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chaepink · 11 months
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ok hear me outttt-
goth or emo!dabi x old rich!fem!reader highschool or collage au
were dabi has been simping over rich girl reader over here since the first day of class and has been trying to date out ever since, like he would try stuff like flirt with you in the hallways, puts his number on you phone (hes been stalking you🤭) gives you the most chocolate on valentines day all that stuff
and reader is aware of this and finally dates him with an extra reward~
kinks to add here : BDSM, yandere themes, dumbification, sugarmommy and sugar baby, dumbification
also old rich is an aesthetic search it on pinterest or tiktok
Yes I AM hearing you out 🤭
Dabi always trying to please the reader like buying them food when they forget to bring some to school, always running towards their last class (obviously he knows your schedule) so he could walk home with them, and weirdly knowing where their house was without the reader telling them it when he came over for the first time
He's a adorable puppy really. A stalker yes, but a puppy who could do nothing wrong
And since he stalks the reader, he knows that the reader is secretly into bdsm and rather likes being the one in control...
So the first time you two had sex, of course he immediately fell into the submissive role (as if he wasn't eventually going to anyways) and began whining, begging, and whimpering for your touch
All while you took the bait and gave him exactly what he wanted
In the end, you messed him up so much that he was covered in his own sweat, tears, and cum as red handprints covered his ass and inner thighs
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azareel-writes · 1 year
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spoiled (and deserving)
♡ omega dabi/gn!alpha reader (established relationship) ♡ sfw! domestic life + pre-heat nesting
everything clicks together when dabi sinks into a cloud of your pillows and clothes. barely ten seconds pass before he realizes what's going on. he's nesting. he's in pre-heat.
it shouldn't be a surprise given the positive turn his life has taken. he's fed well, sleeping through the night instead on hair trigger vigilance, and most importantly, you. now his body's functions are catching up with him.
the fuzzy dreamlike state he was in faded away. dabi blinks a few times at the unfamiliar angle he's laying at and — god damn it, he's rearranged the entire bedroom.
he climbs out of the nest to assess the damage to the whole room. spare sheets folded over the windows to darken the den; the full size bed was now shoved into the corner where your dresser was supposed to be, the walls making a nice semi-enclosed space. he can definitely get this done before you come back from work. …right?
the thought of tearing down his nest stirs up something in his stomach. part of him knows you wouldn't mind him indulging in his secondary gender. but what if you don't? what if you don't want him?
"babe?" your voice comes from the other side of the bedroom door, followed by three gentle knocks. "you okay in there? i smelled something burning."
the omega's hands reflexively cup the sides of his neck. his scent glands are damaged from his burns. it takes a lot for him to produce a scent and it had to be the worst kind.
dabi clears his throat before answering in a steady voice. "everything's fine!"
you're quiet for a pause. "i've been sitting in the kitchen listening to you shuffle around for about fifteen minutes." they've been home that long?!
the doorknob turns.
he moves to intercept you but you're just a bit faster. the door opens and you stick your head in.
"um... where's the be— oh." you peek around dabi and the door. he wants to crawl into the nest and disappear.
you reach up and cup his face in your hands. like the lovesick fool he is, he leans into you. your lips curve into a smile. "so this is what you were doing?" you give him a gentle peck on the lips. "let's get you to the nest, yeah? you look you need it."
he nods and lets you guide him back to the nest. his body sinks into the blankets. safe, happy, good.
you slip the cardigan off your shoulders — your favorite, the one you wear all the time —and drape it over him.
"can i lay down in your nest?" you ask. his face heats up.
"it's yours too." he mumbles.
you slide in and gather his lanky body in your arms. the nest is a perfect fit for the both of you. you drag your hand through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp. dabi melts with each stroke, pulling him further into sleep, saturated in the smell of dark chocolate, in the scent of alpha-mate and home.
on the precipice of sleep, he hears you whisper,
"i hope you know you're gonna get absolutely spoiled rotten." your chest moves with a soft giggle. "so be prepared, okay? you deserve it, dabi."
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dabisqueen · 2 years
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hopefully this helps with inspiration <3 best of luck and take care of yourself!
Akakwjsbsbwnsjj
Whaaaaa..... omg, I'm in love. Yesssss...
Who else wants Dabi wrapped up like this, ready to take anything you offer him?
Raise your hand!
🤚
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plaguechyld · 29 days
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Your hands are pressing his to the mattress so possessively...
It's sinful how loud he moans when you stop him from grabbing onto you, pinning his scrambling and twitching hands to the soft sheets of the bed he was being fucked so mercilessly on.
"Pl- Pleasheee!~" he cries out for you and calls your name soon after. His voice is broken, desperate and a clear representation of his debauched self.
The many hours he had spent under your body, receiving the mind breaking pleasure that you had to offer him had already turned his pretty little head to mush.
Oh, but he should've known better, right? Known better than to flirt with that whore at the bar. But he just couldn't get enough of your jealously filled roughness. It was truly divine, pushing his body well past its limits.
"Hic- 'm SORRY!!~♡ Re-really am- HNGH~" his voice is breaking, it's pitch is so high and whiny as he pleads for a break, for you to slow down. But he knows he doesn't really want that, he wants to be fucked brainless, turned into a stupid little slut, your stupid little slut.
Your thrusts continued their harsh pace, bullying your darling's hole just right. You kept hitting the poor thing's bruised and throbbing prostate, driving him to orgasm for the nth time that night. But.. did you give him permission? No, you didn't.
"Wuh-wait! No 'm sorry- pleashe forgive m-me! AHN!-" his little babbling apology is cut short by yet another hard thrust and another mean bite to his already tender neck. He's biting his lip as you squeeze his pretty hands tighter and pin his body down with an even firmer grip.
No matter how much the pretty thing pleads for you to stop he never uses his safe-word, only screaming out your name like its going to make you forgive him. Well.. you already have forgiven him, but were you going to pass up the opportunity to have your baby crying and begging? No, you weren't. So he's just going to have to take it for a while longer.. ♡
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KAEYA, CHILDE, dottore, kaveh, boothill, DOUMA, sunday, DAZAI, NIKOLAI, zhongli, HAWKS, wriothesley, alhaitham, dabi, dan heng, jing yuan, AVENTURINE, dr. ratio, your favs...
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demovamp · 3 months
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mmm... thinking of a pretty boy having his throat used as a fleshlight... because he kept talking and needed to be quiet... now he's just whimpering the more your dick is pushed into his throat...
cum down his throat and make him swallow it all... slowly pulling out as your leaking cock slips against his puffy lips... tear streaks on his face as he starts panting for air...
giving him a small break, but putting your dick in his mouth again once he starts trying to talk...
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kissatoru · 3 months
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ughh i wanna put a bratty sub in his place so bad!! :((
i wanna make him think he’s got the upper hand until the last minute, to watch the look on his face when he realises that he’s been playing right into your hand the entire time; that every moment leading up to this was just a carefully calculated step in your plan. i want to see how he struggles to fight back once he does, how hard he tries to prove himself, not realising that if he was really the one in control, he wouldn’t need to prove it, would he? he’d just do it. yet here he is, scrambling for his place back in the driver’s seat that he was never truly in.
your giggles would interrupt him amidst his little speech, cutting off the empty bluffs and dirty promises that he could never even dream of keeping anyway; the way you’d chuckle behind a coy hand like you’ve got some little inside joke with yourself? it would make that fragile ego of his fucking quiver; make him feel confused and embarrassed and he would try to twist the situation back in his favour, of course he would, to try pretend he’s in on the inside joke... but the truth is he feels helpless. for the first time ever, it feels like he’s the one in the dark; he’s the clueless and defenseless one, the one who’s been caught in a trap he never saw coming.
but then again, how could he when you play the part of prey so well? when your innocent performance is so convincing — with your big glossy eyes and shyly averted gazes, your voice so sweet and unsuspecting, stumbling over filthy words like you’ve never even thought them before? what reason would someone like him have to fear a precious thing like you? he’s all chiselled muscle and tenacity, with the eyes of a wolf; you’re small compared to him, cute and soft and easy to overpower — and yet he still ends up beneath you because your presence alone harbours more power than he does in all those muscles he’s so proud of, and his resolve is weak as long as you know where he’s most sensitive and what words make him blush, and with enough patience and punishments, those wolf’s eyes will melt into a puppy’s every time.
and getting a man like him to submit — or better yet break — is no easy feat. he thought himself a dom before he met you and god, if there isn’t anything more rewarding, more wonderful than that; teaching him to bend to your will and seeing his inevitable downfall each and every time. no matter how many times or how far he goes to defy and provoke you, you both know that he will always return to his rightful place: beneath you and completely at your mercy.
EREN JAEGER, TOJI FUSHIGURO, TOUYA TODOROKI, MUZAN KIBUTSUJI, SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA
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airanke · 6 months
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THEY'RE PRAYING FOR THE DEATH OF A ROCKSTAR--
I am about to become THE most ANNOYING person--
Anyway I'm ✨obsessed✨ with PARANOIA and HEARTSTEEL, and I want more songs yesterday.
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l1tw1ck · 10 months
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Discipline
bottom!ftm dabi x top!masc reader
☆ Word Count: 993 ☆
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↳ [REQUEST] | AFAB Language Used
CW: Jealousy, Face Fucking, Cum Swallowing, Pussy Spanking, Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Creampie
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He’s doing it again. Getting all close to Shigaraki and acting like he isn't dating you. You're too far away to hear their conversation but with the way Dabi’s rubbing up against Shigaraki, you know they're not discussing anything innocent.
You stomp over to him and look down at the two villains. They both cower in your presence. Shigaraki realizes this is his que to leave and quickly walks out of the room.
“What is your problem? Do you realize that you're in a relationship?” You look at him with an expression he's never seen before. A mix of jealousy and anger. God, he’s so horny right now. “That was my last straw. Kneel.”
He’s equally terrified and interested to find out what you're going to do to him.
“Did you hear me, slut? Get on your fucking knees.”
Dabi falls to his knees. He’s never submitted to you before, it feels unnatural yet extremely arousing. You’re already taller than him but now that he’s kneeling, you're quite literally towering over him. He watches you unbuckle your belt and free your semi-hard cock.
“Open.” You order. He opens his mouth and lets you slide your cock inside. You grip his hair and start fucking his mouth. Dabi holds onto your legs for leverage, tears quickly falling down his cheeks as you treat him the way he’s been acting. Like a slut. He hasn’t cried in years and yet this almost has him sobbing. He can barely breath or focus on his thoughts, it hurts and his throat will definitely be sore after this. “You’re so much better like this..” You mutter. He’s finally quiet now, not acting like a spoiled brat. The only sounds he’s making are gagging noises and you much prefer that. Saliva drips down onto the floor in thick globs, he’s trying hard not to choke. You ram your cock down his throat vigorously, venting your anger out on him. He deserves it for acting the way he does.
“‘M gonna come, and you're gonna fucking swallow it, got it?” Your movements grow sloppy. You hear a muffled noise, assuming it's one of agreement. You shove yourself all the way inside of him and fill his mouth with your spend. Dabi tries his best to swallow all of it. You pull him off of you. Dabi coughs and breathes irregularly, trying to catch his breath. He looks up at you hazily, waiting for your next command.
“Get up.” You order. Dabi quickly gets up, almost falling over as he does so. You grab his arm and drag him to your bedroom. You throw him onto the bed and climb on after him. You quickly remove both of your clothes and spread his legs apart. Dabi expects you to fuck him but you have other plans. You rub his wet cunt almost lovingly before landing a harsh smack, startling Dabi. He lets out a moan, his pussy squeezing around nothing. You spank him repeatedly, abusing his poor, now swollen, pussy and feeling no remorse. His head is rolled back and he can't help but wish for more. Just a few more and he’ll come. But unfortunately for him, you stop.
You turn him around and raise his ass, sinking your thick length into his warmth. It hurts a little more than usual since he’s sore from the spanking but he loves the feeling even more because of that. You don't even give him a second to adjust before fucking him. His moans and wet slapping noises quickly fill the room.
“Sl- slow down~!” He rolls his eyes back. “Too much! ‘S too much~!”
You spank him. “Shut up, brat.” You ignore his whining. “You clearly didn’t care how I felt when you were flirting with Shigaraki so I don't care how you feel now.” You speed up. Dabi grips the sheets, letting out uncontrollable sounds. His throat is sore from before but he can't stop himself from moaning. You’re fucking him so roughly that his brain might just turn to mush. You convert all your anger into energy and use it to fuck the brat out of him. He doesn't even think to complain anymore, he just takes it. He deserves it. This is what he gets for trying to get a rise out of you.
“Shigaraki’s not your boyfriend, I am. Don't ever forget that.” You grip his hair and pull his head up, bringing him close to your face. “Got it? You’re mine.”
Dabi comes at that very moment, aroused by your possessiveness. “Yours~”
You let go of him and grip his waist, fucking him through his orgasm and overwhelming his senses. He sheds a tear for the first time in god knows how long and then he starts to cry. “..Dabi?” You slow down before stopping.
“Nn- no- keep-” He sniffles. “Keep going-”
You turn him onto his back and slide back into him. With his clearance, you fuck him at a slower pace than before and chase your orgasm. “Never thought I’d see you cry.” You cup his cheek. He leans into your touch. “I never even thought you could.”
“‘s…too.. too much..” He whimpers, bringing his hand down to his clit. He rubs it in circles, stimulating himself even more despite how sensitive he is. “so good..”
You smirk, allowing him to continue. “You’re lucky I’m in a better mood now.” You speed up. Dabi grins, his mind fuzzy as you fuck him. The both of you reach your peaks at almost the same time, Dabi’s orgasm comes first and yours follows right after. He moves his hand away and relaxes his body as your movements come to a halt. He looks at you with a goofy smile.
“I want to hear an apology.” You pull out of him and pick him up bridal style.
“‘M sorry~” He replies dreamily. “Won't do it again..”
“Good.” You bring him to the bathroom to get him cleaned up.
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chaepink · 9 months
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i think dabi would be so cute in some pretty pink lingerie, he would be so embarassed but would like to act so tough but he will be begging you to stop and let him come but he loves the humiliation
he'll teasingly ask you if you like what you see but when you retort back, saying something like "yeah, it makes me want to ruin you in it," he'll try to cover his blushing face
but when you ghost over the bulge in his panties, he can't help but whine and beg for you to touch him as if he wasnt trying to act all tough before
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vitamin-cunt · 10 months
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hiii im a new follower and can i request a dabi x fem!domme!reader
format is full fic but if you want can you also add some headcanons at the end
kinks to add
•sadisim (reader
•masochism (dabi)
•dumbification
•frotteurism (ok idk if you make your fics automatically match with your blog theme [hospital for horny mfs like me] but can you make it so that dabi is a paitient of a hospital for sub people and reader is his most favorite doctor so theres alot of intimacy)
•master and pet themes (reader makes dabi wear a collar, very very short maid dress with frilly black lingerie, cat ears and a cat tail butt plug)
and can you make it so that the reader has a genital type quirk were reader can give people the genitals of the opposite gender and do it to herself without removing their original genital (ex. reader gives dabi a vagina and clit while still having a dick)
A/N: anon I'm in love with you. I'm on one knee rn, you have no idea (Tired asf gonna go proofread this in the morning)
CW: As stated in the ask above, GN! Pronouns, cock mentioned (can be interpreted as a strap tho), Dabi has a pussy at some point (idc, idc there's the door), fingering said pussy
Making a broken man of Dabi
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What the fuck was he doing here?
Like, seriously, why the fuck was he here???
It was a strange situation, really. A hospital for incredibly lewd individuals to seek treatment-
And he of all people was here?
He didn't have lewd desires, just-
Well, fuck, he couldn't have normal sex but that didn't require an intervention or whatever this was.
He ran his tongue over his teeth as he rolled over in his hospital bed. Even the uniform was weird-
He was in a maid outfit. A black, short-ass maid dress.
"Awww, look at him blush~ Let me have him, I think we're gonna like each other."
His face burned furiosuly at the memory. When he was first admitted, he'd been uncooperative with pretty much everyone. The "doctors,"(if that's what you could even call them), the nurses, even other patients, because he wasn't like them, dammit!
He wasn't some sex-obsessed lunatic that fucked any hole in sight, he just-
He liked certain things. A lot more than most people did, but that was fine. At least he thought it was fine.
He'd scared off all but one of the staff.
You.
He couldn't make you disappear and, for whatever reason, he'd come to appreciate your presence.
You treated him more human than anyone did in this God-forsaken hell-hole. You checked on him, catered to his needs, listened to his moans and groans about this place...
He swallowed down the excitement as he realized you would be coming in today.
The one thing that set you apart from the staff was that you knew what buttons to press with him.
"I think this thong will look so cute on you~"
"You did such a good job touching yourself for me!"
"Be a good boy and lift your ass up just a little higher for me."
It was like you could read his mind.
Yeah, that was Dabi's "problem." He liked being a toy.
Your toy.
He'd always known he had a thing for being treated like shit, but he tried to keep it on the down-low.
Too bad Daddy dearest found out.
A knock came at his door, and before he could even sit up, you were entering the room, an oddly wide grin on your face.
"How's my favorite patient?"
He narrows his eyes and rolls over in his bed to face you and the door. In your hands was a duffel bag of god knows what. "You're only this happy when you have shit to try on me," he says, eyeing the bag and trying to guess what was making those bulges from every angle in it.
You laugh and ignore him despite his bite of a response. "God, Dabi, what did I tell you about keeping these blinds open?" You walk over to his window blinds and sharply close them shut, leaving the room in the eerie purple glow of the lights above. "How are you going to masturbate with any privacy in this place?"
"What, you want me in the dark all the fucking time?" He hoists himself up on one elbow and follows you as you unpack your supplies. "Yeah, the one thing that gets me hard is a dank-ass hospital room."
"Mmm, just that? Not your favorite doctor?" You fake a pout, hand halfway in the duffel. "Even after I stretched that ass last night? Even after I played with those tits?"
He throws his head back, outwardly in exasperation and inwardly with a humming arousal in his chest. Even his low sigh could be confused for an excited groan.
And one wouldn't be wrong in thinking that.
"Why do you always..." he covers his hot face, trying to put into words what he wanted to say without sounding absolutely pathetic.
But, how could one get any more pathetic laying in a maid outfit in a rehabilitation hospital for the most debauched and depraved sex-addicts?
He swallowed and began again. "You're always describing my body like...like...you know I don't have those parts, right?"
After a moment of silence, he peeks between his hand to find you smiling down at the cat ears and cat butt-plug in your hands.
Your favorites.
When you look up, its with a craze in your eyes. And why should he be surprised?
Only the most depraved could work here.
"You're saying it would make more sense to use those words if you had those..."parts?" You tilt your head innocently. Well, as innocently as someone could with a bottle of lube in their hands now accompanying the lewd accessories.
"I guess," he muttered, his hand sliding down to his jaw and muffle his voice.
He was glad you couldn't see his cock twitching to life beneath his skirt. He loved that face. The look in your eyes right before you fuck him dumb.
"Can I show you a trick?" you ask, approaching his bed and laying your "materials" next to him. "You know the position, get in it, baby," you command, before he can answer your first question.
It always takes some time to follow your first order, but he always does it. Even now, with his head buried in his folded arms and his ass in the air, exposing his thong.
"Happy?" he bites, even through the muffle of his pillow.
He hears you donning your gloves and next came the sound of lube squirting from a bottle.
"We'll tell the insurance this was a prostate exam."
A cold finger pushes itself against the entrance of his hole and then inside him, sliding in easily.
He groans in arousal and discomfort. He guessed it wasn't entirely an entirely normal thing to prefer the feeling of surgical gloves to human fingers, but why give this hospital further justification to keep him here?
"Don't rock, baby, I've told you this before."
Right. He was already fucking himself back against your fingers despite only one being inside.
Your other gloved hand rubs his ass, lifting up the skirt to see the skin beneath it.
"You're still a little red from yesterday, so I'm not gonna spank you today."
He simply nods, hypnotized when you slip in a second finger. And then a third, and, fuck, even a fourth.
This couldn't even count as prepping when you were hitting his g-spot so earnestly that you had him moaning into his pillow. But he had, notably, reduced his writhing because, dammit, you made him want to be obedient.
And just like that, you'd slipped your fingers out, leaving him feeling empty.
"Fuck, if you're gonna prep, then fucking prep, don't..." he swallows as he realized he'd crossed a line.
Never back talk.
"I-I just mean...because it's like you're teasing..." he stutters out weak follow-up after weak follow-up, trying to backtrack from his outburst.
But, to his shock, you don't get angry at him. You laugh, in fact. Soon, something metal was pressing against him and after a moment, the metal plug end of the cattail slips inside him and slotted itself perfectly as he'd grown accustomed to.
Even then he arches his back and pants.
What were you playing at?
Any other day you would have punished him to senseless tears for the way he talked to you, but now?
He's pulled from his pondering when you adorn him with the cat ears.
"On your back, Kitty," you say, walking away to change your gloves. He obeys, wondering if you were going to come back with a cock ring like you'd had last night.
But, besides the fresh pair of gloves, you'd come back empty-handed.
He was really concerned now, especially as you mounted the bed with a grin that left his thighs trembling and his mind buzzing.
"Fuck's going on?" He growled, testing his luck with his mouthiness.
You don't answer, instead choosing to lean forward and press your lips to his. He'd kissed you before, but this...
Why was he suddenly hot? Like, burning, he...he hadn't activated his quirk, had he?
Suddenly, a buzzing emerged from between his legs. Then, a dampness in his thong. Finally, a sudden wave of inexplicable pleasure.
"Wh-what the fuck!? Why do I- mmmmh, it's not supposed to feel wet down there, what did you- ahhh- what did you do???"
He squirmed beneath you, the hospital bed creaking loudly as it usually did during your encounters. His face burned as a new warmth overtook his loins, one that he'd never felt before.
He rubbed his thighs together, trying to rid himself of the incessant ache, but you place your knees between them before he can really do anything.
"Why're you so freaked out?" You say above him, removing your scrub top. "It's just sex therapy!"
"Bullshit." His eyes scan your bare chest and abdomen, having seen it for the first time ever, really.
You laugh lightly through your nose. "Okay...Just sit still while your master plays with your little pussy, okay?"
"I told you, it's weird when- ah- haaah~ fuck!" His eyes went wide as your fingers slipped past his thong and inside him.
But not his ass.
All he heard was the slick squelch of your fingers penetrating him, and before he knew it, he was arched against his bed, gasping and reaching for the thin, cheap sheets above him.
He couldn't stop the moans, the uncharacteristic whines, the sounds coming from his- his-
"Your pussy's dripping for me, baby~" you laugh.
You gave him a pussy. What was worse was that you gave him a pussy and he liked it.
He could feel you scissoring in his walls, just like you did in his ass but it was different, this wasn't the same, it would never be the same-
He covered his face, you couldn't see him like this. Fine, make him wear the tail and the ears, keep him in the outfit, watch him roll his hips against your hand as you fold your fingers inside him-
But he'd be damned if he let you see the blissed tears running down his burning cheeks.
"Are you gonna cum, already?" You tease, noting his tells. His moans turning to breathless pants and a repeat of soft "uhn, uhn, uhn", his thighs trembling, his covering his face. "I didn't even get my dick inside you yet!"
You inside him? When he could feel every movement of your fingers, the aching of his- his clit-
He couldn't take it, even the idea of being filled-
"Not yet, Kitty." You removed your fingers from inside him, once again rendering him empty.
But it wasn't the same, this time, this time he felt as though he could cry. The tears fell faster now, he couldn't even hide them.
What were you doing to him?
He was crying because you wouldn't keep fingering his pussy!?
Furthermore, he was rejoicing when you'd slipped a bit of your cock inside him, his pussy clenching around nothing but air and your tip.
This is crazy, this is insane-
"Ohhh shitttt, ohhh shittt~ yes, fill me up, fill me up!"
He sounded insane-
"I know it's against protocol to directly penetrate your patients, but for you?" You whisper as you lean down and it let him get adjusted. "I couldn't let anyone else be the first person to use this pussy~"
You quickly grow impatient of letting him adjust and it shows because soon, light rocking turns to full-on thrusts in and out of him, fuck the slapping noise it made, fuck the squelching noise it made, fuck how loud he got-
Fuck, he was so loud-
He doesn't know what to do with himself but sit back and take it. Take getting pounded mercilessly like a little bitch.
"Seems like after tonight, you'll fit in with the other patients, hm?" You grab his jaw and turn his dissenting face back in your direction. "Think I trained my Kitty well, don't you?"
He could barely understand you, not with you grabbing the tops of his thighs and pulling his hips down into yours as you slam up into him.
"Tell me you deserve to be here, baby. Tell me you're just a depraved sex slut like the rest of the patients."
He wanted to reply, he really wanted to, but how could he when his tongue was sticking out of his mouth and his eyes were stuck in the back of his head?
"C'mon, baby, I know you can do it. Tell me you're no different, c'mon, let me hear it, baby."
"Haaaah, I'm n-no different! I-I'm the same! I deserve this!"
It wasn't much, but even you knew that he would cum before you could get more out of him, at least at the rate you were going. And, frankly, you didn't want to stop.
In fact, you wanted to take things a step further.
You grab his cock, the same cock that he'd barely registered still having, and began stroking.
And that was all that it took for Dabi, because seconds later he was clenching around you as tight as he could and cumming. It was almost like a double orgasm, what with his spurting white cum onto his black dress, and cumming clenched around you. White hot shocks sent his paralyzed body into brief jerking motions and the pleasure was immense beyond his understanding.
He would deal with the implications of this event when he wasn't still coming down from his high.
"Remember this the next time you complain about how I describe you, Dabi. Because you might just get what you wish for."
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slashslvt · 4 months
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𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈
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꒰ Bartender Dabi x male reader ꒱ ˎˊ˗
Wc - N/A rlly short (unfinished/scrap)
Warnings - none (unfinished/scrap)
Notes- I said in like November I’d come out with something and it’s now 2024.. ( `−ㅿ−´) this is what I was writing but I haven’t been liking anything I write at all recently and it’s making it difficult for me. (Bare with me please!!) thought I might come back to this later if you all like the idea. Until I’m able to write a full fic, I think I’ll just be posting ideas n seeing what you all like!
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Loud is the first thing that comes to mind when you step out of the cab looking around at the dark exterior of the club. Cool summer night air surrounds you, stars sparking in the sky behind the large building. Muffled music emits from the building as you can see the dark red glow of the lights spill from the main entrance. The unique building is such a contrast from the scenic nature around it. Trees stretch up, almost blending into the dark color of the sky. You walk to the entrance, getting into a line. It wasn’t long, it honestly went by pretty fast. The combination of colognes and perfumes mixed together, making a fruity scent come off from the line of people.
The 2 girls in front of you get in and you’re about to follow them, but a bouncer grabs you by your forearm, pulling you to face him. Dark eyes study your face, eyeing you before asking for ID. his eyes look over you once more after looking at your ID. The man quickly hands back the card, muttering something along the lines of you can go.
Loud music welcomes you along with the smell of alcohol and perfume. A quick once over of the place definitely shows why it’s the best club to go to recently. It had only opened 7 months ago but they place really was on a different level than the other places in that area.
Your friend had bought you this outfit, suggesting you should go out to the club with a few others. It was a birthday gift for you, and quite expensive at that. You only tried it on just before you got here, realizing it was a little small on you. The bottom of the dress cutting off just below your ass. It was still wearable but risky for being in public, though the place you were going wasn’t the type of place to be shocked seeing people wear almost nothing.
The thin jacket you grabbed on the way out was definitely unnecessary. It was warm in the building, bodies close together, people dancing and grinding on one another. Skin touching and guiding hands taking people up and down stairs. The bar has tons of people in the area. People chatting n groups, talking about whatever. Others holding drinks for their friends that have drifted away from them.
Your eyes drifted towards an empty seat by the bar. It wasn’t too enticing but the pretty boy working the counter definitely was. His Dark tuffs of hair, inky, a large contrast to his bright eye, an almost sea glass color. His eyes always looked tired in a sense. Strong hands wiped down the counter as he looked around, trying to see if anyone was coming by. His hands looked worn and definitely bigger than yours. They looked rough, callused, and well used.
You sit down near him at the bar before you could even process that your feet were moving. He notices you walking towards the bar, giving a nod towards you as his eyes locked with yours. a small smile tugged at your lips as he began to speak, his voice gruff as he spoke.
“Welcome to the ___, what can I get started for ya?”
Your eyes drifted, noticing the shiny gold name pin reading, Dabi.
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mhathotfic · 7 months
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Thinking about Dabi with a mommy kink this fine morning.
How he struggles between wanting to earn your praise and sweet touches, and feeling like he deserves to have your heels digging into his chest for disrespect that he spews out his mouth.
I’ll tell y’all more when I get back from work
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demovamp · 3 months
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gn reader !! sub dabi , breeding kink , overstim , cockwarming
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dabi, who gets all whiny and possessive when you ride him. desperately grabbing at your body as he tried fucking up into you.
dabi, who whimpers and whines every time you clench around him.
dabi, who gets so lost in the way you feel that he's just talking about everything he wants to do with you.
"please... let me cum inside. i'll take good care of you." he pulls you against his chest and buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent. "i want you to have my baby. please... i want – i need to."
dabi, who keeps begging and begging. he doesn't care if his voice gets hoarse.
dabi, who ends up cumming to early, pushing his hips against your body so it'll stay inside.
dabi, whose legs are trembling as he tries to hold you up. his hands are gripping at your skin tightly.
dabi, who eventually lets his body relax and leans his head back, closing his eyes.
you start moving your hips slowly, earning a small jolt from the villain. he opens his eyes and looks at you, surprised. "what?" you coo, touching his face, "you want a baby, right? we have to make sure it works. one time isn't enough, pretty."
dabi, who ends up cumming inside god knows how many times (4 or 5).
dabi, who ends up crying from the pleasure.
dabi, who holds you to his chest and lets you fall asleep with his dick inside you.
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dommevenuss · 8 months
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Dabi x dom!gn! Reader
Note: A chastity cage can be something so personal. I’m starting Kinktober with something soft n sweet🥰
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You once off-handedly compared Dabi to a stray cat, specifically the transition of stray cat to house cat. You, in his arms, cuddled into his chest and idly rubbing your hands through his hair. ‘True peace’, he remembers thinking. An ideology, a concept, an option he had never considered even being available for him so he chuckled a little bit and agreed. The conversation pushed into the back of his mind as he hugged you a little tighter and breathed you in a little deeper.
But when, once again, you off handedly talk about him wearing something of possession, something that links him to you always. He ponders back to this conversation, laughing a little about it internally. There was no direct connection but still. He continues to think about what you could possibly mean and Dabi’s *cool* with it.He mysterious, nonchalant, (dramatic) and even as comfortable as he was with you, it’s a defense mechanism. A smirk grows on his face and he once more holds you in his arms and agrees. “That’s hot, doll. Wanna make sure everybody know I’m taken?”
“Of course, can’t have my pet walking around without a collar, now can i?” And of course you laugh and stare at him with so much adoration that he can’t help but to kiss you, hoping that his feelings will be able to convey through the gentle dance of your lips. And through this, once more the conversation is pushed to the back of his mind.
It only a few week later when he comes back from where ever, doing whatever is when you show him the item of possession. After a nice shower/wipe down and a warm meal, you have him sitting on the couch in his grey sweats and black tee, seemingly relaxed. But he notices your nervousness as you crack your knuckle and play with his hands. His eyes dart to you and he watches, waits patiently for you to speak.
“Do you remember about the conversation we had about the,” you pause and take a deep breath. “About something you can wear that shows your taken? I know that you wouldn’t want anything to flashy and i know a ring wouldn’t be the best option because of your job and-“
“Doll you’re rambling.” He chuckles. He keeps firm on your hand, hoping to ground you as you do normally during more intimate times. You smile and laugh. “I guess i am”
You bring his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to the intersection of the healthy and hurt skin. It was unfair the effect you had on him, it was unfair the way you wormed through his heart and made him feel emotions he thought he shoved down far long ago. He hoped you wouldn’t look up and look at the light dust pink that spread across the healthy flesh of the apples of his cheeks.
“It’s a cage, a sliver cage that wraps around your dick when you’re limp.” You say, finally looking up at him. You’re gauging his reaction he realizes, scooping it out to see if it’s a definite no. “You can still pee of course and I’ll have the key. It wont be all the time, whenever you want it off, it’s off. Period.”
You once again surprised him, pulling this out of your sleeve like a magic trick. As if him letting down his guards this quick and being this comfortable this quick wasn’t enough , you pull this. He wants to laugh because the craziest part about this is, is the fact that he would let you, he *is* going to let you. He is not the fondest of having to sit to piss however, but this wasn’t about minor inconveniences. This was about being yours through and through, soul, mind and body. You had him already. But if this is what you wanted for security. For him to show you that he was yours, that he would burn down the world if you so ask, then so be it.
So he nods.
“Baby, i need a verbal response.” You whisper, leaning in towards him. He doesn’t know when he looked away but now he’s forced to look you in his eyes as he whispers a “whatever makes you happy doll” and with that you slosh your lips against his. You push him down softly, continuing the soft dance. Your hands, your lips, your scent, your everything filling all 5 senses. He loses himself in you and allows you to take control.
“Aren’t i suppose to be limp?” The last rational thought he has before you pull orgasm after orgasm from him.
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Happy was an understatement as your eyes glazed over his body. His chest raised with each deep breathe he took, his dick limp and covered with his fluids and his face? His face was angelic, lidded blue eyes staring at you as if you hung the stars yourself, his cheeks tinted pink, his lips pretty n bruised from your ruthless lips. He was a gift to you from the universe and, god, were you grateful.
You sit on the bed to his side, his eyes following your every move as you reveal the silver cage.
“Do you remember when i said i wanted to get you something that you could always wear? A reminder that i was always with you.” You say with a soft smile. He nods.” This is a chastity cage. Are you still okay with this? Give me your saftey taps if you are.”
He reaches out and taps your thigh three times for green before reaching for your hand. Such a simple gesture but it filled you with warmth, knowing where you started at with Dabi. You couldn’t help but place a kiss on his hand before moving to his face, kissing each eyelid, his nose, each cheek and ending with a kiss on his lips. And when you pull back, you move once more between his legs, opening them up with such gentleness and care.
You grab the damp rag and clean the mess around his thighs, his stomach and his limp dick. He lets out a soft whine as you slide it on.
“Shh baby, i got you. I got you” you whisper as you put it on quickly, kissing his knee. It locks with a satisfying click, and as you put the key around your neck, you stare at it with pride. “So good for me Touya, so good.”
He reaches for your hand again and you grasp it, grabbing a water bottle on the night stand before finally indulging him in the physical affection he craved afterwards. He’s rest his face in his neck and clings to your body as your hand combs through his hair. A quiet laugh leaves your mouth followed by a smile when your eyes land on the black hole in your sheets. You’re going to have to replace them again but in sense, this is him making his presence known and could you really be mad when this is a product of your love? The stray kitty finally found a home and a person they could trust with their heart and body.
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