⇢ plot: Yandere Dabi accuses you of wrongdoing and applies harsh punishment. When he finds out that you are indeed innocent, he makes it up to you.
⇢ warnings: 18+, force, blood, mean!Dabi turns into soft!Dabi, kissing, fingering, vaginal sex, orgasm, cream pie, cum
⇢ NO MINORS ALLOWED!!!
personal note: second fic for my 400 Follower Event poll winner.
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They had been out trying to get some new recruits for the League. I had been hired as the new healer a couple of weeks ago and had been left with Kurogiri at the bar. I was anxiously awaiting their return, wondering if we would soon meet much-needed new members.
Kurogiri's phone went off and as he picked up, I could hear frantic shouting from the other side, even sitting several feet away. My eyes opened wide, suddenly alarmed as Kurogiri immediately opened several warp holes and the crew came stumbling through them.
The smell of burnt skin wafted through the bar accompanied by my quirk kicking in as I sensed blood. Spinner held his arm, blood dripping down, Dabi was still smoldering, several cracks on his skin bleeding. I could awe that he was pissed.
Toga and Twice were unharmed, but Shigaraki was nowhere to be seen.
"What happened?" I ran towards Spinner, instinctively placing my hand on his arm to stop the bleeding, starting to pant with exhaustion in the process, sweat forming on my forehead.
"They expected us, someone told them we were coming," Dabi growled, shooting me a harsh glare, "Hardly made it back–" He kept staring at me, while I finished attending to Spinner's wounds and then turned towards him, my hand reaching out.
“I sure as shit don't need help from you,” he swapped my hand away, turquoise eyes flashing dangerously with a coldness that made me shrink back. "You're the new one among us. What did ya get for telling us off, huh?"
The temperature in the room seemed to drop as everyone froze realizing the implication of his accusation.
I swayed to the bar to rest on a stool, “Shut up, I'd never do such a thing.“
Dabi stalked over, his menacing aura almost tangible around him, and placed his hands to each side of me on the counter, cornering me against it.
“So tell us, how did ya do it,” he seethed, turquoise eyes burning with anger.
"I- I didn't do a- anything!" My voice just a whimper, a frightened expression on my face.
"You're lying-" he spat at me, the sinister look on its face so foreign to me.
Suddenly he lifted his arm, muscles flexing as he reached out and slapped me hard across the face. It caused me to almost topple off my stool, my cheek burning from the force. I bit down on my lower lip to suppress a cry, and the taste of copper flooded my mouth as I punctured it. Holding my hand to my cheek, I felt the searing pain spread across my face, and tears started to sting the corners of my eyes.
"I'm asking you one more time,” Dabi growled ferociously, taunting a dark expression on his stapled face, "How did ya do it!"
The room had gone quiet as all eyes were on us, watching the scene unravel in front of them.
He leaned in close, I could feel his breath fan my skin, his scent sharp, burning. I turned my head, my lips trembling as he growled into my ear "You're not welcome here anymore," he paused, leaning back, saying out loud for everyone to hear, "You don't belong to us, to the League.”
He looked right at me, gaze cold and his face broke into a cruel smile when he saw the stunned expression on my face. “Aww, what’s the matter doll, ya gonna cry,” he asked mockingly.
I dove underneath his arm and started running towards the door, tears blurring my vision and I stumbled against a chair, almost falling to the floor. I heard cruel laughter behind me as I caught myself, sobbing and when I ripped open the door I could hear him yell after me, "You're pathetic.”
I darted down the hallway to my room, threw the door shut behind me, flopped down on my bed, and started crying. I couldn't stop the tears from falling and my whole body shook with violent sobs. After a while, they subsided and fell asleep from exhaustion, my eyes red, puffy, and swollen. It was a dreamless sleep and I kept tossing and turning, always being haunted by Dabi's sinister laugh.
A knock on the door ripped me out of my dark slumber, and I propped myself up on my elbows. I rubbed my swollen red eyes and heard the knock again.
"Uhm, it's open,'' I called to whoever was standing outside. The door flung open and Dabi stood there, leaning against the frame, arms crossed.
I moaned and threw myself on the bed, pulling the sheets over me "Go away!” I sobbed as tears began to wetten my pillow.
I heard a low sigh and then he rasped "Shigaraki returned. He found the real traitor."
My body tensed under the sheets.
"It was Hawks–" Dabi kicked off the frame and sauntered in, closing the door behind him.
I dug my head deeper into the pillow as I felt the mattress move under his weight when he sat down beside me. There was a rustle as he leaned over and I felt a warm hand on my back.
"Listen-" he started, "I’m not good at this so- uhm-" he paused, exhaling, “I'm sorry," The last words being just a whisper.
My eyes shot open and I sat up, the sheets falling off my shoulders. I turned towards him and my gaze went up to meet his cerulean eyes, serious in their intensity. I let out a breathy gasp. “What did you just say!?”
“For fucks sake–" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his brow in irritation, "Don't make me repeat it."
The look on his face was soft as he took me in, cheek red from where he hit me, eyes teary and swollen from all the crying.
"Oh, c'mere doll," he reached out and pulled me into his embrace. His hand found the back of my head, the other running soothing circles in the low of my back.
"You're such an asshole–“ I mumbled under my breath, sniffing back new tears.
“I know I am,“ half-lidded eyes lingered on me, hands stroking my hair. I rested my head against his chest, inhaling his warm, musky scent, feeling his chest rise and fall against me.
“Got carried away with emotions,'' he muttered, planting a gentle kiss on my head, "I was just furious."
His hand slid under my chin and raised it to meet his gaze, offering an apologetic look. I was sucked into his heavy-lidded ocean blue eyes as he leaned in. I could feel his warm breath on my wet lips.
"Can you forgive me, doll?" His voice was low, the pleading tone in it had me melting. His hand gently stroked my wet cheek, wiping my tears away, his thumb gently brushing over my skin.
“Maybe," I muttered, being captivated by his agonizingly irresistible blue eyes as he subtly shifted forward, swallowing up the space between us.
“Let me make it up to you,” he whispered, just a breath against my lips.
He subtly tilted his head and my breath hitched, I could feel the heat radiating off of him on my lips. I closed my eyes and his mouth met mine with surprising gentleness.
Jolts of electricity zipped through my body, making me sigh into the kiss. His hand wound around my back, pulling me closer, pressing me against his body. His pierced tongue grazed mine, twirling around, exploring the insides of my mouth. The kiss became rougher and he suddenly bit my bottom lip teasingly.
I squealed and he chuckled lowly. I wrapped my arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth. Feverishly, he kept prodding my mouth and the sexual tension in the room was growing to intoxicating levels.
We parted, our breaths hot on each other's wet lips. I felt like floating, hot tingles shooting throughout my body. A faint smile crept across his face, his cerulean eyes, half-lidded, pupils blown, locked with mine, simmering with unrestrained desire and longing.
He dived in for another kiss, this time even more passionate, open-mouthed, teeth clacking against mine. I moaned desperately against him while he helped me pull my shirt off, sliding his hand behind my back, trailing up to unhook my bra with a skillful snip of his fingers. He pulled it off, throwing it carelessly off to the side of me, revealing my naked breasts. He hummed satisfied and pushed me back onto the mattress, slowly pulling my pants and underwear down in one go.
Hooking his fingers under the hem of his shirt he pulled it off, revealing his lean, muscular torso, the white hair trailing down his abs making me hunger for more. Slipping off his pants he came to hover over me, just dressed in his boxers and I willingly spread my legs for him to kneel between my legs, resting on his heels.
He gave my breasts a little squeeze, before rolling my buds lightly between two fingers until they were erect and stiffened. I couldn't help but whine below him as he latched his warm mouth onto one of them, tracing little circles with his tongue around it, while he kept caressing the other. Jolts of pleasure ran through my body and I arched my back, moaning as he started sucking on it.
I felt a heat growing between my thighs and I wrapped my legs around his waist while he rubbed his hard, clothed erection into me. The feeling had goosebumps erupt all over my body, my wetness staining his boxers.
He came up to kiss me again and I raked my hands through his hair pulling him closer, panting into his mouth. He eagerly sucked up each one of my sweet sounds, tilting our heads to deepen the kiss. His hand softly eased its way down my stomach, starting to rub my clit with little circles, eliciting more sweet moans and whimpers from me.
He let go of my clit and slid two fingers into me. My eyes rolled back in pleasure as he kept twirling his fingers to stretch me, then adding a third one. His head slid down to take one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting on it, sending shivers all over my body.
His fingers kept pounding into me, causing the coil inside me to tightened rapidly. I opened my eyes and met his azure gaze, still panting as he continued pushing his finger in and out of me rhythmically, starting to circle my clit again with his thumb.
"Fuck, m'close," I managed to get out, feeling an ecstasy building up inside me. He pulled out immediately, leaving me with a feeling of emptiness as he moved to take his boxers off. I gasped at the sight of his cock– beautiful, girthy, and slightly curved, pearls of pre on its pierced tip.
"S'too big" I winced, my eyes wide with fearful anticipation.
“Shhhhh–" he hushed, slowly stroking my thighs, and I relaxed under his welcoming gentle touch. He bent down towards me, pressing his lips on mine, the tip of his cock prodding my wet entrance before pushing inside. I whimpered and felt my gummy walls being stretched around his girth, as he groaned into my mouth with pleasure. With a bit more pressure and a few gentle ruts, he was fully inserted, his pierced tip kissing my cervix. I gasped, feeling so full I could hardly breathe. Dabi rested his forehead against mine, panting heavily, trying to catch his own breath as his cock twitched violently inside of me.
He slowly started moving and my eyes rolled back in my head immediately. With each of his slow grinds, his piercing rubbed along my special spot, sending sparks flying into my core.
Still resting our foreheads against each other, each groan and sigh were like little puffs of breath against each other's lips. I opened my eyes and was met with his tantalizing blue eyes.
Not averting our gazes he started increasing the pace and a tingling sensation started to flood my core.
Suddenly, his hands grabbed my legs and placed them on his shoulder, positioning himself just the right way to start hitting that sweet spot of mine with more pressure. His hips started thrusting into me and I keened, overwhelmed by the sensation. Tears of pleasure formed in my eyes as my walls started to tighten around him. My whole body felt like it was on the verge of exploding when I panted, breathless, "Cum with me–"
He moaned into my ear “Fuck yeah, doll."
Just these words alone pushed me over the edge and I came undone around him, my body shaking violently as I moaned out his name over and over again. I clawed at his shoulder, his low groans joining the wet sounds of our hips clashing together. He came right after me, filling me with his cum as he grunted into my neck, holding up that fast pace.
Riding our highs out together, he finally slowed down and collapsed on top of me. We were both panting, our sweaty bodies clinging to each other. I weaved my fingers into his unruly raven hair, savoring his scent combined with the smell of sex and sweat covering our bodies, still filled up so nicely with his softening cock. I wrapped my legs around his hips, not wanting him to pull out. He nuzzled his head into my neck, wrapping his arms around me. We stayed like this for a long time, not moving, just melting into each other.
Finally, I let my legs fall to the side and he rolled over with me, still buried deep inside of me. As I nestled onto his scarred chest, his dick slowly slid out and our combined juices dripped down from us, wettening the sheets below. I started stroking his ragged skin, tracing his many scars and staples and his glowing blue eyes roamed my body, seemingly enjoying my tender touches.
He nudged his hand under my chin and pulled it up and our eyes met. "So, you forgive me now?"
"Hm," I nuzzled into his neck, peppering little kisses all over it. "Don't know, might have a bit more repenting to do, Dabi."
He chuckled lowly as he stroked my cheek, pulling me towards him for a tender kiss, "Yeah, think so too.“
Summary: Shigaraki didn’t have much time as of lately to take care of his precious baby, which he felt horrible for. But when he comes home to you sobbing, his instincts take full effect.
Shigaraki never had much time for you, and he felt horrible about it. He had only a few hours out of the week as of lately to spend time and take care of you. You understood, of course, but you still missed your daddy. You hadn’t regressed in a while for this reason, and that caused you to become rather emotional.
“I know, baby, I know you’re upset, but I promise Dabi wasn’t mad at you, he’s just like that, you know this.”
“I-I-I- I know b-but he raised his voice at meee!” You choked through hiccups. Shigaraki swore next time he spoke to Dabi he would leave with a few new scars. But more importantly, his baby was crying, and he needed to do something about it.
“Honey, look at me.” You look him in the eyes and he nearly breaks down with you. It breaks his heart to see his precious baby upset. “Deep breath with me, okay?” He slowly inhaled and you tried copying him, breath getting caught in your throat as you let out another weep. “Come here baby, it’s okay.” Shigaraki shushes you and pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your shaking figure. “I’m here to take care of you, you’re gunna be alright, sweetheart, promise.” He mumbles into your ear, rocking you back and forth while you calm down.
It takes a while, but your crying has subsided to occasional frowns and sighs. Shigaraki put on your favorite cartoon a while ago, which is helping to distract you from why you were crying. Shigaraki is still cuddling you as you entertain yourself with the media, occasionally looking over to him for a kiss, which he always provides.
“Let me go get you some water, okay angel?” He patted your head, but you grabbed his sleeve, tugging it to your chest.
“No, I don’t want you to leave..” You mumble. He chuckles, flashing you a tender smile.
“Well my baby needs water, so up you go then!” He says before swooping you up and swinging you on his back. You giggle, latching onto him as he starts heading out into the main area to grab you a drink. When he opens the door, the first thing your eyes scan to is Dabi sitting on the couch. Your eyes fill up with tears as you hide your face in Shigaraki’s neck. He notices why you’re doing so, and mouths to Dabi, ‘apologize.’ Dabi scoffs at him, rolling his eyes as he looks to you on his boss’s back. He can faintly see how puffy and red your eyes are from crying, and he can’t lie when he says he feels a little bad, but Dabi still thought you were being overdramatic.
With a deep sigh, Dabi announces, “Sorry for makin’ you cry, brat.” You tense up at the name, turning your head to look at him. Shigaraki lets you off his back as he goes behind the bar to look for water. You fidget with the hem of your dress, eyes fixated on the ground. You try your best not to cry again, not wanting to upset either of them, but fresh tears prick your eyes.
“Come here.” Dabi commands. You flinch, looking over to your daddy for approval. He cocks his in Dabi’s direction, giving you a gentle nod. You trot your way over and Dabi pats the couch beside him. Hesitantly, you sit down and look at him.
“I never meant to make you cry, kid. How ‘bout next time I go out I bring back some candy for ya?” He touches your shoulder, shaking you a bit to get an answer out.
“Mm kay..” You whisper, shy around him since he’s never really seen you regressed.
Dabi pulls you toward him and wraps his arms around you for a hug, something you didn’t know he was capable of giving. He was warm, a lot warmer than your daddy, almost too warm, but the heat soothed your hurting heart by his previous words.
“You feel better, baby?” Shigaraki says from behind with a bottle of water in hand.
“Yeah,” you mumble out from underneath Dabi’s big arm, wrestling him to try and free yourself. Shigaraki smiles down at you despite you not being able to see, but then looks at Dabi and his gaze is worse than anything he’d ever seen his boss do. Dabi swallows and puts on an unreadable face, but he knew he fucked up. Dabi lets you go and you jump up, thanking your daddy for the water before running back to your shared room.
“Make her cry like that again, and you won’t be alive to apologize to her.” Shigaraki warns with a hand on Dabi’s arm, pinky scarily close to coming down.
“Sure thing, boss,” he replies, “What kinda candy does she like?”
⇢ plot: it wasn't such a good idea to take on one of the most notorious villains all by yourself.
⚠️ heavy non-con ahead!⚠️
⇢ warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, this is a dark fic, dark mean!Dabi, noncon, violence against reader, use of force, blood, fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, cum
personal note: answering an earlier ask about yandere Dabi:
Turned out to be more of an asshole-Dabi-story. Guess I vented all my pent up anger with this one 😂
You winced. The hot radiating sting of his calloused hand coming down against your skin made your head spin and your vision blur. It felt like a sharp knife, covered in salt, slicing through your face. The taste of copper was heavy in your mouth as the pain hammered through your cheek, the salty tears running down your cheeks burning in the open gash on your cheekbone.
“Awh… don't cry over me, doll,“ he cooed, a false sweetness in his voice, turquoise eyes flashing emotionless at you.
He leaned over, roughly pulled you up by your hair and you screamed out in pain. He shoved you against the brick wall and dug his fingers into your hair, yanking it back to make you look at him.
His arctic eyes glowed with distaste. "Did ya really think you could take me on just by yourself?“
Your face was stained with tears and blood, your limbs shaking with fear, scared of the utter brutality that he showed towards you.
Yanking your hair back even further, he bent your neck back impossibly, gurgling whimpers falling from your mouth. Bringing his lips to your ear, he whispered, turquoise eyes flashing dangerously "Open up."
You tried shaking your head, pressing your lips together as tears pooled in your eyes. He seethed "I said to open up!" and jerked his knee up between your thighs. Your mouth fell open as the pain tore through your core like a lightning strike, a gargled wail escaping your throat. Without a warning, he pursed his lips and spit into your open mouth.
The disgusting feel of his warm saliva running down your tongue, the taste of whiskey and cigarettes spreading with it had your stomach churning as he hissed "Now swallow."
You tried pushing the spit up with your tongue but he tutted and shoved his fingers down your throat, strong on your tongue, “I said to fucking swallow, slut!"
It was nauseating, you tried coughing it up, your head in a lock, eyes wide with horror. You quivered as his digits pressed down even further and you couldn't help but swallow, gagging as a sour bitterness rose up from your stomach.
"Good girl," he cooed and pulled his fingers out, wiping them on your
cheek, smearing the spit everywhere. He released you and your head fell forward to your chest. Choking desperately, a disgusting mix of spit and gastric acid dripped from your tongue.
"Now, what should I do about you, doll?" he ran a calloused hand along your cheek, viciously smirking at you.
"P- Please let me go," you sputtered out, drool running down your chin, lips shaking.
"Can't do that now, can I?" He cocked his head, voice all sugary as his lips curled up into a smirk, "Thought you wanted to take me on?“
He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear, a harrowing feeling spreading through you as I heard his next words "How 'bout taking me all the way in?"
Unable to scream, he roughly yanked you around and pinned you against the wall, twisting your arm behind your back.
"If you move, I'll break your arm, got that?" he growled into your ear. You whimpered in agony as he pressed it up even further, joints almost popping.
"Yes- yes!" you wailed out, tears running freely down your face.
"Good doll," he cooed, pressing a kiss to your wet cheek, decreasing the pressure a bit.
With his free hand, he started pushing the skirt of your hero suit up and hooked his fingers under your leggings.
"Why do you heroes always wear such fucking skimpy outfits. Guess you're just asking to be fucked." That said, he ripped down your pants, exposing your bare bottom to him.
You started sobbing and he pressed you harder against the wall, the coarse texture leaving more bloody marks on your skin.
"N- No, please no. Please Dabi," you hiccuped under tears.
"Shut the fuck up," he hissed and trailed his free hand down your soft ass cheeks, groping them, scraping his fingernails over your soft squishy flesh.
They moved between your thighs, spreading your slick folds, feeling your wetness and he let out a devilish chuckle, "Getting off on being treated rough, huh?"
He plunged two fingers in, having you instantly wail out in pain. A bit surprised, he pulled back, staring at the slick with traces of blood in it. His lips curled up into a wide, vicious grin.
"Oh doll, you're a virgin!" He couldn't hide his growing excitement, "M' getting hard just thinking about popping your cherry. "
Panic set in, the sound of blood rushing through your ears blending everything out and you thrashed in his grip despite the pain ripping through your arm, screaming at him to let you go.
He jerked up your arm and with a snapping sound a white-hot pain tore through your spine, blew up in your head with a terrifying blankness and you felt your mind slipping. You moaned, sagging against the wall as he hissed "Told ya not to move."
Too dazed to notice him letting go, your arm fell limp down your side, all fight drained from you. He nonchalantly unbuckled his belt, zipped his pants down and pulled his throbbing cock out.
The pain still numbed everything when he grabbed your hips, aligned himself and with one strong thrust buried himself deep in your cunt.
You let out a faint whimper as he stretched you painfully wide, at the hot stinging pain of him splitting you open, the feeling of being impaled on him.
"Not so full of yourself anymore, are ya?" He huffed out between clenched teeth.
No one saw the small trickle of blood running down your thigh as he pulled out slowly just to push back in, starting to fuck into you with slow thrusts. He groaned and dug his fingers into your hair, pressing your face into the wall, increasing the pace.
You wanted to scream, to thrash - but nothing came out, just your mouth gaping open as he kept fucking into you. Time blurred along with your vision. Dark shadows engulfed you, torn and jagged by the cold neon lights of the faraway street lights. Painful rigidness filled your heart and it slowed, heavy and thick. You felt as though you were drowning, when he started panting, cussing, telling you how good your virgin pussy felt, how tight it was, how good of a fuck you were.
Chills spread over your skin and invaded your bones when his pace increased and he neared his high.
By the time he came, filling and staining you with his hot sticky seed, a hollow dark void had spread inside of you like a deadly disease.
As soon as he was finished and pulled out, you sagged to the ground, his release dripping down your legs, while he tucked himself away, turned on his heels and sauntered off, not looking back.
You had given up, laying sprawled out on the raw concrete floor, nothing inside of you but emptiness. The drops came slowly, steady and soft. Falling from a dark velvety sky, to strike up a quiet song of griefing on the cold hard surfaces around you. Each of it like a mourning kiss, burning cold on your broken self, mixing with the tears in your wide eyes, staring up into nothing.
The moment in the manga when Dabi broadcasts the DNA results to prove he’s the son of Endeavor but make it the DNA results to prove he’s the father of your kid. In this essay, I will… —💍 anon
Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh.....HBNLVCFDSCJ
I'm losing my marbles! You are a genius, 💍 anon 😘
now I have to add that yes I have to I have to I have...
This is so embarrassing but… my nastiest thirst with Dabi is just- getting raw dogged in seedy alleyway by this man. It’s dimly lit and nasty (smells like trash, bro) the brick of the building my back is pressed against is gritty but slimy? It’s GROSS but you don’t care because he is fucking you just THAT good. Met him at a club and didn’t even make it to my place or a hotel. Legs are pulled up to my chest and Dabi’s holding me up with just the sheer willpower to fuck my brains out. And you bet he’s being mean as hell with his dirty talk. Telling me how filthy I am for getting fucked in such a gross place, by him. How I must be an absolutely desperate cockwhore to get fucked raw in the open. Something like “Im gonna cum so deep inside you, and ya don’t even care because you’re just a dirty slut. Gonna fill you up with my seed and make that belly so full. You’re gonna be such a nasty mommy.”
Goodbye ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
I might have a treat for you here (if you haven't read that already)
Listen, listen … some people will say Dabi doesn’t actually want kids, but if it involves ruining Enji’s plans then homeboy is ALL IN —💍 anon
Exactly! Aaaaaand – I already have a line incorporated in the fic involving this. Hehe.
Are you sure you're not me, 💍 anon? 😄
Anywhooo... I bet he's even thinking about taking back what's rightfully his: the kid – and you of course. Cause that might ruin Enji's plans even more, right?
