Kinktober Day 2: Dabi x Reader - You are His
General Disclaimer: I will do my best to keep the reader gender neutral and physically unspecific unless otherwise stated! The reader will be kept as realistic as possible but remember, it’s all subjective! Not everyone struggles with the same issues and this is a one person blog, so I really just have myself to try and make the reader relate to you! With that, I hope you enjoy this!
Warnings/Content: NSFW, slightly gory, blood, fire, non-con, abuse, curse words, obsessive character, submissive reader. This fanfiction does not exhibit any endorsement I have for this behavior, this is purely fiction and should be left as such. Make sure to always ask for consent and ensure you and your partner's (or partners) comfort when doing anything.
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You ran down the alleyway, tears streaming down your face. The clothes on you were burned at the edges, soot on your face, and hair a mess. Once you reached the end of the alleyway, you spun around to see if he was still following you.
“Y/n, did’ya really think you could get very far from me?” Dabi asked as a blue flame emerged from his hand.
You were frozen. Knowing there was nowhere to run, you sank down to the ground. He approached you as your head hung down, his shoes the only item insight. Dabi lifted your chin up with his boot and placed his hand against the brick behind you. Dabi was already terrifying in general, only appearing scarier in the dim overhead light. He tugged you from off the ground and shoved your shoulders against the wall.
“Y’know you want me. You’re just pretending you’re not.”
You tiredly shook your head no, but he brushed it off. He took one hand off you and the fire materialized again. He found the fear in your eyes pleasing, granting him his own form of ecstasy. He grabbed your arm, forcing the flame to make contact. Your screams echoed down the alleyway. Dabi quickly shoved his other hand against your mouth, with his elbow keeping hold on your shoulder.
“If you don’t shut up, I’ll fuck you right this second.”
His threat was empty though, he would fuck you regardless of what you did, but giving you false hope made crushing it that much hotter. He took his hand off your arm and you could sense the burn was awful. The place where his hand had been was charred, transforming the spot into a scorched and bubbly heap. You leaned your head back against the wall and cried, silently begging for this nightmare to end. In your despair, you suddenly felt cold air hit your chest.
“I’m just getting these clothes out of the way. You won't need them anytime soon.”
He made quick work of your clothes, leaving the focus on your body. He slid his hands upwards and settled them around your neck, applying too much pressure on you. With eyes tightly shut and your breathing paused, you prayed he wouldn’t burn you.
“It’s no fun when you’re prepared for it.” Dabi complained, removing his hands from your throat. You relaxed your eyes, at least you had a chance to breathe. However, it was short-lived as he bent down to suck on your chest.
“No, stop!” you shouted, trying to push him off your body.
Your begging was to no avail. He placed his right elbow under your neck while igniting a fire in his left, a looming threat for disobedience. His tongue swirled around your nipple with no discernible pattern to his movements. Even his hasty tongue rotations left you weak; how could a small gesture fill you with so much need? Lost in your thoughts, you realized he had been sucking on one spot for just a little too long.
‘Shit, he’s leaving a hickey!’
Your face scrunched with disgust from the hot, sweaty feeling. With your adrenaline making its inevitable slow down, your mind felt hazy. Your arms were weak and exhausted, but you still lifted them to Dabi’s chest to force him off you. He gave no notable reaction to your feeble attempt, he simply lifted your arms, held them up against the wall, and kept them together with one hand. Dabi used his other hand to unzip his pants, simultaneously freeing his cock. Your eyes flickered downward, noticing his boner. You banged your head hard against the wall behind you, the brick causing a considerable amount of pain, but far less than the torture Dabi was putting you through. He caught wind of your reaction,
“You’re tired already? What a whore. We haven’t even started yet.”
He started to situate with your hole while you panicked. He was lined up now, all it took was one push and he would be in. In a final attempt to escape him, you tried to kick him as hard as possible. However, it was in vain as Dabi hoisted you slightly up, then dropped you onto his cock. He immediately started at a fast, desperate speed. He squished you against the wall harder so he could put in less effort to keep you on him. Everything seemed thrown around, your vision becoming blurred from being bobbed up and down continuously. It felt like an out-of-body experience almost, with your own panting sounding unfamiliar. Your back was scratching against the wall because of how harshly you were pressed against the brick. Trickles of liquid were rolling down your back but you thought it to be sweat. It wasn’t until Dabi moved his hands behind your back when you noticed the red on his palms. With a choked sob, your tears fell again. Your head hurt from the stress, your body hurt from his burns and uncaring treatment, yet pleasure still appeared. After an unbearably long amount of time, his pace became rhythmic and slow. You hoped maybe he wanted to stop, maybe he got what he wanted. Your heart sank when he said,
“You look so hot right now. Did you notice the blood on my hands? It’s yours. This is what my love gives you. I know you want more.”
He gave one particularly hard thrust, forcing a groan from you.
“You’re ready for this to be over already whore?”
Another thrust hit, followed by a grunt from him.
“You’ll have the release you’re look’in for. I’m almost done.”
After a few more thrusts, he moaned loudly. The loud volume directly in your ear made you flinch a bit, and your mouth went agape as he filled you. Once he finished cumming, he pulled out of you and carelessly let you fall to the ground. His cum dripped out of you slowly, blood oozed down your back, and you felt grossly sweaty. You were violated and knew you must have looked like a mess, but at least it was over. Dabi bent down, already having pulled his pants back on, and yanked your arm up. Stumbling to your feet, you were shaky and dizzy. Dabi started dragging you out of the alleyway with him but you pulled against him, not wanting to be with him any longer. Dabi turned you around roughly and admired your scratched and bloodied back; it was as if an animal unsuccessfully tried to rip you to pieces. He pressed his palm firmly onto you, causing a wince. Fire was produced from his hand again, screaming filling the air. He gazed lovingly at your singed skin. Dabi loved that he caused you this pain, that he was the one who destroyed your physicality. He thought it was alluring. He knew he needed you. Plus, now Dabi had claimed you. Which made you his. Forever.
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Author Notes: This took WAY too long to write! I’m not sure how people can crank one fanfic a day! Because I’m still editing (and *cough, cough* writing) the kinktober writings, I’ll just be posting as I find the time. School’s definitely a huge kicker to this but I’m gonna stay determined! Plus, next week is Fall break so worst comes to worst, I’ll just use that time to catch up! But here’s a post for tonight that I’ve been working on for a week! Also, the theme is gore but I’m not much of a gore fan, so it might not have delivered on that, but the attempt was there. Once again, I do not endorse treating anyone like this fanfiction describes, make sure you and everyone involved is comfortable and consented when having sex or doing something of a sexual nature. With that, I hope this was enjoyable and I’ll be back next week (or hopefully sooner)!
