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[flamingtouya]

𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 (𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞) —

pairing: dabi + f!reader

word count: 4381

cw: getting to know each other (against your better intuition), flirting, bad flirting,some explicit language but nothing too bad, no quirk AU, dabi commits a crime or two

summary: In which Dabi meant to text Toga instead of a random stranger. But these things happen, and you were never one to shy away from troublesome men. This whole thing is told entirely through text messages.

a/n: check out my AO3 for different formatting! :)

Mar 02  10:07 PM

Unknown: Grab bleach while you’re out Unknown: And paper towels

You: who is this??

Unknown: So funny

You: u got the wrong number my guy 

Unknown: Shit Unknown: You don’t happen to have some bleach at your disposal rn? 

You: try the convenience store You: where’s the body at, anyways

Unknown: Ohara street by the fitness park, you should come check it out

You: sounds enticing You: i’ve always wanted to be on a true crime podcast

You: sort of expected myself to be the alive one though

Unknown: I was taught that women tend to be smart about stranger danger and stuff Unknown: You're out to prove me wrong

You: how’d you know i’m a woman? 🤨

Unknown: U sound cute Unknown: And men don’t listen to true crime

You: that’s so sexist You: and correct You: you'd do numbers on reddit

Mar 03 00:16 AM

You: hey don’t leave now

Mar 03 00:34 AM

Unknown: Had a body to take care of

You: you didn’t wait for me? :(

Unknown: … Unknown: Are u fr

You: ofc not You: i don’t hang out with edgelords

Unknown: Whatever u r probably boring anyways

You: entertaining enough for u to keep texting me

Unknown: We all have our moments of weakness 

Mar 03 01:09 AM

Unknown: So wyd

You: you don’t have anybody else to bother?

Unknown: I do Unknown: I want to bother you tho

You: damn, what’d i do to deserve this

Unknown: Is that a complaint

You: i have uni tomorrow and ur buzzing keeps waking me up

Unknown: Mute your phone, stupid 

You: can’t mute unknown numbers

Unknown: Save this one then Unknown: Or block me idc

You: what name should i put it under

Unknown: Dabi 

You: lmao i knew you were an edgelord

Dabi: Stfu

You: good night to you too

Mar 03  07:58 AM

You: fuck

Mar 03 3:56 PM

Dabi: Did you miss me that bad 

Mar 03 4:32 PM

You: i overslept and am blaming you entirely

Mar 03 5:19 PM 

Dabi: Sucks to be a useful member to society

You: why what do you do

Dabi: I'm actually a bit of a part-time freelancer, you regular uni folk just wouldn't get it

You: freelancing around ohara at 1 in the morning sounds like the truly fulfilling purpose we all long for You: did you just get up

Dabi: Hey now  Dabi: Yes  Dabi: I’m still in bed technically, looking at the ceiling fan is so interesting when I don't want to move a muscle

You: you are everything I am jealous of

Dabi: I promise you it’s not that good 

You: first time a guy’s been honest right away. i applaud u

Dabi: Omg no way 

Mar 03 5:40 PM

You: no way what

Dabi: No way you said something witty 

Dabi: Maybe you’re fun after all

You: i’ll have u know that deep down, i’m just a fragile being trying to make it thru this bitch of a world, running on fumes and caffeine all while chasing a childhood dream that i'll never be able to reach anyways because of my parents' expectations of me crushing my soul

Dabi: Damn, being vulnerable already 

You: your turn

Dabi: I’m not sad. My life is great and my parents never expected anything of me

Dabi: That was a lie 

You: so you’re a liar

Dabi: I suppose I might be

You: that counts as being vulnerable. i’m so proud of us. <3

Mar 03 9:12 PM

You: you probably have daddy issues

Mar 03 11:34 PM 

Dabi: Mind your business 

You: so i’m right

Dabi: Nosy sounds more like it

You: that’s a yes then

Dabi: When I tell you he SUCKS so bad 

You: LMAO You: i’m guessing you don’t particularly like your family then

Dabi: It's not the type of stuff I'd tell anybody, especially not to some nosy individual whose number is one or two digits off

You: alright i’ll stop digging You: wait how old are you You: am i talking to some 50 y/o dude You: please no

Mar 04 00:02 AM

Dabi: Chill I’m 48

Mar 04 00:06 AM 

You: say sike right now You: if u rly are then i’m half your age

Dabi: You thought Dabi: Are you actually 24 tho

You: give or take a few days lol

Dabi: When’s your birthday 

You: do you want my social and tax numbers while we’re at it

Dabi: Stfu I wanna see if I’m older 

You: 🤨 You: it’s at the end of this month

Dabi: Baby 

You: are u flirting with me or insulting me

Dabi: Can’t I be doing both 

Mar 04 06:30 AM

You: love me a guy who can multitask You: did you ever get your bleach and paper towels

Mar 04 11:11 AM

You: it’s 11:11 make a wish

Mar 04 2:02 PM

You: my wish is that you’d commit to a humane sleeping schedule

Mar 04 2:59 PM 

Dabi: Anybody hear sum 

You: i heard you’re a lazy bitch You: who doesn’t even do his own grocery shopping

Dabi: Maybe I do. Maybe I got the bleach all on my own like a big boy

You: X

Dabi: What's that mean

You: X for doubt You: it’s a meme

Dabi: Here I thought we were about to get spicy 😔

You: ew

Dabi: I was joking  Dabi: …unless 

You: has anybody ever told you that your flirting is immaculate

Mar 04 7:10 PM

Dabi: What do you study 

You: are you trying to find out my location

Dabi: Let it be known I’m terrible at geography and if I wanted to stalk you I'd already be on it

You: that’s a consolation You: forensic science You: i actually can’t wait for the semester to be over bc my professor is one of the most annoying individuals i have ever had the displeasure of meeting

Dabi: So you do have bleach 

You: never said i didn’t

Dabi: What do I have to do to make the list of annoying individuals. What's my current score

You: we haven’t met You: and i’m not sure if i’d survive u

Dabi: You have a point, I'm super nice tho

You: bet You: are you handsome You: asking for a friend You: the handsome ones are usually more annoying

Dabi: I'll say I’m frighteningly unique-looking 

You: ...well played

Mar 04 10:09 PM 

Dabi: My boss is making me do errand work in the morning like I'm some kind of functioning human being with principles Dabi: The next piercing I’m getting is a lobotomy 

You: thought you were “freelancing”

Dabi: Freelancing only gets you so far. You'll understand when you're my age

You: can't imagine what the back pain must be like You: do you have a tongue piercing 👀

Dabi: Perhaps I do

You: u r so mysterious You: tell me an opinion 

Dabi: Mint ice cream makes my teeth feel weird 

You: that’s not an opinion 

Dabi: Alright, more foods should have mint in them. And coriander. I want to make things inedible for 80% of the human population

You: nvm keep your opinions to yourself 

Mar 05 02:26 AM

Dabi: I've gotta burn this number. Txt u in a few 

Mar 05 05:16 AM

You: what are you, some kind of druglord This message could not be delivered.

You: I knew it This message could not be delivered.

Mar 0512:03 PM

You: ayo are you still there This message could not be delivered.

You: this is only funny if you come clean right now This message could not be delivered.

Mar 05 4:16 PM

You: "text you in a few" minutes? hours? days? This message could not be delivered.

You: just know that if it takes to long i'll forget about u This message could not be delivered.

You: won't even miss u This message could not be delivered.

Mar 06 09:00 AM

You: hello is this thing on This message could not be delivered.

Mar 07 3:15 PM

You: my social security number is 6007 0023 6799 0324 This message could not be delivered.

Mar 07 8:46 PM

You: eggs, vinegar, panko, sprite, sliced ham, parmesan, deodorant sencha if they have the good one ground pepper, lemon juice This message could not be delivered.

Mar 08 04:44 AM

Unknown: Am I still the man of ur dreams

You: I'm killing you You: violently

Unknown: I was hoping softly Unknown: With your song

You: are these messages being monitored You: am i a suspect

Unknown: If they were, could I write that I'm a ruthless baby killer anti-government fuck the police pro abortion the prime minister is an idiot bomb. bomb at the airport, terrorism, detonate Unknown: I guess now they are

Dabi was added as a contact.

You: just when i thought i'd have to find another witty asshole with a tongue piercing

Dabi: Aw you missed me Dabi: Does my tongue piercing make me hot be honest

You: what are my chances of getting an explanation for the past few days You: are u a murderer fr, that would be so cool You: i totally didn't use our abandoned chat as a grocery list btw

Dabi: The only thing I slay is pussy 😎

You: somehow i have doubts about that statement You: animal abuse is no joke

Dabi: I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 100, if you guess it correctly I'll tell u everything

You: 69

Mar 08 08:21 AM

Dabi: It was 72 Dabi: Because you were so close I'll give u one free question. But I want another one in return

You: you're a dirty little gremlin who plays dirty little games You:: do i get to ask a follow-up question

Dabi: No

You: in that case You: which of the following activities did you partake in? 1.) vandalism 2.) drug dealing 3.) drug trafficking 4.) violent crimes 5.) violent crimes that resulted in the death of one or more individuals 6.) assisting someone in a violent crime 7.) assisting someone in a non-violent crime 8.) theft 9.) robbery 10.) hate crimes against a minority 11.) politically motivated acts of defiance 12.) consumption of illegal substances 13.) running and/or hiding from law enforcement 14.) domestic terrorism 15.) human trafficking 16.) money laundering 17.) having a good time

Dabi: What the fuck Dabi: What is this, a multiple choice? Dabi: 1, 4, 6, 7, 8, 13 Dabi: My turn Dabi: What's your favourite food

You: fr, just like that You: that's your one question out of everything you could ask? am i really that boring

Dabi: I ask what I ask

You: spicy miso ramen with minced pork You: can we go back to the part where you ran from law enforcement

Dabi: Don't we all have demons that we run from Dabi: Mine are just a bit more persistent

Mar 08 10:52 AM

You: i want another question

Dabi: If you come up with one that's not related to the past few days, go ahead

You: fine i'll take it You: have you ever been caught and gotten in legal trouble for one of your… dubious activities

Dabi: Yeah

You: …and?

Dabi: That's another question. Gonna trade?

You: fine

Dabi: When I was 16, two Officers Of The Law 🐷 caught me dumpster diving behind a 7/11 Dabi: The dumpster diving wasn't the crime but because it was on private property they charged me with trespassing

You: damn, that's a lot of truth from u in just two sentences You: i wanna know ur tragic backstory so bad

Dabi: You could try to get me all sentimental for the 6 minutes after really good sex before the post nut clarity sets in

You: uh huh, taking notes You: anyway. you get one question. think hard

Dabi: If you couldn't have minced pork on your ramen, what would your second topping choice be

You: you're impossible

Mar 08 1:27 PM

You: tori karaage or extra ni-tamago i guess

Mar 08 2:23 PM

Dabi: Doesn't the Karaage lose its crispiness if it's in the broth for too long Dabi: I wouldn't know

You: please let me recommend you a good ramen place, you seem like you'd need it

Dabi: You have no idea. Take me out

You: like romantically? or are you asking me to murder you

Dabi: I love surprises

You: i just laughed out loud in the middle of my lecture

Mar 08 7:18 PM

Dabi: Need your forensic expertise for a sec

You: …oh no

Dabi: It's a purely hypothetical scenario

You: alright lay it on me big boy

Dabi: If a 176 cm tall and 67 kg heavy person were to climb over a 4,60 meter high fence that has electrical wiring on it Dabi: What would the most likely way for them to die be?

You: this is not forensic at all You: how strong is the electricity You: is there a way to shut it off You: where would you hold onto the fence You: can it be damaged

Dabi: Not me, a 176 cm tall and 67 kg heavy person

You: where would THE 176 CM TALL AND 67 KG HEAVY PERSON HOLD ONTO THE FENCE

Dabi: The only points that provide decent grip surface are the hooks holding the wires in place

You: so the most likely way to die would be electrocution You: will that be all

Dabi: How would one determine whether the electricity has been properly shut off Dabi: In the theoretical scenario that you couldn't get close enough to hear

You: the 176 cm tall and 67 kg heavy person should tap the wiring from the bottom with the back of their hand You: that way their fingers curl downwards and not around the wire You: so the person won't DIE from ELECTROCUTION

Mar 09 00:08 AM

Dabi: Excellent Dabi: Gonna do some field research Dabi: Will report back in maybe a day

Mar 09 08:01 AM

You: i'm gonna be so mad if you die before you've had decent karaage This message could not be delivered.

Mar 11 6:10 PM

Unknown: So it turns out that the person did not have to climb the fence after all. Pliers are such useful tools Unknown: Thanks for the electricity tip tho

Mar 11 6:39 PM

Dabi was added as a contact.

You: you're so hot when you're alive 

Mar 11 9:14 PM

Dabi: Do u think I'm a catch 😏

You: judging by the way law enforcement is trying to get their hands on you, i'd say you're pretty slippery

Dabi: The slipperiest Dabi: You couldn't handle me

You: i'd trap you using cheese and a paper box  You: put you in a jar and turn you into spicy miso broth 

Dabi: Would you hold the jar tight at night and tell me everything's going to be okay 

You: of course 

Dabi: I'm liking this scenario 

Mar 12 01:07 AM 

Dabi: Ever thought about what Mint Karaage would taste like

Mar 12 01:23 AM

You: i need u 

Dabi: Tell me more

You: to shut your mouth

Dabi: Are you trying to romance me

Mar 12 07:15 AM

You: i'm actually so upset right now  You: can i vent

Mar 12 07:27 AM

Dabi: Listening Dabi: Am I gonna have to get the tissues out

You: you're not empathetic enough for that 

Dabi: How would you know 

You: call it a woman's intuition  You: i just need someone to bother about my hot girl troubles

Dabi: Let's hear it girl  Dabi: Men ain't shit 💅

You: damn right they aren't You: but unrelated to that You: i ran out of my medication a few days ago and thought if i stretched the remaining 3 pills to last me 6 days i'd be able to make it till the end of the week  You: now my doctor's office is closed and i can't seem to get an appointment anywhere You: and i'm super jittery and on edge and almost had a panic attack just trying to make coffee

Dabi: What type of medication 

You: Ativan You: it's prescription only

Dabi: Nothing is ever "prescription only" 

You: i'm not gonna try some experimential backalley drug You: just feel like dying rn

Dabi: Who said anything about backalley? You actually came to the right guy for this  Dabi: What's the name of the nearest druggery 

You: ...fukuju pharmacy

Dabi: So I've been talking to a Setagaya girl 

You: only moved here for uni, hate to disappoint if ur expecting a wealthy maiden 

Mar 12 10:02 AM

Dabi: Don't you feel like getting a snack from the vending machine  Dabi: Specifically the one next to the pharmacy  Dabi: A bag of skittles sounds nice, doesn't it?

You: ? ? ?

Mar 12 10:34 AM 

You: did you commit a crime for me  You: how did you get your hands on actual fucking Ativan this fast

Dabi: I don't kiss and tell

You: did you follow me home  You: is this how i die

Dabi: You make it so hard to be nice to you Dabi: What do you think I am, a creep

You: if you were here i'd suck you off so good rn

Dabi: Whore Dabi: (Respectfully)

You: lmao ur right You: thank you for real though

Dabi: Stfu

Mar 12 1:33 PM

Dabi: Do u like cats

You: yes

Dabi sent an image.

Dabi: Noodle thieving menace 

You: 🥹 You: that has got to be the fattest street cat i’ve ever seen

Dabi: He’s hella fast 

You: how does it feel to be the one chasing the culprit for once

Dabi: Not nearly as thrilling as being the one committing the crime 

Mar 13 00:00 AM

Unknown: Congratulations! You have been selected as an eligible member for a free trial of Osaka Daily Post. Unknown: If you would like information about your benefits, reply 'BENEFIT' Unknown: If you would like to stop receiving these messages, reply 'STOP' 

You: i know it's you shithead

Unknown: Your message could not be processed. 

You: this is the unfunniest you've ever been ngl

Unknown: Your message could not be processed. 

You: you're truly one of the most annoying individuals in my life

Unknown: Your message could not be processed. 

You: STOP

Unknown: LMAO you thought

Dabi was saved as a contact. 

You: i'm reconsidering if the tongue piercing is really worth it 😤

Mar 13 04:55 AM

Dabi: Any particular reason why you chose forensics 

Mar 13 06:09 AM

You: i've always admired criminals but been to scared to become one You: and if i know about psychotic assholes it might help me to steer clear of them, or so i thought

Dabi: Is it working

You: evidently not

Dabi: Use me in ur thesis  Dabi: I'll be your lab rat

You: nah you're more beneficial to me when you're not stuck behind bars You: what do you have me saved as in your phone

Dabi: I don't save contacts  Dabi: Especially not yours  Dabi: You mean nothing to me 

You: aww do you know my number by heart, that's adorable You: i'm kinda genuinely impressed at how persistent you are at bothering me, it's almost like you like me or smth

Dabi: No fr though lmao if anybody finds my phone you'd be on a list

You: do u delete these chats

Dabi: Always

You: that's so romantic You: admit it you're actually a softie

Dabi: Would that make you more interested in me  Dabi: Then I'm the softest 

You: what do i need to do to make you the hardest

Dabi: ... Dabi: There's absolutely no correct way for me to respond to that  Dabi: You've left me speechless 

You: 🥵🥵

Dabi: What's your worst quality  Dabi: Besides being an irresistible smartass  Dabi: *irritating 

You: was that a freudian slip You: you're so obsessed with me it's adorable

Dabi: Proving my point so diligently 

You: you don't seem like the kind of person who would use words like 'diligently' You: i'm rather talkative at times You: to the point where it gets unbearable to listen to me

Dabi: I never would've guessed

You: what's yours? You: besides the obvious

Dabi: Still putting up with you 

Mar 13 7:45 PM

Dabi: Wyd 

You: i burned my rice a little You: but it's edible

Dabi: Don't you have a rice cooker? Who raised you 

You: my very strict but sweet and committed grandmother who made the best teriyaki salmon in the whole world You: i'd kill another human being to eat her home cooked food one more time

Dabi: So your parents ain't shit either 

You: eh, they're alright You: they're Business People overseas and aren't around a whole lot, means i get my own place though You: so i can have visitors at any desired hour 😏

Dabi: Omg sick Dabi: Me next

You: it was implied

Mar 13 11:11 PM

Dabi: Ok but do u actually wanna meet up sometime  Dabi: No strings attached ofc 

You: i'm down

Dabi: What if I'm a creep after all

You: if anything, it means i won't have to attend my lecture about carbon dots tmrw

Dabi: I can't tomorrow  Dabi: What about the day after Dabi: I'll give u my credit card info if it makes you feel more safe, don't bother trying to buy anything with it tho, you'll be disappointed

You: you may not show it a whole lot, but are you actually a considerate person? You: the day after sounds good

Dabi: Preem

You: oreryu shio ramen, right by harajuku station You: about time you had some good karaage You: my treat You: unless that's too far away for u

Dabi: I would fly across the world for u Dabi: Yes Harajuku works fine

Mar 14 08:49 AM

You: how will i recognise u You: what do u look like

Dabi: As my dad once said. I'm impossible to miss 

You: i laughed

Dabi: Guess it was all worth it then  Dabi: Do tattoos scare you

You: i was gonna ask cause there's no way you got only a tongue piercing and nothing else You: stand there with your tongue out

Dabi: Shouldn't we at least get to know each other before 😳

You: don't get any ideas  You: i don't intend to fuck u You: ...for now

Dabi: That's a relief, I thought I might have to file a restraining order afterwards 

Mar 14 1:42 PM 

Dabi sent an image. 

Dabi: If u see this guy u can still run the other way 

You: hhh fuck You: are u trying to intimidate me You: how do you have so many tattoos but no bedframe

Dabi: Cut me some slack, I just moved into this place 

You: fair warning i'm not as hot as u

Dabi: Bet 

You sent an image. 

Dabi: Why do women always lie. I thought you were better. I thought you were different

You: 😳 You: i'm actually worse

Dabi: We're such a good match

You: don't get ahead of urself. u r still a guy with no bedframe

Dabi: Please shut up

Mar 14 4:16 PM

Dabi: To be clear I'm not bringing flowers or anything  Dabi: And I'm actually willing to let you pay this time lol 

You: you have such a unique way with words 

Dabi: A bit tight on money rn but I'll pay u back some other way 

You: can we make that the first line in our sextape  You: dw i said it's my treat and i mean it You: does that make you feel emasculated

Dabi: Who would I be to say no to free food tf Dabi: If there's a next time I can take you out for drinks  Dabi: Nothing fancy but an old friend of mine owns a bar downtown and his girlfriend mixes a killer mule 

You: if you're gonna poison me after gaining my trust over my favourite food i will be incredibly sad 

Dabi: Give me some credit here. I'm trusting u to not rat me out to law enforcement 

You: you're giving me ideas You: is there a bounty on your head

Dabi: I'm not that important 

Mar 14 9:44 PM

You: so you're just too good to get caught

Dabi: Both flattering and factually correct Dabi: For the record I've never harmed anybody that didn't deserve it 

You: thanks for clarifying  You: i feel so safe now 

Dabi: Anytime  Dabi: If you're having second thoughts lmk before 10 am so I won't spend time getting ready for nothing 

You: 10 am is crazy  You: u r so vain 

Dabi: Alright then I won't 😔

You: i take it back You: be pretty for me

Mar 15 5:30 AM

You: can't sleep 

Mar 15 7:12 AM

Dabi: How the turntables  Dabi: Are you alright

You: yes  You: it's the good kind of sleepless 

Dabi: It's fine if you're having second thoughts, I won't hold it against you at all  Dabi: Just texting like this is nice too

You: fuck no i wanna meet the man behind the screen You: the myth, the legend, the crimelord himself 

Dabi: I'm never showing consideration for ur wellbeing ever again 

You: should've ghosted me before i got attached

Mar 15 9:54 AM

Dabi: Last chance to bail gracefully  

You: you make it so tempting 

Dabi: Getting out of bed then 

You: it's not a bed if it doesn't have a bedframe

Dabi: Shut, and I mean this in the gentlest way possible, the hell your mouth

Mar 15 12:08 PM

Dabi sent a location pin.

Dabi: Is this the place

You: that's the one  You: be there in a few minutes 

Dabi: I'm waiting outside 

Mar 15 12:13 PM

You: omg i think i see u You: im shy

Dabi: U literally have so much blackmail material on me 

You: give me a second You: alright I'm coming over This message could not be delivered.

[inkykeiji]

In the ummm Touya-nii AU thing that ur fics take place in, how much does the rest of the family know?? Like is it a "We know but we don't talk about it" thing or is it like "some of us know but we're keeping it a secret"??? I always wonder when I read ur stories!! Sorry if you've already explained it somewhere! Sometimes I just get thinking and I'm sort of like.. Do they only do stuff when no ones home? Or does everyone else just pretend they don't hear?

Anyways!! I love ur fics, no1 does it better than u!!

hello!! c: for the most part, they all know. this is kind of explored further throughout my tnii christmas series; we hear fuyumi arguing with her mother over it where they both explicitly acknowledge the stepcest happening here, and then at the end when touya kisses reader in front of literally the entire family, it explicitly confirms their suspicions. for a long while it was more a ‘we know but we don’t talk about it’ thing, excluding natsuo of course, and i guess it still is that way, since no one is brave enough to call touya out on his deplorable behaviour!!

i guess pertaining to your ask, though, it really depends on where we are in the series!!! if we’re talking about the main series while touya + reader are still living with their parents, they just sneak around, which we see in this piece when they have sex for the first time together. rei has an inkling of what’s going on but tries her best to ignore it, and reader’s father is in complete and absolute denial—he refuses to even acknowledge the thought/possibility. touya really gets off on the sneaking around—or, rather, the pretending to sneak around while actually being abundantly obvious and making everyone in their general vicinity extremely uncomfortable—so even after they move out together he continues to do it at family gatherings and the like.

thank you so much!!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ and thank you for taking a moment to send in an ask!! that means a lot to me <3

[nohoney]

What do you think I’ll look like if c&c Dabi and reader met us! Dabi and reader (and maybe hawks)?

honestly they probably would not fuck with each other

coffee & cigs! touya and reader are definitely more secure and of course in a healthy relationship and leads a relatively quiet life. coffee & cigs! reader would definitely want to steer clear and her touya agrees.

us series! touya and reader (and keigo) are sequestered into their own bubble. there probably would be some jealousy seeing their coffee & cigs! counterpart navigate their relationship rather smoothly, but they also stay far away.

[majoryeager104]

Can yall tell how hard I crashed out after the time skip update when his death was glossed over 🥲

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𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦： 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑢 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑦𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑜．

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𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 “𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑟， 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎 𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑤𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑“ － 𝑐． 𝑠． 𝑙．

𝑬𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 “𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢， 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒．𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑡“ － 𝑗． 𝑟． 𝑟． 𝑡．

𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 “𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛， 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒．” － 𝑐． 𝑠． 𝑙．

𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 “𝑁𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑎𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑．“ － 𝑐． 𝑠． 𝑙．

𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒑 “𝐼 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓．“ － 𝑐． 𝑠． 𝑙．

𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 “𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡“ － 𝑗． 𝑟． 𝑟． 𝑡．

𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏 "𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠．" － 𝑗． 𝑟． 𝑟． 𝑡．

𝑬𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 “𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒： 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟． 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑗𝑜𝑦， 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟， 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒， 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒， 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜， 𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜， 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚． “ － 𝑐． 𝑠． 𝑙．

𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 “𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑎𝑙， 𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚“ － 𝑐． 𝑠． 𝑙．

𝑩𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 "𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑡 𝑔𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔， 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔．" － 𝑐． 𝑠． 𝑙．

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰'𝒅 𝒅𝒐 “𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢， 𝑖ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒.“ － 𝑗． 𝑟． 𝑟． 𝑡．

𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 “𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑠“ － 𝑗． 𝑟． 𝑟． 𝑡．

𝐑𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (updated)

𝑨/𝒏: 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆, 𝒊𝒕'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒊𝒕. 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈. 𝑨𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆, 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝒋. 𝒓. 𝒓. 𝑻𝒐𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪. 𝒔. 𝑳𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚, 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑰'𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 :)

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hi sweetie my head is currently empty save for a sweet and understanding reader choking on dabi‘s bad boi d3ck and he rewards them for it afterwards and I wanted to request if you feel like writing something like this but if you don’t that’s totally ok! thank you for reading this ask anyways (^–^)

      dabi/touya todoroki x [fem]pro-hero!reader

warning(s): sexual content, oral (f → m), finger sucking, choking, fucking on camera aka sex tape, dacryphilia, mentions of masturbation, petting, semi-public sex, established relationship.

key: e/c = eye color.

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a/n: it's a tame... i keep falling out of writing lol. im not sure if it does a good job on the blowjob aspect but it sort of does?? yeah? yeah. thank you, anon!

(E/C) irises look so heartbreakingly iridescent under Dabi's unrelenting back camera flash.

there was not a single thought behind your eyes as it was that much evident after allowing yourself to be so indecent in such a crude place.

you should be patrolling the block, but instead you find yourself in a cramped car, slurping down a villain's cock like there was no tomorrow. safe for him, he still had his clothes in tact, but he couldn't say the same for you. you had told him your shift was almost over so it didn't matter and you'll make something up to make up for the ruined costume later. Dabi would call himself shocked, but also proud at how well he had taught you to lie so naturally and well.

lying in devotion to him as you gazed hopefully at him, mouth so perfectly around his cock, and saliva at the corners of your mouth. selfishly, he asks for you to brace yourself as he pushes your head further onto his length. with quick thrusts as he could manage in the small space, Dabi could care less on how obvious it was that maybe there were people in here doing things they shouldn't be doing. only crooked people seemed to be around this hour anyway.

his cock slides itself easily between your lips, your saliva that forms at the corner of your lips and your combined humming to avoid the gag-reflex helps with him getting closer and closer to his release. he groans in distaste when he feels the familiar feeling build in his stomach and pushes your head away from his length. your hands that wrap around the rest of him that couldn't quite reach your mouth to stroke him, your expression now confused more than anything.

the camera probably lost a bit of focus then, but you were still clearly in view; he always made sure that you were always the main focus.

you ask him what's wrong but is silenced when he seemingly cups your check, lovingly, and strokes your cheek with his thumb. your pretty eyelashes blink up at him before you move your head to the side, enough so he can slip his thumb in your mouth and you happily suck on that too. he curses under his breath and withdraws his hand from you, instructing you to fully pull off your uniform. the hero costume that was specifically tailored for, you, and you only. you comply without any questions, careful to not hit him as you undress.

"play with yourself."

and you do just that.

but instead of just using your own hands, you take two of his fingers into your mouth and lubricate them with your tongue; the wet muscle in your mouth playing with his digits. he growls as you toy with him, instead forcing hand further into your mouth causing you to gag over them. he promptly pulls them out as he lets you catch your breath and turns you over to your hands and knees. phone be damned, he needed to fuck you now.

Dabi tosses the device elsewhere in the car, the object releasing a soft 'thump' as it signifies its landing on the floor. he doesn't even warn you as he begins to pet your already sopping folds, the amount of slick never ending. he circles your opening, teasingly, before he sinks them in, two at once. you softly hiss as he works his fingers into you. you were more than ready to receive him but your tightness was delaying it. as he manages to slip in another finger your jaw drops and your hips press into his fingers. trying your hardest to not moan at loud, you cover your own mouth and take his preparation.

you whimper out his name to warn him of your climax and groan outwardly when he withdraws promptly. he tsk's at your eagerness and uses your slick to wet his tip. through with teasing, he aligns himself to your hole and rubs his tip against your opening. he promptly drops a glob of spit to help with lubrication, not that you really needed it, but you know he likes it messy. it's almost humiliating how elated you shiver once he sinks his cock into your awaiting cunny, legs spreading and hands finding anything to brace yourself.

without his usual carefulness and his on-edge mood for the night, he sets an aggressive and fast pace, hands gripping you tight and nails digging into your skin. you blissfully whimper at the pain that shoots through your body, not sure to say anything about it as the sick part of you loved it anyways. unfortunately for the limited room in the car, it didn't allow much space to work with and it was frustrating Dabi deeply.

"turn around for me, doll."

it was a command more than it was a question. which you didn't mind, either. with carefulness, you followed his directions and turned around for him, assuming the position and holding in your breath as you ready yourself for his pace. his reinsertion was gratifying to say the least. with a swift motion and his hands spreading your cheeks to observe both of your holes, the embarrassment that you would've felt in this moment died long ago. "look at this ass," he teasingly calls out as he delivers a playful smack to your bum, watching as your cheeks bounce on his dick. now he wished he hadn't tossed his phone to the front to savor this moment for later.

your pager starts buzzing with work temptations, the sound of the device nearly going unnoticed by you. in a lust-filled haze, you weakly lift your head up from within the confines of your arms and try to support yourself. you babble, something about needing to look at it—your pleas going unnoticed and Dabi's eyes narrowing at your anxiety. the male sharpens his thrusts deeper into you (how it was still possible, you weren't sure) to command your full attention once again. selfishly, the rocking of his cock graciously stroking your walls without delay in his rhythm ultimately breaks your resolve. with familiar vigor, one of his hands snake forward to play with the bundle of nerves to help further you along, his actions giving you no choice but to finish on his cock.

if only he hadn't tossed his phone elsewhere, he could have captured this moment to sit along with all his favorites with your name on it.

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[tapiocakisses]

touya todoroki (dabi) nsfw alphabet

tags — implied demisexual dabi, gender of partner isn't specified, nsfw content, switch dabi, switch reader

warnings — brief mentions of pregnancy / breeding, mentions of daddy kink, mentions of sa (in the 'no' section), maybe ooc (sorry)

for @skrunklystraycat & touya's bday !!

A — AFTERCARE

Now, Dabi isn't careless, but he wouldn't be as attentive as someone like Keigo. Dabi would clean you up, muttering about a mess on the bed and how he doesn't want to "sleep on a sticky bed". If he is the one who's worn out, he'll have a level of expectation for being doted on. He's an indulgent man when it comes to your attention.

B — BODY PART

Dabi loves your hands and hips. He lobes how he can grab at them and pull you to where he wants you. Having you where he wants when you guys fuck is one of his favorite things. He loves how your hands feel grabbing at him. His hair, his arms, his sides, his own hands, etc. He loves being held by you. Even if you're being rough with him. (ESPECIALLY if you're rough with him.)

C — CUM

Dabi cums a lot. Like, a lot. My god. It's like he holds it in for days before he finally cums. When he paints you white, he really points you white. It's worse when he's edged. Poor Dabi and his cute, sensitive dick.

D — DIRTY SECRET

This isn't exactly a secret, but it doesn't come up since he's a villain, and the consequences would throw a wrench in a lot of plans he has. Dabi has a breeding kink. He doesn't want to be a father in any way, shape, or form, but he can't help how his body reacts. The thought of filling you up raw round after round, finally stopping to see how his cum dribbles out of you. (This is why he never looks after he cums inside you.)

E — EXPERIENCE

Virgin. Pathetic loser virgin who never had pussy or dick. He's not suave. He is not a savant at sex. He's a horny virgin who gets flustered at being called pretty. That man can NOT handle sex in the slightest.

F — FAVORITE POSITION

Cowgirl. Dabi loves laying back and watching you bounce on his dick. You look so pretty when your back arches when he thrusts up into you. It feels good to know he can let you have all the control sometimes. (He will fuck you in missionary if he's jealous, though.)

G —GOOFY

Dabi is fairly serious during sex. His focus is feeling good and making you feel good. Though, in the early stages of your relationship, he's pretty awkward and

H — HAIR

Dabi keeps himself pretty well groomed. He's not the most strict about it, but he doesn't leave it unattended. He really only grooms it once it gets annoying or uncomfortable. It's not like his hair grows that fast there, so he has no routine.

I — INTIMACY

This depends. Dabi likes things rough, intense, and sometimes mean. That's all he's known after all. So, he may not be the most intimate in any way in the beginning. He's a kinky bastard and he knows it. Sex is just sex. The problem with that is the fact that his layers are being peeled back. Slowly, they'll peel, but it happens. He doesn't need to put up a facade. You can bring up the fact that you'd like more intimacy in bed, and he'll acknowledge it, but it'll only be a few weeks later when he finally takes your hand in his. Not to pin you down or pull you in any direction, but to simply hold.

J — JACK OFF

It's not super often Dabi spends time by himself to get off. He only does in certain circumstances. Usually he's fisting his cock like no tomorrow when he misses you. Hell, even when your shirt rides up and your abdomen is exposed. He can't help it. You're perfect in every way. His hand doesn't compare, but he doesn't dare use a toy unless it's on you.

K — KINK

I think Dabi would be into just about anything. Choking, slapping, bondage, primal play, spanking, overstim, etc. He's a versatile man. He'll give and take whatever he is willing to endure.

L — LOCATION

Dabi likes fucking you in risky places. Sure, the privacy of a bedroom is nice, but if he's feeling dominant, he'll do it somewhere like in a stolen car or an alleyway. He likes fucking you in places that

M — MOTIVATION

You.

N — NO

No matter how nonchalant and uncaring Dabi seems, I know he has his limits. I genuinely think he wouldn't be into forcing someone into sex. Does he like control and security? Yes. But anything like a rape fantasy has him turned off instantly. He only hurts people who deserve it and you never deserve it. The only other thing he'd be against is being called 'daddy' or calling someone 'daddy'. It just weirds him out and doesn't do anything for him.

O — ORAL

Ohhh, Dabi loves oral. He loves when he watches you drag your lips over his cock, kissing and suckling on the skin. It's a beautiful sight to him. One of his favorite things to do is hike your legs over his shoulders and let his mouth work on you. It's exhilarating to him. The way your hands tug at his hair (if they're not bound), the way he pulls every little noise from you… There's just something about tasting you on his tongue that gets him going like nothing else.

P — PACE

It's fairly surprising to learn that Dabi takes his time. People would think he's impatient (and he is), but knowing that he has such a limited time as a villain, he likes to savor everything with you. He's a gradual lover. He wants to build the anticipation and watch as it becomes all consuming. Though, Dabi does get a little eager in the end. He needs to see it; the glazed look in your eyes when both of you crumble into each other.

Q — QUICKIE

Dabi lives quickies. He may not be a guy with a high sex drive nor a sex addict, but he can get hard if you push the right buttons. Sometimes, it's involuntary. He has to pull you somewhere secluded, push your clothes aside, and slot his dick between your thighs, moaning into your neck. If he really wants to push it - which he typically does - he'll grind his cock against your hole, slipping his tip in the slightest bit just to feel your warmth.

R — RISK

Dabi loves risk. He loves the idea of someone knowing but not watching. Seeing you fall apart on his dick, legs wrapped around his abdomen is a beautiful sight. No one gets to see, but they can hear. The only time Dabi wouldn't be risky is when he's being submissive. He doesn't want anyone to see him like that. Not that he has a "reputation to uphold," but because you're the only person who knows him. Only you can tell him what to do and he'll listen.

S — STAMINA

Moderate stamina. Hence, his favorite position is being any with him lying or sitting down. Dabi is also a huge fan of lazy fucking, so it's perfect. Though, Dabi has his days where he'll fuck like a crazed animal. Those would be slow days where he can spend a lot of time in his head, imagining every little mark that'd be littered on your skin.

T — TOY

Dabi is not a fan of toys on himself. Well, okay, he does like things such as vibrators and anal plugs. The toys he doesn't like are things like sex dolls or fleshlights. He'd prefer to be inside you than some toy. He did try once, and it was uncomfortable.

U — UNFAIR

He can be unfair sometimes. Dabi loves edging you and teasing you. He can be mean and taunt you. That sickly sweet "there we go, baby" he does when you finally give in and let him have his way.

V — VOLUME

Dabi is not a loud guy. He already strains his voice when yelling, and, in full transparency, he doesn't want anyone to hear him when you fuck. It's a level of vulnerability he wouldn't dare show to anyone besides you. Every gasp, whimper, groan… It's all for you.

W — WILD CARD

Dabi lovesssssssss it when you get violent. Even if you're threatening him. Just your display of power and passion is amazing to him. Dabi is nothing if not a slut for strength.

X — X-RAY

I like to think Dabi is on the smaller side. He's close to average, but not qu

Y — YEARNING

Dabi doesn't seem like the type to have an insanely high sex drive, but it isn't super low. It's moderate to say the least. Sure, at times he'll get unbearably horny, but it is not a common occurrence. His libido does spike once he starts dating you, though. All he does is think about you and he's getting hard. He's a pervert in that sense, I guess.

Z — ZZZ…

Dabi has fairly low stamina. You'd think he'd last long and stay awake, but his staples and skin grafts make it difficult to do rigorous activities for a long period of time. Having sex and doing whatever villainous activity always tires him out fast. Give him ten minutes, and he's out. (In the beginning of your relationship, he did try to stay awake longer because he didn't feel entirely safe yet, and he didn't want you to leave.)

[nixwriteschaos]

Yo! I am the one who requested the male skinwalker reader. Thank you so much I think you did an amazing job!!! Also, happy belated birthday!

On another note, I was gonna make another request if that’s alright. I was thinking of another male reader with a creature creation quirk? Basically he can use human materials like skin, muscle, teeth, etc to make creatures that follow his commands. He would have bizarre mannerisms like never blinking, and in general have an unsettling air around him but is usually composed. I think it would also be cool is he had long hair that trail behind him and his body is built but scarred. If you could do headcannons for Shigaraki, Dabi, and Aizawa would be really cool (Shigaraki and Dabi with a villain reader, and Aizawa with a pro hero reader)!

Sorry for the length, and thank you again!!!

Yes, Commander!

Tomura Shigaraki, Dabi (Touya Todoroki), Shouta Aizawa x ProHero! and Villain!Male!Reader

Summary: Who knew these people would be attracted to a commanding creature creation Quirk user?

★☽A/N: So sorry for the late response! I was working on a little novel that I might release on Wattpad;)) If it goes well, I’ll publish it as a book! Again, thank you very much <33 ALSO MERRY CHRISTMAS!! Consider this a Christmas present by me <33

Contents: FLUFF – Headcannons

Alias Name: Fleshsmith Quirk: Bioforge The user has the ability to forge any sort of creature from human materials like skin, muscle, teeth, organs, and many others that follow his commands. The creatures will follow every command the user says and others who the user allows to command the creatures. Although the user is unable to give them special abilities, they are able to give them heightened abilities like strength, speed, agility, endurance, etc.

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Tomura Shigaraki (Tenko Shimura) [Villain! Male Reader]

He was walking through the mall after his encounter with Izuku Midoriya. He couldn’t help but find the boy’s scared face hilarious. He looked around and saw everyone minding their own business. He couldn’t help but feel envy towards them. Being able to have the freedom and the rights to do whatever they want was something that Tomura craved dearly.

For himself and his comrades.

He turned his head away from a store and didn’t see the figure in front of him, causing him to bump into the stranger and tumble a few feets back. The stranger grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him up. “Are you okay?” Tomura rubbed his eyes and looked up. An unsettling air was emitted around the stranger.

He swallowed his insults when he realized how tall the stranger was. His long hair, H/C and slick, was as grand as he was. His body was broad, with a few scars along his arms. Tomura couldn’t stop the shivers going down his spine when he saw the male’s eyes.

They weren’t even blinking! It was like they were staring deep into his soul. His pool of E/C was painfully terrifying, he had to pull his arm away from the stranger. “I’m fine!” he managed to utter. The stranger tilted his head in confusion and just smiled. “I’m glad.”

Tomura was a bit surprised by the gentle smile that was painted onto the stranger’s face. For a scary face and appearance, he had a gentle smile that brought warmth to Tomura- ‘WAIT! Stop- Am I thinking that?’ Tomura shook his head which brought curiosity from the H/C-haired. “Hm?” Tomura just waved his hands, a way to dismiss what he had done. “Nothing!” The stranger just shrugged and waved goodbye to the male.

“Wait!” The stranger turned and tilted his head, confused as to why the skinny male stopped him. “Uhm…” Tomura mumbled a bit before yelling out, “WHAT YOUR NAME?!” The stranger, not-blinking, smiled and answered. “Y/N.”

Later on, Tomura managed to convince Y/N to join the League and he quickly climbed the ranks! (Either to his efforts… or plain biased opinions and decisions by Shigaraki).

His Quirk helped the villains when it came to invading places to expand their organization.

Tomura would always try to include Y/N into everything. Was it obsession? Maybe it was and Tomura couldn’t give two shits about it.

Tomura had Giran gather quite the amount of men to make a lab for Y/N. It was for Y/N to gather his collection of human parts.

All For One also found quite an interest in the Y/N. Especially the doctor, who had him collect bodies, allowing him to grab the organs except the brain and give the corpse to the doctor. It was an… interesting trade that brought the doctor to favoring the tall male.

The members of the League were terrified of Y/N and stood their ground… 10 feet away from him.

Whenever he tried to give them treats, they would always run. Who knows? He could’ve put poison in them! (The only poison in them was a ton of sugar…)

And a few months later, they started dating! Tomura would always have Y/N in his room whenever he played games. It was mainly so that when he raged during gaming, Y/N was there to comfort and cuddle him.

Dabi (Touya Todoroki) [Villain! Male Reader]

When Y/N was introduced to the League by All For One, Dabi was clearly intrigued by the personally picked man. When he first met Y/N is definitely something he would remember.

As always, he was as curious as a dog when he heard of the “special selected villain” and wanted to see the hype. But he didn’t expect to have bumped into him during a mission! The mission was to collect data for All For One’s doctor. It was supposed to be a simple and quick mission– but the challenges ahead proved otherwise.

Just before Dabi reached the right hall, he had bumped into someone who was exiting a hall. He looked up from where he fell and froze. A tall and menacing man with long slick hair tied to a ponytail stood in front of him, his eyes wide and never dared blink. Dabi didn’t know his body could shiver in fear before– never even happened! Yet the man before him was making him feel things he had never felt.

Behind the person before him was a small army of human sized nomu-like creatures. “What are those?” He didn’t realize what he just asked until he saw the tall man look behind before returning his unblinking eyes towards Dabi. “My Quirk.”

That’s when it hit him.

He was the one who All For One personally chose!

He scrambled to his feet and coughed with embarrassment. “I-I see… That’s useful, I guess..” he mumbled. “Hm..” the villain hummed. “Dabi, was it? I heard of you from Giran.” Dabi was a bit surprised to have heard Giran speak of his existence. “Is that so?” He chuckled nervously. “Well, I bring a lot to the table so it makes sense I’m known!” Dabi spoke with pride.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Dabi,” he said, before rushing off to the designated break-in. Dabi shook his head and followed the trail of little creatures that followed the villain.

After the mission, Dabi walked up to the villain with a confident facade. “That was impressive, y’know?” He smirked. The villain, his eyes never blinking, smiled the most gentle smile. The smile couldn’t help but bring up memories from Touya’s childhood and his mother. “Thank you, Dabi.” Dabi coughed at the response. He crossed his arms and looked away. “So… I was wondering if we can hang out?” The villain’s face– even if Dabi couldn’t see it– was shocking.

“Really? My… sure!” Dabi whipped his head towards the villain’s gentle smile. “REALLY?- Fuck- Really..?” The villain smiled. “Of course. The name’s Y/N L/N, let’s get along!”

Who knew a dark and cold villain like Dabi got with the sweetest guy, ever? A scary and menacing looking one at that! 

When people found out, they thought they were such a power couple!

A little fun fact about Y/N’s Quirk is that they aren’t affected by anything, only by steel (like swords and such). So as a little power up, Dabi would light them on fire and Y/N would use them as some sort of explosives to create distractions

Dabi is absolutely smitten with Y/N AND DOES NOT WANT TO ADMIT IT! A tsundere, perhaps. He would always bring his plans to Y/N and ask him for advice.

Every time Dabi kills someone, he doesn’t burn them like he usually does. He would bring them to Y/N’s lab with a smirk and whistle at him. “YO! More bodies!” he would say with a proud smile on his face.

Dabi and Y/N would be a powerful couple that even Shigaraki has a hard time controlling.

Eraserhead (Shouta Aizawa) [Hero! Male Reader]

“Eraserhead!!” was the first thing Aizawa heard on the battlefield. He turned to find a tall and grand man behind him, with an aura like a villain. He would’ve thought he was a villain until he saw the man kick away a villain that was within his radius. “We don’t have much time, use your Quirk!” he urged. Aizawa shook his head, letting himself out of his trance and turned to the swarm of villains and let his Quirk activate and stopped all of their Quirks.

With the sound of a whistle, an army of little creatures– almost assembling Nomus if they weren’t so small– dashed past the hero and let themselves attack and attack the villains. The villains squirmed and yelled, demanding the little army of creatures to stop their assault but to no avail. Aizawa was surprised to see this and turned to find the stranger standing right behind him.

Out of character, he flinched and jumped away from the stranger, subconsciously gripping his scarf. The man stepped forward, a strange worried look on his face. “Sorry! Didn’t mean to frighten you.” For a man who was tall and gave off a terrifying aura, he was surprisingly kind to the hero. “Uhm…” he mumbled a few words and just shook his head. “It’s alright.”

The other hero just smiled and nodded his head. Shouta couldn’t help but to stare at the hero in front of him. His appearance was terrifying yet his smile was smoothing. His long hair only made him look even more grand. The hero looked like an evil duke from a fantasy book. “Ah… I’m not fond of my Quirk.” Shouta shivered at his chuckle. “Why?” he asked softly.

“I have to use real people’s organs… it’s my Quirk. You’re quite lucky to have such an impactful Quirk without some extras that come with it.” Shouta just crossed his arms and just scoffed. “Ain’t so easy with dry eyes, y’know?” The other hero’s reply with a scoff sent shivers down Shouta’s spine again.

“Name’s Fleshsmith.” Fleshsmith extended his hand towards Shouta who extended his and shook hands with him. He smirked when he introduced himself.

SHOUTA WAS SIMPING HARDDDDD!!!

Y/N’s Quirk is used rather differently than you normally think. He would use artificial bodies that could be stored into small pouches and can expand themselves! Even if he can use artificial lungs and such for the bodies, he still has to use a real heart.

Whenever he received a heart to use, Shouta would always reassure him and comfort him after he placed the heart into its container and store it in his lab :((

Y/N always felt insecure about his Quirk but Shouta always made him feel better with words of affirmation and lots of affections! Always made him feel better.

The news loves making Y/N the villain because of how he looks and often accused him for many accidents that he was involved with. (In said accidents, he was the one who SAVES THE PEOPLE not cause the suffering) and Shouta was always ready to face his dislike for public media to defend his love <33

After the accident with Stain, everyone eventually started to love Y/N! Some people even found his frightening appearance cool! And often compared his looks to Stain (mostly about how he looks way better than the hero killer.) When Y/N found out, he was overjoyed! And Shouta’s never been happier :))

★☽A/N: I LOVE SHOUTA SO SHSHSHHSHSHSH I DID TOO MUCH FOR THE MAN

[thehusbandoden]

Burnt -Dabi x Reader

A/n: felt angsty lol. I'll write an alternative ending or maybe a second part soon~! <3

General info:

Genre: pure angst \\ wc: 1,224 \\ posted: 01/03/2024

Summary: you gave the love of your life too many chances already. But this time? He crossed a line.. a line that should have never been crossed.

Warnings!: pure angst, no happy ending, spoilers of Dabi's backstory, Dabi's real name, arguing, toxicity, crying, mention of blood, suggested abusive childhood, trauma, gaslighting, manipulating, being badly insulted, being unable to apologize, flinching, being physically harmed, break up, shame, guilt, annd I think that's it! Pls let me know if I miss anything! <33

Alternative Ending- More Than Life Itself (Dw he doesn't get away with it, but it's fluff/comfort!)

Hurt coursed through your being as you glared at your beloved, biting your lip in pent up anger. “Why can’t you just trust me?! I’m not going to hurt you Touya!”  

“Do not call me Touya.” He growled, his hands clenching into fists. “You’ve done nothing but use me. All you ever care about is yourself, you’re a lazy, selfish, manipulative, and flat-out disgusting woman.”  

You open your mouth to retort, but quickly close it, shocked at his words. You only want him to be happy. All you do is provide love, support, shelter, and safety for him. You haven’t left him no matter how many times he’s insulted, manipulated, or gaslit you.  

You gave him shelter in your own home, no matter the risks of police, heroes, or other villains. You sat there as he yelled at you, insulted you, and belittled you.  

But... this? 

This was too far.  

“Do you mean all that?” You murmur, your eyes lowering to the floor. Your lip started to tremble.  

Dabi sneered. “Yes. Every single bit of it.” His turquoise eyes were filled with pure hatred.  

“Then just leave me.” You murmur, your hands shaking.  

“What did you say?” Dabi scoffed.  

“If I’m such a terrible person, just leave me and find someone better.” You spit, your e/c orbs filling with tears.  

“Are you really crying? Pathetic. Maybe I will... I’ll find someone who’s a lot better. She’ll be gorgeous, loving, selfless, and best of all- completely opposite of you.” Dabi snickered, pulling his black combat boots on.  

You don’t say anything. A few tears strayed down your face. Dabi scoffed. “Good.” You whisper. 

Rolling his eyes, Dabi pulls on his long leather jacket and his large backpack stored with all his belongings. He came home only a few hours ago... you tried to tell yourself to stay quiet, but you couldn’t help it... 

“Did you ever even love me?” You whisper, a few more tears joining the first.  

Dabi paused, his turquoise orbs moving to the floor. He doesn’t say anything, hardly even breathing. Silence envelops the two of you for a few moments before he speaks. “I... don’t love anything. Or anyone.”  

More tears fell.  

“So what? I was just- a- a game?” Your voice shook. Your control began to tremble.  

“You were something to pass time.” He muttered, running a large hand through his black hair. “Nothing more.”  

A choked sob broke through your lips. “Nothing? Nothing else at all?”  

“Yes. You were nothing but a stress relief.”  

A second sob followed the first. You could have sworn you saw Dabi’s sneer falter for a mere second.  

“What? Did you really think I could love someone like you?!”  

“Just go. I would wish you misery-” your voice cracks, “-but you’re already cursed. You break whomever and whatever is around you. You destroyed us and you destroyed your fam-" -a loud smack echoed across the room. Everything but you and Dabi’s heavy breathing were heard.  

You stared at the floor, your cheek burning. You couldn’t believe that the man you once loved and trusted could ever do something like this... he was not only cursed- but a liar at that.   

Biting your lip, your tearful eyes meet Dabi’s cold ones. No one other than you wouldn’t be able to tell how he was truly feeling. But you knew that his eyes were full of regret, guilt, and shame. But he wouldn’t apologize. He never would.  

“Get out.” You whisper, clenching your hands into fists. Dabi’s mouth opened ever so slightly.  

“What did you say?” He asked softly.  

“I said get out.” You demand. Tears fell down your face, making your cheek sting further. You silently cursed at your vulnerability.  

“Oh, come on y/n- it wasn’t that big of a deal.” Dabi protested, reaching out to hold you. He was gaslighting you. Again.  

“No! It was that bad! You didn’t only slap me Dabi, you burned me.” Dabi froze, your words finally pulling himself out of his delusional state. His eyes widened as he eyed your bruising cheek- it was not only bruising but burned.  

His face fell in horror. He subconsciously reached his hand to your cheek. You flinch, and he slowly falls apart.  

“Y-y/n- I-I...”  

“Get out. Now.” Your gorgeous e/c orbs hardened in rage, and he finally realized how serious you were.  

“O-okay... I’ll go.” He murmured, moving his heartbroken orbs to the floor. “I don’t want to see you again. Ever.” You murmur, wrapping your arms around yourself.  

“E-ever?”  

“Ever. You crossed a line, Dabi.”  

Dabi froze as he heard you call him his villain's name... you always called him Touya... you were serious. He yearned to apologize, to hold you in his arms as he coos at you, to fix everything he ruined.  

His body jerked forward, but he didn’t budge. Opening his mouth, he inwardly screamed at himself to just- do it. The words were at the tip of his tongue. 

Memories of his childhood flashed before his eyes- the screaming, the insults, the endless apologies left ignored, or even punished. Something inside him snapped and he just- broke.  

“Good. I’m glad. I’ll be much better without your pathetic self weighing me down.” He sneered, pushing you aside, sending you scrawling to the floor. “You’re pathetic. Did you think that I loved you?!”  

Another sob broke from your lips. “Out.” 

“Y’know what? Why should I? You get out. I’m staying.”  

“I pay for this apartment Dabi! I buy the groceries, pay the bills, buy the furniture, pay for the repairs- this is my place!”  

“And I’m going to stay. Now either shut up and deal or leave.” Dabi growled. You glared at the man, your fingernails digging into your palms.  

“Dabi- leave. You’ve overstayed your welcome. Not only have you physically harmed me- whom you swore to protect, but you’ve insulted, belittled, and totally disrespected me. I want you out of my apartment by-” you were interrupted by Dabi tightly grabbing your arms, his flames burning into your flesh. Hissing in pain, you push Dabi to the ground. He lets out a loud curse before shooting back up to his feet, glaring at you. His hardened eyes involuntarily softened as he met your teary eyes. His heart stung as he watched you fall into yourself, sobbing.  

Dabi kneeled to the floor, trying to make eye contact with you. “Listen y/n... I-”  

“Leave! Go! I don’t want you or your apology! Leave or I will!” You sob, gripping onto your shirt tightly.  

Dabi’s cold, broken, and at most times invisible heart- shattered.  

He did this to you. He was a monster... he was just like Endeavor.  

Nodding, Dabi stood up. He turned away, walking towards the door. He glanced at you once more before walking out. He could hear your sobs as he closed your front door. He clenched his hands into fists. After a few moments of listening to your wails of betrayal, lost, and hurt, he couldn’t take it anymore.  

He threw a punch to his cheek, cursing himself out as he walked away. Blood streamed from his eyes; his burnt tear ducts burning in agony as his body attempted to cry. 

He insulted you.  

He lied to you.  

He broke you.  

He burnt you.  

And the worst part? 

There was nothing he could do to fix it. 

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Alternative Ending- More Than Life Itself (Dw he doesn't get away with it, but it's fluff/comfort!)

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[a-ikus]

curiosity killed the cat and satisfaction won't bring it back.

pairing: touya todoroki x f!reader w/c: 1.3k warning/s: lots of world building lmao, sci-fi/horror au, eventual smut + body horror notes: helllooooo!!! another repost i apologise but this is the prologue to a longer fic im working on, just a lot of world building in this inspo/acknowledgements: playlist

crossposted to ao3 • masterlist • wip updates + voting • kofi • askbox

it was a dream come true when dr. kurogiri had accepted your internship application, a world famous astro-biologist, astro-geologist and astro-botanist, one of the last to work in an actual expedition team. you hope working beneath him will finally sate the curiosity you'd grown up feeding into.

nearly all crews formed in the space boom had disbanded, old hangars once housing ships torn down to become labs, rusted metal tossed aside for tempered glass, engines exchanged for supercomputers, pilots turning from aerospace to the astro-sciences to study all they'd discovered during the boom. 

kurogiri and shimura's team was one of the last left, the latter inheriting the hangar and his ship as a teenager, his lucky morgana. he was young, not even eighteen when he did his first expedition, returning to earth famous, dr. kurogiri and commander shimura's name's well-known in your household as you grew up; both for his age, of traversing the stars in solitude, and for his discovery: shimura wasn't the first to find life, certainly not the last. he was the first to recover such an organism alive. to bring it back to dr. kurogiri's lab, to maintain the alien life for years. something no one has ever come close to again.

he'd been a respected, house-hold name ever since that fateful expedition. at only nineteen, he'd met his pilots, touya todoroki and shuichi iguchi. by the time you'd joined his team, he'd built a whole crew; in-house mission specialists, toga himiko and bubaigawara jin, payload commander, hikiishi kenji and flight engineer, sako atsuhiro.

watching the crew from the lab, you'd always been curious about him, about his reputation, of his crew. staring through the window, you watch toga bound around the hangar, skipping as she pokes bubaigawara's shoulder, remembering the hushed warning your friends had whispered in your ear the night you'd gone out to celebrate your internship; that shimura's team was crazy.

cursed.

rumours had swirled ever since shimura returned from his first expedition, stumbling from the ship that left him orphaned, only a bandage in place of his left thumb, index and middle finger, limping down the runway holding a gnarled gash at his side, skin and tendons split, torn and jagged at the edges like something had tried to tear him in half. like wildfire, a rumour spread that his ex-mentor had set him up on his exploration, an attempt on the young commanders life, to kill him before he could tell the world of the life he'd found. the legend of shimura's curse only spreading more when iguchi and todoroki were named pilots on his second expedition.

from what you'd heard through the trusty grapevine, the pair were once pilots for the air force.

allegedly, their final mission resulted in one of the worst explosions in recorded air force history. iguchi, unconscious from the blast had suffered burns to most of his body — losing one of his legs, his right covered in grafts, his torso mangled by the fire, angry scares from the tip of his fingertips all the way up the side of his skull, not a single hair growing on the left side of his body, dark brown stubble dotted over the other half of his face, the jagged patch of hair atop his head buzzed, dyed a soft pink. he'd been closer to the explosion, the censored files making it clear he was lucky to survive. that he wouldn't have without todoroki.

EXPLOSIVES INCIDENT RESULTING IN GRAVE INJURY TO AIR FORCE PERSONNEL january 1st | east hangar casualties: 2 victim/s: shuichi iguchi, male, 21 rank: officer injuries: third degree burns to 30-40% of body, smoke inhalation. AMMENDED: third degree burns to 35% of body, left trans-tibial amputation.

victim/s: touya todoroki, male, 23 rank: first officer injuries: third degree burns to 15% of body, second degree burns to 40% of body, smoke inhalation.

INCIDENT REPORT: at the time of the explosive - believed to be carbon bisulphide - officer iguchi was inside the cockpit of LV-011 knocked unconscious inside the aircraft after the initial explosion. surveillance captures first officer todoroki running towards LV-011's burning wreckage, dragging iguchi from inside the aircraft, both officers suffering wounds from the fire as well inhalation related injuries. alarm both victims are reported to have been wearing civilian clothing at the time of the incident, the victims in the midst of locking the eastern hangar at the time of the explosion. first officer todoroki's report pending. first officer iguchi's report pending.

your nosiness was cut short only moments after it began, each report after the initial one required authorised access, all you knew was both men were honourably discharged soon after, before they'd even woken up.

the next day, you couldn't help but stare through the glass window once more, todoroki and iguchi working side by side, like they had been their entire career. todoroki ditched his uniform, shedding the thick material in favour of a black shirt, standing beneath the big spacecraft. he stretched his arms above his head, tapping the bottom edge of the wing as iguchi spoke, the shiny scars snaking over his fingertips stealing your attention easily, the dark patches of scarred skin stretching over his hands and wrists. like a winding path, it leads you to the next scar, a large span of disfigured skin where an angry flame had engulfed his arm, a long winding path of marred skin curling around his bicep and shoulder blade, disappearing under his shirt at his back, although, you see a sliver of it continuing around his collarbone before it vanishes again beneath the shirts neckline.

from what you'd heard, his arms and torso were the worst, the flames licking at his skin as he dragged iguchi out, spreading from iguchi's clothes to his as he tugged him from the burning wreckage. the scars elsewhere had healed to a light, raw pink; the patch of skin up the side of his face, singing half of one of his eyebrows off, and a patch of skin at his jaw and the side of his throat burnt smooth, and a patch of white hair missing just above his ear.

your eyes are glued to him as he speaks, one and a half eyebrows drawn down in a thoughtful expression, icy blue eyes glancing between iguchi and morgana, back and forth as the pair spoke. until the electric blue met you.

in a few short strides, he's at the lab door, "your parents never teach you it's rude to stare?"

his tone is light, a playful lilt as he pokes his head through the door, staring down at you at your desk.

"i-i didn't- i wasn't trying to—"

"second degree," he gestures to his face, to his throat, the pink skin shining under the sterile white lights of kurogiri's lab, your eyes following his fluid movements, watching his scarred hands as they dragged the neckline of his shirt down.

"and third." he splays his palms in front of you, like he's trying to convince you he's innocent of something, twisting his wrist to show the uneven patches of scar tissue spanning over his wrists and forearms , even tugging the hem of his shirt up to show you the same swirling scars at his hips, nearly covering the entire sliver of his stomach you can see.

"what happened?" your voice is soft, like your tone needs to be gentle on the tender, raw skin.

"some tanks beneath the ship exploded, they say it was a freak accident, the steel overheated or something," he gracefully glides into the lab, leaning on your desk, "iguchi says it was an accident, i think it was an attempt. but i'm like a cockroach, they should've known i'd come crawling out of there."

he winks, his eyelashes long and dark unlike his snow white hair, and your shoulders sag, relaxing more around him as he joked, "so, newbie, tell me at least a little about you, other than you have a staring problem. start with your name, i'm touya."

your eyes twinkle, a heat burning your cheeks as you repeated his name, the weight of his given name on your tongue so much heavier than reading it in articles and reports. dropping your pen, you offer out your name, and your hand.

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[ohmy-gojo]

my fav fics that you all just HAVE to read (jjk, haikyuu, mha, original fics, mostly fem readers sorry!)

note: these are all from quotev.com and long stories! all fluffy and cute with angst sprinkled on top. no smut!!

O1. jujutsu kaisen

a) for tomorrow's sake by @/lavendersky!! literally so fluffy and cute i might die

b) otherworldly attraction by @/lavendersky again. she just writes so good my fav writer :( this one is a little angsty for u angst hunters

O2. my hero academia

a) changing history by @/summerblack!! mc changes history and this story will change your life (SUPER long omg but so worth reading)

b) the futures keeper by @/summerblack, spin off ver of changing history with aizawa/oboro and others as love interests, you adopt the villains before they turn one

c) leave your mark by @/kikyo851. another banger just read all her mha works you wont regret at all! honorable mention to blue embers(touya x reader) by her its so cute

d) made to destroy by @/lavendersky

O3. haikyuu

a) serve by @/mxtcha !! supa cute fic

b) fly high, baby by @/glaive the dialogues are funny and its slow burn ig (read it loooong ago)

O4. original yandere stories

a) crushed velvet by @/kikyo851 (just read all her stories, this ones just my fav)

b) object of desire by @/summerblack. if i could read it for the first time again I would trust me its tew good

c) its a pain to be a prince by @lavenoor!! genderbent disney princesses (she dont support disney btw) another life changing fic

d) blind date by @/microwaveness. such a silly story ughhhhh has my heart

e) re awakening mishaps by @/shookookies.

f) girlfriend for hire by @/lavendersky

i hope these are not too much (i have so much more, just check my quotev library from @/tesoro) trust me and give them a try they all EAT.

read and gimme feedback yall i have no one to talk ab them 😭

[inkykeiji]

Random but a lot of songs by Flower Face remind me of Touya nii

First Song that comes to mind is Spiracle, in which the last line is actually actually

“I am your lover and I am your jailer”

Which I find fitting

oh!!! someone has said this before, actually!!! i think the song they recommended was baby teeth. but anyway, yes omg!! i can totally see this, and i love it because spiracle feels more like touya to reader, and baby teeth feels more like reader to touya.

[nohoney]

c&c touya with a breeding kink has been rotting my brain for a while. just imagining him desperately trying to pump a baby into his gf is driving me insane (/ω＼)

breeding kink touya is such a dream ♡(｡- ω -)

The thought of having a baby with you was a passing fancy in Touya’s mind. He’d think about it sometimes, the image of you with a cute round belly coming up when he’d observe you doing mundane things like reading a book or spread butter and jam on a piece of toast, and then he’d go on about his day.

So after a year after marriage and an agonizing eleven months of no cigarettes, you and him are ready to start trying.

Even though Touya knows that babies are typically the end result of having sex, it almost feels surreal when you announce that you’re finally off birth control and tracking things like your ovulation, taking prenatal vitamins already, and altering your diet so that your body is ready for conception. His only job was to stay off the smoking, having switched over to a little vape that he only occasionally hit. Making all these changes was so different.

The only thing that stayed the same was how he fucked you.

“Fuck, deeper please! Need it, need you!” you panted out, yelping when Touya smacked the inside of your thigh and pulled out of you. You’re a quivering mess when he pushes your knees to your chest and tells you to hold them while he spreads the lips of your pussy, spitting onto your hole despite how wet you were from cumming already.

You beg softly for his cock to fill you, pleading how badly you needed your husband back inside you and to make you a fucked out mess. It seems that you forgot that you’re no longer fucking just for pleasure so Touya is kind enough to remind you.

He pushes the tip in, shallowly thrusting and asks, “You want me here? That right?”

“All the way in! Not just the tip!” you whine with a desperate shake of your head, “Need your cock in me!”

Touya laughs a little at you, still teasing you just to see you get that cute annoyed look. “Poor little doll, needs cock so bad huh?” he coos over you, “Why you wanna get fucked so bad? Can you be a big girl and tell me?”

“Want you to cum in me!” you whine again, this time more petulantly, “Touya!”

“That’s it? Just cum in you? No other reason?”

You let out a frustrated sigh, “Want a baby! Fuck a baby into me!”

The air is practically knocked out of your lungs when he shoves his cock into you. The bends of your knees rest over his shoulders, and again Touya pulls out to only leave the tip in. His heart races in his chest, something excited starting to bloom inside as he tells you to repeat yourself.

“Fuck a baby into me! Please, please get me pregnant!”

Then it truly dawns on him in that moment, in your desperate, lust driven words—he’s going to get you pregnant and have a baby with you.

It makes Touya fuck you with purpose. Well, with more purpose instead of just making sure you cum. He drives himself into your body, deep into your cunt to fulfill the one thought on his mind. The feeling in his chest grows, making him more excited as he fucks you vigorously, his cock pounding into you and making you scream and cry and beg please please fuck me more!

He knows you’re excited too, he can tell by how tight you’re squeezing him every time his dick is shoved back into your hole. He glances down at your tummy, hoping soon that you’ll be caressing a baby bump and complaining to him about food cravings you want. Touya is going to fulfill that vision.

“Gonna breed you, fill you up again and again with my cum since you’re begging so pretty. You want that, huh? This needy little cunt wants to be bred?”

“Mm-hmm! Fill me up until I’m full!” Your legs slide off his shoulders only to wrap around his waist, locking your ankles together to keep him close to you, “Don’t stop, don’t stop—shit!”

Your body tenses and your head digs back into the pillow, voice caught in your throat before you cry out loud. Your pussy tightens up before you cum hard on his cock, and Touya seizes the opportunity to fuck you through your orgasm. Sharp hip bones pummel hard against your skin, feeling every wet wave and telling you keep cumming, keep cumming for me!

You have enough reach to pull him down to you, your nails digging into his back and muffling your cries into his shoulder. “Cum in me! Cum in me, wanna be pregnant! Wanna have your baby!” you sob, “Make me a mommy!”

It catches Touya off guard, faltering for only a second as he shoves your legs off his waist and presses your knees back to your chest, this time holding the back of them for you. This time he chases his own euphoria while keeping you suspended in yours, fucking until you’re practically blubbering nonsense but only able to decipher daddy in your words.

He doesn’t stop as he cums, continuing to pump himself into you until he knows he’s all spent and empty and you’re all filled and overflowing. All the exertion catches up to him, barely catching himself before he slumps over you.

He uses an old t-shirt to put under you so that he can pull out, helping push the overflowing cum back into your pussy. It’s not for conception’s sake; he just likes doing it.

Flopping onto his side of the bed, Touya puts his hand over his chest to feel his heart calming down. “I want a cigarette.” He voices out loud, already imagining the satisfying inhale when he hits the tobacco.

You place the vape onto his chest silently, also relishing in your own little happy high.

It’s almost wistful when he takes the little device in his hand, closing his lips over the mouthpiece and inhaling deeply. He exhales clouds smoothly, waving the menthol cloud away from you and dropping the vape onto the bed. He reaches his arm over, patting your lower tummy and feels your hand cover his. The two of you are quiet for a few minutes before you roll over to your side.

“You up to do it again today?”

Is he supposed to say no?

“Mmkay, good. Not right now though,” you sit up in bed to stretch your limbs, “maybe before dinner time or before we go to bed.”

“Whenever you want,” Touya smooths his hand over his soft cock, “should be all good to go by the time you’re ready. It’s pretty lucky that we already fuck a lot.”

A few seconds of silence pass before you look back at your husband and softly call his name. “You are okay with us trying for a baby, right?” you ask with a touch of hesitance, looking almost ready for an answer that will disappoint you.

Touya holds up the vape in his hand and answers, “Us trying for a baby is worth giving up smoking and relying on these stupid things.”

His response makes your face warm, his words actually touching you and making you crawl towards him. “I changed my mind. Right now.”

He chuckled a little, thinking you’re joking and just coming up to cuddle. You bend down towards his cock, stroking it in your hand and spitting on it to get him hard again. “Oh really? What happened to dinner or bedtime?”

“Fuck it, want you to breed me again.”

Touya won’t say no to that, already pinning you back down to the mattress.

[misguidedswagger]

good man (part two) touya todoroki/dabi x reader

a/n: thank you @brooooooooooooooo for asking for part two lol, i was hoping i’d be able to continue good man!

enjoy!

warnings: angst, swearing, cheating, reader finds out, fem!reader, reader has had fertility issues, vomiting, and i think that’s everything

w/c: 1.3k

part one linked here

masterlist

touya’s feet were kicked up as he sipped his beer, his feet on the coffee table. y/n had complained about the nasty habit repeatedly, but it was something he let slip through the cracks, not wanting his sudden guilt about cheating on her, then suddenly trying to get on her good side  to be obvious. his eyes were trained on the screen, almost completely immersed in the battle of the two towns in the movie. maybe it was the drink, or maybe it was his subconscious, but he watched on, feeling as if he was watching his thoughts battling with his actions on the flat  screen. 

his cerulean eyes threatened to water as the guilt of what he had done to the woman doing his laundry right now, the woman he had just celebrated four whole years with. instead of releasing his emotions, he downed the rest of the beer he had in hand, crunching the aluminum and immolating it once it emptied. 

meanwhile, y/n was humming to herself, her headphones resting over her head as she danced to the music blaring through the padded ear cuffs. she was starting her and touya’s laundry, throwing her jeans into the wash after making sure to empty out her pockets. every time she did their now shared laundry, her memories reminded her of the very first time they had done their laundry together. after a dreamy sigh, she then picked up touya’s zip up, the one he was wearing on their anniversary. she smiled softly, inhaling the warm scent of his cologne all over his collar. 

out of instinct, she dug her hands into his pockets, making sure he hadn’t left anything in them. when she found nothing, she wanted to leave well enough alone and trust that he had checked the pockets of all of his clothes. she glanced over at the pile of  laundry in the gray basket, his black slacks that he’d worn the day of their anniversary too, sitting on top of the pile, turned inside out. y/n hesitated for just a moment, the sickening feeling that weighed her down that morning coming back full force out of nowhere. 

y/n collapsed onto the floor, her legs giving out on her. she dug into his front pockets, her heart rate not slowing down one bit. she foraged through his pockets like an animal attempting to hibernate underground. her now sweaty hands slid into his left back pockets, her shaking hands revealing a scrunchie with hair of a different color than hers interlaced throughout its fabric.

not only did y/n not wear scrunchies, it was hideous. she dug further into touya’s pocket, pulling out a thin piece of plastic, dropping the jeans onto the floor and rushing across the room to the trashcan, tripping over the hamper and knocking it down to the ground with a loud crash. 

touya was broken from his daze and rushed over to the laundry room at the loud sound, “babe?!” he called out, his hands immediately clamming up at the sight of y/n vomiting in the corner of the laundry room, her hands desperately clinging to the plastic bin. he swallowed anxiously, his words catching in his throat as he noticed the scrunchie and the condom wrapper sitting on the floor atop of his used clothing. “wait, y/n-”

he was caught.

you wiped the vomit off your mouth on the back of your hand, heaving as you forced yourself into a standing position. you were lightheaded after throwing up, slightly rocking back and forth. but,still forced yourself to stand and look touya in the eyes as your lips trembled,

“you’re fucking disgusting.” your voice dripped with malice and anger, your teeth gritted as you forced down more vomit that wanted to leave your body. taking a sharp breath, you steadied yourself before taking an angry step closer to the man in front of you who you had mistakenly trusted with the last four years of your life. 

“baby, wait, please, let me-” touya attempted,

“don’t you dare call me baby, you sick fuck!” you cried out, your anger burning through your sadness,

he almost choked on the spit in his mouth,  his eyes widening at your tone that began to increase in volume. he had never seen you this angry before, 

 “we’ve been trying for a baby for a year, touya, are you kidding me?” your voice now gave way to how distraught you truly were. you were nothing less than devastated, how could you not be?

touya swallowed hard, wishing a hole would open up in the earth and swallow him whole. he knew though, that if there were some divine power that could judge him, that would be the last punishment he would receive. he did this to himself and he now had to live with that. 

“y/n. let’s talk about this-” he said, his voice almost breaking under the anxious palpitations now shaking his entire body, 

“get your shit together and get the fuck out of my house.” you said steadily, turning your head, “i can’t even stand to look at your filthy, disgusting, piece of shit face,” you growled, unsure if the bubble in the back of your throat was bile or your anger. 

“you’re kicking me out? wait, wait, can’t i just stay on the-”

“are you fucking serious?” you deadpanned him, all emotion leaving your face for a moment. “like…you’re actually fucking kidding right?” you laughed in shock, “you cheat on me, for god knows how long, and…you expect me to be gracious to you?” you almost enjoyed the fear stricken into those oceanic eyes that you fell in love with all those years ago. you wanted him to hurt the way he hurt you, or maybe even more. 

there was so much more that you wanted to say, but you decided it’d be better to let him wonder about how badly he fucked up. you took a breath and steeled yourself, 

“fuck that. this is my house, my name is on this deed, it was my money that paid for that mattress, and it was my heart that you fucking BROKE!” your voice had only increased in volume until you were full on screaming at him from across the laundry room. 

you had helped touya process a lot of his trauma, working through how badly his father damaged him was something you were still working on. despite, you hadn’t seen touya flinch in, say, maybe a year?

until now. 

until he heard the unforgiving tone of your voice directed at him, 

“y/n, baby, please, i-”

you stepped closer, walking around the now toppled laundry basket, your voice barely above a whisper as you swiftly crossed the room to him, his eyes slowly daring to fill with hope as you caressed his face. 

you smiled up at him, and immediately, he had a flashback to the first time he kissed you. you looked at him just like that, the bonfire illuminating your features so elegantly as you two stared into the night of his old apartment. he remembered how it felt to kiss you for the first time, the first time he had ever let you wipe his tears as he cried, the first time you made love, and the first time you’d talked about having children together. 

yet, his reveries were interrupted by the cold nausea that immediately filled his abdomen,  collapsing to the ground as he held his lower half, wheezing out a breath. 

you kneeled down on one knee, shaking away the hopes you used to have of him being in the same position one day, asking you that question you had desperately wanted to hear fall from his lips. 

his eyes found yours and for a split second, you could see the scared little boy inside him, his eyes pleading with you to change your mind. 

but thanks to touya, you had learned to stand your ground and defend your own words and actions. 

“i told you to leave.”

[doumadono]

Warnings: violence, viking!Dabi, viking!Shoto, earl!All Might, viking!Hawks, viking!Natsuo, fem!reader, viking themes, viking!Bakugo, viking!Kirishima, blood and injuries, gore, childbirth, Shoto is a massive jerk

Summary: months after Touya's death, you finally convince Hawks to take you to the place where your beloved man passed away. Upon returning, overwhelmed by unbearable sorrow, you give birth prematurely, and it's clear who the father is. Little did you know, an envoy saw Shoto and brought some important news

Word count: circa 8,4k

A/N: if you'd like to be added to the taglist for this series, please let me know ♥

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ACT VI - THE PAST NEVER DIES

7 MONTHS LATER

Lying in bed, the white sheets felt crisp against your skin, almost blinding when you first opened your eyes. A gentle smile adorned your lips as a powerful, calloused hand reached out, delicately brushing a strand of your Y/H/C hair off your cheek. Turquoise eyes, wise and filled with affection, met yours. Touya smiled, his long fingers tracing the contours of your face.

"Do you know you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life?" he rasped, his voice carrying the remnants of a fading dream.

You nodded, recalling the numerous times he had expressed the same sentiment before.

"I mean it," Touya insisted. "I always thought Christian women were average, but you, my love, you're beyond beauty. You're a goddess. I can't take my eyes off you."

A soft smile played on your lips as you took his hand in yours, bringing it to your lips to kiss the place where scarred skin met healthy flesh.

Touya hummed, his gaze fixed on you. "I still can't comprehend why you love me. I held you captive. I ripped you out of your land. And I look like a monster."

Frowning, you moved, sitting up with a quilt pressed to your naked chest. "Stop it. You're not a monster in any way. Yes, our beginning was rough, but looking back, I am grateful you did it. There was nothing waiting for me there but an arranged marriage to some older man and a life of ordinary domesticity, taking care of kids and a homestead."

Touya grinned softly, his turquoise eyes holding a warmth that spoke of relief. "I'm happy you're not holding any grudges."

Shaking your head, you moved closer to him, laying your head against his scarred chest adorned with staples. "You're not only my lover. You're my best friend," you whispered, pressing a tender kiss to his chest.

His arm wrapped around your shoulders, fingers slowly rubbing the naked flesh, his quiet hum resonating within his chest with every breath he took. "So are you. You're the only one I trust."

Feeling his fingers lift your chin, you met his gaze before he pulled you even closer, brushing his slightly chapped lips against yours.

"Always," he whispered after breaking the kiss.

Tilting your head, you looked at him quizzically. "Hmmm?"

"I'll always love you, no matter what," he declared, his words filled with a sincerity that lingered in the air.

Leaning in to kiss him again, you felt his arm, still wrapped around you, suddenly go limp. Frowning, you looked down at him, only to find a pool of blood where Touya, your beloved man, once lay. He vanished like a fleeting mist.

Your heart pounded within your chest, a sudden fear gripped you as you called his name with all your might. "Touya! Touya!!!"

The room darkened, as if happiness had fled through the window, replaced by an ominous void. A sudden, searing pain gripped your abdomen. Clutching your stomach, you clenched your teeth, hissing as the unbearable pain washed over you. Trembling with waves of agony, you began screaming, choking on your own tears. "Touya! Save me, please!"

And then, abruptly, you woke up, gasping for air, the vivid nightmare fading into the recesses of your mind.

You looked aside, your gaze settling on Shoto sleeping peacefully by your side, one hand slipped under his head. 

A scornful glare crossed your features as you pondered the man who had used you so many times, who hadn't hesitated to raise both hand and voice at you, the man who forced you to become his concubine. It baffled you that he could sleep so soundly.

How could he find peace in slumber when his hands were stained with the blood of his own father and older brother? The memories of his mistreatment of Natsuo, treating him like a discarded piece of trash on a daily basis, flashed before your eyes. You couldn't comprehend how he managed to find solace in sleep, bearing the weight of so many innocent souls on his shoulders. He had killed his own warriors, loyal to his father, without a second thought. The toll on Skjaldvargr was evident, with the population dwindling by half in the past month alone.

Shoto's apparent solution, letting cutthroats and offscourings from other settlements live among his subjects, only fueled your frustration. The ease with which he dismissed the lives lost and the suffering inflicted upon his own people left you in disbelief. As you watched him sleep, a bitter taste filled your mouth, knowing that the man beside you was responsible for a cascade of pain and death that stained the land.

With a heavy sigh, you touched your round belly, feeling the slight kick from your unborn child. "Hush, hush, my sweet child," you whispered, a tinge of sadness adorning your voice. "It's okay, we're good."

The revelation of your pregnancy had shaken your world. Torn between love for the life growing beneath your heart and a deep loathing, your emotions were a tumultuous storm. Shoto, forcing you to lay with him shortly after you lost your innocence to Touya, clouded the paternity of the child. The uncertainty haunted you, and you couldn't be sure whose blood flowed through the veins of the little one.

Praying dearly to Freya, you wished the child belonged to Dabi, not Shoto. The complexities of your emotions were woven into the fabric of each whispered prayer, as you cradled the tiny life within you, caught in the tangled web of past choices and an uncertain future.

Shoto stirred by your side, slowly opening his mismatched eyes, casting you a cold glance. "Why are you not sleeping?" he asked with an air of indifference.

Rubbing your belly, you spared him a brief glance. "The baby was kicking," you lied.

With a growl, Shoto sat up and pushed your hand off your belly, replacing it with his own. He rubbed soothing circles around the bump. "It's okay, little one, daddy's here."

A gag reflex surged within you upon hearing those words. Excusing yourself, you pushed his hand off your tummy and swung your legs off the bed, slowly getting up. "I need fresh air," you said simply, wrapping a thick bear fur around your shoulders.

Shoto scoffed. "You should be resting, Y/N. If you don't want to care about yourself, that's fine. I couldn't care less. But my baby needs some peace. Don't be fucking long," he growled, laying his head back on the pillow.

Without another word, you left the room as you sought solace in the cool night air, the thick bear fur offering little comfort against the chill that now surrounded you.

The guards in the throne chamber greeted you with acknowledging nods as you passed by.

The night air was cold, and tiny snowflakes swirled on a chilly northern breeze as you made your way through the Great Hall.

With a heavy sigh, you rested your back against the wall of the longhouse, your breath visible in the cold air with each exhale. The silence of the night surrounded you until a familiar voice broke through.

"My lady? Are you okay?" The figure emerged from the shadows, and before you could see his face, you nodded.

"Yes, Keigo. It's okay."

"Shall I wake the earl up?" the blonde-haired man asked, finally stopping beside you.

You shook your head. "No. We just talked."

As much as you harbored resentment towards Hawks for blindly following all of Shoto's orders, you knew the young man didn't have much of a choice. Natsuo had shared stories with you. Hawks, being older than Shoto and one of Endeavor's most loyal warriors, spent a significant amount of time around the young prince. He taught Shoto how to wield an axe and sword, how to fight, and how to survive in the cruel world. Endeavor's lack of time for his own children made Shoto grow fond of his older "colleague," and vice versa. 

"You can't sleep again?" he asked, noting the weariness in your eyes.

You nodded quietly, your expression revealing the traces of a restless night. "Yeah, another nightmare with Touya," you confessed softly.

At the mention of Touya's name, a wave of emotions washed over you, and a few tears rolled down your pale cheeks. In an effort to regain composure, you bit your own knuckle, a physical anchor against the overwhelming memories.

Hawks watched you with a heavy heart, his concern deepening. “My lady, maybe…”

You shook your head in response. "Keigo, can I ask you for a favor?" you asked him.

The blonde-haired man furrowed his brows upon hearing your words but nodded slowly.

"Keigo, can you take me to the place where Touya died?" you asked, your voice steady but carrying the weight of the emotions you had long suppressed.

Hawks looked at you, concern etched across his features and a slight frown crossing his forehead. "Why would you want to go there, my lady?"

Taking a deep breath, you met his gaze. "I need closure, Keigo. For months, I've been haunted by the memories. I can't move on until I confront the reality of where it happened. I just... I just need to see this place. I want to pray there. I just... I just need it."

He sighed, realizing the depth of your pain. "Are you sure about this? It won't be easy, my lady, as the earl surely won't let you go."

You nodded, your eyes reflecting a mix of sorrow and resolution. "I have to do this. It's the only way I'll find the closure I've been seeking for months."

Keigo stood before you, torn between his loyalty to his earl and the plea you bestowed upon him. The weight of your words seemed to reopen old wounds that he had long tried to bury. "I'll see what I can do, my lady," he finally said, nodding his head with a conflicted expression.

He left just like that, leaving you alone in the quiet night.

Alone, you rubbed your tummy softly, seeking solace in the warmth beneath your hand. "Save us, Freya," you whispered as you hoped for protection and guidance in the tumultuous journey that lay ahead. “Save us from Shoto.”

7 MONTHS EARLIER

When Touya woke up, all he could think of was pain. Unbearable, burning pain that seemed to spread all over his body, with a particular intensity in his legs, even though they mostly felt numb. 

The first moment he opened his eyes, he found himself in an unfamiliar place. Strange faces surrounded him, leaning down, their hands touching his face and shoulders. A potent herbal scent enveloped him, making him want to cough and vomit.

The women treating his wounds seemed a little scared, their eyes betraying a mix of apprehension and discomfort at his appearance. This made Touya not only feel uneasy but also fueled his desire to leave this unfamiliar place as soon as possible. 

One day, when Touya awoke to find Earl Yagi Toshinorison by his bedside, he immediately understood his surroundings. He was in Toshinorison's settlement, known as Hvinverjadalr.

"It's good to see you awake," Earl Toshinorison greeted with a warm smile as he approached the young man lying in bed. "Are you feeling well today?"

Dabi, still recovering, looked up at the earl and responded with a hint of sorrow in his voice, "I feel pain, my lord. The wounds are healing, but it will take time."

Earl Toshinorison gazed sternly at Dabi, his eyes betraying a mix of curiosity and authority. He raised his hand, gesturing to the maids who were tidying the chamber. "Leave us," he ordered with a commanding tone.

The maids exchanged uneasy glances before hurriedly exiting the room, leaving the Earl and Dabi alone in the dimly lit chamber. 

Silence lingered for a moment before Dabi broke it. "What happened?" he asked, his memory clouded with fragments of being sent north by his father, along with his younger brother and a contingent of warriors.

Earl Toshinorison, known for his calculating mind, cocked an eyebrow, considering Dabi's question. The earl regarded the injured man with a measured expression, his voice calm. "You were found by two of my warriors under a cliff, accompanied by the lifeless body of a massive wolf," he disclosed, his eyes studying the scarred features of the man before him. 

The revelation hung in the air, a puzzle waiting to be solved. The details surrounding the scene raised Dabi's questions. "I... I don't remember..." he whispered.

"I need you to tell me everything you remember," the older man commanded, his voice firm yet tinged with curiosity.

Dabi, looking perplexed, met the earl's gaze. "The only thing I remember is being sent by my father north, along with my younger brother and our warriors, my lord."

The earl cocked an eyebrow, a calculated look in his eyes. "And who's your father?"

"Endeavor is my father."

Toshinorison jolted up from his chair, a frown crossing his forehead as he processed the unexpected revelation. "Endeavor? You're Endeavor's son?"

Dabi nodded solemnly. "I am. My name's Touya. I'm Endeavor's eldest son."

The revelation lingered in the air, casting a shadow over the room. The gravity of the truth seemed to echo through the walls.

Toshinorison sat back down, his gaze focused on Dabi's face as he spoke, "I'd never thought in my wildest dreams I'd have one of the most skilled warriors of Denmark under my roof." A soft smile played on the earl's lips, a genuine appreciation for the warrior's capabilities evident in his eyes.

Dabi nodded, acknowledging the earl's words. Gratitude shone in his eyes as he thanked Yagi. However, he wasted no time in getting to the pressing matter on his mind. "When will I be able to return back to my settlement?" he inquired, his tone a blend of eagerness and caution, uncertain of what the future held.

Earl Toshinorison looked down at Dabi, a solemn expression clouding his features. "Touya, your injuries are serious," he began, his voice carrying a weight of concern. "I won't allow you to leave until your body is fully healed."

Dabi met the earl's gaze, a mix of defiance and frustration in his eyes. "I appreciate the hospitality, my lord, but I've got responsibilities back at my settlement. I need to return."

The earl nodded understandingly. "I comprehend your predicament, but I cannot permit you to depart in such a state. Your health is of utmost importance. Once you're well, I'll personally ensure you're escorted safely back to your settlement."

Dabi's scowl deepened, but he couldn't deny the genuine concern in the earl's eyes. "And how long is that going to take?"

Toshinorison sighed, his gaze unwavering. "As long as it takes, Touya. I won't risk your life by sending you out prematurely. Your well-being is my priority now. With broken legs that would take several months to heal."

Dabi's frustration erupted. "A few months?!" he exclaimed, sitting up with a grunt, his face contorted with pain. "I don't have that much time, my lord. They must've thought I died."

Earl Toshinorison gently pushed the scarred man's shoulder, compelling him to lay back down. "Easy. I promise I'll send an envoy to let your people and father know you're alive," the older man reassured. "But, as I said, you need to stay with us a little longer. Once you'll be able to walk, I'll admit my best warriors to help you regain your fighting prowess."

Dabi nodded gratefully as earl Yagi got up. "Thank you, my lord."

Earl Toshinorison smiled faintly, nodding his head before he exited the chamber, leaving Dabi alone with his thoughts.

It took Hawks a few days to set everything in motion for the trip with you. The blonde-haired Viking hesitated to bring it up with his earl, struggling to find the courage. 

Fortunately, the situation became more manageable when Shoto departed to meet earl Gizzor, who resided in the northern part of Sweden. 

This afforded Hawks the opportunity to make the necessary arrangements without drawing undue attention to your impending journey.

Natsuo attempted to dissuade you from the idea, expressing concern about the risk involved in such a trip given your advanced stage of pregnancy. However, you were adamant and chose not to heed his advice.

One afternoon, the thralls assisted you in donning warm clothes, while Natsuo helped Keigo prepare a horse – a stallion that had once belonged to Touya.

"Don't try anything," Endeavorson snarled quietly, ensuring the proper placement of a snaffle on the stallion.

Keigo frowned at the younger man. "What was that supposed to mean?"

"I don't trust you," Natsuo replied, his expression tense. "I expect you to take good care of Y/N during this trip."

"Of course I will," Keigo retorted, his brow furrowed. "I serve the earl as best as I can."

"Of course, you do," Natsuo growled, his gaze intense. "If a single hair falls off her head..."

"Then what, my lord?" Keigo asked, his tone challenging. "What will you do?"

"I'll kill you." The words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the seriousness of the responsibility Keigo now carried for your safety.

Keigo scoffed and casually walked closer to Natsuo. "Don't forget, my lord, that earl Shoto ordered me to take care of his concubine," he reminded with a wry tone. "So, do not fret, she's under good care."

As Keigo delivered his reassurance, you left the longhouse and headed towards the stable, where you found the men. "I'm ready," you announced, a sense of determination in your voice as you prepared for whatever lay ahead.

Keigo assisted you onto the horse, ensuring you were comfortable in the saddle. Soon, he mounted his own mare, a skilled rider at ease with his steed.

Natsuo walked over to you, his touch soft as he stroked your knee. "Be careful, Y/N. Stay close to him," he urged, casting a glance towards Keigo. 

The hawk-eyed warrior, however, shook his head disapprovingly, silently expressing his disagreement with Natsuo's wry comment.

You nodded at Natsuo, promising to stay out of trouble. 

Endeavorson acknowledged with a subtle nod and moved aside.

Hawks took the reins, urging his horse forward, and you followed closely behind.

The ride stretched across nearly two days, each passing hour marked by your repeated requests to halt. The biting cold gnawed at your bones, and bouts of dizziness swept over you, making it challenging to endure the relentless journey. The unforgiving weather seemed determined to test your resilience, forcing frequent pauses as you battled against the elements.

The landscape unfolded before you in a blur, a monotonous panorama of snow-covered terrain and desolate wilderness. The horses pressed on, their breath forming misty clouds in the frigid air. The repetitive rhythm of hooves against the frozen ground echoed the weariness that settled in your bones.

Each break served as a temporary respite from the relentless cold, a chance to regain your bearings before the journey resumed.

The trip passed mostly in silence, a thick tension hanging in the air. You found yourself at a loss for words, unsure of what to tell Hawks. There were things you assumed he knew, things you suspected he did, and the unspoken assumptions lingered between you like a heavy fog.

The rhythmic sound of the horses' hooves filled the air as Hawks finally mustered the courage to breach the unspoken divide. "How is it between you and earl Shoto?" he asked, his voice cutting through the chilly silence.

You glanced at him, the weight of the unspoken hanging in the air. "Complicated," you replied, choosing a word that barely scratched the surface of the intricate web of emotions.

Hawks raised an eyebrow, a mix of curiosity and concern in his gaze. "Complicated how?"

You scoffed at his question, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. "Are you seriously asking me how it is with him? You well know how. He's ruthless, and it doesn't change when we're alone. No, instead, he's even worse than when we're around people. I know he doesn't care about me. All he cares about is power and the fact I might be pregnant with his child. If it turns out it's Touya's, I'm sure he'll order his men to kill me and the child. So, nothing good is awaiting me," your voice carried a heavy burden of sorrow. "Even if the child is his, I'm sure he'll take the kid away from me and exile me," you added, resignation coating your words. "Either way, I'm fucked up, Takami."

He nodded thoughtfully, the lines on his face deepening. "I see."

The quiet lingered again, the horses' hooves maintaining a steady rhythm. The unspoken truths hovered in the air.

Hawks finally stopped his horse and dismounted.

Your horse halted as well, and Keigo, with a silent understanding, moved to assist you off its back.

Hawks pointed his chin north, indicating a small prominence in the distance. "It's there," he said, gesturing with a subtle nod. Without further words, he began walking in that direction, and you followed, the crunching of snow beneath your boots filling your ears. 

Hawks stopped at the top of a small hill, near a cliff. "That's where he fell," he explained, his gaze fixed on the spot below.

You hesitated, feeling the strength drain from your knees as you slowly approached the edge. As you looked down, the world seemed to blur, and a wave of emotions crashed over you, a mix of fear and sorrow.

Hawks reacted swiftly, rushing to you with concern etched on his face. He wrapped his hands around your frame, providing support and shielding you from the potential of falling. 

The warmth of his touch and the protective embrace offered a fleeting sense of security amid the storm of uncertainties that surrounded you.

“Y/N,” Hawks whispered quietly. “Do you want to sit down?”

You shook your head, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. "I can't, Keigo... How... how could that have happened?" you asked him, your voice choked with disbelief as you clutched his forearm. "He is... he was a great warrior..." Strong sobs shook your body, the weight of the loss pressing down on you like an unbearable burden.

As you shook your head, tears streaming down your cheeks, he felt the weight of your grief and the burden of his past deeds pressing on him. The realization of the consequences of his actions began to dawn on him, and he started to rethink the choices that led to this moment. A somber silence settled between you, echoing the heaviness of the loss and the reevaluation of past decisions in the cold air.

You slowly sank down to your knees, not minding the cold snow beneath you. Pressing your hands to your heart, you gasped for air, the freezing wind ruffling your Y/H/C hair. "I know I shouldn't be crying over a man who ripped me off my land, but I forgave him long ago, and I love him so dearly... I forever will," you whined, the weight of conflicting emotions pulling at your chest as grief and love intertwined in a tangled dance. "I just wish I could tell him how much he means to me... to us," you added, gently rubbing your baby bump. With an empty gaze, you looked into the white void surrounding you. "I don't exist without him. I don't want to live without him." The words carried a profound ache, echoing the depths of your love and the fear of a future without the one who had become an integral part of your existence.

"Y/N..." Hawks whispered, placing his reassuring hand to your shoulder. "We should go back."

You looked at Hawks, your eyes demanding answers. "What happened here, Keigo?" you asked directly, the urgency and concern evident in your tone. "I know... I just feel in my bones you're not honest with me."

Hawks hesitated, reluctance painted across his features. "It was nothing," he replied vaguely, avoiding direct eye contact.

"Nothing?" you scoffed, frustration lacing your words. "You can't just stand by and watch Shoto destroy your settlement. Are you blind, Hawks? Blind to the destruction he causes, the lives he ruins?" The disappointment in your voice was palpable. "I may not be one of you, I'm a foreigner, that's true, but even to me, Skjaldvargr became home, and it truly hurts to witness it sinking under the spearheading of Shoto. Keigo, we need to stop him," you dared to say through sobs, raising your head to look into the man's golden eyes.

You saw Keigo hesitating, and deep inside, you sensed that a part of him agreed with your words. However, he remained silent.

Lowering your head, hot tears gouged trails in your pale cheeks, falling to the frozen ground beneath you. "He's going to get rid of us all once he doesn't find a purpose for us anymore. Mark my words," you whispered, the weight of your foreboding sinking into the cold, silent air.

Keigo suddenly opened up, his usual guarded demeanor faltering for a moment. "Look, Y/N, it's not that I can't see the destruction. It's just... I'm bound by loyalty. Loyalty to Shoto, even to his father Endeavor, may Allfather let his soul rest. As a warrior, it's not easy to defy the orders of those you've sworn allegiance to. I've known Shoto for a long time, since he was a little child, and I watched him grow. He's a fierce leader, a warrior of unmatched skill. And I swear to my life that I'll protect him." He sighed, conflicted emotions evident in his eyes. "But I do see your point. I can't ignore the destruction, the pain he's causing. It's tearing me apart too."

You slowly got up, looking up at the warrior. "Keigo," you whispered, your voice filled with a newfound understanding. "At first, I thought you were just a dumb marionette in the hands of Shoto, and I hated you with every fiber of my being. But now, I understand. There's only one way you can be freed, and that's by defeating Shoto. Do you think that's what Endeavor would want for his people, for his home?"

Keigo lowered his head, a heavy sigh escaping him. "Y/N, I've questioned my loyalty before, but it's not that simple. Defeating Shoto would mean betraying everything I've known, the code I've lived by. It's not just about me; it's about the years of service, the bonds forged in battles. But," he hesitated, glancing at you, "I can't ignore the destruction he's causing."

You looked up at him with sparks of hope in your eyes. "We need to do something. I don't ask you to stab him in the back. All I ask of you is not to stand in my way when I finally get a plan."

Keigo shook his head, and after a heavy sigh, and a moment of silence, he nodded, a subtle agreement to support your efforts.

You rubbed his shoulder gently. "Thank you for showing your true self, Takami," you expressed, a subtle gratitude in your touch. Glancing back above your shoulder, you shivered, not only from the overwhelming cold but also from the uneasy feeling building within your gut. "Let's get back home, shall we?" 

Keigo nodded, and you both slowly descended the little hill. 

However, you suddenly stopped. "Can you wait by the horses? I want to make a prayer," you asked, looking at him earnestly.

He agreed with a solemn nod, giving you the space you needed for your moment of reflection.

You found yourself in a white void, tiny snowflakes swirling in the cold breeze all around you. As you began to pray, your words were carried away by the frigid wind. "Oh, Allfather, hear my plea," you whispered, your voice merging with the stillness of the snowy expanse. "Grant my beloved Touya the rest among his ancestors in Valhalla. May he find solace and honor in the halls of the fallen warriors. Allfather," you continued, the words escaping your lips in the icy stillness, "grant Touya and Endeavor a reunion among the hallowed halls of your kingdom. Let them feast among the brave warriors, reunited in the afterlife. May their spirits know peace and camaraderie beyond the troubles of this world. I beseech you, Allfather, heed this prayer and let their souls find solace, together."

Your gaze shifted to the heavens. "Freya, goddess of love and guidance, lend me your strength. Guide me through the tumultuous path ahead. Even though I used to be a Christian, I am willing to pay with my life if needed. I believe in the power of your wisdom and protection. Help me, guide me, as I navigate the challenges that lay ahead. In your names, I find strength and solace."

With that, you let the silent void envelop you once more, the cold winds carrying your earnest plea into the vast expanse of the unknown.

Keigo waited for you and walked you back to the horses. With a gentle assist, he helped you mount Dabi's stallion, and soon, the rhythmic beat of hooves echoed as you headed back home.

The wind howled through the icy landscape, biting into the skin of Bakugo and Kirishima as they sat outside their hut. 

Suddenly Bakugo scoffed loudly, his eyes fixed on a figure limping through the dirt path towards the longhouse of earl Toshinorison.

The man, using wooden crutches, struggled with each step, pain etched across his scarred face. 

Bakugo's disdain was evident in his voice. "Tsk! Look at that cripple! He's not even able to walk without wincing like a pathetic bitch."

Kirishima shot his friend a sharp look and retaliated by throwing a tiny rock in his direction. "Quit it, Bakugo. He's not a cripple, and stop calling him names. He's Endeavorson, one of the best warriors of our times. That's not manly, calling someone names just because they're facing a tough time. It's only been three months since we found him, and he's already escaped death, man. Give him time," Kirishima huffed, turning his attention back to polishing his battle axe.

Bakugo rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "Did you fall in love with him, huh, shitty hair?"

Kirishima shot him another glare. "Quit it, I said."

"Or what, idiot?!" Bakugo raised his voice, challenging his friend.

Kirishima rose from his spot, attaching his axe to his thick, leather belt. "Or I won't let you sleep near the fireplace tonight, man."

"Oi! Don't get offended at me just because of some stranger, Kirishima!" Bakugo retorted, but the red-haired man paid him no mind. Determination gleamed in Kirishima's eyes as he made his way towards the man walking with crutches.

"Hey," Kirishima called out, his voice cutting through the icy air. "How are you feeling, Endeavorson?" There was a genuine concern in his eyes, a stark contrast to the disdain Bakugo had shown earlier. Kirishima's approach was both unexpected and kind, catching Touya off guard.

Touya, unused to such warmth, stopped in his tracks, wooden crutches supporting his weakened frame. He looked at the red haired, tall man, surprise mingled with a hint of suspicion in his eyes. "I... I'm fine," he mumbled, unsure of how to respond to someone who wasn't avoiding him or hurling insults.

Kirishima didn't seem deterred by Touya's guarded response. Instead, he persisted, "No need to act tough. We," he pointed his head to the blonde haired man sitting near a little hut, "found you under those snowy cliffs, barely hanging on. Must've been a tough journey, huh? How's the healing going? You're not pushing yourself too hard, are you?"

Touya blinked, the concern in Kirishima's words sinking in. A small, appreciative smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he replied, "It's been... challenging. But I appreciate your concern. Not many here bother to ask how I'm doing, but I understand. They're afraid of me."

Kirishima nodded, a determined glint in his eyes. "Well, we're not all heartless. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask," he smiled. "So were you able to remind yourself what happened on that cliff, man?"

Touya's gaze flickered with a mix of gratitude and hesitation as he continued to walk, Kirishima keeping pace beside him. The snowy landscape seemed to stretch endlessly, mirroring the uncertainties that clouded Touya's memory. "I... I've been trying," Touya confessed, his voice carrying the weight of the struggle. "But it's all foggy, like trying to grasp onto a dream slipping through your fingers, you know? I remember the biting cold, the shadows, and then... nothing. It's frustrating."

Kirishima nodded understandingly, his rugged features softened with empathy. "Must've been a hell of an ordeal. But you made it out alive, and that counts for something, right?"

Touya offered a faint smile, appreciating Kirishima's attempt to find a silver lining. "Yeah, it does. I'm grateful for the second chance, even if the details are elusive. Maybe with time, the memories will piece themselves together."

Touya's gaze lingered on the vast, snowy expanse, contemplating the unknown that lay ahead. 

Kirishima, sensing Touya's internal struggle, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "We're here for you, Endeavorson. Whatever you're going through, you don't have to face it alone," Kirishima spoke with sincerity. "I most likely won't understand fully what you're going through, but you have a friend in me."

Touya nodded appreciatively, grateful for the unexpected ally by his side. 

The path to the longhouse was accompanied by a comfortable silence, broken only by the crunch of their footsteps on the dirt path.

Kirishima decided to broach a topic he had heard from Earl Yagi. "Hey, Touya," Kirishima began, a curious glint in his eyes. "I heard from earl Yagi that you were eager to depart as soon as you woke up. What's the rush?"

Touya's gaze shifted, his expression momentarily distant as he recalled the urgency that had fueled his desire to leave. "Yeah," he admitted, a hint of vulnerability in his tone. "My family... they must've thought I died. I just wanted to see them again, let them know I'm alive."

Kirishima's grin widened, sensing there might be more to the story. "Is it just about family, or is there a special someone waiting for you, too?"

Touya's cheeks tinged with a subtle blush, and he averted his gaze. "Well, there is someone. I want to see her again."

Kirishima chuckled heartily, clapping Touya on the back. "Ah, love! Now it makes sense. A man's got priorities, that's so manly! You're not alone in wanting to reunite with your loved one. We all have something or someone worth fighting for."

Touya's embarrassment transformed into a bashful smile, appreciating Kirishima's understanding. 

The imposing structure of the Great Hall loomed ahead, its massive doors beckoning them forward. Kirishima came to a stop, turning to face Touya with a determined expression. "Just so you know," Kirishima began, his voice carrying a tone of sincerity, "I and my best friend Bakugo, that forever-offended blonde you saw earlier, were assigned to help you regain your prowess in fighting once your legs work well again. And just don't mind Bakugo, he has an awful personality, but he's a great and skilled warrior."

Touya nodded appreciatively, grateful for the information and the support he was receiving in this unfamiliar place. "Thank you, Kirishima. I appreciate the help."

As they approached the heavy doors of the Great Hall, Kirishima stepped forward, taking the initiative to open them for Touya. The creaking hinges echoed through the hall as the doors swung open, revealing the grandeur within.

"Go ahead," Kirishima gestured, a courteous smile on his face. "Take your time. And you can call me Eijiro or Red Riot, whatever suits you better."

Touya nodded again, his gratitude evident in his turquoise eyes. He slowly made his way inside, the warmth of the hall a stark contrast to the cold exterior. 

Kirishima remained at the entrance, waiting patiently until Touya had safely entered the hall. "Good luck in there," Kirishima offered a parting wish, his voice filled with genuine encouragement. "And if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. We're here for you."

With that, Kirishima bid farewell to Touya and turned to go about his duties, leaving the Great Hall behind him. 

The heavy doors closed with a resounding thud, enveloping Touya in the welcoming embrace of the earl's domain.

Earl Toshinorison, immersed in the weight of his responsibilities, looked up from the documents as he noticed Touya entering the room. A warm smile played on his lips, and he beckoned for Touya to join him. "Oh, Touya, come here, come here," earl Yagi greeted, his voice carrying a sense of camaraderie. 

Touya, despite the lingering pain in his legs, slowly made his way to a long table and took a seat on a wooden chair with a heavy sigh. "Any news from the envoy, my lord?" Touya inquired, his tone laced with concern. "Forgive me for asking about this repeatedly, but it's already been several days, and we haven't heard from them yet."

Earl Yagi placed a paper on the table and set the metal stylus aside, giving Endeavorson a knowing glance. "You're impatient, son. I'm sure we'll hear from them soon. Don't forget your settlement is nearly four days away from here," he reminded, attempting to assuage Touya's worries.

Despite the reassurance, an unfamiliar, unpleasant feeling lingered within Touya whenever he thought about his home. He hoped for the well-being of everyone there, especially Shoto, praying that he had managed to escape the looming threat they apparently faced together. And then there was you, his beloved woman, whose name rolled off Touya's lips every relentless night.

Touya nodded in acknowledgment of earl Yagi's words, yet the unease persisted. The distant wait for news from his homeland weighed heavily on him, and the yearning for assurance about the safety and happiness of those he left behind lingered like a shadow in the depths of his thoughts.

Shortly after returning from your journey with Hawks, you began feeling unwell.

A day later, Shoto returned from his own trip, only to find you in considerable pain, experiencing contractions.

The burden of sorrow and sadness weighed heavily on you, prompting an untimely and challenging childbirth.

You lay on the bed in earl Shoto's room, the sheets already stained with your blood and tears. The midwives bustled around you, their faces etched with concern. The pain was unbearable, like a thousand knives stabbing you with each contraction. You screamed, the sound echoing through the room. 

Shoto paced back and forth near the bed, his face contorted with worry. "Help her!" he screamed at the thralls, his voice filled with pure rage. "Help her or I'll hang you by the dawn!"

They scurried to your side, wiping your forehead with a damp cloth. The pain was indescribable, a searing, burning sensation that threatened to consume you.

Shoto's face was pale as he watched the scene unfold. He glanced between your legs, his eyes widening at the sight of blood and gore. 

Shoto's eyes darted away, an involuntary reaction to a scene that was unbearable even for someone who had witnessed his fair share of hardships. The weight of the sights he had seen in the past seemed to pale in comparison to what lay before him now. "Do something! She's in pain!" he roared.

"Push, my lady," one of the midwives urged, her voice gentle but firm. "You need to push!"

You bore down, your body shaking with the effort. You could feel the baby's head crowning, the sensation both terrifying and exhilarating. You gritted your teeth and pushed. You had never felt pain like this before, but you knew it would all be worth it in the end. "I... Can't..." you whimpered, your head rolling back to the pillows.

"Again, push now," the midwife said, her voice soothing. "You're doing great, my lady. Just a little bit more, and the baby will be here, my lady."

You pushed once more, using all of your strength, feeling the baby slip from your body, and you screamed in pain again. 

The midwives rushed to clean the baby, their faces alight with joy. "It's a boy," one of them said, and you felt a surge of love and happiness as the first tears rolled down your flushed cheeks. 

But your pain was far from over. The afterbirth needed to be delivered, and the contractions continued to rack your body. You screamed, the sound primal and raw. 

Shoto's face was a mask of worry, but he remained silent, knowing that there was nothing he could do to ease your pain.

The midwives worked quickly, delivering the afterbirth and cleaning you up. The pain slowly began to subside, leaving you exhausted but relieved. 

Shoto approached the midwife who was holding the newborn. After the baby was cleaned, it was passed to the young earl. He scoffed loudly, growing angry upon seeing a white down on the little boy's head and the pair of perfectly turquoise eyes slowly opening from time to time. "Fuck," Shoto growled with anger.

You begged the midwife to pass you the baby, and she took the baby from Shoto after he passed it with anger. 

The baby was placed to your chest, and you slowly stroked the little head. It was Touya's child. Shoto's anger was now painfully clear.

You hesitated to meet Shoto's gaze, apprehensive of the storm brewing within him. His face was etched with pure rage, and for a moment, you feared his reaction.

Shoto, after a moment of tense silence, finally spoke, his voice cold and measured. "I should expect you to bear my deceased brother's child," he stated, his eyes locked onto yours. “Pathetic whore.”

As you glanced at him with a mix of fear and uncertainty, Shoto's expression softened slightly, yet you noticed a twisted grimace curling his lips. "However," he continued, "I'll raise this boy as my own son. Once you recover from childbirth, we'll lay together again. And again. And again. I'll ensure you give me my own heir."

You trembled at Shoto's words, the mere thought of having to lay with him again sending a cold shiver down your spine. The weight of his expectations, the complex emotions surrounding the situation, and the uncertainty of your future left you paralyzed.

Before you could manage a reply, Shoto simply left the room, leaving behind a lingering coldness in his wake. His parting words, a sharp and indifferent command to his thralls, hung in the air. "Clean that fucking mess."

You looked down at the crying baby nestled in your arms, his tiny features a poignant reminder of the complex emotions swirling within you. Gently, you pressed a tender kiss on the tiny forehead, feeling the warmth of your affection seep into the fragile being. "My little boy. My beautiful boy," you whispered, your voice a mixture of love, gratitude, and a tinge of sorrow. The tear that rolled down your cheek bore witness to the intricate tapestry of emotions woven into this moment.

With a heartfelt sincerity, you turned your gaze skyward and silently thanked Freya, the goddess who had guided you through this tumultuous journey. Gratitude filled your heart for the gift of Touya's son, a precious life that now depended on your love and care.

In the quiet moments that followed, the room seemed to echo with the soft cries of the newborn, a testament to the fragility and resilience of life. As you cradled the baby close, you vowed to navigate the challenges ahead with the same strength and determination that had brought you to this moment. And in the stillness of the room, you found solace in the love that already bloomed between you and the tiny soul entrusted to your care.

Meanwhile, Shoto sat heavily on the throne in the grand throne chamber, the weight of recent events evident in the furrowed lines on his forehead. The air in the room seemed thick with tension as he grappled with the tumultuous emotions swirling within.

Hawks, having learned from the guards that the child had been born, stepped into the chamber cautiously. "My lord?" he inquired, bowing respectfully to Shoto.

The red-and-white-haired earl glanced at his most trusted warrior, his expression a mix of frustration and agitation. "It's his," Shoto snarled, the words escaping his lips with a venomous edge. "He won't stop hounding me, even from the afterlife."

Hawks, recognizing the gravity of Shoto's words, remained silent for a moment, his keen eyes studying the earl's troubled demeanor. 

"Is that Odin trying to punish me for my deeds? Apparently, the past never dies," Shoto's voice cut through the somber air, a question directed more to the invisible forces than to anyone present in the room. His mismatched eyes remained fixed on some distant point, as if seeking answers in the unseen. "All I ever wanted was to make Skjaldvargr strong like never before, so everyone would fear us," Shoto continued, his voice carrying a mix of determination and introspection.

As the room absorbed his words, Shoto's thoughts seemed to wander into the realm of self-doubt. "Maybe I made a mistake letting Touya die? Killing my father?" he whispered, the words almost lost in the echoes of his inner turmoil. A moment later, he shook his head, as if attempting to dispel the doubts that threatened to take root. "No. All these decisions were good."

Before the heavy silence could stretch further, a guard interrupted, stepping into the room with news. "My lord, an envoy from Hvinverjadalr pleads to see you."

Shoto's frown deepened, exchanging glances with Hawks, who maintained his silent vigil. With a reluctant nod, the earl acknowledged the envoy's request, setting aside the internal struggle for the time being to face the external challenges that awaited him in the form of the visiting envoy.

The guards led the older man into the throne chamber, where he was forced to kneel before Shoto, the earl of Skjaldvargr. Shoto, in a gesture of casual indifference, rested his chin on his hand, which was propped against an armrest of his bespangled throne, his mismatched eyes keenly observing the envoy.

The older man bowed respectfully and identified himself as an envoy from Hvinverjadalr, bearing a message from Earl Toshinorison.

Shoto's expression tightened slightly at the mention of the earl's name. All Might, known by that call sign, was a formidable adversary of Shoto's deceased father, Endeavor.

"What message are you bringing to us?" Shoto inquired, his tone measured and unwavering.

The envoy bowed once more before revealing the content of the message. "Our earl wants to let you know your brother, Touya Endeavorson, is well and alive in our settlement."

Shoto's eyes widened slowly, the weight of the revelation sinking in. The news was like a sudden gust of wind, sweeping away the hopes of his carefully crafted plans to turn true. A mix of disbelief and hope flickered in Shoto's mismatched eyes, and for a moment, the throne chamber seemed suspended in a profound silence as the implications of this unexpected revelation unfolded. “Is that so?” he ground his question out.

The envoy nodded his head, offering an explanation for the delayed revelation. "We didn't let you know earlier, my lord, as Touya was in a very serious health condition. Thankfully, Allfather helped him to survive and slowly regain his health."

Shoto's gaze shifted to Hawks, the unspoken understanding between them echoing in the charged silence. 

Hawks felt his heart quicken within his chest, a mix of surprise and worry coursing through his veins. The news, while unexpected, carried a glimmer of hope, a flicker of a possibility Hawks hadn't dared to entertain until now. Perhaps Y/N words were prophetic?

Shoto's features remained composed, but the intensity in his mismatched eyes betrayed the emotions churning beneath the surface. 

Shoto, with practiced ease, managed to summon a smile that did not reach his mismatched eyes. "Thank you for the news," he said, his tone wryly polite. The revelation about Touya's survival had stirred a tempest of conflicting emotions within him, and Shoto struggled to conceal the storm behind a veneer of civility. He leaned back into his throne, feigning casual interest. "Did my brother share any details about what happened?" Shoto inquired, a facade of genuine concern in his voice.

The envoy shook his head, "No, my lord. Touya doesn't remember much."

Shoto's grin, though slight, carried a complexity of emotions. It was a bittersweet acknowledgment, for while Touya's survival brought threat to all of Shoto's plans, the memory loss shielded him from the painful truth of Shoto's involvement in the events that had transpired.

"And for that wonderful news, you deserve a reward," Shoto declared, a saccharine smile playing on his lips. His gaze shifted to a guard, and with a small nod, the envoy's fate was sealed.

In a swift, merciless motion, the guard slit the envoy's throat, and the dying man was unceremoniously pushed onto the stone floor. The chamber echoed with the grotesque sounds of a life seeping away.

Shoto nodded at his guards, his demeanor betraying little emotion. "Clean the mess and dispose of the body," he ordered, rising from the throne. 

Hawks approached the earl, his eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and concern. "What are you planning to do now, my lord?" he inquired, his tone laced with a sense of anticipation.

Shoto regarded him with a pointed look, his expression unyielding. "We are preparing for war," he declared, his voice carrying a resolute edge. "I won't allow our people to rally behind Touya. The truth of his survival will inevitably surface, that much is certain. So, we'll take the initiative. We'll inform them that my eldest brother, dear as he may be, has chosen to form an alliance with our notorious adversary, Toshinorison. It will serve as a perfect pretext to launch an attack on Hvinverjadalr, and sever the head of my beloved brother for his betrayal."

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[serxinns]

Hello! How are you? :3

So I have two yandere bnha requests ideas you can pick from ^^

The first is yandere platonic bnha with dabi’s twin sister reader who after dabi/touya disappeared left and lived with a couple of relatives and doesn’t talk to endeavor and when she got older she had a daughter who the reader wanted to live a normal life and didn’t want her to get involved with Hero’s or villains but one day while the reader and her daughter were at the park, they ran into todoroki or Dabi how would they react? (So the reader is protective of her daughter)

Or

Yandere platonic tododeku dads who has a daughter who acts like Mabel pines from gravity falls and wears a lot of sweaters

Mabel!Reader who had gems all over her face: look i successful bedazzle my face! *Blinks* ow

One tododeku dads coming right up! Sorry for the wait! I really hope you enjoy!

A/n: Yandere parents with child reader trips have my heart they can be so wholesome and scary at times 〵(^ o ^)〴

You were a strange child for sure ever since birth. You were an outgoing wild child, and your fathers adored it! But you sometimes give them white hair from all the chaoticness you do...

Like the time you went shopping with your daddy (shoto), you spotted a cool-looking grappling hook. Your eyes shined in desire, you were now determined to have this item in your collection of toys. "Daddy, Can I please have that grappling hook? Please, please, please!" Shoto spotted the hook. He wanted to make his little one happy, but he promised his husband Izuku not to overdo it again and stop giving you gifts whenever you asked for them, Shoto couldn't even argue with that he had a bad habit of spoiling you even the paparazzi knew, they once saw him carry bags full of sweaters cause you wanted all of them looking lively and happy but this time it was an instant no from him. "Sweetie, you already have a lot of toys in your room you dont need a grappling hook"

You then began to frown, cheeks puffing up and your eyes swelled up in tears, shoto began to panic he hated seeing you cry especially if it was because of him, guilt was overcoming him one little item wouldn't hurt he thought plus he could try and convince his husband somehow right "alright fine what color" "F/C!" You skipped out of the shop, the employee waving farewell to the both of you while you happily aimed at your grappling hook making "pew pew" sounds

Izuku was busy cleaning the dishes, swaying his hips, and listening to a song he loved. That's when he heard the door click, "We're home!" Shoto, his beloved husband, called out. Izuku dried his hands off and went to happily greet his two favorite people. "Hi, y/n sweetie, and hi, dear!" He kissed you on the cheek and sent a kiss on the lips. "Dad, Dad, look what Papa gave me!" You said, waving at the grappling hook like crazy. The greenette then glared at Shoto. "That's nice, dear," he said with gritted teeth, still shooting a glare at him. "Why don't you go in your room and play with it while I have a little chat with your father?" You nodded going upstairs to try out the new toy leaving your two dad's alone

"a grappling hook?!" Izuku said sternly, "They were giving me the puppy eyes I couldn't resist!" Shoto protested. Izuku sighed, putting his fingers on the bridge of his nose. "I swear I don't know what to do with both of you sometimes," Izuku stated. "I just wanna protect the both of you, and you gave them a dangerous tool!?" Izuku glared once again as Shoto sheepishly laughed, feeling guilty. "I'm sorry dear, it won't happen again, promise." Izuku switched up his disappointed expression to a brighter one and kissed Shoto on the cheek. "Good! If not you'll be sleeping on the couch for a few days.." he said in a serious tone as Shoto gulped

"You so serious all the time..." Shoto whined but also liked this side of him. "You know, since y/n I busy, we can~" he was then cut off by a crazed that came from upstairs. "BULLEYE!" Shoto and Izuku stopped what they were doing and went up the stairs to see if you were hurt but to only see a bunch of broken and fallen stuff that was victim to the grappling hook and you holding it with a sheepish smile on your face "...whoops" izuku can only stare at shoto saying "we're putting strict rules with the grappling hook" causing both you and shoto to groaned

...

One day at school, you decided to bring your grappling hook to school for show and tell. Today, you even wore your best sweater for this day with your favorite hairpin! When you arrived, you saw Misaki, the mean bully in your class, snickering and smirking at the other table while you went to yours, far away from them, with your closest friend. "Hey, Midoriya san!" Misaki said in a mocking tone.

You signed and looked over to Misaki. She had a devious look on her face. "What did you bring for the show in telling another scrapbook?" The two girls started laughing as you glared at them. "I brought something better than our pathetic beauty pageant trophy!" Your friends started laughing while Misaki glared deadly at you but you didn't care you were gonna show her

"Alright class time for show and tell!" Your teacher said she then called each of the students up here, each of them showing all different types of items from their homes or from what they made even your best friend Kirmi (Akatsuki and Ejirou's daughter) showed off his mini version of his dad's costume copying each of his hero phrases you clapped for her as she gave you a high five and it was now your turn "y/n why don't you come up here and show us what you have!" The teacher announced everyone then eyes were on you especially Misaki ready to humiliate you with her snotty friends alongside her

You grabbed your bag and made your way in. "I'm y/n, and in my show and tell is.." you then pulled out your.. grappling hook! Everyone in the room started gasping and marveling at the item, while Misaki's anger fueled seeing the classmates paying attention to you more rather than her 18th trophy "Oh please!" Misaki scoffed Cleary, unimpressed by the whole thing. "I bet you don't know how to use it!" You glared at her "I bet I can!" You then aimed your grappling hook at the yellow paint and shot towards the painting area reeling it back but it reeled too fast making it fly and land on Misaki's head paint completely covering her hair, the class then started laughing as Misaki started crying loudly running out the door to the bathroom followed by her goons while the teacher tried settling everything down

Time skip

It was the end of the day. You ran up to your papa's with a big hug. "Hey sweetie, how's school?" Izuku said. "It was amazing today. We had a show and tell, and I showed them my grappling hook and-" "You brought your grappling hook to school!?" Izuku stated, showing a bit of worry and upset. "y/n, We told you that you shouldn't bring the" "YOU THERE!" Shoto was cut off by an angry black hair woman in a blue dress with green heels dragging Misaki over. "THAT BRAT MADE A FOOL OUT, MY DAUGHTER," she said as she pulled Misaki behind her izuku and shoto were pissed how dare a flith like her called you a angel a brat?

"She started it!" You rolled down your window to defend yourself "I WASNT ASKING YOU BRAT"

"OK lady listen here you don't get to call my kid a Brat ever" Shoto was showing a murderous glare in his eyes while Izuku got in the car with you comforting you she and Shoto were at it until the principal came and broke them up the drive home was silent for a whole "sweetie we told you couldn't bring that," your papa said as tears began to swell your eyes "b-but I didn't mean to promise I didn't mean to throw paint on her I was tryna prove I'm cool" you sniffed as your papa helped wipe the tears off

"But you're already cool. You don't need those kids to prove you're cool; you're the coolest little angel ever!" Shoto softly said, smiling, "Does the coolest kid want to go for ice cream!" You smiled brightly hearing your favorite dessert you were jumping and dancing around in your car seat singing ice cream songs

Their number one priority was you and you only they won't ever let anyone hurt you in that way again maybe they'll be considered convincing the school to expel that bully of yours or better blackmail the mother but that was for another time they're gonna spoil you like it's no tomorrow you were their angel of course!

[venusflytrapm]

Summer Wine - Dabi x Fem!Reader

a/n: I listened to ‘Summer Wine’ By Nancy Sinatra and it just spoke to me on another level. This is my first time posting my writing on here/even writing smut so enjoy eek. 

Warnings: PiV, one nightstand, alcohol consumption (just a drink of whiskey), Touya still has burns in this. Slight mention/alluding to abusive past (touya daddy issues), reader steals from dabi???? Sleeping with someone to steal from them??? Let me know if I'm missing anything.

MDNI 18+ 

W/C: 1.1k

Dabi (Touya) x Fem!Reader 

The wind takes Touya away, once a month. Usually after a raid.

He doesn’t remember the last time he’s seen his family, let alone ate a full meal. When the breeze chills extra heavy, he thinks about where it’ll take him next.

Now he’s just finished a raid, Tomura doesn’t ask where he’s going when the jingle of Touya’s spurs grows more distant. Tomura’s just learned not to ask; the sound is inevitable. And Touya–Dabi, to Tomura–is like an outdoor cat, he’ll always come home. Wherever that may be.

The winds take Touya to a saloon a few towns over, the smell of liquor is heavy as he walks through the doors. He takes a seat at the bar, ignoring the shocked whispers from the bar-goers. He’s grown used to the stares and sounds from others, especially with his charred skin. 

He orders a glass of whiskey and searches his pockets for some cash. He takes a quarter, a dime, and a dollar out before placing the quarter on the bar counter.

He doesn’t say anything when the glass slides down to him, just grabs it and takes a swig. It seems the attention on him has died down, although the sound of whispers doesn’t stop. 

The doors to the saloon swung open again, just like they had before when Touya walked through. 

You were standing there smiling too brightly for the late hour it was. You took a few strides and sat on the stool beside Touya, giving him a grin. 

He raised a brow and went back to brooding in his glass. He couldn’t deny, that you did look awfully pretty in your tight dress with your hair all done up. And by the way the others were looking at you, it was clear you weren’t a regular either. 

“I’ll have whatever he’s having,” You tell the bartender, taking out a quarter from your coin purse. 

Touya huffs a laugh from his nose. “You sure it won’t be too bitter for you, doll?” He looks over at you.

You’re already looking at him, with low-lidded eyes. “I’m sure, Mr…” You trail.

You don’t care what his name is, though. Not really. You’re more interested in those silver spurs, shining bright like promises of something more for yourself. You lean a little closer, brushing your arm against his, making sure he feels the heat between you.

“Jus’ call me Dabi, doll.” He says before taking his final gulp of whiskey. “What gave you the balls to come and sit next to a scary thing like me? Didn’t your daddy ever tell you not to talk to strangers?” 

You smile, an amused look in your eyes. You simply cross your legs and take your glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching in the low light of the bar. “Well, most strangers don’t have spurs like yours.” You chide, taking a slow sip from your glass. 

Touya watches your lips kiss the glass for a long moment before looking down at his boots. The Spurs in question, he’s had since he was just a kid. An expensive pair, pure silver, his father had gotten him. He wonders why he still had them, especially since he’s left part of him in the past. 

“You look like you haven’t seen someone like me in a long time,” You hum. 

He smiles, his burnt skin stretching at the corners of his mouth. “And what might that mean?” 

You brush a stray hair from your shoulder and smile, something sly and knowing. “You just seemed lonely, and there’s a motel down the road.” You slide your hand down the bar and to his arm.

Touya can’t blush, his skin is too charred. But if he could, his cheeks would be red just from your touch alone. He lets out a small shaky breath and puts his hand over yours. “Lead the way, doll.”

And you do.

Maybe it was the liquid courage that made you both so reckless, stumbling into a vacant room at the motel after stealing a room key. Or maybe it was because Touya hadn’t felt the touch of a pretty thing in god knows how long. 

It didn’t matter now. no not when his hands were undoing your lowcut dress, letting it fall to the floor. In no time was he kicking off his boots with the same spurs you had complimented before. 

You sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread as you leaned back on your elbows. “Come, let me give you my summer wine.” You whispered. 

Touya’s just a man after all. His pants hit the floor and he stepped forward, taking you in a deep kiss. The taste of the bitter whiskey on both your tongues as they danced. 

The sounds he was making spurred you on even more, especially when his hands gripped your hips. You smiled against his lips and laid on your back. He tugged you closer by your hips, grinning down at your soft form. His hands spread your legs further if it was even possible, and he presses his cock against your wet slit. 

He revels in the way your eyes bulge when he pushes into your tight heat with no prep. And the moan he lets out is almost guttural. 

It isn’t long before the cheap motel bed is shaking, Touya’s sounds filling the room. It’s almost agonizing how your nails dig into his back, clawing for mercy as he thrusts into your core. 

He takes a handful of your tit, molding and squeezing the mound in his hold. You writhe beneath him, arching your back to every pound he gives between your legs. 

Touya’s head starts to feel hazy after he reaches his orgasm, his hips stutter and he doesn’t even ask if you’ve reached that same bliss. He feels a few movements from your end and then he’s off to sleep. 

The next morning, the sun is gleaming through the motel window, hitting Touya’s face. He let out a groan and clenched his head in his hands. The bed he was lying in felt emptier than it had the night before, not that he could remember much, and he reached over to feel the empty space.

Scents of strawberries lingered in the sheets, the smell flooded his mind with the memories from the night before. He knew you weren’t coming back. 

He grabs his shirt, pulls it over his head, and then reaches for his pants. His dollar and dime are missing but that doesn’t bother him.

He then tugs on his boots. And notices his silver spurs, the ones he thought got him so lucky in the first place, are gone. 

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