ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ prompt based - "do you think cheaper condoms are less secure?" " what the fuck, name? it's 2am" | just a little silly something before i make the final push with the dabitober posts, enjoy!
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𝜗𝜚 doll desires vol. 1 | bow/gradient line divs: @uzmacchiato
In all the time you'd known Dabi, you knew he was a guy who liked to ask the most ridiculous questions at the worst possible times.
He didn't care where you both were; if he had a question he needed to know the answer to, he'd make sure you'd answer him before going on your way.
You'd managed to escape his questioning all day, a content sigh passing your lips as you sank into your mattress, covers pulled over you. It was the early hours of the morning, but you couldn't care less, finally glad to be in bed.
Closing your eyes, you curled up under the covers, slowly drifting off to sleep, glad for a moment's peace.
Only that never came, the sound of your door clattering open made you jump, eyes widening as you glanced to the source. There stood Dabi, in his pyjama bottoms, hand splayed on your door. Sitting up, you furrowed your brows, getting ready to pull the covers off you and push him out. "Don't you fucking dare, Dabi. I swear to All Might".
The glint in his eye told you your pleas fell on deaf ears as he opened his mouth, his voice rumbling out as you groaned out, your hands pulling at your face. "Do you think cheaper condoms are less secure?".
It only took a second for your head to snap in his direction, lip twitching as you tried to swallow the bubbling annoyance in your throat. "What the fuck, Dabi? It's 2am!".
"It's a valid question, doll, so what do you think?". The way his voice went up an octave, you could tell he was enjoying asking this question.
Reaching behind you, you grabbed one of your pillows and threw it at him before flipping him off. "I don't know, and right now I don't care. Just get the fuck out of my room, Dabi!".
A second later, you felt your mattress dip as Dabi sat opposite you, wide smirk tugging at his scarred lips. "Not until you answer my questions, sweetheart".
Letting out a groan, you fell back against the mattress, covering your face with your hands as you sighed. "You know, it's a good job you're my boyfriend because I'd have fucking killed you by now".
A small chuckle sounded from Dabi as he leaned forward, body hovering over yours as he looked down at you. "I know you would have, still doesn't change the fact you need to answer, doll".
Putting your hand on his face, you pushed him to your side before throwing the pillow at him, ignoring his pleas for an answer until you had at least slept a little.
synopsis: touya thinks he's too hot. too fiery, too intense, too volatile. he's a war machine for killing. he's broken and unworthy of love. you show him otherwise.
reader gender unspecified <3
notes: first time writing for him i love him he's so baby. PLEASE MY BOY JUST DESERVES SOME LOVE </3
when mankind touches something too hot, like fire, the first instinct is to pull back.
that's logic. that's how it should be. it's literally nature. even babies flinch away from too-hot things and cry. things too hot can burn you. they can hurt you. they can leave scars both physically and mentally. it's best to stay away from things too hot, and remain where you're safe.
but for some reason, you never did.
instead, you embraced the heat. held it close to your heart, even when it burned you. no matter how much the heat pushed you away, knowing it would harm you, you held on tight. it charred your skin, yes, bringing tears to your delicate eyes, but it also melted your heart, and made all the bad stuff go away.
the heat thought that it was the bad stuff. but not to you. never to you.
the heat thinks it doesn't deserve you.
you, with your sweet touches and kind words. you, who is the only good in a world full of bad. you, who brought so much happiness and light that it didn't even know existed. you, who healed its wounds with a soft kiss. you, who doesn't even know how to burn things. how to set them aflame. you, who could do so, so much better.
after all, it was so hot that it burned itself. burned up its own skin and mind. it couldn't even handle itself. it doesn't know how you do it. it could hurt you. you should be flinching back, fearing it, running from it, letting out a yelp when you touch it.
why are you so good to it?
touya contemplates this all one night. it's late. he's tired, but he's not sleepy. your head is on his chest, curling in close. his hand is under your (his) shirt, delicately scratching your back. he feels fuzzy and soft.
heat isn't soft. fire isn't soft. it's intense and volatile. made to hurt, not to hold. but somehow, you bring that tenderness out of him. you never extinguish his fire, but you calm it. you balance out his own heat that literally hurt himself and bring him peace and warmth. you hold him tightly and whisper sweet things into his ear with a hand in his hair. you embrace all his scars, literally and figuratively, and make him feel like hey, maybe he isn't damaged goods. maybe he's just someone who grew up in a damaging place. maybe he's a real person, fighting through life and trying his best. he might be traumatized and broken, but maybe he deserves love, too.
the thought brings a tear to his eye.
touya still has times where he thinks he's not enough. he's too damaged, too mangled, and broken beyond repair. sometimes, his flames intensify back to how they were, burning himself and everything around him.
but every time, you walk through the fire, despite how it burns you, and rescue him from himself. you pull him close and press sweet kisses to his fucked-up skin. you embrace all of him, good and "bad," and show him that he's a person deserving of love. yes, he's intense and traumatized, but he's not "too" anything. not too broken. not too damaged. he's intense, hot, and not everyone's cup of tea, but he's not and never will be too hot for you.
You shivered again, glancing around the room at the heater. It wasn’t out, but it was crappy and old and didn’t seem to work well. The league had found this place on a rather cold night, snow billowing over the sidewalk just outside, and here you were still freezing your butt off even inside. Everyone else seemed to be fine, especially Dabi, but when wasn’t he? And now here he sat next to you with that dumb grin on his face teasing you as usual. He couldn’t help it, really, not when you looked just adorable shivering like that.
And yet, his little playful jabs hit the wrong nerves, and you pouted and crossed your arms, the latter being less of a sign of agitation and more of you trying to keep yourself warm. Dabi looked up at the other members- all busy either talking or gaming or scrolling on their phones- before rolling his eyes.
You see, the two of you had been seeing each other for a while, and he had no intention of making this fact too public. He knew the rest of the league (Toga) would pry, and he didn’t want it ‘getting in the way’ of his missions (a doubt planted by an unknowing Shigaraki)
Still, watching you shiver with that pout on your face, he couldn’t help but let that smile melt into something far more real as he moved closer and wrapped an arm around you. It almost startled you how much heat radiated off of him; every time he touched you it was a shock, but this time, a well welcomed one.
You looked up at him- not missing that soft gaze that held yours- before smiling yourself and settling in under his arm. He scoffed, trying to sound annoyed despite the smile on his face. Eventually he leaned his head back against the back of the couch, his eyes shutting. Something about feeling you under his arm that made him feel…safe, in a number of ways. Before he knew it, he was falling asleep.
You noticed, looking up at him, nervous to move for fear you’d wake him. You knew how little sleep he got, just what his physical trauma had caused him, and so you stayed quiet and let him sleep, smiling to yourself at not only his warmth but the soft smile that still lingered on his face.
Dabi’s sleep was rather gently disturbed sometime later. The heater had sputtered out and died, and despite him not noticing as much, he seemed to be the one carrying the load of the machine, because when he opened his eyes the remaining league members in the room were huddled around him.
Shigaraki sat next to him with his arms crossed, shrugging. Toga lay across the back of the couch with her head on his shoulder, twice was rubbing his hands and sticking them towards Dabi in a rather dramatic attempt for warmth. Magne was over by the heater attempting to repair it with Compress, both of whom were huddled in blankets and looking over at the warm pile around Dabi rather longingly… and then there was you, fast asleep under his arm. He blushed, rolling his eyes once more
“you people are such daisies…” he muttered, glancing around at them.
“bet you didn’t say that to y/n!” Toga teased, practically in his ear, causing him to flinch for a moment, scoffing. “No. No I didn’t. Gonna sue?” He retaliated, nudging her head off his shoulder. “Nope, just gonna tell ya that y/n told us we could huddle around you like a campfire after the heater went out”
Dabi’s eyes widened slightly as he glanced down at you, but soon his expression softened when he saw how peaceful you looked.
♡Warnings: Angst, talk of abuse, spoilers for Toya’s backstory, angst to comfort, enji todoroki♡
♡Summary: He’s finally opening up. About every single thing he had ever been through. Dabi is finally revealing himself to you.♡
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“Where do we begin?” His voice echoed in the small bedroom of my apartment, arms wrapped around me, holding me close to his scarred-up form. “How about the beginning, Dabi?” Teal eyes bore into my own e/c eyes. A dark eyebrow raised in question as he spoke, “You don’t want to hear everything. Trust me.” I frowned in response. “I do.” A long sigh left his burnt lips; cold staples grazing against my bare skin as he moved to sit up, back leaning against the headboard of my bed.
“My old man--he was a man of few words. He never really talked to us a lot; especially after my youngest brother was born.” Dabi’s eyes stared ahead, almost as if he were envisioning the scene right in front of him. “When he did speak to me, I was really young. We used to go on walks together around our home,” he paused, inhaling deeply to calm himself. “He used to train me. I wanted to be a hero--to surpass All-might. Ain’t that crazy?” He looked down at me, a pitiful grin growing on his lips as he spoke.
“I loved dad. I looked up to him--I wanted to be him.”
“You don’t have to continue, Dab-” My words were cut off as Dabi shushed me. “I want to--I need to,” and with that I shut my mouth, staring up at my lover with a pitiful look on my face.
“Thing is, after my little brother was born, Dad could get angry. He’d get angry at that little boy--hitting him and my mother.” A look of pure hatred appeared in Dabi's eyes. “Mom was always crying, taking the punches for my brother, begging my dad to acknowledge his other children--his failures.” Blood fell from Dabi’s face.
“Thing is--I still loved dad, even when I was deemed a failure because of my quirk,” once more, Dabi took another deep breath, shakily reaching a hand up and rubbing at the blood that fell from his left eye. “I wanted to so badly prove myself--I spent nights crying to my other little brother, wondering why I wasn’t good enough for dad.” It’s so heartbreaking; knowing that a child had gone through something so traumatic, especially at the hands of their parents.
“I have my dad’s eyes, ya know?” my eyes shot up, gazing into Dabi’s gorgeous gaze. “I look so much like that fucker that I hate looking in a mirror.” More blood was coming down. “Dad sent mom off to a mental ward, and long story short, I got into this accident...” He trailed off, trying to think of a simpler way to explain his situation. “I faked my death--er, my father believed that I was dead.” He groaned, hands pulling away from me and knotting up into his hair. “Fuck--I can’t explain this, Y/n.”
I sat up beside Dabi, arms wrapping around him and pulling his much larger form into mine. “Just breath, in and out, in and out,” we repeated the breathing process together for a few more minutes before Dabi pulled away.
“I just don’t get how someone could hurt a little kid, Y/n. I keep trying to run--to hide from everything, but I can’t run or hide from my family line.” Weak sobs left his lips. “He’s always in the spotlight! No one knows about the shit he put my family through!” He cried out, blood continued to pour from his eyes.
My breath was caught in my throat; my brows knitted together in worry. “Dabi who are you?” My words came out in a hushed whisper, for fear that he would back away—refusing to tell me anymore as to who he was.
Bloodied, teal eyes bore into my e/c eyes. No emotion was on his face; eyes that belonged to his father bore into my soul—searching for something. Slowly, he looked away, mouth straightening in a line. He was in a deep thought, staring at the bedroom wall. “Call me Toya,” his voice sounded throughout the room—hoarse, strained.
Toya..?
“Toya Todoroki.” Everything clicked. Every hint, every look of anger when the flame hero appeared on my TV screen, every single word Dabi had ever spoke to me. “Dad and I—we may share a face, and a last name but we are NOT the same,” he took a breath, pausing as he tried to calm himself down. “I will never be like that monster.” My heart broke for the pain my lover had been through. Carefully, my arms wrapped around his shaking form, bringing him close to me.
“I love you, Toya.”
His head snapped up, staring at me with furrowed brows. He looked like a hurt child—just staring up at me with nothing but pain in his gaze. “If your father loved you—he would never do that to you..Someone who loves you, they would never harm you,” I whispered. His eyebrows fell into a neutral expression—eyes unfocusing as he looked away from me, now staring at the wall in front of us.
“Do you think i can run?”
“Run from what, Toya?”
“Everything—everyone, my family line-“
I bit my lip, looking away as i tried to think my answer out clearly. “No..I don’t think you can,” his head once again shot up, now staring at me with a look of pure confusion. “What do you mean?”
I began to grow nervous, knowing that if i said the wrong this here—Dabi would have a fit. “You can run, but you can’t ever hide from these things, Toya. Remember that, okay?” We both remained silent, staring into each others eyes in a game of predator and prey. Waiting for the other to speak up.
“I love you,” his words brought happiness to my heart; I pulled his shaking form closer to mine, pressing a kiss to his head. “I love you as well.”
He may share a face, he may share a last name—but he will never be Enji Todoroki. Toya Todoroki and Enji Todoroki—they are not the same.
Dabi walks the stress of Japan, his head down and hoodie up.
He didn’t want to go back to the hideout base, for Shigaraki was getting on his last nerves and he couldn’t take looking at him.
So he took a walk to clear his mind, although he didn’t want to go back there, he know he’ll just be more stressed going back, and leaving again and again. He had nowhere to go.. nowhere to sleep.. or nowhere to call home-….
Dabi looked up in realization, Or maybe he did... he took out his phone and checked the time. It was 9:40 you sleep until 10:30 to catch up on some extra work, meaning your still be up at this time.
He quickly made his way to the direction of your apartment, parkouring the ladders from buildings to buildings trying to get to you as fast as possible.
❦✰ Meanwhile ✰❦
You had a cup of tea and some paperwork on your island counter. You typed in the last sentence of your drafted work and sighed out of relief of finishing the last pages, even though you had a few more to go...
You sighed in exhaustion and just wanted to leave this for tomorrow.. but since your boss is a little bitch.
He won't let you and says it's due tonight, Gosh if only you could punch your boss to the reality that people can't work that fast, but you can't cause you needed this job...
You again let out a sigh and rubbed your eyes trying to rub the sleep out. You yawed a bit and started getting back to work.
Although you had suddenly startled, you stopped what you were doing as you head your bedroom window open...
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Dabi quickly made his way to your bedroom, not wanting to be spotted and most likely put in jail if they saw him breaking into his girl's room...
As he did he quietly maneuvered himself around your bedroom you made sure not to make a single sound for he didn't want to wake you up.
Dabi was about to lay himself in bed next to you until he noticed you weren't there, he quickly got up and searched around your bedroom hoping you were safe.
He noticed the light coming from under the door across from him that was connected to your small kitchen/living room.
As he was about to open the door. The door was suddenly vigorously opened, he was also met with a frying pan, and with his quick reflexes, he grasps your wrist.
Since it was dark, you couldn't see the "intruder" face, "Well that's one way to greet your man home," The man chuckled, he sounded familiar-
"Dabi!" You gasped, he smirk at your sudden reaction, "The one and only doll," He smirks, slowly letting go of your wrist, since you let down your "defense mode" and placed the pan by your counter.
You smile at him bringing your arms around his shoulders and leaning in kiss his lips.
He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to his warm body as he ran his fingers through your silky soft hair, twirling the ends of it with his warm fingers.
You hummed in satisfaction and love. You pull away from his lips as he chased yours for another kiss.
"Welcome home Dabs," you say meaning the words and love you have for him. Dabi had widened his eyes a bit but quickly hid the fact.
Thankful you hadn't noticed, you pulled away bringing him to the coach to sit down,
"I'll go prepare you leftover food, I just made it awhile ago-" Dabi zoned out, his thoughts ran to what you had said earlier.
'Welcome home-' never in his life- no, childhood has he ever heard those affectionate words...
Not the sound of dinner cooking...
Or the words he so desperately needed when he always came home to a quiet, depressing place...
No, not until you showed up. You were a blessing in his life, he felt so un-deserving to have you in his arms,
but you just had to crawl your way to his heart and made him see that he was indeed truly deserving of love and affection.
The words you had said might have met ordinary to you, just a small little saying you'd say to greet someone home, but unbeknownst to you, that so called small ordinary words, meant everything to him.
As you were preparing dinner for him warming up his food and adding a little chive flower next to it.
You felt his arms wrapping themself around your waist, as he placed his head on your shoulder traveling small kisses up your neck, to your ear.
"Thank you Baby..." he whispers, yes those words are what he needed most when coming back home to a small little errands he mostly had to run...
You smiled tilting your head to leave a kiss on his cheek.
"I'm home now..."
A/n: Hope you enjoy thanks for reading! Stay safe and have a good day and night 🫶
pairing: f!reader x toya “dabi” todoroki
genre: fluff
words: 554
warning: an ugly amount of softness like oof I need to get rid of these butterflies
extra notes: me? wanting soft and domestic villian dabi? uhmm yes? I hope you guys enjoy!
Sunlight peeked in through the curtains of the apartment. The window slightly opened to let in the breeze, the sounds of cars passing barely audible. With a groan and a stretch, Dabi turned away from the window, still full of sleep. His arm reached across the bed to find the warmth he missed. His fingers danced around only to find- nothing.
Dabi squinted against the sunlight, scanning the bed. A slight curse left his lips as he sat up, bedsheet falling on his lap. His hands gently rubbed the sleep from his eyes, falling back down to his lap. The mirror across the room pictured him, his torso bare and decorated with bloomed love bites. It took a minute for his brain to come to, Dabi yawning as he stretched.
"Baby?" The deep voice whispered, half-lidded eyes looking out the hall to the bathroom. The door was wide open, no sound that you were around.
Dabi stood up, chills running up his body at the cold floor on his feet. He walked out of the room, looking around for any sign of you. His voice called out to you once more, hand ruffling his hair. Sleepy eyes turned to your voice, a muffled "coming!" making Dabi look toward the kitchen.
You exited the tiny laundry room, closing the door behind you. Dabi's shirt hung off your shoulders, your bare feet leading you to your boyfriend. "Hey, sorry, did I wake you?"
Dabi always assured you that he was a heavy sleeper and that he simply woke up on his own. But this time, as you stood in front of your boyfriend, he nodded. "Yeah, you weren't next to me, so I had to get up."
You couldn't help the pout that appeared, standing on your toes to press your lips to his scarred cheek. "I'm sorry, love. I just needed to do the laundry, or else I wouldn't have clothes for today."
Dabi moved his head, lips landing on yours in a lazy kiss. His hand moved to your waist, bunching his shirt up to caress your skin. "Make it up to me," He whispered against your lips. Dabi's arms wrapped around your body, pressing you against him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers getting lost in his white hair. "Stay in bed with me,"
With a giggle, you pulled back only to get yanking into Dabi's chest again. "I have things to do today-"
"Like what?" With his lips against yours, Dabi questioned you. You melted into your boyfriend's hold, drunk on him. You tried to answer him, stuttering over your words as Dabi chuckled. "Exactly, stay with me, sweetheart, we can watch any movie you want." With another lazy kiss, Dabi towed you back into your bedroom, grinning as you stumbled along.
You laid on Dabi, cheek on his collar as your fingers traced random shapes into his chest. Your eyes focused on the bright world outside your window, listening to the faint world pass by.
Dabi's fingers moved up and down your spine, his shirt long gone from your body. His blue eyes watched yours dance around, head tilted as he admired you. His lips landed on your forehead, giving you a soft kiss. The world froze for a moment, giving Dabi the chance he needed.
"I love you, sweetheart."
1.24.2021 the above work is not allowed to be modified or reposted without the authorization of the author.
BLUE!!!!! I'M SUBMITTING A REQUEST BUT FIRST I GOTTA RE-CONGRATULATE YOU BC I'M SO HAPPY AND PROUD !!!!! YOU'LL BE HITTING THE NEXT MILESTONE BEFORE YOU KNOW IT!!!!
okay so my comfort character... Do I have to say it? You're gonna make me, aren't you ?
Okay it's Dabi. Are you surprised? And if I told you every reason I loved him... girl we'd be here for an eternity I could seriously probably write a novel about him.
instead I'll just... ramble a bit ahdfklajs
Because like, I relate to the familial trauma. And I've got that damn savior complex so I just want to help him. I'm not the type to think I could 'fix him' and he'd magically love me or anything but just. I genuinely want to help in whatever way I can you know? I love the way he's so dedicated to that one goal he's had since his youth. I love the way that he's not given up, despite his burns and how heavy his heart is. I love the complexity of his character. I love the fact that he's a canonical virgin pls it's so cute? I just love him so much and literally whenever I'm upset or sad I just try to think, "what would Touya do or how would he react." It's so sad ahasd;fkj I'm so down bad it's pathetic right????
But anyway I guess that's what comfort characters are for, right? It may not be the healthiest coping mechanism but it's cheaper than therapy. Sorry this got so long ahdsfkasdj YOU CAN TOTALLY IGNORE THIS ACTUALLY
AHHH LILI THAT'S SO NICE!! Thank you so much, I've been so lucky here and I've recievied so much love and met so many wonderful people like you!! 💛💛💛
Oh my gosh this is the sweetest thing!! I've always loved your interpretation of him and it shows so much that you really care about him
It was the mundane moments he treasured the most. The silence you would sit together in. Touya recovering from some league errand, and you, just grateful he made it back.
Carding your fingers through his hair as you sat, Touya resting his head on your lap. The two of you sitting in silence, just together. A physical reminder that he was safe, that he came home.
He didn't quite know when he got so attached. It had never been a part of the plan, but somewhere along the way you worked your way into his life. Providing the sanctuary he didn't have prior.
He kept waiting for an ultimatum, some kind of demand to quit. Quit the league, his goal, his revenge. He'd been prepared to drop you but it never came. You would just sew him up when he came home, never once complained.
He asked you about it once, "So when ya gonna leave me and find some hero doll?"
It sounded cavalier, like he wouldn't care but his heart was hammering, waiting for your answer. You just smiled at him, flinging your arms around his neck.
"What use would I have with a hero, I've already got you." You kissed him then and he wouldn't admit it not out loud at least but he fell for you then. Your faith in him, and his ability. Not quite home, but the comfort he felt with you.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ feeling sorry for myself because i've got a burn on my hand so have something inspired by my personal life. the deck mentioned is one i have and it's one of my favourites - the pulp girls tarot deck. might expand on this at a later date.
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𝜗𝜚 doll desires vol. 1 | bow/gradient line divs: @uzmacchiato
It all started with a passing comment you spoke as you lay sprawled on Dabi's bed, legs propped up against the wall as you scrolled on your phone. "Then there's this deck, I love how it looks. So retro, feels like it's the one for me".
Humming softly, you turned your phone to show him, his eyes glancing over the tarot deck on your screen. Pulling a face, he nodded his head and went back to what he was doing, your endless scrolling resuming when you turned your phone screen back.
The next day, you returned from a mission and headed to your room. The door groaned open before groaning as it closed, your eyes moving to the small package on your covers. quirking a brow, you walked over, fingers gliding over the wrapping as you caught sight of a note.
Picking it up in your fingers, you opened the piece of paper and smiled at what you saw. Placing the paper down, you picked up the package and opened it. The box of the deck you showed Dabi stared you in the face.
'Doll, I know you wanted this, and I couldn't stand to see you want'.
Not long after that, you began to find small gifts being left for you, while others were handed to you personally. Little trinkets that Dabi thought you could make use of and would look nice alongside the tools of your craft.
And when you were sitting trying to read the cards, you found an extra body joining you. Turquoise eyes that would watch what you were doing, wanting to know more. With a soft smile, you took hold of his scarred hands and guided him, helping him to learn his own cards.
His doll, who stole his heart, is someone magical to both him and the world.
