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Yandere! Dabi x Fem! Darling

Secret Santa 2023 Event!

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Welcome to the Secret Santa Event, hosted by @ectologia (thanks for throwing this together ♡)

My Secret Santa is… @wilderuby ♥️ I hope you enjoy your Christmas present even if it’s not really Christmas themed~

cw: NSFW • Obsessive/Possessive Themes • Fem! Reader • Yandere Themes • Stalking/BNE • Dubcon • Dabi • PIV • Fingering • Praise/Degradation • Kidnapping • Psychological • Dacryphilia

It keeps happening.

No matter how many times you’ve visited the local police station, or how often you knock on the door to your neighbor’s home, you keep finding them.

Innocently resting beside your head when you wake up, whether you sleep in your room, the living room, or even your bathroom, is a single red rose.

Never intact either, the delicate scarlet petals singed in one way or another, to the point now it seems to have become an art form. The dark veins running along inside the thin petals blackened until the rose takes on nearly a new color of ashen burgundy.

You went to the heroes, the police, your friends and family, and yet nothing has come about stopping it.

“It is odd but maybe it’s nothing?” Your friends had said, claiming it was seemingly harmless.

How could it truly be though? You locked your doors, all of them, from the front door to your bedroom door to putting padlocks on the windows. You’d awake to everything intact how you left it, not a single thing out of place… except the addition of a single burnt rose.

It was breaking you down mentally and emotionally at this point. Seemingly being haunted by a ghost, faceless and voiceless, no physical form to blame and scream at. You do scream though, after a year of it occurring despite all efforts—even moving to a new home in a different city. No matter what, when you wake up, there’s a rose. Whether you sleep in a hotel, your friend’s home, your parents, even on the damn subway.

There’s always a fucking rose. Every. single. morning.

It’s to the point where you stopped sleeping, staying up to see with your own eyes if you’re truly insane. You blink and it’s just there, even when you search, and search, and search. A rose, a little crispy, rests in front of you without fail.

It was possibly a new method of torture, but soon enough your nervous system no longer perceived it as a threat. You’d awake to the rose, roll over, and start your day. You stopped mentioning it to family and friends, and eventually it became as normal as breathing. You’d place the roses in a vase, comical at this point, and change them out weekly. A few you even preserved, out of sick humor more than actual appreciation. You’d be certain to mention you wanted no roses at your funeral, at least not red ones, and especially not scorched ones.

You became complacent, as you set your keys down upon entrance to your home, to see an entire bouquet of flowers resting on your kitchen counter. Singed red roses, and one singular black rose in the middle… this time there’s a card. A small folded note about the size of your palm, attached to a silken ribbon wrapped around the thin neck of the vase. Condensation slowly slid down the side of the intricate glass, and for some strange reason, your heart felt dread seeping into its core. Your blood felt icy and your farthest appendages chilled as you shakily lifted the delicate paper up. Several seconds ticked by as perspiration dotted your brow before you eventually sighed and unfolded the note.

Ready to come home, doll?

It was motionless in your home. Deathly silent and still but nonetheless your body shook as tears welled up in your eyes while the foreboding words registered with you. You were home, weren’t you? You knew that much. You also knew you’ve never been called the nickname doll a day in your life, at least by no person you knew.

Was it a joke? Your instincts screamed it wasn’t. You did a pathetic job of staying calm, dropping your keys noisily on the floor as you trembled and dropped to pick them up. You’d leave, stay somewhere else tonight and figure it out in the morning—

“Going somewhere?” You hadn’t head even a footstep. You could see in front of you now a pair a beat up leather boots. Dark jeans lazily bunched up around them with a few nicks and tears in the denim fabric. Your eyes continued up until you were staring at a man.

Bright blue eyes, framed by thick dark lashes, stared down at you. His skin was like patchwork, staples actually pierced through healthy looking flesh while connecting what looked like chard leather to it. His skin you realize after a moment. Some healthy, some burnt, while he stood casually over your crouched form with his hands shoved into the dark trench coat he wore over some ratty band t-shirt. You didn’t watch the news often, hardly ever since your stress was high enough dealing with your own issues, but you knew who this was.

What villain this was.

“Dabi…” you barely even breathed his name, almost inaudible despite your close proximity, but it seemed he heard just fine as a slow forming Cheshire grin spread his lips wide open, revealing his white teeth and sharp canines.

“What’s that doll? Y’look like you’ve seen a ghost, speak up, can’t hear ya down there.”

You were right to feel dread. This was likely the worst scenario possible, one you truly hadn’t even thought of. A notorious villain leaving roses for you? Who’d believe such a ridiculous thing? Even you were struggling to believe it.

“Th-the roses…?”

“Hn? Thought I said speak up.” The waning of his smile shouldn’t have your blood pressure spiking as it did, but you scrambled to speak louder as those violent blue irises blazed.

“Did you—uh, a-are the roses from you?” You slid back, nervous as he stepped forward, eye lids growing heavy as he settled for a smirk on his lips.

“Bingo.” He confirms, not a hint of shame or embarrassment in his laxidazical tone.

You heart hammered against your ribcage, eyes briefly leaving him to look at the bouquet on the counter, mind running faster than a hamster in a wheel. He seems fine just staring at you, expression unreadable besides shallow amusement. He’s giving you time to think, and something in your gut is telling you to tread with caution.

What does it mean to leave roses for over a year for you, every single day? No matter how difficult it was made to do?

Someone in love or someone with a grudge. He doesn’t look the part for either, but the bouquet and strange note having you leaning towards some kind of affection for you. However disturbingly he shows it.

Swallowing thickly, nails scraping on the tile floor, you give a wobbly smile.

“T-they’re very pretty… thank you.”

His eyes briefly widen, head tilting as he observes you with a keener interest than before.

“Yeah? Y’like ‘em, doll?” Doll, that nickname again, you wonder if that’s how he refers to you in his mind. You never likened your appearance to a doll.

You nod with a short jerk, smile still plastered even as your bottom lip wobbles minutely.

“I-I do,” it’s more nerve wracking to be staring up at him from the floor, so you make a show of moving incredibly slow, standing on fawn like legs as you reorient yourself with your own feet again. “You gave me a bouquet this time…” even standing you’re forced to tilt your head back to look at him.

“I did.” He confirms, and the sweat sliding down your spine begins to cool as you shiver. You keep wetting your dry lips, struggling to truly grasp how you’re supposed to get the hell out of this situation.

He seems to visibly enjoy your panic and nervous ticks, watching you pick at your nail bed while he makes you stew in confusion and unanswered questions.

What do you do when the country’s top villain stands in your kitchen? You don’t have a quirk that can compete with him and you sure as hell regret squandering the times your friend encouraged learning some self defense.

He’s not in a hurry it seemed either, leaning a hip against your counter while he continues to observe your every movement. His presence made the space around you appear smaller, like he was sucking the energy from the room.

“Are you…” you look down at your feet, “…going to kill me?”

He snickers, catching your gaze again as it flicks up briefly.

“Nope.” He pops the p with a smile.

You don’t feel relieved.

“Are you going to hurt me?” A better question in all honesty.

“Maybe, probably.” He admits casually, shrugging as if it can’t be helped.

Then the best question for the evening, one still festering in your mind, “Why me?”

The air shifts, the scent of smoke like a campfire, wafting over to you.

“Asked myself that question a lot,” he stands up straight, removing his hands from his pockets. He ignores your flinch, coming closer even as you backed up into the counter. “Asked what the fuck is so special ‘bout you,” he jabs a finger into your chest, eyes flaring as he immediately flattens his palm and lays it over your heart. “To make me like this.”

He smells like campfire and something with chemical undertones, his breath held traces of menthol and tobacoo.

“Y’know what conclusion I came to sweetheart?” The way he said sweetheart was laced with venom.

He’s so close you can feel the heat radiating off him.

“W-what?” You don’t really have an option but to ask. He looks manic, languid expression sharpening into something dark and terrifying as he smiles.

“That it doesn’t fuckin’ matter. That I can do whatever the fuck I want, when I want, how I want. Not you, the heroes, or the shitty cops can do a damn thing to stop me.” He leans back, face melting again into something akin to pure satisfaction.

“Why you? It’s your own fault, doll, should’ve tried harder not to catch my attention, don’t’cha think?” It’s like he’s mocking you, eager to get a rise from you as anger and humiliation burned in your soul.

You shook in rage. Fists clenched at your sides as you urged the tears in your eyes away. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry like this.

“You’re a fucking asshole.” He laughs as you bite out the insult, a deep belly laugh, nearly doubling over as if you’d told the funniest joke possible.

“Wrong move,” he fakes at wiping a tear, eyes crinkling at the corners before your scalp is suddenly on fire, a gasp yanked from your lips as you're hauled up and back to the floor. “Said I’d probably hurt ‘ya, didn’t think you’d sass me so early. That’s okay, I’m good at breaking people, fix that mouth real quick.” He murmurs, as if he’s not using your hair like a lead and making the tears you’d fought back so hard earlier fall.

“Hurts!” You grunt, now putting up a decent struggle as you fight back.

He ends that quick with a flick of his palm, blue flames lighting up your darkened kitchen and striking horror into your soul as he waves it around in your face.

“Think I won’t do it ‘cuz I won’t kill ‘ya?” He asks, his eyes matching the flames he produces, filled with a sick sort of glee.

“I’ll make your face look like mine if you keep acting up.” That shuts you down quickly, going limp even as he releases your hair to grip your arm, dragging you through your home with confidence to where everything is, going straight to your bedroom.

“W-wait—! Dabi please, I-I’m sorry,” he stops in your doorway, looking down at you with over-exaggerated sympathy.

“Poor thing,” he coos, no less gentle as he drags you to the bed and pushes you down. It’s a gentle landing, but your panic gives you energy as you try to quickly crawl away. He grips your ankle, his palm heating so quick you hardly realize you’d been burned until you screech, teeth clenched tight as you struggle to even breathe. It hurts so much.

Your will to fight ends as he climbs above you, shrugging off the trench coat and yanking his t-shirt over his head while grinning at you.

“Too early for cryin’ doll, that one won’t even scar.” He looks disappointed by that fact. “Now, I can be nice ‘n sweet if you’ll be good for me…or I can push your fucking face in the mattress and take you like a filthy whore. Pick or I’ll pick for you.” His shift in tone as he tells you to choose how he’s going to rape you instills a strange sort of hopelessness inside you.

He doesn’t care when the water works start up again, rolling his eyes as he watches you weep and tremble like he’s done anything worth crying over yet to you.

“Well babydoll? I’m so fuckin’ hard right now you won’t like the choice I make for you.”

“Sweet…” you’re all curled up like a kitten doused in water beneath him.

He’s unbuckling the belt around his hips, tugging the denim down and his boxers along with it as he grunts.

“C’mere” he all but growls, yanking you up again and pulling at your clothing, quick and efficient in stripping you despite your actions mimicking the nickname he’s given you. Acting like a doll in his embrace as he tosses each article of clothing you wore off to the floor until you were down to your bra and panties. He’s yanking at your bra first, eyes greedily drinking you in as he leaves your top bare finally.

You sniffle pathetically, any attempt at hiding yourself useless as he uses his knees to knock yours open, fitting himself in between as he messily licks two fingers and shoves aside your panties to rub at your folds.

“Hgn!” Your eyes open wide as he crassly works two fingers into your dry cunt, his saliva barely enough to grant him access to the tight confines. “D-Dabi—,” your nails are digging into his arms, tearing at a seam of staples and causing a few small trails of blood to stream, but he’s too focused on you to truly mind.

“Y’asked for sweet doll, means you need to relax and let me in,” he explains, like he’s not stretching you open and jabbing his thick digits inside you despite your weak protests and groans of pain.

Your body gives way to the intrusion after a few minutes, adrenaline fading and leaving you almost exhausted as your cunt lubricates itself to ease his passage.

“There ‘ya go,” he murmurs almost hoarsely, letting you go when he sees you’re being obedient enough and using that freed hand to grip his leaking cock.

Your eyes track his movement, watching him grasp the thick appendage hanging heavy between his legs.

You note before even his size the piercings, not just one or two but a multitude lined his cock like a weapon more than a sexual organ.

Dabi notes the hitch in your breath and where your eyes lay, proudly running his thumb over the ladder of piercings up the spine of his shaft to the tip where two small stainless steel balls rested.

“Scared?” He teases, relaxing himself as he jerks his cock and relieves a little of the ache which had been building in his balls. Curling his fingers up, you gasp in surprise at the pleasant feeling which accompanies the action.

“Nah, you ain’t scared, doll. Not a coward, y’would’ve run a long time ago but you stayed ‘cuz you like this. You like knowing someone is out there willing to do anything to have you,”

“I don’t—,” he cuts you off with a sharp thrust up, pressing into the rough textured spot along your gooey walls.

“Shh, y’should know I don’t like liars, especially not ones who get exposed by their cunt dripping all over the bed.” His smile is filthy, lecherous gaze running along your sweaty exposed skin as he just keeps hitting that spot inside which makes your toes curl.

“P-please stop, Dabi I can’t—,”

“Still lying?” He asks, more amused than angry as you try your best to twist away from the pleasure now wracking your body.

“How’s this doll? You drop the Dabi bullshit n’say Touya when you’re about to cum, okay? Y’listening?” He stops working himself over, freeing his hand again to tap your cheek and catch your clouded watery gaze.

“Try it out.” He orders softly, sweetly, like he’s trying to be gentle but the way his fingers fuck you is anything but sweet or kind. The loud lewd squelching exactly as he said earlier, a confession to how much your body at least enjoyed his careless attention.

You huff, mouth opening to choke on a moan as he adds another finger, fingers wrapping around his wrist where they attempt to halt the sudden oversensitivity inside you.

If anything he jams his fingers inside you harder.

“T-Touya!” You hope he’ll stop. Hope he ends this strange psychological torture as your stomach coils up tight.

He doesn’t, Dabi merely groans in delight and chuckles over you, leaning down to slot his lips over yours in a kiss as messy as he’s making you down below.

His soft top lip is contrasted by the rough feeling of his bottom, but his kiss is hot and you can taste the menthol now. His scent is strong, and you catch a hint of his natural odor beneath the smoke and tobacco. Your cries are silenced by his lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth when you open to complain. You shiver as you feel the drag of a piercing on his tongue, the light touch somehow more erotic. He parts sloppily, saliva connecting your lips for a moment before you flinch as he spits in your mouth.

“Open your fucking mouth.” The tone he uses and language are harsh, and you tearily do as instructed. “Stick out your tongue.” He murmurs a bit more nicely this time, humming in approval as you obey with shaky hesitation.

You won’t hesitate soon enough, if he has anything to do about it. He’ll make his words gospel in your cute brain and have you eager to listen to his every command.

Dabi lets his spit hit your tongue slowly, watching you pant like a dog with your tongue out as he brings you closer and closer to your release. The way your walls clamp around his fingers and constrict makes his cock weep to sink inside you already. “Touya—!”

You cum when he finally allows you to swallow, gushing and throwing your head back while he fucks you through it, laughing as you tense up and beg for mercy and try to escape the pleasure he’s delivering relentlessly.

“Good fuckin’ girl, say my name baby, let me hear it.” Dabi nearly loses it himself watching you shatter, eyes wide and wild as he keeps going. “Touya pl-please…hn!” You keen almost like you’re in pain, fingers digging into his shoulders now while your legs kick out.

“Y’asked for sweet, doll, means you get to cum as much as you want tonight.”

That wasn’t what you’d thought it meant, even as you choke and cum again, this time more softly as he slows his furious pace to something manageable now.

Dabi smiles at the fucked out expression you now wear, pliant in his hold as he maneuvers your body, hoisting your legs up and pressing them to your chest as you whimper in protest.

“You can stay nice ‘n pretty like this doll, doing so good f’me.” He’s not very assuring as he murmurs to you while positioning the weapon he’s armored on his cock at your dripping entrance, tapping his tip a few times on your puffy clit as you moan and twitch, view perfect to watch how he slicks himself up. “T-Touya…” he moans as he catches on your entrance only to slip up, eyes looking at your face as he licks his lips and tries again, enjoying the soft warm feeling of rubbing on your cunt.

“Yeah doll? Need somethin’?” He grins, his cock finally breaching that tight ring of muscle that lets him sink into your hot welcoming depths. “Fuck, been dreaming ‘bout this cunt for so long. Y’know how many times I’ve had to just cum on your sleeping face instead of fucking you? All the times I could’ve just woken you up and had you?” He moans, laughing at the horrified and almost strangled look you gave him, his chest vibrating with a laugh as you mewl like a cat in heat when the first row of piercings sinks into you. “Like ‘em baby? Fuckin’ looks like you do, they feel good in your little pussy?” He moans again when you accidentally bare down on him, the tightness increasing painfully as you whine when his piercings dig in too much.

“Easy doll, let me in,” he murmurs, dark hair falling into his face as he braces above you with one arm, lithe muscles taunt as he works his hips a little at a time into you, enthralled with how you fit around him enough not to slam himself inside all at once.

When the top balls of his piercings kiss up against your cervix, you’re ruined, face a mess as you struggle to adjust to the stretch and sensations.

“S’too much, Touya—” you can only cling to him, eyes drawn to where he’s sunk his entire fat cock into your depths, the way your body contorted giving you the best view.

Your words have the opposite effect though, his groan guttural as he drags himself out, drunk on the feeling of your pussy and lost to it.

“Keep sayin’ my fuckin’ name, lemme hear ‘ya scream babydoll,” you go to protest again, when he slams each inch back into you, the ribs along his cock now working in tandem with his thrusts, effectively shutting you up as you squeal and dig your nails into his shoulders for purchase.

Dabi fucks you hard and deep, speed unnecessarily to keep the air from your lungs as each thrust feels like it’s hitting up in your stomach, the pain and pleasure blending until you aren’t sure if it truly hurts or not.

He sets a steady rhythm, watching your body shake each time he lets his hips fall like a hammer, seeing his cock swallowed each time by your greedy cunt until he’s delirious at the sight.

“Pretty fucking slut, look how your pussy takes me.” He’s spewing filth at you, but when it should offend, it instead makes you burn hotter, his name falling from your swollen pouty lips like a chant.

“This cunt want me to breed it? Fill your pussy full until you can’t take anymore?” You shake your head in denial, unable to truly form words anymore as he picks up his pace, fucking you hard enough to make your headboard slam into the wall. Each thrust accompanied by a symphony of wet slapping, his balls tapping your ass each time his groin kisses your own. “Bet it does, huh doll? This greedy little cunt keeps begging for more.” He loves the dichotomy between your sloppy pussy and the way you shake your head. “No? Y’sure doll? Think it does. Don’t like lyin’ baby, remember? You want me to punish you?” You shake your head again, a bit frustrated when he slows, letting you feel all of him inside you like this, his weight keeping you pinned.

“Shakin’ your head ain’t an answer doll, I’ll be nice ‘n give you another chance, but I expect a fucking a verbal answer this time.” He’s like a light switch. Either on or off but much more terrifying when he flips it on, eyes and voice menacing as you cough and answer in a husky voice. You don’t want to test him on the punishment, truly you don’t, as your ankle still fully throbs in the back of your mind as a reminder of what he’s capable of and who he is.

“I-I like h-how you do it now…” he cocks a brow, sinking deep and then pressing even further so you whine and try to push back further into the bed.

“Y’like how I’m fuckin’ you now? That it, doll?” You go to nod before remembering his warning, swallowing thickly and voicing a soft agreement.

“Hmm… then y’oughta say it, right? Tell me how good I’m fuckin’ this pussy.” He growls, bright blue eyes lighting up as you moan, his pace increasing again as you blabber out whatever nonsense you can to satisfy him. Whatever would make him be sweet, because you have a feeling you don’t want him any other way.

“S-so good! Mhn, f-feels so good Touya, pl-please, ah,” he’s being too rough, your eyes watering and tears spilling as he drills into you, but even still you feel yourself close to coming again as those piercings rub perfectly inside you.

Dabi lifts up, letting your legs fall to either side of him as he grips both your hips tight and fucks you more aggressively. Jackhammering into your gummy walls like he’s eager to imprint the shape of his cock inside you, mouth open and brows furrowed while he groans feeling you tense up again, this time around his dick.

“T-Touya—! M’coming, oh fuck—!” You look painfully suprised when you realize how much it all becomes as you cum, the peircings becoming more prominent as you spasm and clamp down on him, eyes rolling back as your vision slightly blurs.

“Yeah y’are doll, fuck, that feel good? Looks like it did.” He chuckles, chest swelling with a deep satisfaction as he fucks you harder despite your weak whines, overstimulated cunt begging for a break despite how he bullies himself inside you.

“Tell me where you want it,” he’s close, panting and overheating even as he nears his end.

“N-not inside…” he laughs at the soft reply, thrusts only getting deeper as he resorts to simply humping into you for friction after you tighten up so much it hurts to go harder.

“Can’t pull out though doll, look how tight you’re gripping my cock.” You aren’t paying attention, mindlessly moaning as he finally gasps and cums, cock twitching deep inside you and filling you up despite your earlier request.

He nearly collapses on you, chest rising and falling quickly as he regains his breath and relaxes on your soft chest for a moment to recouperate.

When he’s caught his breath, he leans up, slowly pulling out and watching his heavy load immediately spill from your hole.

“Tsk,” he uses two fingers to scoop up what dribbled out, stuffing it back into you as you sleepily huff and press a hand against his chest.

You’re helpless to stop him, too exhausted to fight more and figuring it better to let him have his way than risk his wrath right now.

Once he’s satisfied he’d stuffed you back up well enough, Dabi is quick to leave the bed and begin redressing, speaking casually with you despite your lack of answering.

You watch the villain act as if nothing had occurred, face the same smug arrogant grin when you’d first spotted him.

It’s when he returns his attention to you that fear begins to trickle back into your blood stream.

He seems to notice too, smile growing with your apprehension.

“Now doll,” he crosses back to where you’ve sat up and covered yourself with a blanket, weary gaze locked with his.

“Ready to come home?”

Then it’s dark, your vision going out with your consciousness as Dabi catches you in his arms, dragging your limp figure from the bed and into his arms quickly.

He’s kind enough to wrap you in a sheet as he takes your house keys and phone, shoving them in his pocket as he leaves your place with you in his embrace.

He whistles on his way home, a bit eager to see your expression when you wake.

He figures you’ll learn to like your new home once you realize you’re never leaving it.

He even decorated for the season, the tree a little burnt but he’s sure you’ll appreciate the sentiment.

Dividers/@cafekistune

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thecuriousquest · 3 months

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Yandere’s Favorite Kind of Toys - MHA Edition

TW: NSFW, sex toys, sex, BDSM/BDSM gear, Dom!Yandere x Sub!Reader

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Bakugou, Shoto- rope and paddles, no doubt about it. They love a good binding to tie you up with so that you can’t go anywhere, and what compliments bondage? Something to spank your ass raw with.

Aizawa, Mic, Enji- vibrators and gags; whether the vibrator goes inside of you or on your clit, they love to watch you turn into a shaky little mess. Something else that turns them on is watching your cries turn out muffled from the ball gag shoved none too gently in your mouth and locked behind your head. Now the real fun can begin.

Keigo, Kirishima, Denki- candle wax and hand cuffs; the heat stimulation drives you to writhe around a lot. They have to keep you still somehow. Why not use handcuffs as a means to keep you from getting too far?

Dabi- chastity belts and spreader bars; he’s got a kink for virgins, but he also wants to control your sexual life outside of the bedroom. Also, you move too much, trying to push your knees together out of embarrassment. The fuck’s wrong with you? That’s why he loves clasping your ankles with spreader bars, forcing your legs to stay open, giving him everything he wants. It’s like gold to him.

Izuku- muzzles (half face coverings locked behind the head) and anal beads; FUCKING LOVES shoving these beads up your tiny asshole. Just like the pleasure he gets from a ball gag, he gets even more pleasure from covering your face with a muzzle. It somehow exudes even more control over you than the ball gag.

All Might- nipple clamps and butt plugs; he really goes to town with nipple clamps. He loves watching your nipples puff out as the heavy clamp weighs it down. He also loves stuffing you with things whether it’s a dildo, butt plus, or his dick. However, if he wants to really fool around with you, he’ll definitely choose butt plugs above everything else.

Shigaraki and Hitoshi- anal hooks and body harnesses; they’ve got a thing wrapping you up in body harnesses. Attach an anal hook to said body harness/restraints, and they’re in fucking heaven. Just the thought of you squirming and begging for some type of release makes their cocks drip with pre as they grip you by the hair and get ready to stuff ANOTHER hole.

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the-grimm-writer · 2 months

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Dabi with a darling who's obsessed with her art, her art being ballet

Cue vantom of the opera music ballet addition.

Also, I'm genuinely so sorry this took so long. I'm getting better at answering requests, I swear 😭😭😭

Mdni

Tw: stalking, paranoia, mentions of unhealthy habits, kidnapping.

You were used to people staring at you. Their eyes glued to you with pure admiration as you gracefully glided across the stage, moving your body in ways that took you years to master.

But this felt different. You felt someone's eyes burning into you with such intensity that any normal person would've broken down from it. Yet if you were one to break, you would've never made it very far. So you continued your performance like chills weren't running down your spine.

Heroes were hard to please. The world's top elite, coming to the theater to watch you, dressed in their finest night apparel. But the moment you started, all their doubts would wash away, watching silently with fascination once the music started.

The crowd broke into applause once you finished your dance, standing up and yelling their praise. It always made those long, painful nights of practice worth it.

As you bowed, you looked up to the audience, your blood running cold as you saw bright blue eyes from the back, hiding away from everyone else. Like a ghost, only you could see.

By the time you get down to greet the audience and discuss your performance, the man with the glowing eyes is nowhere to be scene. You don't know why you look for him, going past the darkest part of the theater and peaking in to see if he's still there, watching you.

Even your walk is elegant, your posture is perfect, back straight, and head held up high. Your voice was soft and feminine as you spoke to the people as they congratulated you.

"That was a stunning performance, my dear!" A tall, balding man with round, thick rimmed glasses eagerly shook your hand, yet you could tell by his crisp black suit and the beautiful younger woman that looked to be in her mid twenties or early thirties that stood by his side looking at you that he obviously had money. "When will you be performing again?"

"I'm here every night, thank you very much."

You smiled like he didn't give you the creeps. One thing your master didn't have to teach you but were thankful that he did. How to keep your admirers happy while maintaining a distance from them.

It continued on and on. You knew most people who attended the theater were wealthy, but you didn't care. You had all you wanted right now. So even as they introduced themselves, you didn't bother to remember their names. Always changing the topic if one got too bold with you.

A dancer's career was like a star, your balletmaster used to tell you. Shine too bright, and it would burn out quickly.

That's what you liked about it being busy, not being able to stay and talk to one person for too long. So whenever someone made you uncomfortable, you easily excused yourself and moved on to the next person. Sometimes, it would last for hours until you were finally able to leave.

There was a continuous cycle in your job. After you perform, you'd go to bed, get showered then something to eat, and then rush back to the studio in the early morning to practice. It was your favorite time to do it. When the sun was on the verge of rising and it was still dark outside. You could practice in peace with no prying eyes to judge you.

Turning the lights on, you walked onto the stage, dressed in your practice outfit. Skin tight nude colored leggings, a black leotard with a small tutu connected to it, and pointe shoes you just recently replaced and broke in. Your hair up in a tight bun, completely out of your face.

Taking a deep breath, you stood on the center stage and got in position, pretending like it was an actual performance as you danced.

It was always something you reminded yourself of when you got the lead role in dances. And whenever you didn't get what you were striving for and it felt like your world was going to come crashing down.

Yet still, you would dance until your feet bled and you physically couldn't anymore. It was painful yet an addicting feeling each time you overcame a boundary you once had and turned it into a new move you mastered.

"Why did you stop?"

Spinning around, you were about to stop until you collided with a person. You were about to apologize, thinking it was one of the other performers or the janitor until he spoke up.

You gasped in shock, turning around and stepping back from him. Those cerulean eyes were something you could never forget. Ever since that night.

"It's you..." Fear twisted in your stomach as you looked at him.

He chuckled at this, casually stepping forward towards you. "I knew you'd recognize me."

"Dabi..." You said breathlessly. It wasn't difficult to know who he was when he was always on the news. Heroes' warning is to be on the lookout for a deadly villain litered in patched scars and black hair. He smirked, knowing you'd seen him before.

"The theater is usually the last place I'd hide in. Too many witnesses." He stepped forward, making you go back. "But those idiots didn't even notice me. Not that I could blame them. That was quite the performance you put on."

You backed away, and he could see in your costume that your body was stiff as a board. Trained to have perfect posture even when just having a discussion with someone.

"Those fools don't deserve you, you know." He spoke up, his voice low and raspy. "They'll do what they do with everyone that has a talent. They'll make you dance like a puppet until you break."

You were stiff as you stood there, watching him circle around you on the stage. "I know what I signed up for," you said softly.

His eyes narrowed. "Then you're just as foolish as they are."

"It's ironic, you know," Dabi chuckled darkly as he stood behind you, placing his hands on your waist. "My father... he always strived for perfection. But even his most precious creation isn't enough for him."

You didn't blink an eye at his cold tone. Used to getting degraded and talked down to whenever you messed up even the slightest in front of your master and the instructors. So brutally harsh it could make even the villains with the blackest of hearts cry.

"Surely you understand," you argued back. "To love something so much, you'll continue to do it even if it kills you."

Though you didn't have a strong or flashy quirk, you made it up in your abilities in ballet. Pouring your heart and soul into your performances so even the untrained eye would be able to tell you aere the best at what you did.

You touched him like the fire that was dancing in his veins. The thing that consumed him aside from his needs for vengeance. Though he knew that obsession ran deep in his genetics. It was just something he never thought would hit him until that night he first saw you.

"That's because perfection doesn't exist."

His breath hit the shell of your ear, hot just like the rest of him, yet it sent shivers down your spine. "Yet here it is in the form of a little dancer."

You could tell how bitter it made him. You understood the feeling well. Every ballerina knew how it felt to be rejected and pushed to the side whenever a younger, prettier dancer came in and took the place they spent years working to get.

"Were you ever warned?" He mused. "Some hero or fuckin rich pig with too much time on his hands could ever use their power and money to snatch you up?"

Of course you were, and you hesitantly nodded your head. Nobody ever thought it would happen to them until it actually did. Hell, Dabi bet his mother thought she'd never wind up in an arranged marriage with his father, abused and locked away in an institution after making her have four children with him.

"I'm my father's son, after all." His scarred hand ran down your smooth cheek, down your chin until it wrapped around your throat and pinned you against him, his other arm snaking around your waist. "Men like us, when we see something beautiful, we have to own it, keep it for ourselves."

"You don't have to be like him." You protested, your heart racing in fear. Dread filled you at the thought of him taking away everything you spent your whole life working for.

"And you don't have to be a dancer." He retorted. "Sometimes we don't have a choice in life (Y/n). Now you're coming with me."

You tried to pull away despite his hand wrapped firmly around your throat, threatening you. "No! You can't do this! I have to perform tonight. I have to-"

"This is a lovely place," he cute you off. "Something even I could appreciate." His grip on your neck tightened as he held his other hand out, making you watch as bright blue fire appeared out of his hand. "Such a rich history. It would be a shame if it all went down in flames."

You weakly nodded your head, bursting into tears as you looked at the stage, the theater, your home on last time as he let his flame die out. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. His strong arm held you in place with ease as he walked away.

"Don't worry," he said softly, his smile wide and twisted as you cried. "You can still dance for me."

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lalalala514 · 4 months

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Yandere Bnha Collage AU

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You are in your last year of high school and your teachers have given your class the opportunity to take extra classes so that all you can be prepared for college. And you of course accept, who wouldn’t? However the classes are at the Ua college campus, which means you will meet a lot of new people.

Yandere Shigaraki who becomes obsessed falls for you after you return his headphones that he had forgotten in class one day. He has had his eyes on you for a while and became interested quickly, I mean who wouldn’t when you have that sweet sweet smile. He was a few classes above you, but you heard a rumor that he skipped a few grades because of how smart he was, but also because his dad was apparently a very powerful and dangerous man with a lot of influence. But that didn’t bother you, because they were just rumors, right? There were lots of other rumors too about him; that he had a nasty and aggressive personality, that he was an incel, that he didn’t care about anyone. But none of that seemed to be true, sure he could be a bit cold or aggressive at times but he was a good person overall, so why would all the other rumors about him or his family be true?

Yandere Toya Todoroki who is known as the popular rich boy with good looks. His soft looking white hair and piercing blue eyes has made every girl on campus fall for him. And the piercings gave him a sort of bad-boy look, which made him practically every girls dream guy. He could have any girl he wanted, if it wasn’t for his personality and focus on school. He never fully changed to dabi here, so a big part of him still wants to impress and get his fathers attention. He does his best -and more- at school in hopes his father will praise him and one day give him the family company/business. There is no time for girls or parties, and if he did have time for a girl she would have to be perfect. Someone who his dad would approve of, someone who would make him, the company and family look good. And you are just what he is looking for.

Yandere Keigo Takami, close friends (if not best friends) with Toya. But unlike his friend, he doesn’t mind a few parties and girls here and there. But they are never serious. Sure, he is more laid back and playful than most of his classmates, but he still needs good grades. So that he can support his family (mom & dad) one day. And if he did find a girl, she would have to be the one.

Yandere Toga, who is going to be your roommate later when you start college. She is a year older than you and because of that has been given the job to take care of you and show you around. Make you feel comfortable and welcomed. And she does her best. At first she didn’t take you or her new responsibilities that seriously, but after a week or two she did. I mean, you were just sooo cute and understood her weird humor. She felt as though she could be herself around you and not be judged. You were like a breath of fresh air. And you feel the same way about her too, right? Because that’s how the absolute best of friends feel around each other, and you guys are best friends forever.

#x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #darling reader #yandere bnha #yandere mha #bnha x reader #obssesive #posessive #yandere dabi #yandere hawks #yandere shigaraki #toga himiko

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thetreefairy · 9 months

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Teen reader playing just dance with dabi and Shigarki is in my head atm

very short no warnings really. Except talk about past punishments

Teen reader is a menace, so for to get rid of their energy Dabi bought just dance.

He just didn't expect to be roped in to doing the dances with them.

So what did he do? He made Shiggy dance with Reader as well.

Reader had gotten another high score in Just Dance and laughed at their dad's score. "Papa! Even Dabi has a higher score than you!" Reader laughed out loud causing Dabi and Tomura to look offended. "Hey! I have way better at Just Dance than handy job!" Dabi shouted offended.

"Dabs, you and dad have a star difference. And with me you guys have like 2 stars difference."

"I should isolate you more..." Shiggy mumbled, causing reader to whine. "You are getting to cocky thanks to burnt bitch."

*cue offended Dabi noises*

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planetyandere · 1 year

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Dabi x reader

Yandere Dabi with a Darling who gets amnesia

It was kinda perfect actually. At first he panicked, thinking everything was ruined. All the training, all the conditioning but then he realized this was the perfect opportunity. A fresh start where you didn't-couldn't know any better. All you knew, and would ever know was him.

It happened by accident. A rare occasion where he brought you to the league's hideout because he was too on edge to leave you alone. After all, you had been getting more reckless lately so he figured what the hell and dragged you to the meeting. What he didn't count on though was someone ratting them out to the hero's and in one second the hideout came tumbling down in one explosive blast and a fight was quick to break out, villain vs pros.

They had no choice but to retreat so he grabbed your unconscious body and escaped with the rest of the league.

"C'mon how long do you plan to sleep for" he flicked your head until your eyelids slowly began to flutter open.

"Huh...? W-where-where am I?" You winced at the throbbing pain in your head but that was overruled by the blue eyed stranger peering over you.

"At the safe house, Someone ratted out our location! Can you believe it? So rude" a high pitched feminine voice rang near you so loud it made your sensitive ears wince.

"W-what?" You tried to sit up but a wave of dizziness made you fall back onto what you realized were someone's legs.

"Easy, don't want you puking all over me" the rough voice from before spoke again above you.

You took a moment to take in the man above you. Dark hair, weird scars, striking blue eyes.

"W-who are you?" You mumbled out but by the way you felt him tense you knew he heard.

"Did you hit your head or something? It's me idiot"

You furrowed your brows trying to piece together any clues that would help you but you were drawing a blank.

"I'm sorry I don't-" you were cut off abruptly at a sharp pain in your head. "Mmm" you moaned clutching the side trying to relieve the pressure.

You passed out again, Dabi figured you weren't fully woken up yet but boy was he in for a shock when you woke again and still didn't recognize him.

"If you're messing with me, I'm gonna kill you" he threatened but he knew by the tears and clueless look in your eyes you weren't faking.

So he called the only healer in their party to look you over.

When he said you had amnesia he didn't know quite what to do. At first he was upset. Feeling that everything the past year had been down the drain.

But then when he took you to his room and you asked him with those innocent eyes of yours if he was your boyfriend his head lit up like a Christmas tree. Suddenly he was smirking. No this wasn't a set back. This was a freaking blessing. A clean slate. He already knew everything about you, what you liked what you hated and most importantly, all the ways to get you to do exactly what he wanted.

So instead of the truth he kissed you and told you sweet lies that you'd never ever question. After all, he was all you knew.

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yandere-kokeshi · 1 year

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Yandere Dabi with a female cow darling

Request(ed?): Yes! - I saw your post about shinso with neko reader, I LOVED IT!!! Now... With dabi, how would he react to reader having a cow-like quirk? Like she has cow ears, a tail, and humongous booba's? — requested by 🦴 anon

Warnings: Slight NSFW, cursing, reader has stockholm syndrome, period mentions.

Authors note: Thank you so much for requesting; please enjoy this. Love you!!

Dabi loves your cow quirk, it makes you very plushy and squishable. Which, he loves about you!

He loves to be an asshole, teasing you 24/7. Whether that's pulling your tail when you pass by, tugging on your ears softly, or blowing on them to see the flick; he'll try to get a reaction outta you.

Be ready to be asked if you can be milked cause he's gonna be asking. If you can? Oh boy... he'll want to suck on them 24/7 and mess with them; playing with your breasts after a hard meeting with Tomura, flicking your nipples between his fingers, and slightly pulling at them as he gives you 'that' look.

Dabi loves you with all his heart, which means that he's gonna be using all the nicknames he can think of: Doll(face), mama, milk duds, squeakers, and hun bun.

You bet he's gonna be (p)laying on your chest while you two cuddle. These cute moments are slightly ruined by him biting your melons whilst sliding his hands down your pants.

Due to your boob size, if you ever have any pain, he'll offer to help massage them or 'milk them'. Speaking of milking, if you ever milk randomly and it goes through your shirt? He'll gladly give you his to cover up and offer to suck them.

If you have small horns, he'll be pulling on them when he wants to mess with you; much like your ears and tail, he'll randomly grab and pull.

When you throw small fits, slightly slamming your feet on the ground and huffing loudly, he finds it the most adorable thing ever: "Come on, mama... don't act that way. I promise you, I'll make it up by giving you a massage; y'know you can't pass that up, right?"

Whenever the two of you have intercourse, he can't help but pull on your boobs, making them red and sensitive; seeing your face such lewd.

If you give him a boobjob, he's done. He loves feeling your plushy pillows against his shaft, kissing his tip while he grips your hair for life.

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mango-bango-bby · 1 year

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Can you write the ❤️ prompt with Dabi? Maybe he met reader at Sekoto peak one day and became friends. After becoming Dabi and finding you, he’s just so smitten and reminded of the crush he used to have on reader

♡ Found You ♡

(A/N: Ahhhh happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!! I hope you all have a great Valentine’s Day 💗 I know that for me I’m considering all of you my valentines lol!! Anyways I hope you like this, I think childhood friends au’s are so cute 🥰🥰🌹)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, childhood friend au, angst, some fluff, stalking, reader loves Dabi back, hugging and kissing, this is a very long fic lol

Summary: You and Dabi grew up together. After Dabi finally reveals his identity, you’re on a mission to find him again (Yan!Dabi x GN!reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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To be completely honest, there wasn’t a day that went by that Dabi didn’t at least think of you. It wasn’t as if you ever disappeared from his life although he had disappeared from yours. He could only assume you thought he, Touya, was dead. However he wasn’t he had been following you, he had been watching you. He would follow you as you did mundane things, going to work, going to the store, he just wanted to watch you from afar. He just felt the need to check on you, although he had been simply watching you for years.

Or perhaps it was because he was in love with you. As he had been since you two were children. You two had met when you were kids. You were the only person he felt he could trust, he would go to you for comfort after training or his fathers' abuse. You would hug him, you would tell him everything was going to be alright.

You used to promise him that you and he would run away together, that he’d be able to escape his father and you’d run away with him. Of course, that’s not how things went down, he had run away to become a villain while a teenager. He had apologized to you the night before he left, you didn’t know what he had apologized for at the time. And frankly, it still confused you to this day.

Of course, Dabi felt guilty seeing you grieve over him as if he were dead, although he supposed that Touya was dead. You would sometimes notice the bright blue eyes staring at you, although you assumed it was your imagination. The grief of losing your best friend still affected you to the point you thought you would hallucinate his eyes.

Dabi knew if he were to reveal his identity that everyone would know. He knew you would be aware of what he had become, that he had become a villain. Dabi mainly thought about defeating Endeavor and showing the world what he really was but there was the other part of him that wondered how you would react.

You sat in front of the TV, sitting on the floor directly in front of it. You watched the fight between the league of villains, specifically Dabi, and Endeavor in real time on the news. You didn’t really care much for what happened to Endeavor as you had despised him since childhood. Although you only hoped that Shoto would be alright as you still remember the little boy who you would ask to not tell his father about you sneaking into the house to hang out with Touya.

Your mind doesn’t even register the rest of the fight after Dabi showed his true identity. The moment that he poured that water on his head and the black faded, you recognized him. You stare blankly at the screen, large tears welling up him your eyes. The tears slowly dripped down your face, landing on the floor of your apartment and on your hands.

It all made sense now that you thought about it. The apology he said before he left. Even the eyes you would see or the figure of a person, it was him watching you. You knew that you had to find him again. You knew trying to find a villain would be dangerous but being honest, it didn’t matter to you

♡ ♡ ♡

Dabi groaned at the relentless pounding on the door. He doesn’t think anyone has ever knocked on his door before. His apartment was falling apart and barely anyone lived in the seemingly abandoned. He still had injuries from the fight however the pain was manageable.

He opened the door, putting on an intimidating face so whoever was going to bother him would leave. But instead, he opened up the door to you. You stood in the doorway, your breath coming out in puffs because of the cold weather. You stand with a stern, almost mad look on your face. Although that look on your face quickly fades after you’re finally face to face with him.

Dabi opens his mouth to speak, being cut off by you throwing yourself at him. You wrap your arms around him, holding tightly onto his back as if he would disappear at any moment. The door shuts on its own after he lets go of it. Dabi wraps his arms around you, pressing your face into his chest. This is the first time he’s touched you in years, felt you again. “Y/n..” Dabi mumbles, not exactly sure what to say.

“I missed you so much” you sob into his chest before immediately pulling away, hitting him in the chest. “But also, you asshole!” You yell, tears still rolling down your angry face. “Why couldn’t you have told me!? I thought you died! Every day I had to deal with your death, Touya!” You yell, pounding your fists against his chest although it wasn’t hard. Or at least it wasn’t hard for him.

“I thought you died..” you mumbled, pulling him back into a hug. “I’m sorry, doll” Dabi mumbles, using the same nickname he used to tease you with when you were teenagers. You pull away for a moment, running your fingers over the bandages covering the injuries on his arms. You look up at his face, seeing how intense his scars had gotten over the years.

“Your scars…” you mumble, grabbing his face in your hands gently. Dabi can’t help but almost recoil a little at the unexpected touch. Although the way your skin feels against him is just too good, almost intoxicating.

“What? You don’t like em’?” He asks, almost trying to lighten the mood. Your red, puffy eyes look over the scars before you speak. “They look- painful,” you say, that concerned look in your eyes. You still had the same empathy you had when you two were children.

Dabi avoids your remark, instead switching the subject. He grabs your face as well, making you look at him. “How did you even find me?” He asked, watching you giggle a bit. “It’s a really long story but I paid a lot of money, pretended to be an aspiring villain, and spent a lot of time trying to track you down,” you say.

You’re almost being able to see the way Dabi’s mind races at the fact you had been around such dangerous people to try and find him. You had gotten involved with such a dangerous crowd just to see him again, meanwhile, he had been watching you for years yet had been too cowardly to do anything.

Dabi doesn’t think as he looks into your eyes, watching you seemingly get confused by how he just stares at you. “Uh- Touya?” you smile, chuckling awkwardly before Dabi immediately pulls you in for a kiss. He holds onto you as if you would run away from him or try to get out of the kiss. Of course, you were shocked but you fully accepted it.

You thread your fingers through his hair. You pull away for only a moment to catch your breath except in that small moment of you puking away, Dabi’s able to take advantage of that and pull you into an even deeper kiss. It’s after a few seconds or even a minute of making out, he finally pulls away.

You almost wheeze after he pulls away from how deep he was kissing you. “I’ve been waiting to do that forever,” Dabi says, watching you smile a bit at his words.

“Honestly, me too”

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

#happy valentine’s day darlings 💖#yandere!dabi #yandere dabi x reader #yandere dabi #soft yandere dabi #soft yandere #yandere!dabi x reader #soft yandere!dabi

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i-cant-sing · 11 months

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Dabi pours water/bleach (i think) on his head to wash out the black dye and reveal his identity.

Reader: Dad… dye washes out over time when you shower… and you’ve had jet black hair this entire time.

Dabi:…

Reader: Dad… have you not showered this entire time?

Dabi:…

Reader:… Dad answer me

100% but I think ever since daughter reader came into his life, he's been taking showers because... well, he wants to set good morals for you and also not be a total embarrassment to you.

I mean, imagine it's toddler reader's first day at school and Dabi is there to drop her off because of course he can't fucking miss your first day! That's just the beginning of a very spicy traumatic childhood, and he's not gonna let you have one!

So, Dabi is all nervous on the inside because of course everyone's fucking staring at him and he thinks it's because they either recognise him or are scared of him because he's ugly looking with all his burns and staples but in reality, everyone- moms, dads, teachers- they're all staring because wowoowowow who is this fine specimen of a man in a black fitted tee with sweatpants, bulging muscles (because this is evolution towards dad bod) and messy hair. There's just something about his rugged handsomeness, with a resting bitch face, a total bad boy vibe radiating off him.

And what's more attractive than a nonchalant bad boy??? A bad boy who's soft for his daughter🥺🥺🥺🥺

I mean, almost every adult feels something carnal inside them when they see Dabi bent down to pick you up, his muscles flexing, and a soft smile that's ONLY FOR YOU on his face as you giggle and kiss his nose and he returns the kiss on your cheeks, a tender look in his eyes as he wishes you well and hands you your pink school bag that looks extra small and cute in his rough hands🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Immediately, every parent there has made it their mission to be super nice and kind to you particularly because you clearly are your father's soft spot, so yes- they will manipulate you to be liked, no- at least ACKNOWLEDGED by Dabi.

They're all looking at Dabi with hearts in their eyes while Dabi just glares at them as a warning not to mess with you. On the inside, Dabi just wants to rush home so that he's not stared because he's very conscious and a little insecure of his appearance.

And then who is it that finally woos him over???

Pre school teacher Keigo Takami.

Okay maybe not "woo". More like "wears Dabi down enough and he only dates Keigo because you said that he was your favourite teacher".

Anyways, with a child in his life, Dabi decides its time to get a more stable job and leave the villainous life because he can't endanger you. I could see Dabi doing a lot of jobs- a professional chef, a mechanic, a race car driver, also a doctor (but not in this au, we already have platonic yandere Surgeon Dabi x reader x Lawyer Hawks), a farmer, lumberjack, firefighter(only cause of his quirk, not because he likes saving people) etc.

And now that he's got a stable income coming in, he's also gotta look sharp and nice for you. After all, he does want you to get into the best schools and be well mannered and groomed (minus a few times where he does actually want you to be a menace🥺 please do something evil😟). So, he's cleans up well, keeps himself well dressed and has you well dressed, and as far hair colour goes... professionals do his hair now! Complete with $$$ skincare and shit.

If Dabi was hot before, he's irresistible now.

#yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader #yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines #yandere dad dabi #yandere dad #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #platonic yandere #yandere platonic

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theextratreefairy · 1 year

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P.1 — p.2 requested/suggested by @endlessfreaky in the comment sections, it isn't the best but i hope you like it.

Yandere! Romantic!T.Shoto x scarlet witch! Reader x Yandere! Platonic!T.Dabi(Touya)

Warnings Reader is morally grey, reader is done with the todorokis, Reader is unwilling towards Shoto and has more tolerance towards Dabi, quirk cancelling cuffs, reader loves to drink don't drink when underaged kids, the league of villains adore Reader, the LOV knows Dabi identity (before he reveals it in the manga/anime)

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To kill a hero

"Dabi! Did you see the news!?" Toga shouted through the base, running towards the older villain. Her eyes filled with worry. "Toga, whats going on?" Magne asked, she hadn't seen Toga this distraught since they met.

Toga saw Dabi lit up his phone. Causing Mr.Compress to yelp in surprise. "That fucking bastard." He cursed, the league of villains (-toga) was extremely confused. "What's going on?" Shigaraki asked, he was annoyed, Reader hadn't played animal crossing with him yet! Even though they promised!

"Reader is missing." When those words left Toga's mouth all moved stopped in the base. Twice rushing towards his friend to try and comfort her. "And I know exactly who took her." Dabi chuckled. "Hey, handy man, are you up for a rescue mission and taunting some pro-heroes?"

But it wasn't just the league planning a rescue mission, no, so where the pro's and the class 1-A students. Only unbeknownst to them, their fellow classmate: Todoroki shoto, is the reason their friend is missing.

Shoto hated seeing Reader upset. The quirk cancelling cuffs heavy on their body. "I can't wait to get out of this and beat your ass." Reader hissed at Shoto when he came down to bring dinner. "Just think off how your siblings will feel, knowing that their dearest brother is worse then their father."

"Well at least you can't hear those spirits anymore." Shoto said, trying to deflect from the situation. Their words hit him hard, they weren't true, reader just hadn't realized how this is for their own good.

"like some cuffs can stop that, I just can't use my quirk, I still feel and see everything related to it. Asshole." Reader muttered. "I need to go back to the dorms for a while. I will bring down a fridge and an extern cooking plate and a make-shift toilet." Shoto whispered, trying to bring up another subject.

"Gee thanks, bring some alcohol too."

Yeah that comment was ignored as well

It didn't take long for Dabi to pin point Readers location, and as soon as Shoto left for a few days pretending to be searching for Reader as well, he made his move together with the league.

"Toga, your going in with me." Dabi told the teenage girl. "Mhm! And if Todoroki returns I will paint him in his blood!"

"I will stand watch." Compress told the Group. "And you assholes better call me when you have them so that we can teleport the fuck away from here." Shigaraki told everyone, he was on the phone since AFO wanted him to stay at the base. "We will crusty bitch."

When Reader felt Touya's and Toga's aura they couldn't but say: "Took you assholes long enough. Now get me out of these shitty bindings."

"what the fuck is that smell?" Toga cursed. "My make shift toilet, now hurry the fuck up, I want a bath and bring down Todoroki Shoto and ruin his image."

Dabi took a picture of the basement. "Evidence." He said when he saw Readers annoyed face. "Surprises me you aren't going to beat his ass up."

"nah, that would be too easy. It would be more fun to destroy his image and make everyone doubt the hero system."

"you evil bastard." Reader laughed amused. "And then I will beat his ass."

When Reader left with the League of villains, and could use their quirk again they decided to add a bit of spice to their evidence.

Their memories

The memories that they will broadcast with Dabi's identity reveal, all they need to wait for is Dabi's dramatic entrance to the search party Shoto had joined and that was being broadcasted everywhere in Japan.

The Todoroki family can't recover from that, now can they?

I know it's shitty, I might edit this or make a part three, since I didn't really know how to write a rescue scene, or a kidnapping scene. Like I wanted to make it realistic but I afraid that if I wrote all the ideas that I had that it wouldn't be fun to read and too graphic, so i kinda made it into a crack-fic.

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thecuriousquest · 4 months

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hi! can i request a nsfw dabi x reader fic where the reader is a captive and dabi finds out she has an oral fixation? thanks!

Oral Fixation

I STUDIED THIS IN ABNORMAL PSYCH!!! I knew it would come in handy one day!

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, kidnapping, oral fixations, smoking habits mentioned, finger sucking, finger fucking (vaginal), clit play, tit groping, oral sex reference at the end, Daddy kink, light degradation, minor mentions of blood

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Dabi knew about your sweet tooth and smoking habit well before he nabbed you. He wanted to make sure he knew everything there was to know before bringing you home with him. It was his way of trying to make sure you were comfortable. To accommodate your preferences, he got you a giant bag of Jolly Ranchers and your usual pack of cigs.

When he did bring you back to his shitty little apartment near the League’s base, he noticed you had more habits than candy and smoke breaks.

You tend to chew on the knuckle of your pointer finger whenever you’re in deep thought. Dabi honestly thinks it’s adorable watching you leave little tooth indents with every nibble. He catches you like this more often than not, and he’ll grab your wrist and drag your knuckle away from your mouth, tsking at you slightly when you bite down hard enough to draw blood.

Watching scary movies helps give you something to focus on despite how Dabi holds you closely to his broad chest, keeping you securely in place. He sticks his hand in the popcorn, taking a mouthful. When he tries to offer you some, he sees that you have your fingers stuffed in your mouth as you suck on and bite your nails.

Now that he thinks about it, he rarely sees you without something in your mouth. You’re either smoking, sucking on candy, or chewing on your nails and knuckles.

The cobalt flame thrower traces the back of your hand lightly with the pads of his fingers, encircles your wrist with the softest of touches, and withdraws your hand from your mouth. He caresses your jaw, simply letting himself be familiar with the outline of your chin. Fingers grazing upwards, he feels you flinch from an unexpected jump scare on the screen.

“Shhh,” he soothes you while he drags his thump across the plump skin of your bottom lip.

Your gasp is soft, and your eyes dart up towards his luminescent blues. You can’t help but think how he’s eyeing you like you eye your jar of sweets.

“Dabi?” you try to ask him what he’s doing, but again, he hushes you.

His thumb slips inside your parted lips, finding the cavern wet and warm. Your breath is so hot on his digit that it drives him to explore the toothy cave even further. More fingers follow soon after, his pointer and middle finger to be exact as his thumb drops back to your plush lips.

“Give ‘em a little suck, doll face.”

You seem hesitant, a little unsettled by his order, but you end up giving in. His two fingers fill your mouth as they push down on your tongue. You find yourself relaxing against his chest, lids feeling heavy as your gaze drifts to his scarred wrist.

With his arm still wrapped around your shoulders so that you can comply easier, he shifts you until you’re completely sitting on his lap.

It’s so fascinating how this relaxes you. You’re basically limp against him. He spreads your legs, and you only try to move away from him once before he hits your gag reflex as a warning.

You settle back down, sucking on his fingers and watching the screen contently while Dabi unties the jaw string on your sweat pants. He works them down to your ankles with one hand before doing the same with your lacy panties.

With heated fingers, he works your clit in a circle. You hum softly, soothingly into his fingers as you suckle them like honey.

“This what you like, doll face?” Dabi questions as his pinky finger teases your slit.

The tv, the sucking, the pussy play, it makes your head feel fuzzy. All of the blood and gore taking place in the movie is enough to make you uneasy, but the tension your captor is building in your cunt has you squirming for different reasons.

Drool seeps from the corner of your lips as Dabi pumps his fingers in and almost out of your mouth. Your cheeks hollow and full, hollow and full with every suck you give. Droplets of spit drip from your chin, catching on the pyro’s hand.

“Yeah, Daddy likes this too,” he whispers with such primitive desire into the shell of your ear.

His heavy hand move up under your shirt to paw at your tit. Your breasts pop free as he pulls your shirt up to reveal the beauties, squeezing the supple flesh. He watches the stark whites of his finger prints turn to a pretty red with each harsh grip he leaves behind.

You whine on his thigh, trying to hump into his jeans to relieve the pressure he left behind when he started feeling your tits. Unable to say anything with his fingers stuffed in your mouth, you can only cry and mewl with each wriggle of your hips.

“Aw, does someone miss Daddy playing with her pretty pussy?” He draws you in even closer to him, so close that you hunch in on yourself to accommodate the position. You spread your legs even further for him, placing your feet on the edge of the couch cushions so that you can let your knees fall open like the wings of a butterfly.

You nod your head, leaning your head back on his shoulder. His finger trails back down to your puffy clit. Your wanton slit weeps for his attention, yearns for his ministrations.

Vision blurry with tears, one blink leaves a wet trail down both cheeks.

“Don’t cry, doll face. Daddy’ll give you what you need. Don’t you worry that dumb little head.”

But you can’t help it as even more tears fall when his hand returns to your sensitive cunt because it just feels so damn good. You’re wet for him, just like your mouth. Your breasts bounce with each panting breath, with each moan and sob released from your chest halted at your mouth by Dabi’s fingers.

And he can hear you through the finger gag, he can hear you crying out for daddy.

He can feel you scream against his knuckles as you open your mouth, can feel your body twitch and shake as his fingers become coated with your sticky, milky juices.

You roll your eyes back into your head as you slump against his broad chest. And just before you think you can drift off to sleep, Dabi grabs your chin gently and turns your head towards him.

“Hey, don’t nod off just yet. Daddy has somethin’ else for you to suck on.”

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the-grimm-writer · 2 years

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Can we get reader waking up in Dabi's place after one of their many hook ups, she gets up and ready to leave, but unfortunately Dabi has finally decided today is the day she stays with him.

Ooooh love this

It was peaceful, waking up in his bed in the early morning. Feeling sore but satisfied from the night before. The villain, still sound asleep beside you. Black bed spread a mess, blankets and clothes on the floor.

A smile made its way to your face as you turned to him. It was rare that you saw Dabi look peaceful, even with the deep purple scars and staples on his face. This was one of the only times you got to. You pushed his black hair out of his face before you got up and stretched.

You had no clothes on, which is what usually happens whenever you come to his home. Clothes dropping in a fit of lust and staying off for most of your stay until it was time to leave.

Clipping on your bra and slipping on your underwear, you were just about to grab your shirt and jumped when scarred arms wrapped around you. You stood up straight, relaxing when you realized it was just Dabi. You didn't even hear him wake up.

"You look cute like that," Dabi mumbled against your neck, making you naturally lean back against him when you felt his teeth graze against your skin. "But you still look better with nothing on. Where are you going this early?" He pulled away and looked at you, his lips narrowing to a frown.

"I have to work," you sighed, turning around and looking up at him. "You know that."

"You always have to work," he groaned, grabbing you again and pulling you close to him. "Why don't you stay for once? Then we can go another round, maybe something more," he suggested, running his hands down your skin and squeezing your hips.

Dabi had been acting like this lately. It was getting strange. The first few times he never cared, whoever woke up first was usually the one to go without saying a word. But now, he was always trying to persuade you into making you stay.

"What's getting into you?" You pulled out of his hold and took a step back.

"What do you mean?" He retaliated immediately.

It was your turn to frown. "You're acting strange. It's like you've been trying to prevent me from leaving.”

He shrugged. "There's nothing wrong with wanting my girl to stay with me for more than just a night."

"Hold on a second," you cut him off. "I am not your girl, we are not together. All this has been is hooking up, you said that yourself."

His face twisted into a sneer. "I warned you villains lie to get what they want all the time when we first met, sweetheart. It's your fault that you didn't realize that includes me too."

You paused for a second, flabbergasted at his words before scoffing. "You know what, fuck you, Dabi. I'm leaving and you're not going to stop me. Go find someone else to pull this bullshit on."

Dabi slowly followed you out. "I wouldn't try that if I were you."

You flipped him off, ignoring his comment. You didn't care that you didn't have all your clothes on, you'd leave in almost nothing if it just meant getting out of there. You paused when you got to the door.

Hold on, deadbolts? He could barely afford a regular lock, and that wasn't there last night.

You tried ignoring it, grabbing the handle, twisting and turning the knob before searching for a way to unlock the door before banging your hand against it.

"God damn it!" You yelled, growing frustrated when you couldn't find a way to open it.

"Do you like it?" Dabi stood behind you, making the back of your hairs stand up. "A friend owed me a few favors. So he gave me some locks to install, and a new security system. Top of the line, say heroes use it. There's no way around it without me knowing." He smirked, obviously proud of himself.

Tears burned in your eyes and you leaned against the door, defeated. "Why are you doing this?" You asked, voice soft.

"Because it's a horrible world out there." He pulled you away from the door. "Every time I think about some fucking hero trying to steal you away from me, or anyone for that matter, it drives me insane. And I know you only think of me as your fuck buddy, and I tried hard to get you used to this but you wouldn't cooperate. So it's come down to this."

There was that dark look in his eyes again. On the rare occasions when you'd have a conversation with him when he was extra frustrated, his bright blue eyes would always turn a shade darker.

Every atom in your body was screaming at you to run, but something was preventing you from doing so. You were on edge, cautious. It was like a switch was flipped inside you. You couldn't believe you let lust blind you so much to forget who Dabi truly was.

Your stomach churned as you began to process what you were feeling for the first time. You knew what he did for a living, but you weren't phased by it. He was always rough, but that's how you liked it as well, and he's never actually hurt you out of malice. It had always been a mutual benefit, and no one ever made you feel as good as Dabi did.

Fear, you realized. It was the first time you've ever felt it with him.

You never took what he said in bed seriously. When he'd say you belonged to him, that if anyone touches you the way he does that he'd kill them. You just thought that it was in the heat of the moment.

He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "I've done everything to prevent you from escaping, but you ever even try to..."

You gasped when his hand ignited with his blue flames, the heat close enough to almost sear your skin.

"...You're not going to like the consequences. Do you understand?"

Shakily, you nodded your head, your heart pounding in your chest even as he let the flame die out. He grinned, and it took all your willpower not to burst into tears at the look.

"There's a good girl. Now let's finish what we started last night."

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thewriters64 · 2 years

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Non- reactive Yandere Dabi x Y/N. Pt 1?

You had always been this way non- reactive your mother had died at age four and you didn’t cry, you just stood there staring at her body. You were picked on in school no tears were shed no self hatred bloomed.

Your father and sibling called you a freak all you did was stare at them, at first your father thought it had something to do with your quirk.

It was not, it was like something in your brain wasn’t connected right, so when you woke up chained to a bed all you did was sigh.

Looking around the room you noticed it was a bit run down, the paint was faded and there were burn marks on the walls and some on the bed.

The window was small there was a closet door that was shut and the bedroom door was shut and locked, looking at the chains you pulled slightly not expecting them to make a lot of noise.

Hearing the door unlock you stare at the man who stepped in, he was tall with black hair, scars all across his face, he had piercing turquoise eyes that entranced you.

Can you unchain me?

Why so you can escape? He hissed out glaring at you.

No you roll your eyes I have to pee, and I don’t know about you but I don’t have a pissing kink.

He raised his eyebrow and laughed, walking closer he unchained you grabbing your arm he dragged you to the bathroom.

Opening the door you stepped in raising an eyebrow at him, are you going to let me pee alone or are you coming in with me. Looking down at his hand on your arm.

He let go glaring at you some more, walking into the bathroom you shut the door not locking it, having a feeling your capture would become angry.

Stepping out you walk past him and into the kitchen opening the fridge, you noticed it was mostly empty besides a six pack and a pizza.

If I’m going to be here for awhile I need to know your name you ask turning towards him closing the fridge.

Dabi.

Nice to meet you Dabi I’m Y/N but I have a feeling you already know that. You turned your head slightly.

Why aren’t you freaking out confusion written all over his face.

What good would it do? You not going to let me go anytime soon, when’s the last time you ate proper food you look like your starving.

Opening his mouth and closing it all he did was stand there staring at you, he didn’t know what to think of his darling.

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thetreefairy · 9 months

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First sleepover

Warnings: mentions of isolation, reader is oblivious to who the LOV are. Drinking, smoking. Taglist @slasherscrybaby @yandere-city Words: 951 p.2 had to re-publish this due to massive spelling mistakes, hope you guys like it,

But Tomu-Tomu will take Reader away from them.

“Bye~ I’ll be meeting up with Tomu-Tomu and his friends!” Reader shouted as they put their shoes on, they were going to get drinks with Tomu-Tomu and 2 of his friends. “Make sure to bring your self-defense kit!” Shota shouted, Hizashi rushing towards Reader with the self-defense kit. “Call us if you are in danger, alright?”

“Of course, pa, I will be home before 12 and I won’t drink too much.” Reader kisses Hizashi's cheek and waves as they leave the house. Reader sends a text to Tomu-Tomu.

player two to Tomu-Tomu: Can you send me the addresses, Tomu?

tomu-Tomu to player two: {insert random address} it’s a bit difficult to find, I will be at the start of {random street that is close by}

Player two to Tomu-Tomu: Thank youuu, I am so excited to meet your friends :D

Tomu-tomu to Player two: They are excited to meet you too, do mind Toga however, she is obsessed with blood due to her quirk.

player two to Tomu-tomu: :00, that's so interesting, I can see you. hehehe imma scare you : )

Tomu-tomu to player two: If you want to scare someone you shouldn’t, you know tell them.

Tomura chuckled as he re-read Reader's message, he had seen them himself. But with how cute they are, he couldn’t help but pretend to be scared when Reader hugged him from behind. “So scary~!” He said in a teasing tone. “Almost as scary as you trying to trash talk in Valaront.”

“Hey!” Reader shouted, realizing that he’s making fun of them. “I was really trying, but my little sister was in the same room!”

“Excuses, excuses.” He grinned as he ruffled their hair. At first Tomura wanted to use you, but after just a week of playing video games together he had grown fond of you. His master, AFO, likes you as well and his anger issues have died down now. “Now come on, before the burned bitch is going to call us and complain.”

"Burned bitch?” Reader asked with a curious tone as they started walking to Tomura’s hideout home. “Yeah, my friend has a lot of burns because of his quirk.” He said casually. “Look, we are here.”

When they got inside, a girl immediately hugged Reader. “Is this your friend Shiggy? They are so pretty!” Reader instinctively petted her hair. “Can I drink your blood, pretty please?” the blonde girl asked, drawing out the e of ‘please’.

“Maybe you should introduce yourself first, Toga.” A man with burn scars asked as he smoked. "Yeah! Nuh uh! Don’t tell them our names!”

“Jin, do me a favor and tone your other side down, I already have a headache.” the lizard type a guy hissed. “You can call me spinner.”

“Hello everyone, I am Reader.” After the introductions and small talk they started to play games. “My god, how did that crispy bitch pull you?” Dabi chuckled out drunkenly. Toga was drinking Reader’s blood happily but that comment made her gasp. “Shiggy and Reader are dating?!”

Tomura looked like he was about to burst and was red. “No no no, we are besties.” Reader chuckled, they were a bit tipsy. “But I do think he’s pretty.” Reader tried to whisper into Toga’s ear making her chuckle. Tomura had heard this and his brain isn’t braining right now. Reader then got a call from Hizashi.

"Papa!" Reader greeted him happily.

‘You forgot the time didn’t you?’ His voice sounded amused, but a bit strict as well. This caused Reader to gulp, they truly had forgotten the time! How stupid of them.

“Ah yes, I did, I am sorry but everyone is just so fun! I can go home right now.”

Tomura pushed a bag of blood towards Toga and whispered in her ear to pretend to be his girlfriend. When Toga transformed she said: “N/n, can I talk to your dad?”

“Ah, papa, Tomu’s girlfriend wants to talk to you, is that okay?”

‘That would be wonderful.’

“Hi, sir, I am Lily,”

‘Hi Lily, it’s nice to finally picture a voice by the person.’

“I was wondering if Reader could perhaps stay over at my house, I would feel awful if they had to go home this late.” Toga lied smoothly and before Reader could interrupt Tomura placed his hand over their mouth. Kissing their cheek when he saw their terrified expression.

“Don’t worry, you won’t get isolated.” He whispered in their ear. He had told the league about the heroes' strange punishments towards their oldest child, so none of them were surprised at his words.

Toga gave back the phone and winked at Reader.

‘Tomu’s girlfriend is such a lovely girl’ Hizashi told Reader. ‘Your dad and I agreed that you can stay over just this once.’

“Thank you! Thank you so much!” Reader happily squealed.

‘Just make sure that you are home before Hitoshi returns from the class trip.’

“So at 4 pm I have to be home.” Reader asked to make sure.

‘Yes, and make sure to not tell Hitoshi, as you know he heavily disapproves of sleepovers.’

“I won’t, talk to you later and goodnight, pa.”

‘Talk to you later and sleep well, dear.’

When Reader hung up she looked at her new found friends. “Well I guess I am staying here.”

“Yay!” Toga shouted happily.

“You should sleep in handy man’s room.” Dabi said with a smirk.

“Sure!” Reader agreed, Tomura looked at Dabi, annoyed.

‘What if I talk in my sleep?’ He thinks. ‘What if they hear my thoughts about them?’

And that was exactly Dabi’s plan, and hopefully make Reader hate heroes, but that might be a long shot.

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