#dabi request

NSFW Headcanons

Embarrasses the hell out of Shigs.

Do NOT let him catch you and Dabi on the couch or in some weird situation.

Poor Shigs is unsure whether or not to be entirely grossed out or whether he's going to beat Dabi's ass because "HOW DARE HE TOUCH YOU THAT WAY!"

If he hears you together that's different, and also absolutely hilarious.

Personally, I can just imagine Shigs with his hands over his ears and completely red in the face like "god, make it stop!" or "lalallaalla!" like school-grade children do.

Dabi though doesn't give a single fuck about whether Shigaraki hears or not, as long as he's making you feel good and you're hollering it to the world.

Whether it's with his tongue, mouth, or riding on him. ;)

Will growl and throw a pillow at Shigs if he interrupts.

Dabi will also throw a fit if Shigaraki comes in while you're snuggled asleep in his arms.

Like "Crusty, if you don't get the fuck out of here!"

Shigaraki uses this opportunity to terrorize both of you however though.

"So when's my little niece/nephew arriving?"

A day working with the league was what was in Dabi’s future and he had a lurking feeling of regret as soon as he stepped foot outside your apartment. He had left without waking you up to say goodbye, he had thought he was doing you a favor by doing so, but you thought otherwise. Dabi knew that you hated being woken up, but he hadn’t put together the fact that he was going to be gone much longer than usual.

So when you awoke to find him nowhere near you and his phone and car keys gone you could have killed the man.

You plotted for a couple hours on how you could get back at him. You wanted to make him hurt. You wanted to make him regret ever leaving without saying I love you.

That’s when you got an idea.

Your eyes darted to your dresser as you pictured all the different lingerie sets that Dabi had bought you over the years. The ones that he always begged you to wear for him.

As you grabbed the silky fabric from the dresser the gears in your head continued to turn. Your phone lit up from across the room, a notification from an app, but just that flicker of light made you realize exactly what you could do to him.

Lingerie set after set you snapped as many pictures as you could. You wanted to make him suffer. A stockpile of photos now sat in your gallery, ready to make the man’s day just a tad bit harder.

Your finger hovered over the send button as you selected which picture you wanted to send first. Your anxiety grew the longer you waited, knowing that it would anger Dabi more and more each time.

Once you finally hit send and watched the message go through your anxiety faded a little. Now it was time to see what he had to say about it.

* * * * * *

Dabi felt his phone vibrate softly in his pocket as he stood behind Shigaraki and listened to the conversation before him. He slowly lifted it out of his pocket and met the eyes of the Yakuza Leader they were meeting with.

Your name hovered on his screen along with an attachment. He figured it was probably a picture of something you wanted to get for the apartment, looking for his opinion, but when he opened it and saw you sprawled on the bed in his favorite lingerie set his eyes grew wide.

He could feel the expression on his face change, but he tried his best to ignore it.

The Yakuza man’s expression changed a little as he watched Dabi and Shigaraki turned to look at him. With the best annoyed look he could muster, Dabi turned and put his phone back in his pocket.

But he had no idea what was coming for him.

* * * * * *

Picture after picture coming through his phone made him want to shut it off, and he might have done it if he didn’t have a reason to make sure you had a line of connection with him. His work was dangerous and he was always ready to come to your rescue if he needed to.

Each time he saw the word attachment alongside your name he wanted so badly to not open it, but his worst fears would come into play. What if it was a picture of you kidnapped? What if you needed him?

Sitting in meetings was beginning to be uncomfortable. It was rare that Shigaraki gave them bathroom breaks and when he did they weren’t nearly long enough for Dabi to get rid of his urges.

His erection pushed at his pants and his anger slowly grew steeper and steeper. If he was embarrassed by a stiffy because of you he would make your life a living hell.

So when the boss man finally told him that they were free to go he played it cool on his phone for a few minutes thinking of things to bring himself down. When he was finally able to get up and leave he was seeing red.

* * * * * *

You placed his favorite set back on when you got a text saying he was heading home and waited for him on the bed. You could tell just how angry he was by the way he worded his text message.

You heard the front door to your apartment open quickly and jumped as it slammed behind him. His heavy boots could be heard pounding down the hallway as he made his way to your room.

When he turned the corner and entered the doorway the last thing he had expected to see was you sprawled on the bed. He had tried his hardest to stay mad, he had wanted to curse you out, but it turned to nothing but lust.

He leaned his tall frame against the doorway and crossed his arms. “You know how angry it makes me when you send me those things, right? Haven’t we talked about this?”

You rolled onto your stomach and looked over your shoulder at him. “I might have forgotten about that.”

Dabi stood up straight again and sauntered toward the bed. “Are you sure you forgot? Or were you just looking to piss me off?”

You said nothing and crawled across the bed, climbing onto your knees in front of him. You pulled at his shirt and bit your lip. “What are you gonna do if I just wanted to piss you off, Dabi?”

A wicked chuckle left his lips and he reached to his pants and unzipped them slowly. His hands pulled his boxers and jeans down his legs and a sly grin painted his face. “It’s time for you to find out.”

Dabi’s hand reached up and wrapped around the back of your head, wrapping into your hair. He used your hair to pull you down to his erect length. You knew what he wanted and you knew that he wouldn’t stop until he got just that.

Your mouth slowly engulfed his cock, your head slowly bobbing around him. But he wasn’t going to let you off so easily.

His hand stayed wrapped in your hair, pushing your head onto his length. With every push and every thrust of his hips he bottomed himself out against the back of your throat. But he was growing closer and closer to his release and he wasn’t going to stop for anything. “Look at you, dollface, taking my cock so well. You look so perfect in this position.”

Your eyes began to water as you tried your hardest to keep from stopping him. As you began to push his hips away, he slowed, his warm, salty cum painting the back of your throat.

His hand pulled your head back and you smiled as you licked your lips. “Now it’s time to fill you up more. But dollface, we’re not done until every last drop of my cum stays between those pretty little legs of yours.” He pulled back harder and placed a rough kiss to your lips. “If even a drop drips out and we’ll be doing it over and over again.”

Shigaraki is particularly pissed off and in a foul mood when Dabi and yourself walk through the door. Especially if the way he has his arms folded over his chest and a deep crimson eye peeking from beneath his hand is any indication. You feel the hair on the back of your neck raise from his glare and swiftly glance at your snowy-haired boyfriend beside you.

"Dabi...Did you fucking enjoy airing your family's fucking dirty laundry drama?"

You can immediately feel Dabi's air change from pure relief and carefree to growing tension.

"Yeah, I did. Feels good. That a problem? I told you before, I very well have my own goals."

Shigaraki finally climbs to his feet and slowly walks around the both of you in a circle.

"Well, since it seems you've both schemed without me this time. It seems I'll just have to punish the both of you." Shigaraki murmurs morbidly.

Dabi is quick to pull you slightly behind his body.

"They had nothing to do with this. You leave them out of it, ugly. Or else."

Shigaraki's eyes twitch in irritation. "Or else? I don't think you quite understand what you're implying, brat. I know we said she deserved punishment from us both last time, but you... oh, you, are in quite deep shit as well."

Dabi's eyes widen as Shigaraki stands in front of him and grips his chin firmly.

"What're y-"

"Shut your mouth." Shigaraki hisses lowly, lips molding against Dabi's softly.

Your own eyes, like Dabi's, widen as wide as saucers.

"Now, you're going to be a good boy, Dabi. Or else, I'm going to disintegrate all you hold dear. Her." Tomura growls, gripping the top rail of his chair and disintegrating it. As if in a warning.

"Do I make myself clear now?"

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You can feel the velvet binds around your wrists tightly in front of you and only hear with the thick midnight fold over your eyes. Dabi is in a similar predicament with you straddling his hips in a chair, facing him.

"Thought you were quite slick, didn't you? The two of you may be together, but I thought we were getting so much closer."

You hear Dabi's breath intake with a sharp gasp as the snap of a whip cracks across the bare skin of his back.

"Fuuuuccckkkk..." he breathily shudders.

"That's one. Y/N, I want you to use your pretty mouth and count them out for me. We're going to ten. Dabi, your safe word is 'delta'. But I want to hurt you."

"Shiiittt, I won't need it." your boyfriend groans and you can feel the heat growing between the both of you.

Neither of you sees Shigaraki's knowing smile. Oh, he has already known. He knows how you and Dabi are behind closed doors, after all.

Another crack of the whip.

"T-two...Three.......Ten."

Your boyfriend is already a shuddering mess against you, gritting his teeth.

"I had no idea you were such a pain slut, Dabi. You seem quite ready to impale our dear sweet Y/N now. Think you can stand for me?"

Shigaraki grips the plush of your thighs and lifts you up, back pressed into his chest. And catches you off-guard in the process, causing you to let out a shriek.

"What the fuck are you doing, you pervert!? And they're mine." Dabi growls.

"I'm going to have her in a way you probably haven't~ Now, stand, Dabi. Or I'll have all the fun myself." Shigraki chortles.

You feel Dabi rise to his feet in front of you, and blush even though he can't see you.

"Atta boy, Dabi. Now wrap your legs around him, Y/N~"

You do as told and feel yourself clench as Dabi's shaft is pressed hot against you.

"Oh~ I'm sorry. Let me just help both of you."

You shudder as you feel the tip of Dabi's heat rub against you slowly. And something else... Was Shigaraki holding him?

"Mmm, push into her, Dabi. You know she wants it."

You moan out as your boyfriend huffs and pushes deeply into you with little warning. Your senses are on overload. You can hear them, smell them, feel every little ridge and bulge of your boyfriend's cock sliding into the heat of your depths.

And you're pressed back into Shigaraki tightly, sandwiched and held up between the both of them. The male takes the opportunity to steal some sloppy side kisses and carefully runs fingertips around the sensitive skin of your areolas and soft pebbling rosebuds. You mewl softly into the heat and tongue of his mouth.

"Good girl, Y/N. See? I knew you both had obedience in you. Now..."

You feel a nudge and rub against the pucker of your backside.

"I'm going to untie the both of you now, sweetheart. You had better hold onto Dabi. Dabi, you had better help me hold her between us." Shigaraki whispers.

You swallow nervously and rapidly wrap your arms around your boyfriend, resting your hands on his back. Dabi's hands find your hips tightly. He's been trying so hard not to move, but failing slightly and giving shallow thrusts. Like you, he can feel you around him too. The way your heat beckons him and sheathes him completely, the way your slick is pressed and sticking to his balls when he presses deeply into you, and hear your sweet little breaths in his ears.

"Now, dear Y/N. This is going to hurt quite a bit. But trust me. Dabi, you too."

"Shigaraki, you aren't," a defeated sigh against your lips, "...Don't hurt her."

You hear a lewd spit and again the familiar heat presses against your backside. And you mentally try to prepare yourself. Then the stretching and burning begin and you bury your nails into Dabi's back, causing him to groan into your collarbone.

"Dabi, you know what to do."

"Ok, doll. Focus on me. I'm going to distract you a bit until Shigaraki's in."

"O-Ok..." You whine out before Dabi's got you enveloped in heated kisses and removes one hand to sweep your hair and hold the side of your face.

And he moves. God, the drag and pull of the ridge of his head is driving you insane. You still feel uncomfortable at first, but the pain soon dissolves with Dabi serving as the perfect distraction.

Then Shigaraki moves. And you nearly lose it. Dabi can feel him too. You grit your teeth and moan out softly.

"C-can you try to move at the s-same time?" you blubber softly.

Shigaraki smirks as he removes Dabi's blindfold.

"We can. Dabi you should see your sweet girl's expressions. I'm mad, but definitely not going to withhold that from you."

Dabi is OBSESSED with the look on your face right now. Lips so kiss swollen and parted in a possible cry of pleasure. And then he glances at Shigaraki nuzzled slightly in your hair and his hand rubbing again the bud at the apex of your thighs slowly, causing you to moan again. And he nods, and they both move.

Your mind can hardly process them both and Shigaraki's hand. A delightful mix of too much and too little. Your toes curl as you begin to feel shocks through your nerves.

"Ah...so good. You can be rougher now. Please..." you hiccup softly.

Your wish is their command. The two men tag-team you expertly. And you're not sure they've ever worked so well in tandem. And they're overwhelming and over-sensitizing you. You shudder between the both of them, head back against Shigaraki, and breaths leaving in moans.

Dabi's obsession is his downfall. You're so lost in your pleasure and he can't help but hold your hips tightly and decide to press himself quicker and harder into the hold you have on him.

And then you begin to squirm and Shigaraki smirks as he grips the swell of your bosom in his hands and sucks at the skin of your neck, pressing hard in reckless abandon with Dabi.

And you're crying out. Oh, so loud. You don't realize your orgasm has spurted and coated Dabi and his thighs almost completely and the boys both groan as your body gorgeously convulses around them. Then they're both burying their faces into either side of your neck and pumping you as full as they both possibly can.

Your ears are ringing and you groan as Dabi pulls the blindfold slowly from your eyes.

"I've never seen you look more beautiful, doll."

You feel absolutely drunk.