#dabibaku

The war is over — not because heroes and villains learned to love each other, but because everyone was too exhausted to keep killing.

The public believes the villains are dead. They’re not. They’re alive, broken, monitored, and hidden behind the word rehabilitation.

Dabi knows because he is one of them. Fresh out of the psychiatric hospital, armed with medication, a tracking bracelet, and exactly zero emotional stability, he gets invited to a Todoroki family dinner — for the first time in ten years. What could possibly go wrong?

A tense household, a traumatizing past, and a table full of people pretending everything is normal… until Shoto casually announces that Bakugō will be joining them.

Because apparently surviving the apocalypse wasn’t enough.

Dabi knows he shouldn’t feel anything. He knows love isn’t in the rehab program. He knows falling for a living explosion is the worst idea he’s ever had.

And yet — one look, one stupid spark, and everything starts to burn again.

entouya: this is my favourite ship, since i do love my dad so so much, idc in what way & i could totally replace rei and be a better wife

touyatsuo: meh. i love natsu obviously. he's my least annoying sibling, and he's kinda cute because he's bigger than me and looks like dad. not dad though, and i don't feel anything for big natsu

touykatsu: i'm attracted to bakugo in the flashbacks to his childhood, & we'd be similar ages, but apart from that. shrug.

these are somehow the only three ships i'm not massively apathetic to :[

This doesn't have a specific todoroki so just choose your favorite.

Warning: this does have abuse and only one party like it.

Bottom Katsuki Bakugou with handprints branded on his waist, hips, thighs, ass, wrist and ankles. Those scars chained him down to his owner, as well as that thick, heavy collar around his neck, it was used to shock him.

Sometimes, when Katsuki was acting bad, his owner would heat his hands to different degrees, using that hand to pinch at his clit, he would pinch it softly while his fingers where to the point where fire was just about to show making his pet squirm and grip the pillows to get out of reach, other times he would roll his sensitive bud harshly, turning it a dangerous red but his hand was just bit above normal temperatures.

Katsuki could only let out small sparks when sweat had built up with the all heat play. Katsuki knew it was effortless to use his quirk to get free, to stop the abuse, he would get punished for that. He had the cigarette burn to show it. But still. Releasing some sparks was a great feeling. Helped him focus on something else.

Which he wasn't supposed to do. Getting him spanked until his owner broke skin. Then to make his torment worse, his master entered his dry, tight cunt. He hasn't prepared him. Hasn't coated him into relaxing. Hasn't used lube. God knows after all the heat, his cunt needs it. That doesn't matter for his master though, cause his master can just use his blazing hot spit.