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You sigh angrily as your captor goes over the rules again. It’s been 4 days of non-stop repetition, you could easily recite them from memory.
No noise while he’s working.
No trying to escape.
No thrashing.
No complaining.
They’re very simple, run-of-the-mill kidnapper rules. You’ve heard some variation of them many times already throughout your admittedly short career. Despite being young and relatively nonthreatening, your proximity to Endeavor as his sidekick makes you prime hostage material. You’ve always been able to free yourself, but this time feels different. The stakes feel higher.
Looking across the room at the folding table he uses as a desk, you wonder what he could possibly be working on. He spends most of his time in this room, even sleeping on the mattress in the corner to your left, but you haven’t seen him do anything besides sleep and work. No intel to report to-
“Don’t space out on me,” he growls, grabbing your hair and pushing your head back.
Dabi, the only ranged fighter in the League of Villains. On television, he’s a looming black pillar amid plumes of flame, more of a bogeyman than a villain. Here, in a fluorescent-lit concrete basement with his face too close, you feel differently. He’s no less threatening, but being close enough to him to count his pores makes him seem like a person rather than a vague threat.
“I said don’t space out on me, L/N Y/N.” His free hand bursts into flames, the heat making you shrink back. “Do you actually want to die?”
Shaking your head, you look up, the quirk-canceling cuffs around your wrists glinting fron where they keep your hands against the wall. “I do not want to die.”
“They won’t come off.” He extinguishes his hand and lets go of you. “Don’t waste your time breaking the rules.”
You watch as he walks over to his computer, worried. He should be threatening you more. Instead of returning to work, he opens it and walks back to you, smirking.
“Finally found it.”
“Found what?” you ask, leaning forward to see the screen. It appears to be a file on you from Endeavor’s hero agency. “Why are you showing me this? I’ve seen it before.”
He taps a section labeled ADMIN NOTES–CLASSIFIED. “Read these, it seems your boss has a real high opinion of you.”
You haven’t seen the section before, but it’s on an Endeavor Hero Agency watermarked document, and you know that Endeavor does keep notes on all sidekicks. Curious, you begin reading.
L/N Y/N: Age: XX, Quirk: Energy Absorption. Hellflame and Energy Absorption seem highly compatible, if a child inherited the damage-absorbing trait and a variation of Hellflame they could use their quirk almost indefinitely. L/N is young enough to bear at least six children, has pleasant physiogomy, and seems agreeable and cooperative in our interactions. Will discuss ways to promote this pairing with the Commission, may require job restructuring or loss on the part of L/N.
Recoiling, you glare at him. “That’s a sick joke! Why would you write that?”
“I didn’t,” Dabi sighs, turning the computer away from you.
“Endeavor has a wife and three children, he wouldn’t say any of those things.” You turn your head away. “Stop lying.”
“I can prove that his marriage was a paid quirk marriage, and that he’s had his wife involuntarily committed to a mental hospital for a while now.” He looks smug, mocking as he turns the computer back around.
Payment records dating to the present day. Hundreds, with Endeavor’s personal information on them, to XXXX Hospital. A marriage contract that stipulated a requirement for at least two children. You slump, shaking your head violently.
“I don’t believe you!” Your stomach churns at the memory of every interaction you’ve had with Endeavor over the past three years. Now that you’re thinking about it, it’s painfully plausible.
“Wait, I didn’t show you the best part!” he singsongs, pulling up-
No.
A birth certificate? For a child Endeavor has never mentioned before.
Touya Todoroki. EC: Teal. HC: White. Quirk…
Lighting a hand on fire again, Dabi flutters his eyelashes at you, teal irises glowing. “Want me to go get my used Manic Panic box?”
You feel like crying, or maybe throwing up. “You’ve proven your point. So you’ve brought me here to what? Get back at your dad? Kill me?” Your words are laced with venom, but he seems fully unaffected.
“Everything except for killing you, basically.” Kneeling on the floor in front of you, he sets the laptop down. He begins recording with the front camera on some sort of video streaming app. “Unless you do anything to try to escape.”
Nodding, you let him detach the cuffs from the wall and collapse to your knees in front of the camera. You can’t go anywhere with the cuffs still on, even if you’re no longer really restrained.
“Good girl,” he purrs. “I’ll wait a moment, so I can be sure he’s watching. It’s a public stream, but I’ve made sure he has a link.”
“Are you going to torture me?” you ask, voice tired.
He grins. “Maybe.”
You stare miserably at the blinking red dot until a *ping* makes you jump.
“He’s here, Y/N! Say hello!” Dabi crouches behind you and forces you to sit up, waving your cuffed hands with his own.
“Hello.” You try to get a better look at the website, stiffening immediately. “Dabi, may I ask why you are streaming this to an adult website?”
He nuzzles into your neck, whispering in your ear. “Why do you know what the website is? What kind of stuff are you watching in your freetime?”
You blush, angry, and try to squirm away. “Let go of me!”
He begins pawing at your breasts through your ripped-up hero costume, squeezing too hard and pinching at your nipples. They harden at the stimulation, making him laugh.
“Enjoying yourself, Y/N?”
You protest, but it falls on deaf ears. Grabbing the front of your costume he rips it open, exposing your breasts to the camera. The sudden bouncing makes you wince, and you try to cover yourself.
Wrenching your arms away, he continues playing with them, clearly relishing in your embarrassment. Despite the discomfort, some of the touches are starting to feel good. Upsettingly good. This is compounded by him suckling on your neck, leaving dark bruises behind. You stifle a whimper, desperately avoiding looking at him or the camera.
He stops, grabbing your face in one hand. “If you refuse to make good noises, I can always make you make bad ones.” His hand heats up. “Understand?”
You nod.
“Good girl!” He addresses the camera. “How’s the show, Endeavor? I’ve sent your comments on your cute little sidekick here to the media by the way, if you’re not too busy whacking off to try to stop that piece of news getting reported.” Snaking a hand down to your clothed pussy, he begins rubbing your clit.
You’re embarrassingly turned on. You frantically try to angle your hips to make it feel less good, but he just adjusts his fingers. A wet spot grows between your legs, horribly obvious to the camera, and you whine, burying your face in his collarbone.
“Aw, are you making a mess?” he teases, nipping at your earlobe. “Getting all worked up for a murderer? What kind of hero are you?” Pulling his fingers away, he rips your hero costume the rest of the way down, exposing your pussy to the camera.
You yelp, blushing redder. “I think you’ve done whatever you were trying to do, right?”
He smiles at you, face sinister. “Oh no, I think you’ve misunderstood.” His hand is back, two fingers hooking up into your pussy and palm rubbing your clit. “I’m taking everything Endeavor wants away from him. You, your future children, your job, the whole package. It’s mine.” He rolls his hips lazily against your ass, his erection very noticeable even through his jeans.
“But I don’t- ah!” You lay back on his chest, trying to form words as he picks up the pace of his fingers. They’re rubbing in all the right places, throwing you deeper and deeper into a fog of helpless lust.
He palms himself through his pants with his free hand, struggling for a moment with the zipper. Then he pulls his cock out between your thighs, smirking at your stunned gaze. It’s big, with piercings running up the length and a Prince Albert at the tip.
“Never seen one with piercings before?”
“Never seen one before,” you say, only realizing your mistake when he starts laughing.
“Hear that Endeavor? Your precious, untouched flower of a sidekick is gonna get absolutely wrecked by villain cock for their very first time!” he gloats at the camera, easily lifting you off his lap. “Go on, do it Y/N.”
You kneel over him, legs shaking. “Does it hurt?”
“Probably.” Dabi shrugs. “But aren’t you curious about how good it feels?” He begins rubbing your clit again, making your knees buckle. The head of his cock parts your lips, throbbing against your hole.
You gasp, struggling to hold yourself up as he continues, the pleasure making you feel weak. It’s scary, and you really don’t feel ready, and you don’t even like him as a person that much.
He stops rubbing, grabbing your hips with his hands and grinding his cock against your pussy. His hands start heating up. “Let me make you feel good,” he coaxes. “Come on, you know you want me to.”
“I- Hold on-” you stammer. The burning on your hips mingles with your arousal, clouding your head.
“Do you want to or should I?” He sounds so reasonable, presenting two options that equally benefit him.
“I’m not sure…” you whimper, hiding your face in your cuffed hands.
He strokes your cheek. “You’re okay. Look at the camera, Y/N.”
As you look up, he enters you in one thrust. It hurts, but the pain is overshadowed by the handprint-shaped burns on your hips. The cool metal of his piercings rubbing your walls has you fighting not to cum immediately. You really don’t want to cum for a villain on livestream, no matter how good it feels.
Dabi can tell you’re holding back. Pushing you forward, he moves you onto your knees and elbows. He grabs a fistful of your hair, forcing your face in front of the blinking red dot, then begins thrusting viciously into your pussy. The initial pain melts away and you can’t resist any longer, cumming hard around his cock. A loud moan escapes you, morphing into a high-pitched wail as he continues fucking you right through your orgasm.
A second orgasm begins building almost immediately, far too quickly. It’s approaching when he pulls out and sits back against the wall, raising an eyebrow at you.
“Ride me.”
Frustrated and needy, you crawl to him and straddle his lap, facing him. He cups your ass in his hands and winks at the camera before looking up.
“I thought I’d need to convince you. Already addicted?”
You glare at him. “Shut up before I decide cumming isn’t worth it.”
He smiles as you lower yourself onto him, putting your looped arms around his neck for support. It doesn’t hurt anymore, and you quickly begin bouncing, chasing a second high. Dabi throws his head back, gripping your burned hips.
“You’re mine. Ah~ All mine. I won.”
The knot in your stomach tightens and you whine, speeding up. He wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in your chest. His hips stutter, and you feel warmth filling you up, his cock pulsing inside of you. It pushes you over the edge and you cum for the second time, collapsing in his lap. You stay like that for a while, until he carefully picks you up and sets you down next to him.
Crawling towards the computer, he flips off the camera. “Fuck heroes, figuratively and I guess literally too.” Turning it off, he comes back to you, helping you up.
You stretch, sore all over. “Do I have to keep wearing the cuffs?”
“Are you going to kill me?”
You grin at him. “Maybe.”