Myher0myher0 - Dabi’s Left Cheek Staples

we'll meet again

don't know where, dont know when

but I know we'll meet again

some sunny day

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013. CARNATIONS

You're late.

You're very late.

You didn't wake up Touya at nine am like you usually do. You didn't bring Touya breakfast—there was a tray placed on his bedside table by someone else when he'd awaken, the lid fogged up from the steaming food being neglected inside. You didn't leave a note or pop into his room to let him know you had a meeting or something of the sorts

But the storm raging on outside Touya's window seemed to be the answer. The thunderous rain outside seemed never ending. The sky was dark and the world outside was clouded with a thick, misty haze

Touya had done a hundred push-ups, taken a shower, finished his letter to Shoto, ate his breakfast, and even made his bed in the time he spent waiting for you.

He was cursing under his breath every five seconds—because the damned sheets absolutely refused to cooperate with him. Every time he tucked them into one corner of the mattress, they came flying off the other one. He banged his head against the headboard at one point too, before flopping down face first onto his unmade bed with a groan

Why it was so hard to make a bed was beyond him. He supposes it's because he didn't have any practice making his bed, you always made it for him when he was showering. And for most of his life, he was lucky to even sleep on a mattress. He wasn't used to so many throw pillows, cushions, blankets—the simple luxury of being comfortable just wasn't something he was familiar with.

But as the dull pain in the back of his head subsided, Touya sits up in his bed with more determination than before. He had a bed to make. He had somewhere to safely sleep at night, and that was a fact no one could change. He musters up the meanest glare he can offer the bed, before yanking off the sheets in a single, fluid motion.

And then, Touya got to work.

It took him nearly an hour to make the bed perfectly. He experimented with different folding techniques and positioned the pillows about a hundred different ways until it he was satisfied with the outcome.

His shoulders were sore from all the strain once he'd finished. But he was proud of himself. The feeling fluttered around his chest—light and dizzying as he sat down on your chair instead of the bed, rolling it backwards so he could appreciate his work from afar.

But even after all of this, you're still not here.

The downpour outside represents his mood soon enough, and he sits in the room sulking after another hour passes. Maybe you're still at home—stuck and unable to leave because of the weather. Yesterday, you were telling him about the storm that would come today, but the weather outside is just brutal. He hasn't seen it rain this badly in Japan in a long time.

Maybe you were driving extra slow—the rain must be a difficult obstacle to drive through. He imagines the slick roads would make it hard for anyone to drive in, and he quickly pushes down the prospect of something bad happening to you as he takes a steadying breath

He's on edge—every little sound he hears has his heart rate spiking thinking it may be you. Finally, at three pm, there's a knock on his door.

Touya knows it's not you. Your knock is soft before you click open his door, your knock is three raps against the wooden door and your knock is a question. This knock—this knock was a single, harsh and near bang on his door. This knock wasn't a question, this knock was a demand to be let inside.

It's the last thing he hears before the door clicks open, and Touya stiffens, unsure of what to expect out of whoever it is on the other side

"Todoroki, your presence is required downstairs. This will only take a moment of your time, please." The woman speaks firmly, not giving Touya even a second to respond before she turns on her heel and walks out of the room

She didn't look Touya in the eye as she spoke, like she was afraid he'd catch something in her gaze she didn't want him to see. And her words came out quickly, her steps even faster as she walked out of the room and waited outside for Touya with a small group of doctors

Touya knows something is off, but for some reason—he foolishly doesn't think this meeting would be about you. Because there's no way these doctors would be ignorant enough to take you away from him—they could be mean, sure—but they weren't stupid. And he can quickly assume your overall well-being is fine, because your colleagues' demeanors don't appear saddened by anything. There's something else swimming in their gaze, and even though he's fishing for anything that may tell him what—he's coming up empty handed.

Touya complies quietly, allowing them to lead him down several floors before he's being pushed into a meeting room. He sweeps his gaze over the doctors and the people in suits who await him inside, entirely unimpressed. This must be some sort of a check up on him, or new details on his rehabilitation plan they wanted him to be formally made aware of. He walks over to the seat they gesture him towards, sitting down and letting out a sigh as he leans back in it

Unfortunately, you're not in this room. There's not a single sign of your bubbly smile at all as he enters—he can't even spot the color of your usual outfits, the room consisted of all its occupants being dressed in muted and dark colors.

Everyone in the room seems restless, and Touya can only shift in his seat as the murmurs around him quiet. There's something poisoning the air, but he still cannot figure out what has everyone so on edge and tense.

A man clears his throat, and Touya figures he must be important with the way everyone quickly turns to look at him as he rises out of his chair. He makes a quick motion with his hands, and there's a pair of quirk cancelling cuffs snapped over Touya's wrist faster than he could blink.

He stills, slowly turning to look at who had cuffed him to the table because they tricked him—the woman in question deactivates her invisibility quirk, offering Touya nothing more than an apologetic nod before averting her gaze

"The cuffs are on for our own safety, Touya. We brought you here because we want to apologize for our hospital's incompetence. We failed to acknowledge your privacy had been invaded, and we can do nothing but ask for forgiveness and work to be better. We don't tolerate anyone who breaks the rules and policies we have set, and Y/n is no exception."

Touya swallows the lump forming in his throat before letting out a laugh. It's a short, angry breath of air that he exhales almost like a scoff. Did this guy have even the faintest clue what he was talking about? Touya's fingers clench underneath the tight grip of the cuffs around him as his eyes remain unblinking. It felt like everyone was holding their breath, waiting for his response

"I don't know what you're trying to say."

The pale skin around his wrists has angry blotches of red and bruises beginning to bloom because of how hard he was straining his wrists against the cuffs. The man winces at Touya's expression before growing quiet, making a feeble attempt to search for how to come across as clearly as he can

Touya's eyes suddenly narrow into slits as he leans back in his chair, trying to look at the whole picture this man was doing a terrible job at painting. It sounded like they were saying you wouldn't be his doctor anymore. But that's just silly. You were a good doctor—no, you were the best doctor. No one in this hospital could ever hold a candle to you.

"Touya, I'm trying to tell you Y/n won't be your doctor anymore."

There's this incessant ringing in Touya's head as he grinds his molars together, trying to control his temper. His eyes are ablaze as he glares at the man in disbelief—features hardening into something terrifying within an instant at his words

"You can shut your mouth, because you have no fucking idea what you're even talking about. Y/n didn't—what was it you said, invade my privacy? You're a real piece of work, you know? Shove it up your ass, you stupid, old, bast—"

"Touya,"

Touya freezes. His head whips around in an instant at the sound of your voice, and the chair he's sitting on swivels with the movement as his eyes find yours. You're not in your usual clothes—in place of your usual doctor attire is a soft blue sweater, deep brown pants, and a simple pair of dark lolita shoes. You're wearing jewelry too, he notices. And your hair is down—you look out of place. Like a toy put in the wrong box.

"I am sorry for what I've done, Mr. Todoroki. My relationship with you goes against our hospital's most crucial morals. I–I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

Forgive me. The words echo, and the room is suddenly eerily quiet

The dogeza is considered the most formal form of apology in Japanese culture. Getting on your knees in front of someone isn't taken lightly, but your legs practically buckle beneath you as you bow your head in shame

Touya wants to reach out to you, but they've made the cuffs on him stronger and tighter than last time—and he can only thrash against the restraints helplessly as he watched your forehead kiss the ground near his feet

Touya wants to tell you to get up, he wants to tear apart the person who thought it would be a good idea to publicly humiliate you like this—to reduce you to something beneath him, of all people.

"Y/n," He croaks, the reality of losing you seemed like the beginning of his inevitable end

"Y/n," He tries again

Something cracks in his chest when you raise your head and avoid his gaze, staying completely silent.

And for once, Touya doesn't have the pleasure to feel your hands hold him when he so desperately needed your touch. Physical affection from you was so important to Touya. He needed the reassurance of your touch, the confirmation that you were there—or he'd overthink himself into a frenzy.

He watches you be tugged out of the room by your supervisor, who spoke quietly into your ear. Too quietly for him to hear. Your shoulders are slumped as you walk out of the room, and Touya cranes his neck to try and get one last look at you before the door closes—but he misses his chance when your supervisor steps in the way of his view, closing the door after leading you outside.

Learning you couldn't take care of Touya was a knife to the gut—but that knife twists and deepens a hundred times over, piercing right through all he was when you walk right by without sparing him a single glance.

You didn't look at Touya at all. Not even once.

It took nearly two hours until Touya was secured back into his room. He wrestled and resisted every officer that got in his way. He was so mad—he didn't care who he hurt. Crimson seeped into his gaze, and all he saw was blinding red—kicking and punching at anyone who even tried to put their hands on him. He'd need cameras put back into his room after today, there was no doubt of it. Your supervisor tells you they'll probably install them tomorrow to keep a closer eye on him

You walk silently, a quiet whisper falling from your lips as you adjust the face covering you wore.

"Thank you,"

Your supervisor nods curly, giving you no further response as she kept a firm hand wrapped around your bicep. That guards positioned in Touya's hall let her pass easily, and she maneuvered through the familiar twists and turns of the hospital as the two of you got closer and closer to your destination

"I can get you ten minutes maximum, Y/n. I'll stand outside when you need to come out—and when I knock, you come immediately. Understand?" She questions quietly as you nod quickly, watching her fish out Touya's keys.

"Go in quick and lock the door—do not let him out."

She shoves the key into the doorknob, before placing a hand on your back and nudging you inside within a second as you tug off your face mask

The door closes and your hand quickly reaches out to lock it behind you. But you can't even take a step forward before you're being shoved backwards with such menacing force that it knocks the wind out of you. Touya hears your breath hitch at the last second, and he moves at the speed of light as he puts his hand between your head and the door to soften the blow

He presses a chaste kiss onto your lips in an instant, murmuring your names desperately in question as he tugs you into the room. It's dark, and you stumble as he leads you to his bed. He pulls you onto it quickly as his arms wrap around you, muttering apologies into your hair and choking on his own sobs as he fists your sweater in between his fingers

You whisper his name, and everything hurts. His mind, his body, his soul—it's all set alight the moment you confirm you're real. You're here and somehow holding him.

"What happened?" He whispers, pulling back as his thumb runs over your cheekbone—catching the falling tears and smearing them into your skin

"He took photos of us together while we were at your house. Yesterday, he showed them to everyone—and—and I got fired. 'm sorry, it's my fault too." You whisper quickly as a growl gets caught in Touya's throat

"It's not your fault. It's his—I fucking hate him. So damn much." Touya whispers. His jaw trembles as he clenches it, pupils lined with a thin ring of cobalt as he watches you press a dozen kisses onto his face—holding him like he was some precious treasure you'd stumbled upon.

"But—that's not what I'm here to talk about, Touya." You say, the words tumbling from your lips in a haste as Touya presses you closer into his body, a fruitless attempt to try and fuse the two of you together. He'd melt his own body if he could, melt it and meld it against yours so he could be stuck to you forever—they wouldn't be able to take you then, would they?

"You need to promise me you'll behave. Promise me you'll listen to your doctors and show them how strong you are. Show them you're a good man—Touya, promise me you'll show them." You plead, and Touya nearly whimpers against your skin as his forehead digs into the crown of your head. He struggles to form a single word, muttering and mumbling incoherently as he holds you

"Touya—Touya, are you listening to me?" You question, growing desperate to the point where you need to try and pry his hands off of you—anything to get him to just look at you and confirm he was listening. But his grip tightens, so much so where it's beginning to grow painful. His muttering becomes clearer, and you can finally hear the words he was repeating over and over again as he rocked gently against you

Please don't leave me.

He flingers flex reflexively over yours, his eyes glittering like sapphires in the light from the sunset outside—it had finally stopped raining, and the sun somehow managed to shine through the thick clouds.

He looks up, expression open and vulnerable in a way you've never seen before. His eyes are unblinking as he stares at your face—trying to commit every detail of it to memory. Because Touya is scared—he's so fucking scared he'll never see it again.

"If you do this one last thing for me, I promise I'll be waiting outside for you. Please, Touya. I'm sorry."

He presses his eyes close, brows furrowing like he was in physical pain. You press your lips gently to his forehead, and he shudders beneath you when you kiss him so softly

"I—I don't know," He confesses, confusion and hurt imbued into every one of his features as he tries to figure out just how he can go through the upcoming months without you by his side

Touya's hesitant. He looks afraid—his eyes wide as they keep darting over your features, a subtle tremble in his voice as he speaks. You've never seen him so panicked and scattered—and it hurts knowing you had to leave him like this in a few minutes

When he was even half as upset as he was now, you'd spend hours talking to Touya. Chipping bit by bit at the shell he kept over himself, allowing your soothing words in bit by bit. Your love and presence was salve on his burning wounds

But you were leaving soon, and he doesn't have the heart to unlatch his limbs from yours. You cradle Touya to your chest, speaking softly into his hair where he can only hear fragments and fractions of what you're saying

".....Think of your family.....Only six months.....I'm so proud of you.....It'll all be ok, I promise.....I love you, Touya....."

And he nods through it all, allowing your voice to guide him through the misty maze of his mind. It felt like you knew Touya better than he knew himself, sometimes.

"Okay,"

And Touya is so sincere when he looks at you, irises shaking as he wraps his arms around you in a bone crushing embrace

"I'll be on my best fucking behavior. Don't care if they kick me around or poke me in the eye with their needles. I'll do my best. But you, Y/n if you're not there in the end—fucking promise me this isn't goodbye." He whispers, a sharp knock resounding through the air as you nod frantically

"I promise it won't be, Touya. I love you so much—please be good for me."

It's the last thing he hears before the door clicks open, before you're spinning on your heel and moving out of the room in a blur. He can't hear a thing, and the blood rushes to his head so fast it feels like he's about to pass out. Touya slumps against the headboard, heart beating out of his chest before a faint flicker of regret flashes across his face. His back straightens as a broken curse leaves his lips once he realizes his mistake

He forgot to kiss you goodbye.

CARNATIONS MASTERLIST.

a/n; touya, my baby, is so brave. he's putting on his big boy pants rn. and he'll be getting a new doctor wahh bye bye y/n ☹️ he's probably gonna hate his new doc...or will he?? 👀 do what you will with that piece of information heheh. also, here's a playlist no one asked for! :D i made it a while ago and thought i may as well share it with you lovely souls...! the next few days are going to be very busy for me, i can only ask you guys to be patient for the next chapter 🫶 and ofc, thank you all for making carnations so special to me <3

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Needy shigaraki or keigo dry humping users thigh? :)

-🎭

BOTH!!!! BOTH IS GOOD!!!

we r doing both.

💌this is nsfw. mdni!!💌

cw for keigo’s: includes somnophilia (previously discussed consent mentioned)

after another long night, keigo could barely stand as he crept through your balcony window, immediately kicking his shoes off and stripping himself of his clothes, hitting the floor with a soft thud. left just in his boxers, he crawled into your shared bed, under the warm covers, and you shifted slightly, wiping your eyes.

“kei?” you asked in an adorable sleepy voice

“hey, baby, another late night..” he said, moving closer as he pulled you against him

“mhmm…” you hummed, already back asleep, lulled into a cozy world of comfort.

keigo chuckled softly, running his hands along your body, drinking in the sight of you. you wore that pajama set he liked, the cotton tank top and matching shorts. tiny matching shorts.

he pulled you closer, kissing the top of your head as you stirred ever so slightly. see, the thing about you is that you were sometimes a sleep talker, and that would include making little sounds and noises. keigo found it endearing, especially when you talked in your sleep, regaining your sleepy words of wisdom to you the next morning.

but for some reason, tonight was different.

while tiny mewls and whimpers fell from your lips, keigo’s cock twitched in his boxers.

“my pretty girl,” he whispered as he climbed on top of you. he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your pretty, plush, slightly parted lips. “so sleepy, hm? had a long day? me too baby.. i’m sorry i wasn’t home..” he spoke softly into your hair, slowly beginning to grind against your leg.

you had told keigo before that you didn’t mind if he woke you up in this way; in fact, you’d actually find it hot. but you were so peaceful and he was sure that you were so tired, he couldn’t possibly wake you with his own needs.

so he’d get the next best thing

he moved his hips slowly, shaky gasps escaping his throat as he forced himself to stay at a steady pace. was he perverted or were you just this sexy to where he could get off from fucking dry humping your thigh?

he moved a hand to the edge of your tank top, slowly lifting it up to it sat just above your perky tits, and he couldn’t help but take one in his hand, whimpering and whining as he desperately fucked against your thigh.

“fuck, baby, you have no idea how good you make me feel. i’m fuckin’ your leg and i’m about to cum.. fuck, god, fuck, i can’t help it.. feels so good..”

his mind was becoming increasingly dazed, his usual groans and moans turning into pathetic whimpers.

“fuck, baby, can’t- i can’t- can’t handle much more.. feels.. feels real good.. ‘m gonna.. gonna fucking cum..”

as he picked up his pace, your tits began to bounce rhythmically, nearly hypnotizing him as he leaned down, hiding his face in your neck, holding onto you tightly as his orgasm was quickly building in him.

“mmh- gonna- gonna cum, baby.. fuck, just from your fucking thigh.. your pretty.. pretty thigh..”

his orgasm washed over him as his wings twitched, his cock spilling his cum into his boxers (a mistake he would realize in just a few moments) as he thrust against your leg a few more times as he rode out his orgasm.

after having a moment to breathe, he pulled away, his heart beating louder in his chest as you laid there like an absolute angel. he pulled your shirt down, kissing your cheeks a million times before cleaning up in the bathroom and changing his boxers. he immediately climbed back into bed with you, and for a rare time was the little spoon, letting your arms and legs wrap around him.

tomura laid on your stomach, holding you gently (careful to not use all five fingers of course) as you played a game on his switch. both of you were in your pajamas, consisting of a baggy t-shirt and a pair of his boxers. he moved his head under the switch, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive flesh of your neck.

“what’re you doing?” you ask, still focused on your game.

“what do you think i’m doing?” he grinned, fingers sneaking under your shirt, full of hunger.

“jesus, it doesn’t take much for you, does it?” you playfully scoff as you feel him already hard against your leg.

“nah, not at all..” he chuckled as he moved his hips gently, sighing at the light friction.

you and tomura’s sex life was far from dull; with both of you being more on the switch side, it definitely kept things interesting. right now, it seemed like he thought he had a semblance of control, but you were sure to turn the tides on that.

as he moved his hand further up your shirt, you paused your game, grabbing his hand through the thin fabric.

“no,” you hold it firmly. “just keep doing what you were doing. i’m busy.”

tomura raised an eyebrow.

“excuse me?” he nearly laughed.

“you heard me. just do it.” the tone in your voice was enough to make tomura weak in the knees. as much as he hated to admit it, god he loved when you were dominant with him.

he reluctantly began to move his hips against your thigh again, moving his hand outside of your shirt to cup your chest on the other side of the fabric (as much as it pained him).

he bit back his lip to hide his embarrassing whimpers as he desperately ground his hips against your thigh, hoping you would have some kind of mercy on him and just fuck him.

but you didn’t. you acted like he wasn’t even there as you continued your game.

“y/nnnnn…” he groaned as he looked up at you like a wounded puppy, still trying to hide any whimpers.

“yes?” you asked, not looking away from your game.

“please.. this is so..”

“if you don’t like it, why are you still going?”

“well, i-.. it’s just, i’m-“ through all his stuttering, he didn’t stop the quickening movements of his clothes cock against your thigh.

as soon as you looked at from over his switch with a tilted head with wide eyes that held a questioning look, waiting for him to properly answer, he buried his face in your chest, whining against your tits as he only increased his speed, becoming slightly sloppy in his pace.

“poor baby…” you teased, putting the switch down as you ran your hands through his hair.

“j-just.. feels- feels so good- b-but.. but i.. need- need you…”

“i know, i know..” you coo. “but you’re doing so good.. so good for me..” you grin as you watch him continue to lose his resolve, gripping your sides tighter as he fucked against your thigh. “you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?”

“yes, fuck, yes, please, please, please, please baby, please!”

any embarrassment tomura held melted away, as all he could think about right now was cumming whenever you said to.

he pulled his boxers down just enough so the pink tip of his cock stuck out, already dripping with precum.

“be a good boy for me,” you hum, leaning down to kiss his head. “i know you can.”

at your encouragement, tomura’s erratic thrusts halted to a stop as his body froze, his cum splattering across your thigh while his body shook, all while you ran your hands through his hair and along his back, praising him sweetly, reminding him how good he was, how proud you were of him.

once recovering, tomura made sure to clean you up, all while plotting the revenge you’d be receiving for the rest of the night.

Crashout shirt

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

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

Blood spit

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.

My mom bought me the v bucks for it I’m crying

My hero characters are back in the Fortnite shop so I’m bouta spend so much money