Just A Name (Yandere Dabi X Reader)

Just a Name (Yandere Dabi x Reader)

Ttile: Just a Name (Yandere Dabi x Reader)

Word Count: 400

Synopsis: Request for “Dabi and the prompt ‘Just tell me their name and I’ll make this all better.’?”

Notes: Yandere, violence 

You press your back against the wall, but the chilled winter air seeping through the poor insulation does little to comfort you when the source of your growing fear and anxiety is taking yet another slow, deliberate step closer.

“Babe,” Dabi says, drawing the nickname out in a syrupy way that he knows crawls under your skin. “I’m not asking for much here, am I? Tell me his name.”

You shake your head swiftly, staring down at the old carpet. “No.” 

Dabi stretches his arms out with a deceptive laziness, pressing his palms flat against the wall and effectively pinning you in place. Not that he needed more than his intense gaze to keep you rooted to the spot.

“I love your spirit,” he says, “But know I’m only so patient. Make this easier on yourself and maybe I won’t have to get nasty this time, yeah?”

At that, you look up, helpless. “Please,” you say, “Please don’t–I don’t want you to hurt him.”

Dabi scoffs and his expression darkens. “Why? Still in love with this asshole?” You can feel heat begin to rise around you and you shiver in fear. 

“No!” You say swiftly, desperately. You feel the itch of an old burn scar, the remnant of the last time Dabi felt jealous of an old ex and demanded you hand over his name. You’d refused, up until Dabi got nasty, and you’d spilled out his name among sobs of pain. The name of an old ex that was, as Dabi delighted in telling you when he’d returned from his little ‘mission,’ now nothing but charred ashes blowing in the wind.

You feel sick to your stomach and can’t stop tears from spilling over.

“I just… I don’t want anyone else hurt because of me.”

The thought of being the cause of someone else’s pain and suffering, and the thought of your own suffering, emotional and physical, causes the dam to break. You begin to sob, openly, instinctively leaning into Dabi for comfort as you’d learned to do. You can do little more than mumble incoherent begging–please, please, please–as his warm hands wrap around you.

You feel him rub your back; his hands were both soothing and terrifying, a threat and a comfort, and your mind tries to grapple with the unsteady grey space you’re thrust into as he holds you.

He leans in close, his breath tickling your ear. You feel goosebumps crawling up your arm as he presses his lips against your earlobe. “Just tell me their name and I’ll make this all better.”

Yandere Katsuki Bakugou / Dynamite Headcanons

Warnings: Yandere tendencies (possessiveness, kidnapping, forced affection, etc.), cussing, tracking device, mentions of handcuffs/chains, mention of untreated trauma, injury mentions, killing, knocking out/drug mention, and that's all. Please tell me if I missed anything!!

Authors Note: do not own this character! Nor do I don't approve of yandere's behavior in real life. All the characters I write are aged up: to 21 or older. Thank you for the request. I had a lot of fun writing Katsuki! Sorry if this is a bit short or less detailed, I was writing this while in the docters office.

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Request(ed?): Yes! - Hello Love!! Hope you're okay and safe. Could you please do bakugou as your yandere? The same anon you did for overhaul, I loved it, and your writing is so descriptive, wish you the best. Love ya <333 – submitted by anonymous.

Bakugou Katsuki is a different man from when he was in high school; he's still short-tempered, aggressive, and semi-confident, but he's nicer, at least to the other heroes. He can have a conversation with Deku, Shoto, and Ingenium. But he's still harsh, not afraid to yell at someone to fuck off or glare at them to zip it.

Due to Katsuki's background and untreated trauma, he tends to have high amounts of trust issues. He would only fall for you if you were someone he knew for a long period of time (3-6 years of friendship) or knew him in UA High School. There’s a high chance you would be a doctor, seeing him come in quite often with many, many bruises and cuts. You’d help him bandage him after a rough battle on a mission, or you could be a high secretary, working at his agency, working closely with him.

His obsession slowly unhinges when he starts to realize he’s in love with you, which turns into an emotional wreck. Everything is triggering to him: more threats/glares and chaos all around his agency. Kirishima or Shoto has to calm him down before he breaks a chair again. Not that he hates the idea of love you, but he hates why he feels this way: anxiety rolling all over his body whenever he sees you leave or go on a date. Slowly, he starts to realize that you need a real man, someone who can take care of you and make sure you're okay.

He would only kidnap you if it’s the last option on the table, either you start dating someone else, decide to quit working for him, or get hurt pretty badly (ex. Broken bones, concussion, needing stitches, etc.). Though, that’s a rare chance, even though he’s very possessive, he’s scared that you’ll hate him or change your opinion of him. Which causes him to do a semi-normal approach and try to create more than a friendship with you.

If he does kidnap you, he most likely will drug you. He’d invite you over to his house, telling you he cooked too much food and wanted you to have some. Once you come over and start to eat, you notice he hasn’t eaten, slowly falling out of consciousness as you pass out.

He baby-proofs the whole house, making sure everything is tight and secured, not wanting you to get hurt. You're even allowed to roam free around the house you share; however, he does keep a firm lock on everything that you could escape from. He also implanted a tracker into your neck when you were knocked out, which leads to him knowing your location 24/7 in case you (somehow) did run away/escape.

Even though he loves you to death, he is not beyond killing people if they get in his way, including your family members, partners, or someone flirting with you. All he cares about is you and having you.

His yandere behavior is possessive, overprotective, and violent. He tends to follow you around like a lost puppy, holding you, kissing, and biting your neck gently whilst mumbling ‘I love you and only you’. He's very expressive on how he loves you, telling you he loves you while making direct eye contact or having his arms around you.

The way he shows his affection is awkward at first, as he grew up in a household that was loud and obnoxious; he didn't really care to get hugged or kissed on, so once he brings you into your home; he's on you 24/7. He loves holding hands with you, hugging you, kissing your face, cheeks, and shoulders. He craves physical touch and mostly keeps him at bay whenever he's had a hard day.

Out of everything, he's not the worst, as long as you follow his rules. If you do act obedient, (don’t try to run away or break out), you get all the things you want/or like. If you're into reading, you have a whole room dedicated to books, along with a big window that can only be opened with a remote control button. Gaming? You have a full setup, with rainbow LED lights and 3 monitors. He will spoil you rotten, loving on you, and reminding you that you belong to him and him only.

But, if you decide to break his rules, he tends to get a bit aggressive with you. He locks you in a room, removing everything you liked and only leaving the mattress, a hanging light bulb, and thin clothes. He wouldn’t talk to you, only glaring at you once he delivers food and water (2 times) twice a day. Once you've craved enough: crawling back at him, he'll accept it, but he will keep an eye on you more than last time.

He never hurts you (physically). If he does get irritated by you, either you yelling at him to let you go, or you did something to cause a (big) reaction out of him: he leaves the room, breaking the door in process; not that he doesn’t mean too, he just gets pissed off that you don’t seem to understand that you need him, that everyone else is bad for you and you can rely on him.

Even though he lashes out sometimes, he’s super gentle with you; almost if he raises his voice, you’ll shatter like glass. He tries his hardest not to yell at you or around you, fearing you’ll change your opinion of him. His dream with you is to be dependent on him, holding him after a long day of work. However, only a man's patience can last so long.

As long as you keep to his expectations (being good), he would love you and wouldn't ever hurt you. Sadly, you'll slowly start to give into him, causing you to be dependent on him, which is what he has and always wanted.

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Heyy, can I request sfw and nsfw relationship headcanon about natsu with a fem s/o pls? Thank you!

I tried not to make this too long-

Natsu(SFW)

Natsu is actually pretty easy-going with this relationship thing, even though he was totally anxious at first. He gets used to it faster than you thought. Apparently, Natsu will start to relax around you a lot more since you’re his girlfriend. He was way more up tight when you were just his crush, and the conversations weren’t even conversations

Natsu is always taking you out to eat, as dates too. The dates are always some place he knows really well, nowhere fancy really. He really just wants to spend time with you when he can, he’s always taking quests. If you do join his group though, he’d be super excited about going with you. 

Natsu will certainly brag about you, especially to Grey. “Check out my girlfriend, she’s so strong.” Natsu will actually want to go on quests with just you sometimes, wanting to be your main support. Natsu DOES back you up, he can get real scary if he sees you get hurt. He knows you can take care of yourself but he’s the backup.

Natsu doesn’t get jealous, well that’s what Natsu said. He’s gotten jealous plenty of times. Maybe he can’t point out that emotional response of his. Natsu is also possessive, he doesn’t want anyone to have you now that you’re his. Natsu considers you his long-lost mate. 

Natsu is big on PDA, he finds the hand-holding so adorable. When he sees you reaching for his hand or hesitating to grab it, he immediately intertwines his fingers with yours. Natsu gives playful kisses, he wants you to laugh and smile. That’s what Natsu wants to bring you - Happiness. That’s what he wants affection to be like for both of you, comfortable and not afraid to be affectionate.

Natsu loves to spoon you, or have your legs draped over one another. Natsu also hugs your waist sometimes as he starts to doze off. Cuddling also allows him to take in your scent. Your scent surprisingly always drives him crazy when he hasn’t seen you in a while. Wanting nothing but to hold you close and forget about the days activities.

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Natsu will be rough, that’s for sure. He tries to be gentle but stuff like this drives him crazy. You two being intimate surely sets off his dragon instincts. Natsu surely wants to breed you, though he has a thing for seeing his cum on your stomach, face, chest, or back. He sees this as claiming you as his, and no one else’s. 

Natsu has a thing for your ass, thighs, and chest. Your chest is something he can mark up and there’s not a spot that his lips hasn’t touched on your chest. He also marks up your thighs when he goes down on you. He enjoys the sight of the purple marks on your thigs and chest. Natsu appreciates your clothes as they hug your ass, he has to look away as soon as he sees you in such clothing. 

Natsu normally goes into heat, no biggie. Like any other dragon, he’s feral and rough isn’t even the word to say it. Even inch of the room smells like cum. Nobody has seen you in a week, and when they do see you, you can hardly walk. Even though it happens twice an year, it’s a time where you will be completely worn out.

Natsu has a bunch of kinks, breeding kink, dominance, gagging, impact play, and voyeurism. Natsu does like watching you gag on his fingers, the noise turns him on. Face it, Natsu will always be the one in control. Natsu does enjoys a tiny bit of impact play, but only slapping butts. He would never hurt you or try to force anything on you. So, Natsu does set boundaries. 

Natsu loves when you give him oral, your tongue feels good - too good. Natsu tries to hold back on the bucking if you don’t like it. Though, his instinct kicks in once in a while. Natsu doesn’t mind setting the pace. The way your mouth and lips takes his cock so well, drives him crazy. He forces your head down when he’s about to cum, letting out a gravely moan to express how good this orgasm feels. 

Natsu tries to go slow in love-making but he can’t help his need to be rough with you, manhandle you. Use you to his liking. Natsu has a lot of stamina, and will always last longer than you. Meaning you have no chance in making him cum before you do. 

Corsets and Blackmail [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Title: Corsets and Blackmail [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Synopsis: Dabi wants you in a corset. What Dabi wants, lately, Dabi gets.

Word Count: 1630

Notes: Yandere, implied noncon, mentions of body mods, improper use of a corset, very uncreative title

You inhale, eager to catch your breath, and you instantly regret it. The relief of a full breath is instantly replaced with an uncomfortable pressure, as he uses the moment to further tighten the corset he’d tossed at you earlier that afternoon. It took bribery, then outright threats, but you eventually agreed to let him put it on you.

Another decision you’re regretting.

“It’s not–” you try to exhale, to catch more breath. “It’s not supposed to be this tight.”

In response, he merely gives the bottom laces another firm tug, and you can feel the flesh of your hips underneath the leather squishing out, pushing in vain against the firm material that he’s tightened to a ridiculous degree.

You grunt, and squirm, but there’s nothing you can do about it. Your hands are pressed up against the wall, and you occasionally lean your forehead against n the cool material for support. But it’s not like you could fight Dabi off (you never could, even when you were actually dating and your fights were playful) and even if you could manage to get away from his grip, you’d never make it out of the room without a bruising grip and heated warning.

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Decided to do a part 2 (due courtesy of @an-ambivalent and @definitetrashlord for motivating me to even continue this series HEHE💖)

Pt. 1

Tw: manipulation, dubcon, language

It isn’t the cum that slides down your legs continuously, nor the black and blue marks that so obviously covers the expanse of your neck at all times, no.

It’s the constant surveillance you’re under, it’s the lack of conversation you get from your comrades, it’s the way you mold and shift for however he wants you to be that solidifies his hold on you.

The attack from three weeks ago feels like yesterday, the way he held your head up by your hair after he was done ruining you and crooned in your ear that you were his now, and you’d be suicidal if you continued to lash out on his godsent decision plays like a broken record in your head.

You can’t look him in the eyes now, only meekly staring at his feet when he orders you to stand in front of him. Sometimes he’ll circle you and invade in your personal space, standing behind you and leaning in close behind your ear, simply inhaling you and saying nothing. Other times when no one’s around he’ll lounge back on the couch with a beer in his hand, spreading his knees wide while he lazily orders you to dance for him, slowly stripping away your self esteem and clothes simultaneously.

He doesn’t seem to outwardly mind the silence that seeps from you anymore, now that he has your body and attention focused solely on him.

Even Tomura has stopped talking to you just for fun. He’ll try and make a snipe at you, fruitlessly expecting your once-usual comebacks, but all you can do is blearily smile at him.

It makes everyone uneasy how quickly you’ve been reduced to nothing.

You couldn’t leave even if you tried to. Your medical skills were too valuable to be rejected, and Dabi’s scrutinizing tabs on you wouldn’t allow for even a foot stepped outside if not for Shigaraki’s missions.

Even your meals are meager at best, mainly consisting of copious amounts of alcohol and shitty ambiguous burnt food that pops up on the counters randomly.

You feel dirty, like a disease-infested rat. No amount is showering from the dingy stalls, no amount of cheap soap bars wittled down on your body erases the feeling of being used.

Dabi has never been in more love than he has now.

He hopes you like the food he makes, secretly placing it on the bar counter seconds before you sit down. Sure, the food might be a little burnt, but it’s still your favorite right?

It doesn’t matter how expensive the shower products are, he thinks they smell nice and that they’d smell even better on you. Shigaraki can fuck off, he’s not spending too much revenue on his girl, it’s the bare minimum he can do to show you how much he appreciates you playing by his rules...even if he can never say it out loud.

And his favorite part at the end of every day is putting his surely-misplaced words of affection into action, where he can scream with his body against yours how long he’s wanted you for, how thankful he is to any deity that exists that you’ve been placed in his care.

Dabi might be in love, but he’s not stupid though.

He sees the way your body becomes more and more deteriorated, notices the small change of you hesitation to answer him, the way you can never truly look at him, how you retreat to his room more and more(your room has just become a guest room now after he burned all your belongings, rendering you completely dependent on him to supply you with scratchy clothes and feminine products, no matter how embarrassing it is for you). It’s so frustrating to him- you’re not actually doing anything wrong, but you’re not doing it right either. How long does he have to keep threatening you for? Why can’t you just be happy with him? At least pretend like he’s not the villain for once.

He just feels so passionately for you, a word he never thought would be used in his vocabulary. It all bottles up, and sometimes he feels like he isn’t expressing his feelings of love, jealousy at you not giving him enough attention at times, concern over your quiet demeanor, and wanting of you enough.

You’ve never been more broken than you are now.

If it wasn’t bad enough that you bend at his every beck and call, he expects you to understand his body language and cravings without him even saying anything, which is more so often than not. He just stares at you for so, so long. You originally tried to get up and leave after he dragged you over to the couch and plopped you down, but immediately stilled after smoke began curling from his wrists.

“What do you want?”

“Nothing.”

You look at him incredulously, but his lids are lowered at you as he smokes a blunt. And so you exhale in annoyance and run a hand through your hair, closing your eyes to avoid looking into his unnerving glacial eyes.

It’s too bad you don’t see the big red hearts in them that break when you turn away from him.

You’re just so pretty, how can you expect him not to stare?

He tries to get you to do weird things too when you guys are alone and he’s not plowing you into the mattress.

Once on a cool winter night a majority of the League was out hunting for recruits. Dabi, you, and Spinner had done your quotas already-or,rather, Dabi had yanked you by your wrist alongside him through the dark alleyways, growling at you to “Keep your mouth shut and let me do the talking. If I see you looking at any one of these trash kindlings I’ll burn the whole alley up and force you to watch”.

And so while the rest of the party was out, Spinner had mumbled something about needing to take a piss with a pointed glare from Dabi and you were left alone again with your...boyfriend?

He sits down on the crumbling leather and gives you a once over, not saying anything.

You fidget in place, thinking he was going to make you give him another slutty show.

Moments pass, and he snaps, “Well?”

“W-well what?”

“Are you just gonna stand there like some braindead bitch? Sit down.” He leers at you.

You drop into the loveseat at the other end, looking down at your lap. You can’t see his expression, but he scoffs in disbelief.

“Are you actually slow? Get the fuck over here, it’s cold as shit.”

And so you scooch over to him regrettably, knees touching with his as you squirm.

He leans forward and turns to face you, reaching out a hand to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. He notices you trembling and squeezing your eyes shut, so he stops midway.

He sits back again and as soon as you feel his presence retreat you let out our breath.

It hurts his heart to hear it.

You solely turn to face him when he doesn’t say anything, and he points to one of the grimy blankets strewn over the side of the tv. He grunts, and you catch his drift.

You get up to retrieve it, and hear his gravelly voice. “Get the remote too.”

When both items are brought back, Dabi snatches the blanket from you and drapes it over himself contentedly.

What am I, an errand girl?

He tosses the remote at you to your surprise, and you look at him with raised eyebrows.

He props his cheek against a fist and stares briefly at the tv.

You take your chances and press the on button on the remote.

The ancient monitor comes to life, and it takes a few minutes of scrolling through the channels and glancing at Dabi’s face to decide the appropriate one to watch. You settle on some old slasher finally after seeing the scowl on his face lessen at the sight of a rusted blade chopping through some guy’s shoulders.

It’s weird to be sitting there with your bully-turned-beau, watching a horror flick as if your relationship with him was normal. You’re surprised he hasn’t jumped your bones yet, it’s what he always wants to do these days as if you’re planning on leaving and it’s his last dying wish to fuck you.

But he does nothing except for sit there, gazing at the screen with unblinking eyes, bouncing his knee.

He wants you near him.

What, does he have to spell it out for you? Why do you think he even sat you next to him with a blanket and a shitty movie?

Dabi expected you to snuggle up to him the moment you say back down. It’s rather insulting that you haven’t so far, if he’s being honest. Why would a fire user like him need a blanket to keep warm? That was for you.

And the horror movie? The only reason he allowed you to put it on is because he wanted you to jump, scream, flinch-hell, do something so he can put an arm around you and tease you for being scared!

But you just sit there. Stock-still, like a deer caught in headlights. Hands in your lap, back straight up, it bothers him that you’re not relaxing around him.

“Aren’t you cold?” You jump at the break in silence.

Indeed it is cold, the chilly winter draft seeping through the crumbling foundations of the old bar. But you’d resist, not wanting to know where he was going with this.

“Uh, no, I’m good thanks.”

He looks at you like you’re crazy. “You’re literally shaking cold, doll. Come here.”

You turn to him beseechingly, very much not wanting to prolong this. “Dabi...”

You’re met with an icy glare.

And so you begrudgingly scoot closer to him, barely a few inches away. Gingerly picking up the corner of the blanket, you place it over your lap in a faux effort to warm yourself.

Dabi rolls his eyes when he sees this, and pulls you by your arms to fall against his chest.

You gasp lightly at how warm his torso is, and can’t help the shiver that passes over you.

Unable to stop yourself from chasing the warmth amidst the cold night, you huddle closer to him, pressing your palms against his chest to feel more of his heat.

He looks down at your head and gives the slightest twitch of his lips.

His heart swells, and he hopes you don’t hear how embarrassingly loud it’s pounding against your hands.

You slowly start melting in his hold, shifting your leg up adjoining his to seek out more heat, and it makes his cock twitch slightly. He likes you like this: pliant, easy, comfortable. He just wishes you’d talk more, and with less of that apprehension and fear in your eyes

Some minutes pass, the slasher fic having been ended and changing to a rom-com. Dabi doesn’t remember the last time he saw one of those. It must have been back when he was Touya, back when his mom would bake his favorite cookies and him and Fuyumi-chan and Natsu would chase each other around-

You stir in his arms, mumbling a bit from dozing off. Dabi gazes at you, wondering when the day would be when you bake him his favorite meals, when he gets to chase you around and make you giggle instead of chasing you like prey and making you scream.

He rubs up and down you arms soothingly with hot palms as you murmur and begin to wake up. You sit up from his chest and rub your eyes, yawning widely all the while.

It’s only when you focus on him smirking down at you that you jump back as if you’ve been electrocuted.

His smile drops at that.

You scowl at his proximity, mentally face-palming at how you could’ve been lulled to sleep so easily by this dickhead. It wasn’t even that cold, how could you have warmed up so easily to him?

A blast of icy air seemingly coming from nowhere settled over your bones and you shivered violently, rubbing your arms that were warm a minute ago.

Okay, maybe it was a bit cold. But you’d be damned if you willingly became vulnerable for him any more than you had to.

“Is someone tired?” He teased, his white teeth gleaming with his sickening grin.

“Whatever, I’m going to bed,” you mutter and avert your eyes, getting up to go upstairs.

“Good idea, I think I’ll come too.” You don’t need to turn around to hear the smug laughter in his voice, knowing full well that he was making fun of you.

You grumble and stalk upstairs with him right at your heels. At one point he lifts his gaze just to see your cute ass sashaying side-to-side with every step you took up.

He can’t help himself when he reaches a hand out and squeezes the flesh there, causing you to yelp and shoot up the stairs even faster.

Dabi shakes his head and snickers to himself, beelining after you to his quarters.

It’s a medium size-room, not meant for two people but that doesn’t stop him from cramming you in here every night.

You’re already glowering at his sheets, yanking them back and getting ready to dive in when a sudden thought strikes him.

“Have you eaten yet?” He leans against the door, arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

“Yes.” Comes your muddled answer from beneath the comforter.

You did not, in fact, eat anything for almost a day and a half. You couldn’t do it, your stomach was constantly in knots from his presence.

“Don’t lie to me,” his nostrils flare and he glares at you.

“I said I ate already.”

“Yeah? When exactly? ‘Cause if I remember right, i haven’t seen you leave my sight for almost 36 hours now, and none of that time includes when you ate.”

You stay silent, fuming underneath the covers. Why the hell was he so concerned about you? It pisses you off that he’s putting up a fake act of caring about you, just so that he feels less guilty about raping you.

He sighs and shifts to open the door. “Stop being such a bratty little shit. You were doing so well earlier, so keep it that way unless you wanna piss me off.”

Dabi turns the knob and takes a step out of the room. “I’ll ask you one last time before I choose myself- what do you wanna eat?”

“Eat shit.”

It’s so faint and muffled, but he hears it. His eyes widen marginally, his jaw clenches and the brass knob under his inflamed palm starts to steam and bubble.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“I said eat shit!” You throw the covers off and glare at him full on. “Stop pretending like you actually like me, or that you care about me. You’re a crazy fucking rapist, you’re not my father for gods’ sake, so stop trying to be this fake good person!”

The only sound around the room is your soft panting and the squeaking of bubbling metal. Then, it stop.

He steps forward, and speaks softly. “You want me to be the villain so bad?”

Another step forward, and you instinctively retract your legs from the edge of the bed.

“Fine. We’ll play your little game. You’re not leaving this room until I say so, or eating until I give you permission, since that’s what you wanted anyways. Wanna act like a stone cold bitch? Be my guest.”

His posture immediately relaxes, and his smug smile returns as he crosses the room to flip onto the bed.

You look at him in disbelief. “Are you kidding me?”

He turns over and scrolls through his phone.

There’s no way he’s serious. Is he actually planning on keeping you in this room? You’re already limited to the base as it is with him breathing down your back, no way in hell you’d tolerate even more confinement.

Just to check his bluff, you slowly slip off the bed and pad towards the door, one eye over your shoulder to check that he hadn’t turned around. But the second your hand outreaches for the disfigured blob of cooling metal on the door, a massive wave of blue flames lash out mere inches from your hand and between the knob.

You scream and clutch your hand, leaping backwards.

“What the fuck, Dabi?!”

He says nothing, but continues to smirk at his phone.

You take a deep breath and are about to try to open it again his his raspy voice calls out, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. My nursing skills aren’t as good as yours. And even if you do manage to sever your hand and try again, if you leave then I’ll personally make sure Shigaraki withdraws all your missions here on out.”

You pause at that, cursing under your breath. As much as you knew he’d never admit it to your face, your leader needed Dabi for long distance combat. He was the second most powerful member in the group, so his word was scripture after Shigaraki’s himself. He would do anything Dabi would say if it meant keeping him in the League. You, however, were expendable at the end of the day.

Sighing, you trudge your way back to the rickety bed, grumbling under your breath. He says nothing, simply continuing to scroll through his phone as if he didn’t blast hellfire at you seconds before.

Sleep did not come easily. Even after Dabi put his phone away, he didn’t press up against you like he usually did at night. The empty space behind you was growing colder and harder to ignore.

You tossed and turned for a couple minutes, contemplating what to do. Apparently he was serious when he said he wouldn’t let you leave the room until he said so. So when was he gonna give you the all-clear?

Your stomach rumbled loudly, and you winced clutching it. Damn it. If only you had taken up his offer instead of throwing a tantrum.

Finally, after an excruciating 10 minutes more of deafening silence save for your weeping stomach, you cave in.

“Dabi.”

Silence.

“Dabi, you awake?” You prop yourself up on an elbow and peek over his shoulder. His eyes are closed, but his chest is moving too fast for a slumber.

“Look, I’m...I’m sorry I didn’t listen, okay? I should’ve eaten when you told me to.”

Nothing again.

“Hey.” You lightly shake his shoulder, but no response comes from him.

You sigh in frustration, tapping your fingers on the pillowcase. Suddenly, an idea comes to you, but it makes your stomach recoil in disgust and quiet down its grumbling. Desperation is a bitch.

“Can I make it up to you...?”

And finally, he turns around to face you, one cheek propped against his palm, a lazy grin complimenting his salacious gaze.

“Well, why didn’t you just say so earlier doll?”

You grimace in disgust, mixed emotions at your plan working.

“So what exactly did you have in mind, hmm?” He pouts condescendingly down at you, and you grit your teeth before letting him in on it.

“Um, well..I thought maybe I could...um, y’know, like..I wanna, um...” Oh god. This was more embarrassing than you thought. How are you supposed to ask your captor if you can suck his dick? Usually he just took you fighting tooth and nail, you never fully submitted like this before.

And he knows it too, based on the way his eyes gleam in the silver moonlight and shadows of lust cross his face while looking at your wide eyes and bitten bottom lip, your fidgeting fingers showing nothing but needing pure guidance.

But this isn’t supposed to be easy, he doesn’t want you to feel comfortable, he wants you to feel bad and make it up to him.

To give you a little push, however, he gives toga slight hint as he sits up and leans back against the rickety bedrest, folding his arms behind his head.

“So, what’s it gonna be sweetheart? ‘Gonna stare at me like that all night or are you gonna tell me how you’re gonna make this up to me?”

You look up at him, conflicted for a moment before solidifying your resolve. You shyly reach out a hand and touch the outside of his thigh, slowly rubbing and moving it closer up to the tent in his pelvis.

Oh, this is precious.

“What?” He sneers. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. You were pushing me away earlier, but now you wanna suck my dick? Make up your mind, babe.”

You wince and continue, not backing down from his mean comment. You knew he wanted this, he expected this from you. That’s why even though he’s spitting venom from his lips, his hips are bucking up into your hand as you stroke over his member.

Your fingers move nimbly up and down, around and under his thighs and dick, with him softly cursing in the background as he grows harder and harder.

“Stop being a tease and get to sucking. It’s what you were made for, anyways,” Dabi’s low voice comes out from in between little moans.

Your hand shakes a little bit as you fumble with the drawstrings on his pj’s, and he snickers at your inexperience. When you finally free his length, it bounces out like its on fucking hydraulics, precum beading up at the tip, his shaft coated with an intimidation Jacob’s Ladder.

He watches you lick your lips and he groans under his breath. You’re nervous and scared, but he’s wondering whose heart is beating faster right now. The hand which you use to hesitantly start pumping him is so much softer than his own, and even though he’s gotten fairly accustomed to your body and the feel of it, the sensations multiply tenfold when you do it willingly for him.

Dabi has half a mind to shove your head down onto his shaft when he feels like you’re stalling with your hands, however good they feel. He wants to see you sloppy with saliva dribbling down your chin like a baby.

But he waits. As excruciatingly painful as it is, he wants to see what you’re like when you do things at your own pace, and at your own...comfort? If you can even call it that.

Finally, finally after caving in from his silent flower you get the idea to put it in your mouth.

Your face contorts in disgust as you slowly lower your head and latch your lips onto the slippery bulb, hollowing your cheeks out and sucking hard at the tip.

Dabi hisses and juts his hips up into your mouth, furiously chewing at his burnt lower lip as he holds back a pornographic moan. He knows you’d be startled and embarrassed by it, so he refrains...for now.

That doesn’t mean he’s not gonna tell you what to do, though.

“Yeah, just like that. Suck it like an ice-pop. No, don’t use your teeth idiot. And fondle my balls while you’re at it, too.”

Instructions pour into your ears, one after another as you fumble around trying to satiate his needs. You’re clumsy, which makes it even messier and hotter for him. Various fluids coat your hand and the lower half of your face as you work on him, doing exactly what he says. Sucking and kitten-licking the tip, even going so far as to dip your tongue into the crevice of his tiny hole and rapidly lick up the massive amounts of pre bubbling up after doing so, spiraling your tongue down the piercings and on his shaft until you circle around his balls. Your spit helps as lube to slick up his dick as you pump your hand while nursing on his plush balls.

Dabi, of course, has a hand woven through your hair and randomly jerks down on your head when you hit a good spot. You can tell he’s trying his best to hold back from his way his body and arms shake in self restraint, so you know it’s time to finish things up before his control snaps.

You start stroking him even faster, squeezing a little harder when you move up on his tip and massaging his balls. The soft schlick schlick sounds echo throughout the quiet room, the rustling of his sheets as his legs move to their own accord mute the thudding of both your hearts.

You can tell his orgasm is about to come from the way his cheeks puff up and his chest heaves. Pulling away is futile, as the second he sees recognition in your eyes he finally does what he’s been wanting to do, and slams your head all the way down his length.

He starts actually face-fucking you now, all 7 1/2 inches tightly cramming in your throat. You retch and cry out around his dick, trying to pull your head back but he’s not having it; he pounds the back of your canal and you swear you’ll wake up with a bruised esophagus in the morning.

“Fuck, fuckfuckfuck yes doll, fuck, just a little more, you’re doing so good, my little cumdump huh? You love me, yeah? Of course you do, of course you love your daddy, you’re never gonna leave me you’re gonna stay right here under me like the good little girl you are-“

Filth pours from his mouth as white ropes leave his cock, your already-filled throat flooding with his seed and leaking out of your strained mouth.

You squeeze your eyes shut as he waits for a moment or two, calming his breath down by taking deep inhales in place of his rapid panting. His breath deepens after a minute or two, but he still has an iron grip on the back of your head sealed so tight that the cum is trapped on the inside of your stretched lips.

“Mmmfh!” You cry out and beat at his knee. He finally looks down at focuses on you, squinting and laughing at your predicament.

“Aww what’s wrong, don’t wanna gargle my kids? Would you rather have them someplace else?” He shakes your head back and forth on his softening cock and more seed spills out over your mouth and around his groin.

You painfully pull your head up, and Dabi revels in how you look.

Teary-eyed, your hair a mess, cum and spit coating your mouth like a fucking whore.

You’ve never looked more beautiful to him than you have at that moment.

“Come on, clean me up,” he gestures to the mess on his body, and you grimace.

“Do I have to? I just did what you wanted me to-“

“I thought you were trying to make it up to me?” He raises an eyebrow and looks you up and down.

You sigh and try to do it quickly, ingesting the vile contents and avoiding his cruel grin.

After what seemed like a lifetime, you finish him off and flop down in bed, catching your breath.

“So, was that good enough? Can I go outside now?”

“It’s the middle of the night, where the hell would you go right now?” He fluffs up his pillow and pulls his pants back up, getting ready to actually sleep this time.

“Well, I mean yeah, but...you know what I mean, in the morning you’ll let me go out, right?”

He rolls over to face you, and you can’t decipher what emotion crosses his face as his position blocks out the moonlight. From his body rolled over, the light reflecting off the side of his head would almost make it seem like he had white hair.

“Who said anything about letting you go out?”

You gape at him for a moment, then chuckle nervously. “Come on, don’t freak me out like that. You said that if I made it up to you-“

“I said make it up to me, as in apologize for your bitchy attitude. I didn’t say anything about you leaving. You’re gonna have to do more than a shitty blowjob if you wanna leave this room.”

“Dabi!”

“What? I’m just complying with what you wanted. You didn’t wanna go with me, right? So, I’m playing by your rules.” He says simply, shrugging as if it’s no big deal.

Tears brim up in your eyes. “You’re an asshole.”

“Exactly. Which is why you’re not leaving until I say so.”

You turn over and scoot away from him, ignoring his scoff. But you suppose you couldn’t be too mad, after all.

You don’t know what you were expecting from a villain anyways.

Down the Drain [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Title: Down the Drain [Yandere Dabi x Reader]

Synopsis: You and Dabi have a little… chat in the bathroom.

For request:

Anonymous said: If your requests are open could you do yandere dabi x fem reader? Like I’ll take anything with yandere dabi- anyways it’s cool if your not feeling up to it/sent you interested. Djjd ps: I adore your weighting and you’re such a lovely weighter (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡

Word Count: 1000ish

notes: yandere, vomiting/sickness (not graphic)

Your knees smack down hard against the bathroom tile and you barely have time to think before you hunch over the toilet bowl and retch out some of your partially digested dinner. 

For once, you’re glad that Dabi is an asshole who always leaves the toilet seat up–just a few moments ago, you were anxiously perched on the end of your shared bed, watching Dabi intently; then the sudden urge to vomit overcame you and it’s only thanks to your reflexes and Dabi’s terrible habit that you didn’t throw up all over the floor.

You take in a heaving breath and brace your hands against the side of the toilet. You cringe as you hear Dabi’s footsteps on the tile. You retch again and out of the corner of your eye, you can see him lifting his leg and bracing his foot against the rim of the tub, leaning in closer to get a look at you.

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