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Omg, giggling and kicking my feet rn

I love this!!

Writer did an amazing job!!

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Incubus!Dabi x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: roughly 5.7K

⇢ plot: unknowingly, you summon an Incubus. Just smut, no plot.

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, the reader is a bit under the influence of incubus aphrodisiacs, oral (m receiving), throat bulge, deep throatpie, oral (f receiving), size kink, belly bulge, cum kink, breeding (kink), loss of virginity, mentions of blood, kind of consensual unprotected sex (maybe dubcon)  an*l sex, overstimulation, multiple creampies, double-dick

⇢ personal note: it just came over me because an anon mentioned this… thank you! 

Thanks to @/blankexpressions-and-falsefires for being my beta again– you're my writing-soulmate! 😘

Your attempt at conjuring a spirit went– let's just say, it was pretty unspectacular. After having set up everything, and singing the summoning chant—

—nothing happened. 

So here you find yourself kneeling on the floor, trying to scratch the spilled wax off the cheap linoleum tiles with your chalk and salt-stained fingers. The only thing spectacular about this summoning is the mess it had produced.

If only you had summoned a cleaning spirit.

You sigh. It is just another sign pointing to your miserable life. This project has been a disaster– like everything else in your life. You have no friends, can't keep a single plant alive in your apartment, only have a low-paying job as a cashier and—

—you're still a virgin at age 22. 

So much for not being pathetic. 

You exhale in frustration, finally managing to clean up everything and pull the faded rug back into its place.

After disposing of the remnants of your failed invocation, you take a quick shower and go to bed. Turning off the light of the crooked bedside lamp, you sink your head onto your pillow and close your eyes.

So precious. I want to make you mine.

You sit up in bed, taking several heaving breaths, sleep still fogging your brain as the echoes of that voice continue to linger in your ears. Confusion washes over you as you come to realize that it's night and you are in your room, having just woken from a dream.

So sweet—

That low sultry voice speaks again, close to your ear– and you jolt. You swear you can feel the warmth of a breath on your skin. You spin, panic rising in your stomach. Yet, as you look around you, the full moon outside only casts its dim light on the scarce pieces of furniture that you own. 

There is no one in the room with you and no evidence that there ever has been. Still, you swear you heard a voice. After your beating heart calms down again, you convince yourself that it was just a vivid illusion, caused by your earlier attempts at spiritualism. You lay down, tucking yourself in again for the night, until sleep finally takes over.

It starts like feathers on your skin, traveling up your exposed arms, your inner thighs. It makes you squirm in your sheets when more of them trail up your naked stomach, tracing the fullness of your breasts before grazing your hardening nipples. They feel like fingers, dozens of them, sliding over your body, making you squirm in your bed, an unknown heat starting to settle in your core. 

The fingers are reaching for you, their tips ghosting over the skin of your naked body. These sensations take over your mind when they start running over the points of your body that are most sensitive, concentrating their effort on heightening your growing pleasure. You feel wetness pool in your underwear, dripping down your thighs. 

You can barely process these sensations, your mind lagging, clouded. All these fingers on your skin– you are overwhelmed by how good it feels, each touch more intense than the next. They graze over your nipples again, perking them into sensitive little nubs while you get wetter and wetter. It is so much that the pleasure converges, sparks starting to ignite in your core. 

The fingers continue to touch — so eager on your skin, heightening every little jolt of pleasure. A little shock runs down your spine and you whimper. This feels too real as if it isn't a dream at all. You are so close. If only a few more minutes—

Do you want to cum?

The voice is there again. Too taken up by pleasure, your mind is starting to float somewhere above your body, far away. You writhe and gasp between moans, “Yes.”

The voice chuckles. The fingers intensify their ministrations and you arch. 

What will you do for me to fulfill this wish?

You are succumbing to a fog of heavy desire. Before your pleasure peaks into a white-hot light, you scream, “Everything!”

You wake up, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body, the afterglow of your orgasm still rippling through you, making your soaked pussy throb. Your heart is pounding loudly in your ears

Yet, not solely from the pleasure– it's also from the feeling that something is off.

A dark, silky voice breaks through the darkness– the same voice that spoke to you in your dreams.

"Did you enjoy that?"

Your eyes widen, the mental fog clinging to you slowly dissipating. As they adjust to the darkness, you see him standing at the side of your bed. He is strikingly handsome, sensually carnal. His great black wings unfurl and span the width of your small apartment. Patches of gnarled purple skin adorning his face and body are complemented in color by horns protruding from the top of his head, nestled amidst inky black windstrewn hair.

But his most breathtaking feature isn't the wings or the horns. It is his piercing blue eyes that seem to glow in the darkness. The intensity of his gaze sends a shiver up your spine. That and the fact that he is–

–completely and shockingly naked.

Your gaze drops instantly, yet not without having peeked at his massive flaccid cock, hanging heavy and thick between his thighs.

He tilts his head down at you imperiously, his lips upturning in a mockery of a smile. "Like what you see?"

You gasp and blink, trying to ignore the rising blush on your face. He steps closer, smirking down at you, looking every bit sinful. He radiates such sexual confidence that it has you taking shallow breaths, chills of pleasure arise in your body as wetness resumes pooling in your underwear. 

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you try to ignore your body's reaction, mumbling dazedly. "Who are you?"

He tilts his head, drawing attention to the set of horns on his head. You stare as piercing blue eyes take you in. "You summoned me, sweetheart. You should know."

His seductive, low voice surrounds you, floats through you, and seeps into your brain.

"I w-what?" You ask, dumbly. 

He just smirks. It takes you a moment to realize what he is saying. But then it hit you.

The conjuring.

"I didn't think that—" Blinking slowly, you stare at him. "I mean, I wanted to summon a spirit— not a demon."

“You don’t even know what you’ve invoked, do you, little human?” He purrs, his husky voice so pleasing to hear.

“N-no,” you admit.

He moves faster than you anticipate, the mattress dipping under his weight as he suddenly hovers above you. 

"Sweetheart, when a virgin is calling a spirit, you know there's only one creature answering her calls." His face aligns beside yours, his lips brushing the rim of your ear as he whispers, "An incubus."

Your heart races a million miles a minute as you clench your thighs to suppress the throb between them.

"And now that I am here," he straightens up and grins down at you devilishly, "I'll have you take responsibility for stirring up a thirsty one."

The way his voice sounds through you causes your core to pound with pleasure. Goosebumps rise on your skin and even more wetness pools in your panties. A sinful moan rips from your mouth as he chuckles, low and seductive. 

“What is happening to me?” You ask.

“You're in the presence of an incubus. Your body is reacting–" He tilts his head, deep azure irises tracing the features of your face. “Cause it knows it's mine."

“It's– I'm not…" you whisper, clenching your thighs in an attempt to keep the heat at bay.

"Aw, little thing," A low chuckle rumbles through his chest. "There's nothing you can do about it.”

You slowly scramble backward in an attempt to get away from him– until suddenly you can't go any further and your back is pressed against the headboard. 

His smirk never breaks as the demon moves, one large, claw-tipped hand closing in on you. You inhale sharply as it hooks under the seam of your shirt, pulling it down and taut– before you hear the fabric rip. His claws keep slicing your shirt to pieces across your front, making your breasts spill out.

"You will only come for me," he muses, "on my cock, from now on."

Oh god… 

You have no thoughts, the chill of the cool air drifting over your skin making your nipples bud up. You suck in a sharp breath, another surge of heat rippling through your body.

"I fulfilled my part of the bargain, now it's your turn—” his eyes rake down your body like a caress, stopping at the point where your legs converge. "You will be bred, filled with my seed."

Despite the ominous threat, you can't help a moan from bubbling up your throat, your pussy throbbing at his words. 

“I-I don't want that!” You stammer, swallowing thickly.

“Oh doll, your body is telling me otherwise.” he chuckles, deep blue eyes twinkling. “You're aroused just by the thought of it. I can smell your slick, feel the heat of your cunt.”

Oh boy is he right.

He moves close and, looking down at you, leans forward, one hand supporting his weight on the side of your body while the other traps your jaw underneath his clawed fingers, propping it up, forcing you to make eye contact with him. The sharp horns crowning his head loom over you and block out the dim light of the moon, making the demon's eyes gleam. 

"You will beg–" You can see his azure irises swirl, drawing you in, "–beg me to fill you up, over and over again."

At his words, the ache in your core grows even more intense. Your pussy pulses with desire, releasing another surge of slick. You feel it dripping out and down your ass while he chuckles deeply.

"N-No—" You lie– obviously.

An unreadable expression crosses his face, then he gives you a wicked smirk before he dips down, hovering his mouth over yours.

"Oh, you will…" You can feel his hot breath fanning your lips, seeping into your lungs like an aphrodisiac.

You inhale deeply, his scent intoxicating. It has your blood buzzing in your veins and brings a pleasurable fog rolling into your head until it spins. Your pupils start to dilate, the heat inside your core burns unlike anything you have ever felt before and a deep moan erupts from you. Totally delirious, you can't stop the drool from spilling past the corners of your mouth, your core getting wetter by the second. 

You realize that you want this– you want this so badly. His presence, his scent, his voice… all about him just makes you feel pleasure– yet you want to feel more than that. You want to feel everything. It's then you know that he owns you.

“Please…" you moan.

"Please what?" Knowingly, his soft lips brush yours, sending fiery-hot sparks through your body.

"Please pleasure me." You sob, desperately.

He sits back on his heels, smirking, the cock between his thighs now fully erect. You blink as you stare at it. It is huge, the thick crown of it a reddish hint, leaking so much precum, it trickles down its underside, dripping onto the sheets.

“Come here.” He crooks his fingers.

Part of you wants to fight it– the pull you feel toward him. But your body reacts on its own, crawling –no– gravitating toward him without conscious thought. He palms the erection standing proud and stiff between his legs while watching you from above, eyes heavy with lust. His free hand rises to wrap around your throat. 

“Open.” He demands, the other hand holding the base of his thick cock.

Obediently, you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue. The head of his cock, hot and heavy, slips between your lips and sits thick on your wet muscle. 

“Close.” He growls and you do, wrapping your lips around him. 

The incubus' scent is intoxicating down here, the taste of his precum delicious and salty. Without conscious thought, your eyes flutter shut as your tongue swirls around his cockhead, greedily dipping into the slit. 

The demon grits his teeth, baring his canines. His hands go to the sides of your head, long fingers tangling into your hair to shove you down his shaft. A whine rips from your throat and you gag the first time his cock touches the back of your throat.

“Suck it,” he commands, tilting his head.

You raise your hazy eyes, misted by tears, to see the demon staring down at you with hungry eyes while his hips start to move forward and back slowly, restlessly.

He's gentle, yet commanding and you love it. You've never felt so wanted or needed. With your lips coated in a mixture of precum and spit, he starts thrusting forward harder now, his clawed hands holding you in place. Each time you sink even further down on his cock, swallowing every inch that fits into you. 

He goes deeper with each thrust, making sure his size hits the back of your throat every time. And even though you're being painfully stretched, all you feel is pleasure, delicious and intense, and a pooling between your legs. Still, the incubus gazes down at you with a frown, despite your best efforts.

“You can do better,” he coaxes. "Relax."

With that, he bucks his hips forward, holding them there, as you gag and sputter around his length. His grip on your hair tightens, and with a final desperate breath of air, you relax your jaw and his cock slips into your throat with ease.

“Such a good girl,” the demon purrs as your nose grazes the unruly patch of hair at the base of his cock, your throat bulging.

Tears spill down your cheeks as he starts moving again, the wet slap of his constant thrusting filling the otherwise quiet room. 

With his slow yet steady rhythm, you get used to his length sliding into you, learning how to breathe despite his intrusion. 

“You’re taking me so well.” His brilliant turquoise eyes gaze down at you, your throat tightening around him at his praise.

Your lips stretch around the thick girth of his cock while warm spit dribbles from your mouth and covers your chin, building a sticky mess at the base of his cock. Your fingers grasp uselessly at his thigh while he uses you to chase his high. In that moment, he, his scent, and his heat become your very essence.

Looking up at him from beneath wet lashes, you distantly feel his thrusts becoming more erratic, turning into a rough grinding in your mouth, when he orders. “Now, swallow.” 

It takes one, two thrusts before he stills, the obscene bulge in your throat proof of how deep he is buried inside of you. You don't taste it, just feel him spill his hot seed down your throat. His cock continues to twitch, unloading into you, filling your belly until you feel it stretch obscenely.

“Take it like the good girl you are," he purrs, "Take all of my cock.”

You obediently do, struggling not to gag around him, trying to take short shallow breaths through your nose.

Eventually, his cock slides heavily out of you, leaving a glistening string of saliva and cum connecting you. Sputtering and coughing, you try to catch your breath. The demon looks at you before one hand comes up to cradle your head, the other brushing soothingly over your hair. “You've done so well for me, little human.”

His thumb trails over your chin, wiping the drool off before he dips down, kissing your cheeks, lapping up all the salty tears that wet your face.

"Ah– virgin tears are so delicious," the incubus croons. 

You let out a soft sob, leaning into his touch before he retreats, taking you in with glowing blue eyes and you shiver at the hunger you see in them.

Without warning, his mouth crashes on yours, hungry and demanding. He knows what he's doing– devouring your lips– and you can't help but moan, making his hot wet tongue slip into your mouth. The fire in you keeps burning as you lean into him, his lips dancing against yours. One hand raises to the side of your face, his fingers curl into your hair, angling your face to meld your lips deeper against his. He kisses with so much fervor now that he almost consumes you. You shudder against his kiss, your mind heavily clouded and you moan into his mouth, making him groan. He releases you, pulling back.

“Fuck, you’re too delicious." His eyes glow bright, filled with lust. "Now, it's time to fill you up, my little human." 

His palm lays flat on your chest and he pushes you back until you drop on the mattress. He eyes your heaving breasts hungrily before leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly, then soothing over it with his tongue. 

“Oh God,” You let out a choked breath, half delirious.

"You can just call me Dabi." The demon chuckles against your skin, his scorching tongue swirling around your nub.

He casts you a darkly amused look and continues his ministrations until you are a writhing mess underneath him. Slithering down your body, his large hands grip your thighs and shove them further apart. He nuzzles your inner thighs, closing his eyes to inhale the scent of your arousal.

“Doll, who knew– you're at your peak.” His dark eyes rise to your face and he gives you a sharp smile. “My seed is gonna take perfectly.”

You pant heavily as he hooks a claw through the top of your panties and, pulling down,  slices the fabric open, his eyes drifting to your exposed cunt. Dabi licks his lips and with a pleased purr, he bends his head, sliding his raspy tongue along your folds. It's hot and wet, as he gathers your slick on it, tasting your reaction to him before he fastens his mouth over it to suck at your soaked pussy.

You nearly keen off the bed, mouth falling open in a gasp of shocked pleasure, writhing in his firm grip. Dabi keeps tasting you, licking from the source of your heat all the way up to your clit, sucking your tender bud into his mouth as you squirm on the bed. 

You whimper and squeeze your eyes shut– but all of a sudden, the sensation is gone, replaced by a sharp sting as Dabi spanks your clit. 

“Eyes on me, doll,” the demon growls, baring his teeth.

Your eyes instantly shoot open, not wanting to disappoint– and a satisfied smirk spreads across his face.

"Good girl," he intones huskily, running his hand soothingly over your hips.

His voice is lust-saturated, sending hot arousal pooling in your gut, making your body thrum with need. It is a feeling you've never felt before. His eyes never leave yours as he drags the flat of his tongue up and down your core before nibbling and sucking at your over-sensitive nub. His palms trail up your sides to cup your breasts, squeezing them, like he's anchoring himself. Taking your nipples between his claw-tipped fingers, he rolls them between them, as he starts alternating between sucking and lapping at your swollen clit. 

You are so overstimulated, the pleasure you feel a mix of ecstasy and agony. You sob and beg– yet your pleas go ignored. Dabi continues eating you out, sending desire running down your spine and pooling in your core. You start bucking into his face, needing more of this. Then a white heat flares up in your core and your thoughts are cut off by the force of your orgasm. You can't stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your skull, your mouth hanging open in a silent moan as the blinding pleasure rips through your body like lightning. The incubus pulls back to look down at the mess he made of you, how you lay below him, your body slick with sweat. Pleasure still rolls through your limbs, fogging your brain and vision and you barely register the demon as he hovers above you, 

"I'm gonna fuck you until my cock is the only thing you can think of." His words send shivers up your spine.

You can't suppress it, your body wants just one thing– him. Your legs fall open, sinfully, and he slowly slots his body between your thighs, a claw-tipped hand running affectionately over your hair. He dips down, eagerly latching his lips on the pulsating vein on your neck, and pleasure floods your limbs, making it seep out of you. You feel his warmth pressed against you as he starts to gather your essence on his shaft. He grinds his hard dick against your swollen folds, mixing it with the copious amounts of precum that leak from his tip. 

“This pussy– this body– they are mine,” he growls against your skin. "I'm gonna breed you now, claim you as mine." 

"Dabi, please—" you sob, writhing in heat below him., "I-I can't."

"Yes, you can, my little human," he looks down at you with cerulean-colored eyes, "And you will."

A moan breaks from your lips, becomes a shudder as the pleasure intensifies with him thrusting along your folds now, spreading precum all over you. The endorphins flooding your system heighten your desires, overwhelming your doubts, and the urge to have his massive cock deep inside you becomes unbearable. 

As if he can read your mind, he purrs, lazily, “Want my cock?”

"Yes please–" you whine, needily. 

"How badly?" His voice is seductive, low, and husky.

"I need it!" It feels like you're burning up inside.

You gasp heavily when his hands sneak around your hips, pulling you up to align his throbbing cock at your entrance.

Dabi's smoldering blue eyes snap up to meet yours. "Are you ready to be bred?"

Part of you still screams no, yet your body desires otherwise. Your core is dripping, the sheets below you soaked. Your skin is hot, sweaty, and sensitive– and it feels like molten lava flows through your veins. You need him inside of you. It feels like a deeply seeded instinct to have this man– this demon– fill you up. Through teary eyes, you look at him. Dabi is so incredibly breathtaking– his chiseled features and captivating aura, his piercing blue eyes that are trained on you. 

"Please, fuck me." You sob deliriously. "Fill me up."

"Good girl." The demon chuckles, his posture dominating as he begins pushing his hips forward.

The bulbous head of his dick presses against your passage before it pops in. You cry out, the stretch of his girth immense. Dabi quickly hits resistance but with another quick roll of his hips, it gives. Your cries turn into desperate moans as the demon keeps shoving himself further inside, slowly disappearing inside of you, inch by inch. His massive cock spreads you apart, forcing your walls outward. The stretch feels amazing and you can't stop yourself from succumbing to the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure all in one. The second he bottoms out, you almost pass out.

"Ah– virgin pussy is simply the best," he groans, watching how your eyes roll back, his cock outlined in your tummy as your pussy keeps quivering around him.  

After a few much-needed moments for you to adjust to his size, he pulls out. He looks down watching how his cock comes out, covered in your slick mixed with the color of crimson. Nudging the tip at your entrance, he spears into you with one swift thrust and you cry out again. The sudden sensation of being filled sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body. He’s so big, so long and thick– the feeling so intense. The demon smirks at your reaction and starts to thrust into you now, drawing sweet cries of pleasure from your mouth as you writhe beneath him. 

“Such a fine cunt.” he inhales a sharp breath from between gritted teeth. “All mine.”

Your pussy is dripping onto his dick, lubricating it as he fucks you– hard, deep strokes that bring you closer and closer. You keep tightening up around him with each move, pleasure and pain wrecking your body and mind. 

Dabi’s face moves close to yours, as he stares at you with lust and hunger, a predatory smirk on his lips that makes your belly churn. Every thrust is so delicious, amazing. You want more. Your incubus keeps whispering dirty nothings about breeding you, punctuating his words with powerful thrusts, all while his essence keeps sloshing around in your belly. 

It's so obscene—

—yet so good.

He’s still sneering down at you when the tension builds up so high that you can’t take it anymore. It bursts, sending waves of pleasure shooting through you. Dabi continues to pound into you, your eyes rolling back, your walls clenching up around his cock again.

The incubus hisses, feeling you tighten around him. He keeps pleasuring your puffy cunt, balls slapping against your butt every time he sinks in, impossibly deep. The grip on your hips tightens, sharp claws digging into your flesh, piercing through skin until small drops of blood appear. But you're too out of it to feel pain– you just feel bliss.

Lifting your ass, his cock starts stroking along a spot inside of you that has your vision turn white. Dabi seems delirious as he stares down at where you both are connected. The wet sounds of him drilling into your pussy fill the room as he keeps impaling you on his cock over and over again. The little brain you have left working properly knows you’re a mess below him— drool running down your cheeks, tears cascading down your temples, dampening the pillow beneath you. And yet here he is, smirking down at you with no sign of exhaustion at all. It's quite the opposite to you– he seems to glow, a blue aura surrounding him that seems to flicker around his body and wings like caressing flames.

His hands slide to your thighs, pushing your legs back against your shoulders. You feel him slide his cock insanely deep, deeper than before– in a way that didn't seem possible. Each stroke into your convulsing hole is more intense, pouring more overwhelming sensations into your body. You’re moaning obscenely, with your insides stuffed impossibly full. 

"I'm going to cum, precious." He warns. "Gonna fill you up. Are you ready?"

"Yes!" You moan needily.

"Yes, what?" He asks again.

"Come inside of me," you gasp for breath, struggling to think clearly, "Fill me up and breed me!"

"Good girl." He growls sensuously, sultry and low. "Gonna fuck my seed into you—"

He thrusts deeply one more time, and you shatter into a million pieces. Your pussy clamps down on his length almost painfully, milking him, and the incubus hisses. His wings extend fully, spanning the width of your small apartment bedroom as he throws his head back in ecstasy. His cock seems to swell before he releases rope after rope of his thick hot cum into your waiting womb. 

"Ah yes," he groans. "Take it all— carry my offspring."

You hear his words but they're drowned by your pleasure, unable to comprehend the consequences of them. You are too far gone, head lolling and drool dripping from your mouth. Dabi stays buried inside you, copious amounts of cum pooling out at the base of his cock. The blue glow emanating from his body intensifies from all of the energy he's drained from you. You feel him, still hard, still ready for more and it sends sparks shooting in your brain.

"That's gotta do it," your incubus leans down to whisper against your ear, "But better to be safe than sorry, right?"

And with that, Dabi grabs you by your hips and flips you over. One hand clutches your neck to press your head into the sheets, the other lifts your ass up. Between one heartbeat and the next, he is looming over you. In your lust-fogged mind, you feel the heat of not just one but two dicks as he rubs them along your seam, coating himself in the ample mixture of your slick and his release. 

"W-what…" you murmur, exhausted, face half buried in your sheets.

"Didn't know incubi could change form, huh?" He intones and you feel the pressure at your holes increase.

"Dabi—" you whine and try to wiggle your ass away from him. "It won't fit—"

He grips your hips, holding you in place, dwarfing you in your attempt to get away from him. Your breathing stutters as you tense up.

"Shh, doll, it's ok," Dabi soothes in his deep voice. It causes your pussy to quiver in anticipation despite the fear lacing your mind.

He dives forward, his canines grazing against the supple skin of your neck before he shifts closer to your ear and whispers, "Relax and give yourself to me."

At his words, you allow yourself to loosen up and he begins to press himself against you in earnest. With a grunt, he breaches your virgin asshole while his lower cock slides into your gaping pussy. You cry out in an exquisite mix of pleasure and pain and your hips flex in his hold. He holds you there, keeps you stretched around the fattest part of his cockhead, while you bite into your bedsheets, tears breaching your lash line. 

Slowly, you get used to the stretch and the pain gradually changes into something else, something more pleasurable. Then, with one swift thrust, he drives himself fully into you, sheathing his two cocks into you at once. It sends tremors throughout your body before another rush of endorphins hits you like a wave. It's unlike anything you've ever felt before, and you moan his name as he withdraws and pushes into you again. 

Dabi sets a demanding pace, and all you can do is fist the sheets as he rides you, pumping both dicks into you with vigor. The way he fills you feels obscene, his two cocks hitting you so deep. He's hitting spots that feel more amazing than anything you've felt before. You can feel the pressure building inside you and arch, pushing back into him. His pace quickens, and he fucks you with such force the bed creaks. This would normally concern you– if your brain were properly functioning.  

"Your holes feel so perfect, little one," he groans, as he pulls out and drives into you again, hard, turning your whimpers into broken moans. "The best ones I've ever had–"

Your brain is shut down, little hiccups escaping you as your body moves solely on instinct. On lust. Another gush of slickness gets you even wetter, the messy slick sounds of your holes sucking him in echoing through the room. His hands close in on your neck, pressing you down as he pumps into you, your ass clenching around him as your pussy tightens around his cock. Your cheeks burn, your mouth opens in a silent moan and in the back of your head, you feel a powerful orgasm building.

"I'm gonna cum, doll." Dabi groans.

He lightly circles your swollen clit with the tip of his clawed finger, pushing you beyond a point you've never been before. With his next thrust, you feel your core convulse with a force unbeknown to you. Your mouth opens in a silent cry, no longer able to speak as the pressure throbbing between your legs releases and you feel yourself come undone. Clear liquid gushes from your core and drips onto the sheets below. Dabi lets out a low growl when he reaches his climax, driving himself in to the hilt, pumping his cum into your pussy and asshole. Your belly starts pudging outwards as his burning hot release floods your insides and you topple over the edge yet again, your holes milking his cocks for all their seed. His pace staggers and slows until eventually, he pulls out, glancing down to scrutinize the mess dripping out of your two holes onto the drenched mess of your bed sheets.

"I have to admit," he pants, the corners of his lips quirking up, "You're the best I've ever had."

He finalizes his statement with another solid plow forward. 

For the rest of the night, the incubus plays with your body, making you cum until you lose count of how many times he shattered your world. Your holes are left creamy and white from every load he unleashes into you. Your eyes are stuck permanently in the back of your head from the constant pleasure wrecking your body. Your brain is non-functional, and your body is completely and utterly overwhelmed by the sheer number of times you came. The sun is just beginning to rise when he finally retreats and you slump bonelessly onto the bed, your entire body aching. The sheets beneath you are drenched with your sweat and your combined release. Dabi watches you intently, alternating between stroking your hair and your cheek. His wings come to shelter your body, their warm leathery skin gently caressing your form. 

"You did well for me, little one." Leaning over you, his lips brush your ear as he croons seductively into your ear, "I think, I will take you with me. I sense that my seed has taken and I can’t bear to part with such a perfect little human."

You should be upset over these final words, retaliate against their implications. Yet all you feel is drowsiness and absolute bliss. Being filled with his warm essence, your lips pull up into a soft, satisfied smile and your eyes slip closed, exhaustion finally taking over.

thank you for reading! comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

Test Drive (Dabi x Fem!Reader x Nomu)

Genre: Smut, all porn absolutely zero plot.

Warnings: Moster fucking, breeding, watersports (golden showers), spit-roasting, extreme degradation, facial

A/N: This is so gross (and self-indulgent) but I saw some Dabi x Nomu art and couldn’t help myself. I kind of feel nasty for enjoying this but you know what? i don’t fucking care. PLEASE READ WARNINGS.

Tags: @lordexplosionsextra, @marilla-eldriana, @hisoknen, @mothwithteeth. @dabis-kitten, @hoefortodo

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You had no idea what to expect when Dabi asked you to help him test the new Nomu, but it certainly wasn’t this. Dabi was sat on a chair, Palming his hard cock through the fabric of his jeans as he watched the Nomu stretch your tight hole. You were sat reverse-cowgirl over the leaking cock of the most recent Nomu. The frantic panting and broken moans that left your throat as the tip of its cock breached your sopping entrance made his cock twitch. The pain of the stretch bought all your focus, blocking out the strange noise from the Nomu behind you.

“Dabi, it hurts” Your whining made him.

“Deep breaths, Doll” The Nomu continued to push its cock inside you, oblivious to your pain. Tears spilt down your cheeks as the Nomu bottomed out inside you. Dabi grunted at the sight of the bulge in your stomach. “Shit baby, look at you. so damn nasty.”

The pain hadn’t fully eased out when two strange textured hands began to bounce you. The pain was paired with a peculiar level of pleasure that you had never expected; you felt so dizzy, so intense, so full. The Nomu was essentially using you as a fleshlight, and there was nothing you could to but take it. Every thrust felt like it was rearranging your guts and one particularly hard thrust flipped a switch in your mind. The pained moans turned into pleasurable screams as the stiff cock inside you drags against your walls. The large hands at your waist tightened against you, and your eyes rolled back into your head as Dabi talked you to your first orgasm.

“Dirty fucking whore. Look at you. You’re fucking disgusting, you know that?” You thoughtlessly nodded at his question, and he chuckled at the gesture. “You’re so fucking desperate, pathetic little bitch, you gonna cum? Huh, slut?” Tears streamed down your face as you let out a choked sob, your orgasm crashed through your body, and you thought you might pass out. You gushed around the monster cock still drilling into your pussy, and the squelching noise sent blood rushing straight to Dabi’s cock. The Nomu rutted into you, completely unaware of your orgasm despite your pulsing walls strangling its cock. The feeling had your mind clouded, you were utterly overwhelmed at the sensation of the odd texture of the nomu skin rubbing at the walls of your over-sensitive cunt. The only thing able to leave your mouth was a messy “please, more” as the Nomu continued to bruise your insides. You faintly hear Dabi unzip his jeans, but all you can see is a blur through your tears as once more your feel the coil in your stomach about to snap.

Dabi stared at your ruined form with a hand wrapped around his pierced cock, and a moan slipped from his throat as your face twisted into simultaneously the nastiest and sexiest thing he’s ever seen. Your crossed eyes, smudged makeup, tear tracks, wide-open mouth and drooling tongue combined into what Dabi considered to be the most sinful expression he’s ever seen. You gargled on your own saliva as you pathetically attempted a moan. You were well and truly destroyed. Dabi stood up from his seat and walked up to where you were you, and the nomu were situated on the floor. He grabbed a handful of your hair and forced his dick down your throat, enjoying the way you gagged around him. You tried to lick over his jacobs ladder in your mind blank state and your actions were rewarded with a deep groan that made you clench around the Nomu buried deep inside you. The strange growling sound from behind you alerted both you and Dabi that it was going to cum. The thought of being filled up by a nomu had consumed your sex enslaved mind and Dabi’s words only helped you along to yet another orgasm. He pulled his cock from the back of your throat, chuckling at the string of spit that connected the two of you, and jerked himself off over your face.

“You want it, don’t you? You want that ripe little pussy to be bred by a monster,” he growled as your second orgasm wracked through your body, accompanied by sobs and drool. “You are such a filthy fucking cumdump” You shivered and groaned as the Nomu shot rope after rope of thick hot cum into your pussy and Dabi watched as it spilled out you, pushed out by the fat cock destroying your insides. Unable to support your head, you let Dabi tilt your head up towards him and paint your face white as he growled about how slutty you were. You barely registered Dabi ordering the Nomu in your destroyed haze. You almost sobbed as you were lifted off its cock. You felt empty now, and it was strange. Instead of helping you to the shower, Dabi stared you, hand still fisted in your hair. “I’m not done yet, ok?” You weakly nodded as an almost scorching stream of liquid hit the bare skin of your chest. You groaned as your boyfriend relieved himself over your fucked out, pliant body. Dabi hummed in content as the yellow liquid dripped down your body. You were a complete fucking mess covered in piss, sweat and cum and still, Dabi looked at you with an expression resembling love.

“I’ll clean you up, just catch your breath.”

Under the Cover of Snow

Snowed in, a Citrus Dome Server collab

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Dabi x Reader NSFW

Warning/Tags; NSFW, overstimulation, cum play at the end, its honestly fucking soft, probably the softest Dabi I’ve ever written don’t @ me.

4.6k ish words

The Prompt:

Snowed In, and the full prompt is:

The local news station hailed it as “the storm of the century,” and they weren’t wrong. You’ve watched the snow pile up beyond the window, building from a light dusting on the grass to literal knee-high drifts. And it shows no sign of stopping.

The place you’re stranded is stocked up on groceries, you’d charged every electronic device to your name, and you’d cranked the thermostat as high as it would go until the inevitable happens —

The power goes out.

So now you’re stuck indoors, with only a certain someone for company. The same someone you’ve been pining after for ages. Snow stacks up higher and higher outside. As the cold seeps in, and you both drift closer, you realize this was somehow the one thing you hadn’t thought to prepare for…

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Made by me (Akki Marin)

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Yes ik it looks like the obey me text bc idc

Sick Thoughts

So I really wanted to write something nasty with this boy for a long time now and I finally got to the point where I decided to do it. So, here we are~ I was listening to 'Sick Thoughts' from Lewis Blissett by the way, it's just pure perfection.

So, what do you think, should I write more smut scenarios? Would you like to see more writings like this from me? I'm a bit nervous if you like it or not tbh, haha

Pairing: Dabi x F!reader SMUT

Wordcount: 1372

Warnings: Heavy smut, porn without plot, dirty talk, face fucking, Dabi being a bit sadistic and rough as usual~

He was one of a kind, that's for sure, and even though you stick by his side willingly, it usually felt like there was no escape from Dabi, whether you wanted to run from him or not. You were addicted to the contrast between all the sweet things he said to you and the rather rough treatment he gave you.

"That's a good girl." The tone was calm and collected, but the movement of his hips was nothing like that as he slid his dick deep into your throat. Tears gathered in your eyes, struggling to swallow him even deeper, his fingers gripping your hair firmly. Dabi looked down on your face with a cold look in his eyes, but you know exactly what he was thinking about, he was not afraid to say it, not when he enjoyed himself too much.

"Look at you, taking my cock like a champ", he said as he slowed down a bit, tugging on your hair a little, making you look up at him. "That's it doll, let me see those tears rolling down on those pretty cheeks." He picked up the pace again, one hand still gripping your hair, while the other cupped your chin to kept you in place while he fucked your face with vigor. It was hot and rough, you were sure that one day you will choke on his dick, but you didn't mind it, his grunts and the way his dick slid down on your tongue every time he thrust into your mouth without a care in the world, it was too exciting to make it stop.

After a few more thrusts, he stopped and pulled out, his hand on the back of your head gently brushed your hair with his slender fingers as his blue eyes fixed on your panting, trembling frame. You looked up at him with pretty, teary eyes and swollen, wet lips. He completely fucked up the makeup you put on with such care, oblivious to the fact that he will destroy it within 30 minutes after you get into the bedroom. He loved it.

He loved how you were still clinging into his pants he just lazily pulled down a bit when he came up with the idea to have a little more fun after watching that cheesy romantic movie you were so hyped about. You had every chance to just try to stop him when he made you gag, but you never did anything more than just tugging harder on the hem of his pants.

"I'm really proud of you, kitten. Come on, let me give you a little reward."

He grabbed your arm roughly to pull you up, but you just hissed a little as you followed him to the bed. You only had your panties on now, Dabi took care of everything else, your shirt, bra, and pants were all over the floor behind him as he pushed you down to the mattress.

Dabi kneeled down between your legs and pulled down the damp fabric with a hungry gaze. Calloused fingers traced up from your knees, your soft, warm skin shivered as he pushed your legs wider, planting lazy kisses to your inner thigh before his tongue dived between your wet folds.

Strong hands pin down your hips as he kept you in place, there was no escape from him as he violently abused your clit with his tongue, pushing it down before sucking on it, just to make you scream and whine, he was sure he could get off just hearing the voices you make when he feats on your sweet juices.

Your body quivered and you already lost your breath after a few minutes, it was impossible to stay put when he went down on you. It was a rare treat, but it was even more enjoyable when he finally decided to pleasure you.

You reached your climax rather fast, and Dabi gave long licks to your clit as you came down from your high, flashing a smug smile at you as he cleaned off his face with the back of his hand.

He only gave you a few seconds to catch your breath as he threw his shirt to the floor, next to your abandoned panties. With his eyes lazily looked up and down on your body, he finally pulled down his pants along with his boxers. You felt the bed shifting a little as he crawled above you, like a wolf hovering above a scared little sheep. Except your heart didn't pound so fast in your chest because of fear.

Dabi grabbed your thighs and turned you to your side, curious fingers pushing your soft flesh wider as they find your clit again, pushing it down with a soft smile. You whined and grabbed his other hand next to your head.

He let out an amused chuckle. "Come on kitten, beg. Beg for it like a needy slut, I know you want it badly." He talked to you like it was nothing, but as he poked your entrance with his tip, you saw an impatient shadow shifting through his eyes. You didn't answer right away, and that didn't please him.

He spanked your ass with a loud slap. He growled. "I said beg for it, bitch."

You know better than acting up.

"Please, Dabi, I really need you to fuck me, please...", you whined softly, biting your lower lip. "Please, give it to me...!"

"See, that's a good girl, y/n..." he chuckled again, shoving his dick deep into your wet hole without a warning, fingers gripping firmly around your ass.

He didn't waste any time, with another spank Dabi started to pound into with a vigorous pace, taking in the sight of your body reacting to his. Your hands gripped the sheets under you, all kinds of soft and needy noises leaving your lips, tits bouncing up and down, he got even harder only from looking at you, but he lost it completely when your walls clenched around his dick so perfectly.

He grabbed your hips and turned you on your stomach, one hand still groping the soft space between your ass and hips, the other one grabbed the back of your neck, pushing you down to the mattress.

You moaned and whined into the pillow as he fucked you hard, the room filled with lustful noises and the sound of his hips loudly spanking your ass. He loved the control he had over you, leaving you as a babbling mess under his touch. He could fuck you for hours, but he felt generous enough today to give you a break, considering that he tired you out twice already.

"Who's my little bitch, huh?", he asked with a husky growl, the hand on your neck gripping your hair again.

"Me, Dabi, I'm your bitch", you managed to whine that out, earning a proud chuckle out of him as he let go of your hair, now both of his hands groping your ass as he got closer to his release.

His thrusts got sloppier, you already knew it was just a few more pounds, but even though you expected it, his satisfied growl and the way he shoved his dick even deeper into you as he filled up your aching cunt with his warm seed, it sent you down into a spiral.

Bony fingers dug between your stomach and the sheets as he cupped your pussy, his digits now drawing fast circles around your clit. You cried out and felt his sweaty body making contact with your back.

"You didn't think I would let you go yet, right? You have to cum on my dick first, kitten, so come on, hurry up", you could hear that he was smiling, knowing very well that hearing his voice made you always so excited.

He didn't have to say it twice, his fingers made sure that your vision went white rather fast as you came too, milking his cock even more as your tight little pussy clenched around his member.

"That's my girl", he said, planting gentle kisses on your neck. "Let's get clean you up and watch another movie before I fuck your pretty face again on the couch too."

Dabi x pyromaniac reader??? (Such a bad combo ik but it sounds interesting

The Brightest Flames Burn The Fastest

don't overthink this- yes this is smut my bad did i go overboard with the fire references? Maybe- actually i certainly did but like c'mon can you blame me? (i did in fact use a single word 38 times, any guesses?)

The city was restless tonight, lights flickering in the distance like fireflies caught in the wind. You perched on a rooftop, the cool breeze doing little to quell the warmth simmering just beneath your skin. You’d been chasing that feeling for as long as you could remember—the warmth, the burn, the heat that set everything alight. It wasn’t just want, though. No, this was something deeper, a quiet need, an unspoken itch that was insistent and cruel.

You could feel the quiet hum of a fire somewhere in the city, just out of sight, the smoke curling lazily into the sky. It didn’t take long for you to find its source, though, not with the way it tugged at your senses.

And then you saw him.

He was leaning against the ledge of a nearby building, arms crossed, half-hidden in shadow. His eyes, though, they were on you—cool and piercing in a way that felt like he could see right through to the parts of you that you didn’t share with anyone else. The flames at his feet flickered, casting a soft blue glow that danced in rhythm with his calm, controlled breathing.

He didn’t speak, not at first. He just watched, like he was waiting for you to make the first move, to show your hand. But you weren’t the type to flinch under pressure. So you kept your stance, meeting his gaze with the same intensity he gave.

“You’re bold, hanging around after a show like that,” he said finally, his voice low and crackling, carrying a casual confidence.

You smirked, not bothering to play coy. “I could say the same. But then again, you don’t exactly blend in with a crowd.”

Dabi. You recognized him now—his face, his flames, the grotesque staples keeping his skin from melting straight off. He’d been making waves for a while now, but that wasn’t why you were interested. It was something else, something that made the air between you heavy. You weren’t sure if it was the fire or the tension, but you liked it. It felt unspeakable.

“Not here for the small talk,” he said, his gaze still sharp, searching. “What’s your angle?”

You shrugged, your fingers brushing the edge of the rooftop as if you could still feel the heat of the fire below. “No angle. Just here for the light show.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with the vague answer. But he didn’t press, and that intrigued you. Most people would’ve pushed for more, for answers, but Dabi just stood there, like he already knew what you were about and didn’t care to ask.

“Looks like you’ve been at this a while,” he said, his tone casual, but his words cutting through the air between you like a blade.

It wasn’t a question. He already knew.

You leaned forward, the edge of your coat brushing against the stone as you smirked. “Something like that. You’ve got the control, though. That’s rare.”

“Control,” he echoed, almost amused by the word. “You call it controlled?”

There was something unspoken in his voice, something darker. You watched as the blue flames at his feet flared for a brief moment, like a heartbeat, before settling back down. The heat between you felt like it was building, even though no one had moved. For a brief moment you felt your heart stutter at the thought of him scorching you to ash, it was as fleeting as it was intoxicating.

He turned his gaze back to you, a challenge in his eyes now. “You’re drawn to the fire, but you don’t understand it. Not like I do. That makes you nothing more than stupid.”

There was no malice in his words, but they struck a chord. He wasn’t wrong. The flames had always been there, calling to you, but you’d never thought to tame them. You hadn't the need to. You liked the unpredictability, the danger. But Dabi... he was different. He made it look effortless.

And maybe that’s why you didn’t back down. Instead, you stepped closer, matching his intensity with your own.

“I don’t need control, direction, whatever you feel like calling it,” you said softly, your voice steady. “I just need the feeling.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The air between you was thick with the unspoken understanding, a connection forged not by words but by something more primal, something that flickered in the space between chaos and order.

Dabi’s lips curled into a faint smile—dark, almost sinister, but there was something else there too. Approval, maybe. Recognition.

“Careful,” he murmured, his voice just loud enough for you to hear. “Get too close to the heat, and you might just burn.”

You didn’t flinch. You welcomed the pain.

His smile lingered, shadowed in the dim light cast by the distant city, but you saw it—a flicker of something more than mockery. Amusement, perhaps? Or curiosity. You weren’t sure, and maybe that was part of the allure. The way Dabi seemed to walk the line between calm and chaos, like he was always one spark away from losing control.

But you weren’t afraid of him. Not in the way most people probably were. The heat that radiated from him, the danger in his voice—it wasn’t a threat. It was a challenge.

“I’ve never minded getting a little burned,” you said, your voice low, daring. “It’s the only way to know the limits.”

Dabi’s eyes flickered with something darker, and for a moment, his flames flared at his fingertips before dying back down. He stepped closer, closing the distance between you two, the heat from his body mixing with the night air. He was taller than you expected, and the scent of ash clung to him, sharp and intoxicating.

"Limits, huh?" he murmured, his voice a rasp of embers. “That’s the difference between you and me.”

He leaned in, his face just inches from yours, eyes boring into you with a quiet intensity. You could feel the heat rolling off him in waves now, almost suffocating, but it didn’t scare you. It thrilled you.

“I don’t care about limits,” he continued, his voice a dark, dangerous whisper. “I don’t need them.”

The weight of his words pressed against you, but you held your ground, refusing to step back. The air between you sizzled with unspoken tension, and you could feel your pulse quickening, the flames deep inside you stirring to life, begging to be set free.

“Maybe that’s why you’re always running from them,” you said, meeting his gaze. “Because you can’t stand the idea of something holding you back.”

For a second, you thought you might have crossed a line. His eyes narrowed, the blue fire around him flaring for a heartbeat longer than before. But instead of lashing out, Dabi’s lips curled into another smile, darker and sharper this time.

“Maybe you’re right,” he said, his voice rough, but almost amused. “Or maybe I’m just waiting for someone who can handle the burn.”

You tilted your head, not breaking the connection between you. “And here you are, looking for answers in the smoke.”

Dabi’s smile widened just enough for you to catch the glint of something wicked in his eyes, and then, without another word, he turned away, stepping back into the shadow.

“You talk big,” he called over his shoulder, his voice carrying across the rooftop like smoke in the wind. “Let’s see if you can back it up.”

And just like that, he was gone, his figure dissolving into the night like a wisp of flame. But the heat of his presence lingered, stoking the fire that had always lived beneath your skin, now burning hotter than ever before.

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The last three days had been hell.

No matter where you went, the fire inside you refused to settle. It ached, it throbbed, and it gnawed at you from the inside out. What had once been a steady burn, something you could manage, had turned into an all-consuming need. You couldn’t stop thinking about him—Dabi, the man who had walked into your life like a flame that wouldn’t be doused.

You’d tried to ignore it, to brush off the feeling that had clung to your skin after he left. But it wasn’t that easy. You had always been drawn to the heat, but this was something else. Something raw. Being near him had ignited something within you, something more than the fire you were used to. Now, it felt like you were going through withdrawals.

And the worst part? The city was silent. No distant flames, no familiar warmth to latch onto. Just the cold, cruel nights with nothing but the phantom heat of his presence to keep you company. You hated it. You hated how much you craved it.

Tonight was no different. You sat on the edge of your bed, eyes fixated on the dark city outside your window. The hum of distant cars and the occasional shout from the street below did nothing to distract you from the emptiness gnawing at your insides. You could still feel the ghost of his heat, that flickering intensity that had wrapped around you like a second skin.

You sadly lit and relit your lighter, wincing each time you put it out but craving the feeling of bringing it back over and over again.

But then—there it was. A flicker. Faint, almost imperceptible at first, but you knew that flame. It tugged at you, just like before, like a spark waiting to catch and roar to life.

Your heart raced as you shot up from your seat, already reaching for your jacket. You didn’t need to think twice. You had to find him. Whatever this feeling was, whatever this pull between the two of you, you weren’t going to ignore it anymore.

The streets blurred as you moved through them, driven by an instinct that you couldn’t quite place. You didn’t know where he was, not exactly, but you could feel him—like a beacon of heat on the horizon, calling you in. The air around you grew warmer the closer you got, the telltale sign that you were on the right path. The sensation was maddening, building inside you like a slow burn that you couldn’t contain.

And then, you saw it. A faint glow in the distance, tucked away in the alleyways where no one else would think to look. It was subtle, almost hidden, but there was no mistaking it—the familiar blue flames dancing in the dark, casting eerie shadows against the walls.

Your pulse quickened as you approached, the heat intensifying with every step. You didn’t hesitate this time. The fire inside you roared to life, a rush of adrenaline surging through your veins as you finally reached the edge of the alleyway.

He was there.

Leaning against the wall, his hands shoved casually into his pockets, Dabi didn’t even look up as you approached. But you could feel it—the flicker of his awareness, the way his flame pulsed in recognition of your presence.

You stopped just a few feet away, the air between you crackling with the unspoken tension that had haunted you for days.

“You’re late,” he said, his voice low, almost mocking. His eyes lifted to meet yours, that same piercing gaze cutting through the dark.

“I wasn’t planning on coming,” you shot back, though the lie was obvious even to you.

Dabi’s lips twitched, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Could’ve fooled me.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but the words caught in your throat. The heat between you had built to a fever pitch now, and you could feel it—more intense than before, more demanding. It wasn’t just the fire. It was him. The way he stood there, completely at ease, as if he knew exactly what he did to you.

It was unbearable.

Before you could stop yourself, you closed the distance between you, your body moving on its own. Your hand reached out, your fingertips brushing the edge of his coat, and the heat that radiated from him was immediate, almost overwhelming. You didn’t care. You needed it. Needed him.

Dabi’s eyes flickered with something darker now, and before you knew it, his hand was on your wrist, pulling you closer, his grip firm but not harsh. The heat of his skin seared into you, sending a shiver down your spine.

“You sure you can handle this?” he murmured, his breath ghosting across your cheek as he leaned in, his voice thick with that same dangerous edge that had hooked you from the start.

You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to. The need in your eyes said everything. And Dabi must have seen it too, because in the next moment, his lips crashed against yours, rough and demanding.

The fire inside you roared to life, engulfing you in a wave of heat so intense that it nearly knocked the breath from your lungs. His hands were everywhere, hot and insistent, as if he couldn’t get enough of you either. You could feel the flames licking at your skin, not literally, but in the way his touch sent sparks shooting through your veins.

Your back hit the wall before you even realized you were moving, and Dabi pressed closer, his body a furnace of heat against yours. The intensity of it was overwhelming, but you didn’t care. You needed more. You needed all of it.

His lips trailed down your neck, scorching every inch of skin he touched, and you let out a soft gasp, your hands tangling in his jacket, pulling him closer, urging him on. You could feel his smirk against your skin, feel the way his hands tightened on your hips, holding you in place.

“You’re burning up,” he rasped, his voice low and rough, his breath hot against your ear. “Bet you like that, don’t you?”

You didn’t answer—not with words, at least. Instead, you pulled him back to you, your lips crashing together in a kiss that was all heat and hunger, the flames between you building to a fever pitch. It was reckless, chaotic, everything you had ever craved.

And Dabi? He was more than happy to oblige.

Dabi’s body pressed harder against yours, the heat between you both unbearable and irresistible. His lips, searing and hungry, moved against yours like they were starving for the connection. Every touch, every kiss was fire and fury, and it made you tremble in ways you never thought possible. You could feel his flames curling just beneath the surface of his skin, as if they were barely being held back, waiting for the moment to consume everything in their path.

You weren’t much better. Your own need burned hot and raw, a desperate ache that made you push against him, demanding more, needing more. His hands gripped your waist, holding you firmly in place, his touch both possessive and teasing, like he knew exactly what you wanted but wasn’t ready to give it all just yet. The sensation of his fingers digging into your skin sent shockwaves of heat through your body, igniting you from the inside out.

“Is this what you came for?” Dabi’s voice was low and rough, like gravel being dragged across the flames, his breath hot against your lips as he pulled back just enough to speak. His eyes were dark, hooded with desire, but there was something else too—a flicker of control, the way his gaze burned through you, seeing everything. “You wanted the burn?”

You didn’t answer with words. Your hands slid up his chest, fingers grazing the scarred, stapled skin, and you felt him tense beneath your touch. You pulled him closer, lips brushing his jaw as you whispered, “Maybe I wanted to see how hot it can really get.”

His smirk returned, wicked and sharp. “Careful what you wish for.”

And then his lips were on yours again, more insistent, more demanding, and you felt yourself slipping, surrendering to the heat. He tasted like smoke and danger, and you couldn’t get enough. His tongue slid past your lips, exploring, claiming, and you welcomed it with a low moan, your fingers tightening in the fabric of his jacket.

He didn’t hesitate, his hands wandering lower, gripping the curve of your hips before sliding down to your thighs, lifting you effortlessly against the wall. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively, pulling him closer, anchoring yourself to the heat of his body. The friction between you both was almost unbearable, the heat building to a point where it felt like you might combust if you didn’t get more of him, all of him.

Dabi’s lips left yours, trailing down your neck, sharp teeth grazing your skin before his mouth settled on the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder. He bit down, not enough to hurt, but enough to leave a mark, and the sensation sent a shockwave of pleasure through your body, your head falling back against the wall with a gasp.

“You like that,” he muttered against your skin, his breath hot and teasing. “I can feel it.”

You could only nod, your fingers tangling in his hair, tugging him closer as your body ached for more of him, more of his touch, more of the fire he so expertly wielded.

He didn’t waste any more time. His hands slid up, pushing aside the fabric of your shirt, his fingers grazing the heated skin underneath. You felt the cool night air mix with the warmth of his touch, sending shivers down your spine as he pulled your shirt up over your head in one swift movement, exposing your bare skin to the night.

For a moment, he just looked at you, his eyes dark and dangerous, his lips curling into that same wicked smirk you’d come to crave. The next he started a fire on his pointer and let if hover directly under your throat. “You’re beautiful when you burn,” he murmured, his voice low and rough as his hand roamed your body, exploring, teasing, igniting every nerve.

You were about to respond, to say something equally sharp and teasing, but then his mouth was on you again, his lips trailing down your chest, leaving a burning path in their wake. You could feel the heat building, rising between the two of you, and you didn’t care if it consumed you. All that mattered was the fire, the way it surged inside you, wild and untamed.

Dabi’s hands slid lower, fingers brushing the waistband of your pants, and your breath hitched in anticipation. You could feel the want between you both building to a breaking point, the heat unbearable, the need undeniable. His lips hovered near your ear, his voice a rough whisper. “You sure you’re ready for this? Once we start, there’s no going back- not for me.”

Your answer was immediate, instinctual. You pulled him closer, your lips brushing his as you whispered, “I don’t want to go back.”

His smirk widened, and before you knew it, his hand slipped beneath the fabric, his touch sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body that left you breathless. You clung to him, your legs tightening around his waist as he moved against you, his body pressing closer, the heat between you both overwhelming.

And then, in one swift movement, he had you pinned fully against the wall, his body pressed tightly against yours, and everything else melted away—nothing but the fire, the heat, the overwhelming sensation of being consumed by him, by the flames you both carried within.

It was chaos, it was wild, it was exactly what you’d been chasing all your life.

Your breaths mingled, ragged and heavy, as the tension grew unbearable. His hands explored your body with a confidence that made you shiver, each touch sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through you, fanning the flames that burned deeper than ever before. You were torn between pushing up where his fingers had begun to circle your clit, and pushing down where something you wanted much, much more laid just out of reach.

You pressed your hips against his, desperate for more of him, more of that consuming heat that seemed to promise everything and nothing all at once. His lips found yours again, and this time there was no hesitation or exploration—only the raw, intense need that had been building between you since the moment you met. His tongue teased yours, the kiss deep and intoxicating, leaving you dizzy with desire.

His hand slipped lower, pushing past the small resistance with an ease that made your breath hitch. He gripped you firmly, his fingers hot against your skin as he moved with a precision that made you arch against him, your body responding without thought, only instinct. His other hand gripped your waist, holding you in place as he pressed against you, the heat of his body nearly unbearable but everything you craved.

You moaned into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his lips as the pleasure intensified. His fingers moved with expert skill, drawing soft gasps from you, and you felt the tension building deep in your core. It was almost too much, the heat, the sensation, the way he seemed to know exactly how to push you to the edge.

Dabi’s breath was hot against your neck as he whispered, “I told you to be careful, didn’t I?”

You could barely respond, the words slipping through the haze of pleasure. You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders, desperate to keep the connection, to feel the fire raging between you both. You didn’t care if you burned; you needed this, needed him.

With a low growl, Dabi shifted, his body pressing even closer as he positioned himself between your legs with his one free hand. The anticipation was electric, every nerve in your body alight with need. He was relentless, the heat of his body scorching yours as he finally gave in to the inevitable, his movements rough but deliberate, as if he wanted to make sure you felt every inch of him.

And you did.

The sensation of him filling you inch by inch startlingly fast sent shockwaves through your body, a fire igniting deep inside that burned hotter than anything you’d ever known. You gasped, your head falling back against the wall as he moved, each thrust sending you spiraling further into the inferno that raged between you as your head cracked against the alley wall.

Dabi gripped your hips tightly, his pace unrelenting as he thrust into you, his breathing ragged and rough. He watched you through half-lidded eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he saw the effect he had on you. He reveled in your gasps, in the way your body responded to him, as if you were made for this—made for him.

And in that moment, you were.

Every thrust, every flicker of heat, every searing touch sent you closer and closer to the edge. Your mind was a haze of pleasure and heat, and the only thing that mattered was him—his body against yours, his fire consuming you completely. You were losing yourself in him, and you didn’t care.

As the intensity built, you could feel yourself teetering on the edge, the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside you, ready to snap. Dabi’s hand slid up your body, his fingers wrapping around your throat in a way that made your breath hitch. His touch was firm but careful, his grip sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. His other hand removed from its relentless teasing of your clit into your mouth, pressing three against your tongue and slightly pumping against your throat.

“You like this, don’t you?” His voice was a low growl, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke. “You love being my bitch.”

You nodded, unable to form words, too caught up in the heat, the pleasure, the feeling of him taking you apart piece by piece.

“Good,” he muttered, his grip tightening slightly. “Then burn for me.”

His pace quickened, and that was all it took. The tension that had been building inside you finally snapped, the pleasure crashing over you in waves so intense you thought you might drown in it. Your body convulsed, shaking as you came undone beneath him, your nails digging into his skin as you clung to him, riding the high of the fire that raged between you both.

Dabi didn’t stop. He kept moving, his own breath ragged as he chased his release, the heat of his body almost too much to bear. You felt him tense, his grip on your hips tightening as he finally gave in, his body shuddering against yours as he found his own release, the flames between you reaching their peak.

For a moment, everything was still, the only sound the ragged breathing of the two of you as you came down from the high. The fire that had raged between you both slowly began to cool, leaving only the lingering heat of your bodies pressed together.

Dabi leaned his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your lips as he whispered, “Told you you’d burn.”

He'd turned and left you in a daze, and that's when you realized your clothes were burning off of you.

"I'm not gonna lie to you I want that and I desire that I'm dreaming about that man. Give it here."

Reblog this if you want Dabi to slut you out.

I feel like a lot of people have come to the agreement that Dabi smokes cigarettes/weed (or both-) and I know for a FACT that he'd shotgun you with the smoke.

He says it tastes better coming from your lips anyway 😩

dabi absolutely loves high sex. but what really gets him off is shotgunning you while you’re getting fucked. you thinking he’s just going to kiss you, but instead he blows the smoke into your mouth before pulling back and thrusting into you harder.

Have y'all seen that trend on TikTok where it's like, "telling him night, 'cause if it was a goodnight I'd be bent over the counter with him in my guts"... or smth like that? Cause, it's making me think of Dabi...

I feel like Dabi's petty as shit, and he's over-dramatic as shit, so.. when he texts you, "goodnight doll" and you text him "night" with an 🙄 emoji, he's pissed. He's immediately calling your phone after that and actually sounds pissy.

"What the hell's your problem? I tell you goodnight and you send me some half assed text of night?" It's kinda funny, really it is, to hear Dabi be so bothered over something small, for him to be bothered over something he rarely says especially. So, when you tell him it's not a goodnight because if it was good, he'd have you bent over with your face buried in the pillows as he calls you his, pretty little doll.

Now.. Dabi doesn't like you 'mad' at him, so he decides, in that moment, that you're right. So he gets up at 11 at night to go pick the locks of your front door and make sure you have a goodnight.. curtesy of Dabi himself of course. I just don't think your neighbors will agree with your version of a "goodnight."

Dabi should've known something was up, your over-eagerness to wrap your lips around his cock gave you away. Then again, Dabi would never tell you "no" for wanting to keep his dick warm, however you might want too. Be it with that wet little cunt or that tight throat he loves fucking open so much. But when your pulling him towards the couch as soon as he walks in, barely giving him time to close and lock the door. He should've sensed something up with you when he caught a glance of your coy little smirk. "What's up with you doll, huh? The fuck you bouncin' aroun' for?" He asks with a lazy drawl, letting you lead him to the couch. There's a soft giggle that slips from your lips at his little grumble, with a shake of the head you grin. Pushing him down on the couch and dropping to your knees, you feel a hand pull your head back by your hair. Frowning up at him, you try to continue your ministration only to have your hands slapped away from his zipper. Grabbing your face, he pushes your lips into a wet pout, "you gonna fuckin' answer me or are you that cock hungry? I walk in the door and you're already tryna' choke on my cock." He slaps your cheek when you continue to stare up at him with doe eyes. Shaking your head at him you pull at his belt, with a roll of the eyes, he lets go and leans back against the couch, unbuckling his belt he throws it to the side, "go ahead, since it's all you can think about- can't even kiss me before you're tryna jump on it, huh? Ignoring him you get back to your little task at hand, pulling down the zipper and pawing at his clothed cock, flaccid in his boxers. You lean down taking it into your mouth, soft tongue wetting the bland material as he runs a hand through your hair, "you gonna get it hard for me, babydoll? Gonna swallow my cum when it leaks down your little throat, yeah?" Using the hand in your hair, he shakes your head in a nodding motion, "good girl, go 'head." He laughs at his own joke before taking his cock out of his briefs and tapping it on your lips. With a glance upwards and a smirk attempting to twist the corner of your lips, you lean forward licking the slit, it's a knee-jerk reaction as he feels the cool metal on his tip, "Jesus fucking Christ you didn't baby, fuck you didn't... let me see." He groans out, leaning forward then gripping your cheeks as he grabs your tongue and pulls the pink muscle out of your mouth. The shiny ball in the middle glistens in the dim lights of the apartment. He huffs out a scoff, as his tongue digs into his cheek when you start to jerk his cock, hand squeezing slightly around the base. "Got it pierced for you, Touya."

Dabi with a daddy kink.

Oh, and this man would fuck you in public. Not even like, "fuck in a public bathroom," would bend you over in a restaurant with everyone watching and do it.

A/N- I just want to start this off with.. why the hell are you so right?!?! He absolutely is the type of man to do some shit like this~ 😩 I hope you like it...

CW- smut, daddy kink, public sex

The first time it happened, it was an accident and you swear by that, really you do. It was in the heat of the moment, his cock was just so deep and your brain was fuzzy, everything seemed so high and cloudy. His hand was so warm and big around your neck, lithe fingers calloused and squeezing just right. Your voice coming out garbled and squeaky, tongue limp and wet, hanging out so pretty for him. So soft and warm on his thumb as he slips it in to keep you quiet for him.

He freezes when he hears it at first, cerulean eyes shooting to your own, burning hotter than hades flames. Dilated pupils leaking uncertainty as they flicker from your irises to your lips, thumb sitting pretty wrapped in plush skin. But you give yourself away when your eyes get all wide and anxious, at that point you know, that he knows what you said. That little gargled whine of "Daddy" was real, it came from you, and fuck, the repeated spews of "sorry, 'm so sorry Touya", "didn't mean it, just so good Touya." Leave him light-headed, heart pounding against his chest, pupils dilated on a high he didn't know was achievable. There's a quick, tighter squeeze around your throat before his hand pulls away to wipe the tears off your cheeks, hands moving wet hair off sticky wet skin.

"Shhh, it's okay, calm down pretty baby, I'm right here, yeah? I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere. But I need you to say it again princess, say it again for Daddy, please?" You try to say it again, you really do, for Touya, but it comes out choked, you don't mean for it too, it gets caught in your throat when his wet thumb presses down on your sticky clit. Rubbing rough circles into the little pearl, getting leaky juices on the floor when it drips off his cock, smearing on your thighs. "Try again baby, need to hear it again, you sound so pretty, hm?" Too much. It's too fucking much, his voice is raspy and cracking, warm breath panting in you ear, pleading with you.

He gets faster in his pace, cock twitching inside it's warm confinement as his balls slap against your ass. Heavy and full, ready and willing to give you everything you need. But it's too hot and stuffy in the dirty alley-way, people walking by and laughing. Parts of different conversations bouncing off your ears as your eyes roll back. The first spurt of warm cum he fucks into your cunt, has you keeling and pleading with him, voice raising in pitch as your nails dig into un-burned skin, blood starting to leak and gather under your nails.

"Daddy please, too much please, I can't, please I swear I can't, 'm too full," his hips stutter while hitting against your own. His abs clench, body tensing in full from the euphoria. Head thrown back as his eyes clench tight, white canines biting deep into your neck, pulling away soaked in crimson as deep imprints burn in their wake. The pain leaves a dopamine rush in your brain, ears buzzing from the overstimulation of everything.

"There you go baby, there you go, 'm so proud of you, so fuckin' proud, good girl." It's all so warm. His hands burning as electric eyes stare you down and whisper praise into your ear. Warm, wet tongue licking up ruby from your throat- smearing it onto un-flawed perfect skin. The full shock that wracks through your body when you cum for him makes you feel faint, legs like jelly and thighs strained from being wrapped around his waist for so long. The cobble from the cold, stone wall leaving nasty imprints on the backs of your thighs and arms. But it's all so worth it, worth it for Dabi, worth it for Touya.. worth it for Daddy.

i present my idea ✨knife kink dabi✨

TW: knife play, toxic relationship, Dabi hits her once, blood, threats, licking of said blood.

It was a weird request at first, he'll admit that. Then again, he's asked worst from you. His handprint branded into your ass proves so. While he does give you a little side-eye, he's absolutely not opposed to holding a sharp little thing to your throat while plead for him to not press down so hard. His pretty little princess wants him to hold a knife to their throat? Say less.

"Which one you wanna use, angel- actually, I probably shouldn't call you an angel anymore, huh? I think masochistic slut fits better, yeah?" Your lips form into a little pout, eyebrows furrowing as you pull on his coat. He chuckles at that, fingers fisting in your hair to pull your head back. His right thumb gliding over your little pout, index tapping your lips and slipping in to press down on your tongue. Sticky drool running down his hand as he finger fucks your mouth. Slipping his wet digit out to gloss your lips with your own spit.

"Why are you so mean Dabi," he scoffs at that. With a flick of his wrist, you're left with a stinging cheek and your head looking to the right. There's an immediate cry that's rips itself out of your throat, feet stumbling back. Quickly snatching your arm before you could fall, he brings you over to the set of knives he has laid out for you. "I won't ask again, either choose one or I will, and trust me... you won't like my choice. I promise you that."

With a meek nod, you glance at the assortment of switch blades, there's pretty black one with blue flames on it that you're positive Dabi would've chosen. But your mind's already made when you see a black steel-blade with rubies embedded into the handle. Pretty vermillion glare at you from its place on the counter. You slide your thumb over it at first, finger playing with the pretty gems. Picking it up to test the weight, you glide your palm over the blade. Sharp. So very sharp, Dabi could kill, given he presses deep enough.

"That one? The blue one is so much prettier," he finishes with a scoff as he pouts. You ignore his comment, nodding your head, you hand it over to him. Taking it from you, he gestures to the bedroom, twirling the deadly blade around his fingers as he stares you down. Glancing at him in uncertainty, you walk past him towards the room.

The room is warm, remnants of Dabis heat still trapped in the comforter, smells like him too, strongly of ash and cigarette smoke. It makes your brain foggy, he always smells so good, his musk is a comforting scent. There's the harsh sound of combat boots walking towards you, eyes snapping to the door, in a first-hand witness to his taunting eyes.

"You look shy doll, I couldn't possibly understand why, you came to me with this request, 'member?" You give a nod, inhaling a shaky breath as you lie on your back. He coos at you in faux sympathy, stepping closer and closer, like a lion, hunting, prowling.. but Dabi isn't one to lie and wait for very long. Especially when you look so innocent, like a helpless fawn who isn't yet aware of dangers like him. You're basically teasing him at this point, eyes too wide for to not think about fucking you, destroying you 'till there's nothing left.

You blink for a second, only for a second. It's quick, no- he's quick. The blade feels cold against your throat, sharp tip pressing a little too deep into your jugular for comfort. The smooth metal running down your throat to your tits, smoothing it over your nipples, perked for attention for the sharp tip. Your skin lifting in goosebumps, hair standing at the back of your neck when he twirls it around your left nipple.

"...I wonder, what do you think would happen if I just-" he presses the blade down harder in-between your breasts, "- ah, well.. would you look at that, hm? You're just as pretty inside as you are on the outside, oh how lucky I am." It doesn't hurt, just stings a little. The sticky scarlet immediately staining your clothes, dripping down your chest in little rain-drops. He eyes the wound for a minute before leaning down and licking it off your tits.

He hums, pulling back to look you in the eyes, "better then I thought, but not nearly as good as that little cunt I love so much." There's blood staining his teeth- your blood at that. The tip of his tongue licking away the remainder on your chest as he moves the tip of the handle of the blade to press into your clit.

There's an immediate jump-back, hand shooting down to grab onto his own, and he doesn't like that. Not even a little. "What? You got a problem with this but not when I'm lickin' blood off your tits? Some priorities you got, huh?" He swats away your hand as he presses the handle back into your clit, sliding it down over your underwear to press into your slit.

"I'm gonna fuck you with this blade, you know? See if it makes you cum quicker then my cock." You want to close your legs but he swats at them before you can even think to do so. "Try an' close 'em, and your chest won't be the only thing leaking pretty red for me." Your eyes twitch close when you feel the solid press into you, fucking you through your panties.

"Ahh, there we go, got that pussy leaking real pretty for me now, huh slut? You like this shit? 'Course you do, you're my bitch after all, ain't that right?"

I'm combining these, cause they're relatively the same.

TW: murder, murder insinuation

You didn't belong here, you knew that, Dabi knew that- hell, even the league knew that... but he couldn't let go. Dabi couldn't let you go. He realized that a couple weeks ago, while laying in bed with you. Cuddled up against him, you were so soft, made of cotton candy and silk. You didn't have a bad bone in your body, you were only a healer after all. You've never burned anyone so bad they turned to literal ashes at your feet, never watched men turned to ash from just your hands, never drove a blade into their heart for your own benefit. You didn't belong here and Dabi knew that, so, he made you belong.

He started taking you on missions with him, having you watch him burn people, whispering in your too, "watch doll, if you want too stay, you gotta watch." There was something... exciting about watching your expressions during these little escapades. It wasn't sexual for Dabi, atleast, at first. But when you gave him those teary, doe eyes he faltered in composure. The way you were at his jacket, eyes leaking salty tears, he just lost it, he promises he didn't mean it. But he had you against that wall, hand twisted in your hair so tight, you knew you'd have a headache by the end of it.

Teeth leaving nasty bruises on your throat, pretty shades of red and purple etched into your skin. Proving ownership of your full existence too him, too you, too everyone. Catching your tongue between his teeth, biting at your lips and shoving his desires down your throat. Who knew innocence tasted so sweet? Well, Dabi knew now, that it tasted of heaven, tasted of something he knew he'd never be, purity.

You always made the sweetest sounds when he was inside you, gave him a taste of paradise, tight grip on his hair as you screamed for him. He always felt good, he stretched you perfectly for him- you were made for him, if you will. You felt it, running your hands down his chest, so close together your arms were still touching your stomach... it was bulging from inside. Fuck- you could feel him inside and out, so connected that you were now one with him forever.

You always tightened so perfectly for him when he pressed down on your stomach, his cock protruding so much more that you felt like he was gonna burst out from the inside. Rip you open and leave you forever chiseled to the shape of his cock. Then you truly would belong to him, no man could fuck you like he does, leave you shaking like he does, no one could even have you clinging to them like Dabi does. He was going to do everything it took to break you down and rebuild you to his liking.

It's true that innocence tasted sweet, but Dabi was never one for sweets, always in favor of the salty, bitter things in life.

I don't think I could ever verbally explain how much I love this, I adore when Dabi is soft because he rarely shows it. It's just so honoring to have him this vulnerable.

★彡SOFT YANDERE DABI SHORT DRABBLE☆彡

Soft Yandere Dabi x Darling!

Synopsis: You read something that disturbs you greatly, your heart aching and in need of comfort. Your captor is happy to clear up some misunderstandings. (I do not condone any book or author burning, it’s just for the story)

Warnings: Soft NSFW (smut), light yandere themes, cursing, pet names (doll, sweet girl, princess), afab reader, FLUFF, fingering, penetrative sex, mentions of murder, Dabi is not a soft man even if he’s being soft

You didn’t realize you were crying until you tasted your own tears. The pages in your hands slowly blurring as you tried to rationalize with yourself. It’s just a story, fiction, not real. Though, try as you might, your empathetic heart aches with the thought of something so horrid ever happening to you. The main character in your novel, the adventurous and wonderful protagonist, meets a torturous end at the hands of the one they loved most.

Manipulated, used, abused, and left behind like trash.

The first hiccuped sob is a bit loud, as you quickly move to stifle the next. Why this was hitting you so deeply, you truly couldn’t fathom. Maybe it was the thought of him doing it to you. The man in question certainly capable and able of bad deeds like no other, but when it came to you he was always gentle. Even when he claimed he wasn’t, that he was going to be “rough” and “show you who was in charge”, they was empty threats followed by pleasure and loving hands thereafter.

It might be due to your attachment to the series, a different protagonist and antagonist in each book but all set in the same world and slowly intertwining as you near the end. This was the second to last book, but the ending has you struggling to pick up the next. It was just so sad, and the author depicted the emotional and physical pain so well.

You sniffled, putting the book on the night stand and getting up to go get a glass of water from the kitchen. Dabi was gone on mission, and you weren’t sure when he would be back anyhow. It was best to put the TV on and find something to distract yourself.

Is what you thought, but just as you passed the front door, it unlocked and opened to reveal your tall captor dressed in casual street wear. A black torn up hoodie with a white t-shirt underneath, the hood up over his head and a black cotton mask hiding everything but his electric blue eyes. His black jeans with a spiked belt and combat boots were a little muddy, but it wasn’t too unusual since it was the rainy season. He held a plastic shopping bag in his right hand, and the house keys in the left. Both dropped to the ground though, and faster than really should be normal, your face was cradled in his hands as he looked down on you in a panic. Water dripped off his soaked clothing and onto you and the floor below.

“Hey doll, wanna tell me what’s wrong?” It was nearly threatening how he asked it. Especially with his mask covering up a lot of his expression, but you were familiar with the concern in his gaze, despite there being a hint of malice attached too.

“Oh, no it’s nothing important!” The embarrassment of having been caught crying over a story was enough torture, let alone explaining it aloud to a man who could very well laugh at you because of it. The thought of being ridiculed by Dabi left a sour taste in your mouth, and you were eager to change the subject.

“You’re all wet! Let me grab a towelー” When you tried to move away, his grip changed on your face. Instead of the gentle caress a moment ago, he now gripped your jaw and cheeks in one hand, and his atmosphere changed. Despite him being a flame quirk, the chills he could evoke were terrifying. “Try moving away again when I ask you a question, I don’t really feel like punishing you tonight, but if that’s what you want…” He trailed off, and you didn’t need to be told twice.

Maybe it was the tone of voice he used now, or the threat of punishment… even though they were never really punishments in your opinion, but the flood gates opened nonetheless. Your tears were thankfully enough for his irritation to evaporate back into concern, strong arms wrapping around you and pulling you close to lean on him. He smelled like rain and smoke, and a bit spicy. He’d likely been active, but the way he smelled was familiar and comforting. It was no longer a scent which evoked terror in you, instead you melted into his damp embrace.

“Okay, okay, how about this? You go start the shower. Set the temperature just how you like. I’ll be there to join you in a minute, yeah?” His raspy low voice turned soothing, a gentle hand cupping your cheek so he could press his forehead against your own. You felt a shiver run through you, the sick feeling in your gut lessening with his idea. He did always complain about your preferred shower temperature, and the teasing wasn’t lost on you as you sniffed and nodded. Blowing your nose also sounded like a good idea, snot probably on his hoodie already. He gave your head a quick kiss, pushing you in the direction of the bathroom as he moved to shut and lock the door behind him. You followed his order, padding across the floor and onto the tile of the bathroom, the chill traveling up your spine and setting you into motion.

The spray of water hitting your bare skin was uncomfortable at first. You really did just want to curl up in a ball and pretend this all wasn’t happening. You struggled to formulate a better plausible reason for you acting like this, but your mind kept coming up blank.

It was too late, as the bathroom door opened and Dabi entered. The clear glass door hid nothing from his eyes as he smirked and shamelessly watched you for a moment. His face mask was gone, along with his hoodie. He easily stripped off his shirt, his body on display this time for you as he slowly undid his belt. You liked when he did this, put on a show of sorts, even though when he’d first taken you, he hardly ever took his shirt off even when you were intimate. His crude attitude made him come off confident, if not overly, about his looks. You knew better now though, the insecurities his burns and scars carried. You always did your best to turn that around though, to tell and show him how much they amplified his charm and appeal to you. His gaze caught yours as he finally joined you, both of you naked and exposed but the water and tight space seemed to make it less vulnerable.

He wasted little time in grabbed your body wash and soaping you up. His touch teasing and light, riling despite his denial in doing so. Grazing your nipples so innocently, as if he truly is just interested in washing you. Only just barely applying pressure to your clit, and pretending like he hadn’t teased you until you were dripping. “I’m just trying to clean you up doll, and you’re getting off on it?” His tone was mocking, but you could care less as he dipped a finger and then another inside you. The ache in your chest lessened by a new ache in your belly. He’d barely pumped his fingers a few times in you, and you were already close.

“Dabiー”

“Shh… I know. Just come for me, don’t think about anything else. You can do that for me can’t you?” He was behind you, front flush with your back and his hard cock pressed between your ass. Your legs were shaking, arms hooked behind you to hang on as he began teasing your clit too.

It was too much. “Dabi please, I can’t!”

“You don’t really have a choice doll… don’t make me tell you againー fuck, good girl.” You were falling apart in seconds, your pussy drenching his hand and the tension in your belly snapping.

He washed you again, this time methodically. His touch was no longer arousing, more intent on massaging your muscles and loosening the rest of the tension you carried. Though his lips pressed against your own, and he whispered praises in your ear, nothing else took place.

He dried you off, dressed you in one of his shirts, and pushed you towards the bed.

“Now…” he looked serious, climbing onto the bed after you in only a pair of dark boxers. You leaned back, nervous as he took position over you, arms and legs caging you in. “Care to tell me what upset you?” His gaze was daring you to lie, and you were certainly tempted to do so, but you were already drained. He’d hardly been home for half an hour and was crumbling your defenses.

Dabi was nothing if not observant and meticulous when it came to you.

“Something sad happened to the protagonist in my book…” Your tongue dipped out to wet your lips, his eyes tracking every little twitch and movement you made like a predator waiting to strike.

He didn’t speak. His stony expression didn’t give way to the ridicule you expected either. His only indication for you to continue was a slight nod of his head. You chose to settle your stare on his collar bone, easier than meeting his intense gaze. “A-and it, um, it made me sad… I guess? It made me sort of… compare it to u-us. Like, if it happened to me…” Your eyes flicked briefly up to his own before back down again. The confession messy and hardly worth noting, at least in your own opinion.

He grunted, making you look back up as he cocks a brow down at you in his usual mildly condescending attitude. “You think I might do the bad thing that happened in your book to you?” His guess was a bullseye, and it didn’t make you feel good to even paint him in that light. You knew logically he’d never do something so atrocious to you, not if he meant how he felt for you.

But insecurities don’t listen or feed off logic.

He must’ve gotten some non-verbal confirmation from you, because in the next moment he was reaching over the bedside table and grabbing up the offending novel, setting it ablaze right before your eyes. The dust and ashes lightly decorating your torso as you gaped in shock. He grinned, looking pleased as he brushed the remnants of the pages off you. “I don’t read all the books I get you, no point and they don’t really interest me, but I do read their synopsis and spoilers. You think I’d let me friends fuck you?”

You felt the atmosphere getting dangerous as he looked downright feral. A warm hand on your chest pressing you flat on your back into the mattress.

“Think I’d sit back and watch while a bunch of deranged shit bags had their fill of you?” His tone was menacing, hissing out his visible disgust even as he spoke. “This is clearly my fault, isn’t it doll?” You weren’t sure how to answer him, but he laughed when you quickly shook your head. The rhetorical question seeming to lead nowhere good. “No, I think we need to have a revisit to an old lesson. Who you belong to, is me, and me alone, sweet girl.” His hand drags up your chest to your throat where his long fingers encircle it. He doesn’t squeeze hard, but he does place enough pressure for you to feel to dominance he’s displaying. “Have I been to nice with you? Is that why you don’t know the answer to what I’d do if anyone tried to even touch you?” You weren’t able to fully shake your head, so it forced to speak even though it came out strained.

“N-no… I-I’m sorry Dabiー” he cut your apology short by briefly cutting your oxygen.

“Nu-uh doll, we aren’t doing little apologies right now. We’re having open and honest dialogue here.” If he wasn’t currently choking you and pinning you to the bed, maybe you’d believe that. He released his tight grip, going back to gentle pressure as you gasped for air, panting.

“No, we’re going to have a test. If you get at least 80% correct, I’ll pass you. If you don’t however…” he trailed off, looking down at you with mock pity. It made you nervous and excited all at once, and he must’ve noticed the way you squeezed your thighs because he sat up on his knees now. His free hand pressing on your lower abdomen and moving down to your bare cunt under his shirt. “Always so ready for me, aren’t you doll?” You wanted to argue he was always teasing you, that was the true explanation behind your arousal, but it might end whatever was happening so you kept quiet. He trailed a finger up through your folds, your legs spreading wider in invitation for him to do more. He doesn’t though, just softly spreading your arousal over your clit before moving back down to do it again. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. Not even close to what you needed to send you over the edge. Your little whines and pleas would go ignored, Dabi loving edging just as much as he loved overstimulation. Either produced the reaction he truly adored, your body and mind unable to function without him.

“Now… question number oneーpay attention” he sent a sharp slap to your clit that had you jerking and crying out in his hold, “ーwhat is the fastest way to piss me off?” Your poor clit throbbed, but you swallowed and did your best to answer coherently.

“L-lie to you…?” Another slap to your clit had you whining as you dug your heels into the bed to push away from him to little avail. It was the wrong answer.

“Not what you do to piss me off, I mean in general, doll. What’s the quickest way for someone to burn?” He spoke so casually about murder, it barely registered as anything odd to you. You took a moment longer to think about it, and he kindly let you as he returned to teasing your slit.

You shivered, “To hurt me…” you whispered softly, but moaned loudly the next moment when he sank a finger into you. Your head leaned back as he began pumping into you at the perfect pace, curling up even as your hips lifted to meet him. “Good girl…” he murmured, but he was watching the way your tight cunt took his finger.

“Next question.” He chuckled at your whine, clearly you weren’t an eager student. “Who would kill everyone if anything happened to you?” Despite his horrendous words, you couldn’t fathom caring as you felt the coil tightening inside you. “Y-you would, oh there!” You moaned wantonly as he slipped another finger inside and curled them to rub at that perfect spot. The sound of him finger fucking you was erotic and distracting.

“Fuck you’re so wet, I think you like these lessons…” his expression was salacious, and you tightened around him seeing it. He licked his lips, and you knew he was nearing his own limit if the tent in his boxers was any indication.

“Question number three, would I ever fucking let someone else touch you, let alone share you?” You moaned, feeling your orgasm approaching, fingers clenching the sheets in a death grip as you struggled to speak. He was doing it on purpose. Just a little more andー

He slid his fingers out before you could come, “Please!” It was a useless and futile plea.

He laughed, looking so amused as the grip around your neck got tighter and he pushed you back into the mattress. “Answer me sweet girl, or you won’t come again tonight.” It wasn’t a threat, it was a warning, and you knew from experience to take it seriously. He’d edge you the entire night. “N-no! You wouldn’t! You wouldn’t!”

Your fervent answer must’ve satisfied him, or he’d reached his limit. It hardly mattered when his thick cock bumped your clit. The swollen and reddened tip so hot in comparison to the cool metal of his piercings. You couldn’t spread your legs any further, only able to arch your back and beg for him to just fuck you already. He used his hand still wet with your juices to pump his shaft a few times, groaning when he finally did sink his tip into you.

Then he slammed fully inside and had you wailing.

“Fuck yes!” He hissed, gritting his teeth in a savage grin. His free hand now anchored your hip down, as he began a brutal pace of possessiveness and ownership. He was claiming your cunt as he fit every inch of himself inside you. Bullying your poor cervix as his balls slapped against your ass. He knew how to angle his hips to grind into your clit as well in this position, and it had you seeing stars when you came so suddenly.

His rhythm faltered only momentarily when he realized you’d came so quickly, chuckling as his ego soared. “Oh yeah? You love my cock that fucking much, dirty princess?” He wasn’t kind as he fucked you right through your orgasm. He grunted, pulling out of you only to flip you on your stomach and yank your ass up to fill you again from behind. It was a whole new stretch and pressure that had you noisily crying out as he pressed your face into the mattress. His chest against your back and vicious thrusts were animalistic but also so intimate. It was grounding as all thoughts left you and you surrendered to just feeling.

He must’ve felt it too, as he leaned back and slowed down to a more manageable pace for you to breathe.

“Last question… who owns this pussy?” It had you shivering, as you quietly managed to choke out his name.

His hand came down on your ass now, both sides smacked painfully. It only made the pleasure intensify as you tightened around his cock, making him moan. “Louder!”

“Dabiー” two more hits landed on your ass, the burning sensation coupled with the perfect way he filled you up had you nearing another orgasm.

“Poor thing,” he mocked, “Am I just fucking you that good? You can’t fucking think now? Who owns this pussy!?” He was already spanking you again as you wailed out your answer.

“You! Dabi! Dabi owns my pussy!” He was fucking you again in earnest and it only threw you over the edge again as you came on his cock for the second time. Both hands on your hips to rip you back on his cock as he bounced you off. Your head was spinning as you babbled nonsense, unable to keep your chest up as your arms gave out. He was chasing his own finish now though, roughly fucking you down into the mattress as you finally felt him say your name lowly and his hot cum fill you up.

You stayed like that for a minute or so as you both worked to catch your breath. As always though, Dabi recovered quicker as he lazily slid out of your twitching cunt now dripping his white hot load out and onto the bed. He reached out to spread you wider, a closer view to watch it run out of you. Then he used one hand to catch it, this time pushing it back inside of you and causing you to whine at the contact to your sore cunt.

“Dabi…” his name on your lips hoarse.

“I know, doll. Tired?” He asked so sweetly while still fucking his come back inside you.

“Yes…” he only hummed, finally losing interest as he helped you onto your back and kissed your tear stained cheek.

“You feel better?” His eyes were gentle and face relaxed as he began drawing mindless patterns across your face with the tip of his thumb. The soothing action had you blinking tiredly. You only nodded, a soft smile on your lips as the earlier ache and worry disappeared.

You should’ve known better. This man was a lunatic and out of his mind, your fears were unfounded.

“Good. Go to sleep, I’ll clean you up.”

When you’d finally drifted off to sleep, Dabi cleaned himself up and got dressed.

He had an author to burn alongside the book after all.

Bully Dabi🥵 he messes with you your whole life ever since you moved in the neighborhood. He makes sure you don't have any meaningful connections with friends from school so no one bothers you. It wasn't till University that it got kicked up a notch. He wasn't shoving into you or saying mean things anymore it was more sexual now. He grabs you around the corner of a classroom and makes you grind on him. While doing that he says the nastiest things in your ear. 'You always wanted this' 'wanted to ruin you for so long' 'wait till you see my cock you'll drool over it like the little cock slut you are' 'my cock slut' 'can't wait to see this tummy buldge from my cock'

TW- NONCON, victim blaming, sexual assault, bullying, verbal and physical abuse You had moved into the neighborhood when you were about eight years old, your dad had gotten a new job that payed way better then his old one. Being an only child, you never really had people to play with so, when your dad told you that there was a family across the street with kids your age, you were ecstatic. The kids were really nice to you, well, except the oldest, Touya or as all his friends called him, Dabi. He was always so mean to you. Tripping you, pulling your hair, spilling juice on your pretty clothes, you never liked Touya, he never gave you a reason too. So, you did your best to avoid him, you only came over to play with Fuyumi anyway, so, you would just be in her room playing dolls and having fun, until you had to go home. Now the bullying wasn't too bad as kids, it was more like an inconvenience for you. But in high school? That's when it started to get worse, the tripping turned into Dabi- as he now forced you to call him- pushing you into lockers and laughing when he sees the bruises on your shoulders and thighs. The hair pulling turned into him yanking you up by your hair as he called you mean names. You wanted to tell someone, you truly did but all the girls loved Dabi, that was apparent when he had a new one hanging off him everyday. Plus you didn't want your parents to move you to a different school, you had a lot of friends here. You especially didn't want to tell Fuyumi, knowing she'd tell everyone, it would be in good faith coming from her but, she really couldn't keep a secret to save her life.

Dabi being older then you by a couple years means he graduated and went to college first, giving you two years of peace, you didn't have to look over your shoulder or wear jackets all the time in order to cover the bruises he inflicted. You could have fun and joke around with friends without him staring you down from across the hall. It was the best two years of school you've had in your life, plus, Dabi moved into a dorm on campus with his friends Keigo and Tomura. So, you rarely saw Dabi around the neighborhood, except when he came home occasionally on weekends. But even then, you'd rather five- rarely seven- days of peace then none at all. It also meant you could talk to guys without Dabi threatening them or in most cases, beating them black and blue. It's the worst in college though, the years of peace in high school gone all too quickly as you start uni. Although, you don't have any classes with Dabi, so you rarely see him. After classes is a different story though, he's trailing after you, holding you hostage in empty classroom and calling you mean names as his bullying gets bolder.. more.. sexual. He's pinning you against the wall now, leaving hickeys and bruises on your neck, shoving his tongue in your mouth and probably the worst is when he pushes you on top of the desk to spread your legs and hump your cunt over your clothes. Then there was the time that Dabi had dragged you you into an empty classroom, calling you a slut because your skirt was too short for his liking as he laid you on the empty teacher desk and proceeded to pull your skirt up and take his cock out. He had you lay there as he rubbed the head of his dick over your clit, through your panties, making you beg for him to play with your pussy. "Feels good, doesn't it slut?" Forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist, he grinds into your cunt. Slapping your hands away when you try to hide your face and laughing when you start to cry. Pumping his cock a couple times, he runs it over your panties, making sure his tip catches your clit. Trying to look away from him doesn't work 'cause he'll just pull your upper body off the desk and make you watch him fuck your clit, his slit leaking beads of pre-cum, wetting the sensitive nub, his piercing catching on it so nicely. He'll switch from that, to pulling your underwear to the side so that he can slap at the little bundle of nerves and rolling it with his pointer and thumb.

"I don't know why you're covering your face, you were asking for it, wearing all the slutty clothes that you do." Dabi says the meanest things when he has you like this, he's never been soft while he touches you. Always bending you over the railing in the stairwell so that he can lift your skirt to rub your pussy with two fingers then he'll pull your thong tightly against your pussy, so that your lips peak out and he can grind against you. Or when you're leaving the building he'll pull you with him behind the school so that he can give 'daily hole checks,' as he calls them. He says he does them to make sure you're not whoring yourself out, seeing how tight you are by making you suck on his fingers so he can push them inside you. "Bend over bitch, I won't ask again, gotta make sure this pussy is just how I left it." If you're too slow doing as he asks, he'll push against the wall and pulling your ass towards him. From there, he'll pull your panties down, letting them drop to your ankles as he spreads your pussy open and literally stares at your pussy for minutes, pulling lips apart and pushing tip of his thumb inside, spitting on your clit and using his palm to spread it all over your cunt, getting spit on your thighs as he does so. If he deems that your pussy isn't how he left, whether his cum is no longer in you or you feel "looser" then he'll punish you. He makes you hold up your skirt from behind with your face squished against the dirty brick wall as he slaps your ass, hitting you so hard your eyes burn from the salty tears running down your cheeks. Telling you mean things as he carries out his brutal assault on your ass. "Don't start crying now bitch, if you weren't such a slut, I wouldn't have to hit you." or, "Did you really wipe my cum out of you? You ungrateful little whore." and, "Move away from me again and see what happens, I'll hit a lot fucking harder, try me." and of course, "You really think anyone'll believe you? Those bitches you hang out with would kill to be in your position, would beg to have my cock stretching them so full it bulges from their fucking stomach.

When r requests gonna b open 👊👊

Early November!!! But... if you, ya know... wanted too send thirst in (specifically Dabi please guys I'm so desperate, my head is racing with thoughts of him and I need people too send in the most depraved shit-) you absolutely could!!!

Mistakes and consequences

Dabi x reader

Category: smut

Warnings: dub-con, mouth-fucking, throat-fucking, slight choking, cheating, Dabi being an asshole.

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You woke up from a hard pounding in your head. It felt as if someone was hitting it with a hammer.

You slowly lifted your head up from a dirty pillow, shivering. A big t-shirt was the only thing covering your bare body.

Your throat was as dry as a desert. You needed to get some water. You wondered wherever Hawks was already at work or not.

That's when it hit you. It wasn't your or Hawks's aparment. It wasn't your bed either.

The hand that had snaked up its way around your waist, and the chest your back was pressed against wasn't Hawks's either.

Suddenly feeling light-headed, you almost jump from your position. But the hand kept you steady in your place.

You felt as if your heart was going to jump from your chest. Literally. A scream was stuck somewhere in your throat, so all you were able to do is let out a small whimper.

"Why so fast to leave, doll?" a low, painfully familiar voice broke the silence.

Your eyes quickly trailed up the hand still holding your waist. Metal staples holding the scarred skin and normal, slight tanned flesh together could only belong to one person.

Dabi.

You knew him as a friend of Hawks and of course, an infamous villain with a kill count probably higher than he count of people he had fucked. Maybe not.

Why were you in one bed with Dabi? Why were you with Dabi, in the first place?

Trying to remember what lead you to this stupid, rom-com situation you were in, you desperately tried to recall what happened last night.

Nothing.

It felt as if someone wiped your head sparkly clean, leaving not one memory from last night's events.

You needed answers, but first, you needed to get away from him. The way his hand was so posessively holding you made you shiver. It almost felt dirty.

"Let me go." you demanded, trying to hide the way your voice quivered.

He surprisingly complied and you finally turned to face him, receded to now sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Why am I here? Does Hawks have something to do with this? Did we-"

You looked him up and down. He was sitting up with his hands at the back of his head, enjoying himself.

Dabi's face lit up in amusement, the glint in his electric blue eyes letting you understand that he had all the answers. He looked like he was watching a lottery, while knowing all the lucky numbers.

"One question at a time, wouldn't want me to get too tired to answer them, right?"

You took a deep breath, trying to contain yourself from calling him an asshole.

"Why am I here?" you finally asked, tone calmer than last time.

Dabi's smirk got wider, almost making you afraid that his staples would pop off.

"You called me last night, crying." he answered, pausing as if he wanted to tease you.

"Why?" you asked, frowning.

"Apparently Hawks was busy with his hero shit on your anniversary and you felt lonely. "

Oh... Oh.

Focusing, you could remember calling him, but it felt like the memory was surrounded by mist. Damn, were you really so desperate that you called like, the least comforting person you knew?

"And then?"

Dabi was letting the story unfold slowly, not saying everything at once, finding some kind of fun in taunting you.

"You came to my place. Hugged me, got my jacket all wet with your tears, the usual."

He was hinting to the one time you got your leg hurt and he had to carry you home, while you tried to contain your tears from spilling. Obviously, you failed, but he never failed to remind you of that.

"Well, that doesn't explain why I'm in your bed with only a shirt on." you scoffed, looking at the shirt. It wasn't yours and was a tad too big, almost like a really short dress.

Dabi tilted his head, eyebrows raised.

"Isn't it obvious?

You had one guess, but oh god, were you praying to the skies above that it wasn't correct.

Not getting an answer from you he cleared his throat, cocky smirk still apparent, and then voiced your worst fear:

"You got drunk and we fucked."

You eyes were as wide as plates, hands trembling, trying to catch your breath.

No, no. This couldn't be true.

"Why," your voice trembled. "Why didn't you stop me, if I was drunk? You know that I'm with Hawks-"

Dabi sat up, eyeing you up and down. It made you want to puke. Cheating was the lowest low you could hit.

"Found ya entertaining, desperate to be fucked by someone better than your shitty hero."

The shirt, that was obviously his, now felt like it was burning your skin.

"I thought we were friends."

His eyes went wider as a husky laugh left his throat.

"Friends? Well, we're friends with benefits now, then."

Your head was heavy, heart thumping loudly. You were so disguisted with yourself. Hawks... How could you do something like this to him?

You needed to leave.

Quickly standing up from the bed, you found your panties beside it and quickly slid them on, thankful that his shirt covered your ass.

Dabi watched with curiousity as you collected your clothes, scattered all over the floor.

"Where’re you going?"

You lifted your head up to meet his mesmerizing blue gaze.

"Home. Where else?"

"You gonna tell Hawks that we fucked?"

Your cheeks turned red. He could've just not told you. You only remembered fragments of what has happened, anyways. In your mind, you could've fully believe that this was just another night with Hawks.

You debated wherever you should or shouldn't tell Hawks about it. One part of you wanted to tell him, because you didn't keep any secrets from each other. But your selfish part wanted to keep quiet, fearing that Hawks would leave you when you told him.

"No." you finally responded, after finding your phone. It had six missed calls and about 6 messages. You only read 'Text me back as soon as you see this' from Hawks, before turning it off.

"Then I'm gonna tell him." sighed Dabi, throwing a blanket off of himself and standing up. He was shirtless, only wearing gray sweatpants. You could clearly see an outline of his boner through them and you quickly turned away.

Where was he going with this? If someone told Hawks about this, that person would most definitely be you.

"He's not gonna believe you." you hissed, turning away to finally go, but Dabi caught your wrist with a smile.

"Dabi-"

Wordessly, he fished his phone out of the pocket and quickly unlocking it and played a video.

"What's-"

"Watch." Dabi demanded, pushing his phone into your hands.

You rolled your eyes and then finally saw what was going on.

No...

Right before your eyes was your own face, loud moans slipping away from your lips in a room filled with sound of skin slapping skin. Your naked chest covered in white substance, bounced with every thrust.

"Harder..."

Your own voice betrayed you and your hands started shaking.

"What's that, doll?" ringed Dabi's voice.

"Fuck me harder, Dabi!'" your lust filled moans loudly rang through your head.

You quickly paused the video, pressing delete, but before you could press 'ok', Dabi grabbed his phone out of your trembling hands.

You were so fucked.

"You want wing-hero to see this, dollface?" His words seemed far away. "You want him to hear you screaming?" Dabi was now leaning against you, his arms snaking up your waist and reaching your chest as lewd words came out as whispers, hot against your ear "You want him to know how good I fucked you?"

"No!" you snapped out of your trance to step away from him, resulting in a chuckle from black-haired man.

"Then you have to do me a favour, doll,"

You considered just... letting him send Hawks the video, but your selfish side won. You had no one else except Hawks. No one could ever love you like he did, and you really didn't want to lose it.

"What are you talking about?"

Dabi tapped one of his long fingers against his chin, as if he was thinking.

"A good blowjob and we're even."

You stepped back, eyes now wide.

"I'm not sucking your fucking cock!"

Dabi turned his phone to you. It was his chat with Hawks, the video about to be sent.

"Do you want me to send it?" he asked, voice growly.

"No..." you whispered.

"What's that?"

"No!"

Smile returned to his face. He knew you would agree.

If you thought what you did was low now, you now fell even lower.

"Get on your knees." he barked.

You complied by getting on your knees, trying to think about something else. The floor was hard and cold so you tried to draw your attention to that.

"Don't worry, babe, I'll be gentle." Dabi grinned and you tried not to puke.

Yes, he was attractive, hot even, but you were really just thinking of what kind of manipulative asshole he was and how you got yourself into this, willingly.

His pulled down his sweatpants, cock already hard. Your eyes widened. He was so much bigger than Hawks. You didn't know how he expected you to take him.

Dabi paused, his dick a few centimetres from your closed lips.

"Suck." growled Dabi.

You slowly opened your mouth, licking the pre-cum off of the tip of his dick. Starting to take him into your mouth slowly, as the small of your tongue was lapping down the underside of his cock.

Dabi hissed, tilting his head back. You felt dirty, just plain dirty.

You were bobbing your head slowly, trying to not take all of his dick in, just enough that it didn't hit the back of your throat. The last thing you wanted right now was gagging on Dabi's cock.

Dabi, on the other hand, had other thoughts. You panicked, as he slid his big hands into your hair, gripping handfuls.

You knew what would come next.

Dabi jerked your head forward, making you choke.

"That's right," he breathed out, You turned your eyes down, praying for all of this to be over soon.

Dabi started thrusting faster, going deeper with every desperate thrust, making you gag.

Maybe you were just stupid to think that Dabi would let you go at your own pace.

His pace was becoming too fast to keep up with. Your lungs were burning from the lack of air.

"Look into my eyes," he grunted, fucking your mouth harder. You didn't comply so one of his hands found it's way on your neck. Panicking, you raised your gaze to look to his smirking face.

His hand still gripped your neck harder, as if he didn't care about anything. Seeing the outline of his cock on your throat, he found it amusing choking you.

You felt lightheaded from the lack of air and Dabi's thrusts were becoming even more erratic.

He would finish soon.

As you already saw black dots at the corners of your eyes, Dabi tilted his head back, thrusting one more time and then spilling his cum into your mouth. White, silky strings coated the inside of your throat.

That fucking asshole, oh my god, you were going to kill him. WHO THE FUCK COMES INTO YOUR MOUTH WITHOUT CONSENT?

Dabi laughed, seeing the way your eyes just radiated anger.

The black-haired man pulled so you, breathing deeply and thankful to finally catch your breath, were ready to spit it out. Dabi quickly grabbed your jaw, shutting your mouth up.

"Swallow."

You shook your head, and he just tilted his head.

"We're doing this the hard way, huh?"

Two of his long fingers pinched your nose, cutting all the air supply you had. You tried to back away, but one of his hands was still gripping your hair.

You waited, till you couldn't take it anymore. Burying your pride, you unwillingly swallowed his load, feeling the disgusting taste.

"Good girl," he laughed and let go of your nose, letting you catch your breath once again, pulling his pants up.

"Can I go now?"

"Yeah. You could've gone home before that too. But thanks for staying." he laughed, winking.

You stood up and took all your stuff, not wanting to look him in the eyes.

"'Till next time. Call me when the hero treats you bad again."

You didn't bother answering him, just quickly getting out of his dirty apartment, loudly shutting the door.

Dabi laughed, falling back to his messy bed and then taking his phone to go back to the chat with Hawks and pressing 'send'.

Oh man, this was fun.

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Huge thanks to @velvet-kissesss for proof-reading and correcting my mistakes! ❤️🥺

A.n

Ahh man this was fun to write and my first attempt to write nsfw, so don't judge me too hard 😂😂 I feel like I need like six showers to not feel dirty after writing this :D

If u have any requests/prompts send them to my ask box!! ❤️❤️

A Promise Unyielding || Dabi x fem!reader

Summary: During a night patrol, you find yourself being pulled into a dim alleyway by your villainous boyfriend

Warnings: smut w/o plot

Word count: 1820

Authors: Cass & Rouge

During one of the night patrols, Dabi decided to simply snatch you off the street and pull you into a dark alleyway. "Look at you! Dressed so nicely. My little hero," Dabi purred, wrapping arms around your waist as he pressed you against a cold wall.

You looked shocked at Dabi, your hands instinctively grabbing onto his shoulders for support. "What are you doing?" You asked, your voice trembling with disbelief. "Brrr! Cold!"

"Oh, now you pretend to feel cold? Somehow you didn't whine like that the last time we fucked outside," Dabi chuckled, pushing his knee between your legs, parting them wider. "I missed my little hero. Don't tell me you didn't miss me."

Your cheeks flushed with a deep blush as you heard his words, and your heart raced in response. And then, as his knee pushed in between your thighs, a wave of desire and anticipation coursed through you. "Dabi..." You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your bodies pressed together, intensifying the electrifying connection between you as you desperately started planting kisses on his jawline.

His hand grasped on your hip tightly, he picked you up, pressing you more against the wall. 

"Is that all you can say to me now? Or are we playing a hero and a bad, bad villain, huh?” Dabi purred, kissing your neck while his hands started working on getting rid of the costume you wore. "You look so pretty in it but I prefer you without too many clothes on."

You blushed deeply at his words, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. It was remarkable how Dabi possessed this uncanny ability to make you flush with just a single word spoken. His presence had a way of igniting a fire within you that you couldn't easily extinguish. "Not... here," you whispered, your voice barely audible as he began to work on your clothes. A mixture of excitement and apprehension coursed through you, and the thought of being caught in such an intimate act fueled your desires.

Dabi laughed shortly, hands moving along your back. "Not here? And why is that?" He muttered lowly, close to your ear. "What? Are you worried your hero friends will witness you getting fucked by a villain? Are you worried they will find out you are just a bad guy's slut?”

"T-they won't understand..." You whispered quietly, shivering under his every touch.

"Not that they would ever understand," he rolled his eyes. "The minimum we can offer is a small spectacle. Don't you agree, doll?" Dabi hummed, slowly removing the lower part of your gear.

You parted your lips, holding tightly onto his neck. "You'll be the death of me one day." You kissed his jaw again, soon aiming for his lips.

Dabi suddenly set you back on the ground and kneeled between your legs, putting one of them over his shoulder. "Oh, I don't think you deserved a kiss yet." Fortunately, with your costume, gaining access to your undergarments was a simple task. Two of his fingers pressed into the soft fabric of your panties. "Look at that. So against it yet my little doll is already wet, just for me. Interesting."

You slipped your hands into his black, spiky hair, relishing the soft texture as your fingers entwined in the strands. His hair felt slightly rebellious, matching his edgy demeanor. "Oh my Gosh," you whispered, barely moving your lips. "Please, I need you to fuck me, I won't hold it any longer... Do I sound like a needy whore? God, I hope I don't..."

"Oh, you do sound like this," Dabi teased and soon moved your panties to the side. Rough pads of his fingers pressed to your clit. "You sound like my needy, little, slut." 

Right after those words, his fingers moved lower, gently prodding at your tight entrance as his lips wrapped around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

You arched your back, putting one of your hands over your mouth to muffle your moans. Dabi skillfully maneuvered, guiding you with a finesse that made it feel as though you were an instrument in his hands. Every touch, every caress, was orchestrated with precision, evoking a symphony of pleasure that resonated deep within you. "Can you stop teasing me?" You whimpered. "I want your cock in. Now."

Dabi frowned and pulled away, placing hands on your hips. "Do I need to remind you that I am the one in charge here? If you piss me off, I'll leave you here all alone and needy."

You looked down at Dabi, nodding your head. "S-sorry, Dabi..."

"That's my doll," Dabi praised you and dived back between your legs. His tongue licked and pushed into your entrance while his fingers pinched your clit.

To get some more friction, you tried to buck your hips back and forth, grinding your pussy over his face; soft moans escaping your parted lips.

He growled and pulled away. "You're really annoying tonight. Fucking needy whore."

Dabi got up to his feet and immediately turned you around so you faced the wall. "Telling me what to do, moving when I didn't allow you to." All you could hear was the sound of him unfastening his pants. "I wanted to make my doll feel good but fine. I’m gonna fuck you like the slut you are."

He pressed you hard against the cold wall and then pushed his hard cock into your tight pussy from behind with a low growl.

"Fuck," you moaned quietly. The way Dabi made you feel was overwhelming, like an intoxicating wave crashing over you. Every touch, every whispered word sent shivers down your spine and ignited a fire within your soul. The intensity of your connection was almost too much to bear, but you couldn't resist diving deeper into this all-encompassing sensation. It was a blissful chaos that consumed you entirely. One of your hands slipped between your thighs to rub little circles over your pussy. "Fuck, ohm, yes, yes! So good! Fuck me!"

"You really want me to fucking stop, don't you?” Dabi scolded you and grabbed your busy hand to pin it over your head. He didn't stop himself from using his quirk to slightly burn your wrist as a punishment. "You will never learn that I am the only one that can touch you."

His other hand moved from your hip to your abdomen, pressing hard on your skin to add the nice pressure to the place where his cock created a bulge. Dabi made sure he kept the hard and fast pace so you could feel every inch of his dick and how deep he was reaching.

You moaned loudly as Dabi quickened his pace, your voice echoing in the alley as pleasure surged through every fiber of your being. The intensity of the moment intensified, building up like a wildfire, as he expertly pushed us both towards the edge of ecstasy. The sounds of your passion mingled in the air, creating a symphony of desire; the sound of skin slapping against skin was almost enough to send you over the edge. "F-forgive me, Dabi! It's... So good! I couldn't stop myself!"

"I knew heroes were pathetic but you, doll?" He groaned, grabbing your chin to make you look at him. "I thought I trained you well, yet you still do stuff like this."

Hand from your abdomen swiftly moved to your clit to pinch it before he started to rub fast circles over it. 

His chest pressed against your back, pressing you even harder to the wall as his thrusts became even faster. "C'mon, you little slut. Come for me, come on my cock. Fuck," he growled, getting a bit overhelmed by the nice feeling of your walls tightening around him.

"Fuck!" You let out a weak moan, your legs trembling under the force of his hard thrusts. The intensity of your connection overwhelmed you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Each powerful movement left you gasping for air, completely consumed by the raw passion between the two of you. Your lips went dry and even running your tongue's top over them wasn't helping at that point. "D-Dabi! Harder! Fuck, harder!" You pleaded, your eyes welling up with tears as you glanced at him, hoping he would understand.

With an eye roll he grabbed your hips and increased the pace, fucking you even harder and faster than before. His grip was so strong that he expected your skin to have a nice souvenir for a few days. Dabi groaned from time to time, feeling himself getting closer.

You reached your peak, your body trembling with pleasure despite the lingering pain from the small burn on your wrist and the intense sensations radiating from within your pussy as Dabi continued to thrust in you hard. The sheer ecstasy consumed you, overpowering any discomfort, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you breathless and utterly lost in the moment; the only thing to escape your lips was Dabi's name.

"Fuck!" Dabi growled and he shot warm ribbons of cum deep inside you.

Just for a moment Dabi rested his forehead against your shoulder, trying to catch his breath.

His palms let go of your hips and moved up your belly to hug you tightly from behind. "My little hero slut. Such a good girl,” Dabi purred against your ear before giving it a playful bite.

After Dabi pulled out of you, you turned in his arms, a sense of intimacy and contentment enveloping you both. 

Taking a moment to adjust and improve your gear, particularly the pants, you then wrapped your arms around him, savoring the warmth of his embrace. Nuzzling against him, you placed gentle kisses along his shoulders and the nape of his neck, cherishing the closeness. "I love it when you go rough on me..."

Dabi pulled his pants back up and made himself look presentable again. "Yeah but I don't like when you act bratty," he scolded you and then smacked your ass hard. "Next time I really will leave you in such a state." Dabi warned.

You kissed his nape, inhaling his scent. "I promise to be a good girl, Toya."

He chuckled lowly. "Oh, we'll see how long you're gonna keep that promise," Dabi patted your head. "Now, better go before someone realizes you went silent. You can be sure I'll find you later."

"You promise?" You whined, becoming clingy. 

You despised the moments when Dabi had to depart, when the weight of your clandestine relationship became painfully evident. The reality of your position as a hero, bound by duty and responsibilities, meant that you couldn't be together openly. It tore at your heart, creating a constant ache within your soul.

"Of course I promise, little doll," Dabi patted your head. "Though others may perceive me as an aberrant being, I would never break my promise.”