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「 ✦ Dabi x F!Reader ✦ 」

cw: NONCON/DUBCON, SCENT KINK, hate-fucking, cockdrunkeness, sluttification/bimbofication, primal kink play, smoking/drinking mentions, degradation, mind fuckery, forced oral (giving), forced sex, cumcumcummy inside

Supremely late as usual... and it took a lot of finesse given how things have been. But this is dedicated to the lewd Secret Santa (new years nao?) Event by the depraved @ectologia who gathered up a handful of Tumblr's fantastic dark-fic writers ♡ i didn't forget y'all. I came late w the sauce—

To my dearest Secret Santa @tang3r1n who picked my brain with their absolutely PUSSYCLENCHINGDIABOLICAL descriptors of Dabi's musty dick after a long day and I just— fhdjsjsjsjsj.

I can't thank you enough for your patience and understanding... Let's start this year off with a bang.~

— League Hideout, 2am.

Believe it or not, villains can feel at peace too.

In the dim, underground bar, the warm hue of light against mahogany and cherry wood has become home to you. The varnish is a tasteful, nutty gasoline scent, comforting in it's own right. That colorful jukebox flickers and quietly stirs as it scratches vinyl.

Usually, the joint was bustling with recruits and League members, giving each other hell or toasting over another small victory. Plus Chaos.

Tonight it's dead quiet; perfect time for you to work.

But when that mellow 80s j-pop track plays on, you can't help the way you hum and bounce your knee to the rhythm.

Plastic Love: You know this one.

Kurogiri clinks around fine crystal behind the counter. As he gingerly places them back on the rack behind, he doesn't seem to mind your loopy musical trance. When those yellow hues of his ghastly eyes look to you again, he stares down at the paper workload in front of you and catches you attempting to sip away at an icy glass that runneth dry.

"... Another, y/n?" The eerie voice beckons. You swore you heard a flicker of humor there somewhere... "Or perhaps you require assistance."

"No no, Kurogiri, I won't put you to that, please. I insist."

"... As you wish. You can help yourself to whatever, though it is imperative that you aid Tomura Shigaraki."

"Th... Thank you."

"Naturally."

Were you working hard or hardly working at this point?

... In front of you sat hundreds of pages of unheroic filth— cheating scandals, money bardering, unsavory dealings between agencies.

It's likely something you'll all gather around and read for a good laugh later when you're shooting the shit. Right now, all Tomura cared for were locations, time-frames, and configuring the best day for the League to make it's next appearance when the heroes least expected it.

He really wasn't privvy to "filler," and he'd shown a streak of being impatient when it came to these things. So you take initiative.

When the last glasses are cleaned away besides your own, the haunting bartender leaves you with a piping mug of matcha anyway before stepping out of the light and descending into the shadows of the hallway.

"Should you need me, i'll be attending to Tomura."

As dutiful as the nomu was, only truly served one master. You thank him again and pay him a half-attentive nod as you flip through another ink-dense page, highlighting sections.

You're onto something here, eyes flickering across the pages until you have your eyes set on an address. But only a moment passes before the room's door opens and slams shut again.

"Back so soon Kurogiri?"

You smile as you turn to greet who you thought was the chivalrous barkeeper, but immediately grow deadpan when you look up to a familiar face.

"... Wrong."

Dabi.

The male's gravely voice greets you, as well as his carcinogenic clouds when he exhales cigarette smoke through flared nostrils. You do a piss poor job of acting indifferent, turning back around with a huff. It was already hot in here, did it just turn a million degrees worse? Maybe it was the alcohol...

He starts eyeing the documents and the few empty glasses nearby, quickly connecting the dots

"Well you sure look busy." He tisks.

Of course, the cunning bastard found one frayed end on you, tugging just to see what'll happen. For all the time you'd ever worked alongside Dabi, you knew his truest nature was kept under wraps beneath that rugged, cool exterior. Always calculating... always cunning and looking for an entrypoint they would benefit him and him alone.

You weren't in the mood for his antics.

"I was busy." You jab while turning your face further away from his secondhand smoke. You could tell he'd been on a spree of arson when he smelled like hell. "Should've known it'd be you."

Sulfur, ash, and bloodshed... it was intense as it was revolting when he was so close to you now.

Thankfully he goes to meander towards the lounge corner not too far from you. You track the steps it takes for him to reach it before shakily exhaling the breath you didn't realize you were holding.

You'd like to think you had a soft spot for your confidants, but not when you knew Dabi's sarcastic, lax nature could rear it's ugly head. You knew by now that if you turn around to grace him with your face or chat him up, he'll look wartorn and smug like some delinquent child who patiently waits for you to notice the grimy evidence on they're tattered clothes from the evil deeds they just commited.

He even makes sure to create as much noise as possible when he plops down on that creaky leather couch and props his tactical boots up on the glass-paned coffee table in front.

Cerulean eyes lazily drift over to you... He knew he had a certain effect on people, notes the way your shoulders tensed, the shifting of your body away from him, the furrowing of your brows, the way you shifted in the bar-stool. The way the corner of his mouth twitches exposes the sense of satisfaction he has in your discomfort.

"Oh, Ice Queen," He cracks the silence again with a condescending nickname, leaning back in fake disbelief. "I never took you for much of a drinker."

You ignore him, but the red in your face worsens when you can feel his gaze dragging up and down your spine, unaware of the way he analyzes the cascade of your tousled hair, the pursing of your chewed lips, the subtle pink stain across your cheeks. the arch of your back... the round of your ass.

"... Y'know, you've usually got a stick so far up that ass, it's almost adorable to see you loosen up and still try to act high n' mighty around me... Kinda nice to see you let your guard down."

You didn't like the rasp or tone of that one bit.

"Don't you have some abandoned warehouse to sleep in? A hero to stalk down like some fucking creep?" You finally mutter.

"There she is." The languid man only builds the tension with his low purr and the confrontation drawl in his question: "My teasing strike a nerve, your highness?"

All you can do is scoff, and as soon as you meet his eyes, you smirk to yourself and say the first thing on your mind.

"No, but your stench certainly does. You reek like a corpse."

That gets his brow to quirk up, but the rest of him remains lax. He almost beams at your quip, revved up for more tongue lashings.

Arms strewn across the back of the couch with little care for the way he spread his legs so freely now, he flicks ash off his cigarette before placing it in the ash tray near his propped feet.

"Oh really?" Dabi retorts, that dry, hoarse voice still finding a way to drip with sarcasm. A hand poised in front of him, he ignites hellish blue flames in the palm of it — and you distressingly remember that varnish is actually very flamable.

"... How observant of you. Looks like you're more than just a cute face afterall with that noggin of yours. Guess i've always been a fan of burning bodies, so that stench suits me just fine."

Swallowing, you watch him finally extinguishing the dancing flame before he picks up where he left off of his cancer stick, bringing it back to his marred lips and letting his head slump back as he exhales more carcinogens.

You know, maybe you were in the mood to fight tonight, because you decide not to just drop it there. Cuz you knew you wouldn't be able to function if you had to tolerate his prescence any longer, let alone his fucking scent. It wasn't that he even smelled bad per say, it was... unique, carried a bad omen.

The scent of dead men who likely clung to the arsonist's smoldered jacket before turning to ash. It unnerved you greatly, and you can't focus like this.

You frankly just didn't want the snarky bastard around, Not when you knew he was never up to any good. His teasing, the sarcasm, that self-righteousness...

"You're stinking up the lounge, go to your room or something."

"I will, maybe when you show me some respect 'n smile for me the way you do for Dusty's lapdog."

That's it.

You smack your gums and spring into action, sliding off the bar stool and attempting to pack your things aggressively so you could move elsewhere on base. Anywhere away from the distasteful fuck.

"God you're an ass."

Dabi cracks the sudden kink in his neck and lets out a haggard sigh. He kicks his feet off the table and rises again, after he'd already gotten comfy. Before you can make another snide comment to him, he's walking over with those boots trudging across the floorboards until he's right up in your face.

"Yeah? Am I?"

He works his jaw, eyeing you down with an amused glint in his evil eyes. Suddenly you're gasping in horror as his warm hands shoot out and grip terribly hard onto your squirmy hips.

"Pretty sure I asked you to smile for me, didn't it?" He pulls you flush against his, that touch radiating both the coldness of his demeanor and the heat of his power.

"Ahh... I think I know why you're such a stone-cold bitch. You're scared of me, aren't you babe?" Dabi puffs smoke against your face and neck, the full intensity of his scent enveloping you. "Good... lets keep it that way."

Too close...

You turn your face away, but the subtle hint of cologne mingling with the hazy aroma of his power and the underlying musk of his body starts to trigger something odd inside you. Not to mention the way his blue hues bore into yours, a challenge behind them.

"Anyone ever tell you you're way more darling up close?" He whispers it against you, a lulling mantra wielded like a dragger to your delicate throat. "So bashful now... bet I can make that bitchy mouth of yours plenty useful."

There's zero humor in the cruel laugh you sputter in his face. You had enough of this blatant arrogance, turning up your nose at him. Dabi could go low, but like this?

"Fuck you." You finally spat venomously. "You think i'm intimidated by you?" With those words, you rip his hands away like he were the plague and shove past him.

"... you're disgusting and delusional. You hold no power over me."

Sparks fly across his vision and his body moves faster than his rational thoughts. Before you can get even 2 feet ahead, you feel a burning grip on your forearm.

"Ugh! Dabi, enough! Let go—!" the room spins as your body is yanked forward.

Challenge accepted.

Dabi's judo tossing you like nothing until you're landing on your back hard, slammed onto the glass table with a hard crack and head hanging off of it. The ashtray goes flying off after you, the butts he'd collected scattering across the floor.

"U-urgh..."

Dabi's surprised it doesn't shatter beneath the force, because he wasn't gentle. He soon storms back around, stepping towards you with initimidating swagger until he's standing right over you, looking at your splayed figure. Your head hurts, and this perspective makes him look upside down... or is it right-side up?

"Man, i'm gettin' real tired of that attitude."

The shadow he cascades in the dim bar light is menacing. The sulfur-scented demon is about to rip you to pieces, burn you up like a garbage heap and send you straight to hell for a petty trangression. Before you can sit up to defend yourself, he's gripping your tits first and holding you down.

"H-hngf! Stop—!"

He grins as you struggle against his grip, intrigued by your squirming and shocked expression. The squeezing from his warm hands making your nipples perk reflexively. And he opts to tug them the moment he can see them peaking through your top, hard.

"Dabi! I said s-stop, what the fu~ck—!" You shriek, voice cracking as octive higher at the violation.

"So you think I'm disgusting, huh?" he hisses, carrying a dark, sadistic undertone. "Well you're far from some clean, pure angel yourself, y'know." His free hand slips beneath your shirt, trailing his fingers between the valley of your cleavage like a scapel with surgical precision.

"I guess i've been too lenient with you, y/n," he growled, his voice laced with a dangerous edge while laughing cruely on top of you. "How stupid can you be... mouthing off insults about somethin' a guy can't control! Anyone ever teach you to keep your mean comments to yourself? No wonder; no-one's ever fucked any sense into you—"

The raising of his voice and sudden mania genuinely does scare you. With a bruising grasp, he's kneading your already sore tits. You hiccup and sob, contemplating hollaring for Kurogiri. He'd surely come and put a stop to this, wouldn't he?

"—maybe you just need some fuckin' dick in you."

You try to find your voice to scream until you realize, as Dabi's leaning over you, that you're leveled perfectly beneath his crotch...

... Instead you just gawk, horrified when you finally feast eyes on the sick fuck's massive, throbbing dick and balls pulled out above the band of his pants. He's curved just slightly, and veiny, pumping excitedly along his thick shaft up to the swollen-pink tip. Stinky, fresh pre-cum oozes at the very top.

The dropping of his white, studded belt tells you this is all very real as it hits the wood with a loud clunk.

"What are you doing?!" You'd learned your lesson, but that wouldn't be enough for Dabi. "N-no! P-Put that away, Dabi!" From this angle, you can't see his smug face, likely amused by your pleading.

"Put what away, babe?"

"Dabi!"

God you can smell him. His... parts carry more of that intense smell... Something only belonging to him.

"Use your words 'n tell me, then."

It's salty, sweet arousal, and those pheromone secretions coat his clammy, heated body as he worked on haphazardly yanking his jacket and shirt off above you, revealing more piercings and scarred skin.

"F-fuck, keep your clothes on, please! Just cut it out already, this isn't funny!" You don't realize it but you're tearing up.

He isn't stopping.

"Ah... Who said I was joking?"

You refuse to accept him by shallowing your breathing — and of course, he notices. You try to turn your face away, but he's triumphant as he locks your head between his thighs till you get a faceful of him.

"M-MRPHHH!" Muffled pleas go ignored.

"Y'claim to know me so well by my 'stench'. So go on — Breathe me in, bitch."

You bring your fists up, hitting at his thighs in desperation helplessly as he practically suffocates you with his hefty balls. You can feel the reverb in his chest as he laughs cruely down at you.

"Come on, you're a big girl, aren't you? Take it—"

His balls were heavy and hardly plopped neatly into your mouth when they were so big. Squeezing your watering eyes, you come to accept them.

You want to deny to yourself how erotic this is... but nature runs it's course, unlocking your deepest, carnal desires, mean't only for primal encounters, growing intoxicated with the need for—

"Cock. They said you can get drunk off the smell of it... if you're aroused enough." His groan disrupts you, then a ragged exhale escapes him as he settles himself above your face.

Those scarred hands give your tits another firm squeeze.

"... Can you feel it seeping into your feral mind?"

You're horrified at the way your mouth waters and eyes roll as drool spills out the sides of your mouth while you gently suckle at his sack. Seemingly not getting enough, Dabi snarls like an insatiable beast, lip caught between his teeth as he finds this all to be very stimulating.

"Harder, damn it..."

The man shivers at the way your tongue moves on it's own against his aching ball's perineum... So sensitive, despite having such a damaged, wracked body.

And why was it so facinating to hear him...? To make his knees buckle, make him weak at your flicking alone. Until he's pushing the boundaries again—

"... Fuck... open wide."

"Mngh, m... n-no..."

"Y'don't wanna drag this hazing on any longer, do you?"

You murmur curses, but your actions speak clearly to the depraved fucker. You behaved like a starved alley cat, lapping at milk and mewling for more at the prospect of being free from this humiliation.

He rolls his eyes, pulling his balls out of your mouth with a wet pop before dragging his heavy length across your face.

"Mm... but I can't lie. Being cockdrunk is such an interesting look on you, y/n..."

The tip prods at your wet mouth.

"... Why don't y'go on and have a proper taste?!"

Not caring for your weak protesting, he pushes himself past your plush lips, the force of his initial thrust positively bruising the cushy part in the back of your mouth.

You screech as you gag around him. But the moment his dick comes in contact with your taste-buds, it's over.

His flavor is divine, and as much as you hated submitting, your body craved the taste of his skin. Savory, soft... pumping in and out of your slobbering mouth, and you desperately try to suck up as much of his greasy dick as you can back into your wanton mouth. With bleary eyes, your lips create a perfect seal, cheeks hallowing with each back and forth motion of his hips. To his delight.

You seem like a pro to him, timing your exhales perfectly and making him lose himself to pleasure. Of course, you just don't want to asphyxiate on his dick.

Musty, sweaty, savory—

"Mphm... Shit." At this angle, Dabi's sliding with ease right into your poor throat over and over again, his hips flush against your face. Thick thumbs press firmly on the sides of your neck, glee riddling his face as he feels himself wriggling inside your esophagus.

"Oh yeah. Feels good having those pretty, pink lips on me... God, you're doing so well, little cocksucker."

It's nudging past your tonsils, but his tip is abnormally hot. If you'd had any experience giving head, you're positive he's running hotter than the average man. Must be his quirk.

And as he's stuffing your mouth with a rougher pace, you begins to fear that his cum must be blistering—

"—Ugh!"

You cry, unable to complete your thoughts when he's suddenly pulling out to the head and slapping your face with a heated hand.

"Quit that shit." A harsh yank of your tender-head snaps you back to reality, but you cry again when he spits a hot wad into your wailing mouth. "You're thinkin' too much, focus 'n keep sucking me off."

One last thrust in, and the devil's deep past your esophagus. He keeps himself there, feeling your heartbeat stammer in your throat, the tightening around him...

"Urgh... yes-yes-yes." he keens, throwing his head back.

He popped your erotic bubble dreams with his cruelty, so you finally graze your teeth against him when he doesn't let you breathe. You make sure to snag his skin between your teeth, and it only gets him growling. Seemingly fed up, he pulls out of your mouth entirely till there are only strings of spit connecting you together.

"Bitch."

You cough and are thankful for the brevity, until you look up to the rest of him now. From the trail of white pubes running from his dick up to his navel... to the heaving of his scarred chest... to his piercings on his face... he was looking real good to you right now.

Handsome and alluring... It was unusual; his inky black hair, compared to the patches of white you can catch. The staples beneath those deadset eyes and piercings across that chiseled chest... the tugging of purple-hued skin, likely not even his own, keeping him in tact. Alive.

He was a marvel, truly. And it was turning you on.

The villain stares down at you too, admiring the tears in your eyes and the flush across your gorgeous face while jerking himself off.

"Think you're ready to take me?"

"B-but you said—"

"You poor thing. Y'get some dick finally, and you're already a dumb bimbo. I didn't make any promises, did I?"

No. Of course not. He steps away from you while grinning, reveling in the scene before him like you were a meal splayed out on a silver platter. He's tailing callosed fingers along your jawline as he maneuvers around the table.

His touch was igniting sparks of desire through your body again.

"Y'think i'm just gonna let you off without making me cum? You're gravely mistaken, y/n."

It should've sickened you, but you don't resist when he climbs on top of you, this glass bearing the weight of you both too well. You don't fight when he's tugging down your bottoms and yanking down your sopping underwear...

The more you huffed him and his smoke, the lighter your head became. Up close, he was a euphoric amalgamation of pheromones, an incubus through and through... carrying a dark, delicious aura and aroma of sex and the sweet release of death..

You suddenly think about him in ways you never had, how only now you realize how much of an actual man such a monsteosity like him could be.

So hot-blooded. So human, carrying the rich and full-bodied scent of a real man with delectably fertile musk... you must be drunk on his elixir, because your thoughts begin wavering too...

Yes. Fuck yes, he was a man, packing a pair of balls full of potent semen and a twitching rock hard cock ready to spurt and pump it deep inside a wanton, awaiting womb...

And to your dismay, you knew you were absolutely fertile.

The moistness seeping down to your heavenly ass and the glistening of your ripe, puffy cIit was proof of it.

You don't even know how your own scent draws him in, his pupils dilating until they're swallowing the gorgeous, desolate blue of his ocean eyes.

"God, I knew you'd be such a perfect fuck..."

The lust clouds his own usually judgement, even his vision wavers as he becomes freakishly aware of how breedable you were, those obnoxious birthing hips and plush sides difficult for him to ignore.

Were you ovulating...? Was the full moon out? Why did you smell so good to him too? ... On any other day, you were just some annoying brat who got on his nerves. Tonight, you're highly prized meat, squishy, gushy cunny too good to pass up.

Primal instricts flood the forefront of both your feral minds — he was more than capable to breed you. Impregnate you. Ravish and claim you.

But first, he'd stake his claim — mark you with his filth so even the other members could whiff it.

You feel him slip his hands beneath the fat of your ass squished against the cold glass, the persperation from your weepy cunt dirtying it. He scoots you up and pries those thighs apart before putting you in a mating press.

On any other casual one night stand, he'd prefer his woman knelt over like dogs in heat, keeping their annoying wails and begging out of his ears while plowing their insides.

Tonight, something tells him he needed to bear it all with you... in the least romantic way ever as he presses you into the cold table more. Thank god he's so warm...

The burn from the stretch of your muscles get's you crying out, until he's kneeling down to lick away the sweat droplet from your precious face. His scent... his body, it's all over you now, tacky skin keeping you together.

There was no escaping now.

"You're filthy too now, y'know... no point in crying about the way I smell now."

"D-Dabi... what are you..."

"I can't wait to abuse your fucking pussy... it's what you deserve for always being so cold with someone like me."

Excited sparks of blue catch in his hands, and the prospects of him killing you on his dick were looking more plausable when the fat tip smacks against your clit and drags itself up and down your entrance.

"You think this is just some game for me? Always actin' like some hardened bitch around me... i'm going to shatter that arrogant little facade."

You mewl, forever hating yourself for your submission. But the heat between your throbbing cunny doesn't lie.

Squirming and writhing beneath him, he gives you zero warning for when he's slamming himself deep inside you.

"Shit—!"

"A~ahmm!"

Pain wrack through you

"Dabi! D-Dabi, too much, hurts too much!"

Those heated hands latch onto your jiggly breasts, bearing the weight of him on top of you as he fucks up into you.

"F-Fuck, quit squirmin', oh my fucking god—"

His tip was bulbous, rubbing just right against those sweet spots inside you, dragging your milky essence in and out with him. You can't see it, but the nectar oozing from your cunt coats the base of his dick and pubes, all on display for him as he watches himself enter you each time.

You throw your head back till it's back over the edge, moans gutteral as he churns your insides up. All the while, he grins and laughs at you, huffing small curses and yeahs?

"Damn, you're tightenin' up nicely. Gettin' excited aren't you?! Tell me baby—" Dabi presses himself flush against you now, chest to chest as your legs remain held back. That stiched tongue darts out, drooling against your face like a panting dog.

But this would be a hard lesson for you.

"— tell me how much of a sorry slut you are for being so mean to me."

"I'm—ugnh! Dabi~ah! I'm r-really—"

—Over and over again, he thrusts inside, pace never faltering and interrupting your every word.

"—aaa~hh, 'mm-sor-ree-ee-y!~"

"Are you?! Then take it, dumb fuckin' whore, come on—" he's not satisfied, railing you harder into the table. His bony pelvis grinds right against yours until it hurts, which makes you babble more apologies.

The shoddy pegs squeak as they scape up the wood flooring from the erratic fucking on top of them. Now you fear Kurogiri's presence — really any of your cohorts catching you like this. The humiliation... The mix of smells and bodily fluids you're both coated in will likely never leave this corner of the bar. The scratches scattered across his back and the oak... the slippery glass as it floods with fluids.

"Mmpf, lucky girl, somethin's gotta be in the air tonight... because you're starting to look like the woman who'll do good raising my brats!~"

How would you ever be able to show your face in here after all of this? After getting violated by the man you once held so much disgust towards, you were now acting like a submissive, brain-dead toy excited by the prospects of being filled and used.

This is what you deserved, wasn't it?

"Y-yes yes yes— wait n-no! No more, p-please, you're gonna make me—h-haaa~"

The plapping of Dabi's balls and pelvis against your juicy cunt with each full thrust in makes sinful music — slicking, popping, squirting. The dim bar fills with the noise, at some point louder than even the humming jukebox in the back.

"... D-Dabi, i'm gonna cum! I— ah —oh god! Please, i'm sorry!"

The knot in your gut wounds tighter at his voice alone.

"Then don't deny it, tell me how it feels getting fucked by such a disgusting bastard!"

"I-it feels s-so good—! F-feels so~oo— kyaaaah!—"

The squeezing around his cock sucks him deeper inside you, and even he is taken aback by how lewd you've become now as you crack and shatter on the precipice of a delicious orgasm.

You were broken down, kicked off your high horse, knocked from your shiny pedestal... and Dabi reveled in every waking moment of it.

But he really is only a man, a sudden urge forcing him to capture your sweet moans with his lips in a demanding and possessive kiss. Gnashing teeth, saliva and coppery flavoring from the animalistic sucking and biting... it was rough and aggressive, his tongue slipping into your mouth with crazed hunger.

He wanted to leave no doubt in your mind that you were put in your fucking place — so with a couple of aftershocks from your beautiful cumming, he's following suit, spraying your insides with thick, potent cum. Every inch of your womb... molded by his monstrosity of a cock... coated with his seed, a signature from him that details your ruining.

You melt beneath him, opting to finally kiss him back... like one last weak plead to let you free. To fight with whatever you had left of that determination.

Instead, you succumb to exhaustion, eyes fluttering while you take in the last of his hellish eyes and lop-sided, lustful grin.

Stupid, gorgeous girls deserved to be treated this way by monsters like him.

"I fucking busted inside you..." he admits proudly, huffing... as though you didn't already know by the spasming of his dick.

"... Y'can hate me all you want tomorrow."

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