FWB!Dabi Who Gets Tired Of Fucking You In Missionary And Decides He Wants You Ass Up, Face Down So He

FWB!Dabi who gets tired of fucking you in missionary and decides he wants you ass up, face down so he can watch your pretty ass bounce on his cock.

FWB!Dabi who always gives you the meanest backshots of your life, to the point you just gotta try and pull yourself away, even if it's just for a second to breathe, only to be pulled back against him with a slap to your ass and a nip to your shoulder.

FWB!Dabi who reaches down to play with your clit only to feel his cock bulging in your tummy, and he swears on everything that he almost cums right then and there.

FWB!Dabi who fists your hair to pull you back against his chest to get a better look at his cock bulging in your tummy, only to let out the sexiest groans in your ear as he pushes down on the bulge.

FWB!Dabi who pushes two fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet so he can listen to the bed bang against the wall as his balls slap against your clit.

FWB!Dabi who has the prettiest smirk splitting his lips as he listens to the neighbors bang against the wall, yelling for you guys to "quiet down."

FWB!Dabi who pulls your head back, lightly slapping your cheek a couple times so that he can spit in your mouth as he whispers in your ear to, "swallow it pretty baby."

FWB!Dabi who pushes down on the arch of your back as he fucks you harder, just to hear you cry out for him, in those pretty little whines.

FWB!Dabi who finally lets you cum after hours of edging you, only to overstimulate you by continuously driving his cock into that little sweet spot.

FWB!Dabi who leaves you with a parting gift of "DABI" branded into your left ass cheek and a peck to your lips with a promise to "be back tomorrow, doll"

Now... me PERSONALLY, I would be visiting that beautiful man, EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. Need him back home, IMMEDIATELY.

“𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞, 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐦𝐞…”

Part 2 | Dabi x fem!Reader

CW: yandere themes, some mentions of noncon, gaslighting, manipulation, kidnapping, complicated feelings, stockholm syndrome

SYNOPSIS: you are finally saved from the hands of your captor, who was now locked up, far away from you. But to this day, the memory of him still haunts you in your dreams, still so present in your life, still reminding you that you are his girl.

A/N: here the reader finally decides to read Dabi’s letters, we’re taking it slow guys ;)

Part 1 | REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

Your hands rummaged through the mailbox to grab the letters that were sent from Tartarus. You stared at the envelopes, your chest suddenly feeling tight, for a second you were about to change your mind and throw them away. Though you felt something gnawing inside of you, the guilt and fear of ignoring Dabi, you felt like you were still obliged to him even if he was now locked away, technically out of your life. You must read those letters and you must reply back. You wouldn’t want to anger him would you?

“You know what happens when you make me mad..” Dabi would whisper in your ear, grabbing your wrist tightly. “Don’t get out of my eyesight, I won’t repeat myself twice.”

You vividly remember how that day he had taken you to the shopping mall, wanting to spoil you with nice things since you’d been so good to him lately. Though as you would go through the aisles, staring in awe at the variety of clothes and cute things you could buy, you forgot that you had separated from Dabi, when he had clearly told you not to go too far and wait for him.

“Shall I put ya on a leash and drag you around for you to finally understand?” he scoffed.

“I’m sorry” you mumbled. “I won’t walk away again”

First thing you would always do was apologize of course, because you knew how far Dabi would go. If he said something, he would actually do it. And you didn’t want to be on the receiving end of his heinous acts. You remembered how tense you felt, if you had run away and called for help back then, would someone have helped you?

“No” Dabi’s voice echoed in your head. “They would ignore your pleas, leave you there to die, thinking that some righteous hero will come to save you soon. But they don’t care. This is what society has become, rotten to the core.”

This was what he was fighting against, to burn down the whole system, take down the corrupted heroes, and he would passionately talk about it with you, making you part of his bright future.

You shook your head off the thoughts taking over your mind, and opened the envelopes, grabbing the one of the letters.

“My pretty girl,

wonderin’ what you might be doing right in this moment as I write this. Have you been good? Are you inside your little apartment, watching those favorite TV shows of yours? Or are you outside, going to places that I don’t know of? Meeting new people, having fun and all that? Trying to create a new life after our separation, trying to fit back into society…

I bet you are. I wonder how that is going~

As for me, I am sitting here, losing count of days while being surrounded by these four walls 24/7. Kinda boring to be honest, nothin’ much happenin’ around here. You are all I think of baby, and the remains of your pretty face in my memories. My hands are itching to just grab at it and kiss it just how it deserves to be kissed. I gotta admit, this punishment is much worse than being locked up, it hurts a lot baby. Knowing that all this time you haven’t bothered to check on me once…damn, it really hurts a lot~

You like hurting me though don’t cha? I guess it’s fair, knowing the ways I’ve hurt you and marked your body all over. But you know that it was all out of love, right? That’s how I like to express it, just imagining what a piece of art your body looked like whenever you ended up on my hands baby..

Fuck it- even now as I think about it I’m aching, and your pretty mouth, that soft tongue could be the only solution to my problems~

Do you realise how much I crave you? Physically and mentally, look what you do to me princess. And the more you ignore me, the less that fire goes away. I guess distance strengthens relationships don’t you agree? I wonder how you’ve been feeling lately, do you miss me? Just a little bit? I bet ya do~

I miss you a lot. Terribly. I ain’t good with words so that’s how much I can express it. Y’know I’m mostly a man of actions, words don’t do it for me.

You can ignore me all you want, I won’t stop writing you. I know one day you will be sitting down to read these letters, because I know you feel the same fire inside of you that only I ignited. We are made for each other, you are just meant to be mine, never think otherwise.

Waiting patiently for a letter back. Make sure to put something in your envelope as well. A recent picture of you, your perfume, or maybe something else, y’know it~

Yours only,

Dabi.

For a while you stared into nothingness, only the sound of your heartbeats in your ears. The letter was clutched tightly on your hands.

“Fuck..” you whispered, before letting out a breathy laugh. You continued laughing to yourself, all while your eyes filled with tears. You weren’t sure if those tears were tears of anger, sadness, hopelessness, fear, love, maybe altogether.

You were terrified, that was certain. Terrified that he still hasn’t forgotten about you, nor given up on you. Terrified that he still thought that this fucked up relationship was true love, despite all the suffering you endured. Through all those sentences and words, you could feel as if Dabi was right in front of you, you could even hear his voice reading the letter for you. It’s like he had possessed you, like a demon that took place in your body and mind forever.

“This isn’t love..” you mumbled. “This is not love, this is NOT LOVE!”

You screamed at the letter, throwing it away.

“I hate you!” you finally burst into tears. “Why can’t you leave my life?! Why, why, why?!”

Why do I miss you like this?

Have you become addicted to the hurt and pain? Or maybe the way he would hold you close and kiss you and worship you right after he completely broke you, maybe you got addicted to that. You could only imagine his reaction if he knew what you’re feeling.

“Told ya so” he would say with a cocky smirk on his face and his cerulean eyes glaring at you hungrily. “Me and you are meant to be”

The rest of the letters pretty much held the same content, though the more he wrote, the filthier he got. It was clear that he craved you badly, as he sat there alone in the prison cell. You squeezed your thighs shut, swallowing nervously while your body remembered the feeling of his cock thrusting in and out of you, always hitting that one special spot deep inside of you and making you see stars.

Apart from everything, Dabi was sexually frustrated. Hands just weren’t enough for the job, they could never replace the way your wet cunt wrapped so nicely around his aching cock. He was getting off on memories, every day and every night, bringing back on his mind the ways he would take you, softly or roughly, just as he pleased. He loved the way you screamed and cried and begged for him to stop, he got addicted to it, nothing and nobody else could even get him hard anymore.

“Do you still get wet for me baby?” Dabi wrote in one of the letters. “Do you play with yourself late at night while remembering the way I ate that pretty pussy of yours, slurping every remaining juice, licking that sweet clit.. I almost drool as I think about your flavor, need to quench my thirst so bad. Just need to dive in between those plush thighs of yours and devour you all damn night, until it gets too much and you start crying. And even then I won’t stop, cause y’know hearing you cry just gets me off real nice. Yeah I am sadistic like that, you already know it baby. And yet you like me just the way I am, you always feel that thrill, I can tell by the way your pussy fluttered each time I got my hands and fingers on it, each time I left marks on you, my little painslut”

Dabi was sure he had turned you into his little masochist, he trained you to cum only when he inflicted pain on you, and the pleasure mixing with it sent you over the edge.

You took all the letters and made sure to get rid of them, burning all of them until they were nothing but ashes. Though the words written in them never burned away, they planted themselves deep inside of you, not leaving your mind for the rest of the day. As the days went by, you decided to distract yourself as best as you could. Meeting your old friend, going out for a walk, going shopping, karaoke nights, watching movies, going for a drink, you name it. And yet you couldn’t shake off the feeling of emptiness, that in some fucked up way only that monster could fill. How could you be so terrified of someone and yet so addicted at the same time? You were sure it would pass as time went by, but it never did. Your body still held the memories of the past, the nasty burn marks were there, probably would stay there forever too. For some reason you found comfort at the old memories, at the old feelings, the abuse had become a familiar thing to you, and you wanted familiar. The outside world and its people, no matter how much you tried to fit in, it was all foreign, unfamiliar, you didn’t belong there.

You belonged to him only.

“Face your fears” someone used to say. “Once you bravely face your fears, they won’t haunt you anymore. Make it known that you don’t submit to them anymore, they don’t affect you anymore, they don’t scare you. And it will all go away”

Should you face Dabi? Should you tell him right to his face that things between you and him have ended forever, that you now are living a good life, happy, away from him? Would that be a lie? Yes.

“I don’t like it when you lie to me” Dabi used to say. “I can tell when you’re lying baby.. I hate liars”

***

“Two more weeks” the guard said, not turning to look at the prisoner. “The boss said we are at the last steps of preparation. We will finally get you out of here, sir”

Dabi nodded, exhaling the smoke of cigarette. “I am a patient man”

The guard continued. “One of our men informed me that the girl had called the prison yesterday, asking how the visiting hours worked in here”

Dabi quirked a brow, slowly turning his head towards the guard outside of his door. A grin creeped up his face, his eyes widening in pure thrill. “Is that so? Haa, m’getting excited now, seems like the little angel indeed misses me a lot”

He stood up, heading towards the door and peeking through the small window.

“Let me know as soon as she decides to come and visit. Must look decent in front of ‘er”

The guard chuckled.

“Of course, sir”

🏷️ tags: @hunajan @touyalove @murderous-snail @syrenkitsune @baby-tini

It's a need, not a want 😔

I just want him to lay his head on my lap while I stroke his hair and kiss his fingers and leave no doubt in his mind that he means everything to me

i’m a slut for men who want to corrupt me further

Guys...

Art by nala_bert on Instagram.

I don't think anyone understands how badly I need this man, he's literally the prettiest man I've ever seen in my life. He's absolutely perfect, no one could ever make me hate him. He's absolutely breathtakingly, thigh shaking, eye-crossing, fistballingly beautiful.

I honestly hate that for him, he seems like a very genuine, good person. I'm positive he's thankful for the fans that love and adore him. But for people to deadass be weird and disrespectful by asking weird questions is disgusting. Justin didn't have to be there, he didn't even have to respond to the question so professionally. These types of 'fans' take things way too far. I genuinely hope he or another voice actor doesn't have to deal with/hear that weird shit again.

cw: talks about (pro)shipping, NSFW content, implications of pedophilia but most of all fucking cringe.

I don’t usually air my opinions out on here but my god I just saw the egregious video of Justin Briner (Deku’s VA) at a convention today at his own panel be asked about his opinion on ships for the millionth fucking time from a chronically online teenager, which has now prompted this response from him:

If you have yet to see the video, here you go but do heed the warnings above:

“It’s none of my business… really, who cares what 30 something year olds do—“

“But don’t you love your ship with Eri?”

heinous vent below:

I’ll start by saying that Justin’s response was, in the simplest terms, very professional even if it seemed innately dismissive.

… It’s clear as day to any rational fucking person he is uncomfortable with this genre of question and probably has heard it plenty times before in his career. He adores his fans and clearly “knows” the fandoms he’s in and the fact that it really isn’t his concern what other people choose to engage in — believe it or not, he does not need to be reminded every time he steps out and graces others with his time at cons or other anime related events.

Children should for one not be allowed to relay their hideous takes when they can hardly conceptualize what the difference between fiction/reality is… but I digress. I get it… I was a kid who ran around cons too, had lots of fun and learned a lot when I was plenty groomed by adults in the con-going community.

However, this is a level of abhorrence from a community of culminative disrespectful individuals who would rather spend time harassing voice actors than simply enjoying fandom or catering their internet experience are simply what we have coined nowadays as Chronically Online. It’s overwhelmingly children, but I’ve certainly met my share of adults who prioritize fandom rights/ships over basic human decency.

I frankly don’t care what you use to label yourself online (proshipper, anti, weeb, gooner, what fucking ever) because it isn’t a fucking protected attribute/class (race, sex, physical/mental disability, gender, etc). Hence we should not treat fiction in alignment with those. They are not the same and should not be held up to the same degree, and this clearly misunderstanding and need to virtue signal over fucking cartoons is frankly one of the goofiest things I’ve had the displeasure of experiencing on the vast interweb.

Put simply? Keep your shitty opinions to yourself. Believe it or not, the internet is a privilege, not a right. You can and should be catering your internet experience to your liking and to what is beneficial to your wellbeing. And if you are hardly of age to be consuming certain content.

That’s a difficult concept for children to grasp however — understandably. So we as adults should be putting clear parameters for our work and fandom space as well. We aren’t parents but we are writers, artists, fandom enjoyers, and just a bunch of “old” fucks who have hobbies and interests. We too have the ability to cater our internet experience, and I highly implore you all to be vigilant about who accesses your content.

Not everything can be in your control unfortunately, but if it can be helped, we can show that we are responsible consumers of media.

I am sorry. The ease in which we allow these children to air their poorly rendered opinions because the adults in their lives do not monitor them means we need to protect our own skin. And again, I am sorry for that, on their behalf’s.

We were all there too, but enough is enough. I doubt that will be the first of the last time a child or socially dense individual will make others miserable with their need for attention or blatant ignorance about consuming media responsibly — and/or treating others who provide that content with dignity and respect.

Go give Justin Briner some love as well over on Twitter/X. I’m sure the backlash to this is overwhelmingly negative or just a means for others to start threads of fandom turf wars (tHiS iS whY tHiS faNdom iS tRaSh, people just talking about how much they hate children, etc). This is a huge step in the establishment of boundaries and I hope we see some changes in large fandoms in general regarding understanding social and internet etiquette so we don’t have to make more people irl uncomfortable with takes about fictional characters.

Be kind to each other, even if you are not inherently into or care for another’s way of engaging in fandom. You have power, believe it or not. Don’t wrack your own brain being pissed over what others are going to do anyway… be in control of you.