#dabi<3

[lancelitttle]

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[izukus-bby]

The definition of asshole could be explained with a single four-letter word, the same word your boyfriend had been blessed with as his name: Dabi.

If someone were to take a single glance, and nothing more, at him they would make a mental note of it to steer clear of him in the future… for their own safety of course. Not only was your boyfriend tall, scary, and covered from head to toe in staples and burns, he had a terrifying quirk to back up all the shit he talks. There was not a single fuck in the world for Dabi to give, for others or himself… that is, unless it was for you.

This man has no regard for his safety, his friends safety, or the public's safety, but when it comes to you this man wouldn’t hesitate to offer himself up as a towel on the floor for you to use as a means to keep your shoes dry.

He’s done anything from a simple burglary on the sidewalk to nearly sending a random to his grave over the way he had glanced at you. No way this asshole would bow down to the same woman every night, right?

Right?

Anyone would think that, unless they were there in your bedroom on an average Friday night to witness Dabi sit on his knees, hands held behind his back while you ran your hand under his chin, and the small shaky breaths that escaped his lips each time your finger passed a staple. He looked so pretty like that… dressed in only his jeans, which had been lazily unbuttoned a few minutes prior, and a nice little black collar around his neck. A leash had been connected to a small silver loop on the front, which you’d been holding in your other free hand, pulling at it slightly when Dabi flinched away on those rare moments where you graze over a sensitive part of his skin.

“I thought we spoke about this already?” You asked the villain, your hand still stroking the underside of his chin while he stared at the floor.

“We have, and,” he answered softly, eyes still glued to the floor beneath you, “I’m sorry.”

He sounded genuine but there was really no way to tell unless he looked you in the eyes, which he had been refusing to do for a while now.

“Look at me when i’m speaking to you,” you tugged on the leash, “okay?”

“Yes ma’am,” he answered with a tone shakier than before.

“Hm? Wanna try that again?”

“Yes, mommy.”