#dabi x sadistic reader

[r2katsu]

Hi ♡ Sorry if it's confusing or oddly specific, but could you please write preferably a scenario for Dabi meeting and falling in love with a person (gn is possible) who uses a scythe and is normally very calm and quiet, barely speaks (looks super bored) until this person gets into a fight and they go CRAZY, insane, almost uncontrolable, laughing, smiling, almost scary when the danger get real? Like being in danger is pure adrenaline and FUN to this person and Dabi finds it... interesting... amusing ;b

scenario for when Dabi...

mha m.list | gn!reader | fluff + little bit sadistic (?)

tw: mentions of blood, murder, dead bodies

author's note: this is very rushed, sorry

Witnessing a calm person’s rage will be one of the most chilling things you would witness in your life. To say you were a ruthless person wasn’t the word for it? You’ve always been the calm and collected one when it comes to mainly everything. But seeing as you were laughing maniacally as you stare down at the lifeless bodies you slaughtered in cold blood…surely you had your reasons, right? Doesn’t matter, we’re villains Dabi would say in his mind to calm himself after seeing your chilling reaction to your gruesome massacre. Then why was this new side he never saw before gave him a sense of endearment…. From all the time he spent observing you as just another member of the league he didn’t expect this. There was something amusing for him to be the only one seeing you in this state as everybody else was busy eliminating their own opponents, only him only he knew this side of you. You were enticing to say the least.

likes and reblogs are appreciated! 🤍

thank you for the ask, this was very endearing to write

[tomieafterdark]

“running into Dabi 18+”

MASTERLIST

pairing: hacker!spy!reader x sadistic!dabi

summary: you run into Dabi after causing lots of trouble for the League Of Villains, which leads to ruining Dabis own plans. He is not happy about that.

cw: afab!reader, non-con, anal sex, hair pulling, name calling, choking, rough sex, anal mating press, squirting, fingering, being recorded without consent, kidnapping.

⚠️ DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS IF YOU ARE A MINOR. BY CONTINUING TO READ, YOU CONSENT TO VIEWING ADULT CONTENT AND THE DARK CONTENT STATED IN CONTENT WARNING ⚠️

last disclaimer: I’m not a writer or have any experience with this (it’s my second official smut) so be understanding if there’s errors or something, I’m just doing this as a newfound hobby 😵‍💫

You sigh. Your ride was supposed to be here five minutes ago. What is taking the driver so long? “I can’t afford to miss meeting the boss” you think to yourself annoyed. A week ago you got hold of hundreds of secret documents from the league of villains database, giving the government and hero society lots of advantages. You already went to accept an award for your outstanding work as a spy and an ethical hacker, it was even broadcasted on TV. The boss had recently called you in for a meeting and it was tonight. You were invited to a party after that so you had put on your favourite spaghetti strap dress and a black faux fur coat, hair up in a ponytail, high heeled boots, the cutest jewellery you had and of course your prada bag. You don’t know who you were without that bag. You finally hear your phone go off, excited it’ll be the driver announcing he’s around the corner but instead he’ll be an hour late. “Might as well go into the park and take a seat on the benches” you think to yourself, can’t stand another second in these heels.

You sit and just take in the beautiful cold night air, suddenly a hand grabs your neck from the bushes behind you. Before you make a sound a deep husky voice says “don’t make a fucking sound. Your heart drops from his voice and the smell of ashes and burnt flesh, you quickly grab your phone to make an emergency call but he grabs your wrist and burns you. “Fuck” you hiss, only to have him chuckle in reply and go “I’ll take that princess” as he takes away your phone. You are too scared to look at him expecting a weird ugly guy, but he grabs your face and makes you face him. “We don’t have all night princess, look at me will you. I won’t bite” he laughs. When you turn to stare at him you’re in awe, he is so beautiful even with burnt skin, fuck it made him hotter and you can hear your heart skip a beat. He burns you lightly while keeping the chokehold, “hey, I’m talking to you”. You snap back to reality, the fear is slowly coming back. “Whatever you want I don’t have it” you gulp..”he is really attractive especially with those icy blue piercing eyes of his” you think to yourself. “Oh no that’s where you’re wrong, you’re that hacker bitch who caused a lot of trouble for the League Of Villains. I’m here to take back what’s ours. I know you have it, we got an anonymous tip” he says directly into your ear as he tightens the grip on your throat, making it very hard to breathe. “I-I don’t have it, I swear. It was sent off a few hours ago to-“ he barely lets you finish off your sentence. His grip tightening on your throat as realisation hits. He came all this way for nothing and now he has to go back empty handed…unless?

He lets go of your throat for a second, you see your chance to sprint off and you are going to take it. You quickly get up, not even grabbing your lovely prada bag only to feel something pull you back by the hair. You scream out in pain as Dabi pulls you in. “Not so fast princess, I’m not planning on going back empty handed”. He holds on to your hair as he seats himself on the secluded park bench, guiding you onto his lap. You freeze again out of fear, your dress is so thin and your thong even thinner so when you’re on his lap you can feel a bulge and you don’t know wether to be more fearful or not because of that. “Okay so here’s what’s gonna happen princess. Since you don’t have what I want, I’ll take you instead. The League can take care of you then” you let out a defeated sigh. “The boss is so not going to like this” you think to yourself. “But before I let the league take care of you, we’re going to have some fun” he smirks. It takes you a while to get what he means but when he hikes up your dress you know exactly what he means. “What the fuck stop” you struggle on his lap as he holds you down. “What? You’re saving yourself for some other person?” he almost sounds confused. “No, I’m just not in the mood and even if I was it would not be with a villain-“ he chokes you again. “Don’t play dumb, do you not think I notice the way you look into my eyes or the looks you have continuously been giving me during our interaction?” You look away, knowing deep down he is right. If you were a villain you’d be throwing yourself at him, he speaks to your shadow self, the part of you that desires darkness and an escape. While you were doing all that thinking, a hand slips under your dress and a finger into your ass. “Aah what the fuck-“ it’s so tight, he keeps moving it roughly pushing it in and out. “Shit- AaaAh” it’s just one finger but god damn it’s uncomfortable yet you want more. You find yourself grinding on him for more friction, as more moans are escaping your pretty lips. Dabi laughs. “You gave in that easy? What a little slut. What will your boss think about a villain doing this to you?” His words hit the right spots, this only makes you hornier. He takes his finger out, and flips you on your back on the cold park bench. He unbuckles his belt, your heart beats faster. Here it comes, you pray to god it’s just 5 or 6 inches because you’re sure it’s going in your ass. When his pants and boxers come off an audible gasp leaves your mouth. “T-that’s not going to fit” you gasp with slight panic in your voice. As the park lights hit his penis you can see..”are those piercings??” You are liking the piercings, especially the Prince Albert one. You snap back to reality when he teases your entrance with the tip. “I’ll make it fit don’t worry your pretty little head princess” he smirks at you. He enjoys being too big for you, especially when it’s your ass because you’ll struggle more. It is 8 inches, when hard but he is not fully hard so he’ll grow inside you just to make it more intense for you. He spits on your ass then on his penis as he jerks it a little and when it’s hard enough but not fully hard he fully pushes it in you, in a mating press. He flips his head back with a moan he bottomed out in you but he is not fully hard, “this is gonna be a challenge” he thinks to himself. You can’t keep your moans mixed with screams in, he covers your mouth but the muffled sounds are still loud. “It’s too big please, go fucking slower” you cry out but he doesn’t seem to budge. You can feel him grow, real panic and adrenaline hits you. In that moment you make eye contact, for a second it feels fine but his eyes are evil. Pure evil, he enjoys your pain so much and he leans in to bite your shoulder to make it worse. You scream out again, tears are filling your eyes even though you’re tough and can handle a lot but this is too fucking much. He pulls your hair again, this time making you watch as he fucks you deep in the ass. “Watch this you slut, look how good you’re taking all that.” He says and starts circling your clit.

Pain and pleasure mix together, you feel an anal orgasm coming. “I-I’m gonna cum-“ you squeal, “fuck you’re making me cum and I don’t even know your name!” He chokes you lightly as he gets closer to your ear and whispers in a low deep voice “it’s Dabi, you better moan it loud when I make you cum. Okay?” You don’t reply so he chokes you harder. “I said okay?” He says in a darker almost annoyed voice. “Okay Dabi, I will” you whimper, shaking under him feeling the orgasm coming any second now. “Good little slut, see that wasn’t so hard” he whispers in your ear. You are so loud when you cum screaming his name over and over, Dabi looks at you with pride. But as you come down from the orgasm you start to get enough, your body is being pushed to its limit and it’s too much. Dabi notices this and comes closer to your face to tell you “I don’t care how sensitive and tired you get, we’re not done until I say so. You get it princess?” You quickly reply “Okay Dabi” remembering what he had said earlier. He forces you to orgasm 3 more times even though you’re tired. The fifth orgasm is different, you feel sometimes coming out of your vagina and your hand instinctually goes there. Dabi catches it immediately, but doesn’t say anything. He has a feeling it’s your first time squirting and would rather see you struggle not knowing you’ll squirt and not pee all over him. You are panicking “fuck fuck I better not pee please be over ple-“ you feel him ramming you harder, as if he knows something is up with you. “You’re not fucking funny” you hiss at him. “What ever do you mean” he grins at you. “Go ahead and finish” you glare. “Oh but why, why are you suddenly in a rush? You know after this I’ll bring you back to the league with me” he chuckles. Fuck, that’s right you completely forgot. You’re about to be kidnapped. “Just let go, you’re not going to have this much fun in a while” he tells you as he sticks a finger in your pussy to force you to squirt at this point. You feel it coming and you really can’t hold it in, he keeps fingering you while he is pounding your ass balls deep. There is no escape from this.

Fuck it you think. I might as well let go. You squirt all over Dabi, and because you edged yourself so much thinking it is pee it is way too intense. Dabi makes sure you have an anal orgasm straight after before deciding to fill that pretty ass of yours with cum. He laughs at you and your reaction because you look disgusted with yourself. “Fuck I can’t believe I-“ he laughs. “You just squirted why are you acting like you pissed yourself. Don’t tell me no one has made you squirt.” You are so pissed off right now if you weren’t so tired you’d punch him. “Fuck you Dabi” is all you can get out as he pulls out of you. “A villain made you squirt out of all people” he laughs. Wait til the public sees this. “What?..” you hope imagined what had just come out of his mouth. “Yeah I recorded everything incase you try to escape. How would it look to have this released after getting your award on TV, think about your boss’ reputation.” He was right. “Now, come on princess I have a few friends who would love to meet the hacker that created all the chaos.”

I haven’t spell checked it or proof read but whatever 😗

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[sednas]

─ YOU'RE STILL MAD?

ও dabi x gn!reader

ও content warnings: ns/fw, hatefuck vibes, degradation

"you're still mad at me?"

of all the moments he could have asked you that question, he chose this one.

"a-are you fucking serious right n... now?" you try to articulate, your hands tugging at the sheets, your eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"answer me." dabi orders, pulling you by your arms so he can go deeper, harder.

he's pounding inside you way too fast for you to stay sane, his angry tip pushing against your most sensitive spot again and again, until you're drooling on the mattress. you're thankful that he's holding your arms right now, otherwise you'd fall flat on the bed under the assault of his thrusts.

"still... mad at you..." you manage to say between your whines.

you hear him laughs mockingly behind you, biding your wrists behind your back and grabbing a handful of your hair to lift your head and look at your face, he slowed his pace, his cock now lazily pumping inside you. you feel him getting closer to you, pushing his chest against your back and forcing you to sink into the bed.

"if you're so mad at me why are you squeezing me so fucking tight right now, mmh?"

you raise your eyes to meet his blue ones, he's arching an eyebrow, his mouth slightly parted, you can see his tongue sliding on his teeth with lust as he waits for your answer.

and you really want to answer, you'd love to put this fucker back into his place, but you can't, not with the way he's grinding against you, not when the heat emanating from his body is so addictive. your legs quiver under his weight and he firmly grabs your waist while his other hand is still binding your wrists together.

"silent treatment uh? let's see how long you can keep it quiet then."

without any warning, he starts thrusting inside you again, fast, his cock ravishing your insides and you bite your lip in pleasure.

"look at you, drooling all over the covers, so fucking pathetic." he mocks and he releases his grip on your wrists to grab both of your arms again.

his roughness makes you clench around him and you can't suppress the moan that escapes your lips when you hear the wet sounds of your two connected bodies.

"gonna cum, dabi... I'm so close!" you cry out and you don't even have to look at his face to know that he's smiling.

"answer me first. are you still mad at me?" he asks again, accelerating his thrusts until you're uncontrollably shaking under him.

drunk on the pleasure he's giving you, your blood pulsing inside your veins, you shake your head stupidly, your tongue almost lolling out of your mouth.

" n-not mad anymore... ah! love you so much dabi... please!" you practically beg him and feel your orgasm getting closer and closer, his hips slamming relentlessly against your ass while he smiles condescendingly.

dabi would love to tease you a bit longer but the way your hole tightens around him like a vise makes him forget his own sadistic nature and you both finally cum together, whines and groans mingling and reverberating around the room. he finally let go of your arms and you fall flat on the bed, completely exhausted, your body still trembling.

"you love me, uh?" he asks with a smirk.

"and where do you think you are right now baby?"

"go to hell dabi." you sigh and bite your lip as you feel his cum dripping out of you.

─ REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED <3

[mamayan]

oof your writing is so good 🙈 if your requests are open, would you be willing to write smth for dabi with a nervous virgin reader? Maybe some fingering and petting, lots of praise and encouragement if you're okay with that!! I also wouldn't mind if theres a little dubcon scattered in there for flavour😳 Thank you!🙏

Fuck it’s his favorite— absolutely I will Nonnie♥️ Dabi is nothing if not the perfect gentlemen… sorta. Am I gonna get sued for changing his words in this manga panel? I got carried away with this lol

Yandere Dabi x Virgin! Darling

tw: NSFW • Fem! Darling • Obsessive/Possessive Themes • Implied Mental/Emotional/Physical Abuse • Dubcon • Praise • Virgin! Darling • BDSM • Fingering • Oral • Sex (M)(F) • Denial/Edging • Overstimulation • Dacryphilia • Unprotected Sex • Creampie

The front door slammed loud enough to reverberate around the apartment.

You sat facing the small tv, the screen playing some sort of cartoon with the volume on low, unmoving even as the thuds of his boots against vinyl faux wood flooring became louder. You were curled around your legs, pulled to your chest as your bare feet seemed to absorb the cold around you, icy skin keeping you grounded. Only a thin ratty oversized t-shirt and tiny shorts covering your body, despite the broken thermostat keeping the apartment at almost freezing temperatures.

Dark combat boots entered your field of vision, you numbly let your eyes flick up to take him in. He smelled like cigarette smoke and whiskey, the burning scent making acid bubble up in your stomach to your throat, but you meekly swallowed it down and gave a wobbly smile. “W-welcome home…” it was said with all the enthusiasm of a man walking towards his execution.

He crouches down to face you better, forearms resting on his knees as he levels you with a… soft look.

It has chills shooting down your spine, your stomach rolling and clenching while your chest heaves with anxiety. He’s not a soft man. He’s never been soft, not really, only in strange sporadic moments does he gently do anything to you, but it’s always followed by something sinister. Always.

“Hey pet, you cold?” He’s sadistic and cruel even on a good day. His words immediately making your eyes burn as you try to stop the impending tears. You’re always cold, left freezing locked up until his return, your only source of comfort and warmth him. It was a nasty play, logically you knew it, but logic was what got you hurt so you nodded despite the itch in your heart begging you to hold out a little longer. “M’cold…” you assent, unable to see the defeated dull look in your own eyes, but he could.

“C’mere then,” his smile is so sweet, his staples hardly pulling and his usually vibrant eyes more subdued and gentle. You wanted him to stop whatever game he’s playing now. Whatever sick trick he’s got hidden to make your walls crumble around you. His arms spread open, his knees hitting the floor so he could straighten his spine, and his embrace looking so warm.

Like selling your soul to the devil, you caved. Pathetically nearly falling as you all but threw yourself into him.

The fire wielding psychopath was a lot of things, and sadly running warmer than a normal person was one of them. Just being close to him was like sitting near a furnace, heat radiating off him in waves it seemed. You had all the time in the world to hate yourself when he inevitably left you again to nearly freeze, for now you focused on getting feeling back into your limbs as you pressed yourself as close as possible.

His chuckle is breathy as he wraps you up easily, pulling you into his lap as he sits back on his ass now, your thighs on either side of his to let you be as physically close as possible. Well, almost as physically close as possible, because when you were so desperate for his touch like this, it’s hard not to think about you begging for him to really warm you up.

“Better?” He doesn’t really need to ask, not when you’re fighting to keep your hands from digging under his shirt and getting more body heat from him. Your little sigh of contentment adorable, and while his day was mundane, he did get to release most of his pent up frustration on some lowlife pieces of shit. He was in a good mood, but he’d be in a better one soon.

“Hn” your little affirmation quiet as you rested your cheek against the exposed skin of his collarbone, breathing him in and relaxing as your stiff muscles and joints soaked his warmth up greedily. You didn’t even fight when his hands began to smooth over your skin, up your calves and thighs to your ass where he gave a little squeeze. You put up no resistance, no screaming or fighting tonight it seemed. “You still cold?” His lips are right are by your ear, warm breath blowing over it and sending a shiver of something… different down to your stomach. The stale cigarette scent wasn’t as bothersome to you when he wasn’t being mean it seemed.

You let him pet and stroke your skin, warming you up gradually and shifting you both around until your core was against his stomach and he was flat on his back. He even lifted up his shirt and your own a bit to give more contact, the staples across his chest smoother than you’d initially thought.

This was all wrong and you were without a doubt being soothed into… something. Peace? A sense of safety? Whatever it was, you mentally kept yourself prepared. Even if his touch was soft and careful, you knew what lurked behind those pretty eyes.

“You stopped shakin’…” his observation was more of a statement, but indeed you had warmed up enough not to shiver anymore. He wasn’t usually so nice as to help warm you up like this, usually making you drop to your knees and cling to him while he heckled your behavior.

Your world flipped too quickly to react. Your back now on the cool floor with his body looming over you.

“You’re still cold though, aren’t you pet?” His smile isn’t nice anymore.

“D-Dabi please…”

“What’s wrong, you don’t want me to warm you up anymore?” It was a thinly veiled threat that had you nearly delirious with panic in seconds.

“N-no I do! I do, please don’t stop!” Your pretty eyes filling with tears made him bite down hard on his tongue, tasting blood as he struggles to keep himself calm. It’s you after all. You weren’t some cheap whore he screwed for a quick release. You were his.

That meant something. Whether it was good or bad was debatable and complicated.

“Then let me warm you up, it’ll be faster like this,” he’s not lying. Even as he laughs at the confusion and waring emotions on your face, he really isn’t lying to you this time.

His lips aren’t soft. The kiss nothing like the ones you’d sneakily shared with a crush under the school bleachers, that kiss was a bit too wet and slimy. This one was commanding. His tongue easily slipping into your mouth in your shock, happy to invade and taste you, to share the overwhelming taste of tobacco. Your hands are tangled in his coat, tugging lightly on the fabric as he devours your mouth. He pulls back when you start to struggle, and the sight of your swollen parted lips has his pants uncomfortably tight. His zipper digging into his cock now.

“Dabi—,” your voice is barely even a whisper, almost inaudible but he catches it and pauses as he looks down at you carefully.

The fact that he’s even being careful should be considered as a mercy.

“Please be gentle…” your lips twist into a grimace, the lame line the only thing your muddled mind can conjure. His snort of amusement not helping your wounded pride, but as he shrugs his coat off and looks down at you, his words give you pause.

“I’m going to make you forget everything bad tonight pet.”

He doesn’t elaborate. You don’t need him to. You don’t want this. It doesn’t matter though, because you never wanted any of this. His sanity not even in question, because he’s clearly out of his damn mind and has been for quite a while.

His shirt is next, revealing his chest in the dim light of the tv still playing quietly, the words not even registering as a language you understood. The damaged flesh leathery and colored a dark purple in contrast to his healthy skin. You lay limp and almost defeated beneath him, watch as his hands deftly remove your own shirt, and while it’s not the first time he’s seen you naked… this would be the first he’s touched you so intimately. Your breasts exposed to the cool air harden quickly, his smile predatory as he leans over your chest to flick one with his tongue.

The sensation shoots straight to your pussy.

“Pretty little pet, are you scared?” His question is rhetorical, but you hate how he just seems to know your thoughts and feelings. So much so you wanted to ask if he hide a second quirk. In a last act of defiance, you shake your head. You are scared, terrified of what else there even is to lose because this evil man seems determined to take and have all of you. He’s insatiable for whatever you have, like a vampire taking the life right out of you. Except he won’t kill you, even if sometimes you wished he would. To end this game.

“Pfft, you look so serious,” his face is filled with only hunger and amusement, as he lets his rough palms rest over your breasts, squeezing lightly as he lets himself just take you in. His hands drag over your much softer skin, looking at the odd scar here and there left by his flames during the early days of your readjustment period. He lets one hand rest just over the mound of your pussy, still covered by the thin shorts that hardly covered anything. He’s quiet, and so are you, as you breathe and struggle to stay still for whatever this was. You imagined it to be more violent, less pathetic on your end, as if you’d given up without a fight.

Your tears of frustration finally broke and trailed down your cheeks, your brows furrowed and cheeks puffed as you try to stay silent and uphold whatever amount of dignity you had left. You wouldn’t beg him to stop, it only spurred him on. When his eyes looked back up, the image of you nearly drove him feral as he grinned, giddy with excitement in lieu of you crying. His snicker of approval only making you flinch back as his fingers hook inside the waist band of the shorts and your underwear.

“Keep crying pet. Maybe a hero will come to save you?” His words drip sarcasm as he now roughly yanks your bottoms down and off your body in one swift motion. You’re left completely nude and shivering as the cold seeps back into your body as you lay on the floor. “I don’t think any heroes even patrol this side of town anymore. Too dirty and messy, they can’t be bothered to save people here. So I guess that leaves just you n’me.” He’s not looking at your face, though he’d be elated to see the look of crushed hope painting your features, instead his eyes were trained on your tightly shut thighs. The soft skin a bit distorted from how hard you squeezed them closed. His dark hair falling a bit into his gaze as he easily digs his fingers roughly into your flesh to pry them open.

“Hii!” You cry of pain and shock adorable to his eyes as he gets an eye full in the dim light of your wet pussy.

“Better keep these spread pet, if I gotta open them again for you, I’ll give you a real reason to cry.” His eyes are fierce and foreboding as they meet your gaze, and fear keeps you compliant as you obey and keep your legs open where he left them. He smiles in approval, humming to himself as he begins to undo his belt and open up his pants.

He shifts to one handedly yanking his pants down to free his aching cock, his free hand moving to his open mouth to layer on his own saliva to his fingers. The wet digits brought to your pussy as you whimper, gently spreading your folds and admiring it as he grips his hard cock in his hand. You make the mistake of looking at it.

He’s covered in piercings. His cock long and thick, more so in the middle, with a slight upward curve… but there’s two distinct barbs through his dick on both sides, with the tip sporting one prominent one that had you wanting to disobey and close your legs anyway. It looked frightful and painful if anything else, and you briefly wondered if he did this to ensure his victims were thoroughly tormented at every step.

“Fuck look at you baby, so pretty like this aren’t you?” He’s gently poking and circling your clit, loving each little scared gasp and unsure look you shoot his way. He can tell it feels good for you, but with the uncertainty and fear factor of his looks and his cock, you’re wound tight in apprehension. He thinks it’s a beautiful sight on you. Your little sniffles and pouty lips captivate him into leaning over you again, licking your lips until you open and let him kiss you again. It’s languid and lazy like him, proving how good his mood currently is by how he’s taking his time with you. Your hands stay by your side, gripped tight into fists as you feel a finger begin to push inside of you.

He breaks the kiss the time, looking down to see you take his finger.

“Not so bad is it pet?” He wiggled and pushes it as deep as he can go, loving how your back aches and chest juts out in his face for easy access. He’s nice as he works you open with one finger, lavishing your sore nipples with licks and bites. You keep the moans soft and low, struggling to hate this like you thought you would.

It didn’t hurt at all. It felt good. That was the problem. Dabi never makes you feel good, he torments you like a cat with a mouse. That’s why he calls you pet.

So when he squeezes in a second finger and you moan louder? You nearly knock a tooth out slapping a hand over your lips in embarrassment.

“No you don’t,” his fingers rip free from your tight cunt, both hands gripping your wrists and pinning them with one hand above your head. He grabs his jacket, using the arms to make a makeshift cuff to lock your hands together. “Keep’’em right there,” he orders, and by his stern features you know he means it.

Tired of just testing the waters, Dabi crawls down your body in favor of bringing his face directly before your pussy. “Dabi?” Your head lifted to try and see him as he wraps his arms under your hips to hoist you up higher towards his awaiting mouth. “Been thinkin’ of how this pussy tastes for months,” he grins, letting his pierced tongue run from your dripping hole to your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your body as your legs jolt and snap around his head.

You realize quickly and apologize, opening them to avoid any punishment.

“Good girl~” you don’t like how his praise warms you up further, your shaking now less from cold or fear and more from arousal.

He repeats his first few licks, before beginning to truly lavish your pretty cunt with his tongue and skills. Dabi isn’t actually an experienced man, most women fearful or disgusted by him for obvious reasons, but it wasn’t hard for him to figure out your reactions and follow the flow of your pleasure. The way you twitched and moaned, struggled to keep your hands in the spot he ordered you to, to keep your legs spread, he loved all of it. When your moans became high pitched whimpers and whines, and your muscles spasmed, he knew you were close.

“D-Dabi I think I—,” you were so close, core wound so tight you could snap at any second, and for the first time you liked what he was doing to you.

Until he stopped.

“No—!” Your cry was embarrassing, as you shook beneath him in horror of your own reaction. Panting and trying to catch your breath as your pleasure faded by the second, his Cheshire grin soaking up your disappointment eagerly. Of course he would, you felt bitter, even as he returned to licking and sucking your clit. Only when the build up returned did you relax again, moving your hips up a little as you neared the crest once more…

He stopped again.

“Dabi—!” Your indignant tone telling as you huffed, sweat beginning to dot your skin despite the cool temperatures, Dabi’s warmth even removed like this helping.

Your stomach ached with the urge to cum. “Something wrong pet?” His face said he knew what was wrong, but it seemed he wanted you to say it. Instead you stubbornly pressed your lips together, his shrug of nonchalance following as he returned to kissing and sucking, slower and more gradually building you up again.

Even if you mentally prepared for it, he let you get much closer to coming than the previous times, so when he pulled away, your legs clamped tight around his head to stop him. “Fuck, please Dabi,” you hated yourself. Hated how he held so much power over you.

If you didn’t look so cute, he’d probably punish you too for not listening.

“Please what?” You watch as he lets a drop of his salvia drip into your pussy, your trembling legs pushed open again by his hands as he stares up at you.

“P-please…” you didn’t want to say it, didn’t want to give him anymore of yourself but… “—please make me cum.”

He looks like that cat which got the milk. His satisfaction palpable as he laughs. “Well why didn’t you just say so? Since you said please.” His teasing tone muffled again soon by your wet pussy, his aggressive approach now much more intense as he eats you out with the purpose of making you cream his face now.

It doesn’t take long before the string violently snaps inside you, your orgasm intense and nearly painful as you come apart.

“Ah, yes, oh—,” you try to shift away, his tongue still laving your clit as he looks up at you, narrow gaze teasing and telling as you whine. “D-Dabi I-I already—ah please!” You almost bite your tongue when he sucks hard on your clit, your panic building with another orgasm. You moan, your head thrown back as your fingers grip and tug on the binding of his coat, hips shaking as you come again.

His lower face is soaked, but he can’t find it in himself to stop as he licks up all your release and noses your clit. Switching his assault to inside of your quivering hole, letting his wet hot tongue slither in, licking and poking your walls. He moans with you now, relaxing as he lets himself get comfortable, leaning against your thigh he has propped up now with his arm keeping you locked in position. He’s lazily feasting as you come again, this time breaking his rule and trying to push his face away with your hands still bound.

He doesn’t even stop then, just uses his free hand to grip the fabric and anchor your hands to your stomach as he continues to work you into another frenzy.

“S’too much! Stop! Stop Dabi! Please fuck, I can’t, ugh, no more—,” your pleas are ignored as he laughs, eyes crinkling as he watches you twitch and jolt with even the tiniest amount of pressure to your clit now.

“I thought you wanted to cum? Change your mind already?” You can hardly manage a full sentence, gasping for air like he’s choked you or something. He relents though, only because his cock is close to shooting his load even though he hadn’t touched himself while playing with you. Using his coat, he lifts your hands back above your head and scoots forward to let his heated cock slap against your wet folds. His hips automatically jerking a few times as his dick feels the soft wet heat your cunt is soaked in.

“You want my cock pet?” You look delirious and exhausted, sweat making your hair cling to your face as you briefly almost admit to being too warm now. Your both chilled and overheated as your sweat dries. Your blurry vision glances down to his throbbing length peaking at you from below, the heavy rod sliding back and forth through your slick and causing your pussy to twitch as he nudges your clit with it.

“S’not gonna fit…” his lip nearly splits on his smile, the cute admission only making him wanna shove it in you more to prove it will fit.

“You don’t think so?” His eyes look inhumanly blue from the cast of whatever show played on the tv now. One hand stays to keep your own pinned, while the other travels down your soft body to grip his cock and line himself up. “‘Cuz I think it will,” then he’s pushing in. His tip goes in easier as it gets crushed by your tight convulsing cunt, the rest engorged by blood feels painful as you cry, Dabi moaning as your gooey walls try to force him out. “I think,” one sharp thrust sinks a whole inch in, your eyes opening wide as tears spill freely, “I’ll get my entire cock in,” he pulls out only a little before shoving in a little more again. “And you know what else I think?” He’s leering down at you, manic grin frightening with the added shadows cast. You can feel his piercings, tugging and forcing themselves inside as he shifts and pushes, nearly stealing your ability to breathe.

“I think you’re gonna like it.” You can’t talk and he knows it, as his tip kisses your cervix, and then it’s bruising it as he shoves himself to entire way in, gasping in pleasure he sees himself fully sheathed inside you. His groin flush with your ass. Your walls so tight it feels impossible to pull out now. It doesn’t matter to Dabi though, as he grits his teeth and rocks forward and back, creating delicious friction on his cock. You’re left to sniffle and cry, pussy stretched painfully wide and aching deep inside from how his rough entrance.

“Poor little crybaby,” he chuckles, leaning closer to lick the tears off your cheeks as he finally gets himself wet enough to begin a slow pace inside you. “You’re so fuckin’ tight,” he growls, burying his face in your neck for a moment while he ruts into you, quick short thrusts working him close to his orgasm. His hand works between you, thumbing your clit as you cry and writhe beneath him, pussy clenching and relaxing as you’re forced to cum with something thick, hot, and painfully heavy inside your cunt.

“Shitttt,” his teeth sink into your neck, grunting as his balls draw tight and he pumps his boiling load deep into your womb, pushing even deeper as it twitched and spurts. Your legs locking and trembling as you see stars.

He stills for a moment, catching his breath quickly as he lifts up to look at your ruined appearance. Your face covered in tears as you pant, eyes nearly closed as struggle to stay awake. Your pussy even messier, slick and cum coating you both and the floor, a tiny bit of pink mixed too.

The thought that it was him who ruined your innocence, taken your first and last, has him hardening again inside you.

You can only whine, silently pleading for a break, but his answering smile is familiar and devious.

“C’mon pet, we’re just getting started tonight.” He chuckles, pulling his hips back before roughly slamming into you now. The shock woke you up fully, pussy protesting the rough treatment he sets as the room fills with salacious noises, your pussy squelching with each slap of his balls. The piercing on his tip hitting a new angle as he leans back and jerks your hips up off the floor.

“Oh!” Your vision goes black as you cum, and Dabi only laughs and fucks you harder as you pass out, loving the stupid expression on your fucked out face.

“That’s it pet, said I was gonna make you forget!” He’s emptying another load inside you not longer after, his own dick becoming a bit overstimulated but too engrossed fucking you to stop yet. With you half conscious, it’s easy to slip out and flip you to your stomach before sliding back in smoothly. “Fuck, you feel so good baby, taking my cock like you were made for it,” his words are slurred in his pleasure, his hips working against your ass as he drags his slick cock out of your pussy before working it back in. He’s even deeper like this, your belly and hips flat on the floor as he fucks you.

You can’t even remember why you didn’t want this anymore. The pleasure and warmth overwhelming and so perfect.

At least as he fills your pussy again, you don’t feel cold.

[heartfullofleeches]

Masterlist

A masterlist of (most) I've left out some I'm not confident in/were mushed together through errors in the tumblr app. Reader is always gn unless stated otherwise in post

Oc Pronouns: X

OCS:

Quick Oc Intros - Lee, Host, Elliott (X)

Character Concepts - Yandere Incubus and Paralysis Demon - C.C, Verona (X)

Grand Prize: Yandere Show Host x Reader (Host intro) (X)

Host x Co-host reader (X)

Host Nsfw headcannons (X)

Host with flirty reader (X)

Lee headcannons (X)

Lee"s name (1)(2)(3)

Cutting your finger by Lee (X)

Cinema (Elliot Wiltshire intro) (X)

C.C (incubus) blurb (X)

C.C with anxious reader (X)

oc heights (X)

ocs with flustered reader headcannons (X)

oc's thought of starting a family (X)

oc's reaction if reader has a significant other (X)

ocs with a flirty reader (X)

Who would be willing to share an s/o (X)

which ocs are most willing to let their darling have a pet (X)

ocs react to the reader with the bubbly personality (X)

not writing descriptions for this (nsfw) (X)

how ocs kiss their darling (X)

Putting your hand on ocs thigh (X)

ocs with picky eater (X)

ocs with college student reader (X)

telling them you love them (X)

Mutli Part series:

Accidental Cult:

Starting the cult (X)

Your God gets jealous (X)

God lies to followers for worship (X)

Reader kills for their god (X)

Supernatural Harem Masterlist (X)

Supernatural Harem headcannons:

Baron(demon) nsfw (X)

Maddox (reaper) headcannons (X)

Alasdair (Gurdian Angel) (slight nsfw) (X)

Petting Alasdair"s wings (X)

harem with reader that cant swim (X)

kissing the harem a good morning (X)

harem with reader that likes to lay on their chest (X

painting the harems nails (X)

Alasdair true form (X)

harem stealing your clothes (X)

reader trapped on earth after death (X)

Jeremiah (priest) with angel reader (X)(2)(3)(4)

Misc:

Hurt: Male masochistic yandere bully x shy reader (X)

Opposites: violent male yandere x quiet reader (X)

Male yandere doll maker x doll reader (X)

Submissive male yandere x healer reader (X)

Beast: Male yandere x monster reader (X)

Show time: male yandere show host x reader (X)

Yandere Naga squeezing reader as a punishment (X)

Male yandere x crime boss reader (X)

Male yandere x delinquent reader (X)

Male yandere x superhuman reader (X)

Yandere male delinquent x reader (X)

Male servant yandere x Vampire s/o (X)

Male yandere x touch starved reader (X)

Forgiveness: Yandere cult x god reader (X) (2)

Male yandere fighter x healer reader (X)

yandere god taking interest in a cult member reader (X)

yandere God of death x reader (X)

Touch starved male yandere x supernatural reader (X)

The Beast's pet: yandere male x werewolf reader (X)

yandere supernatural creature x reader (X)

male yandere x vampire reader (X)

male yandere x crime boss reader (X)

Chase: male yandere x monster reader (X)

Pumpkin Carving: Yandere demon x reader (X)

My Guardian Angel: Yandere x reader (X)

Pretty Face: Yandere x serial killer reader blurb (X)

Symbiosis: Mutualism - Yandere cult x genderless deity reader (X) (2)

male yandere x shapeshifter reader (nsfw) (X)

Yandere male spider hybrid (X)

Male yandere x serial killer reader (nsfw) (X)

Yandere naga (X)

yandere husband X monster reader (X)

yandere merman x pirate captain reader (X)

male yandere exorcist x ghoul reader (X)

Masochistic Male Yandere x Friendly Sadistic Reader (X)

Yandere husband x Psychic Reader (X)

Flowers By Your Grave: Unnamed Male Yandere x Reader (X)

yandere male crime boss x male priest reader (X)

Fandom works:

Kai Satou - yttd (X)

Sullivan - Obsolete Dream (X)

Sal - Wadanohara (X)

Maekami - Obsolete Dream (X)

Masochistic Pro hero Hitoshi Shinso (X)

Masochistic Dabi (X)

[bakugoushotwife]

Poke

Piercer!Dabi x Fem!Reader AU

req: @allofthisistemporaryy

Summary: you've been searching for the perfect place to get you nipples pierced, but nothing is like the reviews said...

warnings: MINORS DNI, explicit smut, rough sex, choking, sadist!dabi, spanking, spitting, mentions of needles and descriptions of piercing practices.

You take a deep breath in and sigh it all out, standing outside the dingiest building you could possibly picture. It looked like it smelled. Could you really go through with this? You look back down at your phone just to make sure you were in the right place. Yup, address matches. You click over to the reviews tab, something you had already studied on your mission to find the perfect piercer. You peered at the words on the screen to see if anything had changed on your way over here. 

“I always ask for Toga! She’s the best!” One review read, rating the piercer a 5 out of 5. 

“The owner is a little intimidating, but Toga is always great and painless!” 

“Toga’s amazing every time! I won’t let anyone else near my body!” 

Another shaky sigh leaves your mouth, feeling somewhat reassured, you turn your phone off and march yourself up to the shoddy door of the establishment. The building was almost entirely brick, except for a wooden porch out front. It was very obviously an old house, probably too run down and dangerous to function as an actual home. It didn’t look very big, the door on the front hanging on the hinges with nothing more than hopes and dreams. There was a neon sign that only half worked hanging in the window, the wire from the ‘Tattoo and Piercing’ sign weaving through the blinds. You take another deep breath, and throw the door open with more force than you intended. A little bell jingles as you step in, gray and stained carpet muffling your footsteps as you drag your way to the service desk. The desk was tall and wooden, overtly so. You leaned up to see if there was anyone behind, as there were no other customers in the shop. 

You can hear the faint buzz of the tattoo gun running in one room, but that’s it. The room does have a smell, you discovered. It’s a mix of tobacco and weed, maybe even alcohol. You can’t tell if it’s the drinking kind or the sterilizing kind, but with the other scents factored in it was probably the former. There was a ‘ring for service bell’ sitting on the desk, and you wondered if you should use it. 

Just as you convince yourself to press it, you hear the buzzing stop and the sound of clothes shuffling and footsteps approaching the other side of the tall desk. A man peers out at you, smirking. 

“I thought I heard someone come in. What can I do for ya sweet cheeks?” He asks, taking you by surprise. You didn’t want to stare too long, but you determined almost immediately that this must be the intimidating owner that some of the reviews mentioned. 

He was tall, much taller than the huge desk that served at the barrier between you. He was lanky, what you could see of his arms covered in brands and tattoos, sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He leaned against the doorway of the room he just came from, folding the arms you were staring at over his chest. The fabric of his white t-shirt was worn enough to where you could see the outlines of more tattoos and even the metal of nipple rings peeking through. His jacket was blue, like his eyes, but the most striking thing about him was his white hair. You were nervous, you knew it was going to be hard to walk into any piercing shop and ask to get your nipples pierced, but you had done all the research to ensure you landed with a female piercer. 

“I dunno sign language, lil lady. Hello?” He asked, a pierced eyebrow raised in your direction. He chuckled after, revealing white–and sharp– perfect teeth. 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You say quickly, trying to come up with a good excuse for you to be so dumbstruck. “I was just expecting a woman, all the reviews..” You trail off, unsure of how to say what you were in for today. 

The man chuckled again, the sound reverberating through him. It made you smile awkwardly, debating if he was laughing at you or not. “I see! You’re wanting a piercin’ huh? Toga’s off today, but she’s my apprentice. I’m the owner, Dabi.” 

You nod once, contemplating your next move. “Oh, well..I suppose I’ll come back another day then…” You hum pleasantly, giving him a kind smile to make up for your lack of conversation and business. 

“Ah sweetheart,” Dabi pouted, unfolding his arms to lean forward across the desk, “I never get to do the fun pokes anymore, stuck doin’ tattoos all damn day. I don’t bite, hun…what’re you wantin’ done?” He asked curiously, a glimmer of something you can’t place flashes across his eyes. 

Dabi licks his lips as he waits on your reply, looking over your figure smoothly. You were a fine little thing, he decided a few minutes ago, and he didn’t want to let you slip out of his grasp without knowing he’d see you again. 

You hug yourself, biting the inside of your lip. His presence was indeed intimidating, you can verify, but there was something else making you nervous. He was gorgeous, the type of sexy everyone models their bad boy fantasies after. You knew you’d probably have a few of those later…

The idea of him near your chest gave you goosebumps, and before you could really argue with yourself, you blurted, “I want my nipples pierced.” 

This time Dabi doesn’t try to conceal the hungry look in his eye. That was it, the look you couldn’t quite place. “‘S that so, doll?” He asks, tapping a black painted finger on his cheek with a devious grin. “I’m great with nipples, you can ask around.” He winks, you feel your cheeks heat up and your pussy throb involuntarily. You nearly gulp. He pushes open the traffic door to beckon you back behind the desk, to follow him to his piercing room where he could have his way with you in private. 

Your mind blanks, a flush creeping over you. Why save the fantasies for later? Your body moves forward, and for once you were glad it was acting on its own accord. He lets the door swing behind you, leading you just around the corner to his workspace. 

Dabi smirks as he watches you take a seat in his chair. He closes the door behind you, popping the lock subtly. He wouldn’t want anyone to intrude on his private session, now would he?

He can tell you’re nervous, even though this is by no means your first piercing. He notices a few on your ears and the obvious nostril. He grins to himself, it’s just because of him. “Relax, lil thing. It’ll just hurt worse if you tense up.” He warns, his predatory gaze seemingly devouring your innocent one. 

He pulls a rolling stool between his legs, sliding to the edge of his tattoo chair effortlessly. He sat between your dangling legs, a permanent smirk etched into his features. “So princess, wanna take your shirt off for me?” He coos, resting his hands on either thigh. His fingers were long and slender, and even the touch to your leg set you on fire internally.. You could barely stand to think about how they would feel on your skin, or inside of you. How were you gonna make it through this? 

You nod, reaching for the hem of your t-shirt. Sitting up slightly, you pull it off in a swift motion, letting it fall to the floor. Your eyes focus on his, the intensity of his turquoise glare sending a chill down your spine. You feel the prickly air blow across your nipples, perking them up beautifully. His eyes fixated on them, making you shift your legs to relieve some of the pressure. You wanted him badly.

The good news is, he wants you just as bad. “No bra, I like your style…”He purred, not even bothering to hide the way he stares at your chest, thanking whatever deity blessed him with the opportunity to put his hands on them. “Stand up, I need to mark where the needle will go…” He said, scooting out slightly so you could get to your feet. He didn’t give you much room, still sitting on his stool. You practically had your breasts in his face, and you can feel the tips of your ears burn. 

“Perfect.” He sighs, and you bite your lip. “You’re in good hands baby. You trust me?” He asked, that lusty glint in his eye returning as he reached out for his piercer pen. 

You nod. You don’t know exactly what he’s referring to, but you knew no matter what he asked you to do, you’d do it with little to no protest. Your dignity was fleeting, any rational thoughts being snuffed out by the heat in your core and the building slick in your panties. 

“Say it. Out loud.” He requested simply, laying out the pre-packaged jewelry and needles on a tray next to him. 

“I trust you, Dabi.” You say, voice barely above a whisper. You catch your lip between your teeth as you admire him again. His side profile was so pretty, every feature pointed and sharp. 

“Good girl. I’m going to touch you now, to mark these pretty things up.” He says, turning back to face you. 

“Please.” You say, mentally chiding yourself. Jeez, why wouldn’t you say ‘go ahead’ or ‘okay’, now you sound desperate.

But Dabi enjoyed the way the word sounded on your tongue, and he knew he would drive you to the point of saying it over and over again. His fingers are icy when they land on the supple tissue of your left breast. He holds it just because he knows he can, letting your breasts hang as they would naturally so your piercing comes out perfect. He is still a professional, after all. He marks either side of your nipple before moving to the next side and repeating the action. 

He watched your areolas constrict even more, making him smile. He’s seen quite a few pairs of titties, but none made his pants feel as tight as they do now. “I’m sure you’ve done your research, pretty girl? Y’know no one can go near these jugs for at least six months, probably closer to a year.” He peers up at you from his stool, and his question makes you blush again, or maybe just the eye contact. 

“Y-yeah, not gonna be a problem. No one’s been near them for the past 6 months to a year already.” You chuckle to yourself, wishing you could keep your mouth shut once more. Why did you say that, just so he’d know you’re available?

“Noted.” Dabi simply replied, almost validating your compulsive need to overshare. It seemed as if he were genuinely wondering. “Sit at the edge of the chair for me, sweet thing.” He nodded towards the seat, putting on his gloves as you obeyed. 

Suddenly, your nerves were focused on the pain you were about to endure, mind racing and body tingling with adrenaline. He picks up a needle and slides his stool back between your legs, using his other hand to drag his tray closer to him. “Aw, don’t be scared, dollface. I’ll take good care of you. You can squeeze my leg when it hurts, deal?” He offered, his stare much softer at the moment. 

“Mhm.” You nod, trying to shove away all your worries. You had been through much worse, and you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of this sexy body shop owner. You place your hand on his thigh, his body bent over to have a good angle on your chest. 

“Take a deep breath.” He waits for you to follow his instruction before moving on, “Ready and–” He jabs the needle through your delicate skin, humming pleasantly at your reaction. You squeeze down on his leg with most of your strength, wincing barely.“Good girl,” He praises, dragging out the ‘o’ sound to show how impressed he was. “Here goes number two.” He warned, quickly lining up for the other side. 

“I know it’s brutal but you’ll thank me later. Deep breath.” He cues, waiting for your sharp intake of breath before pushing through your other nipple. “There you go, that’s it.” He cooed, patting the hand you left resting on his leg. He slides backward on his stool to get a better look. “Oh yeah babe, those look perfect on you.” He smirks, guiding you to stand. 

You cling to his hands shakily, the adrenaline still coursing through your body. He leads you to the mirror on the wall, letting you see your newly decorated chest. You beam, pleased with the results. The pain really wasn’t so bad when you’re daydreaming about the piercer. His hands rest on your hips, his touch so light you almost didn’t feel it until you saw his grip in the mirror. Your eyes flicker back up to his gaze staring at you through the reflection. He’s smirking, like he always is, watching your expression eagerly. His presence suddenly hits you again all at once. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, just inches away from yours. His breath is icy, fanning over your face and tickling your neck. 

Before you can think better of it, you press your ass back against him. Your eyes widen once you realize what you’ve done, but  his arm slides around your waist to hold you there before you can panic. “Hm, good to know it wasn’t just me.” He cooed into your ear, pressing his bulge against your backside. His other hand slides up your body, careful of your fresh piercings, until his fingers are grasping your jaw, the arm around your waist retreating slightly, his hand resting above your clothed crotch. “Did you want something, sweetheart?” He asks, his eyes dancing like the flickers of blue flames. 

You open your mouth to speak, but close it quickly once you realize you don’t know what to say. His fingers dig into your cheeks a little more, demanding a response. “Y-yes, I..I want to feel you..please!” You manage, cheeks growing hotter by the second. He rewards you by unbuttoning your pants, the zipper soon to follow. He lets go of your face in favor of yanking your pants down your legs, prompting you to step out of them and kick them aside. You hear him click his tongue. 

“No panties either? Are you sure you weren’t planning on this the whole time darlin’?” He chuckles, grabbing your hips again to turn you to face him. He admires your fully exposed body, drinking in the curves of your frame and the fullness of your ass. He might be devastated that he can't play with your tits, but he can destroy everything else. He didn’t miss the contemptuous glare you threw his way, making him chuckle deeply again. “Oh I’m sorry angel, this is a little unfair, huh?” He asked, pulling his jacket off, paper thin t-shirt soon to follow. 

You grin softly, reaching your hands out tentatively. He grasps your wrists and plants them firmly on his chest. “Don’t be afraid, pretty baby. You can’t hurt me.” He teased, keeping his eyes locked with yours as he slid his own sweatpants off, discarded elsewhere. His hands land in the dip of your waist, his touch is gentle for just a moment, until he’s using this grip on you to push you backwards until you’re sitting on the tattoo chair again, legs kept open by his figure standing between them. Dabi kneels to the floor, breathing directly over your throbbing heat. You moan involuntarily, just from the sight of the man looking up at you with the carnivorous look in his eyes.

He hums at this, the sounds he can get from you without even trying to stroke his ego and grow his cock in his boxers.He hooks his arms around your legs, pulling your pussy to his face without another passing second, causing you to gasp out in surprise, He lets his long tongue lap at your center, just tasting how worked up you already were. He drags your own fluids languidly up and down the entirety of you, his lips trapping your clit. When his tongue flicks at it, you gasp again, the cold metal unnoticed previously. You shouldn’t be surprised,  most everything else was pierced, which only left his…

The sound of his own satisfied grunts drag you away from picturing his length, not expecting him to enjoy himself so much. You feel one of his arms leave you, causing you to open your eyes and figure out why. You smile, your confidence building once you notice the man palming himself over his boxers, unable to resist touching himself while devouring your sweet pussy. “Taste good, honey?” You coo, a taunting lilt to your voice. 

The tone of your voice makes him fluster, determined to satisfy you so completely that there would be nothing for you to say, you wouldn’t be able to form words if you tried. He stands abruptly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before grabbing your neck with gentle pressure. “You talking shit up here, darlin’?” He arches his brow, analyzing your shocked expression. “Now c’mon baby, you didn’t think you could get away with that, now did you?” His slender fingers tighten around your throat slightly. The pressure makes your head buzz, every nerve on your body craving his everything. 

“Open your mouth.” He says, thumbing at your bottom lip with his free hand. You obey instantly, your body arching out toward him in a need to replace his missing touch. He smirks and spits, slightly off center, watching as your tongue darts out to claim whatever he missed. “Taste good, honey?” He mocks, his hand dipping to rub quick circles around your bundle, keeping you from responding. The only thing you can do is gasp and moan breathily.  “Yeah, that’s what I thought. I knew you were a little freak, acting so cute and innocent.” He coos, crashing his lips on yours. He was rough, but you craved that. His lips were soft, but that was about the end of his softness, the way his mouth moved against yours like you were the breath he needed to survive, the way his other hand clutched the back of your neck to keep you from escaping, how his occupied fingers moved fervently around your sweet spot. It was getting hard to handle, the pressure in your gut building to it’s toppling point as his slender fingers slipped into your eager hole, curling and hitting your insides with ease. You screamed, legs twitching as your first orgasm crashed over you, causing you to flush with embarrassment. He didn’t let you recover, grabbing you up and turning you to your stomach. You caught yourself quickly, turning your head to see over your shoulder, watching Dabi shed the last layer of his clothing. 

It was just as you thought, his solid and achingly long cock was studded with piercings, making you weak in the knees. He smirked, noticing your stare. “Oh baby, you have no idea… I can’t wait.” He chuckled, lining up to your entrance. He palms the swells of your ass, pulling your cheeks apart so he can watch the way your pussy puckers around him, sucking him in eagerly. He gives it to you in one push, letting you experience his excruciating thickness, stretching your insides to accompany him. The piercings tickle your gummy spot, making your vision blur almost immediately. Dabi was so grateful for the mirror in front of you on the wall, able to drink up all your lovely expressions of pleasure. 

“That’s my girl. Look at you baby, takin’ it so good for me.” He growls, driving his body weight into his already powerful thrusts. Your mouth drops open, but no sound comes out, your mind so utterly blank. You feel his body lay over yours, his hand grabbing your jaw like he liked to so often. “I said look at yourself.” He demanded, eyes taking in the way your tits clapped together with the force of him. You open your eyes, but admittedly the only thing you’re looking at is him, the sweat pooling on his brow, the way he gnawed on his lip, his hands gripping you so hard his knuckles are white and you know there will be bruises left to remind you of the way he looks in this moment. 

“Y-you’re.. s’pretty.” You whine, falling to your forearms as you begin to crumble again. He hums, propping his leg up on the chair to drive in at a deeper angle. 

“That’s all you, sunshine.” He coos, the sounds you make in return borderline animalistic. It gives him goosebumps, to hear how loud you can get in his honor. He knows he’s close, but he doesn’t want this to end. He wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, letting it come back down in a harsh slap to your ass. He smiles as the handprint he leaves behind glows bright red and you barely holler at the sensation.

Your screams go silent again, your body unable to move with him any longer. Your hips ache, his abuse of your insides causing everything to go black. You swear you see new colors as you cum once again, tightening around his shaft. 

“Oh fuck babygirl.” He groans, squelching and slapping noises filling the air. “You want my cum?” He asked, leaning his weight back over you. 

You can only nod, clutching the chair for dear life. “Please! Oh, god, Dabi please!” You choke out, wishing for nothing more than to feel his relief pool in you. 

He smirks, knowing he would love the way you beg for him. It wasn’t another thrust before he was helplessly draining himself inside you, slowing down his sinful pumps until he was still. Both of you are breathing heavily, and his eyes are still locked on your body in the mirror. He massages at your sore hips, wincing slightly at the bruises already forming. “I can get ya some ice, doll.” He offers sheepishly, dick still sheathed inside. 

You giggle and shake your head. “No, no, I’m okay..it’ll remind me of you.” You hum, a smirk of your own on your face. Dabi had his way with you, as you wanted, but you knew he would be addicted to the feeling. 

He kissed the back of your neck and leaned into your ear. “Now tell me you wish you came back another day.”

[dollwrites]

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 — 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!amateur hero!reader ( sonic scream quirk ), this is a dark fic so do not read if you don’t think you can stomach it. noncon, bondage, forced free use, suggested other villains x reader ( she’s been through it okay ), lots of cum marking, degradation, forced unprotected sex, noncon creampie, dabi’s mean mean, suggested noncon breeding, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ ah my first dabi fic so i hope y’all like it & i hope I do him justice! please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

“We’ve already done a number on you,” Dabi mutters, mostly to himself, as he looks over your figure. you were bound ( too tightly, you might add, your hands and feet were numb from the construction around your wrists and ankles ) to a rickety, metal chair. the bastards folded you in half, tying your legs to the back of it, so your knees jut inward against your chest, your calves framing your face on either side. it was their cruel way of making you as accessible to them as possible, and you’d better believe that they had taken advantage of your compromised position.

what used to be your uniform, even if you’d sewn it yourself so it was a bit shoddy, hung in tattered strips off of you where countless hands had torn at it, ripping gaping holes to grope your breast or expose your sex to them. in place of it, scribbled on the underside of your thighs, were dashes. each, jagged line represented a time that you’d been raped by one of them.

there were starting to be so many that they were making jokes about it, specifically the one in the mask. Mr. Compress, you’d heard him called. ‘I think I’ll have to start writing over some of your count, Dabi. I’m running out of room over here.’

if the tallies weren’t proof enough that they’d abused and assaulted you over and over since you’d been captured, then the condoms were. you were littered with them. whenever whoever was inside of you had cum, they’d rip the prophylactic off and simply toss it on to you. most of the time, they didn’t care that it landed on your belly or your chest, but there were select times when they would purposefully drape them over your face, with the intention of watching their cum leak out over your strained features as you wriggled in disgusted protest.

at least, when you were alone in the dark, you would squirm and rock against your restraints until you knocked some of them off of you, whimpering in relief when you hear them splat against the floor. however, most were stuck to your flesh, drying cum like a sticky, filthy glue.

you hated them for what they did, but even more for making you watch it happen. they’d shoved a thick, solid gag into your mouth and tied it tightly so you couldn’t make use of your quirk and fight back, but they were sadistic enough, no— he was sadistic enough, that devilish Dabi who’d refused to blindfold you.

now, as you stare up at him, you’re sore. exhausted. hungry. violated by him and his comrades so many times that you trembled when he reached to grab hold of your ankle, rubbed raw from the rope, and tilted the chair on to its back legs. “And you’ve still got that bitchy look in your eyes.” hissing, he threatens to topple you over into the floor, pushing against the chair’s legs and letting them creak. but you glare up at him, eyebrows furrowed, choking on every expletive you wanted to scream at him— every possible way you wanted to threaten him. “I thought that annoying resistance of yours would be in shambles by just how much cock we’ve given you. For sure, your eyes would be glassy and dead by now, you wouldn’t tense up, you wouldn’t fight back—“ as if to punctuate his point, Dabi squeezes your ankle, and your leg muscles all contract. you wanted to get one free so you could kick him square in the jaw. “You’d just take it; we might have even been able to take that thing out of your mouth, but as long as you’re being a brat, I can’t trust you not try something stupid.”

“Something is surprising, though,” he continues, glancing down your body. you suppress a shudder. his gaze was icy as it glued itself to your cunt. “Your pussy’s been getting wetter when I slide in.” you clench your tingly hands into fists behind your back, gurgling in muffled argument, one that he ignores. “Like you’re starting to enjoy it.”

oh, god.

you want to scream that he’s wrong at the top of your lungs, that you hated every, single inch, but you couldn’t.

and, would you be lying if you could?

“That was never the goal, you know.” he chuckles, hoarse and wicked as his free hand flees to undo his fly. “You were never supposed to end up liking it, we were supposed to fuck you until you broke, body or mind, whichever came first.”

the heat of a humiliated blush creeps on to your features as you glower daggers up at him, hoping he can feel them.

“I gotta wonder if you’re wet already, watching me whip it out, thinking about how wide you’re going to have to stretch open to take it.”

you shook your head, rocking hard against your binds, your hips jutting forward just as he propped the chair back with one foot, and the hand on your ankle flees to hook two fingers inside you. your eyes water— he was never, ever gentle. his skin was rough, and he pushed them deep and curled to grip you from the inside. your walls spasm around the unexpected intrusion.

“Dripping and clenching already, just like a dirty slut would be.” when he pulls his cock through the gap provided by his open zipper, you tried not to stare at it. it didn’t help that he was pumping it so fiercely, forcing it to life in his fist. “Some hero, huh? Reduced to the bad guys’ cheap, little fleshlight after just a couple of days? You want it so bad, it must be humiliating. Don’t you worry, I’ll give it to you.”

your eyes widen as you realize something vital, and you turn your head to stare at the pile of metallic-wrapped condoms on the table beside you. they kept them there for ease of access, and he knew damn well they were there; he’d been the one to dump a lot of them there, and use a lot of them.

Dabi catches you staring at them, expecting him to reach over, but he rolls his eyes. “We’re past that by now, aren’t we?” he murmurs, pulling his fingers free and grabbing his cock at the base, he presses the swollen head against your trembling core instead and you shake your head, passionately protesting the idea of him pushing in raw. “See, I don’t like you making me look like a liar by hanging on to your pathetic, little pride. This time, I will fuck you braindead. Even if I gotta pump you full of jizz to do it.”

no. fuck, no!

your mind was buzzing with protest, and you push yourself as far up off the chair as you can, jerking arms and legs about in your ropes. you didn’t care if they burned. you couldn’t let this happen.

maybe, it was because you knew that you were already teetering on a very precarious brink, and the right amount of abuse from your captor would be enough to see his mission accomplished.

ultimately, however, your bindings didn’t give, but your body does.

Dabi plunges inside, without the rubber barrier for the first time and barrels through your clenching canal, and you cry out around your gag.

fuck him, you thought.

you screamed it until your throat burned. “FUCK YOU!” but all that made it out was a series of gargling and muffled yelping.

“Shut up, already. ” he groans, breathy as he grabs hold of both of your bound ankles this time, using the leverage to pull you to meet his savage thrusting, “If you didn’t like it, then your cunt wouldn’t be so sloppy fucking wet. I feel like I’m drowning in it.”

maybe you kept babbling to deaden the sound of your own slick, slurping as he pounds you, your walls clenching around him.

you didn’t want to hear how wet it made you to be assaulted by him. because, god, were you soaked.

Dabi wasted no time in finding your limit and crushing it, forcing himself deep with each, brutal buck of his hips, his balls slapping against your sticky flesh. “Goddammit,” he rasps, shifting his position, holding you under him so he can spread his legs and pile drive straight down into you. your eyes roll back at about the same time that the shape of his thick tip started to push a faint bulge in your rippling belly, “you don’t even try to push me out, anymore. That wet, little pussy just takes what you’re given, milks me.” Dabi tries to force a chuckle, but it breaks into a vulgar moan when he bottoms out, smashing his balls against you as if he were trying to see them pop inside of you, too.

you shudder, your thighs shaking, and you try to glare up at him again. but it was more difficult to muster that hatred, because he was, quite literally, fucking the power to fight out of you.

azure gems take note of this, and his smirk is tense, “With the way you’re gripping… Feels like you’re trying to make me cum.” you shake your head, but it’s weak. “You want to break that bad, slut? Excited to take my load? Can’t wait to see what happens when your brain melts?” another head shake, but it doesn’t matter, anyways. he doesn’t care. “You’re a dirty, little liar.”

you mewl, squinting when he slams home harder to emphasize his cruelty, jabbing a hypersensitive knotting of nerves relentlessly, and you writhe in the chair, biting down on the gag. it was solid enough to break your teeth if you applied too much pressure, but you couldn’t help the need to hold on to something. your walls flutter spastically, and Dabi grunts low, his fingers digging into the vulnerable, burning skin of your ankles, “You’re gonna cum with me, aren’t you?”

no.

please, no.

you were begging your body not to humiliate you like this, but you could feel a release bubbling in your lower belly. your insides bunching up into tight knots.

and then there was Dabi, who was pulsating in your guts, pounding you so furiously that you saw stars behind your eyelids when you closed them tight.

“All you need is to feel me shoot it in your belly and you’re done. Watch—“

it was all the warning you got, but it was enough to open your eyes wide— remembering what his intentions were.

oh god, don’t cum, you begged. both him and yourself.

don’t cum inside me!

don’t you dare!

as if that would stop him.

with a strangled moan, he nestled deep with a final, cruel thrust and releases deep. you sputter, helplessly around the gag, staring up at him with your eyes glazing over, because your own release had begun it’s attack. furiously twitching, back arching, your pleasure overrides whatever pride you had left after so much abuse, and your resistance snaps in half.

you broke.

your screams melt away into mindless, muffled moaning, as your hips buck forward to except every spurt of hot spunk that Dabi deposits inside. your belly feels full, and you swear you can feel his essence sloshing around when he rips his cock free from you, leaving an empty, gaping feeling. what you couldn’t hold in your body dribbles out with each pulse of your abused cunt, running white stripes down your ass crack, sticking to the chair underneath you.

hazy, your head hangs forward to stare down your body at the decimation left at your core; you couldn’t see, but feel how your hole convulsed, spitting out Dabi’s cum a little more each time, and had your mind have been intact, you would’ve been cursing him. trying to activate your quirk and scream until his ears bled, until you deafened him. you weren’t. you were whimpering and submissive. your body jerks upwards as if to chase his cock, beg him to put it back in and break you all over again.

“I guess I should tell the others you’re taking it raw now,” he mused, pressing a heavy palm against your sensitive, lower belly. with the pressure applied, more of his cum leaks out of him and you whine, your eyes rolling behind heavy lids. “You’d better hope you’re on a birth control that holds up, slut, or else you’ll be promoted from cum dumpster to baby factory.”

[fatkish]

Would you be interested in doing some HCs for a mortem omega joining up with the league of villains? The league would probably be happy to encourage the more unsavory/violent tendencies in a mortem. Plus, mortem would be able to get a good rotation set up to help with heats. Dabi has a weak constitution, I'd be worried about him. On the other hand, Spinner may be packing double trouble thanks to gecko anatomy, so awkward lizard baby could be an unexpected favorite.

A/B/O League of Villains x Mortem Omega Reader

In this, the reader is a Mortem Omega who has a healing quirk. The following is about the reader and their interactions with the members and what they think of the reader and basic life within the league.

Dabi:

I’d headcannon that he’s an Apex alpha like his dad (something he both loves and hates about himself)

He smells like ash and wintergreen

He was amazed at the reader’s healing abilities as well as their ferocity. They can rip ‘em apart as well as they can heal ‘em

The reader heals his scars constantly but he just gets them right back

He encourages the reader to kill those who threaten the pack

He absolutely loves seeing the omega kill people

Your very protective and loyal to your pack

He’s rough and mean during his ruts. He loves to bite and smack the reader in their most sensitive areas. He’s almost sadistic in the way he’s rough

He a pretty decent mate, he’s very possessive during his ruts and marks the reader up

He loves making the reader cry and scream as he rips orgasm after orgasm out of them during their heat, he’s definitely someone to edge the poor omega

Tomura:

He’s an Apex Alpha but comes off as normal alpha due to his childish personality and behavior

He has a chalky petrichor scent mixed with a slight hint of pine

The reader tends to treat him almost like a pup in the sense that they’ll nuzzle him, cuddle him and try to nourish him by making him drink their milk (Mortems can produce milk if they’re with a pup. Their bodies will produce milk even if the pup isn’t their own, as long as the Mortem believes a pup is theirs, they’ll produce and try to feed them)

He considers the reader as his player 2 and is also very possessive of them

Tomura loves the omega’s attention and doesn’t mind that the reader babies him, he’ll still fuck them during his rut

Is rough and passionate in the sense that he’s more focused on his own pleasure that the reader’s

When the reader is in heat, he’ll fuck them and make them cum on his dick as he feasts on the readers milk and makes a mess of them

Mr. Compress:

I’d headcannon that he’s an alpha

He smells like charcoal and wine

He was originally afraid of the reader unlike the others. After the reader got used to him, he lost his sense of fear

He’s the most calm during his ruts, he’s more romantic and passionate and prefers lovemaking than just sex

Is very observant and focused on the reader’s pleasure during his ruts

During the reader’s heat, he’s the most focused on the reader’s pleasure and will happily use toys on them. He’ll use his quirk and shove as many marbles up into the reader as possible and makes them count each. After he’s fit as many as possible in them, he’ll make them push them out

Some marbles will get stuck so he’ll dig them out with his skilled fingers and tongue which drives the reader mad with pleasure and overstimulation

Kurogiri:

Most likely an alpha but could also be a beta

He smells like evergreen and ocean breeze

He’s sadly the most boring of the group since he doesn’t indulge in his rut (he’s a Nomu and he doesn’t really have to but can if he wants to)

He’s gone most of the time and acts more as a patriarch alpha (old alphas in a pack who lead but don’t have sex with the omegas)

Spinner:

I’d strongly headcannon him as a beta since he doesn’t really have a drive and is more of a go with the flow kind of guy

He definitely doesn’t realize that he kind of holds the group together as he’s the most chill and has the least powerful scent

He smells like musk and sage

He rarely participates in sex, as he does it the least out of the other males

He does have two dicks that the reader loves riding. Part of the reason why he doesn’t do it often is because twice the dicks, come with twice the sensations. He can be very sensitive mostly acts as a fill in for the reader’s heats

Twice:

Surprise, or not, he’s definitely an alpha, but I also think that one of his personalities is an omega or has an omega mindset

He smells like sweet orange and mint (his scents are contrasting like orange juice and toothpaste which most find gross but to reader it’s like a refreshing drink)

He’s actually the sweetest and most passionate of the males. He loves making the reader cum and also feeds on the reader’s milk

He’s pretty energetic and has some stamina so he’s actually one of the best at helping the reader through their heat

He’s so happy that he finally has an omega to call his own

He’s not as possessive so he’s open to sharing the reader during his ruts

Toga:

An Omega. Now hear me out. She wants someone to love her the way she is. Most people reject her based on her scent and it acts as a repellent for most people

She smells like sugar and blood

The reader originally found her and decided to follow her. That’s how the reader met the league, they wanted to protect Toga so they followed her to the hideout

Toga and the reader mostly sleep and snuggle during their shared heats.

They have a shared nest that’s just for the two of them

She loves how the reader isn’t afraid to get hurt and will happily share their blood with her

Loves tag team fighting and they work well together

Magne:

An Omega. Most people think she’s a beta since she’s built and has a more beta like scent but don’t be fooled, she’s a true Omega

She smells like cinnamon and spruce

The reader nests with her and Toga

The reader tried to Kill Overhaul for killing what they deemed as one of their omegas

Already has her own alpha so she leaves during the reader’s heat

[brittsacademia]

• Title: You're My Bitch Tonight

• Pairing: Sub!Dabi X Dom!Reader

• Summary: You couldn't remember what prompted you to snap, but one thing you did know was that you'd make a bottom bitch out of Dabi.

• Warnings/Extra Tags: | Role Reversal | Fem!Reader | Dom!Reader | Sub!Dabi | PWP | Strap-on | Pegging | Handjobs | Nipple Play | Edging/Ruined Orgasms | Multiple Orgasms | Facesitting | Mild Suffocation | Restraints | Inappropriate Quirk Usage | Degredation | Aftercare | Dabi Being Kinda Bratty | Dabi Has Nipple and Dick Piercings | Reader Has a Navel Piercing | Pictures | One Empty Blackmail Threat | Slapping | Some Praise | Overstimulation |

• Word Count: 8,980

Notes: Here it is! The offspring of my current Dabi brain rot and life frustrations! Enjoy the filth, this came out way longer than I originally anticipated. It was supposed to be a short Drabble at first, then I got out of hand. Oops.

Minors, DNI. NSFW under the cut.

Dabi. An A-ranked villain, former leader of the League of Villain's Vanguard Action Squad, and current lieutenant of the Paranormal Liberation Front's Violet Regiment — one of Japan's most wanted. He was a dangerous guy, one that could set fire to the skies and watch with a bored, unbothered glint in his eyes as the ashes of his victims dispersed with the wind.

This was a man set on revenge, one who would stop at nothing to ensure his success. None could stand between him and his goal, less they'd want to face the consequences — an agonizing demise; burned alive with no mercy.

He was a man who held all of the world's hatred in his eyes. A single glance from Dabi would be enough to make even the bravest of heroes second-guess their courage, wondering if their life was worth the attempt at capturing the blueflame user.

Dabi. A man who has killed over thirty innocent people with a straight face, and you knew for sure that more bodies would be added to that ever-growing list.

That's what the news and public said, and you supposed that yeah, they all had a very valid point. It was the truth.

You blinked, looking down at that very man — that very danger to society. Your lips twitched, threatening to break out into a sadistic grin. Your stomach fluttered with excitement because, at the moment, Dabi was none of those things.

Straddling his thighs as he laid on your bed, you never broke his gaze, remaining nonchalant as those pretty cerulean eyes of his narrowed at you with pure anger. You were sure that, should he have the capability of speaking, he'd be spouting some colourful words to express his disdain.

The dark room was illuminated by a hue of (colour) that emitted from your body due to your quirk. The abstract markings adorning your arms glowed, signalling the activation of your quirk, as did your eyes. You knew you lacked pupils at the moment — an aesthetic side effect — and it made you feel like some sort of divinity.

Disembodied, ghost-like hands of the same, faint colour held Dabi by the wrists, pining them above his head. You wouldn't even allow him full control of his legs as another pair of hands held them down; you didn't want to give him the opportunity to squirm much, after all.

And you figured that, since you could produce and control six hands at a time, why not clamp one down on his mouth? Shut him up, for once. It had been your initial goal, but it had escalated.

What had you been arguing about prior to this? You couldn't even quite remember, but that wasn't your preoccupation at the moment. All you could focus on was just how fucking turned on you were at the thought of having full control for once.

His words came out as inaudible, muffled grunts. You tilted your head, fingers tapping at your chin in mock contemplation.

"I dunno, babe. You look right at home down there," you said, voice nothing short of condescending. "If I had known that you'd look this pretty, shit, I woulda done this much sooner."

Of course, you got no coherent response, only sounds resonating from deep within his chest.

"Great. I'm glad we finally agree on something," you said, nodding as you pretended to have a normal conversation.

Dabi's stare hardened — obvious disagreement.

You raised a brow as you watched the hands holding him down glow brighter before dimming once more, signalling his attempt at using his own quirk. The sad display beneath you made you laugh.

"Babe, c'mon. Seriously? You know your quirk won't work while mine is latched onto you," you said before shrugging and making a vague hand gesture. "But by all means, go ahead and feed me more strength. It makes things even more fun."

A sixth hand materialized, slipping beneath his shirt and slithering its way up his torso. It reached his face, tenderly cupping his cheek before offering a few patronizing smacks. They weren't rough, by any means, but they had their desired effect of making Dabi's eyes glimmer with violence.

"Okay, okay," you nodded, mostly to yourself. "I think I'll let you speak a little."

You removed the hand that had been latched to his mouth, sliding it down his neck where you could feel his racing pulse; he was into it, but over his dead body he'd admit it.

Now able to speak, Dabi didn't skip a beat. "What the fuck?" He spoke the words slowly, drawing out every syllable with a low tone in a show of frustration.

"What?" You sneered. "I thought you got off when I'm pissed, so what gives, huh? Can't handle it now that I'm the one who's decided to put you in your place?"

"My place, huh?" He chuckled in disbelief, shaking his head. "Wanna try that again, sweetheart?"

"I'm sorry, I guess I should speak more clearly," you said, placing yourself atop the growing bulge in his jeans. You leaned forward, pressing your chest against his as your lips inched closer to his ear. "Your rightful place as a little bottom bitch."

"Fuck y— hmph."

Dabi didn't get to finish his sentence as you slipped cold fingers into his mouth, nearly hitting the back of his throat. Although the hand wasn't attached to your body, you could still feel the wet, slimy texture of his tongue.

"You can bitch all you want, Dabi, but we both know you're enjoying this as much as I am," you said, sitting straight before rolling your hips against his for emphasis.

You could have sworn that you saw his eye twitch, and you weren't quite sure if it was from arousal or anger. It was then that you softened in the slightest, sliding your hands — your real ones — up and down his sides soothingly as you removed the fingers from his mouth.

"... You know you can tell me to stop, right?" You said, making it clear that, although you were mad at him, you weren't there to make him uncomfortable either.

Dabi looked you in the eye, brows still firmly furrowed, as he held your gaze before casting a glance to the side. It was as if he were ashamed of his predicament and the conflicting feelings swirling inside of him. His mind screamed at him that this new territory wasn't for him, that he'd much rather have you all bent over for him to take his frustration out on your cunt. On the other hand, however, his cock said the opposite, nearly begging him to give in and see where this would go.

Fuck, he'd be a liar if he said that you looked anything but hot at the moment.

Eventually, he settled on his classic, shit-eating smirk. "Fine. Go ahead and have your little power trip. Enjoy it while it lasts, 'cause you know damn well what I'm gonna do to you when this is over."

"I think you're a little confused there. You should be more concerned with what I'm going to do to you," you said with a tilt of your head. "If, for whatever reason, you can't talk, try using your quirk if you want to stop. I'll notice."

“You're being awfully soft for someone who claims to be pissed with me," he said, still being a nuisance. You wondered if it was just Dabi being himself, or if he was being a brat as part of his play. Both, probably.

You smiled; it lacked any warmth, only holding a warning. "Don't worry. I won't be playing soft for too long."

Not being able to move his arms, Dabi gestured with his head, sneering. "Then impress me, sweetheart."

You chuckled. Poor thing didn't know what you had in mind for him, now that you had the green light for full control. That bratty attitude of his? It'd be gone. His pride? Shattered. His mind? So fucking broken.

Ghostly hands that had made their way down to the hem of his shirt, teasingly fiddling with the fabric, now had a firm grasp as they began to lift the clothing up above his head before disappearing into thin air. You made sure to relish in every bit of skin — every purple patch and glistening staple — that was revealed to you. Your gaze was piercing, unwavering and studious, but no less appreciative; it made Dabi swallow hard.

You leaned forward again, lips hovering over his. "I don't think you'll be disappointed."

In an attempt to salvage any remnants of control he had, Dabi pressed his lips to yours in a hard, passionate kiss that took both your breaths away. You allowed his tongue to flick against yours before he licked at the roof of your mouth, offering a pleasant tickling sensation that travelled down between your legs.

As much as you enjoyed his tongue inside your mouth, you had enough of this. You wouldn't allow him to think he had an edge over you, and so, as he attempted to slip his tongue deeper into your mouth, you pulled away, closing your lips around his tongue. You sucked at the muscle as you backed away, and you heard a frustrated grunt escape Dabi as you did so.

You smirked and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips. You edged closer to his ear, making sure to barely brush your lips against the skin of his face as you made your way up there. You were sure that he could feel the way you grinned, unable to hide your excitement from the sudden rush of power traversing your body.

Your tongue dragged along his earlobe, pulling a deep sigh from Dabi. Kissing down his cheeks to his jawbone, you made your way to his neck, and you slowly licked down his pulse point, leaving a glistening trail of saliva in your wake before sinking your teeth into the junction between his neck and shoulder. You nicked his collarbone — a sensitive area of his — with your tongue closely following to soothe the little marks you left across his body. Beneath you, Dabi's hips shifted, cock jumping at the attention. You could feel the way his thighs tensed, and you just knew that every fibre of his being wanted to pin you down.

But he was powerless — powerless against you, an ordinary civilian — and fuck, seeing someone like Dabi being reduced to something so pathetic was a work of art that you were dying to immortalize.

"You're lucky I'm letting you do this," Dabi grumbled.

"Mhm," you hummed, barely acknowledging his words. All bark, no bite. Not that he could bite at the moment.

And a ghost hand was back to his mouth, silencing him. You felt his warm tongue licking into the palm of the hand — a feeble attempt at deterring you. You quickly glanced up and seeing his eyes full of annoyance, accompanied by unmistakable lust that he so desperately tried to hide, made you laugh. How he could still uphold that look, you didn't know, but you were going to make that petty little glare of his falter.

You gripped the hem of your oversized t-shirt — his shirt — and slowly, very agonizingly slowly pulled it up towards your chest, exposing your near-bare lower body as you only wore lacy underwear. Dabi's eyes immediately fell to your hips, intently glaring at the way your cunt rested so snugly atop his cock. Expectantly, Dabi's eyes wandered to your chest, waiting for your breasts to grace his view, but you wouldn't grant him that satisfaction quite yet. Your expression held cockiness as you took the shirt's hem between your teeth, not fully pulling it over your chest. Instead, from where he laid, Dabi was offered a tantalizing view of the under curvature of your breasts.

As you slid your hands down your body, teasingly pulling at the band of your panties though not removing them, you found amusement in the way Dabi's expression had been breaking as the seconds ticked by. Though anger still remained, it was faltering; it was as if there was an intense battle between anger and burning desire, and the latter was winning little by little.

Slowly, you began rutting your hips against him, moaning as your clit slid against Dabi's erection. With the right amount of pressure, jolts of pleasure shot through your veins that fuelled your arousal, even through the layers of clothing. You could feel Dabi attempt to rise his hips further against you, but your quirk held him down.

If you focused enough, you could make out the way Dabi muttered curses underneath his makeshift gag. His chest began to heave shakily, and his eyes grew heavier from lust as they zeroed in on the rocking of your hips. He watched the way the dangling, blue heart piercing on your navel gently swayed in time with your movements — a gift he had gotten for you last month.

A particularly hard thrust had Dabi grunting. His cock pulsed underneath his jeans and boxers; it was uncomfortable, and he was dying for a shred of relief, but judging by the predatory shine in your irises, Dabi knew he wouldn't be graced with his wishes.

Your shirt was still wedged between your teeth, fabric wet with your saliva. Then, you stilled, abruptly stopping your ruts as you slipped your panties to the side, giving Dabi a slight peek at your slick cunt as you made a show of stroking your lips before spreading them. He wanted to touch you, you knew he did, but you wouldn't let him.

You'd let him watch, though.

Your fingers slid through your lips, and as you brushed against your entrance, you dipped two fingers inside of you, gathering arousal across your digits which you dragged up to your clit. Your moans, although somewhat muffled by your shirt, went straight to Dabi's dick as you slowly stroked your clit up and down. His breathing grew heavier as he remained bound and unable to touch you. The wet shine coating your fingers was beyond enticing to him, and he couldn't tear his eyes away.

You pulled your fingers away from your pussy, letting your shirt fall back down. Now covered up, Dabi's trance seemingly broke, and he was narrowing his eyes at you once again.

You made the hand covering his mouth disappear, allowing him to speak, but before he could do so, you leaned down, gripping at his jaw to keep him in place as you brought your wet fingers to his mouth.

"Come on, babe," you prompted.

Dabi said nothing, only shifting his gaze between your face and fingers before reluctantly opening his mouth, allowing you to dip your fingers inside. He couldn't help the grunt as your taste hit his tongue; he savoured it. He closed his lips around your digits as you began thrusting them gently.

You licked your lips before parting them in a breathy exhalation as your cunt clenched at the sight beneath you. "Hollow your cheeks, hon."

When he didn't immediately comply, you roughly hit the back of his throat, making his body jump as he gagged rather loudly. His strong reaction made you coo condescendingly, and you were sure that, should he have been capable of producing tears, his eyes would be watering. Would it make you a shit person for saying that you wished you could see him cry in this context? Maybe, but you didn't really care.

"I won't ask again, Dabi," you said.

It was fucking humiliating, but Dabi eventually caved and did as you asked, hollowing his cheeks around your fingers, effectively creating more suction.

You groaned at the sight. "Fuck yeah. That's it."

You thrust your fingers a bit faster, occasionally hitting the back of his throat — though not as roughly as the first time — as you desperately wanted to hear him make those lovely gagging noises again.

"That's it, bitch," you said. "God, wouldn't you look pretty sucking on a cock?"

His eyes hardened at the degrading nickname, feeling beyond humiliated as a growl reverberated from deep within his chest.

Eventually, you pulled your fingers out of his mouth, which were heavily coated with his saliva. Dabi panted, attempting to catch his breath.

"Screw you. Fuck you," Dabi hissed at you.

"So vulgar..." you mused.

You gripped at his face, pressing onto his cheeks. "Open your mouth," you commanded.

He stubbornly gritted his teeth, attempting to turn his head away from you in defiance. You huffed, unappreciative of this bratty attitude of his. You tenderly cupped his cheek, tracing the seam of his marred skin with your fingertips in faux sympathy before giving him a nice smack. It wasn't hard enough to harm him, but enough to leave a red blotch on his healthy skin.

What you didn't expect was the damn-near pornographic moan that escaped him upon impact, pupils blown wide with want.

Freak.

"Open your fucking mouth," you repeated.

He did, and when you leaned over his mouth, lining up yours with his, Dabi had a feeling that he knew where you were going with this; he had done it to you before. Payback's a bitch, he supposed.

You let your saliva drop into his mouth, and you were satisfied to see you didn't even need to tell him to swallow. He did so immediately, making a show of gulping audibly.

"Good boy," you said, rubbing the mark on his cheek. "Say thank you."

"... Thank you," he muttered gruffly, cringing as he said it; the words sounded as though they had physically hurt him to say.

You nodded approvingly and appreciatively. Perhaps he was beginning to submit to you a bit more; you were making progress.

You sat back up, running your hands down his toned chest before your thumbs rolled his nipples, making sure to play with the pretty barbells pierced through the sensitive flesh. The attention made Dabi bite his lip harshly, wanting nothing more than to cut off any moan that threatened to escape him.

You took it as a challenge, leaning down again as you flattened your tongue against a bud while your thumb and index fingers continued toying with the other one. Your tongue swirled, flicking the barbell around, making Dabi's body shake, the stimulation to his chest feeling overwhelming with your precise and rapid movements.

"Ngh... fuck, babe," Dabi moaned. It was strained as he tried to contain the noise.

You hummed, pressing a multitude of sloppy kisses to his body as you trailed downwards. His abs tensed underneath your lips, watching in anticipation as you neared the one place he wanted you the most. You slid your nails down the attractive trail of white hair until you reached the bulge in his pants, flattening your palm against it. You felt him up, groping as you revelled at how hard he was. You sat straight as you undid his belt and jeans.

"Fucking, finally," Dabi sighed, already feeling less confined.

You hummed, pulling Dabi's pants and boxers down his legs and letting his heavy cock slap onto his lower abdomen, leaving behind a small puddle of pre-cum. The liquid seeped from his tip, running down his shaft and making that pretty frenum piercing of his glisten further. The sight had your mouth watering, watching how he throbbed with a desperate need to cum.

You finally pulled your shirt over your head, effectively distracting Dabi as he focused his attention on your bare skin. As you did so, you took the opportunity to command your quirk to fumble beneath the bed, subtly pulling out what would be the main event of your night. Tossing your shirt to the floor, you smirked as you watched the hands emerge, holding the items, which did not go unnoticed by Dabi.

"What the fuck are you looking a—"

Dabi's words died as his eyes grew wide upon seeing the bottle of lube and harness that bore a realistic, beige-coloured dildo — around six and a half inches, curved with some texture and a smooth tip. Dabi gulped, knowing damn well what you were implying, but still, he managed to glare up at you in an attempt to salvage his wavering dignity.

"What in the fuck is that?" Dabi hissed. It was rhetorical, but you still answered.

"That," you gave him a bored look as you pointed at the toy for emphasis, "would be a strap-on."

His glare hardened. "I fucking know what it is. When did you even get that?"

"Gag gift from a friend," you shrugged, running your hands along his thighs before snaking them towards his ass. "And I am going to use that little toy to fuck this," you said, squeezing the flesh teasingly.

"As if I'm letting you do that. You're out of your mind," Dabi said.

"What?" You sneered. "Is the big, bad villain scared of a bit of cock in his ass?"

Perhaps it was wrong of you to play with his ego as such, but again, you didn't really care. Besides, you weren't about to ignore the uncharacteristic hue of pink coating Dabi's cheeks.

"I'd rather fuck into that pretty little cunt of yours," Dabi said.

"I'm sure you would," you said rather casually as you set the strap-on next to him and grabbed the lube. "Anyway, that's for a little later. I've got other things I want to do to you first."

You gripped the base of Dabi's cock, pouring a generous stream of lube onto it. With both hands wrapped around his girth, you slowly glided up and down his shaft to thoroughly coat it and your hands in the slippery liquid.

You chuckled under your breath; if Dabi thought you would jerk his cock as you usually did, he was sorely mistaken.

Reaching for the tip of his cock, you brought a fingertip to the head, tracing your finger in slow circles around it as to tease him. The lube slicking his cock made the simple action that much more satisfying, and you could see more beads of his own pre-cum leaking down and merging with the lube. The mild stimulation was enough to make his dick jump from how aroused and needy Dabi was.

"So reactive, and I'm not even doing anything," you cooed.

You wrapped your hand at the base of his tip, making sure to pump at a tortuously slow pace, twisting your hand and letting your thumb rub against the frenulum of his cock — the area's sensitivity being amplified by the piercing — before teasing his slit.

Dabi threw his head back, teeth gritted as he finally received the attention he wanted. You could see his thighs tensing and shaking as you repeated the action, over and over, but never picking up the pace.

Your unoccupied hand reached for his balls, gently caressing them and offering the occasional squeeze, which earned you more streams of pre-cum, and a pretty moan from your villainous boyfriend.

Dabi's lips parted, sucking in a breath. It felt simultaneously amazing, but barely enough. Dabi was used to rough sex and harsh tugs at his cock to get him off, but you seemed adamant on depriving him of such, content with edging him towards his release.

And you fucking knew that, but you liked watching the conflict on his face. You loved seeing how engorged his cock and heavy his balls were from the need to cum. You adored watching his brows crease together as his eyes clenched shut.

"F-Fuck. Go faster," Dabi asked.

You stopped your movements altogether, seemingly contemplating his request, and Dabi had thought for a moment that he'd get what he wanted.

"Hm... no," you said, smirking in the slightest as a brief look of defeat crossed Dabi's features, though it was gone in an instant.

What kind of fucking monster had he allowed control of him?

Placing your palm atop the tip, you extended your fingers in a claw-like manner before gliding them up and down, from the head to the shaft, still keeping the same, lazy pace. You varied the pressure, offering a variety of sensations that had him arching his back.

Lowering both your hands to the base of his cock, you leaned down and swirled your tongue at the underside of his tip before sensually lapping at his slit, tasting the mixture of lubes as you maintained eye contact.

You took him into your mouth, fully taking him until he hit the back of your throat, but you didn't offer much more, immediately popping off of his dick and resuming your torturous handjob. The whine that escaped Dabi was so worth it.

"Maybe if you beg for it, I'll go faster," you said.

"You've gotta be kidding?" Dabi hissed.

You shook your head, keeping your concentration on his cock. You could practically feel the sheer humiliation radiating from Dabi's very soul.

".... Please," he visibly gritted his teeth as the word left his mouth. "Please go faster. I need you to go faster."

"Aw. Good boy," you said, genuinely smiling. "No."

"Excuse me? You fucking said—"

"Maybe. I said 'maybe'," you said, suddenly gripping his dick in a tight hold, immediately causing it to pulse in your hand. "You don't need me to go faster. I'll make you cum by my own means. Thank you very much."

You let go for a moment before slapping his cock hard enough for Dabi to fucking yelp. His cheeks were bright red, tongue darting to wet his lips.

Your hand gripped him once more. "You're just a masochistic little whore, aren't you?"

Touching the tip of your index finger to your thumb, you made an 'O' shape with your fingers, and starting at the tip of his cock, you stroked him downwards, and as you reached the base of his dick, your other hand repeated the process. Like an escalator type of motion; it had Dabi's cock twitching with every one of your movements.

Dabi's breaths grew heavy and rapid, and his thighs were so tense his body shook. His cock pulsed frequently as his head was thrown back.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he moaned, drawing out his words. "'M close. 'M so fuckin' close."

You hummed knowingly, yet you made no move to speed up as you normally would when he was close to orgasm. You were determined to draw this out as much as you could.

You began stroking his cock in a more standard motion, and to Dabi's horror and your sadistic amusement, you slowed your movements even more. He didn't know it was even possible.

"No! Ngh... fuck. Don't fuckin' slow down," he grunted. "The fuck's wrong with you?"

"Fuck yes! That's it," you moaned as he reached his peak.

It was unlike anything you had seen before: thick cum slowly beading at his tip before trickling down his shaft and gathering onto your hand and his pelvis. You've never seen him cum like this before, and you were mesmerized by every new drop that slowly dripped down his cock.

Dabi's reaction was beautiful. The grunts were loud, drawled out in a low tone that came from the deepest pits of his chest. His eyes had nearly rolled to the back of his skull as his tongue lolled out of his mouth for a brief second.

This was the longest orgasm he had ever gotten, and Dabi's head thrashed from side to side as he began feeling the overstimulation. Fuck — he was still leaking with cum; it wasn't over yet.

"H-Hah, fuck...!" He panted.

As his orgasm began to subside, your lips curled into a nearly-lopsided grin that Dabi missed due to his eyes being clenched shut.

"Take a deep breath, baby," you said.

"Why...?" He asked confusedly, still in a post-orgasm haze.

"Just do it."

He eyed you wearily but did as you asked. You watched as his chest rose, lungs being filled with oxygen. Before he could get a chance to exhale, you summoned your quirk, bringing a hand up to his face. You not only covered his mouth but also his nose.

Dabi's eyes widened at the sudden realization that he couldn't breathe, sending a brief shot of panic through his veins. He looked you in the eye, and as if you could sense his feelings, you softened.

"Remember what I said earlier?"

Dabi did; you were reminding him that he had the power to stop this at any given moment. He blinked, panic subsiding as he nodded. He became oddly relaxed for a man deprived of a necessary function for survival.

He trusted you.

You smiled at the green light and went straight back to work.

Unable to sharply inhale, his chest jumped as your hand resumed jerking off his cock — fast and rough. Your thumb stroked all of his most sensitive spots.

Dabi's eyes rolled to the back of his skull; grunts and moans remained caught in his throat. He was so fucking sensitive, and he wasn't sure if his head spun because of the overstimulation or from the lack of clean oxygen.

"What? Didn't you want me to go faster? I'm pretty sure that's what you were begging for earlier. Please, please go faster. I need you to go faster," you said, mocking him as you threw his previous words right back at him.

This was a foreign feeling to Dabi. Everything about this situation was foreign to him. But breath play? It was the last thing he expected out of you.

Dabi's Adam's Apple bobbed as the air trapped in his lungs tried to escape, cheeks bulging out as he grunted against the hand in an attempt to suck in fresh air. It was in vain; the hand was tightly clamped and suffocating him. His adrenaline seemed to be spiking, and it went straight to the swell of his cock.

He could hear his heartbeat thumping loudly in his own ears. His chest jumped again, convulsing hard enough that you got a brief view of his ribs.

"Hmph," he grunted again.

Dabi's lungs burned, and that warmth only fuelled his arousal. Fuck — it surprised him how into this he was. As his heart hammered against his chest in an erratic rhythm, his chest began to convulse more often, gagging noises sounding from his throat.

With the relentless way you fucked him with your hand and the lack of air, Dabi began growing dizzy, and he wondered if he was on the verge of passing out. He could tap out, but no way his pride would allow him to do such a thing.

Although his eyes threatened to fall shut, they shot wide open as he felt a second orgasm hit him like a train. It was a powerful one, painting his stomach white, with some nearly reaching his chest.

You took the hand off his face the moment his orgasm hit, enjoying the way he was torn between coughing, moaning and breathing heavily.

You gently stroked Dabi's thighs, shushing him as he came down from his high. Colour came flooding back to his face as he took in big gasps of air. He looked exhausted, and you sincerely contemplated ending the night there, thinking you may have gone too hard on him.

Dabi seemingly took notice of the soft, contemplative look in your eye. While he did appreciate your concern for his well-being, the night was still young, wasn't it?

"... 'S that all you got, princess?" He taunted with a tired smirk.

You laughed, getting back into character. "No, not at all."

You looked at your hand, still covered in Dabi's cum, before looking at him with a smirk. You lowered your hand near his mouth, looking at him expectantly.

"Clean it up, baby," you demanded.

Payback really was a bitch, huh? Dabi thought back to all the times he made you lick him clean, no matter if it was your or his mess. He opened his mouth, allowing you to shove a cum-coated finger inside. Dabi's glare was deadly as his own tangy taste hit his tongue.

"Don't look at me like that. It's not so bad, is it?" You taunted.

He much preferred your taste, but still, Dabi decided to put on a show for you as he began swirling his tongue around your finger, swallowing down his cum. As you removed your finger, his tongue darted towards your palm, sensually lapping up his substance while maintaining eye contact.

“Fuck, that's hot," you said, licking your lips as you pulled your hand away.

"You're a freak," Dabi said.

"Yet here you are, indulging me. Face it, you're loving this," you retorted.

For a brief second, you hopped off the bed in order to slide your panties down. You made sure to bend over as you did so, giving Dabi a nice view of your ass and pussy, and peeking over your shoulder, you could tell that Dabi was definitely appreciative of the sight.

"Now," you started, crawling back onto the bed. "I'm not that cruel, so I'll give you a moment to recover a bit before I make you cum again. So, in the meantime, it's my turn to get off."

You crawled over him before straddling his chest, and oh, Dabi now understood what you wanted from him. He smirked up at you, thinking that this was the perfect opportunity to regain a bit of control by making you helplessly cum all over his tongue.

"Yeah? I'll make you feel good. C'mere," he said in a low growl.

"Don't be mistaken, babe. I'm still holding the reins, here," you said.

You got into position, thighs on either side of his head as your pussy hovered above his mouth. You could see Dabi's fingers twitching, wishing that he could grip your flesh and grind you down onto his mouth on his own accord. Dabi's patience seemed to be wavering, especially when you had teased him with your arousal on your fingers earlier. He was dying to replace the taste of himself in his mouth with your essence; just your smell was enough to make his pupils dilate, hazing his brain and fuelling his sex drive.

"God, you look nothing short of pathetic, right now. You should see how desperate you look," you taunted.

Dabi huffed. "Yeah? 'Cause from where I'm lying, your cunt's looking pretty fuckin' wet."

You lowered yourself onto Dabi's waiting mouth without warning. "God. Shut the fuck up."

Dabi's grunts were muffled under your weight, but it didn't take him much coaxing before he began devouring your sweet pussy. His lips closed around your clit, sucking at the sensitive bud as his tongue flicked at it.

You threw your head back, lips parting in a moan as you looked down at your boyfriend, and the look of pure enjoyment in his eyes made your cunt clench, nearly cumming on the spot. Dabi was enthusiastic, sloppily lapping at your arousal with loud and lewd slurping noises as your lube and his saliva sloshed around. Drool dribbled down his chin, and paired with the raven strands of hair that clung to his forehead from all the sweat, his face already looked like a mess.

"Yess. F-Fuck yes, Dabi!" You said, earning you a particularly good flick of his tongue. "Good boy. Fuck, you're good at this. That's all you're good for, huh?"

He blinked, and to your surprise, his eyes didn't turn harsh, they remained curious, pleasured — vulnerable.

Your thighs tensed, squeezing Dabi's head; the man beneath you looked in fucking heaven. You added more pressure to his mouth, essentially suffocating him with your soaked cunt; Dabi never skipped a beat, only eating you out much more vigorously like a starved man.

"Shit, that's it," you moaned, running your hand through his hair before yanking it roughly, earning a muffled moan from him. "I've always wanted to do this."

You lifted yourself off his mouth, allowing him to catch his breath. Although Dabi was panting, he lifted his head off the mattress, attempting to re-attach his lips to your pussy, eager to resume.

"Stick your tongue out, baby. Lemme ride your face," you said.

"Hm.. a'right," he said, doing as you asked.

You lowered yourself back onto his mouth, and you wasted no time in thrusting your hips, gliding your clit against the wet muscle. Your pace was relentless, you were practically using him for your pleasure, but Dabi didn't seem to mind, the pleasured grunts he let out sent delightful vibrations to your cunt.

You pulled at his hair again. "Fuck, you love getting smothered by my pussy, huh?" He answered with a hum. "I think I — fuck — like you better like this. Putting your dirty, rude fucking mouth to good use for once. All bound up for me to use however I want."

Dabi was so focused on our pussy that he hadn't noticed that you had summoned another ghost hand. At least, not until he felt a cool liquid dripping into his ass. Dabi's eyes widened in surprise, looking up at you as if demanding an explanation.

You slowed your movement, looking back at your quirk as if you had been none the wiser to what was happening. "Oh, that? Don't worry, baby. I need to stretch you out a bit."

The hands that had been holding his legs down throughout the whole night spread his legs further, giving you better access to his hole. The free hand inched closer, soothing the ring of muscles with soft, teasing circles.

"You're tense. I'm gonna need you to relax, 'kay?" You said before lifting yourself off his tongue once more, giving him the opportunity to speak. "Is this something you're willing to try? Just say the word, and the idea is gone."

Dabi felt his resolve crumbling. If this were anyone else, he would've incinerated them on the spot for even proposing the idea. But with you? He could trust you with this kind of vulnerability, something that was difficult — so difficult — for him to show. So, he nodded.

"Yeah, okay. Do what you want. I put you in charge, after all," he said.

You laughed. "If I remember correctly, you didn't put me in charge, I just took it."

"Mhm. Whatever you say."

"Okay, baby. Relax, I'm going to put it in, okay?" You said.

Dabi nodded, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as if to brace himself for the foreign breach that was to come, and when it came, his eyes shot wide open, breathing coming to a sharp halt as his teeth gritted together in a hiss as a chilly finger began pushing inside his ass.

The finger had more girth than the average human size, and so you stilled, allowing him to adjust to the feeling before resuming. You reminded him to breathe, which he obeyed. When he seemed less tense, you pushed deeper until you were knuckle-deep. With the size of the finger, you wouldn't need to insert a second one. It was good training, however, as the dildo size you planned to use on him was rather large for a first-time ride.

"How does it feel," you asked, unable to hide your arousal when you heard Dabi — of all fucking people — whimper.

"Weird... but s'not bad," Dabi grunted, and you could tell that he was holding back his true feelings due to pride.

"Good. You're doing really good," you praised — a stark contrast to your previous behaviour.

But it wouldn't last very long.

Dabi's mind seemed in a haze — in a whole other dimension — so you reached down to lightly smack his cheek to gain his attention.

"You know, you still haven't made me cum," you said, gesturing to your pussy that still remained above his mouth. "You better finish what you started, and I expect you to make me cum before you do. Don't be selfish."

Dabi nodded, eyes glinting with mischief as he accepted your little challenge, and like the obedient little toy you had reduced him to, he stuck his tongue out, waiting for you to smother him.

You moaned loudly; if you thought his enthusiasm was mind-blowing before, it had reached a whole other level. The tip of his tongue dipped inside your entrance before moving to rapidly flick your clit in a consistent up and down motion. The pressure he applied was perfect, and his pace was that of a man on a fucking mission, dead set on the end goal.

Your ghost hand began to thrust, causing Dabi's breath to hitch as his tongue faltered for a moment. In response, you rutted your hips against him — it was a warning.

You slid your finger in and out, setting a slow and steady pace to warm him up. You felt around for a special little spot, one that had possibly never been stimulated up until now, and by God, you were excited to be the first one to hit that jackpot.

As you prodded around, Dabi's whole body suddenly tensed up, and he couldn't stop himself when his mouth unlatched from your pussy as he threw his head back, wheezing as if the wind had just been knocked out of him.

You laughed. "There it is."

You adjusted the hand, making sure that you slid the finger at the perfect angle, continuously sliding against Dabi's sweet spot. You moved at a slow pace, making him anticipate the moment you would hit the area again, and when you did, fuck, the slow pace you set made him feel the intense stimulation on every little nerve ending.

Dabi's tongue lolled out of his mouth, nearly going cross-eyed at the sensation. It was a nice sight, for sure, but you were a little unhappy with the lack of stimulation you were receiving. Your clit felt swollen, pulsing from need.

"Hm... I'm happy that you're enjoying yourself, but don't forget what you're supposed to be doing," you said.

"F-Fuck... ahhh. 'M sorry — shit, feels so fuckin' good — c'mere," he moaned, regaining his focus.

You were relentless as you rode his tongue, not giving him the opportunity to catch his breath. You figured you'd do all the work if your little pillow princess was unable to focus because of one measly finger up his ass.

Dabi's eyes rolled back, grunts and whimpers muffled by your cunt. His senses were overwhelmed, and he was living for it. Your smell, the feel of your skin, your touch, your sounds, the sight of you — everything felt overstimulating.

"F-Fuck! I'm close, Dabi," you moaned, riding him so roughly that your clit occasionally hit his nose. "Are you gonna make me cum, baby?"

Dabi had a hard time answering, even if it was just a hum, especially when the finger began thrusting in time with your grinding. Fuck, he was close, about to hit his third orgasm of the night. He tried his best to keep the cum in his balls, but it proved difficult when you were massaging his prostate like that.

You knew Dabi well enough to know the signs, and you huffed, not pleased that he was failing his task, and so, just as he was about to cum, the finger stilled. You summoned a sixth hand, tightly wrapping it around Dabi's cock while pressing down at the back of his tip, forcing the urge to subside. Dabi whined at the ruined orgasm, eyes twitching as he gave you the most pitiful look you had ever seen on him.

"Uh-uh," you chided. "Remember what I said? I get to cum first."

He nodded, forcing his concentration back onto your cunt, determined to make you squirt all over his goddamn face. Your moans were music to his ears, and he found himself grunting with every little noise falling from your lips. Your head was thrown back, hands reaching for the bedsheets as you gripped them in an attempt to stabilize yourself. Your thighs clenched around his head as they shook, and Dabi could feel your clit pulse on his tongue.

"Dabi! Fuck! C-Cumming. I'm gonna cum," you panted.

You went silent for a brief moment as your body went rigid, and when the tension that had been building in your abdomen snapped, you let out a loud, elongated moan. Your chest heaved with rapid breaths as sharp pleasure had your pussy pulsing from a powerful orgasm. Dabi nearly growled as he savoured your taste when your cum hit his lips. It was a mess as the clear liquid he couldn't catch in his mouth trickled down his chin.

He slowed down his movements, helping you ride out your high until he completely stilled. You lifted yourself off his mouth, backing away so that you were straddling his chest as you caught your breath and recovered from your post-orgasm haze. After all, you still had one last thing to do.

"Fuck," Dabi licked his lips, swallowing down more of your cum, groaning in satisfaction. "Did I do good?"

"Hm... yeah, you did. But now," you said, grabbing the strap-on before stepping off the bed. "We get to the real fun."

You made the hands that had been preoccupied with his cock and ass disappear, making Dabi suddenly feel so empty. He watched as you slipped the harness on, the straps weren't complicated and awkward to figure out, so you didn't fiddle with them all that much.

You crawled back onto the bed, placing yourself between Dabi's spread legs before grabbing the bottle of lube and slathering some on the silicone cock. For safety, you applied some more to Dabi's asshole. You didn't want the stretch to hurt him, after all.

"You look pretty ecstatic with this. You have some kind of weird fetish for me with things in my ass, huh?" Dabi teased.

"Maybe I do. Who knows? Maybe next time, I'll make you wear a cute, fuzzy tail butt plug," you said, lining yourself up.

"As if I'd let you do that."

"That's what you've been saying all night, yet here we are."

You held onto his thighs, locking eyes with him. No words needed to be exchanged for Dabi to know that you were asking if he was ready, to which he nodded. Dabi exhaled, forcing his body to relax as he felt the tip of the cock prodding at his hole.

The toy began breaching, making Dabi's breath hitch. Shit — he was suddenly happy that you had prepped him with your quirk, that thing was much bigger than he had anticipated. Dabi's breath caught in his throat as you slowly pushed in deeper before stilling as means to let him adjust. His cock betrayed him, throbbing and seemingly getting even harder at the sensation of being filled up.

"Fuck. Oh my Go—" Dabi's words died down as his head fell back into the sheets, mouth parting in a silent moan.

You leaned down, pressing a surprisingly loving kiss to his lips, serving as a distraction from the stretch. Dabi lazily reciprocated, being as delirious as he was. You then brought your lips to his ear.

"I'm halfway in, okay? Just relax, it's gonna feel so good soon," you shushed with a reassuring tone that had Dabi nearly melting.

The shift between your harsh treatment of his body and your soft, caring side gave him whiplash at times, but he had to say: he loved it. He loved how you knew which side to use at which moment. Dabi would have never guessed that you would make such a good top, but you just kept surprising him, didn't you?

Gently, you pushed the dildo further in, pulling a sharp gasp from Dabi as you bottomed out, your hips firmly pressed against his. Again, you let him adjust to the depth the toy was reaching, to the stretch it was providing. Your thumbs traced soothing circles into the healthy skin of his thighs.

He had better enjoy this tenderness while it lasted, because you were going to fucking destroy him.

You gave an experimental thrust, only pulling out halfway before pushing back in; it made Dabi's body jolt. Grinning at his pleasured reaction, you fully pulled out the toy before giving one hard, deep thrust.

"A-Ah!"

You grinned. "Atta boy. That's it."

You rocked your hips, rolling them in an attempt to find the perfect angle to hit his G-spot. The lube made the glide so slick and easy, and you found that Dabi's tight little hole had adjusted rather quickly, allowing you to push your hips against him rather roughly.

"Holy shit," you moaned, the sight underneath you bringing pleasure in of itself.

Dabi already looked fucked out, dignity thrown out the window as curses mingled with moans and pleas for more, more. His eyes blinked rapidly as if trying to clear his vision from whatever haze took over him, and drool pooled at the corner of his lips from the way the tip of his tongue poked out.

Fuck it, you thought as you fully deactivated your quirk, allowing Dabi not only free rein of his arms and legs but also his flames. But honestly? You had him right where you wanted, and you knew that he was too concentrated on the pleasure to even think about regaining control.

Your skin slapped against his, the rough thrusts making the bed creak. One of Dabi's arms shot to his face, covering his eyes and a portion of his sweat-covered forehead as the pleasure hit him hard, while his other hand gripped at the sheets beneath him. His legs seemed to have a mind of their own, spreading as much as they could to give you better angles to pleasure him.

His cock bobbed in time with your thrusts, and you watched as pre-cum seeped from the red, swollen tip. You knew he wouldn't last very long in this state, and you were fine with that; you just wanted to give him mind-boggling pleasure and make him forget his own fucking name.

"OH SHIT! Fuck!" Dabi screamed, back arching as you hit that spot.

"Right there, huh?" You grinned. "Get ready, baby."

You pushed one of his legs up towards his chest, making him gasp loudly as you found the perfect angle to fuck him stupid. Hearing him whine and moan, chanting your name like a prayer, gave your ego such a fucking boost, and you swore you might have cum from those sounds alone.

You licked your lips as you took notice of the previous spurts of cum painting Dabi's torso. He looked so fucking hot like that, and you couldn't help yourself when you activated your quirk one last time. A ghost hand brought your phone, opening up the camera app as you snapped a picture. The sound of the shutter caught Dabi's attention.

You groaned at the picture — a work of art, is what it was.

"Fuck, Dabi. Look at yourself," you said, bringing your phone to his face.

He could barely recognize himself: matted hair, all wet and clinging to his forehead. His body was covered in sweat and cum, while his lips shined with his drool and your own release. He had the most delirious, fucked-out look he had ever seen in his life, with eyes nearly crossing and rosy cheeks. From the angle, he could see the silicone cock inside his ass, and his rock-hard cock stood flushed and engorged as it seeped with his lube.

You put your phone away, deactivating your quirk. "God, what would they think if they saw you like this? Think anybody would take you seriously ever again? I'm sure I could make a fortune, whoring you out for the world to see. What do you think? One of the most dangerous villains getting fucked by thick cock."

He whined at your words. Even though he knew you wouldn't ever truly do that to him, hearing that little fantasy of yours had his cock pulsing. Dabi couldn't help himself when he reached for his dick, stroking it in time with your rough thrusts, only edging him closer to his release.

"That's it, babe. Stroke that fat cock," you encouraged, pace never faltering.

"G-Gonna... 'm gonna — fuck," he couldn't even form a coherent sentence, the pleasure was just getting too much.

"I know, Dabi," you said. "Do it. Cum for me."

He did, and the overstimulation hit him immediately. He could barely keep pumping his dick through his orgasm without squirming, especially when you slammed against his G-spot, thoroughly milking him dry. The amount of cum that poured out of him was impressive, possibly due to his previously interrupted orgasm. He covered his face with both his hands, grunting loudly yet lowly in a way that resembled a growl.

Your thrusts subsided, and you carefully slid the toy out. You leaned down to press soothing butterfly kisses to his thighs before moving up to his face. Pulling his arms away from his face, you peppered his face and lips with the same, loving kisses. You shushed him, muttering praises as he came down from his high.

"Are you okay?" You asked with genuine concern.

"Yeah. 'M good," he croaked in a tired voice.

"Stay here, okay?" You said, hopping off the bed and ridding yourself of the strap-on before heading out of the room.

Dabi nodded, staring up at the ceiling — not that he could move much at the moment; he felt so goddamn sore and tired. You did a number on him.

You came back after a moment, a sheepish smile on your face as you brought towels and a glass of water. You helped Dabi sit up, bringing the glass to his lips as he tilted his head back. He gulped down the water in one go, throat immediately feeling refreshed.

"What are you doing?" He asked, watching as you unfolded one of the damp cloths.

"Taking care of you."

You brought the cloth to his face, and being mindful of his staples, you cleaned his face of all the sweat, drool and dried cum. Dabi sighed at the feeling, the coolness feeling great on his overheated body. You went lower, cleaning the release off his chest and pelvis. You muttered an apology when Dabi hissed in sensitivity when you gently brought a fresh cloth to his softened dick.

You tossed the towels into a hamper before bringing your boyfriend into a hug, which he reciprocated tightly. "I hope I wasn't too rough on you.”

He chuckled, patting your back reassuringly. "I didn't know you had it in you. I can't remember what I did to piss you off to the point of ragdolling me around in bed, but shit, I must have deserved it."

You laughed, pulling away so that you could kiss his forehead. "So, can I say that I fucked you stupid?"

"Hm... I dunno, but maybe I should piss you off more often if that's the outcome."

"Don't test me," you said, shaking your head. "Alright, lemme go run a bath."

You attempted to get up, but Dabi was quick to pull you back into bed, laying you down on his chest. The warmth of his skin, paired with the calm and steady thump of his heart, nearly immediately lulled you to sleep.

"Nap first. Hygiene later."

[thehusbandoden]

Cold- Toxic Shigaraki x Fem!Reader Part 1

This took me way~ too long. There'll be a part 2, and an alternative ending. Not sure when they'll be out tho.

Angst | 1,868 words

This was written in the span of months, so the writing style slightly changes.

Warnings!: Toxic relationship, Shiggy being a sadist, arguments (mostly one sided), some Dabi x reader (mostly platonic??) but NO infidelity, some loser hitting on reader, Shiggy dusting someone.

Part One | Part Two | Alt. Ending

You thought that you would be happy. You thought that if you left your family, your hobbies, your beliefs, your life, he would make you happy.

But he hasn't. In fact, he's getting worse every day.

He's been so busy with trying to kill the heroes, that he's completely ignored you. Leaving you lonely, and wishing for your old life back.

Sighing, you got out of your Tomura's bed and walked toward the meeting room. He was supposed to be back hours ago! It was past midnight and your stubborn husband still hasn't come back to his room.

Stepping inside you glanced around all of the higher villains to see your beloved hubby; Shigaraki Tomura. You nervously made your way towards him, avoiding the hungry eyes of muscular men as much as possible.

You almost made it to him when a rough hand yanked at your arm. "Watcha doing here Doll? Looking for someone?" A deep voice whispered in your ear, causing you to shiver in repulsion.

"Yes, I'm looking for Shigaraki." You reply, causing the man to chuckle.

"Oh? Shigaraki you say.. do you know him personally? Or are you looking for a way to get rewarded somehow?"

"He's actually my husb-" a loud, raspy laugh filled your ears as the man shook in humor. "Shigaraki loves no one. Not even a pretty little jewel like you."

"Well then, take me to him." You retort, annoyance pulsing through your being.

"Fine. But your consequence is your consequence." The man tugged at your arm as he pulled you toward Shigaraki. "Shigaraki! This woman says that she's your wife! Make an example outta her and dust her!" The man laughed, dark eyes filled with dark humor.

Shigaraki turned, a hand scratching at his neck. Wincing, you knew that he was irritated, that was never a good thing.

Shigaraki looked at you up and down, an unreadable expression in his crimson eyes as he turned to the man who held your arm. By the fire in his eyes, and his increasing scratching, you knew that he was now angry.

Slowly walking over to the two of you, Shigaraki stopped in front of the man. Grasping the man's neck with three fingers, Shigaraki yanked the man's head toward his, fingers dancing on his neck impatiently.

"Don't touch what's not yours." Shigaraki growled before placing all five of his fingers onto the man's neck, instantly turning him into dust.

Glancing toward your slightly shaking form, Shigaraki placed three fingers onto your wrist and pulled.

"Come." He growled. You couldn't help but feel nervous at your husband's angry tone, he was deadly when he got angry. After scrambling to keep up with your angry lover, you arrived into your shared room.

"Tomu-"

"Why were you there?" Shigaraki asked with a cold tone.

"I-I wanted to check on you.."

"What are your orders?"

"Tom-"

"Your orders." Shigaraki demanded, eyes glued to your slightly shaking form.

"Stay inside my room. No matter what." You pout, folding your arms against your chest.

"Right. So why. Why did you disobey me?"

"I-I just wanted you to get some rest.."

"Don't worry about me. Worry about following your orders, and only that."

"But I'm your wife! I need to take care of you."

"Wife? Don't be pathetic (y/n). We're not married. You owe me nothing but obedience."

"B-but you gave me a ring.. you told me it was the same.."

"That was just to shut you up! Gosh (y/n) your such an idiot." Tomura cackled, crimson eyes protruding bitter rage.

As Tomura turned to walk away you grasped at your heart, starting to hyperventilate. "B-but you promised." You whimper, eyes tearing up.

"I owe you nothing. Because you are nothing. You're only purpose is to stay still, obey your orders, and look pretty when I decide to take you out."

"You said you'd make me happy!" You yell, tears falling down your face. Tomura just turned around before grinning wickedly.

"Oh (y/n). You're so sexy when you cry."

At that, you broke. Falling onto your knees you sobbed and screamed as Tomura walked out, an evil grin stuck on his face.

The next morning you awoke on the floor, limbs aching. After getting up you washed up in your shared bathroom before getting dressed. After doing your daily chores you crawled into bed, waiting for Tomura to come back.

As you waited you remembered the cruel words he said to you, tears falling down your cheeks as you repeated them in your head.

You and your hopes for your future with pathetic.

You were an idiot to think that the love of your life actually wanted you as his bride.

You were nothing.

Nothing but some pet that was expected to follow orders.

As you silently cried the door opened. Revealing an exhausted Tomura. As he stepped in you quickly closed your eyes, not wanting to talk with the man that broke you.

After stripping, he climbed into bed, pressing his bare chest to your back.

"Are you awake (y/n)? He asked, his deep voice low as he whispered in your ear. You remained quiet, breathing softly. Scoffing, Tomura squeezed your waist before falling asleep.

A few hours later you woke up to Tomura wiggling his way out of your hold. Sitting up, you rubbed at your puffy eyes.

"Oh. (Y/n)." Tomura mumbled, stopping his movements to get up.

"Tomura.. can we talk?" You whisper, tears pricking at your (e/c) eyes.

"I have a meeting to attend. Can this wait until tonight?"

"I-I just have one question."

"And I just have one meeting (y/n). Stop being so selfish." At that, Tomura got up and left the room, shutting the door harshly. Sighing, you pitifully laid back in bed, clinging to Tomura's pillow as tears fell down your cheeks.

A few hours later you paced around the room before grabbing one of the few books in the entire building. Tomura wasn't too keen on the idea of reading, but he gifted you some when he was just the leader of the League of Villains.

Life was good then. He trusted you, gave you the freedom to wander around the hideout, and loved you in any way possible. He cuddled you as he gamed, and he gifted you things you liked.

But, as his power grew he stopped viewing you as a person. He viewed you as some kinda trophy. Something to take out and show off once in a while, but besides that keep locked up. He held you when he slept, but that was because he grew used to your warmth. And wouldn't take no for an answer. Your "gifts" were now solely a sore body whenever he felt like it.

And when you misbehaved, he dusted things you liked. Including your favorite books and movies. And just recently your TV. So now, all you had were three books. Your shared bed -including your comforter and pillows-, a gaping hole of a heart, and a teddy bear that Tomura bought you when you first met, telling you to use it for comfort.

Grabbing your favorite book out of the three, you cuddle into your teddy bear. After a few hours you grabbed a different book, sighing as you saw the time.

9:48 pm

He's been gone all day. After reading for a few more hours you started pacing back and forth, hands entangled in your hair.

After about a half hour of pacing the door slowly opened. Scoffing, you noted it was 1:29 am.

"Tomura." You mutter, dropping your hands to your sides.

"What are you still doing up." Tomura sighed, moving to strip down to his boxers.

"You said we could talk once you were done with your meeting." You answer, folding your arms against your chest.

"I'm tired (y/n). We can talk about your little nagging later."

"Excuse me? Nagging?"

" 'Tomura, I want more books.' 'Tomura I want another TV.' 'Tomura I want you to pay more attention to me'. Right?"

"No! This is about last night!" You exclaim, getting annoyed at Tomura's attitude.

"What? Did I hurt your feelings?"

"Yes! You said some really cruel things! And I need to know if you meant them or not!"

"Yes retard. I did. I meant every single word I said to you. In fact, I have some more if you're going to be a baby about everything."

"Tomura! You're treating me like some sort of trophy! I'm a human being! Stop acting like I'm some sort of pet!"

Tomura just chuckled darkly, crimson eyes lacking the loving warmth they used to hold. "You're mine (y/n). You're one purpose is to obey. You are nothing without me."

"TOMURA LISTEN TO YOURSELF! YOU SOUND CRAZY!" As you yelled, Tomura tsked, walking over to your shared bed.

"W-what are you doing..?"

"You know not to yell (y/n). That was quite naughty of you." Tomura grinned evily as you screamed, falling onto your knees as he dusted your very last possessions- including your teddy bear. Leaving only his pillows, and your shared comforter.

"Now. Come sleep with me my Darling." The thought of lying next to Tomura made you feel sick, but you obeyed. Not wanting to get dusted yourself.

The next morning you woke up to an empty room. Tomura was gone, and you saw the perfect opportunity. Clad in Tomura's clothes -due to yours being dusted- you sneaked out of the room, creeping around in a large, dark hoodie so you hopefully wouldn't be recognized. Not that many people knew you to begin with.

Speedily walking down the corridor, you stopped and bowed as a large man walked by, only scoffing at your respectful gesture.

As he walked by, you hurriedly continued, panic settling in as you recognized Dabi, the second closest member of the LOV to you. You would talk late at night while waiting for Tomura, exchanging stories and how much you liked your husband boyfriend, how much Dabi hated him, and your goals in life.

He was like your big brother, and he always treated you better than he did others. Praying that he wouldn't notice you, you kept your head down as you walked past him.

"Wait." You cursed as you turned to see Dabi glaring at you, arms folded across his chest. "(Y/n)? What are you doing?" Dabi asked, turquoise eyes pinning you down.

"I'm going to a meeting with Tomura." You lie, keeping Dabi's cold gaze as he studied you.

"Funny. The meeting that I'm attending is this way. And Handyman said it was for the two of us. Alone."

"I-" as you cut yourself off Dabi tsked, pulling you into his chest.

"Y/n. What's wrong?" As he held you, you broke. Crying into his chest as you grasped at his shirt.

"He- he's not my Tomura anymore! He doesn't love me! He loves my appearance, and he loves to use me as an accessory and comfort at night. The man I loved is gone. And I need to get out of here. Please Dabi.. help me?" Dabi just held you tightly, rubbing your back soothingly.

"Don't worry y/n. I'll get you out." He murmured, chin resting on your shoulder.

"P-promise?"

"Promise."

Part Two | Alt. Ending

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[sugoi-and-spice]

Chapter One - Wistful Thinking

Pairing: Bully!Dabi x Fem!Reader, (3rd Person)

Summary: If a boy is picking on you, it means he likes you. She could almost laugh. By that logic, Dabi must’ve been fucking in love with her. That thought was what finally made the tears start to spill. Not because of how ridiculous it was or how isolating it felt. But because it was exactly what she wanted.

CW: Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Dubious Consent, Unhealthy Relationships, Bullying, Manipulation, Humiliation, Childhood Friends, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Power Play, Angst, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm. Future Tags: Drugs, Alcohol, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Attempted Sexual Assault, Rough Sex, Hate Sex, Smut, Porn With Plot, Explicit Sexual Content, Angst and Porn, Sadism

A/N: In celebration of Dabi's dance being animated, I'm posting the first chapter of a request for a Bully!Dabi fic that should've been a one-shot, but just went completely off the rails (where have we heard that one before? Lol). Currently, the fic will be completed at three chapters, but I actually really like the idea so it' not impossible that I might expand it further once Play Nice is completed. ^_^

Read Full Chapter on AO3

[excerpt]

If a boy is picking on you, it means he likes you.

That’s what her mother always used to say.

“I told you to get me orange juice.”

She flinched at the venom in Dabi’s tone as he glared up at her from his desk. She stood in front of him, ready for her reprimand like a dutiful employee. A good little slave.

His eyes narrowed when she didn’t answer, “Didn’t I?”

“Y-Yes!” she yelped.

“So what the fuck is this?” he demanded, grabbing the can she’d presented to him and waving it in her face.

She dropped her gaze to the ground, hands wringing anxiously. It wasn’t just the heat of Dabi’s glare or the bite of his words that was making it hard to stay standing. The sadistic amusement of his friends, Jin and Keigo, perched lazily on the desks around him were just as painful. Not to mention the rest of their class watching on with smug little smiles and whispers.

“T-They were out of orange juice,” she stammered, “So I got you orange-flavored tea…”

Dabi watched her, waiting for any more qualifications, any last excuses. But her eyes stayed down, lips stayed shut. The only change was in her now shuffling feet.

So he popped open the tab and took a drink.

“Hmm.”

Hope swelled in her chest. Maybe she’d done enough this time. She looked up tentatively. Bored, piercing blue awaited her. He held her there for a moment, letting her think, letting her settle into relief and security.

Catching her in a trap.

He smirked.

“It’s fucking disgusting.”

And threw the open can straight at her chest.

It hit her with an audible force, dousing her uniform and splashing all over the desk and floor.

Jin snorted out a laugh, “Oh shit.”

Keigo next to him was noticeably silent, just watching for her reaction.

“Seriously, how can you be this useless?” Dabi spat, pulling his legs off the desk before any of the tea could spread to his shoes.

Dripping, she tried desperately to fight the quiver from her lip. It was not a fight she was winning.

He stood with an annoyed sigh, “Now I’ve gotta go get it myself. Happy?

She didn’t dare respond, not with that familiar lump growing larger and larger in her throat. If she so much as breathed in that moment, she’d cry for sure. And crying in front of Dabi would only make things worse.

So much worse.

“Better clean up your mess before class starts if you don’t want to get in trouble,” he called back as he made his way to the door, Jin close behind him.

Keigo stayed for a moment, watching with furrowed brows as she knelt down on trembling legs into the spreading orange-tinted puddle. 

“Oi, Bird Brain. Let’s go!”

He quickly turned on his heel, following the call without a second thought.

She picked the can up, fruitlessly trying to stop the spill — it was practically empty at this point.

If a boy is picking on you, it means he likes you.

She could almost laugh. By that logic, Dabi must’ve been fucking in love with her. 

That thought was what finally made the tears start to spill. Not because of how ridiculous it was or how isolating it felt.

But because it was exactly what she wanted.

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[luffyvace]

˚✧₊⁎MASTERLIST⁎⁺˳✧༚

a masterlist of all hcs I’ve done~ (any characters who are not here or in part 2 have not been done—link to part 2 in my pinned post)

One piece

Luffy D. monkey

Luffy relationship headcanons

Strawhat headcanons

Luffy x reader x Zoro

Luffy x black reader ♡

Luffy x male reader hcs ☆

MORE LUFFY RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

Luffy x heroic fem! reader (requested)

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro’s kisses headcanons

Zoro x male reader headcanons

Zoro x reader x Sanji poly relationship headcanons

Strawhat headcanons

Luffy x reader x Zoro

Zoro x overly sweet reader (requested)

Sitting in Zoro’s lap hcs

Nami

Strawhat headcanons

Nami x male reader

Nami x black reader

Nami x female reader

Nami x poker faced male reader (who’s Robin’s brother)

Nami x fem! Reader ft. Jealous! Sanji

Vinsmoke Sanji

Zoro x Reader x Sanji poly relationship headcanons

Strawhat headcanons

Sanji x black reader (also has Ace separately) (requested)

Sanji x overly sweet reader (requested)

Nico Robin

Brook and Robin thoughts

Nico Robin x morbid gn! Reader hcs

Strawhat headcanons

Hcs of what I think Robin’s ideal s/o would be (requested)

Robin x male! Reader neglects himself from always taking care of the crew (requested)

Robin x (biological) younger brother! reader (requested)

Nami x poker faced male reader (who’s Robin’s brother) (not my idea)

Brook

Brook and Robin thoughts

Strawhat headcanons

Franky

Strawhat headcanons

Jinbei

Strawhat headcanons

Portgas D Ace

Ace x amab! Reserved! reader

Ace adopts a dog headcanons

Ace x black reader (also has Sanji separately) (requested)

Ace x childhood best friend! Reader who he has a crush on

Akagami Shanks

Red hair pirates x male reader who has heterochromia (requested)

Shanks x fem reader (a mini scenario in hcs format)

Shanks x male reader (a mini scenario in hcs format)

Boa Hancock

Boa x older brother! Male reader platonic relationship hcs (requested)

Buggy

Buggy (relationship) headcanons

Perona

Perona x male reader

Monkey D. Garp (platonic)

(Platonic) Garp x younger fem! Reader who looks up to him as his apprentice (requested)

HUNTER X HUNTER

Kurtapika Kurta

Kurapika fluffy relationship headcanons (requested)

Cute domestic hcs of kurapika x fem reader (requested)

Big brother kurapika hcs (requested)

Chrollo Lulcifer

Chrollo x outgoing reader

Feitan Portor

Feitan fluff hcs (requested)

Feitan x seemingly angelic and innocent reader who’s actually in an criminal organization too (requested)

Feitan x a truamatized reader who’s a sadist and has hemokinesis powers (requested)

Machi Komachine

Macho relationship hcs

Shaknark Ryusei

Shalnark x closed off reader (requested)

Shizuku

Shizuku with a S/O she thought she was already dating

Bonolenov:

Bonolenov x reader who’s from his (gyudondond) tribe

Uvogin:

Uvogin x reader who’s as big as him

Phantom troupe relationship hcs (separate):

(Separate) phantom troupe relationship hcs

MY HERO ACADEMIA

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku x male reader hcs

Bakugo Katsuki

Katsuki x shoto twin reader

Katsuki x male reader

Katsuki x black gn! Reader

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto hcs for his big day

Shota Aizawa

Aizawa crush headcanons

How Aizawa courts you/relationship headcanons

Aizawa’s kisses headcanons (mini series by me)

Mina Ashido

Mina x gn! Reader

Minnax black gn! Reader

Uraraka Ochako

Uraraka x shy fem reader

Tsuyu Asui (Fixed! Tsuyu relationship hcs

Tomura Shigaraki (Tenko Shimura)

Shigaraki x scholarly reader with glasses (has dabi separately)

Touya Todoroki

Dabi x scholarly reader with glasses (has shigaraki separately)

BUNGO STRAY DOGS

Fukuzawa Yukichi

Fukuzawa’s reaction to screwing up his first date with you

Ranpo Edogawa

Ranpo x lazy male reader

Ranpo’s reaction to screwing up his first date with you

Yosano

Yosano’s reaction to screwing up her first date with you

Kunikida

Kunikida’s reaction to screwing up his first date with you

Osamu Dazai

Dazai’s reaction to screwing up his first date with you

Tanizaki Junichiro

Tanizaki’s reaction to screwing up his first date with you

Naomi

Naomi’s reaction to screwing up her first date with you

Kenji Miyazawa

Kenji’s reaction to screwing up his first date with you

Atsushi Nakajima

Atsushi’s reaction to screwing up his first date with you

Mori Ogai (i don’t condone his behavior)

Mori’s reaction to screwing up his first date with you

Hirotsu

Hirotsu’s reaction to screwing up his first date with you

Koyo Ozaki

Koyo’s reaction to screwing up her first date with you

Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya’s reaction to screwing up his first date with you

Chuuya x gn reader

Chuuya x male reader

Higuchi Ichiyo

Higuchi’s reaction to screwing up her first date with you

Higuchi Ichiyo as your girlfriend

Tachihara

Tachihara’s reaction to screwing up his first date with you

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

Akutagawa’s reaction to screwing up his first date with you

Gin Akutagawa

Gin’s reaction to screwing up her first date with yo

DEMON SLAYER

Tanjiro

Tanjiro x male reader

Inosuke

Inosuke x black male reader

Rengoku

Rengoku x gn reader relationship headcanons

Obanai

Obanai x chubby gn reader

SAIKI K

None yet~ coming soon!~

MOB PSYCHO 100

None yet~ coming soon!~

BLACK BUTLER

None yet~ coming soon!~

List of characters I want to write for eventually

List of character I want to write for eventually

[gglitch1dd]

What if Villain Deku has a fallen yazuka!reader as partner;stoic and cold but extremely loyal to him, because give them the chance to get revenge, to restore their honour and in exchange they would give everything for him.

And in exchange, Deku would give them his heart, his love.

Bonus:if Deku would gush about their tattoos,about how strong they are for their quirk and how obsessed he is.

The feeling is mutual~

THIS. THIS IS SO CUTE!!! Thank you so much for this Anon!! Sorry for the few days delay!!<3

HIS ANGEL

Warning: Talks about guns, killing/plotted murder, Villainy, Yakuza, Sidekick Dynamight.

Villain Izuku x Former Yakuza Reader!

Okay But Midoriya would be absolutely obsessed with you.

Shigaraki would have recommended you based off our skill set and all that you were infamous for. You were a former Yakuza leader, having your own gang and everything. You used to basically run the working of a precinct in the palm of your hand all started and done by yourself, until your gang was overthrown.

Midoriya needed trustworthy people in his inner circle to help him continue what All for One started and Shigaraki thought you would be good for Midoriya. You knew what it meant to work in the underground and in the shadows. You could teach him how to get the people he needed and aid him in establishing something that was more than just villainy. Something that AFO had built himself to mask his works.

So then you were introduced to the green haired man you knew from the news. The green curls of hair, the flash of electricity in his eyes and the sadistic smile on his face. You wondered how a man like him was the son of such a powerful man like All For One. He didn't look like AFO, but then again, you didn't know how AFO looked like when the top part of his face wasn't practically molten off.

When Midoriya first met you, he didn't know what to think. At first he thought you were just one of Shigaraki's many goons sent to watch over you and to babysit him, but when it became perfectly clear you had no intentions on following Shigaraki's rule, Midoriya became interested in you.

You weren't like a stereotypical villain which made you mysterious and attention drawing to him that way. You sort of reminded him of Dabi. Dark, myseterious and dangerous in a silent way. The moment you entered the field with him, however, Midoriya became perfectly clear why you enchanted him so much.

You and the rest of Midoriya's people including some members of the League were fighting ProHeroes. Midoriya was fighting against, still a sidekick, Dynamight. The strong blond blasting and following the green haired hero turned villain with vengence.

"Gotcha!" Dynamight had pinned Midoriya to the ground, his palm open to blast Midoriya in the face at any second he wished. "You're gonna wish you never betrayed us, you damn fucking nerd." He growled down at his old childhood friend.

Midoriya scowled up at the blond. The only reason they had gotten caught was because they were set up. You had warned him indirectly, of the men Midoriya wanted to deal with and your suspicions turned out to be correct. "Go to hell, Kacchan." He flipped the blond off.

Before Dynamight could find a smartass retort to shout back at him, his body suddenly jolted to the side off of Midoriya. Midoriya turned his head to look at you. You held one of your hand guns that were aimed at Dynamight while your hand glowed in an aura as you glared at Dynamight. A cold expression on your face. "No one touches, Deku." You said with a tight glare.

Dynmaight grabbed at his head, a pounding headache pulsing through his head. You walked over and grabbed Midoriya up. "What are your orders, sir?" You asked keeping your hand on the trigger as you trained it on Dynamights skull.

Midoriya was hypnotized by you. You weren't hesitant nor did you seem to be in the slight bit out of your element. Midoriya blinked wordlessly to you before looking back to the blond that was fighting unconciousness by the building pressure in his skull. "Leave him." Midoriya told you. "That one specifically should stay alive. I want him to watch as I burn his world to the ground." He spoke without a hint of joke or resilience. With a nod of your head, you lowered your gun and deactivated your quirk.

Since then the two of you were practically inseparable. You would stand by his side, as he had you as his advisor. You were strong, you were just and you served what needed to be served, but you were also just as dark as Midoriya needed you to be and that's what he found so delicious about you.

Midoriya wanted to make you happy. He was obsessed with trying to do so, with every cute or psychotic action he could do. At first he gifted you gifts: Flowers, chocolate, a new rifle, cash that was most likely stolen. Then he noticed maybe that wasn't what you wanted. You were grateful of course but it wasn't what was speaking to you. Then Midoriya, after careful analysis, realized you weren't materialistic (not entirely).

You wanted revenge. You wanted an opportunity to get back at the gang that took everything away from you.

So that's what he did for you.

He paved the way to the gang that stole your territory, killed your men and almost left you to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Midoriya was the man to put the gun to your hand and allow you to do what you thought was right. Not any crazed smile on his face, a serious look to him, knowing how much this must have meant to you.

Even after you had your revenge, your body covered in crimson and adrenalin pumping through your veins, Midoriya looked at you with jade eyes dark in desire. He smirked as he walked over to you. His shoes the only sound in the room that was worse than if a tornado had gone through. His button down shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows as he stood in front of you. With a scarred hand he tilted your chin up, to make you look at him. "You are intoxicating, my angel."

For a rare instance, you smile up at him. "Thank you, Izuku." You said genuinely, your shoulders down.

He chuckled as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close against him. He was a man who gave you the revenge you had been looking for. A man that allowed you to avenge all that was taken from you. You weren't going to push him away. He leaned his lips to brush against yours. "Anything for you, angel."

And he wasn't lying. He would do anything for you. There was a reason he called you Angel. You were like a fallen angel from grace. Beautiful, ethereal and something that made his breath leave his lungs every time he saw you. You protected him and guided him like his own personal guardian angel. And who was he to treat you like anything else other than what you were. An angel.

You were now his and he was yours. As long as you stood by his side, your unquestionable loyalty and faith to him standing strong and him, with an unshakeable love and hold on you, the two of you could do anything.

But mostly watch his dreams, Shigaraki's dream, AFO's dream come to light.

Watching the world burn underneath you.

-Glitch1d

<My Izuku Midoriya Masterlist>

[yanderecrazysie]

Anything yandere Davi related plz 🙏🙏🙏

I assume you mean Dabi! I’ll give you some headcanons!

Pairings: Dabi x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, threatening, murder

Type: General Yandere Headcanons

Dabi is very sadistic and will threaten you with fire if he finds it necessary.

He doesn’t care too much about your feelings, but he can’t deny that his heart flutters when he sees you happy.

If you’re a civilian that he falls in love with, he’s very quick to kidnap them. The world’s a dangerous place, he would know.

If you’re a hero, he would be a bit more sadistic and will want to defeat you before kidnapping you.

If you’re another villain, he probably won’t kidnap you, just force you into a relationship with you.

He will burn any of his rivals to a crisp with no remorse. 

He isn’t good at expressing his emotions, but he will tell you that he loves you.

He doesn’t want kids, but if he has them, he’ll be a great father. He especially loves giving piggyback rides.

Dabi can’t provide much for you, since he’s a villain on the run, but he’ll certainly do his best to make you at least a little comfortable.

He gets disgusted when you talk about heroes in a good way and is quick to tell you his backstory, if only to get you to shut up about how great heroes are.

You’re the only person he listens to, and he’ll stop killing someone if you’re there to beg him to stop.

He really loves when you play with his hair or fuss over his wounds.

[yandere-kokeshi]

Hello! Could I please request poly dabi & shigaraki x villain! male reader headcannons?

I absolutely love your writing esspecialy with dabi!

Also don't forget to take care of yourself! ❤

Warnings: yandere behavior

A/N: hiii!! Tysm!! You're so sweet ;((! YOU take care of yourself! Stay well :]!

Sorry this is short, I tried my best!

They’re both extremely protective and possessive. At best, one of them is always near you. Even the members of LOV get annoyed by how much they follow you.

Dabi has his hands always around your hips, waist, or shoulders; giving anyone the fiery look to back away.

Shigaraki tends to connect one of his fingers with yours, making sure to squeeze it while he’s anxious or upset.

Incredibly touch-starved. After doing business outside, the two of them will follow you and cling to you like koala bears; pet names being thrown around, Shigaraki whines about how he wants you alone while cuddling and Dabi yelling at him to zip it or else. Quite hectic if you see!

Speaking of cuddles, the embraces are very tight and comforting. The two of them fear you’ll get hurt — especially by them. While they do know you’re a villain and capable of taking care of yourself, just like them, it pains them to see you get hurt or think of you fighting. That being said, when on missions, at least one of them is always with you.

They fight… a lot. So much so, that sometimes you have to cut your time with them alone equally. But, that doesn’t stop them from working well with each other! If someone even looks at you or talks to you with disrespect, you have two growling men behind your back who are ready to set the world on fire for you.

Super duper fun date nights! The three of you tend to go to a market just to steal candy and slushies.

Purposely, getting sour candies to prank Shigaraki or simply switch the candies out with Twice. Or, some quiet nights, sitting on a tall rooftop, hearing police sirens all night while looking at the stars, talking about life and trauma of all things.

While in the public eye, they both are seen as intimidating people who are extremely sadistic and evil; but in the presence of you, they let their guard down almost completely and let you do things that other people definitely wouldn’t be able to.

Kisses all day and every day!! Dabi’s kisses are very hard and swift; extremely forceful that will leave you wanting more.

But Shigaraki is soft and somewhat slow. His chapped lips have the most of it. He makes sure to put a lip balm before kissing you.

They both suffer from deep insecurities. While they won’t show it, they do give clues. Dabi being his scars and rough personality; fears you’ll leave him when he teases too much or simply gets irritated too fast. You will see a slight look in his eye in the mirror, purposely ignoring his form while he holds you. Or how he’ll re-pick at his skin, talking to himself while sitting on the bathroom floor.

Shigaraki, on the other hand, is complicated. It's his rough skin and paranoia; he constantly suffers from anxiety, possibly thinking of worst scenarios when he’s with you. His skin is always roughed, and he fears you’ll hate him for not being like ‘someone else’.

Fights are interesting. While Dabi won’t hold a grudge, he will ultimately ignore you to make sure he doesn’t say anything rude or hurtful again; he rarely apologizes due to his ego. But, if he does see that what he said was mean, he will go ahead and buy your favorite snacks, dinner, and drink; possibly give you a kiss with a small “I’m sorry.”

Shigaraki, on the other hand, holds grudges. He will not talk to you, unless you apologize; even if it’s his fault. Sure, at rare times, he will get up front and apologize, otherwise, he will make you do it. When you do, he will look at you and pull you into a hug; promising to let you play some video games and eat snacks with him.

Sleeping is chaotic. Since they both love to be held and want to hold you, they practically lay on you for attention. Mostly, Shigaraki is either pushing himself into your lower stomach, and laying on you as Dabi is laying his head on your shoulder. Or, Dabi lying behind you as you coddle Shigaraki to your chest.

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[kierewrites]

The Supers

navi - masterlist

Dabi x Reader

Mood Song: lost in the fire

Summary: Somehow the world's most feared super villain and the world's most loved super model found their ways into each others lives. And somehow, you were both perfect for each other.

Warnings: mentions of violence, dirty talk, manhandling, choking, degrading, brat taming, pretty much dabi being an asshole lol

Dabi let out a frustrated sigh as he waited for the elevator doors of your apartment building to open. Your snoopy front desk guard was on duty tonight, and honestly that was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now.

He promised you he would be home early today to celebrate some shitty event you had going on. Normally he would remember such an event that had your eyes practically glowing in excitement, but his corpse of a boss had been hounding him about a particular job he needed to get done.

Just as expected, his target made the task much harder than it needed to be. He spent nearly two days tracking the fuck down, and when he found him. Oh, did he make him pay.

“Dabi p..please! I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

The villain’s eyes narrowed to slits as the man tried to back impossibly closer to the brick wall behind him, cornered by Dabi at last.

“Too late for that I’m afraid.” Dabi spoke cooly, growing annoyed by the man’s incessant sobs.

“No! No, I can give Shigaraki all he needs I promise!” The man cried, his knees beginning to give out in fear as he shrunk to the floor in terror.

The villain felt his hands tingle with rage as the pathetic man cried for mercy. After all this searching and trouble he had to go through, this man should be begging for Dabi to end his life quickly and easily.

“You know you wasted forty eight hours of my time, right?” Dabi hissed, shuffling towards the man with his hands shoved in his pocket.

The man let out a shriek when Dabi leaned down towards him in a quick movement, a crazed smile on his lips as he let the steaming heat radiate off his body.

“Told my doll I would be home a whole day ago, but I couldn’t do that, could I?” Dabi questioned rhetorically, bending down now on the heels of his feet so he could level with the man, “You know how many hours she’s been waiting because I’ve had to chase scum like you?”

Once again, a rhetorical question. But the man didn’t seem to notice.

“T..Twenty four-”

The sound of his quivering voice pissed Dabi off beyond his already thin patience. Letting out a growl he grabbed the man’s face harshly, his palm beginning to heat up and sear against his flesh.

“Thanks for proving to me that you know how to count,” Dabi growled, slamming the man’s head against the wall causing him to cough up blood all over his jacket.

“Fucking hell, you’re a damn mess.” Dabi snarled, knowing you weren’t going to like seeing the crimson liquid.

“You know I was just going to ignite your sorry ass to dust and call it a night,” Dabi spoke, wiping the greasy sweat from the man’s face on his already ruined jacket before glaring back down to his victim, “But I don’t think you deserve that.”

The man’s eyes now shot up to Dabi, almost a bit of hope glimmering in them at his words, until he noticed the downright sinister look in the villain’s eyes. He wasn’t about to show any mercy.

Dabi glanced up at the stone ledge above the two of them and quickly shot his hand up to ignite a burst of fire towards it, effectively severing it from the building to fall directly into the lap of the victim.

His shrill screams of pain echoed throughout the air, surely waking anyone nearby. The sound made Dabi’s heart beat with sadistic excitement, finally feeling justice was served for his previous days wasted.

“Now I hope you bleed out for fourty eight fucking hours, so you’ll know exactly how my doll felt.” Dabi barked with a grin, sending one last stream of flames towards the man to ensure his demise before finally concluding this headache of a job.

The thought alone of the pathetic man made Dabi grit his teeth; between that and the guard obviously staring at him, he was wanting to turn the whole building to ash.

All he wanted to do was crawl into bed and pull you close into his chest and make up for two days worth of sleep. Two days starved of your soft touch.

The elevator ride felt incredibly longer than usual, each step he took towards your apartment only felt like he was moving farther away from it. He almost couldn’t believe it when he found the familiar numbers of your place before him.

The sound of the door creaking throughout the living room made Dabi cringe, though he would never tell you that. Typically when you whined to him about waking you up, he just laughed or simply told you he didn’t care.

He knew that was a lie, but you didn’t need to know that.

Dabi’s ‘profession’ wasn’t made known to you quite yet, for obvious reasons: you were a supermodel.

Your life was broadcasted to millions of people, and though he trusted you enough to know you wouldn’t blabber his secrets to the world, he also knew all eyes were on you, and accidents happen. A life of his own couldn’t afford accidents.

He had a feeling you had a small idea that what he did was illegal, catching hints of blood or ash on his clothes often. The fact that most of his “shifts” ended in the early hours of the morning also seemed strange to you, but you never questioned any of it.

Just the way he liked.

Surveying the empty living room, Dabi came to the conclusion that you were fast asleep, not a sliver of light in sight. Never a surprise to the raven haired man, as you tended to fall asleep on him as early as ten o’clock, to which he would always call you his little baby.

When you were awake in the early hours during his return home, he knew something was wrong, but luckily tonight wasn’t the case.

Though his muscles screamed at him with every quiet move he made, Dabi still made an effort to strip his boots off as quietly as possible. Today’s job was a rather messy one, and the last thing he needed were those adorable cheeks puffed at him when you found a bunch of ‘dirt’ all over the floor.

Stripping his jacket off, he shoved it in a nearby hamper so you wouldn’t see the work he had done all day, deciding he would wash it in the morning.

Your apartment was cute, honestly rather luxurious for someone so young. Luckily your job paid more than enough bills, which initially shocked Dabi since he claimed you were just “posing for a camera”, to which always earned a slap from you.

As much as he hated to admit it, each time he saw the skyline view of Musutafu from your floor to ceiling windows he was amazed. It’s so easy to see the beauty and charm of such a large city when you live at the top, blissfully able to ignore the real chaos that happens down below.

Though he normally hated places like this, he also knew you didn’t have the luxury to live in just any regular apartment anymore. People were always tracking your every move, cameras and lights becoming a part of your lifestyle. Stunning apartments like this always had high security so you could have a somewhat normal lifestyle at home.

With that in mind, Dabi wasn’t quite thrilled with your so-called ‘security’. Since he wasn’t able to waltz into the doors, he usually had to come in with a disguise or through the back entrance. Not once did he ever have any issues. Hell he could break into your place to murder you and they probably wouldn’t find out for months.

He claimed that’s why he stayed with you as often as he did, because your ‘bimbo ass’ needed protection from your freaky fans. And though he wasn’t lying, you and him both knew that’s not the only reason why he stayed with you.

Letting out a sigh, Dabi gave the sparkling city one last glance before rubbing at his neck and shuffling to your bedroom.

He had every intention of showering, honestly, especially because he knew you would freak if he dirtied your freshly cleaned satin sheets. But his plans came to an abrupt halt when his eyes finally fell on your body.

Though a beauty to look at, you were a train wreck of a sleeper. Your body typically flailed every direction once you hit a deep slumber. Sure enough, your arms were beneath your pillow while one of your legs haphazardly stuck out from beneath the satin sheets.

Normally Dabi would’ve chuckled, maybe even snapped a picture for blackmail before continuing on with his night, but thanks to your sloppy position, he was able to drink in in what you were wearing.

Either you were trying to surprise him, or you were trying to tease him: either way his reaction was the same.

Your silky skin was wrapped up like a perfect sinful present for him, your chest and waste was adorned with the most luxurious lingerie he had ever seen. The red fabric just barely hid what was necessary, a slight shimmer in every detail that only accentuated your beautiful curves.

The sight made him groan as he felt his grimey pants tighten at the sight. He almost didn’t even want to touch you, didn’t want to ruin such a beautiful sight before him, but that’s what phones were for. Snapping a photo quickly, the raven haired boy quickly ripped his shirt from over his head and crawled into bed towards you.

He knew you were in a deep sleep since you didn’t even twitch as the bed dipped beneath you. A part of him couldn’t help but admire each adorable huff that slipped from your parted lips.

As much as he wanted to pull you close and fall asleep, the sinful painting before him was sabotaging any hopes of that. If you wanted to be a little tease, he would have to treat you like one.

Warming his hand up a bit, he grabbed a handful of your ass cheek, squeezing at the plush skin before laying a playful slap against it.

Surprisingly the initial grab didn’t seem to fully wake you up, but the harsh slap certainly did. Your eyes shot open, immediately looking around for whoever made your ass begin to sting until you were met with mischievous cerulean eyes.

Your once shocked expression melted into one of frustration, your brows knitting together and your lips pinching into a pout as you shoved him away with folded arms.

“You’re an asshole Dabi, you know that?” You say, though you can’t fight the grin that’s forming in the corner of your lips as he begins to crawl towards you again and hover over you, “Nearly scared me to death.”

Dabi simply smirked down to you, chuckling as your still tired eyes struggled to remain angry with him as he ran his warm hand up your thighs.

“C’mon that’s not very fair, is it doll?” Dabi questioned as his eyes began to drink in your attire once more before smirking up to you, “I fucking told you what happens when you tease me like this.”

You had to fight the mewl that threatened to spill from your lips, your hand grabbing his wrist before it made contact with your surely dripping underwear. His glowing cerulean eyes glared up at you through the dark, but you held your ground as you huffed at him.

“This wasn’t for you.”

At this Dabi raised a brow, a mix of anger and confusion bubbling in his chest as if to wonder who this was all for then.

“Okay well it was kind of for you,” You corrected, sitting up a bit so you could be more level with the man, “But I only had it on because of my show today.”

Dabi’s eyes widened in realization, understanding why you all of a sudden had a brand new lingerie set. This must’ve been what your big event was, how he had forgotten about a lingerie show of all events was beyond him.

“I wore it home, thinking I would surprise my boyfriend with it,” You hissed, the sound making Dabi wince internally as he struggled to meet your gaze, “But sure enough he wasn’t even there for it.”

Dabi let out a growl, his hand squeezing at your thigh before tugging you a bit closer to him as he looked at you with mildly apologetic eyes, “Work got a bit complicated.”

Looking him up and down, you felt your eyes soften just a bit as you took in his exhausted features. You had no doubt that he was telling the truth, you just wish he would tell you more about what his work entailed.

“Wait a fucking minute, does that mean a whole crowd saw you like this?”

The familiar possessive growl made your eyes roll, the sight making Dabi seethe with anger at your bratty response. Clearly two days was long enough for your little attitude to come back.

Beyond that, the fact that possibly hundreds of people were able to see what was his, all wrapped up pretty in this lingerie made him even angrier. Probably a bunch of pervs and rich old people.

Maybe he should’ve made his victim suffer even more for missing out on this.

Before he could advance forward, your foot landed firmly on his chest stopping any movements. An unimpressed brow was raised as you gave him a knowing look.

“Ah ah ah handsome,” You purred, the sound literally making the man before you growl as you smirked at him, “If I can’t get mad about your job, then you can’t get mad about mine. Remember?”

His own words escaping your lips made him huff in frustration. You were right, but that didn’t make it any better. Your smugness also wasn’t helping your case either.

Grabbing at your ankle, he yanked your foot away and dragged you beneath him roughly, causing a quick giggle to escape your lips as he glared down at you.

“Sorry I couldn’t make it to your show dollface.” Dabi spat, trying his best to mean the apology when all he wanted to do was fuck that snarky little brain dumb.

You saw the fire in his eyes, but you wanted to torment him just a bit longer before he lost it. Although you knew the consequences of whatever this secret job was, you were still mad he was away from you for so long.

“S’okay, I know you couldn’t have come anyway.” You mumbled, your gaze breaking away from his own.

Your words stung in his chest, leaving a sour taste in his mouth. He knew there was no venom in your words, but regardless he knew how much it hurt you that he could never come to support you in person due to his secret profession.

“Don’t be like that, you know I want to.” Dabi says sternly, grabbing your cheeks to force you to look at him once more.

Though your lips were already squished together between his fingers, he could still see the pout forming on your lips when you stared up into his cerulean eyes.

“It would make me feel better if you just told me what you did.” You said softly, your confession making his heart melt though he refused to show it. Even if he wanted to, there’s no way he could tell you.

It would ruin your career. It could possibly ruin your relationship. It could even ruin his career. Those were all risks he couldn’t take.

“Doll.” Dabi growled threateningly, giving you a glare of warning at your persistence, “We talked about this.”

Much to his surprise, you dared to roll your eyes at him for the second time in one night. After the hell of a two days he’s had, he was going to enjoy shutting up that smart mouth.

“I’m sorry did you forget your manners the whole two fucking days I’ve been gone?” Dabi growled, releasing your cheeks as he looked down to you incredulously.

Though you felt your heart flutter at the change in his tone, you tried to hold out for as long as possible, “You were the one that left me for two days-”

Before you could finish your sentence, his warm hand was now around your neck, squeezing just enough to make you gasp as he looked down to you with sinister eyes.

“And just like that, you’ve lost your talking privileges!” Dabi snarled with a grin, the sight making your eyes widen as you felt your legs begin to press together, a sight that didn’t go unnoticed by Dabi.

A rough knee forced your legs apart before rubbing against your warm core, causing a warbled mewl to escape your lips as he laughed down to you.

“This is why I hate that flashy fucking job of yours, it goes all to your damn head,” Dabi sneered, flicking at your forehead, “But that’s okay, each and every time you forget your manners I’ll happily fuck them right back into you, yeah?”

The feeling of his fingers now ghosting over your warmth had you bucking your hips up, a whimper escaping your lips when he somehow squeezed tighter around your throat.

“Dabi.” You whined, plump lips parted as his fingers continued their soft torture along your folds. He couldn’t hold out for much longer, and you both knew that. “You gonna talk back to me dollface?”

You looked into his eyes and quickly shook your head, giving him a pleading look through those glossy lashes that went straight to his cock.

“That’s my good girl,” Dabi spoke, releasing your throat as you began to cough and gasp for air. He might have been rougher than he should, but he had a tough few days.

“D..Don’t leave marks you dick, I have a shoot tomorrow-” You hissed now that you were able to breathe, but your words were cut short once again as he shoved three of his fingers down your throat.

“Like I give a fuck, I hope all those fucks see who the hell owns this slutty little throat,” Dabi growled, shoving his fingers deeper till he nearly felt the back of your throat, “Clearly you still haven’t learned your lesson.”

Tears danced down your cheeks now at the uncomfortable feeling, a cry of pleasure escaping your lips when you felt his fingers plunge into you without much of a warning.

“Knew you were being a brat on purpose,” Dabi hissed, smirking down to you as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, “You’re fucking sopping down there, all because I choked you, huh? Slutty girl.”

His crude words made your face feel like it was on fire, your moans being muffled by his fingers as his pace began to speed up, rubbing at your clit roughly.

“Shit, are you about to cum already?” Dabi questioned, a mocking laugh filling the air before he narrowed his eyes down to you, “Poor baby, probably tried to get off with those tiny fingers of yours while I was gone, didn’t you?”

As soon as you tried to nod he barked out more laughter, speeding up his minstrations causing you to squirm beneath his touch. Just before he could threaten your release, he felt you tighten around his fingers as your body began to convulse beneath him. “Did you just fucking cum?”

Even when he removed his fingers you just mewled at his questions, trying to rub your thighs together as you twitched down from your high.

“You selfish little brat, you really did miss me didn’t you?” Dabi sneered with a smirk, forcing your lazy head to look up at him.

When you could barely respond he let out a groan, moving quickly to undo his belt as your eyes lazily watched him.

“Did I fuck you dumb with my fingers alone? You’re so adorable doll.” Dabi cooed in a condescending tone, his finger grabbing your face once again to keep you focused, “Unfortunately for you, I’m just getting started.”

The morning air stung at your raw skin before your eyes could say good morning to the warm sun trying to seep through your curtains.

Memories of last night’s events had you shivering, your body processing the new feeling of an arm tightly wrapped around your waist.

Moving your head slightly to the side, you felt your heart warm at the sight of your boyfriend’s drooling face beside you. You loved watching him sleep. It was one of the few rare moments you had to see his face soft, void of any emotion. No anger, smugness, lust, sadness: just his soft two toned skin finally at rest.

Moving to sit up a bit, you let out a groan when a sharp pain shot to your hips. Glancing beneath the sheets, your eyes widened at the sight of purple bruises now adorning your normally flawless skin.

Jutting your lip out, you glared back to your peaceful boyfriend.

“You’re such an asshole.” You whispered more to yourself, but the smile on your lips betrayed your words.

Normally moving out of bed would elicit a growl from your lover, his arms moving you impossibly closer to him so you couldn’t escape his hold, but he genuinely seemed exhausted from whatever job he returned from.

Taking advantage of this, you gently wrapped his arm around your pillow before sliding out of bed and shuffling to your bathroom.

The cold marble of your floor made you hiss, always the worst type of wake up call, but it was soon replaced with a moan when you reached the heated floors of your bathroom.

Upon your presence, the lights of the bathroom turned on to put your naked figure on full display. Your jaw dropped to see more colors of the rainbow adorning your skin, all the way up to your jawline.

“Damn you Dabi.” You hissed, a bite to your words this time as you ran your fingers along your raw skin. Of course, you deserved every bit of it knowing you were testing his already thin patience last night, but you knew your agent was going to kill you.

He was always going on about how you needed to find a new boyfriend, but he never quite understood the masochist in you loved this sort of treatment.

The thrill of knowing Dabi would protect you with his life, but also treats you like his play thing thrilled you. The two of you were somehow more compatible then you should be,

Honestly your only problem with Dabi was this second life he seemed to hide from you. It’s not that you didn’t trust him, as he’s never once tried to lie or hold secrets from you. It’s just that you could tell it was inadvertently hurting him. You knew the jealousy he felt each time you left for work.

Though you weren’t a huge fan yourself, a large part of the job was being observed by millions. Touched by millions, intimate with millions, seen by millions. And though you’ve gotten used to the unfortunate treatment of the modeling industry, Dabi has not.

You know he would never tell you to quit, whether that be for your sake or for his ego’s sake, but you know so badly how he wants to be there with you. To be your menacing guard dog and make sure you were being treated nothing short of royalty.

But for some reason, he had to stay out of the public eye.

By the looks of it, whatever his profession was seemed a bit shady. You tried many times to tell him that the press wouldn’t care, and that there were many shady people in your line of work too, but he just kept saying it wasn’t the same.

Letting out a sigh, you finished your morning skincare routine, deciding you would cover up your happy little accidents from last night later.

Just as you had expected, his clothes were sprawled all over the ground. He clearly had little patience last night.

Shuffling over to your closet, you snatched one of his clean shirts and shoved it over your head, glancing at him to make sure he wasn’t awake before moving towards the living room.

A small chuckle escaped your lips when you noticed his boots and coat haphazardly thrown near the hamper. How you didn’t hear his surely loud entrance, you weren’t sure.

As you began to warm up a tea kettle, you moved towards his boots to place them on the clean shoe rack you begged him to use, to which he usually would drop his shoes right next to just to see your cute face scrunch up in frustration.

Next you grabbed his coat, moving across your cold floors to the laundry room to place the dirty article in the washing machine along with your own dirty fabrics.

The minute you pressed start, you froze when you saw red splotches covering where you once pressed the start button. Glancing down to your hand you let out a not-so-quiet gasp when you saw crimson adorning your fingertips.

Immediately you paused the washing machine, yanking out Dabi’s jacket before biting at your lip at the sight. How had you not seen the thick gooey blood dried all over the front of his jacket? A small part of you grew anxious wondering whose blood it was, his or someone else’s?

“Are you always this invasive with my shit, doll?”

The scream that escaped your lips when you felt his warm hands grab at your stomach made him chuckle, your body whipping around to see him already smirking down to you.

He loved the face you always made when he scared you like this, as if he had caught a child stealing from the cookie jar.

Looking into the scene before him further, his eyes darkened when he saw his coat in your hands, your soft fingertips coated with that filthy rat’s blood from last night.

“What did I tell you about touching my stuff Y/n?” Dabi husked, snatching the coat from your hands before shoving it back in the washing machine and slamming the start button.

Though your lips twitched, wanting to ask him a million questions, you instead let him spin you around before pinning your hips against the counter, his own hips digging into your own as he turned the sink on and aggressively washed both of your hands.

The sight of that man’s blood on your delicate little hands... his delicate little hands.

“Don’t ever fucking do that again.” Dabi whispered coldly into your ear, both his words and the feeling of his warm breath against the shell of your ear causing you to shiver while he dried both of your hands off.

Nodding against his chest, you slowly turned around to look at him, your glossy eyes peering up at him through your lashes which made his jaw stiffen at the sight.

“That.. that wasn’t your blood… right?”

The minute those soft words were whispered from your lips, Dabi felt his body tense as he looked down at you. Of course you weren’t worried about him being mad at you. You were just worried about him. Like you always were. Always putting his shitty needs before your own.

“Course not, princess.” Dabi said softly, his stern features melting into lazy kind ones as his hands pressed against the small of your back into his chest, an invitation for you to wrap your arms around him.

He knew you wanted to press further. Ask him what it was, what he was doing, if he was putting himself in any danger. But instead you just held him close, allowing yourself to trust in him and know he would never put you or himself in that situation. Knowing you should listen to him like he always tells you to do; never question him.

Just like his sweet angel should.

“You’re too pretty to worry dollface,” Dabi cooed, his fingers now digging into your hips which caused you to hiss as he lifted you up on the cool counter, “Aw, are you sore?”

Though still glossy, your eyes narrowed into a glare as the shit eating smirk appeared on his lips, referring to the fresh bruises along your hips.

“You know my agent is going to kill me, right? I told you I have a shoot today! It’s my last for a full week, you couldn’t have waited a day?”

Dabi only chuckled down to you, voice dripping in smugness as his fingers gently gripped at your chin, “Maybe you shouldn’t have dressed up all pretty for me like a slut last night baby.”

Though he wasn’t wrong, you also were planning on him coming home much sooner so you could lay out some ground rules. He definitely took advantage of your sleepy state.

The minute you attempted to roll your eyes his fingers moved from your chin to your cheeks as he squished them harshly, snarl at the tip of his lips.

“Did our little lesson about manners not click in that dumb head of yours?” Dabi growled, forcing your hips closer to his chest as he grinned wickedly down to you, “Because I’ll gladly review it again for you.”

You hated how your body reacted before your brain could, a whimper softly falling from your lips when his warm hand traveled up your thigh beneath his shirt, but luckily you were able to snap out of it now that you were much better rested.

“I’ll have to take a raincheck on that sir,” You chirped, grinning at his wide eyes at the little nickname, “I have tea on the kettle, and I need to be at that shoot in a few hours!”

Somehow you were able to slip from his hold, most likely thanks to his small period of shock before his grin began to twitch, footsteps following after you causing shrieks of giggles to escape your lips as you ran from his grasp.

You were definitely going to be late.

Exhaustion havoced through your bones, but it wasn’t even close to the excitement you felt surging through you.

After a far too eventful fashion week, your agency granted you a full week to be off and take time for yourself. Though, it was well deserved, especially after today’s shoot.

“Y/n F/n, are you fucking kidding me?!”

The sound of your name being hissed venomously from your agent’s tongue made you cringe. 

Luckily you were able to cover up most of the marks on your neck and chin, but the makeup on your torso must have rubbed off on the walk to the testing site.

“I promise it’s not as bad as it looks, Charles.” You said with a sweet smile as you pulled him in for a professional hug, “Makeup will easily cover it up.”

From behind you, the makeup team confirmed this as they began setting up their spray foundation station, their reassurance making you smile as you looked back to your fuming agent.

You knew it was unprofessional, you really did. And you tried your best for this to not happen often, as your body unfortunately was your entire career. But what annoyed you the most is that your agent seemed to care less about the marks, and more about your partner.

“Same scumbag boyfriend, huh?”

Every part of you wanted to scream at him and storm out, but you really liked this client and knew you could never turn away a holiday shoot like this.

“Charles, you're ever so chipper this morning.” You spoke, offering him the warmest smile you could muster before being dragged off by the makeup team.

The rest of the afternoon went fine. Luckily the hair and makeup teams were just as excited to talk with you, so it helped speed things along. You told them all about your trip with your boyfriend to the mountains, as this would be your first official ‘vacation’ with him.

Little did you know, your agent kept a close ear to your small conversations with each division of the shoot, devising a small plan of his own. 

In the best interest of you, his client, of course.

“Are you all packed Dabi?”

Your cheerful voice sent waves of warmth through Dabi’s chest, his lazy eyes falling on you as you bounced before your tall doorway.

He knew it was cold outside, but you went a bit overboard. Almost every article of clothing you had on consisted of fluffy fabrics, from your earmuffs and beanie, down to your cozy brown boots.

“Probably not as well as you, snow bunny.” Dabi chuckled, the nickname causing you to pout as he flicked at the small fluffy ball on top of your head.

“Don’t be like that, it’s going to be cold up there!” You whined, happily letting him grab your Louis Voution duffles before you opened the door for the two of you.

“I just think it would be smarter for you to wear less, so I damage less of your prissy little outfits.” Dabi sneered with a grin, your head whipping to him with narrowed eyes as you locked your door behind you with the keycard.

“You will not be ruining this outfit, asshole. You can learn to unbutton things like a normal person.”

Dabi only hummed, confirming he certainly would not be doing that before you both made your way down the stairs. Normally you would take the elevator, but Dabi didn’t feel like putting on an entire disguise so you asked for your car to be ready behind your building.

Going down fifteen flights of stairs was never fun, but for Dabi it was worth it. Plus you couldn’t complain much since he decided to hold both of your luggage, not that he had much anyways.

“We’re taking the Tesla?” Dabi questioned, noticing the key card you were fiddling with in your hands, when you nodded warmly he only smirked, snatching it from you with a whistle, “I’m definitely driving then.”

A sharp whine escaped your lips as you tried to take the card from his hands, but even with his hand full with three bags, he managed to escape your swinging arms.

“You drive like a lunatic Dabi! You better not speed in my baby.”

He simply smirked down to you smugly, the sight making you groan before you finally made it to the final floor.

“Your car is ready outback Miss Y/n.” A familiar voice spoke, the sound startling Dabi as he quickly shoved his hood up and jerked his head the opposite direction, “But I must warn you-”

Before he could finish, Dabi shoved all the bags in the bellhop’s arms causing the man to slightly stumble over, “Make yourself useful, will you?”

A small giggle bubbled out of your lips, shooting a playful glare to Dabi’s mischievous eyes, reminding yourself you needed to tip that poor boy extra when you both returned.

As you made your way to the doors, you thought you heard strange noises from outside, but as the bellhop tried to stutter something out, Dabi simply placed his palm on the small of your back and ushered you outside.

Sure enough, those strange noises were your worst nightmare.

A crowd of people suddenly turned to the sound of you and Dabi exiting the building, there was a moment of silence before shouts and cameras began flashing towards both of your directions.

“Y/n! Is this your boyfriend?” “Y/n, is it true that you’re scared to leave your boyfriend?” “Y/n, show us the bruises! Speak your truth!”

The rapid questions caused your head to spin, the quick flashing of cameras making you back up, your boyfriend quickly wrapping a protective arm around you.

“W..What bruises?” You questioned, eyes narrowed until you saw a screen being held up amongst the crowd, your entire body growing rigid as the familiar sight of your skin littered with warm bruises was held up amongst the crowd.

“How did you…” You whispered, eyes wide and horrified until you noticed the familiar outfit in the corner of the photo. That was from today’s shoot…

“Charles.” You growled, the sound of your agent’s name making Dabi’s fists heat with anger. He knew that damn agent of yours was trouble.

Quickly spinning around, you stood before Dabi to try and deflect any view of him from the crowd as you looked at him apologetically, “I’m so sorry Dabi, I think my agent called the press on me. Let’s just go through the front-”

Your words were only half processed by Dabi. He could tell by your tone you were genuinely sorry, this wasn’t your fault. He wasn’t mad at you in the slightest. What he couldn’t ignore though, was the one pair of eyes out of the entire crowd that had been staring at him since he walked out those doors. 

The eyes were wide, trembling. They were filled with fear. Dabi knew exactly what was about to happen.

“That’s Dabi! From The League of Villains!”

The sound of the crowd gasping had your head whipping back, your mouth agape before you glanced back at your boyfriend whose jaw was locked tight.

“L..League of Villains?” You whispered, his eyes finally falling on you for the first time throughout this entire event.

Everything was over. This perfect little life he got too comfortable in. This domestic, sickly sweet lavish life you swaddled him in until he almost forgot who he really was. What he really was.

He wanted to leave you there. Do what he knew was right and make an easy escape to never see you again, but he was in too deep now. He dragged you into this and now this was both of your problem’s. The new onslaught of questions only confirmed this.

“Has Dabi from The League of Villains been holding you hostage, Y/n?” “Are those burn marks in this picture Y/n?” “Someone call the heroes!”

All he really wanted to do was drown. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, like he was about to lose everything he’s ever lived for.

And then your hand wrapped in his own. Your eyes held so much emotion. Confusion, anger, sadness, worry. But one thing he didn’t see was fear. And your words only confirmed that.

“I’m not scared of you Dabi.” You whispered, two tears dancing along your cheeks as your lips quivered, trying to keep a brave face as he looked down at you.

Dabi could feel his own tear ducts growing warm, but that’s not what he needed right now. He needed to get both of you out of here.

With the raise of his arm, flames grew from the tip of his fingertips down to his elbow as he glared at the crowd with sinister eyes.

“Move.”

Screams echoed throughout the crowd, everyone running in opposite directions while still trying to film the two of you as Dabi led you towards your car. He didn’t need to say a word for you to obediently run to the passenger side, Dabi already climbing in the driver’s seat before he sped off, pushing the limits of your car as he sped down the street.

He knew exactly where he was going. The only place he knew that was close enough to reach before those damned heroes showed up.

Every few minutes he glanced at you, and though your breath’s were uneven and your body was slightly trembling, you made no moves to betray him. You didn’t reach for your phone to call the police, you didn’t try to attack him, you just sat and looked forward, your teeth digging harshly into your lip.

He couldn’t imagine how terrified you must have been. Nearly three years of trust flushed away, with possibly the worst kind of betrayal yet. A villain, of all secrets to hide. Of course he wanted to do anything to still keep you in his life, but he knew that wasn’t his choice to make.

Slamming on his breaks, your eyes widened as you looked around, wondering what he was stopping for before your name was growled from his lips.

Looking at him, his cerulean eyes were already on you. The look on his face was one you’ve never seen before. Maybe it was the real monster in him he’s been hiding this entire time. Those cold blue eyes were deathly serious, not a hint of mischief in them.

“We’re not going to the mountains Y/n.”

The words dawned on you, realizing what this was about. This was your final opportunity to exit. To leave the villain before you, and try to operate what damage control you could to get back to the life you’ve always known.

This was your last chance.

You swallowed thickly, feeling your mouth go dry at what this decision meant, and how it would change the trajectory of your entire life. Inhaling sharply, he was surprised to see your head whip up, eyes leveling the seriousness of his own as you nodded.

“Okay.”

Dabi searched. He searched hard, almost hoping he would find any glimmer of doubt in those beautiful eyes of yours, but he found nothing but acceptance.

Looking back forward, Dabi nodded wordlessly and sped off towards the one place he dreaded most.

Home.