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I refuse to spend more time on this, his jacket is so ugly

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more dabi texts because I miss my husband so badly rn

TAGS/WARNINGS: this fic will contain DARK CONTENT. MINORS DNI. AGELESS BLOGS DNI. reader and touya are childhood friends, kidnapping, reader does not consent to what touya’s doing, possessive/obsessive behavior, one-sided pain kink, no sex, no aftercare, hurt/no comfort,  this takes place after dabi broadcasts that he’s a todoroki, touya burns reader in multiple places, touya burns your clothes off, this is seriously fucked up content, this is not intended to be sexy or hot or anything like that, it’s literally just fully DARK CONTENT GENRE: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT SUMMARY: touya intends to make you his—permanently. WORD COUNT: 1.4K 🦊’s A/N: whoa….. god help us all. this is my first seriously dark fic here and there will be plenty more to cum 💦

     “now—don’t be like that, doll,” dabi scolds you as he finishes tying off the rope at your ankles. currently, you were laying face down against the mattress, limbs pulled apart spread eagle style, blindfolded and terrified.

     when you were on your way home earlier tonight, you weren’t exactly expecting to be kidnapped in broad daylight. maybe it was your fault for taking that shortcut through that shadyass alley…. goddammit. now, you had no one to blame but your own dumb ass.

     what you weren’t aware of, however, was the fact that touya had been stalking you for weeks now—waiting for the perfect time to snatch you up. you see, he’d always had a bit of a crush on you since you were always there for him when you were children, someone whom he actively sought solace in. so, now that you were both adults and his feelings had time to simmer and intensify, he found himself thinking about you obsessively—he thought of you as something he just had to have; something akin to a doll he had to mark as his. and that’s exactly what he’d do.

     “please…. let me go!” you cry, tears dampening the cloth obstructing your vision. “i— i have — have to get home! i have people waiting for me!” you lie, wiggling around on the bed.

     he had taken you to some abandoned home—the family already dead and gone weeks ago, as touya had been planning this exact scenario for months now. and he finally has you exactly where he’s dreamt you’d be: struggling beneath him as he marks you as his permanently. 

     “that’s a lie and we both know that, sweets,” he spits out. “‘ve been watchin’ you for a while now, y’know…” suddenly his lips are right next to your ear, hot breath fanning over the shell of it as a chill runs down your spine. 

     “but, i’ll tell ya what: if y’can guess who i am, i’ll let you go free. sound good?” he proposes, meaning his words—he knows you’ll come crawling back to him once he’s through with you. you wouldn’t have any other choice, really!

     that being said, he activates his quirk on his hand and sets flame to the button down shirt you wore, and as a result, your bra as well, making you cry out painfully as the overwhelming heat consumes your upper body for a few long moments. …and then just like that, it’s gone and you’re left in just the stupid skirt you’d decided to wear today and your panties.

     now, with his quirk active on just his index finger, he brings it down to your naked lower back where he begins to spell out his name—his real name. 

     he did it tortuously slowly, though. taking his sweet time to make sure you could feel the stroke of each letter so that there would be no mistaking who he was.

     T…

     it’s all you can do to scream and bite down on the pillow by your head. the heat was beyond blistering, and you think you might pass out as he agonizingly traces the letters of his name.

     O…

     “jesus christ, owow–OW—OW–! fuck!” you scream-sob, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks from the searing pain as he mockingly praises you for being so brave. 

     U…

     suddenly, the realization of who he might be clicks amidst the pain, and it’s all you can do to cry; “t–touya!? b–but why?” 

     he doesn’t stop writing as he grins so widely, he pops a couple staples—the ones closest to his mouth—and continues spelling out his name before deciding to answer you.

     Y… A…

     perfect….. his handwriting wasn’t exactly the best, but it was undoubtedly his. just like you were.

     the last you’d seen him was on the news when he dropped the metaphorical bomb that was him being the eldest todoroki sibling. and before that? the night he supposedly “died.” so, not only was finding out he’s been alive this whole time a slap in the face, but now he has the audacity to kidnap and brand you? like you’re a piece of property!?

     “why?” he rasps out. “it’s pretty simple, really. …because you’re the only one who understands me—”

      “n–no! t– touya, this isn’t—” isn’t what? this isn’t him? this isn’t right? the touya you were once familiar with perished long ago and so had his morals.

     his hand comes down to strike against your ass with an awful, burning force, and you swear there’s an immediate handprint that forms. 

     your back arches instinctively, forcing your stomach firmly against the mattress, in attempt to escape his blazing touch, but touya doesn’t give you time to recover before he’s bringing the same hand down again, with just as much force and firepower as before, and you yelp loudly as you squirm against your restraints.

     “pl– please–! why me?”

     “i just told you—don’t tell me your memory’s that bad?” he quirks a brow up at 

      it’s true that you’d had a crush on the man now known as dabi back in your youth, but that crush died when touya did, forcing you to mourn both him and the feelings you harbored towards him. and now he comes back from the dead like nothing? did he even try to seek you out in all this time? 

     he had, actually, at multiple points; little “check ins”of sorts, if you will. observing from a distance, too scared to reach out.

     “n–no! ‘s’not! i just—! ow! fuck! touya, please!” 

     “you what?” he snaps, spanking your other asscheek this time.

     “fuck! ow–! touya, please! please!”

     his hand comes down again, harder and hotter than before and you bite your tongue so hard it starts to bleed, filling your mouth with an almost sickening coppery taste. rather than swallow it, you spit it out onto the bed, as far away from your face as you can manage, and touya laughs at the pathetic sight. 

     “you poor thing,” he coos mockingly. “maybe i should’ve given you something to bite down on—...oh well, it’s too late now,” he laughs cruelly as another idea comes to mind. next, he thinks he’ll carve the characters of his name into your back, rather than just the romaji writing, and right between your shoulder blades at that. 

     “t–tou—touya, i—” you swallow thickly, unable to think of anything but the pain, or if you’d ever get to go home again after this. part of you almost wishes he would just kill you so you wouldn’t have to live with this mark of him for the remainder of your life.  

     “you—” he cuts you off, “are not going to like what happens next.” there’s an inflection of sorts in his voice—he sounds… like he found humor in his own words, like whatever was about to happen next would be funny. 

     he sets flame to his pointer finger again and brings the searing digit down against your flesh, and the smell that arises as he carefully takes his time with each stroke of the characters needed to spell his name—even going as far as to use his former surname todoroki in the spelling, just to make it that much more agonizing for you.

     轟。。。

     you wail and bite onto the pillow, staining it with your blood, as touya burns your flesh for his own entertainment.

     燈。。。

     矢。。。

     there. now he could be done with you until you inevitably decided to seek him out—too embarrassed and full of shame to continue living amongst normal citizens; after all, being branded by a well-known villain and then being set free into society like it never even happened is sure to take a toll on one’s mind. 

     what are you gonna do? call the police? tell a pro? show them your new scars as evidence? the idea is laughable. 

     “there—we’re all done,” he says, leaning over your trembling form to burn the ropes binding your trembling form to the bed, quickly followed by the ones tied around your ankles. “i’m a man of my word, so you’re free to go,” he says with a deviant, slightly crooked smirk. 

     rather than immediately booking it, you curl up tightly into a ball as your body’s wracked with heavy, heaving sobs, processing the physical and mental pain as touya just chuckles at your pathetic self, getting up from the bed and putting his hands in his pockets.

     “well, see ya around,” he says, walking off as if he didn’t have a care in the world, leaving you to cope with your situation and what happens next.

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Keigo: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Touya: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

ASHES FIRST PT 2

Dabi x Hero!Reader

NSFW, breeding kink, post-orgasm overstimulation, mild dubcon, power imbalance, restraint, Dabi being rough, 18+ ONLY

You expected him to pull out.

He didn’t.

Instead, he rocked into you again—slow, almost teasing now, even as your body spasmed around him, spent and slick.

“W-what—” you gasped. “Dabi, you—fuck, stop—”

He laughed, low and cruel. “Stop? Oh no, sweetheart. We’re just getting started.”

Your eyes widened as he rutted back into you, cum still dripping out around his cock as he pushed deeper, harder. The overstimulation hit fast—your nerves already raw, your clit throbbing from release. You tried to squirm away, but the restraints held, and Dabi’s grip on your hips turned bruising.

“Look at you,” he said, voice rough. “Shaking like a bitch in heat. I can feel your cunt sucking me in like it wants more.”

“N-no—” your voice cracked, your back arching, “Dabi, I can’t—”

He cut you off with a sharp thrust that knocked the breath out of your lungs. “Yes, you fucking can. You’ll take every drop until it sticks.”

Your second orgasm hit you too fast—white-hot and brutal. Your body betrayed you completely, back arching as you came again around him, sobbing from the sheer force of it.

But Dabi didn’t stop. If anything, he sped up.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he growled, fucking you harder, relentless. “Squeeze me like that again. Milk every last drop outta me. You think I won’t fill you a second time?”

You were a mess—sweat-slicked, tied up, legs spread and twitching while his cock kept pounding into your overstimulated core. His cum was already leaking down your thighs, and he was still going, chasing another release like he needed it.

“You feel that?” he breathed, pressing a hand low against your belly. “That’s me, so fucking deep inside you. Gonna keep cumming in this tight little hole until it takes.”

Your mind was breaking—every thrust setting your nerves on fire, every filthy word sinking under your skin. Your body was too sensitive, too full, but your hips kept moving, chasing more without thinking.

“Fuck, I can’t—” you whimpered.

“Yes, you can,” he hissed. “You will. You’re mine now. Gonna breed you until your body forgets who you used to be.”

He slammed into you one last time and came again—hot, thick, and endless—his cum spilling into you in waves. You swore you could feel it in your gut, filling every inch, leaking out even as he stayed buried, grinding slow.

Your legs wouldn’t stop shaking. Your brain was fogged with the aftermath, your body slick and raw and owned.

Dabi didn’t move for a long moment.

Then—“Hope you’re ready for round three, sweetheart. Because I’m not pulling out ‘til I see your belly swell.”

merry yaoimas

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So I just finished this and decided to upload it cause I love Touya too much 😅💞 ty for likes 'n' reblogs guys 🥹

Literally anything Touya smau 👀 I'm a crack addict with him I'm sorry 😭😭

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im gonna use this as my opportunity to make frat boy touya since he wasn't in the other lineup HEHEH

owe me one // touya todoroki

Why do stupid english letters look so boring like russian and arabic look so cool then normal letters

like i can write ine a russian and i can look so cool like что ты имеешь в виду, я не могу использовать перевод? LOOK BRO honestly smash every russians i see