#Dabi's jewelry

[dabiloveln]

[ sh1tposting time ]

found this necklace of mine and it reminded me of our favourite arsonist’s blue flames 😈 gotta wear it 24/7 now like ? why not ?

[trickster-kat]

I'm contemplating on starting to make some fun anime themed jewelry. Nothing to fancy to begin with and starting a shop on etsy... maybe branch out if it goes well. Like I would totally make a Dabi themed necklace and matching bracelet... ooooh! Maybe even an anklet! I could take requests for people's favorite characters! And no 2 would be exactly the same... i think I like this idea. It would take a little while to start, but it would definitely be fun. And relaxing!

If this is successful, I could stop stressing myself out and triggering my anxiety.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

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[willowser]

when you tell your friends about him, they think you're crazy. why are you talking to this man-child, even as just friends, what could he possibly offer you, what about him makes him worth your time.

and you don't really know what to say, either, because it's hard to explain how endearing it is to see him smoking outside the store, waiting for his younger brother to pick him up after his four hour shift, or when he talks about leaving home and living with strangers when he was too young, and then answering a phone call from his mom in the same breath.

he gives you shit for the paint choices you make and he doesn't actually know anything about hardware and can't help you with any of your questions without googling them. whenever you pop in to buy something for your new diy project, he's following you around the store and he acts like it's you who's bothering him, but something about the way he watches you makes you feel wanted. he always says something to make you smile. his laugh is ugly, and you think you like that about him.

31 year old soggy loser touya that can't drive or stay out after curfew and that was released from prison 7 months ago and has to keep his job at ace hardware and has to go to his meetings and is figuring out how to both apologize and forgive and is so far behind socially among his peers because of all he had to endure during his child/teenagehood my beloved

[suksatoru]

'𝐌𝐇𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘!'

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 ~ 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐨 (𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬) 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚 (𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐢) 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 <𝟑

Touya (Dabi) Todoroki -

⋆｡°✩ acts like he has nothing planned for the upcoming day you've just been gushing about. deep down - this man is more excited than you are, with a full thought out escape route where he'll whisk you away from the league and take you to his favorite abandoned hideout. expect to find a small table with roses and candles lit in the middle of a building that is quite literally falling apart and most definitely a health hazard according to city laws. will gift you (stolen) jewelry with the proudest grin on his face when your eyes twinkle as you admire the beauty he's handed you. (you have no idea he was chased for a good three blocks while running away with your jewelry in clutch - turns out those diamonds were quite expensive. whoops....)

"Ya like it doll?" He questions with that cocky grin of his, sliding his hands over the slopes of your neck while he clasps the necklace around you "I love it!" you gush ~ smiling when he places a teasing, open mouthed kiss onto the column of your neck "Damn right you do."

Keigo (Hawks) Takami -

⋆｡°✩ as a pro hero, he rarely has any days off. but the few days he's allowed to skip are saved for special occasions - one of them being, you guessed it, valentines day. he will be suffocating you with his love in the most caring way. mornings start off lazy, breakfast in bed while waking up hours past his usual alarm clock. he'll wake up with a dopey smile on his face - well rested and happy as his wings pull you closer to him. gets you wayyy too many flowers. laughs nervously when you ask him why there's a good hundred bouquets outside your door

"Keigo Takami!" You laugh, entering back into your bedroom with your hands on your hips as he lifts his head from the pillow he was resting on "Yeah, dove?" He calls out with a lazy grin "What will we do with all these flowers?!" "Did you smell the lavenders sweetheart? I thought you'd like those the most when I picked them out for you!"

Katsuki Bakugo -

⋆｡°✩ in all honesty, he's almost too shy to give you your gift. stares at it all night before deciding he can't wait until the next day to give it to you. he needs to know now if you'll like it or not. (sigh this boy is just too impatient) will show up banging on your door, shoving a basket full of all sorts of handmade goodies into your hands with flushed cheeks. calls you a sap when you gush over his handmade letter which goes into great detail why he's the only man for you (somehow cites evidence and explains how your compatibility with him makes him the perfect match for you?!) cooks your favorite dishes, wearing the pink apron you gifted him with a scowl as he sautés your heart shaped vegetables.

"Oi. Come and tell me if this tastes good." He mutters, carefully holding a spoonful of your favorite meal as he blows gently on the hot food - cooling it down so you can swallow it with ease "Mmm. It's perfect! Just like you!" You'd coo - pinching his cheeks and peppering his face in kisses "You're lucky I'm in a good mood." He'd growl, staying still so you can kiss every inch of his face before he's tossing you onto the couch and hand feeding you the meal (and you'll eat every bite, because all the food he makes for you is made with love. no way any of it gets thrown away! :O)

[moodyvoid]

After pestering him for days, you finally convince Dabi to pierce your tongue.

Beforehand, he’s taunting you the whole time saying “It’s gonna hurt really bad— are you sure you still want to?” getting a kick out of seeing you nervous.

However, once it’s time for the act, he’s surprisingly gentle as he tilts your head to face him just right and he directs you on what to do. His voice is soft, but stern.

“Stop moving.”

You start to realize how intimate this all is once he’s up close to you, lining up the needle. The two of you catch eyes for a moment, “Take a deep breath for me… and breathe out.” as he pushes the needle through, securing the jewelry in place. You blink a few times, not even realizing it’s over.

“Not so bad, huh?” he asks, putting aside all the tools while you look in the mirror.

You go to ask him what he thinks about it, but barely get the question out before he’s kissing you — something he was fighting the urge to do the entire time.

[zeroinetoheroine]

Touya who is in love with you.

Touya who doesn't know what affection between romantic partners looks and feels like.

Touya whose breath gets stuck to the bottom of his throat when Shigaraki assigns you on the same mission.

Touya who doesn't know why.

Until he figures it out - eventually.

Touya who has only seen his mother miserable and abused and neglected. Touya who only saw positive affection through the expensive things his mother would receive from his father.

Touya who is forever insecure and grasping and desperate to win you over.

-If only you'd look at him -

Touya who steals jewelry - burns down the store to cover his tracks after only grabbing a single, most expensive item for you.

Touya who stays awake wondering what else he would give you to show you his affection how valuable he is.

Touya whose love language is words of affirmation and physical touch.

Touya who wishes you'd hug him and kiss him instead of asking where-did-he-get-this.

Touya who tried to keep at being just Dabi but -

he can't

not with you

not when you give him the look of disappointment - what am I supposed to do with a stolen bracelet - and his stupid heart aches.

"What has gotten into you?"

"Nothing," he shakes his head, as the dull flush of peach pink paints the remainder of his cheeks.

"Just thought you'd have better luck than me selling that for cash."

His heavy-lidded orbs ricochet between you and the diamonds glinting inside your palm.

"Oh. I DO know a guy," Your eyes sparkle as you realize what great help this will be for the League.

"Dabi, this is actually...amazing. Brilliant idea." You beam at him, the tone of your voice saturated with admiration for what he did.

Hah -

Touya who knows this isn't what he yearned for but he also knows

-and understands - somewhere deep in his marrow that starving people eat anything.

[redvdress]

"YOU SHOULD BE SCARED OF ME"

A/N: villain dabi x nurse reader who just got home after an exhausting shift, and guess who’s already waiting for her in her house? (I’ve seen this prompt everywhere on tumblr so here’s my version, enjoy my bite mark!!)

You walked through the door of your apartment, your footsteps heavy with exhaustion from another grueling day at the hospital. But despite the weight of your fatigue, there was a part of you that felt lighter—an anticipation you’d come to recognize.

You no longer jumped at the idea of seeing Dabi sitting there, waiting for you. He was part of your nights now, just as much as the darkness outside or the flickering streetlights. It wasn’t normal, but then again, nothing about you was normal.

As you stepped into the dimly lit living room, there he was, sprawled out on your couch like he owned the place, that familiar smirk curling his lips as his blue eyes locked onto you the moment you crossed the threshold. He looked like trouble, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you dropped your bag near the door.

“Well, well, look who decided to show up,” Dabi drawled lazily, one arm draped across the back of the couch, his legs stretched out in front of him. He watched you with that glint in his eyes, the one that made it seem like he was always a step ahead of you, like he had already planned out how the night was going to go, and you were just along for the ride.

“Long day,” you muttered, your tone sharp but softened by the way your shoulders relaxed the second you saw him. It wasn’t the way normal people greeted each other after a long day, but they weren’t normal people. You ran a hand through your hair, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.

“What are you still doing here? Thought villains had better things to do than hang out on my couch all night.”

Dabi’s smirk widened, his eyes following you as you moved toward the kitchen. “I’m more efficient than you think,” he teased, his voice dripping with amusement. “Took care of a couple of things earlier, got bored, figured I’d come here and wait for my favorite nurse to show up.” He paused, his grin turning a bit sharper. “Besides, what makes you think I don’t have ‘better’ things planned for the night?”

You snorted, but you couldn’t help the slight smile tugging at your lips. Your banter had become part of their strange routine, a way to mask the fact that beneath the teasing and the sharp words, something deeper was growing between you. Something neither of you wanted to name, but it was there, lurking just beneath the surface.

“And by ‘better things,’ you mean lounging around and stealing my food,” You shot back as you grabbed a drink from the fridge, cracking it open with a quick flick of your wrist. “Really villainous of you.”

Dabi raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained. “If you had better snacks, I wouldn’t have to resort to that, now would I?” He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his gaze intensifying. “Besides, I did get you something.”

You froze for a second, your eyes narrowing as she turned to face him. “What do you mean, ‘got me something’? What did you do?”

Dabi’s grin turned downright wicked, and he reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a small, delicate object. He tossed it to you casually, and you caught it without thinking, your eyes widening as you looked down at the piece of jewelry in your hand. It was a necklace—elegant, silver, and clearly expensive.

“Stole it,” Dabi said nonchalantly, leaning back against the couch with a satisfied smirk. “Figured it’d look good on you.”

You blinked, your fingers running over the smooth surface of the pendant. It was beautiful, undeniably so, but the fact that he’d stolen it just for you sent a jolt of conflicting emotions through you.

You raised your gaze to him, your expression a mix of disbelief and exasperation. “Are you serious? You can’t just—”

“Can’t what? Steal something for my girl?” Dabi interrupted, his voice smooth, but there was an edge to it, like he was daring you to challenge him. “Come on, y/n, you’re not exactly dealing with a saint here.” His smirk grew, his eyes flashing with amusement. “What? You don’t like it?”

You opened your mouth, ready to snap back, but then you stopped yourself. Despite everything, the fact that he had done this for you—in his own twisted way—made your heart skip a beat. It wasn’t the gesture itself that mattered, but the intent behind it. Dabi wasn’t the kind of person to care about anyone, let alone risk something just for a piece of jewelry. But he had.

You sighed, running your fingers through your hair. “It’s not that I don’t like it, you idiot. It’s just… you know stealing isn’t exactly the way to win me over.”

Dabi’s smirk softened slightly, and he stood up, closing the distance between you in a few easy strides. His presence was overwhelming, as it always was, but this time, there was something different in his eyes. Something almost vulnerable, though he’d never admit it.

“Who said I was trying to win you over?” he asked quietly, his voice lower now, more serious. He reached out, his calloused fingers brushing against your cheek for just a moment before he pulled away, letting his hand drop back to his side. “You’re already mine.”

Your breath hitched at his words, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down your spine.

You hated how easily he could make your heart race, how he could get under your skin with just a few words. But at the same time, you couldn’t deny the truth behind you. You had let him into your life, despite everything. And now, even if you wanted to, you couldn’t imagine him not being there.

“You’re such an arrogant ” you muttered, but there was no real bite to your words. Instead, you reached out, grabbing his coat and pulling him closer. “But you’re my arrogant bastard, apparently.”

Dabi chuckled, a low, dark sound that rumbled in his chest as he allowed you to pull him in. “Damn right.”

Without warning, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling your flush against him. The heat of his body seeped through your clothes, and you couldn’t help the way your breath caught in your throat. His other hand slid up your back, fingers trailing lightly over your skin as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.

“You should be scared of me, you know” he whispered, his voice a low rasp that sent chills down your spine. “I’m not exactly the kind of guy you bring home to meet the parents.”

Your fingers tightened in his coat, your heart pounding in your chest. “Maybe I like living dangerously,” you shot back, your voice barely above a whisper. You hated how much you meant it.

Dabi’s lips quirked up into a smirk, his breath warm against your skin. “Good,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to rest on your hip. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

For a moment, you stood there, the world outside forgotten. It was just the two of you, tangled in a mess of sharp edges and unspoken emotions, but somehow, it felt right. You rested your head against his chest, closing your eyes as you let yourself melt into him, if only for a little while.

“Long shift, huh?” Dabi asked after a moment, his tone teasing but softer now, as if he was letting down his guard for just a moment. His hand rubbed lazy circles against your hip, the warmth of his touch seeping into your skin.

“You have no idea,” you muttered, your voice muffled against his chest. You could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek, a reminder that despite everything, he was still human.

“Wanna forget about it?” he asked, his voice dropping into that low, dangerous rasp that always made your knees weak.

You smirked against his shirt, pulling back just enough to look up at him. “And how exactly are you going to make me forget?”

Dabi grinned, his hand moving to cup your chin as he leaned down, his lips hovering just above yours. “I’ve got a few ideas.”

And with that, the world outside ceased to exist. There was no hero or villain, no right or wrong. Just the two of you, tangled in a dangerous game, one you both knew would burn you in the end. But for now, you didn’t care. For now, you were all that mattered.

[lovecanyon]

Inside Y/N L/N’s Bag | Vogue | Dad!H

MASTERLIST | PATREON

“Hi Vogue I am Y/N L/N and this is what’s in my bag.”

After she introduces herself, Y/N looks down at the bag in her lap. The bag she had used every single day was a personalized Pleasing mesh bag. It was a light pink color and had a blue ribbon tied onto one of the straps.

It was clear that it meant a lot to her.

“What I carry with me everyday is this.” She says grabbing onto her bag. “You can fit anything in here. And the thing about this is, it’s technically Inez’s diaper bag.”

Y/N then grins at the memory of Harry gifting her the tote.

“This specific bag was gifted to me by my husband a while ago, right before he had launched Pleasing. My son actually loves this bag and has one of his own but smaller. He doesn't go anywhere without it.” Y/N shares.

Setting her carrier onto the wooden coffee table in front of her, the Styles woman reaches into her bag and pulls out a bag of candy. Beau's favorite type.

Y/N remembers the night when Harry had got their son addicted to the chocolate minstrels.

“My son is obsessed with these and when I saw them I had to get them for him.” She laughs. “I spoil my kids way too much.”

The next thing Y/N pulled out was her phone. Just a plain iPhone 14 with a case that she had stolen from Harry or borrowed it, so she said. Once she taps on the screen her face lights up.

Her lock screen was a photo of a newborn Inez sleeping on Harry’s chest with Beau right beside them.

She almost shed a tear.

“This is my phone, nothing special until you look at the lock screen.” Y/N grins. She loved her family so deeply.

After placing her phone onto the table, she slides her hand into her carrier pulling out a blue bandanna. It previously belonged to Harry until Inez came around and slid the bandanna off of her father’s head.

It was truly her favorite thing in the world. You could say it was sort of like a safety blanket for her.

“Harry’s bandanna or should I say Inez’s bandanna. That girl loves this thing so much.”

-

A small bag of diapers, bibs, toy trucks, hair clips that she had stole back from Harry, kids sunscreen, Love on Tour’s backstage/V.I.P passes, bandaids, Harry’s headphones, her family’s passports and a camera

“Since we’re currently on tour and always traveling I always have to carry my children’s essentials.” Y/N explains looking at all the items laid out in front of her. “You can never be unprepared.”

Just five years ago her bag was filled with very different items than now. She was now a mother and had a family with a man she’s always wanted to grow old with.

Two kids later and she’s become a changed woman, a better one. She’s always valued the life she had, especially right now. Y/N couldn't have been more happy.

“Another toy!” Y/N laughs, pulling out another toy from her bag. “A mini statue of our dog Kendall who was actually named after Kendall Roy from Succession since Harry is obsessed with that show.” She holds out a miniature dog in her palm.

Following the toy, she slides out a pair of rings that clearly belonged to Harry Styles since they were his initials.

Y/N leans forward and slips the rings into her back pocket. She remembers the last time Harry had lost jewelry. It was at Coachella and he went insane looking for them.

“We are not losing any more rings.”

Comments:

harryfan2 WHEN WAS THEIR WEDDING OMFG?????

harryfan10 best mother in the world truly

harryfan4 harry’s love for succession has me rolling 😭😭

harryfan8 this. is. what. we. needed.

harryfan13 THE LOCK SCREEN

harryfan7 i cannot stress how much i love this video

harryfan5 the literal girl version of harry

harryfan9 harry is finally y/n’s husband 🧎‍♂️

harryfan11 i’m literally crying

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[yanderelionwrites]

Yandere Lists: How They Mark You as Theirs

Decided to start adding twst characters to these types of posts

Content Warning: yandere, biting, branding, cutting, forced tattooing, possessiveness

Jewelry - Necklaces, bracelets, earrings, rings… Basically, if it shines, they’re buying it to adorn you with. No price is too big for their Darling. They’re very meticulous in choosing what will look best on you, comparing different jewels and deciding what will compliment your eye color. Jewelry is the perfect way to show off that you are theirs; it doesn’t mar your skin and it only enhances your already ethereal beauty 💎

| MHA: All Might, Ashido, Deku, HAWKS, Iida, KAMINARI, Mr. Compress, Natsuo, Nejire, Overhaul, RE-DESTRO, Shoto, Tamaki, Tokoyami, TWICE, YAOYOROZU

| Twst: AZUL, Crewel, JADE, Jamil, KALIM, MALLEUS, Riddle, Rollo, ROOK, Sebek, Silver, VIL

Clothing - Similar to the jewelry givers, these Yanderes avoid physically marking you by buying new outfits for you to wear. They revel in the fact that they bought you everything you’re wearing. They’re the reason you’re dressed in such nice clothes. They also like making you wear their own clothes, if only to see you completely engulfed in them. Having their scent surround you is just a bonus 👚

| MHA: Aizawa, All Might, ASHIDO, BAKUGO, Deku, Fat Gum, HAWKS, Jiro, Kaminari, Kirishima, Mirio, NATSUO, Present Mic, SERO, Shigaraki, Shinso, Shoji, Tsuyu, Twice, Uraraka, YAOYOROZU

| Twst: ACE, Cater, CREWEL, Deuce, Epel, Floyd, Idia, Jack, KALIM, Malleus, ROOK, Sebek, Trey, VIL

Biting - These Yanderes need more than material items to mark you as theirs. They need to physically show everyone that you belong to them by leaving hickies and bite marks all over you. They love tracing your reddened skin afterwards, thinking you look so pretty like this. They won’t tolerate you hiding them either. No, Darling, you’re going to show off each and every mark. How else will people know that you are already taken? 🦷

| MHA: BAKUGO, Dabi, Kirishima, Midnight, Mirko, Shigaraki, Spinner, TOGA

| Twst: FLOYD, Jack, Jade, LEONA, LILIA, Rook, RUGGIE

Tattoos - Jewelry can be taken off, clothing can be removed, and bites can heal… Something more permanent is in order… How about matching tattoos, Darling? You can even choose the design and where it will go! If you’re willing, then you can pick a spot that’s easy to cover up. If you’re not, well… They may force you to get one anyway. And it will be in a place that’s not as easy to hide 🪡

| MHA: Bakugo, Dabi, Kaminari, Present Mic

| Twst: Ace, Floyd, Leona, Sam

Branding/Cutting - The most extreme way a Yandere can mark you, either by burning or carving their name into your skin. They’ll only resort to this if you’ve misbehaved one too many times, and they’ll make sure to draw out the process so you don’t forget the lesson they are literally drilling into you. You are theirs, and there is nothing you can do about it now that that reminder is permanently marked on you 🔪🔥

| MHA: All For One, DABI, Endeavor, TOGA

| Twst: I don’t really see any of them doing this tbh

[glytrp]

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Dabi’s Love Languages

headcanons (18+)

❥ gift giving: out of all the love languages, gift giving is the one he cares the least about. don’t get him wrong, he’ll take the gift, but he might bitch and moan about it. not really the sentimental type, and also not materialistic so it’s impossible to shop for him. the only ‘gift’ he won’t complain about is food but it might not even get eaten either because his appetite is nonexistent from all the coffee and cigarettes.

❥ words of affirmation: does not give out compliments generously. he doesn’t praise anyone except his partner, and even then he’s stingy with a nice word or two. doesn’t like to receive compliments either because he doesn’t feel like they’re sincere. when the occasion does arise and he feels like it’s appropriate, he might tell you that you look like a ‘doll’ or make some comment about your lips looking pretty and ‘looking prettier wrapped around something else.’ 

❥ quality time: home body. after work, likes to grab a beer, sit on the couch and go on his phone. but with his partner, he wants them on his lap, telling him about their day, listening to them talk. will put on a movie. only likes chill, low stakes dates. maybe a quiet bar, walking through downtown or along the pier, a little bonfire at the beach. wants to be left to his peace and doesn’t want anyone to interrupt his time with his partner. 

❥ physical touch: sex is his love language. he has a very high libido and his ego is hooked to his performance in the bedroom. needs to have sex three times a day or else he’ll start moping. wants his partner’s legs over his lap while his lips are on their neck. always has his hand on their thigh, rubbing a hand up their back. Dabi doesn’t do gentle, okay, it’s always firm touches. marathon sex is how you know he’s in a good mood. if he’s in a bad mood, he still wants marathon sex except he’s gonna make you do all the work, record it, and have you vocalize how good he feels while doing it. 



❥ acts of service: by far his most important love language. likes when his partner is #wifeymaterial. literally wants his partner to do his laundry, cook for him, clean, all that domestic shit. if you make him lunch for work, he’ll internalize the hell out of it and think about it all day. help him dye his hair, take off his jewelry before bed. likes to play fetch with you aka hand him random junk he’s too lazy to get up himself. example: his shoes before work, or a lighter, or cup of coffee in the morning. when he’s sick, he wants you doting on him. a bowl of soup, little wet towel on his forehead, checking his fever. mhm, he’s a big baby when he’s a sick (as all men tend to be). 

[catchingdaydreams]

Hawks courting Dabi bird-style but instead of gifting him random shiny things it's trial and error in finding out Dabi's style of jewelry. Eventually Hawks knows what type of earrings and other piercings he likes and his feathers puff up proudly when Dabi wears them out in public.

[yugen001]

Posting Shoji with my own personal headcannons !!

Tan lines, especially on his face where he wears his mask

Burn scars from that one scene where he was burned by Dabi in season 3, and, obviously, regular scarring patterns

With him being a minimalist, he never really buys jewelry or accessories that much. Most of what he wears are small gifts from his friends, and he'd be nice enough to wear them out to show his appreciation

I feel like he'd be okay with most accessories except rings, as he seems like the type of guy who uses his hands a lot (obviously) and prefers them free and easy to maintain and deal with. He has nothing against them though

Listens to music genres like Muse, and probably others recommended by his friends

Wears earphones because they are a smaller asset compared to headphones.

I added the boba as a playful touch, but i hc that he'd like the original or regular flavored milk tea.

(Just my personal headcannons :] its alright if you dont agree with these, im just having fun)

[biggestsukunafan]

𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 .𖥔 ݁ ˖

“being with you makes me see sparks.”

dabi x reader

note : been a whole month since i wrote anything other than poems. i hope u guys like this

Dabi had never actually been in a relationship before, let alone had a good relationship with anyone. He never considered himself worthy of love for many reasons, one being his self-hatred and the other being everyone hated him and thought he was a monster. Even you, however, found something in him that you adored, loving him for who he was and not what he looked like.

He's very shocked that you would want to date him and actually care about him, but he falls in love with you so much more and he opens up as much as he can.

Dabi was surprisingly softer around you, smiling and actually being somewhat affectionate, he still used his usual sarcastic tone, but it held a hint of affection if anything.

He'd sometimes sit down next to you, holding your hand, and would just.. look at you. He loved you so much, but he'd never really say it. He wasn't very expressive, and just enjoyed being in your presence. You could practically feel the love in the air, even though he wasn't saying anything.

Dabi would also let you heal his burns with your quirk as much as he could. He didn't usually let anyone touch him, so it was a big deal. He'd let you sit close to him as you worked your healing magic, quietly studying you.

He didn't know why you even loved him and found him attractive, but you were with him no matter what, even after seeing all of his burn scars. He was so grateful for you, but he was not good with words, so he'd just hug you tight instead.

During some boring moments at headquarters, he'd find excuses to touch you. Whether it be a pat on the head, a nudge to your shoulder, or even just sitting so close your legs touched. He wasn't used to being this close to someone, not to mention he had a little problem with being slightly touch starved, so he took every chance he could to touch or be close to you. It wasn't weird, it was more like he just craved more affection.

Dabi, who never opened up to anyone like this before, but with you, it felt different. He actually felt safe telling you about his past. He told you about his horrible childhood, his abusive father, how he became Dabi, and everything else he had been through. It was like a weight had lifted off his shoulders when he told you; he felt comfortable with you knowing everything about him, including his darkest secrets and pain.

Dabi, who is usually very independent and private about his appearance, actually lets you help dye his hair, give him piercings, and help staple his skin. At first, he was a little hesitant, unsure if he should let you see his scars and help him with something so personal, but he trusts you wholeheartedly, which allows him to let you do these things for him. He even finds a strange comfort in the way you carefully thread the jewelry through his skin, and he secretly enjoys the way you tenderly apply the hair dye and staple his skin. It's a form of intimacy that he never really thought he would allow anyone

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Dabi, right before the Final War, desperately pleaded with you, begging you to live, survive and make it out. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, and all of his fears and worries for your safety came rushing out. He grabbed your hands, looking at you intently, his eyes filled with a mixture of desperation and worry.

"Please— I'm begging you— please survive. You have to survive, I can't lose you. I need you to stay alive. Promise me, please..”

You, who always had a positive outlook, smiled softly at Dabi and squeezed his hands. You reassured him, your voice warm and confident.

"I promise, Dabi. I will survive. I will fight, and I will make it out alive. I won't let anything happen to me."

You looked into his eyes, and despite his usual cold demeanor, you could see the fear and worry etched on his face.

──── ୨୧ ────

As the battlefield turned chaotic, Dabi and you were forced to part ways, having to face their own battles.

Dabi found himself facing off against Endeavor, his father, a man he loathed with every fiber of his being. Memories of his abusive childhood and the pain and trauma he had endured came rushing back, fueling his anger and determination.

Meanwhile, you were matched against other Pro Heroes, fighting to protect yourself and help the cause.

As Dabi fought against Endeavor, the emotions he had held back for years finally erupted. He unleashed the full force of his quirk, the blue flames burning hotter than ever, channeling all of his anger and resentment towards his father.

Each blow he landed on Endeavor was filled with the weight of his suppressed bitterness and pain. The memories of his troubled upbringing fueled his strength, pushing him to hold nothing back in this battle.

You, who found yourself faced with a life-or-death situation, completely outnumbered and outmatched by the Pro Heroes as you quickly start to weaken if you kept on going like this. You were about to unleash your full power and potentially take the lives of the heroes surrounding you, when you noticed something that made you pause.

The fires of Dabi, just a few yards away, were burning brighter and hotter, indicating that he was using more of his power than ever before. You knew that he could seriously harm himself if he continued at this rate.

Despite the odds stacked against you, you made a split-second decision. Instead of continuing to fight and potentially murder the heroes who outnumbered you, you chose to use your quirk from a distance.

Ignoring the danger facing you, you focused your energy on using your healing quirk to help Dabi from afar. You knew that if he continued using his flames in such a reckless manner, he could seriously injure himself.

You were completely focused on using your healing quirk on Dabi from afar, your body tense as you pushed your power to its limits.

You could feel the strain on your body as you desperately tried to help him from a distance, knowing that you would get seriously hurt in the process, but not caring about your own health.

During the intense battle between Dabi and Endeavor, Dabi seemed almost invincible. His flames were stronger and hotter than ever before, and he moved with a deadly grace, effortlessly dodging and retaliating against his father's attacks.

Endeavor's face twisted in frustration and anger, realizing that his son, the son he had failed in every way, was now far beyond the level he could handle.

Dabi's face was a mask of intense concentration, his turquoise eyes fixed on Endeavor with a cold, deadly determination.

He knew that this was his chance for revenge, his chance to show his father that he was not just a broken and discarded child. He was a force to be reckoned with, a fire that could not be extinguished.

As the fight continued, Dabi's flames grew hotter and more intense, the fire surrounding him like a protective shield. Each blow he landed on Endeavor was charged with the pain and anger of his past, and he held nothing back, unleashing every ounce of his power.

Endeavor struggled to keep up with Dabi's speed and strength, the realization slowly dawning on him that his son had surpassed him in every way, including the use of his quirk.

Dabi, despite being extremely strong and formidable in battle, was ultimately extinguished by his entire family, who attacked him with their powerful ice quirks. Despite his resistance and attempts to fight back, the combined force of their ice attacks was simply too much for him to handle.

Dabi found himself overwhelmed, unable to withstand the onslaught of coldness from his own family members. The fight was taken right out of him, leaving him lying on the ground, defeated and exhausted.

──── ୨୧ ────

After the war, Touya was left in a fragile and weakened state, kept under surveillance in a secure facility. His family visited him, but he remained silent, unresponsive to their presence or words.

However, as they continued to talk among themselves, Touya suddenly spoke up, breaking his silence. His voice was weak but determined as he looked up at his family, asking one thing.

"Where is she? Where is (Y/N)?"

His family looked taken aback by his sudden question, surprised that he would ask about you after being quiet the entire time.

His siblings looked uneasy, unsure of how to respond, while his father, Endeavor, looked at him with a mixture of guilt and sadness. They didn't know how to tell him what had happened to you during the war, knowing it would likely break him even further.

Touya’s eyes scanned the room, his expression hardening when he saw the uncertainty on his family's faces. He could sense something was wrong, and he knew that they weren't telling him everything. He repeated his question, his voice holding a hint of desperation and worry.

"Where is she? Tell me the truth. Is she hurt? Is she... alive?"

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.

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His family finally told him the truth—the harsh, painful truth that he feared the most.

They informed him that you had died, that you had used the last of your energy to heal him from afar. They explained that you had sacrificed yourself to save him, that you had chosen to die knowing he would live.

Touya’s world shattered again. The realization that you were gone forever hit him like a ton of bricks, and he felt a sharp, stinging pain in his chest.

Touya, who had never regretted anything before, found himself drowning in a flood of regret.

He was filled with remorse and guilt that he had never told you that he loved you every waking moment you breathed. He hated himself for not expressing his feelings, for not telling you how much you meant to him. He had taken you for granted, assuming he had more time to tell you how he truly felt.

But now, it was too late. You were gone, and he was left with the unbearable weight of his regrets and the knowledge that he had lost the person he loved the most.

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Character:dabi AU Setting: gothic mansion Level: NSFW Mood: Dark Kinks: Bondage

Count Touya - A Dabi x Reader Fanfic

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. AU. Dabi is a vampire. Bondage. Vampire-related biting and blood. 

Part of CandyCandy’s 2k Followers event! Any feedback would be adored! Dividers by @benkeibear.

You know you’re playing a dangerous game, sneaking into Count Touya’s manor like this, but you’ve taken every possible precaution.  It’s daytime, so he should be sound asleep in his coffin right now, and you’re armed with silver crosses, wooden stakes, and even a clove of garlic for good measure. 

You might be a freshly awakened Slayer, but you’re ambitious. Why not go straight for the strongest vampire around and nip this whole problem in the bud? 

Count Touya has a handful of human servants who keep watch during the day. You’ve already incapacitated all of them, leaving them unconscious in the various rooms where you found them. Now all that remains is the master of the manor himself: Touya Todoroki.

From what you’ve been able to learn about him, he comes from a long line of powerful vampires. He has siblings who live in other lands, and apparently he’s the only one who terrorizes the local villages and feeds on unwilling humans. You even heard reports that his youngest brother actually protects the villages near his manor! 

Regardless, you’re walking down the stone steps to the dungeon, where his coffin supposedly rests. The sun doesn’t reach down here, but vampires are weak during the day even if they don’t burn. The trick is to stake him the moment you open the coffin. Take him by surprise!

You find his “bed” at the bottom of the stairs. On all sides, there are chains and bars and strange devices, probably for torturing the poor humans he feeds on. You creep over to the coffin, a stake in a leather holster at your hip, easy to grab. You use both hands to open the heavy lid, your heart thundering with anticipation. 

But as you lift the lid up, you realize something is terribly wrong. The coffin is empty! 

“You seriously thought I was in there?” 

The voice startles you, and you drop the lid back down as you turn to face whoever is in the dungeon with you. All you can see is a dark outline, a shape. 

“Who’s there?!” you ask, already gripping the stake in one shaking hand. You know the answer, it’s obvious. But you don’t want to accept it. 

“You know who I am, sweetheart. You came here to see me after all,” the voice replies. 

You back away from the shadow, holding the stake out like a dagger. “Impossible! Vampires are weak during the day!”

He laughs, the shape quivering slightly with his movement. “Not if they’re used to the sun.”

You frown, confused. “You couldn’t be used to the sun! It would burn you! It would-“

Whatever you were going to say dies in your throat as the shape steps forward and snaps his fingers, causing dozens of torches to light up at the same time. The light illuminates his face, and you can now see the prominent burn scars. 

It can’t be! Vampires can heal all wounds, except those caused by the sun. That means he let himself burn just to become more accustomed to the sun and avoid the weakness! He’s deranged! 

But there’s something far worse that occurs to you as you back away from him. So much worse that you’re trying your best to not think about it. 

“You must be new to all this,” he says, dodging when you lunge at him with the stake. He grabs the weapon and wrenches it free of your grasp, then snaps it in half and tosses it aside. 

You tear the silver cross necklace from your neck and hold it up in front of yourself like a shield. He looks at it with flat eyes. “Seriously? Jewelry?” He knocks the necklace out of your hand, seeming totally unbothered by it. 

As a last ditch effort, you dig the clove of garlic from your pocket and fling it at him. He glances down where the clover fell to the floor and then back to your face. “You’ve got to be shitting me,” he says. 

All out of options, you back away again, trying to avoid thinking about your one, strange weakness - one he could so easily exploit. 

Your back collides with the wall, and you can feel the chains there, poking into your body. You’re trapped! Count Touya moves closer to you, until he’s just a few inches away. 

“Now, what am I gonna do with the cute little Slayer who wandered into my house?” he says, looming over you with an unhinged grin on his scarred face. His inky black hair frames a pair of striking blue eyes, and a pattern of tiny metal hooks mark the edges between scarred and healthy flesh. Those burns must have been outrageously painful… the deep purple coloring… the texture…

You blink, realizing your hand is halfway to touching his face. He looks surprised too, his lovely eyes shifting to your outstretched hand. 

Oh no. It’s happening. Your weakness is already taking effect! How long before he realizes? Minutes? Seconds? 

How long before he realizes you’re deeply, pathetically, weak for men with scars? 

You can’t resist scars. Just looking at them turns you on, let alone touching them, feeling them beneath your soft fingertips, tracing their edges. And Count Touya seems to be covered in them. You can see some on his hands, peeking out from his long sleeves, and on his neck, disappearing under his black shirt. Just how far do they go? Imagining his body is making you soaking wet, and your skin is flushed with heat. 

“What are you doing?” he asks you as you lower your hand and look up at him, your breaths coming a little faster. 

“N-nothing,” you say, trying to avoid his probing gaze. 

He only looks more curious. He reaches out and grips your chin, forcing you to look at him. His eyes glow brightly, and you know what that means. He’s going to glamour you! He can make you do anything! 

“Why were you trying to touch me?” he asks. “Do you have some kinda spell or weapon?”

“No,” you say, slightly dazed, compelled to answer him truthfully. “I just wanted to touch your scars.”

He looks confused. “Why?”

“Because scars turn me on,” you say. 

His eyes widen. “Seriously?” Then he smirks. “Well there’s plenty more, sweetheart. You wanna touch ‘em?”

You nod your head. “Yes, please!”

He looks you up and down, apparently noticing your deeply aroused demeanor for the first time. You’re clenching your thighs together, breathing hard, blushing. He laughs. “Are you really that riled up by my scars?”

“Yes!” you answer, his glamour forcing you to be honest. “I’m so wet right now, I can’t stand it!”

He releases the glamour, his eyes going back to their normal bright blue. “Sorry, doll, but you broke into my house and meant to kill me. I have to punish you for that.”

You feel so embarrassed you might just die. You admitted all that right to his face! But you don’t have long to dwell on it before his eyes flash and you suddenly lose consciousness. 

When you awaken, you feel sore. Why are you sore? Your arms and legs won’t move the way you want them to. It takes several seconds for your mind to snap to awareness, for you to make sense of anything. 

You’re chained up against the cold stone wall of the dungeon, your arms chained above your head, your legs chained to short metal posts, far apart. You realize with a start that you’re completely naked, not a stitch of cloth on you anywhere. You jerk against the chains, wanting to cover yourself, but they’re strong and secure. 

“You weren’t kidding, huh?” 

Your head turns sharply up to find Touya standing in the room, watching you. His eyes trail down your body, lingering on your thighs. 

“You’re dripping,” he says, a smug grin on his lips. 

You blush furiously, trying and failing to close your legs. You’re chained up in a very lewd pose. 

Touya steps closer, unbuttoning his shirt, letting it fall open and reveal his heavily scarred torso. 

Oh wow. 

“You’ve put me in a difficult position,” he tells you. “On one hand, there’s a wet, needy little cunt right in front of me that’s desperate to be fucked. And I’d enjoy that. But on the other hand, there’s a Slayer here who tried to kill me. I can’t just let that shit fly, you know? Why should I reward you with a good time?”

One hand reaches out, touches your face, and slides down to your throat. It feels like he’s checking your pulse, feeling the blood pumping through your neck. “So what do I do with you?”

You want him. You want him inside you way more than you ever wanted him dead. You squirm in the chains. “Please… I can’t bear it…”

His eyes widen slightly again, and he turns away from you. “The way I see it, I have two options,” he goes on, now pacing leisurely in the room. “I can fuck your pretty little brains out, or I can rip your neck open and use your arteries like straws, completely drain you. Both sound pretty fun to me.”

You’re breathing hard, your chest heaving, a thin sheen of sweat on your soft skin. His eyes roam over you once more, and you get the impression that he’s struggling to contain something. But is it desire, or bloodlust? Is there even a difference with vampires? 

Suddenly he lunges at you, so fast you had no time to react. One of his hands is in your hair, using it to pull your head over and allow him easy access to your neck. Then you feel two razor sharp teeth sink into your flesh. You cry out, struggling futilely against him, but there’s nothing you can do with your arms and legs bound. You’re completely helpless as he drinks from you, his tongue lapping up the blood as it spills from the wounds. 

It hurts. He’s not making two small puncture wounds, like you see on most victims of a vampire attack. No, this is more visceral, more messy, like he’s devouring you. 

You finally stop your useless struggling and go limp, and that’s when he stops and pulls away. 

“Hey, you’re not dead yet, are you?” he asks, the tiniest hint of worry in his voice. 

“No,” you say, lifting your head to look at him. You’re not dead, just feeling weak from the blood loss and especially needy. 

He wipes his mouth and says. “You’re fucking delicious.”

The comment fires up your arousal again. God, you want him so bad. “Please take me,” you say, arching your back in the chains. “Please ruin me!”

He stares at you a moment, as if he’s not sure what to say. Then he grins. “Well since you’re askin’ so nicely…”

You watch as he opens his pants, revealing more of that gorgeous scarred skin. Then, he pulls out what you’ve been waiting for since the moment you laid eyes on him: a beautiful, thick cock. There’s light scarring along one side, making you salivate, and more of those shiny metal hooks dotting the edges. You can’t help licking your lips. 

He moves closer again, this time his hand slipping between your thighs, his fingers probing your slick folds. You moan, wishing you were free to wrap your arms around his neck, but you’re still chained up, at his mercy. One finger grazes over your clit, and your body jolts, rattling the chains. He watches your reactions, seeming amused. 

When he pulls his hand away, you whine in frustration, but he soon replaces it with something much better. You feel his tip prodding at your entrance, and then all at once his entire length is inside you, buried to the hilt. You gasp as you feel the scar tissue scraping your walls, and his body presses against yours. The contrasting textures of his skin feel amazing as they rub across yours.  

He thrusts into you, making the chains rattle wildly, making you cry out in ecstasy. He leans his face forward, and you think he might kiss you, but instead he digs into your neck again, his teeth plunging into your warm skin. You can feel you blood spilling out, can feel his lips on the wound, sucking out your life force. There’s something so intimate about it, about the way he’s feeding on you. 

His teeth bear down harder as he thrusts deeper, animalistic grunts escaping his bloodied mouth as you scream. 

It’s all too much, overwhelming your senses. You cry out as you cum, clenching him tightly, gasping for breath. 

He eventually releases his hold on your neck, looking you in the eyes. Then he kisses you as he cums inside you, letting you taste your own blood on his tongue. 

When it’s over, you’re left weak and dizzy, barely clinging to consciousness as you slump in the chains. 

You’re certain he’ll kill you now, finish draining you while you’re vulnerable. You’re his natural enemy after all, a Slayer who broke into his home. But somehow you can’t be upset about it. You’re too satisfied to be upset about anything. 

He buttons his shirt as he says, “A servant will be down later to feed you.”

You look up. “Feed me?”

“Sure. You need to keep your strength up.”

You’re confused, dazed. “Why?” you ask. 

He grins at you. “I got to thinking, it’d be pretty fun to have a Slayer as a pet. So prepare yourself. You’re gonna be down here for a long time.”

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Toga Himiko Headcanons!

(slight spoilers)

She's a daydreamer and a hopeless romantic. She often finds herself dreaming of love, someone that would provide her with unconditional love and understanding.

Mange was like an older sister to her. Toga always wanted a sister, someone who would help her feel less alone.

She used to help Toga do her iconic buns, after her death Toga couldn't do her hair for weeks.

Horror movie fanatic, slashers are her fave. I think she would enjoy the older ones, think late 90s early 2000s, stuff with a grindhouse vibe.

Her favorite movie is "House of 1000 Corpses". I mean a found family of criminals who are anti-astablishment with complex motivations and a love violence and blood?

Baby would be her favorite character, she would see herself in her.

Toga really loves fashion! She loves something cute with an edgy/creepy twist.

Menhera and Morute are two of her favorite styles. Spikes, chains, oversized tops, fun socks/tights, platform shoes are all things she adores and wishes she could afford.

Curiosity is this cats middle name, Toga has a habit of asking invasive questions and getting into other peoples buisness.

She was an only child and other kids never wanted to get near her, so she never learned those social boundaries.

What do you mean she can't ask how Dabi got his scars? Why can't she touch Shiggy's video games?

She ran away at twelve, so when she first got her period she freaked out because she was never told about it.

It took Mange and Twice about 30 minutes to convince her she wasn't dying/going to die.

Toga is a lot like a crow, very social and likes to collect things.

Anything shiny, macabre, and anything with sentimental value is going into a box under her bed.

So far the box is full of bones, teeth, stolen jewelry, wine corks, tiny ceramic animals, locks of hair, and anything particularly old.