“𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞, 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐦𝐞…”
Part 4 | Dabi x fem!Reader
SYNOPSIS: you are finally saved from the hands of your captor, who was now locked up, far away from you. But to this day, the memory of him still haunts you in your dreams, still so present in your life, still reminding you that you are his girl.
Warnings for this chapter: strictly MDNI , mentions of graphic content/amputation, mentions of noncon, ptsd, psychological abuse, victim blaming, basically dark yandere content PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK YOUVE BEEN WARNED⚠️
A/N: After a whole year this fic is back with an update!!! I had to continue this because seeing so many people still reading and wishing for another chapter.. well how couldn’t I? 🥹 it means so much to me
Part 3 | REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED | Part 5 coming soon
You shouldn’t have visited him.
You spend the rest of your weekend locked in your apartment, isolated, a wave of depression that had washed over you.
You didn’t feel like doing anything, you were tired. So damn tired.
A single tear rolls down your face, as you stare at nothingness.
You felt so empty, the visit at the prison seemed to have made your condition worse.
Not sure what it was that bothered you, was it fear? Shame? Disappointment in yourself? Maybe all of them.
Your body shivers as you remember his glare, sharp azure eyes staring right through you, piercing through the glass that separated you both. Those eyes haunted your mind each day, his voice ringing in your ears. Dabi was close to you, so close, after a year of not seeing him.
You hated him. And you hated that he was right.
Somehow, in some fucked up way, he had made it possible that you’ll miss him. You do miss him. And yet you want him as far away as possible from you. How does that make sense?
It doesn’t, your mind is just fucked up, that’s all. You can’t love someone like Dabi.
But why am I crying for him?
“I’d burn the world down for you, y’know that right?” he said one day, as he put a blue diamond necklace around your neck, a gift he got for your birthday.
“I’d turn every single fucker out there to ashes, if they dare touch a hair on your pretty head.”
You swallowed, looking at yourself in the mirror. That necklace was so beautiful.
“Looks so pretty on you~” he kissed your shoulder. “My beautiful girl..”
You remember how you blushed, you remember the warm feeling in your stomach as he treated you like a princess, so gently, as if you’d break. It was quite the contrast on how he treated you when you misbehaved. You remember thinking to yourself, that maybe Dabi was indeed the one. If you behaved, this relationship would be good, you’d be happy.
Ironically enough you still thought that. Your logic fights and keeps telling you that it would never be in fact a healthy relationship. Dabi was abusive, a psychotic murderer, nothing would come out of that relationship other than burns and pain.
But you feel otherwise.
You really, really need therapy.
You had been denying help after being saved from the heroes, the pain and all overwhelming feelings making it impossible for you to open up. Afraid of facing them. Because what were you now without Dabi?
Healing was hard. Moving on was scary.
But now after a year, maybe you should finally sign up for these therapy sessions. Especially after last day’s events.
Your phone buzzed, a message from your friend popping up. You and her used to work at the same place, before Dabi got his hands on you.
[Hey girl- wanna hang out later tonight?]
[You’ve been all locked up in there, it’s not good. Let’s get you distracted and do something fun?]
You sighed, partially grateful that you still had people that cared about you, despite you being at your lowest point. Sometimes you hated how others treated you, like a doll that would break. You didn’t want your trauma to define you, those events to define you, or Dabi.
[Sounds good. Anything in mind?]
You replied.
[We can go to this karaoke bar downtown, drink something. It’ll be fun!]
Karaoke didn’t seem bad. Maybe you can put a sad song on blast and sing all your pain and sorrow away while being drunk as shit. Yep, sounds like a plan.
Enough sulking and being haunted by the demons of the past for today. Enough thinking of him.
You spent the rest of the afternoon figuring out what to wear, and finally came up with a pretty dress, that hugged your body just nicely. As you looked at yourself in the mirror the realisation hit.
The color of the dress. Blue.
He loved blue on you.
You could feel nausea building up as another wave of memories hit you like a truck. Him, spoiling you with clothes, and most of them being blue, matching both his eyes and flames.
Blue, such a beautiful color that symbolises freedom, peace, tranquility. Now, it just reminded you of the man who took all of it away. Reminded you of scorching hellish flames that took the lives of many and left marks all over your body.
You decided to not change it, embracing it and deciding to create new memories with it.
Fuck him.
You headed out, reaching the meeting spot with your friend. A girls night out for once, to just enjoy the moment and forget about everything.
The bar was packed, but you didn’t mind. You wanted to be surrounded by as many people as possible. You looked at other people’s performances, singing with them while sipping your drink. Then your turn came, so you sang your heart out with your friend, not caring even if you sounded bad.
It felt so good to let it all out through music. You made mental notes to do this more often.
“That was amazing! You really outdid yourself there” your friend said, getting another drink. She was already getting tipsy, so you made sure to keep an eye on her.
“Oh please that wasn’t anything impressive” you laughed. “Just a miserable girl singing out her wounded soul”
Being always wary of your surroundings, you noticed right in the corner of your eye a familiar figure. You squinted your eyes through the lights, and you saw him. The same man who approached you that day, sent by noone other than Dabi. He was looking at you for a brief moment, then averted his gaze elsewhere.
Is he following me now?!
You frowned, placing your drink on the table and sprinting towards the man, irritation in your face.
“What the fuck are you doing here? Are you following me?!”
The man dressed in a leather jacket and overall black, simply chilling against the counter, put the drink aside and turned at you.
“I simply follow my lieutenant’s orders. He’s told me to keep an eye on you, for your safety.”
“For my safety?!” you scoffed. “The only thing I’m unsafe from is him. Tell your lieutenant to go fuck himself. And stop following me or I’ll call the police!”
The man clicked his tongue, now his face expression getting more serious.
“You can go ahead. I’m not doing anything to you, and I doubt they will believe you. They’re already familiar with your case. They’ll most likely believe that you’re paranoid and you’re still affected by your past events. In the meantime I’m just a regular client enjoying the evening by myself..”
Your eye twitched in anger. The audacity of this man.
“That so?” you smiled, but your eyes were flaring with rage. “Well, you do your job. Make sure to keep your eyes on me all night, and inform your lieutenant accordingly, kay? Give him every single detail”
The man looked at you in confusion as you left, heading to the dancing zone of the bar. A few people were enjoying music and moving to the rhythm, so why not do the same?
As you danced by yourself, eventually you were approached by a guy, who invited you to a dance. You didn’t really care whether you liked the guy appearance wise, all you wanted is to be watched. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you both danced to some sensual music, moving your hips against his, your bodies getting closer.
It was weird, you are not one to do such stuff with strangers, but your rage was higher. You wanted him to know that you can have fun on your own, and all he can do is send you his dogs to keep watch on you as he rots in jail.
“Holy shiiit!!” your friend joined, cheering on both of you as you lost yourself to the rhythm. As you eyed the guy now, he wasn’t actually bad looking. Your friend grabbed a drink and poured it on your semi- exposed chest.
You gasped.
“What are you-”
“Let him drink it off of you!” she yelled, already drunk, and you blushed at the suggestion. Looking at the guy, you grinned and gave him the access, feeling a bit tipsy yourself now. He licked a long stripe from your chest, up to your neck, and you title your head to the side, eyes focusing on the man in the counter. His gaze was on you, and he shook his head slightly, as if he was disappointed. A sign that mostly meant ‘you’ll be in deep shit’.
* * *
The footsteps echoed in the empty corridors of Tartarus, as the guard on duty walked towards a certain prison cell. He nodded to the other guards as a form of greeting, while approaching the small window in the door.
“Let’s go” the guard ordered, making sure the man inside heard.
As he gets out, they both go to an empty room. The guard sits beside the table, while the man in heavy handcuffs sits on the other side of it.
“Hope you’re doing well, sir” the guard says.
“Cut it short” Dabi grunts, leaning against his chair and making himself comfortable, manspreading as he lets out a sigh. “Tell me what ya’ got”
The guard hesitates at first, before speaking.
“We got in contact with the guy you have put in charge of following the girl. He went after her tonight, she decided to go out”
Dabi raises an eyebrow, his interest already piqued.
“And..?”
The guard continues. “She went out with another girl, probably a friend, to the [___] karaoke bar in downtown Tokyo. They did their normal activities, singing and drinking..”
Dabi clicks his tongue, remembering how he had forbidden you from drinking. You are already misbehaving, huh?
The scarred villain looks at the guard, a hint of doubt in his eyes.
“Something else happened, yeah? What aren’t ya tellin’ me?” Dabi speaks lowly.
The guard swallows. “Well.. seems like afterwards, the girl engaged in some..questionable activities. Questionable I say because it’s not something she usually does”
“Go on..”
“…She was dancing with another person. A guy. We suspect it was a stranger, not someone in her friend circle”
Dabi’s gaze darkens, and his eyes filled with burning rage, and the intent to kill. He wanted to kill, to destroy everything in sight, as anger bubbled up in his chest, just at the thought of another guy touching you, enjoying you, and you allowing it all.
“Tell me exactly what they did.”
The guard feels unsettled. “Sir, I don’t think it’s wise to go into detai—”
“Fucking tell me or I swear you’ll be the first motherfucker I kill once I burn this place to the ground!” he shouts, his foot slamming against the table as he uses his full force to push it hard, to the point the guard almost falls down. “Go on, tell me what the fuck did she do with that son of a bitch.”
“Sir, I-I’ll tell you, but please calm down or someone will hear!” the guard warns, sweat already rolling down his forehead.
“According to the spy, they’d gotten pretty wasted. At some point her friend poured alcohol on her chest, not sure if that was planned or not. And they dared the guy to lick it off of her.. so he-”
“Enough.” Dabi ordered, and the guard zipped his mouth. He’d heard enough. “Jus’ tell me one thing… when this bullshit ended, did they go home together?”
“No sir, they all parted ways in the end and she was alone in her apartment. Nothing further happened” the guard answered honestly.
Dabi hums.
“Get out”
The guard obeys, assuming that he totally needed some space after hearing all.. this.
“I’ll be outside the door..” he says and gets out.
Dabi sits in silence, any other sound muffled in his ears as he is lost in thoughts. His mind pictures disgusting sights, of that other guy putting his disgusting tongue on you, when your body belonged to nobody else but Dabi. He had a feeling that you did this on purpose, you were a nasty brat like that. A brat that he thought he had tamed, but apparently not.
Has he been too gentle with you then? he thinks to himself. Probably he has, seeing how you behaved, as if you didn’t already have a man whom you belonged to.
He sighs loudly, his head falling back.
“Is this how it is, princess..” he whispers, almost wishing his voice reached to you. “..seems like you really miss my flames..”
* * *
After some days, you received a letter in the mailbox. From Tartarus. You sat there motionless, staring at the envelope, terrified to open it. You knew what you were doing that night, did you maybe get too drunk to not even think about the consequences? Angering him on purpose.
You regretted the moment of rebellion, despite your friends telling you that it was the right thing to do. Because it’s your life and you can do whatever you want, you don’t belong to anyone.
Why can’t these words bring you any comfort right now as you look at the envelope sitting there on the table, waiting for you to open? Daring you to.
So you decide to do so, knowing you’d never shake the uneasy feeling if you never opened it.
Y/N,
These days I’ve been wondering.. jus’ thinkin to myself really, about the mistakes I’ve made during our whole relationship. Moments where I’ve been slipping, doing things I shouldn’t be doing.
And I realised, you don’t fear me. Not as much as you used to in the beginning. Me being soft to you, spoiling you, making you feel good, making you feel mine… it’s the whole reason why you don’t fear me anymore.
It’s the reason you’ve become a spoiled, bratty little slut, starting to disobey me, forgetting your rules, forgetting who you belong to.
I will get out of here baby, mark my words. And once I do, I promise you’ll be begging to get back whatever we had in the past. But I won’t do that, oh no. Dirty sluts like you don’t deserve nice things.
What did you think, whoring yourself out in the club, with some fucking strangers? Did that make you feel powerful? Did that make you feel independent? Letting some motherfucker just touch you and put his dirty tongue all over you. Did that make you feel better about your miserable fuckin life?
You’re pathetic, really. A pathetic, brainless bitch that needs to be taught a lesson. See? You need me. Cause once I’m out of your life you start getting involved in stupid shit.
What next, will you go shake your ass at random guys and start crying when they rape you after? You are asking for it, y’know? I’m not there to protect you anymore.
You worry me, and at the same time you make me wish I can kill you right now. Burn you to death, along with all the fuckers you’ve been hanging out with. But I know I couldn’t. You’re lucky I still love you, despite the shit you be doing. That doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you once I get out of here.
I’ll burn that fucker’s corpse to death and make you chew on his tongue after. Yeah? You’d like that? Or would you prefer me cutting his tongue right in front of you first? Since you liked his tongue so much and all~
Or I might cut him off limb to limb, and then have him watch you suck my dick as he dies from blood loss.
So many ideas, I still got to pick one~ make sure to tell me which one is your favorite~
And then, I’ll fuck you. Hard. For hours on end, every single day, fuck your brains out until you realise who you belong to. I won’t stop even if you fucking pass out. Do you get me? There won’t be a single inch of your body unmarked, you better take a good look in the mirror right now, because it will be the last time you see your body clean. I’ll burn you from the inside out, burn my initial in your fucking cervix. I’ll lock you somewhere where the sun doesn’t shine, chain you up, and use you all I want. You wanna whore yourself out? Then so be it. I’ll treat you as such.
You better pray to whoever the fuck is up there, that I don’t find you once I get out of here. Better pray hard. Not that I believe in any of that bullshit, cause I’ll find you anyway. Still, make sure to hide. I love a good game of hide n’ seek, princess~
See ya soon,
Dabi.
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