Aleight Let Me Stretch My Hands Before I Get Back To Making Chapters For OMGR On Quotev... (It's Tiring

Aleight let me stretch my hands before I get back to making chapters for OMGR on Quotev... (It's tiring I need long breaks okay)

Pairing: Touya Todoroki (Dabi) x F!Reader

Sorry if it's ass (it is) I frankly had a brain fart and it ended up on Tumblr. At half past 12 AM.

Also, I use my quirk idea for this, it's not monoma's or anything, but it's barely mentioned and happens to be similar in that concept.

Warnings: (My best canon-ish) Dabi, violence, gore-y, cursing, pregnancy, BABIES, y'all married, suggestive, unsuccessful escape? idk i'm bad at this.

It seemed like just yesterday when you met him. You had never expected that you'd end up... This way with a dead man walking. Except you knew better than that.

All that led up to this moment was your own doing. Because OBVIOUSLY when you're nice to the villain for too long they're bound to feel something for you in their of sick and twisted way.

You single-handedly (and whilst you're proud this is the level of control you can have over someone) became his emotional support system and you can hardly believe just how emotionally needy this guy got. Of course, he's traumatized, you really could've figured. You're better than this. You prided yourself in your ability to read people, where was it when you needed it? But it was too late anyway. Well, that's what you told yourself, but currently, you're on a train with two little (11 months old and 23 months old) bundles of joy. Because to be frank, this might've been the best thing you got out of that husk of a man. And worst of all, you actually loved... Or still love him. Where was your red flag alarm? It's should've been blaring. What were you thinking, letting this man of ALL others knock you up? Maybe the fact you had no game and he was genuinely attractive, even if by society's standard his appearance might've been off-putting and to put it plainly; ugly. But you always thought you judged based on personality. Where was that when you took that dude to your house and patched up despite his aggressive insistence that 'he was fine'?

Now you blankly stared at your left ring finger. Yeah. It got so bad you ACTUALLY married him. It was hard. The one that approved the papers died a few days later, to make sure the secret didn't get out, and you felt responsible for that death. If you never got to that point with Touya, he wouldn't have killed that man. The ring was an actual diamond, embedded in silvery titanium. Every time Touya came over you could proudly say he wore it everywhere, and those two materials were the only ones strong enough to withstand his flames. Of course, they were stolen. With his elaborate planning, he made a request through phone for the jeweler to create them and later on he robbed him. Another thing you felt responsible for.

And the other glaringly obvious fact. Your buldged stomach. Really, it took you getting knocked up three times for you to finally call it quits. You could never blame the kids, they're your miracles, from someone you love.

You easily realized that it wouldn't be this easy, but you took the chance anyway. Ever since the war, and when you... Borrowed a certain child's quirk, you've restored him to a moderately healthy state. As far as you remember him. That quirk was draining, and you're lucky you managed to use it that expertly in such a drastic measure. How that man wasn't dead? Honestly, you think he's just fueled by raw hatred.

He was ready to leave you with two kids of his own just to enact a revenge on a man who's not worth his time in the end.

He's still not satisfied. He'd do it again just to see Endeavor crumble like a jenga (lol). He's still thirsting for revenge, and you're just... On the side, for him to come to whenever he needs a reminder he's still human and has human needs that you're supposed to cater to.

Your phone has been on silent for the past hour that you've been on this train.

Your hand twitches as you reach inside your bag and pull it out with a gulp.

Your eyes are met with a barrage of messages, some calm at first (as calm as he can be) and slowly spiraling the longer you leave him unanswered. You count at least 17 missed calls. The last message you read on the pop up window reads as follows:

I will find you.

Of course that's the best he could come up with.

You chalked it up as clinginess but after you found out about his identity, it all made sense. He's transfered his need for (his father's) attention onto you. And like the dumbass you are you fed into the idea since he was cold and distant at best in the first year or two. You really thought it was progress.

How do you unfuck-up a fucked up man? You illogical bufoon. You absolute candlestick.

You sight out sharply. At least Shin'ya and Ryuu are two calms boys. They've been nothing short of angels whilst you have a mental breakdown. Can you even call it that? You're not even crying.

Was it all a mistake? Should you have just sat still in your apartment that you haven't even emptied properly? At least you would've avoided his wrath. In no way would it be abusive, no no, he was better than his father after all. Or so he claimed.

You close your eyes. Tommorrow is another day.

Three days.

It took three days, nights included. On the morning of the fourth day you woke up with a blaring alarm on the staircase of your apartment complex. Screaming and cries. Smoke getting through the cracks in the door, and the horrible stench of people burning alive.

The cries of your children.

You move and instinct and take whatever you can, quickly collecting your fussing boys and about to somehow leave through the damn window. Fourth floor window? So what?

Except your burning door cracks open. In comes a familiar figure.

"You know how to hide well. I'm not surprised."

You still. The blue flames roar in the frame of your door but never enter or spread past it.

You face it, it was game over in that moment. You face him.

The same face you remember. Cold, uninterested, narrowed gaze looming down at you, hands in the pockets of his black, altered duster jacket. Typical white T-shirt, usual pants, the same black platforms you just loved to see back in the day. You thought it gave him flair. Still do.

"What? Nothing to say? I should've expected, considering you didn't bother to text me either."

He leaned down, attentively staring down at you soothing his two boys by bouncing them up and down unconciously who quickly calmed, being together once again.

"Had you not had my two... Sorry, three brats, I might've even let it slide. Unfortunately for you, that's just not the case."

His hand snaked slowly around you. First at your hip, then up... And up... And up until he had a firm hold on your shoulder.

"Be a good girl and come with me without trouble, won't you? Look at what you've made me do already. Surely you don't want anyone else to suffer just because you felt rebellious."

He exhales softly, and you pick up on it, because that's what got you here in the first place. Your stupid attentivness to him and listening like the good person you are.

Your head tilts to the left as he leans lower and places a chaste kiss on your neck.

Was that it? Was your plan to just get that loving side of him to chase you so you wouldn't feel used? And lose all these people in the process?

Because you couldn't deny, he's never treated you wrong, but it never felt like love. Perhaps he really meant all his claims to be unable to feel anything anymore. And you had to be delusional and challenge that notion.

'I can fix him' my ass.

"Believe it or not, I missed you."

His kisses continued to trail up your neck until right under your jaw, and you cherished the drag of his partially textured lips.

"Fuck. I missed you."

He sighed against your neck once more.

There's just no escaping him is there? Not after you're the closest thing he has to the love that he craved.

Worst of all, you're pretty sure he's got it, because you still love him. Still. Do.

In just under a day, everything you moved to that burnt complex was back in your old one. Like you were on a quick trip, untouched.

Or so you thought.

Your bedroom and the nursery were in shambles. Your clothes were everywhere and some were in an... Interesting state. You looked at Touya.

"What? I said it before and I won't again."

He gave you the cold shoulder after that. Right. He missed you.

You settled on the bed, having laid Shin'ya and Ryuu for a nap (that pregnant you could also use). Sifting through the clothes, you deemed half of them in dire need of a washing machine.

He walked up to you, boots clicking against the floor. You were face to face with his waist, so you looked up.

"Really? No thank you or anything? I would say a punishment would be in order, but i'm no pig. I'll let you off with a warning this time. I won't be so nice next time, Y/n. Mark my words."

He settled both his hands on either side of you, so you lean back and prop yourself on your hands.

"You're lucky I fucking love you."

He sealed the claim with a kiss and slowly pushed you flat against your comfortable bed.

It it love? Is it obsession? Somehow you... Can't bring yourself to complain either way.

That night you were lucky you were already pregnant.

Ehe lmao this was so ass i'm gonna go jump off a bridge and kms I swear, so bad I can't even bring myself to read it.

human heater

[ID: A white and black drawing of Dabi and Shigaraki from My Hero Academia laying down together. They are both wearing large and comfortable t-shirts. The drawing cuts off above Dabi's legs, but Shigarakis are shown wearing shorts and seem to be curled around Dabi. Their arms are wrapped around each other.

Dabi is grinning softly and looking down at Shigaraki, who is tucked under his chin. Shigaraki looks tired and comfortable.

Dabi says, "Awfully cuddly when you're sick"

Shigaraki responds with, "...Shut up. I'm just cold."

End ID]

by mhadescribed

— heavenly.

— cigarettes after sex with Touya Todoroki.

♪ inspired by the song heavenly by cigarettes after sex ♪

lup. dup. lup. dup. the rhythm of his steady humming heartbeat cradled my ears. i was nestled in between his legs, back leaned against his firm toned chest. his one hand gently played with my fingertips, occasionally his own black painted nails coming into view, tracing patterns onto my palm. it almost felt as though he was trying to memorize every mound and curve and line. the other hand barely held the cigarette as it loosely hung between his long pale fingers.

the scent of his musky cologne and nicotine had consumed your senses, a light soothing hum buzzing in your head. you loved the way it overpowered the endless train of negative thoughts that had taken a liking to you. you blinked when the song shifted. despite them all sounding quite similar, this one was probably your favourite. you smiled warmly, nestling your head against the crook of his neck, getting more comfortable. he somehow managed to hug you even closer, despite his hands being occupied.

this was probably your second favourite thing about lovemaking with Touya. after the lovemaking, of course. both of you basking in the pure afterglow, smoking while listening to your cigarettes after sex playlist on repeat to the both of your heart's content. you gently tapped your toes against the cool marble surface, enjoying the music's slow beats. he lit another cigarette for you, gently lifting it to your lips. no words were exchanged as you simply kissed his jaw as a 'thank you' , fingers brushing against his, taking the cigarette. he hummed in response, warm, sweet and deep like pouring honey.

his fingers finally came to a halt as he intertwined them with yours. his silver rings gleaming despite the darkness as he then wrapped that arm around your waist, resting it against the bump under your tummy. the familiar yet dreamy smell of your shampoo and lotion clouded his mind as he subconsciously gave your hand a squeeze. he kissed your neck tenderly as you inhaled the nicotine and sighed at the smoothness that now once again flooded through your system. the smoke left your slightly dry lips and turned into pretty picturesque wisps before disappearing into the monsoon air.

the thunder rolling outside was faded into the hazy background, yet still completely comforted you to the core. there was little to no rain but the sky was a deep shade of grey. it was just the way he liked it. and at this point, you did too. the glass window felt pleasantly cold against your knee that rested against it. from the way the trees swayed violently with the wind, it must've been quite windy. it almost made you want to go out and feel it on your skin. almost. you wouldn't trade the world for what you were in right now. an asteroid would crash against the earth and you wouldn't spare a glance in it's direction. nothing could compare to this. just the two of you, and the purring of your cat, who was in deep slumber against your thigh.

this was your safe space. he was your safe space. your one and only home. where you've always belonged. your own little heaven.

“Bad boy who’s always good to his girl—”

Is very much how I view Touya in like a College!AU.

* Like he either despises or is apathetic to almost everything. 99.9% of people aren’t worth his time, existing power structures are corrupt and can suck his d!ck, society as a whole is the fucking worst.

* But to you? Devoted. Unashamedly. Just fully ready to flip someone the bird and walk away mid-sentence just because you finally showed up to the party.

* And like who’s gonna be stupid enough to make fun of how head over heels he is for you? Of Todoroki Touya?? Do they have a death wish??

* And we all know Touya has definitely started fights over you—he’s stepping back into the dorm lobby after a smoke break and some dude’s making you uncomfortable while you’re trying to fucking study… Our man is throwing punches first and asking questions second. Must’ve been a freshman, because pretty much everyone on campus knows who you belong to. 🤷🏼

* Touya definitely has your name somewhere in his sprawling tattoos and never fucking dreamed of getting a second helmet for his motorcycle until he met you.

* When he did meet you at a party, he knew within the hour that you were gonna be his. Never before in his life has he had trouble making up his mind, wasn’t gonna start now. Before you left with your friends, he’d told you to be ready for him to pick you up tomorrow night.

* Now, you’ve been dating for a while and he has no qualms about doting on you in public. He’s still stoic and expressionless as hell, but he’ll run his hand through your hair while you’re sitting at the coffee bar or press a soft kiss to your temple when you’re posted up in a corner of the library.

* Someone who had a bone to pick with him was stupid enough to crack a joke about how whipped he must be to act like this just for some pūssy… Touya came back 10 minutes later, courteously using his white shirt to wipe his bloody knuckles clean so he could go back to tracing patterns on your skin with the hand slung over your shoulder.

* As for a stunt that mysteriously never got pinned on anyone— There was one time, you were freaking out about an exam with a huge class % that you somehow forgot to study for. Well, it seems odd that the sprinkler system went off for the whole building for no discernible reason… You never asked him about it, just wrapped your arms around his waist that evening and whispered a quiet “Thank you” into his chest. His response was a noncommittal grunt and a tight squeeze before he pulled you into his room and locked the door for the night.

* He’s always painted his nails blue or black, but now he lets you choose the color and do it for him, while he’s just leaning over the cafeteria table and flipping through a text book.

* At some point, you have a few more drinks than usual at a party and when he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, you try to push him away, saying, “I already have a boyfriend, asshole—” before realizing it’s him and it’s the first time you ever hear him laugh laugh. Fast forward to when you’re back at your dorm, he’s going down on you for a whole hour. You thought that, after one o, he was gonna be done—but when you pushed him back a little to change positions, he swatted your hand away and growled that he wasn’t done eating yet. You’d just been such a good girl for him, knowing who you belonged to. You deserved a reward, of course.

* This man’s always touching you in some capacity—holding your hand, slinging his arm around your waist or over your shoulders, pulling you into his lap every chance he gets.

* You have a surplus of little gifts he gets you just because—knows you like crystals so he’ll just procure one from his pocket once in a while on a day when you’re really stressed. Not that you’ve ever asked him for one, or for the snacks he brings over when you’re finally done with your midterms. Even specialty items. Say you’re into something like dragons or (ironically) certain anime characters. Well, occasionally you’ll find tiny figurines or charm bracelets with them on it, just mysteriously left in your room. Eventually you have little collections and the corner of his lip twitches upward watching you fawn over each new gift (and then over him next).

* Any gallery installation or stage performance or capstone project or thesis defense— This man is sitting silently in the rows, wearing the proudest (albeit very small) smile the whole time.

* In turn, being someone who didn’t get enough attention/affection at home—when you get him something for no reason, or pull him tight to your side during movie night, or card your fingers through his hair with his head on your lap, or embarrassingly whoop and holler just because he got some kind of good news… You can see this man just melt for you. No one else would catch it, but his eyes soften and he huffs out a small sigh that even you can barely hear.

* Even worse, when he’s sure you’re too busy furiously thumbing through a stack of books for a research paper or too wrapped up scouring your annotated essay for errors to notice… he just basks in you. Looks at you like you’ve hung the moon and the stars in the sky. So, you’re always caught off guard when he suddenly swings you over to straddle his lap and buries his face in your neck and stays there. You’re laughing and squirming, trying to get back to—something really important, babe—but he won’t let up and you inevitably have to just let him press languid kisses (and leave a hickey or two) along your collarbone until he’s satisfied. And THEN you can go back to what you were doing. (You make sure never to tell him it helps calm and refocus you. Lose your ability to fake complain about it? Not a chance.)

* He loves it when you play with his earrings or necklaces or rings when you’re curled up on the couch, just chatting. Makes his chest tight for some reason. Feels good. As for you, you love feeling his snakebites and tongue piercing when you kiss him—your brain short-circuits for a second everytime.

* Long story long, the resident bad boy on campus is smitten with you… And the rest of the world can go fuck itself.

(I have so many more College!Touya hcs—lemme know if y’all want some!)

Finally, I’ve got some time to share this beautiful comic drawn by my super talented @explosion-island 🌟

For a bit of context, the story takes place in the Altered MHA AU that I created with my best girl @crystalwolfblog In this AU, a rehabilitated Touya runs a car workshop with his wife, Asuki. Their eldest, Takaya, often stops by after his hero course to hang out (and occasionally bother his parents), while their youngest, Nootka, sometimes spends time at the workshop with when she's not attending the kindergarten. This time, uncle Shigaraki - who's also been rehabilitated and lives with Touya’s family - decides to lend a hand at the workshop… though, of course, with some minor complications 🤭

Bakugo, sleeping until his phone rings: The fu-

Bakugo, picks up the phone: You better be fu*king dying, nerd.

Izuku, drunk: H-Hey Kacchan, w-what are you doing?

Bakugo: Are you drunk? I’m asleep, you idiot!

Izuku: Oh, that-uh, that sounds right. What are you-what are you doing?

Bakugo:…I just told you.

Izuku: A-Ah, yeah, sleeping, sweet sweet Kacchan. H-Hey! This song made me think of you-

Todoroki, drunk in the background: I told you not to call him!

Izuku: It’s not him, you big bully! *whispers* He-He told me not to call you…So, w-what are you doing?

Bakugo: Oh, for the love of God.