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Hoarded Treasure

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Summary: For safety, you end up in a dragon's cave. Will he let you out now though?

Pairing: Dragon Dabi/ Human Fem Reader

Content Warning: SFW(?), Being chased, Blood & Murder (side characters, not you), Kidnapping kinda, Technically Pre Slash

Word Count: 2.4k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: 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. This was the last prompt itself, so one more to go!

Prompt: Dragon & Gone Missing

Enjoy!💖

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Your breath puffs out in front of you as you run deep in the mountains.

You were on your way back home to the palace when your carriage was attacked by bandits. They looted everything and killed everyone else while you and your personal guard escaped, though he soon joined the dead while protecting you.

So now, you run for your life, because death is nipping at your heels.

You can still hear them in the distance, gradually getting closer, and you know you don't have much more time.

The night is cold, and the only light provided is from the shining full moon.

The moonlight allows you to vaguely identify a cave laying at the top of the mountain.

Anything can be in that cave, from wild animals to the feared dragon, that has been terrorizing the country for centuries, you know to live in these woods, but anything may be better than being captured by those men.

You skid to a halt as the massive cave entrance looms in front of you, yawning open like the maw of a beast. You take a second to catch your breath, head swiveling around, looking out for the criminals, or any better options, before making your way into the cave.

The entrance is cold, the walls even more so, illuminated slightly by the moon. But as you move in deeper, it isn't long until the moonlight fades, and the air around you warms, beginning to smell strongly of earth and smoke and ash.

With no source of light, you guide yourself forward with your hands along the warming walls. Your footsteps, even as soft as you try to make them, seem loud in the silent cave, but not enough to cover the sounds of something grating against stone.

You just hope it's not the men chasing you.

Even as deep within the cave as you are by now, there seems to be light reflecting along the walls not too far in front of you.

You don't know whether or not that's a good thing, but you have no choice but to go forward.

As you approach where you see the reflections, you feel the texture of the wall change. Where it was once rough stone, it is now smoothe and warm, much warmer than before, with the texture of marble; the obsidian walls shimmering with an iridescent sheen.

But then the wall itself moves.

As you creep closer, squintimg, you gasp as you realize that they're scales, moving past the tunnel you're in.

And you accept that your luck is truly horrible, because you ran from monsters disguised as men, only to run straight into a monster without that mask.

The creature slithering by can be none other than the dragon.

You can only stare in horror as the beast stills, realizing far too late that your gasp of surprise was far too loud, and the dragon is now aware of your presence.

You stagger back on weak legs as it begins to move again, faster now, turning around in a circle.

Eyes wide, you watch as the dragon turns to face you. The black scales shimmer like an oil slick, the jaw and down the entire torso, is a dark purple. The same pigmentation is beneath its blue eyes, the swirls of azure like gems with the way they shine, like flames with the way they burn into your very soul; the already slitted pupils turning to mere pins as its gaze locks onto you.

But with its head alone twice the size of your body, it can't easily crawl inside the tunnel you're in, though that brings very little comfort. It huffs out a plume of smoke, making you tremble, and then its form warps, twisting and shrinking until—

The smoke dissipates, leaving the tunnel clear to show the walls behind where the dragon once stood to be lined with torches, illuminating the area.

A man stands in the dragon's place, stalking closer as you stare in fear and confusion. The man is tall, easily a foot or two taller than you, broad and strong and entirely naked. Hair the same colour of the dragon's scales, falls artfully above the piercing turquoise of his eyes. Horns curl up from his hairline, the exact same colour and shape as the dragon's had been, and large learthery wings flutter at his back. Everything about him is large, from his broad shoulders, to his muscles, to the thick bulge between his legs.

Heavy bootfalls and clanging snap you out of it. You look back to where you came from, seeing the grinning group of men sauntering your way.

Though, with their focus on you, they don't see the dragon...man....creature in front of you, still looking at you with a hot intensity, his head cocking to the side at the new sounds.

You scramble to your feet, absolutely deciding that the creature is the better option and shuffling closer to it.

"Aww, the lil princess is an awful far bit from home, yeah? How 'bout we have some fun?" He steps forward.

A deep growl stops him in his tracks, freezing his blood.

Finally taking notice of the creature, they shift into defensive stances, swords raised.

The creature's steps are slow as he snarls at them, hands curling into claws; sharp talon like black nails glinting in the low light.

One man, the leader, barely raises his sword to attack, before his throat is ripped open with a slash, blood spraying.

He falls with a heavy thud.

You slap you hand over your mouth and swallow a scream at the swift death before you, not wanting to draw attention, because you don't know if you're safe from the same fate.

Yells of anger bounce off of the walls as the four other men charge to avenge their leader, only to be met with the same fate or worse.

You clench your eyes and jaw, and cover your ears, not wanting to witness the carnage, even as you can't help but feel relieved.

Because whatever the creature decides to do to you, you doubt it can be worse than what those men were planning.

As the last scream dies off in a wet gurgle, you slowly peel your eyes open.

You glance up to see the haunting image of his back to you, wings and tail flapping and swaying lightly, glittering in the low light, as he brings his bloody hand to his face, licking a stripe up his arm to collect a trickle of it.

A whimper escapes you at that, which draws his attention to you again and he begins to approach you.

You stumble back, raising your hand in a futile attempt to keep him back, and the dragon simply grabs your wrist in a firm but surprisingly painless grip, though it's claws do press dangerously close against your skin.

His expression is eerily blank as he moves your hand out of the way as he gets closer, and cold dread settles heavy in your gut, because oh, you're going to die.

At least this way, your dignity may stay intact.

The dragon grips your chin, tugging you forward, sharp claws digging into your jaw as he tilts your face to examine you. Fear paralyzes you, and you can only whimper quietly as the dragon peers at you.

You don't doubt that he's deciding how best to kill you. You tear up at the idea, realizing you never got to say your goodbyes, with no one to know where you are. This is so far off from your path, they'd all think you just vanished.

The dragon rumbles lowly, his expression morphing into something like satisfaction, and he begins to drag you deeper into the cave system. You scream and thrash and punch at him as hard as you can, but with your pathetic human strength, doubly so when tired, the dragon doesn't even seem mildly inconvenienced.

You go limp with defeat and begin to cry, accepting your fate. You didn't think you would actually run into the dragon in the first place, and now you have no choice but to pay for your stupidity. The only bright side of all of this is that you hadn't fallen into the hands of those men. You just know it would be much worse.

You stumble in surprise as, after several winding hallways, the dragon brings you into a part of the cave almost the size of a castle. It looks like the inside of one too, with staircases and walkways and rooms carved into the walls, illuminated by massive hearths around the room.

But most impressive is the sheer amount of gold.

The whole room is filled to the ceiling with treasures of all sorts, from golden cups and jewelry and polished weapons, to books and bolts of expensive fabric, of luxurious silks to sheepskin, not to mention the piles of currency and gemstones stacked like hills in the corner to your left.

The resulting evidence of hundreds of years of pillaging is intimidating to say the least.

The dragon sets you down in one of the dips of that sea of gold and begins rifling through the treasure. You immediately make a frankly pitiful attempt to run, but he grabs you and slams you back down with one hand, without even looking.

You stay still after that.

Watching as he paws through his treasures, you sit anxious and confused, because surely he wouldn't need some specific weapon to kill you when he himself is a weapon, but then he starts holding up gems, pieces of jewelry, and scraps of fabric to you before huffing and tossing them aside again.

You squeak as he abruptly tears off your dress as if it's parchment, and flush as all you're left in are your undergarments, all while he ignores your weak protests entirely.

The dragon takes a moment to examine your body, clawed hands trailing over your skin as you shake with fear. Then he purrs lowly, a pleased sort of sound, and moves to grab a bolt of sleek black fabric, embroidered with blue flowers almost exactly the colour of his eyes stretching up like flames.

He slices a length of the fabric with a careful claw, before beginning to drape it over you. You sit nervous and still as the dragon fusses over the fall of the fabric, pinning it in place with elaborate gold brooches.

When he's done with that, the dragon's hands flit over you as he covers you in necklaces, bracelets, anklets, rings, a gleaming crown, delicate chains draping over your shoulders and around your waist, before finishing of with a pair of dangling earrings.

And you don't understand.

Dragons are famously possessive of their hoards, after all. You should've been killed for even looking at this gold.

But, no, the dragon takes one last look at you, purrs in satisfaction and scoops you up again, before carrying you deeper into the sea of gold, coins scattering and pinging beneath his clawed feet, and then sets you down on a massive, elegantly carved throne.

The symbols carved into it tells you it's the very same one that had been stolen from the palace a hundred years ago which is jarring.

The dragon arranges your limbs into a casual, sprawled-out position, leaving you feeling uncomfortably like a doll as he stands back to examine you. He purrs so loudly it vibrates across the ground and through your body, then sits down abruptly and just… stares at you.

It takes several minutes of awkwardly sitting there, the dragon rumbling warningly every time you shift, for you to realize something.

You've been added to his hoard.

It seems absurd, as a living person and not a piece of gold, but… compared to a dragon, what is a human?

Nothing more than food or a piece of art to be admired.

And it burned to think that you don't even register as an animal to the dragon, to be slaughtered and eaten, but just some shiny coin to be added to his collection.

A pretty painting to display and admire.

And yet.

In a sort of odd way, it is somewhat....flattering....to think that something like a dragon, majestic and otherworldly as it is, near godly..... finds you pretty and precious enough to keep in his hoard.

Certainly, no human had ever thought about you like that, even as a princess. In some ways, yes, a pretty object to have and display.

But the sheer admiration, near reverence held within the beasts gaze?

It is almost intoxicating.

.....Though......

"Are you going to keep me here until I starve to death?" You whisper.

The dragon only blinks at you, probably not even understanding you.

You sigh, curling up on the plush throne, ignoring the way your heart lurches when the dragon growls at you for it, and rests your cheek on the arm of the chair as you try to get comfortable.

As an afterthought, not wanting to antagonize the dragon too much, you let your back fall into a smooth arc as the fabric slides up your thighs, which seems to appease the dragon, as he sits back with a pleased huff.

You lay there for a long time, trying to think about anything but the way the dragon stares at you.

Perhaps when it leaves to hunt, you could sneak out, or find some weapon to stab it with while it slept…. But eventually, the exertion and emotions of the day catches up with you. With nothing else to do, you fall asleep under the dragon's watchful eye.

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Perhaps if you hadn't fallen asleep, you might've seen the almost sinister smile that stretched across the beast's face.

Perhaps if you saw such a thing, you wouldn't have let your guard down.

Perhaps you might've had a chance at escaping his grasp.

But no, now that such a pretty piece has been added to his collection, he refuses to let another lay their eyes on you.

His newest piece of treasure, all for him.

No, no one else.

No one.

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In the months to come, people would scoure the lands for their beloved princess. Lost on her way home, no evidence of where she could be. All that was left was her carriage surrounded by the corpses of her guard.

In the years to come, the people of your nation, your family and friends, mourn the loss of their princess, for she was never seen again.

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Party Animal

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: At a Halloween Party, you meet the big, bad wolf, and he eats you up.

Pairing: Dabi/Fem Reader

Content Warning: Smut, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Biting, Kinda Crack, Horrible puns, Roleplay-ish, Costumes

Word Count: 3.7k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: 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: Werewolf & Halloween Party

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You and your friend are at a Halloween party, both decked out in your costumes.

She'd somehow convinced you to agree to dress up in matching costumes, but you both look hot so you're not complaining.

Black combat boots adorn your feet, white thigh high stockings beneath, leaving only a thin line of skin visible between them and the frilly red skirts of the dresses that barely cover your asses. The skirts are fluffy, with white lace tulle giving them a nice, puffed shape, while the top, white and ruffled, with black ribbons, accentuate your figures, your breasts especially; the red capes wrapped around your necks, hoods down, framing them and complimenting the red of the skirts.

The final piece for your costume is looped loosely over the crook of your elbow; a cute little purse made to look like a basket, with a pretty white bow on the handle.

Music pulsing through the house, the scents of smoke, sweat and alcohol in the air is almost too much. You haven't really drank much yet, with it being pretty early on, but you decide to head outside for a bit of time away and some fresh air.

Your friend is in good hands, hanging out and chatting with a classmate of hers, someone dressed as Spiderman, so you let her know where you're going, and you're on your way.

On the way out, you see your friend and host, Todoroki Shouto, dressed as a vampire, talking to someone you can't see, so you move on to the backdoor.

There are a few people lounging around out here, some smoking, some just chatting with drinks in their hands. The quieter atmosphere is calming, and you hum as you take a sip of your third drink of the night.

You hear the door open again behind you, but you pay it no mind, until you hear a voice next to you.

"Hey there, Little Red," His voice is husky and low, and familiar. You turn to the source of it, seeing Shouto's older brother.

Todoroki Touya.

You feel your heart stutter. You of course know him, becoming not quite friends, but more acquaintances over the time of being friends with Shouto.

And of course, you've had a pathetic little crush on him for almost as long as you've known him.

"Hey." You reply, taking in his costume.

He has black wolf ears atop his head, perfectly blending in with his wild, dyed midnight hair, and a fluffy black tail clipped to the back loop of his distressed jeans. His red and black plaid shirt is untucked, with the top buttons undone, and sleeves rolled up, giving him a subtle disheveled look, while having his tattoos along his forearms, neck and shoulders on full display; piercings shining in the low light of the convenient full moon.

You look over Touya's werewolf costume, and purse your lips. "Cute. We match....Kinda."

"I'm so glad you noticed," he says, grin fittingly wolfish. "I noticed and just wanted to take a bite."

You just know the asshole waited for you to sip at your drink to say that, because the little shit laughs when you nearly choke on your drink. You glare at him as you clear your throat, which just has Touya snickering. You huff indignantly, ready to leave before he says anymore nonsense.

But of course, he opens his mouth again.

"What, scared of the big, bad wolf?" he drawls, looming closer; eyes and teeth glinting.

You scoff, rolling your eyes, not moving and hoping he can't tell how flustered you are at his proximity. "You wish."

"Oh?" he says, all smug amusement, as he shifts close enough to whisper in your ear. "I could just eat... you... up."

You swallow thickly. The things he's saying are cheesy as hell, and a part of you finds it hilarious. But the more prominent part is focused on the way his voice sounds in your ear, the feel of his warm breath on your skin, the heat of him so close to you.

You shove at his chest, openly flustered, muttering a quiet, "Shut up", before draining the last of your cup.

Touya chuckles, trailing his knuckles lightly up your arm, before murmuring, "If I can't eat you up, I'd love to eat you out, hm?"

You look back at him incredulously, only to see him staring at you with a piercing heat; your heart pounding in your chest. Your skin prickles at the intensity held within that azure gaze.

"You're serious?" You whisper cautiously, ready to run and defenestrate yourself at any hint that this might just be a joke to embarrass you.

His brows furrow a bit in confusion. "'Course, Doll."

You give him a considering look, biting your lip, before sighing. "Fuck it. Let's go."

"Fuck yeah." he grins, lacing his fingers through yours, and tugging you back inside and toward the staircase.

You laugh softly at his antics, but let him lead the way, rolling your eyes and flipping your friend off when you hear her yell for you to "Get it, girl!"

Touya leads you up the stairs and down a long hallway, into a bedroom layered in black, blue and purple decor, though you don't get much time to actually look around, because his lips are immediately on yours.

Firm hands wrap around your hips, pulling you in for a hot, hungry kiss.

Not expecting the intensity of it, you suck in a sharp breath through your nose, tossing your basket purse to the side, before threading your fingers into his dark hair, tugging him closer. He licks the seam of your lips, and you eagerly open up, your tongues tasting each other; the bitter taste of alcohol from both of your earlier drinking adding to the heat of it.

Pulling away from the kiss, he pushes you backwards, onto the bed, making you squeak in surprise as you fall. Your feet dangle off the end, eyes blown wide as you watch Touya hover over you, holding your wrists above your head in warm hands.

"Fuck, should've done this sooner." he mutters, leaning down to capture your lips again, holding you in place with his weight.

And something about being pinned down, with no way to tug free easily, has your cunt clenching.

He nips at your lower lip, and you moan softly, before he's kissing along your jaw and down your throat. You let out little shuddering breaths and whispered curses as he takes advantage of the low cut of your dress, pulling it and your bra down below your breasts, shifting to hold both your wrists in one hand.

Humming lowly, appreciatively, he gropes your bare tits, pinching and rubbing your nipples. His hot mouth latches on to a pert bud, flicking his tongue across it before sucking.

You gasp, trying to tug your hands free as you squirm beneath him. He mercifully relents, releasing them, and you immediately tangle them in his hair.

He pulls off of the current nipple with a slick pop, switching to the other, laving it with the same attention and relishing in your sounds.

He presses a wet kiss between your breasts, before shifting down, past your clothed abdomen, and sliding off the end of the bed.

Tugging at your legs, he pulls you to the edge and spreads you wide, lifting your dress. He licks his lips as he sees that you're wearing nothing but flimsy, lace panties, leaning in.

He buries his face between your thighs, lace damp with your arousal, and he groans as he can partially taste you through the fabric where he licks a stripe up your clothed cunt. Looping his fingers through the tops of the underwear, he pulls it down swiftly, unveiling his prize.

Pretty and dripping, Touya feels his mouth water.

"Mm, needy little thing, aren't you?" He coos, gripping your thighs in warm hands.

"Fuck, hurry up," You whine, voice exactly as needy as you look.

"Don't worry, baby," Touya says, grinning, and he has a...mischievous glint to his eyes. "I'm going to huff..." he blows a breath against your dripping cunt, making you gasp, scrambling to sit up, "and puff..." another breath of hot air against you, "and blow your mind, Red."

And you can't help the snort of laughter that bubbles up, "You've got to be fucking kiddi-" you start, but quickly choke on the words when he licks up through your folds, tongue firm and hot.

He circles your clit with the tip of his tongue, before sucking on it, making you shudder and moan, pussy clenching around nothing. You reach down again to grasp dark hair, grinding your hips up against his face, as your eyes roll shut, head thrown back, when he thrusts his tongue into your cunt, deep and curling against your slick walls.

With the way he's practically making out with your pussy, tongue eager and sinful, you can already feel your orgasm approaching, your legs trembling as you clench rhythmically around Touya's tongue.

His grip on your thighs tighten momentarily, before one hand releases its hold, coming down to sink two fingers into your needy cunt along with his tongue; the burn of the stretch making your head loll back, a whiny moan bubbling out of you.

Moving up to show your clit some more love, he sucks on the swollen nub, humming against you as he pumps his fingers in and out, curling and scissoring, stretching you open for him.

"Oh, fuck." you moan breathlessly, grinding down against his fingers.

Eyes locked on you, Touya just hums against you, and the vibrations of that directly on your clit is immediately too much. You cum with a whining moan, your entire body jolting and shuddering with the shockwaves of pleasure that course through you.

You grind your cunt against Touya's face, who relishes in the movements, moaning and not letting up his ministrations, drawing out your pleasure.

When you finally slump back down, whining and twitching, you push at Touya's head when it becomes too much. He mercifully pulls away and leans back, pulling his fingers free to lap at them.

He stands up, leaning over the bed to claim your lips in a searing kiss, rolling his hips up against your core, letting you feel how hard he is. You wrap your legs around his waist, pressing closer against him and Touya groans.

"Tell me what you want, Doll. Lemme hear you say it." he mutters, nipping at your lips.

"Fuck," you whimper, dripping for it. Eyes glossy, you peer up at him. "Fuck me, please."

You move to fully strip off your dress, but Touya stops you, eyes hungry.

"I wanna fuck you in it, Dolly." his voice is husky as his hands slide up the sides of your thighs under the dress.

"Mm, hurry up," you pant, squeezing your legs harder around him, rubbing your soaking folds against his pants.

Touya leans in to bite and tug your lower lip, before nosing at your throat, a low growl in his voice. "Impatient little slut, hm?"

You moan, nodding, eyes lidded. He huffs a laugh against your neck, teeth scraping at the soft skin. He presses a hot kiss just under your jaw before pulling your legs free so he can undress.

He soaks in the deliciously desperate look on your face, gaze locked onto him as he strips off his shirt, and shoves his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock.

At the sight of him, tip coated in precum that drips down the long, thick shaft, you bite your lip, subconsciously spreading your legs a bit wider; the only thought on your mind how badly you want that cock splitting you open.

Touya smirks, slowly stroking himself, swiping his thumb over the glistening tip, making a little show of it. He can see the way you lick your lips like you want a taste, but that isn't what he wants right now, just wanting to sink into your tight heat.

You start scooting up further on the mattress to make room for him, but Touya shakes his head. Standing at the foot of the bed, he gives you a devilish smirk as he grips your ankles, tugging you down to the very edge of the bed so your ass is barely hanging off.

A hand cups the back of your left knee, pushing your leg up, and you glance down to where his hot cock presses against your entrance.

Rubbing the head of his cock along your slit, teasing through your folds, he says, amusement lacing his voice, "Howl for me, yeah Little Red?"

You barely even care about the horrible pun, purely focused on the dick not inside you yet. "Fuck, yes," you groan impatiently, wiggling your hips, trying to coax him into just fucking you.

All too pleased with himself, he chuckles at your blatant want, "Good girl," and pushes forward to fully sheathe himself in a single thrust.

Your breath hitches; the stretch deliciously intense, the thick head pressing perfectly against your most sensitive nerves. Touya groans, gripping your hips tightly, holding you at the end of the bed as he rolls his hips, soaking in feel of the tight heat enveloping his dick.

He looks down at you, speared on his cock, panting and eyes hazy, and licks his lips as he shifts his hands to your thighs, pushing them toward your abdomen, folding you as he leans forward, sinking even deeper, his hips flush against you. He starts thrusting slowly, watching his dick move in and out, shining with your slick, relishing in the filthy squelching sound accompanying each movement and the choked moans being wrung from you.

"This is what you wanted, right, baby?" he murmurs, taking in your expressions.

You just nod, panting, head feeling like it's stuffed full of cotton as you savor the feel of his sheer size as he moves, clenching around him.

His hips stutter at that, before hooking your boot clad ankles over his shoulders, and with a low growl in his throat, he leans down, palms bracing against the sheets, and starts moving faster. He pounds harder and harder into you with each thrust, drilling into you relentlessly, fucking you deep.

And all you can do is pant and moan and take it, the brutal pace punching the air out of you. Through the filthy sounds of your cunt and his borderline animalistic grunts against your throat, something in the back of your mind realizes that he has you in a mating press, fucking you so, so deep, and that thought is all it takes.

You shake with your orgasm, back arching, eyes rolling back and toes curling as you drench his cock with your heat.

He groans out a swear as you clamp down, fucking you through it, before pulling out, roughly manhandling you into going further up the bed and flipping you over. Still dazed and twitching slightly, you go easily.

Pushed onto your knees, face down, ass up, you barely even register the shift until he grips your hips in a bruising hold, pushing your legs wider. Keeping the skirt of your dress flipped up, he slams back into you with a growl, and you let out a gasping moan, back arching.

Like this, you're in the perfect position for Touya to mount you.

He pistons into you, the wet slap of skin filling the air.

"Touya!" you scream, moaning and panting as you push back to meet each movement as best you can, pussy dripping.

He groans, folding himself over you to rest his forehead against your back, crowding you into the sheets.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you chant, babbling underneath him, moving your hips back with strong rolls of your spine as you fuck yourself on Touya's cock.

"Shit," he hisses. He leans back a bit, slowing his thrusts as one hand goes to the back of your neck, pressing down hard as he grips your hip with the other hand, making your back arch further, chest pushed into the plush of the sheets as Touya sinks impossibly deeper into your hungry pussy. "So good, baby, so good."

Ignoring the sweat trickling down his temple, he uses his grip on you to force you to stay still and behave as you whimper and wriggle, because you're so fucking wet and tight, that Touya is doing his fucking best to hold off his orgasm so he can bask in the feel of your cunt for just a bit longer, taking in the obscene sounds escaping your sloppy cunt.

It's the best sound he's ever heard, just below the sweet little whimpers and gasps escaping your lips as he carves out a place for himself within you.

Picking up his pace again, he slams into you over and over again, panting. You moan and whine beneath him, almost delirious with pleasure. "Mmn, more, more, harder, Touya, harder!" you cry out.

He lets out a near feral snarl as he lets go of your neck, shifting his position just a little so that he could drive in as fast and hard and deep into your greedy body as possible, gripping your waist, and using it as a grip to help pull you against his dick with every move.

This position has his balls slapping up against your clit with every thrust, and you moan, tilting your hips to get more contact.

It feels like he's impossibly deep inside you, as if he's hitting your womb with the blunt head of his cock. You can almost imagine him forcing his way in and emptying himself inside and your cunt pulses, wanting nothing more than exactly that.

And you can't stop the way your entire body vibrates as you cum again, sobbing around a low moan as drool trickles past your lips and your cunt gushes around him. There's so much now that it's dripping down your thighs, soaking your stockings and Touya's legs, creating a filthy, wet slap that echoes around the room.

"Fuck, fuck, shit," he groans at the way your walls clench down, pussy walls fluttering around him.

And Touya doesn't stop, doesn't slow down, doesn't speed up. He just continues at the same pace, fucking you through it, prolonging it.

"Oh god, so good—hah— s-so deep—", you moan, gasping at a particularly deep stroke along your sensitive walls.

You're a twitching, moaning mess, your pussy sporadically clenching as the waves of bliss continually surge through you.

And you feel a burning need to feel him fill you up with his cum, a need for him to breed you like a sweet little bitch.

You let out a sobbing moan at that thought, shuddering almost violently when Touya leans in to lap at the soft skin of your shoulder and neck as you move, sucking little marks into your flesh. He teases his teeth along your neck, grunting and groaning at the intense pleasure still building up.

You turn your head to look back at the man pounding your drenched pussy, taking in his furrowed brows, clenched jaw and feral yet focused expression; and Touya sees how fogged over with pleasure your gaze is, how absolutely fucked out you look, your tongue lolling out of your mouth. You look fucking debauched.

He releases his hold on your hips to drape himself over your back and lean on his forearms at the sides of your head, caging you in.

"Fuck, I'm gonna—" he groans into your skin, breath warm, voice low and hot.

“Mn—hah—need your cum.” panting, your eyes roll back in your head as he speeds up; his thrusts punishing. "C-cum inside me—oh fuck—breed me, please, please, p-please—fuck—fill me up, bite me, b-breed me please—", you babble, and you can feel his cock twitching within you as he ruts into you, his hips stuttering, before he's cumming; his hot seed flooding your insides as he clamps down on the soft flesh between your neck and shoulder with a snarl.

It hurts so good, and your voice is broken when you shout Touya's name as your pussy spasms around him in a semblance of an orgasm, but it's close enough as your eyes roll back and you convulse with pleasure, moaning long and low.

"Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes—hnn—fill me up, breed me—" the string of nonsense is sobbed into the bed, sheets muffling them, tears cascading down your face and causing your vision to go blurry, as you're fucked out of your mind, just barely remembering your own name through the haze; your body trembling and shivering, cunt clamping down like a vice and milking Touya's cock for all its worth.

He groans heavily around the mouthful of flesh as he grinds shallowly into your stuffed cunt, before managing to unlatch his jaw from you and lick and press open mouthed kisses over the mark.

"Fuck yes, take it. Take my cum, fuck." He growls, lips pressed against your new mark, fucking his seed into you as deeply as he could, dragging out your highs.

He finally slows to a stop when the pleasure turns painful with overstimulation, chest heaving as he attempts to calm down; sitting back and dragging you with him until you're on his lap, face still pressed against the bed as you gasp for breath.

He laughs breathlessly at your debauched state, kneading the flesh of your ass, before easing out of your abused hole.

With his cock no longer keeping your cunt plugged, the mix of your sticky juices and his thick cum spill down your thighs, onto the bed unimpeded.

Your stockings are absolutely soaked, and your dress wasn't safe either.

You don't know how you'll be able to leave like this, but you'll figure something out. When you can remember your full name, you can figure it out.

For now, you bask in the feel of warm hands running along your body, easing out whatever tension is there, drifting off to the distant sounds of music thumping through the house.

And as you drift off, Touya's eyes take in your ravished form and he licks his teeth like a beast would it's chops. His meal was delicious.

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Blue Bonfire

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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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New ask game:

Reblog if you want your followers to tell you what your trademark ™️ is. Like, what’s that thing that really identifies you.

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Dream Demon

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: Incubus Dabi comes for a meal

Pairing: Incubus!Dabi/Human Fem Reader

Content Warning: R*pe/Noncon, Dubcon, DARK FIC, Aphrodisiacs, Incubus Dabi, Nightmares, Sleep Paralysis, Paralysis, Mutilation, Genital Mutilation, Blood, Gore

Word Count: 2.4k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: 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.

Promt: Incubus & Nightmare

As always, cross posted on AO3

Happy Halloween and Enjoy!💕

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You're used to the haunting nightmares. Of things from your past, of all sorts of horrible possibilities, of people and things that scare you, that could hurt you.

Sometimes they're so vivid and realistic, when you wake up, you mistake it for reality.

Sometimes they're so hazy and random, you can barely remember them.

Sometimes you wake up jolting upright, scream tearing from your throat, voice hoarse afterwards.

Sometimes you wake up frozen and stiff, unable to move but wide awake. Breathing is hard, and you swear you see shadows, hear whispers, feel puffs of breath on your skin, raising goosebumps in their path. You don't know what is real, what is dream, how to breathe, how to move.

It lasts mere minutes that feel like hours, and when it's done, you feel drained.

You don't know how to explain this to someone in a way they can understand, so you don't bother.

You are accustomed to it, have accepted that it's simply another aspect of your life.

And then something shifts.

At one point, you swear you see the silhouette of someone hovering over you in your paralyzed state. It was towards the end of it, for maybe two seconds, and then you could breathe and move, and the silhouette was gone.

You dismissed it as a trick of the light.

How naive.

It kept happening, for longer periods of time, randomly. Sometimes it's there, sometimes it isn't.

And now, today something changes.

It's a vivid dream, vivid nightmare, vivid memory. Something you've dreamt about and relived over and over, and nothing ever truly changes. Not the dark, the moon, nor the cold.

Except for this time.

Because this time, you feel the warm pressure on your chest.

It's almost pleasant at first. Something different, something warm in the cold loneliness and fear that usually saturate your dreams.

And then it gets warmer. And warmer. And hot. Hotter. Your very blood boils, your skin blistering, the fear of your nightmare fading to the pure terror of burning up inside out from the unknown source.

Your surroundings are so heated you can see the heatwaves in the air around you, yet your bones are cold, heavy to the point of weighing you down and pinning you to the spot. You can't move.

You try to find your voice, to scream and get this to stop, but it feels like there's a hand wrapped around your throat, blocking your air and your voice. You want to scream, to cry, but you can't.

A near blinding flash of a pale blue light forces your eyes shut instinctively, making you stumble and fall backwards, but it only lasts a second. You snap your eyes back open only to be confused and even more terrified, which you didn't think was possible.

Because though the scorching heat subsides back into a low warmth, there's someone looming over you, his hand on your throat.

A pair of glowing twin flames of blue stare at you. The slitted pupils are unnerving, the intensity of them overwhelming.

The skin below his eyes are an inky purple, almost black, and a gradient of the same colouring creeps along his jaw and cheeks, down his neck and collarbones. There's the same dark pigmentation creeping up his arms to his biceps, piercings seeming to hold the colour to pale skin. You can see more of the same colouring and piercings on his bare lower torso.

The low light illuminates the silver littering his face, body and pointed ears, and the gleam of sharp teeth in his wide grin.

Tall, sleek black horns that curl up and back from within his dark hair, and large leathery, batlike wings on his back are surely a hallucination.

The hold on your throat mercifully loosens as he leans in to whisper into your ear.

"Oh, you're going to be delicious." His voice is low, smoky and deep, the words a saccharine whisper, his warm breath hitting your cheek as he traces a short, sharp claw along your other cheek, drawing a thin line of blood.

You shudder, in both fear and something else that scares you even more, as you stare up at him when he pulls back.

He grins that wretched grin as he coos, "I can smell your interest, Sweetheart." Leaning in, his forked tongue licks up the stripe of blood on your cheek, the cut stinging. "I can taste it."

He can taste the tang of despicable arousal that mixes with your fear, and you hate yourself that bit more for it.

You try to move, try to scream, but nothing happens. Nothing moves but your eyes as they frantically look around for the nonexistent way to escape.

So lost in your terror, you don't notice him move again, until you feel the soft brush of lips along your throat; that forked tongue following the touch, hot and wet against your skin. 

His claws tear through your thin clothes with frightening ease, before heated hands start to move over your now bare body; up your sides and across your chest, toying with your nipples, while his mouth roams your skin, leaving bites and licks, and marks and bruises in its wake as he makes his way down the length of your body.

The stimulation sends betraying heat through you, down to your core. You feel yourself getting aroused, the wetness between your legs mortifying.

Yet, it is tempting. Hypnotizing.

The desire to just give yourself over to that heat, to let this creature do what he wants, make you feel good with whatever he's doing to your body, be it here in your dreams or in the waking world, is vicious and strong.

But the moment that thought barely even occurs, instead of the hands bringing soft touches and treacly pleasure, there is agony.

Searing and blinding as his claws drag slow and deep into the flesh of the sides of your thighs, yet you cannot scream. Warm blood pours out of you as the gashes weep, tears stream down your cheeks as you try and fail even to sob.

He chuckles darkly.

“How rude of me,” he murmurs, biting into your inner thigh, just enough to leave a deep bruise. “I forgot my manners. I haven’t even introduced myself. You may call me Dabi. I want to hear you scream my name, after all.”

There's no time to process what he said as your autonomy is returned, though barely. You immediately let out a ragged sob, in pain and terror, as you uselessly try to escape.

He wastes no time in going right back to playing with your body, with the places where you're sensitive. His hands alternating between pinching at your sensitive nipples and pressing along the tender edges of your wounds as he licks a stripe up your wet folds, to your clit, making you gasp, writhe, and moan.

His tongue feels like hot velvet, your cunt tingling from his aphrodisiac-laced saliva, and you can’t help but cry out his name when he slips the slick appendage into you; and you find that it feels like a curse and a plea on your tongue, your pussy dripping.

“Mmm that’s it,” he growls against your drenched heat, the sound distinctly not human. “Let me hear you scream my fucking name.”

You're delirious and disoriented as the contrasting sensations of terror, pain and pleasure writhe under your skin, soaking your brain and heart.

You let out a broken, whimpering sob as you feel something wrap around your thigh and force your legs open a little wider, tight around the gash he left there, making it bleed even more, the blood pooling beneath you.

Looking down, you notice that it's a long, spaded tail, the colour of his marks, that's holding you open for the demon. 

Because that's very obviously what this thing is. A demon.

Spread wide enough for clawed fingers to press against your—no.

No, no, no, no, NO!

You thrash and scream, but the hot hand and tail around your thighs tighten to keep you still, and clawed fingers tear their way inside, no matter how slowly they go.

The pain is blinding. Nauseating.

Pain radiates through your entire being, and the trembling and sobbing certainly don't help you, only furthering your mutilation as he spreads them wide, stretching you out.

Warmth trickles down your legs, the mixture of your previous arousal and blood soaking your skin and the surface below you.

And oh.

You forgot that that was only the entry.

You forgot to prepare yourself for the exit, and so you scream as he tears you open freshly when the fingers leave, your eyes clenched tightly, and then something much bigger presses inside your unwilling body.

That sensation paired with the pulsing pain of his tail around your injured thigh has you letting out a sobbing scream as your eyes fly open.

The sound is abruptly cut off as you wake up, with terror soaking your mind and soul, hazy with disorientation, and nothing moves but your eyes, and your throat that spasms for air. For a moment, your body is locked up and paralyzed again, feeling like a volcanic rock rests on your chest, and just as your ability to move and see clearly returns, the barely shaken terror of your nightmare slams back into you with full force.

Because it was not simply a nightmare.

If the pulsing pain coursing through you isn't evidence enough, the glow of the demon's eyes in the dark of your room as they look at you, illuminating his markings and piercings around them with the little light being cast, certainly is, and you give a broken sob.

But the sound breaks off into a traitorous moan when his hips rock into yours; your fear-saturated mind finally realizing that the pain is rapidly going away, making way for heady pleasure.

You can feel the way your skin knits back together until the only evidence left of the wounds are the blood soaked sheets, and the smear of crimson on your skin.

A low, breathless moan escapes you as Dabi rolls his hips, and you tremble and writhe beneath him for a whole different reason, as you feel how full you are of the demon's cock and the treacherously delicious stretch of your cunt around him.

Heart pounding in your ears, you feel a bead of sweat trickle down the side of your forehead as he pumps into you, slow and deep, hitting your sweet spot on every thrust; the fear and arousal swirling as one in your stomach. His pace gradually picks up, until he's fucking into you mercilessly, and your eyes roll back.

Your pleasure builds and builds, and you can do nothing to stop it, you don't even know if you truly even want it to stop, and then you feel something inside of you, alongside your approaching climax, shift.

It's a foreign sensation, like something is under your skin, tangled along your veins, moving. It doesn't hurt, but it feels strange. Your heart is racing, and you're sure that he can hear it.

You're on the edge, so, so close, and then, you feel that strange shifting thing start to crawl up; into the back of your throat, and spilling out into your mouth, though you can't taste anything on your tongue, as your orgasm crashes over you with a sob, wisps of blue spilling out from your lips. Your cunt clamps down around him as you shudder and pant.

His eyes glow a little brighter as he grins, a monstrous, depraved thing, sharp and cruel and mocking, as he coos, "Thank you for the meal." His voice is a low purr, the tone all dark pleasure he leans in close, bracing his weight on one arm, his other hand catching your chin and forcing your mouth open, as his hips slow to a deep roll. Your fear spikes sharper as you once again can't move, as the thought that this man, this thing, is going to kiss you, and your eyes sting with tears, as though he hasn't already taken your body.

But no, he simply leans in close, enough for your noses to brush.

You see a faintly glowing blue cloud of mist pour out from between your lips, almost the same shade as his eyes, as he opens his mouth, sharp fangs bared, shotgunning it, and you can do nothing but lay there in your terrified confusion and let him do what he wants to you, whatever it is he's doing to you.

He groans, deep and guttural, as he swallows the mist, his hips moving a little rougher. You're sensitive and overstimulated, a whine stuck in your immobile throat.

You feel his cock twitch within you, his eyes rolling shut as he spills his release deep inside you, filling you with his hot cum; a confusing heat settling into the skin of your lower abdomen.

And when the fog finally stops pouring from your lips, and he gets his fill, he smiles; indulging in your fear and whatever he just took from you, be that the fear itself, your nightmare or your very soul.

You take a shuddering breath as control of your limbs comes back to you, but they feel like lead and you still can't make yourself move.

Glancing down, your breath hitches as you see the cause for the heated sensation in your abdomen.

Just below your navel, above where the monster's cock is still buried inside of you, is an intricate mark, a tattoo, the colour of his eyes etched into your skin, and your tears finally fall, because deep down, you know what it means.

Branding you as his, there is no escape.

And you want to fight, to scream, to do something, but exhaustion is taking a hold on you.

"Go to sleep," he instructs, his voice is a whisper, yet seems to echo, and you struggle to keep your eyes open. A futile effort, as you don't manage anything else before the dark is swallowing you back up in a blissfully dreamless slumber.

The last thing you hear is his haunting voice chuckling,

"Time for seconds." 

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Do you know? Do you know how Painful it is? To come onto this lil fucker of a site? And see every and all things 🍁Fall🍁 and 🎃Halloween🎃. While loving the thought and concept of those things. And never having experienced it and probs never will, bc I live in the CARIBBEAN WHERE ALL WE HAVE IS THE SCORCHING SUN OR POURING RAIN AND WE DON'T CELEBRATE HALLOWEEN !?!?!?!

THE MOST WE GET ARE HALLOWEEN COSTUME PARTIES THAT ARE THE EXACT SAME AS REGULAR PARTIES HERE BUT DRESSED A LIL EXTRA AND SOMETIMES A HAUNTED HOUSE

AND YEAH THEY'RE FUN BUT I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO GO TRICK OR TREATING DAMMIT

BUT NO. THE CLOSEST THING IS SITTING AND WATCHING OLD HALLOWEEN DISNEY MOVIES

AND APPARENTLY IN THE RICHER PART OF MY COUNTRY WHERE A FEW WHITE PPL MIGHT'VE MOVED HERE, THEY HAVE LIL TRICK OR TREAT THINGS FOR THE NEIGHBORHOOD KIDS??? BUT ALSO IT'S TOO MF DANGEROUS TO DO THAT ANYWHERE ELSE SO WHAT CAN I DO BUT SOB INTO MY PILLOW!?!?

THIS IS MY THOUGHT PROCESS EVERY MF YEAR BC I JUST LOOK AT STUFF ONLINE AND SIGH WISTFULLY BC I'M NEVER EXPERIENCING THAT.

MY TIME IS UP.

IK PPL ARE GONNA SAY IT'S NEVER TO LATE BUT I WANTED TO DO IT WHEN I WAS A CHILD TOO DAMMIT

Anyways, Happy October ✌🏾🎃

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Finders Keepers

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: Dabi finds you knocked out in an alley at the end of your patrol. You're pretty, so he decides to keep you.

Pairing: Dabi/Hero Fem Reader

Content Warning: Noncon/Dubcon, Kidnapping, Nonconsensual Bondage. Spanking, Cunnilingus, Choking, Self Deprecation, Victim Blaming, Degradation, Mind Break, No use of Y/N

Word Count: 4.8k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: We're switching it now! :D

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You groan when you come to, head pounding as a dull ache pulses across your body. You attempt to move your arm to your head, to at least try to ease the pain there.

Except, you can't move your arm.

What the fuck?

Tugging harder, your eyes snap open to find that your arms are restrained above your head in tight ropes. They dig into the soft skin of your arms, creating harsh red lines as you thrash in your restraints.

Your eyes quickly scan around the room, finding it unfamiliar. Though the room is dark, you can vaguely make out a bed in the corner of the room, with plain sheets covering it, and a small wooden dresser next to it. Other than that, the room is bare.

You try to stand properly, to plant your feet firmly, but the position of your arms doesn't allow for more than the tips of your toes to touch the floor. You shiver as the cool air causes goosebumps to rise across your skin. At some point, your clothes had been removed, leaving you in only your underwear.

You try to remember what the hell happened and how you ended up here... you remember being on patrol, and stopping a mugging, the victim running for safety. Then a thud and pain as your vision blurred while the mugger lifted your head, makimg you look into piercing, golden eyes and everything goes foggy after that. You believe he made his escape after that, and you think you vaguely remember another pair of piercing eyes on you; a pretty blue.

But then you let out a soft curse as you remember that it was at the end of your patrol, and no one would really know something is wrong until the next day, because you already signed out on your comms; the mugging just happened to occur right after that, on your way home, and it's not like you could just let it happen.

Fuck.

You grunt in annoyance, panic beginning to bubble up in your chest. Who the hell kidnapped you and what did they want? The numerous senarios flashes through your mind, none of them pleasant as you're both a Hero and woman.

Neither of those things were a good thing to be when kidnapped, but together is worse, especially when you can't use your quirk for whatever reason.

They probably injected you with supressants......

Just as you were about to try to pull on the rope again, the door to the room slammed open, smacking harshly against the wall. You flinch at the sudden sound, and the fluorescent light that floods the room after a sharp click, sensitive eyes shutting at the brightness.

And as much as you tried not to, you felt a trickle of fear go down your spine as you shook.

Get it together!, you mentaly reprimand yourself.

You try to activate your quirk again, in vain, you know, and as expected, nothing happened. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Finally awake, I see. You tryna use your quirk, Sweetheart? Cute~." a husky voice coos mockingly; menacingly. You squint your eyes open, narrowing them at the figure as they shut the door behind them, before strolling further into the room.

"Don't bother tryin', Dolly. I injected you with enough quirk cancellin' serum to last....a while." His grin is sharp and dangerous, and you supress a whimper at now knowing just who has you captive.

Tall, healthy skin contrasting against the dark burn scars, secured by silver staples, and tousled midnight hair falling over pretty cerulean eyes...

The villain Dabi.

You've been captured by the League of Villains, and no one has any way of knowing, especially not for a while.

Fuck.

As much as you fear your situation and fate, you refuse to show it, glaring at the villain, waiting for his next move, which just makes him smile wider staples tugging at the edges. You need to be ready for anything... there's obviously a reason they brought you here, right? But you had not an inkling of what it could be, because you've never actually interacted with any of them, only knowing who Dabi is because of his prolific rapsheet and defining looks.

It's hard to miss the scars, obviously.

You silently debate with yourself on whether or not to just ask, before deciding why not. It's not like it would actually change your situation.

"Why did the League take me? I've never had anything to do with you..." you ask warily, eyes trained on the villain as he stalks closer.

Now standing directly in front of your bound figure, his smirk softens. He grabs your face, fingers pressed into your cheeks teasingly, turning your head side to side, inspecting, making you freeze, your eyes wide on him.

"I did."

You almost didn't catch his murmured words, but when they process, it just confuses you even more.

"What?"

Piercing, azure eyes meet yours, hot and calculating.

You stare back helplessly into the villains eyes, as he says, "I took you. The League has nothin' to do with this." His voice low, thumb rubbing at your cheek, as he tilts his head. "They don't even know you're here."

Your heart rate quickens, because you don't know if that's better or worse.

"T-Then why—" You silently curse yourself for letting the nervous stutter slip, but you're quickly distracted.

You get your answer.

He releases his hold on your face to slide the hand down to tilt your chin up gently, his middle finger stroking over a pulse point, thumb rubbing at your botton lip, as the other hand brushes up your side, ghosting over the skin there, and he breathes, gaze locked on yours, "You're fuckin' gorgeous, Sweetheart. I just had to have you." Your lips part in shock as your breath hitches.

Ah. He's crazy.

You don't want to be here, you want to be home, curled up warm and happy in the softness of your bed.

Fear washes over you, cold and consuming, and you have to blink away the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes

Because Dabi's lips curl into a smirk as he his eyes drag over your shivering frame, squirming in the ropes that still hold you suspended from the ceiling.

The hand on your chin releases to slide down, over your throat to your chest as he cups your breast through your bra, the other hand sliding down your side, toying with the waistband of your panties.

You gasp at the touch, desperately trying to move away from the hot hands violating your skin.

"N-no, no, get a-away from me." you say shakily. You're confused, frightened, and worried about what's going to happen to you.

This can't be happening.

Dabi laughs, soot tinted and condescending, quirking an eyebrow at you. His lips curl into a playful smirk as he gropes at your breast before grabbing your hips in both hands, pulling your suspended body flush against his, burying his face in your neck, rough scars and staples grazinging your skin.

And oh, you could feel the thick, hard bulge on your leg as he presses his thigh up against your core. You immediately start struggling against your restraints.

"No, no no no—"

Dabi sighs against your pulse, mismatched lips grazing the skin there

"Shut the fuck up, little hero." he murmurs, his hips moving against you as he slides you to do the same, grinding you on his thigh. You whimper at the friction, squeezing your eyes shut.

"Hah" his hot breath on your skin raises goosebumps where it hits,

Why, why, why—

Without warning, you drop; the scent of something burning wafts through the air and you realize it's the rope.

Before you have a chance to recover, Dabi drags you over to the bed by the short piece of rope like a leash, forcing you to stumble your way after him. He throws you roughly down onto the hard mattress, securing your hands to the head board with thick handcuffs after burning away the rest of the rope.

You choke on a sob as you struggle to get away from him. Looming over you, he burns away the straps of your bra, sliding it off and throwing it to the side, before heated hands are roaming and groping your flesh reverantly, familiarizing himself with your skin as he leans in to capture your lips in a bruising kiss.

You clamp your lips shut, but he just squeezes your cheeks to pry it open, tongue slipping in, licking into your mouth.

In a last ditch show of defiance, you bite down on the muscle, hard, the coppery taste of blood painting your tongue.

He pulls away with a curse, glaring up at you with a sharp coldness as he chuckles darkly, and with the blood trickling down the side of his mouth, he looks like the deranged villain you know him to be.

Wiping up the trail of blood with his thumb, he looks at the crimson staining his skin with amusement, before popping it into his mouth, sucking it off, and pulling it out with a wet pop. "Looks like you need some discipline, hm?" He hums, pulling away.

Before you can fully process what he means, he flips you onto your stomach, forcing your arms to cross awkwardly and uncomfortably, before gripping the waistband of your panties on both sides and tugging; his blunt nails dragging lightly over your skin as he pulls it over the swell of your ass, and down and off your legs.

And you shake, as your last piece of flimsy modesty is stripped from you and thrown carelessly to the side somewhere.

Where is everyone? Why hadn't they come to save you yet? How long had you even actually been missing for?

The thought is immediately cut off as Dabi lands a sharp smack to the exposed flesh of your ass cheeks.

Shocked, you gasp at the sting, pleading, "No, please, d-don't—!" Helpless against the villain, you whimper as he kneads and squeezes your ass, soothing the sting, decietfully gentle and placating, before your vision blurs as he lands another harsh smack against the soft flesh, followed quickly by another. Then another. Then another.

You sob pitifully, body convulsing in an attempt to escape Dabi's stinging touch; the sensitive skin turning such a lovely red.

Your breath hitches as you're suddenly flipped back over onto your back, and then Dabi is on you; looming over and surrounding you, face close enough to yours to feel his breath fanning against your lips, and you're not sure when he got rid of his shirt, but the heat wafting off of him is almost suffocating.

"Learned your lesson?" He smiles expectantly, sarcastically, and you just continue you sob.

"If you don't shut up, I'll have to fuckin' gag you." Dabi's voice is a harsh whisper, and you're viciously reminded that this man could turn the whole room into an inferno within seconds, turn you to ash in less. Though, he doesn't need to because his eyes are the same color as his flames and you already feel like you're being burned alive with them trained on you.

He grabs your face and growls, commanding, "Behave.", and swipes his tongue over your bottom lip before slipping in, and this time you let him, but you don't kiss back, though he doesn't seem to care.

You whimper when his hands wrap around your thighs, hot and firm as he forces them open, slotting himself between your legs, and he licks the sound out of your mouth.

He explores you warm mouth like he's trying to memorize it, kissing you stupid, and you're breathless by the time he's done. He eases down your chest, mouthing and licking and sucking at your bare tits, hot tongue playing with your nipples; the metal of his piercing was an overwhelming surprise to the sensitive buds, before moving back up the column of your throat. And you can't help but whine as scarred hands roam your thighs and up your sides, salty tears rolling pitifully down your cheeks, as you try and fail to calm your sniffling.

Though, when he speaks again, you shiver in more than just fear.

"Mm, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" He whispers against the shell of your ear, voice velvet, breath hot. "You'd love to be gagged and choked, like the sweet little whore I know you are, hm?"

Something between a mix of shock and shame wracks through you, as arousal pools in your stomach at his words.

No.

No, you can not be turned on right now. Fucking hell, Dabi is a man, a villain, who kidnapped you, for fucks sake, and now he's using your body as he sees fit. Nothing about this is okay.

And yet.

And yet, warmth creeps up your neck and cheeks as your pussy weeps, clenching around nothing.

In your dazed, shocked arousal, you don't notice what was coming until it's too late, as Dabi grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back, before crashing your lips together in a searing kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth yet again. He sucks on your bottom lip, biting into the plush flesh as a sharp smack against your inner thigh makes you jolt in surprise.

"I asked you a fuckin' question, slut. You'd love that, wouldn't you?" Dabi's eyes are sadistic, wolfish smirk on his lips.

You tremble, your body warm all over as shame washes over you. You could still feel the sting of his slap to your thigh, could see the skin reddening and the bruises already forming along your chest.

A sharp squeeze to your thigh, much too close to your heat makes you squeak.

"N-no, no, I—"

His thumb brushes through the folds of your pussy, to your clit, as he bites down on the junction of your neck, forcing a moaning squeal out of you.

"No? Why're you so fuckin' wet then, hm slut?" He growls into your throat as he licks and sucks and bites at the sensitive skin there, rubbing his thumb against your nub, making you leak.

Your breathing picks up as you tug on your bindings in an attempt to distract yourself as you try oh so desperately to contain your noises, to not react.

And then you feel his thumb petting over your entrance, making you gasp and shake your head pleadingly as the thick digit slips in. You thrash and pull at the cuffs locking you in place, as the reality of your situation truly sets in.

"No, no. please, don't- I don't want—mmf!" You plead, getting cut off by a large hand cupping over your mouth. You try to scream and thrash against it, but he's too strong. As you feel the thick thumb pumping in and out of you, easily because of your slick, you sob, beginning to accept what's going to happen.

Your body would react to his touches, to the stimulation, it's only natural...but this is wrong.

So, so wrong.

But it feels so, so good.

You wail at the thought, feeling dirty and ashamed of yourself; too distracted to notice when Dabi pulls the thumb out, popping it into his mouth, groaning at your taste, before reaching to the side, and the dresser. You don't notice anything, until Dabi squeezes your cheeks, holding you still and forcing your mouth open. You make a pitiful, confused sound and he makes a show of making sure you see your panties in his hand, before he stuffs it into your mouth. You scream into the cloth, thrashing, trying to wiggle your way out of his grasp. Dabi just presses his fingers tighter into your cheeks, slamming your head back against the bed roughly. It of course doesn't hurt, but it does distract you long enough for him to cover your stuffed mouth with a thick strip of tape.

You scream against the gag, shaking your head, eyes wide; begging.

"I fuckin' warned you to shut up. No use in your pathetic beggin', baby, you belong to me, now." Dabi cooed, mocking; tapping your cheek condescendingly, before scarred hands are fondling and groping, pinching and squeezing, wherever they wander on your writhing body.

You sob as he roughly palms your tits, sucking bruises into your flesh, your tears flowing freely, eyes glassy and clear. Gorgeous. Licking up the salty tear track on your cheek, he breathes, "So fuckin' pretty when you cry, Sweetheart. Be a good girl, and let me make you feel good, yeah?", pressing a kiss to the corner of your eye.

And he will. He knows you want this, you just don't know it yet. Don't worry, he'll make sure to show you.

Swiping his pointer and middle finger across your other wet cheek, gathering your tears, he strokes your wet cunt with them, before slipping the two long fingers into you in one slow push. You scream, and you don't know whether it's out of despair or desire, but you couldn't deny that as fucked up as it is, Dabi fucking your literal tears into you was one of the hottest things ever, your cunt pulsing at just the thought of it.

Dabi groans as you cry on his fingers, barely giving you a second to breathe as they're dragging along your walls and crooking deep, before he's sliding it back out, and pumping into the tight warmth again and again.

Leaning forward, he places a kiss against your gag, before trailing kisses and nips down your throat, chest and stomach as he bullies a third finger in. You reflexively clench around him when he kisses your mound, the stretch making you breathe sharply, before he throws your leg over his shoulder; pressing the tip of his scalding tongue against your clit, rubbing in circles, then slipping in, beside his fingers.

And your brain blanks.

You give in. It's not like anything is gonna change anytime soon, so, well. Why not enjoy it.

Besides, if you say you've never at least thought the villain was hot, no pun intended, you're lying to yourself.

So, you let go.

Even with the acceptance, you feel embarrassment and self loathing flood through you, as you keen, high and needy, as you grind down on him, shoving your pussy further into his face, fucking yourself on his fingers and tongue, which....was a very pleasant surprise for Dabi. After all, he's the oh so, big, bad, scary villain that kidnapped you; that's violating you.

Yet here you are, grinding and moaning against him, like a needy little slut.

Pumping his fingers roughly, his other hand digging harshly into the flesh of your thigh, he groans against you,"Fuck, not complainin' so much now, hm?", dragging blunt nails along your sensitive skin and his hot tongue up your clit. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll fuck the thoughts right outta that pretty little head."

You moan lowly as your pussy pulses around his fingers, helplessly leaking at his words.

"Shit, Sweetheart. You're swallowin' my fingers so fuckin' good. Can't wait to feel you 'round my cock.", he breathes, hot breath hitting your swollen clit, pressing one last kiss to it before pulling away; your hips involuntarily jumping to chase his hot mouth, the cuffs rattling against the headboard.

Dabi smirks, his eyes wide, huffing out a laugh of disbelief, as you whine at the loss of contact, before pressing hot kisses along your hip bone, muttering into the skin there. "You're really just a little whore, aren't you? Actin' all innocent earlier like you didn't want it," he says mockingly, but you can hear the underlying awe in his voice, before he curls his fingers, twisting them, as he makes his way up your abdomen and chest; and he continues, "but really, you're just a little cockslut, huh?"

You moan loudly into the gag at that, but shake your head rapidly, denying it even as you know deep down that it's true; as you both know it to be true.

It becomes even more clear when he drills you with his fingers, thumb rubbing your clit, and you're a mess beneath him; writhing and moaning, and crying and grinding as he brutally nudges against that sweet spot inside of you; all while he peppers open mouthed kisses along your chest, taking his time, tasting your skin, sucking and nipping at your pearled nipples, his tongue hot and slick on you.

You moan and whimper into your gag, head lolling back to hide behind your raised arm at the continued the abuse to your sensitive buds and cunt.

And then they're suddenly taken away, as he releases your tit with a wet pop and withdraws his fingers with a squelch.

Your hips twitch and lift from the bed, chasing him in a silent, desperate plea for more. Dabi could see your stretched hole, clenching on nothing as it just wants to be filled.

He's more than happy to oblige.

"Aww you want me to fuck you, baby? Shit, look at you. Fuckin' needy, mm? Done pretendin' you weren't desperate for me to stuff you?", he teases, hungry eyes betraying his calm demeanor. You tremble, feeling so empty, as tears streamed down your cheeks.

"Fuck, you're already so cute, I don't know if I'll be able to control myself when I have you cryin' on my cock, Dolly." He groans, palming himself through his pants, as you wiggle your hips enticingly, legs spread and your puffy pussy on show for him.

And Dabi laughs, breathy and fond, "Slut. Fuck, c'mere." He says, the sound of his belt unbuckling and hitting the floor with a clang just makes you somehow gush more.

You look down in anticipation as scarred hands grip your thighs, holding them spread. Your cunt throbs at the sight of his cock, thick and veiny, long and so fucking hard; precum beading at the tip.

He grips his length, tapping his sticky cock head against your clit, dragging through your folds, coating it in your juices.

"Relax for me, sweetheart, don't wanna break you, hm?" He purrs, before pushing the thick mushroom head inside lightly, making you whimper.

Dabi's grin is predatory as he slides in all at once, in one slow drag, impaling you on his fat cock. He groans at the feeling of your tight heat wrapping around him so obediently, "Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Like you were made for me, sweetheart."

Your eyes wide and glossy, you couldn't help but moan at his words, at the delicious stretch, at the hunger in his eyes.

His thickness stretches you so good, almost painfully, but you could take it.

You were his good girl now, he would make you take it.

But you don't really have much of a choice now, do you?

You choke on a sob, body shaking and hands clenched into tight fists where they rest in the cuffs. Because the thought should bring nothing but disgust and fear, yet all you feel now is shameful want, as your pussy tightens around him, gushing.

"Haah, you take me so good. Mm, such a good girl, c'mon..." He mumbles, grinding deeper and deeper into you, his hips flush against you.

Your whimper is sweet even muffled by the gag, and Dabi's composure slips.

He pulls back before shoving back into you roughly, making you sharply breathe. Not giving you any time to catch your breath, he thrusts deep into your tight hole, snapping his hips mercilessly. A scarred hand grips at your tit, the other bouncing and swaying lewdly with every brutal thrust. The gag muffles your cries and whimpers, but the scream you let out when he hits your sweet spot is still loud.

You grind down to meet his thrusts, pleasure completely taking over as all rational thoughts are fucked out of you; unable to think of anything but the way his cock feels, stirring up your insides, reaching so deep you swear you could feel it in your stomach, and the single-minded need for more.

Dabi moans, slowing his thrusts, admiring the way your hips roll sinfully, bouncing yourself on the villain's cock. "Fuck, pretty little slut...", he breathes, "So fuckin' pretty when you're bein' honest, hm?" His hand gropes and pinches your breast, as he licks his lips, eyes trained on you.

When he took you, he certainly hadn't expected that you'd be such an eager slut, but he's definitely not complaining.

You whine, the shallow, uneven thrusts, making you needy for more, faster, deeper, as you rhythymically clench around him.

Releasing your breast, he wraps the heated hand around the expanse of your throat, squeezing lightly, feeling your quick pulse beneath his fingers as he rolls his hips to meet yours, slow and deep.

You moan and choke behind your gag, eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. Dabi smirks cruelly, finally speeding up his delicious thrusts; your body forced to move further up the bed with the speed and strength, and he just drags you back down to take it, your little display of hedonistic pleasure inciting him.

A whimper escapes you as you feel the warm coil of pleasure spread through you, you're so close. Your thighs shake, your moans spilling in a sweet mixture of pleasure and pleading.

"Fuck, look at you. Gettin' fucked by a big, bad villain and you fuckin' like it. Your little Hero friends know you're such a goddamn whore?" Dabi grunts out, cock hitting your sweet spot so, so good, fucking you so, so deep, as he pummels your insides, giving your throat another squeeze.

You let out a choked, sobbing moan, back arching from the bed as you feel yourself just on the edge of your release. You look up at Dabi pleadingly, eyes pretty and glossy, wide and blown out, almost completely black with lust; your chest heaving as your cunt pulses around him.

"You wanna cum, little hero? Squeezing me like you wanna milk me." Dabi groans, hips beginning to stutter.

You nod frantically, eyes wide and begging, tears streaming down your cheeks, moaning desperately against your gag; the panties soaked with your spit and drool.

"Yeah? Fuck, you want my cum, baby? Shit, do it. Cum for me, slut." Dabi moans, pistoning into you, muttering, "Wanna see it, wanna see you fall apart on my cock"

The pleasure burns.

Back arching off the bed, toes curling, you cum with a scream; clamping down on his cock as you gush and squirt around him, your eyes rolling back; vision going white.

Dabi fucks you through your orgasm as he chases his own, growling, "That's it baby, fuck. I'll fill you up real good, and if it spills, I'll just fuck it back in. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Your pussy squelches loudly, his thighs smacking wetly against yours as Dabi continues fucking you, frantic in his desperation to paint your insides with his cum.

The feeling of your tight cunt squeezing him so good and the sight of you cumming from just his cock was enough to push him completely over the edge with a moaning curse. Buried as deeply as he could be inside of you, hips flushed and grinding against yours, his thick, hot cum pumps into you, marking you from the inside as his; branding you and filling you up.

He collapses on top of you, holding himself up on his elbows, not pulling out just yet; keeping you full and plugged. Chests rising and falling in heavy pants, you bask in the afterglow of what was probably the best orgasm you've ever had.

He gently removes your gag and unlocks the cuffs, freeing your hands, rubbing soothingly at the irritated skin of your wrists, pressing light kisses to the sensitive skin, before trailing his lips up your arm, over your shoulder and throat, to your own.

The kiss is slow, languid and savouring, and you moan softly into his mouth as he licks into yours.

He groans softly, before kissing down your throat, breathing out a short, hot laugh against the myriad of bruises littering your neck and mumbling against your skin, "Fuck, I can't let you go after that. I'm keepin' you, gonna take care of you, and if you don't love me now, I'll just have to teach you, I promise, Sweetheart. You'll be my perfect little cock sleeve.", nuzzling into you.

The words don't match his saccharine tone as they send a trickle of fear down your spine at the dark promise, but the fog of arousal clouds your mind, and you slump back against the sheets as he looms over you, eyes piercing through you.

You feel his hips begin to roll against you again as he grinds into your abused cunt, making you gasp.

He grins. He'll fuck you until you're gaping and dripping with his cum, cock branding his name into your sweet spot and he'll make sure you never forget who you belong to.

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: You see Dabi and decide that you want a shiny new toy. As a treat.

Pairing: Dabi/F! Reader

Content Warning: Non-con/Dub-Con, Kidnapping, Dabi is the victim, Yandere/Stalker Reader, Smut, Lingerie, Praise Kink, Body Worship, Submissive Top Dabi, Power Bottom Reader, Noncon Bondage

Word Count: 2.8k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: Idk man, I just wanna snatch him up & love him :(

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The first time you see him, you're captivated.

Maybe it's his unique looks or maybe it's that bird quirk gene from somewhere in your family tree, comparing the swaths of dark purple scars and pretty, glittering staples to patterns and plumage.

But either way, the patterns of his scars along pale skin are a mosaic, the staples holding him together are pretty, shining in the glow of the azure flames that dance like life itself in his matching eyes beneath midnight hair, his smile wide and sharp and bright.

He's so very bright. Like the sun, like the stars, like life.

He's so very dangerous. Like a tiger, like a snake, like a dragon.

He's so very beautiful. Like fire, like the belladonna, like a supernova.

And you know, in that moment, that you have to have him.

*****

It's almost pathetically easy.

All you had to do was go to the bar he frequents, bat your eyes in his direction, and he's all over you.

And though that's nice and all, you know men are fickle creatures, and you know all he wants is someone to fuck for the night and never see again.

You can't have that now, could you?

No, of course not.

He's yours, he just doesn't know it yet.

Though, he will.

He will.

He will know it, and he will accept it, and if he doesn't yet, he'll learn.

He easily follows you back to your house, not caring all that much because really, what could you do to him?

Apparently, injecting him with a fast acting quirk supressant laced with tranquilizer as soon as he enters the door wasn't on his list.

The last thing Dabi sees as he passes out is your hauntingly sweet smile.

*****

After a bit of struggle, because you underestimated how much a tall, grown man would weigh, you finally have him tied to the big, comfy bed in his new room in your basement.

Hands tied on either side of his head to the headboard, his ankles secured just enough so he wont be able to kick, but loose enough to bend his knees, he lays stripped down to his boxers.

Gorgeous.

He looks rather peaceful asleep, face relaxed and hair splayed out like a dark halo on the soft pillow below him.

With your time almost up, you strip down to your underwear, the black lingerie you bought especially for him sits soft against your skin. The intricate lace delicate, the fabric perfectly molding to your body, sculpting your curves while enhancing your natural shape; the bit of sheerness to the bra showing your nipples.

You look delectable and you know it.

The soft rustle of the sheets and a quiet groan brings your attention back to the bed. Seeing Dabi waking up, you sit beside him on his right, legs crossed as you push the hair out of his face where it fell from his movement.

Pretty blue eyes blink open sluggishly at first before snapping open, immediately tugging at his restraints and pulling on his quirk, but all that does is rub at his wrists and make his skin pleasantly heated, like he simply has a bad fever. Molten blue glare at you as he snarls, "Where the fuck am I?!"

Dabi is confused. He's pretty sure you're not with the heroes, this wouldn't be how they restrained him, but he also doubts some other upstart villain group is stupid enough to even attempt to pull this shit, so he needs answers.

You smile sweetly at him, like one would a barking puppy, as you run a finger down his cheek, along his jaw to his chin, tilting his head up to hold him in place. "Your new home."

His expression shifts from angry confusion to amused confusion. Though he is still angry, he's curious to see how this plays out.

Humouring you, he asks, "And what the fuck makes you think I'm staying here?"

"Well, you don't exactly have a choice, hm?" You lean down, chest pressing against his, trailing your lips up his throat to his jaw, muttering into the scarred skin. "No quirk, tied up like a present just for me, and no one knows where you are? I get to have you all to myself." Your voice is a purr in his ear as you nose at his neck.

He schools his face into a mask of indifference, "And what do ya want with me, huh?" he asks condescendingly.

You pull back to look at him, amused, because even through the adorable facade of fearlessness, you can see the nervousness in the sweat beading at his brow, the shifting of his eyes, can hear it in his voice and the beat of his heart.

Humming, you gesture to yourself clad in lace. "Isn't it obvious, baby?" At his silent glare, you cup his cheek and coo, "I just want you, silly."

"Ah, of course, you're fuckin' insane." He scoffs, rolling his eyes.

You giggle, because, well, obviously.

You decided that the perfect one for you is one of the most wanted villains.

Obviously.

At his bewildered look, you just smile and slowly drag your hand from his cheek down his throat and chest, familiarizing yourself with the feel of his skin, as you purr, "Maybe. But I do want you.", before gripping his cock through his boxers, making him jerk. "All of you."

A pause.

"Oh?"

Your little darling is already getting excited.

How adorable.

A sly smile spreads across your face as you feel him hot and heavy in your palm, not fully hard yet but getting there.

Palming at his clothed cock, coaxing him to hardness, you coo, "Now what's got you this excited already, hm? Is it seeing me like this, or being tied up?" You can't help but tease him, and oh what a treat the result of that teasing is.

He grits his teeth, turning away in embarrassment, though it did nothing to hide the sweet blush on the healthy skin of his cheeks.

"Aww, don't be shy. I'll even help you with it. Aren't I generous?" You giggle, freeing his now fully hard dick from its confines.

He lets out a hiss as the cool air meets his hot flesh as you bite your lip and supress a shudder at the sight of him.

About seven inches long, deliciously thick and curved, hard and flushed a pretty pink...Yes, this would do nicely.

Truly the perfect choice.

"Sure, so fuckin' generous. Look, I don't fuck crazy. So—" He sneers, but you cut him off, running your thumb over the head and smirking lopsidedly at the way Dabi's hips jolt and the words catch in his throat.

"I'm crazy for wanting you? Don't be like that baby." You know damn well what he means but, well, it's fun to tease him.

"You're fuckin' crazy for tyin' me up in your basement, you psycho bitch!" He spits, glaring, as though he isn't thoroughly trapped and painfully hard; and though he tries to pretend he isn't, he can't hide it, his dick and eyes both betraying him.

You just hum dismissively before making a show of leaning down to press a kiss to his cockhead, before lolling your tongue out, letting your saliva drip down onto his erection, and spreading it; coating his shaft with it for an easier slide.

Dabi groans, bucking up into your touch as you squeeze gently, twisting your wrist.

"There you go," you coo, your tone equal parts fond and patronizing. "Isn't that better, sweet thing? No need to kick up a fuss..." Dabi snarls and tries to jerk his hips away, but you just giggle softly.

And then, like the psycho bitch you are, you pull out a fucking knife.

He freezes at the sight of the sharp blade, staying completely still as you slowly cut his boxers off, the knife only a few inches from his skin. He's careful not to struggle or even breathe until you're done.

Breathing a heavy sigh of relief when the knife is set aside along with the scraps of his underwear, he glares when you chuckle under your breath, before his breath hitches as you grip him again.

You stare directly into his eyes as you stroke his length, murmuring softly, "Such a pretty cock."

Dabi moans at the praise, eyes slipping shut, twitching in your grasp, before he chokes back his sounds, and stills his hips; nails digging into his palm as he clenches his fists, biting his lip to muffle his noises.

And that just won't do.

"No, no, baby, I wanna hear you." You breathe. "You're so pretty baby, you know that, don't you?"

His expression contorts, brows furrowing as his hips give an involuntary jerk; a pearl of precum beading at the tip of his cock and he barks out a harsh laugh.

"So you're crazy and blind. What, you gonna say I'm not scary either?" He says sarcastically, jaw clenching.

"Scary? Fuck, you're perfect, sweetheart..." you murmur, cupping his face in your left hand, thumb caressing his cheekbone.

He ignores you, wanting to light you up with his flames, see if you can still spout your bullshit while you're burning alive. You're just another psycho who doesn't know what you got yourself into.

You pout, "Look at me, baby, please? Let me see those pretty eyes, hm?", all while your hand languidly pumps him.

Dabi squirms under your touch, knowing he should want to escape from the pleasure, but rolls his hips up into your fist instead and complies, eyes slowly peeling open.

You should be terrified of him, with his looks and reputation, with the inherent danger that he is.

And yet, you're staring at him like he's the most beautiful thing you've ever set your sights on.

His eyes are glassy and hazy and gorgeous. You smile and can't help yourself, leaning in to press a kiss to his mismatched lips, muttering, "Good boy."

Dabi whimpers against you, and you swallow it, moaning into his mouth before pulling back and releasing your hold on him.

You can't take it anymore.

He lets out a bitten off whine, but you just kiss him again before you move to swing your legs over his hips, straddling him.

You slowly rock against his hot length, the texture of the patterned lace of your panties rubbing against him making him curse as his hips twitch up.

Leaning down, you whisper in his ear, voice a purr, "You're gonna be a good boy for me and let me make you feel good, aren't you? Make me feel good, hm? "

"Fuck, yes, just let me fuck you already." He pleads, almost whining and you sigh happily at how obedient he is for you.

Though his manners could use some work, it can wait for another day.

Sitting up, you pull your panties to the side, lining up the thick head of his dick to your hole, before sinking down, inch by delicious inch, deliberately, slowly impaling yourself on his fat cock.

You moan in delight as you feel the sweet, accommodating stretch of your tight cunt, the preparation you did earlier almost not enough as he fills you up; Dabi lets out a choked groan as your tight, wet heat wraps around him like a vice.

Closing your eyes, you take a moment to get used to it, to savour it, knowing you're already addicted; shivering and clenching down as you take deep breaths, listening to Dabi struggle to do the same. Bracing yourself with your hands on his shoulders, your wiggle your hips in an attempt to find the best angle.

"Fuck." Dabi bites out, breathless and strangled as you sigh happily, sliding a hand up and tugging the man's head back gently to kiss at his scarred neck.

"Mm, there we go, that's it..." you mumble against him, shifting up and down in experimental little bounces as your thumbs rub soothingly into the villain's shoulders when his breathing picks up.

You feel almost high off of the feeling of Dabi inside you, hard and deep and hot. The thought that one of the most powerful, dangerous and wanted villains in Japan, tied up and at your mercy; panting and achingly hard in bed on his back, because of you, sends a surge of smug pride through you, right alongside the burning arousal.

Your head lolls a bit as you search for the perfect angle and speed, breathing beginning to speed up. The sharp jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine tells you exactly when you find it, making you let out a shaky moan as you slam yourself back down to repeat the motion.

"Fuck, right—ahn—right there." You whine, blissed out.

Your pace, though a little fast, is deliberate and even, your expression content and your breathing unsteady at the heady sensation of Dabi's cock fucking into you, dragging against your insides and stretching you so perfectly.

"Shit, you—" whatever Dabi was about to say is cut off with a strangled hiss as he throws his head back with a moan.

You let out a noise between a pleased hum and a soft giggle, as you lean in to drag your tongue up the man's throat just to feel him shiver.

"Mm, you feel so good baby, so fucking good.", you mumble into his neck, before surging up to capture his lips in a searing kiss and Dabi doesn't even hesitate to return it. You moan happily into the kiss, pace faltering a bit as you get caught up in it.

You devour him eagerly, swirling your tongues together and exploring every inch of his mouth. He tastes like whiskey, smoke and something sweet, and you can't help but smile into the kiss and savour his flavour, knowing you're already addicted to that too.

Clenchimg around him, you roll your hips sinfully, swallowing the delicious whine Dabi lets out when you nip at his bottom lip, his hips jerking up as his hands twitch and clench where they're restrained.

Speeding up, panting, you whisper against his lips, "Look at you, you're so perfect, you're gorgeous ..."

"Shut up—" Dabi chokes out, almost whining, turning away, eyes clenched.

You just hum, giving him another, softer kiss. "I can't help it, you just look so—", you lift yourself up  before slamming right back down,"perfect."

Dabi jolts, squeezing his eyes shut. You bite your lip to supress a giggle at that, leaning back to prop yourself up with your hand on the bed behind you, giving you a better angle to roll your hips and grind Dabi's cock against your sweet spot; your free hand pressing two fingertips to your neglected clit, rubbing in quick circles, making you moan and pant.

You let your head fall back as your eyes slip shut involuntarily, before you force them back open to take in the vision that is Dabi beneath you.

A shiver runs through you at the look in Dabi's eyes, hot and hungry and sinful, glazed over with lust, and you can tell he's close, because he's fucking up into you seemingly unknowingly, mumbling a string of filth under his breath.

And you want nothing more in that moment than to see him come undone by you.

You note every twitch he gives against and inside you, every little sound and shudder.

"Dabi, Dabi, Dabi," you chant, speeding up your hips and fingers; your body alight with the pleasure of not only the feel of him, but the sight of him. "Show me, show me, baby, wanna see it, wanna see you cum for me—" your voice is shaky with your lust, eyes lidded and trained on him.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, I—" he manages, his words shaky and uneven, voice husky and cracking, thrusts sloppy and deep.

"Yes—ahn— fuck yes, baby, fill me up." You whine, clenching around him, coaxing him to flood your insides.

Dabi cums with a full body shudder, writhing beneath you, his hands clenched in a tight fist as he pulls against his restraints, groaning, almost sobbing, eyes squeezed shut, as he fills you up with his hot cum; and you continue to ride him, even as your own orgasm washes over you, mind whiting out in ecstasy, clamping down on him, milking him, until he begins to gasp and shudder in overstimulation.

Finally, you slow to a stop, letting you both catch your breaths.

You can't help but smile at how beautifully debaunched he looks under you, and you cup his cheek. Your smile widens when he automatically leans into your touch, nuzzling into the your palm.

Dabi is....conflicted. On one hand, he knows you're batshit insane. On the other, you want him, you feel good, and if he's being honest with himself, you're fucking hot.

He looks up at you, seeing the pure adoration on your face and he.....doesn't feel like burning and killing you anymore....

Maybe if he did, he would've been able to actually escape you.

Maybe.

But he didn't, so now...well...

He's all yours.

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Thighs, Thighs, Thighs

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: Touya is already weak for your thighs.

And then you decide to wear thigh high stockings.

Pairing: Dabi/Chubby! Female Reader

Content Warning: Smut, Face Sitting, Intercrural Sex, Cum Marking, Dabi has Genital Piercings, Plus Sized Reader, Dabi's a simp

Word Count: 2.9k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: For my fellow chubby girlies, ily 🫶🏽

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Touya has a certain fixation with your thighs.

After long days, he loves to just lay his head in your comfy lap, holding you. When you straddle him, he's free to rub and squeeze them as he pleases, and he will take any and every opportunity to have them wrapped around any part of him.

He loves the jiggle of them when he smacks your ass, and squishing the plushness beneath his palm. Biting and sucking his marks into the soft flesh is one of his favourite things to do.

You in shorts or short skirts are a weakness for him; you in fishnets, lace or thigh highs are fucking lethal.

So when he's on the couch, just minding his own business, lounging in his sweats and tank top, and you come out in a pleated, black miniskirt that barely covers your ass, black, sheer thigh high stockings with lace edges, a matching lace garter belt holding them up by thin straps, and one of his white tshirts, clinging to your body but especially your tits, nipples printing through showing that you had no bra on, who could really blame him for snatching you by your waist and pulling you into his lap?

You balance yourself on his shoulders, getting yourself comfortable, before your hands slide up the side of his neck and back to tangle your fingers in his pale hair as you lean in.

Heated hands slide up and over your legs, the contrasting softness of your skin and the lace of the stockings satisfying. He gropes and fondles at your thighs, your ass and tits through your clothes, before inevitably back to your thighs, all as he kisses you slow and hot.

Trailing mismatched lips down your jaw and up to your ear, he mumbles, voice husky, "Fuck, look at you. Get all dolled-up for me, baby?". Scarred hands grope at you, one hand inching up under the skirt, the other sliding up under the tshirt.

"Hmm, maybe.", you hum, basking in his attention, moaning softly as he leaves kisses, licks and nips along your throat and collarbone, sucking pretty bruises into the skin as he goes, while pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. You love the way he gets when you dress like this.

His hand under your skirt pauses as all they meet is more skin. And he realizes that you aren't wearing any underwear at all. You feel his clothed cock twitch against your bare cunt, and you bite your lip to supress a smug smile.

"Shit." He breathes out a short, hot laugh against your neck before pulling back, "Fuck, okay. Sit on my face, baby. Please, I need to taste you."

You especially love that you could make this man, this big, bad villain, be basically at your beck and call, little more than a begging mess for you, with just the sight of your thighs and the promise of your pussy.

And seeing those wide, pretty blue eyes, looking at you with such reverance, how could you say no?

So you smile, sitting up on your knees for him to adjust. He shifts to lay on the couch properly, and his hand rests on your back, urging you to move upwards, until you're directly above him. You hold yourself steady with a hand beside you on the back of the couch, your legs framing his head, cunt hovering right over his mouth, as you hold the end of your skirt up to your stomach, biting your lip.

It's not exactly the first time you've sat on his face, and you love it of course, but it always makes you a bit nervous at first because, what if you break him? The first time he wanted you to, you asked him this and he just said, "What a way to go.", before pulling you in. So though the small nerves are there, it's drowned out by your arousal.

He grasps your thighs from behind as his eyes immediately snap to your pussy, glistening with your arousal. You see the way his pupils dilate, now just a ring of turquoise around a pool of black.

Your lips curl in a sly smile when his gaze locks on yours, eyes hungry, as he turns his head to mouth at your inner thigh after unhooking the straps and peeling down the tops of your stockings, blunt nails scraping along the skin.

You pant softly at his ministrations to the sensitive skin, smile still on your face as he laves and sucks marks into your flesh. A gasping moan is drawn out of you as he bites down on the meat of it, pussy weeping.

He pulls away, leaving the stinging mark to switch to the other thigh, his fingers digging possesively into your side, definitely leaving pretty bruises.

You're so wet you're leaking, your slick trailing down your thighs and Touya licks it right up, the flat of his hot tongue feeling branding as it slides over you, the metal of his piercing adding to that sentiment.

He groans, almost whimpering, at your taste as he shifts beneath you and you let out a breathy giggle.

At the urging tug at your hips, you finally lower yourself.

And Touya is in bliss as you sink your weight onto his face, thighs pressing to his cheeks. You feel the contrast of his healthy, soft skin and rough scars; his staples warm and digging into your skin is always surprisingly pleasant. He wraps his arms loosely over your legs, moving his hands down to rest on your thighs, moaning at your taste and the feeling of being completely surounded by you.

His flattened tongue licks a fat stripe up and through your folds, lips enveloping your throbbing clit, licking and sucking; you gasp as you release the couch to cup your breast through your shirt. Lapping at the sensitive nub, his scalding tongue swirls around it, his piercing enhancing every drag, before dipping into your wanting heat; and you moan lowly as you gently roll your hips, whining at the blunt scrape of his nails down your thighs.

Having his oxygen cut off, smothered in your sweet heat, has him completely hard and already leaking in his pants, but it's easy to ignore with your cunt and thighs suffocating him in the best of ways.

If he dies like this, he'd die a happy man.

Because he loves this. The feeling of you coming undone, thighs shaking and trembling and twitching around him, with his face buried in your hot cunt; clenching your slick walls around his tongue and rutting your clit against his nose.

He moans, slurping and panting against you ardently, the sounds filthy and wet, letting you know exactly how much he loves the taste of you and where he is.

Touya's hold on your thighs tighten as he pulls you down harder; hands heated to the point that they might just brand you.

"Come on, baby," he moans, voice slightly muffled. "Fuck my face, please."

You release your hold on your tits to tangle your fingers in his hair in a tight grip as you rock your hips, grinding over his hot tongue, the metal ball perfectly on your clit, your head thrown back as lewd moans spill from your parted lips. Your thighs squeeze around his face, practically suffocating him, and you see his eyes roll back, a deep groan vibrating through your cunt.

Your breathing and hips speed up as you pant, whining moans spilling out like spun sugar as your eyes roll shut in ecstasy when your orgasm crashes over you; your legs tremble and your breath stutters as you cum, gushing against him, slick running over his cheeks and chin, and down his throat. A gargled moan escapes him as his hips jerk up, rutting against nothing, his cock twitching as it leaks, making a mess in his sweatpants, as you ride his face through your high, dragging your sloppy pussy over his sinful tongue, using him.

Your movements stutter and broken moans fill the air, yet his mouth does not leave your heat; his hands do not move from their grip, holding you down to the sweet tortures of his tongue, licking firmly over your swollen, sensitive clit.

"Hnn, too much, Touya, baby—ahn—it's too much—"

He finally gives you reprieve and you move down to sit on his thighs, your legs still shaky, breathing still laboured, eyes hazy.

And when you finally focus enough to look at him, Touya is gorgeous.

Flushed and already looking fucked out, he peers up at you with pretty, azure eyes, glassy and hazy, and still so deliciously amorous.

You stare at him, at the glistening wetness all over his face and neck, and he holds your gaze, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb, popping it into his mouth.

Your face goes all soft and needy, pretty eyes wide and wanting; lips parted before your tongue peeks out to wet them as you swallow thickly, and you see something flash in his eyes. Something hot and dangerous and mouth-watering.

He abruptly sits up, leaving you no choice but to fall back into the seat of the couch with a small squeak, and he spreads your legs, one hooked on the back of the sofa, as he grinds his hardened bulge against your tender pussy, making you gasp sharply.

He leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You moan softly into his mouth as you taste yourself on him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him in; fingers in his hair, dragging your nails gently over his scalp, making him shiver and press down into the kiss more firmly as he rolls his hips against you, a scarred hand sliding up and under your shirt, fondling your breasts as his other hand grips your leg, fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh.

Pulling away, he sits up, kneeling, keeping your legs spread for him, running his hands across your thighs reverantly; fingers dancing along the hickeys and bitemarks littering the smooth expanse, admiring, biting his lip, before pushing your shirt up your chest, over your breasts.

He pinches and rolls a pebbled nipple between his fingers, making you squirm and whine, as he brushes his other thumb up through your slick folds, rubbing over your clit.

Panting, you watch him, a shiver running through you at the look in his eyes. It's hot and sly and so fucking sexy.

You prop yourself up on your elbows as he moves his hand from your chest and slips his cock out, the ladder of piercings along his shaft glistening with his arousal. He strokes himself idly as his eyes drink you in, before tapping the sticky head on your sensitive clit, the wet little sounds of it lewd and filthy.

Your head lolls to the side as you whimper softly at the small jolts of pleasure going through you at that, as your hands cup and fondle your own tits. Glancing up at you, he rubs the head of his cock into your clit, making a mess of it with his precum; the sight of you playing with yourself making him leak even more.

Pushing foward, he glides the shaft of his cock through your soaked folds, but he doesn't push in, making you whine as your cunt throbs.

He slowly slides back and forth, back and forth, coating his dick in your juices. Spreading you open, he dips just the head into your warm cunt, teasing your hole, before pulling back out.

The cruelty of feeling full yet so empty makes you whine and pout at him as you try to grind down onto him, because he's just toying with you dammit.

He swats at your inner thigh, smirking at the little gasping whimper you let out at the sting, before lolling open his mouth, letting his spit drip down onto your cunt and thighs, coating the marked skin there.

You make a small sound of confusion, mixed with a gasping moan, which is ignored as he grips your legs, pulling them closed and up, folding you nearly in half; your thighs pressed together, both feet over his left shoulder.

Trembling in desire, your eyes widen in realization when you feel his wet cock slide through the flesh of your thighs, hot and heavy.

Pressing a kiss just above your ankle, he sighs out, "Keep your thighs nice and tight for me, baby."

You obey, gripping your thighs around his erection. You feel him twitch against your skin, veins throbbing.

Touya grips your legs tightly as he slowly rocks forward, gliding into the tight pocket between your thighs.

"Oh fuck.", you moan as you look down, seeing the glistening head of his cock poke through them before disappearing again as he thrusts, slowly fucking your thighs.

His precum mixes with your slick in a sticky mess as each thrust has the underside of his cock gliding over your cunt, his ladder of piercings there rubbing deliciously over your clit and you shake in sensitivity and pleasure.

Fuck, he's not going to last long like this. You're too fucking pretty like this, your thighs too welcoming, your little sounds too sweet.

Ankles crossed, you wiggle your hips up and down the seat as your thighs flex, clenching rhythmically around him. "Good girl.", he groans, speeding up.

"Fuck.", you whimper at the sweet friction to your clit as your head buzzes at his desperation, feeling drunk on it. Your cunt continuously leaks, aiding the smooth slide of his thrusts.

You feel sensitive to every touch, every drag of his cock, as your second orgasm builds quickly.

Heated hands greedily squeeze and grope at your thighs and over the soft lace before he reaches up to play with your chest, squeezing and fondling, as he leans on the back of your legs, pressing your knees closer to you, folding you even more as he thrusts against you.

You squirm and writhe beneath him, your moans growing higher and louder as your pussy is so very thoroughly teased, and Touya can see that you're on that precipice yet again.

You cum with a cry as trembles wrack through your body; your thighs twitching around his length.

He thrusts a few more times, dragging out your peak before prying your legs apart and shifting a hand to his cock as he strokes himself to his completion with a deep groan.

Thick ropes of hot cum paint your thighs and pussy, a few drops staining your skirt. He presses his tip against your tender clit, smearing and rubbing his spend into you. You give a sweet, broken moan at that; at how filthy and perfect it feels to be marked up like that, claimed like that, as you watch the cum drip down your thighs obscenely.

Your breath hitches as he dips his hand between your legs, thumb swiping up his own release. He brings it up, smearing his cum on your parted lips, eyes locked on yours.

"Suck." His voice is thick and dark, gaze hot as he presses against your lips until you obey, taking it in; licking and sucking on his thumb, lapping at the cum soaked digit, making sure to get every last drop, as you moan softly at his taste.

He hums, pleased, as he pushes into your mouth, moving his thumb back and forth, fucking into it, playing with your mouth; rubbing it into the inside of your cheeks and along your gums as he watches you with lidded eyes and a wolfish grin.

And you wish it was more than just a thumb that's weighing on your tongue as you look up at Touya from under your lashes.

He pulls it out with a wet pop before pulling away fully.

You hold his gaze as you lick the remaining cum off your lips.

Wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb, you smile smugly as you watch him.

"On your knees for me, Dolly. Gotta clean me up, yeah?" Touya's expression is hungry as he looks at you, focused; like a predator stalking its prey and a shiver runs through you.

Because you do so love being his prey.

You happily get on your knees before him, thighs spread, looking up at him with such a self satisfied smile, he thinks you would purr if you could.

You lick him clean, teasing and sweet, until he's hard again, throbbing in your mouth. And then he bends you over the arm of the couch, fucking you stupid as you bounce back on his cock while he gropes and slaps at your ass and thighs, skin tender and stinging deliciously; before he fills you up till you're dripping with him.

And as you lay on the couch, spent and fucked out, covered in his marks and cum, watching his bare back walk out to the bathroom to get things to clean you up, you think to yourself.

What else can you do to make him crazy for you?

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Oohhh this was fun

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Tagging: @unstablebish @softest-epilogue @bbluefllame @d1s1ntegrated @coffinlvrr @tenyasblkwife @rueclfer

✨Pinterest tag game✨

The rules are simple: go to Pinterest, search "your name + core" and post six pictures. Then tag 6 people.

Eeeee tysm @astarionancuntnin for the tag!! 🫶❣️

Did it for my Tav/Durge Mavka by searching for “Mavcore” since “Mavkacore” was a dead end 🤷‍♀️

No pressure tagging @locallegume, @zekeen, @bananasfosterparent, @sniickerdoodles, @kalmiaphlox and @honeybee-bard!

Pookie I see you a lot and I am sad to say I'm just now seeing your work and stopping by.. Forgive me 😁

How are you! And why are you so good at writing smut???

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Lol Forgiven🤣🫶🏽

I'm good bb, as for the smut......Thank you🫣

I read a LOT of it and I am Touch Starved™ 😄

I got some more cooking too 😋

I almost had mf aneurysm

I write on my phone, and I use wattpad to do it, bc it's just easy idk (I haven't even used it to read in years lol)

Tell me why this lil shit showed that I had NO DRAFTS when I have SIXTY!!

The majority of that is from my early teens and will never see the light of day, I just can't bring myself to delete them bUT I HAVE 8 MOSTLY COMPLETEDish, 7 IDEAS AND 1 IN PROGRESS ARE YOU SHITTING ME

The app itself was being fucky, I went to the website itself and they were all there

Like, sure, it's back now, but I was ready to send a complaint or sumn😭😭

"Hi, yes, gIVE ME BACK MY FUCKING PORN thx!!"

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All of my fics are cross posted on Ao3 only, under the same name. Anywhere else is not me.

Dabi/Reader

NSFW

Pretty (Like Nothing Else)

Mirror, Mirror Brat Tamer

Thighs, Thighs, Thighs

Shiny New Toy

Finders Keepers

Dream Demon

Party Animal

Red Night

Making a Bad Day Better

Deck the Halls

Naughty Santa

Train Stalker: Part 1

Train Stalker: Part 2

SFW

Sacrifice The World (Never You)

Blue Bonfire

Hoarded Treasure

Wish List

Secret Santa

Caroling

Holiday Party & Family

Staying In

Gift of Love

Merry Christmas

Fan MV I made for Dabi's Birthday

'Heart of Fire' by Black Veil Brides

Fanart I Recieved

Pretty (Like Nothing Else) (Shigaraki/Dabi)

Aizawa Shouta/Others

Arabian Nights (NSFW) [Harem Boys]

Puppy Love (NSFW) [EraserMic]

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.....Idk what to do with this actually....

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Sacrifice The World (Never You)

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Summary: "A hero would sacrifice you to save the world. But I'm not a hero."

Pairing: Dabi/Hero!Reader, Hawks & Reader are friends

Reader can be read as gen

Content Warning: Angst, Betrayal, Hawks is an ass off screen, SFW, Mild use of Y/N, H/N means Your Hero Name

Word Count: 2.8k

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is for a Weekly Challenge in one of the Communities I'm in here on Tumblr, based on the summary. Tweaked the quote a bit, hope you enjoy! 💖

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Being the same age as Hawks, and new to the hero scene, you navigated being new heroes together.

Your childhood best friend should be here with you, by your side, being heroes together because it's what you promised, but he'd died years ago in a fire, so now you carry out both your dreams for him too.

You've been friends with Hawks for years, getting to know him only a few months after his debut.

And though you say friends, you will admit that there were some...feelings...at the start, because really, who could blame you? Of course, that crush was quickly snuffed out with him clearly solely focused on the job, with occasional random hookups, and as time went on, it disgusts you to even consider him as anything more.

He's a walking red flag, literally, with those wings, but he's your friend, your first best friend in a long time, and you know he feels the same.

You know he works directly for the Commission, even with his own agency, after they helped him so much, but you've always been wary of them. As a freelance hero, who doesn't take their orders as much as those directly aligned with them or other Hero Agencies would, they don't exactly like you either, especially with how close you are with their golden boy.

And while that isn't really much to be totally wary of them, seeing Hawks' real smile and morals dwindling over the years, is; because it's almost always after he comes back from a sketchy secret mission assigned to him from them.

So of course, you start digging where you shouldn't, because you're worried for your friend, worried for what he's becoming.

You find out that he's been ordered to kill someone, not even a villain, no.

A politician.

They apparently got on the HPSC's bad side, and now Hawks is being ordered to get them out of the picture.

That's the tipping point for you, when you stop trusting them, when you start questioning them more, their ways, their morals, their orders.

And unbeknownst to you, when they start questioning your loyalty.

*****

Recently, Hawks has been....distant. Cagey, in ways he usually wasn't, even when he had the most top secret missions.

Normally, one wouldn't be able to tell the difference, but after knowing him for so long, it's easy to spot.

You find out the reason from an unexpected source.

*****

Dabi knew the bird was a spy from the moment they met.

It was pathetically obvious.

But, well, he thought he could be useful.

Not without doing some background checks of course. Name, birthday, parents, affiliations.

Friends.

It's how he finds out about you, beautiful and achingly familiar, and one of Hawks' closest friends.

He stomps down on the flare of jealousy at that, reminding himself that that boy died years ago on that hill, reminding himself that you probably don't even remember him.

Getting someone to hack into the HPSC files, he further looks into Hawks and his movements, what missions he has, your missions, what they have on you and oh.

He thought he was at the peak of his anger towards Heroes, towards the Commission, towards Society.

He thought that the person he hates most in the world would always be his father.

He finds out that the HPSC president, and perhaps Hawks himself, are competing for that position.

Hawks is absolutely a spy, his mission to infiltrate and eliminate the League clear as day in his files, along with something else that makes his seams smoke with the heat of his anger.

The HPSC president deems you a threat, and has ordered your elimination, with Hawks being the one to carry it out.

Seething, he combs through their files, finding and collecting more and more information on the HPSC, and even then, he honestly doesn't know which one of their crimes you know about, which one has you suspected, has them wanting to silence you.

There's so many, it could be anything.

And then, he finds your file.

There are notes about your 'drifting loyalties', notes about what information they suspect you know, your schedule, and then...

The order for your assassination, along with the date and location they expect it to happen.

The very system and people that you've devoted your life to are the ones that would dare betray you, betray your trust; would try to abandon you, throwing you away like trash.

He refuses to sit back and let the best thing that's ever happened to him get snuffed out and tossed away like trash.

And hey, maybe you'd like the idea of becoming villains together instead.

*****

When you get home from a long patrol, all you want to do is shower, eat and sleep like the dead.

Those plans go out the window the moment you step foot into your apartment and feel someone is there.

You scan the dark room silently, not seeing anything at first. Then, a flicker of light; a small flame shines in the darkness, lighting up the features of a man on your couch.

Yes, a flame.

A blue flame.

Blue flames that are hauntingly familiar for multiple reasons, but one of those reasons is literally dead, so the remaining ones are terrifying.

The villain Dabi is sitting on your couch, so very casually, as he plays with the licks of fire between his fingers, the light of it illuminating his features eerily, casting shadows and making his eyes seem to glow as they stare at you.

A bead of sweat trickles down the side of your head.

Yes, you are a hero, a damn good one, at that.

That doesn't mean you're prepared to fight the A-rank villain, tired and alone, in an enclosed area, within a populated apartment building.

You swallow thickly, reminding yourself that you need to be calm.

Seeing as he already knows you're there, you flick on the lights.

"Dabi. What do you want?" You try to keep your voice steady and the tremor out of it as you speak, and you don't know if you succeed, as you slowly walk forward.

"Well hello to you too, H/N." He says sarcastically, his voice smoky and deep,

"Come sit, yeah? We need to have a lil chat."

Before you can think about it, you scoff, glaring at him warily. "And what could we, possibly have to talk about?"

Huffing a dry laugh, he raises his hand, waving a folder. "Sit and you'll find out."

This is such a bad idea, but honestly, what choice do you have?

Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself, sitting on the opposite side.

For a moment, he doesn't say anything, just staring at you, making you start to get more and more nervous and impatient.

Just as you were about to snap, you hear him murmur softly, almost sadly, "You really don't recognize me, huh?"

Taken aback, you stutter, "W-What?"

Running his fingers through his midnight hair, he mutters, "Well, I was hoping that you of all people would recognize your best friend, Y/N."

Azure eyes lock onto your wide ones as you freeze in place.

You've only had two best friends all your life, and one is dead.

Though, you never truly accepted that, did you?

Your hands shake, tears blurring your vision as you look at the man in front of you. Really look at him.

At the scars in some specific places, some from burns, some not.

At the way he taps his foot nervously.

At those blue eyes, the same color as Endeavor's, yet so different, so pretty, so achingly familiar.

When you take a closer look at his dark hair, and you can see white roots peaking out, that's what bursts the dam.

"Touya?" Your voice is fragile as you ask tentatively, hopefully; a small tremor in your voice as you gaze at him with teary eyes, and Dabi feels his heart crack.

"Yeah, Doll, it's me." He breathes, opening arms because he knows what's coming. And he's right, as you lunge forward, tackling him in a hug as you sob into his shoulder. He grips you just as tight, burying his face in your hair, hugging you tightly. And oh, how you missed his hugs, completely engulfing you in that comforting warmth.

You sob and scream at him, words muffled by his shoulder, but he just holds you through it.

And when you're done, minutes or hours later, you pull back, sitting next to him.

You need answers.

"What the fuck, Touya?" Your voice is croaky and broken from all the crying, and he chuckles lightly as he wipes away the lingering tears.

"I go by Dabi now." There's a shit eating grin threatening to be released but he manages to hold it in to spare himself of your wrath.

You glare at him through glossy eyes, biting out, "Yeah, no shit. Explain."

He sighs, thumb caressing your cheekbone as he avoids your eyes. "I'll explain everything another day. Right now, I need you to read this." He pulls back, reaching for the folder you completely forgot about, and hands it to you.

You look at him with furrowed brows as you open it, before looking down to read.

You fall silent as you read, breathing picking up as the papers crinkle in your tight grip.

"Touya, where'd you find this?" You whisper shakily, eyes flicking back up to him.

"....You know where." His voice is gentle, and somehow that makes it worse.

You swallow around the lump in your throat as you stare back down at the orders written for your winged best friend to kill you.

He wouldn't.

Would he?

You know him to be loyal to the Commission, to the president, but you also know him to be a loyal friend.

Taking a deep breath, you let it out slowly.

You'd give him the benefit of the doubt.

When you say this, of course, Dabi isn't pleased.

"And what if he actually tries to kill you? You know how much of a lap dog he is." He says through gritted teeth, trying to control his anger at the thought of you even being near Hawks.

"I....he's my friend, Tou....has been for years....I have to believe I mean more to him than an order." You try to convince yourself that you absolutely trust that he wouldn't go through with this, would warn you at the very least.

Touya scoffs in disbelief, looking at your like you're stupid, before sighing in resignation. "Okay...if that's what you want. But if he tries, or if you just change your mind, call me." He slips you a piece of paper, presumably with his number on it. "I missed ya, so if you want, you can join me in the League. They'd love you."

You sputter in surprise, looking at him with wide, incredulous eyes. "I'm a hero, Dabi."

He looks at you flatly. "Yeah, but for how long until they either kill you or revoke your license? They want to get rid of you, Y/N. Because you know they're corrupt. So, we'll just take them down."

You're on the verge of crying again, and  he could see it.

"We couldn't be heroes together, so how 'bout villains?" His smile is cheeky but genuine as he tries to lighten the mood, softening when it works, as you choke out a wet laugh.

"Just, think about, yeah?" Leaning in, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead and you feel yourself flush with warmth.

With that, he leaves the way he apparently entered. Through the window, down the fire escape.

Left alone with your thoughts, you doubt you'd get any sleep tonight.

*****

Every day since then, you've been withdrawing as much money from your account as you can without seeming suspicious, transferring the rest to another account; and with a go bag packed and ready for the worst case scenario, you stew in your anxiety as the days go by.

The date of your scheduled assassination is tomorrow, and you've yet to speak to Hawks.

You tell yourself that it's normal, because it is; you've had longer periods of time than this of not speaking to each other with the cluttered messes that are your schedules.

What isn't normal, is that if he was going to say anything, he would've by now.

You can't exactly just ask Hawks about it, as you have no way of explaining how you know, and no way of truly knowing that he wouldn't just kill you on the spot.

Because as much as you like and trust him as a friend, you've never felt that the feeling is as mutual. Like, sure he likes you enough as a friend, but would he go against orders from the HPSC for you?

You don't know, and that scares you.

So you do all you can at the moment, without outright running.

You wait.

If he tries to contact you, trying to get you to go to that specified spot tomorrow, you'll know, and you'll already have a way out with Dabi and the League; because otherwise, the truth is, there's no future for you.

Because even if you survive this, you'd have to go into hiding anyway, or they'll just try again, or ruin your life, revoking your license, everything, or just straight up frame you and toss you into Tartarus, throwing away the key.

So many bad outcomes.

Yet, naively, you hope.

*****

Then, you get a text from Hawks, asking you to hang out tomorrow, at the location.

And your heart cracks, because someone you care about, someone you trusted, has decided that your life is worth less than their job or morals.

And then you get angry.

*****

You quickly gather your things, all of your necessities packed and ready to go in a duffel bag and backpack, and contact Dabi for pickup on a burner phone.

And as the swirling portal opens up in your living room, you send off one last text to Hawks, replying with a short "Fuck you :)", on your personal phone of course, before dropping it into the prepared glass of acid, so they can't get anything off of it or track you, right next to the files Dabi gave you, and stepping through the mist.

Straight into Dabi's waiting arms.

*****

After meeting the League, you decide that you already like them, though wish you met under better circumstances.

Such as one of your best friends decidedly not trying to kill you.

For the corrupt government, no less!

And through all of the blazing anger and newfound hatred, when it's just you and Dabi left, you cry.

He softly cups your face in his scarred hands, gently tilting your head up to hold your gaze as he wipes away your tears. "The heroes would dare make a martyr of you, sacrifice you and throw you away like trash for this fucked up world." He says lowly, voice trembling with the anger that burns like small suns in his azure eyes. He leans in closer, warm breath hitting your lips, murmuring, "But I'm no hero, doll. I'd raze the world if it meant you'd be warm." His words drip with reverence, eyes blazing with the truth of his words, and you tremble where you stand.

Because as a hero, the threat and promise of such violence should horrify you.

But as just a person, who's never known true loyalty shown to you in so long, who's been betrayed and abandoned by all those you've loved and trusted, in the past and recently, being shown such devotion, no matter how tainted, how violent, by the one person you've always loved most, it is irristibly bewitching.

And before you know it, you're pulling him down into a bruising kiss, breathing out all of your doubts and worries, and he swallows them all down with a sigh of contentment, sliding one hand from your cheek, down to your waist, pulling you in closer.

To anyone else, you'd seem foolish to put any amount of trust in a villain of all people, after being burned by betrayal so many times by people they'd deem 'better'.

But they've all let you down, and Touya, Dabi, is not them, so why not try the other side?

It's a sacrifice you're actually willing to make this time.

Pulling back, you whisper against his mismatched lips.

"Let's raze everything."

His answering grin is feral and bright, and worth the sacrifice that is the world.

The very world that made the mistake of throwing you both away.

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So I'm lowkey tweaking.

Now, as a preface, I love Aizawa. That man is foine.

So anyways, I'm clearing out some old pics from my phone because I haven't done this in far too long and I find some old pics........of my ex.

(When I say old pics, I mean that shit. We broke up in like, 2019. I still see him occasionally, whenever I go to our local anime convention but yeah. We'll come back to this one in a bit.)

ANYWAYS

I've always known he's hot, and I've always known that Aizawa is hot bUT I DID NOT PUT TWO AND TWO TOGETHER OF WHY I WAS IMMEDIATELY ATTRACTED TO AIZAWA

WHY DO THEY LOOK SM ALIKE I'M GENUINELY DEVASTATED

The long, dark wavy hair, stubble in the same places, dark, sleepy eyes, eyebags, not seeming muscular under his baggy clothes, but is actually pretty defined........even their personalities and slightly sadistic tendencies.......I'm Going To Scream.

And my immediate thought was, wow, oh fuck, I really fumbled an irl Aizawa lookalike huh, but then my brain caught up like. Bitch?? He's an asshole who cheated on you??? Get a grip???? And I calmed down but still.

THE WASTE.

To realize that they look and act so much alike is DEVASTATING ‼

Now, onto The Worst Part. Remember when I said I still see him occasionally at the anime convention??

HE CUT HIS HAIR.

HE LOOKS LIKE TIME SKIP AIZAWA NOW TOO.

I CANNOT ESCAPE, SOMEONE PLEASE FREE ME FROM THIS TORMENT.

My only solace is that they don't sound alike. 😃

Like yeah, his voice was pretty deep but not Aizawa deep.

So yeah, I needed to rant. 🙂

So this was a dangerous read 😃

I've recently been missing my ex and 💫considering💫 stupid things, and then this is the first thing I see as soon as I open the app????

I wanna bite something.

Possibly cry.

GOJO AS YOUR DOWN-BAD EX - PART 2

warnings — being followed, drinking/being drunk, profanity, talks of not sleeping, mentions of fighting, implied female reader!

read part one here!

a/n — last part because i think we can all tell the date went well :)) anyways thank you so much for the support on these texts!!

ivoryu © do not copy, steal or translate.

Me literally like 10 mins ago

Good shit

GRAHHHH

I am.........very not sober.......

I had fun tho ✌🏾😗

....This took way too long to write lol.....I'm gonna sleep like the dead lmao...

Music and occasionally podcasts, but for writing it's either complete silence or instrumental music.....the lyrics WILL distract me, especially if I know and like the songs, in which case I have no choice but to sing along and get completely distracted and nothing gets done💀

Hawks........Someone gimme a mf flamethrower, I got a bird to roast 🥰

Who did you get? Who do you have to fight based on your birthday month?

Me: "Tomura.... well, I'm dead..... I'm klutzy as hell, which would not help XD Unless, I can somehow romance our gamer boy. Yes, it would be cheating, wouldn't you?"

@togeandmegumilover @slayfics @fanofflames @dabislittlemouse @staitc-rj @chainslobber

They could never make me dislike Dabi or like Enji.

(TW‼ for s*xual assault/abuse, m*rder thoughts, small trauma dump)

There was a period of time where I genuinely considered doing something about my abuser, because I trusted him, I trusted both of them, but didn't because I wouldn't be able to get away with it and I'm simply not built for prison. And now, after all the help and therapy, I'm not actively feeling violent, but I will admit that I am eagerly waiting for them to pass.

My therapist told me that's normal and okay and I broke down because thank fuck, I'm not evil, just hurt and wanted justice where I knew I wouldn't get any.

Because to this day I genuinely do not feel safe, years later. Not while he's alive. Not while I never got justice and never will.

Dabi is truly such a comfort for me. I wish we never went through the things we did, especially not so young, not even a proper teen, and though they were different forms of abuse, though mine left no physical scars, just mental and emotional ones, he just makes me feel seen and not so alone.

I will defend that man to my last breath.

Dabi is AMAZING and RARE rep for abuse victims.

I'll say it once, twice, a million times. A lot of the time victims do want to hurt or even kill their abusers, being blinded by it and not caring who's hurt in the process, and that's something that's rarely acknowledged in media. More often than not we get character's who have been through therapy, they've made up and made peace with the people who hurt them, they're okay!! But we never get to see what happens when those people don't get the help they need, (well, sometimes we do, but usually we only get to see the madman that was formed by abuse, not the abuse itself. And it's even rarer that we get to see these characters cry or show empathy towards their own victims) which is why I think it's really important for it to be shown. Like, not as a warning, but more as a "yes, other victims think this way. You aren't supposed to be just fine after going through that. You need help, and that's fine."

I do see a lot of people think that abuse victims becoming killers/villains demonizes abuse victims and like,, I find that ridiculously stupid. If you go through heavy trauma, especially if it was inflicted by the people meant to love and take care of you, you will NOT be okay, no matter how okay you think you are, you're not. Victims often DO want to hurt people, they DO think about bad things and do bad things quite often, it's not normal but it's common. Hurt people hurt people sometimes!! It sucks, I know people hate to acknowledge it, but it's TRUE. You can claim that saying that demonizes victims, and maybe it does, but if you don't let people know that they're not alone, they won't even try to get help. And Dabi is a good representation of that no matter what you think. Throughout the show we see him express empathy through actions AND words on occasion (ex. Him crying, while saying he thinks about his victims very often)

Hurt people hurt people, but that doesn't mean they're not people. And Dabi shows that in a way that I haven't seen in any other character.

(I know I repeated myself a couple times but I am SOOO sick and tired. Like, as in, I am tired aswell as sick. Not as in I'm sick n tired of whatever)

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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 you 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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Pretty (Like Nothing Else)

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: You think everything about Dabi is very pretty and you dpn't really know what to do with yourself.

Dabi gets all the love and praise he deserves, and you get a surprise.

Pairing: Dabi/F!Reader

Content Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Fingering, Oral (Both), Dacryphilia, Praise Kink, Light Choking, Creampie, Body Worship, Light Dom/Sub, Submissive Top Dabi, Power Bottom Reader, Dabi has Genital Piercings, Minimal Use of Y/N

Word Count: 9.8K

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

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

We Dabi Simps gotta eat ♡

My Ao3 is the same username if you wanna go there

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Joining the League of Villains was interesting to say the least. The lineup a teen vampire yandere, the most unhinged guy you've ever met keeping it together by a paper bag and a thread, a magician, a woman with a magnet the size of her attempted murder record, a Stain fanboy, a crusty gamer and of course a crispy frankenstein of a man held together with staples and spite.

They're all interesting to a degree, and all annoying to a degree, but Dabi is a special type of annoying. Always with a quip or retort to anything you say, always with an insult at the tip of his tongue, always with a way to get under your skin.

These make up most of your interactions with him and it makes your skin itch in irritation and annoyance, and your fingers twitch with the urge to wrap around that scarred neck and just squeeze.

Until it doesn't.

Until he's getting under your skin in another way.

A distinct underlying heat that matches his flames, making your skin itch with the urge to be soothed under calloused fingertips and mismatched lips, and your fingers twitch with the urge to instead touch and caress; the want to feel the contrast of soft skin and rough scars.

Dabi is a special type of annoying, but recently you've been having a hard time remembering that sometimes. This being one of those times.

You're all drinking in the bar, half blowing off steam, half celebrating not getting caught after a semi successsful job, though you and Dabi don't drink like the others, what with Dabi's quirk, as fire and alcohol definitely don't mix, and you just don't like the feeling of your focus being that distant.

And though Dabi isn't drinking as much, he's still playing a game of cards with Compress, Spinner, Twice and Magne, with Toga spectating for the most part, blood bag in hand with a straw, while Kurogiri is shining his glasses behind the bar counter and Shigaraki is in a corner booth on his switch. You're having fun all the same, especially with Twice and Spinner as drunk entertainment, drink in hand.

Deep laughter echoes out, rich, raspy and soot tinted, even over the uproarous laughter of the others, and your breath catches in your throat as you take in the sound and the scene.

Dabi, shining, azure eyes lidded and crinkled at the edges, and piercings and staples glinting in the low light, pulling taut with the wide smile curling mismatched lips. Head thrown back and neck a long line of rough scars that you want to lick and sink your teeth into, chest rising and falling with the breathy amusement.

Dragging your eyes away, you finish your drink and get another one because you weren't expecting to be thinking like that about Dabi of all people. Not expecting to think he looks pretty.

You ignore the lingering image of Dabi's smile burned into the back of your eyelids.

*****

It's after another half successful mission, when the thought comes back to you.

Trench coat folded in half and thrown over the back of the armchair beside him, Dabi stands talking with Compress, arms crossed. It makes the muscles in his scarred forearms flex a bit, the silver tungsten rings that decorate his fingers glint in the dim lighting. The pale, unmarred bit of his left cheek has a thin gash and unruly black hair frames his face imperfectly perfect.

The dark scarring beneath his eyes and the furrow of his brows make the pretty cerulean blue seem to burn that bit brighter, and his shirt is torn in some places.

He reeks of blood, sweat and smoke and you want to kiss him.

And oh.

You like Dabi.

And you don't know what to do with that.

*****

Later that week, sat on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, you don't really pay the League members milling around much mind.

That is, until you catch the disctinct sound of Dabi's bootfalls on the wood of the floor.

Not really meaning to, your eyes dart up and around until they land on him. And what a sight it was.

His head tipped back, arms raised above his head with his fingers interlaced, tilted a bit to his left and back in a stretch as he walks, allows for glorious things to happen.

Such as his belt not doing its job, causing his dark jeans to hang low on narrow hips, the waistband of his boxers peeking out. Loose, black tshirt ridden up exposes a sharp V line, which emphasizes prominent hip bones and frames a thin, pale happy trail, the dip of his navel, and a hint of abs, which flex along with the muscles in his arms.

You follow your self preservation insticts telling you to sink your teeth into your bottom lip and turn away, because something would've come out, all of which embarrassing.

Drool? A gasp? A moan? A....request? Who knows, all were possible options.

*****

The League is lounging around the bar again, some talking, some scrolling through their phones silently.

You and Dabi, sat beside each other, were a part of the latter category.

Deciding you need a distraction from the heady scent of smoke and strawberry lollipop and the image of Dabi's lips wrapped around said lollipop, you settle on listening to music.

Getting your pair of tangled earphones out of your hoodie pocket, you begin the careful, infuriating mission of untangling them without making it worse or bursting the wire.

Brows furrowed in concentration, you struggle for a minute, before it's snatched out of your hands.

"Wha—" you start, eyes snapping over to Dabi, but is quickly distracted when he pulls out the lollipop from his mouth, lips catching and lingering on it for a moment, before letting go with a quiet 'pop'.

"That was....one of the saddest things I've ever witnessed." Dabi says, expression a mix of pitying and amused.

Your brain takes a moment to reboot before you process that Dabi is now untangling the cord for you, lollipop back in his mouth, poking out his cheek.

Drawing in a breath, you begin to ask, "Why—"

"Shh. T'was sad.", was Dabi's slightly slurred reply, the lollipop affecting his speech.

You, in your confused, horny loss of words, look down in a slight daze at where Dabi's slender, pretty, dexterous fingers, decorated in his pretty rings and painted nails, meticulously work through the knots and tangles in your earphones, and your mind wanders.

And after, when your untangled earphones are returned to you, and you mutter out a thanks, plugging it in, music now blaring in your ears, all you could think about was the contrast of Dabi's strawberry red stained top lip and scarred bottom lip, how they looked wrapping back around the lollipop, how they would taste, and how his pretty, pretty fingers would look and feel on your tongue, around your throat, on your skin and inside of you.

*****

What you don't know, or even consider, is that Dabi watches you from the corner of his eye, entralled gaze dragging from your pretty eyes shining from the phone screen to the small pout of your lips, to the line of your neck and the tips of your hair brushing against your ears.

*****

Remember when you said Dabi was a special type of annoying but it was hard to remember sometimes? Yeah, this is not one of those times.

You planned to sit peacefully binging one of your favourite shows in your room, as the rest of the League were all out doing whatever they did when they weren't at the bar and didn't have a mission.

All except Dabi.

"I think that's my shirt."

Stepping out of your bathroom, towel draped over your head, you startle at the unexpected, familiar voice of Dabi in your previously empty room.

Eyes snapping up to see him lounging on your small couch like it's his, his coat thrown over the back, you roll your eyes before the words process.

You pause, then look down at the white t-shirt you'd just thrown on without looking too hard. Blinking, you pull at the hem of the shirt, realizing it's a bit baggier than usual, before looking back up at Dabi with an awkward tilt to your lips.

Now aware, the shirt hangs low enough to show your collarbone and shoulder.

"Oh." You say, sheepish.

You feel your face burn and hopes it doesn't show as prominently as it feels.

Dabi's expression slowly shifting into a smirk takes your hope out back and shoots it dead.

"S'fine." He shrugs, smirk still in place, tugging lightly at his staples, eyes lazily dragging over your exposed collarbone and shoulder, then down to where the hem of the shirt reaches just below your black shorts. "Keep it, looks good."

You short circuit for a moment, before flushing.

You walk over to your nightstand, slipping on a pair of flipflops, and grab your brush, grumbling to hopefuly distract from your flustered state, "What are you even doing here?"

"I'm bored." he grins, cheeky and adorable, and you have to turn away, fighting to not flush even more.

You brush out whatever tangles you have in your hair, before tying it in a low, loose bun, strands at the sides framing your face, all while ignoring the eyes you can feel on your skin and the goosebumps that raise there in response.

Dabi sits up when you gesture for him to move over and you sit in relatively comfortable silence, the sounds from the show on the television filling the space, with Dabi scrolling through his phone, occasionally glancing up at the TV screen.

Which would be fine if his presence wasn't so fucking distracting, to the point that the only reason you even have an inkling of what the fuck is going on is that you've seen this show before.

He's in his usual loose, white tshirt, jeans and boots, nails seemingly freshly painted a shiny, sleek black, rings adorning his pretty fingers, chain hung low around his neck, pendant disappearing beneath the tshirt between toned pecs. The end of his belt hangs between his spread legs, right arm stretched out along the back of the couch behind you, fingers silently tapping a pattern, phone in his left hand, elbow on the armrest and he smells of smoke and sandalwood.

You never thought you'd be jealous of the end of a belt, yet here you are.

You try your best to not tense or outwardly show any of your thoughts, which is distracting, and so you don't see the fucking beetle flying towards you until it's directly in front of your face, so of course you screech, which then causes the sexy fucker to laugh at you, as you swat it away; the little shit thankfully flying out of your room.

Your eyes stay trained on where it left as the sound of Dabi's laughter washes over you. His laugh is rough and smokey and pretty, just like the rest of him, and you can't help but feel warm and gooey at the sound even though you're the one being laughed at.

"Damn, didn't know all it took to spook ya was a tiny bug." The asshole says, snickering.

You turn away from where the bug flew out to Dabi, to glare at him, because that fucker was not tiny, thank you very much, only to have to use all your willpower to not immediately combust on the spot, because he's smirking enough to show off sharp canines, eyes lidded and on you. He looks smug, and it's infuriating, and it's pretty, and you wants those teeth sunk into your throat.

That last thought has you subconciously chewing on your lip, fingers twisting and pulling at each other.

You roll your eyes, fighting back your blush with a broom at this point, but whatever you were going to say gets caught in your throat when Dabi leans over and grabs your wrist, phone now in his lap.

His touch is heated, almost burning, but you don't say anything as Dabi tugs your hands away from each other, examining it with an unreadable expression.

"You really gotta stop doin' that, Doll." He tilts his head down to inspect your fingers, then looks back up at you through his lashes, eyes electric.

The tips of your ears burn as you clench your jaw, lest you gape.

You swallow thickly and Dabi's eyes dart down to your throat at the movement, an odd glint in his eyes that makes you feel like prey in the best of ways. The thought makes you flush even harder, to the point where you can feel the warmth of the blush reach all the way down your neck, below the baggy tshirt.

Given the way he slowly drags his eyes down the column of your neck before tracing your collarbone with his gaze, Dabi notices too.

He licks his lips before glancing up to meet your eyes with what appears to be uncertainty, hesitating for a moment.

Your breath stutters in your chest, pulse beneath Dabi's fingertips racing as you see him begin to slowly lean in, but he's interrupted by the door of the room slamming open.

You yank your hand away from Dabi as if you'd been scorched, turning sharply to the door.

"Y/N~!" Toga sings, skipping into the room. "Wanna come play games with us?~"

"Um, no thanks, Toga, not now. I'm in the middle of something." You force out, gesturing to the TV screen, taking a breath and willing your blush to go away.

"Aww, please~?" Toga pouts. "We're all playing! Even Dabi! Right, Dabi?" She turns her puppy eyes to him, to which he looks at her flatly.

"No."

"Booo~" Her cheeks puff

"Maybe later." You mutter, taking a glance at Dabi, who's hand is now clenched back around his phone, looking away from you and at his black screen instead, with a neutral expression.

Toga doesn't move for a bit, still pouting at first but then looks between the two of you and her expression turns into something sly.

"...Did I interrupt anything?~"

"No." You answer, a bit too quickly to be convincing, while Dabi scoffs and waves her off. You glance at him, teeth clenched, before quickly looking away, fingers twisting together again.

"You didn't interrupt anythin', Leech." Dabi says plainly, stretching his arms out casually, "I was just teasin' Dolly again. You know how much fun she is to annoy." He snickers and your eyes snap back up, jaw clenched as tight as your chest, cheeks and eyes burning, just a bit.

Oh.

Of course.

Obviously Dabi was just messing with you.

"Get out." You mumble, averting your eyes to the abandoned television, throat just a bit tight, before adding, "Both of you." In the corner of your eye you see something flicker across Dabi's face, something resembling regret if you want to be wishful, but then he clicks his tongue and pushes off the couch.

Grabbing up his coat from the back of the couch, he says, "Come on, Leech. Let's go play." He ruffles her hair as he passes her on his way out the door, left hand stuffed into his pocket, not a glance back.

Toga watches you silently for a second, but relents when you pick up the remote to turn up the volume. "Hmm, okay. Later~!" She says skipping out, thankfully closing the door behind her.

Room once again empty, with no one there to see, you clench your eyes shut, willing the burning to go away.

Dabi's touch had been so warm.

*****

Deciding to put whatever the fuck that was that happened between you and Dabi in a box and lock it up, you eventually make your way out two hours later to join in on Toga's invitation, not bothering to change from earlier, though your hair is now loose again.

You don't join in on the games, choosing to sit at the bar silently, sipping at a glass of something strong and sweet, spinning your stool occasionally as you watch them play.

They drink and play and laugh for a few more hours, before they eventually start filing out, to either go up to their rooms or back to their appartments they might still have, until it's just you at the bar and Dabi coming up behind you, heavy bootfalls the most obvious indicator and you force yourself to not tense at the heat at your back, taking another sip that you no longer taste.

Taking a seat on a stool to your left, long fingers, nails painted black, wrapped around his empty glass, Dabi reaches for the bottle you were drinking from, coincidently the same thing he was drinking before, and pouring himself another glass, and a little more into your own.

"So. What's up?" He takes a sip before continuing at your raised eyebrow. "Been lookin' over all night. Figured you had sometin' to say. So?"

Fuck, were you that obvious? It wasn't even really a conscious effort most of the time.

You avert your eyes and take a sip to avoid talking for a moment and to think of something to say. It's a real shame that being in close proximity to the pretty blue, distracting eyes trained on you and the walking heater they belong to melted your brain cells, so you just settle on, "It's nothing."

You sit in silence for a bit, with Dabi looking at you with an unreadable expression.

After a few minutes, Dabi is the one that breaks the silence. "Listen, 'bout earlier....I didn't mean—" but you cut him off before he can continue, because you don't need to hear that he was just teasing you twice.

"Yeah, I know. I heard you." You mutter, downing the last bit in your glass then reaching for the bottle for more.

Dabi grabs it before you can and sets it farther away from your reach, ignoring the glare sent his way.

"No, I didn't mean that, Doll." Dabi cups your cheek in a warm palm, turning you to face him. Your eyes widen at the look Dabi levels you with. You hide the way your hands tremble at the intensity and focus that drench that look, picking at your fingernails.

"I meant..... I didn't mean that I was just teasin' you. I....was a nervous dumbass and I'm sorry."

You slowly blink at him, trying to process the words that sound like another language to you.

You eventually gather your braincells enough to form a coherant thought and response.

"You......why were you nervous?" You aren't usually hopeful about much things these days, but you couldn't help it in that moment.

Dabi's hand twitches minutely where it still rests on your cheek, and he bites his bottom lip, avoiding your gaze as he seems to consider if he should say. When he glances back at you, whatever he sees in your expression makes his decision for him.

He takes a deep breath and focuses that intense gaze on you once more. Brushing his thumb over your cheekbone, he sighs out, "Because I wanted to kiss you, Sweetheart."

Caught off guard at the bluntness, though you really shouldn't be, it's Dabi, your breath hitches, eyes wide.

Dabi leans in a bit closer as he readjusts his hold on your cheek, other hand coming up to brush stray strands of hair away from your face. Gaze travelling from your eyes to your lips, and back up, he whispers, "Can I kiss you?"

You feel like you can smell sounds and hear colours as your brain reboots. When your brain finally catches up to what you heard, you just nod slowly, almost afraid to speak because you don't know what will come out, and you let yourself be pulled in closer.

Dabi leans in, and just as your lips brush, he hesitates, "Are you sure?"

You almost whimper. "Please"

Warm, mismatched lips, unlike anything you've ever felt before, meet your own in a hesitant, chaste kiss, neither trying to deepen it, just a firm press of lips. But in that moment, it was the best you'd felt in a long while, after wondering what his skin would feel like against yours, and you want to satisfy that burning curiosity to its fill now that you're allowed.

After only a few seconds though, you pull away, not wanting to be greedy. Though you nearly choke on a startled breath, because Dabi has other ideas.

He tugs you back in, hand sliding to the back of your neck and tightening his grip there, fingers tangled in soft strands, other hand sliding down your side to grip at your hip, firmly sealing your lips together, licking and nipping at your bottom lip drawing out a soft gasp from you, and slips a hot tongue into the seam of your lips. Dabi kisses like there's a wildfire writhing beneath his skin. His mouth, like the rest of him, is so unbelieveably hot and he tastes of alcohol, smoke and something sweet and you might just get addicted to that.

Licking into his mouth, you find the stud through Dabi's tongue and can't help the little breathy moan and laughter that pushes out. Held together by staples and he still can't resist adding a few more pretty pieces of metal.

You reach a hand up to wrap your fingers around the scarred wrist, your other hand tangled in and tugging lightly at midnight locs, and Dabi kisses you harder for it.

Calloused fingers create a trail of heat on your skin, up your back, and down your side under the loose shirt, as you pant out a little sigh into his mouth. Teeth nip at your already swollen lips before heated, mismatched lips trail down over your jaw to your sensitive neck, hot tongue laving over your skin, after brushing the hair sitting there back, while a scarred hand reaches up the loose shirt to pinch at your nipple through your bra, drawing out a breathy gasp.

Dabi continues his trail of kisses down to your exposed collarbone, nipping, licking and sucking at the skin, a hickey already forming there on the tender skin, then back up your neck, to your ear, where he nibbles and sucks at the earlobe before whispering huskily, "My room?", all while squeezing your hip and rolling your nipple between his fingers. And something unseen snaps within you as you agree, unable to do anything else, because you would love nothing more.

*****

You stumble your way to Dabi's room, barely able to keep your hands and lips from each other, making it take that bit longer than it should to get there.

Dabi slams and locks the door behind you, before pulling you towards his bed.

Though before Dabi could do anything, you push him back onto the bed with a palm to his chest, making him bounce slightly. Dabi quickly kicks off his boots before crawling backward on his elbows to get comfortable against his pillows, eyes trained on you, as the bed dips as you join him.

You swing your leg over to perch yourself on Dabi's lap, straddling him; your hands cup scarred cheeks, drawing him into a kiss.

Dabi had his turn at your skin, now it was yours.

Slick tongue laving over the scarred bottom lip, your let out a small hum of appreciation at the texture, before licking into his mouth to get more of that addictive taste.

Dabi allows for you to take the lead this time, perfectly content with his hands getting to explore and grope at smooth legs beneath the shorts, as he gets kissed stupid.

You let out a small, breathy moan at the feeling of heated, caloused hands squeezing and caressing your thighs; the contrast of your cool skin and Dabi's warmth making it that bit more prominent, as you grind down into his lap. The hardness you meet and the heated fingers now rubbing your throbbing cunt through your shorts, drag out a muffled whimper from you, as you suck on his tongue.

Dabi groans at the feeling of you grinding against him, tightening his grip on your thigh, hands heating up. Your whimper turns Dabi's brain a bit foggy, the sound going straight to his dick.

You nip at his lips once more before pulling back, a thin string of saliva still connecting you. One glance at lidded, hazed over azure eyes, long, thick lashes, flushed cheeks and shining, kiss swollen lips has you breathing out, "Fuck, so pretty.", before leaning right back in.

The kiss doesn't last as long as you would like, because Dabi pulls back, brows furrowed, blue eyes wide, glossy and gorgeous, and mumbles, "What? I'm not—" His voice is breathy and dazed, right before it hitches as you give a firm roll of your hips and he's so fucking pretty, fucking hell.

You trail kisses down the side of his jaw, to his neck, scars heated and rough, but pleasant and pretty all the same.

Stilling your hips, you raise your head from his neck, your molten gaze meeting liquid sapphires. Voice low and hot in your indignation and reverance, you rasp, "Pretty eyes," you kiss the corner of his eye, "pretty blush," a kiss to his heated cheek, "pretty smile," you kiss the corner of his lips, "pretty scars," a kiss to his scarred jaw, "pretty hands," you press a kiss to his knuckles, lips brushing the rings sitting there, "pretty staples." a kiss to the seam running across the back of his hand, "pretty fingers," a kiss to the pads of his index and middle finger, before letting them slip inside, tongue caressing and wrapping around them as you suck and lave at them.

"Doll—" His voice is all breathy and needy and sweet, and oh so pretty, but it would be even prettier if only—

You release his fingers with a pop, eyes lidded, lips now pressed against the scarred wrist, and murmur, "My name. You've got such a pretty voice too, Dabi. I wanna hear you say my name, baby.", the words pressed into the rough skin like a prayer.

And Dabi melts, not knowing where his confidence and control went, or how and when your positions actually switched, but more than okay with it as the words, and truth and reverance held in your gaze, settle over him like a featherlight blanket of adoration and warmth, and soak into his skin like a soothing balm.

And he obeys; uttering your name like a prayer and a plea, and you understand exactly what he needs as you kiss him slow and soft, savouring and worshipping his taste like that in itself is a deity.

One new thought pops into your mind that never really did before; part retaliation for earlier, part pure arousal and reverance.

'I bet he looks pretty when he cries too.'

Rocking your hips at the thought, you trail your way down the column of his scarred, sensitive throat, nipping, licking and sucking, cool lips pressing kisses into his skin like a stamp; even through his body heat, where your lips even ghost over, feel like a brand, and Dabi groans at your ministrations.

Every brush of your lips and stroke of your tongue is a new prayer.

Your hands trail up and under his loose shirt, cool fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake, as scarred, heated hands grip your hips and pull you flush against each other.

Feeling the heat of him through your clothes as you lick into Dabi's mouth, behind his teeth, you roll your hips against him, wanting another one of those needy little sounds against your tongue.

You get what you want just as your fingers brush against Dabi's nipples, and you now have a need to see more.

Tugging at the hem of his shirt gets your point across, Dabi's hands trembling minutely as he sits up and pulls the shirt up and off obediently, before dropping back onto the pillow.

And you outright whimper out a breathy "Fuck." at just the sight, because Dabi is a vision.

Midnight locs splayed out like a dark halo beneath him, glossy, cerulean eyes lidded and hazy, smooth, healthy skin flushed a rosy pink, contrasting beautifully with the rough, dark scars; the lean muscles across his chest and stomach rippling with every breath.

The light glints off of the staples holding him together and the added silver barbells speared through his dusty rose nipples you felt moments before. Your thumbs find those immediately, rubbing, pinching and rolling over them, the metal warm to the touch.

Dabi breathes out a moan, hips twitching and back arching up slightly into the touch.

Your eyes trained on Dabi, you slide down the length of his body, chest laying on his stomach, fingers still playing with his left nipple, and you lave the flat of your tongue over the other, before wrapping your lips around it, suckling on the bud, drawing out a muted whine from Dabi; a scarred hand flying up to tangle long fingers in your hair, the other gripping the sheet beside him.

You squeeze his right hip before bringing that hand up to the pert, wet nipple, mouth switching to latch onto the left, tongue flicking over the bud.

Dabi pants as he watches through lidded eyes; turquoise meeting yours.

You keep your eyes locked as you let go of the swollen bud with a wet pop, and slide down the length of his torso, trailing cool, open mouthed kisses as you go along the paths your hands caress, the muscles jumping beneath the heated skin.

You lick up the length of the pale hairs of his happy trail before dipping your tongue into his navel, and Dabi whimpers, hand tightening in your strands.

Laying flat on your stomach, ankles crossed, you thumb at his hip bones, dragging a hand down the side of the straining outline in his jeans. "Can I?" You press a light kiss to the tent, eyes locked on his.

Dabi nods and a small "Mhm.", is all he can manage to get out, and even that is breathy and choked.

Arousal coils hot and heavy in the pit of his stomach as he pants, breathing open mouthed and needy, and his breath hitches just a bit at the look you level him with. The focused, heated gaze piercing through him, pupils dialated, just a ring around them now, cheeks flushed, lips glistening and swollen, quirked up in a small smirk.

And Dabi thinks he might believe that you truly do think that he's pretty, because the soft, heated, reverant way your gaze lingers on him makes him squirm and light up and couldn't possibly be faked. And he wonders if you know that you're pretty too, with everything that you are.

He decides that you need to know if you don't.

As you begin to push yourself up to unbuckle his belt to pull down the pants, Dabi pushes the strands from your face, caresses your cheek with a thumb and murmurs, "Pretty." And you look up with an adorable deer in headlights look, about to say something, probably in refusal but then you see the soft look Dabi fixes you with, realizes that you'd be a hypocrite if you deny it when you're trying to get Dabi to believe you when you say it, so you just give him a small, soft, sappy smile, and press a kiss to his hip bone.

You tug down the jeans, Dabi lifting his hips to help, and pull it off, leaving him in just his underwear. Feeling overdressed, you pull your own shirt and shorts off, leaving you in just your underwear, panties soaked.

Dabi's legs fall open as you kneel between them. You lean up for a kiss, licking into his mouth and sucking at his bottom lip, before sliding back down; knees spread, you rest on your elbows, back arched.

Dabi bites his lip, cock twitching in its confines as his eyes drag over you, taking in the sight of the alluring expanse of your arched back, dotted with your marks, the curve of your ass in the panties, more prominent because of the tight material, and the sheer fact that you are kneeling between his legs.

You can see the outline of him, hard and twitching in his boxers. Dabi squirms under your scrutiny, and your smile turns sly and wicked.

You mouth at the thick bulge, just to be a tease, and smirk at the whispered curse you gain.

Deciding you've waited long enough for this, you pull the boxers down and off, freeing his erection and oh. His cock is long, thick, curved, veiny and pretty, because of course it is, but along with the flushed pink tip, there are three barbells running along the underside of it.

And obviously, you have to let him know. One hand on his upper thigh, the other gripping the length, you press a kiss to the inside of his thigh and mutter into the skin there, "Mmm, of course you're pretty down here too.", eyes locked on his, and slowly drag the flat of your slick tongue up the underside of his shaft, over the piercings and prominent veins, and press a kiss to the spongy, flushed tip, lips getting smeared in the pre that beads there. And Dabi whimpers, letting out a curse, fingers tightening around the strands of hair; hips shifting and cock twitching, at both the sensation and the praise.

You wrap your lips around the flushed head, dipping your tongue into the slit there, your eyes slipping shut and you moan around him at the taste, before swirling it around him. Your hand grips the base, thumb playing with the lowest piercing there, drawing out a hiss from Dabi, that breaks away into a moan; his hips twitching at the vibrations to his tip from your moans.

Wanting to see Dabi's expressions, you slowly open your eyes, holding his gaze as you slide down his length, the quirk warmed metal a pleasant added texture over your lips and tongue, and you want to feel them inside you, in the best way they can be; your pussy instinctively clenching around nothing, but first you want to taste him.

You reach halfway before bobbing your head a few times, sucking and hollowing your cheeks on your way up each time, your hand moving along the length your mouth doesn't reach, as Dabi clenched his eyes and teeth, chest heaving.

Saliva laves over his length and balls and the gluck gluck gluck that sound out as you bob, slurp and suck at his cock, wet and sloppy, has Dabi moaning out a curse.

You pull off, a string of saliva connecting you to his dick. Ducking further, you run your tongue along the crease between his balls, where your saliva leaves a sloppy path, before slurping one into your mouth and humming. You tighten your spit soaked fingers at the base of his cock as you feel it pulse in your grasp.

Dabi already feels blissed out and almost overwhelmed. And then you release him to lick your way back up and suckle on the tip before sliding down. And slide down even more, feeding more of his cock into your mouth. And then some more. And more, till you're deepthroating him, lips pressed to the base of the shaft, his cockhead kissing the back of your throat.

Dabi's eyes widen as he pants, sitting up; his hands frantically gather your hair up and back, to see.

At the sight that greets him, voice throaty and rough, Dabi breathes, bordering whimpering, out, "Fuck, baby."

Lidded eyes staring back at him, glistening and hazy, tears pricking at the corners; lips swollen and stretched over him, and cheeks flushed and stuffed full of cock.

Though you relax your throat to accommodate him, it still spasms around his cockhead.

That and the sight of you make his dick pulse, which you moan in response to, eyes rolling shut, causing Dabi's hips to jerk, as he hisses in a breath, and tightens his grip in your hair; digging blunt nails into the palm of his other hand, lest he comes immediately.

Your cunt throbs, neglected and aching to be touched, to be filled, but you ignore it for now.

Because you are on cloud nine.

The heavy weight on your tongue, the taste of him, the heady, musky scent from where your nose is pressed to the pale hairs, the noises that you draw out, the tightened grip on your hair and the blissed out expression on Dabi's face all accumulate, making you soar; eyes rolling back.

A steady moan, almost purr, resonates from your throat, as your tongue moves over him, rubbing against his sensitive piercings and Dabi's eyes roll back as that's almost too much. "Shit, Doll. I'm gonna come, baby." His voice breaks a bit on its way out as he tries to pull you off, but you have other ideas.

Your eyes peel open, gaze fixed on Dabi's expression, because this is definitely not a sight that you are willing to miss, as your hips sway tauntingly, like a cat preparing to pounce and get exactly what it wants; throat tightening as you swallow around his head and hum.

The vibrations shoot through him like lightning and Dabi comes, his vision whiting out as his eyes roll back, mouth falling open in an almost silent whimpered out moan, as his chest heaves from the mind numbing orgasm.

Dabi's cock spasms in your mouth as ropes of hot, thick come spill over your tongue and down your throat; you gulp it all down all while moaning at the taste and the vision that is Dabi coming undone.

Getting lost in the taste, practically drunk on it, your eyes go hazy as you keep on sucking and swallowing around him, almost like you're trying to milk him dry of every last drop, and Dabi squirms at the building discomfort of overstimulation setting in.

Becoming overwhelmed, his eyes sting, and pink tinnted tears prick the corner of his eye and stream down his cheek as you continue your ministrations.

Tugging at the strands still wrapped around his fingers, he hisses and whines out, "Mmn, stop, stop, too much."

It manages to get through the haze, somehow registering, and your eyes flick up to him as you let go of his dick with a wet pop, giving one last lick over the tip.

When you see the glistening, hazy eyes and dripping tears, you slide up his body, moaning as you kiss his cheek to stop the tears in its tracks, before licking up the path it created and whispering huskily into his ear, "Fuck, I was right. Pretty when you cry too.", before pressing a kiss below his ear.

The praise sends a jolt to his sensitive cock, dragging him out of his haze and Dabi grabs you by the side of your neck and pulls you into a searing kiss, licking into your mouth and tasting himself on your tongue.

Pulling away with a thin string of saliva connecting you, he notices the moist material of your panties, his hand dipping down and in, stroking along your clit.

You moan at the feel of hot fingers rubbing at your sensitive clit, as he dips down to your neck and nibbles a hickey into the skin there.

The sight and feel of Dabi's hot, pretty hands and fingers on you, and the added sensation of his ministrations on your throat send you over the edge within three strokes, almost choking on a gasp as your hips and cunt twitch and spasm.

Slick spilling over his scarred hand as you come in your underwear, Dabi strokes you until you whine, teasing you for all you're worth like you did moments before in small retaliation.

Dabi smirks as he gains back some of the control he had at the beginning of all this as he takes in the sight of you flushed and panting and he wants more.

He has the thought that you look delectable and he wants to taste you, and before he can even process the thought, he brings his hand up to his mouth and licks, heated eyes holding your widened, amorous gaze as he licks his hand clean.

Your pussy gives a pulsing throb, and you surge foward to capture Dabi's face between your hands and his lips in a fierce kiss.

Dabi gives as good as he gets, wet and sloppy, and you can feel him smirk into the kiss, and that kind of makes your brain short circuit, from both the action and the slight whiplash.

You pull away panting, hands trembling minutely, and demand, "Lube. Where is it?"

And Dabi's smirk widens, staples tugging and sharp canines on show, azure eyes almost glowing with their mix of heat and amusement and you damn near whimper because fuck he's so fucking hot.

You get your answer when Dabi tilts and nods his head to his left, towards the nightstand. "Top drawer."

You rumages around for a few seconds, and when you get it you throw it beside Dabi on the bed.

Without saying a word, you grab his hands and gently pull off all of his rings, depositing them on the nightstand. Dabi just watches you with a raised eyebrow and a smug, sexy smirk painting his lips. The clinks of the rings hitting the wood the only sound for the moment.

When finished, you quickly unclasp and slip off your bra and peel off your soaked panties, then turn molten gems back to him and grip his face with your right hand, tilting his head up to lock your eyes, and Dabi feels a shudder run through him at the sheer want held within your gaze. His teeth biting into his scarred bottom lip, small smirk still tugging the corner of his lips, he gazes up at you with lidded eyes.

"You're gonna stretch me open on your pretty fingers and then you're gonna fill me up with your pretty, fat cock and fuck me stupid. Sound good?" The heat that coated your words could rival Dabi's hottest flames and he felt his cock react before he could.

His voice was husky when he finally found it, lowly murmuring, "Fuck yeah, baby. Come here."

He pulls you back into his embrace, flipping you to be beneath him and sliding between your legs, where you brush against each other, as he captures your lips in another kiss, swallowing your moan at the slight friction.

He takes his time kissing and nipping his way down your jaw and neck, to your collarbone and chest, leaving marks as he goes. He sucks, bites and pinches at the sensitive nipples, playing and tugging at them until they're shiny, puffy and flushed, hot hands groping at the soft flesh of your tits, but not yet where you want him most.

He makes his way further down, pressing hot kisses and marks into your stomach and the V of your hips. Grasping your thighs in scarred, hot hands, he spreads you wide, exposing you fully so that he can let his eyes drag over your skin and feast.

And feast they did. The way your hair fanned out beneath you, hands raised and curled into a fist beside your head, body tensing in anticipation. Your eyes shining with hazy lust, cheeks and upper torso flushed; the rise and fall of your chest accentuating the swell of your tits and swollen, pert nipples and the hickeys and bruises littering your skin, marking you. Soft, sweat slicked legs, skin glowing like the light and life itself, spread to reveal and frame your pretty pussy, clit swollen and fat lips glistening with your arousal, framed by trimmed hair.

Lips stretched in an almost predetory grin, Dabi licks his canine tooth, the sight akin to that of a wild animal licking its chops. His cock hardening once more at the meal laid out before him.

You already feel floaty at the look in Dabi's eyes and then you float even more.

Holding your gaze, Dabi leans down to lick a stripe up and through the folds of your cunt and you moan lowly; the mix of the heat of his slick tongue, and the metal ball, sliding over your sensitive clit and finally having pressure on where you want him most making your hips jerk.

He buries his face in your wet heat; hot tongue slipping in and he groans at your taste.

It distracts you and you almost weren't prepared for the feel of the slick, warm finger rubbing circles around your entrance, replacing his tongue and you gasp as the finger dips in and curls.

Dabi drags his tongue up to circle your clit, the piercing enhancing every sensation, before sucking on it, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through you, as he thrusts his finger in and out, just teasing your insides, before pressing in another finger, eyes fixed on your expression.

You gasp and pant as you squirm at the stretch and slight burn, and the heat inside and on you.

Dabi's fingers are slender but long, and you keen as he scissors his fingers before finding your sweet spot and adding pressure there; the heat of his fingers adding to the pleasure, drawing out a whimper as you gush around his fingers and tongue.

Pressing in the third and final finger, Dabi releases your clit with a slurp as he curls and rubs his fingers directly to your sweet spot, massaging it; his other hand gripping at the soft skin of your thigh to keep you spread wide.

You whine, voice cracking on its way out, as your hips twitch and back arches.

"Mmn, fuck. I'm gonna come if you keep doing that." You pant out as you grind down on his fingers, fucking yourself on them; sheets already slick soaked.

You notice the wicked glint in Dabi's eyes as he grinds the pads of his fingers against that spot and you immediately start shaking your head, before he dives back in, lapping at your clit punishingly. You gasp and you shake as he messily feasts, fingers pumping deliciously.

Wiggling your hips to dislodge his fingers, you whine out, "No, no, I wanna come on your cock."

Dabi's cock twitches where it hangs, hard and heavy, his lips curling in a near snarl as he moans against you at your words. He pulls back and grits his teeth as he exercises restraint, lest he just fucks you into the bed like the wild animal he feels like at the moment.

Because you aparently look rather pretty when you're being adorably slutty for him.

Dabi takes away the pressure from that spot, but speeds up his thrusts, focusing on stretching you properly, as he kisses his way back up over your stomach, teeth grazing over your sensitive skin, and sucking and leaving marks as he goes.

Fingers still moving, pressing kisses into the underside of your breasts, his other hand trails up and wraps around your throat, the weight of it just holding you there without squeezing. Feeling you clench around his fingers when he did this, he takes it as the go ahead it is as he captures a nipple in his hot mouth.

When your lips part in a gasp of breath, Dabi smirks as he gives a small squeeze to your throat at the already fucked out expression on your face, to which you roll your hips.

"Fuck, that's enough. I'm ready. Fuck me." The bratty, whiney voice that Dabi knew and came to begrudgedly find fond amusenent in, now makes arousal coil hot and heavy in the pit of his stomach.

He releases you and pulls his fingers from your hole with a squelch, and you almost whine at the loss and the emptiness, but you hold back the sound, biting your lip.

Dabi straightens up, and you blearily peer up at him, taking in the heated gaze trained on you, the wide, smug, sexy smirk, canine tooth glinting wolfishly, and the way his chin glistens with your juices, and you suddenly feel very empty. You let out a breathy curse and spread your slightly trembling legs wide to remedy this, pussy throbbing when Dabi makes a show of licking his fingers clean, holding your gaze, before kneeling between your legs to hover over you; cock hanging hard and heavy, teasingly brushing just above your mound.

You wrap your arms around his neck, a hand fisted in raven strands, pulling him down to lick a stripe up his chin, to the corner of his mouth, tasting yourself on him, before slipping your tongue between his parted lips, as you moan into his mouth; Dabi goes easily, returning your eagerness with zeal, propping himself up on his elbows framing your head between his arms, your kiss slow, smoldering and sloppy.

Pulling back, he reaches back into his nightstand and pulls out a condom, thinking you wouldn't want the mess of it, or the risk for that matter, but instead your eyes narrow at it in thinly veiled contempt.

Before Dabi can tear it open, he finds himself flipped onto his back once again, with you grinding your dripping cunt against his hard shaft, slicking him up.

You lean in and press a kiss below his ear before muttering lowly, "No condom. I wanna feel you. Please?"

And how could Dabi resist that?

Throwing the condom somewhere he doesn't see with a flick of his wrist, he rests his heated hands on soft thighs and squeezes, "Fuck, anything you want, Baby."

You give him such a sweet smile, Dabi's breath hitches a bit.

Pouring lube into your hand, you sit up onto your knees and reach down to slick him up properly, especially those piercings, and line up your hole over him, the other hand holding you steady on his shoulder.

Sinking down slowly, your eyes momentarily roll back in ecstasy at the feel of his thick, hot cock stretching you so good, the piercings rubbing against your hole and walls in the best way possible and impossibly so much better than you imagined. Your eyes almost close fully but you force them to remain at least half way open so you can see Dabi's expression, and it was beautiful.

Dabi's brows are furrowed, jaw clenched and eyes hot on you, gaze dragging over your wanton expression as you sit on his cock fully, your hips flushed against each other. You clench around him, rolling your hips slowly as you adjust to the stretch and feel of him. Blunt nails dig shallowly into the flesh of your thighs, as Dabi holds back from thrusting up into the tight, raw heat of you enveloping his cock.

Shallowly panting, you place both hands on Dabi's chest and slowly lift yourself back up onto your knees, the drag of the piercings as you clenched even on your way up making you bite your lip. You relish in the hiss of pleasure it draws from beneath you before dropping back down, punching a breathy curse out of Dabi and a choked off gasp from yourself as it hits home on that spot.

You move slowly as you do it again and again, your thighs flexing as you work yourself up and down the thick cock inside you, clenching every time you move up as if to prevent the cock from being pulled out of you, your tits gently jiggling with each bounce.

You couldn't help glancing at where you were connected, and your breath hitches.

Dabi's groin is drenched in your juices, and you notice a slight movement on your stomach on each down thrust, and then you realize it's because you could see the bump of Dabi's dick in your lower abdomen as you fuck yourself on him. You throw your head back and moan low and long at the realization, simultateously bringing a hand to press on the bump and dropping down harder on the fat cock inside you.

Dabi moans at that, hands finding your hips in a firm grip and you feel like you're going to be branded at the heat of them, and the thought of that makes you grind a bit harder on your way down.

Biting your lip to supress the stupid, bordering feral grin that spreads as you gets lost in the feel of him was utterly useless, because you giggle, breathless and a bit hysterical in pleasure. You then promptly choke on your own spit and a gasp when Dabi simultateously thrusts his hips up to meet yours and pulls you down to meet him from the firm grasp on your waist.

Your eyes lock, gems meeting in a heated gaze, and something snaps a little in you both at what they see.

"Hah...hah..." You push your hair back with one hand, before you adjust to ride him in earnest. Picking up the pace, you and Dabi move as one as you fuck each other, your tits bouncing and swaying with every thrust.

The mixture of pure awe and hunger in your expressions shouldn't surprise either of you at this point but it does, and you both get overwhelmed in your own ways.

Dabi moves one of his hands back from your waist to grip at your ass, using the grip to further help his upward thrusts.

And you love the stinging of the tight, burning grip on your waist and ass.

You let out a low moan as Dabi's other hand slides back, grasps your other asscheek and kneads them both, before he spreads you.

"Fuck," you whimper out, dragging your nails down the healthy skin of Dabi's bare chest, "mmn...fuck me, fuck me, Dabi, please—"

The next thrust throws you off balance, making you catch yourself on the headboard, one hand gripping at Dabi's bicep as you bury your face in his neck to muffle your moans as you find yourself being roughly pulled down to meet the rise of his hips pounding into you, leaving you a gasping and moaning mess.

The firm grip on your ass holds you still as Dabi fucks up into you, the hot breath on your skin where Dabi whispers into your ear how good you feel around him, how good you are for him, pushing you that bit closer to the edge.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Dabi—" Eyes shut, you curse, whine and pant, as all you could do, all you could ever want to do, is stay still and take it.

You jolt when you feel Dabi's thumb circling against your clit; the combination of the heat and different textures both inside and on your sensitive flesh too much, and you go rigid, clenching down on him as your toes curl, a string of whimpered swears leaving you as you come, slick gushing out around and on him.

"Shit, so good, so—mmn— so good, fucking me so good, Dabi, baby—" You gasp and babble, damn near cock drunk and limp as you're fucked through your orgasm,

Dabi lets out a moan that breaks off into a whimper at the praise as his hips give a jerky thrust and you immediately zero in on it as you partially come down from your high.

As Dabi keeps up his near brutal pace and bruising grip, and the sting of overstimulation embraced, you lift your lips to his ear. "Such— ahn— such a good job fucking me, baby." You moan softly into his ear, voice thready. Dabi lets out a low groan and his cock pulses inside you. "So—hnn—so fucking good for me, hmm?"

"Mmm, Fuck Dolly." breathless and overwhelmed, Dabi groans as he impossibly speeds up, thrusts jerky.

Your fingers tangle in raven strands and tug. "Mmn, c'mon, my pretty baby. Want you to fill me up." You purr, voice shaky, before you press a kiss below his ear and sit up in his lap and clench as you roll your hips, wanting to feel him, heat coiling tight in your abdomen at the breathy moan Dabi releases.

Azure eyes go hazy as he gazes at you, before rolling back; his body going taut as he roughly pulls you down against him, grinding up into you as he releases his thick, hot come deep inside you.

"Fuck." He gasps out, mind blanking as his orgasm is drawn out as you milk his cock, clenching and unclenching around him.

Dabi looks fucking stunning as he comes, and that, along with the feeling of being filled up so, so good, with hot, thick come, has you spasming around him in another short peak, a shudder running through you at the feeling.

After a moment, you go limp, falling foward onto Dabi's chest as he relaxes back into the mattress, and you just stay there, panting for a bit.

You pass out there, Dabi's cock still inside you and a small, dopey smile on your face.

*****

You wake up clean but you feel sore and boneless, your legs especially jelly.

You also wake up warm, and you snuggle up into that warmth, and feel a hand in your hair.

Cracking open your eyes and looking up, you see Dabi looking back down at you with a soft smile and eyes.

He looks pretty, as usual, but this time it's a new pretty. A softer pretty.

"Morning, baby." He murmurs lowly, running his fingers through your hair, before leaning down to press a light kiss to your forehead.

You look up at him in wonder. The morning light filtering through the curtains hit his eyes that shine like gemstones through the inky strands of hair, and his staples that shine like flecks of moonlight itself, imbeded in and holding together a mosaic.

"So fucking pretty." You can't help muttering, almost whining, and Dabi snorts a laugh, trying and failing to hide it behind his hand, along with the pretty pink of his blush.

You melt as the warmth of Dabi consumes you from just your lips when you're kissed oh so softly after he returns the sentiment, because you grinning up at him, eyes shining like jewels and smile crooked and adorable is also so fucking pretty.

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Chat

Chat I think I've been cursed by a hater.

Lemme put it this way.

I have bad skin. A form of eczema.

I usually get it on my face and neck, occasionally elsewhere like a patch on my arms or something.

Now.

My faves are Dabi and Shiggy.

And they combined to irritate my skin.

It itches.

EXACTLY where Dabi's burns are. Under my eyes, my cheeks, down my neck and chest.

Now I'm resisting the urge to scratch. Like Tomura.

Chat I cannot make this up.

Send help.

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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

My Masterlist

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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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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: You think everything about Dabi is very pretty and you don't really know what to do with yourself.

Dabi gets all the love and praise he deserves, and you get a surprise.

Pairing: Dabi/F!Reader

Content Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Fingering, Oral (Both), Dacryphilia, Praise Kink, Light Choking, Creampie, Body Worship, Light Dom/Sub, Submissive Top Dabi, Power Bottom Reader, Dabi has Genital Piercings, Minimal Use of Y/N

Word Count: 9.8k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

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

We Dabi Simps gotta eat ♡

My Ao3 is the same username if you wanna go there

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Joining the League of Villains was interesting to say the least. The lineup a teen vampire yandere, the most unhinged guy you've ever met keeping it together by a paper bag and a thread, a magician, a woman with a magnet the size of her attempted murder record, a Stain fanboy, a crusty gamer and of course a crispy frankenstein of a man held together with staples and spite.

They're all interesting to a degree, and all annoying to a degree, but Dabi is a special type of annoying. Always with a quip or retort to anything you say, always with an insult at the tip of his tongue, always with a way to get under your skin.

These make up most of your interactions with him and it makes your skin itch in irritation and annoyance, and your fingers twitch with the urge to wrap around that scarred neck and just squeeze.

Until it doesn't.

Until he's getting under your skin in another way.

A distinct underlying heat that matches his flames, making your skin itch with the urge to be soothed under calloused fingertips and mismatched lips, and your fingers twitch with the urge to instead touch and caress; the want to feel the contrast of soft skin and rough scars.

Dabi is a special type of annoying, but recently you've been having a hard time remembering that sometimes. This being one of those times.

You're all drinking in the bar, half blowing off steam, half celebrating not getting caught after a semi successsful job, though you and Dabi don't drink like the others, what with Dabi's quirk, as fire and alcohol definitely don't mix, and you just don't like the feeling of your focus being that distant.

And though Dabi isn't drinking as much, he's still playing a game of cards with Compress, Spinner, Twice and Magne, with Toga spectating for the most part, blood bag in hand with a straw, while Kurogiri is shining his glasses behind the bar counter and Shigaraki is in a corner booth on his switch. You're having fun all the same, especially with Twice and Spinner as drunk entertainment, drink in hand.

Deep laughter echoes out, rich, raspy and soot tinted, even over the uproarous laughter of the others, and your breath catches in your throat as you take in the sound and the scene.

Dabi, shining, azure eyes lidded and crinkled at the edges, and piercings and staples glinting in the low light, pulling taut with the wide smile curling mismatched lips. Head thrown back and neck a long line of rough scars that you want to lick and sink your teeth into, chest rising and falling with the breathy amusement.

Dragging your eyes away, you finish your drink and get another one because you weren't expecting to be thinking like that about Dabi of all people. Not expecting to think he looks pretty.

You ignore the lingering image of Dabi's smile burned into the back of your eyelids.

*****

It's after another half successful mission, when the thought comes back to you.

Trench coat folded in half and thrown over the back of the armchair beside him, Dabi stands talking with Compress, arms crossed. It makes the muscles in his scarred forearms flex a bit, the silver tungsten rings that decorate his fingers glint in the dim lighting. The pale, unmarred bit of his left cheek has a thin gash and unruly black hair frames his face imperfectly perfect.

The dark scarring beneath his eyes and the furrow of his brows make the pretty cerulean blue seem to burn that bit brighter, and his shirt is torn in some places.

He reeks of blood, sweat and smoke and you want to kiss him.

And oh.

You like Dabi.

And you don't know what to do with that.

*****

Later that week, sat on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, you don't really pay the League members milling around much mind.

That is, until you catch the disctinct sound of Dabi's bootfalls on the wood of the floor.

Not really meaning to, your eyes dart up and around until they land on him. And what a sight it was.

His head tipped back, arms raised above his head with his fingers interlaced, tilted a bit to his left and back in a stretch as he walks, allows for glorious things to happen.

Such as his belt not doing its job, causing his dark jeans to hang low on narrow hips, the waistband of his boxers peeking out. Loose, black tshirt ridden up exposes a sharp V line, which emphasizes prominent hip bones and frames a thin, pale happy trail, the dip of his navel, and a hint of abs, which flex along with the muscles in his arms.

You follow your self preservation insticts telling you to sink your teeth into your bottom lip and turn away, because something would've come out, all of which embarrassing.

Drool? A gasp? A moan? A....request? Who knows, all were possible options.

*****

The League is lounging around the bar again, some talking, some scrolling through their phones silently.

You and Dabi, sat beside each other, were a part of the latter category.

Deciding you need a distraction from the heady scent of smoke and strawberry lollipop and the image of Dabi's lips wrapped around said lollipop, you settle on listening to music.

Getting your pair of tangled earphones out of your hoodie pocket, you begin the careful, infuriating mission of untangling them without making it worse or bursting the wire.

Brows furrowed in concentration, you struggle for a minute, before it's snatched out of your hands.

"Wha—" you start, eyes snapping over to Dabi, but is quickly distracted when he pulls out the lollipop from his mouth, lips catching and lingering on it for a moment, before letting go with a quiet 'pop'.

"That was....one of the saddest things I've ever witnessed." Dabi says, expression a mix of pitying and amused.

Your brain takes a moment to reboot before you process that Dabi is now untangling the cord for you, lollipop back in his mouth, poking out his cheek.

Drawing in a breath, you begin to ask, "Why—"

"Shh. T'was sad.", was Dabi's slightly slurred reply, the lollipop affecting his speech.

You, in your confused, horny loss of words, look down in a slight daze at where Dabi's slender, pretty, dexterous fingers, decorated in his pretty rings and painted nails, meticulously work through the knots and tangles in your earphones, and your mind wanders.

And after, when your untangled earphones are returned to you, and you mutter out a thanks, plugging it in, music now blaring in your ears, all you could think about was the contrast of Dabi's strawberry red stained top lip and scarred bottom lip, how they looked wrapping back around the lollipop, how they would taste, and how his pretty, pretty fingers would look and feel on your tongue, around your throat, on your skin and inside of you.

*****

What you don't know, or even consider, is that Dabi watches you from the corner of his eye, entralled gaze dragging from your pretty eyes shining from the phone screen to the small pout of your lips, to the line of your neck and the tips of your hair brushing against your ears.

*****

Remember when you said Dabi was a special type of annoying but it was hard to remember sometimes? Yeah, this is not one of those times.

You planned to sit peacefully binging one of your favourite shows in your room, as the rest of the League were all out doing whatever they did when they weren't at the bar and didn't have a mission.

All except Dabi.

"I think that's my shirt."

Stepping out of your bathroom, towel draped over your head, you startle at the unexpected, familiar voice of Dabi in your previously empty room.

Eyes snapping up to see him lounging on your small couch like it's his, his coat thrown over the back, you roll your eyes before the words process.

You pause, then look down at the white t-shirt you'd just thrown on without looking too hard. Blinking, you pull at the hem of the shirt, realizing it's a bit baggier than usual, before looking back up at Dabi with an awkward tilt to your lips.

Now aware, the shirt hangs low enough to show your collarbone and shoulder.

"Oh." You say, sheepish.

You feel your face burn and hopes it doesn't show as prominently as it feels.

Dabi's expression slowly shifting into a smirk takes your hope out back and shoots it dead.

"S'fine." He shrugs, smirk still in place, tugging lightly at his staples, eyes lazily dragging over your exposed collarbone and shoulder, then down to where the hem of the shirt reaches just below your black shorts. "Keep it, looks good."

You short circuit for a moment, before flushing.

You walk over to your nightstand, slipping on a pair of flipflops, and grab your brush, grumbling to hopefuly distract from your flustered state, "What are you even doing here?"

"I'm bored." he grins, cheeky and adorable, and you have to turn away, fighting to not flush even more.

You brush out whatever tangles you have in your hair, before tying it in a low, loose bun, strands at the sides framing your face, all while ignoring the eyes you can feel on your skin and the goosebumps that raise there in response.

Dabi sits up when you gesture for him to move over and you sit in relatively comfortable silence, the sounds from the show on the television filling the space, with Dabi scrolling through his phone, occasionally glancing up at the TV screen.

Which would be fine if his presence wasn't so fucking distracting, to the point that the only reason you even have an inkling of what the fuck is going on is that you've seen this show before.

He's in his usual loose, white tshirt, jeans and boots, nails seemingly freshly painted a shiny, sleek black, rings adorning his pretty fingers, chain hung low around his neck, pendant disappearing beneath the tshirt between toned pecs. The end of his belt hangs between his spread legs, right arm stretched out along the back of the couch behind you, fingers silently tapping a pattern, phone in his left hand, elbow on the armrest and he smells of smoke and sandalwood.

You never thought you'd be jealous of the end of a belt, yet here you are.

You try your best to not tense or outwardly show any of your thoughts, which is distracting, and so you don't see the fucking beetle flying towards you until it's directly in front of your face, so of course you screech, which then causes the sexy fucker to laugh at you, as you swat it away; the little shit thankfully flying out of your room.

Your eyes stay trained on where it left as the sound of Dabi's laughter washes over you. His laugh is rough and smokey and pretty, just like the rest of him, and you can't help but feel warm and gooey at the sound even though you're the one being laughed at.

"Damn, didn't know all it took to spook ya was a tiny bug." The asshole says, snickering.

You turn away from where the bug flew out to Dabi, to glare at him, because that fucker was not tiny, thank you very much, only to have to use all your willpower to not immediately combust on the spot, because he's smirking enough to show off sharp canines, eyes lidded and on you. He looks smug, and it's infuriating, and it's pretty, and you wants those teeth sunk into your throat.

That last thought has you subconciously chewing on your lip, fingers twisting and pulling at each other.

You roll your eyes, fighting back your blush with a broom at this point, but whatever you were going to say gets caught in your throat when Dabi leans over and grabs your wrist, phone now in his lap.

His touch is heated, almost burning, but you don't say anything as Dabi tugs your hands away from each other, examining it with an unreadable expression.

"You really gotta stop doin' that, Doll." He tilts his head down to inspect your fingers, then looks back up at you through his lashes, eyes electric.

The tips of your ears burn as you clench your jaw, lest you gape.

You swallow thickly and Dabi's eyes dart down to your throat at the movement, an odd glint in his eyes that makes you feel like prey in the best of ways. The thought makes you flush even harder, to the point where you can feel the warmth of the blush reach all the way down your neck, below the baggy tshirt.

Given the way he slowly drags his eyes down the column of your neck before tracing your collarbone with his gaze, Dabi notices too.

He licks his lips before glancing up to meet your eyes with what appears to be uncertainty, hesitating for a moment.

Your breath stutters in your chest, pulse beneath Dabi's fingertips racing as you see him begin to slowly lean in, but he's interrupted by the door of the room slamming open.

You yank your hand away from Dabi as if you'd been scorched, turning sharply to the door.

"Y/N~!" Toga sings, skipping into the room. "Wanna come play games with us?~"

"Um, no thanks, Toga, not now. I'm in the middle of something." You force out, gesturing to the TV screen, taking a breath and willing your blush to go away.

"Aww, please~?" Toga pouts. "We're all playing! Even Dabi! Right, Dabi?" She turns her puppy eyes to him, to which he looks at her flatly.

"No."

"Booo~" Her cheeks puff

"Maybe later." You mutter, taking a glance at Dabi, who's hand is now clenched back around his phone, looking away from you and at his black screen instead, with a neutral expression.

Toga doesn't move for a bit, still pouting at first but then looks between the two of you and her expression turns into something sly.

"...Did I interrupt anything?~"

"No." You answer, a bit too quickly to be convincing, while Dabi scoffs and waves her off. You glance at him, teeth clenched, before quickly looking away, fingers twisting together again.

"You didn't interrupt anythin', Leech." Dabi says plainly, stretching his arms out casually, "I was just teasin' Dolly again. You know how much fun she is to annoy." He snickers and your eyes snap back up, jaw clenched as tight as your chest, cheeks and eyes burning, just a bit.

Oh.

Of course.

Obviously Dabi was just messing with you.

"Get out." You mumble, averting your eyes to the abandoned television, throat just a bit tight, before adding, "Both of you." In the corner of your eye you see something flicker across Dabi's face, something resembling regret if you want to be wishful, but then he clicks his tongue and pushes off the couch.

Grabbing up his coat from the back of the couch, he says, "Come on, Leech. Let's go play." He ruffles her hair as he passes her on his way out the door, left hand stuffed into his pocket, not a glance back.

Toga watches you silently for a second, but relents when you pick up the remote to turn up the volume. "Hmm, okay. Later~!" She says skipping out, thankfully closing the door behind her.

Room once again empty, with no one there to see, you clench your eyes shut, willing the burning to go away.

Dabi's touch had been so warm.

*****

Deciding to put whatever the fuck that was that happened between you and Dabi in a box and lock it up, you eventually make your way out two hours later to join in on Toga's invitation, not bothering to change from earlier, though your hair is now loose again.

You don't join in on the games, choosing to sit at the bar silently, sipping at a glass of something strong and sweet, spinning your stool occasionally as you watch them play.

They drink and play and laugh for a few more hours, before they eventually start filing out, to either go up to their rooms or back to their appartments they might still have, until it's just you at the bar and Dabi coming up behind you, heavy bootfalls the most obvious indicator and you force yourself to not tense at the heat at your back, taking another sip that you no longer taste.

Taking a seat on a stool to your left, long fingers, nails painted black, wrapped around his empty glass, Dabi reaches for the bottle you were drinking from, coincidently the same thing he was drinking before, and pouring himself another glass, and a little more into your own.

"So. What's up?" He takes a sip before continuing at your raised eyebrow. "Been lookin' over all night. Figured you had sometin' to say. So?"

Fuck, were you that obvious? It wasn't even really a conscious effort most of the time.

You avert your eyes and take a sip to avoid talking for a moment and to think of something to say. It's a real shame that being in close proximity to the pretty blue, distracting eyes trained on you and the walking heater they belong to melted your brain cells, so you just settle on, "It's nothing."

You sit in silence for a bit, with Dabi looking at you with an unreadable expression.

After a few minutes, Dabi is the one that breaks the silence. "Listen, 'bout earlier....I didn't mean—" but you cut him off before he can continue, because you don't need to hear that he was just teasing you twice.

"Yeah, I know. I heard you." You mutter, downing the last bit in your glass then reaching for the bottle for more.

Dabi grabs it before you can and sets it farther away from your reach, ignoring the glare sent his way.

"No, I didn't mean that, Doll." Dabi cups your cheek in a warm palm, turning you to face him. Your eyes widen at the look Dabi levels you with. You hide the way your hands tremble at the intensity and focus that drench that look, picking at your fingernails.

"I meant..... I didn't mean that I was just teasin' you. I....was a nervous dumbass and I'm sorry."

You slowly blink at him, trying to process the words that sound like another language to you.

You eventually gather your braincells enough to form a coherant thought and response.

"You......why were you nervous?" You aren't usually hopeful about much things these days, but you couldn't help it in that moment.

Dabi's hand twitches minutely where it still rests on your cheek, and he bites his bottom lip, avoiding your gaze as he seems to consider if he should say. When he glances back at you, whatever he sees in your expression makes his decision for him.

He takes a deep breath and focuses that intense gaze on you once more. Brushing his thumb over your cheekbone, he sighs out, "Because I wanted to kiss you, Sweetheart."

Caught off guard at the bluntness, though you really shouldn't be, it's Dabi, your breath hitches, eyes wide.

Dabi leans in a bit closer as he readjusts his hold on your cheek, other hand coming up to brush stray strands of hair away from your face. Gaze travelling from your eyes to your lips, and back up, he whispers, "Can I kiss you?"

You feel like you can smell sounds and hear colours as your brain reboots. When your brain finally catches up to what you heard, you just nod slowly, almost afraid to speak because you don't know what will come out, and you let yourself be pulled in closer.

Dabi leans in, and just as your lips brush, he hesitates, "Are you sure?"

You almost whimper. "Please"

Warm, mismatched lips, unlike anything you've ever felt before, meet your own in a hesitant, chaste kiss, neither trying to deepen it, just a firm press of lips. But in that moment, it was the best you'd felt in a long while, after wondering what his skin would feel like against yours, and you want to satisfy that burning curiosity to its fill now that you're allowed.

After only a few seconds though, you pull away, not wanting to be greedy. Though you nearly choke on a startled breath, because Dabi has other ideas.

He tugs you back in, hand sliding to the back of your neck and tightening his grip there, fingers tangled in soft strands, other hand sliding down your side to grip at your hip, firmly sealing your lips together, licking and nipping at your bottom lip drawing out a soft gasp from you, and slips a hot tongue into the seam of your lips. Dabi kisses like there's a wildfire writhing beneath his skin. His mouth, like the rest of him, is so unbelieveably hot and he tastes of alcohol, smoke and something sweet and you might just get addicted to that.

Licking into his mouth, you find the stud through Dabi's tongue and can't help the little breathy moan and laughter that pushes out. Held together by staples and he still can't resist adding a few more pretty pieces of metal.

You reach a hand up to wrap your fingers around the scarred wrist, your other hand tangled in and tugging lightly at midnight locs, and Dabi kisses you harder for it.

Calloused fingers create a trail of heat on your skin, up your back, and down your side under the loose shirt, as you pant out a little sigh into his mouth. Teeth nip at your already swollen lips before heated, mismatched lips trail down over your jaw to your sensitive neck, hot tongue laving over your skin, after brushing the hair sitting there back, while a scarred hand reaches up the loose shirt to pinch at your nipple through your bra, drawing out a breathy gasp.

Dabi continues his trail of kisses down to your exposed collarbone, nipping, licking and sucking at the skin, a hickey already forming there on the tender skin, then back up your neck, to your ear, where he nibbles and sucks at the earlobe before whispering huskily, "My room?", all while squeezing your hip and rolling your nipple between his fingers. And something unseen snaps within you as you agree, unable to do anything else, because you would love nothing more.

*****

You stumble your way to Dabi's room, barely able to keep your hands and lips from each other, making it take that bit longer than it should to get there.

Dabi slams and locks the door behind you, before pulling you towards his bed.

Though before Dabi could do anything, you push him back onto the bed with a palm to his chest, making him bounce slightly. Dabi quickly kicks off his boots before crawling backward on his elbows to get comfortable against his pillows, eyes trained on you, as the bed dips as you join him.

You swing your leg over to perch yourself on Dabi's lap, straddling him; your hands cup scarred cheeks, drawing him into a kiss.

Dabi had his turn at your skin, now it was yours.

Slick tongue laving over the scarred bottom lip, your let out a small hum of appreciation at the texture, before licking into his mouth to get more of that addictive taste.

Dabi allows for you to take the lead this time, perfectly content with his hands getting to explore and grope at smooth legs beneath the shorts, as he gets kissed stupid.

You let out a small, breathy moan at the feeling of heated, caloused hands squeezing and caressing your thighs; the contrast of your cool skin and Dabi's warmth making it that bit more prominent, as you grind down into his lap. The hardness you meet and the heated fingers now rubbing your throbbing cunt through your shorts, drag out a muffled whimper from you, as you suck on his tongue.

Dabi groans at the feeling of you grinding against him, tightening his grip on your thigh, hands heating up. Your whimper turns Dabi's brain a bit foggy, the sound going straight to his dick.

You nip at his lips once more before pulling back, a thin string of saliva still connecting you. One glance at lidded, hazed over azure eyes, long, thick lashes, flushed cheeks and shining, kiss swollen lips has you breathing out, "Fuck, so pretty.", before leaning right back in.

The kiss doesn't last as long as you would like, because Dabi pulls back, brows furrowed, blue eyes wide, glossy and gorgeous, and mumbles, "What? I'm not—" His voice is breathy and dazed, right before it hitches as you give a firm roll of your hips and he's so fucking pretty, fucking hell.

You trail kisses down the side of his jaw, to his neck, scars heated and rough, but pleasant and pretty all the same.

Stilling your hips, you raise your head from his neck, your molten gaze meeting liquid sapphires. Voice low and hot in your indignation and reverance, you rasp, "Pretty eyes," you kiss the corner of his eye, "pretty blush," a kiss to his heated cheek, "pretty smile," you kiss the corner of his lips, "pretty scars," a kiss to his scarred jaw, "pretty hands," you press a kiss to his knuckles, lips brushing the rings sitting there, "pretty staples." a kiss to the seam running across the back of his hand, "pretty fingers," a kiss to the pads of his index and middle finger, before letting them slip inside, tongue caressing and wrapping around them as you suck and lave at them.

"Doll—" His voice is all breathy and needy and sweet, and oh so pretty, but it would be even prettier if only—

You release his fingers with a pop, eyes lidded, lips now pressed against the scarred wrist, and murmur, "My name. You've got such a pretty voice too, Dabi. I wanna hear you say my name, baby.", the words pressed into the rough skin like a prayer.

And Dabi melts, not knowing where his confidence and control went, or how and when your positions actually switched, but more than okay with it as the words, and truth and reverance held in your gaze, settle over him like a featherlight blanket of adoration and warmth, and soak into his skin like a soothing balm.

And he obeys; uttering your name like a prayer and a plea, and you understand exactly what he needs as you kiss him slow and soft, savouring and worshipping his taste like that in itself is a deity.

One new thought pops into your mind that never really did before; part retaliation for earlier, part pure arousal and reverance.

'I bet he looks pretty when he cries too.'

Rocking your hips at the thought, you trail your way down the column of his scarred, sensitive throat, nipping, licking and sucking, cool lips pressing kisses into his skin like a stamp; even through his body heat, where your lips even ghost over, feel like a brand, and Dabi groans at your ministrations.

Every brush of your lips and stroke of your tongue is a new prayer.

Your hands trail up and under his loose shirt, cool fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake, as scarred, heated hands grip your hips and pull you flush against each other.

Feeling the heat of him through your clothes as you lick into Dabi's mouth, behind his teeth, you roll your hips against him, wanting another one of those needy little sounds against your tongue.

You get what you want just as your fingers brush against Dabi's nipples, and you now have a need to see more.

Tugging at the hem of his shirt gets your point across, Dabi's hands trembling minutely as he sits up and pulls the shirt up and off obediently, before dropping back onto the pillow.

And you outright whimper out a breathy "Fuck." at just the sight, because Dabi is a vision.

Midnight locs splayed out like a dark halo beneath him, glossy, cerulean eyes lidded and hazy, smooth, healthy skin flushed a rosy pink, contrasting beautifully with the rough, dark scars; the lean muscles across his chest and stomach rippling with every breath.

The light glints off of the staples holding him together and the added silver barbells speared through his dusty rose nipples you felt moments before. Your thumbs find those immediately, rubbing, pinching and rolling over them, the metal warm to the touch.

Dabi breathes out a moan, hips twitching and back arching up slightly into the touch.

Your eyes trained on Dabi, you slide down the length of his body, chest laying on his stomach, fingers still playing with his left nipple, and you lave the flat of your tongue over the other, before wrapping your lips around it, suckling on the bud, drawing out a muted whine from Dabi; a scarred hand flying up to tangle long fingers in your hair, the other gripping the sheet beside him.

You squeeze his right hip before bringing that hand up to the pert, wet nipple, mouth switching to latch onto the left, tongue flicking over the bud.

Dabi pants as he watches through lidded eyes; turquoise meeting yours.

You keep your eyes locked as you let go of the swollen bud with a wet pop, and slide down the length of his torso, trailing cool, open mouthed kisses as you go along the paths your hands caress, the muscles jumping beneath the heated skin.

You lick up the length of the pale hairs of his happy trail before dipping your tongue into his navel, and Dabi whimpers, hand tightening in your strands.

Laying flat on your stomach, ankles crossed, you thumb at his hip bones, dragging a hand down the side of the straining outline in his jeans. "Can I?" You press a light kiss to the tent, eyes locked on his.

Dabi nods and a small "Mhm.", is all he can manage to get out, and even that is breathy and choked.

Arousal coils hot and heavy in the pit of his stomach as he pants, breathing open mouthed and needy, and his breath hitches just a bit at the look you level him with. The focused, heated gaze piercing through him, pupils dialated, just a ring around them now, cheeks flushed, lips glistening and swollen, quirked up in a small smirk.

And Dabi thinks he might believe that you truly do think that he's pretty, because the soft, heated, reverant way your gaze lingers on him makes him squirm and light up and couldn't possibly be faked. And he wonders if you know that you're pretty too, with everything that you are.

He decides that you need to know if you don't.

As you begin to push yourself up to unbuckle his belt to pull down the pants, Dabi pushes the strands from your face, caresses your cheek with a thumb and murmurs, "Pretty." And you look up with an adorable deer in headlights look, about to say something, probably in refusal but then you see the soft look Dabi fixes you with, realizes that you'd be a hypocrite if you deny it when you're trying to get Dabi to believe you when you say it, so you just give him a small, soft, sappy smile, and press a kiss to his hip bone.

You tug down the jeans, Dabi lifting his hips to help, and pull it off, leaving him in just his underwear. Feeling overdressed, you pull your own shirt and shorts off, leaving you in just your underwear, panties soaked.

Dabi's legs fall open as you kneel between them. You lean up for a kiss, licking into his mouth and sucking at his bottom lip, before sliding back down; knees spread, you rest on your elbows, back arched.

Dabi bites his lip, cock twitching in its confines as his eyes drag over you, taking in the sight of the alluring expanse of your arched back, dotted with your marks, the curve of your ass in the panties, more prominent because of the tight material, and the sheer fact that you are kneeling between his legs.

You can see the outline of him, hard and twitching in his boxers. Dabi squirms under your scrutiny, and your smile turns sly and wicked.

You mouth at the thick bulge, just to be a tease, and smirk at the whispered curse you gain.

Deciding you've waited long enough for this, you pull the boxers down and off, freeing his erection and oh. His cock is long, thick, curved, veiny and pretty, because of course it is, but along with the flushed pink tip, there are three barbells running along the underside of it.

And obviously, you have to let him know. One hand on his upper thigh, the other gripping the length, you press a kiss to the inside of his thigh and mutter into the skin there, "Mmm, of course you're pretty down here too.", eyes locked on his, and slowly drag the flat of your slick tongue up the underside of his shaft, over the piercings and prominent veins, and press a kiss to the spongy, flushed tip, lips getting smeared in the pre that beads there. And Dabi whimpers, letting out a curse, fingers tightening around the strands of hair; hips shifting and cock twitching, at both the sensation and the praise.

You wrap your lips around the flushed head, dipping your tongue into the slit there, your eyes slipping shut and you moan around him at the taste, before swirling it around him. Your hand grips the base, thumb playing with the lowest piercing there, drawing out a hiss from Dabi, that breaks away into a moan; his hips twitching at the vibrations to his tip from your moans.

Wanting to see Dabi's expressions, you slowly open your eyes, holding his gaze as you slide down his length, the quirk warmed metal a pleasant added texture over your lips and tongue, and you want to feel them inside you, in the best way they can be; your pussy instinctively clenching around nothing, but first you want to taste him.

You reach halfway before bobbing your head a few times, sucking and hollowing your cheeks on your way up each time, your hand moving along the length your mouth doesn't reach, as Dabi clenched his eyes and teeth, chest heaving.

Saliva laves over his length and balls and the gluck gluck gluck that sound out as you bob, slurp and suck at his cock, wet and sloppy, has Dabi moaning out a curse.

You pull off, a string of saliva connecting you to his dick. Ducking further, you run your tongue along the crease between his balls, where your saliva leaves a sloppy path, before slurping one into your mouth and humming. You tighten your spit soaked fingers at the base of his cock as you feel it pulse in your grasp.

Dabi already feels blissed out and almost overwhelmed. And then you release him to lick your way back up and suckle on the tip before sliding down. And slide down even more, feeding more of his cock into your mouth. And then some more. And more, till you're deepthroating him, lips pressed to the base of the shaft, his cockhead kissing the back of your throat.

Dabi's eyes widen as he pants, sitting up; his hands frantically gather your hair up and back, to see.

At the sight that greets him, voice throaty and rough, Dabi breathes, bordering whimpering, out, "Fuck, baby."

Lidded eyes staring back at him, glistening and hazy, tears pricking at the corners; lips swollen and stretched over him, and cheeks flushed and stuffed full of cock.

Though you relax your throat to accommodate him, it still spasms around his cockhead.

That and the sight of you make his dick pulse, which you moan in response to, eyes rolling shut, causing Dabi's hips to jerk, as he hisses in a breath, and tightens his grip in your hair; digging blunt nails into the palm of his other hand, lest he comes immediately.

Your cunt throbs, neglected and aching to be touched, to be filled, but you ignore it for now.

Because you are on cloud nine.

The heavy weight on your tongue, the taste of him, the heady, musky scent from where your nose is pressed to the pale hairs, the noises that you draw out, the tightened grip on your hair and the blissed out expression on Dabi's face all accumulate, making you soar; eyes rolling back.

A steady moan, almost purr, resonates from your throat, as your tongue moves over him, rubbing against his sensitive piercings and Dabi's eyes roll back as that's almost too much. "Shit, Doll. I'm gonna come, baby." His voice breaks a bit on its way out as he tries to pull you off, but you have other ideas.

Your eyes peel open, gaze fixed on Dabi's expression, because this is definitely not a sight that you are willing to miss, as your hips sway tauntingly, like a cat preparing to pounce and get exactly what it wants; throat tightening as you swallow around his head and hum.

The vibrations shoot through him like lightning and Dabi comes, his vision whiting out as his eyes roll back, mouth falling open in an almost silent whimpered out moan, as his chest heaves from the mind numbing orgasm.

Dabi's cock spasms in your mouth as ropes of hot, thick come spill over your tongue and down your throat; you gulp it all down all while moaning at the taste and the vision that is Dabi coming undone.

Getting lost in the taste, practically drunk on it, your eyes go hazy as you keep on sucking and swallowing around him, almost like you're trying to milk him dry of every last drop, and Dabi squirms at the building discomfort of overstimulation setting in.

Becoming overwhelmed, his eyes sting, and pink tinnted tears prick the corner of his eye and stream down his cheek as you continue your ministrations.

Tugging at the strands still wrapped around his fingers, he hisses and whines out, "Mmn, stop, stop, too much."

It manages to get through the haze, somehow registering, and your eyes flick up to him as you let go of his dick with a wet pop, giving one last lick over the tip.

When you see the glistening, hazy eyes and dripping tears, you slide up his body, moaning as you kiss his cheek to stop the tears in its tracks, before licking up the path it created and whispering huskily into his ear, "Fuck, I was right. Pretty when you cry too.", before pressing a kiss below his ear.

The praise sends a jolt to his sensitive cock, dragging him out of his haze and Dabi grabs you by the side of your neck and pulls you into a searing kiss, licking into your mouth and tasting himself on your tongue.

Pulling away with a thin string of saliva connecting you, he notices the moist material of your panties, his hand dipping down and in, stroking along your clit.

You moan at the feel of hot fingers rubbing at your sensitive clit, as he dips down to your neck and nibbles a hickey into the skin there.

The sight and feel of Dabi's hot, pretty hands and fingers on you, and the added sensation of his ministrations on your throat send you over the edge within three strokes, almost choking on a gasp as your hips and cunt twitch and spasm.

Slick spilling over his scarred hand as you come in your underwear, Dabi strokes you until you whine, teasing you for all you're worth like you did moments before in small retaliation.

Dabi smirks as he gains back some of the control he had at the beginning of all this as he takes in the sight of you flushed and panting and he wants more.

He has the thought that you look delectable and he wants to taste you, and before he can even process the thought, he brings his hand up to his mouth and licks, heated eyes holding your widened, amorous gaze as he licks his hand clean.

Your pussy gives a pulsing throb, and you surge foward to capture Dabi's face between your hands and his lips in a fierce kiss.

Dabi gives as good as he gets, wet and sloppy, and you can feel him smirk into the kiss, and that kind of makes your brain short circuit, from both the action and the slight whiplash.

You pull away panting, hands trembling minutely, and demand, "Lube. Where is it?"

And Dabi's smirk widens, staples tugging and sharp canines on show, azure eyes almost glowing with their mix of heat and amusement and you damn near whimper because fuck he's so fucking hot.

You get your answer when Dabi tilts and nods his head to his left, towards the nightstand. "Top drawer."

You rumages around for a few seconds, and when you get it you throw it beside Dabi on the bed.

Without saying a word, you grab his hands and gently pull off all of his rings, depositing them on the nightstand. Dabi just watches you with a raised eyebrow and a smug, sexy smirk painting his lips. The clinks of the rings hitting the wood the only sound for the moment.

When finished, you quickly unclasp and slip off your bra and peel off your soaked panties, then turn molten gems back to him and grip his face with your right hand, tilting his head up to lock your eyes, and Dabi feels a shudder run through him at the sheer want held within your gaze. His teeth biting into his scarred bottom lip, small smirk still tugging the corner of his lips, he gazes up at you with lidded eyes.

"You're gonna stretch me open on your pretty fingers and then you're gonna fill me up with your pretty, fat cock and fuck me stupid. Sound good?" The heat that coated your words could rival Dabi's hottest flames and he felt his cock react before he could.

His voice was husky when he finally found it, lowly murmuring, "Fuck yeah, baby. Come here."

He pulls you back into his embrace, flipping you to be beneath him and sliding between your legs, where you brush against each other, as he captures your lips in another kiss, swallowing your moan at the slight friction.

He takes his time kissing and nipping his way down your jaw and neck, to your collarbone and chest, leaving marks as he goes. He sucks, bites and pinches at the sensitive nipples, playing and tugging at them until they're shiny, puffy and flushed, hot hands groping at the soft flesh of your tits, but not yet where you want him most.

He makes his way further down, pressing hot kisses and marks into your stomach and the V of your hips. Grasping your thighs in scarred, hot hands, he spreads you wide, exposing you fully so that he can let his eyes drag over your skin and feast.

And feast they did. The way your hair fanned out beneath you, hands raised and curled into a fist beside your head, body tensing in anticipation. Your eyes shining with hazy lust, cheeks and upper torso flushed; the rise and fall of your chest accentuating the swell of your tits and swollen, pert nipples and the hickeys and bruises littering your skin, marking you. Soft, sweat slicked legs, skin glowing like the light and life itself, spread to reveal and frame your pretty pussy, clit swollen and fat lips glistening with your arousal, framed by trimmed hair.

Lips stretched in an almost predetory grin, Dabi licks his canine tooth, the sight akin to that of a wild animal licking its chops. His cock hardening once more at the meal laid out before him.

You already feel floaty at the look in Dabi's eyes and then you float even more.

Holding your gaze, Dabi leans down to lick a stripe up and through the folds of your cunt and you moan lowly; the mix of the heat of his slick tongue, and the metal ball, sliding over your sensitive clit and finally having pressure on where you want him most making your hips jerk.

He buries his face in your wet heat; hot tongue slipping in and he groans at your taste.

It distracts you and you almost weren't prepared for the feel of the slick, warm finger rubbing circles around your entrance, replacing his tongue and you gasp as the finger dips in and curls.

Dabi drags his tongue up to circle your clit, the piercing enhancing every sensation, before sucking on it, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through you, as he thrusts his finger in and out, just teasing your insides, before pressing in another finger, eyes fixed on your expression.

You gasp and pant as you squirm at the stretch and slight burn, and the heat inside and on you.

Dabi's fingers are slender but long, and you keen as he scissors his fingers before finding your sweet spot and adding pressure there; the heat of his fingers adding to the pleasure, drawing out a whimper as you gush around his fingers and tongue.

Pressing in the third and final finger, Dabi releases your clit with a slurp as he curls and rubs his fingers directly to your sweet spot, massaging it; his other hand gripping at the soft skin of your thigh to keep you spread wide.

You whine, voice cracking on its way out, as your hips twitch and back arches.

"Mmn, fuck. I'm gonna come if you keep doing that." You pant out as you grind down on his fingers, fucking yourself on them; sheets already slick soaked.

You notice the wicked glint in Dabi's eyes as he grinds the pads of his fingers against that spot and you immediately start shaking your head, before he dives back in, lapping at your clit punishingly. You gasp and you shake as he messily feasts, fingers pumping deliciously.

Wiggling your hips to dislodge his fingers, you whine out, "No, no, I wanna come on your cock."

Dabi's cock twitches where it hangs, hard and heavy, his lips curling in a near snarl as he moans against you at your words. He pulls back and grits his teeth as he exercises restraint, lest he just fucks you into the bed like the wild animal he feels like at the moment.

Because you aparently look rather pretty when you're being adorably slutty for him.

Dabi takes away the pressure from that spot, but speeds up his thrusts, focusing on stretching you properly, as he kisses his way back up over your stomach, teeth grazing over your sensitive skin, and sucking and leaving marks as he goes.

Fingers still moving, pressing kisses into the underside of your breasts, his other hand trails up and wraps around your throat, the weight of it just holding you there without squeezing. Feeling you clench around his fingers when he did this, he takes it as the go ahead it is as he captures a nipple in his hot mouth.

When your lips part in a gasp of breath, Dabi smirks as he gives a small squeeze to your throat at the already fucked out expression on your face, to which you roll your hips.

"Fuck, that's enough. I'm ready. Fuck me." The bratty, whiney voice that Dabi knew and came to begrudgedly find fond amusenent in, now makes arousal coil hot and heavy in the pit of his stomach.

He releases you and pulls his fingers from your hole with a squelch, and you almost whine at the loss and the emptiness, but you hold back the sound, biting your lip.

Dabi straightens up, and you blearily peer up at him, taking in the heated gaze trained on you, the wide, smug, sexy smirk, canine tooth glinting wolfishly, and the way his chin glistens with your juices, and you suddenly feel very empty. You let out a breathy curse and spread your slightly trembling legs wide to remedy this, pussy throbbing when Dabi makes a show of licking his fingers clean, holding your gaze, before kneeling between your legs to hover over you; cock hanging hard and heavy, teasingly brushing just above your mound.

You wrap your arms around his neck, a hand fisted in raven strands, pulling him down to lick a stripe up his chin, to the corner of his mouth, tasting yourself on him, before slipping your tongue between his parted lips, as you moan into his mouth; Dabi goes easily, returning your eagerness with zeal, propping himself up on his elbows framing your head between his arms, your kiss slow, smoldering and sloppy.

Pulling back, he reaches back into his nightstand and pulls out a condom, thinking you wouldn't want the mess of it, or the risk for that matter, but instead your eyes narrow at it in thinly veiled contempt.

Before Dabi can tear it open, he finds himself flipped onto his back once again, with you grinding your dripping cunt against his hard shaft, slicking him up.

You lean in and press a kiss below his ear before muttering lowly, "No condom. I wanna feel you. Please?"

And how could Dabi resist that?

Throwing the condom somewhere he doesn't see with a flick of his wrist, he rests his heated hands on soft thighs and squeezes, "Fuck, anything you want, Baby."

You give him such a sweet smile, Dabi's breath hitches a bit.

Pouring lube into your hand, you sit up onto your knees and reach down to slick him up properly, especially those piercings, and line up your hole over him, the other hand holding you steady on his shoulder.

Sinking down slowly, your eyes momentarily roll back in ecstasy at the feel of his thick, hot cock stretching you so good, the piercings rubbing against your hole and walls in the best way possible and impossibly so much better than you imagined. Your eyes almost close fully but you force them to remain at least half way open so you can see Dabi's expression, and it was beautiful.

Dabi's brows are furrowed, jaw clenched and eyes hot on you, gaze dragging over your wanton expression as you sit on his cock fully, your hips flushed against each other. You clench around him, rolling your hips slowly as you adjust to the stretch and feel of him. Blunt nails dig shallowly into the flesh of your thighs, as Dabi holds back from thrusting up into the tight, raw heat of you enveloping his cock.

Shallowly panting, you place both hands on Dabi's chest and slowly lift yourself back up onto your knees, the drag of the piercings as you clenched even on your way up making you bite your lip. You relish in the hiss of pleasure it draws from beneath you before dropping back down, punching a breathy curse out of Dabi and a choked off gasp from yourself as it hits home on that spot.

You move slowly as you do it again and again, your thighs flexing as you work yourself up and down the thick cock inside you, clenching every time you move up as if to prevent the cock from being pulled out of you, your tits gently jiggling with each bounce.

You couldn't help glancing at where you were connected, and your breath hitches.

Dabi's groin is drenched in your juices, and you notice a slight movement on your stomach on each down thrust, and then you realize it's because you could see the bump of Dabi's dick in your lower abdomen as you fuck yourself on him. You throw your head back and moan low and long at the realization, simultateously bringing a hand to press on the bump and dropping down harder on the fat cock inside you.

Dabi moans at that, hands finding your hips in a firm grip and you feel like you're going to be branded at the heat of them, and the thought of that makes you grind a bit harder on your way down.

Biting your lip to supress the stupid, bordering feral grin that spreads as you gets lost in the feel of him was utterly useless, because you giggle, breathless and a bit hysterical in pleasure. You then promptly choke on your own spit and a gasp when Dabi simultateously thrusts his hips up to meet yours and pulls you down to meet him from the firm grasp on your waist.

Your eyes lock, gems meeting in a heated gaze, and something snaps a little in you both at what they see.

"Hah...hah..." You push your hair back with one hand, before you adjust to ride him in earnest. Picking up the pace, you and Dabi move as one as you fuck each other, your tits bouncing and swaying with every thrust.

The mixture of pure awe and hunger in your expressions shouldn't surprise either of you at this point but it does, and you both get overwhelmed in your own ways.

Dabi moves one of his hands back from your waist to grip at your ass, using the grip to further help his upward thrusts.

And you love the stinging of the tight, burning grip on your waist and ass.

You let out a low moan as Dabi's other hand slides back, grasps your other asscheek and kneads them both, before he spreads you.

"Fuck," you whimper out, dragging your nails down the healthy skin of Dabi's bare chest, "mmn...fuck me, fuck me, Dabi, please—"

The next thrust throws you off balance, making you catch yourself on the headboard, one hand gripping at Dabi's bicep as you bury your face in his neck to muffle your moans as you find yourself being roughly pulled down to meet the rise of his hips pounding into you, leaving you a gasping and moaning mess.

The firm grip on your ass holds you still as Dabi fucks up into you, the hot breath on your skin where Dabi whispers into your ear how good you feel around him, how good you are for him, pushing you that bit closer to the edge.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Dabi—" Eyes shut, you curse, whine and pant, as all you could do, all you could ever want to do, is stay still and take it.

You jolt when you feel Dabi's thumb circling against your clit; the combination of the heat and different textures both inside and on your sensitive flesh too much, and you go rigid, clenching down on him as your toes curl, a string of whimpered swears leaving you as you come, slick gushing out around and on him.

"Shit, so good, so—mmn— so good, fucking me so good, Dabi, baby—" You gasp and babble, damn near cock drunk and limp as you're fucked through your orgasm,

Dabi lets out a moan that breaks off into a whimper at the praise as his hips give a jerky thrust and you immediately zero in on it as you partially come down from your high.

As Dabi keeps up his near brutal pace and bruising grip, and the sting of overstimulation embraced, you lift your lips to his ear. "Such— ahn— such a good job fucking me, baby." You moan softly into his ear, voice thready. Dabi lets out a low groan and his cock pulses inside you. "So—hnn—so fucking good for me, hmm?"

"Mmm, Fuck Dolly." breathless and overwhelmed, Dabi groans as he impossibly speeds up, thrusts jerky.

Your fingers tangle in raven strands and tug. "Mmn, c'mon, my pretty baby. Want you to fill me up." You purr, voice shaky, before you press a kiss below his ear and sit up in his lap and clench as you roll your hips, wanting to feel him, heat coiling tight in your abdomen at the breathy moan Dabi releases.

Azure eyes go hazy as he gazes at you, before rolling back; his body going taut as he roughly pulls you down against him, grinding up into you as he releases his thick, hot come deep inside you.

"Fuck." He gasps out, mind blanking as his orgasm is drawn out as you milk his cock, clenching and unclenching around him.

Dabi looks fucking stunning as he comes, and that, along with the feeling of being filled up so, so good, with hot, thick come, has you spasming around him in another short peak, a shudder running through you at the feeling.

After a moment, you go limp, falling foward onto Dabi's chest as he relaxes back into the mattress, and you just stay there, panting for a bit.

You pass out there, Dabi's cock still inside you and a small, dopey smile on your face.

*****

You wake up clean but you feel sore and boneless, your legs especially jelly.

You also wake up warm, and you snuggle up into that warmth, and feel a hand in your hair.

Cracking open your eyes and looking up, you see Dabi looking back down at you with a soft smile and eyes.

He looks pretty, as usual, but this time it's a new pretty. A softer pretty.

"Morning, baby." He murmurs lowly, running his fingers through your hair, before leaning down to press a light kiss to your forehead.

You look up at him in wonder. The morning light filtering through the curtains hit his eyes that shine like gemstones through the inky strands of hair, and his staples that shine like flecks of moonlight itself, imbeded in and holding together a mosaic.

"So fucking pretty." You can't help muttering, almost whining, and Dabi snorts a laugh, trying and failing to hide it behind his hand, along with the pretty pink of his blush.

You melt as the warmth of Dabi consumes you from just your lips when you're kissed oh so softly after he returns the sentiment, because you grinning up at him, eyes shining like jewels and smile crooked and adorable is also so fucking pretty.

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Content Warning: I'm new to Tumblr, so please be patient as this blog will be most likely not be very active, but will be mostly dedicated to Dabi, with other random stuff thrown in there. I post my writing, which would mostly be NSFW. ♡

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Boundaries for my Writing: I WILL NOT write the following:

Scat, Piss, Vomit, Pedophilia, Incest, Animal\Child Abuse, Foot Fetish, Needles, OCs, Underage Characters\Underage Reader, Ageplay, Vore. I probably missed some but these are the main ones.

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✿About Me✿

Fave Animes: MHA, Bleach, AOT, JJK, Black Butler, Banana Fish, Yuri On Ice, Free!, Haikyuu, Kuroko no Basket, Maid Sama, Kamisama Kiss, Demon Slayer, Saiki K, Jojos etc.

Fave Shows/Fandoms: Marvel, Supernatural, Merlin, Teen Wolf, The Vampire Diaries, Good Omens, Our Flag Means Death, The Umbrella Academy, Bridgerton, 911, Scarlet Heart: Ryeo, Strong Girl Do Bong Soon, Suspicious Partner, Scholar Who Walks the Night etc.

Music Interests/Loves: BTS, SKZ, Ateez, Red Velvet, Twice, Blackpink, Yungblud, Black Veil Brides, MCR, Ashnikko, Megan Thee Stallion, Sabrina Carpenter, Olivia Rodrigo, Taylor Swift (occasionally), 1D, 5SOS, Soca, Anime OSTs........and more but we're getting carried away...

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