Yes!! This Exact Vibe!! And Same Kuroo Has Been My Fave Too, Almost Immediately After Seeing Him Holy

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Shiny New Toy

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: You see Dabi and decide that you want a shiny new toy. As a treat.

Pairing: Dabi/F! Reader

Content Warning: Non-con/Dub-Con, Kidnapping, Dabi is the victim, Yandere/Stalker Reader, Smut, Lingerie, Praise Kink, Body Worship, Submissive Top Dabi, Power Bottom Reader, Noncon Bondage

Word Count: 2.8k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: Idk man, I just wanna snatch him up & love him :(

My Masterlist

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The first time you see him, you're captivated.

Maybe it's his unique looks or maybe it's that bird quirk gene from somewhere in your family tree, comparing the swaths of dark purple scars and pretty, glittering staples to patterns and plumage.

But either way, the patterns of his scars along pale skin are a mosaic, the staples holding him together are pretty, shining in the glow of the azure flames that dance like life itself in his matching eyes beneath midnight hair, his smile wide and sharp and bright.

He's so very bright. Like the sun, like the stars, like life.

He's so very dangerous. Like a tiger, like a snake, like a dragon.

He's so very beautiful. Like fire, like the belladonna, like a supernova.

And you know, in that moment, that you have to have him.

*****

It's almost pathetically easy.

All you had to do was go to the bar he frequents, bat your eyes in his direction, and he's all over you.

And though that's nice and all, you know men are fickle creatures, and you know all he wants is someone to fuck for the night and never see again.

You can't have that now, could you?

No, of course not.

He's yours, he just doesn't know it yet.

Though, he will.

He will.

He will know it, and he will accept it, and if he doesn't yet, he'll learn.

He easily follows you back to your house, not caring all that much because really, what could you do to him?

Apparently, injecting him with a fast acting quirk supressant laced with tranquilizer as soon as he enters the door wasn't on his list.

The last thing Dabi sees as he passes out is your hauntingly sweet smile.

*****

After a bit of struggle, because you underestimated how much a tall, grown man would weigh, you finally have him tied to the big, comfy bed in his new room in your basement.

Hands tied on either side of his head to the headboard, his ankles secured just enough so he wont be able to kick, but loose enough to bend his knees, he lays stripped down to his boxers.

Gorgeous.

He looks rather peaceful asleep, face relaxed and hair splayed out like a dark halo on the soft pillow below him.

With your time almost up, you strip down to your underwear, the black lingerie you bought especially for him sits soft against your skin. The intricate lace delicate, the fabric perfectly molding to your body, sculpting your curves while enhancing your natural shape; the bit of sheerness to the bra showing your nipples.

You look delectable and you know it.

The soft rustle of the sheets and a quiet groan brings your attention back to the bed. Seeing Dabi waking up, you sit beside him on his right, legs crossed as you push the hair out of his face where it fell from his movement.

Pretty blue eyes blink open sluggishly at first before snapping open, immediately tugging at his restraints and pulling on his quirk, but all that does is rub at his wrists and make his skin pleasantly heated, like he simply has a bad fever. Molten blue glare at you as he snarls, "Where the fuck am I?!"

Dabi is confused. He's pretty sure you're not with the heroes, this wouldn't be how they restrained him, but he also doubts some other upstart villain group is stupid enough to even attempt to pull this shit, so he needs answers.

You smile sweetly at him, like one would a barking puppy, as you run a finger down his cheek, along his jaw to his chin, tilting his head up to hold him in place. "Your new home."

His expression shifts from angry confusion to amused confusion. Though he is still angry, he's curious to see how this plays out.

Humouring you, he asks, "And what the fuck makes you think I'm staying here?"

"Well, you don't exactly have a choice, hm?" You lean down, chest pressing against his, trailing your lips up his throat to his jaw, muttering into the scarred skin. "No quirk, tied up like a present just for me, and no one knows where you are? I get to have you all to myself." Your voice is a purr in his ear as you nose at his neck.

He schools his face into a mask of indifference, "And what do ya want with me, huh?" he asks condescendingly.

You pull back to look at him, amused, because even through the adorable facade of fearlessness, you can see the nervousness in the sweat beading at his brow, the shifting of his eyes, can hear it in his voice and the beat of his heart.

Humming, you gesture to yourself clad in lace. "Isn't it obvious, baby?" At his silent glare, you cup his cheek and coo, "I just want you, silly."

"Ah, of course, you're fuckin' insane." He scoffs, rolling his eyes.

You giggle, because, well, obviously.

You decided that the perfect one for you is one of the most wanted villains.

Obviously.

At his bewildered look, you just smile and slowly drag your hand from his cheek down his throat and chest, familiarizing yourself with the feel of his skin, as you purr, "Maybe. But I do want you.", before gripping his cock through his boxers, making him jerk. "All of you."

A pause.

"Oh?"

Your little darling is already getting excited.

How adorable.

A sly smile spreads across your face as you feel him hot and heavy in your palm, not fully hard yet but getting there.

Palming at his clothed cock, coaxing him to hardness, you coo, "Now what's got you this excited already, hm? Is it seeing me like this, or being tied up?" You can't help but tease him, and oh what a treat the result of that teasing is.

He grits his teeth, turning away in embarrassment, though it did nothing to hide the sweet blush on the healthy skin of his cheeks.

"Aww, don't be shy. I'll even help you with it. Aren't I generous?" You giggle, freeing his now fully hard dick from its confines.

He lets out a hiss as the cool air meets his hot flesh as you bite your lip and supress a shudder at the sight of him.

About seven inches long, deliciously thick and curved, hard and flushed a pretty pink...Yes, this would do nicely.

Truly the perfect choice.

"Sure, so fuckin' generous. Look, I don't fuck crazy. So—" He sneers, but you cut him off, running your thumb over the head and smirking lopsidedly at the way Dabi's hips jolt and the words catch in his throat.

"I'm crazy for wanting you? Don't be like that baby." You know damn well what he means but, well, it's fun to tease him.

"You're fuckin' crazy for tyin' me up in your basement, you psycho bitch!" He spits, glaring, as though he isn't thoroughly trapped and painfully hard; and though he tries to pretend he isn't, he can't hide it, his dick and eyes both betraying him.

You just hum dismissively before making a show of leaning down to press a kiss to his cockhead, before lolling your tongue out, letting your saliva drip down onto his erection, and spreading it; coating his shaft with it for an easier slide.

Dabi groans, bucking up into your touch as you squeeze gently, twisting your wrist.

"There you go," you coo, your tone equal parts fond and patronizing. "Isn't that better, sweet thing? No need to kick up a fuss..." Dabi snarls and tries to jerk his hips away, but you just giggle softly.

And then, like the psycho bitch you are, you pull out a fucking knife.

He freezes at the sight of the sharp blade, staying completely still as you slowly cut his boxers off, the knife only a few inches from his skin. He's careful not to struggle or even breathe until you're done.

Breathing a heavy sigh of relief when the knife is set aside along with the scraps of his underwear, he glares when you chuckle under your breath, before his breath hitches as you grip him again.

You stare directly into his eyes as you stroke his length, murmuring softly, "Such a pretty cock."

Dabi moans at the praise, eyes slipping shut, twitching in your grasp, before he chokes back his sounds, and stills his hips; nails digging into his palm as he clenches his fists, biting his lip to muffle his noises.

And that just won't do.

"No, no, baby, I wanna hear you." You breathe. "You're so pretty baby, you know that, don't you?"

His expression contorts, brows furrowing as his hips give an involuntary jerk; a pearl of precum beading at the tip of his cock and he barks out a harsh laugh.

"So you're crazy and blind. What, you gonna say I'm not scary either?" He says sarcastically, jaw clenching.

"Scary? Fuck, you're perfect, sweetheart..." you murmur, cupping his face in your left hand, thumb caressing his cheekbone.

He ignores you, wanting to light you up with his flames, see if you can still spout your bullshit while you're burning alive. You're just another psycho who doesn't know what you got yourself into.

You pout, "Look at me, baby, please? Let me see those pretty eyes, hm?", all while your hand languidly pumps him.

Dabi squirms under your touch, knowing he should want to escape from the pleasure, but rolls his hips up into your fist instead and complies, eyes slowly peeling open.

You should be terrified of him, with his looks and reputation, with the inherent danger that he is.

And yet, you're staring at him like he's the most beautiful thing you've ever set your sights on.

His eyes are glassy and hazy and gorgeous. You smile and can't help yourself, leaning in to press a kiss to his mismatched lips, muttering, "Good boy."

Dabi whimpers against you, and you swallow it, moaning into his mouth before pulling back and releasing your hold on him.

You can't take it anymore.

He lets out a bitten off whine, but you just kiss him again before you move to swing your legs over his hips, straddling him.

You slowly rock against his hot length, the texture of the patterned lace of your panties rubbing against him making him curse as his hips twitch up.

Leaning down, you whisper in his ear, voice a purr, "You're gonna be a good boy for me and let me make you feel good, aren't you? Make me feel good, hm? "

"Fuck, yes, just let me fuck you already." He pleads, almost whining and you sigh happily at how obedient he is for you.

Though his manners could use some work, it can wait for another day.

Sitting up, you pull your panties to the side, lining up the thick head of his dick to your hole, before sinking down, inch by delicious inch, deliberately, slowly impaling yourself on his fat cock.

You moan in delight as you feel the sweet, accommodating stretch of your tight cunt, the preparation you did earlier almost not enough as he fills you up; Dabi lets out a choked groan as your tight, wet heat wraps around him like a vice.

Closing your eyes, you take a moment to get used to it, to savour it, knowing you're already addicted; shivering and clenching down as you take deep breaths, listening to Dabi struggle to do the same. Bracing yourself with your hands on his shoulders, your wiggle your hips in an attempt to find the best angle.

"Fuck." Dabi bites out, breathless and strangled as you sigh happily, sliding a hand up and tugging the man's head back gently to kiss at his scarred neck.

"Mm, there we go, that's it..." you mumble against him, shifting up and down in experimental little bounces as your thumbs rub soothingly into the villain's shoulders when his breathing picks up.

You feel almost high off of the feeling of Dabi inside you, hard and deep and hot. The thought that one of the most powerful, dangerous and wanted villains in Japan, tied up and at your mercy; panting and achingly hard in bed on his back, because of you, sends a surge of smug pride through you, right alongside the burning arousal.

Your head lolls a bit as you search for the perfect angle and speed, breathing beginning to speed up. The sharp jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine tells you exactly when you find it, making you let out a shaky moan as you slam yourself back down to repeat the motion.

"Fuck, right—ahn—right there." You whine, blissed out.

Your pace, though a little fast, is deliberate and even, your expression content and your breathing unsteady at the heady sensation of Dabi's cock fucking into you, dragging against your insides and stretching you so perfectly.

"Shit, you—" whatever Dabi was about to say is cut off with a strangled hiss as he throws his head back with a moan.

You let out a noise between a pleased hum and a soft giggle, as you lean in to drag your tongue up the man's throat just to feel him shiver.

"Mm, you feel so good baby, so fucking good.", you mumble into his neck, before surging up to capture his lips in a searing kiss and Dabi doesn't even hesitate to return it. You moan happily into the kiss, pace faltering a bit as you get caught up in it.

You devour him eagerly, swirling your tongues together and exploring every inch of his mouth. He tastes like whiskey, smoke and something sweet, and you can't help but smile into the kiss and savour his flavour, knowing you're already addicted to that too.

Clenchimg around him, you roll your hips sinfully, swallowing the delicious whine Dabi lets out when you nip at his bottom lip, his hips jerking up as his hands twitch and clench where they're restrained.

Speeding up, panting, you whisper against his lips, "Look at you, you're so perfect, you're gorgeous ..."

"Shut up—" Dabi chokes out, almost whining, turning away, eyes clenched.

You just hum, giving him another, softer kiss. "I can't help it, you just look so—", you lift yourself up  before slamming right back down,"perfect."

Dabi jolts, squeezing his eyes shut. You bite your lip to supress a giggle at that, leaning back to prop yourself up with your hand on the bed behind you, giving you a better angle to roll your hips and grind Dabi's cock against your sweet spot; your free hand pressing two fingertips to your neglected clit, rubbing in quick circles, making you moan and pant.

You let your head fall back as your eyes slip shut involuntarily, before you force them back open to take in the vision that is Dabi beneath you.

A shiver runs through you at the look in Dabi's eyes, hot and hungry and sinful, glazed over with lust, and you can tell he's close, because he's fucking up into you seemingly unknowingly, mumbling a string of filth under his breath.

And you want nothing more in that moment than to see him come undone by you.

You note every twitch he gives against and inside you, every little sound and shudder.

"Dabi, Dabi, Dabi," you chant, speeding up your hips and fingers; your body alight with the pleasure of not only the feel of him, but the sight of him. "Show me, show me, baby, wanna see it, wanna see you cum for me—" your voice is shaky with your lust, eyes lidded and trained on him.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, I—" he manages, his words shaky and uneven, voice husky and cracking, thrusts sloppy and deep.

"Yes—ahn— fuck yes, baby, fill me up." You whine, clenching around him, coaxing him to flood your insides.

Dabi cums with a full body shudder, writhing beneath you, his hands clenched in a tight fist as he pulls against his restraints, groaning, almost sobbing, eyes squeezed shut, as he fills you up with his hot cum; and you continue to ride him, even as your own orgasm washes over you, mind whiting out in ecstasy, clamping down on him, milking him, until he begins to gasp and shudder in overstimulation.

Finally, you slow to a stop, letting you both catch your breaths.

You can't help but smile at how beautifully debaunched he looks under you, and you cup his cheek. Your smile widens when he automatically leans into your touch, nuzzling into the your palm.

Dabi is....conflicted. On one hand, he knows you're batshit insane. On the other, you want him, you feel good, and if he's being honest with himself, you're fucking hot.

He looks up at you, seeing the pure adoration on your face and he.....doesn't feel like burning and killing you anymore....

Maybe if he did, he would've been able to actually escape you.

Maybe.

But he didn't, so now...well...

He's all yours.

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'he would not fucking say that' maybe he would if he knew he was starring in his very own porn fic for the sole purpose of delighting some freaks on archive of our own dot org. maybe he'd play it up for the cameras. ever consider that

You honestly didn't know when this became a routine habit.

You couldn't complain really.

Not with you bent over your work desk as The Infamous Villain Dabi pounding hard and deep into your pussy while he watches the latest news report.

In between the ancers voices becoming back round noises to your ears, you began to notice Dabi's grip on your hair or your hips would tighten and tug harsher, if The Hero Endeavor was on screen or mentioned.

Peaking over your shoulder always makes you shiver and your inside clench from the stone cold, blood chilling, murderous and unbound, seething hatred your boyfriend was giving Japan's Number Two Hero.

He notices, of course, he does.

Dabi tears his bright azure gaze away from the screen to pier down at you. His scarred, burnt and stapled mouth stretched into a wicked sinful and wolfish grin. "I feel that, doll." He teases, slowing his thrusts into an agonizing slower pace, making you feel every inch of his hard, throbbing dick as he rolls his hips.

You... You can't get off like this.

He's waiting for you to beg, plead for him to pick up the pace, use your dripping wet and arching cunt as his own personal stress reliever.

You didn't give a damn, if he hate fucks you.

It slipped out, the needy whine from the back of your throat as you pout. "Why did you stop, jackass?"

You were such a brat. If you weren't his girlfriend you knew Dabi couldn't have been so nice or forgiving, well, as nice and forgiving as most villains of you'd insulted them while balls deep.

Instead of lashing out in anger, he laughs. Dark and deep, menacing. It makes your nails and toes curl, heat pool between your thighs and wiggle underneath him.

"That's not how you ask nicely, now is it, Y/n?" Dabi purrs, feral and smug grin tugging wider. "C'mon on, baby. Tell daddy what you want?" Pulling his hips back just enough for the tip to kiss your entrance and shoving himself back in, harsh and fast to knock the breath from your lungs and completely halting. "It's my birthday," he pouts and adds on the dramatic effect. " You said I could fuck you wherever and however I want." He sighed. "Are you taking it back? How heartless of you baby."

Oh, this sadistic, two-faced mother fucker.

Is he fucking serious right now? He's got you pinned underneath him, he's fully in control and he's trying to play the victim card? No, oh hell no, fuck that. "I expected a birthday blowjob, fucking my brains out on every surface of my apartment and you want to watch the fucking news? What? Are you a secret Endeavor fanboy or something, Dabi?" You sassed back, scoffing.

You knew he wasn't. You knew you were pushing it. Playing at his own game just to rial him up.

It was stupid. It was childish and it worked.

His expression faltered, completely blank, mismatched lips formed into a firm line. Jaw clenched, muscles straightening, hard and tight as his hand left your hair and landed directly onto your hip, possessive and bruising. "I dare you to say that again, doll?' A warning growl leaves his burnt vocal cords, his long black dyed locks covered his vision, but you saw it. The raging inferno of fury and unbridled rage in his deep, bright turquoise gaze.

Your breath hitched and you shivered, heart rate thudded hard in your chest and echoing in your ears as your insides tightened again causing Dabi's cock to twitch and grunt in response. Mouth going dry as you swallow thickly, then a teasing smug shit eating grin formed on your plump and smeared, kiss swollen lips.

"Endeavor fanboy that's what you are Dabi. A copy cat, chasing after a phantom, stalking the shadows. His twisted, fucked up, fanboy." You threw your head back and barked out a mocking laugh.

He knew you were right.

You knew he'd make you regret those words, the true hurts. It's a bitch and a hard assed slap to the face.

He didn't like that. Not one bit.

Dabi remained silent.

You feared you took your teasing too far. Worry softening your expression when you noticed Dabi was shaking, visible shaking. Did you hurt his feelings? Was he so angry he couldn't speak?

You opened your mouth to apologize when fits of giggled and snickers left his lips, his voice growing higher and louder as he threw his head back, full blown mad cackling and mirth.

"Fucking hell, baby you are completely right." His shoulders still shook as he covered his eyes with the palm of his hand as you blinked at him. "I have been selfish and unfair to you." He chuckled, wiping a bloody tear from his eyes and met your dumbfounded gaze. "I see now, my baby wants to hog all my attention."

"What?" You asked. "I just wanted to-" he cut you off.

"Hate fuck you, yeah, I get it." His expression softening as he pulled out and turned you over, shoving you on top of your work desk, picked up the remote and turning off the TV. "If you wanted me all to yourself. You should have said so." He cupped your cheek, closing the gap and kissed you roughly and filled with hunger, tilting his head and biting down on your lower lip to deepen the kiss.

You welcomed him, wrapped your arms around his shoulders and spread your thighs wider, completely open for him. "Please, daddy..." You whispered. "Fuck me like the good little cock slut I am for you." You moan in between kisses, trailing your fingers into the nape of his neck as he peppered your jaw and neck with love bites and feather light kisses as a long, breathy groan left his throat.

"Goddamn, baby, I love it when you talk dirty." He met your eyes, tilting his head. "But first you owe me a little something dontcha?"

You sighed. "I'm sorry." You meant it.

You were rewarded with an appreciative hum. "Again." He spit into his hand, rubbing and fisting his length,, palming himself hard and grunting. "Apologize like ya mean it gorgeous."

You nodded your head, trailing your hand to your swollen, puffy, aching and neglected clit. Rubbing small and hard circles, your hips jerk and buckle on reflex, breath hitching. "I'm sorry, daddy. Please, oh please, put him back in."

"Him?" He teased, raising a brow. "Him who, baby?"

Teasing little shit.

"Your hard cock, daddy." You whined, cheeks reddened as your nipples grew hard and your insides clenched around nothing, feeling so empty. "Dabi, my Dabi."

His cheeky smug smirk returned, "Good girl." He purred, rubbing the leaking, hard and pierced swollen tip against your slick folds and pushing him hips forward. "Here's your reward," he groans, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he feeds his cock, piercings and all into your wet, warm and soaking wet walls, "Fuck... She's squeezing me so goddamn tight."

You weren't fairing any better, tilting your head back and letting out a sinful and debaucherous, wonton moan. Your fingers halted their movement. This was what you wanted. His attention, focus soles on you. Not that fake hero, not the TV, just him all of him.

"Dabi.." you whispered, breathlessly. "Fuck me, please... I need you, baby." You sweetened your words like liquid honey and silk. Rocking your hips to push himself deeper, feeling that delicious and familiar stretch of his dick gliding into your gummy walls.

He met your pleading eyes. How could he say no and deny you? He couldn't. Didn't fucking dare.

He leaned down, heated hands grabbing your hips, whispered darkly. "Hold on to me, princess, it's going to be a hard, long and bumpy ride." His tone dripping with lust and the innuendo was on purpose, left lewd and hanging as he thrusts his hips hard, completely sinking home to the hilt, hips flushed against your own.

You tighten your arms and legs around his shoulders and waist, snug and tight, he wasn't leaving and you weren't going to let go. You laughed, shaking your head and kissed his neck, then bit down hard. "Fucking move already, dumbass."

Dabi shuddering and moaned, hips jerked, buckled into you.as he chuckled, mocking and teasing. "Yes, ma'am." He pulled out and back in, hard and fast, then again and again, and again. Setting a hard, unforgiving and ruthless pace, rutting into your cunt like an animal in heat, the wood and desk groaning and shaking, slamming into the wall.

You didn't give a flying fuck if you got complaints from the neighbors tomorrow, it's totally worth it, if Dabi was fucking your senseless and using your body like a flirty back alley whore.

You clawed into his back, bit him harder and moaned into his neck. Your thighs are shaking, the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing, the noises of your slick and juices leaking your dripping cunt as he pounded into your pussy made your face burn. "Good boy, my good fucking birthday boy," you moaned louder, praising him.

Dabi whimpered and gasped in your ear, rolling his hips and rutting harder, heated hands trailed to grip the meat of your ass in tight, thick handfuls, keading the flesh, bringing you closer. "I am." He whines, thighs quaked, he was close already and so where you.

Reaching between your legs, you worked your overly sensitive love button into overdrive, gasping and moaning. "Happy birthday, Dabi." You panted, insides fluttering and clenched down hard around him, trying to drain his cock and balls dry. "Best fuckin' cock in The League, mine all fuckin mine." The coil in your gut snapped as you came, letting go and screamed, creaming on his dick. "Fuck! I'm cumming, Dabi!"

"Me too, baby," Dabi grunts, gritting his teeth. "Take it, fuckin, take it all." A bolt of electricity shot up his spine as he felt his balls tighten and releasing, hot ropes of milky white cum inside you. "God fucking damn." He hissed between a pleasure moan and a gutteral growl, hips stuttering as his legs shook and nearly gave out. "Best fuckin' pussy, I swear to God." He rasps, through breathless chuckles and leaning his full body weight into you as you hold him, both panting, gasping and coming down from your post orgasmic high.

You giggle, running your fingers through his unkempt hair, caressing him and lightly dragging your nails into his scarred, stitched and stapled back, watching him hum in content and shiver. You leaned back and kissed his forehead, whispering again. "Happy birthday, baby."

"I want my cake now." He replies, chuckling as you smack his back. "What? I'm hungry."

"Spoiled, bratty, needy, baby, I swear." You rolled your eyes, smiling. "It's in the fridge. It's your favorite strawberry shortcake."

"Thank you, doll." He whispered, capturing his mouth again and pulling out slowly, grabbing the tissue box that had fallen into the floor and handed you some while he cleaned himself and redressed.

You cleaned up, redressed, washed your hands, and pulled out the cake and a few presents. "Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to Touya," you sang softly, smiling, "Happy birthday to you."

Dabi shook his head and blew out the candles. "You really did have to you know." He muttered, shyly. A hint of pink darkening his pale, normal part of his cheeks.

"I wanted to baby." You smile sweetly, taking out the candles and cutting a big slice, putting it on a paper plate and handing it to him, and then a piece for yourself. "Besides who doesn't want cake and sex on their birthday?"

"Fair point." He grins, digging into his cake and humming. Burning, bright ocean blues flickering back to you. "I'm not done with you yet." He muttered in between chewing and swallowing, lips curling. "You aren't forgiven so easily for that bastard comment."

Of course , he ain't gonna let it go.

You blushed harder, nearly choking. "Dammit, I was hoping you'd let it slide."

He shook his head, "Hell no. Who do you take me for All Might?" He scoffs, shoving more cake into his mouth, licking the fork clean, knowing you are watching. "Fucking hell no, naughty bitches deserves a good spanking."

You gulp, swallowing your cake and hated how excited you got. Your thighs clenching and pressing together underneath his intense and heated stare. "Promise?" You muttering, hesitantly.

Dabi pulls the fork away, devilish and Cheshire cat smiles on his face as he leans his head against his palm. "Always Y/n, always for you."

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💙 Happy birthday, Dabi! 💙🍰🎉 I know I'm late 😅 Whoop. Take my love dammit!

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Hnnngggg he's so mf finnneeeee

Chapter 254 - More of a Hero than Anyone

T I D D I E S

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Afterlife

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