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You really thought the worst thing that could happen was the villain grabbing you hard enough to leave a scalding hand print against your arm, knowing that the burn would absolutely leave a scar.
But, then it was you being dragged away from the scene of the crime, and thrown through a portal before you could even cry out to your fellow heroes for help.
And then you were dropped to your knees on the floor of some dilapidated old bar, villain eyes boring into you from every angle, before the man with so many scars grabbed you by your hair and forced you up to look at him.
All three of those incidents were awful, yes, but they weren’t the worst you would endure. No, your humiliation had yet to come, and the first step was your kidnapper locking something tightly around your wrist, before ordering you to put your hand in the second one before he blew your head clean off.
Handcuffs. Quirk-cancelling, steel, and near painful from how tight he had set them against your wrists. For a second, you naively considered asking him to at least loosen them a bit--but that would just make you look even weaker than you already did. And you couldn’t afford that, couldn’t risk showing off your underbelly and letting him think he could have whatever he wanted from you--you didn’t want to die, not in vain, and not in a shitty villain hideout like this.
So, when he smiled down at you, you spit in his face.
And a cold shiver ran up your spine when he smirked, wiped it off with the back of his hand, and licked it clean.
“Dabi. And you’re my bitch now, hero.”
With no threat of your hands any longer, he used both of his to grab your face, one cupping your jaw while the other dug his fingers into your cheeks, until you were forced to part your lips--and to your horror, he leaned over you and spit directly into your mouth, the fluid so disgusting on your tongue as he forced your lips closed and ordered you to drink it.
To your left, you could hear what sounded like a girl squealing, her words going a mile a minute as she seemed to coo over Dabi’s “new toy”. But he simply ignored her and grabbed you by the scruff of your costume, yanking you up to your knees and ordering the other villains not to bother him as he pulled you away. You tried to memorize where he walked, which corridors he turned down and doors he went through--until he came to one at the very end of a maze of halls, kicked it open, and shoved you through it.
“ Nh-! What do you want?! Are you simply that depraved that you only wish to humiliate me?!”
You tried not to let your emotions break through your facade as you were shoved to the ground; the cold truth was that you were frightened, and you desperately wanted one of your allies to break through the wall of this room and rescue you--but the longer time went on, the further that dream seemed to be.
“Mh. You’re one of those ‘knightly’ ones, huh? Obsessed with honour and all that?”
As he kicked the door shut behind him, he didn’t seem perturbed in the least that he’d stolen you away and locked you up, nor that he’d only just done something as disgusting as spit in your mouth. He wandered around you to the other side of his room where a bed, a small coffee table, and a lamp sat against the wall, a book or two strewn here and there, and plopped himself down at the opposite end of the table. Crossing his legs, he leaned his elbows on top and stared at you blankly for a moment or two--before he seemed to get bored, and pulled out his phone to fiddle around with it.
"Smile."
Click .
“Bastard!”
You bared a glare that could cut through stone, balancing yourself up so you could stand strong on your feet, even though you couldn’t use your quirk or your hands. With a step forwards, you growled out an insult too bold to be repeated, raised your foot high, and brought it down with such force of your anger that the table split in half and splintered completely with a ringing crack.
And his expression didn’t change. He just looked up at you, apparently oblivious to the rage emanating off of you.
“You’re going to pay, villain! I’ll imprison you and your lackeys for your crimes and make the world a brighter place because of it!”
For civilians, fellow heroes, students, your words often moved them into honour and triumphant thoughts--it was one of your many talents as a burgeoning pro hero. But they elicited nothing from the villain before you, and he only got to his feet to dust the wood chips off his pants--before something finally clicked in his mind.
“...That’s right. You’re the new T.A at the hero academy, huh? That must be why you’re so.... feisty .”
You hadn’t noticed the lust simmering behind his eyes until now, and now was already too late. He had been playing with you this whole time, trying to get a reaction that he could torture you with.
“I was gonna rough you up live, so all those heroes could see you being killed by a villain before their eyes...but you’re still pliable. I can still make you my whore .”
Now, the grin that split across Dabi’s face made you visibly shiver--and before you could think about making a move you were yanked over by your shirt and shoved face-first into the bed, your knees trembling as you were bent over it with your arms cuffed behind your back. At once, you heard him messing about with some kind of fabric, before unzipping something--and your blood ran cold, as he didn’t even bother to take them off and ripped open your costume pants by the seam. You kicked at him, and yelled obscenities, but he only held you down loosely enough so he could finish his task. He poured lube over your hole and crammed his fingers inside, clumsily stretched you out and scissored you while you bit back your moans, and didn’t give you a chance to beg before his cock bumped against your entrance from behind, and he chuckled in a blood-chilling way as he slid inside you so easily, it was criminal.
And to your mixed horror, he didn’t move afterwards. He pushed inside until his balls rested heavy against your behind, and he let out a sigh, but he didn’t move. On one hand you were thankful, the next part of your nightmare had been paused--but the more he moved the faster he would finish up, and you wouldn’t have to feel his dirty cock filling you out so tightly.
“Y-You disgusting hellion....you’ll pay for this…”
“You seem to lose it pretty easy when you don’t get what you want...you’ve got a temper, huh hero? Anyone ever told you you’re a brat? ”
You scowled up at him from over your shoulder, trying to force him to disintegrate with your eyes as he committed such a foul act--but your expression melted into shock when he laid a slap into your behind, already leaving a bright handprint in its wake.
“Answer Daddy when he asks you a question.”
Oh, God . It wasn’t enough that this reprobate found a sick glee in defiling innocents--he expected you to call him that title, seriously? Though you had been been through so much already, you couldn’t call yourself a hero if your spirit was broken this quickly. You opened your mouth to give this villain a tongue-lashing of a lifetime, Babi or whatever his name was--but all that came out was an embarrassingly sensitive moan, as he suddenly thrusted forward and ripped every clear thought from your mind.
“...Feels good? Figured it would. Tight, pretty little whores like you always drop the act when they’ve get some good dick...you’re not a virgin, though, I can tell. You fuck some other pro heroes and suck them off so they’ll let you teach at your old school?”
The implications that he was muttering into your ear were so foul, you tried to force yourself not to squeeze around him when he got to the especially filthy parts...but your eyes soon widened, at what he said last.
“H-How-?”
“Intel. You know we’re the same age? Maybe I would’ve gone to U.A too...but I much preferred jacking it while I watched you train, and spunking all over your pillow during class.”
That couldn’t possibly be true, there was no way he had been following you this long...but if he knew about the strange occurrences you never spoke about in the academy, and that strange feeling of being watched...you could only imagine all that he really knew about you.
“..Who would’ve thought I’d be here now, all these years later, using you as a cockwarmer...and training you to be my personal fucktoy. Now, you’re gonna be nice and call me by my name, or I’ll spill everything. ”
His nails dug into your hips, and you let out a whimper--but you could barely feel humiliated now, since he already knew and had seen so much, and he had plans to completely break you of your own will. Your future flashed before your eyes...and sucking down your anxiety, you softly mumbled it under your breath.
“I..I love you... Daddy ..”
Dabi sank his teeth into the back of your neck, a yelp spilling off your lips as he tongued the mark it would leave--and you could feel him throbbing inside you, his cock practically begging to fuck you properly.
“You’re so fucking cute ...now, since you’re gonna be nice for me, I’ll make sure you get lots of Daddy’s cum, as much as you want...and you won’t have to bother yourself with being a hero anymore. I’ve waited long enough for this--you’re Daddy’s cumdump, now and forever .”