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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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animeyanderelover · 1 year

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Hi, can I request Chae Yul, Dabi, Itachi, Giorno Giovanna, Narancia Ghigra, Leone Abbacchio, Douma and Tomioka Giyu with a very shy s/o ? S/o tries to have as little as possible eye contact with the yandere and tries to be as far away as possible? They also try to cover their faces when they are very embarrassed.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive relationship, obsession, stalking, clinginess, manipulation, isolation, jealousy, social anxiety, insecurities, violence, death

Very shy s/o

Itachi Uchiha

🍡Your extremely shy nature is as obvious as it can get and has caused Itachi to feel multiple times a day concerned about you even during his stalker phrase. You’re socially awkward and lack experience as you tend to stick with the things you’re familiar with out of fear to embarrass yourself so the eventual abduction is the worst situation you could be confronted with. Itachi is as understanding as he can be though, is patient and doesn’t try to force you into any more uncomfortable situations. You need time to at least get a chance to adjust but whilst he doesn’t confront you, he at least shows up long enough to let you see that he doesn’t plan to harm you. Itachi definitely feels more protective and there’s this possessive urge at times to keep you completely for himself and to take charge over your life as you have troubles voicing out your opinion. He snaps mostly out of it though, even goes as far as encouraging you to speak up more.

Dabi

🔹Dabi finds the struggles of his s/o and their shyness just freaking adorable, especially since it’s such a strong contrast to his own personality and the ones of the people he surrounds himself with. Seeing you struggling to talk to others or speak up is such a cute sight to see, stalking you and seeing you troubling yourself with concerned thoughts never fails to lift his mood. Whilst it is cute seeing you being insecure and shy by yourself, the sight of someone making you uncomfortable has his blood boiling and everyone who dares to make his little mouse shy will burn for it. He knows that an abduction will surely only worsen things for you but he doesn’t give a fuck about it. You’re such a breath of fresh air in his life, too pure for someone like him but the taboo of it makes it all more exciting. He attempts to make you a bit more comfortable around him though but at times he makes you purposely nervous to see your reactions and tease you.

Tomioka Giyu

🌊Giyu isn’t really any better than his s/o, he just manages to be more stoic and hide his emotions better than his s/o does. There’s this feeling of anxiety and nervousness when Tomioka gets the chance to spend time with you though as he doesn’t know what to say or how to express his feelings for you. The end result is always this awkward silence where you try your best to keep your distance and avoid eye contact. Initially when Giyu notices, he’s worried it’s because of him. After some stalking observing, he comes to realize that you’re just naturally very shy and not because you’re intimidated or uncomfortable around him hopefully. Your shy nature stresses him at times out though since he’s almost always worried that he might do something that may make you uncomfortable so he becomes hyper aware when he’s around you, secretly desperate to gain some of your affection. He can’t help the increase within his protective nature though, if someone makes you feel anxious he will step in.

Douma

❄️Possibly one of the worst when it comes to a very shy s/o. Now, in Douma’s eyes his darling is nothing short of adorable. Every little reaction has his heart fluttering wildly in his chest, every shy word spoken has him enraptured. He dotes excessively on you for your shyness, spoils you with all the riches he can give. Unfortunately Douma lets his sadistic streak show as he forces you into uncomfortable situations with him only to see your shyness and witness the way you avoid eye contact, stutter and pinch your heated cheeks whilst cooing over your sweetness. Whether he violates your personal space or asks you gruesome and weird questions. It should be pointed out that Douma is awfully possessive though. You are only for his eyes and everyone else who either gets a glimpse of your adorable personality or makes you a bit anxious will be beheaded on the spot. For that sake Douma keeps you isolated as everything about you should only be his to savor and cherish.

Giorno Giovanna

🐞Some may think that this should be forbidden. Giorno himself understands though. The unlikelihood of two people so vastly different as someone like you should never be involved with the likes of him. Ultimately Giorno won’t stay away from you though as he’s possessive and partially delusional too. Unlike the force and power he holds, he approaches you normally though as he hides who he is from you in an attempt to charm you and have you falling in love with him naturally instead of straight up forcing you. He takes advantage of your shy personality though as he knows that you feel nervous to approach new people and starts manipulating your surroundings so you end up spending a lot of time with him and only him. Whilst your shy reactions around him might be adorable at first, it’s important to him that you feel comfortable around him. Giorno is fairly patient and suave with you but you have an abduction coming eventually for you.

Leone Abbacchio

🍷Abbacchio is hit with feelings of insecurity and shame as he can’t help but feel like this should be illegal. You’re without a doubt the purest and softest person he’s ever met and normally he would have frowned at your behavior. But all it really took was your sensibility and your caring nature to make him fall for you as you showed him more kindness than the majority of people he knows. He doesn’t deserve you, it’s something Leone tells himself daily as you don’t fit within the grim lifestyle he leads. He doesn’t want you to find out who he really is for the sake of keeping what he has of you in his life now. He’s a bit dependent on the slices of kindness and nurture you give him, especially since he knows that you have troubles socializing due to your shyness, a trait which overwhelms him at times. Abbacchio turns very vicious and aggressive around others if they make you anxious, follows you around more than you should know as his protective streak makes it hard for him to not do nothing.

Narancia Ghirga

🧡Narancia overdoes it when it comes to his darling due to the clear inexperience in general when it comes to the concept of loving someone romantically. He's never really met someone as shy as you before either and frankly spoken, that leads to some misunderstandings, especially since he's paranoid. Your shyness is mistaken as fear as you can't keep eye contact with him and always keep a good distance between you two. Narancia, assuming that you don't want to be with him, takes for that the wrong path as he starts following you around even more, invades your privacy and tries desperately to gain your attention until he can't take it anymore and bursts out in tears in front of you, blaming you for not even giving him a chance and begging you to accept him. Even after he has understood that you're just a very shy person, he turns only worse with those around you as he starts threatening everyone as soon as you look remotely uncomfortable and smothers you with his presence and affection to make you feel protected.

Chae Yul

💜Chae Yul might find your shyness adorable later on but as long as you keep avoiding him and his gaze, you really trigger the worst inside of him. Yul is addicted to your thoughtfulness and your kindness you show him, especially during the days where he is bullied. He starts to believe that you two only need each other and his obsession really starts kicking in after he realizes that you're someone who has troubles adjusting to new people and new situations, hence why he makes sure to keep you away from others. You only need him and he makes it significantly hard for you to form new bonds since he's clingy and follows you around everywhere, convinces you to stay with him and threatens and scares everyone else away, paranoid that you might get close to someone. He's already boiling with jealousy if he realizes that you have less troubles looking at someone and talking to them which only results in him guilt-tripping you with tears into showing him affection, he won't allow anyone else getting in between you two.

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ghoularaki · 4 months

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↠ summary: Your ex-boyfriend not satisfied with how the relationship ended comes back to teach you a lesson its best to keep your mouth shut. Some secrets are best left unspoken.

↠ pairing: todoroki touya x reader, keigo takami x reader, geten x reader

↠ genre/warnings: angst, smut, college/dark web au, DARK CONTENT, yandere! dabi, bullying, stalking, drug/alcohol usage, domestic abuse, aged up characters, murder, gore, blackmail, kidnapping. NSFW (morning sex, NONCON, bondage, dp in two holes, filming)

↠ status: 1/6

↠ a/n: this fic takes place in 2009. there might be some inaccuracies, but we aren't here for that, we are here for emo boy dabi

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6: finale

#yandere dabi #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere bnha #yandere dabi x reader #yandere hawks #yandere hawks x reader #yandere touya #yandere touya x reader #yandere todoroki #geten x reader

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temptacioun · 5 months

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yandere ! dabi

requested by anon

prompts: “if you don’t kiss me i’ll slit your fucking throat.”

it started like any ordinary day.

you were sitting in an office room, ready for a job interview and completely unaware of the bank that was being robbed next building. and while you hadn’t seen him, he definitely saw you.

so fucking pretty in your little blouse and pencil skirt, he wanted to rip a hole into that pantyhose you wore and make you cry pretty tears for him. it started like this, with attraction and tight pants — he followed you home later, though he stayed in the dark of the shadows. for now.

dabi wouldn’t explain his sudden interest, shoved the nagging feeling to the back of his brain and countered with the fact you just had a sweet ass. and as he watched you for days on end and learned your routine, his obsession only grew. it wasn’t love he felt, but a need to possess you in every way possible. maybe it was a need to destroy your seemingly perfect life, to watch you crumble to the ground with nothing left.

one by one he picked off your friends, threatened to kill them and left burn marks where nobody would see — and you could only wonder why everyone suddenly stopped talking and hanging out. your weekends grew lonely and boring, and left an emptiness inside that you couldn’t explain.

it was one of those weekends when he finally decided to show himself, sprawled out on your couch like he owned the place while he listened to the shower running. he’d take you home tonight.

you couldn’t even scream when you saw him, it was like your brain went off and left you to face the danger on your own. you’ve seen him before, when they showed the news on tv and you were already certain this was how you’d die. they’d find you days later, burned to a crisp.

“took ya’ long enough.” his raspy voice reached your ears and you shook, knees feeling wobbly while you stared at him with wide eyes. when he stretched, and sauntered over to you like it was completely normal. a hand against the wall and trapping you there, you couldn’t even beg for your life.

the male chuckles, reaching out to tip your head up with the tip of a knife he’d stole from a certain blonde. “i’m not gonna kill ya. but you’d probably wish i did.” you’re not sure if he was serious or not but the threat alone was enough to keep you meek in his presence. he leans closer and you squeak, eyes squeezing shut instinctively and he relishes in the fear that radiates off of you.

his lips hover just short above yours, you can feel his breath fan over your cheeks — you can smell the faint scent of cigarettes and burnt flesh and it almost makes you want to puke.

“if you don’t kiss me i’ll slit your fucking throat.”

and the threat is enough to make you comply.

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yandere-kokeshi · 1 year

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— Bloody, fucking red!

Pairing: Yandere dabi x afab reader.

Summary: Dabi wants to help with your period. So, why don't you let him?

Warnings: Yandere behavior, period sex, doggy style(?), oral sex, fingering/eating out, soft-dom Dabi.

This is not proofread — this is on queue.

Might do a part two. This was supposed to come out on valentines day but hey, it's out ig.

“Doll, why don’t you let me help?” Dabi asked behind you, cringing at your painful groans.

Sighing, you dig yourself further into the bundle of pillows and blankets, “No… It’s icky.”

“Icky?” You heard him laugh, “What are you, a child now?”

You rolled your eyes, before groaning from the immense stabbing you felt in your lower abdomen. Gosh, did cramps really have to hurt this bad?

You heard Dabi sigh, feeling hands drag along your back and thighs, weight being sunken into the mattress behind you. Turning around, you saw Dabi kneeling over you before kissing your cheek and nose.

“Bambi, I promise. It’ll help with the cramping and bloating. I can show you the damn article.” He looked at you with his icy-blue eyes, trying to convince you to agree to the ‘romantic’ intercourse.

“But–” You stopped, starting to chew on your fingernails with overblown thoughts.

“But what, baby?” Dabi repeated, before smirking at his thoughts. “I know you’re having a hard day. Plus, I know sitting on my face always brightens you up.”

“Dabi, it’ll get messy–” You try to protest. But he brings his face closer to yours, pulling his mouth to your ear before whispering.

“—I like it messy.”

Finally, you nod — a slow, agreeable nod that Dabi took right too. Climbing over you, Dabi took his shirt and pants off, only leaving him in his boxers.

Dabi gets under the sheets, crawling between your legs, making sure to grab a pillow to slip beneath the small area of your back for comfort.

With him laying on his stomach, you felt embarrassed. Uneasy at this position and spiraling thoughts that made the situation worse. What if he leaves you? Or he get fed up with how you bleed and doesn’t let you finish? Or how—

“Hey,”

Slowly, you meet Dabi’s gaze, a soft yet stern look in his eyes. “Stop overthinking. If you want me to stop — tell me.”

You nod yet again, throwing a smile at him before feeling your shirt being pulled off, exposing your stomach and breasts with his warm hands kneading at your skin; feeling his face move downwards, kisses being prepped all over your tummy.

Letting out a shaky sigh of relief, you feel Dabi knead the soft swell of your breasts in his palm. Hearing him hum at your hardened nipples, he looked up at you before speaking.

“Spread your legs.”

Within a second, your pants and panties were guided off, being thrown into the abyss of the semi-larged bedroom.

Dabi pulls you closer to him — earning a small yelp out of you, a small chuckle coming from him.

He pulls your knees over his shoulder before diving in, his tongue meeting your center. He started off slowly, smearing and licking your growing slick and blood all over your entrance, nibbling softly at your clit and squeezing your thighs affectionately.

“Fuckk,” He groaned, making direct eye contact with you. “You’re so fucking sweet. This pretty pussy is my favorite meal.”

You moaned, feeling your cheeks heat up even more. God, it felt really good.

Dabi continues his abuse, the sounds of slurping and occasional deep groans combined with your needy whines, all your negative thoughts and feeling of ‘ickiness’ were sucked away. His thick muscle was flat against your clit, tracing tight but quick circles.

“Cum for me, do it dollface.” He demanded, voice slightly muffled by your thighs clenching around his head. “Come on, you can do it. You're doin’ so well baby, this is all ‘for me, yeah?”

“Shit!” You moaned, embarrassment rushing through you. You tug at his hair, hearing the way he eats your cunt. It’s sloppy, erotic — lewd. Wet noises fill the room, it was borderline disgusting, yet so hot.

Your tummy starts tightening — almost too tight like a rope ready to rip apart.

You came, clenching around nothing as his fingers spread your pussy, licking all the blood and slick that had slid down. Making sure to slurp and suck more as your sensitive pussy carved more stimulation.

Suddenly, the front door had two bounding knocks. Which resulted in both of you turning.

Dabi smiled though, “Guess the pizza is here. Should I go out like this, baby?”

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ghostsy · 7 months

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Forever Hold Your Peace

WARNINGS: yandere, mentions of death, mentions of murder, non-consensual implications, implied kidnapping, hand kink if you squint

A/N: another quick short drabble, pls enjoy a deranged lil wedding crasher dabi.

read at your own discretion.

yandere ! DABI X READER

“Give me one good reason not to kill you.”

She’d never known blue to be such an angry color, but even glowing with barely contained rage, she couldn’t help but find his eyes beautiful.

“I can’t.”

It was growing all around them now, ice-colored fire licking at the tattered remains of her white dress. Still, she thought the heat was less threatening than warm.

Her answer seemed to physically wound him, the soft tremble in his brow almost begging her to say something. Something to justify whatever confusing ugly thing he felt finally standing in front of her after all these years. Something that would let him sleep at night if he were to burn her bones to ash that moment, give into that cruel voice in his fractured mind demanding he destroy any and every memory that had ever made him feel something.

“You broke your promise.”

“I wasn’t aware there were promises to keep with corpses.” There she was, that quick wit he remembered her for, loved her for, once upon a time. Even with his hand at her throat, even with the blood of the man she’d just sworn to love until death–another corpse, whose promise had quickly been fulfilled–even with his blood smeared across her cheek, she still stood tall, dignified.

“Is that what I am to you?” He breathed, thumb tracing the curve of her jaw, fingers flexing at the feel of her racing pulse under her neck, “A corpse?” It was a silly question; the patchwork wounds stapled to his rotting skin suggested he was anything but a real, living, man. If he thought about it, he really hadn’t been living for quite some time.

“No, I suppose not,” Her voice was shaky, and he couldn’t tell if the mascara-stained tears wetting her cheeks were for the mass of burning bodies behind them or for him, “More of a ghost.”

The corner of his lips quirked up, huffing a short, bitter laugh, “A ghost,” He pondered for a moment, “I like it,” His other hand made its way up from her hip, brushing at the underside of her clothed breasts, “Here I am haunting you, after all.”

“I think,” Her hands balled into fists, but he made note as they stayed trembling at her sides, “That you’re here haunting us both.”

“I guess you’re right,” His eyes fell to scan her singed gown, “In another life,” Ignoring the clenching of her jaw, he continued, “You’d have worn that dress for me.”

She swallowed, “In another life,” Her eyes left his now, sweeping the mutilated remains littering the pews, “You’d have loved me enough.”

All of a sudden he tore himself from her as if she’d burned him, “Loved you enough?” An incredulous laugh as his arm stretched out to the scene behind them, “What the fuck is all this if it isn’t enough?”

“It’s really so devastating,” She sighed out a name that was once his, and he was surprised at the weight one word could leave on his heart, “That you would consider this love.” But his anger had returned full force, and he thought maybe now he’d be able to kill her.

“Did you love him?”

Here it was, the answer that would seal her fate. He could do it if she said what he knew she’d say. He would do it.

“No,” His heart skipped a beat, “I do love him.” And all at once, the mangled coal in his chest crumbled to ash. Do it. You said you’d do it. Do it, you fucking coward.

No, he needed more. His fingers twitched at his sides, sparks of blue igniting and snuffing out in nervous repetition. Just one more thing, and he could do it.

“You can’t keep a promise to a corpse,” He spat, “But you can love one?” He stepped closer to her, glowing eyes narrowed, staring down at her.

“Not any more or less than one can love a ghost, I’d imagine.”

His hands flew back to her throat, and he wrenched her face up to meet his, “And do you?” His voice fell to a raspy whisper, and he couldn’t tell if it was out of fury or desperation, “Love a ghost?”

“I don’t want to,” And again more tears welled and fell, “I really didn’t want to.”

“That’s not what I asked.” His words were shaking with anticipation, fingers trembling as they cradled her cheeks.

“Does it matter?” She sniffed, eyes flickering to the carnage, “I shouldn’t. Especially now, I shouldn’t,” There was a wrinkle in her brow that betrayed her self-disgust, “I never should have.”

He swallowed, gaze catching on her lips, “But you do.” He’d meant it to come out as a question, but there was a sort of finality in his words. She makes you weak. Kill her. Do it. Now. Do it now. Shut up.

She tried to pull away from him, but he held her face firmly, “No matter where I go,” The turn of her voice was bitter, “You haunt me.”

A soft, manic laugh, “I think,” He leaned down, lips brushing hers, “We’ve both been haunting each other.” And after a month-long moment he surged forward, crashing his mouth against her own, tongue swallowing the strangled yelp that died in her throat.

He stepped forward as she stumbled back from the force, and her fingers flew to grip at his wrists in an attempt to stabilize herself, nails digging into the ruined skin. His leg steadied between both of hers, the bones in his patchwork hands straining as they pulled her into him, as if he were trying to make her body melt into his; make him whole.

Finally she ripped herself from him, stumbling, and wiped furiously at her lips, “I don’t want you,” Her voice was hoarse as she caught her breath, “Nothing else matters, because I don’t want you.”

It was like someone had poured ice water in his veins, and he’d come to the terrifying conclusion that it didn’t matter what she said or did; she could tell him she wanted him dead, and he’d still find an excuse to keep her here with him.

“I don’t care,” A breathless confession.

After years without, he hadn’t realized just how starved the idea of letting her go would make him feel. He intended for his flames to swallow her whole when he'd found her again, but there was an entirely more appetizing option. He’d starved himself long enough.

The tapestries along the walls had caught fire, and the light shone through the stained glass windows, casting a blue tint across her skin. Like it was marking her as his. His hand shot out to wrap around her wrist when she tried to turn away, and he yanked her back to him.

“Nothing else matters, because I don’t care.”

She tried and failed to pull her arm from his bruising grip, feet sliding as she used her full weight, “Kill me, then,” She choked on a sob, “Why don’t you just kill me, then?”

He stared at her a long moment as she struggled, streaks of ruined makeup painting her cheeks, that once angel-white gown stained black with ash, a gloss in her eyes he could only describe as heartbreak, and he couldn’t help but think that she’d never looked so beautiful.

“I can’t.”

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thecuriousquest · 9 months

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yandere alphabet for dabi?

Yandere Alphabet: Dabi

Tag List: @issamomma

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, dark shit, non con, kidnapping, dacryphilia, nudity, controlling behavior, dominant, sadistic behavior, possessive behavior, degradation, sexual needs mentioned, death mentioned, branding kink, spanking punishment

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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Dabi shows his love by making fun of you. You are his and always will be, so he reserves the right to tease you relentlessly. There are his softer moments where he’ll sneak up behind you and wrap you up in a hug, but this doesn’t exactly last long because he’s more than likely going to whisper something very dirty in your ear.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Dabi is literally a villain who has killed before and has no problem with doing it again. Whereas he can be impulsive and just off a bitch, he does like to play the long game and make his predators piss themselves. This might look like hunting them down after days of psychologically tormenting them.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Oh, you betchya! He is 100% going to make you cry within the first hour, and not just from scaring you. “What’s the matter? Already crying and I haven’t even hit you yet.” He taunts you because he loves provoking you. He wants you to get riled up so that he has a reason to be violent with you, not that he actually needs one.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

I’m sorry to say this, but I honestly believe Dabi would rape you. He just seems like a yandere who doesn’t give two shits about if you want it or not. He has you, so he’ll have all of you.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

When the two of you are in bed together, he’ll hold you in his arms and whisper about how pretty you are. “I picked a good one.” These are the nicest things he’ll ever say to you.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

I think he likes to see you be feisty. It shows him that you haven’t been broken yet. He doesn’t want a lifeless doll. He wants someone he can interact with. He views you fighting him as a plus because it just means that he can fight back and show off how powerful he is.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

It’s not like he’d leave the door open on purpose. It’s more like he’s so confident in his ability to track you down that he’ll give you a fifteen minute head start. He likes catching you in a state of panic. He likes snatching you by your waist and throwing you over his shoulder. He, especially, likes beating your ass when you get home for trying to escape.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Being chained up and starved. Dabi uses this method for more extreme cases if you’re not cooperating. Not having any food in you for a few days to a week makes you docile. Your head will kind of just lull from side to side, and it takes you a while to start acting like yourself again. Seeing you so weak makes him laugh because he finds it adorable. For you, it’s a fucking nightmare.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Dabi just wants something to belong to him. As long as you’re with him (he doesn’t really care if you’re happy), he’s happy. It’ll be better if you make things easier for him, but all in all, he just wants you to be with him.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Dabi gets hella jealous. You’re his and only his. Someone puts their hand on your shoulder, he’s cussing them out and doing irreparable damage. You’ll be lucky if brain matter doesn’t coat the walls. He’ll turn it around on you once he’s done with the guy you were talking to, though. “Why are you fucking talking to him like that?” He’s definitely kicking your ass for that stupid mistake you made.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He always has an arm hung around your shoulders, giving others the hint that you’re taken. It’s a plus that he gets to hold you close as well. He’ll also make out with you in public too. He’s not ashamed as he gropes your ass any time, any where.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

You two never started dating. You guys hooked up, had a one night stand. At least, it was supposed to be. The sex was too good for Dabi to just let you go, so he kidnapped you, and now you’re in this twisted relationship with him.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

When he decides to not be so rough with you, he can be kind of romantic. He shows his softer side to you during these times. He won’t threaten you, he won’t make almost every comment out of his mouth sexual. Surprise, surprise, the man actually has a filter. He can’t act this way around others, however. He still has a villainous reputation to maintain.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

With a flaming blue hand. He’s not afraid to mark up your body. It’s one of his favorite pass times. Putting you over his knee, branding your ass with his palm, it’s exhilarating to him. When you start uttering pleas for forgiveness or declarations of apologies, he still keeps beating the hell out of you. He pushes you well past your limits, but it’s only for “his pleasure and your best interest”.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

All of them. Say goodbye to pissing with the bathroom door shut. You don’t even have bodily autonomy anymore.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He’s not patient like you think. If you start yelling at him, he’ll wait for you to finish throwing your tantrum. “Are you done? You finally done shrieking in my ear? Alright, let me tell you what’s gonna happen now.” He’ll grab you by the throat and slam you down on the table. “You’re gonna go to the room, you’re gonna get naked, and you’re gonna make this little incident up to me. Got it? Good.” He’ll send you off with a light slap to your face.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Dabi is possessive. Even though he likes to rough you up in and out of the bedroom, you’re still his girl. He has a special bond with you, one that’s not easy to break. He needs to keep you with him, and he can keep you safe from others while he does that. He needs to have you in every way possible. Despite all of this, if you ended up dying, I think he would be able to move on, but that’s only if you die. If you manage to successfully escape, he will exhaust every available resource in order to hunt you down, and he will find you.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He doesn’t feel guilty about abducting you. If you really fuck up with him, if you really can’t find it in yourself to just make things easy for Dabi, then he will contemplate killing you. The villain can only put up with so much. If he actually does kill you, then that’s what he’ll feel guilty about because he formed a bond with you that he ended up having to cut ties with in such a horrible way.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)? Well, his childhood turned him into a villain. I’d say his sadistic and yandere tendencies stem from being a villain but are rooted in his childhood.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He relishes in your pain. It completely turns him on. Whether your sobs are from pain, torment, or fear, it doesn’t matter to him. You could say he has a crying kink.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

His cruelty is unlike the classic yandere. The man has frustrations and limited outlets, so you end up as his punching bag or cock sleeve most of the time. It’s not like he can just go take a karate class during his free time.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Use his physical weakness against him. Keep asking if that’s “all he’s got”. Dabi isn’t immune to his own fire. It literally causes him damage that takes a long while to recover from. If you can find a way to withstand his quirk or have him burn something for you, then you might just find a way to escape.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes, 100% would hurt you mentally and physically. He’d laugh at you too.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He doesn’t worship you. In fact, it would delight him if YOU worshipped him. It would give him a major ego boost. He doesn’t feel the need to win you over. It’s either comply or get hurt.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He doesn’t leave you hanging for long after that “one night stand”. It only takes a few days to a week maybe before he snatches you up and takes you to your forever nightmare home.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

If you do break, he’ll either use you as a flesh light or kill you. He doesn’t have time to put up with this kind of mind set. It’s pathetic to him. He can’t help thinking this. He knows he did it to you, but he thought you were so much stronger than this.

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aleatory-eyes · 1 year

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Tw : noncon, implied kidnapping, mentions of sperm, overstimulation, bullet vibrator.

ANOTHER IMAGINE

Yandere Dabi x femreader

I feel like Dabi will be completely into overstimulation, not only his darling but himself as well. For him is a way to calm down his doubts about having you kidnapped and forcing himself on you.

"At least your body likes me, right?"

I DON'T CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOR. THIS IS FICTIONAL! PURE FICTION!

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He would be pumping you full of his load. Taking you to the edge of bursting by how full you are. And don't forget his curved dick that won't stop hitting the precise spot inside you that make you see stars . "Aah" a moan accidentally escapes your lips as you're reaching another orgasm, is not the first one of the night for sure. Your engorded clit aching for the constant stimulation of his fingers being prove of that.

"Babe... again?" He says with a mocking smile "but my fingers are getting tired..." with a chuckle he complains just to tease you. But he won't stop with the stimulation, opting to use a bullet vibrator in your litle bud instead. You jerk at the sudden change, the vibrations echoing though out your body.

However, you aren't the only Overflowing with pleasure. The little toy affecting him too, as his moans intertwine with yours. Both of you seeking the final release. His pace getting faster while you become dizzy, milking him unintentionally.

By the end of it, you're spent. Your body resembling a painting, full of his seed everywhere. You lay on your side trying to finally get some rest away from him. Only to be hugged from behind as he whispers sweet praises to your ears "you did sooo good babe, I love you." He gets closer attempting to hold you tighter "and I'll make sure you never leave my side. Never"

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yanderenightmare · 5 months

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Dabi x darling x Hawks

TW: NSFW, noncon, war, soldiers, married reader

AN: kinda inspired by when British Parliament passed the Quartering Act in 1765, and those in the American colonies were required to provide housing for British soldiers, and how they were also expected to provide food, firewood, and even beer.

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Thinking about old-timey soldiers Hawks and Dabi who knock on your door with their caps in hand, plastic smiles on both their faces when asking for a warm homecooked meal – knowing you can’t refuse by order of the King.

It’s a humble cottage more than it’s a house, but the two men make themselves at home while you slowly stir the stew you’ve whipped up for them – only halfway of your own free will.

Hawks asks where your husband is, and you point to the love letters displayed on the mantle and tell them he’d been called away seven months ago.

Dabi then asks if you’ve been lonely…

You try and laugh it off as though it was a charming thing of him to say – but you’ve been feeling apprehensive ever since you opened the door – seeing their hands casually resting on the weapons by their hip as though in silent threat.

You sit with your hands in your lap while they eat. They say they’ve missed the sweetness of a woman like you – that the lads back at base don’t know how to do it the same way. And you know they’re talking about the food, but still… you can’t help but feel they’re insinuating something else.

You scream when they grab you – but it’s not like they expected anything else from a married woman – of course, a good wife would give anyone who isn’t her husband some fight – but like any woman, you’re quickly subdued by the two of them.

Their smiles are still eerily calm, even as you cry – utterly unmatched by their actions, where they squeeze into all your plush parts with unwarranted strength.

Hawks hugs you from behind, forcing your arms behind your back – his crotch planted firm against your rear, even through all the thick layers of your skirt.

Dabi is in front of you. He ripped open your blouse in the struggle – now whistling at the pretty sight of your tits while stroking his revolver up the crane of your neck, poking it into your cheek before using it to brush a wisp of hair out of your face – pretty and riddled with tears while you snivel and whimper.

He takes your chin in a strong hand, his tone smooth while he tells you to calm down – as though he's not got his loaded fire weapon aimed at you. His nose brushes yours as he croons at you through a smile – giving your quivering lips a quick peck.

Hawks’ tone is just as suave – playful even, grinning toothily, chuckling out how they just want to thank you for the hospitality as he quickly tugs the wool of your dress up, balling it all around your waist. Petting your cunt through your bloomers with your wrists gripped firm in his other hand, pinned tightly to the small of your back.

Cutlery, plates, and cups crash to the floor when Dabi swipes to clear the table – sending you hips-first against it.

The nose of his gun jabs into your nape, forcing your head down until your cheek smudges the splintery wood.

He doesn’t bother retraining you, letting the threat of his bullets do to all the talking while he unbuckles his belt, letting his uniform drop around his ankles.

He rips a gash in the thin cotton of your bloomers. They look too cute to remove. Not frilly like rich maidens wear, like in those catalogs the men will pass around if not pictures of each other's girlfriends. Yours are worker class, probably sewn by yourself from some old curtains – not meant to be erotic, but made so erotic because of it.

You’re just a simple farmer’s daughter making your country proud – is what he whispers in your ear when he has two fingers stuffed up your cunt.

It’s obvious you haven’t been fucked in a while – the two digits make you wince and, in turn, make him restless to give you the real thing. He can tell just by the buck of your hips it’s going to feel the same as fucking a virgin.

You’re quickly wet like one, too. Makes it easy for him to slide into your tightness despite your teary whines.

He lets out a heavy groan when you’ve taken him to the hilt – stays nestled there for a minute – in reverence of the tight, wet warmth he hadn’t felt in a while.

Sure, he and Hawks might have done things on cold, long, lonely nights, but nothing can quite compete with the softness of a woman in his mind.

Those precious ways you tighten up and shake from the stretch, shuffling your thighs when he kneads into your womb – soaking him with wet velvet slick.

His gun goes lazy against your back, though still very much keeping you scared in place as he lolls in and out of you at a languid pace – his chin tipped up with a sigh.

But it’s only initial relief – and once it dies down and the hunger spurs anew – he’s got his lips at your ear and his gun in your mouth – crude things flying off his lips, hips thrusting against you with the same haste of a hound in his rut – saying if he were your husband, he’d never leave your cunt and cooking – that he’d pick being buried six inches deep between your thighs than six feet deep in the dirt – sucking your cheek while telling you not to fret long over your man – how he and Hawks will help you grieve when the love letters stop coming.

The blonde is busy looting the liquor cabinet while Dabi ravages your poor cunt – but he comes back to switch with him once he finds the most expensive bottle.

It was a wedding present you’d been saving, one you’d thought you’d open the day your love would return – but Hawks cares little for the etiquette and swigs it raw from the stem as he retakes his place behind you – bathing his thick shaft with the slick sheen on your inner thighs before pressing himself inside you.

He doesn’t bother to start slow – he’d been kept waiting long enough and goes straight to pounding you deep. Kicking your legs apart – a hand buried in the cake of your ass to steady you whilst the other grips the bottle.

The table is small. Meant for only you and your man – so perfect for bending you over – just intimate enough to allow Dabi to stand at the other end with his cock in your mouth.

The whole thing wobbles against the floor as the two men have their way.

They deserted from their battalion a long time ago and have both grown pretty tired of house-hopping – and this place seems far enough removed from where anyone would bother looking for them.

Who knows, maybe they’ll stay until the war is over.

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queenof-curses · 1 year

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Dabi (Touya Todoroki): Broken is a Good Look On You

♡ ♡ ~ You accidentally stumble into a LoV hideout. What happens after Dabi volunteers to keep watch over you? ~ ♡ ♡ Masterlist | More My Hero Academia

Dabi (Touya Todoroki) x Fem!Reader

wc: 4.4K

cw: Minors DNI! nsfw, CNC, Pain play, Piercings, Yandere behavior, Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping

Notes: originally posted on ao3

You can feel each staple across his palm as it digs into your soft skin. He currently had you against the wall, lifting you by the neck and pressing you into the exposed brick behind you. The coarse material dug into your back as you locked eyes with your captor.

Dabi

As you struggled to breathe, you could only writhe under his grasp as he took in your smaller form. His grip tightened at your movements, cutting off even more of your airway. He was getting frustrated with your fight against him.

“Stop struggling, or you won’t like what comes next.”

He grinned down at you, noticing the moment his words register in your head. You stopped fighting his grip then, relaxing your body against his. After a moment passes, he releases his hold on you.

Your body crumpled to the floor. As you hunch over at his feet, you struggle to catch your own breath. Minutes tick by as he watches you heave for oxygen below him. Finally, you look up.

He stood over you. Although you’ve gotten used to his presence, you never really took him in until this moment. Your eyes bulge in shock as you take in his massive size compared to your own smaller stature. Tall and fit to perfection, you notice not even his scars can hide his masculine features. He only wore dark pants and a white t-shirt, showing off his strong chest and build. As you trail your eyes upward, he notices you staring. Dabi’s eyes meet yours as he grins down at you.

Cool leather kisses your jaw as you feel his booted foot tilt your head up to him. His hands were in his pockets, looking down at you with a nonchalant and uncaring gaze. Locking eyes with yours, his smile widens with malice.

“You don’t look too bad from up here, Princess. Broken is a good look on you.”

Reaching down, Dabi replaces his boot with a hand. This time, instead of gripping your neck he tilts your jaw towards him, the gesture surprisingly soft. He pauses to gauge your reaction, reading your emotions to determine his next actions.

Fuck it, he thought.

Crouching down, he pulls your face in. Hot lips meet yours as he holds your head to his.

You begin to panic at the realization of what Dabi is doing. This isn’t what you wanted, nor expected, when stumbling into the League of Villains’ hideout.

It’s been a few days now. You didn’t mean to do it, you were just walking along minding your own business when your curiosity got the best of you.

You thought it was just a regular bar, but when you soon realized it was the infamous Shigaraki’s hideout, things soon changed. If you weren’t such a dummy and kept your cool, you wouldn’t have been captured in the first place.

At first they didn’t know what to do with you, most wanted to kill you immediately. But things changed once Dabi volunteered to watch over you until they could figure out whether you had a valuable quirk or not.

So here you’ve been, locked in an abandoned room with continuous checkups from the flame user himself. A man with a quirk that could incinerate you instantly. A man that currently slipped his tongue inside your mouth. A man that, although you hate to admit, you were attracted to.

You groaned under him at his sudden actions, trying desperately to pull yourself from him. His face moves away from yours as he takes in your swollen lips.

He teases you with his words, “C’mon Princess… this'll be fun, I know you’re into it…”

Dabi leans back into you, cupping your face in both hands as he presses his lips to yours once more.

You don’t want him to continue, but heat starts to build up inside of you. Your body wins its fight against your mind as your lips welcome his warm embrace.

His pierced tongue enters your mouth forcefully, wrapping around yours and playing with it. You try to keep your mind blank, letting him have his way with you without showing much of a reaction. Cold metal dances along your tongue, you could clearly make out the taste of him. Iron and a sort of smokiness takes over your senses. Surprisingly, you don’t seem to hate it… It was masculine and warm, almost welcoming as his dominance engulfed you.

It’s just easier to give in, you think. Maybe he’ll be quick and let me go.

Dabi moved a hand to grip your hair, pulling your head back and forcing your gaze on his. You whimpered at the sudden pain. He smiled down at you, thinking about how pretty you looked like that.

“My my… we’ve barely just begun and you’re already a mess. This’ll be more fun than I thought…”

His sentence trails off as he kisses your lips one last time, biting down on your bottom lip before pulling away. The action elicited a moan from you, a sound he quickly found himself enjoying.

Standing up, Dabi never releases his hold on your head. He dragged you towards the old bed in the room that you’ve been imprisoned in, a mattress on a squeaky box spring. No pillows, no blanket, he had nothing to move out of his way.

His pull on your hair had tears leaking from your eyes; pain radiated from your scalp. With his strength, he threw you onto the bed.

Quickly, you turned yourself to face him, pushing yourself up the bed in an attempt to put space between the two of you. His smile was mean.

“You know you can’t escape, Princess… just give in and maybe you’ll enjoy this too.”

Dabi slowly removed his pants, undoing his belt as he watched you shiver in fear on the mattress. Bringing his pants down, his grins at your reaction to his growing bulge.

Your eyes widen at the sight, you don’t want to know what’s behind the tight tent of his boxer briefs. Looking at the size of it, you know it’s huge without even seeing it in the flesh.

“Dabi… please…” You try to plead with him.

“Please? Please what, Y/n? Please fuck you?”

He laughs then. It was deep and maniacal. He truly was crazy.

“Well, if you insist….”

Removing his shirt, he kneels on the bed before you. He cages your body between his arms as you lay beneath him.

Your tears were dry now as you looked up at him. You knew he wasn’t going to let you go, he would never betray Shigaraki’s orders. With one last pleading look, you accepted your fate.

He leaned down towards you and placed a hard kiss on your mouth. Your eyes shut tight, not wanting to think too much about what was happening. Maybe he was right, you could enjoy this too?

His mouth left hot kisses across your jaw as you turned your head to the side. You could feel his smile against your neck as he sucked your soft skin, leaving marks and bruises in his path. He places a hand on your waist and you tense, your eyes opening to lock eyes with his.

“Relax, Princess. This won’t hurt…” He grins, “unless you move too much.”

His palm starts to heat against you, a small flame ignites your clothing. Your breath hitches, you try to follow his orders to stay as still as you can. Your clothing catches fire from his palm, the controlled burn working its way from the spot he touched.

You look down as you watch the flames dance along your clothing, burning everything in sight. After a few moments, you were left in nothing, black ash was all that remained of your clothes. Completely nude, you felt even more vulnerable than before.

Dabi takes your body in with greedy eyes, groaning at the view of your budded nipples now that they were exposed to the cold room. Immediately, his lips lock on one and he sucks. You moan as his tongue circles it, a warm hand coming up to play with the other. He switches between the two, leaving bite marks across your chest.

You groaned out at his touch, he was gifting you with bits of pleasure followed by short bites of pain. The opposite feelings were messing with your head, you needed more from him.

After a sharp pop of his mouth on your nipple, he looks up at you from his place at your chest, waiting to hear your pleas.

“Dabi…”

Gloating from your desperate tone, he massaged your breasts at a slow, leisure pace. Tweaking your nipples, he had you moaning for him once more.

“What do you need, Princess?” He asks you.

Lost in your own thoughts, you tried bargaining with yourself… were you really about to stoop so low as to beg this villain for pleasure?

A sharp pinch suddenly made you yelp.

“Y/n, I am not a patient man… tell me what you want.”

“I-I… I need you.. Please…”

“And where do you need me…?” He smiles.

You gave in, knowing you’d tell him anything at this point.

“I need you to touch me… down there… please, Dabi…”

He loved to see that look on your face, couldn’t wait to have you dumb on his cock. He was giddy at the thought of seeing you drool for him.

“I’m not just going to touch you, Y/N. I’m going to fuck you until you break….”

His harsh words registered in your mind, you had no choice but to submit. Dabi knew that he had won when your only response to his words was a soft moan.

He growled before taking your hands and holding them over you. As he licked and sucked your neck, a free hand came down to play with your core. Having him touch the place you needed him most, your legs immediately parted. He moaned into your ear the moment he felt your wetness.

All the heat that had been building inside of you collected itself at your center. Dabi’s teasing words and promises turned you on.

Rough fingers met your folds as he groaned at your wetness. He ran his fingers up and down your dewy lips as he continued his taunts.

“Mmmm…you’re so wet, Y/N. Do I have you all hot and bothered?” He whispers into your ear.

His teeth bite your ear lobe, teasing you even more with soft licks and pants. It was messing with your mind as you parted your legs even further.

He took your open opportunity to finally sink a finger inside of you. You moaned out at the intrusion as he caressed your walls.

“So fucking tight… we’re gonna have so much fun babygirl..”

The pet name had you blushing, you didn’t expect him to be so good at treating you like this. Originally you thought he would just fuck you dry….but this is different. This is one of your worst fears coming true. Dabi was acting in a way that would make you come crawling back, and that thought scared you the most.

Another finger entered your pussy, you could hear how wet you were for him. You couldn’t help it, it felt so good. The flame user was playing you like a fiddle.

Suddenly he shifted, increasing the pace of his fingers, curling them up into your softest spot. He was determined to bring you to orgasm at least once before ruining you.

“Cum for me, Princess…. That’s it, cum on my hand…”

His palm slapped your clit with light movements, your moans filled the room. As you climbed to your peak, all you could do was lock eyes with him as he watched you come undone.

“Fuck- I’m… I’m cumming…” you groaned out.

White filled your vision as you came on Dabi’s hand. He slowed the pace of his fingers as your body went limp beneath him. He removed his hand from your pussy, admiring the juices that coated him.

“So fucking pretty like that…. You’re such a good girl.”

He was petting the top of your head like a dog, showering you in praise. Your fucked-out face looked up at him as you relished his words. He noticed that his fingers were still coated in your finish, bringing them up to your lips.

His soft smile turned into a grin of malice as he stuck his fingers into your mouth. You immediately gagged on his digits, tasting yourself on them. The harsh action waking you up from your bliss.

“There we go… such a good slut, cleaning my fingers.. Suck on them,” he said, pushing his hand far enough to trigger a gag from you. “Fuck… that noise makes me hard.”

Removing his hand from your mouth, he pulls your face up and kisses you. He could taste your release on your soft lips as he moaned into you.

Dabi reaches for one of your hands, bringing it up to his boxers and placing it on his clothed erection with a smirk on his lips. You gasp out at how hard he is.

“Don’t just sit there Princess.. Play with me…” He teases you, smiling at the shock on your face.

Hesitantly, you pull his boxers down. His hard cock springs free, slapping against his scarred stomach. He was huge… Long and thick, he had veins that danced around his shaft. Right beneath his flushed tip, a sparkle of jewelry sat. The barbell caught your eyes as you reached in and touched it with your thumb.

He hissed through his teeth, “Careful baby girl… I’m pretty sensitive right now. Although I’d love to finish on your face, your sweet cunt is too tempting..”

You blush at his perverted words, but continue with your actions. Wrapping a hand around his girth, you pump him slowly, eliciting swears from his lips. Confidence building, you stick your tongue out towards his tip, licking his slit and collecting the precum that pooled there.

Groaning, he grips your head and guides your mouth onto his length. Bracing yourself on the bed, you let him take control. He growls out when you stick your tongue out, dancing across his piercing the bottom of his cockhead.

Drool drips from your lips as he looks down at your face, he smiles before holding your head still. Suddenly, he slams his dick into your throat, forcing you to swallow his length.

You begin to panic when he doesn’t move and tears start to pool in your eyes.

“Relax your throat, Y/N…Fuck- it feels so good…”

He pulls out after a moment of listening to your struggles, only to slam himself back in. He fucked your throat fast and all you could do was take it. His erection was heavy in your mouth, with each thrust your nose met his base. You were surrounded with his scent, it completely consumed you. The saltiness from your tears mixed with your spit and his precum. His balls slapped your chin, picking up the drool from your mouth. Dabi looked down and groaned at the mess beneath him.

“Fuck princess.. That’s it…shit- so pretty like that, just for me…”

He knew he needed to stop before he finished too quickly. Reluctantly, he stilled himself inside your throat. Your panic soon ceased as you massaged his dick with your tongue. Dabi swore once more before pulling himself out of you with a pop on your lips on his tip.

Not waiting anymore, he grabs you by the hair once again, making you cry out.

“Shut up, whore… you’re here to be used as a hole, now put your ass in the air.”

Shifting your positions, he throws you onto your stomach and lifts your hips up. You were keen on listening to his demands, so you arch your back and put your butt in the air like he asked.

Hot hands massage your ass cheeks, almost too warm to bear but you don’t think about trying to move out of the way. His actions and words have you confused, one moment he’s soft and giving, the next he’s angry and taking it out on you. You think about how he’s more hot and cold rather than just hot…

Those thoughts are soon washed from your mind as you feel the bite of the staples on his palm. One, two, three times he spanks you. The cracks of his hand on your ass echoes through the quiet room.

You cry out, body shifting forward from his force. Immediately you put yourself back into position, not wanting to feel the wrath of his flames as well. You sniffled as the pain increased from his spankings, your backside felt like it was on fire.

“What’s this?” He asks, “Are you crying now?” He stops his movements, placing his palms back on your ass cheeks and massaging the painful bruises.

“N-no…” you hiccup, wiping your tears on the mattress under you.

“Well suck it up, Princess… only babies cry.” He laughs then, taunting your tears and pain.

His words make you angry. Not thinking, you scream out, “Fuck you, Dabi!”

A tense silence fills the room.

You couldn’t believe the words that just fell from your lips. His stillness was brooding; it didn’t help that you still couldn’t see him with your face smashed into the bed.

Nails begin to dig into the fat of your ass, squeezing rather than massaging. A hand removes itself…. Only to come down hard on your backside. You scream at the burning pain he’s left on you; you felt like you were on fire.

Dabi activated his quirk this time, you were sure of it. The burning sensation radiated an unpleasant numbness on your behind, soon molting into a throbbing sensation... You couldn’t believe what was happening, the motherfucker just branded you.

“Now now, Y/n… that should teach you a fucking lesson. You’ll be sure to remember me for the rest of your life.”

You didn’t want to know what the damage was, the pain was blinding as you did your best not to pass out. Soft sniffles filled the room’s silence as you tried your best not to allow him your tears, not that he cared anyway.

Continuing his actions as if nothing happened, he spreads your cheeks and smiles at what he finds.

“You must be a little bit of a masochist, huh? You’re soaked down there, Princess…”

He runs his fingers up and down your folds. Despite the pain you were in, the pleasure it gives you is almost amplified against the soreness of your backside. You moan under his gentle touch.

Again, he’s messing with your head by treating you softly after the torment of his quirk. Continuing, you feel his fingers replaced by something else.

The tip of his dick probes your entrance, collecting your wetness before slowly lining himself up. At a steady pace, he pushes past your lower lips into your pussy.

“Fuck- you’re so tight babygirl, just for me right?” He teases you.

You groan as he pushes himself inside of you, taking his time until he is fully seated at the base. His long cock filled your pussy, you could feel him push up against your womb. His girth stretched you, making you feel impossibly full. With a quick pump of his hips, he slowly sets his pace.

Dabi’s hips grinded against yours as you could feel his erection swirl inside of you, he was teasing you again… driving you crazy with low-building pleasure.

His indulgence drove your need as you bulked your hips back into him. He squeezed your hips in control, not fully appreciating you trying to take the reins.

“Uh-uh Princess, you’re gonna lay there and let me use you like the little cocklseeve you are…” He says, picking up his pace.

He pulls out of you completely before slamming back inside. Your pussy squelched around him, the sound making his mind feral as he fucked into you.

“That’s right, Y/N baby… You love it when I fuck you like this, right? My little slut… it was like you were made for me,” he screamed between thrusts.

“Fu–fuck, Dabi… please… more!” You gasped, pain long forgotten at the harshness of his hips.

His dirty words edged you towards yet another orgasm, you were sure to get drunk on his cock. It felt like a hot spear inside of you, stirring your insides as he pounded your pussy into the shape of him.

The sound of your hips slapping against one another filled the room as he moved his hands to your shoulders, bringing your front half up. Using your body as leverage, his thrusts became brutal. “God- your pussy is like a dream, I just don’t think I can give this up Princess…I might just have to make you all mine…”

His words died as you squeezed around him, milking him for his seed. He’s never had a better lay, and he might just have to follow through on his promises.

Moving a hand to your throat, he drags you up towards his front. Squeezing your neck, he chokes you as his other hand toys with your clit. You struggle against his grasp, his movements alongside his brutal thrusts were driving you insane. It was all too much to bear, but he’ll be damned if he didn’t love the way your overstimulated pussy clenched around him.

“That’s right baby girl…” he whispered into your ear, “cum on my cock…”

“Please… fuck… I-I’m cumming!” You scream out at him, your body tensed as your pussy creamed around his hard member.

Dabi moans out at the feeling of you finishing around him. He continues fucking himself into your wet hole, twirling your clit between two fingers.

Your realization that he wasn’t stopping caused you to panic, you struggled against his grasp but his hand tightened around your neck.

“P-please… Dabi…stop- too much!” You beg him.

“I don’t think so… you can give me another one, can’t you? You know you love it.. Cum again for me Y/N.” He groans into your ear, a tongue sticking out to lick and nibble it.

He pants into your ear as he holds you from your struggles. You weren’t getting away from him and your orgasm came fast. Sharp bolts of pleasure washed over your body as Dabi stole your screams in a hard kiss.

Swallowing your moans, he rode out your third orgasm of the night, hips softly pumping into you as your hole clenched his cock.

After a few more pumps, he released his grip on you as your body fell back into the bed. Still seated inside of you, he admired the ring of cream your pussy left on the base of his erection.

“I’m far from being done with you Princess…”

Lifting your body, he quickly flips you over to face him. You let out a moan as he slips his cock back into your wet slit.

“Dabi… please… no more…”

You try to reason with him, the pleasure and pain of it all had your vision dancing with black dots. You couldn’t concentrate on one feeling over the other, the overstimulation was too much.

Not that he cared, though.

Placing his hands behind the backs of your knees, the staples on his skin dig into you as you he lifts your lower half into the air. You were folded beneath him, your legs being held up towards your shoulders.

He loved seeing you submissive like this infront of him, just another hole to take his cum. The thought of filling you up drove him insane with need. Uncaring, he slammed his hips down into your weeping cunt.

You screamed at the brutal pace he set, his strength showing as he held you down beneath him. You were folded like a pretzel as he drove into you with force, using you as a sleeve for his cock. Every sound that left your mouth was an unintelligible slur of words.

Dabi’s manic laugh fills the room alongside the wet sounds of your pussy; pounding into you as he spears you with his erection. “That’s right, Y/n! Take my cock like the little slut you are. You gonna take my load too, right pretty girl?”

Your eyes widen at his words as you try to push him off. He was too strong, no longer could you feel your legs, all you had was the pleasure he so freely gave you.

He slammed his hips down into your soft walls, open for his taking as he fucked you into the bed. Your head rocked back and fat tears fell down your fucked-out face. He admired your red, swollen lips before taking a hand and turning your face to his.

Warm lips came down on your own, capturing you in a sinful kiss.

The flame user locked you in his embrace, and after a few more heavy thrusts, he sheaths himself fully inside of you. Hot ropes of cum decorate your soft walls as your cunt milks him dry. Pumping his hips, Dabi ensures you take every last drop of his seed. He groans into your kiss, tongues dancing with one another as you moan into his mouth.

You felt incredibly full under him, both of you pant to catch your breath, pulling your mouths away from one another. He looks down at your face, admiring your post-fuck blush while taking his thumb to caress your cheek softly.

With one last glance, he lifts himself from you, pulling his member from your soaked cunt. Pausing, he watched as his load leaks from your hole, pooling onto the mattress under you. A condescending smirk spreads across his face as he admires his own handy work.

Your body was exhausted, the pain of your backside now a light throbbing sensation. Not having to look down, you knew your body was covered in burns and bruises. You whimper when you feel a hand massage your soft flesh.

“You know what Princess.. I think I might just have to keep you.”

Looking up at his words, your eyes go wide in shock. Once again, his gentle touch turns harsh as his smile turns malicious.

Hopefully he was too lost in his own enjoyment to notice your healing quirk has kicked in.

He wasn’t.

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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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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 10 months

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Yandere Squid Game Au | Dabi

Working for a secret organization that murdered its players on a massive scale wasn’t as horrifying as it sounds. Granted, it was truly mortifying but you get used to it. You don’t show your face, you don’t flinch, and you listen to the Frontman. If you keep quiet and stay in your lane it isn’t long before you start moving up the ladder. From triangle to circle to square–it was like any other job. Like in any typical occupation if your boss, finds favor in your physique or otherwise you naturally get promoted. Thus was your fate as you went from being a mere circle to becoming the masked servant in the VIP room where you subject yourself to the whims of the richest and most loathsome patrons to the beloved Squid Game.

Today you were aiding the VIP with dyed black hair and stapled scars around his neck. He later instructed you to call him Touya. But when he first departed on his helicopter, his companions called him:

Dabi.

Dabi or Touya is a wolf that doesn’t bother to conceal himself. Acting as the outlier to his troupe he trailed behind more interested in entertaining himself. Specifically with you.

“Well, aren’t you cute?

The moment he walked in his brazen blue eyes shifted beneath his mask. Sticking to you like glue as you weave behind each of the VIP spaces with only the finest scotch in hand. Feeling his burning stare on the back of your head you do him last, fully expecting to be halted from returning to your post. You were right to do so as he pulls at your suit, holding you in place as you were still bent down in a motion to pour into his cup.

“Sit, cutie. No need to be scared.”

He smirks when he says that. Clenching the silken fabric in between his polished fingertips until you did exactly that. Sitting beside him on the plush couch surrounded by exotic women and men painted in the patterns of seductive predators. Lifting you from the velvety seat into his lap, your bottom comes to rest on the crux of his crotch; already exposed by the widened stance of his legs.

Throughout the games Touya holds you firm as he bucks his hips, causing you to bounce at the force. He holds you firmly by the hips rubbing tentatively as the contestants begin to fight. At this time he’s not really focused on the games. You know this because you feel the rough heated lips against the skin of your neck. His hands begin to wander as he squeezes the meat of your thighs, your stomach, your chest–he helps himself to all of it. But he still proposes his commentary, a little preoccupied but willing to participate.

“Mmmm~Tastes good…I’m guessing 56 isn’t going to make it. They have that ugly look that dead people get already.”

Touya despite his protests to his friends does get interested. Only holding you tight to his chest as he watches the show. Sucking his teeth in your ears as he watches a bet of his go down the drain. Sometimes his hands slip into your suit but only to rub against the warm texture of your skin. If you didn’t know any better you’d say his touch was loving

You admit you get comfortable, trading your stiffness for relaxed leisure as you let your body meld into Touya’s. The Front Man may send you a look but the moment you move to straighten up your VIP yells at your boss.

“Oi don’t you dare look at them! They're busy pleasing me, so just turn around and do your job.”

For some reason, he really hates the Front Man as he insults and throws his glass near the masked man’s head. You don’t flinch but you silently hope that the VIP’s behavior isn’t attributed to you. As if to calm your nerves the patron underneath you held you tighter, shifting his position to cradle you against the lying seat.

“Oi better not fire them! I better see them next time I come around.”

And he does. Immediately calling you to his side when he does show up to watch the Squid Game. He touches you without restraint; as if actually missing you for the year you were apart. Despite how much he seems to indulge in you he never wishes to disappear with you, not until his fifth visit. That was the first time he led you away from the main viewing room; smirking as his friends jeered.

“Oooh Dabi and the cutie are slipping away! But your going to miss the big final!”

“Piss off.”

“Ooooo so possessive?”

The fifth time is also the time he makes his proposal promise. He kisses you like a starving animal, wild without reason as he devours you. He would take off your mask but his gaze keeps drifting to the different decor of the room. He knows you two are being watched. In between moans and groans he proposes a change of space.

“Why-ah-don’t we take this back to my place~!”

You protest adamantly that you must stay…how else were you supposed to collect your check? Even going so far as to pin it on your superior, who was the only one who could actually shift some weight in place of the host. He growls and you yip letting your hands grip the grooves of the golden-dusted wall.

In the panting exhaustion that concludes you vaguely register the off-handed musing that comes from behind. With a tone that only wished for death, he spoke through his teeth and under his breath making your skin raise into a tizzy of goosebumps.

“...tter say, yes. Or I’ll burn the prude myself.”

You both worry and praise his departure. Even so, you find your inner self swooning at the way his crystal orbs look at you through his wolf mask with an uncontained want. Flicking away to glare at the Front Man. You have the sneaking suspicion that his sixth visit will be your last…that is if you aren’t dead before then.

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ghoularaki · 4 months

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w3lc0me t0 th3 fr3aksh0w <3 | 1

↠ summary: Your ex-boyfriend not satisfied with how the relationship ended comes back to teach you a lesson its best to keep your mouth shut. Some secrets are best left unspoken.

↠ word count: 4,871

↠ pairing: todoroki touya x reader, takami keigo x reader, geten x reader

↠ genre/warnings: angst, smut, college/dark web au, DARK CONTENT, yandere! dabi, bullying, asphyxiation. NSFW (morning sex, riding, slight dubcon, unprotected sex)

↠ a/n: geten fuckers unite

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Smoke filled the room, a cigarette perched between Geten’s lips. Leaned against the propped up pillows, his hands clamped onto your stuttering hips. Dressed in just a tank top and a pair of flimsy panties adorned with tiny, black skulls he pulled to the side, his eyes don’t leave your bouncing tits.

Little moans left you as you kept a fast pace. Your pussy was filled to the brim with his cock. This morning, Geten woke you up with a hand down your panties, fiddling with your clit. Still sore from last night, you easily opened for him, tilting your hips so his deft fingers drifted to your aching hole. Not one to ignore your wants, his hand slipped down to shove two fingers inside you. Pumping them against your walls, he made a comment about how wet you were for him already.

Impatient, Geten flipped you both over so you sat on his lap. Shimming down his sweatpants, he pulled his hardening cock out. He grabbed one side of your waist and guided you down onto him. A squeaked left you at his length entering you with little prep.

Eyes bleary, you stared at Geten’s cocky, but content face.

“You’re so easy.”

A whimper tumbled out from the degrading words. You were so easy for him, but who could blame you when he always put your needs above his.

You nodded in agreement, “Please.”

One of the hands on your hips drifted up to your throat. Circling around the column, he brought you closer to his face. Eyes bouncing to his lips, Geten repeated the motion. Leaning up towards you, he encompassed your lips, working in tandem. Mutual moans interrupted the kiss. Resting your head on his shoulder, you burrowed into his long, dove-white hair. The hand on your throat migrated to the back of your neck to bring you closer to him.

Glancing down, you spot the alarm clock on his side table.

“Shit!” You had class in ten minutes.

Your shout startled him, “What?”

You spring away from him and try to pry yourself away from his grip but he only clamped down on you and thrusted his pelvis up. “G-geten, stop, I have class in like ten minutes.”

“That’s enough time.”

Instead of letting you go, he planted his feet on the bed and thrusted up with fervor. The shock of him slamming into you had you collapsing onto his chest.

Your hands scrambled to grab onto something. You wrapped your arms around his neck, clutching on as he rocked you up and down. “I-I’m going to be l-late, please!”

A loud moan left you as his thumb made its way to your clit and he angled his cock to hit the spongy spot inside you. He repeatedly hit it while swirling and twiddling your clit.

“Shut up and take it. The less you complain, the faster I can make you cum,” His voice had a gravelly tone to it as he also approached his release.

“D-don’t be a dick.”

He only hummed in response. The sound of slapping skin filled the room with your squelching cunt. His hips stuttered as he got closer. You squirmed against him as you tried to reach your climax with him. His hand moved down and pinched your clit.

Whining, you cum onto him and he followed, filling you up to the brim. Your breath hitched at the warmth painting your walls. Sagging against him, Geten started petting your hair.

Your eyes looked down to see you now only had two minutes to get to class.

“Ugh, you’re such a prick!” You screeched at him as you pulled yourself off his softening dick.

Shivering at the cooling cum slipping down your thighs, you kept going, “You know that I told you it is the first day and I’m going to be so late.”

Geten raised his arms to lean against them while staying on the bed, not even offering to help you get ready. “You weren’t complaining while cumming on my cock.”

Whipping around, you glared at him as you took off your underwear and threw it at him. He caught it with ease and pocketed it in his sweatpants he put back onto his hips.

Running into the bathroom, you quickly sat on the toilet and shoved new underwear over your thighs. Washing your hands, you muttered to yourself how you were going to fucking stink of sex.

The bed groaned as Geten got up and grabbed you a spare skirt you kept at his apartment. While you brushed your teeth, he tapped your thighs and you stepped into the clothing as he pulled it over your hips and zipped it up.

Spitting into the sink, you grabbed the hoodie Geten handed you and threw your bag over your shoulder. Swiping your boots, you hopped as you tied up one and the same with the other. As you raced to the door, Geten grabbed your upper arm and pulled you to him.

“Geten,” You said, exasperated.

He gripped your jaw and kissed you, finally releasing you. “Have fun.”

Rolling your eyes, you waved him off and ran out of his apartment towards the university. Thank god he lived close enough if you ran you would only be fifteen minutes late. Flipping your bag towards you, you pulled your flip phone out from the front pocket.

The little charms clattered together as it opened with a click. Beeps chirped from the device as you opened your messages to see Toga had texted you.

bitch where r u ?!

from: lil psycho

sent 8:01 AM

Texting and running, you glanced up from your phone to make sure no one was in front of you.

uhh about 10 mins, geten was being an asshole

from: scene qween >:3

sent 8:06 AM

As the main building enters your view, you slipped past the people to swing the door open with more force than needed. Another beep came from your phone but you pocketed it into your backpack once more. As you flew by the people in the halls, you swore you heard whispers of your name and lingering eyes. Waving it off, you continue to the elevator.

Once inside, you rested your head against the wall, thankful no one else joined you. You watched the numbers go up until you hit the third floor. The door barely opened up when you snuck through them sideways. You spy the door and go for the one in the back. At the top of the lecture hall, you slipped to the back and sat right next to Toga.

The room juts up like tiers stacked on a cake, students scattered around the tables like decorations. Toga stared at you while you shily made your way in, closing the door softly in hopes to not be seen by the professor. Scooting yourself onto the chair Toga saved for you, you slumped onto the table and plopped your bag on the floor.

“So what did I miss?”

Toga slapped your arm and you sucked in the yelp.

“Bitch, why the fuck are you so late?” She seethed under her breath.

You rolled your eyes, “I told you, Geten was being a dick.”

Toga gave you a coy smile, “Was he being a dick or were you on his—”

Pretending to gag, you stopped her before she could continue that thought. “Eww, don’t say that!”

A throat clearing interrupted you both, snapping your head up, the professor raised his brow at you two. “Are you ladies done?”

“Yessir,” You mumbled while Toga huffed.

Snickering pulled you from your shame. Targeting the sound, you see Shigaraki laughing at you, an aisle down. He kept eye contact as he smirked at you. You rolled your eyes to see Toga also annoyed by him.

“He’s so freaking creepy, and he wonders why people think he’s a school shooter.”

Shigaraki’s jaw clicked. He definitely heard that. You had no qualms with the recluse man at all. If anything you would call him an acquaintance, but sometimes he was so up his own ass, it made it hard to like and defend him.

“Toga!” You bit out, “You don’t just say that.”

“Buzzkill.” She paused for a moment, almost like she didn’t know how to articulate her thoughts. “Anyway, speaking of school shooters, did you hear the news?”

Your brows pinched in confusion, “What news?”

Toga faced twisted into a grimace and shifted her eyes to the side. “Dabi’s back.”

Cold water splashed over you. Of course you knew this. Who didn’t know about Dabi coming back to school despite everything. You just didn’t expect it to be so soon.

Wiping your sweaty hands over your skirt, you simply nodded and turned back to the lecture. Taking the hint, Toga left you alone. Blood pumped in your ears as dread infiltrated your system. Dabi being back, especially on campus, meant there was nothing saving you from him anymore. And after what you had done, you were sure he wouldn’t be happy.

The rest of class, your leg bounced with anxiety, rattling the table. Your eyes bounced between the clock and the door. A route to avoid the main campus filled your head.

A loud sound of the professor clapping his hands together pulled you from your stupor. Charged up on adrenaline, you masked the need to hide under the table and cover your ears from the sudden sound.

“That completes class, remember to look at the syllabus—”

Before he could finish the words, you grabbed your bag and tossed it over your shoulder. Toga opened her mouth to say something but you were already out the door. The door swung open and it slammed behind you with an audible clank.

Threading your other arm through the bag, you looked left and right, deciding to keep left. Not going the same way you came in, you stuck to the walls. Glancing frantically around you, for any signs of black hair, you reached behind you and lifted the hood over your face. Further you went, the less you saw of other students.

Opening another door, you leaned your head to make sure no one was present. Deeming it safe, you go through the door to the staircase. No one really used this stairwell as it mainly led to the basement. Racing down the three flights of stairs, your heart pounded in your throat. Despite there being no one behind you, it felt like there was a presence lurking behind any corner. Them just waiting to snatch you up.

Shaking off the paranoia, you continue down the hallways of the photography wing. The only people that come here are photography majors waiting for their film to develop and the janitors. Nodding your head at the one that was currently mopping the floor, you go to the door leading outside.

Squinting your eyes at the bright sun, you clutched further onto your backpack. Your phone beeped in your bag, but you ignored it. It was most likely Toga. You weren’t in the headspace to talk to her. Not until you were safe in your dorm room.

Your boots slapped against the pavement. Peering from under your hood, you saw nothing out of the ordinary. Your phone beeped again. Hitching your bag higher, you kept a fast pace. If you didn’t want to seem like a lunatic, you would have started running ages ago. Sucking in a breath, you kept going.

Passing other dorms, you slowed down a little as you were on the right street. Taking a right, you finally met with your building. Other students hung out in the nearby parking lot, but you paid no mind to them. Swinging the door open, you continued on. Going through the foyer, there were people already at the tables with books spread around them. Walking to the elevator, you pressed the up button. After a moment the elevator arrived with a ding.

As you walked in, you turned around to hit the third level, through the closing line you swore you saw Keigo amongst the crowd. Shuttering, you stumbled further into the elevator until your back hit the wall. You rubbed your eyes, there was no way he would be in the same dorm building. You two were completely different majors and he was two years above you.

Waving it off as your nerves getting the best of you and not sleeping well last night, you swallowed the terror. Shuffling through the hall until you met the second to last dorm on the left, you paused. Swinging your bag to your front, you pulled out your keys and your phone. Prioritizing getting in the door, you grasped your phone in your palm while stabbing the keys in the lock. Twisting it with a small struggle, you were finally in your room.

Securely away from campus, you sighed in relief. Luckily, your roommate must have still been in class. Twisting the lock behind you, you swung your back on your bed that was to the right along with your designated desk. Plopping down on your chair, you opened your laptop.

Your phone buzzed again. Now annoyed, you flipped it open with vigor. You had three messages: one from Toga, another from Geten and then an unknown number.

Ignoring the ones from Toga and Geten—you can answer later—you went straight for the unknown number. The buttons lit up when you clicked onto the message.

miss me doll?

from: unknown

sent 9:21 AM

Gasping, you slapped your phone shut and threw it away from you. Instinctively you tucked your legs to you on the chair and hugged them to your chest. Staring at your phone, you flinched when it buzzed again. A ping coming from your laptop had you yelp this time. In the corner of your eye, you spied a message from MySpace.

Your hand shook as you clicked on the notification to see it’s from your internet friend. You had been talking to her for a few months now. When you were at your lowest point, she had walked in your life and offered you a place to hide from your problems.

how did classes go ?!

from: killerkiko

sent 9:26 AM

Her message went unnoticed as you reached for your phone. Opening it back up, your face illuminated from the soft glow. The text stared back at you. Knowing it will only be a temporary solution, your phone beeped twice as you blocked his new phone number.

Through your panic, your webcam blinked red. Someone enjoying the show you unknowingly gave them.

~*~

The next day came too quickly. Yesterday you spent the rest of the day hiding in your room. In your spare time, you talked with your friend and posted photos of yourself. Rapidly, you became kind of popular on MySpace. You and Toga were well known within a niche space of people with common interests. You weren’t arrogant enough to call yourself famous in the slightest, but your photos and videos got some traction.

Though, your laptop annoyed you more than anything. While you were still friends with Keigo he had installed a different router to ensure safety after a minor stalker incident. Nothing too major, just a freak found out your location and threatened to leak it. Ever since he installed it though, everything ran slowly.

“Stop complaining,” He rolled his eyes at you with a lopsided grin.

Despite being a jock, he surprisingly was good at technology. Anytime you had problems with your computer or phone, he was the person you went to.

But after what happened, that kindness no longer extended towards you. To say you were isolated from the friend group would be an understatement. At least you still had Toga.

“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to be late, again?” Your roommate sassed you.

From her bed, she had a nose in a book. Peering from over the edge, she raised a brow at you. Waving off her attitude, you walked out the room.

“Don’t forget my snack, you owe me!” She shouted into the hallway.

“Yeah, yeah!” You replied and then muttered, “You’re welcome.”

Luckily, your classes for today were later in the day. Being able to sleep in today was a blessing. Taking your time, you leisurely walked to the business building. Majoring in business was the least of your interest, but your parents were relentless.

Still taking the back routes, you felt a little safer. From the message you got yesterday, Dabi was definitely on the lookout for you.

Someone clearing their throat made you jump and snap your head towards them. Crossing the fork in the walkway, Shigaraki shuffled to you. Inwardly, you groaned. What possibly could he want.

Walking together, you remained silent, waiting for his typical snarky quip. Strangely, he didn’t say a word as you two went into the building. Going towards the stairwell, you decided to avoid elevators for now. Before you could though, Shigaraki grabbed your upper arm and guided you to the elevator.

You struggled out of his grip, “W-what are you doing?”

Dragging you with him, Shigaraki let you go once you two were in the confined space. Ripping away from him, you rubbed away his surprisingly strong grasp. Hitting the number two, you waited for Shigaraki to hit the button he needed. His hands stayed stuffed in the black hoodie he always wore, hood up. He did nothing, so you shrugged it off.

“You want to tell me why you kidnapped me?” You asked sarcastically.

“If I wanted to kidnap you, I wouldn’t have done it so publically.” He side-eyed you.

Staring at his peripheral, you snipped, “You know what I meant, asshole.”

“Always the attitude. Can’t I walk with my dearest friend,” He had a lilt to his voice as he twisted his neck to give you a creepy smile.

Used to him, you didn’t think twice about his wide grin displaying all his blunt teeth. “You want something.”

The doors opened, metal scrapping together. You both walked out. While you went to the right, Shigaraki went the other way.

“I always want something.” He called over his shoulder.

Shuddering at his cryptic words, you continued to class. Once you reached the door it hit you that Shigaraki wasn’t a business major and had no reason to be in this building. Connecting the dots, you gave a little smile. Despite being a dick, he had his moments.

~*~

Making it out of the building after back to back classes, you were exhausted. Heading to your dorm, you screamed as someone tackled you with a hug. Whipping your head you saw Toga attached to you. Pushing her off, you slapped her arm.

“You scared me!”

“Geez! No need to hit me,” She pouted.

Not being able to stay mad at her for too long, you threaded your arm with hers. “What is with people ambushing me today.”

She raised a brow at you in question.

Leading her to your dorm, you answered, “Shigaraki decided not to be an asshole and walked me to class.”

While walking, Toga redirected you towards the main building. Subtly you tried to go back to the path, but she strengthened her hold.

“I told you, he doesn’t suck that bad.”

“Himeko.”

“I’m hungry,” She whined. “Plus, you can’t hide forever. Do you think Dabi of all people is actually attending his classes?”

Tilting your head in contemplation, “You do have a point. I also promised Ayame a snack, so might as well.”

“And you have me to protect you!” She cuddled up to your neck.

Giggling, you placed your head on top her’s, “Oh my darling knight what would I do without you.”

“For one, starve to death.”

Rolling your eyes at her, you moved your head as you braced yourself for the cafeteria. With bated breath, you opened the heavy doors with Toga in tow. Like a cornered animal, you surveyed your surroundings for danger and any escape route. Not spotting a tuft of dyed black hair or dirty blond had you letting out a stuttering exhale.

Peering at the line for real food, you changed your mind. You weren’t that hungry anyway.

“I’m going to just get some snacks from the vending machine. I’ll meet you outside.”

Toga furrowed her brows, “Are you sure?”

Bumping her shoulder with yours, you simpered, “Yeah, you know how I am.”

The petite girl obviously didn’t believe you, but waved you away. Being the social butterfly she was, Toga cut into line to converse with some people she knew. A girl with brown hair smiled at her and welcomed her into her place. With bubbly laughs flowing into the air, you walked further into the room.

Gaggles of fluctuating conversations followed you as you hurried towards the doors outside. The crowds were stifling. Anywhere within the people Dabi could jump out and swallow you whole. Grasping the door, you push the doors open into the courtyard. Around the garden laid tables with a few students scattered about. Turning to the side, you kept under the awning towards the vending machines.

Pulling your wallet from your baggy pants, chained to your belt loop, you scooped some coins for your snacks and Ayame’s. Your back to the students, you shivered. Rubbing the nape of your neck, a chill ran down your spine as if you were being watched.

Shaking, you quickened your pace. It could be nerves, but you rather not gamble. Slotting your coins inside the metal mouth, you reached your arm down to grab your drink. Repeating the same for two bags of chips. Clinking together in your palm, you shoved your change into your wallet. Hands full, you tucked your drink under your arm while walking, plopping your wallet back in your pants.

Dead leaves crunched under your boots. Shuffling over to the empty table under a tree, you brushed away the leaves displayed across the table. Letting your snacks spill over the top, you sat down with a huff. Bending over, you unzipped your back to put Ayame’s chips so Toga doesn’t steal them. A heavy weight had the seat sink next to you.

Sighing, you said, “I was really hoping you wouldn’t see—”

Your heart stuttered.

Cold enveloped you in a cruel embrace.

“Hoping I wouldn’t see what?” Slumping his posture to establish eye contact, gold ate your own irises.

“K-keigo.”

A sly, lopsided grin parted his lips. From his smile, his sharp canine caught your eye. Leaning his cheek on his palm, he rested his elbow on the table.

“Aww don’t be like that, Y/n, we are closer than that, aren’t we?”

You scowled at him. He knew damn well, you weren’t going to call him by his first name and the audacity he has to call you by yours was asinine.

“What do you want, Keigo.”

Though you wanted to look around you for either Toga or Dabi, you dared not to break the power play he began.

“Can’t eat with my darling friend?” Before you could correct him that he didn’t have anything, he opened your chip bag and munched on your food.

Deepening your glower, you reached for your food but he snatched it away from your grasp. In the earlier days, you would have followed his hand by tackling him, but you refused any skin contact with him.

“Fine.”

Despite your heart pounding in your eyes, you were done with his antics. Grabbing your drink that still wasn’t opened, you go to stand up, but overly warm hands gripped your shoulders and slammed you back onto the bench.

Your teeth clattered together in your mouth from the force. One of the hands snaked around your neck, forcing your head into a firm stomach. A pointer finger tilted your chin up with such strength your throat strained. Cold rings bit into your thin skin.

Blue consumed you. Liquid fire poured into your terrified visage. Dabi gave away no emotion as you shook under his palm. A bunny captured by a wolf, prey eyes stared down the canines begging to satiate their hunger.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His pierced, thin brow raised in question.

Words caught in your larynx.

A laugh is heard from the side reminding you Keigo hadn’t left. “Aww the poor girl. Just look at her, man, she looks like she’s going to piss herself.”

Dabi doesn’t break his gaze with your watering eyes, a grin spread on his scarred cheeks. “You’re right. The little snitch is gonna make a mess of herself. Aren’t ya, princess?”

He moved his finger and thumb to pinch your cheeks, and shook your head. “But I think she’s more upset we disturbed her lunch.”

Tearing you from his trance, he glanced at Keigo and nodded his chin at the drink still in your hand. He ripped it from your slacked fingers and cracked the cap open with a swift twist. Keigo handed the now open bottle to Dabi who released your shoulder to grab it. He tapped it to your lips.

Scared, knee knocking together, you sucked your lips and shook at your head. Dabi only gripped your harder, shoving your head upwards. Fingertips dug into your mandible, prying your mouth open.

“Drink up.”

With no remorse, he poured the sweet juice down your throat. Hastily, you swallowed, but the man above you didn’t stop. The drink spilled from the corners of your mouth. Coughing it back up, it went up your nose, effectively choking you. You squirmed to free yourself, but he had you by your throat—quite literally. Your feet kicked up the grass beneath you as your hands went up to pull the bottle from your mouth, but Keigo grabbed them and slammed your wrists to the table.

Choking down all you could, the flood of juice finally stopped. Throwing the bottle somewhere to the right of him, Dabi never let go of your throat as you sputtered and harshly inhaled all the air you could. Gagging, you tried not to throw up on yourself.

Unable to fall forward, you sagged into the man behind you. He welcomed it. Mouth agape and spit dribbling from your bottom lip, you were already exhausted.

“Hmm I’m already done with my chips,” Keigo spoke up, watching what unfolded in front of him with keen eyes.

Your eyes blearily rolled over to him, a glare quivering on your face. He balled up the wrapper. Just as you thought he was going to litter like Dabi, he shoved the trash into your open mouth. As you were going to spit it out, Dabi slapped his hand over your mouth.

“Maybe this will teach you not to run your filthy mouth,” Dabi sneered above you.

Tears streaming down your face, your brows pinched upwards in desperation. Nostrils flaring, you resisted the urge to swallow as saliva built in your palate.

A slam of plastic hitting the table caused you to jump and see Toga glaring down at Dabi and Keigo.

“What are you doing?’

Dabi huffed and shrugged, “Just talking to my girlfriend.”

Now glaring too, you struggled further to get out of his grasp. Keigo went to tug your arms down but Toga snipped.

“Don’t.”

He raised his hands up in defense, “Whoa, don’t need to get pissy with me.”

With Keigo distracted, you clawed at Dabi’s wrists and tried to pry him away. He gripped your neck tight, so tight, your eyes bulged.

Silver flashed as Toga jumped half way on the table to slash at Dabi with a hidden pocket knife. Before she could land a hit, Keigo gripped her arm and swiftly tugged it down.

“Are you trying to get arrested?” Keigo seethed.

Toga kept her gaze on Dabi, pupils blown and bobbling with frenzy. Taking the hint, Dabi pulled away and you doubled over, coughing out both spit and the wrapper in your mouth. Keigo then also released Toga. Discreetly, she flipped her knife back into its hilt and shoved it into her pocket.

Placing his hand on the table, Dabi leaned over you and sneered into your ear, “I’m not finished with you.”

Eyes wide, you barely processed his words as you traced the details of his hand adorned with thick rings. Nails still painted with chipped, black paint. Intricate and darkly shaded bones tracing his own cartilage to cover some of the old burn scars.

He hasn’t changed one bit.

Somehow that both comforted and terrified you. With a bite to your ear, Dabi departed from your trembling frame. Keigo was soon to follow.

Rapidly, Toga took where Keigo sat and rubbed your back.

“This might be stupid to ask, but are you okay?”

Shakingly nodding, you croaked, “That went better than you I thought it would.”

Toga laughed, “You crazy bitch.”

Shrugging, you slumped into her form and shut your eyes. “At least he didn’t kill me.”

“He still might.”

Nodding once more, you agreed with her. Despite her words sounding like a joke, she was completely and utterly serious.

Dabi has killed before and he would do it again. Even—especially—when it came to you.

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