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aeron-exe · 4 years ago

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I'm just dropping this here for later bc I can't help myself after reading your scummy Dabi works; Okay I know I usually have hawks brainrot but I'm thinking of an idea: It's well known around the league that you're Dabi's bitch. You're practically his pet, with such a cute little collar and chain dangling from your neck as you kneel by his side and await anything from your master. An order, a pet on the head... You take it all with a smile. He loves how you'll degrade yourself and look up at him with those lovestruck puppy dog eyes. So is it any surprise you chirp a cute little "yes sir" when he asks (orders) you to get on your knees and show everyone else at the league how well you can take his cock down your throat? Like imagine how MEAN he'd be about it - 🐰

sorry bunny, you’re a dabi fucker now -- I don’t make the rules.

Dignity Is for Suckers

It’s been… Well, you don’t know how long it’s been because toys don’t need to know about concepts like time. But Dabi has you firmly wrapped around his finger, coiled so tight that you’d snap at the slightest gesture. When he tells you to jump, you ask what bridge. He’s got you well-trained -- his commands seem to be the only abstract notion you can follow.

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cw: pet play, humiliation, degradation, objectification, dumbification, exhibitionism, misogyny, boot worship, branding

“Yeah, she’ll do anything I tell her. Ain’t that right, slut?”

Your chirped agreement makes Dabi snort. Dumb little thing — no fucking dignity. He’s right. The idea of dignity is long forgotten in your brain, replaced by anything and everything Dabi wants.

Dabi’s the reason you joined the League, after all. You can spout bullshit about Stain’s ideology all you want but it was the villain’s blue flames that mesmerized you. The anger, the complete inhumanity in his cold eyes and colder laugh anchored you whenever he took over a news cycle. In a matter of weeks, you found yourself face-to-face with the man himself, finally witnessing the raw, unhinged authority your empty head craved.

Even though Shigaraki had the final word on League members, Dabi put his two cents in as you patiently stood in the corner. Sure, you couldn’t really do anything. That much was obvious. But Dabi couldn’t help it — he’s always had a soft spot for dumb sluts, especially dumb sluts who gaze at him like he’s God himself.

To Dabi’s credit, he tried to give you at least a bit of autonomy at the start. He let you have your space… for about five minutes. And then there you were, shyly standing behind him like a fuckin’ stalker just waiting for a scrap of attention. He almost thought you were a hero spy that first day, some honeypot operation to entrap the League. But there’s no way to fake that blank stare and vapid smile. There’s no fucking way to fake being that pathetic.

It took less than a week for Dabi to get a solid read on his new toy. Agency, freedom, independence — those bitchy feminist concepts never even crossed your simple mind. You passed all of his tests with flying colors. When he reached under your skirt, you gripped the hem and parted your legs for easy access. When he grabbed your hair mid-meeting, yanked your mouth to the crotch of his pants, you licked and sucked at the fabric shamelessly. When he ordered you to tell the room about the night before, you prattled off a list of how well Dabi used every one of your holes, acted like you were discussing the fucking weather.

That was the first month.

It’s clear that Dabi owns you but he’s generous enough to provide the League with decoration for their sparse, makeshift hideouts. When there’s nothing to look at besides a ratty couch and moldy artwork, Dabi trots you around in whatever depraved outfit he wants for the day. Sometimes it’s a lewd bastardization of a hero costume, one that he can burn to ash before attacking his willing, eager punching bag. Other times he opts for a classic lingerie look, something that accents your every curve before he rips it into shreds, stuffs the slutty thong in your waiting mouth.

His favorite getup, however, is when you wear absolutely nothing except the permanent collar around your neck and the plug deep inside your ass. It’s your base zero, your daily norm. Not that you’d ever complain, but nothing feels quite right if your breath isn’t cut off by the tug of the leash in Dabi’s hand. Even if you’re not around others, you beg your master to keep you like this any chance you get.

It’s pitiful how dependent you are. A sad, scared little thing who can’t function unless she’s being objectified. When he first locked the collar on your neck, fingered the tag that called you his bitch, you nearly came. And when he snapped on the leash, you actually did. You moaned and pleaded as he played with you through the aftershocks, asked you how nice it feels to be a pet instead of a person and laughed at your enthusiastic nods. It was a definitive end to your self respect (if you had any to begin with).

Taking care of a pet is so much easier than taking care of a woman. Women bitch and whine about how they deserve more, how they want to talk about feelings, how Dabi is heartless and cold and deserves a fate worth than death itself. You’re not like that. No, not at all. Dabi’s pet greets him at the door regardless of neglect. His pet views any touch, any attention as a treat. His pet doesn’t need wine and flowers and chocolate, doesn’t need to be bribed to worship him like he deserves.

Sometimes Dabi wonders how fucked up your brain is to enjoy all he does to you, but he quickly pushes the thought down. No need for guilt when you pant at the slightest bit of affection. In fact, Dabi’s doing you a service. You’ve shown time and time again your inability to think on your own. Dabi bravely took on the responsibility of making choices for you (autonomy is overrated anyways). You don’t know how you made so many decisions before Dabi. He makes the answers so clear, even for an object — though he can’t help tangling your few wispy thoughts before he grants a judgment.

When he asked whether you wanted to sleep on the bed or the floor, you instantly panicked. There are only two choices, idiot. Pick one. You didn’t even say a word, just mouthed nonexistent words with wide eyes, tried to figure out which one he wanted. Dabi finally took mercy, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers. The floor, dumbass. That’s where pets sleep. Oh, right! You hurried out your thanks before curling on the wood below him.

That was nothing compared to the time Dabi asked where you wanted him to brand his name. You practically blacked out while he smugly watched your eyes tear up. Couldn’t he put it everywhere? Where did Dabi want it? Why was he leaving this to you? When your confusion gave way to hyperventilation, Dabi scoffed and put a hand over your mouth. I try to be nice one fucking time and you lose your goddamn mind. Push your tits together. Gonna put two letters on each.

Maybe it’s a bit mean but Dabi’s admittedly a bit of a sadist. He needs to screw around with the pretty empty head on occasion.

Mostly, however, Dabi tries to be nice… As nice as a serial murderer who gets off on your debasement can be. That’s why he’s kind enough to praise you while you kneel at his feet, mouth watering as your eyes race between his clothed crotch and dusty boots. Your attention split when Dabi orders you to open up before ashing his cigarette into your mouth. The shady dealer sitting in the opposite couch looks shocked when you swallow and lick your lips.

“Is she, uh… Is she always like that?”

Dabi let out a short laugh. “Yeah, she’ll do anything I tell her. Ain’t that right, slut?”

He pinches your cheek, jumbling your eager voice. “Yesh, shir!” The derisive snort makes you squeeze your thighs together.

“Dumb little thing — no fucking dignity.” He graces your cheek with a single, fond stroke before turning back to the man. “Now where were we?”

The dealer tries to compose himself but fails, shakes his head at the absurdity of the situation. He’s seen some fucked up shit in his line of work but this is almost blasphemous.

“I’m sorry. But you’re telling me she likes that?” The implication behind his words is obvious. You’re telling me she’s here of her own free will?

Dabi sighs. He’s had to deal with this before. These fuckin’ white knights thinking they have to protect a woman’s honor or some shit. You’re not a victim. You’re just fucked up. A fucked up little pet who knows her place. Can’t they see that Dabi’s helping you? That your pitiful life only has meaning when his boot presses down on your neck?

He runs a hand over your hair, capturing your eyes in his own. “Looks like we’ll need to do another demonstration, babe.” You’re nearly wagging in excitement. He casts a glance at his colleague, rolls his eyes at the familiar expression of disgusted awe. “You got a favorite hole? She’ll show you any of ‘em.”

When the dealer doesn’t respond, Dabi huffs, half-annoyed and half-smug. He tugs at the leash from the side, silently ordering you to present yourself — no need to stand like a person. Without any hesitation, you turn away from the second couch and lower your head to the floor, spreading yourself to boast a plugged ass and leaking cunt.

“Good dog.” The words are throwaway praise but you let out a small, pleased moan nonetheless. Dabi refocuses his attention, his confident and relaxed disposition contrasting the new atmosphere of consternation. “Maybe a demonstration will put the man at ease.”

If Dabi’s being honest, he never really needs to go this far. Your content smile should be comfort enough to those dumb enough to meddle in his affairs. But he can’t help himself. There’s a raw power in dominating your very soul in front of an audience. He throws a sickening smirk to your spectator and jams his shoe under your mouth, clenching his toes when your tongue laves the surface.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Dabi fists the leash in his hand, tugs so he can hear your weak little choke. Such a perfect pet. “Let’s show him how well I’ve trained my bitch.”

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aeron-exe · 4 years ago

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I love this

i’ve been thinking about dabi a lot also this was written for a lot of comfort <33 ahh

hahah

Dabi loves you a lot. Sometimes when he drops by your apartment, he’s just so, so excited to see you whether you’re doing the dishes, cleaning the house, or just curled up on the couch playing animal crossing.

He really likes picking you up with his hands under your thighs, warm and reassuring. He especially enjoys it when you wrap your legs around his waist and when he’s able to put his face in your neck and nuzzle into it and just breathe in your scent.

He would do anything to protect this, to protect you because you make him feel more than anything else has ever made him feel.

Pushing his face even more into your neck you laugh softly as it tickles you and you pull his face out of your neck and just stare at him. As you lean in for a kiss Dabi finds his tummy feeling like he’s swallowed a million butterflies and if he kisses you for too long then he might fly away.

The kiss says everything you could not convey through words, every feeling you have for him, all the unbridled love flowing in physical form.

He loves it. And he can never get enough of it.

When you’re apart he stays awake thinking about you, about what you’re doing, if you’re feeling okay, if you’re safe, because he loves you ultimately more than anything else in this damned world he lives in.

You, are the solace, the bandaid to his mental wounds, when no one else was there for him, you were, ever so giving and ever so kind, with a soul as pure as gold you built him back up.

He loves you, he really does and he feels like the love for you is loud. The tangible kind that never stop, if he tries to suppress it for too long his heart just explodes in affection, pure, loving, and everlasting.

Dabi has never felt such bliss in his whole life, every single decision, every mistake, everything he’s done right in his life has led up to this moment, with you, in your arms and just—loved.

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aeron-exe · 4 years ago

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This.

Dabi

Dabi held his breath when he felt it. It was you. You were down on your knees giving him a nice, sensual blowjob. His groans echoed in the room. The pleasure was growing too overwhelming. Your sexy face was too much for him to handle.

Your e/c eyes watched him like a hawk. He pushed the back of your head down on his cock. You felt a very warm liquid pour down your throat. You swallowed all of his cum despite the taste of it.

"Ahh~." He moaned lowly as you pulled away from him. You got up and removed your pants and briefs. Dabi flushed red at the sight of your dick. He immediately spread his legs when you snapped your fingers. He used his scarred hands to show you his pretty hole.

"Fuck me, master."

He said only three words. That's all it took to make you go crazy. His body grew overwhelmingly hot, either from his quirk or from your prying eyes. He couldn't really tell but he was loving it either way.

You got on top of him to get him ready for the penetration he was about to experience. "Gah~!" He moaned when you thrusted into him forcefully. "N-Not so Ahh~ rough master." Dabi stuttered only to let out another choked moan when you thrusted in again. "Shit, you're so tight, puppy." You groaned out as your hips moved uncontrollably.

Dabi let himself be fucked by you. "Ahh~!" His moans were low but that didn't matter to you. "Mmm~ the expression your making is so cute. I might cum just by looking at you." You grabbed both his thighs and lifted his legs so that they were positioned above him.

His body shifted a little when you moved to get a better angle. You thrusted into him again, hitting his prostate dead on. "Haa~!!!" Dabi moaned louder than before. He was experiencing so much pleasure. He jolted when you flipped him so that his back was facing you.

"Master~!" He moaned out to you. "What is it, puppy?" He moaned at the name you called him by. "Please more master~!" He desperately asked you. You smirked and gave in to your little puppy.

Without hesitation, you turned him around and shoved your entire cock inside. "AHH~!!!" He screamed once you began going all out. You pulled the back of the collar he was wearing. His upper half was instantly lifted off the bed when you pulled it.

You let go of it making him fall back on the bed. Dabi felt so good. He felt so used. That's all he wanted. To be used by his master. To please his master any way he could. "More~!!" He moaned out. "You've got a lot of nerve to speak to your Master like that. How naughty." You responded.

He pushed his ass back to get some more friction. You gripped the back of his collar with on hand and the other was used to spank him. "Yess~!" He whined as you smacked his ass.

Dabi's tongue was sticking out of his mouth. He closed his eyes when his orgasm was coming to attack him. You rocked your hips hard and fast for your little puppy.

"AHH~!!!" He shouts as ribbons of his cum painted the velvety bed sheets. Even though he came twice already you continued to thrust into him. Dabi loved it. He loved being used by you. He loved being in this role. The cute little pet being senselessly fucked by their master. Wearing the collar, calling you master. He was just like an obedient puppy. He was so aroused by the thought of it.

"Mmm~, puppy, our night is just beginning."

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aeron-exe · 4 years ago

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This.

Dabi

Your e/c eyes watched him like a hawk. He pushed the back of your head down on his cock. You felt a very warm liquid pour down your throat. You swallowed all of his cum despite the taste of it.

"Fuck me, master."

"Master~!" He moaned out to you. "What is it, puppy?" He moaned at the name you called him by. "Please more master~!" He desperately asked you. You smirked and gave in to your little puppy.

He pushed his ass back to get some more friction. You gripped the back of his collar with on hand and the other was used to spank him. "Yess~!" He whined as you smacked his ass.

Dabi's tongue was sticking out of his mouth. He closed his eyes when his orgasm was coming to attack him. You rocked your hips hard and fast for your little puppy.

"Mmm~, puppy, our night is just beginning."

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