dabislittlemouse
*.✧ Dabi’s Wife ✧.*
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dabi is obsessed with your cherry perfume 🍒
he can’t get it out of his head, the sweet smell of the fruit spritzed onto your skin had his head turning the first time you had walked by him. it’s not overpoweringly sweet and he can smell a bit of jasmine as well in the fragrance. this is the first time he’s ever been this enticed before by a perfume. dabi doesn’t bother to compliment you for your perfume choice, but he does show that he is allured by it.
leaning in close to you when he bites at your neck, dabi holds back a groan when he inhales deeply. his teeth leave a bruise on your skin, the sting of his bite making you tremble in excitement but asking him to soothe you now with a kiss. he kisses your lips, your cheek, back to your neck again, at your collarbones, and even on the inside of your wrist. cherries, cherries, cherries—god, he’s getting obsessed.
he fucks you in missionary, one of his least favorite positions but he wants to tuck his nose along your neck to keep as close as possible to your perfume. that and to keep on biting you too. he smothers you in kisses, sometimes silencing your needy little moans and breathy calls of his name. “dabi… oh fuck dabi…!”
his cock fucks deeply into you, your eyes rolling back when he goes balls deep. your cunt clenches tightly before you cum on him. you beg for more, begging for dabi to keep using you as much as he sees fit.
the smell of the room reeks of sex, his cologne, and your perfume melded together in some odd mixture that only smells good to the two of you in the moment. dabi lays back in your girly bed to catch his breath, his head resting comfortably on silk pillowcases and his eyes leisurely glossing over the frames of art, photographs, and the dried bouquet of flowers hung on your wall. he lets you curl up next to him and rest your head on his chest. it’s faint, you had sweat off your perfume when you rode his cock earlier but it’s still there.
days later, dabi smells cherries again but doesn’t see you around. he looks for you but you’re nowhere in sight, and the perfume he’s associated with you doesn’t quite smell the same like the way you wear it. so when you’re in front of him again, it’s when he realizes that it’s not just the perfume you wear that he likes.
he just actually likes you.
#B.recs#I HAVE THIS FRAGRANCE HEHE#i love putting it on#now i’ll think of this whenever i use that perfume 😩
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DAMN this is why I can hardly trust donations 😭
Imagine there are people who really need help but because of these scammers they dont get any help at all when they ask for donations
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Going back to Dabis partner finding out he's Touya, I was talking to my sister and her thought process on the subject was that Dabi would kill them because they know his secret, now me personally? I don't agree with that, I don't think that Dabi would be with someone who he couldn't trust. At the very least, he might lock them away for a while. But I'm eager to know your thoughts on the matter...
I don’t think he’d go that far. Of course he’ll threaten to burn you if you even think about letting that secret out, but he knows you would never.
Like you said as well anon, Dabi would never be with someone whom he would never trust. Of course he has major trust issues, but if he manages to trust you and make you his partner, you won
If you and him come to that point of relationship, where you two are so close that you’ll be able to read him and his thoughts/behavior, its because he allowed you to, that’s how I see it. He trusts you, and even if you find his identity, that poses no threat to him, it might give him strength instead, knowing that you are supportive of his cause and you don’t see him weak because of his past.
Bonus: after Dabi finishes filming the video of exposing Endeavor, he feels tense, his body is burning, the rage and all the memories of his past coming back in his mind have him feeling frustrated once again. You don’t hesitate to run up to him, wrap your arms around his naked body, not minding the warmth it radiates. You caress his back, running your hand through his disheveled dark hair, his breathing is erratic as he clings to you. You both stay like that for a while, in silence, until he calms down. Bringing up his past will never be easy for him. But in your embrace, it doesn’t feel that heavy on him anymore. He feels like he can burn down the whole world as long as you’re beside him.
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Your recent post about '2D men getting off on you hating their guts' got me thinking:
*Female reader, Dabi's rude here, swearing, sexual fantasies, masturbation (male)
Dabi's smirking, knowing it drives you insane that he's laughing at you; because you're irritated that he went into your room without knocking— nearly catching you changing in the process.
'Fuck you, Dabi. And learn to knock.'
'Fuck me yourself, doll. And learn to de-stress.' His knowing wink only brings a frustrated groan out of you, one that he later replays in his mind as he jerks himself.
You'll be in his bed eventually, moaning and screaming for him, he just knows it. But he'll be patient.
-dabihawksluva
HEEUHEUEHEHEH HE IS SUCH A LITTLE SHIT
dabi’s not the type to mess around, doesn’t care to, but i totally see him messing around with you, its such a fun time to pass those boring days at the League’s.
But the more time passes, he starts to notice that this is not just for fun, not when he notices the bulge on his pants after you literally screamed at him for stealing your snacks.
Like, goddamn.. did ya really look this sexy whenever you’re angry? This whole time? It can’t be, probably you dolled up yourself that day… but no, it keeps happening over and over again. And suddenly when Dabi messes with you its not just out of fun, he gets off to it, licking his lips as he sees those pretty eyes of yours full of fury, ready to hit him, and he lets you. If anyone hit him like that they’d turn to ashes, but it’s you. He loves to tease you, test your limits, how far can you go? Would you maybe be so angry at him to the point you’d hate fuck him all night?
He just looooves the idea of it~
@dabihawksluva
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I've been scrolling through your blog for a couple days and I absolutely love it, this isn't a request or anything (I'm not even sure if your requests are open) but I want your thoughts on Dabis s/o figuring out he's Touya before he revealed it to the country.... maybe they noticed a lot of similarities between Dabi and the Todoroki family (the intense eyes 😩) and that Dabis hatred for Endeavor is just a little to... personal
Thank you sm dear anon 🫶🏻 i’m glad you like my silly little dabi blog
𓈒 ﹒ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ ࣭
Dabi never thought that you would actually be so observant over small details like this, it was unexpected, but at the same time he wasn’t entirely surprised, you’re a clever one aren’t ya?
At first he denies it, he had been planning to tell you some day but he didn’t expect for you to find it so soon, he wasn’t mentally prepared for this, he laughs and calls you crazy. But the more you show him the facts, the less he can keep lying to your face. Dabi knows he can’t fool you no more, so he simply gives up. He stops for a moment to think like “damn, do I really look like him?”
“Not entirely” you say. “But your eyes, and that intense gaze of yours full of determination, those eyes are a lot like his.”
Still Dabi’s eyes hold a certain difference compared to Endeavor’s. Dabi’s eyes look like a calm undisturbed ocean at the first glance, but if you look closely you’ll see the storm coming soon, the giant waves about to destroy everything. And just like those, Shoto’s eyes hold the same calmness, a certain coldness, gaze so sharp it can cut you in half.
Nonetheless, both their eyes are intimidating and terrifying, beautiful on their own.
Meanwhile Endeavour’s eyes are constantly full of fury, greed and power, fiery energy ready to burn down everything.
You’ve always noticed the way Dabi’s eyes changed whenever Endeavor was mentioned, no matter how much he tried to hide it, the moment his name was mentioned those ocean eyes glowed bright, that calm ocean was now disturbed, the waves clashing, it frightens you. That kind of reaction was not the same as for any other pro hero, it was simply reserved for Endeavor, so it didn’t take you too long to put two and two together. You thought you were being delusional, that probably there’s nothing into it, but you couldn’t shake that gut feeling, so you kept ‘investigating’ on your own.
Dabi doesn’t know how to feel, someone actually paying attention to him like this, it’s an unfamiliar feeling. Even though you’ve discovered his identity, he sees that your gaze hasn’t changed, you still look at him with the same admiration, even though he is the son of such heinous human being like Endeavor, even though he looks like his father, even though he hid this big secret from you this whole time and lied to you, you still stick by his side, willing to listen to his story, patient and curious, eager to know more of him.
He doesn’t know whether or not to make you shut up by kissing you and hugging you tight. Such a clever little thing and so observant of your partner.
He knows he did the right thing by letting you close to him.
𓈒 ﹒ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ ࣭
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me and the gals talking about fictional men's cocks on tumblr dot com
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No offense but minors will parade around trying to protect a fictional character and then go insert themselves into porn spaces and hard kinks. girl go save yourself you're the child in danger
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this is how touya-nii would've reacted, if he had heard shouto
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Ok ok ok how about a drabble with dabi and a gn s/o that wanted to be an artist before joining the LOV? They don't have much time for art anymore so instead they doodle in their notebook during meetings, usually they're lil drawings of the league members. Maybe one day dabi stumbles upon their secret sketchbook open to a page just filled with sketches of him. Like there's detailed drawings of him with lil doodles of the s/o holding his hand/kissing him and there's lil hearts everywhere and lil notes that say stuff like "I love him :)" next to them, real dorky shit. I know it's really cheesy but the thought makes me really really happy.
STOP I WISH I COULD DRAW 😅
This is so cute, this ask! Reminds me of the last one about the bookworm reader.
Spontaneous Muse-Dabi Oneshot
*Gender neutral reader (their behavior is up to interpretation; I just wrote this ask based on how I saw it), fluff, Dabi being a little shit
Tags: @mossy-opal @doumadono @the-milk-anon @dreamcastgirl99
Most people would look at you and say that you're a villain, who happens to also be a part of the LOV. And your Quirk, which allowed you to conjure up any animal you could think of (as long as they were terrain appropriate), was something that you accidentally discovered.
It wasn't your fault that you were thinking of hippos as a kid, while drawing, and then suddenly one just started a rampage, right? Which, later landed you in trouble, unfortunately.
The headache that came as a side effect, along with the hippo disappearing an hour later wasn't even the worst of it.
That, along with the scrutiny from school, and the public, led you to a life of crime.
It could be worse though. The League's base wasn't awful, but it wasn't the greatest thing ever. And they were all dangerous too. But between running from the law, attacking heroes, and trying to sleep or eat, you barely had any time to draw anymore.
Some nights, you'd stay up for as long as you could, sketching out the people in your life that you kind of had a bond with. Not exactly friends, not enemies, but close enough that you'd look out for them.
There were countless pages in your sketchbook with sketches or little doodles.
Toga smiling, her eyes lit with a maniacal glee. Compress adjusting his hat. Twice laughing. Shigaraki sitting with his legs crossed, one foot over the opposite knee, his signature hands where they usually sat on his body. Kurogiri wiping a glass. Magne dancing.
You'd even drawn a stick figure portrait of all of them, standing side by side.
But Dabi took up most of your sketchbook.
A candid one where he was sitting back on a couch, his left foot resting on the opposite knee, conversing casually with Shiggy and Compress. One of him shrouded by his flames, looking absolutely deadly but so, so stunning. Another where he was resting his arms on the side of a chair, the main focal point being his hands—scarred, slim, but so dangerous and capable of unimaginable horrors.
But the little comments you'd write around the drawings were one reason why you hoped anyone would see your drawings.
'Cute.'
'Such nice hands!'
'Ahh, I love him!'
You'd probably change your name and flee the country if you could.
You'd set your pencils down and headed to the kitchen to grab a snack, your sketchbook closed on your desk.
Which unfortunately left your room open to Dabi, who was going around irritating everyone. And you were next, after Twice.
Dabi called your name, swinging open your bedroom door, and seeing your empty room. 'Hmm...' he murmured.
His eyes spied the sketchbook on your desk, along with the several sets of pencils you used to sketch.
He said nothing, only crossing over and gingerly flipping open the book, seeing a sketch of the League, laughing and talking around a fire.
He remembered that one; you all had been huddling in an alley, in pursuit of a lesser known Hero. And everyone else was cold that night.
His curiosity piqued as he flipped through the pages. Twice and Compress laughing. Toga's disguise melting away to show her smiling face.
Your art style was amazing, he noted. Realism, he'd heard it was called.
Dabi couldn't help but feel a sort of admiration for something you were clearly passionate about.
His heart skipped a beat when he flipped the next page.
It was a blown out sketch of him, his flames twining around his fingers, his head slightly tilted to the left as he appeared to be staring down someone. As if they were challenging him, but he'd gladly entertain them anyway before he'd end their life.
It cut off at the chest area, but the detail you put on his collarbones, chest, face and eyes wasn't unnoticed. His eyes—he shook his head.
How were you so talented?
And yet, you managed to make him look elegant.
The next one was of him getting a kiss on the cheek from you. Another of him sitting lazily in a chair, his hands in open view—veins and all.
The tiny words next to the one where he was getting a kiss caught his eyes. 'He's so silly'
Dabi scoffed. 'Alright then, keep saying that.'
There were also little hearts scribbled around the sketches too, making him roll his eyes playfully.
'Oof I love this man!'
Warmth creeps up his face as he closes the sketchbook, leaving your room how he found it.
And just in time, because he passed by you in the hall less than a minute later. 'Oh, hey, Dabi, what's up?'
'Nothing,' He chuckled, 'I just found the funniest thing. And it's quite cute too.'
Your eyebrow raised in question. 'Okay, and what's that, Dabi?'
Should he tell you outright?
Nah, that was too easy.
'The fact that you 'love me.'' He can't contain the laughter that erupts when your eyes widen. 'You—'
'And my hands—'
'Dabi!'
The sound of footsteps running is all that can be heard throughout the base as you shout, 'Dabi, you little shit—!'
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⟢ 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐆𝐮𝐦 ⟢
Dabi shares spicy chewing gum with you a few nights ago. You have yet to spit it out.
cw: smoking mentions, sexual tension but no full on smut, falling in love at first sight. gross romantic gushy shit—
You hold a soft fire in your mouth that you will never extinguish, chewing a piece of rubbery gum. It’s the same wad you were given by the handsome stranger you planned on seeing — the one he lost in your last embrace.
It seemed to be on purpose, pushing it with his tongue into your mouth, knowing you’d never spit it out.
“Good girl. Y’better keep that safe f’me… till next time.”
Can any normal fucking person believe you really did? That’s love.
Your stomach grumbles and aches. You have yet to eat since your last encounter nearly 48 hours ago — and why would you?
It’s his flavor, rich and oddly sweet in a way that makes your own mouth salivate. Addicting nicotine zings on your tastebuds from his smoking habit, and you too become victim to the vice. Gulping air keeps you full while the chewing keeps you distracted.
Infatuation keeps your heavy feet planted, but you beam. How could you fall for him of all people so fast?
And like a stubborn wick, you wait in the wind for him at the same spot he told you to last time… on a long abandoned pier in the city, away from prying eyes… in the pale moonlight.
An agonizingly long famine.
Your jaw aches, mouth burns. Until you catch the familiar gait of a man who appears around a murky corner.
He dons a hoodie, his lanky legs in fitted cargo pants.
“… Dabi?”
You whisper like it’s a bad omen, not the slightest clue of the way associating with it would change the trajectory of your entire fucking life.
“… Hey, pretty thing.”
His smokey voice makes you weak. Those flickering flames peak out from behind your pretty teeth as you struggle to contain your smile. It rekindles something familiar in his cold, dead heart, and His own lips go from tightly lined to wide till his stapled cheeks stretch and tug at the seams.
You imagine it must burn for him to smile back.
You want to meet him halfway this short trek. Neither party stops in their stalking ascent on one another, until you’re chest to chest, in awe at him all over again. Until you’re embracing with parted mouths like two long-lost lovers, and the heat is ten feet tall.
You fear you may suffocate when your inhales are his exhales, those streaks of grey smoke. You take air between gnashing teeth and wrestling tongues.
The wad of chewing gum is gone now, must’ve slipped out in all the action. But you’re more than satisfied with the heated kiss you’d craved from him, leaving you full again. Belly warm, in more ways than one.
His loins burn too, but the arsonist even knows time isn’t on his side for any passion-fueled rendezvous.
Despite every fuckin’ heinous thing he’s ever done, every crime his marred hands have ever committed, this — seeing you, fucking you, tasting you — will be his riskiest escapade yet.
“… Your lips want to confess something t’me.” He breathes against your bruised lips. “… don’t they?”
“Yes,” you whimper into his mouth.
Soon, not yet. he thinks. If he strikes that match, he won’t able to stop himself from setting you both aflame.
He can’t leave a girl like you. But a man like him knows he can’t keep you.
So into your left pocket, he slips you another stick of aluminum-wrapped chicle, an acquired taste that’ll have you needing to keep coming back to him for more.
In your right, a cigarette with crudely scrawled numbers and his name.
There is no room in that man’s heart for you, but can’t he just savor having something just this once?
A trinket of his own. A doll to play house with.
“… Careful with what you say — because There’s no taking it back from me.”
Until he burns it all down. Again.
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“Your teeth are on fire, do you notice?”
“No. Your mouth is burning, do you notice?”
“No.”
“Your hair burns.”
“My hair burns.”
“Your skin burns.”
“My skin burns.”
“… Do you feel anything?”
“No… do you feel anything?”
“… No.”
inspired by Sofia Isella’s song, “hot gum.”
Also I find the notion of sharing chewing gum to be romantic.
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Pre-episode fanart in Horikoshi's style by Nagatomo
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Like, okay. That’s the feral smile he makes after escaping from Tartarus and planning to visit his ex-girlfriend. He’s pent up and tense, like anyone who’s spent months in prison without a proper stress relief. So you’re gonna have to help him blow off that steam. Sure, you were in some protection program and heroes try to keep you safe from him, but he’ll find you. He’ll always will.
Ahhh this is actually similar to I’m writing about Shigaraki and I’m about to lose my mind over these two I wanna-no I NEED THEM BOTH IN ME NOWDLDPDÅFLWIKAHASUFÖFDÄ HELP
AAAAHHGHHHHH KAY- STOP IT THE WAY I JUST GIGGLED RN WHILE LOOKING AT THIS PICTURE AND IMAGINING YOUR SCENARIO
send help im unwell
(fic soon? :3) JKKKK… unless~
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