Myher0myher0 - Dabi’s Left Cheek Staples

008. CARNATIONS

Endeavor's privilege of ever stepping foot in the same room as Touya had been rightfully revoked for the next four months. And after that time was up, Touya's state would be reevaluated to determine if Endeavor would ever be allowed to see or speak to him again.

The weeks after the incident consisted of multiple surgeries. His burns, thankfully, were not as bad as they had once been.

You're not sitting in your usual spot. You're sitting on Touya's bed today—criss crossed as he sat right beside you. A chilling breeze blew through the room, sending the curtains fluttering as you shiver. You reach up and pull the window close, locking it.

Right now, you're teaching Touya how to make paper snowflakes. There was glitter, markers, and stray scraps of paper everywhere. Touya's eyes are narrowed in concentration as he watched you angle your scissors, your gentle tone giving him step by step instructions on how to cut out the necessary shapes and folds

"Okay...we overlap and cut the triangle in the corner over here, Touya." You mumble, tongue poked out just the slightest bit in concentration as you cut with every ounce of attention and care you could give. Touya's eyes flickered between his sheet of paper and back to yours, his hands near trembling as he struggled to create the same cuts in the paper you made with ease.

After an agonizing ten minutes, you're unfolding your paper to reveal a pretty snowflake. Touya watches the way your eyes gleam with pride as you hold it up for him. It was elegant with clean cuts on each corner, obviously made by someone who knew what they were doing. Hesitantly, Touya unfolds his own paper before staring down at the monstrosity in his lap blankly

"This is the ugliest fucking thing I've ever laid eyes on, Y/n." Touya mumbles dryly, holding up his snowflake with so much distaste in his expression that you can't even hold back your laugh

Touya catches the smile tugging at your lips, and he can't even be mad. He can't blame you for his snowflake turning out so messed up. Every time you were voicing the directions for him, he was too busy looking at your face instead of paying attention to his snowflake. But it's not his fault! You were so engrossed in cutting, and he had the perfect opportunity to stare at you as openly and shamelessly as he wanted to without you noticing.

"Touya, I'm not quite sure what to say. I mean—it's very...unique!" You voice, trying to contain your smile as you smooth out the crinkled edges of his paper

"Yeah, yeah..." He mumbles, staring at you quietly as you try to fix his snowflake—if you could even call it one. He's snapped out of his trance when you place your hand over his and grab the scissors, guiding his movements to make minor incisions into the paper

"We can cut these parts off to fix the shape..." You whisper, concentration lining every single one of your features as you snip away

The day Touya allowed you to physically hold him for the first time was when the invisible boundary between the two of you had been erased. He lets you touch him now—hold him and comfort him when some nights are harder than others.

Your hand is a lot smaller than his. He could cup the entirety of it in his palm alone if he wanted to. Your slender fingers curl around his rougher and larger ones along with the scissors, and you feel soft against his skin.

You take your warmth with you when you pull your hand away, excitedly waiting for Touya to unfold the new snowflake as you smile. He unfolds it with his own grin, which widens a bit when he sees the finished product.

It was a little wonky, and maybe some edges were torn from Touya's fingertips pressing into them too hard—but the two of you had made it together, so it was perfect in Touya's eyes.

"Let's tape them onto the window!" You chirp, quickly hopping off of the bed as Touya follows behind you. You quickly tear a piece of tape off and hand it to Touya. He tapes his snowflake high on the window. The snow outside the hospital fell softly. There were strong gusts of wind that carried the falling snowflakes and had them dancing and swirling through the air

Touya watched you stand on your tippy toes—trying to get your snowflake as high as his. Carefully, he grabs your wrist and uses his other hand to pry the snowflake out of your grip before he grabs the tape and secures it right beside his on the window

You blink a bit in surprise when he does this, before smiling softly to yourself as he carefully taped it

After they're hung, the two of you step back to admire your work. There's hundred of snowflakes littering the window on the other side of the glass. You and Touya's much larger snowflakes fit like puzzle pieces amongst the mass of the much smaller ones

"I think we did an excellent job, Touya!" You grin, tucking your hand into a fist as you rest your chin on it. Touya merely hums in response, watching your eyes shine with satisfaction before you turn around, hands moving to rest on your hips.

"All right...now it's clean up time." You pout, eyes raking over all of the arts and crafts scaling the room as Touya nods with a grunt, already beginning to pick up the scraps of paper that were on his bed

You both work in peaceful silence, working efficiently and maneuvering around each other easily as you clean. How the two of you managed to make such a mess in just barely over an hour is beyond you. But cleaning up with Touya is calming. The whole feeling is simply domestic—and you feel silly trying to imagine you and Touya in a different environment besides the hospital

Maybe...maybe he'd enjoy doing little crafts and activities like this in your living room with you. You quickly shake away the thought, embarrassed with yourself as you sneak a quick glance towards Touya—who was screwing the lid back onto a small bottle of glue that laid on his side table

You sigh quietly enough so he doesn't hear, mentally scolding yourself for allowing your feelings to peak through once again. Your heart wasn't your priority, Touya's heart was. It didn't matter what you wanted, what he needed was more important.

Once you toss the remaining scraps into the dust bin, you see Touya already sitting on the edge of his bed idly. His long legs are stretched out in front of him comfortably as he tilts his head at you, a hint of curiosity in his eyes

"What'cha thinking about?"

Touya was extremely attentive. Most patients struggled to pick up on small cues or even notice the little things. They were usually up in their own world and rarely ever focused on the people around them

Touya was the exact opposite. He managed to catch every shift in your expression and pinpoint the exact moment your mood changes. Which unfortunately, was not a good thing for you. You had a pretty bad poker face—that was something Touya had learned pretty quickly.

"Oh! Uh—I was thinking that maybe we could, uh, play a board game?"

Touya smirks a bit when you fumble with your words. He nods with a hum, knowing well you were lying but deciding he'd let you get away with it this time

You send him a flustered nod, quickly exiting the room and clicking the door close a little too fast, leaving Touya alone with his thoughts.

You take a steadying breath as you board the elevator, pressing the first floor button as you tap your foot against the tiled floor. You allow your back to rest against the wall as you squeeze your eyes shut, letting out a groan of embarrassment.

Exiting the elevator with a pout and eyes glued to the floor, you don't even notice your supervisor scrambling towards you with a frantic look in her eyes as she desperately tries to warn you. Unfortunately, you don't hear her until it's too late—the Todorokis reach you before she does

"Y/n," Shoto calls out to you, a tinge of relief in his tone at the sight of you as you whip around to meet his voice in surprise

Beside Shoto stood Natsuo, Fuyumi, and Rei Todoroki. You freeze in place, slowly meeting their curious gazes with parted lips

This was very unexpected. You're at a loss of words for a moment as you let their presence solidify in your mind—the gears shifting in your head when you see the scars carved onto each one of their faces

Rei watched you with round and attentive eyes, and you finally swallow the lump in your throat as you approach the family

"I am so sorry—I—wow."

Rei smiles kindly at you, but Fuyumi is the one to step forward and speak up

"Hello Y/n, I'm Fuyumi—Shoto's older sister! I'm sure he's told you about us, right?" She questions with a nervous laugh, sending Shoto a weary glance as the teenage boy stares back blankly, not catching on

You smile at Shoto's obliviousness, nodding your head quickly. Fuyumi smiles before they all bow in greeting the same way Shoto did whenever he'd meet you—you should've known the rest of the family would be just as traditional as him, and you quickly bow in respect to match their greeting before gesturing your head towards the hall

"I'm guessing you're all here to discuss something important. Let's go to my office, please."

Your office is cozy. Various plants are scattered all over and lamps hang low from the ceiling, casting the small room in a warm glow—the atmosphere was welcoming and seemed to put everyone at ease the moment they stepped in. It was a much welcomed change compared to the harsh white lights in the hospital's waiting area.

"We want to start off by apologizing for my father's actions. He was being stupid. Again. We've all spoken to him about what happened, and he hoped we would tell you he is truly sorry." Shoto starts, his voice heavy with truth and guilt. Rei watched you intently as her youngest son spoke, wanting to see your reaction.

"I understand, Shoto. Thank you." You reply softly as Shoto glances towards his siblings and mother before leaning back onto the couch. It's Natsuo who speaks up next.

"I know we haven't spoken in person before, Y/n. But I just...I wanted to thank you. Shoto's told me all you've done for my brother—Touya's always been stubborn and hard to understand. I didn't have much faith in a full recovery for him, especially with the shit our father pulls. But—" Natsuo's voice trembles as he suddenly cuts himself off, dropping his head in his hands as he lets out a shuddering breath

Fuyumi places a hand on her brother's back and rubs it in an attempt to comfort him before taking a deep breath

"Touya is our brother. We need to help him. And...it's been a while since he's been admitted into this program. And we've talked it over with your boss and the other doctors after looking over the contract we signed..." She trails off, suddenly at a loss for words as you nod your head slowly, encouraging her to continue.

"Touya's allowed to have monitored visits out of the hospital if it means it'll improve his condition...Our dad moved out so he won't be a problem at all, Y/n! I mean, the contract said if you gave us the green light telling us Touya was stable enough then there was a possibility...But we won't do anything unless you think it's okay! We just...want him home for the holidays. New Years is almost here, and it's a time for new beginnings. What better way to start it than with Touya-nii?"

Touya is bored.

You were supposed to be getting his board game, yet you've been gone for nearly half an hour. He's not worried, merely annoyed with the fact that you were probably whisked away to partake in some side task

The remote plugged into the side of his bed was for emergencies only. But right now, it was practically singing his name. Touya's finger hovers over the red button, and with a silent apology—he presses it about a dozen times before hanging it back onto the side of his bed

He lies down, folding his arms behind his head with a sly grin as he taps his foot against the edge of his bed, already looking forward to your inevitable return.

The silence after Fuyumi's words stretched for only a few moments before Touya's buzzer rang like hell—blaring loudly as everyone in the room flinched from the sound.

You wince, desperately trying to mute it as your hands miss the power off button four times from pure nerves

"Touya..." You whisper, pulling yourself out of your seat

"I'm so sorry, I need to go see him—can we please reschedule for all of us to meet again? Maybe sometime tomorrow?" You wince, bowing your head in shame at your sudden departure as Rei finally speaks

"That's ok. You can just call and let us know of your decision. We told you everything we needed to." She says, slowly standing up as your heart rate picks up

This woman was Touya's mother. That fact makes you look at her differently.

"Of course—I'll get back to you all as soon as I can. Oh! Hold on!" You say, moving to the side of your desk and grabbing the small bowl that laid on the corner

"Candy?"

None of them can refuse your kind smile. They all pick one out before filing out of your office, bidding you goodbye. Shoto sends you one last lingering look over his shoulder before he quietly closes the door behind him

After quite literally collapsing against the wall, you take a deep breath in an attempt to collect yourself and make sense of what had just happened

They want Touya to go home for the holidays. You were suddenly glad you didn't have to give them a response right now, because you couldn't. Not without talking to Touya first, at least. You were still unsure on how he felt about his mother or siblings, especially Shoto. It was territory you hadn't ventured into with Touya yet, and the fact that you had to do it now made your insides squeeze with anxiety

The walk back to his room was not a pleasant one.

Touya knows something is wrong when he catches sight of the look on your face. That and the fact that you had returned without his board game.

"What's wrong?"

His frown only deepens when he's met with silence, and you slowly approach his bed before sitting on your chair beside him. Your fingers trace patterns on your thigh as your brows furrow, eyes in deep thought.

You finally turn to look at him. He stares back silently, unblinking. It was like he refused to blink at all—afraid he'd miss something in your expression that would explain what had you all quiet like this.

"Touya...how do you feel about Shoto?"

He goes rigid beside you in an instant, and you almost wince at the way his eyes ice over. He doesn't respond. His eyes just bore into yours as he tries to figure out where this conversation was going.

"Fuyumi and Natsuo, too. And...your mother."

His eyes are as hard as ice now. It reminds you of how he looked at you when you'd first met him—feelings and emotions swimming under the frozen layer that caged them as they thrashed against the solid ice in a desperate attempt to break free.

His gaze slowly narrows, and you finally realize how hard he was gripping the sheets beneath him when you look down and see his knuckles had turned a ghostly white.

"Is that why you were gone so long? Were you talking with them?"

He spits the words out before he can stop himself, and they come out so much meaner than he wanted them too. His shoulders slump in defeat as the tension in his brows disperses the slightest bit, all before he lets out a sigh.

"How do I feel about them...how do you think I feel about them?"

"I think you love them."

He scoffs at the nerve you have. And the fact that you're right.

He finally looks away from you, glaring at the ground instead of you because you don't deserve his attitude.

"Course I fucking do. Doesn't mean I want to see them. Not now, not ever." He mumbled quietly. He was lying. Both of you knew it.

Shoto. Mom. Natsuo. Fuyumi. Just thinking of them made his head hurt. Made his heart hurt.

You can sense the unease in Touya's muscles as he bit the inside of his cheek, and you realize he's trying not to cry when he squeezes his eyes shut in frustration with himself.

"Let's end the night here, Touya. Lay in bed and just...think about it. This isn't easy—not the slightest bit. I want to give you some alone time so you can really figure out how you feel, okay?" You say softly, gently pushing on his shoulders to lay him down

He gives you no verbal response, just nodding his head at your words as his head hits the pillow.

He lays stiffly, watching as you pack your bag as you routinely do before you leave. He's slowly building the courage to speak what's on his mind...

"Are they all okay? After..."

Your eyes soften when you understand what he's asking, slowly approaching his bed as you try and find the right words. All of them would be scarred for life after Touya's attack. Mentally, and physically.

"Everyone was affected deeply by the war. But your family misses you, Touya. What happened in the past can never be erased or forgotten, but we can do our best to make up for our mistakes."

He's quiet again. He's deep in thought for a while before he slowly nods

"I'll think about what you said."

You nod softly, turning off his lamp. Touya looks like a kicked down puppy, his eyes tired and sad and he looks like he could take a nap that lasted for a century.

You can't stop yourself from leaning down and pressing a soft, lingering kiss onto his forehead.

Touya's not stupid. He knows doctor's aren't this gentle and loving with their patients. You know this too. His gaze speaks a million emotions as he stares at you with wide eyes

Your fighting the urge to climb into the hospital bed with Touya to simply hold him. Touya slowly reaches out for your hand, his scarred lips brushing against your knuckles as he whispers goodnight into your hand, pressing a soft kiss onto your skin.

CARNATIONS MASTERLIST.

a/n; hi babiesss :3 this chapter was much needed after the last few. also, comment if u think touya would like to meet y/n's cats! (she's a cat lady in case u couldn't tell) also this girl is gonna get her ass FIRED is she keeps this up lmaoo & rememberrrr i love u all!! i'm having so much fun with carnations and i'm glad you all are too :)

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myher0myher0

3 months ago

too far too close.

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x gn!reader

word count: 2k or sum like that lmao

content warnings: 18+ (minors i will snitch on you to your parents im not kidding), established relationship, aged-up characters (like 19 or 20, old enough to live together on their own), heavy petting, male masturbation, handjob (m receiving), ejaculation, cum eating, voyeurism (kinda??? idfk atp i was just horny and letting my fingers type shit), kinda very super duper sweet soft dom shinsou???? not rlly, but if u squint (there aren’t actual power dynaimcs), afab reader but no pronouns used, one “good girl”, multiple “baby’s”, mentions of marriage, mentions of pregnancy, AFTERCARE, mentions of family, shinsou and reader are whipped for each other like down bad horrendously for each other, not proofread

authors note: hey 🧍🏾‍♀️long time no talk, i haven’t wanted to write in a long time and im not good at it LMAOAOAKSKJSS this is very self-indulgent idk how i wrote this ive never done this before but i want to so bad and shinsou would eat that shit up so. i wrote this for him. and me. we. yeah. i hope yall enjoy this utter fucking garbage and filth like this is actually disgusting. if something doesn't make sense it not my fucking fault LMAOOOOOOOOO. this is the song the fic was based off of. HAPPY READING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! constructive criticism welcomed, reblogs appreciated :333

“you wanna what?”

your boyfriend stares at you in confusion, cheeks rosy, lips red, and hair more wild than normal from smothering your face with his just a minute prior to your sudden question or rather, your strained statement.

“ugh,” you reply, hands flying up to your face to shield you from further embarrassment, “i knew i shouldn’t have said anything.”

hitoshi adjusts himself, sitting up a bit further on the couch and you jostle slightly in his lap as the result of his actions.

“no, no baby, i didn’t mean it like that,” he rebuts, grabbing your wrists to pull your hands from your face. he’s too met with rosy wet lips and flushed cheeks as well as a mild pout. he tries to make eye contact with you, but you focus on things around your apartment instead. hmm, the trash looks full. maybe you should take it out later, and oh! the dishes need to be washed as well. oh, look what’s on tv! you’ve been meaning to get around to watchin-

“baby,” histoshi breaks you from your wandering thoughts and brings both of your hands to his lips to kiss them, “it’s okay,” he says in between kisses, “i was just wondering why is all.”

your eyes snap back to his briefly, then back to fluttering around the apartment, trying to stall and think of an answer that would logically make the most sense.

“well i,” you say, biting your lip between words, “i like seeing you feel good. and you feel good when doing that, right?”

hitoshi hums, kissing about both of your hands, up and down both palms, across each finger, down to your wrists.

“the thought of watching me jerk off turns you on that much? seriously?” he asks, a teasing smirk spreading across his face and you drop your head to the crook of his neck, where his shoulder and collarbone meet.

“you are not making me feel better,” you groan, “i thought we were supposed to be open with each other about these things”

“we are and im glad you told me,” he says, letting go of your wrists and wrapping his arms around your back. “it’s just my job to tease you as your boyfriend.”

you sit up and gift him with a smack across his chest which elicits a chuckle from him. he closes the space between you two and locks his lips with yours, you sighing into the kiss and bringing your hands up to run your fingers through the hairs at the nape of his neck.

the two of you kiss for a while, slowly grinding and whining in response to your growing need for each other. he was so hot and he made you hot and you could never be able to get enough of him.

hitoshi is the one to pull away softly, a soft smack sounding throughout the living room, a thick string of saliva connecting the two of you, “fuck, okay, okay. you wanna see me feel good, yeah?” he asks, eyes heavy and out of breath. “yeah,” you reply, nodding and biting your lip.

“okay,” he says again, giving you a quick peck on your lips before straightening his posture against the back of the couch once more. you move to lift off his lap, intending to take a seat on the soft rug atop the hard cherry wood floor of your living room, but histoshi grabs the meat of your sides before you can fully unmount him.

“i want you to stay here,” hitoshi says, positioning you against his hard length.

you drop your forehead to meet against his, sticky with sweat.

“okay,” you whisper, breath fanning across his face. he hums, agreeing with nothing in particular that you said, simply enjoying the presence of your voice.

he removes a hand from your waist, struggling to shimmy both his joggers and boxers down his legs devoid of his other arm, it having a mind of its own, working itself underneath his (yours) sweater.

you lift up a bit onto your knees to make the process a little easier for him, his head resting between the valley of your breasts. he takes his time working his bottoms down his legs, his other arm caressing the canvas of ur back underneath your (his) oversized sweater. u card ur fingers through his hair as he takes his time partially undressing.

normally, you’d be much more impatient and needy with him, but there was something different about this exchange between you two. this had been sitting heavy on your mind for a while. i mean you always loved jerking him off before giving him the suck of his life, but this was different. he’d never done it in front of you, there was never a need to. he was always hard and ready whenever the time called for it.

you knew he’d done it to the thought of you. he’d told you in passing once, before one of your shared classes.

“i don’t need porn anymore, i have you,” he’d stated blankly, like there was nothing wrong with what he said (there wasn’t, he was just more open than you sometimes).

“oh, okay,” you reply, not sure how to respond.

you were flattered to hear as much, but what really got you hot and bothered was the thought of him doing it. shirt clenched between his teeth, rapidly working his hand up and down his thick cock, needy for release. and ever since you’d been meaning to getting around to asking him to let you see it.

thank god he loves you so much. the bastard actually got turned of by the thought of you watching him as well. what a cawinky dink.

his joggers and underwear finally pool around his ankles and you slowly lower yourself back onto his lap, spreading your legs a little wider. he stares at you, eyes dripping with hunger as he undresses you with just a look.

you pull a little on his hair at the nape of his neck, eliciting a soft whimper from him. his dick, fully erect and raging red at the tip, jumps from the sensation as well, smearing pre cum against his bare stomach.

its weird to see him like this. you’d normally do things like this in the dark and enclosed in your shared bedroom but this was different; orange and pink light spilled from the sheer curtain-covered balcony windows in the living room, lighting everything up properly. there was no room for him to be shy (not that he would be any way).

his happy trail caught the light perfectly, leading down to his crotch, his pubic hair trimmed but not completely shaven. his dick spills more precum, sparkling in the light.

you drop your head back into the crook of hitoshis shoulder, unable to fight the embarrassment from ogling his dick so intensely.

“you asked me to do this and you’re more embarrassed than me?” he laughs, pulling you up to meet his gaze once more.

“it's not every day im having a staring contest with ur dick hitoshi,” you reply, eyeing him with slight annoyance, “it's just… out… looking at me… all intense like and shit.”

he shakes his head, huffs out a breathless laugh and smiles before pulling you into a quick chaste kiss. when you separate, he brings his left hand up to your face, “spit,” he commands, a tone of bass in his voice, and you comply, building up a nice amount in your mouth before letting it slowly pool into his hand.

“good girl,” he praises, caressing your cheek with his free hand before bringing his other down to his dick.

you're the first to break eye contact, following his hand go to smear your spit over his already wet dick.

the noise it makes is absurd and you can’t help but moan at his action, squeezing his hips with your knees in hopes of calming down your pussy. you can feel yourself growing hotter by the minute, pussy growing wetter by the second.

“did that make you feel good?” your boyfriend murmurs. that teasing bitch.

nonetheless, you nod, mouth slightly agape, your eyes not meeting his eyesight, but rather staring at his hand fist at his dick, a disgusting slick slick slick rhythm sounding about the living room.

in a way, it was beautiful, the way he fucked his glistening dick with his hand in the golden time of the day. every other stroke, he’d grip his dick firmly, foreskin slowly rolling over his tip, precum mixed with ur spit settling in the small concave space at the tip, making u cream more and more in your bottoms.

this fucker really knew how to please you. what a sweetheart.

“oh fuck,” he wheezes, free hand flying up to grip his hair. he’d found a nice rhythm, speeding up and slowing down, sometimes taking a break from working his shaft to rub his tip with one finger, staying right on the edge.

at this point, you’re squirming all about his lap, unable to contain your need for him. when he moans, you moan. when he gasps, you gasp. when he stops, you try to stop grinding on him, but you have a little less self-control than he does.

he starts and stops again, dick red from all the agitation. you whine from the lost contact, eager to see him continue fucking himself.

“can you do something for me?” he asks, bringing his face up to yours, rubbing his nose lightly across your cheek.

“anything you want,” you whisper against his lips, eyes heavy and breathing hard. you hope he can’t smell the onions from your late lunch. that’d be embarrassing.

“give me your hand,” he says, reaching out for your right hand. he grabs it and his hand feels kinda gross against yours, cold and wet from the lost contact of his dick.

instead of watching him guide your hand to his dick, this time your eyes stay glued to his, a new sudden confidence flowing through your body.

sometimes, he’d made you feel small with this type of look, eyes unwavering, never shifting from your form. he’d always made you feel shy, his presence suffocating in a way.

but other times, its made you feel so loved the look of want smothering you up to your chin. what does one crave if not wanting to be wanted?

he closes your fist around his dick, your hand encompassed in his larger one, guiding you on how to pleasure him.

“go slow, ill lead,” he says and you nod, still staring at him.

he squeezes his fist around yours, tightening your grip around his length before slowly bringing it down to the bottom of his shaft, his tufts of purple pubic hair tickling your hand before pulling your hands back up to the tip. his foreskin moves with the motion, stretching and tightening around his dick.

your mouth waters at the image displayed of what the sight could look like, but you’d be damned if you lost the game against your boyfriend so you hold his gaze despite your want to watch you pleasure him.

he builds up a rhythm again, this time a deeper slurk slurk slurk sounding about the space. your mouth waters more as he whimpers, louder and more frequent the more you jerk him off. his eyelids sit heavy but still on you, meeting your level of competitiveness.

he pants, almost like a dog, voice reverberating off the walls and breathing pattern matching the rhythm of your shared strokes on his cock.

awe shit, awe fuck. you want to put him in your mouth and swallow his load, you want him to fuck you softly into the couch, you want to feel him everywhere. you wanted him to give you his babies. raise a family. grow old with him. love him. awe fuck, awe shit.

“does that feel good baby?” you mew, panting in desire. he nods rapidly, eyebrows drawn to a point, mind too clouded with lust to muster up a verbal answer.

you tighten your pointer finger and thumb just slightly as he brings your hands back up to the tip. he jerks forward slightly, but keeps your gaze, groans falling from his mouth. you take you free hand and cup it under his balls, pulling up against them slightly, adding just that much more pressure.

that seems to be what sets him off.

hitoshis eyes squeeze shut and his jaw slacks agape as he moans out “oh fuck, oh baby, oh fuck fuck fuck fuck, im gonna cum. thank you, thank you-“

he keeps the pace going before his stomach hollows and his thighs tense, slowly jerking his foreskin around his tip with your hand, and letting his head fall back against the couch.

he spurts hot cum from his angry red dick, it splatting across his chest and stomach, across your (his) sweater, and onto your thighs. he still works your hand and his up and down his softening dick, cum oozing down your hands and across your fingers, a squelch squelch squelch gracing your ears.

soon he brings your joined hands to a stop, and sighs, head lolling to the side on the back of the brown couch, eyes still closed, a small smile on his face.

he lets go of your hand, his dick, now shrunken and soft, flopping on his messy stomach. you move to wipe his spend mixed with your spit on your (HIS!!) already soiled sweater but he brings his own hand up to his mouth before licking it, bottom of his palm up the side to the tip of his finger. he pries his eyes open, immediately finding yours before removing his finger from his mouth with a pop.

“tastes good. wanna taste?” he asks and like always, you nod.

he slowly rises from the back of the couch, grabbing your face with his hands, pulling you into a deep, sweet kiss. it was an odd taste, almost like the sour cream water before you mix it up, but if it was from hitoshi, then you’d always ask for more.

you separate with a smack and you smile. he smiles back.

“you like it?” he asks, and you nod.

“toshi’ juice tastes good.”

“good. don’t ever say that stupid shit again.”

you laugh and he sticks his forehead to yours, both slick and sweat.

“where did you learn how to do that?” he questions softly. you giggle, shrugging and pulling him into another kiss, his lips soft and fitting like a puzzle piece against yours, “i told you, i’ve had a lotta time to think about it.”

“i cant wait to marry you,” he whispers, eyes crossing slightly in a post-coital haze of love and lust. you smile harder and let your head fall into the crook of his neck yet again.

“when did that turn into a competition?” you mutter, voice vibrating against his neck and sending shivers down his spine. he lets out a small groan and you smile so hard, your cheeks start to burn.

“you started it,” he accuses and you simply shake your head, “and i ended it too,”

he laughs, airy and wonderful before pressing the tip of his nose to your neck, breathing in your scent.

you let your brain fog over for a bit after such an intense emotional and physical exchange. what were you gonna make for dinner? you still had to wash the dishes from lunch. and take out the trash. and now you both are all dirty and sweaty and smelly. maybe you could shower together after some rest? thank god the couch is pleather. it would be a bitch to clean the cum off of if otherwise.

“i didn’t get you to come yet,” he reminds you, your mind hazed over with sleepiness. you hum, nuzzling further into his neck, “that’s okay. i know you’ll make it up to me.”

he kisses your neck and hums in agreement, suckling at different parts of it, leaving red marks in his lips. “i'll wake you up in a little while so we can get dinner ready. sleep well stinky.”

your mind clouds over until you feel yourself drifting off to sleep. a light snore graces hitoshis ears which only makes him smile.

he rests his back onto the couch, you nuzzling more into his chest. he interlocks his fingers together across your back, his arms resting where your waist meets your ass. the sun sets a nice shade of amber red, smothering the both of you in a calming evening heat and glow. its time to rest now.

“i love you, dork.”

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myher0myher0

5 months ago

1-800-hot-n-fun // denki kaminari smau

when he just wanted a good time from the random number in the bathroom stall

016. CARNATIONS

The first month Touya spent without you didn't feel real. He felt like a kid waiting by the door for you to come back every night. And with every day that passed, your absence was a cruel jackhammer into his heart that reminded him you weren't coming, no matter how much he wanted you to. His mind felt like it had been unplugged, a dull melancholy beating in place of it instead.

He spends a lot of his time thinking about you. Touya knows how much people can change in so little time. So, he wonders what will have changed about you when he sees you again. It's like a fairytale playing out in his mind whenever he thinks of you—because all he can see is himself flying through these next few months and straight into your arms. He's not afraid of forgetting the sound of your laughter or the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, because those very things were permanently etched into his soul. You were a tattoo kiss that couldn't be erased, serving as a silent reminder of what he was fighting so hard for.

His mind is a broken record player that only shows him moments in time with you—moments where he had felt true happiness for the first time in his life. He'd wake up with his heart beating fast and his eyes stinging like they'd been washed with the hottest of spices.

The second month is when the chilling realization that Touya got you fired finally settles in. He never really thought past the fact that you didn't have a job here at the hospital anymore—he chose to stay blissfully ignorant rather than thinking too hard about it. He felt the guilt bubbling and burning in his chest, how had he not been more worried about your well being? Truly, Touya was stupefied. Why hadn't you expressed even a shred of anger towards him? Just a few sharp words would be fine, Touya wouldn't mind at all. Because it would make sense. You were jobless, thanks to him.

And it's not like you'd been fired from just any job, it's not like Touya's father had placed him in just any hospital. This hospital laid in Japan's most beautiful lands, on acres of endless greenery. It was the best institution for hundreds of miles in every direction.

Touya can't help but go down the rabbit hole in his mind, crawling deeper and deeper into the infinite number of possibilities your kindness made. And Touya was unfamiliar with being around people who didn't have ulterior motives, so much so that he had trouble simply understanding that maybe you not getting mad at him was just a show of humanity. Something he wasn't familiar with.

The third month is when Touya is handed a calendar. The numbers and months are all scripted in cursive, spanning multiple pages that felt like the softest silk between his fingers. After flipping through the calendar, Touya decides he wants to hang it on the wall. Your gel pen hangs loosely from Touya's lips as he bites down on the end of it, his hands working to carefully pin his calendar to the wall. Gradually, the boxes fill up with red marks crossing out each one of them. There's still a great number of pages to go, but Touya's release day is regarded with a small smiley face he drew.

The fourth month is when Touya has his first nightmare since you left.

He went to bed that night as he always did. He did his nightly routine of washing up and combing through his hair until it was a fluffy cloud atop his head. He stared at his slowly healing scars in the mirror for at least fifteen minutes before changing into his night clothes and settling down to write his letter of the day to you. Some days, his letters would span pages—stray papers would be strewn all over his bed as he tried to organize his thoughts. And other nights, he'd only write down a sentence or two before folding up his letter and filing it away. All the letters he wrote were kept in a small box Akari gave Touya to keep near his bed. Touya has a feeling you'll be proud of how much his handwriting has improved when you read his letters.

His nightmare was unexpected. It was dark and heavy in a way that made it feel like his lungs were collapsing and someone was stepping on his throat. He woke up the moment it became too much for his heart to handle, sitting straight up in his bed with a strangled gasp as his hand moved to clutch his night shirt—trying to ease his breathing.

A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face, and Touya's tongue darts out to wet his dried lips before he glances at the emergency button beside his bed. He's not completely sure if he's having some sort of a heart attack, but his throat is closing up, and he feels terribly dizzy. He swings a leg over the edge of his bed, cradling his head in his hands as his eyes squeeze close.

But, he'll be fine. Because he remembers your breathing exercises. Like clockwork, Touya breaths in and out—he counts and he thinks about his senses; what he feels, hears, smells—and then his erratic heart slows to a calmer melody. After that, Touya is able to lay back down, though shivering, and go back to sleep. It takes him a bit of time, but his head feels like its been stuffed with cotton. Soon enough, his pale lashes are fluttering close.

Dabi would have broken down. Dabi wouldn't have gone back to bed, he would've stalked out of whatever shitty hideout he was camping in and find something to burn. Maybe an abandoned car lot so he could melt the cars that sat stationary and forgotten‚ because melting metal looked like liquid gold sometimes. An illusion of a drug all in its own, destruction had been Touya's escape at one point.

But now, Touya sleeps like a baby in his room—with a trickle of drool running down his chin as he snores quietly. His bed head was a mess, too—but despite it all, he resembles an angel that had regrown its own wings. Touya has shed Dabi in the same manner a snake sheds to reveal the new layer of skin beneath, untouched and pure.

The fifth month is warm. Touya walks in the recreational garden a lot more as the sun begins to shine more, and his cactus has been growing a lot, too. Touya feels stronger—not physically, though he is proud his body isn't anywhere near as weak as it had once been. Mentally, his head had ceased its constant screaming. It was like all the noise had come to a screeching halt. And although he doesn't know what change there was in his chemistry that made him feel this way, he's grateful. Every day is a day closer to you—every breathing second a second closer to the home he knew.

The sixth month is when Touya starts getting emotional. He's so close—he can almost hear your voice calling out his name. He daydreams about you constantly, wondering how hard he's going to hug you once he sees you again. Tonight is one of those nights where Touya pours his heart and soul into his letter. He only had a few more days left until he'd see you again. The doctors had run multiple tests and evaluations on him, and he'd exceeded their expectations. Just like he promised you he would.

Touya's eyes squint when he realizes his words weren't forming on the page in front of him—before realizing his pen had run out of ink again.

He fights the urge to let his eyes close as he quickly caps the old pen and tries reaching for another one—but his hand misses the pencil case twice. His eyelids were heavy with sleep—blurry too, and he couldn't even manage to grab another pen for himself. Touya didn't even hear Akari enter his room—all he felt was a gentle pair of frail hands helping him stand. His legs felt like jelly, and he regarded the older woman with squinted eyes.

" 'm not a baby, Akari." Touya mutters as he gently removes Akari's hand from him. His voice is hoarse, and Akari laughs lightly at the sight of Touya's sleepy smile. If she didn't know better, she'd say he was drunk. Simply put, he was acting silly. But he was just high off of the prospect of seeing your face again.

"Let's get you to bed, Touya." Akari responds softly as Touya nods groggily. He's about a foot away from the bed when he speaks up, the worlds tumbling from his lips in something close to a whine. He was delirious from lack of sleep, but even then—he was only thinking of one thing.

"I miss my Y/n,"

Akari mutters a quiet oh dear when Touya suddenly loses all his will to stand. Touya crumples against her completely, his larger frame moving sluggishly as his head fell with a quiet exhale. Akari lets out a started yelp before carefully helping Touya lower himself onto the bed. His words were slurred with sleep, and it was clear that he hadn't gotten enough rest these past few days.

"She's waiting for me out there. I...I really can't wait to see her," Touya admits breathlessly, and Akari hums as she pulls his blanket over him. Touya doesn't move an inch, resorting to staring up at the ceiling above him as he presses the back of his forearm against his forehead.

"Night, Akari. Get some sleep, yeah?" Touya yawns, finally rolling over to get comfortable in bed as he presses his cheek against his pillow. Akari rises from her chair, gently patting Touya's shoulder as she bids him goodnight. Touya keeps an eye on Akari until he can confirm she's safely left the room before finally allowing his eyes to close, succumbing to his fatigue as he falls asleep.

Touya feels like a little kid all over again. He felt like he could face the world and come out on top—and it was an incredible feeling. He hadn't felt this type of hope in a long time, but you inspired something youthful in him—rekindling a flame deep inside he thought had been put out so many years ago.

CARNATIONS MASTERLIST.

a/n; everyone say thank you taylor swift. carnations would not be a thing without her, this girl got me through every chapter 😭 i can't write a single word unless she's playing...i think i'm crazy...💔 alsoo touya is so in love in makes me fawking sick. OH btw, y/n cried cause she missed his b-day after getting fired. but this guy was giggling in his room while writing u love letters because he literally forgot it was his birthday and was just minding his own business completely unaware until akari brought him a cupcake. anywho we are getting close to the end of carnations... i can feel it 🥲 i'm still not sure how i feel about this chapter. hmph.

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myher0myher0

5 months ago

The real reason Shigaraki want to destroy Mt. Fuji: 😆🗻

It's so that he doesn't have to go on a mountain hike anymore. It doesn't matter if one have enhanced body modification, hiking is tiring. 🥴

No hills and mountains no more hiking. What a brilliant idea!

Source: My Hero Smash by Hirofumi Neda. (Gag manga of the My Hero Academia series by Horikoshi Kohei)

⚠️Spoilers in a way, because some of the future plots of main series have already been shown in there in symbolism, and way before that is published in the main manga.

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myher0myher0

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