"oh, baby.... it's like a waterfall down here." you cooed, chuckling softly when dabi moved to cover his pussy from your view with his hands.
"f-fuck off." he mumbled, his voice barely anything but a whine as he sniffled. he had been so horny all day and you just had to take a double shift of patrol. of course, by the time you got home, he had been desperately trying to get off only to find himself dissolving into a frustrated mess of tears when he couldn't. not to the same strength that you could anyways.
"i'm not making fun of you, baby. promise." you whispered, gently guiding his hands to your shoulders while you took it upon yourself to replace their role covering his pussy.
your palms glided along his puffy, swollen folds, catching the translucent, sticky liquid coating them, causing little lines of his own arousal to hold onto your touch. it was like his body was begging you to keep touching him.
dabi whined pitifully, his hips bucking up into your palms involuntarily. you hadn't even had the time to take off your hero costume before he was practically presenting himself to you on the bed like a cat in heat.
he couldn't help the way his breath hitched and how he let out a whimper when you just cupped his pussy with your hands and held him there. not doing anything just yet, you held him like a trophy in your grasp, squeezing lightly just so he could feel the pressure of your grip on him. "you're..." hic "so mean..."
"what?" you pouted, looking at him with those eyes that made his thighs shake with desire. he wanted that teasing tone to leave your voice. he wanted to kiss it out of your system. "i can't play with my sweet... slutty... sexy little villain?" you whispered lowly, moving up and leaning down to his face so that your lips were inches away from his.
he hated you, he really did. that was why his heart thumped like a jackrabbit in his chest at how close you, a hero, was getting to kissing him. it was simply his hatred for heroes that made his pussy clench around nothing. that's all.
"no. not when you made me wait for..." his eyes watered again thinking about how frustrated he had been earlier, "five hours..." fuck, he sounded so adorable. like he was about to cry as his glare melted away into a sad, tearful look.
"awwww, my poor baby. i'm sorry." you cooed, kissing him slow and deep between words as your hands squeezed his pussy tighter, one of them leaving to rub his thigh and hip while the other moved to be right on the centre of his entrance. the heel of your palm dug into his clit and his back arched high against you with a cry.
your middle and ring fingers circled his entrance slowly, teasing him and gathering the wet, sticky, delicious product of his own attraction to you before pushing in to his already stretched entrance. "is that better, sweet thing?" you asked, pulling back from your kiss--much to his displeasure--just to watch his mouth fall open and his eyes roll back like he was just a dumb slut. dabi whined, nodding as his arms wrapped around your neck and pulled you back down for another kiss like he needed it more than he needed to breathe.
the villain felt like he was gonna cum already, his thighs clamped around your hips as hard as they could, needing you to stay between them. if it was up to him, he'd have you retire from hero work just so you could stay with him, using his pussy however you pleased as long as it meant you wouldn't get up from the bed. he'd let you piss in him if it meant you'd fuck him again afterwards without him having to wait for your patrol to be over.
"you gotta answer my question, dabi. how else will i know you want me to keep going?" you told him with that annoying tone you used when you wanted something from him. firm and gentle like the one you used on the delinquents you caught during work, making sure they knew not to do whatever shit they were doing again. they never did when you were the one who caught them. just like how dabi couldn't resist doing whatever you asked when you used that stupid voice on him.
"it's better. it's good. keep going, please. please, please, please, keep going. i need it. i need it so bad." he blabbered, tears streaming down his face as he felt your fingers slowly moving in and out of him. a third one slid in beside the other two, giving him the fullness he had been craving for so long. even if he had taken far bigger than that before, this was enough to bring him to the edge.
you smiled, proud of the cute villain you had taken in as a little fuck toy. he had become so obedient over the past couple months since you guys started fucking. since he started realizing you wanted to make him feel good, he had started to comply to your demands, subconsciously becoming a submissive thing that lived off of the pleasure you gave him. "good boy." you whispered, pushing your fingers deeper into his spongey walls that were slippery from all the wetness and half-assed orgasms that he managed to give himself earlier.
dabi couldn't help it. he knew you were a hero, and as a villain he should hate you- which he did! he just liked the way you took care of him and didn’t mention it to anyone else. he liked how you let him stay in one of your apartments when you weren't there, how you left some of your toys--that he was too embarrassed to buy on his own--out for him, how you made him feel good, wanted, precious, and expensive. you made him feel so different from the bad, hated, cheap, piece of shit he really was. because of that, it was understandable in his eyes why his inhibitions against heroes went away just enough to let himself crawl back into your arms every couple weeks (which had become more like every couple days lately).
mentally, he made the same argument with himself in his head that this was okay. he reasoned that if none of the other villains, or heroes, or civilians knew he was getting his pussy worshipped in every way possible by one of japan's golden stars, this was okay. his pussy clenched around your hand hard, squirting a clear liquid onto your costume and coating your skin in juices.
he moaned loud, hugging his arms around your neck hard as he needed something to hold onto. his face hid in your hair as he let out a sob, this one of pleasure instead of untended arousal.
"again. please." dabi begged breathlessly, grinding his hips against your fingers that were still buried inside him, "please? one more time?" he pulled back to look at you with those watery puppy eyes and pathetic pout he knew always got him what he wanted.
you groaned against him and glanced down at the glistening wetness coating your hand all the way up to your wrist. "baby, i'm making you do that till you pass out."
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everything clicks together when dabi sinks into a cloud of your pillows and clothes. barely ten seconds pass before he realizes what's going on. he's nesting. he's in pre-heat.
it shouldn't be a surprise given the positive turn his life has taken. he's fed well, sleeping through the night instead on hair trigger vigilance, and most importantly, you. now his body's functions are catching up with him.
the fuzzy dreamlike state he was in faded away. dabi blinks a few times at the unfamiliar angle he's laying at and — god damn it, he's rearranged the entire bedroom.
he climbs out of the nest to assess the damage to the whole room. spare sheets folded over the windows to darken the den; the full size bed was now shoved into the corner where your dresser was supposed to be, the walls making a nice semi-enclosed space. he can definitely get this done before you come back from work. …right?
the thought of tearing down his nest stirs up something in his stomach. part of him knows you wouldn't mind him indulging in his secondary gender. but what if you don't? what if you don't want him?
"babe?" your voice comes from the other side of the bedroom door, followed by three gentle knocks. "you okay in there? i smelled something burning."
the omega's hands reflexively cup the sides of his neck. his scent glands are damaged from his burns. it takes a lot for him to produce a scent and it had to be the worst kind.
dabi clears his throat before answering in a steady voice. "everything's fine!"
you're quiet for a pause. "i've been sitting in the kitchen listening to you shuffle around for about fifteen minutes." they've been home that long?!
the doorknob turns.
he moves to intercept you but you're just a bit faster. the door opens and you stick your head in.
"um... where's the be— oh." you peek around dabi and the door. he wants to crawl into the nest and disappear.
you reach up and cup his face in your hands. like the lovesick fool he is, he leans into you. your lips curve into a smile. "so this is what you were doing?" you give him a gentle peck on the lips. "let's get you to the nest, yeah? you look you need it."
he nods and lets you guide him back to the nest. his body sinks into the blankets. safe, happy, good.
you slip the cardigan off your shoulders — your favorite, the one you wear all the time —and drape it over him.
"can i lay down in your nest?" you ask. his face heats up.
"it's yours too." he mumbles.
you slide in and gather his lanky body in your arms. the nest is a perfect fit for the both of you. you drag your hand through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. dabi melts with each stroke, pulling him further into sleep, saturated in the smell of dark chocolate, in the scent of alpha-mate and home.
on the precipice of sleep, he hears you whisper,
"i hope you know you're gonna get absolutely spoiled rotten." your chest moves with a soft giggle. "so be prepared, okay? you deserve it, dabi."
goth or emo!dabi x old rich!fem!reader highschool or collage au
were dabi has been simping over rich girl reader over here since the first day of class and has been trying to date out ever since, like he would try stuff like flirt with you in the hallways, puts his number on you phone (hes been stalking you🤭) gives you the most chocolate on valentines day all that stuff
and reader is aware of this and finally dates him with an extra reward~
kinks to add here : BDSM, yandere themes, dumbification, sugarmommy and sugar baby, dumbification
also old rich is an aesthetic search it on pinterest or tiktok
Yes I AM hearing you out 🤭
Dabi always trying to please the reader like buying them food when they forget to bring some to school, always running towards their last class (obviously he knows your schedule) so he could walk home with them, and weirdly knowing where their house was without the reader telling them it when he came over for the first time
He's a adorable puppy really. A stalker yes, but a puppy who could do nothing wrong
And since he stalks the reader, he knows that the reader is secretly into bdsm and rather likes being the one in control...
So the first time you two had sex, of course he immediately fell into the submissive role (as if he wasn't eventually going to anyways) and began whining, begging, and whimpering for your touch
All while you took the bait and gave him exactly what he wanted
In the end, you messed him up so much that he was covered in his own sweat, tears, and cum as red handprints covered his ass and inner thighs
✰ starring: dabi x fem!reader
✰ synopsis: in which dabi loves none but you.
✰ content warnings: sub!dabi, mommy kink, not really dom but still dom!reader, male masturbation, implied overstimulation.
✰ word count: 1039 (she a small one!)
✰ a/n: i just wanted to write this lil thing to get this out of my head. also i haven't stopped listening to a burning hill by mitski
i am a forest fire. i am the fire, and i am the forest, and i am the witness watching it.
dabi loves pain.
there’s something about that stinging feeling before pulling away, the lingering sensation of something burnt, something cut, something crying deep crimson. something that he inhales, that he craves, that he loves. something about the feeling of living, nerves singing choruses of protest as he walks into danger again and again just for the thrill of life.
a reminder, perhaps it is, that he is alive. a relief that he is real, he is sentient. there is comfort in pain. there is pain.
and then there is you.
you, who gives him the loveliest pain. you, who blooms in roses and hydrangeas and brings him to tears with every soft spoken word. you, who sees past every little scale of facade that he so hastily builds around himself. you, who takes his hands in yours and counts the wrinkles in his skin, the staples that hold him together. your skin is so soft, so much love and kindness in your delicate touches. he looks at you with red rimmed eyes and cries for you, begs for you.
“i’ve got you,” you whisper in his ear, crowding yourself against his back so your chest is pressed up against his shoulderblades, your body wrapping around his taller frame, skin and bones and illicit cries in the pillow. “such a good boy for me, hm?”
“i am,” he whimpers, hands bracing himself up. his arms are quivering from the endless sensation of your small hand on his cock, slicking up and down and up and down slowly. you’re bringing him to his knees with every soft kiss you press into his shoulder. “i’m a good boy for you, you, mommy.”
there it is. it always comes out right about now when he’s high and drooling and sobbing for you, blubbering nonsense as he tries his hardest to buck faster into your hand in search of friction. dabi is your best boy, your favourite boy in the whole world, and you tell him this as you fuck his cock in your hand towards his third orgasm.
“see how good you feel? that’s your present, baby,” you breathe against him, sensitive skin raising as your tongue darts out just the slightest to taste his flesh. “mommy just wants to see you cum.”
“i wanna cum,” he repeats your words, and you can tell from his airy tone that he’s so far gone. you smile; slowly removing your hand from his weeping cock, you hush the cries that elicit from his tongue. “i wanna cum, mommy, i-i wanna c-cum so bad,” dabi whines, turning his head back to glance at you. you recline, sitting back on your haunches, gentle hands coming to guide his hips.
you murmur, “wanted to see your face.” he blushes, deep pink settling in the apples of his cheeks, untainted by his trauma. you think he’s the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen, deep blues that seem to open the windows on your sternum, skin as delicate as it is damaged. dabi turns with your hands, letting you settle down between his pale thighs. you run a hand up from his hip to his torso, his chest, his neck, curious fingers wrapping around the delicate column of his neck and squeezing.
and the choked gasp of your boy sends your heart tearing out of your chest.
“mommy,” he whimpers, as your hands resume the pace along his cock. “f-fuck, mommy, more,” his hands are twisting into the sheets, his back arching as your play with the pretty pink tip of his cock. it’s weeping, drooling precum all over your hand, begging to be tasted. you bring a finger to your lips and lick; and he watches all the while. watches as you taste him, him in all his vulnerability, consume his fire and his attitude and his voice. watches as you hum and moan around his taste, almost tempted to let yourself divulge in it from the source itself.
he watches you love him, return his gaze with adoration tenfold.
“are you going to cum for me, baby?” you whisper, spitting into your palm to slick it up before stroking his cock again. slowly, slowly, from the base to the tip, the other hand still caressing the soft skin of his torso. “want to see your face when you cum again.”
“gonna,” he breathes, like a promise. “gonna cum for mommy, i will, i will—”
“i know you will,” you smile. “because you’re my good boy, right? because good boys love their mommies?”
the words that leave your lips are tearing through his chest, piercing through the pink muscle of his heart, ripping artery by artery, vein by vein. there is nothing left of him but skin and blood and bones and you, you loving on him, spitting your venom into his bloodstream like it’s yours. and it is. it is yours. he’s yours, falling through clouds and rings of debauchery as he thrashes the sheets, desperate for his release. he’s so close it hurts. but this is a hurt that he craves, desperate for like a high. this is a pain that you bless him with. this is a pain that he wants to feel, one where you’ve wrung him dry of every emotion, every ounce of sentience he has in his body.
“i love you,” you tell him. “i love you, dabi. you’re my good little boy forever, yeah?”
he nods, head lost in the sheets. he’s on the brink, on the precipice and you guide him slowly over, letting him spill over your hand as his mouth stretches open but no sound comes out but a breathy, strained little whisper. “i love you too,” he chants. “i love you too, i love you mommy.”
dabi is pain. dabi is a forest fire. he burns, electric blue sparking in his hands and scorching your already tattered sheets. but you let him. because you guide him and you love him, as he cries and wails and cums. because this is a pain that makes him feel alive.
i’ll love the littler things. i’ll love some littler things.
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a/n: turning anime men who are mostly written as doms into sub boys is maybe my favorite past time
“Gettin’ desperate huh, baby?,”
Dabi bites his tongue at the question, dropping his head onto your shoulder with a soft grunt. A laugh bubbles from your lips, hand carding through black locks - before tugging harsh. A gasp gets pulled from his lungs as you pull his face back to look at yours. You kiss the corner of his mouth as your fingers go taut.
“Answer my question,”
“Fuck you,”
You press your thighs together a little tighter, a commanding hand on Dabi’s hip. His throat hitches, swallowing thick as you stop his movements and set the pace. Achingly slowly, grinding against his cock with your panties on under your skit. A hand cups his jaw, running it over his bottom lip. You’re so close, so so close that Dabi can’t look anywhere but you. He tries to shut his eyes, tries to move away from his desperation but he keeps jolting into your touch.
“Bet you’d like that,” you chuckle, dipping your thumb into his lower lip with a grin. Your voice draws low.
“Look at you,” you muse. Dabi’s skin roars red in color, panting desperately. You can feel his cock twitch and catch on your swollen clit every time you open your mouth. His chest is heaving - hands gripping your hips but not moving. Not willing to risk losing out on an orgasm by misbehaving.
“Shut up,” the protest is weak at best, his teeth digging into the flesh of his cheek as his eyes flutter shut. You reach your hand down between the two of you, stroking his cock with your palm and watching him shudder.
“Just shut up? Don’t got anything else for me today, do you? Where’s that spit-fire I love so much,”
“Fucking shut up,” he shivers. The sound of your voice is always the last nail in the coffin for him - it’s been like that from the very beginning. He’s convinced you’re a witch. His cock throbs every time you speak and you always notice, grinding a little more. He can feel how wet you are, can picturing how good it’d feel to fuck you in that skirt that’s a little too high on your thighs.
It’s his fault for being so easily distracted - couldn’t hold off of you during a meeting and kept being so bratty and so handsy. Whispering a little please like you were gonna listen to him. You suspect he wanted this most than he can admit - the way he keeps squirming over it.
“Your cock is leaking cause I’m fuckin’ humiliating you and you want me to shut up, yeah?,” you cup his jaw in your hands hard, prying his jaw open with your thumb before spitting in it. The gesture makes him so hard he nearly cums right there.
“Tell me how much you like, Dabi and I’ll fuck you nice. Might even let you cum inside,” you grin, patting his cheek with your palm.
“Shit, shit,” Dabi whimpers as you push your panties aside, your warm and wet cunt feels so goddamn good. You’re soaking, catching his cock right inside as you wrap a hand around his throat and laugh. It’s tight, Dabi’s breathing erratic.
“Tell me how much you love it when I make you like this, sweets,” you hum “And look at me when you say it,”
Dabi’s lower lip trembles, cursing under his breath as he feels sweet relief and arousal coating his cock making him desperate. Needy. He groans.
“Fuck, I like it okay? I like it so give it to me already, shit,”
The tough act has disappeared, leaving Dabi messy and leaking all over your thighs and underneath that skirt that he found so distracting. Feeling merciful, you watch his expression furrow and flinch as you lift your thigh and ease him inside of you. The fit is tight, snug, and Dabi is moaning deeper and deeper until you’re all the way.
“Good boy, Dabi,” you praise, loosening your grip on his throat and kiss him sloppy - all tongue and teeth, until he’s whimpering. “Now fuck me nice, okay?”
“y-yes master!” dabi gasps, cock twitching aggressively in its lacy confines. y/n shakes her head at him in response.
“no kitten, you’ve been so, so good for me these last few months… you can call me mommy tonight,” she murmurs softly, rubbing his bared thigh softly. His eyes widen in shock and then sparkle in excitement and he really believed her, because she only let him call her mommy when he was really good, and she never called him kitten when she wanted to fuck with him. “do you want to?”
“yes mommy, i want to,” he whispers, nodding eagerly. y/n’s eyes sparkle softly and she smiles.
“when tell me what you are, lover,” she urges gently. dabi gives in and grants her the desired reaction.
“i’m a good boy, i’m your k-kitten!” He cries, chest heaving as her hand closes loosely around his cock and she begins jerking it gently, playing with her favorite toy. Her smile widens ever so slightly as she watches him come undone with a desperate cry, painting her hand in ropes of white.
“that’s right.”
- unedited excerpt out of the first 4k of ‘force me down’, soon to be available on patreon.
pairings: kai chisaki/reader, overhaul/reader, touya todoroki/reader, dabi/reader
current word count: 10.21k
current warnings: darkfic, dubious consent, hint of noncon, abduction, torture, stockholm syndrome, brainwashing, mindbreak, lowest submissive!kai chisaki, submissive!dabi, dominant!reader, mommy kink, kitten kink, panty kink, master/slave dynamic, pet names, rough sex, oral sex, face riding, begging, degradation, humiliation, punishment, reward, gentle sex, kissing, touching, nuzzling, biting (gentle), biting (hard), hair pulling, scratching, head scratches, bondage, leather belt, forced cum eating, mental regression, slapping, subservience, threats, crying, choking, clawing, driven to insanity, threesome, master/dog dynamic, remote controlled vibrators, collars, chains, shackles, leashes, pillory, drooling, pegging, spanking, anal sex (male receiving), forced orgasm, submission, domination, femdom, torture, sensory deprivation, hunger, thirst, isolation, sonic torture, silent torture, abuse, white room torture, flashback, mtba.
