#buko no hero academia dabi

[merminns]

Learning about love

Dabi x reader

❧ it's 3am and the only thing I can think about is how our crisp boy dabi needs some love so here's a little something

Dabi doesn't know much about love. He doesn't really understand what it is. And honestly, he doesn't even get what it is all about.

He never learned to give it, never felt what it is like to truly receive it, and frankly, he didn't even cared much about it.

Ever since that incident that almost killed him, the only thing driving him was revenge. Revenge against the man that viewed him as nothing more than a tool. And deep down he thought that no one would ever look at his horrifying, barely held together body and feel anything remotely close to love.

That was why your presence in his life was so confusing for him.

You are, compared to him, a beautiful, delicate little thing. You could get anyone in the world to love you, so why would you settle with him when he looked like that. Like a monster.

He didn't understand how you, with that heart full of love, could choose to give that love to him, someone who doesn't even have anything to give you. He doesn't even know how to accept your love, to think about giving anything in return.

But he doesn't want to let go of you. Because he is selfish like that. He didn't realize how starved he was for love, for a tender touch. And ever since you started giving him that he couldn't get enough.

He couldn't get enough of waking up to your pretty, peaceful face, or the sweet smile you grace him with once you open your eyes, or the lovely way you snuggled into him, careful to not touch him in any way that would hurt his fragile skin.

It made him feel... something.

A strange feeling that he couldn't name but still liked.

He knew you loved him, you made it clear with how often you said it, with every little thing you did for him, but he didn't know how to love you back.

He didn't know how to love you but he was willing to learn.

Dabi didn't know how to love you but he knew he would burn the world down if only it meant he'd always have you by his side.

And maybe, just maybe, one day he'll find a way to show you that you're the most important thing in his life.

[shipshinablog]

[mooonpiess]

AM I VALID GUYS 😭💀

[kittenagent]

Dabi x Mha

[blackberrylight1]

"The Little Boy Lost"

Such a good poem, and it fits Touya perfectly. The saddest thing is that the boy didn't call his mother. Maybe she would have heard him.

[lepetitegoose]

found an old sketch of dabi. He looks cute in this style ^^

[yandereskiss]

I'd actually like to see a Dabi x reader where the reader has a similar backstory and maybe even same goals as Dong-eun from The glory.

I think it'd be hella interesting considering Dabi and mc/reader would be connected through something; which in this case is fire, hatred and the burning anger yearning for revenge.

I might write something along the lines if I have the time. If any of you do so before me in the meantime, make sure to tag me. Ugh this idea has been living in my mind rent free.

[asimple]

Getting ready to his bid moment 😌

[his-saiko]

The Summoning

— What It's Like

"I want to see the other side. Won't you show me what it's like?"

You weren't supposed to be anywhere near this man's path. But there was something about you that seems so compelling. Curiosity? Lust? Threat? He just has to know. Whatever it is, there's one thing he is definitely set on. He wants you and he's not so easily distracted from that goal.

— Dabi x f!oc/reader. Strangers to Enemies

C/Tw. themes of harm, thems of mental issues, intrusive thoughts [All possible triggering content will be enclosed in !'s]

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Dabi knows how the world views him — a murderer, a serial killer, a terrorist — but that really doesn't stop him from continuing with what he does. He usually doesn't revel in his work at a distance to laugh at the unfortunate victims that turned to ashes by his flames. But that's not what he comes for.

He frequents the scenes of his crime not to bask in the ashes of his victories over this forsaken fucked up world but to watch as a person looks through the crime scene like a curious little cat. A journalist? A villain? A hero? It better not be that last one. He snaps a picture of you and watches you from afar.

You touch the walls that are covered in soot. It's still warm to the touch. Never have you ever seen a quirk that uses blue flames. The hottest of them all. Shame the user is one of the most wanted.

"At least he can do what he wants I guess." You shake your head. "He's not a forgivable person no matter what his story." "But he's just human though, like us..."

You look at the sky and notice it bleeding orange. You squeeze yourself into your coat and leave. You look at your phone and thought to yourself that you'll be home after dark. "Fucking dammit. I shouldn't have come here." You curse to yourself. You can only pray to yourself that you won't run into any villain on the way home.

"Let them. !Maybe then you can let loose and bash their heads in.! You're obligated to defend yourself at that moment." You huff and put your hood up.

Everything's been getting worse lately. You are currently under relapse of your state. And for some reason, you've been chasing the warmth of a flame. Like a moth to a lamp.

You scroll through your phone as you ride through the train. You feel eyes watching you intently. You trail your eyes to the window in hopes of seeing whoever is staring at you. There you notice what looks like a typical robber. Your phone must be something of interest to them. "Poor unfortunate soul..." You sigh and put your hands in your pocket.

You drop off at your stop and quickened your steps. You really don't want to deal with anyone at all, especially with people like this.

You notice the person coming after you still. You turn to a corner and wait for them in the cover of the shadows in an alleyway. You hold on to your blade tightly. When you see the person go past you, you quickly grab them and !put the knife against their throat.! "You picked the wrong kind of victim today."

Their eyes roll into the back of their head in fear.

You roll your eyes and continue with the motion. You run the dull side of your blade against their throat so they pass out in fear. "You're lucky I have control over my quirk." You step over their body and walk to your favourite spot in your neighbourhood.

You sat under the bridge and pull your lighter out and play with it. You don't smoke. You never really had an everyday use for your lighter but you never leave your home without it. You stare into the fire and try to imagine the blue flames. !You run your fingers over it.!

"Well, ain't that impressive." You see someone in the darker shadows of the bridge.

You point your blade at him but for some reason, you couldn't trigger your quirk properly.

You're scared.

"Wh—who the fuck are you?!"

"Relax, kitty." You see that familiar blue flame set ablaze to light up the place. "I should be asking you the same thing. Not a villain or hero." Dabi walks up to you until the point of your blade was touching his skin. "Not even anything of importance."

You stare up at him. You can feel your body screaming at you to run but you know he'll either turn you into ashes or catch up to you. "What's it to you?"

He smirks. He grabs your jaw and examines you.

You swat his hand away. "What the fuck!?"

"What? You think I was gonna burn you?"

"What else would a murderer like you do?"

"You're a feisty one for someone of your appearance." He says with an amused expression.

You feel your blood starting to boil. Your body getting heated by the adrenaline coursing through you.

"Too bad. You're too soft to be a villain."

"Fuck you. I never asked for your opinion!" You turn around and walk away but his flames trap you in his space.

"Sorry. You know how murderers are they don't like leaving witnesses behind."

You turn to face him again. You stare at each other. If he wanted you dead, he would have done so already. "Do it." You think out loud.

He raises his eyebrows at you.

"You think I wanna fucking live in this world? Go ahead. !Kill me.!"

Dabi stares at you intently, waiting for you to cave in but much to his piqued interest, your lack of fear in the face of death excites him.

He walks towards you and you were finally able to activate your quirk properly. You grab him by the throat and lift him off the ground. "You're messing with the wrong person at the wrong time."

Dabi chuckles menacingly. He holds your shoulders and burns you.

You let him go and wince in pain.

"All these useless good-for-nothing villains flocking to get into the league... and yet someone like you is hiding within the crowd." He crouches down to your level and grabs you by the jaw. "I've seen those kinds of eyes before. I know them better than anyone else. You sure you don't want to be a villain?"

"Fuck you. I'm not a murderer." You spit out.

Dabi wipes his face. "Really now?" He challenges. "With eyes as dark as yours, I doubt a single thought of killing everyone you ever hated doesn't come through."

You try to pry your head from his grip but that only made his fingers dig into your skin further. You wince in pain as you feel the heat rising up from his rough hand.

You scream and tackle him to the ground. You start scratching at him. He flashes you with his flames blinding you momentarily. You cover your eyes and writhe on the ground beside him.

He climbs on top of you and pins you down. "Your quirk is amazing!" Your eyes are blurred with tears but you can feel his crazed eyes locked on you. "No way you're really planning on being a nobody like the others! Think of all the things you could gain!"

You struggle under his grip. He laughs at your suffering then lets your wrists go.

"Come with me. I'll show you what it's like on the other side. We can destroy everything in this fucked up world." He spreads his arms. "We can make a brighter future."

Your eyes clear up. The little light around you shines down at the man on top of you. Something stirs up inside you as you take in the sight.

You snap yourself out of the thought and activate your quirk again. You clap your hands close to his face, stunning him. You toss him a few feet away from you.

You run away as far as you could from him. You take turns more than your usual route to make sure that you aren't being followed. You stop two blocks short of your home. You cower into the darkness of the trees nearby and look around. Once you are sure that Dabi didn't follow you, you catch your breath and then finally walk to your own home.

You try to calm yourself down. You call the authorities and ask them to come. Not even a minute later someone was already at your door. A knock was sounded from the door.

You check through the windows to see red wings. You immediately recognize the pro hero and open the door. "Someone followed me here!" You blurt out. "I think. I—" You feel your legs shaking. "I..." You fall but the pro hero caught you.

"You're okay now. Take a step back and tell me what happened."

"I..." Your mind can't even form a thought you play everything in your head like a video. "I was on the train on my way home," you start, "then I notice a person eyeing me. I did everything to run from him as best as I could but when I was catching my breath under the bridge I was attacked. I had to used my quirk to get away. I took a lot of detours before coming here and calling the police."

"Did you see the culprits' faces?"

"No." You lie and shake your head. "You mean there was more than one?"

"You don't need to panic." Hawks raises his hand and smiles to reassure you. "Most small time villains come in groups." He contacts his agency and gives out orders to his sidekicks to search the area within the radius of the train station to your neighbourhood.

"Thank you." You bow your head.

He doesn't say anything and flies away.

You shut your door and question yourself. Why would they send a pro-hero for a police's job. You clearly told the operator that you think that the perp is gone.

You take a seat and meditate on the time you meet Dabi and what he says. "Amazing quirk? The other side? What was he talking about? Hysteria doesn't do much..." "Unless your at the edge of your rope and you have been relapsing more frequently."

"I'm not a bad person, right? I can't be..." "But he's right about one thing..."

This world is fucked up.

"I hate this world..." You hug your knees and bury your face in it.

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[rosewantstowrite]

Okay guys I have a question!! I have been listening to Without Me by Hasley and am thinking of making a fic inspire by it but I need help. Which pairing do you want me to do for it. It’ll be a hurt/comfort fic maybe a bit of smut?? (It’ll be at the end obviously) like I have couple ideas but depending on who it is I’ll pick one of them.

Bakugo Katsuki/reader, Shoto Todoroki/Reader

Izuku Midoriya/reader, Bakugo Katsuki/Reader

Shoto Todoroki/reader, Touya Todoroki(Dabi)/ Reader (for this one it’ll be where he wasn’t Dabi so he’s kinda nicer?? But still a dick)

Monomo Netio/Reader, Shinsuo Hitoshi/Reader

[shipshinablog]

[luacridcy]

“Here’s the story of how I became Dabi…”

Chapter 349

[wooobuddyletsgetnasty]

kinktober 2021 👻

DAY 19:

SPITTING w/ DABI

⚠: mean mean meaaaann. dabi spits on your coochie. don’t read if you don’t like that. use of harsh names.

you could feel the malice behind his gaze— and you braced yourself, just waiting for the next words to fall from his cracked lips.

you were only met with silence— which was somehow even worse than him calling you a name, or saying something to hurt your feelings .

he was observing you— your pussy more specifically— and your thighs quivered, fighting against the urge to snap them closed— your hole fluttering under his attention.

you were startled at the first prod of his finger tips against the puffiness of your cunt— and that thought flew away when he broke the silence he had created.

“look at you,” a tsk followed, making the hair on your neck stand up, “so wet down here.. and for what?”

your mouth parted in answer, “ ‘ts for you..”

that pulled a snicker from his chest, and you suddenly felt like he was mocking you.

“ ‘ts for you,” he paused, his features lighting with something that sent you keening at him to not make fun of you, “shut up, slut.”

the words were spat at you, but it seemed like he wasn’t done spitting in your direction.

and your brain hardwired at the feeling of his spit making contact with your already soaked pussy, mingling with the arousal there.

the very thought of him fucking spitting on you sent you higher, and your hips bucked against nothing.

through your heart thrumming in your ears you could hear him— laughing.

“you like getting spit on, huh? treated like a whore?” one hand moved to spread the slick he’d spat on your pussy, the other gripping at your chin, pulling your attention to his face.

“can you say ‘thank you’ or is your little brain already dead?”

[tokyocyborg]

dabi is so hot i'm sorry

lowkey transition goals

[redphlox]

Anime-only My Hero Academia fans (you...yes you) I implore you to read the manga for the My Villain Academia arc. Start at chapter 220 and read through chapter 240. There are so many crucial world-building scenes cut from these last few episodes of season 5. Their absence will take away from your understanding and appreciation of the show for future seasons. A lot of character development is either lost or glossed over, which is a shame because the author puts so much careful attention to details in his story.

Trust me, go read this arc because it's important and will come up later on. The story relies on these chapters. MVA is a turning point in the manga/show, and it's as fun as it is dark and interesting.

Like, for example, Spinner narrating My Villain Academia is literally just:

*chaos and fighting*

*record scratch*

*freeze frame*

"Yup, that’s me - Spinner. I'm just living another day seeking social justice and doin' crime with my friends. You are probably wondering how I ended up in this situation, and so am I because I actually feel lost in life-"

Like, literally.

Go read!

[artbyorin]

My mans Dabi