PETER PARKER is so sensitive, especially when it comes to his organic web shooters.
thinking about running your finger across the vein of his forearm gently, watching the way his breath hitches and he visibly blushes, face a pretty pink all the way to the tips of his ears.
"is that okay?" you ask, voice impossibly soft and caring. your soothing tone only makes his dick twitch in his pants. :(
he hesitantly nods, squeezing his eyes shut at the pad of your thumb running over the barely noticeable flap the webs eject from. "feels-- shit-" he's trying not to get worked up, "feels weird– i-i dunno-" his voice cracks pathetically, leaning into your sweet touch despite himself.
he's not lying either, it's a sensation so strange, like nothing he could've imagined. seeing webs sputter from the slit disgusted him the first time he witnessed it, but it's different with you. how do you manage to make it feel so fucking good?
"s'okay, peter" you purr in that way that has him whining, "let me take care of you, yeah?" you rub slow, calculated circles on the flap, taking notice of the way he bucks his hips up, as if he needs release. "ohgod– s'good-- i- i like it" he chokes out, nodding his head feverishly and squirming impatiently on the mattress.
"oh yeah?" you challenge, curiously deciding to take it further. you start at the midway point of his inner arm, pressing down hard on the vein and dragging your finger up to the flap.
"oh fuck--!" he gasps, the sudden pressure has him humping the air mindlessly, chasing something that's not there. he's trying to be good, to control himself, but how the fuck is he supposed to do that when you're touching him like this?
his dick strains against his sweats as you increase pressure, skin hot under your thumb.
"waitwaitwait!" he cries out as your thumb nears the slit, so close to shooting out that sticky web, his cock so close to shooting out sticky release. "baby– m'sorry, just–" he pants, his heart beating a frantic rhythm, he's right on the edge. your hand pauses completely.
you glance at him, and he looks just gorgeous like this. his eyes are wide and glassy, lips bitten raw, and cheeks wet with a few tears, falling from just how perverted he feels. how is he able to get off from this? is he really that desperate?
"pete." your honey-smooth voice makes him go dumb, makes him nod along to anything you say, lets you do anything you want to him. "just... let me try this, okay?" you lean down to press a reverent kiss to his forehead, making him shudder.
without any warning, you quickly press down and drag your thumb across the vein, forcing a string of webs to shoot across the room.
peter immediately flinches, gasping and rolling his eyes to the back of his head. "oh shit--!" he moans whorishly, his cock shooting out hot release directly after. he didn't think he could cum so quickly, especially in his boxers.
you watch in a daze as he rides out his orgasm, leftover webs bubbling up to the flap and pitifully dripping down his arm.
he glances down at his wrist, gagging at the sight of the white liquid. "god– that's so gross" he groans, arm moving to cover his face in disgust. his chest is still heaving, pink lips slightly parted.
"yeah well–" a giggle bubbles up in your chest, "you're the one who came from me touching it" you point out, moving to kiss his flushed cheek when he groans further in embarrassment.
he peeks out from under his arm, hesitating to speak. "maybe uh– we can do that again? like– not right now, obviously... but y'know–" he stutters, chuckling nervously.
he's such a dork, you think.
you lay down next to him, smiling at his hopeful expression when you nod your head, before speaking.
summary: In which you give Mammon the silent treatment after he breaks your trust yet again, and quickly learn just how persistent he can be. (aka mammon being desperate 4u and using his crows {grimm} like messenger pigeons!
pairing: gn!reader x mammon (est.rl)
w/c: 2.4k
t/w: none! this is all fluff and mostly jokes c:
ib: devildomwriter's mammon & crow familiars series!! It's super well written and fun, I recommend checking it out!
Mammon really does not take kindly to being ignored.
You first discover this two days after an argument. You told him that if he went to the casino one more time you weren’t speaking to him again, and what did he go and do? Went to the casino!
So, to take your promise one step further, you decided to pretend he didn’t exist. Forget not speaking, you wouldn’t so much as look at him when he came within your proximity. His face could be inches from yours, whining your name with a pout on his lips and you still feigned disinterested.
You almost broke a few times, whether it was from almost grabbing him by the face and shoving him away when he decided to stand in front of the tv until you acknowledged him, or from the guilt of walking past his room to see him asleep with your matching chocolate lizard keychain in his arms instead of you.
But he could annoy, bother, interrupt, and guilt trip you all he wanted; you were’t budging. It didn’t matter how many apologies he gave or how long his eyes burned holes into you from across the dinner table, you would drag this out until he never even thinks of going to a casino again.
Though that was starting to get difficult the more restless he got, and so after packing a few necessities and sneaking out of the HOL like a spy mission, you showed up at Purgatory Hall’s door with a look of pure desperation.
Thankfully the angels were as welcoming as ever, and Solomon loved to help you get on the demon’s nerves because in no time you were settled in with no guilt-tripping demon to bother you.
No passive aggressive sad faces with whip cream on your pancakes in the morning, no slipping his beach-wear magazines under your door so you wake up to a pile of magazines with him shirtless and glistening in the sun on the cover. You were finally free to ride out your petty train in peace!
For about 5 minutes, that is.
You forgot about your DDD, which quickly let you know was a big mistake as it nearly vibrated itself off the coffee table from all the texts you were receiving. You didn’t even have to check to know it was Mammon losing his mind upon coming home to find you nowhere to be seen.
Luke gave you an odd look from the seat beside you, so you quickly snapped up the device, pressing his icon and hitting block with an embarrassed sigh. No big deal, you could've seen that coming from a mile away.
Unaffected, you went back to watching whatever show Luke had put on for maybe about 10 seconds before the sound started up again, somehow even louder this time as if in protest.
With a groan you picked your DDD back up to see him texting you on every other platform he could possibly think of, leading you to roll your eyes in annoyance and block him on those, too. He could post mysterious status updates like upset because of a certain someone, they know who they are on Devilgram all he wants, you weren’t taking the bait.
You thought that was that, but he didn’t stop there. First it was emailing you from the RAD computers when you stopped answering your phone. Then it was a smartwatch from an “anonymous admirer” appearing on your doorstep that conveniently had only his number on it.
When that didn’t work he still! didn’t give up, just went bigger—somehow getting into RAD’s system to broadcast an apology video onto the smartboard mid-lesson—leaving you to hang your head in embarrassment for the rest of the day.
No response? Not a problem for him, he simply went bigger. Those billboards he was on for his modelling gigs? Yeah, one of them now had him with a candy heart with your name on it in his mouth. How did he even get that approved?!
Spray painting I’M SORRY, COME HOME onto the side of Purgatory Hall when begging at the door didn’t work, somehow overriding the smart fridge Solomon installed to mess with Simeon and FaceTime-ing you from the screen on it.
“Mc I know you can hear this. I see you getting that parfait! Hey— are those noodles? Aw come on you know those are my favourite! Wait don’t walk away— M/c! wait! Hey!!”
At least you didn’t have to deal with that one yourself: Simeon somehow managed to get the entire thing shut down within the hour. His hopelessness with technology could be useful on occasion, apparently.
You swear he even put a spell on the microwave because it beeped what you were sure was “I’m sorry” at you in morse code for 4 hours straight yesterday.
So yeah, turns out Mammon was a little more dedicated than you thought. It was only when you finally thought he’d given up that he showed you just how desperate he could be.
“Caw!”
You turned to the window of the guest bedroom the angels had so kindly let you stay in, a decision you were sure they were now regretting after this week’s events. There’s no way.
Alas, there was one of his crows, perched on the window with a small scroll in its mouth.
You wanted to shut the window straight on its face, but you couldn’t do that to poor Grimm. It’s not like it’s his fault his master is an idiot.
After scratching Grimm’s head you gently took the scroll from his talons and unravelled it. It was old and weathered looking, like he had pulled it straight out of the underground tomb for dramatic effect.
‘Here ye Here ye,’ read the first sentence. Oh boy.
‘To my dear m/c, my treasure, my sheep, my light in the darkness,’ if you didn’t already want to rip your eyes out, you did now!
‘Woe is me, because I did not awake to your beautiful face this merry day. If I had but one wish, it would be to take back the hurt I have caused you, and have you in my greedy, undeserving arms once again. Please come home, for your one and only misses you dearly.’
Sincerely, your first man.
Right. He was your first pact—a decision you were seriously second-guessing. What were you going to do with this idiot? Not give in, that’s for sure. You thanked Grimm and rolled the scroll back up before turning and tossing it straight into the trash.
Caw?! Grimm exclaimed, and you scratched his head apologetically.
”Sorry buddy, I have to stand my ground. Forgiving him so easily will just tell him that I’ll always forgive him when he upsets me,” you explained. Did it make you feel a little crazy talking to a crow? Sure, but after conversing with shrunken down, blob forms of sin known as little d’s, nothing could phase you anymore.
After Grimm flew off you continued on with your day like nothing happened. It was a Thursday night with Friday off, meaning you wouldn’t have to skillfully avoid Mammon in the halls of RAD until Monday; three days from now.
The sense of peace and very tiny bit of sadness that was defintely not because you missed him were short-lived though, as you awoke that next morning to the feeling of something.. .jumping on your chest?
You slowly peeked your eyes open, squinting as they adjusted to the harsh morning light that was shining through your open window—had you forgotten to close that last night?
Your eyes drifted back down until something feathery and black came into your vision and you screamed so loud it could’ve been heard from the Celestial Realm. Grimm, who had been hopping around until you woke up let out a startled caw as well and leaped back into the air.
You always closed your window at night in case a random demon decided to come in and eat you in your sleep, but you never expected the real danger to be a crow. Though it’s not like you could be mad at Grimm—it’s not his fault he picked up after Mammon’s idiocy.
You rubbed your eyes, blinking again just to make sure this was really happening, and frowned with guilt at seeing Grimm now distanced to the corner of your room, feathers ruffled.
You got up, petting Grimm’s head in apology for bloody-murder screaming in his face. The poor thing’s hearing had likely already been bursted by Mammon years ago, but still.
You untied the string and unrolled the scroll, coughing as an air of dust came off it. Seriously, where was he getting these things? The dark depths of his wallet?
My beloved M/c,
You cannot imagine my despair when I awoke to not a single response from you. You’re breaking my heart here, ya know? Don’t mind the smudged ink. That’s just my tears. What more can I do to make you forgive me? Let an angry mob throw tomatoes at me? Fist-fight Cerberus? Name your price and I’ll do it, just come home. I love you.
Sincerely, Mammon.
You furrowed your brows. This was getting difficult. Was he really that upset? You looked to Grimm for guidance, but his beady eyes just blinked at you in confusion. You shook your head. Just a few more days to really stick the message in his head, then you would give in.
He was seriously making that difficult. Every day without fail he sent you a letter, the third one being the very next day while you were brushing your teeth. This lead Luke to sneakily try to peak at it from beside you, standing on his tippy-toes.
You only had the chance to read around one line that said something akin to ‘my midnight beauty’ before Luke grabbed it and threw it in the toilet, wasting no time in flushing it. So much for that.
That day there was even a second, with Grimm instead hollering out of the large stained glass window in the dining room, leaving the others to give you an odd look.
“Mammon again?” Solomon inquired.
You didn’t even bother answering, just nodded in defeat as you pressed your forehead to the table. He took the letter, reading it and snickering before tossing it into the fire place. At least you had a support system?
That night, just as you thought you would finally get some peace, there was another peck on your window.
You rubbed your hands down your face, groaning. This was never going to end.
You walked over and shut your blinds, but it was useless. Grimm continued to peck like it was his lifes purpose until it was impossible to ignore, no matter how hard you pressed your pillow to your ears.
You dragged your curtains open, the sound of metal dragging sending shivers up your spine. You unlocked the window and tugged it open, once again tempted to slam it in the crow’s face before you remember it was Mammon you were annoyed with, not Grimm. Don’t shoot the messenger, or whatever.
You unroll it, expecting yet another long paragraph in a messy attempt at formality.
M/c.
Come home.
You tilted your head. That’s pretty vague. You searched to see if maybe there was something on the other side, but all you were met with was a strange looking sigil that you took too long to realize was starting to glow.
Your eyes widened and you went to drop it, but it was too late. In less than a second all you could see was blinding white light, dulling your senses until you had to squeeze your eyes shut.
When they opened again, you had to squint until the blob infront of you came into focus. You could only look at him for a split second before you were being encompassed in a hug so tight it could’ve crushed your ribs.
A stronger person would’ve pushed him away, but it was hard to not be weak for him. You relaxed and hugged him back, running a hand through his hair patiently until he was ready to let go.
“M/c…..” he whined your name, somehow pulling you even closer until there wasn’t a single breath of air between the two of you. “I missed you.”
You shake your head. “No really?”
He pulls his head from where its tucked against your neck to pout at you. “A week. I didn’t hear from you for a whole week! and this is how you treat me?” He huffs, and you can’t help but giggle. “Tsk, who says I wanted to see you anyway… .”
You raise an eyebrow. You don’t even need to list out the dozens of evidence for him, he’s well aware of his actions this past week. Just the way he was clinging to you like he was worried you would vanish again was a clear tell.
Now that you could see his face, he was a mess. His eyes and nose had that hue to them that they always got after he cried, and you almost didn’t realize you were now in his room with how messy it was.
Sure you were upset with him, but this whole thing had been kind of a joke. You didn’t know it affected him this badly, you were only gone for a week! What, did he have no object permanence?
You cupped his face, pulling him into a soft kiss that he immediately melted into. He moved his hand to rest on the back of your neck, deepening the kiss until you had to shove him away just to breathe.
Your chest heaved as you caught your breath, slapping a hand over his lips when he immediately tried to dive back in. “You swear you’ll listen to what I ask you from now on?”
He nodded so quick it could’ve cause whiplash. “I promise.”
You scratched his scalp and he hummed contentedly. “Don’t leave again. I love you.”
You smiled. “I won’t, I promise.”
His fangs teasingly nipped your shoulder and you jumped, swatting him. “Hey-! I love you too, idiot.”
“And I really am sorry,” he added, pulling away so you could see the sincerity in his eyes when he said it.
You huff, thinking back to the spray-paint you were surprised Barbatos hadn’t already killed him for, the fridge, the letters, etc. “Never would’ve guessed.”
a/n: sorry if there are any mistakes, this has been rotting in my drafts and I was too lazy to proofread it 🥲 anyway m/c stronger than me cause I would’ve folded on day 1…also grimm desperately needs a raise, mammon has him doing too much💔
people DESPERATE in the notes to explain why the way THEY engage with harry potter is morally pure. It's like white people talking about rap music in there! Libraries buy the books! Fanfiction maintains a conversation around the IP! There is NO WAY to enjoy harry potter in 2025 without publicly supporting JK Rowling!
Please stop fucking reading it so the library doesn't have to pay her money. I am a transgender librarian and I am not allowed to not replace old damaged HP books, people read them so we need to have them on our shelves, and what she does with the money doesn't factor into it.
STOP READING HARRY FUCKING POTTER.
I used to be into it! In-depth character analysis, wizard rock, irl quidditch, but when she outed herself as a piece of shit, I couldn't support it anymore!
ASK YOUR LIBRARY FOR OTHER BOOKS TO READ AND STOP READING HARRY FUCKING POTTER.
it bothers me when someone brings up misogyny in shounen anime and people shrug it off with "its designed for teenage boys, what can you expect." like well. idk i think its actually pretty important that shows for teenage boys are normal about women. i mean i think all media should be normal about women but teenagers are impressionable i think we could put a little bit of feminism in the teenage boy shows. it might do some good. you never know.
- Mammon is the only one that would wear piercings aside from Asmo.
- Leviathan is the skinniest and ill looking on account of being a big shut in. Also when I think ab the demon theme of Leviathan as a sea snake I think him having a skinny frame suits him.
- Belphagor has distinct moles bc of his cow theme.
- Lucifer and Satan have the same face shape with a slight difference in structure. Lucifer has a bit more visible wrinkles and is just sliiightly tanner than Satan.
- Satan looks like a younger Lucifer if you stare at him long enough (lets lookalike and not tell papa)
- Beel and Belph have the same face shape because they’re twins, but they both look drastically different because of the lifestyle they operate.
- Belphs is pretty average looking, but compared to Beels more fuller and tanner build he looks more weak in comparison.
And there was somethin bout you that now I can’t remember 🔊🔊🔊
Per request (sorry it took forever!!)
Put more story than I planned in it and it’s taking years off my life 💀
Tags: fem!reader, hero!reader, reader was childhood friends w/ touya, mutual stalking, main events take place after his reveal, smut, virgin dabi, experienced reader, reunion sex, raw sex, cumming early, cumming inside, touya’s pretty pathetic during sex, highkey loverboy touya towards the end, kinda angsty?, more like bittersweet
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“…And when we’re both heroes, we can have agencies right next to each other!”
“Sure…if it wouldn’t hurt your feelings too much being next to the #1 hero all the time!”
Rolling your eyes, you’d looked at him sideways and cocked your hip out. “How’re you gonna be #1 if you keep gettin’ burned like that?”
Touya had frowned at the reminder, his hand subconsciously rubbing over a little red splotch on his arm. “…Once I learn how to control it, I’ll be the best for sure, okay?”
“Okayyy…” You’d drawled out, staying in place for a second before reaching down to touch the same little scar. “…I think they make you look kinda cool, though.”
He’d blushed a tiny bit at the touch and your compliment, a boyish reaction he could’ve easily blamed on the summer sun. Then, he pulled away with an abrupt yell. “Yuck! You’re gonna give me your cooties!”
You’d laughed and pushed Touya’s shoulder then, watching his mixed red and white hair ruffle in the wind. He just snickered and ran off ahead, making you chase after him. You did, of course, laughing and smiling and calling his name as you reached for him.
“Come back, Touya…!”
A cold wind blows, tunneling through the alleyway and making you shiver in the darkness of the eerily quiet neighborhood.
“…T-Touya…”
He grins, staying casually stood there with his hands in his pockets, just watching you. He doesn’t try to come closer yet, but he knows you won’t run. Despite your wide eyes and trembling hands, you’re not scared in the slightest.
And he knows exactly why…
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Exactly 7 months, 2 weeks, and 5 days ago…you met Dabi for the first time.
It was warm that day- annoyingly hot and annoyingly busy at the agency, like one last summer curse before the sweet reprieve of autumn. The hero you work under was running around the city on multiple calls for help, because it was just one of those days. That meant that you and a couple other sidekicks were left to handle the smaller distress calls and patrol.
And so it goes, with you strolling around alone, head on a swivel for any reason to jump into action. It comes as a sudden alert on your communicator- a cop’s voice filtering through and requesting aid from any available hero or sidekick. And so, like the good hero you were are, you immediately took off to go help those in need.
You didn’t expect that one simple distress call to end with the scent of singed flesh in your nose, and the sound of crackling flames and dying screams in your ears.
You didn’t expect to come face to face with one of the men who would later become one of the most wanted criminals in the country.
You didn’t expect him to smile.
“You’re as pretty as I remember.” He’d said, far too casually after just burning down a dozen people. “It’d be a shame to ruin that just yet.”
The shock of his words was harder than the shock of being spared. He left you there, beaten and alone, surrounded by the charred corpses of your friends and colleagues, and with one burning question in your mind…
Who the hell is he?
—
One question turned into two, and two into a dozen.
Who is he?
What did he mean by that?
When did you two ever meet before?
Why were you spared?
How does he know you?
How do you apparently know him?
The questions had driven you mad, at some point. Investigation had led to curiosity, and curiosity to obsession.
Suddenly, everything was about finding out everything you could about Dabi. Every mission was a hope to find some link to him. Every news article was saved and analyzed. Every walk was taken with the sole intention of running into him. Every villain encounter was accompanied by a questioning specifically targeted around him.
The sudden shift of power towards the uprising League of Villains changed things. Suddenly, there was actual documentation of him everywhere.
You tailed him, of course, under the excuse of wanting to catch the man who murdered so many people you once knew. Your boss said you were a better hero for it. The public commended your efforts to keeping the country safe.
Nobody knew the real reason for your single-minded interest, or just how far the obsession ran.
—
…Nobody except Dabi himself, anyway.
But you don’t know that yet.
That’s how it always used to go when you were kids, too. He knows something, and you find out later.
He’d been watching you for longer than he’d like to admit. After coming to terms with his new reality, he focused more on himself and his revenge than anything else. Everything in the whole world could burn down, and he wouldn’t care. He could do it himself and feel no remorse.
But there was one tiny, minuscule, singular exception.
You.
Of all the shitty things that happened to him in his childhood, all the abuse and neglect and envy and anger and sadness and betrayal, you were that one little spark of happiness. You made him laugh. You made him feel ‘cool’. You made him forget, even for just a second, about the shit waiting for him back at home. You made him feel wanted.
And now, even all these years later, you’re still the only person who can make him feel something.
So, Dabi watched.
He watched you get accepted to UA, and complete your hero training.
He watched you graduate and join your agency.
He watched you start climbing the ranks, slowly but surely, making a real ‘difference’ in the world like you always wanted.
He also watched every date.
Every night out.
Every hookup.
Every lonely night in your apartment.
Dabi’s not jealous, of course. He knows you’re just lonely, just biding time until you find him. He knows you think about him every time some other guy makes you cum. And he knows you whisper his name every time you make yourself cum.
That’s all what makes this moment so special.
You, standing right in front of him, staring at him with an indescribable expression. It’s dark and quiet, the neighborhood long since evacuated after all the chaos the League caused breaking into all those prisons.
But no, you’re not scared. Cautious, maybe, but more than that, you’re…happy.
“…T-Touya…”
It comes out more breathless than you’d initially intended, although you could blame it more on all the running if you really wanted to. Your heart is pounding against your ribs, your stomach flipping and your brain nearly short-circuiting.
You hardly even recognize him. You’ve been trailing Dabi for months, yes, but this is Touya now. Your Touya, but looking at him now, it’s hard to really see him…
“Yeah, I know…” He drawls, reaching up to run a scarred hand through his white hair. “I’m kinda disgusting now…But you’re still the same, aren’t you?”
You shake your head a little, although you’re not sure if you’re denying that he looks disgusting or that you haven’t changed. Because you have. The one thing that hasn’t changed is the way you feel about him- as Dabi or Touya.
You’d seen his video, of course, although it was after the fact since you were busy on the battlefield when he’d released it. When you saw it later, you were floored. Dabi- the man you’d been keeping tabs on for months, was actually Touya the whole time? Disbelief, at first. Shock. Then, anger, at his family- particularly his father. Then sadness, at what he must’ve gone through. Then, finally…hope, for even the slightest chance that you could have him back.
Touya barely blinks as you suddenly close the distance, your body thudding into his, your arms wrapping tight around his neck as you cling to him. He doesn’t hug you back- doesn’t even lift a finger- he just lets you hold him. Actually, he finds it a little funny how safe you seem to think you are…but he did spare you once, so he can’t fault you for it.
“Oh my god-.” You gasp, pulling away just enough to look at him, your hand reaching up to tweak at his white hair a little. The smile spreading on your face unnerves him a bit…but he doesn’t push you away. “All this time…it’s been you…”
Blue eyes stare down at you, cold and unwavering, and yet not threatening. He watches passively as your smile trembles a little before it falters, tears welling in your eyes instead. A bit tentatively, you look him over, your eyes trailing the scars and staples as if you haven’t seen them a hundred times on who you thought was a complete stranger.
“What…what happened to you?” You ask, cupping his face now and turning his head side to side. Surprisingly, he lets you. “We all-…I thought you-.”
“Died. Yeah, I know.” He cuts you off, far too casually when talking about his own death all those years ago. Finally reaching up, Touya grabs your wrists and tugs your hands away from his face, grinning lightly at the way you go slack in his grip and blink back tears. “But I didn’t…Not fully, anyways.”
You blink in confusion, staring up at him like you can extract the secrets from his mind without even asking. It’s impossible, though. He’s closed off- entirely stoned in and impenetrable.
But still… “W-why didn’t you come back, then…?”
Your question makes his grin sharpen a bit, his grip tightening on your wrists. And yet despite his reaction, he avoids a direct answer. “I didn’t mean anything to them, y’know…But I did to you. I still do to you, don’t I?”
He asks like he already knows, but you nod anyways, looking at him with a sort of desperate expression like you’re begging him to believe you…as if you have to prove anything to him. “O-of course- of course you do, Touya-.”
Stifling a little grunt this time, he lets you slide your wrists out of his grip and hug around his neck again. It’s tighter this time, like it’s fully set in that it’s him. Touya stays still again, feeling you tuck your face against his neck, one of your hands trailing up into his hair. Slowly, he slides an arm around your waist, not really hugging you back so much as keeping you in place.
Your breath catches a little as he finally pulls you closer, your guard completely down as you press against him. Touya rests his chin on your shoulder, glancing side long at the side of your head flatly as your breaths tremble with little tears.
…You’re so fucking lucky…
“Why the hell are you crying?” He grumbles, his free hand coming up to fist a bit meanly in your hair, but he doesn’t tug.
You just hug him tighter, pressing your face into the skin of his neck, uncaring of the way his scars burn or scratch a bit at your skin. Mumbling quietly, you press your whole body against his. “I just…m-missed you, Touya…”
He grunts softly in response, rolling his eyes. You really are lucky, y’know. Lucky he didn’t kill you the first time, lucky he let you keep tabs on him, lucky he called you here, and fucking lucky he’s letting you blubber all over him like this.
Most of all, you’re lucky that you’re still the only person who can make him feel…something.
Still though, he can’t help but question you, the way you’re clinging to him, even after everything. “…Do you honestly think you’re safe right now?”
You pause at his sudden question, a little sniffle leaving you as you pull back a bit from his neck and look down either side of the street as if some external threat is nearby. Shaking your head, you respond quietly, your fingers toying with the tips of his hair. “Y-yeah…I checked around, the place is evacuated…”
For a hero, you really are stupid. Or maybe your brain is just fried from seeing him. Either way, Touya is rolling his eyes again…but he decides to play along with your slow realization.
“Then why’re you here?” He drawls, his eyes tracing over the profile of your face as you try to see into the darkness surrounding the both of you.
You let go of him with one hand just to wipe the moisture off your cheeks, then rest it on his shoulder. “I-I got a distress call…”
The silence stretches for a second as Touya waits to see if you’ll put the pieces together…but you don’t.
“Uh-huh…” He rumbles lowly, letting go of your hair to slowly grab your jaw instead, turning your face back towards his. “So if this place is empty…then who called for help?”
“I-.” You stop short on whatever response you were about to give, your eyes widening as you look up at him, because…he’s right. You confirmed it yourself- the place is evacuated. There aren’t even any criminals or squatters around that you saw- no one except, “…You?”
Touya smirks a little as the realization washes over you, and when your little mumble reaches his ears. He doesn’t say anything, and he doesn’t have to. You go a bit rigid in his hold now but you don’t try to pull away, his earlier question of if you ‘honestly think you’re safe’ playing over again in your head. Because he wasn’t talking about some random attack…he was asking if you truly think you’re safe with him.
“Dumb little hero, just like the rest of ‘em.” He teases lowly, shaking your head in a truly condescending way. His other arm tightens around your waist, trapping you against him. “I expected more from someone who’s been stalking me for months now…”
This time, you go fully rigid, lips parting and eyes widening like saucers. The two points finally fully connect in your head. You’ve known for a few days now- Touya is Dabi. Obviously. But…Dabi is Touya. The very same person. So he knows everything- he saw everything- and now he knows- well, he’s always known-…fuck, how much does he know?
“Hmm…” Touya hums lowly, grinning wider as he squishes your cheeks mockingly between your fingers. “You’ve always been a little slow, haven’t you? Honestly, baby, use your head sometimes.”
“I-…” You cut yourself, not even knowing what to say. Your hand comes up to grab his wrist while you try to pull your face from his grip, not trying to escape, but trying to get a little bit of space.
“Bit late to start running.” He mocks, holding you tighter around the waist but letting go of your face. Instead, he slides his hand around the back of your head and grabs a fistful of your hair.
Gasping softly, you lean back as much as you can, your cheeks quickly getting hotter. Fuck, seriously, how much does he know? “T-Touya-.”
“Embarrassed now?” He snickers, giving your hair a little tug as he closes whatever microscopic distance you manage to get between the two of you. “It’s late for that too. What exactly is so embarrassing, huh?”
Your face gets hotter, images flashing in your mind. The times you followed him back to his hideout. The times you hung around in the alleyway below his window, just listening to the silence. The times you crept up that wall while he was gone, peering inside. The one time you actually went inside and snagged a shirt off his floor.
And all the times after that where you smothered your face in the shirt and fucked yourself stupid.
“Is it because I caught you?” He questions lowly, leaning in closer and closer. “Or is it because you know who I am now?”
Your lips part uselessly, your hands fisting in the front of his jacket in a feeble attempt to hold him at bay.
“Or maybe…” His voice lowers to a whispered drawl, but his grin doesn’t budge. “…it’s because I knew the whole time…Who we are to each other…And you were perving around for a guy you thought was a stranger…”
“T-Touya…” It’s whispered this time, and you can feel your heart starting to pound harder than before.
“Is that all you can say?” He teases, his face just inches from yours now, his eyes burning into yours. “Don’t be shy, baby…I thought we were friends.”
Your eyes dart between his almost frantically. Shit…so…he definitely knows more than you thought, then. Face fully flushing and heart surging with something close to panic, assuming he must be mad at you, you finally stammer out the only thing you can think of. “I-I’m- I’m sorry, Touya, I-.”
“No you’re not.” He cuts you off again, finally dropping that (admittedly unsettling) grin. Completely serious now, he leans in eeeven closer, his breath on your face as he lowers his voice enough to make you shudder. “You’re not sorry…And neither am I.”
Blinking up at him uselessly, obviously confused, you pause again. What does he have to be sorry for?
Instead of elaborating, Touya keeps leaning in closer and closer, making your heart beat out of your chest as your eyes dart between his and his lips. You weren’t expecting this- he’s being really forward- not that you’re complaining- but seriously, is he about to just kiss-
…He pulls away. Very abruptly, in fact.
Touya snickers as you flush and sputter, as if he can see your mind reeling. Grabbing your wrist firmly, he lets go of your waist and instead starts dragging you down the street, forcing you to keep up with his strides. You stumble behind him, eyes wide and brain struggling to come up with something to say.
He drags you into some random, abandoned house with a confidence like he scoped it out beforehand. It’s dark and cold inside, but warmer than outside. He shuts the front door and locks it, grinning darkly as he tugs you in close again.
“Kinda place I wanted to get with you someday.” He drawls, pressing you back against the door and pinning you there with a firm hand beside your head. You blink at him, waiting for your eyes to adjust while your heart patters against your ribs. “Didja know that? I had it all planned out…”
“S-seriously?” You speak before you can really think about it, your vision slowly adjusting to see how close he is to you.
Nodding slowly, Touya grins at you with a sort of deranged softness, like those particular memories hurt him. “Mhmmm…Figured we’d both become heroes, just like we wanted…And I’d eventually grow the balls to ask you out…” He leans in closer, his free hand coming to rest heavily on your hip. “…And I’d get us a nice place, just me and you…Sounds nice doesn’t it?”
This time, it’s you nodding. And you mean it too. You can see him fully now, the creepy grin on his face, the dilation of his pupils- and yet, you’re still not scared even after everything. Because you wanted that too. A life with him, a home with him, a future with him. You still do, honestly.
“Yeah?” He chuckles lowly, as if he can’t believe it. “What about now? Or am I too disgusting for you?”
“I still w-want it.” You murmur, hesitantly resting a hand on his arm while your other one reaches up and hovers an inch away from his face. “I want…”
Touya’s grin falters a little now, as if he wasn’t expecting you to actually mean it. It’s almost unthinkable that you could possibly still want him even after everything…but the proof is in the way you’re looking at him right now. It pisses him off, really, the way you still get to him.
He doesn’t wanna see the look on your face, or hear the soft words coming out of your mouth.
So instead, he closes his eyes, and shuts your mouth with his own.
Your world shifts as Touya kisses you. It’s rough- not in a demanding way- but in a way that tells you that you’re not escaping…not that you even want to.
God, you don’t even know how long you’ve wanted this. Ever since you learned what kissing was as a kid- ever since you realized you liked Touya- ever since he disappeared and you wished you’d taken the chance- ever since Dabi came into your life- and ever since you found the two are one in the same.
So, after just a seconds hesitation, you wrap your arms around his neck and press in just as hard. Your lips are desperate against his, pulling him closer and silently begging for more.
Touya responds in kind, inexperienced but undeniably needy for more. He slides both hands around your waist, heated palms only getting hotter as your soft lips move with new vigor against his. Pinning you rougher to the door, he tilts his head to kiss you deeper, biting at your bottom lip before pushing further.
Your hands travel into his hair, now tugging instead of playing or caressing. You couldn’t care less about his hands starting to burn through your clothes or the taste of your own blood mixing in your mouth- every iota of your being in focused him. His lips. His body. His presence. A breathy little moan leaves your lips before you can stop it, and Touya can’t help but groan.
He pulls away with a harsh gasp, lips wet as he stares at you with a terrifying intensity. “Fuck…” He rasps, one hand coming up to hold the back of your head as he dives down to latch onto your neck. “Should’ve done this so much fucking sooner…”
God do you agree. Eyes still closed in bliss, you tilt your head to give him more access, only tugging him closer as he bites and sucks harsh marks into your skin like he’s trying to make something that will last forever.
Your quiet gasps and tiny moans fill the chill air of the abandoned living room, but they reverberate more in Touya’s head than the empty space. He’s wanted this for as long as you have, and now that he’s had a taste? After all these years? He can’t hold back anymore…
A louder gasp leaves your lips when he rips his away from your neck, his chest heaving as he grabs your wrist once again and starts tugging you through the dark.
“We’re going to bed, Sweetheart.”
His words, a low and raspy command, shock you a bit. Not the implication- it’s the way he says it- as if you two actually live here together or something. Like he’s…playing house.
Still, you follow him, sliding your hand down so he’s holding it instead of your wrist. He pauses for just a second, then his fingers grab tightly…but he doesn’t turn to let you see his face.
Touya keeps a tight grip on your hand all the way up the stairs and down a hallway until you make it to the master bedroom…as if he’s been here before. Without hesitation, he shuts the door and walks you over to the bed.
“Lay down.” He commands you yet again, letting go of your hand to shrug off his jacket while keeping his eyes to the side.
When you hesitate, he turns and glares daggers at you, but he pauses in undressing. “…You better not be backing out now-.”
“N-no- No.” You reassure quickly, shaking your head and taking a tentative seat on the edge of the bed. “I’m just, uh…”
Touya frowns as you trail off, the hunger and desperation buzzing just beneath his skin…but he keeps it at bay for just a second later. Letting out a rough huff, he tosses his jacket to the floor and looks down at you, obviously expecting you to state whatever thoughts are dragging this out.
You squirm a little under his intense, almost cold stare. Glancing away, you finally speak up a bit tentatively. “Well…obviously you knew who I was the whole time…So why did you…wait so long?”
There’s silence for a moment…two moments…
Then, Touya finally lets out a sigh.
You look back up at him and blink in surprise at what you find. He’s smiling. Not really at you, more like at some distant thought- but he’s really smiling.
“…You know what comes after this, don’t you?”
When you just blink up at him, Touya scoffs softly and shakes his head. “Idiot…” He moves in closer, pushing you back further onto the bed as he crawls between your thighs, drawling lowly as he pins you down. “In case you haven’t noticed, there’s a big fight coming. And I can only assume my father will be the one dealing with me…”
Laying down slowly under him, you feel your heart race in equal measure with your mind, trying to understand what he’s implying while he muddles your mind. He plants his hands on either side of your head, hips slotted between your thighs, shadows cast over his face.
“…I only wanted to come to you after you figured out who I am…You just happened to be too dumb to figure it out for yourself.” He mocks, slowly leaning down closer. “And now, I’ll only get to fuck you once before I finally die with him-.”
“No-.” You blurt it out before you can stop yourself, sounding more devastated than he’d expected.
Touya pauses, looking down at you with subtly widened eyes. He hadn’t thought you’d be this…sad about it. To him, it’s the only obvious ending to his story. It’s what’s kept him alive all this time. But to you…it’s losing someone you care about for a second time.
“You can’t- you can’t die, Touya, c’mon-.” You’re smiling like it’s a ridiculous thought while you say it, but your eyes are getting all misty again.
He lets you reach up and grab at his shoulders, your hands a comfortable pressure against the burns etched into his skin. Still, his voice is firm and uncaring as he responds. “I’m going to. Calm down.”
‘Calm down’? He wants you to calm down about him saying he’s gonna die after you just got him back? Your eyes water even more, a slow trickle of panic welling up inside you- settling deep in your chest and making your heart ache.
Touya rolls his eyes as he watches you get all worked up. Always so emotional…
He kisses you again- abrupt, rough, and a silent command to shut the fuck up. You gasp against his lips this time, your hands fisting in his shirt in a weak attempt to push him off. It’s not that you don’t want to kiss him, but…fuck, you need to talk about this, right?
Wrong, apparently, because Touya only pushes harder. He doesn’t pull away, doesn’t let you get even a centimeter between your lips or bodies. He needs this- needs you. What he doesn’t need is some useless, emotional conversation.
Eventually, you get the message. Your lips soften under his, your fists flattening on his shoulders before running up to his hair and pulling him closer. He can feel the wetness on your cheeks, but your body relaxes under his. You know what he’s trying to say. He doesn’t need anything other…than this. No words- no plans- no titles or jobs-…just this. Just each other.
When he pulls away, you sniffle a little, letting go of him to wipe the rest of your tears, and yet still managing to smile up at him. Touya stares down at you- your quiet acceptance, your bittersweet happiness.
At least you get it now…
—
“Listen, I…I’ve never actually done this before…”
Well, you could tell that by now. Even though you’re covered in bruises and hickeys, even though the skin from your neck to your thighs is covered in wet kisses, even though your thighs are trembling from cumming on his fingers, you could tell Touya is a complete virgin.
Smiling a bit breathlessly, you reach up and caress the side of his face, watching his pupils dilate as he stares at you and leans into the touch. That’s another thing you’ve noticed about him while getting to this point.
Touya is absolutely starving for affection, and the way he softens for it by now is insane.
“I know…” You reassure, bringing him down closer from where he was kneeling between your thighs. “It’s okay. I’ll help you…”
He shivers above you, panting lightly as his cock throbs painfully between you two. You feel it on your lower tummy as he gets closer, his bare hips pressing against yours. Pressing a slow kiss to the seam between the scarred and unscarred skin on his cheek, you guide his free hand down to your thigh, helping him lift it up over his hip.
He holds your leg there with his free hand, a shaky gasp leaving his lips as you reach down and gently grab his cock, guiding it to your entrance. You watch him glance between your eyes and down between your bodies, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly.
God knows how much Touya’s thought about this moment. Embarrassing enough, when he was about 13 and learned what sex actually is online, he thought about you. A bit later, he came to his own conclusions about what happened between his parents, and was under the impression it has to be like that between couples. So he swore it off, because obviously he wouldn’t want to hurt you.
Then, after he became Dabi and started seeing more of the world, he realized it doesn’t have to be like that. It can be fun, and warm, and intimate, and loving. And even though all of those things seemed equally unimportant and impossible now, he still held onto just a tiny little speck of hope that maybe he can still have a connection with you like that.
And now he is.
Even though he knows you’ve been with other men before, which he didn’t like…but at the end of the day it doesn’t matter. Because now he has you.
With a small breath and a light squeeze of your hand around his cock, Touya finally pushes into you…and you both nearly collapse.
Fuck, you’ve both wanted this so badly for so long. He’s wanted your warmth. You’ve wanted his love.
“O-oh, fuck—.” He sounds ravaged already, his head dropping to your shoulder as his tip throbs and pulses inside you. “Hah— B-baby, please—.”
You’re momentarily shocked by the way his voice cracks and he begs, but he shocks you even more by grabbing your hand with his free one and interlacing your fingers. His grip crushes your hand, but you don’t care because he’s pushing further in, stretching you out to take him deeper and deeper.
Touya actually fucking dies when he bottoms out in you. Fuck, this is what he’s been missing? This warmth, this wetness, this squeeze? Not to mention the way you feel under him, your hand grasping his, your little breaths and moans in his ear. God, he’s pissed at himself for making this some type of game— he should’ve fucked you right there in that alleyway and every day since then.
The thought makes a pained groan leave his lips, but it breaks at the end as he throbs heavily inside you.
“T-Touya—.”
“Don’t—.”
He doesn’t sound half as demanding as he means to, his voice shaky and weak in your ear. You reach up with your free hand to pet his hair, just feeling him twitch and throb and swell inside you just from staying still. His hand squeezes yours so hard your bones creak a little, and his hand on your thigh digs in so hard there will be dark bruises tomorrow.
But he’s shaking. Touya, for all his stubbornness and pride and cruelty, is shaking atop your body, unable to move or talk or even think.
Smiling fondly even as you ripple around him, you pet his hair gently and turn your head to place a soft kiss to his cheek, whispering softly and feeling him shiver a bit. “…Are you okay?”
Finally finding the composure to move a bit, Touya pulls his face from your neck to look down at you. He’s completely flushed, his eyes lidded and dilated, his lips shiny with spit. Swallowing thickly, he nods a bit, looking into your eyes like he needs it to keep himself from going insane.
“I just…” He starts roughly, needing to catch his breath already. “…I should’ve d-done this sooner…”
Giggling softly, you nod in agreement, whimpering softly as he jumps inside you just from the sound of your laugh. “N-no shit— mm!”
“Ngh!—…Killin’ me…”
You hardly get to decipher his low grumble before he’s smushing his lips to yours and finally pulling out, torturously slowly. Clinging to each other and gasping against each other’s lips, you both only get needier with the mounting anticipation.
Then, with perhaps a bit too much confidence for the way he’s literally hanging by a thread, Touya snaps his hips and rams back in like he’s done this a million times before.
The resulting hard clench of your pussy and sweet moan from your lips rewires his brain, and he feels his mind go blank as the hardest orgasm of his life washes over him.
Touya’s dropping back down into your neck, a guttural, raw moan ripping from his throat as he shoots rope after rope of cum deep into you. Teeth sinking into your skin and hands grabbing like he’ll die without you, he shudders and shakes as his eyes roll back and his ears ring.
Your eyes go wide, little mewls leaving your lips at the sudden warmth and fullness of his cum. But more than anything, you’re absolutely endeared. You hold him through the shaking, through the gasps for breath, through the natural embarrassment of losing control so quickly.
“Touya…”
“Sh-shut up— ngh!”
Stifling a giggle- not at him, but at the way he still insists on ordering you around- you pry his face from the crook of your neck again. This time, he’s even more flushed, eyes even more big and desperate, lips trembling lightly. Yet, despite the flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, he keeps himself there.
“Are you okay?” You ask again, smiling this time as he frowns.
“…Yes.” He insists gruffly, even though he’s still clinging to you.
Then, with as much of a smirk as he can manage right now, Touya growls lowly, “…Just got it out of my system, is all…”
—
Touya, in fact, did not get it out of his system.
He’s cum twice since then, both surprising him and leaving him absolutely dazed. You’re just surprised he’s still hard.
“Oh, fuck!— Hah!” He’s been rambling since his last orgasm, spilling his guts while he ruins yours. “I’m sorry— Ngh—! I’m s-sorry, baby— Ah—!”
You can barely keep up with what he’s apologizing for. Not with your thighs pressed to your chest and his cock plunging into you like he’s trying to make up for the decade of being apart. Lips shiny with drool and eyes rolled back, you only scrape your nails over his scarred back harder as he nails your cervix with a harsh desperation.
“I’m s-sorry— I’m sorry— Mm—! I sh-shoulda— Ah—! Shoulda c-come t’you— Shoulda told y-you— Hah—!” Touya can’t stop himself. It’s like your pussy or your voice or just you in general completely unraveled him, making him say things he swore he would never admit. “I-I missed you— I d-did— Ngh—! Fuck it’s s-so good—!”
That’s what he’s apologizing for? So much for not wanting to talk about things…
Swallowing heavily, you focus your eyes and try to get out something coherent besides pleas for more or praises. But he cuts you off, one rough hand traveling down to rub at your clit desperately, making your spine bow off the mattress as you moan.
“God, T-Touya- Ah—!”
“L-love the way you say m-my name—.” Here we go again…
Touya rams into you and circles your clit almost frantically, just yapping above you. He tells you how he could just ‘listen to you f-forever’ and ‘fuck you every d-day like this’. How he’s ‘never felt this g-good’. That he’s ‘s-so fucking sorry he left’ and how he ‘watched you e-every fucking day’ and it ‘hurt to see you with other g-guys’ because he ‘wants to b-be the only guy you w-want’.
Truth be told, you weren’t expecting this. Your brain can’t keep up with all these confessions and vulnerabilities— not when you’re teetering on the edge of the hardest orgasm of your life. So, instead of trying to respond this time, you reach up and grab two fistfuls of his hair, yanking him down in a kiss.
It’s hard, and sloppy, and completely uncoordinated with the way you’re both moaning and whimpering and panting. But it’s response enough. And Touya nearly sobs as you clench down and cum around him.
He doesn’t slow down for a second as you spasm and cry out and nearly tear the hair from his scalp. His still slamming into yours, thumb still on your clit, and lips still greedy against yours, Touya seems absolutely dead-set on making this last as long as humanly possible.
You squirm and whine under him hands running down to his shoulders instead to hang on for dear life as he overstimulates you in the best way. Meanwhile, Touya’s arms wrap under your waist, yanking you flush to his chest and forcing your legs out more over his arms. The position has him hitting even deeper, and you both get that much needier.
The kiss is hardly even a kiss anymore- it’s more of a conversation between lips, conveying the deep, vast ocean of feelings and memories and wants you’ve both been stockpiling this whole time. Touya tilts his head to take more, and you melt to let him have it all.
His already-frantic thrusts get even more erratic. He’s barely holding a rhythm now, just getting himself off with an animalistic need, his fingers pinching at your clit more than rubbing as he pushes you towards your own end. It almost hurts, the way he’s fucking you, but you’ve wanted it for so long that you don’t even care.
Instead, you moan, and you hold tighter, and you whimper, and you cry, and you cum. Again. So fucking hard your whole body feels fuzzy, teetering on the edge of numbness.
Touya does sob this time- open and clear and echoing through the room. He gives one, two, three more devastating thrusts before pushing in as deep as possible and letting go.
This time, his cum is scorching. It sears through your insides like a brand, settling deep and only starting to simmer down after a couple burning moments of shock. You whimper and cry, but he holds you through it, finally pulling away from the kiss to let you breathe only to tuck his face into your neck again.
You hadn’t noticed until now, but he’s absolutely boiling now. His skin is so hot you’re surprised he’s not spontaneously caught you both on fire by now. You both pant and heave, his body collapsing onto yours heavily like a man-sized heating pad. Whining softly in discomfort, you begin to start pushing him off a bit, overwhelmed by the heat.
But then you hear it.
Little sniffles.
And you feel it.
His shoulders trembling lightly.
Softening immediately, you hold him closer, willing to endure his heat for his tears. A hand squeezes down between your shoulder and his face to try and help wipe them away. Instead, his lifts his face a bit to lean into your touch.
Then you see it.
Blood.
Obviously, you’re horrified. He’s crying blood.
“T-Touya!”
Your scared cry snaps him a bit out of his vulnerability, a little sniffle leaving him as he looks down at you. Annoyingly, he looks confused as your hands quickly cup his cheeks, cradling his head like you’re afraid he’s dying right now.
“Why— Why are you— B-blood—?!”
Obviously, you’re so scared and hazy from your orgasm that you can barely string together the words. Touya blinks once before reluctantly letting go of you to wipe his cheeks, looking down at the blood. Then, grinning softly, he shakes his head a little.
“…Shit…That’s normal.” He drawls breathlessly, reaching down now to wipe his blood-tears from your skin instead of his own. “…Sorry, babe.”
“N-normal—?!”
“It’s fine.” He cuts in, his grin growing into a genuine, soft smile that makes your worry fade a bit. “Promise.”
Your eyes flicker between his, trying to see if he’s telling the truth. But before you can decide, he chuckles lowly and leans down to press a real kiss to your lips. Blinking once in surprise at the softness of the kiss, you close your eyes and return it. Touya uses the opportunity to gently pull out, kissing away the little whine you let out.
He keeps lips pressed to yours as he carefully maneuvers your legs back down, then lays down beside you, one hand grabbing your jaw gently to keep your lips against his. Only once he’s fully relaxed next to you does he pull away.
It’s insane, the way he’s looking at you compared to earlier tonight. He looks almost…docile. Like in this moment, in this room, you’re his whole world. It makes your heart ache painfully, swelling with love and impending loss.
You reach up, cupping Touya’s face gently again to help wipe away the slightly unnerving red tear streaks on his cheeks. Softly, you murmur to him, “…What am I gonna do without you?”
Instead of avoiding the topic again, he just huffs a small laugh, his arms wrapping around your waist again to pull you into his chest. He’s not as hot anymore- still obvious running warm, but this time it feels good as soreness already starts setting in.
Once you’re tucked into his chest, Touya responds lowly, stroking your back with his fingers even as he mocks you. “…Find some other guy to stalk?”
Frowning, you immediately reach up to pinch lightly at one of the staples in his chest. He just snickers a little and pulls you impossibly closer.
“Kidding…” He drawls, caressing the dip of your waist now. “…I’d come back and haunt you if you moved on.”
You peek up at him with a little scoff, although your heart flutters at the fact he wants you to be just his. “So I’m supposed to stay loyal to some dead guy for the rest of my life after one fuck?”
Chuckling again at your insult, Touya rolls onto his back and keeps you tucked into his side, his eyes on the ceiling as he sprawls out. But he doesn’t answer.
After a second, you push yourself up onto your elbow and bring your face over his, frowning a little while he looks up at you. “Y’know, if you really want my loyalty, you could just…not do whatever you’re planning.”
“Don’t start.” He grumbles, cupping the back of your head and pulling you back down flat against his chest. “You can’t talk me out of it, so don’t even try.”
You know he’s right.
Even if he looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky, you can’t change his mind. He’s been chasing this for too long, been through too much, felt too much pain to just let it go now.
And it hurts. It hurts to know that, no matter what you do, you’re going to lose him again. Permanently, this time.
But instead of arguing, or crying, or doing anything drastic…you relax. You close your eyes and melt against him, listening to the way his heart beats in sync with yours. You soak in this moment with him, in the quiet of a bedroom that might’ve been yours in another life.
It’s quiet for a few long moments as you both bask in the aftermath of your love. It’s almost silent now. The world outside is so still that you can almost forget about all the chaos he caused. It’s so soft in here that he can almost forget about his own impending death.
“…I love you.” You murmur softly, breaking the silence. “I’ve always loved you, really…”
Swallowing lightly, Touya keeps his eyes on the ceiling. His heart thunders and skips in his chest, but he doesn’t outwardly react. He just pulls you closer, a low sigh leaving his lips before he turns his head to press a subtle kiss to the top of your head.
“…I was just thinking the same thing.”
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MIGHT have lost the plot a LITTLE…but this has been in my drafts for FAR too long so we’re just gonna go with it
you don’t realize how important lunch is until you’re wandering around thinking about how unloveable and untalented and uniquely cursed you are and then it’s 4pm and you finally eat lunch and you go Oh. oh right.
lot of people commenting on this post like "who eats lunch at 4pm that's a terrible time to eat lunch" yes. that is the point. 4pm lunch is inadvisable. 4pm lunch is not the ideal. 4pm lunch makes the mind demons real.
"you should really start writing down your passwords," statics through your headset.
from the other end, you hear low breathing and the soft clacking of the keyboard. you're leaned back in your chair, slightly swiveling from side to side thinking of what clever thing to say to make yourself seem a bit less pathetic.
"well, if you had let me use my middle school lunch ID again, i could have saved you this visit." you pout, fiddling with the button on your collar.
"and the last hundredth if you had remembered the special character you used with it the first time around," he chimes. "you know you get seven tries before the program locks you out? seven. second time this month too."
"hmm, well who's keeping track anyways?"
"i wouldn't be surprised if this could be considered abuse of company resources."
a scoff escapes your lips, "please, i bet i'm single handedly keeping you employed."
"you can at least let me waste my time with something more interesting. i do enough password resets with your brainless branch. "
you could hear the amusement in his voice. it almost makes you want to lean in and get a better listen, but all you can do is turn your volume up.
"yeah? i'll be sure to download some malware before i forget my password again next time. i’ll forward it to the rest of the group too."
the sudden refresh of your screen snaps your attention back to your computer. you don't realize you've been twirling the cord of your headset in between your fingers like a teenager this entire time, almost making you look around your cubicle in embarrassment in case anyone saw.
the quickness is almost disappointing. you’re not sure how many more tech issues you can have before you start to feel too pathetic in your own attempts to make contact with tomura.
silence fills the line as you type in a new password. his faint steady breathing almost makes you want to hold your own breath as if he’s right behind your shoulder.
“gonna remember it this time?”
“gonna miss me if i do?”
your jaw clenches close as soon as the words leave your mouth.
idiot.
“i’m sure something else will come up,” he releases a breathy chuckle. "anything else i can do for you?"
naturally, your cheeks grow warm.
"hmm," you hum, "no i think that'll be it. if you have a computer virus on hand though, feel free to forward that to me.”
he snorts out a laugh, making you do the same. you can’t imagine what you look like right now with a wide grin on your face hunched over your computer.
“uh, just let me know if you need me to take care of anything else. don't worry about submitting a request- it takes longer.”
the line abruptly disconnects. you didn't even get to thank him or ask how to exactly reach him without submitting a request.
you stare at your screen for a moment, adjusting to the droning white noise of the office- the winding gears of the old printer. the clacks of keyboards. the whispered chatters.
once you straighten your spine and shift yourself up in your seat to continue on with your workday, you finally notice a tab in the corner of your screen.
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