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star-spirit-mayhem · 1 year
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Waking up with Dabi in between your legs. Your pajama bottoms long discarded on the bedroom floor and the only thing worth focusing on is a warm pleasure that gently coxes you into consciousness as Dabi slowly tongue fucks your pretty hole. He's watching you closely as your eyes blink open and your hand reaches for his hair, pulling a downright sinful moan outta him.
"Pretty little pet, So eager for me. Just relax and let me take care of you doll, wanna make you fall apart around my mouth before we gotta get up for the day- make sure you're walkin' funny so everyone knows how good I make you feel" he sounds so breathless and needy like he's starving for you as he dives back in-between your legs making you gasp and moan as he starts giving your most sensitive spots all the attention he could muster, determined to have you broken and dumb on his tongue before he let you out of his bed.
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Forever With Me
"Does this make me a bad person? Do you think I'm a bad person?"
"I think you're a fucking monster."
"Do you really? Is that by your own free will or what you've been led to believe by other people, my love?"
"Does it matter?"
"To me it does."
Chains rattle as hands raise up, showing off wrists rubbed raw. "It's my free will." A click of teeth, a hand running through messy hair, an annoyed huff. "That's not true. Don't be so cruel to me."
A sharp laugh followed by a scoff, head whipping up to meet crazed eyes. "Cruel?! You've got some balls. You're the one who chained me up."
The cold metal of a blade presses against warm flesh, digging into skin and just barely piercing it, and a low voice beside an ear. "Come on, don't be like that. It's me and you until the end. You're with me. Forever with me, my angel."
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http-tokki · 1 year
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Do you want me to kiss you?
~ dabi x reader ~ tag/cw: mha spoilers, fluff, friends to lovers, they kiss!!! ~ wc: 300
Dabi not wanting to kiss you because of the staples and skin but you just want to love him staples, burnt skin, and all so you just grab ahold of his face and pull him close; nose to nose, forehead to forehead and ask one final time.
“Do you want to kiss me?”
You can see the hesitation flicker in his eyes so you repeat the question. “Do you want to kiss me? do you want my mouth on yours? is this something you want and would do ?”
“Yes, I want it more than anything” he admits, voice breathless as his hands come to rest on your waist. “I want to kiss you so fucking bad but I don’t want to gross you-“
“Shut up” you sigh and press your mouth against his.
Dabi’s breath hitches in his throat as his hands grasp the flannel of your shirt. His lips are still against yours for a second but as you tilt your head, he kisses you back. Melting into your touch his mouth opens under yours, love pouring into him. He tastes of cigarettes and toothpaste, the tang of blood from stretched skin lingers as you slide your tongue along his bottom lip. Dabi groans and opens his mouth wider, his tongue flicking back against yours. The grip he has on your clothes is iron, holding you against him afraid if he loosens his hold you’ll disappear. There’s so much in that kiss, so many unspoken thoughts and feelings, so much passion and love and lust by the time you pull apart, you’re both panting.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long, you have no idea” he breathes, fingers now stroking along your forehead.
“I’m gonna do it again” There’s a hint of questioning in your tone. “you ready?”
Dabi nods eagerly. “Yes please.”
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honeykawa · 4 days
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Dabi held your unconscious body in his arms, his body and mind feeling still. Heroes and villains had an agreement, an agreement the heroes broke. No one touches the doctors or medical staff; everyone needs healing, it was stupid to kill off the only people who could help with that. You were a doctor, someone that consistently worked with villains because you didn’t care or treat them any differently than a hero. You were a doctor, you were Dabi’s doctor, and no one touched his doctor.
He retrieved you from that burning building, not giving a fuck about any injuries he might sustain. Word about what had happened at the local clinic traveled fast and Dabi wasn’t about to let you die. He wasn’t sure what this feeling was, it was as if time had stopped when he found you, a eerie quiet surrounded him as he made sure you were safe from any harm. Twice and everyone else that helped him get you took a step back, knowing Dabi was dangerous right now as rage seemed to seep out of his body. They even had to convince him to set you down once they made it back to the lov, he refused to let you out of his arms for a while. But once he was sure you were going to be okay, he left. Not a single word was spoken.
Dabi was going to find those heroes. How dare they touch you. How dare they try to kill you. His blood boiled as his skin started to grow hot from the flames that licked his skin as he walked. A crazed look started to appear on his face as he just started setting anything and everything on fire. You may have been a necessary sacrifice or whatever the fuck those heroes would have called it. You were expendable to the heroes, but to Dabi? Oh no, Dabi would burn down the world for you, and he was going to burn it down until those who chose to hurt you paid.
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mackenziebrooks · 6 months
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Dabi who is sick and tired of you using your toys when you need to get off. So he throws them away and says “From now on, my fingers or my dick are the only things that you’ll use to get off. Do you understand little mouse”.
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almaadst · 2 months
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Close-up of Dabi from my current commission I working on! This man needs more peaceful moments ~~ (* ̄3 ̄)╭ Commission info Finished art!
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4cub1 · 10 months
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✦. Boyfie
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✧ Boyfriend Dabi who probably be the most driest person to ever exist, he would only see you as a source to kill time when he is bored.
✧ Boyfriend Dabi is a virgin, who at first is very awkward with everything and needs any type of guidance to continue.
✧ Boyfriend Dabi wouldn't care if you try to open up with. You told him about your day or that one annoying friend or classmate. "Hmm that's great" is all that could come out of him since he isn't even paying attention.
✧ Boyfriend Dabi dosent ever open up to you about his feelings or family since he feels like if he did, he would look weak.
✧ Boyfriend Dabi that isn't even romantic at the all, all celebrations look one sided since its only you who is trying to put effort in.
✧ Boyfriend Dabi who would blow smoke from his lite on your face if he knows you don't like it.
✧ Boyfriend Dabi who likes to start fights because he thinks your angry face is attractive.
✧ Boyfriend Dabi who will purposely get you mad during sex to get you all riled up and frustrated.
✧ Boyfriend Dabi who will never get jealous because he was already used to people coming and going so he was ready to lose you.
✧ Boyfriend Dabi who like all your red flags and gets turned on by them.
✧ Boyfriend Dabi who hates hugging for too long because he isn't familiar with such kind of affection.
✧ Boyfriend Dabi who would eat your food without permission or if you had offered some he would take a huge bite finishing almost half or more.
✧ Boyfriend Dabi who would take side glances at you when he knows your grinning from ear to ear like some idiot after looking at something cool he did.
✧ Boyfriend Dabi who would let you have some of your stuff in his room in the LoV base.
✧ Boyfriend Dabi who likes looking at the cute plushies or matching key chains you probably won in a gacha game.
✧ Boyfriend Dabi who knows he will forever remember you because of the way you smiled at him so warmly the first time you both met.
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4ngeldusstt · 1 year
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S T A Y
A/N: had this on my drafts and decided to finish it somehow, enjoy!! <3
Word count: 982
Warnings: angst, kidnapping(?, suggestive.
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Being a student in the UA was good, you were in your third and last year, one of the top three best heroes in your promotion, you had your provisional hero license and been working with Hawks in his agency for a year now.
Something was going down, the League of Villains was active again and Hawks made sure to keep you updated with all the information there was even though you were still a student, you worked your way into the Pro Hero world and gained their trust enough for them to count on you in important missions like this.
“Hey Y/H/N, we gotta get going.” Hawks told you as you both got into Best Jeanist’s sports car. “Endeavor is fighting with some of the members of the LOV in some abandoned headquarters, we have to offer support.” They updated you so you would be prepared, you were going to fight against members of the league, but nothing would prepare you for who you were actually going to fight against.
As we got closer to the location you saw the so familiar blue flames escaping out of the building’s broken windows making you curse under your breath, you knew this was going to happen sooner or later, you knew that you at some point would have to fight against your now ex boyfriend that you were still so much in love with, and he knew too.
When we arrived there it was Shigaraki, Twice, Spinner, Mr.Compress and Dabi. As the fight went on any of them had the guts to harm you, they were your friends at one point and still cared for you even if you were not a part of them anymore. You were never a member of the LOV officially, you where just a hero in love with a villain and you spent time with them and they grew to like you.
During that time you realized that they were not bad people, society made you believe that villains equal to bad but they were in fact actually really caring they just had different goals to yours, you learned their stories and background what lead them to be where they are and do what they’re doing, you as an empath had a lot of respect for them and understood their situations, despite the fact that you were a pro hero they didn’t hesitate to listen to you and take you in and welcomed you with kindness. They still had hatred for heroes, you didn’t want to change their vision after all, but you were the exception to them.
You used your quirk against Shigaraki trying not to rise suspicions amongst your comrades. Missing on purpose so you didn’t injure him, remembering all those hours you spent with him playing video games and when he listened to you without complaining as you vented and cried every time you argued with Dabi.
Kurogiri opened a portal out of nowhere meaning they where going to retreat already as more heros made their appearance in the situation. “Y/H/N! Be careful!” You heard Hawks yell in your direction as you felt a hand wrapping around your throat pushing you to the portal without hurting you, only for a deep voice to pull you off of the trance you didnt realize you where in “you’re coming with me baby, I ain’t letting you go that easy this time.” Somehow you felt safe. “I still love you.” Your voice coming out as a bare whisper “and I never stoped loving you princess.” The concerned faces of the pro heros as the LOV took you with them was the last thing you saw before all turned into darkness.
You woke up in a so familiar room that belonged to the boy that was now sitting on the end of the bed, his back facing you. “Why did you do that?” Your voice came out softer than you wanted it to be “The time we where apart fucked me up y/n, I know we agreed to break up but I can’t handle to be away from you, I need you with me.” You were quiet, so he kept talking “So, Shigaraki and I came up with a plan.”
You didn’t know what to feel, you were feeling nothing and everything all at once “Basically kidnapping me.” You said rolling your eyes at his words “Yeah, the plan worked though, you are here with me and these shitty heros won’t suspect from you bettaying them, they just think we kiddnapped you.” He finished the sentence with a proud smile, “But they will be looking for me, they will find me and try to take me back Toya, and you know that.” a hint of sadness could be perceived in your tone, you were the only one that he allowed to call him by his actual name, hearing it come out of your lips again made chills run down his spine, he took seat closer to you, still not locking eyes with you “I know baby, but when the time comes it will be up to you if you want to leave with them or.. stay with me.” His hand was now resting on your thigh, looking down at his own feet not being able to even look at you.
By the time you realized you where sitting on his lap, your arms resting around his shoulders as your lips connected with his, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist holding you as close to him as he could. "No one will take me away from you.” You whispered feeling him grin against your lips “that’s my girl.” He said in the deep voice that you so much loved making you shift in your favorite seat, feeling his hand forcefully grab your ass as a response. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” He whispered as he devoured you neck.
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yoooo drawing dump
a few of these r like a year old others r from like last week
sero is half Honduran now n his nickname is sumthing only my fellow Central Americans will understand lmaoo
a lot of toga doodles cus i luv drawing her. just a lil bit of everyone here hopefully i finish some of these doodle soon cus im planning on coloring sum of them teehee
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star-spirit-mayhem · 11 months
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Teasing Dabi ~
TW: Smut, Implied Dom/Sub dynamics, Bondage, Gags, Voyeurism, Implied Punishment.
Reblog the post if you like the Fic. Likes on this app do Nothing but bookmark the post for yourself, this doesn't just go for my post, Artists and Writers are entitled to their posts being shared if you enjoy their work.
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Taking advantage of Dabi's willingness to go along with anything you plan for him by tying him up and teasing him as you make him watch you make yourself cum infront of him. His mouth is occupied with a pretty little gag and he's on his knees with his arms restrained behind his back, he's quiet and almost glaring at you with how intensely his eyes burn through you, watching your every move, trying to memorize every little sound you freely let out in an attempt to further torture and rile him up ; Its working, The only indicator of his resolve braking is the slight shiver he gives off, body radiating with the desire to touch you, to feel you, to devour you.
As you tip yourself over the edge on full display for him to see you lose your focused for just a moment, basking in the shaky pleasure orgasming in front of your boyfriend while he watched brought you, your eyes roll back for just a second but that was all Dabi needed. The second your attention wavered off of him he was burning his way out of his ropes and pulling the gag out of his mouth as he shoved you back onto the mattress making you fall back and lose balance before gasping loudly, more so at the surprise than the impact. "Think you can fucking tease me like that and get off without me? Fucking brat, that's what you are. You wanna cum so badly fine, you're not stopping until you're begging to, teach you some damn manners" Jokes on him though, that was the plan the entire time, shame it took him this long to start the night.
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shisnhou · 2 years
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kiss me more
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dabi looks at you begrudgingly. well, not in a hostile manner, just more of the squinted eyes and tightened lips manner.
"why the fuck do you keep doing that with your lips?" the villain asks, demandingly. for longer than a minutes, his eyes have been darted on the pout of your glistening lips.
"doing what?" you raise a brow, lips however, still unmoving; much to dabi‘s irritation.
he clicks his tongue and gives up on telling you what he sees. if you‘re willing to act stupid, then so be it. "this shit." he places his finger just centimetres away from the glossed lip you tut out. "what the fuck is that all about."
there, he finally notices.
you‘ve been purposely pouting your lips out for hours, and after the third mark your rather coolly boyfriend has noticed.
"i have no clue as to what you‘re talking about." however, you pretend not to know what he‘s talking about.
dabi‘s brows furrow at that. begrudgingly, he puts down his finger to his side and gives you a suspicious look. he‘s not convinced with your act, with you, everything always has an ulterior motive.
and just as he suspected, you do in face have an ulterior motive.
lately, your boyfriend hasn‘t been home much. dabi‘s always out working, or whatever the fuck he‘s doing out there. for days without an end, you‘re often left home to your own devices. and as you‘re left to handle yourself, you find yourself missing your mischievous boyfriend. most especially, you miss his thin lips against yours.
you painfully miss the way he teases you with kisses that just feel like playing with fire. his lips on yours always feels so good, so good that sometimes you wish breathing wasn‘t such a big deal so that he wouldn‘t have to get back up to catch his breath.
"yeah, this act isn‘t impressing me princess. what d‘ya want?" he leans close to you, his finger tips holding your jaw up. "i don‘t have all day."
"nothing," you prod further with the act, but tutting your lips out just a little more; accentuating your glossed lips even more. "what do you want?"
dabi snickers. he bends down jus above you, enough that his lips near yours. with your now near leveled places, you‘re able to breathe in his familiar scent and feel the situation escalate. this is what you have been waiting for ages, for his lips to finally hit yours.
"i don‘t want nothin‘, pretty. what do you want?" he answers your question with a question of his own. "why‘re you bein' all pouty and shit? d‘ya want something to buy?"
you roll your eyes at him. sometimes, you do hate your boyfriend. though he can be sweet, he can also be clueless; as much as he is mean. you had thought pushing buttons might lead him on, but you overestimated him and now he‘s just confused.
"y'know what, nevermind." you sigh, wrapping your hand around his wrist and pushing it to his chest. "you‘re oblivious." you mutter, losing hope.
dabi looks at you with now a pout of his own. he watches you retreat and take your phone into your hands. he still stands there, looking at you with a face more confused than earlier.
he loves you of course, but he sometimes just doesn’t understand what goes inside your pretty little mind. more often than not, he just finds himself sighing and trying to figure out what you mean.
as he turns around and retreats, thinking about what you could have wanted. but as he is just about to leave the room, he suddenly hears something from your phone.
"here‘s the best lipgloss that pouts your lips and make you look as kissable as possible!"
what?
oh..
oh.
a lightbulb lights up inside his head. in a split second, he‘s flipping his head and caging you down. you watch with a bored expression, seeing him smirk. you cock a brow, but before you realize it, he‘s grabbing your phone out of your hands and kissing you.
your eyes widen in surprise, but they quickly flutter close as you wrap your hands around his nape.
it‘s a deep passionate kiss. his tongue moving slow against yours. lips move in perfect sync. it‘s a needy lock of lips, he‘s teasing your lower lip as he runs a hand through your hair. he savours your taste as if it were a full course meal from a michelin star restaurant.
"baby," he breaks the kiss slowly. his lips are still up against yours, his breathing slow as he speaks. "y‘know, you can just always ask me to kiss you. you don‘t have to play so unfair."
you know you can. but where is the fun in that? more so now that you know, that just being pouty and mean can make him act like a starved man. so maybe, being nice is out of the table.
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ophelian-darling · 1 year
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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧.
Yandere Dabi x female reader.
Summary: Hell is the other people, yet that doesn't mean to not have a devil to love in the abyss.
TW: Violent thoughts, Possessiveness, Dub-con, Drug & alcohol consumption, Obsession, Onanism.
This is a NSFW piece, Minors DNI.
enjoy ♡
As if the flames of Inferno hadn't devoured enough of him: his flesh went adust and he metamorphosed into an ugly, grotesque replica of a corpse. It was a lord's grace that he managed to survive -that's what would anyone say to him- Yet what was there to rejoice with still?! The reflection of the stained glass on the wall painted a poor excuse of a human- a failed hope of a legend and the dead blues of eyes that used to be chaste. His skin and scars were attached together in a cruel show of monstrosity, a thin line separated the decaying flesh from the unhealable wounds, and nothing in the world can wash away the hatred and rage boiling inside like the devil's pit. Ever since he swore on destroying the world, every hue of an emotion and any glimpse of a feeling had been sewn shut and imprisoned, filling  the Lilies with thorns and drops of blood to shield what was remaining. 
Dabi couldn't bring himself to offer more oblations- The Idol of heroism and honor, that he used to put on a pedestal and bow down ardently for, is now nothing but a scarecrow: a deceiving figure and a cover for the truly vile intentions; the real salvation  of the world was to set it on fire and enliven it to God's innocent Eden, where no snakes or poisoned fruit will crawl inside. The 'league of villains' were the angels of death and the new Azraels of the fallen world, accompanied together to rescue the unfortunate from corruption; there were no dreams or love to live for, as his goal was the new sacred numen.
His so-called colleagues are puppets, just like he is, moved with different threads and for different roles. He couldn't bring himself to develop anything for them, whether it's fellowship, friendship or fraternity. All of them appeared to get along well: a bond was knitting itself more and more everyday as Shigaraki led them to achieve a seemingly similar paradise, gladly taking their places in a chess war and armoured as pawns, and you were no exception. 
Your features conveyed no sensation, as what a devoted villain should show themself. Unlike Toga or Twice, you were silent as a lamb to the slaughter and serene as a deep sea, not disturbed or strangled, like you gave your soul on a silver platter with a peaceful heart. Others sought solace from the dregs of what had the air of a warm feeling provided by you- love and acceptance, just as they were a little loving family, where you alongside Magne, were regarded as the older sisters, and looked as the weak fraction of a home. 
Poison in honey. Clouds of doubt and distrust bedimmed his mind whenever he conjured up your lineaments: the resting lines across your face and the reverent glamor in the color of your eyes- none of what you showed was to be perceived as evil. all of the fallen from grace around him had a revolutionary flame in their gaze, au contraire of your placidly hollowed stare, promising to cast a long illusion of Kafkaesque awes.
To Shigaraki's pleasure, you were his favorite- or more correctly the most tolerable member of the league. a perfect model of obedience you were: you spoke so little and worked so hard, polished the numen of new heroism with blood and gifted it so many sacrifices -sacrifices that were out of pure love, souls and pieces of the useless- With no fear or selfish intentions. Toga mooned over your figure and clinged to your hip. The little blonde was a childish loon and He couldn't endure her most of the time, while you (In addition to managing to remain a decent human being) hit it off and contained her tantrums just as you did with Twice -That psychotic freak-. He hated everyone equally: His family, His comrades and leader, and he wanted to despise you as well; the wall of an unknown sentiment hitting back what his mind wanted him to comprehend. 
You're giving him a sort of hate that he didn't accept nor understand. Why would he feel irritated instead of apathetic at your surface attitude towards him?! Surely he is in no need of baring someone else's hopes -he'd rather carry his own despair alone-  yet he won't swallow down the thought of you thinking of him as a failure, a maggot that devours rotten carcasses or merely a lost cause, he is indeed a lost cause but never an empty noise in the background of your head, or someone that you can ignore so easily. As he watches you patch up Jin, smile sweetly at Atsuhiro's tantalizings, play cards with Shuichi or chat with Himiko about everything and nothing. The virulent wave of an emotion keeps washing at him; playing a series of cruel thoughts and imaginations that were rather sadistic: bashing your head against a wall till the threads of crimson sewed your calm face, burning your flawless skin until it discolored to a vile, pussed red; all to hear your screams and enjoy the melody of your vocal cords as you cried in agony for him to stop. The scenarios of torturing you blessed his nights with vivid dreams: Unlike what his consciousness wanted to see, his psyche animated you and him in cherry blossom reveries, the lost innocence drowning everything in a blissful haze. He remembered the feeling of your touch and the note of your true voice: soft as silk and meek as milk, the sweet fruit of heaven, not poisoned by satan. He recalls more than a time how his nightdreams were a small warm flash of affection at first, then ignited into a fevered kiss before escalating to a carnal feast. The euphoria of uniting with you was unforgettable: kissing and nipping at each inch of you, from your lips and face down to your neck, a lovely odor fragrancing your shoulders, the mellow flesh of your breasts, gently squishing in his palms and the raw pomes of your nipples and their flavor- how he imagined the graze of his teeth and nails on the pure fabric of your skin, the path of his tongue down to your dripping cunt- your nectarous cunt, generously pouring your essence on his tongue as he lapped your flower, savoring every little drop of fluid in every little spot of each petal while your croons and moans composed a midnight chant. Flames blazed in his loins while your core was drenched; him immediately dousing the heat when he entered you roughly. The scenery was utterly perfect: your cries of pleasure and whines at his dandlings and teasing, the purple blooms across your neck and cleavage, and the full mewl of vigor escaping your throat as you finished, his cock spasming so deep inside; cervix opened up and swallowing his seed. The sweet haze filled everything to a bright sweven, bright as the fullest moon in the darkest night, consumed by the clouds and veiled into the dim. He wakes up- hard and frustrated as he palms himself, cussing at the many shapes of your form within his memory. He needed to feel you, now and next to him. 
Dabi would never unfold his fantasies to you. the idea of revealing such a hidden side of him to anyone (let alone you, the person in concern for his nocturnal musings) was embarrassing; the pride and dignity -even as a morally shattered rogue- he built over the years refused to lower over someone and disclose such a vulnerable part of a parlous evildoer. It's his lucky day- the annoying brat of a leader finally made a good decision of teaming you up together. Shigaraki thinks that you're capable of cooling Dabi's heat while he would warm up your apathy, just as fire and ice would balance each other. And of course, he didn't give a single fuck about the mission's success or the plan as much as he did about getting to start something with you, something that'll hopefully develop into what he had in mind. Soon enough, the dreams of your body on him will come to be a reality. 
Good. you aren't scared away or seem to be disgusted at him. you were pretty docile: he didn't have to call you a name or throw a threat at you to pay attention to him. Dabi colors his attempts to coax you with a hue of bitter judgment and cynicism, hoping to elicit a real reaction from the depths of your mind, not that mild bright look of your eyes, sending him a scattered letters and an unknown message: a feeling of opacity, odd serenity that increased his desire to maim you beyond all of the evils a human can imagine. 
His fantasies became even rougher and more detailed. The brightness of blood and sunlight on your face were equally exciting, and his desire to own you for his jollity increased with each time his hand tried to replace the smoothness of your walls, desperately delineating the scene from a third eye: him burying himself in the heat of your core, clutching your arms in a fist, spitting curses and degradations at your cutely fucked face. The idea of you being a cheap whore and a costly mistress at the same time sparked a fire in his mind; corrupting whatever purity you still had and breaking your sanity- wiping that stupid calm face off and putting a bloodied and scared one in a show for him. The visions were so pleasant that his hands wanted nothing but to beat you broken and burn you dead; drag you to his pit of misery. 
Dabi now shows you a fraction of what he can offer of 'Kindness'. Every Time you happen to converse with him, he aims to provoke you by obscene flirtation or direct teasing, which you respond to with a quick comeback or an eyeroll. The more he pushes your buttons, the more your true nature comes to light for him: you're a cruel, doe-eyed disaster, everything ugly and pretty at the same time; he absolutely loves that.
Anger doesn't rise when you throw your words at him: your insults weren't even insults, whether you laced them with poison or honed their edges sharp, they didn't wound as much as they tickled: everything that came out of that pretty little mouth of yours was sweet, too sweet that made him eager to cut your tongue off and watch blood cascade. He wanted to get a devil out of you, as to take it to a hell of his own, where you would both revel in cutting each other to ribbons. 
The inflicted pain loses its ache with time, and melts into a crippling throe, and grows to a deep blue melancholy. it feels to him -and you as well- that you took comfort in hurting him and him hurting you, like breaking a bone to forget a sharp twist of the heart. indulging in banes was a temporary relief as well: cigarettes and Alcohol, pills and remedies weren't enough to release a lingering burden of shame and acrimony. It happened in a moonless night- a bottle of wine dangling lazily from your fingers, your head on his shoulder and your tongue unlacing its knot, through a blur of tears, all of what had been coffined under your skin teared through and emerged into existence: you were just like him- a torn hope for a legend, a replaceable weapon and a losing card. Just when you believed the serpent's lie of power and grace, your superiors took you out of what used to be your home, your heaven and haven; everything was ripped out from your hands overnight, and tears were no longer an antidote. and he listens- he listens to every word you say, dread filling his cogitation as the familiar scenes are played.
"Was I really a failure all along?" He watched you swallow your words with a full gulp, the red in the bottle swinging within it in your shaking grip. Your eyes were distant as always, but in an exciting way- you seemed hopeless, utterly woebegone, the gleam of your eyes absent to where an unknown corner of your head laid.
"The more I think of it, the more my hatred for them grows… but I can't deny that I used to love them… and I still love them!" 
Sobs lost between gulps; the drink wasn't able to pacify your sorrows. He just simply stares at the mess of you, intrigued by both of your tears and subtle determination of revenge. His imagination creates a scene where your form stood, gazing up to a charred horizon, your head turning around, a numb smile crossing its curved line on your face, while your eyes carried a certain violent gentleness. As he watches you wipe the traces of sorrow on your face, Dabi comes to the realization of who you verily were: an embodiment of the darkest depravity in the garments of the purest piety, that you were the serpent and not the sinner. If this life was hell; then you ought to be the devil itself; a reincarnation of Jezebel's deceit, Circe's eyes and Delilah's lulling.
Your fingers twitched and moved, skimming his scarred hand, spiderlike at first, wanting a silent agreement from him to continue, then bold, obscene as you took his silence as an acceptance.
Now he notices how well manicured are your nails and how neat are your digits, coy when they took both of his palms, to downright prurient when you slipped his hands under your shirt to meet your bosom.
"I've seen the way you look at me" you purred, stars of a far nirvana lustering in your eyes, not like you were just weeping. 
You squeezed his hands, encouraging him to fondle on the soft flesh on your chest, which he did, immediate and eager as he was whenever he recalled that dream.
"You seemed like you wanted to hurt me terribly… and just to let you know, being hurt by you isn't a very awful thought… it's…" you giggled like a vamp "Sexy…" 
He felt like an overflowed dam. just as you let the final words, he planted a forceful kiss to your lips, relishing the taste of ale on your tongue. you moaned into his mouth, arms on his shoulders welcoming him for sin.
The bottle rolled to an unknown corner of the room, its content missing than a few drops. All it took to loosen your composure was a hundredth night of drinking and a tipsy talk. To him, none of the Alcohol was as much of an intoxication as the feeling of you, far more rapturous and surreal than the vistas of violence and vigor he visualized in the dead of the night. Time lost its sense in a complete haze, nothing but the grunts and murmurs caroling the cold air of the small room.
When the first threads of daybreak slipped through the cracks, it all befell you in a sharp remembrance. you recognized the scars on the body beside you, softly snoring and twisting its muscles as it woke up. 
"Round two, Ay, love?" 
You were obviously regretful of what'd taken place nights ago, as you wore your annoyance on your face. He had his way with you during a moment of weakness, claimed himself as a 'boyfriend' and crawled under your skin. In all honesty, you'd found him attractive when you first set your sight on him, the dead blues he gloomed the world with spoke a threat of violence and vengeance, sparking your own fantasies to deprave and go astray with insanity. You thought about breaking him slowly with seduction and faux timidity; succeeding when he allowed his demons to entice him into touching you, but failing when he sought love from you of all people. 
He's not ashamed of letting his emotional deprivation surface. He's a nuisance- constantly clinging to your hip, demanding all sorts of affection regardless of the time. There's a mission? He accompanies you, disobeying the leader's instructions with all satisfaction. You're going somewhere? He tags along, not caring about your protests and complaints of his existence. a hue of joy on his face blinks when you're alone together: He speaks more, attempts to flirt in his words and asks for physical assurance more than he gives (not like you wanted anything from him except sex). His tolerance decreases when it comes to your connections with the rest of the league members; he's now ruder to them and sometimes violent- warning them audibly to stop interacting with you, and you couldn't oppose yourself, feeling gleeful deep down at your capacity to get this side out of him. You were fully aware he had issues, sorts of injuries that didn't stop at his face and limbs, but that wasn't a concern of yours. 
In the silence of everything at the end of day, his head on your chest, Dabi spills out every single letter of what he thinks of you. 
"You're a bitch, and I love that about you… another disaster in my life, but a pretty one…" He rotates his head to look at you, a smug line curving up his lips "Wanna show me how much of a slutty wide-eyed brat you are?" 
You give a sweet smile in return, starting a long night of pain that didn't hurt more than it pleased. The silence of the dark would stretch until the light is poured in heavens, when every aching memory, tear and sob is forgotten and deemed to return in next kisses and bites. The journey of your lives continues to a shared horizon: you both swore on destroying the world together, ruin the scarecrow of falsity and sacralize what was truly sacred: you and him only; your new heaven through the colors of your eyes.
"Mousey…" 
"Hmm?"
"Stay with me forever…" 
"I want to be your world, you're already mine" 
"Let's burn together in hell" 
"Dance with me on their corpses" 
"I love you, do you love me?" 
"I do love you… Touya" 
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honeykawa · 2 months
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[11:21 p.m.] dabi stood over your attacker as they quivered with fear. his heart was beating a mile a minute, pounding against his chest as he looked down at them. how dare they? how dare they lay their hands on you? someone he himself is afraid to even touch because he couldnt bear it if he ever hurt or burned you. and yet, they did it without a second thought.
he stood over them with wide eyes, an almost feral and crazy look taking over him. his anger was boiling his blood at this point, “die”.
he couldnt even take pleasure in their screams as they burned, thats how pissed off he was. seeing you barely conscious with blood running down your face almost sent him into a frenzy. his skin was sizzling and slightly even more charred from how hot his flames were but he didnt care. burns werent new to him. all he had left to do now was to get back and watch over you. he wasnt going to let you out of his sight any time soon.
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mackenziebrooks · 7 months
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Demon King Dabi who knows he shouldn’t be having a relationship with a human like you but he can’t help it, not when you feel so good to him. He can’t help it, he has molded your pussy into the shape of his cock. His bite marks all over your neck, shoulders, and collarbones. He makes sure you are the only one he gets to fuck and he puts his demon mark on your body. He’s determined to keep his little human his and only his. He’ll burn any other demon who tries anything. He’ll burn anyone who tries to step in. No one dares to try and stop the demon king.
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almaadst · 2 months
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Bunch of commission I have done in February! (✿◡‿◡) I want to try posting them in one bigger post - I will see if I like this way better✨
From the top Dabi (MHA) and Hei (Darker than Black) commission for @sugar-and-pearls, the second drawing of Torch Dakari (OC) and Arya (Inheritance Cycle) for TerratheTerrable from Deviant Art and the last one Sun (SB) and @therealandeborg Billy (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
I still have free spots in March and April if you interested in commissioning me! More info below ⬇️
Other: Commission info Dabi and Kana Sanji and Yuna
PLEASE DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT MY or OWNER PERMISSION
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dabislittlemouse · 11 months
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Just did my nails bloody red, long and in oval shape, they turned out amazing, I can’t help but imagine how pretty my hand would look on Dabi, wrapped around his thick cock, smearing the precum on his tip with my thumb as it mixes with the redness of the nail polish. Or how pretty my hand would look placed on his chest or back, scratching his healthy skin until it bleeds and matches the color of my nails. Probably this color isn’t one of his favorites but I’m sure he’d learn to love it from me ♥️
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