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Mistaken Identity - Part 1.

Request from anon: um hi so if you're still taking requests and you have time can you do a bucky x reader? like the reader has a twin that works at hydra and worked on the winter soldier (but reader doesn't know that her twin works there) and bucky was looking for her twin to kill or something but he found her instead and he didn't know it wasn't her twin. so like he's strangling her or something and right when she's about to like die he sees a picture behind her of her and her twin and lets her go bc he was wrong.

Bucky Barnes x Twin!Reader

Words: 1,744

Warnings: Violence, threat of life, mentions of injury and language.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

Thunderstorms. You had always hated them and tonight was definitely no exception when you found yourself being pulled out of any kind of sleep by the loud claps of thunder booming through the night sky; there was no chance of getting any shut eye anytime soon. A lot of people could probably fall asleep during a storm, knowing that it would bring them no harm, but when you lived on your own and your nearest neighbour was over a mile away it didn’t take much to cause your anxiety to flare.

The thunder could so easily cover up other noises…..such as someone breaking into your car, maybe even your home.

No. No you needed to stop those kinds of thoughts. Rolling yourself onto your back your eyes glanced up to the ceiling, the moonlight seeping through the crack in your curtains illuminating it and casting a display of shadows over the smooth surface. They were enough to keep your mind distracted temporarily, the noise of the storm beginning to dull a little, and after a few minutes of watching the shadows move about you found yourself finally beginning to drift off into what would, hopefully, be a peaceful night’s sleep.

But then everything changed in seconds. What had been slowly becoming a tranquil scene transformed into a life threatening situation as you felt a cold sensation enveloping your throat before an intense pressure started to be applied.

As your hands reach up to your throat to instinctively remove whatever it was causing you distress you realise in horror that it is a hand….a metal hand….one that was connected to a metal arm. There was a man on top of you and you hadn’t even heard him enter your home let alone the very room you were in.

He didn’t utter a single word to you as he straddled your body. Your fingers clawed away at his hand but even in such a terrifying situation you knew any attempts would be futile given that it was a prosthetic, so you used the fact that his legs were opened to your advantage and drove your knee up towards him. It connected with his groin harshly and the force was enough to loosen the grip he’d had on your throat as you quickly rolled off your bed.

You were gasping and spluttering for air as you stumbled out of your room, the one place you should have been safe, if you were to alert anyone you needed to get to a phone…and fast. Never before had your heart raced so fast that you were convinced it was about to burst right out of your chest. Before you could reach the stairs you found your body being slammed into the wall hard, the grip on your throat now even tighter as the male’s anger from your attack became evident.

“G-G-GET OFF…..M-ME!”

The hallway was illuminated enough by the moonlight that you could see your attacker perfectly; had this been any other situation you may have noticed just how attractive he was even with the anger darkening his eyes but all you wanted was for him to release you so that you could get some much needed air in your lungs once more.

“You destroyed me! You and your sick friends broke me until I was nothing and then made me into a goddamn murderer!” His lips curled up into a vicious snarl as a growl erupted from them. “YOU TOOK MY LIFE AWAY FROM ME!”

Your vision was beginning to grow unfocused the longer you were denied air but you still manage to furrow your brows in confusion as you croak out your words.

“I…I don’t….know you!” Tears escaped your eyes and rolled down your cheeks as your lips started to turn a worrying shade of blue. “Pl-Please! You-You’ve got it wrong!”

His grip didn’t loosen and his eyes looked like they would be capable of burning right through you…this was it. This was how you were going to die. Murdered in cold blood because of a case of mistaken identity. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you began to lose consciousness so you didn’t see when his eyes tore themselves away from you and landed instead on the framed picture higher up on the wall you were currently pinned to.

Then, and only then, were you offered some relief as his grip loosened enough for your eyes to snap open and for you to take in a sharp intake of air. The male’s eyes that had once been full of so much hatred and anger now seemed to hold a look of confusion to them as he looks at the picture. Not only were you in this picture but you were stood next to someone who looked exactly like you…..your identical twin sister.

“You have a twin?”

Thanks to the horrendous coughing fit you had fallen into after taking in such a large gulp of air you didn’t hear his question. His hand removed itself from your throat completely causing you to fall to the floor in a heap. He walked closer to the picture and with his flesh hand he took the frame off the wall to inspect the picture closely….he wanted to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him.

“There are two of you in this picture…..”

“Tw-Twin…..” Clearing your throat of all its hoarseness you look up at him from the floor with reddened and tear-filled eyes. “….she’s my sister.”

“Fuck.” The picture slips from his grip but before it met with the floor and smashed you reached a hand out and caught it. His gaze followed it as it fell and once they landed on you the look in his eyes seemed to change completely. He almost looked like he hated himself for what he had just done. “I….I am so sorry. I thought you were someone else.”

He knelt down and held out his hand to you to help you back up onto your feet but you quickly flinched away from him as a scared whimper escaped your lips.

“St-Stay away from me. I’m not….I’m not who you want.”

“It’s your sister I’m looking for. Where is she?”

His heart had sunk at the terrified look on your face, at the thought that he had scared you so much you weren’t allowing him to help you, so he let himself fall against the wall opposite you so that there was a sufficient gap between the two of you but he could still keep an eye on you to make sure you were okay, well, as okay as you could be given that he really had been about to kill you.

“My sis-sister? Why….why does she deserve to die by your hands?”

Although a fire still feels like it is burning through your throat you sat yourself up properly and faced him. You don’t even need to see into a mirror to know that you neck was covered with deep bruising….you could feel each and every spot where his fingers had been.

“You’ve heard of the Winter Soldier I take it?”

Until now you hadn’t really taken in his appearance much, the fact that your life had been flashing before your very eyes didn’t help, but as you sat up against the wall you finally let your gaze take in every detail of him from his long, messy, brunette locks to the stubble that decorated his face down to the very metal arm that had just been crushing the life out of you. You swallowed down nervously before nodding your head silently in response to his question.

“Your sister was a part of the team that turned me into that monster. I heard talk of her being around here so for the past week I have been following you, thinking you were her, and waited for the right moment.”

A whole week he had been following you?

Everyone you had spoken to had thought you were being paranoid when you spoke of feeling like you were being watched and yet that was exactly what had happened. When you were going about your daily life he had been hiding in the shadows somewhere……the thought alone was enough to make a shudder pass through your whole body.

“You’ve got it wrong. My sister would never do such a horrible thing to someone. She’s working abroad as a missionary…she’s helping people!”

“She has deceived you. She works for an organisation called Hydra and has done for quite some time now. I know it’s not what you want to hear but she needs to pay for what she did to me….what she took from me.”

Your head is spinning as you try and get your mind around the news being given to you but it proves too much; You shook your head repeatedly, silently denying the information, before the shock of this encounter finally hits you and everything goes black as you slip into unconsciousness.

Bucky had seen what was about to happen and caught your head in his hands before it could hit the floor. For a few quiet moments he simply looked down at your sleeping form, his stomach knotting uncomfortably when he saw the injuries to your neck. Yet again he had hurt an innocent, another face to add to the mountain of them already in his mind.

A heavy sigh sounded out as he scooped you up into his arms and gently placed you back down onto your bed. Your [h/c] locks fanned out onto your pillow and although he tried to stop himself from doing so he soon found his flesh hand running through your hair, his fingers feeling every strand that passed through them.

Had it not been for your phone starting to ring he would have become lost in the guilt he felt for what he had done to you, cursed himself for being so damn broken, but the shrill tone stopped him from doing so and when he saw who it was calling you the dark look soon enveloped his eyes again.

It was her. The person who had helped to erase any good part of him that was left.

He made a mental note to come back to you to make sure you were okay but right now he needed some justice and as he left your room he answered the call that would lead him to the person he had been looking for.

                                               ~~~~~~~~~~

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Stu Macher- Pathetic Little Crush Part 1/2

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Okay I lost the ask but there were no numbers anyways she just said to write for Stu.

LEGGO!

...

He was so cute! You’d never seen anyone more attractive in your life. Stu Macher was perhaps the epitome of perfection. Perfect face, handsome smile, amazing hair, and a personality to match it all.

You had a crush on him for years. But it seemed like he had a type. That type was definitely not you. You were quiet, mousy, timid he was loud, loud again and outgoing as all hell.

Who knew that fate would be on your side when you accidentally crashed into him in the halls. 

You dropped all of your things, books and pens practically flying.

“I am so sorry!!” you began cursing yourself out. Even if it was him that rammed into you, you had a bad habit of apologizing. “I’m such a fucking-” you lowered yourself to your knees. “What a mess.” 

“Sorry about that.” the words cut through the air like a knife. You had noticed out of the corner of your eye, the person had knelt down and began gathering what you hadn’t.

To say you were surprised that it was Stu who had rammed into you was an understatement. You nearly dropped anything again. “It’s fine.” you stammered.

“Yo. You’re Y/N right?”

“Who? Me?” you dropped your books all over again. “Pfft.Umm, Y-yesss?.” it came out like a question instead of a solid response. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he laughed. “You don’t know your own name?”

“I do!” you fired back. “I think?” you whispered the last part. 

“You think?!” he cackled. “You’re so cute!” he titled his head to the side. “I like that.”

You? Cute!!!

Stu watched with a sly grin as you gathered your stuff. Yeah, he knew you from around. You kept to yourself a lot though. You weren’t really a target in his eyes so he opted to ignore you, what a mistake. He thought your crush on him was adorable at best, but now that he got a closer look, you were really pretty. Beautiful, even. Inside and out.

Oh yeah, he knew. It was so obvious. He was really good at pretending not to notice things, it made the killing thing easy for him.

You were kind, your were smart, and you were everything every girl on campus wished they could be. Yet, you treated everyone like a friend. Even those who hated you.

You finally stood to your feet, preparing to walk off.

“Hey!”

Stu tried to catch up to you. “Y/N wait up!”

“Hm?” you turned around, hugging your stuff to your chest. “Yeah?” 

“Um...maybe I’m wrong but. Your folks live next door to mine, right?”

“They do...” you replied, finding yourself strangely comfortable with him now.

“Oh, do they now? Guess that makes us neighbors!” he threw an arm around you. “We should link up and do some studying some time!”

“I- um...Would your girlfriend like that?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Come on! What harm could a lil study session do? You’re comin over tonight! I got a huge English test comin’ up anyways.” he declared. “SEE YA LATER NEW BESTIE!”

“Um...bye?” you awkwardly waved him off.

...

“A study date?” your father awkwardly glared Stu up and down. “My Y/N didn’t tell me anything about a study date.”

“It was last minute sir, we’ve been working very hard but staying behind after school isn’t enough...” Stu was standing at your door.

“What a diligent young man!” you mother fastened her heels as she walked from the kitchen to join your dad at the door. “What was your name, dear?”

“Stu! My parents live next door.” 

“The Macher boy!” you father suddenly smiled. “Well in that case, I guess we’ll just head out then! Have fun sweetie!” your dad kissed your head and you mom followed suit.

“If you plan on doing anything, I’ve hid some condoms in your bedside drawer” you mother winked.

“Mom!” your eyes widened at her.

“LOVE YOU SWEETIE! TA-TA!” She waved, slamming the door closed. 

“They seem nice!” Stu commented. 

“They’re...themselves.” you sighed. “I love them though. Ready to study??”

...

“UUUUGGGGHH, I’m so bored!” he groaned.

“We’ve only been studying for a few hours.” you sighed. ”Why don’t we take a break!”

“I’ve got a better idea! Let’s play 20 questions!” he shut his science book and threw it across the room. “You first!”

“Alright?” you raised an eyebrow. “What do you do for fun?”

“Ummm- Wow.” he laughed. “I like having parties!” his voice grew low. “I like being surrounded by dead bod- I mean different people.”

“What do you-”

“MY TURN! Do you like scary movies?”

“Um...Not really.” you tilted your head to the side. “I’m sort of a scardy cat.” you shrugged.

“So you’re not a fan, hm?” he raised an eyebrow with a smirk. “If you had a favorite, what would you choose?”

“I-I don’t watch many.” you held your textbook in your hands. Instead of smiling, he was completely stone faced. “Why? Tryna get me into em or somethin?”

“Something like that.” he grew a distant look in his eye. “I like things with blood...where the final girl get’s tormented by the killer.”

“Isn’t that every single movie with a female lead ever made?” you joked. “That doesn’t count as a question. Okay...Why do you like scary movies?”

“The same reason people fantasize about murdering the people they hate...it gives into a fantasy. But if you had a backbone...you’d actually do it.”

“Huh?” You looked up at Stu in shock. “Y-you’re a real kidder, Stu.”

Stu looked you up and down. We’re you not afraid? We’re you not disgusted? Was your crush on him more than what he thought? He had to find out. 

“Here’s my question...how long have you had a crush on me?”

“What?” you felt your heart drop to your stomach.

“Yeah, how long have you been in love with me-”

“So is that what this is?” you glared, dropping your textbook. You stood up from your bed. “Did Tatum put you up to this?!”

“Tatum doesn’t even know I’m here-”

“BULLSHIT!” You shouted. “I knew it. I fucking knew it.” your breath heaved. “This was a set up.” you felt yourself about to cry. 

“Y/N what are you talking about.” Stu was taken aback and for some reason, very concerned. “No! Wait! This isn’t what you think.”

“Oh yes the fuck it is!” you snapped. “You think playing with me emotions is fun!?” you snapped. “Are my feelings a game to you?”

“Y/N wait!” Stu followed you as you walked out of your room. You went to grab your house phone to call your parents, to bed them to come home. He grabbed the phone before you could. “I’m not playing with your feelings!”

“Then why would you-”

“Because I want to know if you care about me!” he snapped. “I want to know if the only person who see’s good in everyone could see good in me!”

“Huh?”

Stu’s face fell. His handsome smile was replaced by quivering lips and watery eyes. “Why do you like me?”

You raised an eyebrow, wiping your eyes. You walked up to Stu, who had tears running down his face.

“Why do you care?”

“I just do.” he deadpanned. “Please...tell me.”

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Affectionate! Dabi- Lovestruck: Part 2/2

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Hello hi, you guys wanted a part 2...so here we are! And don’t worry, we got some uninterrupted from smut! Nina shan’t cockblock this time. (Yes, person this is based off of. Cuz I know you’re reading, I CALLED YOU A COCKBLOCK) Also yes this is another self-insert gift to myself because I can tf

This includes sensual dancing, slight PDA, intimidating Dabi, also slight degradation/ slut calling, daddy mention

Leggo!

...

“Well look who it is.” Dabi smirked as you walked through the elevators to enter his living room. “I was starting to think you were ghosting me.”

“It’s been three days.” you giggled as he stood up from the couch. 

“A whole ass 72 hours, beautiful. I didn’t think I’d make it.” he walked up to you, throwing his arms around you. “Hmmm, hey baby.”

You and Dabi were practically inseparable. It was almost gross how cheesy you two were. 

“Hey.” you bit your lip. 

“You gonna kiss me or not, babe?”

You stood on your tip toes and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing your lips to his. Of course the perv just had to make it lewd by trailing his hands under your shirt to caress your slightly exposed skin. “Hm, that’s better.” he mumbled into the kiss.

Out of the several weeks you two been together, the last three days were the first you’ve literally been apart. You pulled away from Dabi, noticing the slight glint in his eyes. You’d never say it, because he’d always deny it but you loved his face. Burnt or not. You trailed your fingers lightly over his jawline.

“So-” he began as he led you further into the living room. “Where were you the past three days and why haven’t I heard from you?” he sat back down on the couch, pulling you onto his lap. “God I missed you.” he kissed your cheek and began trailing his lips down your jawline.

“Nina invited me to an even with Jenette and we went shopping.”

“An event huh?” he mused, not ceasing his movements.

“Mhm.” you laced your fingers through his. “She and I spent the past three days driving around town looking for dresses.” you shuddered, feeling his tongue trace down your neck. 

“Find anything interesting?” he asked, not ceasing his movements. 

“A few, actually.” you sighed, relaxing into his touch. “Y’know. Nina said I’m allowed to bring a plus-one.”

“Where you going with this, Y/N.” he stopped kissing along your skin to gaze into your eyes. 

“Would you possibly be interested in going with me?” you moved around on his lap so your legs were rested on either side of his body. “Please?” you pouted.

“Listen Doll. I know I’m loaded but the last thing I want is to go to a fucking rich asshole meetup.” he wrapped his arms around you. “You know me.”

“I don’t wanna be alone there! Nina is gonna be dancing with Jen.” you groaned. “Can I convince you?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Dabi~” you whined. “Didn’t you say you’d do anything for me?”

“Y/N~” he mocked. “Did you forget that this mug isn’t the most child friendly.” he motioned to his face and slightly opened shirt. “And yes that is my only excuse...why do you care about a bunch of rich assholes anyways?”

“I don’t.” you bit your lip. “I just thought it’d be fun.”

“Argh, you’re using that voice.” he groaned. “You’re lucky you’re mine or else I’d-”

“You’d what.” you scoffed. “You’re the one who courted me first, sir.” you bit your lip and you leaned forward to kiss his lips over and over. 

“Shit, I better be getting some when we get back though.”

“You’d get some regardless you ass.”

“I know...I just love hearing you say it.” (Read more below the cut)

...(At the party)

Everyone was dancing was fraternizing. The huge event hall was full to the brim and it showed. Jenette was really popular as a socialite and she damn sure knew how to throw a party.

You dawned a low back, floor length, sparkly black gown that shifted into midnight blue under the lights. The dress has a slit going up the leg and stop at your upper thigh. A homage to the hot-head himself.

“Where’s this boyfriend.” Jen drunkenly threw an arm around Nina’s shoulder. “Lemme see him!!”

“If you can stay vertical long enough to actually see him.” Nina playfully rolled her eyes at Jen’s lack of sobriety. “You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

“He’s coming.” you smiled. “I hope.” you muttered. He promised he’d be here! 

“Y/N.” Nina grabbed your attention. “Look” she nodded towards the top of the grand staircase.

You turned around and found Dabi standing near the bottom on the staircase. He wore a suit. His white button up seemed to fit slightly loose as it was unbuttoned at the top. Along with a black blazer, he wore a waistcoat. His tie was loosely fastened too. He met your eyes and sent you a wink as he began walking down the stairs.

“May I take your jacket sir?”

“No thanks.” he kept his eyes on you as he walked towards you. “Hey.”

“Hi!” you grabbed his hands. “You’re here!”

“I am.”

“I THOUGHT HE WAS IMAGINARY! I OWE THAT IDIOT SHAWN 40 DOLLARS NOW!” Jenette groaned. “Ow my head!! Someone be a lamb and get me an icepack!”

“I’ll take care of this, you two go have fun! NO FUNNY BUSINESS!” Nina warned. You two were left as they stalked off. 

“You look beautiful tonight.” Dabi commented. “Your dress kinda matches the tie.”

“Almost like we were meant to be here together?” you teased. 

Before Dabi could answer, the orchestra had began playing again. Instead of fast paced like they had been before, a slow, sensual, and jazzy tune erupted throughout the hall. 

“We’re gonna slow it down as per request from Miss Jenette.”

“GET IT! GET IT! GET IT!” 

“JEN GET BACK HERE!”

“I’m gonna kill those two.” you pinched your nose bridge as Dabi burst into a fit of laughter. 

“Well while we’re here...dance with me.” he held out his hand. With a slight eyeroll you followed him to the middle of the dancefloor. You two were the object of many gazes. While some of them were staring at Dabi’s face, most of them were staring at how effortlessly perfect together you two looked. 

Dabi was right, your dress matched his tie. You two were the envy of everyone. Both effortless but damn sure good looking. 

One in the middle of the dancefloor, Dabi wrapped an arm around your waist, resting his hand on your lower back. He pulled you close to his chest. 

“I’m glad you took my invitation to heart.” you began moving in rhythm with Dabi.

“I couldn’t leave you high and dry now could I?” he glared in the direction of a few men who had been staring a little too long for his liking. “I’ll be honest. I was going crazy thinking about how sexy you’d look tonight.” he bit his lip. “You’re breathtaking.” he leaned forward, dipping his head into the crook of your neck. “Your shoes....they make us the same height now.” he inhaled the scent of your perfume.

“I’m glad, cuz they were the nicest ones I had.” you joked, now very glad you wore heels for once. “I wanted to be able to reach you for once...”

“Hm...I prefer you without them...I’d prefer your comfortable when I fu-...”he tried to say only to shut up when you have him a warning glare. “Okay I’ll behave.”

He then began kissing up your shoulder, leaving little pecks along your neck.

“Dabi, people are staring.” you melted into his touch. Of course they were, how could they not.

“Let them. I want them so see us up close.” he whispered. “If they wanna stare at my fucked up face, the least they can do is stare in envy. Since I have the best looking girl here.”

“Dabi.” you hummed. “You’re doing a whole lot of talking and not enough dancing.” you giggled. He moved his head to rest his forehead against yours. 

“Can you blame me?” he spoke lowly. He ran his hands up your back, holding you flush against his body. “May I be so bold to ask you to come back to my place with me?”

“I thought you’d never ask...I fucking hate it here.” you giggled, prompting a laugh from him. “You’d think these rich assholes took being rich as an Olympic sport.” you scoffed. “God they’re so annoying.”

“That bad huh?”

“I’ve heard more interesting conversations with my roommate’s potted plants.”

“Shit, told you.” he shrugged. “Let’s get out of here, babygirl.”

...

Your back hit the elevator wall. Just as the doors closed, Dabi pushed himself on you. He crashed his hot mouth over your lips as he rid himself of his blazer. You took it upon yourself to help him out of his vest the best you could.

He hiked his hand up your dress, resting on your upper thigh. 

You could barely keep up with Dabi as he explored your mouth with his tongue. He urgently shoved his keycard through the slot. 

“Baby, I’ve been waiting to tear this dress off you all night.” he breathed. “You’re so fucking sexy, Y/N.”

“Dabi~” you whined. “Could you at least wait until we get to your floor?”

“Hell no.” he wrapped his blazer around you. “I need you so fucking bad.” he kept kissing you. “You’ve been on my mind all fucking night.”

When the elevator got to his floor, Dabi hoisted you up and wrapped your legs around his torso. Your lips didn’t break away from Dabi and he left a trail of his blazer and waistcoat behind.

“Bedroom?” he asked.

“Lead the way.” you nodded.

You were practically tossed onto the bed. You had freed your hair of its previous style as Dabi unbuttoned his pants. He crawled over you, tearing the slit up your dress even higher. Your dress was hanging on by a literal thread at this point. 

“Spread your legs.” he growled. “Now.” 

You obediently spread your legs slightly revealing that you had gone commando for the evening. In your defense, the dress was hella tight.

“God you’re such a slut and I love that shit.” he smirked. “Shit, easy access for me.” he hooked your leg over his shoulder and dragged his sharp tongue up your slit. “You’re so fucking wet.” he purposely made lewd slurping sounds as he lashed his tongue against your sopping hot flesh.

You let out a shallow breath, resisting the urge to run your hands through his hair. 

“Hmmm~” he laughed, he glared up at you with a glint in his eye. “I like you this way, spread and exposed to me.”

“D-dabi~” you whined, arching your back. 

“Come on.” he laid sloppy licks up your heat, “Grind that pussy against my tongue.” he growled.

His voice was low and guttural, the Dabi you had gotten accustomed to after dark. “Cum on my face baby~” he sang lowly.

You choked on your own breaths, your moans turning into needy whines for release. You couldn’t help but plead for him. “Fuck, D-dabi please?” you mewled. You tangled your hands in his hair, feeling his mouth attack your clit.

“Come on baby, cum for me, cum for daddy baby.”

“Fu-uuucck.” you felt yourself come undone all over his mouth. Dabi guided your through your orgasm, moving his tongue with your hips. Dabi crawled up your body, crashing his lips over yours again. His pants and boxers were pulled down to where his cock had been freed.

He ripped his shirt the rest of the way, allowing the buttons to pop off and fly practically everywhere. 

“God I fucking love you.” he groaned through kisses. You felt his cock tease your entrance. He knew from the day he met you that you were meant to be with him. “Fuck Y/N, you’re so fucking sexy. I bet your insides are just begging to be filled.”

You felt the tip of his cock pierce your insides. Dabi growled lowly, reveling in your innocent looking face. Your jaw had slightly went slack and your eyes were hooded with pleasure, barely able to stay open. 

Dabi eased himself inside, inch by inch until he was all the way inside. The sound of squelching water sounds echoed through out the otherwise quiet room over your breaths and moans.

“Fuck, baby.” Dabi growled, slowly thrusting himself in and out of your wetness. “Y/N...” he sloppily gave you a kiss that was practically all tongue. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his movements go harder and deeper. 

He thrust into you painfully slowly, almost teasing you. 

“D-dabi, it feels so fucking good.” you cried. “Fuck.” you whimpered through kisses. 

“God I’m gonna cum so hard inside you.” he growled, thrusting himself even deeper into your wetness. His dick twitched inside you as he moved in rhythm with your hips. “I want to paint your insides white with my cum, baby.” he thrust abruptly deeper with each movement. “Fuck baby, I want you to cum all over my cock.”

Through slow kisses and him burying his dick deep inside you, you could barely make any words. Only a string of curses and his name. 

Dabi’s thrusts grew sloppy and less coordinated. He was close just as you were. “Y/N, fuck. Come for me. Fucking come for me!” he growled. “God damnit!” he snarled. “FUCK!” he finally broke.

“D-Dabii~~” you whimpered, feeling yourself come undone as well. 

“Shit.” he grunted, crashing his mouth over yours again. His tongue invaded the small space that was your mouth. He rolled his hips against yours, feeling your hole tighten around his shaft. 

You were a shaking mess in his arms. Intense was the last word you could use to describe what had just happened.

“Oh baby...you’re shaking.” 

“It’s your f-fault.” you whined.

“Oh come on.” he winked. “You love it....are you okay?”

“Mhm.” you nodded shyly, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Good. I was afraid I went too hard.” he sighed. “I love you Y/N.” he kissed your forehead. “So fucking much.”

“I love you, Dabi.” you replied back. 

“Hm...You hungry?”

“Depends. You gonna cook for me?” you bit your lip.

“Dummy...come on.” he stood up, adjusting his pants. “You can put on my shirt and meet me in the kitchen.”

“I wouldn’t miss it.” you giggled, moving to your knees to peck his lips. “Wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

(and that’s part 2!! thanks for reading!!)