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candykamikun · 5 months

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Concubine

Warnings: corruption, innocent female reader, cunnilingus, oral female receiving, virgin reader, Sukuna x reader.

Minors dni

You release a heavy breath, releasing your anxieties. You smooth your hands over the transparent white gown, and adjusted your kosode over it. This is what your family wanted, to offer something to Sukuna for his good will. What were they offering?

Well it was simple, you. Sukuna had quite the taste for women, the pickiest playboy to ever be seen. Considered a God amoung men, a God among sorcerers. You pray you don't get rejected as soon as you open the door.

You walk slowly, adjusting the short sleeves of the silken fabric. You try to fill your face with confidence and prepare to lilt your voice. You were going to become his concubine, with his permission of course.

The shrine is dark as you enter, the room decked in treasures. You pass servants as you walk up to the doors of the throne room. A cheerful looking shrine maiden greets you. "Hello, what is your business with the lord?" She asks.

"I am a offering." You state simply, slowly raking your hands over your outfit to prove your point.

"Ah, another concubine?" She asks softly. She tilts her head at you in worry. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." You lie. You're entirely unsure. Who would ever be sure when being offered to a temperamental being?

"Then enter." She states simply, slowly opening the huge door in front of you. The doors were at least 8 feet tall. You gulp and walk, trying not to think of how huge this man is. If he can even be classified as a man.

As you soon as you enter you keep your head down, walking to the base of the throne and kneeling. The jewels in your hair clanking as you do.

"And you are?" You hear above you. The voice dark and eerie, ringing off the huge walls.

You state your name and clan quietly, trying to speak as attractively as possible. "I am a sign of goodwill. If you will have me, lord Sukuna." You speak softly.

You hear a laugh, one that tempts your head up but you don't. It didn't matter what he looked like. The only thing that mattered was protecting your family. If warming the bed of a God is what you must do, it's what you will do. "You're quite the loyal thing aren't you?" He quips. A smile in his tone.

"Yes sir." You reply. Your knees hurting from the constant contact to the ground.

"Raise your head. Slowly." He commands. "I wanna see how pretty you are."

You slowly lift your head as told. Inching your head off the ground at a turtles pace. Finally he's in view. He had four arms, interesting markings, and he was huge. You underestimated how big he would be. He narrows his four eyes, examining your face. "Ah you're a cute thing." One of his four arms reaches out, beckoning you.

You slowly rise off your knees, thankfully, and walk to him. Stopping when his arm signals. He signals you to spin around, and you do. This is emrbassing, you felt like an item in a display case. His gaze didn't stop that feeling either. "At the very least they are offering a pretty creature. Tell me, are you expirenced?" He asks with a stern face.

"I am a virgin sir. I have yet to bloom past being kissed." You respond earnestly. Emrbassed at your lack of knowledge as a concubine.

He lifts an eyebrow amused. "They're giving me a virgin, as a concubine?" He laughs out. An evil smirk spread across his lips. His aura overpowering. "It seems they do not respect me." He says earnestly. You're quick to look surprised and rebuttal.

"No, lord Sukuna. I simply refused any and all contact...with any man I've met." You say softly, looking at him with pleading eyes.

"They offer me a virgin, an inexperienced thing. They're basically asking me to teach you." He hums and reaches a long arm out, pulling you close. His arm gently sits you in his lap, causing you to blush. "That's fine, I'm merely teasing you girl. I like the idea of corruption." He speak with a michevious grin. His face revealing the several disgusting thoughts in his head.

"Curruption?" You ask confused. You understand but you also don't. Completely sheltered your entire life.

"Yes girl, corruption." He laughs, stroking your hip. He leans in and whispers into your eat. "I'm going to turn you into a full fledged flower, girl." He teases, one of his several hands undoing your robe.

Your tender flesh revealed to his four evil eyes. The see through fabric underneath nothing more than a temptation worn for him. "A virgin concubine in lingire." He says amused. Running a hand between your breasts, not exactly touching them but hinting at it. "You become more and more fun." He licks his lips.

"I only put the outfit on in hopes it would be convincing." You say nervously, your pretty face knitting in emrbassement.

"It is. Tell me girl, do you truly know who I am?" He asks sternly, his face turning from soft amusement into a cold gaze.

"You're lord Sukuna. God amoung men and sorcerers. That is all I know, sorry sir." You say softly, biting your bottom lip.

He laughs, face humorous again. "Is that how I was described to you? Geez you're an innocent little thing. I must change that." His quick hands rip the fabric from your body, leaving your outfit tattered, and your bare skin revealed.

You squeak embrassed, tempted to cover yourself up. Blushing so hard it reaches your thighs. "Sukuna!" You shout surprised. You were about to apologize but he laughs.

"That's right, contuine to shout my name girl." He quips, standing while continuing to hold you. Two of him arms letting you sit against him as his broad frame walks the shrine. Your naked body pressed against his still clothed one. The silk of his robe kissing your skin. "Albeit I rather it be a shout of pleasure." He says smiling, his words honeyed.

You're set on a bed, soft sheets greeting your flesh. You look up at him through your lashes, his tall stature making you feel tiny. "Are we going too..." You ask biting your bottom lip.

"What else does it look like?" He asks cockily. "I'm not exactly a patient man, and you served yourself up on a silver platter. One who denies a meal obviously has never gone hungry before." He licks his lips slowly, leaning against you. He kisses the side of your neck, working up to your lips. Kissing you deeply, it feels heavenly despite the demonic man. His lips moving in sync and teaching your inexperienced ones. You moan into it, surprisingly leaning towards him as he pulls away. You slowly open eyes back up, looking at him.

"I love being looked at like that." He grins, rubbing your thigh before going between them. Quickly cracking your legs open to see.

"Sukuna that's so...emrbassing." You say simply, wetness pooling between your legs. He watches you grow wet with a grin.

"If this is emrbassing, tell me why are you so wet?" He rubs two fingers between your folds, teasing your clit softly. "That is unless you have a thing for humiliation. Do you girl?"

"No it's just, we kissed so." You tilt your head away emrbassed. It surprises you when he bawks out a laugh.

"A kiss is all it takes?" He licks his lips slowly, part of his tongue gently touching against you in the process. "Then should I kiss your lips again?" He asks.

You nod slowly, expecting him to rise up and kiss you but he doesn't. He dives into your cunt, lapping between your folds. You moan loudly, reaching a hand down into his hair. "That's not my lips!" You shout between groans of pleasure.

He chuckles into your wetness, forking his tongue at your clit before pulling away. "Nonsense. Your lips were just begging to be kissed." He grins. "Though not the ones on your face." He goes back in. Lapping up your juices and groaning into you like a starved man. Your legs twitch, trying to snap closed around his head, but his strong arms keep you open.

He slips his tongue inside you, two fingers teasing your pleasurable pearl. Moving at the same pace at your clit, as his tongue does inside. "Sukuna-kuna that's so-" You try to talk, but your mind is blank. Nothing more than the feeling of pleasure greeting your mind. "Feels good." You finally come to a conclusion, simply praising him for the pleasure you feel.

Eventually you feel an unfamiliar knot in your stomach. Your moans becoming higher pitched, and your hips bucking subconsciously. "Wait something feels weird- like fire." You whimper out. Both of your hands pulling at his hair, trying to push him away. His tongue only starts to move faster, drinking down anything coming out of you. "I can't- I don't know what this feeling is!" You whine loudly

Finally he pulls his tongue out of your hole and sucks hard on your clit. Making you come undone. " 'Kuna that's aaa so good!" You whine. Back falling down onto the bed as he sucks at the cream of your orgasm. "Soo good."

He laughs and pulls away with a grin. "That's it my little concubine. How did it feel, cumming for the first time?" He asks, his face proud.

"Like a white noise washed over me. It burned but...in a good way." You say between pants. Still utterly confused at the feeling but reveling in it.

He strokes the side of your face gingerly, you nuzzle your face into his hand. Desperate for the contact. "Tell me girl, do you want more?" He smiles lazily at you. Now that you can clearly see his face again you blush. His sharp chin soaked in your juices.

"Yes, please." You say softly. He grins broadly.

"Good girl."

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candykamikun · 5 months

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JUJUTSU KAISEN MASTERLIST

RYOMEN SUKUNA

Craving his name into your skin - NSFW

#masterlist #bd/sm kink #kinktober #jujutsu kaisen masterlist #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru gojo x reader #sukuna x reader #nanami x reader #toji x reader #yuji itadori x reader #megumi x reader #nobara x reader #suguru geto x reader

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candykamikun · 5 months

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CRAVING HIS NAME ON YOUR SKIN

Warning/tws : sukuna's shaarp nails, blood, kinky?, NSFW

I love how Sukuna would just pick you up bridal style, set you on your bed, kissing and nibbling at your skin until you cry for more and then.. he's undressing you, making you sit on your knees on the bed, he'd look at his nails, and then your chest.

You can feel shivers down your spine when he starts smirking with that bastard smirk he naturally has.

His fingertips caress your upper vody, until..

You Yelp, he applies pressure with his nails just above your breast, and draws, he's fast, not to slow. He likes you being in pain, not to torture you all the time. He craved: "SUKUNA" on your adorable little chest

After that he'll look at his bloody fingers, sighing

"Open your mouth, my fingers are dirty now, get this blood back into where it belongs."

And he makes you sick his fingers until he's bored of it.

After he had his fingers cleaned, he would definetly make you sit, one of his fingers inside you, curling, making you chant that you're his lil girl to use, his and only his again and again until you cum undone on his fingers.

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candykamikun · 5 months

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GUYS IM BACK READ THE MAIN POST AND REQUEST !!

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umumm could I please have some hcs about y/n cuddling with Julius and it gets ~intimate~?😳💕 Love your blog and hcs💕💕

OMG IDK WHEN YOU ASKED BUT I NEVER SAW THAT IM SO SORRY I FEEL LIKE SHIT

JULIUS CUDDLING W/YOU 🫵🏻

1. FAVORITE CUDDLE POSITIONS

SPOON (LIKES TO BE THE LIL SPOON)

Star (like star position cuddle)

Or ur head on arm

Pls play with his hair I beg you, he's begging you too.

Always put on some fresh horror movie while you two cuddle

He does like cuddles, but not for too long, I feel like he isn't clingy like at all and he does it jus for u to be happy but he doesn't really mind much !

SORRY ITS SHORT RAHHH

#creepypasta x reader #julius the dressmaker #Julius the dressmaker x reader #Julius x reader

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candykamikun · 5 months

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Now THIS, THIS HERE ARE FACTS.

Like, some dnis are 100% okay (minors, adults, p3d0, h0m0ph0b1c, z00..) but THE BLOG CONTENT ?? (Except if u blog is like fanfiction with small minors only, like, wth?) YALL

Some weirdos have that "male/female, dni" ???? HOW MY GENDER CAN BE PROBLEMATIC TO U BRO 😭 ?? HOW ???

I am BEGGING the agere community to be less hostile and vague about some of their DNI criteria, because it's so beyond alienating and I'm suffering a lot because of it.

I understand no proship/profic, valid, me too!

But stuff like "no nsfw anywhere on ANY of your blogs!" is uh...yeah. I'm an adult with adult thoughts and I'm not always ageregressing...so because I had a horny thought about a completely unrelated thing, I'm suddenly not allowed to reblog or like agere posts according to your insane banner. (I get this if this is from minors! But I'm talking, other adults do this. :/)

IDK it just feels heartbreaking that I feel like I can't even like a lot of posts because of how weird peoples DNIs are. Like, even if I make an alt account that's completely SFW, you guys DNI would still include me bc my main blog isn't always SFW...? That's kind of messed up tbh. Sorry.

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candykamikun · 9 months

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The Cards We're Dealt - Chapter Two

Dabi x Reader Part three chapter two of Russian Roulette, Spades, and The Cards We're Dealt Chapter one Chapter 2/2 4.4k words noncon, branding, burning, murder (not reader), kidnapping, threats of violence Ao3 version

Waking up to find yourself Dabi's captive, you must find a way to try and escape, but at the same time, you find yourself learning more about the dangerous villain than you ever expected. You see a side of him never before seen, and you learn just how far he'll go to keep you under his thumb.

Dabi didn’t even realize he had forgotten to lock the door, too preoccupied with Shigaraki screaming in his ear over the phone, telling him to hurry his ass to their location. He cursed his annoying boss as he left in a rush.

Later when he returned home, his body was sore and aching after the encounter with more heroes. He curses at how they can’t seem to stay out of trouble for any extended period of time.

He ambles up to the door, ready to crash the moment he lies down in bed, but his breath stutters when he realizes the door is slightly ajar.

Did he leave it like this? No, he definitely remembers the loud thud the door made when he all but slammed it shut hours ago.

You must’ve opened it.

The smallest amount of flames begins to lick at the back of his neck as he throws the door open, hoping that you’re still inside, for your sake. The apartment is eerily quiet, too quiet.

Striding in quickly, he calls your name. No response. You’re not in the living room, and you don’t seem to be in the kitchen. His hands begin to shake as he stalks his way to the bedroom, not in fear or trepidation, but in barely concealed anger. He hopes to find you in the room, or in the bathroom, so he can calm himself.

The door swings open loudly on its hinges and Dabi sees no sight of you. He throws the covers off the bed, before turning and slamming the bathroom door open so hard he nearly tears it off the frame.

“Fuck!” You’re not in the bathroom either. He begins to tear things out, throwing things around, checking every nook and cranny of the apartment. “Where the fuck are you?!” He exclaims loudly, now seething. You’re not here, that much is obvious. You left him, you saw a single opportunity and you left.

He feels the insurmountable urge to set the whole place ablaze as his ears begin to ring with loud white noise and his vision blurs, his whole body shaking with rage, consuming him entirely. Dabi takes an unsteady inhale as he tries to control himself, his body already starting to rise in temperature, ready to burn everything. He feels a deep sense of betrayal, even though he knows he should have expected this from you at some point.

The feeling of being slowly suffocated takes over him, his chest feeling tight.

It doesn’t matter, he would find you again. You won’t be able to evade him for very long, even if you have a several hours head start. You were told what would happen if you tried to leave or escape, and he plans to follow through on it. He had hoped you wouldn’t try to leave, but he had something planned for this contingency, just in case.

Now he gets to chase you down and show you firsthand how cruel he can be when you don’t listen to him, when you betray him. He was finally going to do something about the suffocating thoughts, your quirk be damned.

You were in an unfamiliar area, you hadn’t realized when Dabi kidnapped you, he took you so far away from your home. Slowly, you got your bearings and realized you were on the other side of the city. You were considering taking a train back to your own area but you didn’t have any money on you and you don’t think you even have an apartment left to go back to, after how many months you’ve been gone.

Instead, you found yourself huddled against the wall of an unfamiliar alley, crying. It was nearly dark out at this hour and you couldn’t help but feel like you were doing something wrong by leaving. Logically you knew this wasn’t the case, he had kidnapped you and you had every right to want to leave but you felt extremely overwhelmed and even guilty.

Sobs wrack your body as you weep against the cold brick. You wished the ground beneath you would just swallow you whole, wishing to disappear.

Suddenly you hear gravel crunch as footsteps approach and you snap your head up, expecting to see the same scarred villain who you’re sure is looking for you by now. Instead, though you see an older lady, with greyed hair and lines etched into her face. She looks at you with worry before speaking.

“Are you okay, dear? I heard you crying from around the corner.” She asks tentatively, but you can’t bring yourself to respond, simply sniffling. “Are you hurt?”

You hesitate before shaking your head. Physically hurt? No. Emotionally and mentally? You weren’t so sure.

She doesn’t seem perturbed by your lack of a verbal response, instead, she still pressed. “Are you lost?” Her voice was gentle and kind.

“I just…” You pause, looking for an explanation. You didn’t think you could even begin to explain your current situation, you’re not sure if you even wanted to. “I got into a fight with...my boyfriend.” You wonder if the lie seems genuine as it falls from your lips. ”And I don’t have anywhere else to go.” At least that part was the truth, you really didn’t have anywhere to go.

The woman gives you a look of sympathy. "Do you have anyone you can call?"

You pause before shaking your head again. "I don't have my phone." And you didn't remember anyone's numbers

This part goes unspoken, but she seems to understand. You wonder how pathetic you must seem right now, and you just want to curl into yourself. You haven't had your phone in months, in fact, but you still curse yourself for not remembering a single number.

“How you stay with me for the night, and see if you can try to contact someone in the morning?” She asks, her voice gentle. You can tell she’s just trying to be helpful, and she doesn’t have any ill intentions. You suppose you don’t have many other options, and it’s not like she’s any worse than a pyromaniac villain.

She gives you her name, and you give yours in exchange as you follow her. She lives just around the corner, so it’s not far. She makes idle conversation as you walk, trying to make you feel more at ease.

As it turned out, she did have a spare room and a spare cot for you in her tiny apartment. She lived alone, her own children have long since left the nest.

You simply wish to sleep and maybe cry some more but she insists on feeding you, having made some miso soup. You're in the mood for much conversation but she talks as you eat dinner, and you can appreciate it at the very least.

Eventually, you finish up and she shows you to the spare room, tiny and cramped but it's a place to sleep. You curl up on the cot and try to sleep but Dabi's eyes haunt your mind. You still wonder if leaving was the best thing to do, and there's a deep sense of unease in your gut.

Dabi won't be content with just letting you leave and you know he's sure to come searching for you, but you can at least feel at ease that he isn't likely to find you here.

Maybe you shouldn't have left, but at the same time, how could you have not taken the chance to escape? You can only hope everything will be okay.

After a while of tossing and turning you finally manage to fall asleep. You have a dreamless, restless sleep but a few hours later feel your shoulder being roughly shaken. You come to slowly and the first thing you notice is the smell of smoke. Once you realize what you're smelling, you jolt awake, your eyes widening, and leaning above you is a familiar scarred face and cerulean eyes, looking at you in anger and irritation.

"Sleep well, doll?" He sneers as he glares down at you. You feel your chest rising and falling quickly, fear taking over you.

"Dabi-" you try to speak, hoping to placate his anger but he cuts you off harshly, gripping your chin. You're shaking now as you try not to visibly panic. You can only hope this is a dream but it feels disturbingly real.

"Did ya really think I wouldn't find you? You're laughably easy to track." He leans back a little bit, seeming to enjoy your terrified expression. "Then again you had to be really fucking stupid to try and leave in the first place after I warned you."

You try to sit up a little bit, as much as you can with his weight against your lower body.

"What about- where's-" You try again, wanting to understand how he's here and if the nice woman who let you stay is okay.

"That old hag? I killed her. Burned her alive." His expression is serious, you know he's not lying. You try to take a shuddering breath as your vision blurs. That explains the smell of fire and burning, the smoke that's permeating through the house and seeping into the room.

"Why would you do that, she has nothing to do with this." You try to hold back tears and put more firmness into your voice, but it's shaking just as badly as you are.

He laughs but it's humorless and dead sounding. "I told you, you're mine. And I told you that you'd be sorry if you tried to leave me. She helped you, so she had to die."

You try to sit up some more, starting to feel more upset, angry for the kind woman who did nothing wrong but was caught up in Dabi's cruelty anyways.

"I'm not yours. You're just obsessed with me because you can't fucking use your own quirk without burning yourself, so you have some complex about mine." Your tone is scathing and biting, and you immediately regret the words as they come out of your mouth.

His eyes narrow on you, and his expression looks murderous. You hit a nerve, and before you can try to take it back, his hand is making contact with your face, striking you harshly. You gasp, and your face stings with the slap.

Dabi grabs you by the hair roughly, pulling you up to his face. "I'd watch my mouth if I were you, I'm already pissed at you, don't think I won't make your punishment worse." He yanks on your hair hard for emphasis as he speaks.

"P-punishment?" You try not to falter as you ask, fearing the worst. God knows what he would have planned for you.

He keeps a strong grip at the roots of your hair, his face set into a deep scowl. "I should just kill you already, you've been such a nuisance." His expression wavers for a second, very briefly, before he hardens again. "I did tell you though that if you tried to leave I'd make sure you couldn't walk for a while."

You gulp, knowing whatever he does, he's evidently going to make good on that threat.

Leaning back, he begins to shrug out of his jacket. "Take your clothes off." He barks out the order, his voice short, leaving no room for disobedience.

Not wanting to risk pissing him off more, you begin to undress with trembling hands as you try to fight your blurring vision. You don't want to cry in front of him, but you're terrified.

Evidently getting impatient with how slowly you're going, he huffs and pulls your shirt off of you roughly, not caring to be gentle. Pulling your shorts off, he undresses you quickly, with no finesse in his movements.

You're shaking and trembling under his intense gaze, fearful for what comes next. He grabs your wrist, his hold hard enough to begin to hurt. With his other hand, he pulls something out of his pocket, and it takes you a moment to make out what it is. It's a…red capsule? With a pointed end. It almost looks like a bullet of sorts.

"Stole one of these from the boss. It's not one of the permanent ones so I doubt he'll care." His voice is almost light, not explaining what it is he has.

Dabi twists your wrist, so your palm is facing him and with no warning, he's stabbing the bullet into the meat of your hand. You hiss out and try to jerk your hand back instinctively but his grip is ironclad.

"What is that?" You demand, as he tucks it away again. You worry it's a poison of some sort, but you don't feel any different.

Continuing to grip your wrist, he doesn't answer. Instead, he produces a small blue flame that flickers faintly in the dark room, bringing it up to your hand. You yelp at the sudden pain as the fire meets your skin. This time he lets you jerk your hand back and you hold it close to your chest. Did he just…burn you?

"Huh look at that, it's fast acting." He says not seeming surprised at all. The skin on your hand is already looking raised and red, and it aches in a way you've never felt before. "I got one of these in case you ever tried to escape again, I wanted you to finally feel what my flames feel like. Especially since you wanna talk about quirks." He sneers as he says that last part in a biting tone.

You start to panic, your heart beating out of your chest, and your mouth suddenly feels very dry. What happened to your quirk? What did he do to you?

"M- my quirk-" you stutter out, your voice trembling. He chuckles as he shakes his head.

"It'll be back in about six to twelve hours. But until then, we're gonna have some fun." He yanks your leg up, nearly folding you in half as he leans over you. "I told you I would make it so you couldn't walk again if you left, don't think I've forgotten." His voice is low and dangerous, and he balls your discarded shirt and stuffs it into your mouth.

"You might want to bite down."

His words are the only warning you get before white hot heat is engulfing the sole of your foot. You try to scream around the cotton fabric and thrash but his hand is solid and unyielding as he burns you.

Tears stream down your face and your muffled sobs wrack your body. You've never felt a pain like this before, it feels like it's consuming you.

After a minute he lets up, letting your leg drop back down. Your skin feels raw and you can't stop the pained noises coming from your still gagged mouth.

Dabi's eyes are wild and crazed, brimming with excitement as he watches you cry, seeming to enjoy your pain.

"Is this the first time you've ever been burned, baby? Maybe I should feel honored to be your first."

He grabs your other leg, pulling it up, and you already know what's coming next. You try to struggle but he ends that swiftly as he heats his hand around your ankle. "Do you want me to burn more than your feet? Because this could be a lot worse for you."

You shake your head, tears still blurring your vision. Soon the burning pain is engulfing you again as he lights his hand up again against your skin, not giving you a second to recuperate. You're squirming and straining your vocal cords as you scream against the shirt, but he's keeping you firmly pinned as he works. You feel as if you're close to passing out.

Once he's satisfied with the state of your burns, he drops your leg again. "Shhh, I'm done now, doll," he cups your face as he speaks, delighting in your tears. "You're not gonna be running away from me anymore, are you?" His voice is softer but you know there's a threat underneath. If you try to leave him again, he'll go even further. You don't want to imagine anything worse, so you shake your head again, still trembling like a leaf.

He's captivated by your pain and your tears. You know you're not mistaken when you feel his erection pressing against your ass from how he has you pinned. His eyes are filled with a gratified look, and he's getting off on your cries, reveling in finally being able to burn you.

"You look so pretty like this, crying for me like a little bitch. I've done way worse to others for less, but here you are sobbing like a baby." His words are harsh but his voice is still in that sickly saccharine tone, fake sweetness oozing from him.

His hand goes up to thumb at your tears, and he rolls his hips against you as he presses closer, groaning as you whimper in fear. Pulling the slobber-soaked shirt from your mouth, he speaks in a firmer tone. "Who do you belong to?" His hands begin to slowly heat up against your face and you know what'll happen if you don't answer correctly.

"You." You croak in a small and fragile voice, your vocal cords feeling shot. He seems to accept this, as he continues to slowly hump against the fattened areas of your buttock.

"Good, that's what I wanna hear." He sounds almost breathless now, and before you can do or say anything else, he's gripping you around the middle, flipping you around on the cot. His hand is gripping your hair again, forcing you into a painful arch. You know what’s coming next and you want to cry, you’re still in pain and you feel helpless.

You can hear the clink of his belt as he undoes it, and you clench your eyes shut. You tell yourself it can be worse, that being fucked pales in comparison to having layers of your skin burned through.

The next thing you know, your underwear is being pulled down roughly, and though you can't see him from this position, you can feel the heat and desire rolling off Dabi right now.

He presses against you and you can feel how hard he is. He rolls his hips against you, and groans, a low and throaty sound. You feel a bead of precum drop down against the cleft of your ass and you grip the end of the cot, hoping this will be over soon.

One hand moves to hold your hip, and he speaks again in a quiet tone. "Relax."

It does nothing to actually calm you, but you doubt it matters or that he cares. Soon enough he's pressing the engorged tip into you, not taking time to work you open or make this comfortable for you. You clench your teeth and try not to cry again, the slide into you feeling very dry and very painful. You can only hope your body will catch up soon and start to ease the way.

"Fuck, you feel so good. Best pussy I've ever had." He moans as he fills you up, and the stretch makes your hips ache. He thrusts sharply and you let out a keening noise as you suck in a breath.

Drawing back slowly, to where he was almost pulling out completely, he then thrusts back in quickly and harshly. You let out a loud yelp and he groans as you clench around him in pain.

You can feel every vein and ridge of his cock as he draws it out slowly again, and you can feel the cold metal of his piercings rolling against your innermost wall. He pulls almost all the way out again and then thrusts back in one quick movement. You can feel yourself getting wetter, your body working to lubricate the slide of his cock.

He keeps your back arched for him as he begins to thrust and roll his hips in earnest, fucking you roughly and quickly. He treats you like his own personal fuck doll, and you feel a deep sense of shame building in your gut, feeling dirty and humiliated.

"You were made for my cock, you were made for me." He nearly growls into your ear as he fucks you, gripping you tighter. The cot is creaking under you, the sound meshing with the quiet rustling of the blanket bunch up to the side. The noises begin to fill the room alongside the sound of your quiet whimpers and the slap of skin on skin.

His hands press into and roam your skin as your fingers curl and uncurl at the end cot, desperate for something to hold onto as you feel like your sanity is hanging on by a single thread.

The hand at your hip moves up the small of your back as he relishes in the feeling of your soft skin. "I really think you need something to remember who you belong to." He says in a contemplative voice and before you can try to figure out what he means with your muddled thought, his hand is heating up against your back exponentially.

You shriek in pain and try to buck, but his weight on top of you and his hand in your hair keeps you in place. "Shhh, that's it, yeah just like that." He lets out a throaty moan as you clench around him hard. "Keep clenching down like that." His voice sounds breathless.

Tears are dripping down your cheeks and you're sure there's going to be a hand-shaped burn scar on your back after this. You're in so much pain, and you feel so tired but you have no choice but to lie there and take it. His thrusts become more erratic, the head of his cock rolling against your cervix.

The pain doesn't do anything to stop the heat building in your gut though, electricity shooting up your spine with every thrust now. He leans in close now, back to chest and you wince as he puts his weight against the tender skin of your burn.

His thrusts have turned into close-contact humps as he bites and sucks on the skin of your neck and shoulders. "Mine, mine, mine." He chants into your ear as seems to slowly lose himself. He's close, you can tell. You try to hide your noises and moans, ashamed that despite your pain and despite how much he's hurt you, you're beginning to get pleasure from this.

Soon he's reaching down underneath you and rubbing against your clit clumsily and your toes are curling as you gasp, getting closer and closer to that peak. He heats his fingers slightly and you shudder and cry as your orgasm feels like it's being forcibly ripped from you, almost painful.

He thrusts roughly a few more times, the way you clench as you come helping him reach his own climax. Pushing deeply into you once more, he comes with a shudder, stilling his hips as he fills you up. His cum feels burning hot, like molten lava against the entrance to your womb.

It feels like it's burning you from the inside out and you try to squirm but he keeps you firmly on his cock as he comes. "It's too hot." You whine out but he puts his weight against you entirely. "Fuck it'll cool down just stay on my cock for a minute, just stay still." He says, sounding winded and fatigued.

He's right, soon it cools and you calm down some, he collapses above you, and wraps his arms around your midriff. Your skin is hot and sweaty and sticks to him, the smell of sex and perspiration in the air. His softening cock slips out of you, and you can feel wetness spilling out along with him, dripping to the cot.

The two of you stay like this for some time, and you still don't dare to be the first to break the silence. Eventually, he sits up, pulling away.

"Get dressed." His voice is back to that stone-cold tone as he tosses you your wrinkled shirt, turning to get his jacket back on. You're too exhausted to try and fight him or figure out some other form of escape, you accept the fact that you're going back to being his captive again.

You pull your shirt over your head, winching as it slides over the burn on your back. You put your shorts back on with no problem but hesitate when it comes to your shoes. Your feet are still the worst of it, looking blistered and severally burned.

Dabi sees you hesitate and sighs almost exasperated. "Don't worry about it. Just forget your shoes." And before you can question what he means, he's picking you up in his arms. "When we get back I have ointment for you." He says, but his voice still is cold as he carries you out of the small apartment.

The smoke in the air has dissipated mostly but as you pass through the living room the smell of burning flesh gets stronger and you remember the old woman who he claimed to have killed. You feel tears spring in your eyes again, and you try to hide your eyes, not wanting to see anything around you. If he notices he doesn't seem to care.

"If you don't want me to kill people for helping you, you shouldn't try to leave. Her death is your own fault." He says, his voice firm and sounding almost like he's scolding a child for misbehaving.

He still doesn't meet your eyes and you know that this isn't going to be the end of your punishment when you get back. Maybe you should try to say something, anything to pacify his anger. You're quiet for a minute while you consider what to say.

"I'm sorry for trying to run away." Your voice is barely above a whisper but he hears you, his intense blue eyes finally meeting your gaze. He pauses while he considers your words. You're not sure yet if you mean it, if you actually regret it, but it can't hurt to say.

Eventually, he sighs, shoulders slumping ever so slightly. "I know you are. Don't do it again." You start to relax slightly as he says this, but his next words have your stomach twisting. "Because I swear to God if you do this again, I'll fucking kill you." And you know he isn't exaggerating or lying. He truly will kill you if you try to leave again.

You feel sick to your stomach and you feel forced to accept your doomed fate, as either a captive or to be murdered by his own hands, and you try not to tremble. Dabi doesn't seem fazed by your fearful reaction, turning his head forward again as he carries you home.

A/N: I hope u guys liked this chapter I might continue this later on, if you liked this, likes/reblogs/comments are appreciated

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candykamikun · 10 months

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Russian roulette

Dabi x reader

4.4k words

Noncon, stalking, gun kink, fear kink, breeding kink, reader is immune to Dabi's quirk

Summary:

When a civilian fails to die to his quirk, Dabi quickly finds himself both pissed off and obsessed. He needs to make you feel fear, to drag you down to his level, or else the thought of you threatens to suffocate him. He soon finds just the way to do so.

You have a shadow and you don’t realize it, not yet at least. Cerulean eyes watch you from outside your window as you sleep peacefully.

You don’t even bother to close the curtains, a naive little thing, seemingly blissfully unaware of the fact that people like him exist. Bad men who are all too eager to devour a pretty little thing like you whole, to consume you entirely.

Maybe that was why Dabi was so obsessed with you, couldn’t get enough of you. He first came across you during a league attack in a busy part of the city, you were just a normal civilian caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Maybe you could have gotten away alright, but you stayed and attempted to stick up for the weak sniveling nobody that Dabi was ready to reduce to ash. His lip curls into a sneer as he thinks of how heroic you seemed to be, your own knees knocking together in fear, your body shaking like a leaf but still, you stood your ground. He was ready to make quick work of you, but to his own disappointment and surprise, his flames didn’t so much as scorch you. A fire resistance quirk?

Dabi didn’t like that, he didn’t like being caught off guard, he didn’t like being shown up in any way, and he didn’t like feeling like he was powerless against someone. Especially not a weak little thing like you. Before he could do anything else, before he could wring you by the neck as he would have, heroes diverged on the scene and the league had to concede this fight and escape.

Ever since then, he couldn’t get you out of his mind. The thoughts of you threatening to suffocate him like a blanket over a fire, depriving it of oxygen until the flame snuffs out. No, he wouldn’t let an insignificant person like you have this sort of control over his mind. It was easy enough to find you again, he memorized your schedule, watching your every move, slowly developing an obsession.

It would be easy to kill you, his quirk be damned, he could strangle you, he could cut you up til you bleed out, there are more ways to kill at his disposal but where was the fun in that? No, he wanted to knock you down to his level, grab you by the neck roughly and pull you to hell with him, show you that you should fear him.

Besides, killing you would be such a waste. You are admittedly attractive, soft, and cute, almost innocent. So naive to the fact that a villain has been stalking your every move. You sleep soundly, your hair spilling across your pillow, your nipples poking through the thin fabric of your nightgown. He knows you’ll be so much cuter when you’re looking at him in fear, trembling in his grasp.

Just the thought of the things he wants to do to you has his cock hardening in his pants and he hisses at the tension. Delicate breaths fall from your soft-looking lips, fuck he wants to destroy you in the best possible way.

He doesn’t want to wait any longer, he slid your window up with ease, not for the first time. He broke in before while you weren’t home, tsking at the fact that you didn’t even bother to keep your bedroom window locked. Oh, he was gonna have so much fun showing you why you should be more fearful. He had rummaged around your home, taking note of all the cute plushies and decor you kept, went through your underwear drawer, and cooed at your lacy panties, tempted to steal a pair.

This time he slides the window up silently, moving like a shadow as he pulls himself up, climbing into your room, his suffocating presence invading your space. He knows his quirk won’t harm you but if his demeanor alone isn’t enough to intimidate you into submission, he has other ways, his hand on the cold hilt of the revolver in his pocket.

You’re immune to his fire, but you wouldn’t be immune to a bullet to the head. Not that he plans to kill you, not now when there are more fun ways to get you to cry and beg for his mercy. Regardless, it could help keep you in line if you think of acting up.

He creeps over to where you sleep peacefully, not yet aware of the danger. His tall frame looms over your resting form, and he lifts one knee onto the bed, the mattress creaking under the sudden shift in weight.

You must be a light sleeper because your eyes open immediately, snapping up his face as they widen in shock. He senses what your next move will be because his rough and warm hand quickly covers your mouth, smothering your sounds.

“Shhh shhhh, don’t scream, baby.” Dabi speaks in a low voice, with a dangerous glint in his eyes.”This is your only warning.” He says darkly.

He thinks he would like the sounds of your screams very much but this makes things easier for him, he plans to take his time with you, and he doesn’t want anyone getting in his way.

He leans over you, the sheets rustling at the slight movement, and you look up at him, eyes wide with unbridled fear. Fuck, what a beautiful sight to him. Seeing the terror on your face causes Dabi’s heart to race, his excitement rising.

“I won’t hurt you too badly if you behave. Be good for me and I'll make you feel good.” His voice is quiet and rough, as he speaks.

You look up into his eyes, you see the intensity in his eyes, the obsession, and desire. There’s no incertitude to what he wants, you know what he means and what he plans to do. You recognize him as a member of the infamous League of villains, you remember him from the villain attack not too long ago. Your head is reeling, still trying to process everything right now.

When he feels certain you won’t scream, he removes his hand from your mouth, instead going to grip your chin, holding your head in place. You feel your pulse quicken, the anxiety causing your stomach to rise. He smells of smoke and fire, his presence in your bed is oppressive.

As he leans in further, his lips curled into a devious smirk, you feel the panic in you rising, you act suddenly, smacking his hand away and flinching away. In a quick movement, before he can even react, you nimbly flee from the bed, quick on your feet.

You scramble for the bedroom door, your feet moving across the cold wooden floor with haste.

Dabi swears under his breath as you dart through the hallway, towards the living room. You’re not sure what you’re going to do, maybe flee out the front door, or call out for one of your neighbors? You just know you have the gut instinct to run.

Before you can do anything though, you feel a gust of wind behind you and a strong arm suddenly snakes around your waist, pulling your feet up off the ground. Dabi was able to make it to you in quick strides, his long legs moving quicker than you could hope to outrun.

He pulls your body to his chest, holding you against him tight as you feel his warmth, his arms around your waist are iron-clad.

“No!” You shout as you fight against his hold, scrambling for any purchase, any way to break free.

“Oh yes, baby.” He says darkly in your ear, breathing into your neck heavily as he pulls you back away from the front door, your feet dragging across the floor helplessly.

Chasing you, listening to you protest and try to fight against him has his cock throbbing. Still though, as much as a turn-on it is, he can’t have you trying to escape on him. If you somehow did manage to get someone else’s attention, that would be more of a hassle, someone else he would have to kill, and he doesn’t want to complicate things right now.

You feel his erection along your backside and it makes your heart beat so hard it feels as if it’s going to burst. Dabi wasn’t going to stop until his cock was stuffed inside you.

One hand goes to tweak one of your nipples through the fabric of your gown and you gasp at the sensation, the other hand wraps around your neck, heating up against your skin. Still though, no matter how high he seems to turn up the heat, your smooth, soft skin is completely unaffected.

“That little quirk of yours pisses me off so bad.” He says into your ear, his voice rough. “Oh it was over for you the moment you thought you could stand up to me, like I wouldn’t come back for you.” He holds you in place tightly, his voice now bordering on something dangerous as the hand on your neck reaches for his pocket.

“Luckily there’s more ways to hurt someone other than with quirks.” You hear him say this as you feel him press something cold and metallic to your jaw. A gun. He has a gun pressed to you. Your vision starts to blur as you shake uncontrollably, fear overwhelming you right now as your breath quickens. “Don’t worry baby, luckily for you I like you.” His hand continues to fondle your tits through your dress as he groans into your ear, his teeth nipping the skin there. “And as I said, if you behave I won’t hurt you.”

He drags you to the couch, your body now limp, not wanting to piss him off with a revolver pressed to your skull. He chuckles as the fight leaves your body, pushing you roughly down onto the suede fabric and settling himself in between your legs, the gun still in his hands. The couch is soft under you, and it creaks as Dabi clambers over top of you. Your chest is rising and falling quickly with each panicked breath.

“You’re so cute when you look up at me like that, all fearful. So adorable, really.” His eyes meet yours and you can see the mirth and dark pleasure he’s taking in your fear right now, drinking it in. ”But I do think you need to be punished for trying to run, don’t you agree, baby?”

As he says this he presses the barrel of the gun to your chest, slowly running it down the middle of your torso, you feel the cool metal through your nightgown.

“Wait please don’t-” You protest in a trembling voice as your legs shake but Dabi gently shushes you.

“I’m not going to shoot you…hopefully not at least.” He says with a quiet and menacing laugh. He kisses your exposed knee where your skirt has risen up your thighs. “Open up your legs for me, baby.” He says in a soft, husky voice. You obey without protests, not wanting to anger him.

His hands are oh so warm, and rough against your smooth skin as he slides your dress up your thighs, the fabric bunching around your waist. He coos at the sight of your lacy white panties, with a cute little bow on the top.

“Fuck, were you expecting me, doll?” He says with a throaty groan. He doesn't fail to notice the wet spot forming there either. He presses a finger to spot, pressing the fabric against your puffy lips as your hips nearly buck at the sensation.”You’re so sensitive down here, you getting wet for me, baby? For me holding you down and pressing a gun to you?”

You shake your head in protest but he barks a laugh, like he sees right through you. In truth, the fear you feel has you dripping, as much as you wish you weren’t.

He trails the gun lower and lower, until it’s resting against your pelvic bone. He continues to bite the delicate skin of your inner thigh as he speaks. “You know what I’m gonna do with this gun?” He asks quietly, when you shake your head nervously, he opens up the barrel of the revolver, and removes all the bullets, all but one, placing the rest in his jacket pocket. He spins the barrel and presses it against your wet spot.”I’m gonna fuck you with it.” He says in a simple but lust-filled voice.

“Wait- wait please-” You try to plead, as you try to rise up on your elbows, your anxiety spiking again but he silences you with a finger pressed to your lips, quietly shushing you once again.

“Begging won’t stop me, doll. Besides, I think you’ll enjoy this as much as I will.” He says, gripping your shoulder and pressing you back into the couch.

He pulls your lacy underwear to the sight, his cock twitching in his pants at the sight of your wet, peach-like lips. He presses the cold barrel to your clit and holds it there, and you jolt at the feeling of cold metal against it. He begins to rub against it slightly, an up and down motion that has you letting out a small gasp. “Keep making those noises, baby.” He speaks as he moves the gun lower, pressing it against the opening of your hole.

His other hand grips your hip tighter, making sure to keep you in place as he slowly presses the tip of the gun inside. You let out another shaky noise as it enters your unstretched pussy. He starts out slow, pushing it in an inch and pulling it out, pushing it in another inch with the next motion of his hand, as he slowly works you open.

The metal is cold, as it presses against your gummy walls with each back and forth motion. You bite your lips to try and stifle the whimpers you’re making.

“I can tell how hard you’re clenching around my gun, baby, look how good you’re being for me right now.” He says with a groan. You can see his cock straining against his pants, and as he continues to slowly fuck you with the gun, he undoes his belt with one hand, pulling his cock free.

As the metal glints in the low lighting, you can see the piercings he has running up and down his cock. He hisses at the feeling as he takes himself in his hand, jerking his cock slowly in time with his movements with the gun.

He moans over you at the feeling, at the sight of your pretty cunt clenching around the weapon, as you tremble from a mixture of fear and pleasure. He needs more of your fear, needs it like he needs to breathe, needs to see the terror in your eyes.

“I’m gonna pull the trigger.” He says simply, as he watches with delight as your eyes fill with fear once again.

“No, don't! You’ll kill me!” You can only imagine the slow painful death you’d have if he shot you right now, as you plead with him, but he doesn’t listen, chuckling darkly. His eyes are filled with hunger as he plays with his cock, getting off to your alarm and fear.

“Shhhh, relax baby, there’s only one bullet in the chamber, let's take a gamble, eh?” He grips you tighter, trying to control your squirming. You weren’t getting away from him, not ever. His index finger moves to the trigger as you continue to panic. He pulls the trigger back slowly.

A soft click sounds through the room.

You clench around the gun, a moan leaving your lips as some of the tension drops from your body, breathing heavily as he continues to thrust the gun inside you.

“I think you like that, you get off on the fear.” He says with a manic grin. “Maybe you’re just as twisted as I am.” He clicks his tongue in mock shaming.

You try to protest but he presses the gun harshly against a spot that has you moaning loudly. You try to cover your mouth with your hands, but he grabs your wrists roughly, yanking them away.

“No, lemme hear you, baby.” He says, his voice so low with desire now. “Don’t you fucking dare hide your moans from me.” He gives another sharp thrust with the gun and you let out a keening noise.

“Two more times, how about that?” He says and you don’t have to ask to know what he means. “Let's test our luck again, hm?” He says as you start to feel a deep sense of fear pulling in your gut, along with something else.

He doesn’t even give you time to protest, pulling the trigger back again, as heat builds inside you, your breath quicking.

Another soft click sounds, and you let out another moan, heat rising in you even more, starting to make your spine tingle. You’re dripping at this point, the gun is soaked in your juices as it drips down your ass, onto the couch, each thrust making a sloshing noise. Dabi almost cums right then and there at the click of the gun, and your resulting moan.

“One more time baby, one more time.” His voice is rough, as he loses himself to his own arousal, his dick hard and dripping precum already.

The tension is so thick it threatens to suffocate you both, this really could be the one that ends you, leaving you a splattered mess on the couch, and both Dabi and you seem to realize that. He’s tempting fate right now, pushing his luck, and he seems to be so turned on by the fact, and maybe you are too.

His other hand goes to your clit, rubbing the spot roughly as the heat pulls inside you even more, you can feel yourself nearing the edge. He pulls the trigger back as you hold your breath, everything seeming to stand still for just a moment. You hate how turned on you are by this, by this moment, and by what this man is doing to you. Each thrust of the gun, each pull of the trigger, Dabi’s rough voice, and his rough hand on you, all of it takes you to new heights of pleasure.

The gun clicks again, and all the tension spills from your body at once, as you come hard all over the gun, your hips bucking and your body spasming as you let out a cry. “Fuck! Fuck!” You moan out as Dabi continues to thrust the gun as you orgasm.

“Fuck baby, look at the mess you made.” He says, as you start to come down from your high, he pulls the gun out with a wet squelch. You feel completely boneless, your whole body covered in a sweaty sheen as you breathe heavily. The gun is completely covered in your slick, glistening as gossamer strings drip off.

Dabi’s not done with you yet though, his cock is still stiff and red, twitching in his hand. He settles in closer to your hips, bringing his cock to your swollen lips as he collects some of your arousal on the engorged tip. He sighs deeply at the feeling of your warmth, tilting your hips upwards some.

You shake your head weakly, not sure if you can handle anymore but Dabi just strokes your side in a gesture that would almost be comforting if it weren’t for the current circumstances. “It's okay baby, you did so well, so good, it’s my turn now though.” He says it in a softer voice but it’s clear you have no choice in the matter.

As he rubs the tip of his cock against your entrance, not yet pushing in, he brings the gun to your lips and gives you a simple command, “Suck, clean it off.”

You consider for a moment refusing, pursing your lips tightly and refusing him entry, but you don’t want to risk pissing him off. After just a moment of hesitation, you part your lips slightly, as he presses the gun inside. You can taste yourself, along with the metallic taste of the gun as it slides across your tongue.

He makes a throaty noise at the sight. “That’s it, baby, just like that.” You can’t help but feel your stomach flutter at his praise, as you begin to suck in earnest, hollowing out your cheeks as you do. You don’t understand why you do, but you like the sound he makes as you do as you're told.

“You’re a natural cockwhore, huh? Look at you listening to orders so well, I should have you suck my cock like that, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” His depraved words are doing things to your stomach, making it flip as your heart starts to race yet again.

As he continues to let out a litany of filthy praise, he begins to press the swollen head of his cock inside you, the slide made easy by his work with the gun earlier. You gasp around the barrel as he thrusts in, moving until his hips are flush with yours and the head of his cock is pressed firmly against your cervix.

He’s bigger than the gun, and his piercings press against your walls in a way that has you tingling, you’re still sensitive from your orgasm and your body starts to twitch slightly at the overwhelming feeling.

His hips still, needing a moment to calm down before he prematurely blows his load. He pulls the gun free from your mouth, putting it back into the pocket of his jacket. “I don’t have to tell ya that I’ll pull that back out so quickly if you start acting up, do I?” He says in a firmer, more threatening tone.

You shake your head. “No, you don’t” You speak in an almost meek voice, not wanting to risk his ire again.

Your submissive obedience right now is only fueling Dabi’s arousal and his growing obsession with you. “Good, so good for me.” He speaks, as he begins to thrust in and out of you, hanging his head back and letting out a long moan at the sensation.

He pushes your nightgown up to your collarbones, one of his hands trailing up your stomach, going to grope your chest. “That’s right, baby, lemme see those pretty tits.” He pinches one of your nipples, and you let out a whine at the sensation. This is how he wanted to see you, weak and pliable under him, too afraid to try and stand up to him anymore, or disobey him. He feels a deep satisfaction that goes beyond just the feeling of fucking you right now.

He presses in closer to you, to the point where you can smell the smoke and ash on him, his dark hair filling your field of vision. His other hand grips your hair and he pulls your head back as he sucks a line kisses up your neck, to up under your jaw.

His voice is right in your ear as he speaks about how good you feel around his cock, letting out low grunts with almost every thrust of his hips.

“Fuck, you feel so good, so fucking good. I’m gonna have to cum in you, fill you up.” His hips pap against your ass now, the coach squeaking under your movements, and each thrust has you sliding up and down slightly, the ceiling bobbing in your view as he fucks in and out.

You’re letting out wanton moans now, shaking under him as he uses your body to get off. You can’t help but cling to him as your arms and legs tremble.

“Gonna come in you, breed you, really make you mine then.” He seems to lose himself in his own filthy talk, as he talks of impregnating you his thrusts become shallower, humping tightly against your cervix as his pace becomes more erratic.

You feel like you’re on the precipice of another orgasm and you worry this one will kill you, you can’t handle any more stimulation. You shake your head weakly at his words, but if he notices, he doesn’t care. Your stomach tightens and with each thrust, it feels like you have to pee. You start letting out louder moans, and he notices your increasing pleasure.

“Right there?” Right fucking there?” He says in an almost growl as he moves roughly, the head of his cock thumping against your cervix with every thrust, his piercing brushing against your inner walls.

One of his hands moves down to your clit, fingering against it quickly, and before you know it, you’re coming again, falling apart underneath the villain. You feel a rush of wetness as you cry out, and Dabi swears as he feels it too.

“Fuck did you just- fuck, fuck I’m coming, oh fuck! I’m coming, I’m coming inside.” He groans out as he fills you with his hot, virile, seed.

He holds you tightly in place as he fucks you through his orgasm, fucking his hot come into you, keeping you on his cock like his life depends on it, the overstimulation makes you cry as tears begin to form in your eyes.

After a moment, he collapses on top of you, completely spent. His weight is almost crushing, as you both just lay there in the aftermath for a few minutes, as your breathing slowly returns to a normal rate. He’s hot and sticky above you, and you don’t miss the way he presses his lips to your neck one last time.

You feel tired down to your bones, your body feels like jello, and you’re weaker than you’ve ever felt. You can feel your eyes already drooping as Dabi pushes himself up off of you and tucks his cock back into his pants as he redoes his belt.

“That was fun, baby. Maybe I should come around more often.” His voice sounded like a promise and a threat at the same time. You don’t have the energy to reply, or really do much at all but let the edges of sleep creep up on you. He looks at your prone form for a moment, before pulling your nightgown back down to your hips wordlessly, and turning to leave, undoubtedly leaving the way he came in.

As sleep starts to take you, you realize this will certainly not be the last time you see Dabi.

I hope you all enjoyed this, this has been the first fic that I've written and posted in about six or seven years, so I was a little nervous about posting this one. I may continue this fic if people are interested, as I am into the idea of a reader who's resistant to Dabi's quirk. As always, comments and feedback are always appreciated!! thank you for reading <3

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candykamikun · 10 months

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Spades

Dabi x reader Part Two of Russian Roulette 6.6k words Noncon, Stalking, Kidnapping, praise kink, fear kink, possessive Dabi

Dabi can't seem to forget about you, and he doesn't understand why. The very thought of you angers and confuses him, though soon his irritation with you morphs into something more dangerous. You have no idea how much further your life is about to become entangled with his own.

Dabi doesn’t know why he comes back after the last time, or why he continues to watch you. In his mind, he already got what he wanted. Your fear, your submission, was laid out so deliciously in front of him for the taking.

He should have felt satisfied. He did at first, he supposes. And yet, he finds himself coming back, continuing to watch you. The thoughts of you still dominate his thoughts, consuming him, and distracting him from his goals.

Soon enough he climbs in through your window yet again, while you're at work. You didn’t go to the police or the heroes after he broke in last time, probably out of fear he muses, but you were at least smart enough to place new locks throughout the place. That of course didn’t work, the lock on the window melting easily under the heat of Dabi’s hand. Whether or not you notice this, he doesn’t care. What would you even do to stop him?

He snoops around through your home as much as he pleases, again not caring in the slightest if you notice anything out of place. He’s curious as to what he can find out about you, though to what end he doesn’t quite understand.

Eventually, he finds himself sitting on the edge of your bed, the wooden frame creaking under him, the only sound resonating in the room. He looks around at the four walls of your bedroom, taking mental notes of your decorating choices, and your sparse furniture.

He still doesn’t know what to make of you, to his growing frustration.

Leaning back against the soft covers and pillows, he sighs, almost agitatedly. He brings a hand up to the pillow near his head, thumbing the soft, silky flange edge of it. Bringing the pillow to his face, he inhales deeply, taking in your scent. The smell brings back the memory of how soft your skin felt against his, the delightful and fearful noises you made underneath him. His cock twitches in his pants at the mental image, getting hard as he reminisces.

He debates doing something about the growing tightness in his pants before simply saying, ”Fuck it.” As he deftly undoes his pants and palms his erection. The thought of how you would react to him touching himself in your bed, to the depravity of the act he’s committing while you’re not home, is what really gets him going.

The thought of you possibly walking in, seeing the villain in your room, and the fear that would be in your eyes, has him groaning as a thick bead of precum runs down the head of his cock. He thumbs the bead, running his hand over the slit as he hisses in pleasure, his mind racing.

He continues to thrust up into his hand fervently at the thought of you, how warm you felt around him, how addicting your fear and submission were. He thinks about taking you again, what he’d do next time. The ideas run through his head as he gets closer and closer to the edge.

Dabi thinks of your soft body and your pupils blown wide with a mix of fear and pleasure, as he closes his eyes and pretends it's you he’s thrusting up into right now, imagining how you would clench around his cock. The sounds of your moans replay over and over in his mind. He imagines you begging for him, begging for him to fuck you, for him to not fuck you.

Within minutes, he’s spilling all over his hand as he reaches his climax.

He tucks himself messily back inside his pants, still not feeling satisfied. If anything, he’s feeling even more frustrated, even more angry. He can’t afford to have distractions like this, and he doesn’t like having some insignificant person consume his mind like this. He’s already gotten what he wanted from you, so why is he here?

Shigaraki and the rest of the League have started to take notice of the fact that his mind has been elsewhere as of late, and they’ve noticed his increasing absences as well, though they couldn’t have any ideas as to why. If only they knew.

He realizes he’s still gripping your pillow with one hand as he grits his teeth in frustration. He heats his hand, scorching and burning the fabric edge of the pillow, the smell of burnt cotton wafting through the air. Let you see this, see the evidence of his presence in your home. He hopes you notice, hoping it ignites more fear in you. It’s what you deserve for the increasingly suffocating hold you have over his mind.

Standing up lazily, he redoes his belt. He should be getting back soon, additionally, you’ll be home soon. As much as he would love to take his frustrations out on you right now, he needs to come up with some sort of plan. Something to quell his burning thoughts. Ideas swim around in his head as thinks of what to do next.

Someone has been in your home. You know Dabi has been watching you still, and the melted lock and scorched pillow make it apparent that he’s been inside as well. Your stomach turns and you shudder as you examine the burnt fabric. He was on your bed if the ruffled and messy duvet cover was any indication.

Fear rolls over you, making your vision blur and your body tremble as you stand there at the edge of your bed, holding the pillow. You don’t know why you didn’t go to the authorities after he broke in that first time, maybe from fear of retribution or maybe a naively placed hope he would leave you be. You now realize that optimism was false, as your breathing starts to quicken.

You don’t understand what he wants with you, why does he continue to haunt every corner of your life? He’s in every shadow caught out of the corner of your eye, in every slightly out-of-place object around your home, every unknown number that calls. All innocuous things before, now fill you with anxiety and doubt.

What does he plan to do to you, it’s obvious he hasn’t forgotten about you, nor is he seemingly keen on leaving you alone.

You don’t think he’s going to kill you, considering how he didn’t when he had the chance. But then again, maybe he’s toying with you, drawing out as much fear as he can before finishing you off. You don’t know what to expect and it makes your head spin.

Supposing you can’t do anything to stop him, you drop the pillow back to the bed, sighing tiredly. You could go to the police, you think to yourself. Maybe that’s what you should do, what any sane person would do in this situation. Maybe the heroes could help. You stop that train of thought quickly though, no he would know if you did something like that, and it would surely only serve to further piss him off.

You have no other option than to continue living your life as if you don’t have a villain shadowing your every move. It's a terrifying and oppressive weight on your shoulders.

Still, yet, you can’t help how your pulse quickens and your thighs press together when you remember that night he woke you. The memory of how he fucked you well and good into your sofa can’t seem to leave your mind. On more than one occasion since then, you’ve found yourself waking up in a sweat, wetness forming between your legs from the dreams replaying the event. When you wake like this you can’t help but wonder if he’s watching you at that moment, if he’s somewhere in your home. You’re often tempted to reach down between your legs and relieve the tension but the idea of his piercing eyes on you stops you from doing so.

It frustrates you to no end, how he invades your mind, his ominous presence constantly weighing on you, even when he couldn’t possibly be watching you.

In the weeks following, you’ve done your own research into Dabi, reading every news article and watching every news story about the infamous villain. You know he’s possibly tied to a string of murders throughout the area, crime scenes reduced to ash, bodies so badly burnt that dental records are needed to identify the victims. You find yourself reduced to nausea at these stories.

Your own immunity to fire doesn’t give you any feelings of ease or safety, if anything it makes you feel as if you have a prominent target on your back now. After all, that’s why he first sought you out right? Because you didn’t burn to death when you first encountered him. You shudder remembering the fury he showed as his face twisted into a snarl at that moment when he couldn’t reduce you to cinders like he so obviously wanted to. His anger felt all-consuming, you’ve never seen anything like it before then. You don’t think simply standing up to him at that moment was the crux of his anger, no, while it did certainly anger him, he was pissed because of your quirk. Your very existence was an act of defiance to him. At least that was your latest hypothesis for why he continues to stalk you.

You don’t even bother to change the smelted lock on the window, if he wants in he’ll just break it again, and then you’ll have evidence of another intrusion, and you don’t think your psyche can handle it.

Instead, you continue to go about your life as if you’re ignorant to his presence. You keep your head low and act as if nothing is wrong, not doing anything to draw more attention to yourself, and hopefully, nothing to worsen the situation. You continue to catch small signs of his presence, you know he hasn’t left you alone or forgotten about you.

He hasn’t gone out of his way to approach you again, though, and after a few weeks, you start to wonder if you’re being paranoid. Maybe he has finally left you alone and everything that you think is evidence of his presence is your own fear and anxiety messing with your head.

No, you remind yourself, he was definitely in your home, that melted lock and burnt pillow were more than enough evidence of that.

You find yourself going back and forth on this, whether or not he’s really still watching you or whether you're going crazy. Part of you hopes it’s just your anxiety and fear, but another part of you doesn’t like the idea of all this just being in your head. Until one day, you have the undeniable proof he’s still present.

You’re at work when he makes contact again. You work at some small grocery store in a less favorable part of town. The story is small and kind of shabby, and the produce is overpriced for how subpar quality it is. Not to mention, you think you’ve seen mice in the back before, not that the manager seems to care. You don’t particularly like this job but it pays the bills at the very least.

A new order comes in that day, and you soon find yourself behind the store, hauling crates from the truck with one of the few other employees scheduled that day. He’s a new hire, only having started here a few weeks ago. He’s been nice enough, if not...too nice at times. His overt friendly attitude has veered toward flirtatiousness recently, and you don’t know how to feel about it. Maybe if you didn’t have so much on your mind as of late, you would enjoy the positive attention.

He’s hardworking at least, and he doesn’t cross the line into making you feel uncomfortable. You do think that regardless, he’d make a good friend.

You attempt to pick up a particularly heavy crate of produce, straining to lift it.

“Hey, lemme get that, I got it.” Your coworker says, taking the load from you. His hands linger on yours as he grabs it. “Don’t strain yourself.” He says with a wink.

You can’t help but huff a laugh as you thank him. He carries the crate into the back portion of the store, leaving you alone in the alleyway. You go to grab the next box that needs to be taken inside, hoping this one will be easier to carry. Before you can though, your phone vibrates in your pocket.

Pulling it out to see what it is, your face pales and you almost drop your phone entirely when you see the message across your screen.

[Unknown number]

I don’t like the way he looks at you. Don’t let him touch you again.

There’s no doubt in your mind at all who this is from. Is he watching you right now? Your eyes dart around the area looking for any heavily scarred arsonists who could be looking at you. These alleys seem empty, with not a soul in sight. He must be watching you though, what else could he be referring to? Your heart thumps in your chest so hard you can feel it in your ears.

Before you can spiral into a panic, your coworker comes back out, ready to grab some more loads. He seems to notice your frightened expression soon enough.

“Hey is everything alright? You look like you just saw a ghost.” His eyes seemed filled with genuine concern.

You stammer, looking for the right words, you know you can't explain your situation, so instead you’ll have to come up with some excuse. He places a firm hand on your shoulder in a comforting gesture, as he asks again if you’re okay.

Aware of the fact that Dabi must be watching right now, his message still replaying in your mind, you remove his hand with your own and attempt to play it off.

“Oh yeah I’m fine, a rat ran out over my feet as I lifted a box, gave me a real scare.” You say with a humorless chuckle. You don’t know how convincing it may seem but it's all you can come up with right now.

Luckily, he seems to buy it. “Oh ew, yeah they seem to be frequent flyers whenever we get new orders, huh? The owner doesn’t care about the quality of the places he’s ordering from.”

He picks up the box in front of you and speaks again, “I can get these last few boxes if you wanna go inside, it’s a slow day and you could use the break.”

Still shaken up, you agree. As you head inside, your phone buzzes yet again. You check it again with a trembling hand, already knowing who it probably is.

[Unknown number]

I’ll kill him if he puts his hand on you like that again. I don’t share what’s mine, doll.

If there was any doubt before as to who was texting you, it’s gone now. This is Dabi, without question. The idea that he knows where you work, that he somehow got your number, makes you shiver in fear. He really hadn’t left you alone at all. Your breath quickens as it feels like you can’t get enough oxygen, your throat constricting.

Your heart beats heavily in your chest, what does he want with you? It was bad enough before, but now he seems to have some notion that he has a claim on you. That no one else could touch you, or make a move on you. This instills both a sense of fear and anger in you.

In a sudden moment of audacious boldness, you pull up the keyboard on your phone and type back a short message.

I’m not yours. You don’t own me.

You immediately regret it the moment after you hit ‘send’. You can’t take it back now, and you might only piss him off with your words. You shouldn’t even be engaging with him, he’s one of the most wanted terrorists in Japan, for god's sake.

Within seconds, your phone vibrates again as he responds to you.

Oh really? We’ll see about that

Dread twists in your gut and your hairs stand on end as you read his reply. What does he mean by that? What is he planning? He’s obviously going to do something if his text is any indication. You regret replying to him at all, you fear you’ve only made things worse by doing so. If there’s one thing you’ve realized about Dabi, it’s that he doesn’t like resistance or anything challenging him.

You choose not to reply again, instead putting away your phone, and distracting your racing mind with work. You feel helpless to do anything to change your current predicament, all you can do is try not to focus on it, otherwise, you might start panicking. You silently pray that everything will turn out okay.

Dabi has been watching you still yet, even at times watching you at work when he could. His obsessive thoughts about you haven’t gone anywhere, you still consume his mind entirely. He doesn’t know why and he doesn’t quite know what he wants to do with you yet. You still frustrate him ceaselessly. He started to think maybe he hated you, for how you’re ever present in his thoughts, but then he saw how your irritating coworker looked at you, how he seemed to take every opportunity he could to touch you. He felt an entirely new form of anger rising in him.

Whether he continues to toy with you, whether he fucks you again, or whether he decides to kill you, you're his and his alone. He doesn’t know when he started to mentally think of you as ‘his’ but he has and he’ll be damned if someone else will touch what’s rightfully his. The urge to kill the coworker is overwhelmingly strong at the present moment.

He takes out his current burner phone and sends you a cryptic message as he watches you from the shadows of the twisting alleyways. You’ll probably be wondering how he got your number, once you realize who sent the message. It was all too easy to sneak go through your phone while you slept just a few feet away, as he committed all your most personal information to memory. Your peacefully sleeping face looked so cute and innocent to his presence.

Judging by the spooked look on your face, you immediately know it was him who sent the text. You look around the alley, searching for any sign of your stalker. You won’t spot him of course, Dabi has had years to learn how to blend into the shadows, the hidden nooks and crannies of winding alleys and dilapidated buildings.

That annoying pest of a man comes out again, even puts his hand on your shoulder, and Dabi sees red. It takes everything in him to not burn him alive right then. He knows that he needs to act patiently. It won’t do him well to rush things, and he thinks killing someone in front of you might give you the final push to run straight to the authorities, and that would only complicate things further with you. He can kill that annoying man later he supposes.

He is pleased with how quickly you remove his hand from your shoulder, though. Good, he likes when you do what you’re told. You’re a lot more endearing when you listen without contesting him.

He sends you another text after he sees you walking inside, wishing he could watch your face as you read it. He still finds your fear absolutely delightful. He’s spent many nights at this point rutting into his hand as he closes his eyes and imagines your frightful expressions. He’s surprised though when his phone chimes as you reply to him, not expecting you to reply at all.

I’m not yours. You don’t own me.

A scowl forms on his face as a displeased expression forms. He furrows his eyebrows as he considers your words. Of course you’re his, even if you don’t want to be. You were his from the moment you failed to die by his quirk, even if he didn’t think of you as his at the time. Your text irritates him yet again, you have the nerve to preoccupy his thoughts constantly and then to try and deny him. Oh no, that simply won’t do. He’ll show you who you belong to, and he’ll make it really clear so there won’t be any more mistakes or misunderstandings about the matter.

His hands shake in aggravation as he sends you another response, before pocketing his phone. He lits a cigarette as he walks away, hoping to calm his irate mood. Plans are already starting to come together in his head.

The rest of your day passes in a haze, as you try to distract yourself from the overwhelming anxiety and fear that’s plaguing your mind. Work is monotonous enough to serve to keep your thoughts preoccupied. You don’t want to focus on any of the things going on in your life right now. You feel as if you’ll break down if you let your fear take hold at this moment.

After work, once you get home, you find something to do around the house, completing every and any chore you can think of, anything to keep you busy. This keeps you distracted well into the evening.

Sleep overcomes you easily that night, you’re exhausted and desperate to turn your brain off.

Your sleep is dreamless and uneventful until you slowly start to come to the sensation of something hot and wet moving between your legs. Consciousness comes to you slowly as you lift your heavy eyelids, and you start to realize you’re not dreaming as you feel hair brushing up against your inner thighs. Your blurry eyes try to focus in the darkened room as you make out the figure in front of you. The first thing you see is a head full of soft black hair as you feel another long wet drag against your cunt.

You let out a sharp gasp as your hips jolt. Strong hands go to grip you, holding you in place, as Dabi lifts his head to meet your gaze, his eyes piercing straight through you from where he sits between your legs.

“So you’re awake now? Took you long enough, baby.” He speaks in that same rough voice you remember and he then flattens his tongue against you, taking another long, firm drag. You bite back a noise as you begin to squirm. His hands grip you tighter, keeping you firmly on his face. You can see now that he took your shorts off while you slept, your underwear hooked around one ankle now. He appears to have also taken his own jacket off.

“W-why?” You’re not sure what question you’re even asking, but in your still hazy state, it's all you seem to be able to manage.

He lifts his head again, his eyes filled with lust at the moment, and something devious as well.

“You said weren’t mine, that you don’t belong to me. I’m here to prove you wrong.” He nips at the delicate skin of your inner thigh as he speaks, pulling another noise past your lips. You try to push away from him, but he quickly pins your hips down as he gives you a dangerous look.

“I won’t hesitate to chain you to this bed if you don’t behave. Do you want that?” He asks darkly, and you fervently shake your head. “Good, I thought so.”

He moves his mouth back down, working his tongue over your clit as you slowly lose your mind. You can’t help the noises you make as your legs start to tremble in his grasp. He seems to know exactly how to move his tongue against you, the wet squelching of his mouth against you as he eats you out, and your quiet moans are the only noises in the room.

The pleasure starts to grow, and as you feel the heat building up in your gut, you can’t but grind your hips against him. Your fingers twitch as you look for something to grasp onto and you can’t seem to stop yourself before gripping his hair. Luckily he doesn’t seem to mind, groaning low against your clit as you pull on his hair. His dark hair is surprisingly soft in your hands and every time you yank it, he lets out another low noise.

Sparks of white start to flash behind your eyelids, as you near your climax. You’re fully grinding against him now, riding his face in earnest as your noises become more desperate. You’re so close and he seems to know it.

He continues his ministrations for a moment longer, bringing you to the very edge, but before you can come, he pulls away abruptly.

You feel as if you could cry, your frustrations are obvious, and your cunt aches from the sudden lack of attention.

“Please, please, I was so close!” You find yourself begging despite your own sense of pride. Your voice is shaky as you whine. You don’t want this, not really, but his mouth felt so good against you. You feel conflicted and torn.

Dabi presses his lips to your inner leg again. “Mhm, as much as I love the sound of you begging like that, I don’t think I’m gonna let you come yet.” He pulls back, smirking at how your lip trembles and the desperation in your eyes.

“That was just to warm you up some, I want you to do something for me first, baby.”

You look up at him apprehensively as you sniffle. ”...What?” You’re nervous as to what he wants or what he plans to do. If he simply wanted to fuck you, he would. After the thing with the gun last time, you can only imagine what else he would do.

He grips your waist, pulling you up into a sitting position wordlessly as he sits back on his haunches. Even sitting up, you still have to look up to meet his eyes, his presence still intimidating and frightening as ever. He seems to have a constant dark aura about him.

He looks at you for a moment, leaning back more as he speaks.

“Take off my belt.” It’s a simple yet commanding sentence, his voice husky and low, his tone very obviously leaving no room for debate. It’s not a request, it’s an order.

Not wanting to see what he’ll do if you refuse, you reach for his belt with shaking hands, undoing it quickly as he watches you from above with that intense gaze of his.

Soon enough, you’re sliding the belt off of him, letting it drop to the bed. Before you can look to him to see what wants you to do now, he speaks.

“Undo my pants next.” You meet his eyes, which are now heavily lidded with desire. You think you know where this is going if your intuition is correct. As you unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down, you can see that he’s straining against his boxers, a spot already forming from precum.

One of his strong hands goes to grip your hair, as the other reaches to pull his cock free. He’s large and girthy, and the same piercings you remember from last time gleam in the low lighting.

He pulls you down close to his crotch, forcing you to arch your back for him. A thumb comes to pull at your bottom lip, going to swipe across the tip of your tongue.

"You ready to open that pretty mouth for me, baby?" He speaks in a low almost murmur as he hooks a finger in your mouth. “I said before that you were a natural cockwhore, I wanna test that out now.”

His hand pulls you closer to him, the hand on your jaw letting go to hold his cock, the hand in your hair staying firmly put. He brings the tip of it up to your lips. You want to refuse on principle but he’s obviously not going to take no for an answer. He smears precum across your lips, before firmly tapping your cheek.

“And don’t even think about biting, I’ll snap your pretty little neck so fast.” He looks at you with an intensity that has your breath nearly catching in your throat, and his eyes bore down into yours. You frown slightly, you weren’t that stupid to piss off the murderer situated above you.

“I wasn’t going to,” You speak in a quiet but firm voice, your own boldness surprising you as you continue, “I was actually thinking what kind of freak gets his dick pierced.”

Dabi barks out a sudden and rough laugh at your words. “Yeah I’m a sick freak, but you already knew that about me, doll.” The hand in your hair tightens considerably as he presses the head of his cock to your lips again, his voice dropping into something dangerous. “Now suck.”

You decide against making any other smart remarks, instead opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out experimentally, giving the tip a small lick.

“Just like that, baby.” He says in a throaty voice as he pushes the head of his cock past your lips, forcing you to open wider. His precum is salty on your tongue, and you wrap your lips around him tight. Your hands go to the tops of his thighs to steady yourself, as you take another inch of his length into your mouth. Both his hands tangle into your hair as he uses his hold on you to thrust into you slowly, letting you get accustomed to his size.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good.” He groans above you, and his praise has your stomach fluttering. You start to work your tongue on the underside of his shaft, the metal piercings giving it such an unusual feeling, and you begin to suck in earnest as he throws his head back. “Oh, you’re so fucking good, so good for me.”

He starts to thrust into your mouth more roughly, the tip of his cock poking the back of your throat as you try not to gag.

“Shhh, shhh, just breath, relax your throat.” One of his hands goes to massage the side of your jaw as he coaxes you into taking more, forcing his full length down your throat. You can’t breathe, but before you can truly panic he pulls back momentarily, giving you a second to inhale through your nose.

Then, he thrusts back in pulling your face flush with his groin, your nose burying in his curly pubes, which you now notice are white, unlike the dark hair on his head. He holds you there for a few moments before the lack of oxygen starts to make your vision blur.

He continues to fuck your throat like this, forcing you to relax and take it as he moans lowly. You can tell he’s starting to get close as he picks up the pace, fucking your face faster and letting out a litany of swears jumbled with more praise.

The hands on your face start to heat up against your skin and you can see as small sparks of blue flames start to dance up his wrists, the smell of smoke increasing. The small flames start to encompass your head as he holds you tightly, but they do nothing but roll across your skin harmlessly.

You hollow your cheeks as best you can, swallowing around his cock as he exclaims, “Fuck, fuck I’m coming!” As he pushes his cock into your throat as far as it’ll go, forcing you to swallow every bit. He holds you in place for several moments as you take every salty pump, as your eyes start to water.

After he’s spent, he pulls out with a pop, drool is now running down your chin, your throat sore and battered.

He tilts your chin up, meeting your tear-filled eyes. His expression is still filled with desire, his eyes looking hazy from his orgasm. “Oh, you did so good baby, look at you, swallowed every single drop.” His thumb runs across your bottom lip and you see his cock twitch in interest again. Of course he wouldn’t be done with you yet.

Dabi pulls you up from where had you bent down, pulling you closer to him. You begin to struggle against him yet again, and he’s quick to pull your hair, hard.

“I told ya I would chain you to this bed if you didn’t behave, do I need to pull out the cuffs?” You’re not surprised he brought handcuffs, not in the least bit, but you don’t want him using them on you, so you quickly quit struggling at the threat.

Dabi would like very much actually to use the cuffs, but he likes when you’re being obedient for him. He’ll have plenty of time to use them later anyways. Just the mental image of you tied up under him is enough to start getting him hard again.

“Let's take this shirt off, baby.” He says in that gravelly voice as he pulls the fabric up over your head, leaving you exposed. Your hands immediately go to cover your chest but he quickly grips your wrists, using his hold on you to press you down into the mattress. He leans into your prone body, his teeth nipping at the skin right below your ear.

“Besides, you didn’t get to come earlier, it’s your turn now.” One of his hands goes to grip your hips, the other going to his cock as he presses it against your clit, rubbing it up and down your slick folds, the metallic piercings along the shaft rubbing against you pleasurably.

He continues this motion until you start letting out small moans, even as you try to hide your noises. After a minute of this, he guides the engorged head of his cock to your hole, nearly pressing in. He lavishes your neck with bites, sucking bruises into the skin, as he slowly presses forward into you. You clench around him and he groans.

“Relax, baby, relax. ‘S not gonna hurt, I’ll make you feel good.” He thrusts forward another inch, and as he slowly begins to fuck the small passage your body has granted him, you whimper out.

He slowly begins to fuck you open, with each forward movement of his hips he pushes in another inch, until he has almost his entire cock moving in and out at a languid pace. Already having come earlier, he seems content to take his time with you, humping into you lazily. He keeps his body pressed close to yours and the hand that isn’t gripping your hip comes to wrap around your head, keeping you tightly pressed to him.

You let out gasping moans as those piercings rub against your innermost wall. “Dabi..”

“Fuck, keep saying my name just like that.” His cock thumps against your womb now as he moves his hips more deeply. “You’re mine, doll, you’re all mine. You belong to me.” He says it like a chant, a prayer. Words continue to fall from his lips like flames as he grinds his hips into you.

“N-no, no.” You don’t like this claim of ownership over you, you don’t want him to see you as someone to possess, but you struggle to get the words out between your breathless moans and whimpers. He chuckles quietly at your protests, as he presses his mouth to your jawline, panting into your ear as he speaks again.

“No? You really don’t understand, huh?” His hips are slapping against yours now, the bed creaking under you two with every movement. You’re pressed chest to chest as he looks into your eyes, his gaze filled with something terrifying and wild. Whatever obsession he had with initially, it’s warped into something dangerous. “You were made to be mine, feel how perfectly my cock fits inside you?” He punctuations his sentence with a rough thrust, causing you to let out a high-pitched keening noise. “Even your quirk is another sign you were made for me. You belong to me.”

The strong arms around you heat up as he fucks you into the mattress, the headboard knocking against the wall. He pushes in closer to you, pulling you into a deep, messy kiss. His teeth clank against yours and he bites your lips, nearly hard enough to draw blood. It’s a rough and possessive kiss, and he doesn’t let up until your head starts to spin, seeming to want to steal the very air from your lungs. He’ll take everything you have and more, because he truly believes you made give him everything, even your own self.

He makes a circular motion with his hips, the tip of his cock rolling over your cervix. “Only I can fuck you like this, only I can make you feel this good. You know you like this.”

A particular thrust has you crying out as you shake under him, and he makes it his mission to hit that exact same spot with every movement. “You feel so good when you clench on my cock like that. Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer, baby.”

Electricity races up your spine with every roll of his hips, and you can’t help but cling to him. He reaches down between the two of you and begins to rub at the spot that’ll push you over the edge. “Come on my cock, baby, come for me.” He all but growls in your ear. Within moments you found yourself orgasming hard, as he continues to fuck you through it. He curses as you clench around him and with several battering thrusts, he pushes in as deep as he can, pumping you full of his cum. “Fucking take it, take my cum. That’s it, baby.” His cock twitches inside you as he releases, collapsing on top of you.

He continues to lie on top of you for a few moments, his arms holding you tight as his softening cock slips out. After a minute he pulls himself up, looking down at your sweaty and exhausted body, your tired expression. “Wait here.” He says simply, getting up and redoing his pants. He exits your bedroom, feet padding on down the hall as he disappears.

He returns a few minutes later, with a warm rag, and a glass of water. He cleans you up wordlessly before making you sit up despite how sore your body is, and hands you the glass, along with some pills.

You eye the capsules suspiciously, as you turn to him and frown. “What’s this?”

He rolls his eyes at your apprehensiveness. ”It’s not poison, it’s so ya don’t get pregnant. I’ve snooped enough to know you’re not on any birth control.”

Still frowning, you hesitate. He didn’t seem to care last time whether or not he got you knocked up. He seems to sense your wariness and grows impatient.

“Just take the damn pills already, if I wanted to kill you I could do a lot better than some fake medicine.” You suppose that’s true. Not wanting to anger him, you swallow the pills, downing the water afterward. He watches you closely as you do so, making sure you actually swallow them.

“Good, now get some rest.” You feel yourself getting a lot sleepier than you initially felt, your eyes growing heavy. Within minutes you’re out.

Dabi redresses you nimbly, making sure you’re truly knocked out before lifting you up into his arms. What a sweet thing, you were still so naive and trusting. He starts to carry you towards the door. You were his and you weren’t ever getting away from him.

A/N: Sooo part three mayhaps? Thanks for reading!

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