#dabi <3
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idk man but something about dabi wanting to please his partner as a way to prove himself will forever live in my head. he’s never been enough for anybody in his life, but when he finds you — when he has you as you’ve assured him many times he gives you all of him. it’s intense being with him —loving him is intense. his soul sets fire every time you and him dance on the edge of sin —head burried in the crook of your neck, gripping your waist pushing himself deeper into your heaven angling his cock upwards making you gasp and tremble as he moans brokenly in your neck his tears staining your throat. and yes he is an asshole, selfish and cruel — a bit of a sadist too, but on nights like this when everything about him that he hates so much resurface along with him needing to prove that he’s worth something — on nights like this he chooses to give himself to you, his heart limp — caged behind his bones, body burned, and charcoaled. he knows it’s not much, but he hopes that for you, it’s enough.
#hornee thots ‧₊˚✩#god.#dabi <3#dabi#dabi thirst#touya todoroki#dabi x reader#dabi smut#dabi soft#dabi drabble#dabi imagine#touya x reader#touya smut#touya soft#touya imagine#leauge of villians#lov#mha dabi#bnha dabi#mha touya#bnha touya
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Dabi nsfw hc
I think when you and Dabi first start dating he would have a very aggressive approach to sex. Like to him it’s just fucking, he loves you of course and he thinks you’re hot as fuck but to him sex is sex. He would grab you and fuck you over ever surface available but it’s always so aggressive and it’s almost like he hates you.
I think that would change though. The longer you’ve been together and the more he trusts you the more willing he is to be a little softer with you, a little bit gentler. He’s still a kinky bitch of course but sometimes he just wants to show you how much he loves you when he can’t bring himself to say the words. Soft kisses in missionary. Hickeys and love bites on your shoulders. Stroking the hair out of your face when you get all sweaty. Soft kisses on the inside of your thighs.
I think eventually he’d be one of those guys who just wants to get naked with you and make out. I dunno just thoughts
#bambolina writes#dabi <3#dabi my hero academia#touya#touya x you#touya headcanons#dabi headcanons#dabi smut#touya smut#mha#bnha smut
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Losing my absolute shit picturing the league in hiding, out in their quaint little ship on the sea and dabi, cause of course shiggy put his nosy ass on lookout, managing to encounter an actual siren :(((
And it sucks at first cause it’s bad enough he gets carsick— but on a fucking ship??? the amount of meds he’d’ve downed just to stand upright on the deck would be enough to put him out of commission but ever is he so determined to get his vengeance, and it wouldn’t be the first time he defied his own body.
And at first he thought it was those medications that projected the noise, that he took too much and was starting to hallucinate because of it.
But just then a soft, almost haunting melody wafts it’s way through the otherwise dead sky and the crass crashing of waves against the bottom of the ship. It lilted and moaned like the misty, unpredictable waters that surrounded them.
He refused to admit the tune was familiar, one his mother would hum whenever the tantrums grew particularly difficult…
He’s sprinting back and forth from the edges of the ship, eyes scanning every which way, mere seconds away from calling the others to make sure they were properly prepared to fight an enemy off when a cold sensation grips him by the drapes of his dramatic jacket and nearly plunges him into the watery depths below
Nearly.
He’d have truly been the disappointment his father claimed him to be if he didn’t have the reflexes to jar his body backwards, pulling the intruder down with him as they both hit the deck
i just find the sight of siren!reader n dabi rolling around on the deck so funny. wrestling and shit—reader trying to bite at him with her sharp teeth and dabi palming her forehead to keep her at bay LMFAOOOO
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Don’t You Call Him What You Used to Call Me
pairing: dabi x reader
word count: 1,132
warnings: swf but slightly suggestive i.e. marking, mentions of drugs, cheating (not on Dabi)
You wash your hands in the kitchen skin in a vain effort to cleanse yourself of what turned out to be a rather melancholic night. The stench of expensive booze as well as other illicit substances sticks to your skin like sap does a tree. You lather up your hands with more soap and scrub, your efforts lit solely from the bit of pale moon that peeks in from the window.
You’re aware of a presence, of his presence. His eyes haven’t left your body since you’d entered your apartment. He’s curious, you suppose, what you’ll do next. He’s especially curious since he’s the one who ruined what was supposed to be a lighthearted evening filled with laughter and dancing.
Well, maybe it’s a little unfair to place all the blame on him, but he was the one who had saddled up next to you. He was the one who had pulled you into his lap and lay the expertly wrapped joint between your lips. When you couldn’t inhale the smoke properly and sent yourself into a rather embarrassing coughing fit, he had been the one to offer to shotgun the stuff with you.
Any other night you may have said no, but this night you hadn’t. And, now, he’s lingering at the entrance of your kitchen, blue eyes burning holes into the back of your dress, awaiting your next move.
Eventually, it becomes clear to him that you don’t have your next move planned out, so he makes a decision on the behalf of you both.
“Shouto’s a fool,” he says, but you’re not really listening, too concerned with ridding yourself of the awful stink. “He’s the one who left you alone all night,” he continues. “What did he expect you to do? Sit around waiting for him to finish schmoozing? If you were mine-”
“Don’t,” you warn, your eyes still fixated on the water running from your faucet. “Don’t finish that sentence.” Then, emboldened by all the weed you’d consumed, you add, “I think you’ve done damage for one night.”
You turn off the tap water. You realize not all errors can be washed away.
“You shouldn’t punish yourself,” he adds anyway, ignoring your silent plea for him to leave. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
That’s not true and the both of you know it. It’s no secret that the eldest and youngest Todoroki brothers don’t get along, and it’s no secret that the eldest of the two makes his money peddling less than legal wares. It shouldn’t have been hard for you to steer clear of him, and yet…
He’s closed the gap between the two of you. You can feel him flush against your backside, separated by a thin layer of clothes. He’s warm, you find yourself thinking. Warmer than Shouto. It takes every ounce of willpower you have not to melt under his touch.
His hands find purchase on your hips. “He’s jealous,” he practically purrs into your ear, his breath hot on the shell of it. Rationally, you know why he’s doing this, you understand that he’s just using you to get to Shouto, but maybe you’re just using him too. Maybe you’re just using him to get Shouto’s attention. Why else would you have acted out early?
“Wanna know what would make him really jealous?” he asks, squeezing gently at your hips. When you don’t humor him with an answer, he adds a quiet, “hm?”
Your hands are still on the levers of the faucet. You tighten your grip on them in an attempt to ground yourself. The man behind you is waiting for an answer, and the word no seems to have gotten lodged in the pink of your throat.
“He hates me as much as I hate him,” he’s continuing. You never would’ve pegged Dabi as a talker, but that’s all he seems capable of doing right now. The worlds spill effortlessly out of his mouth, sugary sweet. “I’d be the perfect person to do it with.”
“The perfect person to do what wi-”
You’re abruptly cut off as Dabi hoists you up onto your kitchen counter. He grabs hold of your chin with his fingers and finally forces you to look him in the eyes. They’re strangely humorless. Part of you expected him to look smug, but he looks far from happy. In fact, he almost looks distressed.
He drops his fingers to the pulse of your neck. “Here,” he whispers, “just a little one.”
Your cheeks heat as blood rushes to them. “Just a little what?” you ask.
“Oh, you know,” he says, his eyes fixated on the spot where the pad of his thumb meets the flesh of your neck. “Don’t be so naïve.”
His free hand finds its way back to your hip and begins to toy with the hem of your dress. The gesture is absentminded and tender. He’s trying to figure out what to do with himself while you contemplate an answer.
Then, he’s using his right knee to part your legs ever so slightly. He slots his waist between your thighs. “Don’t even have to tell him it was from me,” he says, almost begging. He buries his face in the crook of your neck. You’re no longer certain this is just about pulling one over on Shouto.
It’s almost pathetic the way he can no longer meet your gaze.
“Yeah, alright,” you concede.
“Yeah?” he asks you, as if he’s not sure he heard you quite right.
“Yeah,” you affirm.
And then his mouth is on your neck just below your jaw, his tongue eagerly lapping at your jugular. He grabs at your hair with his hand, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to convey a desperation of sorts. You tilt you head to the side to give him better access.
His teeth graze the vein, and you whimper at the sensation. It hurts a bit more than you thought it would. You shudder as he pulls you closer to him.
“So fucking sensitive,” he mumbles against your skin. “I’m barely even touching you and you’re already whining.” He’s panting as he continues to suck on your pulse point, then, “we should do this more often.”
You wrap your legs around his hips and pull him closer to you. Your skin burns beneath his kiss swollen lips, but you find you’re beginning to like the way it hurts.
“Dabi,” you moan, grabbing a fist full of his hair, “please.”
You’re not sure which of two words you uttered broke the spell, but suddenly he’s pulling away from you. He blinks at you once, twice, and then his shoulders stiffen. He looks startled, like a deer caught in the brightest of headlights. He flees out your front door before the word stay can form on your tongue.
#whew it's been a while since i posted something#this was just kind of a warm up for an idea i have bouncing around my head#dabi x reader#bnha x reader#bnha x you#bnha#dabi <3#ella's enchantments
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i love dabi, not because he is cool or some ‘bad sexy evil’ guy or whatever. i love him because he is a fail boy and also a survivor. he dances when he’s happy, he’s like jobu tupaki of the bnha universe, u wouldn’t get it
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For my birthday I got a little hint of my bestest boy, in blue of course
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i need dabi to experience the trials of being a stay-at-home adult son
#let's say he's 19 here idk but this is part of the todoroki visit lore i need to tag those properly#but yeah i like to think about the todoroki house being open to everyone so it's always full :) very cute to me#and annyoing to toya#hawks doesnt mind it he is an only child he loves when the kids are aorunddddddddddddd#maybe not in this moment but generally yes <3 they take them to the skate park and such OAUGHHH#bnha#todoroki touya#takami keigo#dabi#hawks#dabihawks#toukei#todoroki shoto#midoriya izuku#deku#bakugo katsuki#au:#todoroki visit
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*sighs dreamily* the babygirlification of dabi
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my dabi drawing is coming along nicely :)
#izzy.txt★#still so happy he’s the subject of my art final#but honestly I’ve had so much fun drawing him for being such a detailed character#dabi <3
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Idk if anyone wants to.hear my thoughts on the sweetheart that is Dabi, because yes he postures and comes off as an asshole but after being around him for long enough, you don't even have to try to attach yourself to him.
He's just so used to your presence he'll actively seek you out just to be in your space, whether it be to bother you or just watch cartoons or a simple snack run, he's so confused because he wants to distance himself but when he really thries.to.he feels like.hes being torn in half and he's very obviously unhappy and listless without you.
Welcome to late night w33d induced sh!tposting lol sorry sem sem 😅
like he talks the most shit ab how you’re always bothering him but literally if u leave him alone for more than 20 minutes, he comes waddling into your room with a blunt—“wanna smoke?” nigga just say u miss me and sit down.
and if you’re affectionate, he’s all up under you with just a few tugs. purring like a cat when you massage his scalp while talking mindlessly about something dumb.
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Fashionistas
#i wanted to see them dressed for cold weather#hawks with her provided fashionable outfit#vs dabi grabbing whatever ol things she has#thank you for all the love on my fem dbhwks btw!!! got some asks for more of them#here to provide <3#mha#my art#bnha#dabihawks#dabi#hawks#fem dabi#fem hawks
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His father taught him how to fight.
He was young. The clothes he wore burned just as easily as his skin. The burning didn’t matter to him then. Not when his flames made his father so happy. Not when his mother would press kisses into his purpling bruises and rub soothing balms into his blistering skin.
Touya scabbed his knees. Split his lips. Barbequed the skin beneath his eyes. He was young enough to believe that all of the pain was good for him, that he would learn from it somehow. There is no growing without the pains, and so he persisted.
His hair was red then. His flames orange. He dreams of being a hero. Of making his father proud.
Only, his father begins to see his limits. Begins to understand that Touya’s soft flesh will slough off his bones like wax a wick if his fire burns too bright. And Touya was so young when his father began to teach him to fight. Of course his bellowing flames spread at the smallest provocation.
Rei and Enji fought a lot then. Fought about him and his training and his charred skin. They fought about Fuyumi and Natsuo, about their different wishes for their kids. One day, Enji mentioned wanting another and they fought about that too.
Shouto was born nine months later anyway. His mother was always all bark, no bite.
Touya ceased to exist then—they all did really, though Touya was the only one who seemed to care—because Shouto had what the rest of them didn’t: the ability to bend both fire and ice, a body capable of regulating his icy hot quirk.
Enji stopped training him. Stopped raising him too. His father spent his free time with his perfect little protégé. There was no need for Enji to continue to hem and haul over his rough drafts now that he had his much awaited final copy.
Touya kept training anyway. He found a secluded peak not far from where he lived. At night he’d sneak away. He kindled his flames. Nurtured his quirk. And, one day, when it was all too much, he loses control of his abilities and burns himself alive.
Dabi is born a few years later. He is not who he used to be. He used to look for himself, first at Sekoto Peak, then at his grave, but, he was no more Touya at those places than he was when he was with the League, so eventually, he stops chasing his past.
#no one look at this im just doing a quick dabi warm up to get me in the mood#trying to finish up this other fic but i havent written anything in days#so i gotta dust off the cobwebs#he's heavy on the mind since his dance got animated#i wanna celebrate by posting a fic#dabi <3#bnha#todoroki touya
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I'm delusional enough to think Dabi is out there and I'm gonna get him
But also self aware enough to know he's just a fictional man
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hi there !! i absolutely love your work and was wondering if you were still planning on releasing your Dabi trauma zine as a physical release?
hiiiii thank yew 🤠💖 and yes!! i have my fingers crossed for getting into a couple of arts and comics fairs, so if i get in, then i’m aiming to have my online shop open again by summertime! if i don’t, a bit earlier!
so far the physical release is the zine printed black and white on grey paper with colour covers; a mini black + white folded zine with extra notes, meta, quotes, process pics, etc about the a quarter of letter size!; a dabi print (from my original misprint of the cover on nice card stock!); and i’m hoping to maybe include a hand cut sticker? should be about $20 CAD altogether! (i don’t like being mysterious about pricing lol)
for tracked US mail for zines i’ll be charging a flat $14-15 CAD dependant in inflation/conversion rates (tracking included) and in Canada I can do $3.50 CAD no tracking (everything backed with hard cardboard + plastic only if you’re in a rainy/snowy area)
i’ll release a form to check for interest in other fan related stuff for the summer launch in march latest on my blog @mercurialwitch or @floodkiss. if there’s enough international interest, i can look into those options… i still don’t quite understand VAT however 🤧 i’m glad you enjoyed my work! thank you 💖💖💖
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