Moonchild701 - *❀*MoonChild701*❀*⭒ᓚᘏᗢ⭒

Howling, barking, gnashing, clawing at the walls holy fuck

Sukuna/PyramidHead

Last one for that trend 🤗

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Mirror, Mirror, Brat Tamer

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: You are a brat. This is known, and there's no changing that anytime soon.

Dabi loves trying to fuck it out of you anyway, even if he wouldn't have you any other way.

Pairing: Dabi/F!Reader

Content Warning: Mirror Sex Rough Sex, Daddy Kink, Cockwarming, Dacryphilia, Praise Kink, Orgasm Control, Light Spanking, Begging, Creampie, Body Worship, Light Dom/Sub, Brat Tamer Dabi, Brat Reader, Submissive Reader, Dabi has Genital Piercings

Word Count: 5K

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: So this is a rewrite basically, kinda, since it's the same as my ShigaDabi fic by the same name in Ao3, just altered to suit.

My Ao3 is the same username if you wanna go there

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There are many ways one could describe you. A menace, a gremlin, a brat. And you could attest to being those things occasionally.

Like today, when you decided to tease your boyfriend but then step just out of reach of scarred and stapled hands, grinning impishly as you did so, or pouting and complaining about Kurogiri not getting the right snacks, then ignoring your boyfriend telling you to knock it off, only apologizing after seeing the genuine displeassure on your partner's face, you could admit you were being a brat.

And you revel in being a brat, because being a brat gets you fucked stupid.

But you wouldn't exactly describe yourself as shy. You aren't timid, though maybe a bit reclusive and withdrawn, but you're not really shy.

Though there's something about being exposed and spread wide in front of a mirror that makes you shy away. You've had sex in front of a mirror before, but you mainly just saw your face or side profile, and even then you're usually distracted enough to not be that embarrassed.

This though, was very different.

Sitting on Dabi's lap is different in front of a mirror. Both of you completely naked, Dabi's hands holding your legs spread wide, showing your cock-stuffed cunt, his dick half hard yet still thick enough to spread you open, your face and chest flushed, brows pinched and eyes averted; only catching glimpses of the way you look in Dabi's lap by accident, the way your pussy lips are puffy and soaked in your slick, leaking around him, and you bite your lip in embarrassment.

This wasn't the plan.

You thought you'd be thrown onto the bed and fucked into oblivion until you sobbed, just how you liked it but no. After opening you up slowly, meticulously, on slick, long, heated fingers, edging you three fucking times, then sitting you on his cock, Dabi sat at the edge of the bed, holding you in his lap, fingers digging into the meat of your thighs to spread and torture you.

Dabi has you just sitting on his cock, not moving, not doing anything, while you leak around him like a fucking faucet, pussy throbbing from the teasing neglect. Just a warm hole for him to use.

"Such a pretty cock warmer, yeah?" Dabi says, grinning roguishly as he gives your thighs a quick, heated squeeze, spreading you impossibly further.

Your eyes clench shut as you bite the inside of your cheek to fight off the quiet whimper threatening to come out of your mouth, your fingers digging into the sheets beside Dabi's hips. You regret not begging when you should've. Why did you have to be such a stubborn fucking brat?!

"Not gonna look?" Azure eyes trained on your face in the mirror, he noses at your neck, murmuring. "Don't be shy baby, I'm just showin' you how good you look warmin' my cock for me, hm?"

You know this is both a punishment and a game. You've been a little extra mouthy and bratty to Dabi lately, so maybe this is what you get for being a little shit. To sit on his cock and be the good little hole that you are, warm and pliant. You try to shift, to get even the tiniest bit of friction, but your eyes crack open when the grip on your thighs tighten, definitely leaving pretty bruises in their wake, stilling you.

Catching a glimpse of your body in the mirror, you see how still you're being held, the exception being your heaving chest; your tits moving with every breath. You want to look away, but you catch Dabi's gaze through the mirror.

Dabi lets out a pleased, "Mmm, there we go.", when you finally look up into the mirror without averting your gaze again. "So fuckin' pretty." He breathes, mismatched lips pressing kisses into your neck, lidded gaze focused on you.

You quickly run out of the little patience you had. You don't want to just sit here, being teased and humiliated, not even allowed to touch yourself. It's not fair.

"Fuck me." You finally demand, voice shaky. Your hand grips at Dabi's thigh, your eyes hot and sharp. You just want to be fucked stupid dammit!

"No." Dabi says flatly, holding your gaze, eyes level and focused.

The refusal makes you go rigid for a second before your lips start to wobble, eyes shining with unshed tears.

"That's not how we ask for things." Dabi murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple as he sees the desperate expression on your face, before continuing. "My little brat needs to learn to behave. Learn some fuckin' manners."

You whimper as you try in vain yet again to grind down on the hot cock seated inside you, the most you manage is clenching around him.

"Mm, you just keep tryin' to suck me in. Tryna milk me?" You let out a moan at that, both of you feeling the way your walls tighten around the hardening cock inside you and Dabi's grin is sharp.

Dabi kisses, mouths and bites at the nape of your neck hungrily, his cock giving an enthusiastic throb as your hole twitches around him. Stuffed and untouched, with just his words and kisses, you feel like you could come with just a single touch to your clit, or even some friction.

Finally fully hard, nestled right up against your cervix, you feel your control and sanity about to snap.

You really just need to be pounded into the fucking bed.

"Please, Dabi. I'll behave, I'll—hnn— I'll be good, just fuck me, plea-se.", you beg, voice cracking as you whine and wiggle in Dabi's grasp but not able to move as much as you would like.

Dabi, being the tease and bastard that he is, doesn't give you what you want just yet, despite his cock giving an eager pulse, the sound of you begging too fucking good, going straight to his dick. You whimper and cry, saying whatever you need to, to make Dabi want to fuck you, losing your shame, but you still don't get what you want yet; Dabi just watches, massaging your thighs and chuckling lowly as your eyes well up with tears.

"Alright, Love." He finally gives in; his baby was so very polite and adorable after all. Lowering your legs between his, making you keep your thighs together, still sitting perfectly in his lap, he asks, "Think you've learned your lesson, Doll?"

Yeah, when I've been a brat but wanna get fucked asap, beg and ask for forgiveness asap! You nod obediently, outwardly docile and innocent; complacent.

Muttering "Use your words, and remember your manners." into the skin just below your ear, eyes pinning you in place, Dabi rubs his thumbs in circles where they rest on your inner thighs.

"Yes, Daddy, I'm sorry." You breathe, almost panting with anticipation.

Dabi hums. It's a pleased, low sound that makes the hairs on the back of your neck raise. He presses a kiss where his lips rest, murmuring "Good girl, Y/N." lowly in your ear.

You truly thought Dabi would finally fuck you now. Fat cock fully hardened, stretching your cunt so, so good, he throbs inside the gripping heat and you feel all of it.

Every inch, every vein, every bar of steel, every single pulse of hot flesh inside you, resonating like a brand from within you, and you need to be thoroughly split in half on that cock.

Grinding your hips impatiently, you go to immediately start bouncing on his cock, already halfway up, only for Dabi's left arm to wrap around your waist, his hand gripping your side tightly and pulling you back down to his lap, forcing you down even more than before, so his cock would stay deep inside your quivering hole, dragging a shaky moan from your lips, eyes clenching shut.

Dabi's other hand holds your face, fingers pressed into your cheeks, muttering "Watch.", making you look at yourself in the mirror. The tears gathered in your eyes finally fall as you moan weakly, your eyes pleading.

"Daddy, please," you sob out a whine, your voice high as your chest heaves with a gasp, holding your own teary, gaze in the mirror.

The hand holding your side loosens enough, just for some breathing room but not to the point where you could move, while the hand on your face doesn't let go, only shifts.

Hand now gripping your chin, middle finger stroking at a pulse point, thumb rubbing at your botton lip, he breathes, "See how pretty you look, Dolly?" Your lips part, tongue darting out to lick at the thumb, before Dabi slips it in to press at the wet muscle and pressing a kiss to your cheek, tasting the salt of your tears on his lips, when he gets a small nod and sound of agreement in response.

Though Dabi wishes for a more verbal response, he knows not to push you too much, not right now. All in due time.

For now, his good girl deserves to get what she wants. Because for all that you are a brat, you're Dabi's brat, and Dabi says his good girl deserves to be spoiled, though you do have to work for it this time.

"Now, I was gonna fuck you into the bed, but you were impatient. How 'bout you be a good girl and put on a little show for me, hm?" He rumbles, fingers caressing your side, cerulean eyes hot on your skin.

You nod in response, not really even wanting to be a brat anymore, not right now. Right now you want to be a good girl, Dabi's good girl, and to be fucked, and is rewarded with another peck to the cheek.

"C'mon, stand for me, baby." Confused, you comply with Dabi's guidance, brows furrowed. The confusion is quickly ignored as the drag of the cock within you, piercings catching on your entrance, sends a shudder through you, a soft "mmf" escaping your lips.

Dabi doesn't bother to hide the borderline feral grin or gleam in his eyes, just guides you to the side of the bed.

Sitting up against the pillows, he pulls you back into his lap and in for a deep kiss, full of tongue and teeth.

Dabi licks into your mouth languidly, his tongue tasting and branding you all at once, heated hands gripping at your thighs, so close to where they're wanted but not complying, before he looks up and over your shoulder as he watches his own scarred hands grab and knead at the soft flesh of your ass possessively.

By the time he pulls away with a shiny, thin string of saliva still connecting your lips, you're a quivering mess.

Giving your ass a firm squeeze, he says, "You're gonna turn around and watch yourself bounce on my cock since you were so eager, yeah baby?" You whimper, at both the touch and the words, nodding, and after getting a pat on your ass, you quickly oblige; turning around so that your back is turned towards Dabi once again, knees bracketing scarred thighs, feeling the pulsing hardness against you.

A quick glance at your reflection makes you hesitate, a shaky sort of embarrassment washing over you.

Dabi pours some lube over his erection before running his knuckles down your back, ghosting over your ass and to your thighs. “Alright,” he breathes out, settling a hand on your hip, giving it a gentle yet firm squeeze as he guides you to lift up, “You know what to do, Doll.”

Biting your lip, you shakily lift yourself up, letting the hands on your hips guide you until you feel the tip of Dabi's cock catch against your entrance. You sink down, one hand reaching back to guide the cock in, letting out a moan as the velvety head pops inside. You try to sink down faster, take all at once, because you're ready dammit, the embarrassment fading away back into want, but the hand on your hip tightens warningly, making you slow down.

Dabi makes you take it agonizingly slow, piercings poping in one by one, sending a jolt to your nerves in the best way each time, to the point you aren't even sure how long it took, only that you let out a mix of a sigh and a whimper when you're finally fully seated again, feeling Dabi's scarred thighs flush against you. Heated hands slide up and down your sides as he kisses below your ear, whispering a soft ‘Good girl’ that makes you clench around him with a shuddering moan.

“Whenever you're ready, Love.” Dabi chuckles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before giving your hip a gentle squeeze, and leaning back, left hand remaining to just rest on your hip, thumb stroking lightly where it sits, while he props his other elbow up beside him on the pillows.

With trembling legs, you lift yourself up, till just the head is inside you, before dropping back down. You moan loud and gasping as the fat cock spears you so, so deep in this angle, the feeling of piercings dragging against your walls so torturously delicious.

The carnal craving for more sets in and with your hands planted on Dabi's knees to hold yourself steady, you quickly repeat the movement, until you're fucking yourself properly, seeing stars with every bounce, your tits bouncing and swaying with your every move. And you try. You try so, so hard to be good, to look at your reflection, because it's what your Daddy wants, and you can feel the searing gaze on you, but you can't help as your eyes roll shut as you lean your head back against Dabi's shoulder as you focus on moving, despite the burning in your thighs, because it feels so, so good.

Dabi allows you the reprieve of basking for a few moments, before he thrusts up into you as he taps at your hip bone and says, voice low in your ear, "Eyes open." On a gasping moan, you obey, peeling your eyes open, as the authority in his tone sends a shiver down your spine.

And as your eyes land on you both once more, you couldn't help but clamp down and grind.

“Dab-, Daddy,” you whine, now unable to tear your eyes away from your reflection of the way your bodies move together. Your breasts bouncing, nipples pert and neglected; and your skin seems to almost glow with the glisten of the sheen of sweat with every movement, contrasting artfully against the mosaic of Dabi's scars, skin and staples; his azure gaze electric.

“Like what you see, Gorgeous?” Dabi asks, voice practically a purr, “Fuck, squeezin' me so good, sweetheart.”

You give a panting agreement, eyes drifting to and trained on where Dabi's hand travels down over your thighs, ghosting over your weeping pussy and neglected clit but still not touching. And you feel the all consuming need to be touched, to be groped, to be claimed.

"Please" The panting, whimpering plea drips from your lips like honey, thick and so very sweet.

And Dabi can't help but tease you, can't help but want to hear you beg. "Please what, Baby?"

"Plea—ahhnn— please touch me." Is the airy whine, fingers digging into the healthy skin of scarred thighs so you have something to hold.

You get a pleased hum in response, before letting out a breathy moan when you see and feel blunt, black nails dragging over the sensitive flesh of your thighs and the crease of your groin, left hand on your hip, right hand trailing up your abdomen and chest, ghosting over your pebbled nipples, to cup your jaw, turning it towards him as mismatched lips capture yours in a deep, wet kiss, tongue stroking and teasing over your own, pulling away with a wet pop to trail down, over your jaw and throat, leaving trails of warm kisses and a hot, slick tongue licking and laving along the expanse of your neck and shoulder, leaving nips, bruises and brands in their wake; you automatically lean your head to the side to give him better access, reaching a hand back to tug at the raven locks as you continue to rock your hips as the pleasure builds and builds and you're on the edge.

Everything is too much and not enough, feeling so, so good finally having his mouth and hands on you again and you want to come but you can't, not without permission.

"Oh fuck, please, please, I—hnn— I wanna come," Dabi's teeth graze along the sensitive skin of your neck, smirk wide and feral before sucking on your pulse as his hands wander in opposite directions and you shiver at the way scarred hands look moving along your skin, all deliberate and precise.

His left hand trails over your thighs, up your abdomen, and to your tit, where he cups and kneads it before rolling the nipple between his fingers, as the other hand drags down, ghosting over your throat and other nipple, lightly pressing on your abdomen, applying pressure to his cock from outside, before splaying his fingers, petting at your slick pussy lips, all while he meets your every thrust. And you shake, panting and moaning and drooling and grinding, a string of babbled pleas spilling out as you throw your head back, eyes rolling back.

They fly open again when you feel a finger ghost over your clit, but all you can manage are gasps and breathy little pants and groans. Licking up the line of drool from your chin to the corner of your mouth, Dabi mumbles into the skin there, "C'mon, dance for me baby." He sounds amused and teasing and it shouldn't be that fucking hot.

Biting your lip, eyes unfocused and unseeing, you start bouncing again in earnest, ignoring your burning thighs, your movements less coordinated and more desperate now with you so close.

“Fuck, look how gorgeous you are, Doll,” Dabi groans, dragging your attention back to the mirror, hand roaming over your chest, alternating between your nipples, tweaking and rubbing them, and groping at the soft flesh, the other still moving over your cunt. “Love this, don't you, Baby?”

You grind and writhe on his cock, tears streaming down your cheeks, at the praise and touch, and all you can manage in response is an absent, moaning, "hnng, Uh huh.", as the coiling heat in your stomach builds and builds.

On a particular thrust, right up against your sweet spot, grasping for words, you manage to choke out, "Too—hah—too much. Please, Daddy, need to come." and when Dabi just licks the track of tears with a moan and a muttered "so fuckin' gorgeous", the sound and words going straight to your cunt, a sobbing whine rips out from your throat, "Hurts"

“Fuck, alright Sweetheart,” He groans into to your ear as he thrusts up into you, hand gripping your chest, as he finally, finally strokes a finger over your clit firmly, growling, “I got you, Baby.  Come for me.”

You get a last glimpse of yourself in the mirror, shaking, your face going slack, before you come with a sob, your head thrown back against Dabi's shoulder as your body stills and locks up; a string of babbled 'fuck, fuck, fuck, thank you, thank you, thank you's spilling from your lips, your mind whiting out. Distantly, you think you hear Dabi say something, something like a praise or a swear, could hear him moan while he continues to fuck up into you and use you, whispering against your ear how good you are, dragging out your orgasm, to the point it feels like your brain is oozing out of your cunt with every thrust.

Just as you're coming down from your own high, blinking away black dots, you see Dabi's eyes roll shut, his lips parted as he tenses and buries himself inside of you to the hilt as he comes with a deep groan. Letting out a breathy, whiny moan at the overload that is that sight, sound and feeling, you roll your hips and clamp down as you continue to be pumped full of thick, hot come, feeling thoroughly branded as you milk him.

Panting and dazed, mind slowly coming back to focus, your gaze rakes over your reflection. From flushed cheeks, to your own heaving chest, to where you're still connected and where you could see Dabi was still shallowly thrusting in and out of you, still half hard and creamy come spilling out the sides, before stilling, just buried and stuffing you full as you collect your breaths.

Dabi shifts to get the bottle of water from the nightstand, opening it and pressing it to your lips, coaxing you to drink and you oblige. When you're done, after drinking half, Dabi drains the rest, shifting again to put it back beside the bed.

But in his shifting, he jostles you, unknowingly making his halfhard cock grind against your sensitive walls and you startle at the jolt to your nerves.

Already not being able to really take your eyes off of your reflection, the stimulation makes your mind blank.

Dabi presses a kiss to your shoulder before settling his hands on your waist to lift you, to finally give you rest and love and care.

Swallowing dryly, you feel another wave of want wash over you.

You shouldn't.

You're tired, sore and full, but you want.

And you are a brat at heart. A cock dumb, greedy brat, and you want more.

Without thinking, you reach down to press a hand to your stomach, moaning as you could feel his cock move with the instinctive twitch of his hips, then trail down to where you're connected, rubbing at your joint flesh, fingertips now covered in your sticky juices, before pulling away, getting a questioning sound from Dabi.

Biting your lip, your gaze travels back towards the mirror as you again let your eyes drag over your bodies. With a small hum, you give a small roll of your hips, startling a quiet curse out of Dabi.

Your eyes meet in the mirror, Dabi scanning your expression. When all you do is bring your come soaked fingers up to suck and lap at them, hunger, want and pleading painted clearly on your face, he gives a sharp, wolfish grin in return.

Taking that as the assent it is, you tangle the fingers of your other hand in his hair and quickly turn your head so your lips could meet in a searing kiss. You feel Dabi immediately reciprocate, scarred hands fisted in your hair and roaming and groping along your flushed skin; slick, hot tongue laving over your lips before licking into your mouth, tasting himself, and you melt.

You feel his cock grow hard again within you, pulsing and twitching, and your legs go weak.

"Tell me what you want, Sweetheart. I'll give it to you.", Dabi murmurs against your lips, voice husky and reverent.

Eyes wide and pleading, looking hopeful and like you might cry again if you don't get what you want, you whisper, "Fuck me into the bed?"

Heated hands tighten in your hair and on your waist as Dabi wordlessly growls low in his throat, pulling you in for another firm kiss, before manhandling and maneuvering you, pulling you off of his cock with a squelch, and bending you over, pressing you into the bed.

On your chest and forearms, cheek pressed to the sheets, ass in the air, you shake with anticipation.

You hum a moan as Dabi rubs a thumb against your abused cunt almost possessively, stretching it and rubbing the spilling come into your slit like a claim, as he settles himself on his knees behind you.

Dabi slides both palms up your thighs and over the curve of your ass reverently, giving them a squeeze before his right palm meets flesh with a quick and sharp smack, just to watch it jiggle, dragging a gasping moan from you as you writhe at the sweet sting, hands fisting the sheets.

Kneading the stinging flesh soothingly, he spreads you, spitting right onto your twitching hole, the saliva mixing and dripping with the smeared spend. you gasp at the contrasting feeling, hips now swaying tantilizingly as you feel your arousal trickle down your thighs.

Left hand on your asscheek, spreading you open for him and gripping his length in the other, Dabi taps the head of his cock on your hole, not pushing in, just teasing it, rubbing against your folds and smearing the cum and slick there. At your hips pushing back, trying to get his cock in, and your sweet whining, Dabi presses just the head in.

And he gets exactly what he wants.

"Please, please, please, Daddy, more—", is the whining plea he's rewarded with for his patience, your voice laboured and so very wanton.

Your waist in a firm grip between his hands, Dabi presses in and out slowly, piercings dragging deliciously along your walls, and you moan long and low, before your voice chokes off in a gasp as Dabi snaps his hips foward again, flush against you.

As Dabi grinds into you there, you look up, at the mirror you momentarily forgot about, and you can't help but to clench around the fat cock splitting you, moaning out a breathy giggle in delirious pleasure at the sight.

Head thrown back in ecstasy, the column of his scarred, pretty neck bared, jaw clenched and sharp, muscles and abs taut, healthy skin, flushed and glistening with the sheen of sweat, contrasting prettily against the dark scars; staples gleaming in the light, and hands possessively gripping you, Dabi looks downright divine.

And when turquoise eyes open and pierce into you with a predatory grin, it should've prepared you for the next sharp thrust, but it didn't, and you gasp, eyes fixed on the sight of Dabi speeding up, drilling into you; your eyes roll back as all coherent thoughts are fucked right out of you, cock slamming straight into your cervix at a steady pace, a string of muttered 'yes, yes, yes's slightly muffled by the sheets, spilling from your drooling mouth.

Wanting to drag it out, Dabi slows down; fucks you hard and so very deep, dragging slowly out and quickly back in, over and over, grunting and moaning and groaning how good you feel, how nice and tight you are, how well you take him, how you're such a good girl for him, how fucking gorgeous you look, all as you sob and gasp and writhe under him at the sweet torture, clawing and grasping at the sheets like a life line; your body not knowing if it wants to run from the overwhelming pleasure or grind back against him for more, as your pussy flutters and gushes around him, creating a small pool of slick beneath you.

The sight of your back arched delectably, scattered markings on skin gleaming with sweat, and ass jiggling with every thrust, paired with usually fierce eyes, now soft, glistening gems, unfocused with lust and lost in pleasure, peaking through the curtain of hair splayed out like tendrils of silk, and kiss swollen lips parted, moaning and drooling, is ethereal and is almost Dabi's undoing. And it could very well still be. His hips jerk and speed up with wild abandon, pistoning into the pliant body beneath him, pounding you into the bed like you wanted, while pulling you back to meet his every thrust, as he watches the white, frothy ring of mixed come, lube and slick pool at the base of his cock and your hole.

If Dabi were to look up at your reflection, he would see a borderline beast, ravishing his meal with all the ferver of a starving wolf, eyes wild and teeth gritted in a feral mix of a snarl and a grin.

And when you clamp down on him like you never want him anywhere else ever again, cunt spasming and sucking him in on every thrust as you come untouched with a cry, soaking the sheets, Dabi can't help but follow, falling and curling over your back, left hand still gripping your waist, right holding his weight up, burying his face into the crook of your neck and his cock deep and grinding, painting your insides white yet again with a deep, gutural moan.

You stay like that, with Dabi inside you, his face in your neck, panting and basking in the afterglow for a few moments, before he presses a kiss to one of the marks left there on your neck and sits up.

He sighs almost dreamily as he takes in the sight of small shivers and aftershocks wracking your body, your pussy stretched and puffy around him, before slowly pulling out, shamelessly admiring the way his come drips out of the gaping hole, clenching around nothing, like it needs to be constantly filled.

He collects the dripping spend on two fingers before pushing it back in, getting a weak moan in response. Though, he pulls away after a few seconds, allowing his Doll reprieve, wiping his hands on the already dirtied sheets before gently turning you to the side.

You blink dazedly up at him, eyelids heavy and lips pouty. You look thoroughly, adorably fucked out, and Dabi couldn't help the soft, sappy smile that stretches across his face. And when he gets you smiling dopily up at him in response, arms stretching out to him, Dabi loves you impossibly more than he did yesterday.

He leans down to meet you, letting you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, then to your cheek, then to your eyelid, then to your forehead, before scooping you up and walking to the bathroom.

He'll get his baby nice and clean, warm and fed, then you'll go to sleep soundly in clean sheets, curled up around each other.

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Summary: Demon Dabi is summoned

Pairing: Demon!Dabi & Gen Reader

Content Warning: Drinking, Implied Death, SFW

Word Count: 666

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: Yes I did make it 666 words on purpose :D

This is for a Halloween Challenge in one of the communities here on Tumblr. I used four prompts from the challenge, plus my own for funsies, so I'll be posting every Thursday up to and including Halloween.

Prompt: Demon & Bonfire

Happy Halloween and Enjoy!💕

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The cold, dark night is made bright and warm from the bonfire in the middle of the clearing, the crackles of the orange flames joining the laughter and chatter of you and your friends in the otherwise silent woods.

As a bit of R&R, you all decided to go camping out here, and what better way to enjoy camping than sitting around the bonfire telling ghost stories, drinking and being stupid. And being stupid, you all decide to play games.

Someone brings up the tale of if you're in front of a big open flame like the bonfire, and you say a demon's name three times while throwing salt into the flames, it will appear. You may feel a presence.

Some of you call bullshit, some of you refuse to participate, some of you beg them not to do it.

They do it anyway.

The one who brought it up in the first place is the one to do it. He's of course cocky about it, because well, it's just a stupid story made up to scare people. It's not like it's actually going to work.

"Dabi" he says, all drunken confidence, with a hint of playfulness, dashing salt into the flame. "Dabi." Another dash, "Dabi.", and another.

At first, nothing happens other than the flame turning slightly more yellow. The guy laughs drunkenly, swaying on his feet.

Just as someone says, "See? Bullshit.", the entire fire extinguishes, all at once, all on it's own. You all gasp and squeak and curse, and then the fire suddenly roars to life again, bigger, brighter and a brilliant blue.

You all scream.

Among the panic, someone hears something, shushing you all.

"You guys hear that?" Her voice trembles as she hopes it was just her imagination.

But now you can hear it.

A quiet but incessant clanging of metal in the silence, gradually getting louder, faster, closer.

Until it abruptly stops.

The wind howls, the flames dance wildly, slowly forming a swirling vortex in the shape of a tornado, licks of fire lashing around it. Within it, a silhouette forms, seeming to flicker; the fire seeming to burn brighter, hotter, crackling louder. You skin twinges with the heat, beads of sweat trickle down your face and neck.

And then the fire vanishes, and in its place, there stands.....something.

With the moonlight now as your only source of light, the only things visible of your new addition are the shape of long horns curved to the sky and what seems to be staples in its face glinting in the low light of the moon,

You're all petrified. Completely unable to move with the pure terror saturating your very bones.

And then you hear a laugh.

Low and deep and dark.

Sinister.

It turns your heart to ice, your lungs to ash, your brain to slush.

You feel the blood drain from your face, the tremble of your limbs, the dryness of your mouth.

This thing is very obviously not human.

As if hearing your thoughts, it's eyes snap open, and you hear one of your friends choke on a gasp.

Blue, blue, blue.

The bright azure of his eyes are gorgeous, like looking into gems, into the fire that blazed moments ago, as they seem to glow.

That terrifying gaze traces over you all oh so slowly, slitted pupils making it that more piercing, before finally landing on you.

A flicker of that pretty blue flame comes to life again in his palm, and it illuminates his features hellishly.

The light reflects off of his staples like glitter, swaths of discolored skin contrasting against the pale, unblemished skin.

Of course, the most terrifying thing, is his smile, though it seems like a stretch to even call it that, seeming more like a baring of teeth.

Wide to the point of pulling at the staples, rows of sharp teeth on display.

It's the last thing you see before all you know is heat and pain and silence.

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you know what? Fuck you. *turns your strong and stoic and serious character into a crying, traumatized, whimpering, curled up mess in the floor*

Dabi has NOT done worse than endeavor. Like, we all have different morals and wtv bit I'd genuinely rather slaughter like 30+ people than beat n neglect my kids + wife and then front to the whole world like I'm some super awesome guy . KILL YOURSELF ENJI

Dabi is a terrible person don't get me wrong but... Better than endeavor?? Imo?? A lot of people do think murder is worse than abuse but like, I don't think so. I feel like a lot of people just don't understand the effects that abuse has on a person (ps dabi is a great example of a victim!!). All of Dabi's actions were caused by Endeavor's abuse, whether directly (like the fire, caused by enji who pushed Touya into an unstable mental state by basing his self worth on a near impossible goal, tearing it away from him, and then refusing to get him the help he needs and INSTEAD of therapy or even just being kind, he got angry with Touya and made everything even worse.) or indirectly. (Like, Dabi murdering a bunch of random people [unrelated to his goal], because of the mental and emotional issues endeavor caused in his childhood which later caused a chain of events leading him into that lifestyle.)

Abuse often causes homicidal or suicidal thoughts for victims and if they go unrecognized or untreated, sometimes people act on those urges. Now, specifically talking about Dabi, we know he's (CANONICALLY!!) not someone who enjoys killing people, but he does. If endeavor had been a half-competent parent, he wouldn't be killing people, that's what people mean when they say endeavor caused Dabi's actions.

Yeah yeah he's an adult, he's 24 (21 mentally), he should be able to deal with everything. But that's really not how it works. He was abused in childhood, watched his family be abused too, nearly died?? GOT KIDNAPPED?? (+Slept through 99% of puberty/developmental years). Found out his family never really gaf about him, had to live on the street for a hot minute, and then decided that after alllll of that, he was a lil fed up with heroes being total cockwads all the time!! (Considering he probably ran into like, 400 of them and no one helped). Every event in his life was SHIT, and it snowballed. He wasn't allowed or even offered help in his childhood, when his father easily could've gotten it 4 him considering how rich they were, so how was he supposed to just grow up n deal with it? People don't recover by getting older. People recover by getting help, but if instead of help more bad things just keep happening, you're not gonna get better!! You're gonna get worse!!

He's not an empty character, he doesn't ENJOY killing people, but a big part of the league's whole,, deal, is that sometimes you need to sacrifice people (even yourself, in the case of Twice and sortttaaa Magne) to change things. That's a lot of the reason why he does bad things, he doesn't do them cause he gets off on it. He's not an evil soul, just a lil bit mangled.

(But, I mean, I can see some part of him being indifferent to the bad people he kills, he just feels bad for their families n friends)

I'm being so fucking serious when I say my heart stuttered and I then immediately felt the other heartbeat oh my fuck I want him.

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It All Starts with a Kiss

Femme! MetalHead ShigaDabi x Femme! Reader

[TW] - Mature Content Alert 18+ ONLY PLEASE! wlw action, femme presenting reader, cunnilingus, face sitting, pet names, alcohol mentioned, smoking mention, marijuana mentioned, completely not proofread , might delete later who knows...

You leaned over the counter in your tour bus bathroom, eyes half lidded while you carefully applied your lipstick. It didn’t have to be perfect, but you liked a little control when it came to your haphazard lifestyle. Besides, you’d already screwed up your eyeliner and that was already pissing you off. When you leaned back up to inspect, however, a sharp hand grabbed your face. 

The bassist, Touya. God she was a woman. Lips constantly turned into this pouty scowl that shook you to your core and cold blue eyes that threatened to eat you alive. It made your breath hitch as she studied your face, clearly shaken by the sudden grab. A smirk played on her lips painted a charcoal black. You didn’t even hear her come in.

“You’re really layering it on tonight, dollface.” She teased mercilessly, although she was right. You didn’t usually care too much of your appearance, but tonight you’d just wanted a little something different. Touya pursed her lips together, pondering something for a moment. “Oh you also missed a little something.” 

Before you could question her she pulled you in, her lips connecting with your cheek harshly before pulling back quickly. A gasp left your lips. You looked to the mirror to see her handiwork, a bold imprint of her lips plastered on your cheek. 

“Touya!” you exclaimed. She laughed almost maniacally while she sauntered away, no doubt going to light a cigarette before the show. It was her constant goal to mark you it seemed. Honestly, you should have seen it coming. Leaving these kisses on your body was her way of claiming you in front of everyone. Sometimes it was your neck, sometimes your arms. One time she’d managed to sneak one on your inner thigh, and you didn’t even notice it until photos came out from that particular concert. 

It couldn’t have been anyone else. You stuck to a dark, almost bloody lip tint, and your other partner-in-crime never bothered to wear any kind of makeup. She claimed it was irritating to wear and simply a waste of time for her. 

Speak of the devil and she shall arrive. Tomura. Lead guitarist and certified B.I.T.C.H. She was not afraid to speak her mind. Often leaving you and Touya in awkward situations apologizing to people who’d had to endure her wrath. Tomura was vile, evil if you wanted to push it. However, she had quite the soft spot for you, the lead vocalist for your band.

 She entered your bus, a sigh leaving her lips when she didn’t immediately see you. You heard her set something down in the living area before making her way into the bedroom. Her tongue clicked when, once again, she did not see you.  

“You in here?” she called out. Of course you knew it was for you. Only the three of you resided in this bus and she passed Touya on the way in, leaving a swift kiss to her smoky lips. 

“Yes, ‘mura” You responded, still trying to remove the lipstick stain from your face. Touya must have some industrial grade paint for lipstick because this shit never washed out. You groaned and kept scrubbing. The familiar steps of Tomura closed in on you in the bathroom and a small chuckle left her lips. 

“Oh darling,” she purred, stepping toward you. “She really went for it, huh?” You just groaned again, taking your washcloth and scrubbing as hard as you could. The rest of your skin was raw around the mark. Tomura sighed and pulled your hands from your face. “You’re gonna damage your skin, darling.” she hummed, wiping a thumb over the kiss mark.

“Besides why do you wanna wipe my kiss off anyway.” A voice interrupted. You looked away from Tomura to glare at Touya, who was leaning against the doorway of your tiny bathroom. Tomura hummed and glided her slender fingers through your hair, her attention never really leaving her. 

“You ruined her makeup,” she said, a bit coldly. Touya tutted and backed out of the doorway. This allowed the three of you to join together in the bedroom. It was a conscious decision to have a tour bus with one master bedroom for the three of you to share, as well as a bunk room in the back for anyone who dared to share with the three of you. 

You walked up to Touya and pushed at her shoulder. “Why would you do this to me?” You whined. Touya sighed and pulled you back, cupping your jaw in hers. 

“Why do you hate it so much hm?” She questioned back. A blush crept up on your cheeks. You never hated it per say, but she’d never left the marks right in the middle of your face. “Do you just hate my kisses, dollface?” Touya pressed. You didn’t have a chance to defend your position before she crept kisses along your neck. She trailed over your throat when you leaned your head back submissively, and peppered them along your jaw. A hum left her lips as she closed the gap between you. She shared a breath with you, smokey and lustful, before a throat clearing turned your attention. 

“Am I just going to be left out to watch you two almost fuck each other” Tomura clicked harshly. Her attitude was much sharper than Tomuras, but her hands slid over your hips like velvet when she came behind you. She pressed herself into your back and left a gentle kiss on the back of your neck. You instinctively leaned back into her for support, feeling her bony hips wave against yours. 

“Tomura,” you whispered, already high with lust. It amused the two of them how easy you were to rile up. One moment you were whiny and yelling about your precious makeup and in seconds you were melting in their arms. 

Your head leaned back on Tomura’s shoulder, letting out a noise when Touya came back to pepper kisses along your throat. Touya latched onto your neck, determined to leave more marks on you while Tomura massaged your hips. She ran her hands back and forth over them, pressing you to grind into her. All the while she grazed her lips over your shoulder.

There was seemingly a telepathic connection between your bassist and guitarist because as Touya moved her hands to cup your breasts in her hands, Tomura slid her hands between your legs, giving a tentative rub against your clothed sex. You whined needily while they fondled you, quickly turning into a puddle for them. 

“Oh doll, that's quite a face you’re making,” Touya teased, sliding her hand under your shirt to grope you properly. Her eyebrows raised slightly in shock to find you not wearing a bra under your shirt. You opened your mouth to respond, but a breathy moan took over your words. Tomura had progressed to massaging her fingers over your protected clit. It was no mystery why your knees buckled, leaving you leaving against the guitarist for support. 

“Careful, darling,” Tomura purred, supporting your weight. “Would you like to lay down?” Her question was more of an instruction. The two of them moved to allow you to plummet onto the bed. You looked up at them and watched them lock eyes with each other. Touya smirked and grabbed Tomura’s jaw with a hand, pulling her into a kiss before you. You watched Tomura wrap her pale arms around Touya’s waist, quickly running her hands underneath her shirt. 

Touya was the first to release the kiss, only to grab a fistful of Tomura’s frosty white locks and yank them back. Tomura let out a low moan as her slender neck was exposed for Touya to take her time kissing, biting, and sucking. Touya also made sure to slip her other hand into the waistband of Tomura’s pants and grab her bottom roughly. 

You whined needily, slipping your pants off and quickly making work of your aching clit. How were you supposed to stay still with these two right in front of you? Touya noticed almost immediately, however, and hummed against Tomura’s neck. 

“Our doll is a bit lonely, wouldn’t you say?” Touya mumbled against Tomura’s neck. Tomura lolled her head to look at you, her ruby eyes almost closed with lust. 

“She sure is,” Tomura purred. “We really should help her out.” Touya let the woman go and let her walk to you, quickly positioning herself on top of you. 

Tomura pushed your hands away from yourself and, before you could complain, she pressed her lips to yours. Her tongue slid into your mouth and tangled itself with yours. She let her hands caress your body all the way down to your sex, and once she’d pushed her hand into your underwear, she pulled away from the kiss. 

“Oh my,” she mumbled, sliding two slender fingers into you. “You are so wet, love.” A moan tore its way from your throat, and she took that as a sign to start pumping her fingers into your core. Touya had since shed her clothes and made her way to the bed, making eyes contact with Tomura briefly. 

Touya crawled up onto the bed and caressed your flushed face. You don’t know when your eyes had slid shit, but they quickly opened to the contact. It was clear you were already a blubbering mess, but Touya had to ask you a question. 

“Doll,” she hummed, circling her thumb over your cheek. “How are you feeling?” It was almost a tease. She knew damn well how you were feeling, and your answer came out as a moan. Touya chuckled and bit her lip. “What do you want from me, doll?” It took you a second to answer, but Tomura slid her fingers out of you to remove your underwear, so you got a second’s reprieve. 

“Wan’ you…” you panted out, “to sit on my face?” It came out as a question, your mind quickly becoming delirious. Touya hummed, pushing your hair out of your face. 

“That what you want? Huh?” You nodded at her, pleadingly. Touya hummed again and straddled your shoulders, leaving you eye to eye with her cunt. Before she committed however, she pulled your chin up to look at her. “Three taps, doll. Three taps on my thigh if you can’t handle anymore, got it?” It was a demand. The last thing they needed was for you to suffocate, even though you’d gladly suffocate in between Touya’s thighs any day. You nodded obediently. 

Touya waited for your agreement before lowering herself over your face. You quickly latched onto her awaiting clit and lapped your tongue over her folds. She jerked and groaned out. While this was happening, Tomura had undressed as well, and positioned herself between your legs. 

Tomura threw your legs over your shoulders, her breath now stimulating your under-pleasured core. She licked her lips tentatively before swiping her tongue over your slit, causing you to moan into Touya’s cunt. Tomura parts her lips and starts to make out with your sopping folds. She sucks gently, allowing her tongue to explore the outline of your cunt. She devoured you like a woman starved. 

If it weren’t for the woman straddling your head, you might have been fucked out just from that, but you had important things to do. You suck on her clit with the desire to hear her yell out for you. You’re lapping at her furiously while holding her thighs down so she doesn’t move too much. 

You can’t see it but Touya has her head thrown back, eyes rolled shut and mouth agape as you lick and suck. Tomura would bully her if she wasn’t busy wiggling her tongue around your entrance, teasing the hole and listening to you mumble out moans. Tomura has also slid her fingers down to her own heat and started finger fucking herself just to the taste and sound of the two of you. 

Your core is already tightening, and you can feel Touya’s thighs squeezing at either side of your head. She’s grinding into your tongue as you squirm under Tomura. You suck on her sensitive clit, feeling her jerk and spasm over you. 

“Oh fuck,” Touya growls out, trying not to crush your head between her thighs. Her hips grind into you faster, wanting more friction from your tongue. You happily oblige. 

Tomura, still stationed between your thighs, also feels her impending orgasm and quickens her pace fingering herself. She takes this opportunity to shove her tongue into your quaking hole, causing you to moan loudly into Touya’s cunt. Tomura is ruthless, chasing her own orgasm while she tongue-fucks you. 

Touya is the first to finally cum, letting out a guttural moan when your tongue ministations push her over the edge. You feel her juices running down your chin and the sides of your mouth and happily lap up her cum as she rides out her orgasm on your tongue. 

Tomura is quickly behind her, curling her fingers into herself and finally feeling the tightening sensation in her belly. Of course she doesn’t use her orgasm as an excuse to not finish you. While she barrels herself into climax, she’s quickly tongueing you into your own. You end up cumming at the same time as her, your eyes rolling back into your head while your thighs shake and your core spasms. 

A pause is shared between the three of you. For just a moment you all stay completely still, letting the waves of pleasure bring you to an all time high. When you finally come to, the three of you all pull yourselves into bed. You nestle yourself in between the two of them, watching as they share a quick kiss before getting comfortable next to you, ready to shower you with all of the affection that you deserve.

@rueclfer - and part 2 <3

I saw the first pic on Pinterest a while back and it was deadass the last bit of real motivation I needed to start writing my fics and other stuff 😃

Literally the best thing ever

People have written a lot of touchy-feely pieces on this subject but I thought I’d get right to the heart of the matter