Violet's already stripped down — and clearly to impress. Pale skin adorned with pink lace braisseire, panties to match. On their bed, on her knees, her favorite hunting knife in her hands. Right fingers grip the handle, left index traces itself up and down the blade's edge, honey eyes transfixed upon the movement as of hypnotized. The thoughts alone are enough to have her flushed, breathing every so slightly harsher than usual. "Birdie?" Sweet as sugar, as vanilla ice cream melted over apple pie. "I was wonderin'... if maybe you'd wanna try cuttin' me up a lil? Y'know... like, as a sexy thing—"
// @antlurabbit
Birdie had never shut the motel door faster-- her stomach in her throat as she fixed on the knife, a split second vision of blood. Blinked away, able to focus on the actual scene before her.
Vi looked amazing. The knife was-- Birdie was already shedding her flannel and belt. Jeans and a brown sports bra, Birdie slowly knelt on the bed.
She'd thought about knives, hadn't done much with them-- not like this. It wasn't a no, just contemplation. Wasn't much different than the tattoos she'd given Vi. A reminder: you're mine forever now.
She held out her hand for the knife, straddling Vi, enjoying the way her neck bobbed. A flash, of Alex gurgling on the floor, screaming about how this wasn't over--
"You'll stop me, right? If I go too far?" She danced the blade down Vis collarbone to the pink lace. One hand massaged Vi's breast. "Or tell me to slow down."
Saw Vis eyes flutter, the soft moan as Birdie played with her nipple. Birdie inhaled sharply, gently rocked against her.
A distant, hazy thought, barely vocalized. A shared confession between them. "We killed someone once. Stabbed him in t'neck. It's funny, the way it don't take much thought t'do it. Not much strength neither. I-- I don't wanna hurt ya. Or maybe I do. Mebbie it's scary, that I do." She danced the blade down Vis arm.
Do i help or do I kill? Wasn't that was she'd been warned all those years ago?
did u catch the moment when kaeya says "...but the master is a nice touch" abt the title klee gave him. im- the guy- hhhhh
hes so sly kskdks i want him i need him. him in the master thief outfit putting the dagger to ur neck as he has u up against a wall, and when u notice it is definitely a real blade, not a prop klee got him he just smirks and tells u he has ideas how to elevate this lil roleplay...
ohh the roleplay with a real dagger. . . I am thinking so very very hard about this, anon. the way he notices via your eyes linger on him in the outfit, as he wonders what it is about it that you like the most. the thick braid, ideal for wrapping around your hand and tugging upon when he’s knelt between your thighs? the painted nails, and how they would look glimmering wet with your slick as he pumped them in and out of you? the daggers? well. he can’t wait to find out.
HELLO ZEN
I hope you don't mind but I decided to send you my slightly unhinged work thoughts bc technically you inspired them
quin reminded me of white out anddddd idk if you've ever seen this image of marco
but uh. him as a marine. so my brain went brrr a little bc like, lets be real he'd probably be really really mean roleplaying as a marine (as would the others, I mean god, pirate scum duhhhhh)
listen. you can't tell me these pirates don't occasionally sneak into marine bases, and have the outfits on hand. imagine just rocking up to them post break in and they're still in them and being like oh and they just immediately catch on and there's some light teasing until another day when you show up and they're just all dressed up saying they wanna flip the roleplay from last time >>
and the marines are gonna get some info from their captive by any means necessary and marco gets to relive his little fantasy get on your knees moment and they're just MEANER as marines a lil more edging than pleasure and they're just saying the most degrading things and ugh
..... some light threats with knives too bc YOU PUT THAT IN MY BRAIN AND IT WONT LEAVE OK
cutting the clothes off tracing around like tell us what we wanna know or elseeeeee (some light cutting too but marco can heal it it's fine)
I had this open for a bit but i'm sending it now so I don't chicken out xD I was hoping to give you a little more but for some reason my brain/to text is not cooperating, I'm very tired but it's still buzzing around in there so maybe... there will be more... if that's ok <33
I reread some of white out when I got home and... that marco moment... zen your mind.... I mean it was ALL good obvi but MEAN MARCO makes my brain melt
Kazi, my dear Kazi, I'm so so happy you were brave enough to send me this. You are so smart and your brain is so big, I have gone a little insane thinking about this, it's SUCH a good idea so now it's gotta happen. Congrats, you single-handedly inspired a sequel for White Out. I've copy-pasted all this down into a new google doc for later.
I have seen that art btw, and I've [redacted]--I mean, saved it to my computer for research purposes :] (The blood splatters? Are you KIDDING me? It's like it's specifically been made to torment me!)
I'm thinking you walk in on them dressed up and Ace is like "look what we stole! :D Want to try one on?" But you're too dumbstruck by the sight of them in uniform, and Izou catches on first, mentioning that he thinks you must like what you see, and you start to protest "don't be silly, of course not--" but then Thatch stalks over to you and cages you to the wall with one arm, leaning over you just to see your reaction. The look on your face is a dead giveaway, all wide-eyed and flushed, breath caught in your throat.
"W-What kind of pirate would be interested in such a thing?" you try to defend yourself.
"You tell me," Thatch grins, and then grabs you and hoists you over his shoulder, carrying you back to the others. "Look what I caught, you guys~"
"Thaaatch," you wiggle and whine, but it's so close to a whimper that they know they have you. "Not in front of the crew--"
He sets you down, and Marco pulls you close to him, whispering in your ear if this is something you'd be interested in exploring further in private. He already knows your answer before you even say it. All you have to do is look at him, and your dilated pupils tell him everything he needs to know.
CW: mentions of knife play & being cut, making out (the final will have waaaaayyyy more warnings than this, im kinky im sorry)
Please feel free to let me know if I tag anything incorrectly, I’m new to this and I’m not sure how to fully tag things with content and trigger warnings
“You want me to do what to you?" Shigaraki's eyes were wide, processing your request.
You shifted your feet anxiously, "I was-" you took a deep breath in,"-wondering if you would, umm, use a knife and stuff when we do stuff later…" you realize saying it a second time what an absolutely absurd request it was. You and Shigaraki had been fooling around and sleeping together for almost two months at this point, and while you had thought at the beginning of this conversation that you were comfortable enough to ask him, you were now entirely second guessing yourself and where you stood with him in your relationship.
His scarred brow furrowed and he stood up, walking passed you and taking a seat on his bed, he patted the spot beside him, telling you to sit with him. You sit next to him and he places a hand on your thigh, keeping his middle finger a good inch above the rest. He hadn't particularly needed to hear you ask your question a second time, but hearing you clam up and watching you get fidgety was just so adorable. He knew his answer to your proposal but out of curiosity he wanted to know more.
"You're asking me what, specifically? To cut you?" His voice was soft and surprisingly comforting despite his piercing gaze. You nod, unable to meet his ruby red eyes. "Where did you get the idea?"
"Online I guess," you mumble, "I don't know…" you pause and take another breath, "I guess I kinda have wanted to try for a while and I've never really felt like I've trusted someone enough to let them hurt me like that but with you I do. I guess, I don't know." You bounce your knee, still not able to meet his gaze.
Shigaraki sighs, pulling your chin gently so you would face him. Without a word he grips you tighter and mashes his cracked lips against your own smooth ones. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, dragging the slimy muscle along yours, letting his saliva pool there before forcing himself deeper into the heat of your body. Closing your eyes and melting into him, you lace your fingers into his hair, pulling him closer and pushing your tongue into his, groaning slightly into him. You can't help but smile into him as you throw your leg over his lap, straddling him and pulling the collar of his sweatshirt trying to get him closer again. Tomura pulls away out of your reach, your eyes flick open and you whine a little. You lean closer to him, but before you can lock lips again, he takes a fistful of your hair and yanks you back.
"Aahh!" You let out a small moan and your face gets hot. Your hands leave his sweatshirt and jump to the hand in a death grip on your hair.
He lets out a low growl, his other arm wrapping around your waist and pulling your body closer to him, never letting go of the fist of hair. His rough lips collide with the soft skin of your throat, nipping and sucking down from your chin to your collar bones.
You gasp and suck in a breath, the pain still very much present in your scalp. You dig your nails into his hand and wrist and to your great surprise, he lets go, pausing his mini assault on your neck, he looks up at you, a deceptively sweet smile plays on his lips.
"I'll give it a shot, sure." His words send a warmth through your belly and chills up your spine. His smile turns wicked, "I have some… other things I want to try too."
original date this story was published on AO3 — 3/26/2019
summary — You ask to see Dabi's other side.
I. wanting you
II. for a while
III. can’t wait
18+ under the cut! cw for: consensual non-consent, knifeplay, degradation, intentional pain.
It wasn’t often that you proposed something so off-the-cuff to Dabi. In most cases, he was the one to bring up something that he wanted to try in the bedroom. In the few months after the club incident, the two of you had started dating, or whatever the equivalent of a villain and a hero genuinely caring about each other was. Still, he was dangerous. And sometimes, that danger excited you – like the way he looked in his villain get-up, usually roughed up and bloody by the time you saw him. It brought certain… ideas to your mind.
“Do you ever interrogate people?” You had posed the question innocently enough – you and Dabi were just lounging on the couch in his apartment, laying in a comfortable silence that had come with time. He laughed before responding.
“Of course. I’m not their first choice, but yeah. I have. Why?” By the lopsided grin on his face, you thought he might already know what you were hinting at. Your face flushed pink.
“I, um. I don’t know. I thought it might be…” you pause, trying to think of a word to convey how you feel. “Interesting? If you did that to me?”
Dabi sits up and props a hand under his chin, giving you a dark look. “Really now?”
You nod and fidget, averting your gaze from his. You don’t think he’ll say no – he’s up for almost anything. But what you’re asking him is a level above anything the two of you have tried before.
“Do you want the full experience, doll?” His free hand reaches to tilt your face towards his, touch stern but gentle. You nod again, and Dabi pulls you into a rough kiss, his tongue easily dominating yours. You can already feel the need for more growing inside you, a whine leaving you when Dabi pulls away with a wicked grin on his face.
“I’ll have you singing for mercy in no time.”
-
An hour later, after careful negotiations with Dabi, you found yourself kneeling on a cold floor with your wrists bound behind your back, completely naked. One request from you, much to Dabi’s surprise, was to have your encounter take place at the hideout. Dabi’s room there was almost barren and dark, which only added to the scene in your mind. Dabi had nonchalantly walked in with you and a bag, not even bothering to say hello to anyone there, while you gave a meek wave.
(The first time he had brought you to the hideout you thought you were about to see the murder of several strangers at the hands of your boyfriend. From the pale man with a hand on his face to the overenthusiastic girl with buns adorning her head, Dabi didn’t have a single good thing to say to them, roughly growling a “Back off.” when either of them got too close to you.
After calming him down, and briefly explaining yourself, Dabi disappeared with the hand man and a purple cloud dressed in a sharp suit. Five excruciating minutes later, thanks to the excitement of the other members, you were cleared to visit. For now, anyway.)
Another part of your request was that Dabi not know the safe word ahead of time – he would know when you said it, but he wouldn’t know what it was. You had told him to treat you, for lack of a better word, like shit. Like he’d treat someone during a real interrogation. Dabi’s only request was that you wore mascara.
You were starting to shiver at this point – both from the chill in the air and the anticipation blooming throughout your body. It had been at least ten minutes since Dabi had left you, and you were almost embarrassed by how wet you were.
The sudden slam of the door made you jolt from your thoughts. It roughly slammed shut, the click of a lock that followed making you feel a little more at ease. Any of the members could have walked in, though you severely doubted they’d even try with Dabi around.
The air grew warm and you heard heavy footsteps behind you, slow and methodical. Dabi had positioned you facing away from the door, the only thing in your line of sight the lone desk in his room. You whimper when the heat hits your back, just brief enough to sting.
“Aww, did that hurt?” Dabi’s voice makes you shudder. You hear another footstep before Dabi roughly grabs your hair, pulling your head backward to meet his gaze. He looks absolutely intimidating in this position – he towers over you anyway, but the way his blue eyes are shining in the dark and the leer on his face sends a pang of fear down your spine. “Are you gonna be good? Tell me what I want to know?”
You shake your head. Really, you couldn’t even speak, voice caught in somewhere in your throat.
“Bitch.” Dabi roughly shoves your face to the floor, leaning over you with his fingers still threaded through your hair. “Guess we’ll do this the hard way.”
His weight leaves your body, leaving you exposed with your dripping sex in the air.
“Shit, guess I got lucky. You like this, you slut?” Dabi chuckles before giving a rough slap to your ass. You feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes already, wincing when Dabi slaps your ass again. “I asked you a question.”
“Y-yes,” you whisper. Dabi hums in satisfaction, apparently taking it easy on you to start off with. You desperately want to look at him again, but the position you’re in lends you no help. The sound of footsteps alerts you that he’s up again, followed by the rustling of the bag he brought. You had no idea what he had packed – just that he had deemed it sufficient enough from his personal collection at home.
A moment later you feel his fingertips brush against your wet folds, and you press back against him, whining with how quickly he removes his fingers.
“So, you’re gonna talk if I touch you? You fucking whore.” Dabi’s voice is laced with malice that you haven’t heard before. He clicks his tongue and you shiver when you see his boots in front of you before you’re tugged up by your hair again. Dabi meets your eyes with a lecherous gaze. “You’re gonna regret this.”
The fact that he’s in his villain costume makes you press your thighs together, desperate for friction. He notices, same gaze still on his face. The bulge in his pants is already noticeable.
“Still not gonna talk? Don’t worry, I’ve got something else for that mouth of yours.” Dabi pulls a knife out of his coat pocket, hovering it dangerously close to your mouth. He pokes your bottom lip with the tip, raising an eyebrow. “Open up.”
You open your mouth, earning a dark chuckle from Dabi. He slides the blade in flat, the taste of bitter metal flooding your tongue. He’s looking at you expectantly, so you take a tentative suck, pulling back on the blade. It catches but doesn’t cut your tongue. You repeat the action, looking up at Dabi.
“Damn, how bad do you want my cock? Enough to suck off a knife?” He pulls the blade out and teases the tip across your lips. He pushes on your bottom lip again and you open your mouth back up, accepting the blade on your tongue. You lock eyes as you run your tongue along the blade, wincing as it leaves a small cut in your lip on the way out. Dabi hisses and discards the knife on the table before turning back to you.
“Anything to say yet, doll?”
You don’t miss the use of his nickname – he’s giving you a stopping point. For him to give an out so early must mean he has worse planned, which only makes the arousal in your stomach burn brighter. You shake your head. Dabi’s face grows dark again and you watch as he unzips himself, his cock already leaking with precum. You obediently open your mouth and press your thighs together again. Fuck, did he look good like this.
“How fucking desperate are you? Should’ve known you were a cockslut as soon as I got you in here.” Dabi took no time with shoving his cock into your mouth, pushing almost his whole length in at once. You whimpered, struggling to keep your balance. Dabi threaded his fingers through your hair and gave you a rough tug forward, tears starting to prick in your eyes again.
Dabi was ruthless as he fucked your mouth – you could barely catch your breath as he thrust his cock between your lips, his ministrations spurned on when he saw tears running down your face, stained with mascara. Your jaw was aching, and your knees were starting to ache, but you wanted to tough through this. Dabi’s pace became erratic before he gave you one last thrust, his cock buried down your throat as he came in your mouth.
He pulls out when you gag, your lips swollen, and your face stained with tears and drool. You must look like a mess.
“Shit, I should just keep you here. Use you as a personal cum slut.” Dabi’s words make you shiver – a tantalizing idea for a different day. “Still not talking, huh?”
Dabi sits on the floor in front of you and easily tugs you into his lap, your face pressed back against the ground and your ass in the air again. One of his fingers easily dips inside your slit and you writhe against him, letting out a moan.
“You’re making a mess, whore.” He pulls his finger out slowly, making you squirm. “I thought we were starting to get somewhere, but I guess not.”
You hear the familiar sound of flames licking over Dabi’s hands and shiver in anticipation. He runs a warm finger down your spine, pausing where your wrists are bound. He repeats the action again, this time with a hotter touch that makes you wince and clench your fists. Dabi lets out a hum and lifts his finger, leaving you to wonder what he’ll do next.
“Last chance to tell me what I need to know.” Dabi hisses from above, giving one of your ass cheeks a hard and hot squeeze. You stay silent, and Dabi tuts. “You stupid slut.”
A burning hot hand comes down quickly on your right cheek, ripping a scream from your throat. It’s far beyond anything Dabi has done to you before – it hurts but you can’t help but to want more, to see how far he’ll go and to see how much you can take. His hand comes down again on the opposite side, just as hot and powerful and before. Your vision blurs with tears and you choke out a sob, nails digging hard into your hand.
Dabi hesitates, and you wiggle your ass as best as you can in response. You were enjoying this – the crying was just part of it. He gets the message and you feel another slap, followed by another, the sting of the pain making you cry out every time. By the time Dabi’s finished, a merciful 10 slaps on each side, your cheeks are raw and red.
“Are you still crying? You’re such a weak little bitch.” Dabi coos, voice laced with sarcasm. One of his fingers dips inside of you again, your sex even slicker than before. You push against his finger and he laughs.
“You’re so wet, baby. You want me to touch you? Want me to make you come?”
You nod, sob breaking in your throat. You want it so bad.
“Please! Please touch me, Dabi, please!” You beg, finally breaking your silence.
“Now you’re talking, begging like the little whore you are.” Dabi sticks a second finger in, making you squeal as he languidly pushes them in and out. “You know how to get what you want.”
“I can’t,” you mumble, and Dabi immediately removes his fingers, making you ache for the pressure. Dabi pulls you off of his lap and back onto your knees, the burn of your backside and the slick between your thighs making itself apparent. Fuck, were you enjoying this. By the look on Dabi’s face, he was too. He goes to dig in the bag again, and your breath catches in your throat when you hear a familiar buzzing noise.
“Maybe this will help you talk. I want to play with that pretty pussy, but you’re making it hard on me.” Dabi kneels in front of you, gazing at your exposed chest with lust. Dabi certainly had a thing for your breasts – he could spend hours teasing them and sucking at your nipples, and it looked like he had the same idea now.
He runs the vibrator in his hand over one of your nipples and you clench your legs together at the sensation. It’s different – it almost hurts, but with how much you want to be touched, it just makes you shiver. He moves to your other nipple and grins as you squirm, the wetness between your thighs growing even more.
He leans forward and bites your collarbone, making you yelp. He works his mouth across your neck and chest, alternating between harsh kisses and bites while he works the vibrator over your nipples. Your skin is going to marked purple and red for a long time – everyone would know who you belonged to. You want more and you’re desperate to be touched.
“D-dabi,” you mumble, biting your lip. “Please, I need you.”
“You need me?” Dabi spits out, running the vibrator down your chest and stomach. It tickles, and you clench your stomach with a nervous laugh until he moves the vibrator lower. “You’re nothing to me, just a stupid slut to have fun with. I’m not doing this for you.”
You wince at his words, tears pricking in your eyes again. This session was making you glad you weren’t on Dabi’s bad side. A harsh slap against your cheek makes you jolt, heat lingering where Dabi’s fingertips landed.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you, bitch.” Dabi practically growls. You quickly look up and meet his gaze. His face tells you he’s desperate to fuck you, his cock already hard and dripping again. Dabi moves the vibrator to your clit and you moan so loud you’re sure the whole building heard you. He smirks as he holds it against you, watching you squirm and bite your lip. You’re so close and he knows it, so he pulls away with a laugh and you cry out.
“Fuck, I don’t even care anymore. I’m gonna fuck you and you’re going to take it like the slut you are. Nothing you say matters, you’re mine now.”
Dabi tugs you up from the floor and you stumble, knees sore from the position. He laughs before slamming you against the desk, wasting no time running his cock along your slick folds. Everything hurts and you’re starting to mumble and moan into the desk as Dabi ruts against you.
“N-no,” you whine, trying to pull away from him. “I can’t, I can’t, it’s too much.”
“Aww, too bad.” Dabi replies, shoving himself inside of you. Dabi grunts and you let out a loud moan, pushing back against him.
“Shit, you feel good. So tight.” Dabi grumbles, pausing to savor the feeling. A moment later he’s pounding into you, making the desk slam loudly into the wall. One of his hands snakes around your waist to press the vibrator against your clit and a moan rips from your throat, the pleasure and surprise blending together.
“Knew you’d feel good around my cock.” Dabi says as he works into you, managing to hold the vibrator in place. “Bet this is what you wanted, huh? To be used by me? To be fucked by this big cock?”
You thrashed at his words, orgasm finally ripping through you, making you babble out thank yous and moans as tears ran down your face. Dabi thrust into you faster in response but doesn’t pull the vibrator from you, making you squirm.
“Stop, stop!” You cry. It was too much – the overstimulation was sending you head spinning.
“Fuck no.” Dabi hisses, using his free hand to grab on one side of your waist. It quickly heats up and you thrash again – shit, it’s overwhelming but you’re not going to give in yet.
“I know you love it, you little whore. Maybe I’ll keep you,” Dabi’s practically rambling now, and you try to focus on his words, grasping for something to ground you. “I’ll use you every day, fuck you raw until you can’t walk. You’ll be begging for my cock like the slut you are.”
You try to stop yourself, but his words and the sensation of the vibrator on your clit send you over the edge again, the second orgasm leaving you shuddering and feeling spent and Dabi just laughs as you cry out, still holding the vibrator against you.
“Maybe I’ll let the others use you too, let them fuck all your holes. You’ll be our little cocksleeve, good for nothing but getting fucked. You won’t be able to think of anything else.”
Dabi’s thrusts become erratic and his hand moves to the other side before heating up again, clamping down harshly as he fucks you recklessly, pulling all the way out before slamming back in and finishing inside you. His cock twitches inside you when he releases himself, the warning of heat from his hand telling you to milk him until he’s done. When he finally pulls out, the feeling of his cum dripping down your thighs sends you over the edge again and it hurts as much as it feels good, the aching now caught up to all parts of your body. Dabi pauses, waiting for you to say something. Not yet, you can go just a little longer.
“Shit, I think I’ll be keeping you. You look so good with my cum dripping out of your pussy. And you’re not even done yet. You fucking nasty slut.”
Dabi takes the vibrator away for a moment to flip you over, leaving you uncomfortably laying on your bound wrists. He gives you a once over and licks his lips before plunging the vibrator into you, eliciting another scream from you. His free hand wraps around your throat, careful to press in the right places. You gasp as he works in the vibrator in you, alternating fucking you and holding it over your clit.
The hand on your throat heats up, not enough to hurt you, but enough to send your head spinning. The room feels hot and you feel like you might pass out soon, body involuntarily thrusting up when Dabi holds the vibrator over your clit. It only takes a moment before your body submits, orgasm rushing through you. Dabi releases his hand and the sensation is heightened. You can’t take it anymore and he’s still not pulling the vibrator away, so you finally scream out–
“It’s mango! MANGO!” You shout, and Dabi immediately removes the vibrator before quickly working to pull you up and untie your wrists. Dabi wraps his arms around you and holds you as you whimper, unable to hold yourself up. His hands rub your back as you catch your breath and rest your head against his shoulder.
You felt absolutely exhausted, like you hadn’t slept in a week. But you felt good, completely sated and spent.
“You doin’ okay, baby?” Dabi asks, pressing kisses to the top of your head.
“Yeah, that was… that was… I loved it.”
“Fuck, me too.”
You lift your head and you meet him for a kiss, gentle but passionate. A wave of fatigue hits you again and you lay your head back on his shoulder.
“Let me clean you up, then we’ll go home.”
You nod, and Dabi gently lays you back before going back to the bag, returning with a pair of clothes and some tissues to clean you off. It’s not long before you’re dressed again, Dabi insisting on wrapping you in his coat. It’s oversized (which you think he finds cute, but he would never say it) and drags on the ground, so he swoops you up to carry you out.
It’s a bit awkward, walking back through the bar. You’re sure your face is still stained with tears, and your hair must look awful. There are a few people present – Kurogiri, Shigaraki, Twice, and Toga. Shigaraki is giving you a look, without his hand mask for once, that makes you feel as if he’s appraising you. Twice is just mumbling something, and Toga has a signature creepy grin on her face. Kurogiri betrays no emotion, as always.
God. They definitely heard everything.
“You’re not getting an invite, freaks.” Dabi says, continuing to the exit. You feel your face flush when you meet Shigaraki’s eyes, and you quickly look away. You swore you heard him say something, but you’re back in the cool night air before you can think about it more.
-
A few minutes later and you’re back in Dabi’s apartment, resting as comfortably on the couch as you can while Dabi prepares a bath for you. He was bad at aftercare when you first started regularly seeing him, but you were able to stress how important it was. It would benefit both of you.
“Ready for the bath?” Dabi’s voice was back to normal, low and drawling. It was pleasant, you thought. You nod, and he picks you up again, cradling you like a precious object. He lowers you into the bath, slowing when he sees you wince against the water. The burns on your backside are going to hurt, but it was worth it.
You settle in, the pleasant smell of your favorite bath salts filling your nose. Dabi takes a cool washrag and presses it against your forehead, giving you a smirk.
“So, you really enjoyed it?”
“Definitely.”
"Do you want me to buy you a mango or something?"
"... Maybe."
The both of you laugh, and Dabi uses his free hand to caress the cheek he slapped earlier.
“Wanna do it again?”
“Yeah, but not so soon.”
You flick some water at him and giggle, earning a middle finger in return.
Dabi pauses for a moment before meeting your eyes. “I don’t really think you’re a slut. Or a whore.”
“I know. It’s just part of the fun.”
“But I want you to know, I do care about you, doll face. A lot.”
The pause makes you wonder if he’s going to say something else, but he just looks away.
“I trust you. Are you doing okay?”
You watch as the tension from his shoulders drops – trust is a big deal to someone like Dabi. No one had really cared like this for him before.
“Just peachy, baby.” He gives you that lopsided grin you love so much.
“I’m kinda lonely though… Join me?” You flutter your eyelashes at him. He laughs before quickly stripping and joining you, working his way behind you. You’re thankful he had a big bathtub for whatever reason.
He sighs when you lean your head back against him and relax against his chest.
“Let’s make it even rougher next time.”
Dabi kisses the crown of your head. “Anything for you.”
