🦋 LEXA OR ELLE 🦋 she/her ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 25+ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ dabi's little doll ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝜗𝜚 lust-filled dreams wrapped in pretty bows, crystals and lace mixed with smoked-filled kisses, lipstick stains and love marks 𝜗𝜚
🦇 Summary: One of your students caught your eye from the moment they entered your class. A burning question needed to be asked. A feeling slowly becoming apparent.
🦇 Word count: 1.3k
🦇 Content: No warnings except mild swearing.
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bow/gradient line divs: @uzmacchiato | network tag: @maplewood-valley
As the days passed, you began to settle into your new routine. Slowly taking great pride in your new job.
You never thought you'd be a teacher, but here you were, loving every minute. Even if some of the students kept you on your toes, especially one certain ash-blonde.
Starting your day as usual, you stood by your desk, flicking your eyes over various documents and plans, checking everything was where you needed. The sound of some of your students coming early caused you to lift your head, greeting each one as they greeted you back.
It wasn't hard to deny that each one of your students caught your attention for various reasons, but one student in particular stood out from the rest.
At first, it was because he looked almost like a young Touya. His left half was a telltale sign that he was a part of the infamous Todoroki family. There was no denying who his father was because the more you saw him, the more that twang you felt deep within got stronger.
Part of you thought this had to be a huge coincidence. That you were hanging onto any little thing that reminded you of him, but you had to make sure you weren't crazy.
Working your way around the class, you crouched beside each student, taking the time to talk to them and understand their work for the lesson, nudging them slightly in the right direction when needed.
Row by row, you inched closer to the young Todoroki who sat at the back of the class, your heart thumping fast in your chest, almost too fast for your liking.
What if you had it wrong? What if it was just some kind of coincidence, and it was just the littlest bit of hope you had clinging onto anything that seemed to point in Touya's direction?
Sucking in a breath, you slowly calmed yourself as you crouched, asking the young male to explain the points he had noted down.
Despite the cold and lonely demeanour he gave off to nearly everyone, he was surprisingly open to a certain extent, not that you could blame him.
It was now or never; you had to ask him the one question you had itching to come out. "Todoroki, could I ask you a question?".
The young male looked at you for a moment, almost questioning your motive, before he nodded. Setting down the pencil in his hand, he waited for the question you had. "Did you...".
You took a moment to calm yourself, your heart thumping against your chest. "Did you have an older brother called Touya?".
At the mention of that name, you noticed Todoroki tense up a little, as if the name had something bad connected to it. Like it was an instinct to whatever association he had, and knowing his father, that it wasn't a good association. "I'm not allowed to talk about him".
You had to admit the answer took you by slight surprise, but you nodded nonetheless, smiling a little as you decided not to press any further.
If he did have some kind of association with Touya's name, negative or other, you thought it best not to push. "I'm sorry for bringing it up, forget I asked".
Standing, you bowed your head a little, offering a quick "good job" before moving on to Yaoyorozu and her work.
The bell sounded throughout the school, signalling the end of the school day as the chatter and laughter of students became apparent in the corridors, most of them eager to get back home after a long day. "Okay, everyone, read pages two to six before tomorrow. They'll help with your practical lesson".
Eyes quickly scanning the room, you saw a certain blonde student messing around, clearly not hearing what you had said. Rolling your eyes, you placed a hand on your hip. "That means you, Kaminari!".
The electric-quirked male halted his movements, forgetting where he was for a moment before turning his head and looking at you sheepishly, stuttering slightly. "B-but miss I...".
Shaking your head, you smiled slightly as you grabbed some papers off the desk and placed them into your bag, tidying your desk. "No buts, do it because I won't be able to bail you out this time".
Walking out, Kaminari groaned and shot you another pleading look, causing you to chuckle slightly as you finished collecting the papers, shooing him off with Mina and Kirishima. "Sensei, can I ask you something?".
Looking up, you saw the familiar face of Todoroki, his hand gripping his bag strap as he looked at you. Moving the chair you had been sitting in all day, you placed your bag on the desk and nodded. "Of course, what's wrong?".
He seemed hesitant to ask you what he wanted. Almost like he wanted to back out to save any more trouble than it was worth. "Earlier on, why did you ask me about Touya?".
A soft sigh passed your parted lips. You knew you shouldn't have asked him, but this was a consequence you had to face. "He was my best friend before he went missing. He always talked about having a sibling with hair like yours. You remind me of him, so I just thought...".
Looking up, you saw an emotion flash across his face as he took a deep breath, looking off to the side for a moment. He seemed to be having a debate on what to say next. "That bastard forbids us from talking about him. He said Touya was a disappointment; he never had what it took to be a hero".
Swallowing the lump that was forming in your throat, you nodded in understanding. "I see...".
You could feel your heart drop at the words, your gut twisted at the thought of him pushing himself further than needed just to prove a point.
The white-haired male had always wanted to be a hero, to show his father that he was worthy of being one. Even being able to surpass All Might.
"You miss him, don't you? I do too". The sudden softness of Todoroki's voice made you look up as you nodded at his words, your throat drying, making it hard to speak.
At that moment, you both understood how the other felt, the silence speaking volumes as you stood there.
After a moment, Todoroki bid farewell, bowing slightly before he made the journey back to the hell on earth he had to call home.
"What a day. Why do some of them make it so damn hard?".
Muttering out to no one in particular, you made your journey back home, passing an alley when something caught your eye.
Something that made you stop in your tracks.
Piercing turquoise somehow shone through the mild darkness of that alley, causing your heart to skip a beat for that split second. There was only one person who crossed your mind at the sight of those eyes.
'No, it can't be. Can it?'.
As quickly as the colour had appeared in the darkness, it vanished, causing you to doubt what you had just seen. You were certain they were real, but given the kind of day you had, you put it down to being tired.
Turning your head back, you continued to walk down the street until you stopped outside of your favourite takeout shop.
Lifting your hand, you hovered it over the door to push it, waiting just a moment. You couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right, something was going to happen - chalk it up to the hero in you.
Shaking your head, you pushed the door and stepped inside. Letting it click shut behind you as you stepped forward to order.
The gnawing feeling of unease clawing at your very soul followed you home. A feeling that would only grow in the coming days.
🦇 Summary: Someone decides to do some watching as you cross their path. The very person responsible for what you later saw on the news.
🦇 Word count: 0.8k
🦇 Content: small mention of burning alive, screaming of agony/pain, slight stalking.
🦇 Links: series masterlist | prev part | next part
bow/gradient line divs: @uzmacchiato | network tag: @maplewood-valley
Thick, dark smoke slowly clouded the sky as a tall figure watched on, the darkness of the alley nearby providing the perfect cover.
A small smirk of what could only be described as joy, as close to joy as they could feel, tugged at the corners of their lips. This felt good, too good. The rush of the thrill that swirled in the pit of their stomach only added fuel to the fire they already felt.
It felt so freeing to finally be the opposite of what their despicable father had wanted for them. They were not destined to be some stupid little hero but to be one of the most feared villains in the country, if not the world.
That was increasingly evident. As they grew older, they were pushed aside time and time again. Trying to please until insanity set in after returning home.
Flames of blue raged wildly as shrill screams of both pain and anguish sounded from inside the dilapidating warehouse. The flames were growing bigger thanks to the fuel that was feeding them.
Taking one last look at their handywork, the figure slinked further back as they moved onto the busy streets without anyone suspecting a thing. It was normal for the likes of them to be in alleyways, away from prying eyes at the best of times.
The bustle of their current location provided a nice, and somewhat gentle, hum to the figure.
No one paid much attention to them as they continued on their journey to wherever they were going. Those who did notice their figure approaching gave them room, not wanting to be anywhere near them due to their looks.
Something they'd grown both accustomed and numb to after the years.
A few moments later, a harsh bump on their arm caused them to stop their movements, turning to glare at the person who'd just knocked into them.
They stood out from the crowd, so whoever it was couldn't have an excuse for doing what they'd just done. Some fire could teach them a lesson. Of course, it would be out of sight and too late for anyone to see or care.
The thought left their mind as quickly as it had come at the sound of the voice that rang out. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry! I really need to watch where I'm going".
That voice. It was a voice they hadn't heard for such a long time.
When they thought they could finally get over you, you somehow end up in front of them again. In the street, of all places.
A new emotion began to bubble slightly deep within their cold heart; one they had wanted to forget about for a long time. Of course, you had to be around and do this to them again. They truly hated you for that, yet admired you.
After all these years, you still held a place in their almost non-existent heart.
So began their small game of watching you for the remainder of their evening or until they grew bored. Whichever came first.
Wherever you went, they followed, keeping their distance whenever you stopped or talked to people you both knew a lifetime ago. They even went as far as hiding in the shadows as you entered the takeout shop that you both passed in your younger years.
It wasn't hard to see that time had been kind to you, treating you with gentle hands unlike them. They barely recognised the young woman in the window as he watched on. However, the more they watched, the more they saw the small mannerisms that made you exactly who you were.
Mentally, they cursed themselves for leaving you as they did, but they had their reasons. They had to disappear, even if it meant breaking your heart.
The sudden ringing of their phone brought them out of their stare, a tut of annoyance passed their lips before they answered it. Whoever disturbed them better have a damn good reason to do so. "What do you want?".
The voice on the other end chuckled slightly before answering, in a rather amused tone, much to their displeasure. "Well, nice to speak to you too. I've got a proposition for you. Come to the usual spot, I'll be waiting".
Clicking their tongue, the figure rolled their eyes before shifting their gaze around momentarily, scoping out who was around and what would be the fastest possible route to get them there. "Whatever".
Turning their gaze to the shop again, watching as you took your food, bidding farewell to the shop assistant before you walked out, probably heading home where you would relax for the rest of the night.
How typical of you. Some things never change despite the years.
"Oh, before I forget, I heard about what happened earlier. Great work, Dabi".
🦇 Summary: The first day of your new career is full of a mixture of emotions, especially at the sight in front of you. Let's not talk about the feeling gripping your heart later that night.
🦇 Word count: 0.8k
🦇 Content: small mention of created remains, no other warnings.
🦇 Links: series masterlist | prev part | next part
bow/gradient line divs: @uzmacchiato | network tag: @maplewood-valley
The day you had both been excited for and equally dreading arrived, your stomach turning in an array of emotions as you tried to talk yourself down for wanting to bottle it.
A shaky sigh passed your lips as you gripped the strap of your bag, your eyes dragging up the building now obvious in front of you.
A building that helped not only shape the hero you were today, but also held memories of a time you'd much rather forget about in your life. Of times that once made you smile, now shrouded in darkness.
Although you weren't a student, it was still pretty daunting to be back there.
Letting the breath you held out slowly, you closed your eyes briefly before opening them, stepping through the gates.
You'd spent a good few years being a pro hero, enjoying what you did daily, until an injury you sustained during a mission changed your life.
Knowing that you wouldn't be a pro any more, or at least for a good few years, you turned your attention to the next best thing, which led you to where you were now - outside the gates of UA High.
You were a part of the alma mater, and nothing made you smile more than knowing you'd help guide the newest generation of pro heroes that would step foot inside those walls.
Not just any influx of fledgling heroes, but those who belonged to class 1-A of the prestigious hero course. A course you were all too familiar with years back.
Raising your head, you stepped forward towards the entrance with a smile on your face. Ready to begin the newest path in your hero career.
Despite the inner battle you were having and the bubbling anxiety stirring in your stomach, you offered small greetings to the students you passed. It wouldn't be long until you got to know the students you would be teaching alongside a roster of other pros.
Something you were both excited and apprehensive about.
By the time you walked through the door of your home, you were exhausted, head throbbing with tension. Whoever said teaching would be easier than being a pro clearly didn't have to deal with the next generation.
One student in particular was the reason for your state. A boy by the name of Katsuki Bakugou, a boy who was not only overly confident but seemed to look down on his classmates, especially the one you came to know as Izuku Midoriya.
"No one with an ego that big could ever become a hero. He needs to dial it down".
The words passed your lips as you spoke out loud to no one in particular, but even then, you knew your words were a lie. You knew of one certain pro hero who was too prideful for his own good. The thought of who it was sent shivers down your spine.
Shaking your head, you rolled your neck before changing into something a little more comfortable, your favourite takeout in hand as you flopped down onto your sofa.
Reaching forward, you grabbed the remote and clicked a button; the TV powered on and illuminated the room. You were thankful for this little piece of normality, even if it was for a few hours.
Sitting back, you flicked through the channels as you ate, searching for something to watch, something that would help you wind down and be able to sleep a little better than you had been for the past few months.
It had only been a few minutes searching for something to watch, and you were ready to give up. Ready to switch the TV off and opt for a food-induced sleep until a news report flashed on the screen that caught your attention.
Chalking it down to the pro in you, you turned the volume up before setting the remote down, eyes watching what was happening. It seemed to be some sort of disaster, caused by a villain; it was hard to tell with all the commotion behind the reporter.
"All that remains inside of this now burnt-out and once-bustling warehouse are scattered piles of what police can only assume are human ashes. They can't say for certain, but this looks like the work of someone with a fire quirk - possibly a new villain. We'll keep you updated as we know more. Back to the studio".
Before the footage switched back to the reporters in the studio, you caught sight of something at the side. The small remnants of flames that were no doubt the cause of the damage. Flames whose colour looked oddly familiar to you, yet you couldn't quite place why.
Closing your eyes, you shook your head and tried to forget the slight niggling feeling you had in the pit of your gut and the one that pulled at your heart in a way long forgotten.
A feeling that you knew exactly who those flames belonged to.
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pastel wrappers crinkled under your shoes as you stepped into the room. only to freeze as you looked at your men.
“you’re late,” sukuna drawled lazily as he popped another chocolate egg into his mouth.
across from him dabi sat lazily on the chair and let little blue flames dance from one fingertip to the next. “we started without you,” he added amused.
10/10 ragebait that was working as you crossed your arms. you had extra dressed in a cute gothic-like dress in blue with dark red bunny ears on top of your head.
“you two couldn’t just wait?” you asked in disbelief.
“where’s the fun in that?” sukuna chuckled.
asshole.
turning around you sent them a harsh glare over the shoulder. “then you won’t—“
before you could finish the sentence dabi jumped up to grab your waist. dragging you back into the room he kicks the door shut. sukuna approached you too - the veins popping on his four arms as he flexed them.
successfully they caged you in between them. curse meets fire.
“our doll looks so pretty,” dabi hummed as he played with the ribbon on your dress. “did you dress up for us?”
“sure she did,” sukuna cut in as he leaned down. “you look edible, lexa.”
heat coiled between your legs as they grew hard around you. the tension had you trembling like whenever you had them both together which was rare. normally they avoided each other.
you realized that this was their easter gift - them sharing you, probably all day and night.
“tell me,” sukuna growled sinfully into your ear. “are you the treat we’re supposed to find?”
dabi chuckled as his hand slid under the skirt of your dress. “or the one we get to keep?”
the chocolate eggs laid forgotten on the floor as dabi burned off your dress and sukuna got the honor to claw on your panties. this was so much better than the silly holiday.
brb, smiling like a fucking idiot at my screen 🤭
these men have me in a chokehold and i'm here for it.
thank you wifey, i adore you so much! 🫶🏻
Feel free to completely ignore this if you don't take requests but I really love how you write dabi and was wondering if you could make a dabi x anorgasmic! Reader? If not I hope you have a good day/night!!
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ hey anon! thank you for sending this across. ngl, i had to research this a little, so i hope this is alright for you. i hope you have the most loveliest of days wherever you are 🫶🏻
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↳ cw: reader has pet names, soft/slightly possessive Dabi, mention of reader not being able to achieve orgasm, insecure reader.
𝜗𝜚 doll desires vol. 1 | bow/gradient line divs: @uzmacchiato
When it first happened, you figured it was due to stress and shrugged it off. Things had been a bit tough, and it was natural for your body to have this reaction.
Or at least that's what you thought it was. The more times you tried to reach that beautiful euphoria that would have your toes curling and your head spinning, the more you failed. The frustration bubbled deep within your core.
You looked it up, came to a conclusion before you found yourself in the hands of the blue-flamed villain Dabi. You'd spent most of your time with him, and all the worries in your world seemed to fizzle out.
At least that's how it felt until the first time Dabi wanted to sleep with you.
The way you broke down on his bed as you tried to explain to him what was wrong. Explain why your body never lets you feel sweet release. That one thing you'd been searching for some time.
You'd fully expect him to huff and walk away, to find his own release buried deep within someone else. Only he didn't, arms encasing your body as he pulled you into a hug, thumb brushing against the lower part of your back. "Doll, you're crazy if you think I'll go somewhere else".
You looked at him before tearing your gaze away, lip tugged between your teeth for a moment. "I know, but...".
Dabi scowled slightly before turning your head towards him, his eyes scanning yours before he spoke, his voice low. "No buts, end of. You're perfect to me regardless of what you think and what you're able to do".
Deep down, you knew he was right, that you were perfect to him, but not being able to feel the ultimate pleasure from being with someone you loved, it hurt.
"Don't worry, sweetheart, not only will I help you feel that mind-numbing pleasure, I'll burn the world down until you do...". His breath fanned against your lips, shivers crawling down your spine.
"... I'll start with burning that doctor to ashes if he refuses to help you".
I've just reread your fic about your first time with dabi where he's the insecure one and it made me think, what if you both were insecure?
You both express your fears and insecurities and instead of having sex you're both just trying to get the other to feel good about themselves. Saying stuff like "how can you think you're ugly? You're literally the most beautiful person ever!" And it's just wholesome and a little bit silly
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ thanks so much for sending this across anon! sorry this took so long, writer's block has been a bitch to me and i've spent the past two weeks trying to get this to feel and sound right. i hope you enjoy!
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↳ cw: just general talk of dabi and reader putting themselves down, otherwise, no warnings, reader has pet names.
You and Dabi had been together for a while now, somehow had just fitted into the other's life perfectly, so perfectly that no one ever questioned how you ended up together - they just accepted it.
And while you were happy together, you'd never slept with each other. One of you would always make excuses or change the subject. Sometimes, much to the annoyance of the other.
One day, you found yourself lying on Dabi's bed, flicking through the pages of a book when the door clicked open. Casting your gaze to your side, you were met with the figure of your batter half. "Not surprised you're in here at all, doll".
Rolling your eyes, you closed the book and sat upright. A question burning in your throat. A question the raven-haired male sensed you had to ask. "Come on, spit it out. I know you have something to ask me".
Taking in a small breath, you closed your eyes as you parted your lips. Words slipped out that reached your boyfriend. "Why won't you sleep with me? Is it because I'm ugly?".
A thick silence hung in the room as you kept your gaze fixed on the sheets, not daring to look up. A silence that was soon broken by the sound of Dabi's boots thudding on the floor, the mattress dipping slightly under the extra weight.
A rough hand cupped your cheek, forcing you to look at those eyes that you could locate anywhere in the crowd. "Do you really think you're ugly to me, doll? Look at me, if anything I'm the ugly one. A monster, a freak of nature. You? You're the one beautiful one".
Within seconds, Dabi found his perspective changing, his back thudding softly against the mattress. "Care to say that again, hmmm?".
His turquoise eyes looked at yours, searching for the smallest hint about what you were going to do. Clicking his tongue, he diverted his gaze to the side, now avoiding any eye contact.
His silence spoke volumes to you, and you could feel the painful way your heart tugged. "I heard exactly what you said, and you'd better shut up before I shush you myself...".
The pad of your thumb brushed his lips. The contrasting sensations were obvious, sensations you knew made him feel like him, feel like home. "...You're anything but a monster to me. If anything, you're my ideal man, and I'd kill for you".
Dabi's eyes softened slightly, shifting in a way he knew you'd understand. Long arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him. "Whatever you say, doll, whatever you say".
Rolling your eyes, you stuck your tongue out and began mocking him, only for a laugh to pass your lips as you squirmed. "Dabi, stop, you know I'm....".
You couldn't finish your sentence as you tried to move away from his fingers tickling you. Your laughter rang around the room as a smile tugged at his lips.
Not an absurd smile, one that showed how unhinged he was as his blue flames roared behind him, but one of genuine love for you.
A smile that only you ever got to see once the door was shut and you were the only two in the room. A smile that held an untold amount of love for you.
"Now, where was I? Ahhh, that's right, showering you with all the love and compliments you deserve, Dabi".
my voice is still hoarse from yelling at you. stupid argument, stupid words that cut deeper than they should’ve. you’re staring at me now with tears streaking down your face, lip trembling like you’re about to fire back but can’t.
fuck. it’s fucking killing me.
“don’t—” my throat tightens and i slam my palm against the wall beside your head. the sound echoes sharp in the silence. “don’t look at me like that, baby.”
you flinch as more tears spill down your cheeks. that’s it - i snap.
despair and anger fills my veins like poison when i crush my mouth to yours. teeth clashing together and i shove my tongue deep until you gasp. you push at my chest for a moment before dragging me closer. you’re just as fucked up as i am.
my hands slide under your thighs easily and i press you back into the wall. i’m rock hard when i grind against you - the rough denim of my pants scrape your delicate skin.
“you drive me crazy,” i growl against your lips. “fight with me, cry in front of me, then look so fucking pretty i can’t think straight.”
your little whimper is gasoline on my fire. i shove my hand down, push your panties aside and feel how wet you are.
“shit. look at you dripping. you like this?” my laugh is breathless. “arguing with me just to get fucked against a wall?”
you sob when i push two fingers inside your warm cunt. i curl them and pump them hard, your head knocks back against the plaster with a soft thud. you cry out my name, but i don’t fucking allow you to cum like this.
impatiently i tear my belt open and yank my cock out. with one rough thrust i bottom out inside you and groan in relief. the sound you make is broken, needy, everything i didn’t know i was starving for. i bury my face against your neck, panting, thrusting hard enough to rattle the wall. your legs squeeze my hips, nails brushing against my burned skin and almost tearing it open. and every fucking tear that streaks down your cheeks makes me fuck you harder.
“this what you wanted?” i bite out, voice cracking from how harsh it comes. “me losing it? using you like this?”
you don’t even deny it when you gasp my name. “dabi… dabi… touya.”
you sob and hiccup against my ear and i groan out loud. my hips rut frantically, cock dragging deep inside your ruined cunt. every thrust is messy, uncoordinated, more about need than rhythm. you clench so tight i can barely breathe, and i slam my hand against the wall again, forehead pressed to yours.
“fuck baby. don’t cry like that, i’ll—shit—” my words fall apart, swallowed by your moans and the sound of skin hitting skin.
your pussy squeezes me, walls fluttering, and i know you’re close. nobody knows your body better than i fucking do.
“cum for me,” i rasp wrecked. “cum on my cock, cry for me. fuck—”
you do. your whole body tenses up, you stop breathing and prepare yourself for the explosion. my hand comes up to your throat to support you, blue flames licking your skin and then you break.
you sob and scream so loud i’m sure half of the city will hear. not that i care as i rut harder and harder, letting your body milk my balls as i start spilling. you’re so full of me and press down hard until half of my cock slips out and my spend runs down your inner thighs. hottest fucking sight.
we’re both panting, slicked in sweat and what else. i keep you pinned and lean in and lick the tears from your face with a choked groan.
“i won’t apologize for having you cry,” my voice cracks, but that’s okay. you’re allowed to hear me like this. “i’m just fucking sorry for making you cry.”
you understand as you nip lovingly on the staples on my chin. i chase your mouth with mine and kiss you desperately. we pretend the fight never happened, like the only language we’ll ever speak right is this one.
Please write a introverted gf who has a stuttering problem but Dabi sometimes makes fun of it but everyone knows he doesn’t mean it but how would he react if someone else did it?
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ thank you so much for sending in this request anon! i haven't written for a stutter before, so i hope this is okay for you. ngl, this was challenging, but i enjoyed it!
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↳ cw: reader has a stutter, protective dabi (aka it's my privilege), pet names
𝜗𝜚 doll desires vol. 1 | bow/gradient line divs: @uzmacchiato
At first, Dabi looked at you with that same indifference he showed everyone else, even more so when he first heard your stutter. Even he admitted, to begin with, it was annoying. You took a little longer than normal people to finish sentences, and he didn't really have the time to wait around.
That was until he was on a mission with you; only then did he learn that your stutter was cute. It was something that made you who you were. He even found himself falling for you, despite what every fibre of his body told him.
For the longest time, you were his safe place, the person he could call home in the fucked up world.
And with the title of your being your boyfriend, it meant he had privileges others couldn't have - namely, making fun of your stutter now and then. You trusted him, and he knew when to stop.
"Dabi, c-c-c...". You sucked in a breath and took a moment to calm yourself, eyes fixing on those turquoise ones you loved so much. After a moment, you spoke again, words slowly passing your lips as you completed your sentence, the tension in your jaw and throat dissipating. "...Can you... Pass me those... Books please?".
The second you finished your sentence, laughter sounded from behind you. Your shoulders tensed as you felt your heart drop. You'd tried for so long to work on your stutter, spending many hours getting to a point where it only came back up under stress on the odd occasion when you got ahead of yourself.
"P-p-poor b-b-baby, has a l-l-little s-s-s-tutter". Once the words left their mouths, the laughter rang louder, taunting you more as you brought your hands up over your ears, trying to block them out.
It wouldn't take much to set you back, to make all your hard work come undone. It was the one thing you struggled with the most, trying to talk normally in a world where you stutter.
The sudden clattering from within the room made you glance over your shoulder, eyes widening at the sight you saw. Dabi faced one of the group, shirt tugged tight in his fist as his other hand held his blueflame perfectly. "What the fuck do you think you're playing at huh?".
The sight of Dabi not only towering over them, but up close and personal, made them shrink back, throat drying at the heat they could feel. "I'm only joking! I didn't think anything of it, only because I've heard you do it too, Dabi".
A menacing smirk tugged at his lips as he moved his flmaes closer to their face, heat increasing with each passing second. "Sure, I like to make fun of the sweet little thing's stutter, but she knows I'm playing about. She knows I know when to stop so I don't cause her to slip back into a place she really hates to be".
Nervous eyes glance over to you, watching the way you were frozen. "Now be good and apologise or I'll make my burns look like they tickled".
Dabi could hear the limp being swallowed as they turned their head slowly to you, whimpers sounding before they opened their mouth. Words seemed to fail them until they felt the heat increase. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, okay! I won't do it again".
The individual's soul thudded to the floor as Dabi let go of them, his steps frantic until he reached your side. Arms wrapped around you as he helped calm you down, words quiet enough for only you to hear.
"Next time someone other than me makes fun of that cute little stutter of yours, I'll make it my personal mission to burn their world into ashes".
Heyy ik you hate to see me pop up in your asks😔 but anyways I used to be hit on ALOT by my brother, it was kinda abusive I am not ngl so I flinch a lot really easy lol and so Dabi and reader are fighting but Dabi does something like shifts his stance and stomps to loudly or slams his hand on smth to make the reader jump/ flinch and what he does after please and thank you!!
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🪶 anon, thank you so much for this! so sorry it took a while to put out, and if it's not the best, i'm slowly getting back into the swing of writing after a break. also, sending all my love and hugs to you, you're strong and amazing, just know that 🫶🏻
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↳ cw: implied childhood abuse for reader, swearing, reader has pet names - please read at your own discretion.
𝜗𝜚 doll desires vol. 1 | bow/gradient line divs: @uzmacchiato
Tension hung heavy in the air, thick enough to cut as voices raised louder.
It was another night where you and Dabi were arguing about something that shouldn't hold much weight, but given the past of the blue-flamed villain, they were always one of the sharpest weapons he had. "Dabi, I'm so fucking sick of this bullshit!".
Pressing your hand to your forehead, you rubbed your temple and let out a long sigh, your body feeling drained. Everything about you was screaming to walk away from him, to let him calm down, but being stubborn, you refused to do so. "Look here, sweetheart, I don't give a flying fuck if you are!".
Within seconds, the loud echo of his hand slamming down on the counter reached your ears, heart pounding erratically in your chest. Your breathing increased, throat drying as you backed away, shrinking in on yourself. Tears slowly lined your eyes as your focus landed on his hand.
"The fuck?". It was loud enough for you to hear, but you didn't dare answer, eyes widening as your breathing got heavier. Everything seemed to fade out and become even louder at the same time.
The almost deafening thud of Dabi's boot on the floor made you whimper as you shrank in on yourself, hands balling into fists tight enough to make your knuckles turn white. Words clawed at your throat, threatening to spill out, the fight in vain as you shouted back at him. "Please, don't hurt me".
Casting your gaze down, you looked anywhere but at him, not seeing the look in his eyes. The way he seemed to soften at your words. "Darling?".
The word sounded so foreign to your ears as you looked up, scared of what you might see. Scared of what you were going to endure, only to see him standing still, hands shaking slightly, that you were able to see. "Dabi?".
The way he shifted, being cautious as he moved towards you, made your heart hurt. "Fuck, doll, do you really think I would do anything to hurt you?".
Tugging your bottom lip between your teeth, you fiddled with your fingers, throat drying as you tried to find the words to say to him. Try to tell him why you'd reacted this way, but you couldn't.
Fingers brushed your cheek before you could register it, catching the tears that flowed. "Please, tell me".
Letting go of your lip, you sucked in a breath. "No, Dabi, I don't but...".
A soft hum was heard as he motioned for you to follow him to somewhere away from where prying eyes and ears, to where he knew you'd feel more comfortable. "Well?.
The second you looked at him, you broke. Words slipping past your lips like word vomit, never ceasing until you'd opened up about your past. About the abuse you suffered at the hands of the ones who were meant to love you the most, care for you and always have your back.
As he listened to what you said, Dabi found his almost-cold heart hurting, aching at the thought of someone hurting you when they were supposed to love and protect you. Dark feelings stirred up in him of his own past and childhood - you really were the better half of him.
Placing his hand under your chin, he tilted your head and looked over your face, a small smirk tugging at his scarred lips. "You're safe with me, I promise. As long as you're safe and you know I'll never hurt you. I'll burn the world down if I have to, to make good on that promise".
🦇 Summary: Everything seems perfect for you and your best friend until suddenly it wasn't - a gap in your life that no one else could ever fill, left behind.
🦇 Word count: 0.6k
🦇 Content: reader has a pet name, otherwise no content warning this time around.
🦇 Links: series masterlist | next part
bow/gradient line divs: @uzmacchiato | network tag: @pixelcafe-network
Dull chatter filled the air as a mixture of excitement and nervousness hung heavy around the figures making their way up the path.
It was the start of a new school year, and as always, the new students were still on cloud nine. Pride swelling in their young hearts due to going to the same school as their favourites.
One student in particular wore a proud smile as they looked up at the building in front of them. "Touya!".
At the sound of their name, they turned around after glancing over their shoulder just in time to see a flash of colour, the world falling before they were on the floor, back pressed against the concrete.
Looking up at the sky, they took a moment to get their bearings before laughing slightly.
With a soft grunt, they lifted themselves to a sitting position and looked towards the person responsible for their position. "Really, Boo? You just couldn’t help yourself for one day, could you?”.
Beaming brightly, you let out your own laugh before nodding your head. “Well, you know me Tou, I have to keep you on your toes”.
Standing, you quickly brushed off your uniform, then held out your hand and pulled your best friend off the floor. “Of course I know that, but I don’t want to explain why I need a new uniform on the first day to my old man”.
Letting out an understanding hum, you squeezed the hand in yours briefly as you turned to look at the building. “On another note, though, can you believe we’re here? We’re part of the hero course at U.A!”.
Turquoise eyes looked at you before looking at the building, smiling just as widely before speaking. “Well, having a pro-hero for a dad has its advantages”.
Rolling your eyes, you elbowed Touya in the side and smirked as you heard him cough slightly from the force. “Yeah, yeah, no need to rub it in, you know. You missed out, though, the entrance exam was something else”.
Taking one last glance at your best friend, you both smiled brightly before walking up the path, gripping the straps of your bags as you stepped through the doors of your hero academy. Soon after, the first day of officially becoming heroes started.
Little did you know that your life would change drastically one day when you no longer faced the world as a duo.
"Did you hear? Touya Todoroki's gone missing".
"I heard he's run away from his monster of a father".
"I heard he's been kidnapped by an upcoming group of villains".
"I heard he just left, disappeared without a trace".
"Sounds about right, a freak like him could never have become a hero".
Curled up on your bed, you gripped your pillow as you sobbed. Knuckles white, throat sore, and eyes swollen from the countless tears and yells. You refused to move, shouting to be left alone if anyone dared enter your room to check on you.
You hoped it was a lie, jealous people making things up, but as the days passed, turning into weeks and months, the empty seat beside you in your classes and no responses to your messages only added to your visible distress.
Touya was gone.
Your best friend, your ride or die. The one person you could trust with your life had left you with no reason or explanation. You wanted him back, fuck what anyone else said.
No amount of wishing, hoping, wanting or praying brought the faintest hope that he was out there. It was almost like he’d disappeared and left no trace because he wanted to.
Despite the loneliness you felt, you tried to carry on as best you could, making sure to become the pro hero you both wanted to be so much.
However, in your near future, an event would happen that would bring your world crashing down once again, but not in any way you could ever possibly imagine.
Leaving you with more questions than answers for the person at the centre of it.
fun fact; my character is now running around as princess zelda. i’m so happy i’ve been able to get my hands on the items 🥹 apart from the people who know me irl, no one on here knows my favourite gaming franchise is the legend of zelda so now you all do
on a side note; i may or may not have an idea for a new piece thanks to this - combining my favourite video game franchise with my favourite villain. watch this space 🤭
i’ll probably never upload it on main - so here it is : hare tomura & hellhound dabi — tagging @unlovablelover & @sinfessionsofalittledoll
࣪ ִֶָ☾. hellhound!dabi who showed up on your fire escape in the middle of the night, smoke curling off his skin, blue flames flickering in the seams of his scars. he growled lowly, territorial when you opened the window, but didn’t move an inch when you asked him softly if he was hurt. something in him recognized you as safe long before he admitted it.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. hellhound!dabi who paced your living room like a caged predator, tail flicking irritation while his nose twitched at every corner he sniffed. he hated how easy your scent soothed him, hated that his instincts settled the moment your fingers brushed his shoulder. when you told him to sit, he scoffed, but he obeyed anyway.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. hellhound!dabi who pretended he wasn’t starved for touch. the first time you stroked the fur at the base of his tail, he froze, claws digging into your couch, a sound torn from his throat that wasn’t quite a growl and wasn’t quite a whine. he acted pissed, but he leaned into you like he couldn’t stop himself.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. hellhound!dabi who got frighteningly protective the second someone raised their voice near you. his flames flared instinctively, blue and furious, eyes narrowing with a feral promise of violence. he hovered close, tail curling around your leg in silent claim, daring anyone to try something again.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. hellhound!dabi who followed you in the dark like a shadow made of heat. you’d go to get a glass of water at 3am and he’d be there behind you, silent except for the soft rasp of his breathing. when you teased him about clinginess, he bit your neck just hard enough to make you gasp and said, “keep talking.”
࣪ ִֶָ☾. hellhound!dabi who melted under praise in a way he’d kill someone for knowing. call him “good boy” and his tail betrays him instantly, wagging slow, heavy, hungry. he turns away to hide it, but the rumble in his chest gives him away every time.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. hellhound!dabi who cornered you against the wall one night, heat rolling off him in waves, breath hot against your throat. he braced his hands beside your head, pupils blown wide, fangs grazing your skin as he murmured, “you smell too good tonight… what’re you trying to do to me?”
࣪ ִֶָ☾. hellhound!dabi who grinded against your hip with a broken snarl when his rut hit, tail curling tight around your waist as if he was afraid you’d slip away. his forehead pressed to yours, his breath shaking, flames sputtering helplessly. he begged roughly and desperately without meaning to. “please… don’t make me do this alone.”
࣪ ִֶָ☾. hellhound!dabi who collapsed against you afterward, all heat and heavy muscle, tail draped over your thigh like instinctive claim. he buried his face in your neck, breathing deep, body finally still. and in a voice raspy and quiet he whispered,
“you’re mine. even if you don’t say it.”
࣪ ִֶָ☾. hare!shigaraki who stalked the edges of your apartment like a half feral shadow the night you took him in, long ears twitching with every sound while his red eyes stayed glued to you. he hated how skittish he felt, muscles coiled tight, but your quiet voice and soft hands made him stay… made him sit on your couch like some trembling rescue trying not to bolt.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. hare!shigaraki who got addicted to your scent embarrassingly fast. he pretended he wasn’t leaning in, wasn’t inhaling like he needed you to breathe, but every time you passed him he felt his nose twitch, felt warmth bloom under his pale skin. the need was instinctual, overwhelming, and he despised how easily you made him melt.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. hare!shigaraki who couldn’t handle how gentle you were when you touched his ears. the first time your fingers brushed the soft fur, his whole body jolted. he tried to snarl, to warn you away, but instead he made a quiet little sound he didn’t recognize. it was a needy, broken noise that had him burying his face in your shoulder from shame.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. hare!shigaraki who followed you from room to room, pretending he wasn’t doing it. you’d turn around and find him there, leaning in the doorway, red eyes half lidded, ears angled toward you like they had a mind of their own. when you asked if he needed something, he clicked his tongue and muttered no. but he never walked away.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. hare!shigaraki who got flustered every time you called him a good boy. his ears would jerk upright, his breathing would stutter, and he’d look anywhere but at you. he didn’t understand why praise made his chest ache, why he wanted to hear your voice again and again until his knees buckled.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. hare!shigaraki who ended up in your bed one cold night, shivering and pretending he didn’t want the warmth. he laid stiff beside you for all of ten seconds before he curled against you, pressing his face to your neck, his ears brushing your cheek. his fingers clung to your shirt like he was afraid you’d disappear.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. hare!shigaraki who got bold once he realized you wouldn’t push him away. his hands slid over your hips in the dark, tentative but hungry, his breath warm against your throat. he whispered your name like a confession, like a curse, like he wasn’t sure which one it was supposed to be.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. hare!shigaraki who rutted against your thigh with shaking need, desperately trying to hold himself together. he bit your shoulder to quiet the sounds spilling from his mouth, his ears drooping with humiliation and want. you held him steady, told him to breathe, and he almost came from your voice alone.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. hare!shigaraki who looked ruined afterward, hair mussed, ears limp, chest heaving while he nuzzled into you like you were the only safe place he’d ever known. and when you stroked between his ears, slow and gentle, he whispered a hoarse, barely audible admission into your skin.
