Gives Him A Creature To Love And Take Care Of. Yknow. As A Treat.

gives him a creature to love and take care of. yknow. as a treat.

(close ups under the cut)

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 🤭

Ghost boyfriend who pushes his fingers inside your pussy as you watch TV with your friends. You try to hide it and excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. He pushes his dick inside of your dripping pussy as soon as you close the door, making you bite down on your panties, licking your own juices. He comes inside of you and puts your panties back on, completely ruined. You have to spend the rest of the night with filthy panties and his cum slowly dripping out. Face red, pussy wet.

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.

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.

mhm