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yandere-mha-blog · 1 year
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Part 10
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The day after seeing Dabi causes you a bunch stress, luckily Keigo is there 
Yandere boyfriend Hawks x reader x yandere ex boyfriend Dabi
You didn’t get much sleep that night, every time you drifted off you woke up thirty minutes later covered in sweat, hands shaking and breath uneasy.
It was four in the morning and since you weren’t going to get any sleep, you took a cold shower to try and shock your system back to normal, didn’t work.
You thought if you should go to the police about this, but you knew if you did bring it up. His dad would just fix it, like he always did. The only thing you could think of for the time being is to stay alert and maybe invest in a tazer, along with some mace.
Your first class was in twenty minutes, you reached for the doorknob but checked out the peephole first, no one…still what if he was waiting. Maybe you should text Keigo.
Keigo let out a yawn as he just got out of class and was on his way to the fountain to head to English class when his phone started buzzing, you were calling.
“Heyo, everything okay?” He asked
“Thanks, Keigo,” you said and hung up as he walked to your apartment, no Dabis around, maybe he was successful in scaring him off. He knocked on your door
“I think… well I'm not sure, look I can't find the nerve to leave my apartment to go to class, do you think you could walk with me?”
“Sure thing I’m close by anyways, see you soon.”
“Hey (name), I'm here to escort you.” He chimed out, as you opened the door “Good lord did you not sleep last night.”
“Do I look that worn out…” you mumbled
“Sorry that was rude, but…you look tired.” He said
“I couldn't stay asleep, too shacky.” you explained as you locked the door behind you “Thanks for walking with me.”
“No problem.” He said with a smile, the walk to class was quiet and you two walked in.
“Well, look who is late again.’ The teacher said “And miss (last name), I see you are joining him.”
“Why are you always singling us out teach,” Keigo asked 
“You two just sit down,” he said and got back to the board, you felt your classmate's eye on you again, you gripped your bag, and quickly went to back two with Keigo. You weren't really paying attention to this lesson, your mind was reeling with what to do.
“Should I even tell my parents about this.” you thought as you tapped the pencil to the table “What would they even be able to do, I don't want them to worry, I don't want to drag anyone into this mess, my mess, ugh I always drag everyone into my messes. Sereisoly I need to handle this on my own, but I don't even know how to fight him.”
Keigo tapped your shoulder with his pencil snapping you out of your trance
“Psst, you seem zoned out you good,” he whispered
“I'm okay, just thinking,” you said and looked back at the teacher
“Keigo already stuck his neck out for me to get Dabi out of my place, what if he targets him next, he is my only friend here, I don't want to see him get hurt.”
You looked down at your empty notebook at the end of class, god you were a mess right now. Keigo placed his hand on your shoulder and gave you a little shake.
“You know maybe you should go home and get some rest.” he suggests “Take a nap.”
“No, no, no.” you said, “I am not letting him get in the way of my studies again.”
“Well you aren't exactly studying,” he said pointing to your notebook
“Rude,” you said
“Yup you a need and maybe some cake.” he said
“I don't think sweets can fix this mess Keigo.” you replied “Besides even if I went home for a nap, I wouldn’t be able to sleep. I'm still…confuzzled.”
“confuzzled?” he asked
“Yes confuzzled, both confused and puzzled,” you explained 
“Ah, well tell you what, how about, I first send you a photo of the notes, you go take a nap, and then I come to get you for the cake once I'm done with my next class.” he suggested, “I really don't think Dabi will be bothering you.”
“What makes you so sure?” you asked
“Just a hunch,” Keigo said
“I think I need more than a hunch,” you said as you walked out of the classroom, You once again noticed your classmates staring at you and Keigo, before whispering in each other ears and giggling a bit.
“Tell you what, ill keep my phone on and if you think anything funny is happening call me and ill be right over,” he said
“I really don't want to pull you into a mess more than I already have…I don't want to see you get hurt,” you said
“Trust me, I use to be a street rat remember, I can hold my own pretty well.” Keigo boosted “And you need a nap…you are barely awake right now, I'm not gonna stop pestering you till you go take one.”
“Keigo my classes-”
“You can find the lesson online.” he said “Now off to bed with you.”
“Fine fine fine.” you yawned out 
“Great and afterward we will go get cake,” he said and ruffled your hair
“Hey,” you said
“Sorry old habit,” he said as you fixed your hair
“I'll see you later,” you said and walked off still looking over your shoulder, Keigo waved bye to you, and then his face fell when you left
“Fucking asshole.” he thought as he was reminded of Dabi “I don't have the whole story about him, but I have seen enough to know what type of man he is.”
Keigo walked back to class, looking at his contacts, he wondered if he should contact her for information, although she would probably be angry to hear from him again asking for a favor.
He sat down in his seat and looked at the board, Yuki sat next to him.
“Hey Kei,” she said
“You forgot the ‘go’ part,” he said
“Come on, Kei is a cute nickname since you don't like to be called hawks,” she explained
“Yuki, please just stick with Takami,” he asked
“Aw come on, are you still upset at me?” she asked “I was just trying to warn you.”
“Yuki, I really have to focus on the board so.” Keigo scooted away from her a bit
“Fine, fine but tell me when did the thing between you and her start, like when did you and her start dating?” She asked
“....excuse me?” Keigo said looking at her like she had two heads.
“One of my friends said you and her came to class together and she looked super unrested, so we assumed you spent the night together,” Yuki said, Keigo eye twitched a bit, but he let out a chuckle
“Is that what people are saying now.” Keigo said, “Well you people will spread whatever rumors you want.”
“So you two arent dateing?” Yuki asked as she scooted closer to him
“Nope,” Keigo said as he tried to scoot away again, thinking Yuki needed a lesson in ready body language. 
“Oh, that's good.” Yuki said, “I mean I'm sure the emotional  baggage from her other relationship is still heavy in the air, you shouldn't have to deal with that.”
"Okay I know I promised I would stop attacking people but she is making it really hard to keep that promise," Keigo thought
“Also I've seen your car as well, do you think I could get a ride in it?”
“Nope, I only take special people for rides in that,” Keigo said as he gathered his books and moved to the front leaving Yuki alone.
You meanwhile were in bed taking a nap, as you hugged your cinnamonroll plush. Maybe it was the fact it was daytime, and Dabi was more of a night owl, you remembered when the two of you would stay up late watching whatever movie you could find, till the sun came out and you two would be passed out on the floor under the blankets without a care in the world.
You wondered how long these memories would continue to plague you.
You woke up to a knock on your door, you let out a yawn and checked the time, 4:09
“Great my sleep schedule is thrown off,” you mumbled as you got up and looked out the peephole to see Keigo standing outside, you opened the door.
“Morning sleeping beauty, did you get some rest?” he asked as you just let out a yawn
“Sure…” you said, “What do you get there?”
You pointed to the box in his hand
“Cake,” he said handing you the box
“I thought you wanted to go out for cake?” you asked
“Well you still seem, a little shaken up so I just got a couple of my favorites for you to try,” he explained, you smiled
“Well want to come in and eat some with me then,” you asked
“I'd love to.” he said and scrolled in taking his shoes off and looking around the place “Got to say I'm digging your decor.”
“Thanks.” you said as you sat the box down on the table “I try.”
Keigo sat across from you and opened the box taking out two slices
“Okay you want the strawberry or chocolate Torte?” he asked
“I'll take the strawberry one, thanks,” you said as you took the slice and took the strawberry and put it to the side of the plate
“Hey, you are skipping the best part,” Keigo said
“I am saving it for later,” you said as you took a bite
“Oh, you are one of those people who save the best for last,” Keigo said
“What you are one of those guys who eat the best thing first.” You retorted 
“Sure am, what can I say, I may have some minor self-control issues,” he said as he took a bite “I'm working on it.”
“Well the cake is good, what is the name of the place?” you asked
“Grand old sweets shop, it's run by this cute elderly couple, I've been going there for a while,” Keigo said “Altho off-topic question real quick.”
“Shoot,” you said
“Well, it's about Yuki.” Keigo said, “What can you tell me about her.”
“Bystandard and follower, she always takes the side of whoever is winning.” you said bluntly “She wasn't one of the main ringleaders of my bullying, but she sure was there encouraging them and joining with them.”
“Ah,” Keigo said blankly
“Why do you ask?” you said
“...she has been flirting with me and I really don't like it.” Keigo said “And no boundaries when it comes to personal space, and this is coming from me.”
“My condolences,” you said
“(Name) this is serious, you know anything she hates, like the type of guys she hates,” he said
“Why would you want to change how you act around her so she backs off?” you asked 
“Leaves a sour taste in my mouth yes,” Keigo responded
“So she leaves me alone.” Keigo said “Her attitude is really…”
“Sour.” you sugessted
“Well sorry to say but I never really paid attention to who my classmates were dating.” you said “But just say, I know you're flirting with me, but I don't like you.”
“You are just straight to the point huh.” Keigo said, “I envy that.”
“Eh I'm pretty sure it's the reason my classmates didn't like me,” you said as you took another bite “Why do you like to adjust how you act around people so they like you?”
“I-I mean, maybe sometimes I do,” Keigo said
“You aren't acting with me right?” you asked “Case I want to make sure the friend I am talking to, is actually my friend.”
“Of course it's me.’ Keigo said, “It's just kinda hard when I have been an ass for most of my teenage hood, so trying to be a better person, I feel like I don't have a good grip, on who I am.”
“I see,” you said
“Was that too much?” Keigo asked
“Not at all, I'm glad you told me because I’m sorta in the same boat.” you explained “I mean I use to be quite outgoing, I was in a couple of clubs in my first year of high school, but the bullying from my teammates made me quit. So I just wanted to fade into the background, not make a sound, but I grew bitter and miserable trying to hold it together, so I'm glad I'm in college and can maybe, you know, be happy, but I'm still not good around people.”
“Shit (name), what club were you in, oh let me Gusse, the literature club?” he asked, you let out a little laugh and shook your head no
“We didn't even have a literature club or book club…sadly,” you said
“Okay then was it baking?” he asked
“Nope.”
“Uhhh okay im gonna get it, Judo, kendo-”
“Wasnt a fighting club.” You said
“Really, you know I had a friend who was really into mixed material arts.” Keigo said, “Was it a sport?”
“Yup, you are in the ballpark.”
“Aha, softball!” Keigo pointed
“No that was a red herring,” you said
“Red herring is a type of fish so, swimming!” Kiego boosted
“Yup,” you said
“...Wait you were on the swimming team.” Keigo said, “That's awesome.”
“I was a pretty good swimmer, but sadly the bullying was too much and I quit after my first year.” You explained “id like to go swimming again sometime.”
“We should, I mean it's getting hotter around here,” Keigo said
“We should, maybe once Breck rolls around.” you said as you took the last bite of your cake And let out a sigh “Man I really don't want to watch all of those class videos but I have to.”
“Andi doesn't wanna go to work, but I need money.” Keigo groaned, you passed the strawberry over to his plate “For me?”
“Eat up.” you said “You paid for it and bought it so you can have the best part.”
“You are too sweet.” he said as he happily ate the strawberry “And can I tell you one last thing before I have to head out?”
“Sure,” you said
“Well, it's about yesterday, and about Dabi,” Keigo said he saw you start picking at your sleeve 
“What about it?” you asked
“Well after I left your place he was waiting, for me I think,” Keigo said
“Oh god he didn't hurt you right?” you asked worryingly as you were scanning his body
“No, no no nothing like that.” Keigo said, “But well he tried and I may have… roughed him a bit.”
“....you did what now?” you asked
“That chump?’ Keigo snorted “I mean I kinda apprehended him in like ten seconds, his defense is laughable.”
“Okay that sounds bad, but hear me out, he swung at me first so I kinda-”
“No I mean how did you manage to rough him up?” you asked “I've seen Dabi knock some guys out cold.”
“....”
“Okay I'm getting off-topic, but look I just wanted to let you know, because I think you have the right to know.”
“Aghhh Keigo what if he comes after you?” you said
“I'll just do what I did last time,” Keigo said
“I mean with police, well actually I don’t think Dabi would go to the police, he swung first right?” you asked
“Yes, he swung first.” Keigo said, “Aw are you worried about me.”
“Yes!” you said
“And you aren't mad, I may have beat up your ex,” he said
“Not really, Dabi is just vengeful and full of spite, so be careful out there okay,” you said
“I will, I will.” Keigo said putting his hand over his heart “Scout honor.”
“You better,” you said
“Well I gotta get to work, and you got to catch up on work so, I shall come by to pick you up for class tomorrow, deal?”
“Deal, and next time ill pay for the cake,” you said as you lead Keigo out and waves him out to his car, he sent you a pair of finger guns as he got into his car and drove off.
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yepperoniro · 4 months
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New fucked 3am idea.
Yandere Todoroki Family x youngest Fem Todoroki reader or oc whatever.
Warning Incest and Platonic Yanderes present.
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Firstly, Y/N or Yen was born 8 months after Shoto. And she also has the half cold half hot quirk. [Because I'm so creative right @@]
anyway...
Because Shoto existed and was male, Enji didn't pay anymore attention to her than he did any of his other non-shoto kids. That was until one night at dinner when Yen called Toya Daddy. After this, Enji cared. But like Too Fucking much. He became super protective and overbearing. And rest in peace, Toya and Rei [not literally doe] that night because guess who was getting punished for Yen's mistake. And when Yen started growing into her body, things went from bad to worse for her as Enji's overprotective and overbearing became covertly perverse. Bathing with Yen choosing what she wears. When Rei confronted him about this... she was punished for even thinking it was possible. Enji isn't stupid or delusional, though he knows doing anything directly to her would be wrong, so he doesn't, but he does fantasize.
Rei's relationship with Yen is complicated at best. She is Platonic Yandere for her absolutely. She doesn't let Yen learn how to use her quirk because it could harm her. [Enji support this decision] However, most of Rei's punishments once Enji cared about Yen are Yens fault. Yen made a new friend Rei was getting punished. She kinda has been sneakily feeding Yen herbal anti-quirk remedies. [Enji didn't notice this one, though.. just assuming her weakness comes from the lack of training with her quirk.] She knows about Enji's feelings, having heard him moan their daughters name while he yanks it. But she's too afraid to say anything, thinking he might act on his feelings if anyone knew about them.
Dabi / Toya has the second most fucked relationship with Yen. As said before, Yen saw him as her father figure even though they were only 11 years apart. He sympathizes with her the most she was what father wanted but still wasn't enough. She was only 2 when he ran off, but he was still uncomfortably attached to her. Outsiders who would see photos of the two together would always raise an eyebrow. Why is his hand there as he's holding her up. After he woke up from his coma, he became more stalkery towards his family as a whole, but his sister was the most of all. He even became her only friend [Much to Rei's dismay.] in the form of a pin pal. He absolutely never ever put her in any danger. Ever. Even if it would hurt Enji the most, he couldn't handle that. When he blew the whistle on his abusive family, he pointed out the pedophic incestuous relationship his dad has with Yen. He even accused his mom of knowing and supporting his vulgarities to lessen her own abuse. [This was Rei's biggest fear]
Fuyumi isn't Yandere, not even Platonic yandere. She's just obvious. 100% obvious to her only sisters suffering. She knows dad is more protective of her, but she doesn't see the incest. Or the yandere. She also downplays alot of the abuse. But that's with all of the abuse. Not just Yens.
Natsuo is a Platonic yandere who actually has Yens happiness and health in mind incomparasson to the rest of his yandere family members who are all selfish to some extent. And he is, too. To some extent. [ You'll see in a bit.] He is the only one who is fully aware of all of his families yandereness. When the video came out his response was 'pot calling the kettle big brother what the fuck.' He knows that his mom is poisoning Yen but he doesn't know how and what to do about it. But he knows it's happening. He also knows about Shotos' actions and was very very very supportive of him going off to school and leaving. He regularly invites Yen to play games in his room until she falls asleep and he let's her sleep in his room. He does this to protect her from Shoto.
Last but certainly not least Shoto. He has a love-hate relationship with Yen except with yandere and incest. He is the only one who is physical with her, which is awful but good because at least only one of them is. He and her went through puberty around the same time, so he experimented on her often. Due to them having the same quirk, sometimes he reflects on her, and when he's having a bad day with his quirk, he punishes her for it. He is the only one who actually spanks Yen, but it is never when she needs it. Only when he decided she needed it.
Other things that happened in this au.
When the video came out, instead of bringing everyone together, it did the opposite. Rei being fearful of her youngest daughters virginity [she doesn't have because Shoto. But Rei doesn't know that] tries to run away with Yen. She doesn't get to far because Natsuo who knows about everything and is like 'um no fuck that. you've been poisoning her somehow. You can't be trusted either, and so he takes his baby sister from his mom.
Rei demands a divorce, and she is granted one once the video is released. Enji falls into an intense depression because of his wife leaving and taking his baby girl. And now the world knows about his darkest secret, and no one is supporting him. And because no one in this UN has a PR person, all are under the impression he is a child predator, which he kinda is if your his daughter [which you are oof.] Once the divorce goes through Natsuo takes his mom to court to demand custody of Yen because the poisoning... while all this is happening, Dabi has been secretly planning on kidnapping Yen.
Dabi has a Daddy kink for Yen. So does Enji, but ironically, she never calls him daddy only ever Enji or 'dever.
... there is the 3am Idea. Watch me regret posting this when I wake up for work tomorrow.
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dashitsxx · 30 days
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if only | various male characters x fem!reader | mha
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summary. Maybe leaving him wasn't the best decision to ever do.
genre. dark. explicit smut. nsfw. 18+
word count. 1.7k
characters. aizawa shota (eraserhead). chisaki kai (overhaul). takami keigo (hawks). todoroki touya (dabi).
warnings. dubcon/noncon. all in an established relationship. quirk au. vulgar language. cunnilingus (aizawa). rough fuck. penis in vagina sex. overstimulation. multiple orgasms. creampies. stomach bulge (dabi). manhandling. forcing. evident male dominance. yandere themes. possessive. obsession. mentions of killing (dabi). selfish behaviour. egoistic behaviour. indicated the use of quirk. breeding kink (dabi). praising (dabi).
notes. finally done with this! been itching to post this as quick as possible. i definitely didn't like how i wrote them but enjoy sluts, tried to make it spine-shivering as much as possible! reposting 'cause i found out that tumblr didn't kind of added it into the no. of my posts?? idk why
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shota aizawa (eraserhead) — If only you weren't clumsy enough.
Oh love. That was the biggest mistake you have ever made to him. Do you think that you could easily slip away from his sight? Oh my. How dumb of you. You may have a strong quirk but it doesn't surpass his level... and he'll make sure to let it stay that way.
A trembling shaking rattled on the bedframe as you arched your back from the pleasuring sensation. Pants and moans vibrate against the wall of the room. No matter how much you want to try to push the head away from your cunt, your hands prevented you from doing so as it is tightly tied by his binding cloth, whereas with each forceful pull you create, it suddenly stiffens its fabric.
You moan loudly as you squirm under his touch. "Stop moving," he ordered in a vicious tone. Then, a warm wet long stripe was placed on your cunt, making you hold your breath. A strangled moan left your lips as you attempted to break the cloth that was chaining you.
"I-I can't—ah! No, n-ngh! Ah! no, s-stop. Aizawa!" you exclaimed, panting in the process.
"I said stop squirming." he painfully held your hips in place as he halted his motion. Your eyes slide down to him as you find him with a raging fire, "You wouldn't been in this position if only you had been obedient to me."
Then he slowly rises from his position as he continue to glower down at you, "You know you can't escape from me, love."
You heard a rapid swish of fabric as you found your legs bound up in a lewd position, wide open for him. "N-not like this! A-Aiza—" A painful feeling slapped your pussy which made your back arch. "Shut up."
A sinful smirk slowly formed on his lips. Who would have thought that his fantasies would come true? He was thankful that you attempted to escape, but it still does infuriate if you wanted to leave him. He didn't like that idea, nor would he let it happen. Maybe... it is time to mark you.
Then, he quietly placed his hands on the middle of his pants before unzipping it. A look of fear and shock was evident on your face as you knew what it meant
"Aizawa! No, no, no!" you attempt to back away from the raging man, but he grabbed your thighs and pulled you down to him to let you feel his hardened cock with your bare vagina—you moaned at the sensation. Pride was evident on his face as he spoke in a possessive tone.
"I'll always find you, love."
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kai chisaki (overhaul)— If only you were fearless.
Darling, darling, darling. Why did you ever think that you would be able to escape from his grasp? He didn't do all those cheesy courtship with no purpose just for you to leave him. He did it all in his satisfaction to have you caged within him despite that you were a great benefit to the yakuza. Hence, you are his possession—and there is no way for you break free.
"Fuck—so... t-tight. Fucking tight." A deep growl emitted from his chest as he thrusts his fat cock into your gummy walls. You moan from your taped mouth and warm tears fall on your cheeks from the overstimulation.
A pleasured moan left his mouth as he stared down at you, a contemptuous smile was plastered on his face. You looked so pretty taking his godly size dick—it fits well with your pussy. Although he's been fucking you for who knows how many rounds, his rage hasn't been satiated yet.
The fact that you tried to leave him really fucking blood-boiled him. He has never felt this way after the heroes attempted to meddle in his business. Upon the thought entering his mind, his eyes darken immediately as he pushed the back of your thighs to your chest.
Your felt your eyes widen at a new sensation as your chest rose, heaving at the new position he put you into. It was the position you knew that would make you feel his size.
Feel him more.
You attempt to push his hands from your thighs with your taped wrists, but it keep slipping off from the body sweat formed. Then, he harshly flicked his hips onto you. Your body jerked as you felt the tip of his dick kissed your womb.
The smile remained on Kai's face as he leaned forward, "Feel that, darling? You're not dumb enough to know what it means." a chuckle erupted from his chest as he pulled out until his tip before slamming back deeply, making your body jerk again and a moan leaving your lips.
Then a sudden shivers crawled on your body under his, making his cock more slick from your cum. Kai lets out a short deep laugh before he slides his hand from your thighs to your clit, having one of your legs hanging on his shoulder.
You try to take in deep breaths as your eyes make contacts with his lust-filled ones. He tilts his head slightly with a naughty smirk.
"You can release one more, right darling? After all, you deserve this punishment."
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takami keigo (hawks) — If only you weren't slow.
Sweetheart, you knew that you could never outrun him—so, why did you still do it? You are one dumb girl with a mediocre quirk, but he still loves you. It's just that your stupid mind persuaded you to leave him. Says who? He gave you no order about that—in fact, you have no rights to step away. Once he laid his eyes on you, he knew that he had to fly and catch you.
"Ngh-ah! Fuck! K-Keigo!"
"That's it. Moan my name, sweetheart."
He grabbed your hips before pulling it to his hips with a tight grip, hitting your g-spot perfectly. You hiss at the sensation as you gently place your forehead on the wall, trying to catch your breath. Hawks continued to thrust in your pussy, but it wasn't the usual way he does. He never would have acted so rough to you if you hadn't tried to hide and run away from him.
It aches his heart to put you in this position, but you need to learn your lesson.
Pants and groans escaped his lips as he pushed you more to the wall, drunk in bliss. He snakes his arms around your chest, grabbing one of your tits to twist your nipples and waist to hold you—he wants to feel your skin. Only moans are emitted from you as you try to pull away from him while clawing his arms.
"Ah, ah, ah. Sweetheart, you'll only make it worse. Hah... s-shit. J-Just allow me–ngh–to fuck you like this," he pauses as he pulls his hips until his tip is in you before slamming it deeply to your cunt, you arch your back greatly as you moan—uttering curses beneath your breath. "You'll eventually like this..."
Yes, you will like this. He'll do anything to keep you and a good hard fuck may help him hinder your ability to walk and run.
Maybe, that is a good idea—it'll let him keep watch of you. The thought of that made him more aroused as he slowly quickened his pace. Yet, you were too fucked up in pleasure to notice the malicious intent your boyfriend had in mind.
But it's okay, as long as he has you—he'll do anything.
"Sweetheart, you know I am the only man for you, oh—ngh? Ah—fuck... hmm, right?"
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todoroki touya (dabi) — If only you were strong enough.
Dilly dally doll, such a beauty you are. Yet, you are such a fucking pain in the ass. You dare to escape from him—were you insane enough to consider that he'll never find you? Doll, you are wrong there. You have such a weak body with a weak quirk, he definitely doesn't want you to go to unknown places because he actually fucking cares about you. Maybe... there is another method to keep you by his side.
Deep grunts and vulgar words escaped the scarred lips of the villain as he gripped your plump sides, shooting thick ropes of white sticky liquid in your womb.
"Take it all like a good girl, doll. That's it." he licked his lips in satisfaction as he watched the erotic scene before him.
You look so pretty under him, just being a perfect cumdump for him. Although, he just hated your pettiness—who told you that you could leave him? Just because he accidentally put on a show of his ruthless killings of heroes in front of you, you had the nerve to escape. He is just doing his job, it's not really a big deal.
His eyes darken at the thought.
He pulled his dick out of your swollen pussy, letting the cum leak from your hole and giving a painful smack on your ass. A smirk forms on his face as he slides the leak sensually back into your hole, "That's the right place. Keep it in, doll. I really don't want you to piss me off again after that silly little stunt you've pulled."
You yelp in pain when you feel a stinging heat place on your clit as you comply with his order, carrying your body in a doggy position.
A boost of confidence fires in Dabi's core as he looks at your pussy clenching to hold his essence in you. But his ego wasn't the only one that fired in you, his huge cock was standing up again. He contemplates methods
Maybe, there is a way to let you stay with him.
Before you even attempted to get up from your bruising position, your face was suddenly pushed on the bed mercilessly, your ass at a higher height with an inviting pussy, and you felt a prodding tip in your entrance as it was gone in.
A loud moan from you echoed the room smelled of sex and sweat as Dabi let out a hiss to your tightness even if your mixed essence with his served as a lube.
"Touya! Wait, I-I just came!" you exclaimed, turning your head to the side.
A deep chuckle emitted from his chest as he snapped his hips against yours. You felt a protruding bulge on your belly when he snapped, jerking your body in reaction. His eyes held a purpose behind those lust and temptation as he leaned down, marking you with hickeys.
"I need to make sure that my baby mama doesn't waste a drop of my cum. I am certain you'll be a great mama, doll."
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yanderenightmare · 4 months
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DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA MASTERLIST
Ranging from my top Dabi post to posts with notes above 1k.
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Mindbroken ! darling:
DARLING INITIATING SEX ♡4k
Cock descriptions:
COCK ♡3k
What BNHA ! yandere is the scariest:
SCARY YANDERE ♡3k
Imagines of what happens when the darling tries to deny the BNHA ! yanderes intimacy and sex:
DABI ♡2k
Prince ! Dabi x ward ! Hawks x maid ! darling:
PRINCE x MAID ♡2k
Yandere captor ! Dabi reacting to pregnant darling:
PREGNANT DARLINGS ♡2k
Dabi and darling's sexual role-play dynamic:
ROLE-PLAY DYNAMICS ♡1k
Yandere captor ! Dabi with a darling who enjoys being his darling:
DARLING ENJOYS BEING A DARLING ♡1k
Scummy ! Dabi and Shiggy fight over which hole is better:
WHICH HOLE IS BETTER ♡1k
Yandere captor ! Dabi x pet ! darling:
PET ! DARLING IN HEAT ♡1k
AFTERMATH OF PET ! DARLING IN HEAT ♡1k
BRATTY PET-DARLING ♡1k
Yandere captor ! Dabi x darling with early Stockholm syndrome:
EARLY STOCKHOLM SYNDROME ♡1k
Different BNHA ! poly ! relationships:
POLY ♡1k
Yandere captor ! Dabi's need for intimacy:
INTIMATE ACTIVITIES ♡1k
Dabi's type:
SUBMISSIVE DARLING ♡1k
Yandere captor ! Dabi x clumsy ! darling:
CLUMSY DARLING ♡1k
How yandere captor ! Dabi punishes his darling:
PUNISHMENTS ♡1k
Yandere captor Dabi with a depressive darling:
ANXIETY ♡1k
Yandere captor Dabi likes listening to music with his darling:
HOBBIES ♡1k
Yandere captor Dabi's sleeping habits:
SLEEPING HABITS ♡1k
Dabi tracks down his old childhood sweetheart:
NOSTALGIA ♡1k
BNHA genderbender:
FEM ♡1k
Dabi kidnaps you, and you slowly but surely deteriorate into Stockholm Syndrome:
PERFECT ♡1k
Poly ! Soldiers ! Hawks & Dabi knock on your door and expect to be fed:
THE QUARTERING ACT ♡1k
How Dabi became yandere for his darling:
YANDERE BEGINNINGS ♡1K
Dabi teaches you how to cum:
STRUGGLE ♡1k
Yandere captor Bakugou infantilizes darling:
DADDY'S BABY ♡1k
The Torodoki family makes use of their quirkless daughter - with friends:
FAMILY FUN ♡1k
What type of hybrid he is:
HYBRID ♡1k
Dabi has new cock-piercings he wants to try out:
ARMED AND READY ♡1k
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cheesus-doodles · 1 year
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Yandere Bestfriend Dabi HCs
this has been sitting in my drafts for two years now, please take this because Dabi needs more love on my dash ;-;
Previous BFF Dabi hcs
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sadistic and aloof Dabi may be in public as a villain, but all that simply melts away back into the Toya you knew as a kid
a bestfriend is a bestfriend after all, and he still has a role to play - if he didn't watch over you at all times, who knew what kind of trouble you would get yourself into?
someone that is very uncomfortable in his own skin, but you make that feeling go away whenever he's with you
Dabi claims not to trust anyone, especially not heroes or his family, but of course there's always an exception, and that exception is you
you knew Dabi was strong, a man with a very powerful quirk that he could wield and and an even stronger will, but you were never scared of him, just the leaping flames that sometimes surprise you
he was just another person, a human, a friend
starts crashing your house more and more often - Dabi definitely doesn't bother with building his visits up slowly
its more like one week he only comes once, and then the next week onwards he's there every spare minute he has
basically as good as moves in with you
of course you don't really mind much, Dabi is your bestfriend afterall, and you are very aware of his home situation
you aren't home that much anyway, having taken up a full time job to pay for your bills -living is costly, and you are no top hero, so wage is low
and if Dabi moves in with you, you joke that you might have to take a second job as well to pay for the both of you
this boy definitely contributes his fair share to the bills from whatever he draws from being a villain - doesn't want you working more than you should
the more you work, the less time he gets to spend with you after all
tried out stalking back when the two of you became friends but fell out of it as it was hard to follow you everywhere when he was just a kid, but now that he was a free man, the habit comes roaring back with a vengeance
surprisingly good at blending in with the crowd, Dabi follows you absolutely everywhere, taking note of where you go and who you interacted with
this boy is smart with a capital S, can work out your plans and intentions from just what you tell him and what he knows about you, but no doubt he still snoops in your diary and calendar and phone just to make sure his instincts are on point
anyone that is a threat to the relationship between the two of you gets eliminated in his next villain attack - Dabi is not above maiming innocent civilians to keep you by his side and as only his friend
needs your attention constantly on him to feel human, simply no one else's will do
have no qualms manipulating you and your emotions so that you felt that the world was turning against you, that no one cared about you except for him
gaslighting you about events that occured, telling you that your other friends and colleagues were just faking their concern for you
the more isolated you were, the better for him - you were much safer with him than anyone else after all
tried to turn up unexpected at your work, only for you to immediately jump on him, cover him up with your hoodies, and kick him out
honestly this baby boy didn't realize in that moment that he stands out even though he knows this very well at any other point in time
but he just wanted to surprise you at work and steal more of your time
so soft towards you that it was as if Dabi was a different person all together
not Dabi, the psycho mass murderer, not even Toya, the ambitious young Todoroki
it was just him, your bestfriend
woud go out of his way to get you whatever you wanted, or whatever he thought you wanted
complains that he doesn't like to live at base - villains have much poorer hygiene standards compared to you
but he just prefers your place and your free patching services compared to having to do it all himself if he lives at base
will try to convince you to leave your job - swears that he makes enough to pay your rent and all your living expenses, but you can see right through him and refuse
he might be sadistic and unhinged to everyone else, but your happiness is his happiness - and anyone that takes his happiness away will be eliminated
Dabi always thought that killing heroes and dragging his father's name through the mud was his life's goal, but he quickly realised how highly you ranked when you almost got caught up in a fight between the League and heroes
yes while he still wanted to dismantle the entire heroes' association, he didn't want to do it at your expense
scrambled to get you out of there in secret without exposing your existence to either side - Dabi doesn't know if he can stop himself if anything happens to you
the last thing he wanted was for any one to find out he had a bestfriend that he was soft for
acts very confident all the time, but this boy is anything but around you; the one thing that weights constantly on his mind is you leaving him in disgust
will never let you watch the news, goes to the extent of breaking your television and snatching your phone away from you if he sees the news starting to play any of his fights
easier to apologise to you and promise to replace your broken appliance than risk you seeing his completely unhinged side that had no issues killing civilians and high school students alike
even if you support him while he opposes the very concept of heroes, there was no doubt that was where you would draw the line
the thought of you trying to leave him pained his heart enough to promise himself that if you ever did, he would do anything to make you stay even if you hated him
he burn the soles of your feet, char your skin, take your sight from you, burn the whole world down
if he had you, he didn't need anything else
but for now, while you were still happy to host him in your house and hum while cooking your bestfriend a hot meal, Dabi was simply happy to be here
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ghostsy · 7 months
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Forever Hold Your Peace
WARNINGS: yandere, mentions of death, mentions of murder, non-consensual implications, implied kidnapping, hand kink if you squint
A/N: another quick short drabble, pls enjoy a deranged lil wedding crasher dabi.
read at your own discretion.
yandere ! DABI X READER
“Give me one good reason not to kill you.”
She’d never known blue to be such an angry color, but even glowing with barely contained rage, she couldn’t help but find his eyes beautiful. 
“I can’t.” 
It was growing all around them now, ice-colored fire licking at the tattered remains of her white dress. Still, she thought the heat was less threatening than warm. 
Her answer seemed to physically wound him, the soft tremble in his brow almost begging her to say something. Something to justify whatever confusing ugly thing he felt finally standing in front of her after all these years. Something that would let him sleep at night if he were to burn her bones to ash that moment, give into that cruel voice in his fractured mind demanding he destroy any and every memory that had ever made him feel something. 
“You broke your promise.”
“I wasn’t aware there were promises to keep with corpses.” There she was, that quick wit he remembered her for, loved her for, once upon a time. Even with his hand at her throat, even with the blood of the man she’d just sworn to love until death–another corpse, whose promise had quickly been fulfilled–even with his blood smeared across her cheek, she still stood tall, dignified.
“Is that what I am to you?” He breathed, thumb tracing the curve of her jaw, fingers flexing at the feel of her racing pulse under her neck, “A corpse?” It was a silly question; the patchwork wounds stapled to his rotting skin suggested he was anything but a real, living, man. If he thought about it, he really hadn’t been living for quite some time.
“No, I suppose not,” Her voice was shaky, and he couldn’t tell if the mascara-stained tears wetting her cheeks were for the mass of burning bodies behind them or for him, “More of a ghost.”
The corner of his lips quirked up, huffing a short, bitter laugh, “A ghost,” He pondered for a moment, “I like it,” His other hand made its way up from her hip, brushing at the underside of her clothed breasts, “Here I am haunting you, after all.”
“I think,” Her hands balled into fists, but he made note as they stayed trembling at her sides, “That you’re here haunting us both.”
“I guess you’re right,” His eyes fell to scan her singed gown, “In another life,” Ignoring the clenching of her jaw, he continued, “You’d have worn that dress for me.”
She swallowed, “In another life,” Her eyes left his now, sweeping the mutilated remains littering the pews, “You’d have loved me enough.”
All of a sudden he tore himself from her as if she’d burned him, “Loved you enough?” An incredulous laugh as his arm stretched out to the scene behind them, “What the fuck is all this if it isn’t enough?” 
“It’s really so devastating,” She sighed out a name that was once his, and he was surprised at the weight one word could leave on his heart, “That you would consider this love.” But his anger had returned full force, and he thought maybe now he’d be able to kill her.
“Did you love him?” 
Here it was, the answer that would seal her fate. He could do it if she said what he knew she’d say. He would do it.
“No,” His heart skipped a beat, “I do love him.” And all at once, the mangled coal in his chest crumbled to ash. Do it. You said you’d do it. Do it, you fucking coward.
No, he needed more. His fingers twitched at his sides, sparks of blue igniting and snuffing out in nervous repetition. Just one more thing, and he could do it. 
“You can’t keep a promise to a corpse,” He spat, “But you can love one?” He stepped closer to her, glowing eyes narrowed, staring down at her.
“Not any more or less than one can love a ghost, I’d imagine.”
His hands flew back to her throat, and he wrenched her face up to meet his, “And do you?” His voice fell to a raspy whisper, and he couldn’t tell if it was out of fury or desperation, “Love a ghost?”
“I don’t want to,” And again more tears welled and fell, “I really didn’t want to.”
“That’s not what I asked.” His words were shaking with anticipation, fingers trembling as they cradled her cheeks.
“Does it matter?” She sniffed, eyes flickering to the carnage, “I shouldn’t. Especially now, I shouldn’t,” There was a wrinkle in her brow that betrayed her self-disgust, “I never should have.”
He swallowed, gaze catching on her lips, “But you do.” He’d meant it to come out as a question, but there was a sort of finality in his words. She makes you weak. Kill her. Do it. Now. Do it now. Shut up.
She tried to pull away from him, but he held her face firmly, “No matter where I go,” The turn of her voice was bitter, “You haunt me.”
A soft, manic laugh, “I think,” He leaned down, lips brushing hers, “We’ve both been haunting each other.” And after a month-long moment he surged forward, crashing his mouth against her own, tongue swallowing the strangled yelp that died in her throat.
He stepped forward as she stumbled back from the force, and her fingers flew to grip at his wrists in an attempt to stabilize herself, nails digging into the ruined skin. His leg steadied between both of hers, the bones in his patchwork hands straining as they pulled her into him, as if he were trying to make her body melt into his; make him whole.
Finally she ripped herself from him, stumbling, and wiped furiously at her lips, “I don’t want you,” Her voice was hoarse as she caught her breath, “Nothing else matters, because I don’t want you.”
It was like someone had poured ice water in his veins, and he’d come to the terrifying conclusion that it didn’t matter what she said or did; she could tell him she wanted him dead, and he’d still find an excuse to keep her here with him. 
“I don’t care,” A breathless confession.
After years without, he hadn’t realized just how starved the idea of letting her go would make him feel. He intended for his flames to swallow her whole when he'd found her again, but there was an entirely more appetizing option. He’d starved himself long enough.
The tapestries along the walls had caught fire, and the light shone through the stained glass windows, casting a blue tint across her skin. Like it was marking her as his. His hand shot out to wrap around her wrist when she tried to turn away, and he yanked her back to him.
“Nothing else matters, because I don’t care.”
She tried and failed to pull her arm from his bruising grip, feet sliding as she used her full weight, “Kill me, then,” She choked on a sob, “Why don’t you just kill me, then?”
He stared at her a long moment as she struggled, streaks of ruined makeup painting her cheeks, that once angel-white gown stained black with ash, a gloss in her eyes he could only describe as heartbreak, and he couldn’t help but think that she’d never looked so beautiful.
“I can’t.”
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dabislittlemouse · 1 year
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Dabi killing for me is the hottest most romantic thing ever ngl
God please-the way I’d marry him if he killed someone for me. Literally. The hottest thing somebody could do for me fr. But I’d still marry him either way.
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Psycho yandere!Dabi +18
Dabi would do anything for you if you are his special person
There’s this girl who made you angry at work/school? Don’t worry, you won’t see her the next day. Or the other days. Never again.
Your boss/manager has been stressing you out, making you work under pressure? They’ll either go missing or your whole workplace will shut down because their corpse was found all burnt in their office.
Exams been stressing you out? Teachers who demand a lot from you? Your whole school will get burned down, too bad if anyone gets caught up in that mess.
If you dare tell Dabi that you have male friends at school/ male colleagues at work, the man will stalk you. Every. Day. He’ll pay attention to the way they talk to you, the way they look at you, a sadistic smile plastered on his face as his hands are itching to kill. Nobody other than him dares look at his girl, let alone talk or try to get close. If they dare touch you? Even just as slightly as tapping your shoulder or grabbing your hand? Oh, he’ll get each one of them alright, torture them slowly, putting them in agony until they are begging him to get killed. Maybe he’ll let one of them live, and smirk at the way the guy tries his best to avoid you the next day, not daring to even look on your way anymore.
The world is full of living walking trash, you’re a rare precious gem he has found and he’ll make sure to not let any of them defile you, he’ll keep you under his radar, not letting you leave his sight for once, because you’re his.
Overall you’ll be more than safe with your boyfriend around <3
“Safe how Dabi? Sadly we can’t be together all the time..”
“Don’t worry your little head about it, doll”
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artemis32 · 2 years
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Transilience
Yandere Todoroki family x reader
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@i-cant-sing​ originally came up with the yandere todoroki family idea - this is loosely based off of Snow’s idea :)) I’ll link her masterlist here
Please note that this is a little bit darker than what I usually write - if you’re sensitive to any of the topics listed below, please do not read this
word count - 4.6k
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tw - abuse, violence, slight mentions of drugging, stalking, child neglect?? (broader warnings in the tags - yandere-ness will start in part 2)
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part II
bnha masterlist
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The Todoroki family were an odd bunch, that much was clear. 
Something about them, about the way they acted - both around one another, and around others - was so glaringly different. Of course, no one was stupid enough to pry into the private lives of the family of a hero as powerful as Endeavor.
Not that he was the only one worthy of a careful amount of caution - all of them were fairly powerful in their own right.
And their private familial situation remained exactly that - private.
No one knew what exactly happened behind closed doors, and everyone preferred it that way. It was best to let sleeping dogs lie. 
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Enji and Rei Todoroki weren’t always so dysfunctional.
There was a time, just before Natsu was born, where they were happy with life - or, as happy as they could have been in a marriage such as theirs.
Touya and Fuyumi never knew the specifics as children, but after Natsuo was born, Toya specifically learnt exactly why they had been born. 
And really, what good were they if they couldn’t fulfill the one purpose they were meant to?
Fuyumi and Natsuo inherited their mother’s quirk, and they had no problems controlling it, but they weren’t what they should have been. They had no extraordinary abilities, no incredible control of their quirks beyond what anyone else could have achieved.
Touya himself could have been perceived as an even greater disappointment. While he had managed to inherit his father’s quirk, it didn’t mean much. He fell short in more ways than one, that much he knew. What use was a quirk like his if he only ended up hurting himself? No amount of precision and control could help him meet his father’s expectations.
Things were awkward, tense in their home for the longest time. Until their parents announced that they would be having a baby. A last ditch attempt to salvage their quickly crumbling family.
Only, the bland, quiet life they had been living quickly changed when they received some startling news. Good news, is what Rei insisted anytime one of her three children would bring it up.
It was discovered, somewhat late in the pregnancy, that Rei Todoroki was expecting twins. This had to be good news, surely? The supposed last ditch attempt was growing more plausible with every passing moment.
Their father became softer, somehow. He looked at his wife with loving eyes, spoke to her with soft words and gentle smiles. The change was almost disturbing. Rei took it in stride, and it seemed as though she had more life in her than she had even before she’d gotten married.
Touya didn’t hope for much, but he prayed, deep down, to whichever deity may be listening, that this miraculous change would stick.
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The twins, as they had been referred to throughout the pregnancy, were born in winter. 
Snow blanketed everything in sight, and the world looked peaceful and undisturbed, almost as though this was a moment stuck in time. 
The three Todoroki children were made to stay outside in the waiting room, but the snow covered landscape just beyond the window was too enticing to just look at.
They bundled up and snuck outside, laughing and squealing in the snow.
Hours later, after their faces turned pink and their hands went numb, they returned to the beige waiting room. 
As soon as they sat down, a nurse in a stark white coat opened the door and made her way to them. She’d crouched down before them and invited them to meet their new siblings.
They’d said yes, obviously, and bounced eagerly towards their mother’s bedside, standing on tiptoes to catch the smallest glimpse of the twins.
Rei gave them a tired smile and beckoned them onto her bed, and they scrambled up without waiting another moment.
Touya, in that moment, believed in love at first sight. Not the cliché type Fuyumi spoke about, not what you might read in a book or a manga, or see in a cheesy romance movie. 
No, in that moment, Touya felt burning love, the urge to protect, to shield and care for his newest siblings. 
Protect from what? Nightmares, maybe. Or bullies and older children. From their father. From mean teachers, from crushes and fantasy worlds, from anything that meant to do them harm.
He’d felt this urge before, albeit not as intensely, when Fuyumi and Natsuo were born. But now, staring down as the tiny fists grasping one another as the two of you held each other close, he promised himself that he would protect you. This time, he would not fail as he had before.
Natsuo and Fuyumi, huddled beside him on the mattress, had similar thoughts in that moment.
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Shoto got his quirk when he was four years old.
It was something of a miracle in your father’s eyes, as if his wish had finally come true after all these years. 
He’d been blessed with a child who had two quirks - quirks which perfectly complemented each other. 
After that, you didn’t see Shoto as often. 
For days, weeks, months, years, you’d waited. Patiently, like your mother and brothers and sister told you to, you waited. Only, no amount of waiting would change you fate.
You were quirkless.
The universe had a strange sense of humour, that much you were certain of.
Years of waiting and hoping, and your father had eventually gotten his golden child, one with two perfect quirks. Only, everything came at a price. And the price for his victory was you. 
You barely looked like your siblings, and you had no quirk, nothing that announced to the world that you were in fact a Todoroki. It didn’t affect you much, not until you were old enough to join school, to see how people fawned over your brother, and how they looked at you with such distain.
A year after Shoto got his quirk, Touya died.
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At ten years old, you accepted that you would never have a quirk. 
You also accepted the fact that your family, along with the rest of the world, liked your brother a lot more than they liked you.
That was actually something that you understood. Of course people would like Shoto - he was so perfect. Handsome, intelligent, physically perfect, and he had an incredible quirk. You understood that people would like him more than you.
On him, the quiet, critical attitude was seen as mysterious and cool. On you, it seemed like you were just a bitch, one that thought she was so much better than everyone else even though she didn’t have a quirk. You knew that that was what people said about you behind your back. You didn’t have the will to correct them.
You understood why people liked Shoto more than you.
What you didn’t understand is why you didn’t have a quirk.
You understood the science behind it, the genetic reasoning. You’d seen your fair share of doctors, each of them saying the same thing.
“It’s not uncommon for quirks to be unbalanced in twins - either they spilt a quirk exactly, or one gets everything, and the other gets nothing.”
A dumbed down version, said simply enough for five year old to understand.
Over the years, you learnt the specifics of it, but that didn’t change the outcome.
You were quirkless. 
You were quirkless and Shoto wasn’t.
You were quirkless because Shoto wasn't.
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Shoto joined UA at fifteen years old.
You tried to seem happy for him - not that he cared all that much about what you thought.
But no matter how much you smiled and congratulated him, it still stung.
Shoto was moving on with his life, improving in areas you would never be able to even imagine. 
Fuyumi and Natsuo were proud of him, they’d made that abundantly clear. They’d had a celebratory dinner, all of Shoto’s favourite food’s covering the table. They’d gotten him small gifts as well, clothing, books, small trinkets that seemed to hold some significant meaning - a meaning you couldn’t understand.
Your father, stoic as he was, had a small smile on his face, so obviously proud even though it was expected of the golden child to attend UA. You weren’t sure what your mother’s reaction was when she found out. You weren't allowed to see her.
Not wanting to be around their unnecessary cheer, you left quietly, ducking out the doorway before anyone noticed - not that they would. 
Sometimes you wondered what might have become of your life if things had been different.
If you had been the one to get a quirk and Shoto was the unlucky one. If the two of you had shared the quirk equally, like you’d begged and prayed for years. 
If Touya hadn’t died. He had been kind to you, regardless of your lack of quirk, regardless of your otherwise off putting personality.
You wondered what would have happened, had your mother not blamed her mental break on you. Maybe your siblings would be able to tolerate you. Maybe your father would give you a moment of attention.
Wondering never did much, but living in a fantasy land of what might have been was better than living in the dreary reality of what actually was.
And much like the past of what might have been, you would spend the next few years thinking about what might have been if you hadn’t left home that night, if you’d chosen to accept the cold shoulders and awkward silences, rather than choosing to escape for a few minutes.
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On your twelfth birthday, you hadn’t received a birthday gift.
Not surprising, considering you hadn’t gotten so much as a “happy birthday” in six years at that point, but for some reason, it hurt more on that year than it ever had in the past.
You’d spent the day away from home.
Throughout your little adventure, you explored the areas surrounding your home, and places further than that. You had seen more in those few hours than you had in your entire life, and it had been fun.
The highlight of your day, of the places you’d seen, had to be the large park you’d found near the end of the day.
Really, it could be described more as a forest than a park, but it had been filled with greenery - trees, grass, ponds and flowers. So many flowers.
By the time you’d returned home, it had been close to midnight. There were no comments or questions about where you had been. You didn’t tell anyone.
When things got too difficult, too overwhelming, too much; you went back there. It felt as though it was your own slice of heaven, tucked away for you and only you, stuck in time. 
You went there whenever Shoto, Natsuo or Fuyumi went to visit your mother. Sometimes you’d fall asleep there too, in no rush to return home.
Regardless of how often you went there, it remained your safe space - somewhere only you went, a place only you knew about.
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The sun had long since set, but still you remained seated on the comfortable patch of grass you’d found in your forest.
Time passed differently when you were here, and you got distracted easily.
You had managed to grab your bag right before you’d snuck out. Well, walked out. No one would say anything if they saw you leave. 
Regardless, you were grateful that you’d had the forethought to grab your bag. It meant you had something to pass the time with, to help distract yourself.
Currently, you were studying the thick textbook you’d bought about a month prior. Working your way through it was a slow-going process, but you wanted to make sure you didn’t miss anything, so you’d taken to reading through it with a critical eye.
You only went through it when you were alone. If your father were to catch wind of what you were researching, he might burn the book to ashes. Or worse, hit you like he had in the past. 
One thing you’d learnt over the years was that your father had a hairpin trigger when it came to his patience, especially for you. 
And if he discovered that you were researching quirks of all things? 
You were sure you’d end up with more than a few scrapes and bruises.
Years prior, you’d taken a interest in the origins of quirks, and your father had nearly burst a blood vessel when he found out. Why he’d gotten so upset, you would never understand. You didn’t really care either way.
The newest textbook you’d gotten your hands on was about quirks and trauma, something you’d never considered. It was an interesting concept, one that hadn’t really been tested out yet.
Much like a dormant genetic disorder, it is theoriesed that in the case of the quirkless individual (subject A), a stressor or trauma is required to activate the quirk gene. 
In the case of a physical stressor, extreme pain registers in the parietal lobe. It has been observed that subject A responds differently to pain than subject B (the individual with one or more quirks).
In the case of a mental stressor, shock, of whichever degree, registers in the amygdala. It has been observed that subject A responds differently to shock than subject B.
It can be deduced that an extreme of both or either stressor is needed to activate the dormant quirk gene in quirkless individuals.
NOTE: Further testing is required.
The lack of light finally began taking a strain on your eyes, so you decided to pack up and head home for the night.
Stretching your arms high above your head, your joints popped. Hours of sitting in the same position did not do your back any favours.
Slinging the bag over your shoulder, you were about to leave when you heard a crack behind you, like someone had snapped a pencil.
You stopped and looked around, then down at the floor, thinking - somewhat foolishly, in hindsight - that you’d left a pencil on the ground and stepped on it while you walked away.
Distracted with your search for the nonexistent pencil, you’re caught by surprise when your feet are knocked out from under you. You hit the ground awkwardly, your bodyweight slamming onto your shoulder as the breath was knocked from your lungs.
You lay there for a long moment, gasping in half breaths, trying to shake off the confusion in your mind.
Sitting up is painful, it sends wave after wave of rolling agony through your shoulder, down your arm, and it settles in your fingertips, which quickly turn tingly and numb. 
You taste blood. 
Prodding at your lip with your tongue, you find that it’s split and leaking blood. You have a small scrape on your forehead, one barely worth noting.
Shaking your head slightly, you stand and glance around, looking for whatever had knocked you clean off your feet.
The small clearing was as empty as it had been when you’d first arrived, hours ago. There wasn’t so much as a bird flying around. 
You were alone.
You were alone, until you weren’t.
A whistling sound towards your right catches your attention. You turn your head, intent on giving whoever was tormenting you an earful, when you’re blinded.
Light brighter than what could be generated by a torch fills your vision. You’re stunned, standing in slight shock, too afraid to move even one step without your sight.
The choice of whether to move or not is made for you as something heavy and hard hits you in the stomach.
You fold like a house of cards, dropping to the ground.
There’s a ringing sound now.
You’re disoriented, unable to see, nearly unable to hear. 
You can still feel though. And there’s a small pinprick, barely enough to register the pain. 
You black out before you can tell what happens next.
****
You’ve always hated hospitals.
When your mother had first been admitted to Fujiya Hospital, you’d visit her alongside your siblings. 
Back then, you hadn’t realised how much she hated you. You hadn’t realised that she blamed you for everything falling apart. The rest of your family soon felt similarly about you, or so you thought.
You used to patiently wait your turn to speak to your mother, standing straight and still just as you were taught. First was Fuyumi, telling your mother about her day, any noteworthy events. Next was Natsuo - he’d rarely tell her about his day. Instead, he’d ask about her condition, how she felt. Shoto always got to talk to her before you because he was older, a childish jibe he pulled whenever he wanted something you had.
Your mother would always be in a sour mood by the time you got to speak to her, eagerly talking about anything and everything, stumbling over your words in your haste. She never seemed to pay attention, always looking away from you, at a wall, or out a window, far into the distance. You’d always told yourself that she was tired, that since she spoke to all three your siblings before you, what you had to say wasn’t as exciting.
One day, nearly year and a half after she’d been admitted, your mother snapped. 
She told you exactly what she thought of you. Exactly how much she hated you.
Ungrateful brat. Bastard child. Worthless. Unlovable wench.
You had been too shocked to cry. Too shocked to do much of anything for a few days after that. There had been an incessant ringing in your ears in that moment, so you missed a lot of what she had said, but you’d heard a lot more than any child should ever have to in the few short moments before Natsuo had dragged you away.
While it was true that you’d never looked much like anyone in your family, you were indeed related to them. Enji didn’t seem to believe that for a while after you were born, and he’d argued with Rei a lot because of it. 
A few tests later, and he begrudgingly accepted that you were just different.
His tolerance for you dropped immensely when Shoto developed his quirk, and you proved to be an even greater disappointment.
Rei doted on Shoto, “protecting” him from your father. She grew frustrated with everything, and she took those frustrations out on you.
For most of your childhood, you had blocked out the way your parents had treated you. Enji’s treatment of you may have been bad throughout the years - he’d ignore you, occasionally slapping you around if you had particularly annoyed him. But Rei? She was the dark, foul creature that filled your nightmares.
Her words stung more than her rejection at times, and that day at the hospital had taken the cake. But the way she smacked you upside the head or across the face made Enji look like a gentle giant. She had no qualms about throwing random objects at you, whatever was within reach. No matter how much you wanted to believe the best of her, your mother hated you. 
You were sure she would kill you if she could.
The worst of everything she’d done to you over the years had to have been the fact that she blamed everything bad in her life on you. 
Oh, a glass broke in the kitchen? Your fault. Natsuo did badly at school? Your fault. Enji slapped her for interferring with Shoto’s training? Your fault. 
Touya’s death?
Your fault.
Shoto’s accident?
Your fault.
Your own mother being locked up in a hospital like a crazy person?
Your fault.
Your fault.
It was all your fault. Everything was your fault.
****
When you were eight years old, you had been knocked by a car.
It hadn’t been your fault. 
It wasn’t your fault.
You had been crossing the road, on the way home after school.
Shoto had been walking ahead of you, and you were running to catch up to him, eager to talk to him while you had the chance. He was your brother but you rarely got to see him - while he was busy training with your father, you were expected to cook and clean. “Pulling your weight” is what your father told you. You had to be of some use to them.
You had made sure that the road was clear when you crossed. 
There hadn’t been any cars, you were certain of it.
Only, you had made it a whole four steps into the street before you were knocked clean off your feet, rolling, skidding a few feet away. 
The person who knocked you had left immediately, and the police had never managed to catch them. Not that it mattered all that much.
You spent two months in hospital. 
A severe concussion, four broken ribs, a broken collarbone, fractured wrist, slight brain swelling, and some internal bleeding.
Those months you spent in the hospital were pure torture. No one came to visit you - at least, not while you were awake. You’d find clothes, food, and occasionally books whenever you woke up from a drug induced sleep, but no one ever came to see you while you were awake.
The nurses and doctors didn’t speak to you either, other than to ask how you felt. They barely even looked you in the eye.
You returned to an empty home two months later, everyone going about their lives as if you barely existed.
You weren’t allowed to walk to school again after that.
****
You’ve always hated hospitals.
Which is why you were so unhappy to wake up in one again.
One thing was certain though. Waking up wasn't like it was in the movies. You didn't smell bleach or disinfectant, you didn't hear a steady beeping or feel anything noteworthy. In fact, you barely registered that you were awake at all for a good ten minutes.
It was only when you sensed a slight shift to your left that you realised that you weren't unconscious, you weren't floating through dark, endless, nothingness.
You still couldn't hear anything.
In fact, it seemed as though all of your senses were dulled. Blunt.
Recalling what had happened right before you lost consciousness, you felt frozen in place, hardly daring to breathe too loudly.
You spent a while like that, barely moving, barely breathing, in a state of near panic. It all came to a head the moment you felt a gentle hand lay itself on your arm, and a muffled noise, as if someone was trying to talk to you.
As if the person trying to talk to you could read your mind, they held you down the moment you tried to jump up and run. Not that you would’ve gotten very far, you realise a moment later when you open your eyes and see the room full of nurses before you.
The person holding you down, Natsuo, looks at you with alarming concern, eyebrows drawn together, his mouth pinched into a tight line. You’ve never seen him look so worried.
“Hey, calm down. Calm down. You’re fine, deep breaths.”
He says it as a command, not a gentle suggestion. 
You nod, still dazed and confused, but you do as he says. Taking the opportunity, you look around the room.
It’s more spacious than you had originally thought. The bed you’re laying in feels small and out of place in the stark white room. Large floor to ceiling windows cover one wall of the room, making the space look even brighter than normal. 
The light makes your head throb, and you close your eyes as you lean back. 
Someone had fluffed the pillows for you. It bothered you that you hadn’t noticed someone get that close to you.
Once your head stopped pulsing to an irregular beat, you open your eyes again, deciding it was wiser to stay laying down.
Natsuo was still talking.
The nurses had left the room.
“Natsuo.” You interrupted him.
You rarely interrupted anyone in your family. Your father in particular had made it abundantly clear that he would smack you into next week if you ever decided to speak over him. Naturally, you’d decided to not interrupt anyone in your family. You never knew when one of your siblings might let something slip to your father. 
But you felt as if you’d earned the right to interrupt someone, just this once.
Your brother looked up at you and hummed, prompting you to talk.
“What’s going on? The last thing I remember, I was about to head home, and then...”
You stopped. You had no idea how much he knew about your park, and you weren’t about to hand him that information on a silver platter. Besides, he seemed to have understood the gist of your question anyway.
“I was just getting to that. Here, drink this.”
He handed you a clear plastic cup. You sniffed it. Water.
You took a sip and looked at him expectantly. Waiting.
“Like I was saying, you were gone for a few days. Fuyumi wouldn’t sleep, and dad was getting a search party together and everything to go and look for you. Of course, Shoto was at school, and Fuyumi didn’t want to worry him, so no one told him you were missing.”
You scrunched your eyebrows together at that. You’d been missing for days? How long had you been unconscious for? And your family had actually been concerned? Your father had been putting together a search party?
Sliding your hand up your arm, you pinched yourself until you drew blood. 
Huh. Not a dream then.
Natsuo continued on, oblivious to your internal turmoil.
“They found you behind some old warehouse in the business district, in an alleyway of all places. I thought you’d be half beat to death with how panicked dad sounded, but you were completely fine. There was nothing wrong with you - there is nothing wrong with you. But you’ve been unconscious for a week-”
“How long has it been exactly?” 
You interrupted him again.
“What?”
“How long has it been since I first went missing?”
He shook his head slightly, looking out the window for a long moment, then back to you.
“Nearly four weeks.”
You balked at his words.
Four weeks. 
You were unconscious for a month .
What on earth had happened. Why couldn’t you remember anything.
“Calm down. You-” 
Natsuo sighed deeply, taking a deep breath, steeling himself.
“You need to calm down. Things are not the same as they used to be - you've changed, so you need to learn how to control yourself. I don’t know how, it should be impossible.”
You were shaking now.
“Natsuo? Please, you’re scaring me.”
He did something then that shocked you.
Your brother hugged you. For the first time in ten years, your brother pulled you close and hugged you, squeezing you tightly to his chest.
He spoke then, mumbling the words into your hair as he pushed your face into his chest.
As if - if he said the words softly, calmly, they would shock you any less.
“We were running tests, a routine check up and... Well, your results weren't the same as they had been before - before you disappeared that is."
He paused.
"I can't word it any other way - you have a quirk."
That should have scarred you.
It did scare you.
You didn’t even realise you were crying until he started gently rocking you back and forth, muttering reassurances into your ear.
But amidst your fear and uncertainty, you were happy.
Beneath the tears, you were smiling.
You had a quirk.
You had a quirk.
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Re-Fucking-Venge
﹂ Yandere!Dabi x Nurse!Reader ‘Come dance with me in hell, won’t you, Father?’ And boy did Dabi fucking mean it. Poor little you to have been his next ledge to mindfuck his father to shards. 
﹂Genre: angst, toxic relationship, slow burn, 18+
﹂ Warnings: AFAB, female pronouns, Kidnapping, non-sexual hair pulling, paralysis, angst, drugging, profanity, descriptions of panic attacks, violence, slight horror, insults, broken family dynamic (both Dabi [duh] and reader's),
﹂ WC: 6.67k
﹂ From Redact: this will be continued! My motivation sucks so I'll try to promise a regular schedule.. I first posted this story at 2k words, then kept editing back to get it up to 6.67k, so I'm reposting it to let the people see the final copy incase yk. If you wanna be on a taglist tell me !!! I'd love to have one
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Honestly, everything's turned into a fucking mess.
After the absolute devastation of Dabi’s theatrical exposing of Endeavour, your workplace was swarmed by furious citizens and questioning paparazzi. They were angry. So fucking angry. Angry for the fact that Endeavour had such cruel impositions on his children, angry that his actions caused the root of such a murderous villain, and angry at the fall of heroes being ironically unheroic. Day or night, their anger wouldn’t stop. The continuous flashing lights of cameras, the synchronized yelling, and the fists that shook in the air. With the mantra of harassment towards your hospital, one would think you’re caring for number one himself—the one Dabi framed as the center point for his villainous roots, the one who did most of the hurting. But, no. You weren’t caring for Endeavour. You were the main nurse for his wife, Rei. And that's what truly ticked your soul.
It absolutely baffled you. Why were such a mantra of citizens harassing a regular person? Can’t they properly think that if Dabi’s speech pointed at Endeavour, it’s mainly Endeavour’s doing? Article after article, you started to understand that many hard-luck Endeavour fans were convinced that the abuse Dabi had forsaken was all Rei’s fault.
‘She’s manipulative.’
‘What a fucking gold digger.’
‘No wonder Endeavour had to take out his anger on his children.’
Yet who was the one in psychiatric care? Are these people truly blind to the obvious victim here? It made your blood boil.
You kept Rei under your loving care for years. As someone who had their own fucked up family situation, you felt for her since her admission oh so many years ago. You knew who she truly was, and so, it made you enraged that these strangers yelled at her as though they’d known her all their ignorant lives. As if they had the entire situation figured out when even Endeavour had his own twisted narration of what happened. People believe what they want to believe, and you began to understand that. People protect what and who they wish to protect. It did not matter how morphed and wicked the twists on their perceptions may be—as long as they can justify themselves. As long as they can justify the wrong.
And so, here, Rei was not the object of the crowd’s protection. She was the embodiment of their malformed justifications. The receiver of their hatred, the one to hear the garbage and clunk of cans thrown against her window.
It’s during a time like this that you’re truly brought back. Brought back to the Rei who first arrived. The Rei who was constantly in a fight or flight response. For the first few weeks of her stay, she wore a horrid expression of absolute dread. Her eyes truly had no spark, and her body felt empty of any soul. She always looked down, her chin tucked near her chest as she zoned out into a singular corner of her room. Many of the doctors and nurses complained to the head, saying she was too much for our hospital to handle. Whenever someone merely grazed her arm while cleaning her room, she would scream out in horror—thrashing about as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. Thus, when nurse after nurse had quit being her caretaker, finally you came up to the chopping block, and you had heard a lot about her. Of course, none of which was positive.
‘She’s fucking insane.’
‘That woman makes me want to quit.’
‘Thank god I got switched out.’
‘Goodluck, Y/N, you’ll need it.’
When you first saw her, the barrier you had about yourself slipped. No, you didn’t see a manic woman, nor did you see some form of a psycho. What you saw, mesmerized you. You were entranced. She was truly beautiful. Her white hair gently framed her face, while the sunlight in her room had a cold, blue hue, that you didn’t feel was present anywhere else in the hospital. She had the aura of an apathetic beauty, a flower that was plucked - for even wilting roses had their charm. Her eyes, though, those wonderful eyes. You could tell her deep irises once held the spark of happiness, the spark of hope and care. Yet now, her eyelids hung low, dark circles beneath her lids dragging her visage lower, and her posture as an enervated slouch. It was in that moment when you first laid eyes on her did you truly see who was deep inside the shell of her abused being. She brought you back, brought you back to who you easily could have become—shown you who you would’ve been had you not fought tooth and nail against your resolves. And so, determination flared inside of you. You will help her. You will bring back her spark. No one should fight so alone against something a crowd can’t handle. Thus, even if you’re the only one by her side, you will still be there.
It had taken a couple of months for you to barely disarm her violently defensive walls, but you managed. You always knocked on her door before entering, peering through before stepping into the room. You set up a small stool by her bedside, and every time you came to her you would sit down before getting to your medicinal caretaking. You’d smile, greet her warmly, and tell her silly stories about your day. Tales of the warm old man across the hall, of those pesky UA kids that couldn’t help but fight a little too hard for others. You would go into detail after detail, eyes dancing across the empty walls as you lightly laughed at the memories or clicked your tongue at some of the peskier ones. Although she never responded, you made sure to speak to her every single time.
Furthermore, you were careful, you truly wanted the best for your patients, and she is no different. You were careful when you delicately held the flowers’ stems as you poured in fresh water. You were careful when you gently told her everything you would care for before doing it. ‘I’ll be checking your heart rate, is that okay?’ You’d smile, not even grazing her arm before a sign of confirmation. And it was these careful things you did for Rei that truly made her love you too. Soon, she began to speak. Her voice was delicate and raspy, as she hadn’t used her vocals in such a long time. But still, you smiled at her. Tears welling in the corners of your eyes as you listened to her very first request for a glass of water. Progress is progress. And you were determined to continue it.
From her vaguely written patient file, you had an idea that her husband was the main factor in her descent into your care. But, you were horrified once Rei trusted you enough to spill her heart's deepest sorrows—all caused by her husband. She cried, and oh how her tears fell so quietly it shattered a piece of you that you didn’t know was there. After she began giving you one-worded answers, to replying in whole sentences, her walls soon came down and a woman desperate for help and comfort revealed herself. It broke your heart remembering the number of overtime shifts you’ve spent merely hugging her while she gripped your scrubs. Her arms desperately clinging to you for any minuscule support, her body trembling in the fear that you’ll give up and leave her just as the other nurses did. Those silent tears fell, her muffled cries making you wish you could take away her pain if only for a minute. Every night, that was the scene between you two. And every night, flashbacks of her husband’s cruel words yelled at her from the silence only she could hear. Not only as a nurse, but as a human being, you truly cared. And Rei could feel that sincerity, thus, you two grew close.
Even after Rei exponentially improved, you still tried your best to give her some kind of comfort she could cling to in the emptiness of the hospital’s blank walls. You were so proud of her. She came so, so far in her healing process. And your soul smiled at the thought of her gentle nod whenever you entered her room—she had the misfortune of a hundred lives, and didn’t deserve a single crumb more of difficulties.
So why did fate have the tv running that day?
You ran to her room, the blaring of her EKG racing your mind with worry. It had been long, too long, since her heart raced so. You had gotten used to her health, to her improved state, so how the hell did this happen? When you burst through the door, Rei was slumped on the ground with her hand clawing into her chest as she hyperventilated, her eyes wildly ajarred as her gaze stuck to the screen with tears swelling the corner of her ducts as her lips fell apart in these broken attempts of communication.
'-was born as the eldest son of Endeavour.'
‘Rei! Breathe, breathe, I’m right here for you. Please, what happened?’ You held her comfortingly, rubbing your palm in circular motions upon her back. God, how did this happen? Sorrow wretched your soul when she began to cry harder, frantically looking from the floor before her and the screen upon the tv. She shoved you away with as much force her could muster, you stumbled slightly back, in absolute shock. It had been a while since Rei had a any miniuscle of violence in her outbursts—let alone having an outburst in the first place, and it broke your heart to wonder why it was happening. You could tell her conciousness was slipping from the rapid breaths she choked to take, how her movements became more sluggish. She began to scream, her hands tangling into the hair on the side of her head as she knelt with her face to her knees. You reached into a nearby cabinet, taking a deep breath as you thrashed around the contents until your fingers wrapped about a minor sedative. It pained you, you haven’t had to go to such measures in so long. Your hand firmly on her shoulder, you told her everything was going to be alright before injecting the sedative and keeping your comforting words. 
'I was created for my father's selfish dream.'
‘It’s okay, I’m right here. Don’t worry about a thing, Rei.’ You spoke gently, and her eyelids began weighing down to shut, before she looked deep into your eyes and whispered: ‘T-tell him I’m sorry.’ Your eyes followed her as she tried to look towards the tv. Upon the screen, a man was sitting upon a vintage couch. Throughout his body, horrid patches of purple plastered his skin, barely holding onto his stature with the use of staples, you could see the dip in his surviving skin and the bruised purple from the awful staple job on his body. It looked so painful your skin tingled in discomfort. With such a blatantly iconic look, how could you not recognize the man himself? Dabi. His hair was a messy black, his chin picked up toward the camera, and a darkened gaze of determination and resentment filled his eyes—a stare that would pierce the soul of any viewer.
'-my father would force my mother to give birth to more off-spring.'
How long had his voice been playing in the background? You stared, stared at the TV. You listened, listened to Dabi apathetically recall every horrifying detail Endeavour put his pitiful children through. The same details that had you shaken to insomnia at night when you first heard it through Rei's exasperated cries during her mental break downs. It was awful, Endeavour's actions were horrid. The neglect, the abuse, his cold demeanour, hearing both Rei and now Dabi recount those awful memories made you realize just how cold the air about you became as well - a sudden contrast as though your physical environment darkened from the heavy words Dabi spoke out about. You felt their pain, but you know you could never truly understand it. Not until you had gone through something the exact same, and even then, everyone processes trauma differently. Thus, empathy is such a golden key. The very key that had your shocked visage brim with tears. There wasn't a hint of pain in Dabi's voice, not yet, at least. Yet, you knew that years before, and deep inside his battered body, Touya was will trapped. Crying, begging, trying to crawl his way out. You saw a reflection of Rei in Dabi. The reflection of someone who was in pain but built these sky-high walls to hide any form of vulnerability.
‘Using the blood Endeavour left at the fight in Kyushu,’ his hand propping up a document, ‘there was a 99.99% match.’ 
Truly, it took a while to understand what you heard. Your eyes carefully traced the screen, ears perked up in denial as Dabi described every moment that Rei had described to you. Endeavour, the pain, the abuse, the screaming, the yelling. He recalled it with an absent look of apathy glazed across his face. His eyes reflecting that of an apathetic beauty. A look you recognized from the Rei who first walked into your care. If it weren’t for his unforgiving injuries, he would have been a splitting image of his mother. As you gazed upon his grotesque features, his lips mouthed the same name of the son who Rei prayed so desparately for the return of.
Yet you don’t think her prayers were answered in the best way.
You stared holes into that screen, watching his careful movements, scanning the paper Dabi held in his hands, as you watched his mouth moved it was in that moment that you realized you couldn’t hear. A ringing was blaring in your head as the only sensory you had left was that of sight. Your vision tunnelled, the sides of your perception clouding into black as you silently watched Dabi continue to expose that wretched hero who caused his dear family such tremendous misfortune. Dabi was the same Touya Rei cried to you with gulit over for all these years. The same Touya whos only remains found was a jawbone from the burning forest he died in. The same Touya who fell apart for the sake of his father’s dreams.
How isn’t he dead? It didn’t make any sense. His jaw, how was his jaw found without the rest of him? How had it come off? How did he survive the temperature of those flames being enough to cremate someone alive? Your eyes watched the screen, watched Dabi’s speech continue, that ringing spiking a headache of throbbing pain. Nothing made any sense. And you put your everything into focusing upon the scarred man on the screen so why did this have to happen? Rei was doing so well, it’s not fair, why did this have to happen? She doesnt deserve this to happen she had trued so fucking much. She didn’t deserve this, she was barely healed–
‘Miss Y/N! Is Mrs. Todoroki okay?’ 
Your coworker’s voice snapped you back into reality, and you stammered an apology before carefully placing Rei into her bed and turning off the tv with shaking hands. From the expression on your coworker’s face, you could tell they saw the footage aswell, their eyes nervously tracing to the ajarred cabinet door to the sedatives, understanding the regress in Rei’s stability from this entire situation. 
Sadly, Rei’s instability wasn’t as fleeting as you had hoped. It didn’t take long for Rei to fall apart into the hole she fought so hard to climb out of. With the mantra of angered ex-Endeavor fans accusing her of child abuse, along with the constant paparazzi that flashed bright lights toward her window and posted her tear-struck face all over tabloids, you couldn’t blame her. For days after the incident, you refused to sleep. Staying by her side as she couldn’t rest at all. Although a hospital never sleeps, it still quiets at twilight. But no, not anymore. For even night didn’t tire the fucking protestors. They screamed out, police desparately trying to control the situation, although they were smart. Hugging the gates, not actually on the property of the hospital. Thus, the police couldn’t pull any legalities on them. 
You never left the hospital anymore, every break and after your shifts, you would sit at Rei’s bedside. The aura was both somber and panicked, darkened with the occational sniffles and choked sobs of Rei’s rasped voice. Unlike the usual, you did not speak. You knew the voices in her head had come back now, and if you added your own, Rei wouldn’t be able to hold out any better than she already is. So, the only thing you knew to do was to never leave her alone, and her arms never left your back. You held her in an embrace every night, neither of you sleeping, neither of you talking. Slowly, she began to loosen her hold, gently sleeping a couple minutes a night with her chin resting on your shoulder. Your heart lit with hope, glad she could finally sleep a wink. Before long, she was truly able to fall into a decent slumber, her body resting against yours for a couple hours before she would gasp awake. Slowly but surely, improvement had come. And once Rei’s sleep schedule returned to some extent, you traveled back home to your apartment for the first time in over a week to gather your own well-deserved rest.
You wish you could say your return brought some comfort to you. But truly, the silence was eerie to say the least. Your mind was still worried. Worried that Rei would wake up in the middle of the night, all alone without you there. A part of you missed her already, but your boss became truly worried for your health after the bags under your eyes darkened into a bruise like hue. She demanded you at least go home for a night, and you relented. Truly, your body was giving up, and you needed the rest too.
Your keys twisted inside the lock as you pushed the door open, a familiar creak welcoming you back. You did not feel very welcome. The air was a piercing cold, with all the lights in your apartment off. The fact that it was late into the night did not help, with both an absence of light in your home and no twinkling stars to gaze upon. Everything was pure dark. You sighed, dumping your bag lazily by the door as you kicked off your shoes, taking heavy steps toward your room when you stopped. You stood still, so, so still. From the crack below your closed bedroom door, light bled into the dark hallway. You were scared, truly. You never leave the lights on before leaving, so what was happening here..? Why were the lights on?
A sense of dread filled your body, and you listened carefully. Nothing. No rummaging, no gentle thumps of someone’s steps, just the rays of light dauntingly brightening the floorboards and that white noise of ventilation. Quietly, you walked backward toward the front door, taking shaky breaths as your lungs quivered. You should’ve stayed with Rei. You shouldn’t have come. With how little sleep you had gotten, your mind felt as though you were floating. And obviously, you struggled to form any kind of rational thought about your current predicament. Despite that, you did have one thought. The thought that you must leave. Immediately. You didn’t care for your belongings, your jacket, nor your shoes and keys. All you cared for was to get the fuck out. 
Every pore on the wall felt as though an eye was peering through, watching your pathetically fearful movements. Shivers spiked down your spine and every dark crack of any open door had an imagined silhouette peering through, faces tauntingly smiling to you through the dark. You were panicking.
Your hand gripped the knob, turning it slowly to stiffle it’s persistent creaks before you flung open the door to bolt outside. Your mind raced, breath hitching as steps slapped upon the cement. As you approached a corner, you turned your head back as you kept running—fully expecting the door to fly open and a figure to chase behind you. You couldn’t imagine why you had to have some burglary occur. You didn’t live in an exceptionally poor or rich area, and there were blatant security cameras throughout the building. The more you watched your back, the more you felt a little silly. Nothing came, and you nearly slowed down your bolt as a light chuckle of relief fell before your mouth. You’re safe, your apartment was safe. There’s no threat in your room, obviously, you must’ve forgotten to turn off the lights. You turned the corner as your bolt slowed into a jog. Yet, your momentary relief was short-lived the moment you roughly crashed into something in front of you.
You fell back, falling hard onto your ass with your palms scraping against the unforgiving texture of the floor. Gravel stung, digging into your open skid marks. Athough, that pain was nothing compared to the strike fear over who stood before you. 
The very man upon your tv screen those days before.
The very man who single-handedly wrecked the top two heroes.
Dabi.
He looked down at you, a sickened gaze and smirk plastered over his graphic features. He looked manic, and he was manic. The way he demeaningly leaned down to you, hands dug deep into the pockets of his black slacks, the way he cocked his head to the side, it all made your throat starkly dry. 
‘Why the long face, Y/N?’ You internally gagged, your name sounded so vile on his tongue, in the way his face stared at you with hatred. How does he know your name? What does he want? You stared up at him speechlessly, your jaw falling silent and eyes dropping wide with horror. Your mind raced in confusion. Jumping from one false hope to another, trying to relieve your fear that you might not survive this encounter. Your only connection with Dabi was as the nurse of his mother, was he extrapolating some revenge against her? But why? Endeavour had been the main perpetrator of the abuse, so why are you being dragged into this so mercilessly? You couldn’t think clearly, but you did know one thing. Both of you well knew Rei had barely anything to do with the harm Touya had endured. Yet, here he was. Newly born as Dabi, as the Dabi who stared down at you as though you coddled his worst enemy your whole life.
His hand shot toward your collar, the fabric ripping at certain ends from the sheer force he used to drag you closer to his face. Your hands grappled at his wrist, fingertips digging into his hand before your force hesitated when you latched right onto his staples. You were scared. You were really, really scared. The way his smile grew wider in response to those pathetic tears that welled in your eyes, the way he held you so tightly your windpipe felt as though it was burning in pain. You felt misjudged. Thrown into an undeserving cruelty that you hadn’t even sinned enough to deserve. But obviously, why would a villain care about whether or not you deserved their violence?
‘Why are you so scared? I’m only here to thank you.’ He quirked, eyes wide as he laughed at your pathetic expressions of fear and struggle. ‘You won't die, so don’t be too dramatic.’ He smiled, yet, you didn’t feel comforted. Heck, a part of you here realized how much you wish you could’ve died at this moment. Was living through whatever he was about to put you through better than hell itself?
‘You took care of my dear old mom ever since I left, comforting her all those nights, helping her recover from Mr. Number One.’ His grip tightened, your collar bunching up into his palms, harshly wheezing your throat as you struggled to breathe. You knew no amount of fighting back was going to drain him down to stop. Dabi had you stood completely upright, right up on the tip of your toes as he held the majority of your body weight up by your neck, still leaning forward to truly yell into your face. Even without the threat of his quirk, you’d never stand a fucking chance against him with how he towers over you. You could tell of the venom Dabi had in his recalling of your care as his mother’s nurse, his pupils dialating in fury. Had he felt things were unfair? That he hadn’t had the help Rei needed when he felt so much worse? You tried to be empathetic, trying to find a way so you could make it out alive. But the more Dabi tightened his hold on you, the more you realized you wouldn’t be getting out of this unscathed—far from it, actually.
‘I’m here to repay you. You know? You spent so many years caring for her, so I’ll repay your act of kindness.’ His voice dripped in sarcasm, venom seeping through as his spat out to you right in your face. Suddenly, his expression morphed, his smile churning so wide the staples holding his smile  together began to rip at the corners of his mouth. ‘You know, that stupid woman isn’t the angel you keep treating her to be. Haven’t you seen little Shoto Todoroki? How do you think that scar on his precious face came to be?’ Your breath hitched as his grip tightened, your throat completely wrenched into his lone palm as heat began radiating through his fingers. Don’t listen to him, you told yourself. Rei messed up. She’s wasn’t the best mother. But no one helped her victim until she became the abuser. Shoto didn’t deserve that, neither did Rei deserve the cruelities of Endeavour, and nor did Touya deserve a crumb of the pressure he underwent. Can’t he understand that nearly everyone in this situation is some form of a victim? You felt frustrated trying to hold your tongue back against this man. He was blinded by rage, a rage that began rationally and morphed into something villianously sinister. It made you feel frustrated. He pitied himself too much. Everyone was struggling, Shoto and Rei too, so why was he so upset with you helping someone who needed to be helped?
‘You people disgust me. You save whoever the fuck you want, but leave the people who really need it out to burn up in a forest.’ You shook your head, shutting your eyes tightly in denial to his cruel accusations. You wanted to yell. Yell how stupid his words were, how tunnelled his thinking was. Dabi is being selfish. Yet, despite your anger, you were still striken with fear. You understood you were in no place to speak your mind, yet your words just spilled out in a frenzy.
‘You’re so linear.’ You said shakily, furrowing your eyebrows and trying to wrench your windpipe out of his grip so you could just barely breathe. ‘Rei was hurt too, she’s n-no angel, but she’s not such a demon either.’ You spoke quietly, but considered how you were choked up into the air it was remarkably impressive you could even get a peep out. Dabi seemed to only become amused, an upset form of amusement. Tears streamed down your cheeks, mainly from the physical agnoy, but moreso now that his palm began to luminate blue and heat up.
You were going to die over your fat tongue.
Your crying only seeming to fuel him even more as his smile ripped even wider. ‘I’m sorry— I didn’t mean it badly–‘ You panically wept. His eyes narrowed, a sense of absolute euphoria over the position of power he had. He felt so cocky, you know? He just ruined two of the top heroes’ careers and now he’s taking away the only support and comfort from his shitty mom. His revenge has just fucking started. He nonchalantly dropped your body onto the floor as he adjusted to stand straight. You crumbled to your knees, your hands flying to your throat as you wretched and coughed out. Your neck was painful to the touch, throbbing as you felt the bruise of his grip develop. Suddenly, he knelt down to one knee, looking at you with an unimpressed expression. 
‘Don’t be so fucking dramatic. Be grateful you’re alive.’ He spat, his tone unforgiving. You sobbed, trying your best to sniffle your crying as you bit down on your lip and shut your eyes tightly—too stuck in horror to look at whatever the fuck your current situation was. From the fear of death you just had, you nearly wanted to thank him for sparing your life. Your hands violently shaking as you refused to look up to him, parts of you begging that this was all some bad trip. Suddenly, he laughed. He began to laugh, growing louder and more insane. You stopped breathing, opening your eyes to see him heaving in absolute exhilaration. 
‘Don’t do that,’ He was profoundly euphoric, ‘you’re reminding me too much of how I cried to dear old Endeavour. What, are you trying to send me down memory lane?’ He finally calmed down a little, smiling at you as you knelt before him, fucking speechless. Your relief was immediately drowned out in the panic of what he was trying to do. He reached out, shoving his thumb into your mouth and forcing your jaw open. Taking his other hand, he forced two fingers down your throat without a shred of care. You gagged, grabbing his wrist and digging your nails into his skin as you felt a pill sink into being forced down into your body as he kept his fingers deep in your throat. Eyes wide as you tried to fight him off, jaw stiffening as you prepared to bite down on him. He stared you down warningly, his breaths deepening and hand warming on your jaw. You sobbed, relenting and loosening your grip on his wrist, shutting your eyes tightly. You felt a tear gently trickle down your cheek, it felt warm against your face. But not as warm as the threatening hand on your neck that wouldn't hesitate to burn. Dabi let go, standing up as you coughed out, feeling the pill stay stuck deep in your throat as you tried your best to ignore it. He lazily dragged his hand across your face, wiping your spit off his hand. You started to cry. Sobbing as quietly as you could as you heard. You could tell he was truly annoyed, clicking his tongue as he took heavy steps away from you - but still keeping a close enough distance to burn you alive if you tried to run away. You felt frustrated. What had you done to deserve this? What did he drug you with? Your panic made you hallucinate awful symptoms of the pill. The world began feeling dizzy, your head becoming light, ad your thoughts racing drunkenly. Although, rationally, you knew that you hadn't even digested the pill yet, so you tried your best to calm yourself down before the pill's effects would truly take place.
You didn't realize Dabi had taken his space between you two to take a quick call until he hung up, shoving his phone deep into his pocket before he looked back to you with a bored expression. 'Are you done crying?' He was annoyed. From the expression of apathy and boredom on his face, he resembled a tired dad sick of his children throwing a tantrum over every little thing. The way he looked down at you felt demeaning, and you felt your body shrink a little down into the core of your bruised heart. You wanted to stand up, your legs numb from being forced down to kneel this entire time. Yet, the fear you held over being burnt from any sudden movement kept you scarily still.
'Get up.' There wasn't a shred of care in his voice, but from the way he tangled his fingers in your hair, dragging you forward by it until you were knelt up awkwardly by his side like a dog, you weren't surprised by his verbal violence. Let alone his physical violence. You grabbed his hand, trying to ease the burning pain against your scalp. It felt as though your hair would rip from the root if he pulled just a little harder. Your eyes darted around, confusion to why he propped you up to him so closely. Was there some threat? Was something about to happen? You felt your heart pounding through your blouse, so loud it resonated inside your head. But, it didn't matter how much your scalp burned in pain. It didn't matter how your palms were still scraped open from your initial fall. It didn't matter how you had roughly fifteen minutes before that pill would digest. What did matter was that by the end of those fifteen minutes, you needed to be away from him and whatever he had planned for you. As though Dabi sensed your change in mood from fear to determination, his hand began to heat up.
'If you want to die, go ahead and try what you want. If not, stay down like the trash you are.' You felt the hope you built up crumble, maybe it was from Dabi's words. But mainly, it was from the literal crumble of the ground and roads in front of your apartment building. The way the earth caved in on the infamous stone-like creature that bulldozed through half of Japan—Gigantomachia of the League of Villians. His body was confined down so his brutish face was mere feet away from yours. His eyes were a glinted yellow, so much so they didn't resemble eyes in the slightest—moreso like large fragments of amber-filled or gold his sclera. You watched in horror as large rubbles of the road slipped down Machia's spikes, cracking their area of impact once they fell. Light after light turned on in your neighboring apartments, people opening their doors with pissed-off expressions darkened with eyebags. Looking to curse out whatever fool decided to make such a loud fuss in the middle of the night. Unsurprisingly, as the beast merely turned his head in their direction, and person after person ran out of their homes in wide-eyed fear.
Dabi rolled his eyes, unimpressed at their pathetic attempts at an escape. He raised his palm, flames bursting out from the center as screams of pain erupted. You stared in horror as the people you'd politely smile to every day burnt up before your eyes. You didn't plan it. Your arms reached up and grabbed Dabi's forearm to pull it down into our chest. You cringed when the flame lightly skimmed your shoulder, yet our grip on his arm remained iron. You refused to let people die right in front of you.
'What the fuck are you doing?!' He yelled, his flames dissipating as you watched a minuscule bunch run away safely. Dabi shoved you hard into the ground, glaring down at you in absolute annoyance. Yet you returned his glare, looking up at him with resentment. 'Fine, you wanna die? Go ahead.' He aimed his palm in your direction, a twinge of flames hurling out. Without a doubt, you were scared. You were scared of dying, scared of never seeing your loved ones again, and scared of the sorrow your death would cause. You hadn't had the impact you wished to have yet, yet here you were, about to die before barely making a dent of meaning in your life. But in that fear, you felt angry. Angry that you were being relentlessly harmed over helping someone who needed it, angry that Dabi would mercilessly burn the innocent without hesitation, and angry that he was mad at you over trying to save them. He was so unreasonable.
'God! Can you quit it?! I understand your pain, and I understand where you're coming from. But those people aren't Endeavour, Rei, or whoever else you hate! They didn't do anything to deserve being killed over, just like you didn't do anything to deserve what you went through as a kid. So why are you hurting them?!' You glared at him, adjusting your posture so you were sitting upright, a hand soothing the blistering burn on your shoulder. His flames fizzled out, and you saw his eyes widen. He was silent, still. As though for both of you, time stopped. You heard desperate steps fade away into the background, rubble from Machia falling upon the grass, and the sizzles of Dabi's flames eating away the fresh corpses that littered the scene about you two. His expression was apathetic, you couldn't read him. Yet, you felt his mind racing, before his palm picked up and slapped you, hard, right across your face.
'You understand me? Is that what you fucking said?' He was absolutely livid. You could hear the absolute anger in his voice, yet a soft smile spread across his lips. Your cheek felt stung, warm, and you were absolutely speechless. For some reason, him slapping you across your face felt more painful than the burn on your shoulder and the scrapes on your palms combined. It was the way he looked down at you. Down at you with absolute fury, as though you were a senseless fool. 'Don't you dare say you understand me when you haven't gone through what I did.' You could tell he wanted to kill you in that moment. You flinched when he reached out to you, expecting this to be your final moment. Instead, he threw you over his shoulder and jumped onto Machia's back, being dragged away to god knows where. You looked up to his face, catching a glimpse of his thumb wiping a droplet of blood from the corner of his eyes before wiping it onto his sleeve. Did he become injured? Or was that a common occurance? Truly, you shouldn't care. He had just battered you, violently dragging you upon the back of a rocky beast, and yet here your nursing instincts slapped you across the face to anaylze his aid.
Quickly, your brief confusion, or worry, for Dabi fell apart as you realized your legs couldn't feel the aggressive breeze of the wind against it's skin. You fought to move, to adjust your stature, yet you felt as though your nerves were burning, fighting against an invisble force that kept you scarily limp and still. Your heart began to pound in your chest, heavy breaths shaking your lungs as you nearly began to weep over what awful drug Dabi had foresaken onto you earlier. You felt constrained, uncomfortable, a distant tingle of pain tracing about the entirety of your skin as you tried to fight the stunt in your lower half. Your legs. Your legs were paraylzed. Your mind raced a mile a minute, heart dropping deep into your stomach. This isn't fair. It's not fair. You felt as though your life has fallen so far you couldn't even hear it's impact on the floor so down below. No resonating echoes, nothing. And that nothing was not at all what you deserved. You hand quivered, tracing across your shin to your thigh. It felt as though you traced your hand on another body, or a piece of your body that was no longer attached. You were disturbed, trying to keep your sanity together as your temples and eyes burned with frustrated tears. It wasn't until a tear hit your thigh, and you didn't even feel it, did you truly begin to break down.
Everything is a fucking mess.
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yandere-mha-blog · 1 year
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Part one
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Well, i know i have been gone for a while, but hey that's life for you. anyway I know some people will be upset I'm just re-writing an story, but hey i like to think my skills and plot devolpment skills have gotten better.
also I'm doing this for fun :3, but ye the story is gonna be a re write, something will be the same and other things will be different, I hope the peeps that have been following this blog for a while will enjoy the re write and see what has changed.
and for those who are new enjoy :D
with out further a do here is part one re written owo
You were thankful the school day was almost over, another numb day. You looked out the window. Seeing a red crested cardinal bird in a tree cleaning its wings, you stared at it while the teacher droned on about another homework assignment.
Till he slammed a large book down on your desk, you jolted and the bird flew off.
“Care to pay attention (name).” he  asked, the whole classed snickered
“I was listening, you said our essay about what college we wish to attend is due tomorrow.” you said, he seemed to bite his tongue
“Good.” he said and walked back up the front of the class
“Now everyone I know you are tired of me saying this, but this is a very important assignment. I want you all to think about your future, and don't look out the windows.”
“Whata prick, he must get off to bullying students.” you thought as you continued to tap your pencil on the piece of paper, truth be told you already knew what college would be best, just to get a start on a literature degree, although you knew that 98 percent of your classmates would end up as a sales representative in some corporate scheme. You were hoping to be in the 2 percent that didn't try to drink themselves to death every night.
Still you still had to help clean the classroom, you went to the closet and pulled the broom and dustpan out and made your way back to the classroom, only to see your desk was missing, and so were your classmates.
You dropped the broom and dustpan on the floor, you walked over to the open window and looked down,and there was your desk and chair on the ground, at least your class wasn't on the third floor, then it would be broken.
You sighed as you grabbed the trash bin and made your way to the incinerator, you tossed the trash in and slammed the thing shut, you sat down on the floor and looked up, still so gloomy, but there was that bird you saw early fly by, well maybe not the same bird, but same species.
Maybe you should just leave your desk outside and not clean the classroom, but you were sure your classmates would find a way to spin the blame on you, you hated them, what you really wanted was for them to just leave you the fuck alone.
You felt a hot tear run down your cheek as you whipped it away, no you weren't going to cry over a bunch of immature assholes bullying you.
Then the smell of smoke hit your nose, ugh it smelt like the patio where you dad would smoke before he quite, you let out a cough, man you couldn't stand the smell of it
“Who the fuck is there?” someone yelled, you flinched, why couldn't you just keep it in. you heard foots stomp over to you, you got up off the ground. And came face to, well chest with the guy.
“Oh just a girl…thought you were a teacher.” he said before taking another drag from his cigarette. “But you're not a snitch are you?”
He blew a puff of smoke in your face, and you started coughing again
“NO, wheeze, I don't care what you do.” you said “I just came here to throw the trash away.”
“...you are skipping out on cleaning duties aren't you?” he said as he dropped the ciggreete and stomped it out with his shoe.
“No.” you said
“Yes you are, otherwise you would be back ,doing your little maid work.” he said
“Okay fine maybe I am, so what?” you said
“Oh she talks.” he said before pulling a cigarette out of his coat pocket “well now you can't report me, want one?”
“No thanks.” you said 
“Come on it looks like to me at least that you need one, you looked stressed.” he said
“No I'm not.” you retorted, honestly you should of just of left, but he wouldn't stop talking
“Then why are skipping cleaning duty, you seem like the type who is a bit straight laced.” he said
“I ... .my classmates tossed my desk and chair out the window when I went to get a broom, and then ditched me.”
“Ah so they have been harassing you?” He asked 
“Classic case of it.” you said, as you slumped on the wall
“Why don't you just slam there faces on the pavement and tell them not to fucking mess with you.” he said, you were taken back a bit, that was a tad bit villent since he said it with a 100 percent serious voice.
“That wouldn't work.” you said as you looked away
“You are kind of a downer, aren't you?” he said
“Suppose I am.” you said
“...what class are you in anyways?” he asked
“2-B.” you said “why?”
“Because the teacher usually comes by here in like 10 minutes to smoke.” He said “so i would just head home.”
“But my desk and the cleaning still need to be done.”
“Listen to me when i say, leave it be.” he said
“...i think i will, thanks…”
“Just call me Dabi.” he said
“Thansk dabi, for listening to me.” you said “i think i'll take your advice.”
He let out a small chuckle “you better...i didn't get your name you know”
“You can call me (name).” you said
You went home and were greeted with your mom who was cooking dinner.
“Oh honey you are home early,...you okay?”
“Hm?” you said snapping out of your thought “im fine, i think i just want to lay down for a bit.” “Okay , dinner will be ready in thirty.” she said as you went to your room and laid down on your bed, rolling yourself in a blanket, you didn't really have an appetite, you knew your teacher would just chew you out tomorrow for not cleaning the classroom, since you knew he would believe your classmates over you.
You picked at your dinner, your father looked at you.
“What's wrong (name) you barely touched your food.” he said
“Sorry, it looks delicious mom, but i'm not feeling hungry, i haven't really had an appetite.” you said
“Hmm, you must be getting sick.” she said as she put a hand to your forehead “well i am not risking it, let's get you a nice cup of water and some rest.”
“Mom,really i'm fine-”
“Nope, off to bed with you.” she said, you decided there was no use disagreeing with her.
You laid down in your bed as your mom set a glass of water on your night stand.
“Mom, I'm not a little kid.”
“Yes but you will always be my child.” she said and placed a kiss on your forehead “now get some rest, i'll call the school in the morning.”
“Mom, really it's fine.” you said
“Nope, night sweetie.” she said turning the light off and closing the door, you sighed and grabbed your phone, you opened your notes app and wrote down
“Mom is worried about me again, letting me miss school tomorrow. I bet those jerks in my class will think i did not show up because of them, i don't like them to know what they do gets under my skin. I can't wait to graduate and be done with this place.”
You placed your phone down and grabbed your book, might as well get some light reading done before.
Dabi was at his usual smoking spot, when his eyes glanced over to a desk chair that was still outside, he looked up and saw a bunch of kids still laughing and pointing at it.
“You think she ran home crying?”
“Haha probably, man wish i could have seen her.”
“I know right, man she is just so pretentious she just has one of those faces.”
“I know what you mean.”
Dabi rolled his eyes at there comments, it was the end of the school day and your chair was still outside, meaning the teacher 
Didn't notice it was missing
Told the kids to get it but didn't enforce it
Also found it funny
Maybe it was time he shake things up a bit, he tosses hs cigarette into a trash can and went inside the school, up the second floor
“Class B, class B.” he mumbled to himself before standing outside the doorway, and slamming the door open.
The kids jumped at the sudden noise and all eyes were on him. 
“You need something?” one of the kids in the middle said
“Which one of you tossed the desk out the window?” Dabi asked, it was silent “i said which one of you threw the desk out the fucking window!
He slammed his fist on the wall, the girls huddled behind the guy, dabi loved seeing the faces of people scared of him.
“Hey man we didn't do anything like that-” “Bullshit, i was outside and heared your comments, you tossed the desk out the window.” he said “And i fucking hate liars.”
“Look we-”
“Shut up.” Dabi said “Now whose idea was it to toss the window out the door, and who is the one who pushed it out?”
“It was his idea.” A girl said and pointed to the ring leader “and he pushed it out the window.”
“See, that was so hard.” Dabi said as he walked over and grabbed there shoulders “everyone else get the fuck out.”
“Hey man look we are sorry-”
“You nearly crushed my damn head with a desk chair.” He said 
“We didn't mean to hit you, it was a prank on our classmate.”
“Oh right, I met her. You know, a nice girl had a chat with her.” Dabi said and gave him a smile, the guy gulped, ”now how about you two see what it's like to be pushed out a window.”
“Wait!’ the guys both yelled before Dabi shoved them out the window, everyone else screamed and looked down
“Oh my god, get the nurse!” The girl who snitch on the two of them yelled
“Oh don't act so shocked, you knew what would happen to them, you put the blame on them so you wouldn't get in trouble.” Dabi said heading towards the door “also if i hear anything about your little group messing with her..well I think you already have an idea of what i will do.”
You went to school the next day, you felt a little better than yesterday. Your mom was right, you needed yesterday off. It was fine all things considered, you read a bunch, finished your homework assignment and even went to the park with your mom to feed the ducks. But it was back to the same old harassment and bullshit.
You felt more eyes on you that day, when you looked at them, they quickly snapped their head in front of them. You obviously saw them, was this another prank by them.
You didn't even notice two classmates were missing, besides it was lunch time.
You ate in your unusual hiding spot far, far away from people. At least you hoped so
“Hiding from your classmates?” A familiar voice said, you looked up and there was Dabi in all his messy uniform glory.
“I just wanted some alone time, so yes.” you said “but also no.”
“I see.” he said and leaned on the wall next to you “Any of them giving you issues?”
“No…well actually, they have been staring at me, then when I look back they snap their heads away, it might be some weird psychological torment, who knows.”
“Hm, it's probs because i sent your classmates a little message.” he said pulling a cigarette out
“You did what?” you asked
“Well, you won't get mad will you?’ He teased “I pushed two guys out the window.”
“YOU DID WHAT?” You yelled “why, why would you do that, are they okay?”
“Does it matter?’ he asked
“Yes, you could be expelled, or-”
“Pfffttt, hahah , no that won't happen.” he said “Are you worried about me.”
“Why would you, are they okay?”
“I mean one broke an arm, and the other a couple ribs, they'll live.” he said
“I…why would you.” you said
“I saw your dead eyes.” he said “I know those types of people, they don't stop until one of them gets hurt.”
“ That's true.” you said and sighed “Still…isn't that a little excessive, what if you get expelled, or they file a report against you.”
“My dad paid them off already.” Dabi said “perks of having a  deadbeat dad who will pay off any incidents you have.”
“You are crazy.” you said “but…thanks.”
“Oh?” he said “so you aren't mad at me?”
“I mean, a little excessive, but if it gets my classmates off my back, then it needs to be done, although…I kind of wish I pushed them out the window.” You said
“See that's the spirit.” he said and bumped your shoulder with his “Look if those assholes give you any issue, let me know.”
“Why do you care?” you asked “Why would you go out of your way like that.”
“Hm, probably because I think you're cute.” he said “well (name), i'll see you around.”
Dabi stomped his cigarette out on the pavement, and left you dumb founded
“Cute?” you mumbled, your face felt a bit red, it was the first time you had been called cute by someone outside your family, it felt nice.
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takingchences · 10 months
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good intentions m.list °₊ ⛧ ͯ , ༄
★ Rated 18+ | minors DNI
A young agent for the Hero Commission offers a hand to a scarred boy on the street, unaware that one act of kindness would come back to haunt her years later. After all, the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.
Pairing: Yandere!Dabi x fem!oc ( feat. Hawks )
Warnings: NSFW, dark themes, adult language, smut, violence, angst, dub/con, stalking, death, blood/gore, choking, yandere behavior, drugging, marking/branding, obsession, degradation, kidnapping, dacryphilia, voyeurism, Stockholm syndrome, and mentions of abuse. I probably left some out, but I'll put a warning on each chapter to be safe
playlist + face claim + my masterlist
Ch. 1 ⛧ Purpose
Ch. 2 ⛧ Reunion
Ch. 3 ⛧
Ch. 4 ⛧
more to be added...
Taglist: @minniebinnie @fabii275 @dabislittlemouse
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Dabi’s Dance
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yanderenightmare · 1 year
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aight so what's dabi like in bed?
Dabi - Todoroki Touya
TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, he's a sleazy dom
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A SHITTY DOM
Dabi is a scumbag sleaze.
A head-pusher and a cocky fucking asshole. Pets your head and hushes and tuts at you as he makes you swallow his dick balls-deep to the hilt. An ugly soft smile on his lips as he looks down at you serving him, at you struggling and gagging, ordering you to be a good girl and lick him up, take him all the way in.
He gets what he wants without much struggle. He’ll push and nudge and persuade and gently force his goal forward, rendering you in no position to say no, ignoring it if you do. He just tells you to relax and breathe and keeps pushing.
It would be a surprise to feel him play with your clit while rutting into you, as he doesn't usually chase anyone's end but his own. Selfishly using your body to fulfill whichever means he desires, whether that be as a cum-dumpster, body pillow, or a plushie for him to cry into when he wakes from yet another nightmare in the dead of night.
He likes to slap you around a bit. But not really in any effort to actually hurt you.
Giving your ass a rough squeeze and a nice loud smack doesn't hurt you. All it does is let you know how you need to ride his cock faster.
And those small taps he makes with his hand on your cheek when his cock is pressed into the pocket of your mouth are meant more as encouragement than anything else. It's just his way of expressing how cute you look when you're struggling to take his cock down your throat.
It's the same with the curt smacks he makes to the back of your skull. They're only meant to help. Assisting you in choking his cock further down until you have him nicely swallowed down to the base.
Besides, those light slaps to your face after you’ve gagged on his dick for the better half of an hour are always done with love, of endearment. When he’s smeared all spit and cum over your dumb expression, painted you with the sloppy mess, making you look so glossy and beautiful with those precious slicked teary lashes and blubbering swollen lips pouting up at him.
He circles his large, lanky fingers and ensnares your windpipe, liking how you squeeze him when he chokes you. Sinking into your weeping cunt, running you through until finally emptying all he's worth deep inside you.
It's his way of saying thanks.
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fluff-n-cookies · 6 months
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(yandere-ish) DABI AS YOUR BESTIE PT 2#
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part 1 hereee as well as a shiggy version for the simps
warnings : light swearing, mentions of killing (on dabi's side), over protective dabi. nothing graphic though. reader is fem, 23, dabi is 23 too.
likes to throw shit at you, not hard, just shit like pillows and stuffies he stole from the carnival.
I feel like he would complain about how terrible you look only to teach you how to do your make up better, and if you are already pretty good at it he spends time discussing it will you
also wearing the coolest sunglasses of all time and judging people in the mall together <3
come to your apartment DAILY to feed any pets and take care of household chores in his free time.
now, yandere time.
as a platonic yandere he will protect you at all costs, but won't kidnap you.
makes you think hes joking about running over that one guy that cat called you, and actually does it.
calls you squirt, bitch, loser, crybaby. lovingly.
without you really noticing he just kinda closed off your entire love life, and while he does let you have other friends they will be watching from the bushes whenever you guys hang out.
if you have plants he'll light trash on fire so your plants can get the CO2 they need. (your landlord has gotten sick of the smell, he's thinking of kicking you two out.)
if you know how to sow, he gets you to repair his coat whenever he damages it.
he stares at you like the chesire cat, I swear to god, he even wiggles his eyebrows at you just to annoy you, and if you ask what he's doing, he'll just say "nothin' just thinkin'" all smug, it so annoying.
and in reality he is thinking about you, just thinking about how stupid you look.
you don't, he is just genuinely happy to have you in his life, you're too good for him. thank you for being there for him.
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ailawritesfics · 2 years
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✎yandere dabi
✎cw: yandere behavior, kidnapping, dubcon/noncon, penetration, use of slut/whore/doll, afab!reader, edging, use of toys
✎1.4k words
✎I haven't written anything in months so I'm trying to slowly get back into writing and who better to write for than this burnt mf
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You had helped him a few times before. Every time the both of you crossed paths, Dabi always looked exhausted and on the brink of fainting. The faint smell of burning flesh wafted through the air, his movements uneven-- often limping --and yet he always wears that damn smirk no matter how bad of a state he's in. It didn't matter if his body temperature is exceeding what he can handle due to overusing his quirk, or if his burns continued to spread; he has you.
He has you to fix him. To heal him. Everytime he runs into you, purposely or accidentally, you always end up using your quirk on him. Whether it's out of pity or because of your naturally caring nature, you didn't know anymore nor did you care. He always seems to run to you whenever he gets hurt and you heal him in return with no questions asked; so why even bother questioning the logic behind these unplanned encounters?
You wish you did.
You didn't know better so you didn't question him whenever your paths collided. He's a villain, a very dangerous villain, you shouldn't be helping him. The obvious wanted posters and frequent news broadcast of him and his group's heinous acts should've been enough to make you turn the other way, to ignore him despite the worrisome state you'd always see him in. But how could you? He relied on you. He depended on your generosity. If you're being honest, you like it more than what you let on. Having someone acknowledge you and actually appreciate your help... Well, Dabi was never really vocal about his appreciation but he made up for his lack of verbal responses through his actions.
It started off simple. At first they were nothing more than fleeting touches, from tapping your cheeks to patting your head, but as time went on and your seemingly unplanned meetings became more and more frequent that you began to wonder if he had intentionally sought you out rather than a chance encounter, they soon turned to something more intimate. Hand holding, late night talks, and even the occasional make out sessions.
Is it serious? What you and Dabi have, your relationship... You had asked yourself multiple times what you are to each other but with how quickly he disappears soon after receiving your help, you think it might be nothing more than a fling. Your heart aches to think so but what could you do?
Dabi was sweet.
The Dabi you knew can be rough but he was also gentle in his own way. Despite how distant he acts, you can feel the affection in his fleeting touches so when he suddenly acted out of character, more cold and aggressive you didn't know what to do. You may be clueless of the reason but on his side, he blew up like a fuse.
He was sure that he had you, he was sure you were falling for him. Heck, you already made out with him so why, why in the world did you have to get a boyfriend? He exhausted his patience just because he didn't want you getting scared of him and running off and yet this is how you treat his effort? Was he not enough? Did you really see him as just a fling?
Even if you didn't, he didn't care anymore. He had to have you. You're either his or no one else's. He didn't want to have to resort to unethical means to have you by his side but you forced him.
Hearing your name come from another's lips had never made you feel so disgusted before. You shuddered, feeling Dabi's hot breath against your ear as he slowly pushed himself inside you.
You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from wincing due to the stretch as your cunt made way for his cock. Dabi let out a groan when he bottomed out inside you, his tip kissing your cervix and making you tremble in his grip. He's big. You didn't need to see it to believe it, you're already feeling it. The way his cock stretched your walls is both painful and pleasurable. If he hadn't taken you against your will then maybe you'd actually enjoy these moments with him.
The hand on your waist tightened, the pads of his fingers heating up your skin under his touch whilst the other carelessly held a remote, controlling the vibrator he forced into your ass. The frequency of the vibrations were set to a low setting, you silently thanked him for it.
It seems that he's in a rather good mood tonight. If he weren't, you would've already been filled to the brim with his cum, vibrator stuck in your asshole and your cunt stuffed with a glass dildo to keep himself from leaking out of your abused hole. Though that didn't exactly bring you a lot of reassurance. When Dabi's in a good mood, he goes down one of two routes: raw, vanilla sex or fun with toys. Both ends with you getting creamed, and knowing Dabi.. Well, the word gentle isn't in his vocabulary.
Not anymore. Ever since he had chained you to his bed he's been everything but gentle towards you.
You flinched at his touch as his hand moved to caress your tear-stained cheeks, thumb ghosting across your skin and stopping once it reached just below your eye. He chuckles lowly, purposely shifting his hips. "Why are you crying? You got what you want, don't be a greedy whore."
The way his length moved within you made you gasp. You cursed at him in your mind, knowing full well that he moved on purpose with full intent on arousing you further. He positioned himself so his cock just barely grazed your sweet spot, driving you crazy. After keeping you captive for weeks and railing you every night since then, he knows your body more than you do by now; he likes to think so. The lack of friction is driving you mad and you hated it.
"Please.." You murmur, barely audible had Dabi not made violating your personal space a hobby.
"Please what?" He hums, "Use your words, doll. I won't know what you want if you won't tell me."
His tone is mocking. The way he stared back at you with hooded eyes and a smirk on his lips made you want to smack him upside the head, if only the rising desire and heat in your nether regions weren't a current problem.
You loathed having to resort to asking Dabi, of all people, to provide you reprieve when he was the cause of all of this. After edging you for hours on end, bringing you near the edge only to pull his fingers away, you've lost count of how many ruined orgasms he's caused.
And yet you relent, having been pushed to your limits and desperate for release. With stray droplets of tears falling down your cheeks, your pleas and whimpers were like music to Dabi's ears as you begged him to let cum, to ruin you and use you as he pleases.
Dabi's smirk remains as he basks in the satisfaction of having reduced you to a sobbing, begging mess from hours of edging and teasing. And he finally listens, pulling his hips back only to slam back into you over and over. He holds your legs and practically folds you in half in a mating press, driving his hips into yours with fervor.
The drag of his cock against your walls has you arching into him and your nails digging into his back, causing him to hiss in your ears.
After being denied an orgasm for who knows how long, your moans highten as you feel yourself reaching your high quickly. Your walls clamping down on Dabi's cock as you came hard, screaming his name as you came. 
 "Fuck, look at you-- s'that feel good, doll?" He laughs, watching you try to respond but can't form any coherent response aside from whimpers and choked sobs. "Have I fucked you dumb already? We barely even started."
His thrusts don't stop, only getting quicker as he leans back to admire how you look beneath him. You're in for a long night.
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Telling yandere!Dabi you’ll never love him and he says, “you really feel that way? Fine. If you won’t love me then I’ll make you fear me.”
What happens next is up to you 👀👀👀👀
Fear me, love..
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➛ word count: 2.6k
➛ contains: mature themes, MDNI +18, scroll away if this isn’t your cup of tea ! yandere!Dabi x f!reader
➛ warnings: nsfw, yandere themes, kidnapping, gaslighting, slapping, noncon, overall Dabi being mean and scary. This ended up turning into a fic uwu
➛ tags: @kelin-is-writing @ohnoitsthatonekid @anni3-arts
➛ Reblogs would be appreciated!
You have been warned! Read at your own risk!
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The pyromaniac was enamored by you.
The very moment he laid his eyes on you, when you were walking down the street on your way to work, that’s when Dabi knew he had to have you. It could be the possessive urge claim and break things that were pretty and perfect, the opposite of him, or maybe it really was love at the first sight. He doesn’t know, nor does he care to know, as his purpose was to make you his forever. Dabi was a greedy man, and when he wanted something, he’d get it. 
And that’s exactly what he did. Since months you’ve been locked in his apartment, in his room, without seeing a ray of sunshine and the outside world again. With tears rolling down your cheeks you keep aksing him why, why he’s been keeping you like his caged pet, and all he answers is that he loves you. He claims that he is protecting you from the outside world, because the world is dangerous for a pretty fragile thing like you. He’d be the one to make you happy instead, getting whatever you want, every kind of jewelry, clothes, plushies, doll you up and treat you like the princess you were, but that was never enough. Dabi knew you still hated him and feared him, but he never gave up, he didn’t just want to claim you as a person, he also wanted to claim your heart and soul, make you fall deeply in love with him. For a while you’d been pliant and obedient, to the point he really thought you might feel something for him, since you didn’t seem to flinch whenever he came close to you or attack him out of nowhere. It gave him hope, knowing that he could finally trust you and let you a bit free, treat you normally, hanging out together as a couple instead of keeping you locked inside like a prisoner. 
“You’ve been such a good girl for me lately..” he says one day, fingers gently playing with your hair as his soft azure eyes stare at your lips. “Finally got it inside your little brain that I do love you, huh?”
When you don’t say anything, he grabs your chin, turning your head to him and looking in your eyes. 
“You know I’d burn the world for you, Y/N..” he whispers, his lips inches away from yours as you nod dumbly, remembering all the corpses Dabi had left behind him, corpses that belonged to your former coworkers, friends, boys who Dabi suspected that look at you too much. “I don’t like locking you up like this love, truly. I’d really love to take you to places, going on a date, all those gushy things couples do~” he chuckles, kissing your lips softly. 
“I don’t want to go anywhere with you” you mumbled, backing off from the kiss. He was insane; did he really expect for you to consider this normal? To be a couple? 
The smirk faded off his pale face, his gaze making you nervous as he stayed silent for a moment. He swallowed, licking his lips and titling his head.
“What was that?” 
“I-I said.. I don’t want to go anywhere with you” you gulped, looking away from him. Dabi simply nodded, his hand coming to caress your cheek delicately, but his face expression remained stoic. Not even a hint of softness in those eyes as usual, it made you uncomfortable.
“After everything I’ve done for you..” he says softly, his thumb brushing on your lower lip. “It still isn’t enough?”
His hand now grabs your chin tightly, forcing you to look at him as you yelped in fear. “Nobody out there would even piss on you if you were on fire, y’hear me? Nobody out there gives a shit about you. I am the only one who cares about you, getting you everything that nobody else ever could.. and this is how you reward me, Y/N?”
Now you felt your face getting hot from the anger, forcing yourself to get away from his grasp and slapping his hand away. 
“Reward you? I didn’t even want to be here, at all! Did you really think buying me stuff would make me love you?” you laugh, angry tears forming in your eyes at this absurdity. “I’ll never love you, Dabi. Never.”
Dabi raised his eyebrows, suddenly stopping in his tracks and just stared at you, your words ringing on his ears over and over. The room was suddenly filled with an uncomfortable silence, as Dabi froze there, empty soulless eyes gazing at you. You suddenly felt like you couldn’t breathe, his intimidating gaze suffocating you, making you feel small and weak. Then his eyes darkened, a smirk appearing on his face, but it wasn’t his usual flirtatious one, which you suddenly wish it was. 
“Is that so?” he grunted, his tall figure looming over yours. “You really hate me this bad huh? Heh, figured..” he says, faking a hurt tone in his voice. Or maybe he wasn’t actually faking, maybe your words really cut deep in his dead cold heart, who knows..
“Alright then, since ya wanna get away from me so bad..” he proceeds to grab the keys of the door, throwing them to you. “Get out.”
You stare at him for a moment, eyes wide in shock, not believing what he was saying. “W-What?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself woman. Get. Out.” he snaps. You swallowed nervously, shaky hands grabbing the keys of the front door, the only way out of this, towards your freedom. Dabi leaned against the wall, amused even, watching you walking towards the door. Then his voice made itself known again. 
“But..”
There are always “but’s”, you should’ve known it from a man like him. You didn’t really think it would be that easy for you to get out of here.
“You have approximately 20 seconds to get out of this dingy building, love. I’ll count, don’t worry..” Dabi chuckled. “In case I hit 20, and I still see your pretty ass wandering around, not out of the building..” he licked his lips, humming. “Mm let’s just say, you ain’t gonna like the consequences of losing this little game”
Your breath hitches on your throat, your hands sweating and tears forming in your eyes. He was wicked, playing this game of cat and mouse as you sat there, terrified. 
“You want your freedom sweet thing? Earn it.” Dabi said harshly, hands on his pockets as he smiled lazily at you.
“One..”
You yelped in fear as he started counting, and you weren’t even close at the door yet. Dabi’s apartment was on the third floor, so it will take you a good time to get down the stairs. Your shaky hands immediately went for the keys, trying to unlock the door and cursing through your teeth as you barely sticked the key inside.
“Two..”
The door finally opened. You let out a relieved breath as you started running down the stairs, as fast as you could. Being locked inside for a long time, without properly walking or running outside, made it difficult for you to run fast now. But this was your only chance to escape, and no way in hell you’d accept losing it.
“…eight, nine..”
Dabi’s voice was now louder, raising it on purpose so it could be heard down to the first floor. The building was abandoned, that’s why he specifically chose it as his personal hideout. You were finally on floor zero, now the only thing left to do was pull the heavy metallic door of the building and finally get out. 
If only that was as easy..
Your weak hands grabbed the door handle, pulling as much as you could but no avail. The door simply creaked loudly but it barely even moved.
“… thirteen, fourteen..”
“N-No.. no shit.. shit!” You cursed through your teeth, tears forming in your eyes and heart pounding out of your chest. Dabi was close to 20 and the door was not even opening. At all. You groaned in frustration as your hands hurt from pulling the metallic handle, gasping hard as panic was taking over your body. “Come on..” you whined at the door which refused to move.
“…seventeen..”
It was useless. If Dabi came looking for you, he’d definitely see you pathetically trying to open the door. His words rang through your mind, what would possibly happen if he saw you? Without thinking twice you figured it was best to hide. The building had some sort of basement, where the boiler and many useless things like containers, random boxes, old furniture were dumped there as well. 
“Twenty.. ready or not here I come~” Dabi chirped out almost excitedly, like some kid enjoying a game at the park. But the smile on his face was nothing but happy, it was devilish and wicked, fangs ready like a predator hunting its prey. His steps were slow and heavy, as if he was taking his sweet time to come downstairs and get you, while you immediately ran for the basement, trying to be as quiet as possible, hiding inside what seemed an old wardrobe. Hands clasping your mouth, you held your breath, your heartbeat so loud even Dabi might hear them. The tears rolled freely down your cheeks, utterly terrified at the thought of him finding you. You’d never seen him this scary, almost psychotic, he’d always be sweet and a bit forceful towards you but that was all. He tolerated you, a lot. And you fucked up by saying those words.
“Now, now..” Dabi clicked his tongue, eyeing the building’s creaky door barely opened and chuckling to himself, already knowing how weak you are. “I don’t think my little mouse has really escaped, has she? Too bad..”. He headed for the basement, slowly going down the stairs, not bothering to get any flashlight as he could perfectly see in the dark. Your fingers digged on your cheeks, barely breathing and trying your best to not let out any sound at all. Pathetic of you to believe that he wouldn’t actually find you here..
“Y/N..” he said threateningly. “You do know you broke this man’s heart, don’t ya? So mean and selfish you are..” Dabi exclaimed, with only one kick he pushed  some of the furniture away with his foot, the loud noise echoing in your ears. “So cruel..” he now kicked at the boxes around, making a mess.
“After everything that I did for you..” he now stops in front of the wardrobe, his grin wide and eyes flaring. You froze in your place, not even breathing at all as he came closer. “If you won’t love me.. then I’ll make you fear me”
With a harsh movement he opened the wardrobe, the door almost breaking as you let out a shriek, crawling on the opposite side while he giggled maniacally.
“There you are-”
His hand pulled you roughly by your hair out of the closet while you screamed for him to stop. 
“-little bitch” 
With ease he managed to get you up on your feet, and then forcefully throwing you and slamming you on an old wooden table nearby, which resulted in it breaking in the process. Pieces of wood managed to pierce through your skin and making you bleed. Too weak to even stand up, you crawled away from him. Unfazed, he approached towards you, his leather boot stepping on your head as he leaned down, smiling mischievously while you whined in pain.
“Gave you a chance and you blew it away..” he whispered. “Thought you hated me so much you’d have been out by now.. but nah, seems like you wanted this, can’t get away that easily from me huh..”
He pulled you up by your hair again, this time throwing you on an old couch like a ragdoll. You tried to catch your breath, looking up at him with your teary terrified eyes.
“P-Please.. stop, I’m sorry.. I-I didn’t mean it.. Dabi plea-”
His hot palm striked on your cheek hard, almost making you pass out at the brutal force of his slap. And another one on your other cheek, making them all red and puffy with his handprints on them, and your face burned. 
“Ungrateful sluts like you need discipline..” he laughs, hands unbuckling his belt immediately. “And I’m more than happy to give that to ya. Now turn around..before I fucking make you”
Not saying any further words, you slowly turned around on your hands and knees, sobbing quietly as he placed himself behind you.
“Ass up.”
You arched your back enough, face down on the dirty couch and your ass shamefully on display, perfect view for him. Burning off your underwear, his hot hand came down your asscheek hard, making you flinch and scream in pain. 
“Gonna turn you into a little painslut..” another hard smack on the other cheek. “My painslut. Cause it seems you don’t need my love at all..” 
Without a single warning his throbbing cock shoved forcefully between your velvety walls, the pain taking the air out of your lungs completely, no preparation at all, as your mouth fell open, but no scream manage to came out of it. 
“D-Dabi.. please stop! It hurts!” you finally manage to say, letting out choked sobs as he pumped into you a few more times. Dabi fucked you only twice, the first time taking your virginity. In both times Dabi was in fact passionate, gentle and caring, making sure you were feeling good even though you’d try to hide it. But now.. now it was completely the opposite, you were terrified at the man behind you, now realizing how much you’ve underestimated him and taking his kindness for granted. 
“Hurts, hah? Gonna hurt you real good, just the way you hurt me..” he spits hatefully, gripping on your asscheek harshly and heating his hand up, to the point you started to feel the burn piercing through your skin, totally paralyzing you from the behind at the unbearable pain that he inflicted on you. That would definitely leave a nasty scar, just like the many other ones he’d leave on you this night. 
“You’re mine, got that?” he whispers in your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck while the brutal movements of his hips thrusted in and out of you. “You belong to me, you were born for me, pretty girl. You were born for me to break you and brand you, my sweet little doll..” You felt dizzy, your body aching and sore to the point all you could do is babble incoherently at his words as he fucked you dumb.
“Fear me, love. Hate me.. say it, c’mon. Tell your man how much you hate him!” he shouted, his hips trembling as he was close to cumming. “Tell me you hate me!”
“H-Hate you.. I hate you..” you stuttered, choking on your own tears. “S-so much.. aaah I hate you!” 
“That’s it- oh fuck” he groaned loudly as he came hard deep inside of you, painting your walls white as his seed leaked down your trembling thighs. “Ngh- such good pussy- all mine!”
After a few more pumps, he finally pulled out of you as he enjoyed the view in front of him; you totally fucked out, your body wounded and bloody as pearly cum leaked slowly down your thighs. Fixing his pants, he patted your head gently before heading for the stairs.
“I expect you to come upstairs within 10 minutes.. crawl if you have to..” he smirked as you whined in desperation for him to come get you. Dabi would be lying if he said he didn’t feel bad about doing this to you, for treating you this way, but he had already made up his mind to discipline you real good. That’s the only way you’d listen to him, and maybe one day, even love him too. 
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