#DABI TWLLING EVERYONEBTO FUCK OFF

[bakatenshii]

it is 6:30am and i’m fucking screeching like a goddamn banshee off of my balcony iMDBWLHSOWNSOSJSOSNSLXMAOAKPQKALA

FUCK OFF FUCK OFF SUNNT WHAT THE FUCK IM BLACJING OUT THAT WAS SO—

I JUST—

death.

Rush

Shigaraki Tomura x Reader x Dabi (BNHA)

Word Count: 900

TW: degradation, humiliation, dubcon

A/N: this month, @lookslikeleese, @bakatenshii, @rat-suki , @theygottheircages, and I are bringing you a joint kinktober! you can find our masterlist here!

Day 1: Degradation / Humiliation

“Put it on,” Tomura barks gruffly, pushing your hips into the plush gaming chair. His eyes are glazed over, revealing no hint of the quiet anger that brews underneath.

“Tomura, I-”

“I said, put it on,” he presses four lithe fingers across your stomach, the fifth hovering over your taut skin— a warning that shoots electricity down your spine. His free hand tugs at your waistband for a second before simply dusting the article away. “Tell them exactly why you felt the need to interrupt me.”

You can feel heat sizzle through your body, eyes wide as you silently plead for any other punishment. He simply holds you in place, scowl planted on his face.

Heart pumping wildly, you finally follow your impatient leader’s command. As soon as your ears make contact with the headset, you’re barraged by a cacophony of nameless voices— no doubt a group of random men Shigaraki spends his time gaming with. You’re hit with a wave of embarrassment as all of them coo and holler at the exchange they just heard. The onslaught of sound blurs together, but one voice stands out amongst the rest:

“Everyone shut the fuck up, I want to hear this.”

Dabi.

You’d know it anywhere, that quiet, apathetic lilt. It’s the same one that scouted you for the LoV, that has accompanied you on countless missions, that seems to be everywhere.

It’s the very same voice that carries through the walls of the base late at night—groaning, panting, restless—no matter how desperately you attempt to drown it out

A sharp pain spikes your thigh as Tomura’s hand slaps against it and you’re torn from your reeling thoughts.

“We’re all fucking waiting, slut,” his free hand tugs at your hair, a twisted grin gracing his face at the pained cry that leaves you. The other men let out their own laughs, some even going as far as echoing Shigaraki’s crude insult.

“I- I interrupted the boss because,” your entire body floods with a fever, “because I’m a needy whore.” Before you can even finish your sentence, you’re accosted once again by the whoops and howls of faceless men. All the while, you’re met with a weighted silence from Dabi— a fact that startles you purely because of your disappointment.

Calloused fingers tear your thighs apart, running down your heated skin until they near that bundle of nerves. And when he touches it, rubbing quick circles into the bud while his tongue attaches itself to your clit, you can’t keep quiet. Try as you might, Shigaraki’s grazes leave slight gasps and whines in their wake. A chorus of taunts follows every noise from you, snickers and mumbles of ‘whore,’ ‘slut,’ and ‘I know you like it, bitch.’

The remarks only escalate as you near the edge, each seeming to triumph the last in its lewd nature. You attempt to focus on one thing: your rapidly approaching release, but a nagging thought still invades your mind. You haven’t heard a single syllable from your bleak coworker. The frustration makes you cry out, pressing painful crescents into your bare thighs. Why hasn’t he said anything?

The answer evades your blissed out mind, unable to comprehend why the man who groans your name long into the night falls silent when given a real chance.

That is, until Tomura issues his next demand. Between his laps at your wet slit, he mumbles,

“Tell Ashtray how much of a fucking whore you are.”

This time, you don’t bother refusing him. Dabi’s name falls from your lips— a relief, a mantra, a twisted prayer to a God you weren’t sure you could believe in. Over and over, without any regard for the man between your legs. If anything, the cries only make Shigaraki press harder, fucking his tongue into you at an even hastier pace.

And before any of the men can degrade you further, Dabi’s voice rings out amongst them,

“Everyone fuck off.”

Then, there’s silence, and your breath catches in your throat as you await his next move. A second passes, then five, and you think you’ve done something wrong; maybe he’s gone as well.

“I always knew you were a little slut,” the deep, vicious groan makes your heart skip a beat. As though the wire in your gut is plucked, your legs clamp around Shigaraki’s head. “Say my name.”

“Dabi, dabi, f-fuck, Dabi!”

“Bet you’ve been praying for this moment, yeah?” He chuckles under his breath, “Bet it’s my voice that has you fucking soaked for the creep.”

And with that single sentence, your vision goes white. Every nerve in your body stands on end as your legs clamp up. You can hear Dabi’s cold laughter, and from a distance, a mumbled ‘what a little whore.’ You lose yourself in the pleasure, unaware of time or its passing as Shigaraki’s fingers fuck you through your high.

He only detaches himself from your cunt once you’re a quivering mess, tears streaming freely down your face. With a quick swipe at his lips, his tongue moves to catch the slick that’s dripping down his chin. He tugs the headset off of you with a single swift movement,

“Get in here, Ashtray. We’re not done with the bitch yet.”