Okay, so I got like 3 asks for angst- and an ask for a continuation of the Dabiten threesome, with the aftermath for our reader, so I hope you guys don’t mind but I combined them all into one. Fair warning,this got way darker than I planned, so it has mentions of self halfm, suicidal thoughts, and a little minor mental break, all with a fluff ending, promise! xxx
You tried not to show anyone the shaking in your hands, the trembling of your lips, eyes downcast as you walked through the mansion. A voice called to you but you ignored it, whoever it was didn’t matter, nothing really mattered at the moment. You scratched uncomfortably at your left wrist, feeling he mutilated skin there, your breathing easing steadily at the soothing motion, just how fucked up am I? Your lip wobbled dangerously, wetness dripping down your cheeks and you bolted out the front doors.
It was inevitable that he’d move on, you’d been pushing him away for weeks now, denying him any affection, locking yourself away as you mutilated your body to try and cope with the agony. But Toga? Of all fucking people, Toga? Seeing him holding her, it had been a wake-up call, one you needed.
Moments later you had raced up an old set of stairs, slowly rotting away from lack of use and up to a hidden alcove of the roof, relaxing as you reached your little hiding place, dropping unsteadily to your knees, hands digging viciously into your palms as you tried to calm your racing heart, you could feel the panic attack coming on, could feel the spots starting to dot your vision, you choked on a sob, eyes closing, body rocking back and forth steadily. A warm hand on your shoulder dragged you from the panic, and you whipped around to see the last person you ever wanted to see again, what more could he possibly want from me?
“Easy there doll, you’re looking a bit pale, take a deep breath for me”. His raspy voice was oddly soothing, and after the shock of his appearance wore off you did as he told you, breathing in deeply, oxygen filling your burning lungs, how had you not noticed the pain? A scarred palm smoothed your sweaty hair back, the other hand brushing the tears from your cheek carefully, the gesture startingly soft, and you flinched, another wave of tears falling from your eyes as you drove your knuckles into the sockets, maybe I could just fucking blind myself?
“Stop it, now”. The command was harsh, your hands pulled away sharply, eyes clashing with the vibrant blue of his irises, but you couldn’t do this, couldn’t handle his touch, not again. You jerked back viciously, crawling backwards and away from him, shaking your head desperately. His eyes followed you, widening slightly, and for a moment you thought you could see genuine worry glittering at you from his expression as he lifted a hand, and then let it fall again, palm grazing his jaw as he watched you, lost in thought.
“Stay away from me”, you choked out. “It was you; it was fucking all you”, your voice cracked as you sobbed, rocking back and forth again as you descended into hysterics, Dabi’s expression paling further as he watched you. “You knew he’d be angry, that he’d punish me”, your nails clawed viciously at your cheeks, trying to distract yourself from the pain in your heart, by causing physical pain, a regular occurrence, ever since that day.
“Next time you want to act like a slut around him, maybe remember that I’m fucking happy to treat you like one”.
You screamed angrily as the voice filled your head again, shaking your head viciously to clear it. “You made me dirty, and now no-one will want me, he won’t want me”, you feel back against the bricks, blood staining your sleeve from where you’d scratched so hard the wounds had re-opened. Dabi was staring at it, eyes wide with understanding. You didn’t care, he can fuck off. “I’ll never be enough now; don’t you get it? You patchwork freak, he’ll never want to touch me again”. He flinched away from the rage in your voice even as you shrunk in on yourself, going quite all at once.
“He deserves better”, your whisper was so soft you weren’t even sure Dabi heard it. “I’ll leave, that’s what I’ll do, I’ll leave and then he can find someone worthy of him”, you mumbled to yourself, eyes flickering back and forth as Dabi gaped at you. Finally, he seemed to snap, shaking his head and jumping to his feet.
“Fucking hell doll, what’d we do to you, hm?” He dashed down the stairs a moment later. You didn’t care, he can stay gone. You blinked slowly, trying to focus, fingers wandering over the blood that had stained your wrist, had you scratched that badly, really? The woozy feeling in your head was difficult to identify, it could just be anxiety, or it could be blood loss, you glanced down and finally noticed the small pool forming at your feet, laughing listlessly. That’s one way of leaving, I guess.
Running footsteps interrupted your thoughts, but you were too tired to really comprehend where they were coming from, your vision spotty, breathing shallow, and growing painful even as icy hands cupped your cheeks, a warm body pressing to yours, lifting you against them, whispering softly to you, though you couldn’t really make out the words. You snuggled closer to that warmth though, nuzzling your nose against it, “hang in there, baby, come on now”. You loved that voice, that strong voice so much, it made you tremble and whimper, even as someone crooned soft reassurances to you. Your eyes fluttered slightly, locking briefly with those pale irises you loved so much, a gentle smile on your lips before you faded out.
When you woke the room was dark, your wrist had been bandaged, and your head hurt terribly. You sat up swiftly, confusion clouding your brain even as you noticed him climbing across the bed to you. You jerked backwards instantly, pressing back into the pillows, shrinking from the rage and the punishment you knew would be coming, you’d been so badly behaved after all. What if he brings Dabi in again? God I’d rather die.
“That won’t be happening, not ever again”. His voice was soft as he crawled closer to you, like he was trying not to startle you. “Just you and me, forever, I promise, okay?” Your lip wobbled as you met his gaze, so much love. You whimpered, eyes dropping again but he cupped your chin gently, forcing your head up to meet his eyes, “I promise I’ll fix this; I swear to you if it’s the last thing I do, I’ll fix this”. You openly sobbed then, head collapsing against his chest, too exhausted to fight him on it. He pulled you close instantly, arms tight around you, mouth ghosting over your cheek, pressing softly against the small scratches your nails had left you with.
Your soft cries continued for some time, while he stroked your hair and kissed your skin, whispered sweet nothings to you. I don’t deserve it; I don’t deserve any of it. I’m dirty, I’m disgusting, that’s why he’d been with Toga in the lounge area, he’d moved on. “No baby, no never”, the fierceness in his voice was a shock, you flinched slightly without meaning to and his eyes softened instantly, hands cupping your cheeks and pressing your foreheads together. “I wanted her advice, on trying to mend this rift between us, that’s all, nothing more”. You breathed in at that, realising suddenly that your lungs were burning again.
“It was my fuck-up baby, not yours. I went too far, I know it, Dabi knows it. I swear I’ll never do it again”, his words were whispered softly against your lips, eyes glistening wetly, you gaped at him. My beautiful, strong Geten, ready to cry for me. “Forgive me? I’m so fucking sorry”, his voice broke, teeth biting into his bottom lip as he waited, for my answer, god he really thinks I won’t forgive him. But he’s the one who needs to forgive me.
“No baby”, he whispered softly to you, and you realised you’d recently developed a nasty habit of speaking your thoughts aloud. “I messed up, but I swear if you let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, please”. The pleading in his voice broke you, drawing a whimpering cry from your throat as you surged forward to kiss him, mouths clashing in a messy tangle of teeth and tongue, moaning as his tongue slammed inside your mouth, licking desperately, exploring like he would die without it.
You climbed into his lap, hands roaming over his shoulders, shoving his parka down and onto the floor, fingers ghosting over his slender abdomen, scratching playfully at his nipples as he moaned softly into your mouth at your ministrations. His hips bucked up against yours, both of you groaning from the friction as his length rubbed against your clothed pussy, too many clothes. Clearly Geten agreed, because a moment later your shirt had vanished, leaving you clad only in your bra and panties, and rubbing desperately against the growing bulge in his pants. “Please”, you moaned desperately, drawing a strangled noise from his throat as he tore your bra from your chest.
A hot mouth closed hungrily over your nipple, drawing a desperate cry from you as his had slipped under your panties, rubbing through your dripping folds instantly, before swiftly shoving two fingers inside your heat, a choked gasp leaving you as your hips started to ride his fingers, desperate for more, needing more, needing everything. A third finger slipped inside you a few moments later before he started to scissor them, eyes gazing at you as your mouth opened in a soft moan, hips humping his fingers heatedly, throwing your head back as you lost yourself to the pleasure. His finger curled then, stroking over that spot inside you and you squealed, “God, Geten please”, you begged.
His fingers were pulled out a moment later as he dragged his pants down far enough to free his cock, guiding it swiftly to your entrance before sheathing himself inside you as you screamed. It was so much, so good. You moaned loudly, and then started to ride him, his hands coming up to grip your hips tightly, pushing you up and down as you moved, he was so fucking deep inside you. It felt so good, so good, as you bounced up and down desperately on his cock, moans growing louder as he angled it perfectly to brush against that one spot inside you.
He started to lift you then, pulling you back down as he thrust up into you, hard, and you came apart on top of him with a scream a moment later, nails clawing at the nape of his neck, crying out his name in desperation as he chased his high, moaning softly in his ear, mouth sucking softly at the pale skin of his throat, he’d be mad about the hickies later, but you didn’t care, not right now anyway. “Please Geten”, you moaned softly in his ear before pulling back and pressing your foreheads together again, “please cum inside me, please”.
He gave a strangled, throaty groan at your words before sheathing himself inside you one last time, hot spurts of cum pumping inside of you as you both moaned, falling sideways, cock still buried in your mess of a hole. He always fucks me so good. He sealed your mouths then, claiming yours in a blistering kiss, tongue slamming so far down your throat you were worried you’d choke for a moment before he pulled back, eyes half-lidded and full of love.
“I love you so much”, his soft whisper against your lips had you whimpering again as you pressed closer, burying your face in the crook of his neck, desperate for as much affection as you could possibly get while he was feeling this soft. “My beautiful, baby girl”, he continued quietly as your eyes closed, humming contentedly as he nibbled your jaw, before pressing soft kisses all over your face. He didn’t stop until you started to giggle, hiding your head in his neck again as he smiled gently against your hair.
“You’re mine, only mine, forever, I promise”.