SOFT NONCON W SKULLY W A SKITTISH DARLING PLS PLS PLS MERAA
Putting on my chef hat so I can cook. („ᵕᴗᵕ„)
He would never hurt you! Please don't cry. Please don't be scared. He'd never do anything to scare you or hurt you, he promises this with all of his heart!!! :( he just wants to love you, but you are such a slippery darling, squirming on his bed in an effort to free your bound wrists. But he made sure to tie it well, and so now you're stuck there, arms pinned in place above your head.
Skully's hands are shaking as he peels your clothes from your body, article by article. Oh, he's so anxious and excited! So this is what you look like without clothes on... you look so soft and warm,,, he places his hand upon your hip and watches you shift and whimper, begging him to stop. There are tears in your eyes, your voice is shaky, your lip is trembling...... oh, he's already hard. >_< he's sorry for being so terrible, but he can't help it! You really are so precious. He adores you.
Soft kisses are pressed into your tummy, trailing lower and lower to a very private place. If your hand was free, he'd like to hold it. Skully thinks it's so romantic to be as close to your beloved as possible, especially when it comes to lovemaking, and he wants nothing more than to twine his fingers with yours! >w< aaaaa he's just so excited!!! His heart is racing, his palms are sweating, his face is on fire......
You don't say much, but that's okay! He can talk you through it, easing your worries. Don't be scared. He's not going to hurt you. He wants you to feel good, so he'll prepare you with what sloppy inexperience he has. He's,,,,, never done anything like this before, but he's determined to do his best for his dearest! Maybe it would be better if you didn't have to look at him the entire time, but Skully wants your first time to be memorable and sweet, and what position is the best for that if not missionary!!!! It's just so romantic! He's already swooning imagining it: bodies pressed close, your arms wrapped around him, clinging tightly, enveloped in the sheets, his forehead resting against yours, lips impossibly close, lots of kissing........ if he daydreams anymore, he's definitely going to cum. ;;;;
When he lifts your hips to meet his and leans forwards so his chest presses against yours, he'll kiss your tears away and tell you not to worry. With this position, your hearts can kiss! Can't you feel it? :D his heartbeat against yours, a cardiovascular cacophony of the sweetest love. You're just shaking because it feels so good, not because you're scared or uncomfortable! Surely not (delusion)!
Orcs x fem!human || Exhibitionism, size kink, dub-con (kinda), humiliation, sharing is caring
You’ve been watching him for months. He always arrives to the gym at the same hour as you, usually parking not too far from your car. He holds the door for you and always smiles and winks when you pass him. His tusks gleaming under the gym lights. Watching him work out is the best hobby you currently have. He’s so tall and so big. You are sure he’d tower over everyone you know. Even if his skin wasn’t the prettiest shade of green, the size of his muscles would draw your eyes to him. He’s just… massive. Twice your size if not more.
And today is the day. You are sexually frustrated and you have been carrying a gym-crush on him for months. You are going to try to have your sweet way with him. You had no plan, just horniness, as you approached him.
“Can you spot me?” You ask, looking at him from under your lashes, trying to be coy. He smirks knowingly, nodding.
He smirks, his tusks look sharp under the fluorescent lights. “Sure thing, little human.”
He helps you work out for the rest of the session, his body closer than it should, but you don’t care. You lean into him, pushing your ass against his dick as many times as possible. Pushing your boobs against his face, “accidentally” falling on his lap and slowly getting up, making sure to moan as you do so. You know you are playing with fire, his eyes are getting hotter and the outline of his dick is visible in his gym shorts. You lick your lips looking at it. He laughs, noticing.
“You want to get out of here?” He asks. You nod, anticipation filling your body.
You thought he would lead you to his car, to someplace different, but he grabs your hand and drags you to the men’s changing rooms. There’s nobody there, way too early for people to be in the gym.
He doesn’t wait for you to say anything, his mouth covering yours as he makes a quick job stripping you off your clothes. You think you hear something rip, and soon after you see your panties torn on the floor. Dang, that’s hot. He kisses your neck, pinching your nipples as his other hand travels down your abdomen, rapidly finding your clit.
He plays with your pussy for a little while, rolling his thumb over your clit as he pushes one finger inside. Then two, then three. You groan and moan as you move your hips to create friction, chasing your pleasure on his hand. His fingers are bigger than yours, so much bigger. With three of his fingers, you already feel like it’s too much. And then he pushes a fourth in, making you groan and whimper. He fucks you like that for a few minutes, not even caring that you aren’t exactly in a private area.
“Hurry up, somebody could come.” You tell him.
“I don’t care.” He chuckles, taking his time thrusting into your hungry pussy.
“I do.” You say, trying to sound stern but failing when his thumb rolls over your clit again and your words break with a groan.
“No, you don’t. You are a gym slut, you want my dick so bad you wouldn’t care if somebody came right now. Wouldn’t you?” You shake your head, but his words ignite something inside of you. “I felt your pussy flutter, you like that, don’t you? You like the idea of somebody catching us, of somebody watching you being a slut.” He punctuates the last word with a twist of his wrist, making your knees buckle under you as tremors run down your body. “I knew you’d be a little whore, I knew you’d like it rough and dirty, like the little slut you are. I’ve been watching you, flaunting your ass around, exposing your tits a bit too much. You wanted this for a while, didn’t you?” He doesn’t let you answer. “Of course you did, you’ve been dreaming of being my gym slut, right?” You say nothing, embarrassment and humiliation filling you.
You look down, avoiding his knowing eyes. He laughs, his fingers still fucking you slowly, parting his fingers slightly every once in a while. Stretching you. And then he lowers his pants, and you see what you already suspected. He’s big. Monster size big. So big it’s probably bigger than your forearm, but most of all, he’s thick. So fucking thick. There’s no way.
“I- You are too big. That’s not gonna fit.” You murmur, trying to push away from him.
He grabs you, not letting you get away, his fingers still inside of your pussy, making you groan as he twists them. “Oh yes, it will.”
“I don’t think I can do it.” He pulls his fingers out as he picks you up, one arm under your ass as he positions you right over his dick, your legs instinctively going around his hips.
“You’ve been teasing me with those leggings for months. It will fit.” Then he starts to push inside, parting your folds with his fingers as the tip of his cock breaches you. It’s too big. It won’t fit. There’s no way he’s gonna fit. But he keeps going. The bite of pain makes your pussy clench as you whimper. “Relax.” He orders. You try to, you exhale the air you were holding, feeling how the head of his cock penetrates you, making you groan.
The mixture of pain and pleasure is driving your brain into overload. You don’t know how to feel, it’s just too much. But he doesn’t care. He allows you to babble all you want, wiping your tears as they flow, but he keeps going, and going, and going. “Almost all the way in, little human.” You don’t think you can take anymore, it’s too far in, too deep, you can feel like he’s splitting you in two. You moan, tears rolling down your cheeks as he pushes the final inches inside of you. You can feel him in the back of your throat. Too much. Too deep. Too big.
He doesn’t wait for you to accommodate his size, he doesn’t wait for you to tell him it’s okay if he moves. He just starts thrusting as soon as he hits bottom, pulling almost all the way out before going back in. You feel like he’s rearranging your insides as he keeps thrusting, keeps using your whole body as a fleshlight, his hands on your hips, pushing you up and down his dick like a fuck doll.
You try to hide the embarrassment, but the way he’s using you is making it hard to hide how turned on you are. Your juices are dripping, your body accepting him inside of you, the mixture of pain and pleasure tilting the balance until the pleasure is so big you are coming around his dick. He pinches your nipple as you cum, making the climax go so high you think you can touch the stars. And he keeps going, your body goes lax in his hold, and he still doesn’t care. He keeps fucking you on his dick and grunting every time he hits bottom.
And then it happens.
You hear the door before you register what that means. “Somebody is watching, little human.” He murmurs in your ear, his dick still inside of you as he uses you like a fleshlight. Not stopping. You can’t ignore the way your pussy pulses at the thought of somebody watching. “I felt that.” He chuckles. “Wanna give him a show?” You want to say no, you want to get away, but you are drunk with pleasure and the thought of somebody watching is turning you one more than anything before. Your pussy constricts around his dick, once again telling him all he needs to know.
He turns you around, still holding all your weight with his arms, your legs up. You are folded like a pretzel, your pussy exposed completely. Your whole body exposed to the hungry eyes of the newcomer. Your gym-crush impales himself on you from behind as the person in front of you gasps. It’s another orc. Not as big as your gym-crush but still so much bigger than you. You pant, looking at him intensely as you keep being fucked. You can see the outline of his dick as he massages his hardness over his sweatpants.
The orc at your back laughs. “Look at her, bro. She’s dripping. She’s such a slut. She approached me and begged to be fucked.” You try to deny it, but you can’t talk as he keeps thrusting inside you. “And now look, her eyes are unfocused and her drool is flowing, she’s just a slut, a dirty gym slut that likes orc cock inside her pussy. Wanna touch her? She’s not gonna refuse.” You feel humiliated, but good lord if it’s not doing it for you.
The other orc approaches you as you pant, your face so flushed it burns. He lowers his head and sucks on your nipple, making you cry out as the orc behind you laughs. “See? A slut. She’s not even trying to act offended, she likes to be a slut.” The second orc laughs along with him, pinching your nipple as he plays with your tits, one hand still massaging his dick through his pants. Second orc pinches your clit next, making you whimper and try to pull away as they laugh at your inability to move away from your gym-crush hold. “Be still, little slut.” He chastises, his tone humorous. He’s having fun humiliating you, laughing at you. Your pussy clenches on his dick.
You feel embarrassed and ashamed as you moan like the slut they named you. Completely at the mercy of two big orcs. The two of them playing with your body like you are a doll made to be fucked.
Orc number two falls to his knees before you, his mouth hovering over your pussy, mere inches apart from where your gym crush is fucking you restlessly. In a heartbeat, he’s making out with your pussy, licking every inch he can reach and making your body react like a lighting just hit you. The pressure of his tusks a reminder of what they are, their otherworldliness and how much that turns you on.
Your next orgasm hits you before you can say anything at all, the two orcs giving you pleasure as you fall apart. And then you feel it, the start of something big, the telltale sign of your bladder feeling full as they keep going, not even caring that you already came. And then you are showering them, you never squirted before, but it feels too much, too fast, too oversensitive.
“Did she just squirt?” The orc behind you asks, surprised. The one between your legs nods, his face wet with your release as he licks his lips. Your whole body feels like a raw nerve as they keep going. Both of them laughing at you as they continue to ravish you.
You cum a couple times more before they stop their assault, the orc under you getting up and jerking off right over your pussy. His cum hits your clit and drips down. There’s so much of it, you feel it coating your thighs and ass before it drips to the floor. He gently pats your pussy, chuckling as you whimper. The one behind you is close behind, his thrusts going erratic as he gets as far as he can go and cums deep inside. And cums. And cums. There’s so much of it you are overflowing, his semen mixing with the one already dripping from your pussy. It’s nasty, and you feel ashamed to be enjoying it so much. You feel like the slut they call you. Like a cumslut.
“Want a turn? Her pussy is amazing, all tight and warm.” Your gym-crush asks the other, pulling out and laughing again as you whimper, both of them fixated on the amount of cum covering your pussy.
“Nah dude, I’m late for work.” He says as he pulls off his shirt and goes into the showers.
The cum is drips from your cunt, making a puddle on the floor and making you feel like the slut they called you, your pussy raw and used, his mixed cum all over it. You are sure you look like you just got the best fuck of your life.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna be late, too.” The first orc says, following him. I lay there, over the bench as I listen to them shower, not able to move just yet.
The orc who ate your pussy doesn’t even look back at you as he exists the room, not bothering to acknowledge your presence. The other one, your gym crush, walks out the shower and dresses quietly. “You should clean that, slut.” He tells you signaling the puddle on the floor. You nod, not able to say anything. He laughs again, your embarrassment making you blush from head to toe, humiliated at his words. “I hope to see you around again, gym slut.” He says as he passes you, pinching your nipple mockingly as you lay there, unable to process what just happened.
You just had the best sex of your life, being used by two orcs who you don’t even know the name of. Maybe they are right, maybe you are a gym slut.
When a humble farmer decided to live on the outskirts of town right next to the forest he did not expect to make friends with a small temperamental creature from the forest.
It was a pretty good deal you had going on, you help his plants grow with fairy magic and he gives you a safe warm place to sleep and home cooked meals. Most days are spent with you doing your best to annoy the poor farmer as he tries to remind himself that you're the reason his produce sells for such high prices.
You fly around his head making little jingle noises and he tries to ignore you and go on with his work. You steal little things like spoons, screwdrivers, pencils and put them in places he can't reach like on top of the cabinets and shelves. When you get mad at him you grow weeds in his crops until he apologizes or gives you a gift to your liking. Despite this the farmer has grown to truly enjoy your company...for the most part.
His loneliness is getting to him and he's tried to have company over but it's kind of hard to explain to guests why there's a little, scantily clad fairy staring daggers at them the whole time. It definitely ruins the mood as he tries to convince them you won't bite (you will and you have).
One day the farmer comes home from town looking more excited than usual. You plop yourself on his head as he walks around his little cottage.
As he sorts through all the items he bought you get impatient and decide he's not paying enough attention to you. You fly right in front of his face and pose for him, showing off the new outfit you made out of flower petals in his garden.
"Not right now, Tiny."
The farmer rolls his eyes and gently shoos you away with his hand, focusing back onto his apparently very interesting haul from the market. The very rude gesture gets you all fired up and you're in his face again this time with your hands on your hips and an angry expression. The farmer sighs and gently cradles your tiny body in his hands.
"Look, I'm busy. Alright?"
He walks over to the windowsill and gently plops you down onto the little pincushion he set aside for you. You sit there with your arms crossed, glaring at him as he puts away his items.
While you're sulking you notice a little bottle of purple liquid poking out of the farmers front pocket. You quietly flutter over and sneakily inch the tiny thing out of his pocket.
"Hey!"
The farmer tries to stop you but you're much faster than him and fly up, out of his reach. The glass bottle is a little bigger than you're torso and when you inspect it the label says "Growth serum"
You let out quite a dramatic gasp and look down at the farmer, betrayal written all over your face.
"Now Tiny, don't jump to conclu-"
The farmer starts but is interrupted by a very angry fairy yelling things he doesn't understand right in his face. All he can hear is jingles but he's sure he's getting severely cussed at. He understands why, you helped this man grow his crops bigger and better than ever and now you think he wants to replace you for some stupid, probably overpriced serum?
You angrily throw the bottle to the ground and the farmer dives down to clumsily catch it before it smashes onto the floor.
As you feel tears fall down your hot cheeks, you flutter back to your windowsill and sit with your head between your knees.
"Hey, don't cry now."
The farmer sheepishly leans against the windowsill next to you.
"I promise, it's not for the plants. You already help me out so much with that and I appreciate it a lot. I don't need anything else."
You peak your head out from your arms and look at him skeptically.
He holds his hand out to you and you hesitantly flutter onto his palm, enjoying the warmth of his touch despite the cold wetness of your cheeks.
"Truth is, it's lonely for me out here... and I know you get lonely too."
You scoff at him. Obviously, the whole reason you were upset in the first place was because he was ignoring you.
"I uh... I got this for you. So we could....uh well only if you want to, I mean... I don't know."
You stare at him dumbfounded as he fumbles his words, you've never seen the farmer like this before.
You shoot up to hug his cheek, jingling in excitement. You give him tiny kisses and he laughs at the ticklish feeling. You float to the counter in front of him and bounce on your heels waiting for him.
"Alright, alright."
He chuckles at your stark change in mood and uncaps the tiny bottle of magic liquid. You brace yourself as he carefully lets one single drop fall onto your little head.
Nothing happens for a moment but before you could feel disappointed the world blurs and you're suddenly face to face with your farmer.
He stares down at where you sit on his counter, now perfectly human sized. Your cute dress didn't survive the quick transition but you don't seem to mind as you jump the poor farmer.
You grab his face and kiss him deeply. Finally feeling his lips on yours makes your wings flutter and your heart sing as you lock your legs around him to pull his body closer.
"Alright, slow down."
He says through kisses and huffed laughs as you kiss all over his face and neck.
"Now why don't you let me show you how much I appreciate you."
He mumbles in a sultry tone, bringing his hands down to grip your ass and grind your hips into him.
He laughs at the way your wings violently flutter and takes that as eager agreement.
i don’t know if i will be able to do more before Valentine’s Day, but i wanted to drop this at least. :> it’s a smol extension of my animated lines series, but in hearts ! ( I may or may not have stared at this in dark mode for a long time HAHAH )
adding a tw for eyestrain because of the colours, but I hope you enjoy 🤍
“Non con” that’s rape. Stop using cute little words to skirt around what it actually is. It’s a horrific crime some people fall victim to and you’re turning it into a fanfiction to get off to
so i didn’t really want to bother giving this a response, but u know what sure why not
i think it’s important that u remember u don’t know other ppl on the internet, and u don’t know their experiences. u don’t know why i write what i do, and let’s be honest i don’t need to tell u. especially when u can’t even bother to come off of anon while u go and harass a bunch of creators (don’t think i didn’t see all the others). i can write whatever fanfiction i want, and let’s put an emphasis on fanfiction because it isn’t REAL. it’s fictional characters in fictional situations- which isn’t hurting anybody. i’m not belittling anyone who’s lived these experiences, believe me, but just remember that what people create doesn’t necessarily have to be something they support irl.
anyways, feel free to block me, i think it would benefit u. and that goes for anyone who is uncomfortable with what i post
I can’t help but wonder if getting raped may fix your fetishization of rape in fan fiction
Well, congratulations on picking the perfect day to unleash your words of wisdom – right smack in the middle of my super colossal meltdown! Let me assure you, your pearls of wisdom are about as impactful as a pebble in a storm. Frankly, I couldn't care less about your feeble attempts at being rude🙃 It seems this day was hell-bent on proving it couldn't get any worse, and yet here we are, with your lovely contribution! Nice try, little coward.
First, congratulations on your attempt at a shockingly tasteless wish of rape to someone you don't know or basically any other human being. It's a real low blow, but hey, it's clear that empathy isn't exactly your strong suit. Do I care? Not in the slightest, just like you don't give a damn, apparently.
Let's address your second point now. Despite your attempt to throw a punch below the belt, your cheerful wish does precisely squat to me. I've faced real-life horrors – raped four times and subjected to prolonged sexual abuse – so your feeble attempt at being edgy doesn't even register 😀
Moving on to your feeble attempt to school me on what constitutes a fetishization of rape. Allow me to enlighten your minuscule, underdeveloped intellect. Sexual fantasies, including those of domination, are commonplace and, shockingly, a normal facet of the human sexual experience. Writing about it can be therapeutic for survivors, providing an outlet to cope with trauma, so it is for me. But, of course, such nuances are lost on your pea-sized brain.
Indulging in the allure of taboos is an art, and I proudly confess to being captivated by it. Let's be crystal clear — I can effortlessly distinguish between fiction and reality, and my appreciation for certain taboos in written works doesn't translate into endorsing real-life abhorrence. I'm well aware of societal norms, and just because I relish in the darker aspects of storytelling doesn't mean I endorse such behavior in real life. It's all part of the "exhilarating cleansing experience for me – the brutalization, the power play, the utter helplessness – it's a dynamic I find rather enthralling (perhaps it's solely due to the trauma I went through.)
Now, let's address the elephant in the room — non-con/rape/the broader dark content spectrum - it's not everyone's cup of tea, and that's perfectly acceptable! For those of us who revel in the fantasy, we embrace it and express it through our writing. Simple equation: don't like it = don't read it. It's that straightforward. If you willingly dive into a properly tagged story, you assume the responsibility for your choice. No need to harass or question authors about their motivations; you ventured into this realm at your own risk. Now, kindly take your judgment elsewhere. Dziękuję i pozdrawiam, mały tchórzliwy chuju 💜
I'm tagging @dabislittlemouse - I noticed you received a similar anonymous message today. It seems like someone is deliberately targeting creators of dark content. Again.
hi! this story is 18+ and contains dark content. read at your own risk.
tags/warnings: ⚠️ non-con/dub-con, degradation, dacryphilia, licking, cum eating, overstimulation, fingering, forced breeding, dabi threatens to hurt you, mentions of somno, kinda yandere, dabi's so horny he's literally crazy, afab with mention of body parts, no pronouns but dabi calls reader his gf
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summary: dabi isn’t sure what he was hit with, but he is sure of one thing. he wants you, and he’s gonna get what he wants.
You woke up to a cold breeze flowing through your bedroom. The room was almost pitch black, the only light coming from the open blinds of the window behind you. Did you forget to close the window again?
You rolled over to face the window, preparing to get up and shut it tight but when your gaze met the wall behind you, you froze. Or rather, your gaze met the one of a man who was standing just in front of your now open window. Inside your room.
You sat up immediately, pulse quickening as you scrambled towards the other side of the bed, furthest from him. The man didn’t move, he just watched. The city lights from outside dimly lit just behind him. You couldn’t see his face, but something seemed off about him.
“W-who are y-you? And what a-are you d-doing in my room!?” Your voice shook with fear. So much for sounding threatening.
The man laughed, a quiet, little, breathy, laugh that shot even more fear through your heart. You thought the voice sounded familiar, but lost all train of thought before you could pinpoint it when the man took a step towards your bed.
Immediately your flight or fight reaction kicked in and your brain finally decided that you should be running rather than trying to question some creep in your room. All you had to do was get over the other side of the bed and get out the door.
But your plans did not work.
You quickly scurried backward on the bed as the man took another step towards you. In the split second when you turned your body, ready to jump off the bed and run towards the door, he was on you.
You were trapped lying on your stomach, hand still outstretched in the direction of your bedroom door. So close.
The man sat on top of you, straddling you as he pinned you onto the mattress. With him this close, the scent of him surrounded you. The scent of smoke and burned flesh. He had a hand pressed against the back of your neck, forcing your head down. His other hand landed near your face, supporting his weight, and your eyes widened when you saw it.
Light from the window reflected off the man’s hand. The staples on the man’s hand, buried in his skin.
A whisper in your ear confirmed it. “What's the matter, baby? Didn’t recognize me?” He laughed again.
Dabi. Your boyfriend Dabi. You knew that voice was familiar. But what the hell was your boyfriend doing creeping around your room? Why was he acting so fucking weird?
Something wasn’t right. It didn’t feel right. Knowing the identity of the man wasn’t calming your fear, no. It was making it worse.
“D-dabi? What the hell are you doing?! Get off of me!” You thrashed around and his hand on your neck quickly grabbed one of yours as you tried to reach back to him.
“Woah, settle down. What, I can't come see my girlfriend now?” His tone was teasing and you couldn’t help but feel it didn’t sound like your Dabi. But you knew.
You took advantage of the fact that his hand holding you down was preoccupied and quickly flipped yourself around underneath him. The fast movement seemed to catch him off guard, and he leaned back a bit in surprise.
His piercing blue eyes met yours and you knew something was definitely wrong. Dabi never looked at you like that. Everything in you told you to run.
You took your chance and pulled your legs up before he could blink, kicking him in the stomach as hard as you could. He gasped and lost his balance, allowing you to slip free from beneath him. You aimed another kick in his direction, for good measure, as you clambered off the bed and immediately made a beeline for the door.
You reached your bedroom door, throwing it open in your haste. It slammed against the wall, rattling the items on your shelves as you ran from the room. You didn’t once look back.
It didn’t take long for you to hear Dabi’s boots on the floor behind you. You kept running, surely you were faster than him, especially with your head start. But why the hell did this hallway feel so long?!
You turned the corner into the kitchen at such a high speed, you actually slid. Quickly regaining your balance, you pressed on to the entrance to your home. You were almost there. Just a few steps from the front door. You didn’t have a plan, you just needed to get out. Away from him. You’d figure the rest out later.
You were almost there. And then you felt a weight against your back as Dabi tackled you to the ground.
You hit the floor hard. You just barely managed to catch yourself enough to stop your face from smacking into the tile. The wind was completely knocked out of you and you gasped for air as Dabi pinned you down once more.
“Shit, and you almost made it too. We’re not gonna let that happen again, now are we?” You felt tears prick at your eyes as he spoke lowly. You were so scared. Why was he doing this?
“Dabi p-please. Please, j-just let m-me go. Please, baby. Let me go.” You felt defeated. You were crying now, trying desperately to wiggle your way out of his grasp. But it was clear he wouldn’t let you pull a stunt like that again.
“Nah. Can't do that. I need you right here, yeah? So be a good girl and behave for me.” You continued to struggle against him, his words making you cry harder when you finally felt it. He was pressed against your back, holding you in place, and right against your ass you could feel him, poking through the material of his pants. He was so hard.
You were starting to hyperventilate now, anxiety shooting through the roof. He wasn’t going to do what you think he’s going to do, right? The thought terrified you, and you shook your head and tried to kick your legs out again. It seemed he had learned from his past mistake, though, as he now had your legs tightly pinned down with his own.
“Dabi, W-what’s wrong with you? W-why are you d-doing this?”
“I dunno. Just felt like it,” he had pulled your hands behind your back, holding your wrists together. He was speaking directly in your ear, his hot breath making you shudder. His other hand pulled your hair back a bit. “Got hit with a quirk of some kind. Guess it had… side effects.”
He punctuated his statement with a roll of his hips, pressing his erection harder against your ass.
Oh god. This was happening.
“So pretty when you cry,” he mumbled against your ear, and you scrunched your face up as he kissed down the side of your face towards your neck. As much as you wanted to enjoy the gentle touch, the hands tugging harshly on your hair and bending your arms back behind you made it rather difficult.
“S-shut up. Stop it, please,” you begged, whimpering when he licked a stripe up your neck.
“Aw, come on, don’t be like that~” his lips were so hot against your skin, “It’s just me.”
It was not just him. Something was so incredibly wrong. What kind of quirk could have hit him to make him do this?
You knew he was a villain, but this was crazy. He wouldn’t do this to you. There’s no way. This wasn’t the man you knew.
Or was it? Was he capable of this the whole time? Was he just waiting for the right moment?
You were seriously starting to doubt your relationship.
You gasped loudly as Dabi bit down on the space between your shoulder and your neck. He laughed at your reaction, and you felt more tears spill down your face. You couldn’t stop yourself from whimpering as he repeatedly rolled his hips against your ass, grinding his cock right into the space between your thighs.
His bulge was rutting right up against your core, the force of his thrusts uncomfortably shoving you into the hard tile of the kitchen floor. Despite the discomfort of the floor, and the entire situation itself, you could feel yourself beginning to grow hot, wetness beginning to stain your underwear.
The hand in your hair unexpectedly let go, your head slamming against the floor from the loss of support. The hand that previously had a hold of you slowly traced down your body, fingers groping at your ass before reaching between the both of you to slip into your clothes.
You bit your lip, whimpering as the man above you slipped a finger between your folds, lighting rubbing against your entrance, collecting slick as he went.
“Well, would you look at that,” that breathy laughter sounding in your ear again, “You’re soaked. And I thought you didn’t like this?”
“Sh-shut up,” you muttered, burying your face against the ground, admitting defeat.
“Hah, don’t tell me you actually do like this. Is it a fetish of yours, huh? You getting off to this?”, He leaned in closer to you, mouth pressed against your ear so closely that you could feel the moisture in his breath when he whispered against you. You tried to turn your head away but to no avail. He followed your every move, “You getting off to the thought of me raping your little body, right here on the floor?”
A sob left your throat as more tears poured down your face. He pulled back from your ear to bark out a laugh, staring down at your trembling body with amusement swimming in his eyes.
“Such a weirdo. And I thought I was the freak.”
You felt hot all over. His words were humiliating, and yet you could still feel your empty pussy clench in response.
God, you hated this.
“Don’t worry, doll. I’ll fulfill your twisted little fantasies,” the finger tracing up and down your slit finally slid into you, and you cried out at the intrusion, “Just like any good boyfriend would.”
He teased you with his fingers, pushing into you achingly slow, just to pull out the same way and repeat it again, over and over. It didn’t take long before he added a second. Slowly fingerfucking you as you cried and whimpered, clenching tightly and, you realize with horror, wanting more.
He teased you the whole time, whispering disgusting things to you that you could just barely hear over the loud squelching of your own cunt. You could feel him growing impossibly harder against your thigh, cock twitching in his pants at almost every sound you were unable to stop yourself from making.
After what felt like hours of torture, he finally sped up, thrusting his fingers in and out of you harshly, smiling against your neck as your sounds grew louder and more desperate. Involuntarily, your hips pushed back against his fingers, your body wanting nothing more than to chase your high, no matter what confusing thoughts your brain was having.
You were so close, so close to feeling that hot coil in your belly snap when he pulled his fingers out of you. You whined loudly in protest, your eyes shutting tightly from the embarrassment of almost cumming in this situation and wanting to.
“Relax baby,” he laughed again, and it was seriously pissing you off, “I can't have you cum just yet. Nah, not until your stuffed full of my cock.”
He sat up behind you, then harshly pulled you up by your wrists that he still had a grip on. You were kneeling now, back pressed against his chest with your hands trapped between your bodies.
“Open.” He said, bringing his slick-covered hand up to your mouth, wet fingers pressed against your lips. You knew it wasn’t a suggestion, and hesitantly parted your lips before he roughly shoved his fingers in your mouth, nearly gagging you. You winced at the taste of yourself. “Suck.” He commanded, and you obeyed, “And if you bite, you’ll regret it.” You shut your eyes, trying to ignore his threat as you licked and sucked at his fingers, cleaning your own cum from his hand.
He watched you sharply as you worked, panting, his hot breath ghosting along your neck while once again rutting his hard cock against your ass. When you finished he pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a pop and pressed a kiss to your jaw. The sweet gesture reminded you of how he normally acts with you, and you felt tears pool in your eyes again with a pang of sadness. Would you be able to go back to that?
“I’m going to let go of you for a second. Run, and I’ll fucking burn you. Got that?”
You pressed your lips together, staring straight ahead. He waited for you to acknowledge what he said, and once you nodded your head he gave you another quick kiss, praising you before finally releasing your wrists.
Your hands fell limply to your sides, you weren’t sure what to do with them. With your arms free from their previous position, you realized they were quite sore from being trapped like that.
Dabi placed his hands on your waist, sliding them down to the bottom of your shirt. Slowly, he pulled it off of you, tossing it somewhere in your kitchen. He wrapped his arms back around you, chest pressing against your back again as his hands came up to grope at your chest.
His hands were so warm, you couldn’t help but notice as he squeezed your tits, pinching your nipples harsher than necessary to pull a cry from your throat.
“You’re being so good for me. Wasn’t that hard, was it?” You wanted to punch him so bad. Wanted to kick and scream and beat the absolute shit out of him, and now with your hands free what was really stopping you?
Maybe the fact that he would most likely kill you, strike you down with his flames before you could even blink.
Or was something else keeping you in his arms? Something deep down in you, something that liked this.
You pushed the thought from your mind. It seemed better if you tried not to think at all right now.
Dabi gave your tits one last harsh squeeze before he pushed you back down against the tile. You shuddered at the cool feeling of the tile on your chest as he arched your back, maneuvering you into the position he wanted. Face down, ass up. This time, he left your hands free.
He wasted no time pulling your shorts down, taking your panties along with them. He wrestled your clothes off of you, tossing them somewhere along with your shirt.
With no warning his hand came down on your pussy, hard, the sharp sting making you gasp.
“Ha, you really are wet. You’re dripping, baby.” He had pressed two fingers against you, parting your lips to get a full view of you. Your whole body burned from the embarrassment of it all.
“Fuck, babe, you better be ready. I can’t wait any longer.”
You flinched at the clinking sound of his belt buckle being undone and felt him press up against you.
He took his cock in his hand, rubbing his leaking tip against your entrance. He gave no warning, thrusting into your cunt harshly, immediately burying his thick cock all the way to the hilt.
You screamed at the sensation, the sudden stretch burned so much you could have sworn he used his quirk on you.
He gave you no time to adjust to his thrusts, immediately pounding into you like a wild animal, crazy with lust.
The squelch of your dripping cunt and the smack of his hips on your ass could barely be heard over your screams. The pain began to mix with pleasure, the feelings so intense you thought you would explode.
Dabi hunched over you, chest once again pressing against your back as he groaned in your ear. He wasn’t usually very vocal, but tonight it seemed he couldn’t stop himself.
“Fuck, doll, you’re so goddamn tight,” he bit his lip, trying and failing to keep himself quiet, “God I can’t believe you didn’t want this. Look at you, screaming for my cock. You’re such a whore.”
His words went straight to your cunt, clenching tightly you heard him swear loudly. Your ruined orgasm from earlier had begun to come back with a new vengeance, hitting you just as rapidly as his thrusts.
“D-dabi, gonna- ah, gonna cum,” you warned him, barely getting the words out between your moans.
“Yeah? Knew you would, slut. Go on. Cum on my cock.”
Fuck, you forgot how much his words always affected you. Immediately the coil in your belly snapped, your orgasm hitting you so hard you saw white.
You barely registered his moans about how tight you were while you came, only aware of the pleasure consuming you and the fact that he did. Not. Stop.
Your orgasm had only spurred him on more, rutting his cock into you impossibly faster. The overstimulation had you sobbing, your body giving up and going completely limp. The only thing keeping you up was his hands on your waist as you drooled and cried on the kitchen floor.
The slump of your body forced him to readjust, the new angle causing him to batter into that squishy spot inside of you, hitting it with every thrust.
The angle of his cock threw you into hysterics, the stimulation was too much. Your body automatically tried for an escape, but you weren’t going anywhere. You were too tired and he was too strong. You screamed and cried your way through another orgasm, hands grappling for purchase against the hard floor so roughly that you almost broke a nail.
Somehow through the haze in your brain, his words registered to you and you felt panic rising through your chest. He never came inside you before and you weren’t on birth control. You felt fresh tears prick your eyes at the thought of him filling you up, you can’t get pregnant, you can’t, you can’t!
“Wait! Wait, wait! Dabi no, not inside, not inside!” If he heard you, he pretended not to, his head thrown back as his hips lost all rhythm, a loud groan leaving his lips as he finally reached his peak.
You felt his dick twitch inside you as he came, searing hot cum shooting inside you. It burned, it burned so bad, and yet the warmth inside you and the stutter of his hips had you cumming yet again, still babbling your protests even as you came all over his cock for the third time.
His hips slowed but didn’t stop, and he ground his cock into you with a few more harch thrusts, fucking his cum back up into you.
After a moment he collapsed on top of you, effectively crushing you into the ground as you struggled to breathe. He stayed inside you, keeping his cum in your pussy with the weight of his cock.
You were beyond exhausted, and you felt your consciousness starting to slip away. It didn’t matter he still hadn’t pulled out, or that his cum still filled your hole, even though you wanted to kick and scream and cry.
Your vision started to blur, eyes slipping shut against your own will. You couldn’t stay awake.
Vaguely you registered more of that breathy laugh against your ear as you fought for consciousness.
“You fallin’ asleep? That's fine, I don't need you awake for round two~” Dabi’s raspy voice was the last thing you heard before everything went black.
happy birthday to the loml dabi god i wish he was on top of me.
anyways hey guys! ^-^ this took me forever to write but it’s finally done. dabi is my fav character probably of all time and i needed it perfect (< lost motivation halfway through)
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and p.s. - thank you all so much for the support on my first work! i’m literally so happy to see ppl like my writing, it’s the best feeling ever. thank u to all and i hope u guys stick around. <3
#4 is popular! <3 This one is just under 700 words, which... quite frankly... counts as a huge success for me and my wordy ways. XD. Don’t let the shorter length, fool you though. It’s full of feely feels. I too am a simp for soft Dabi (obviously), so I really enjoyed writing this one.
#4: “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”
You had tried to stay up late for Dabi. You really did. You knew he was going to be coming home late from his mission with Compress, but you didn’t think it would be this late. It was fine, you told yourself. It wasn’t the first time his League duties kept him away from you, and somehow, he always managed to come back in one piece, a cocky grin on his face.
You had laid down in bed to watch TV. That was your first mistake. Your second one was cuddling Dabi’s pillow. Sure, you had your own you could cuddle, but his pillow was so much better. It was fluffier and, most importantly, it smelled like him… smoky with a hint of his shampoo. Sleep was inevitable after that, your arms wrapped around his pillow, your body curved around it needily.
Hours later, you stirred slightly to the feeling of his warm arms wrapping around your thighs, a soft kiss planted on your hip. With a tired sigh he rested his head into the dip of your waist, his staples along his cheek warm against your skin through your shirt.
“mmm… Dabi?” you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep. You blinked the haze from your eyes and peeked down at the man snuggling against you.
Wait. Dabi? Snuggling? He wasn’t exactly the most affectionate boyfriend, so this was… new.
“What are you doing?” you asked confused. It probably wasn’t the best thing to come out of your mouth, but your groggy brain needed to make sure this wasn’t a hallucination.
“You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.” He mumbled.
You could hear the fatigue in his voice, and you rolled to your back so you could get a better look at him in the light of the silent TV. Your change in position allowed Dabi to rest his head on your stomach now, and you stared down at his black hair. He smelled strongly of smoke with the tinge of burnt flesh, and it made your gut twist and your nose wrinkle. He must have had to use his quirk quite a bit this evening. His clothes were filthy, damp with sweat, ash, and dirt. He hadn’t even taken his shoes off before coming onto the bed.
“Rough night?” you whispered, as you began running your fingers through his sweaty hair.
Dabi gave a noncommittal grunt, his arms tightening around your waist, and you didn’t press the question. Your nails ran light scratches over his scalp, and you felt him release a relaxed sigh against you, his breath passing over your belly button like a hot, desert breeze. A secret smile spread across your lips. Dabi rarely let you give him affection like this. Minutes passed as you gently pet him, moving from his hair to his forehead, to running your fingers across his cheeks, closed eyelids, his nose. You cherished every minute he gave you with his defenses down, as you memorized the feel of his features in the privacy of your room. There was no resistance, no barriers. Only quiet vulnerability.
Once you’d felt you’d exhausted the opportunity and were certain he’d pull away from you any moment, you whispered to him. “Do you want your pillow back?”
But Dabi never answered, and you finally noticed the steady rise and fall of his back, could hear the slight snore whispering out of his parted lips. He’d fallen asleep on you. You took the opportunity then to turn off the TV. It was fine. The shower could wait. The sheets could be washed. You returned your hands to hold him gently as you rested your head back on the pillow.
In the darkness, a quiet peace you’d never felt before fell over you. It filled the space between, within, and around until there were no shadows left, no place for doubt to hide, no room for demons to lurk. It was gentle in its fragility, yet as powerful as the universe.
You loved him.
And maybe tonight… just for tonight… that love could protect him.
hi! this story is 18+ and contains dark content. read at your own risk.
tags/warnings: ⚠️ non-con/dub-con, degradation, dacryphilia, licking, cum eating, overstimulation, fingering, forced breeding, dabi threatens to hurt you, mentions of somno, kinda yandere, dabi's so horny he's literally crazy, afab with mention of body parts, no pronouns but dabi calls reader his gf
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summary: dabi isn’t sure what he was hit with, but he is sure of one thing. he wants you, and he’s gonna get what he wants.
You woke up to a cold breeze flowing through your bedroom. The room was almost pitch black, the only light coming from the open blinds of the window behind you. Did you forget to close the window again?
You rolled over to face the window, preparing to get up and shut it tight but when your gaze met the wall behind you, you froze. Or rather, your gaze met the one of a man who was standing just in front of your now open window. Inside your room.
You sat up immediately, pulse quickening as you scrambled towards the other side of the bed, furthest from him. The man didn’t move, he just watched. The city lights from outside dimly lit just behind him. You couldn’t see his face, but something seemed off about him.
“W-who are y-you? And what a-are you d-doing in my room!?” Your voice shook with fear. So much for sounding threatening.
The man laughed, a quiet, little, breathy, laugh that shot even more fear through your heart. You thought the voice sounded familiar, but lost all train of thought before you could pinpoint it when the man took a step towards your bed.
Immediately your flight or fight reaction kicked in and your brain finally decided that you should be running rather than trying to question some creep in your room. All you had to do was get over the other side of the bed and get out the door.
But your plans did not work.
You quickly scurried backward on the bed as the man took another step towards you. In the split second when you turned your body, ready to jump off the bed and run towards the door, he was on you.
You were trapped lying on your stomach, hand still outstretched in the direction of your bedroom door. So close.
The man sat on top of you, straddling you as he pinned you onto the mattress. With him this close, the scent of him surrounded you. The scent of smoke and burned flesh. He had a hand pressed against the back of your neck, forcing your head down. His other hand landed near your face, supporting his weight, and your eyes widened when you saw it.
Light from the window reflected off the man’s hand. The staples on the man’s hand, buried in his skin.
A whisper in your ear confirmed it. “What's the matter, baby? Didn’t recognize me?” He laughed again.
Dabi. Your boyfriend Dabi. You knew that voice was familiar. But what the hell was your boyfriend doing creeping around your room? Why was he acting so fucking weird?
Something wasn’t right. It didn’t feel right. Knowing the identity of the man wasn’t calming your fear, no. It was making it worse.
“D-dabi? What the hell are you doing?! Get off of me!” You thrashed around and his hand on your neck quickly grabbed one of yours as you tried to reach back to him.
“Woah, settle down. What, I can't come see my girlfriend now?” His tone was teasing and you couldn’t help but feel it didn’t sound like your Dabi. But you knew.
You took advantage of the fact that his hand holding you down was preoccupied and quickly flipped yourself around underneath him. The fast movement seemed to catch him off guard, and he leaned back a bit in surprise.
His piercing blue eyes met yours and you knew something was definitely wrong. Dabi never looked at you like that. Everything in you told you to run.
You took your chance and pulled your legs up before he could blink, kicking him in the stomach as hard as you could. He gasped and lost his balance, allowing you to slip free from beneath him. You aimed another kick in his direction, for good measure, as you clambered off the bed and immediately made a beeline for the door.
You reached your bedroom door, throwing it open in your haste. It slammed against the wall, rattling the items on your shelves as you ran from the room. You didn’t once look back.
It didn’t take long for you to hear Dabi’s boots on the floor behind you. You kept running, surely you were faster than him, especially with your head start. But why the hell did this hallway feel so long?!
You turned the corner into the kitchen at such a high speed, you actually slid. Quickly regaining your balance, you pressed on to the entrance to your home. You were almost there. Just a few steps from the front door. You didn’t have a plan, you just needed to get out. Away from him. You’d figure the rest out later.
You were almost there. And then you felt a weight against your back as Dabi tackled you to the ground.
You hit the floor hard. You just barely managed to catch yourself enough to stop your face from smacking into the tile. The wind was completely knocked out of you and you gasped for air as Dabi pinned you down once more.
“Shit, and you almost made it too. We’re not gonna let that happen again, now are we?” You felt tears prick at your eyes as he spoke lowly. You were so scared. Why was he doing this?
“Dabi p-please. Please, j-just let m-me go. Please, baby. Let me go.” You felt defeated. You were crying now, trying desperately to wiggle your way out of his grasp. But it was clear he wouldn’t let you pull a stunt like that again.
“Nah. Can't do that. I need you right here, yeah? So be a good girl and behave for me.” You continued to struggle against him, his words making you cry harder when you finally felt it. He was pressed against your back, holding you in place, and right against your ass you could feel him, poking through the material of his pants. He was so hard.
You were starting to hyperventilate now, anxiety shooting through the roof. He wasn’t going to do what you think he’s going to do, right? The thought terrified you, and you shook your head and tried to kick your legs out again. It seemed he had learned from his past mistake, though, as he now had your legs tightly pinned down with his own.
“Dabi, W-what’s wrong with you? W-why are you d-doing this?”
“I dunno. Just felt like it,” he had pulled your hands behind your back, holding your wrists together. He was speaking directly in your ear, his hot breath making you shudder. His other hand pulled your hair back a bit. “Got hit with a quirk of some kind. Guess it had… side effects.”
He punctuated his statement with a roll of his hips, pressing his erection harder against your ass.
Oh god. This was happening.
“So pretty when you cry,” he mumbled against your ear, and you scrunched your face up as he kissed down the side of your face towards your neck. As much as you wanted to enjoy the gentle touch, the hands tugging harshly on your hair and bending your arms back behind you made it rather difficult.
“S-shut up. Stop it, please,” you begged, whimpering when he licked a stripe up your neck.
“Aw, come on, don’t be like that~” his lips were so hot against your skin, “It’s just me.”
It was not just him. Something was so incredibly wrong. What kind of quirk could have hit him to make him do this?
You knew he was a villain, but this was crazy. He wouldn’t do this to you. There’s no way. This wasn’t the man you knew.
Or was it? Was he capable of this the whole time? Was he just waiting for the right moment?
You were seriously starting to doubt your relationship.
You gasped loudly as Dabi bit down on the space between your shoulder and your neck. He laughed at your reaction, and you felt more tears spill down your face. You couldn’t stop yourself from whimpering as he repeatedly rolled his hips against your ass, grinding his cock right into the space between your thighs.
His bulge was rutting right up against your core, the force of his thrusts uncomfortably shoving you into the hard tile of the kitchen floor. Despite the discomfort of the floor, and the entire situation itself, you could feel yourself beginning to grow hot, wetness beginning to stain your underwear.
The hand in your hair unexpectedly let go, your head slamming against the floor from the loss of support. The hand that previously had a hold of you slowly traced down your body, fingers groping at your ass before reaching between the both of you to slip into your clothes.
You bit your lip, whimpering as the man above you slipped a finger between your folds, lighting rubbing against your entrance, collecting slick as he went.
“Well, would you look at that,” that breathy laughter sounding in your ear again, “You’re soaked. And I thought you didn’t like this?”
“Sh-shut up,” you muttered, burying your face against the ground, admitting defeat.
“Hah, don’t tell me you actually do like this. Is it a fetish of yours, huh? You getting off to this?”, He leaned in closer to you, mouth pressed against your ear so closely that you could feel the moisture in his breath when he whispered against you. You tried to turn your head away but to no avail. He followed your every move, “You getting off to the thought of me raping your little body, right here on the floor?”
A sob left your throat as more tears poured down your face. He pulled back from your ear to bark out a laugh, staring down at your trembling body with amusement swimming in his eyes.
“Such a weirdo. And I thought I was the freak.”
You felt hot all over. His words were humiliating, and yet you could still feel your empty pussy clench in response.
God, you hated this.
“Don’t worry, doll. I’ll fulfill your twisted little fantasies,” the finger tracing up and down your slit finally slid into you, and you cried out at the intrusion, “Just like any good boyfriend would.”
He teased you with his fingers, pushing into you achingly slow, just to pull out the same way and repeat it again, over and over. It didn’t take long before he added a second. Slowly fingerfucking you as you cried and whimpered, clenching tightly and, you realize with horror, wanting more.
He teased you the whole time, whispering disgusting things to you that you could just barely hear over the loud squelching of your own cunt. You could feel him growing impossibly harder against your thigh, cock twitching in his pants at almost every sound you were unable to stop yourself from making.
After what felt like hours of torture, he finally sped up, thrusting his fingers in and out of you harshly, smiling against your neck as your sounds grew louder and more desperate. Involuntarily, your hips pushed back against his fingers, your body wanting nothing more than to chase your high, no matter what confusing thoughts your brain was having.
You were so close, so close to feeling that hot coil in your belly snap when he pulled his fingers out of you. You whined loudly in protest, your eyes shutting tightly from the embarrassment of almost cumming in this situation and wanting to.
“Relax baby,” he laughed again, and it was seriously pissing you off, “I can't have you cum just yet. Nah, not until your stuffed full of my cock.”
He sat up behind you, then harshly pulled you up by your wrists that he still had a grip on. You were kneeling now, back pressed against his chest with your hands trapped between your bodies.
“Open.” He said, bringing his slick-covered hand up to your mouth, wet fingers pressed against your lips. You knew it wasn’t a suggestion, and hesitantly parted your lips before he roughly shoved his fingers in your mouth, nearly gagging you. You winced at the taste of yourself. “Suck.” He commanded, and you obeyed, “And if you bite, you’ll regret it.” You shut your eyes, trying to ignore his threat as you licked and sucked at his fingers, cleaning your own cum from his hand.
He watched you sharply as you worked, panting, his hot breath ghosting along your neck while once again rutting his hard cock against your ass. When you finished he pulled his fingers out of your mouth with a pop and pressed a kiss to your jaw. The sweet gesture reminded you of how he normally acts with you, and you felt tears pool in your eyes again with a pang of sadness. Would you be able to go back to that?
“I’m going to let go of you for a second. Run, and I’ll fucking burn you. Got that?”
You pressed your lips together, staring straight ahead. He waited for you to acknowledge what he said, and once you nodded your head he gave you another quick kiss, praising you before finally releasing your wrists.
Your hands fell limply to your sides, you weren’t sure what to do with them. With your arms free from their previous position, you realized they were quite sore from being trapped like that.
Dabi placed his hands on your waist, sliding them down to the bottom of your shirt. Slowly, he pulled it off of you, tossing it somewhere in your kitchen. He wrapped his arms back around you, chest pressing against your back again as his hands came up to grope at your chest.
His hands were so warm, you couldn’t help but notice as he squeezed your tits, pinching your nipples harsher than necessary to pull a cry from your throat.
“You’re being so good for me. Wasn’t that hard, was it?” You wanted to punch him so bad. Wanted to kick and scream and beat the absolute shit out of him, and now with your hands free what was really stopping you?
Maybe the fact that he would most likely kill you, strike you down with his flames before you could even blink.
Or was something else keeping you in his arms? Something deep down in you, something that liked this.
You pushed the thought from your mind. It seemed better if you tried not to think at all right now.
Dabi gave your tits one last harsh squeeze before he pushed you back down against the tile. You shuddered at the cool feeling of the tile on your chest as he arched your back, maneuvering you into the position he wanted. Face down, ass up. This time, he left your hands free.
He wasted no time pulling your shorts down, taking your panties along with them. He wrestled your clothes off of you, tossing them somewhere along with your shirt.
With no warning his hand came down on your pussy, hard, the sharp sting making you gasp.
“Ha, you really are wet. You’re dripping, baby.” He had pressed two fingers against you, parting your lips to get a full view of you. Your whole body burned from the embarrassment of it all.
“Fuck, babe, you better be ready. I can’t wait any longer.”
You flinched at the clinking sound of his belt buckle being undone and felt him press up against you.
He took his cock in his hand, rubbing his leaking tip against your entrance. He gave no warning, thrusting into your cunt harshly, immediately burying his thick cock all the way to the hilt.
You screamed at the sensation, the sudden stretch burned so much you could have sworn he used his quirk on you.
He gave you no time to adjust to his thrusts, immediately pounding into you like a wild animal, crazy with lust.
The squelch of your dripping cunt and the smack of his hips on your ass could barely be heard over your screams. The pain began to mix with pleasure, the feelings so intense you thought you would explode.
Dabi hunched over you, chest once again pressing against your back as he groaned in your ear. He wasn’t usually very vocal, but tonight it seemed he couldn’t stop himself.
“Fuck, doll, you’re so goddamn tight,” he bit his lip, trying and failing to keep himself quiet, “God I can’t believe you didn’t want this. Look at you, screaming for my cock. You’re such a whore.”
His words went straight to your cunt, clenching tightly you heard him swear loudly. Your ruined orgasm from earlier had begun to come back with a new vengeance, hitting you just as rapidly as his thrusts.
“D-dabi, gonna- ah, gonna cum,” you warned him, barely getting the words out between your moans.
“Yeah? Knew you would, slut. Go on. Cum on my cock.”
Fuck, you forgot how much his words always affected you. Immediately the coil in your belly snapped, your orgasm hitting you so hard you saw white.
You barely registered his moans about how tight you were while you came, only aware of the pleasure consuming you and the fact that he did. Not. Stop.
Your orgasm had only spurred him on more, rutting his cock into you impossibly faster. The overstimulation had you sobbing, your body giving up and going completely limp. The only thing keeping you up was his hands on your waist as you drooled and cried on the kitchen floor.
The slump of your body forced him to readjust, the new angle causing him to batter into that squishy spot inside of you, hitting it with every thrust.
The angle of his cock threw you into hysterics, the stimulation was too much. Your body automatically tried for an escape, but you weren’t going anywhere. You were too tired and he was too strong. You screamed and cried your way through another orgasm, hands grappling for purchase against the hard floor so roughly that you almost broke a nail.
Somehow through the haze in your brain, his words registered to you and you felt panic rising through your chest. He never came inside you before and you weren’t on birth control. You felt fresh tears prick your eyes at the thought of him filling you up, you can’t get pregnant, you can’t, you can’t!
“Wait! Wait, wait! Dabi no, not inside, not inside!” If he heard you, he pretended not to, his head thrown back as his hips lost all rhythm, a loud groan leaving his lips as he finally reached his peak.
You felt his dick twitch inside you as he came, searing hot cum shooting inside you. It burned, it burned so bad, and yet the warmth inside you and the stutter of his hips had you cumming yet again, still babbling your protests even as you came all over his cock for the third time.
His hips slowed but didn’t stop, and he ground his cock into you with a few more harch thrusts, fucking his cum back up into you.
After a moment he collapsed on top of you, effectively crushing you into the ground as you struggled to breathe. He stayed inside you, keeping his cum in your pussy with the weight of his cock.
You were beyond exhausted, and you felt your consciousness starting to slip away. It didn’t matter he still hadn’t pulled out, or that his cum still filled your hole, even though you wanted to kick and scream and cry.
Your vision started to blur, eyes slipping shut against your own will. You couldn’t stay awake.
Vaguely you registered more of that breathy laugh against your ear as you fought for consciousness.
“You fallin’ asleep? That's fine, I don't need you awake for round two~” Dabi’s raspy voice was the last thing you heard before everything went black.
happy birthday to the loml dabi god i wish he was on top of me.
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Warnings: semi-public sex, hotel sex, sex with someone else sleeping in the room, titty worship, raw sex, creampies, squirting
A/N: Baby boy is backkkkkk _:(´ཀ`」 ∠): since I feel like I’ve forgotten how to write smut… here is a smut imagine :D
Word count: 1.7k
“Y-yuta~”
Your back is arching into him, hand slapping over your mouth to try and suppress your whimpers. Your boyfriend isn’t listening to your quiet pleas, his head under your shirt, his lips wrapped around one of your nipples.
His only response is stopping his sucking to bite instead, earning a sharp cry from your lips that you quickly try and smother. Beside you, the bed is rustling as Inumaki tosses and turns in his sleep.
Not even a vacation with long time friends in a shared hotel room with two beds would stop Yuta from having his way with you. So long as you kept quiet…
“Yuta please…” you begging him, tone soft but labored as his hand tightened its grip on your side. Still, he didn’t respond, mouth far too preoccupied to speak.
You could only imagine the mess he was making, littering your skin in bruises and saliva to make you his. He’s always adored your breasts, both in the sexual and non-sexual sense. Sometimes he just needed to hold them, other times he needed to fuck them.
You never complained, not when he worshiped you the way he did… the way he was right now.
You could feel your eyes threatening to roll back, his tongue flicking at the sensitive bud as his thigh pressed further to your covered cunt. You were soaked, Yuta could feel the dampness through your night shorts as they pressed into his bare thigh.
Yuta left your breast alone, kissing the bruises he left before turning his head to the one he had been neglecting. It sent a whole new wave of pleasure through you, hand pressing to your mouth tighter as you couldn’t contain your whine.
He nipped at your skin, just hard enough to leave teeth indents that would turn into pretty bruises.
Your hips jerked as he bite down on your nipple, pain and pleasure making you clench around nothing. Your cunt dragged along his thigh, too many layers separating you to gain any real satisfaction from the friction.
“A-at least fuck me, Yuta.” You begged him, hand slotting back over your mouth as he sucked your neglected nipple. Still, you were left with no response, nothing but his hips jerking against your abdomen told you that he had heard your quiet plea.
You felt him, hard and heavy resting on your abdomen, straining in his briefs. If it weren’t for the sheer amount of body heat from being under the covers, you’d have been able to to feel the wet patch forming on the front of him.
Yuta indulged himself further, practically moaning as his hips rolled against you. “N-not fair.” You breathed, one of your hands coming down to rest on top of his head, not able to reach his hair since he was protected by your shirt. “So hot… Yuta I’m hot…”
You knew it was useless, he wasn’t going to stop anything he was doing until he was good and ready.
You could feel it though, your skin was starting to turn slick with sweat. So was Yuta’s, but that didn’t seem to phase him at all. Not when he was lathering your breast with his tongue and whining as he rut his hips against your abdomen.
So needy yet so controlling.
It was a dizzying mix, being completely at his mercy.
Your hips rolled against his thigh, trying to create some sort of relief since he was purposely ignoring you. Three rolls of your hips and Yuta’s grip was tightened, stopping you from moving all together as he released your nipple with a soft pop.
“So fucking needy.”
He practically seethed, pulling his head out from under your shirt to glare at you. “M-me?” You whisper yelled, face warm from anger and need. “Yes you.” Yuta shot back, the anger on his face didn’t concern you.
Not when you could feel his cock twitching.
“We’re both needy, you’re just mean, Yuta.” Your lip wobbled, head turning to look at the other hotel bed. Inumaki had seemed to settle into a deep sleep, back facing the two of you.
“Eyes on me.”
You shivered involuntarily, head turning back to face Yuta in record time. “If I fuck you, you need to keep quiet.” You nodded eagerly, but Yuta wasn’t satisfied.
“Promise me you’ll stay quiet.” You felt your breathing stop, taking a moment to start again as you quietly whispered “I promise.” Yuta still seemed skeptical.
“I still don’t believe you.” He mumbled as he began pulling down his briefs, just enough for his cock to spring free. “Yuta I mean it.” You whined, hands rushing to yank your sleep shorts and panties off for him.
“You’re never quiet, pretty girl.” Warmth flooded you, causing you to suck your lip between your teeth as your hips raised. Yuta helped you despite scolding you, tossing the two clothing items off to the side.
“If you can’t stay quiet, I’ll stop.”
You nodded, taking your vow to silence literally as his fist wrapped around his cock. Your legs spread further to accommodate him, cunt throbbing with the desire for him to be inside of you.
“Tell me you understand, pretty girl.”
He froze just as he positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you further by prolonging what you needed. “I understand, Yuta.” And he pressed in, watching your mouth fall open as your chest rose and froze.
You were good, holding in the moan that was threatening to burst your lungs as he sunk deep. Your cunt had no resistance, swallowing his cock whole as he bottomed out inside of your tight heat. “Good girl.” He groaned.
Your hands found their way to his biceps, nails digging into his muscles as your legs locked around his hips. You managed to exhale the breath you had been holding, barely making a noise louder than a pant.
Yuta wasted no time, hips drawing back and snapping forward. Your head fell back against the pillow, mouth open as a quiet gasp left you. He was focused, head dipping down to watch where he appeared and disappeared inside of you.
Never mind being mindful of the noises you were making, Yuta had to be mindful of the noises your bodies made. Anything louder than the squelching and bed creaking and he was certain Inumaki would be waking up.
But it was hard to be rational when your cunt was suctioning to him, velvety walls begging to milk him for all he was worth. He’d give it to you, no questions asked.
Every drag of his cock had you arching, scratching at his biceps as sweat dripped down your brow. You couldn’t think straight, breath catching in your lungs every few thrusts as you tried to ignore the urge to scream his name. “K-kiss me.” You managed to choke out.
It certainly wasn’t a whisper, the rustling in the bed over confirmed that. Yuta dropped lower, practically draping his body over you, hips rolling slowly rather than thrusting as he slotted his lips over yours.
Still, he was listening, silently praying Inumaki wouldn’t wake up because dammit he was certain he wouldn’t be able to stop fucking you even if he did.
“Y-Yuta-“ it was muffled, swallowed whole by his tongue slipping past your lips. You gave in, nearly melting into the mattress from his weight settling on you, the close proximity causing his pubic bone to brush your clit.
You felt it then, molten hot arousal pooling in your gut as he offered to the slightest bit of relief.
Yuta pulled away, saliva keeping your lips connected. “You have to be quiet, pretty girl. He almost woke up.” You nodded, eyes so bleary and lips so swollen that he couldn’t bring himself to really scold you.
Yuta found his pace again, hips smacking into yours and creating a soft slap that was just barely muffled by the hotel comforter. He was struggling to contain his own noises as your cunt clenched around him, one of your hands falling away from his bicep to sneak between you.
“Rub your clit for me, pretty girl. Make yourself cum on my cock.” It was a whisper but it seemed to echo off the walls of your skull, rendering you completely speechless.
You did as he asked, hand slipped down to feel your soaked cunt, rubbing your clit in face circles as Yuta’s cock stroked your sweet spot. “Make yourself cum on my cock, please. You know how much I love that.”
You nodded, mouth hanging open as breathless pants slipped past. They were quiet enough to not wake Inumaki but if anyone were to enter the room, it would be painfully obvious what was happening.
Yuta watched you, eyes torn between watching your tits bounce with each thrust and watching where his cock kept disappearing inside of you. It was utterly entrancing, making him gasp as his cock twitched violently within your walls.
“I’m gonna cum, pretty girl. Cum with me please.”
His voice cracked, face sweaty and flushed as he begged you so sweetly. It sent electricity straight down your spine, clit throbbing as your orgasm built. The thrusts got harder, a little sloppier… and louder.
Not that Yuta could care in that moment, he seemed to forget everything he had been drilling in your head as he moaned your name. You whined, eyes widening at the volume of his voice as your walls clenched again.
You were close, fueled by the feeling of his cock twitching deep inside of you. “Cum with me, please.”
Breathless, you nodded, head falling back as you brought yourself over the edge just as Yuta did. His hips stuttering before burying deep, pushing against your cervix as he spilled his load in you.
You had barely registered the warm gush that flooded between your thighs, not until Yuta collapsed on top of you. “Fuck.” You offered weakly, feeling the dampness on the sheets below accompanied by your sweaty skin.
“We made a mess.” Yuta’s tone was sheepish, vibrating your neck as he spoke into it. “It definitely reeks of sex in here too…” you felt your face burning, realizing there wasn’t any windows open to allow ventilation.
“He’ll figure it out regardless.” Yuta sounded defeated but you could feel a smile on his face. “I’ll take the blame… since I’m the one who can’t resist your breasts.”
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