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It was late on a work night when it happened. You were curled up on your couch under a large blanket, hot tea in your hand watching some god awful horror movie. The blue light from the tv casted shadows across your face and the rest of your apartment, you were only on the second floor but you were high enough up to escape the flood of streetlights from streaming in your windows.
You set your drink down and snuggle back into the couch cushions, pulling the blanket up across your chest. Your head rests back against a pillow as you grab the remote and flip through the channels looking for something to watch. It was Halloween so everything was a horror movie of some sort, although it was your favorite time of year, this time it was different. You were all alone now. Your fiancé left you eight months ago for some young, skinny blonde that worked at his hero agency as a receptionist. Of course that was only mere months after you up rooted your life and moved across the world to live with him when he wanted to start his own agency, leaving your mother and friends behind.
Now you’re stuck working at the local library and living in an apartment on the outskirts of town. The work paid decently, not much, but it was a lot better than being on the streets.
So tonight while everyone else was dressed up, out partying and drinking, you were sat at home in your Halloween themed pajamas watching The Shining for the third time that month…
You didn’t sleep very easily these days, not when every TV channel warned the citizens of the town of the newly implemented curfew of 9pm, warning people to only walk at night in pairs, don’t pick up hitch hikers etc etc. It seemed like Halloween coming up was either truly making the activity of criminals and villains ramp up, or people were just paranoid. Either way, you didn’t pay much attention because you only had a short walk from the library to your apartment and you didn’t go anywhere at night anyways. You doubt anyone would even notice you to begin with.
The movie went to commercial and you stood up, deciding to go into the kitchen to get a snack. As you rummage around in your fridge for something sweet, you hear a metal clanking coming from what sounded like outside your living room window. Deciding it was probably just some kids messing around, you went back to your snack hunt.
When the metal clanging got louder you paused, trying to figure out what that sound was. It was so close that you assumed it had to be the weird neighbor next door banging on something, what they could be doing at this hour was beyond you, but you were a professional at minding your own business.
Your search for something sweet turned fruitless, you closed the fridge and turned to walk back into the living room. You stepped right at the threshold between both rooms and stopped in your tracks. You were looking at the most bewildering sight.
A tall man with dark hair was climbing in your window from the fire escape. Clad in a black long sleeve shirt and black jeans, he swung his legs over the window sill, heavy black boots hitting your floor. The tv screen flashed back to the movie, the bright light illuminating the room and you could see your burglar better.
Scared skin covered half his face, which was held together by staples imbedded in his skin. It was either a really good costume or there was a very bad man standing in your apartment.
You stood there watching, frozen like a deer in headlights. The man looked up finally, his crystalline blue eyes meeting yours. Your heart was pounding in your chest, you could hardly control your breathing. Adrenaline rushed through your veins.
“Who the fuck are you?” He asked, his voice sounded strained and dry.
You scoffed, slightly offended “uh, I could ask you the same thing!” You had no idea where you got the confidence to say that but looking at the guy, you felt like you knew the scared face. God, where have you seen this guy before? He was so familiar!
“Tch. Real fucking cute, bitch. Where is he?” He took slow steps towards you, stopping halfway. Everything in your brain screamed at you to step back but or body was rooted in place, your fight or flight response clearly lacking.
“He? There’s no he here. Just me, sorry to disappoint.” You motioned to your half empty apartment, it was clear no one else was in here considering you could see almost all four corners of the place by standing in the living room.
The man looked around slowly, the realization evident on his face after seeing the decor and belongings scattered about the place,
“Ah fuck, wrong apartment.” His body relaxed slightly like he was disappointed.
You breathed out in relief, maybe he wouldn’t rob you or hurt you after all.
“Then whose apartment are you here for?” You raised a brow at him, curious what his intentions were.
“My dealer, he owes me money,” He replied to you, his eyes narrowing at you skeptically. He opened his mouth then shut it, like he was going to say something. You raised your eyebrows at him and nodded, signaling him to spit it out. “What apartment number are you?”
“26B”
“Great, he lives next door.”
“Great, now get out of my apartment.” You shot back at him, just wanting this strange man to get the hell out of your house. This entire interaction was not only confusing, but getting on your nerves. Can’t a girl just sit at home alone on Halloween without someone fucking with her? You thought that wasn’t too much to ask for.
He walked even closer to you in a slow gait, the way a predator would prowl towards its prey. Your body was alight with nerves, all traces of your previous attitude and confidence was quickly quelled under the heat of his intense gaze, you were surprised you weren’t shaking.
“Hmm…feisty little thing you are,” he look passed you and to your stove that displayed the time, “what are you doing up anyways? It’s late.” He asked, eyes flicking back down to your face.
“Can’t sleep.”
“Don’t you have to work in the morning or something?”
“Yeah”
“Where do you work?”
“The library.” You huffed out, this was turning into twenty questions.
“You live alone?”
“Yup”
“No boyfriend?” He tilted his head to the side a bit like a curious dog.
“Fiancé cheated on me and left me almost a year ago for his receptionist, leaving me flat broke and with no job or family. Now, are we done with this home invasion interview or do you have anything else you’d like to know?”
“Are you gonna call the commission on me?”
“No, my luck my sleazy, degenerate ex would show up.” You said as you rolled your eyes at him, crossing your arms over your chest, suddenly self conscious.
“Oh, your ex is a hero hm?” He grinned, it was a little too wide, unnatural and intimidating.
It made you pause. You were divulging all of this info to a man you didn’t even know the name of, who broke into your house with intentions on collecting a debt. This was obviously not your best thinking.
You shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, eyes cast to the floor.
“Uhm…what is your name?” You managed to say without stuttering like a fool, hoping to swap the topic back to him.
“It’s Dabi. Although I am surprised you didn’t already know it seeing as I am the reason the entire town is practically on a lock down.”
Your head snapped up to look at him. The revelation flashed before your eyes, the sudden understanding of where you had seen him before washed over you. You had indeed seen him on the news, his picture flashing briefly across the screen when the news anchor spoke about the city wide curfew.
He was a villain. Of course he was. If you didn’t have bad luck, you wouldn’t have any luck at all it seemed.
Your wide eyed stare gave you away, Dabi let out a low chuckle, a warm finger under your chin was tilting your head up to look at him, you didn’t know when he’d gotten so close.
“Ahh now she knows huh. I suggest you keep quiet about your night time visitor, or you’ll end up like your next door neighbor.”
“Don’t worry. I don’t have anyone to tell anyways.” You sighed as he turned on his heel, heading for the window. He slid the window open and slipped out of it, balancing along the ledge. You approached the window curiously and watched as he slinked across to the neighbors window.
You shut the window and backed away. You let out a deep sigh of relief, finally alone again.
Stepping back from the window, the glow of the tv washed over you, the end credits for The Shining rolled on the TV.
“Ugh. I wanted to watch that.” Grumbling as you sat back down on the couch. You rested your head on your hand, eyes looking at the tv but not focused. You were too tired to even use your brain to think about the situation at hand. It happened, he’s done, you can relax now, is all you thought. This would just all be a funny story to tell down the line someday.
The next movie starts playing already. You sip on your now cold tea and resign yourself to another sleepless night, too much anxiety flooding your mind making your heart race. You were used to it by now.
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You were lying on the couch still, it was now so late that the horror movies quit playing and you had to settle on watching Soul Eater for the 100th time with your eyes half open. The old show played on as you snuggled into your blanket, you were almost comfortable enough to drift off to sleep when your living room window slid open again. You sat up a bit, rubbing at your eyes.
“Did ya get your money back?” You asked already knowing who it was crawling through your window, too tired to even care.
“He wasn’t home.”
“Then what were you doing over there for,” you squinted at the clock “two hours?” You asked as you sat up the rest of the way, pulling your legs up close to your body.
“Smoking all his weed.”
Dabi walked over, your head followed his movements as he plopped down on the couch next to you. His eyes fixed on the tv, watching the show in front of you.
“You have good taste, I think I’ll stay and hangout.” He said as he casually kicked his feet up on your coffee table.
“At least take your boots off” Sighing as you slumped back down into the couch, fluffing the blanket out for him to share.
And thats how it started.
Dabi came over frequently, never with any warning, always sneaking in your window during random times of the day or night.
He became an integral part of your life, a constant. You knew if there was anything you could rely on it was him. Some nights he would walk you home from work and the nights he didn’t, you could still almost feel eyes watching you on your walk home.
Sometimes he would already be there when you got home, others he would stumble in past midnight and you’d wake up to him sleeping on your couch. The two of you would eat dinner together, watch movies or tv. You’d like to think you’ve grown close to him over the weeks, finding yourself missing him the nights he didn’t show. He wasn’t the most open man, and surely didn’t show too many emotions, but you could read him nonetheless. It never really crossed your mind to be afraid of him coming over or worry about the fact he was a villain. And neither of you really spoke of it, it was just a mutual, unsaid understanding that you were both in a symbiotic relationship.
Dabi kept you company and kept you safe. You gave him a reason to be safe on his missions and avoiding unnecessary fights because he needed to be able to be there for you. He didn’t want to admit he was sweet on you, but the reality of it was he didn’t need to say it outright, his actions spoke for him.
You’d gotten so used to his odd behavior that when he somehow got your phone number, texting you through the day, you didn’t even blink.
You’d also been so occupied with Dabi and work that you hardly noticed the very quite next door unit, it didn’t even register to you that there were no longer anymore odd people lingering in the hallway for him or going in an out at odd hours of the night.
Just another thing that you subconsciously ignored in favor of Dabi.
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It was almost at the end of your shift at the library, early evening with the sun just starting to set when you were closing up the store for the night. Your phone buzzed on the desk, Dabi’s contact showing on the screen. You had just locked up the front doors and slipped on your coat when you read the message
“Will be @ ur place in 15. Mess.”
The message was sent five minuets ago, luckily you only had a block to walk home. It was ominous…but messages from Dabi normally were.
By the time you unlocked the door to your apartment, you were met with the harrowing sight of Dabi sitting on the floor in front of your living room window with his head hung down.
“Dabi?” You rushed over to him. Blood dripping onto the wood floor beneath his face.
“Dabi, please. What’s wrong?” You ran your hands up his arms. His whole body was hot to the touch, a clear indicator he had been using his quirk recently.
He lifted his head up to look at you and you had to hold back with all your willpower to not gasp.
His lower jaw was hanging down, held up by only muscle tissue.
“Oh god.” You said as you gently touched his face, blood sticking to your fingers. “Here, can you walk? Let’s go to the bathroom. I’ll fix this.”
He closed his eyes in a wince of pain as he stood up. You walked him to the bathroom and turned on the light. Able to get a better look at him now you could see his clothes were burnt. His t shirt was even melted to his skin in some spots.
You had him sit on the edge of the bathtub as you knelt down to grab your first aid kit from under the sink. The first thing you grabbed were the medical scissors, turning and cut clean up the front of his bloodied, burnt shirt. The melted bits of fabric pulling away from his skin.
You tried not to look at his muscular abdomen as you tossed the shirt to the side. Digging around in your kit like a mad woman, Dabi held his jaw up with one hand and rifled around in his jeans pocket with the other, holding his hand out- he hand some bloodied staples in his palm.
You looked up at him with worry in your eyes, he nodded his head as you took them.
You wet a rag and cleaned the blood out of your way the best you could. Kneeling on the floor before him, in between his legs you focused on re-stapling his jaw back up. It wasn’t easy, your normally deft fingers were now shaking and faltering your movements.
Dabi looked at you the entire time. His half lidded eyes following your every movement, just staring, assessing.
It was making you nervous, at least you think it was nervousness, either way heat was pooling low in your tummy at the intensity behind his eyes.
The two of you broke your gaze and you returned to stapling his cheek. Your fingers are gentle as you cradle his jaw and work on the last few staples, pulling the skin tight.
Finally, you place the last staple. You brush your fingers over all of them to make sure they are snug and sit back to admire your work.
Dabi licks his lips free of blood and smiles down at you. Lately, you’d caught him looking at you like this a few times but you couldn’t quite tell what it was. You just knew it made your heart stop a little when his eyes caught yours.
“You did some pretty good work, sweets. I look even better now.” He said as he looked in the mirror over your head, opening and closing his mouth. A rough hand smoothing over his jawline.
“How’d this happen?”
“Just a run in with some dumb hero fucks. Don’t worry, you should see the other guy.”
“You really scared me. I was worried you were going to bleed to death!” The stress evident in your voice. Your eyes big and watery, the reality of the situation finally settling in.
Just as you were about to continue fussing over him. Dabi grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in to kiss him. His hands and lips were so warm, you melted right into the kiss, the taste of iron on your tongue from his bloodied mouth. You were shocked, your mouth opening in a gasp against his hot lips, his tongue sliding into your moth, dragging along your own. The kiss was filthy, bloodied spit was swapped between you staining your lips a little.
He pulled you up, hands holding you by your waist. He walked you back out of the bathroom doorway and the two of you made it into your room.
You pulled away from him flustered,
“Dabi, what- what are you doing?” You said breathlessly, your hands braced on his bare chest, firm and broad under your palms.
“Burning off the adrenalin. Been wanting to do this.” He mumbled against your lips, his hands wandering under your shirt, fingers groping and digging into the soft flesh of your sides and tummy.
Your own hands began to wander, feeling down his chest to his toned abs. Feeling along the twisting line of staples downwards, you follow his white happy trail to the band of his jeans. You reach your hand down as cup his length through his pants, palming at him as his dick twitches behind the material.
He made quick work of your shirt before pushing you back onto your bed, climbing on top of you and grinding his erection on you while kissing you. Your hands pinned above your head with one hand.
“F-fuck. Dabi.” You whined out as he put pressure on you, dick creating friction over your clothed cunt.
He kissed down your neck and chest, suckling red marks in his wake. His greedy hands unclipped your bra, tossing it somewhere behind him as he kissed down to the hem of your pants. His fingers diligently snaking under the waistband, swiftly pulling them down along with your underwear is a harsh tug.
“God, doll. Look at you. So perfect and sweet, all for me to ruin.” He voice was low, it sent shivers down your spine. That low voice coupled with the animalistic look on his face was pure sin.
“Need you s’bad.” You whined, you didn’t even recognize yourself right now. You were already a begging mess for him and he’s hardly touched you.
Dabi groaned and tugged his belt off in one swoop, it clanking to the floor. He unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them down, standing up to kick them off along with his boxers before crawling over you, he pulled your thighs apart to slot himself between. His long, slender finger rubbing up and down your pussy and dipped into your slit teasingly. You looked down at his dick, it was standing long and hard between his legs. It was so thick you had no idea how it was going to fit inside you. Your cheeks heated at the thought of the stretch of him.
You gasped and let your eyes flutter shut as he pressed his finger in all the way, curling it up slightly to find that soft spot inside you. Your hands flew out to grab onto him as you mewled, head thrown back in pleasure, the worries about his dick being too big were forgotten.
“You’re so fucking perfect, been wanting you for so long. Would have fucked you sooner had I known this pussy was s’pretty” Dabi used his other hand to slap over your puffy folds a few times before leaning down and kissing your clit. He could feel your walls tighten around him. He pushed in another finger and groaned,
“Fuck. You’re so tight. Gonna loosen you up for me.” Dabi thrust his fingers in and out of you, pausing to scissor them open inside you a few times, stretching you out.
He pulled his fingers out and spread your own wetness over the head of his cock. Pumping himself a few times before lining himself up with your hole.
“C-can’t wait, doll. I’m sorry. I know you can take it yeah? Be a good girl for me and take this dick.” Dabi growled in your ear, his tone going from sweet to sadistic in and instant.
He pushed his thick length inside you, going slowly as to not hurt you too bad, although his self constraint was slipping every second he could feel for velvety, wet cunt sucking him in.
His raw skin against your heat was intoxicating. So was the sounds you were making,
“Ah! D- Dabi. Please, please, fuck-“ you whimpered as he bottomed out. He didn’t hold still for long, dragging his cock back to the tip before slamming back into you, your body jolting from the force, tits jiggling with every movement.
He kissed and nipped at your neck and ear, letting out filthy groans as he thrust in and out of you. Your arms were around his neck as you held on, your legs spread wide to allow him to fuck you deep.
Dabi pulled back and out momentarily, you whined at the feeling of loss inside you, empty. He watched as you tightened around nothing, slick wetness dripped from your hole and down your ass.
“Flip over, wanna try something.” Dabi was breathless, his fingers flexing and his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat from how high his body temperature was running right now, his head foggy with pure lust and adoration for you he was surprised smoke wasn’t rising from his seams.
You obediently flipped over, your ass up and your face down into your pillow.
Dabi gripped your hips with a strength that would surely leave bruises behind. He pressed into you in one stroke, you gasped into the pillow as your hands tighten in the sheets below you.
“Fuck baby, you’re so hot like this. Ex doesn’t know what he’s missing.” He grunted into the back of your neck as he fucks into you. He leans back up and grabs your phone off the night stand, opening up the camera app, he switches it to video,
He speeds up his thrusting and your moans pitch up, whining and gasping out his name between incoherently babbling. Drool running out of your mouth collecting on the pillow along with the tears dripping from the corners of your eyes.
“Yeah baby? You like that huh?”
“Y-yes, love it. Love your fat cock.” You moan out, voice breaking a little as you jolt from his rough thrusting.
“Mmmhmm yeah tell me. Tell me how much you love this. Say how much you love getting fucked by me, ruined by villain cock. C’mon baby..” he coaxes you, thumb rubbing on your hip and he pulls you back into him. The sound of skin slapping and obscene wet squelching from your dripping pussy fills the room, all of it being caught on camera. Dabi couldn’t wait to watch this again later.
“I love it- I love it. I love your cock- Dabi! Dabi-“ you chat his name like a prayer and he is your salvation. He aims the camera down to where you two are connected, the lens focusing in on your pussy lips gripping around his cock as he ruts into you, the way he’s fucking you is purely on instinct.
He eventually sets your phone down, he leans over you, his chest pressing into your back, his hips falter.
Dabi slows and once again repositions you, his need to be deeper inside you is insatiable. He has you on your back, rough hands pushing your legs back by the backs of your knees in a filthy mating press. Your knees are smushed against your tits as he slides his dick inside you, his face twists in pleasure as the tip of his dick kisses your cervix.
He lets out a long groan as he begins to fuck you like this. He knows he isn’t going to last much longer.
He snakes one hand down between your legs and rubs quick, tight circles over your clit. Making you squeal out, legs shaking.
“Dabi- i- I’m gonna cum!” You moan out as your legs spasm. He can feel you tighten down on him, wall fluttering with your release.
“That’s okay, baby. Go ahead, cum on my cock like the good girl you are.” He turned his head and kissed your ankle. Your orgasm was pushing him to his own, he could feel the coil about to snap,
“Fuck- fuck…gettin’ close. Where do you want it baby.”
“I-inside- inside me please, please I want you to fill me up.” The whines and pleas pushed him to his climax, a guttural groan tore from his throat as he slammed his hips into you, his cock twitching as hot, thick spurts of his cum filled you. He pumped it into you, shallowly thrusting to push his seed in deeper.
He set tour legs down gently, collapsing on top of you and pulling you into his arms.
The two of you laid together, sweaty and out of breath. He rolled you to the side, his cock still inside you, plugging you full. Dabi wrapped his arms around you tighter and kissed the crown of your head, fingers threading in your hair with one hand the other way splayed out over your back, thumb rubbing gently against your sweat damp skin.
The two of you drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms, this is the most content and safest you’ve felt in a long time.
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The next morning you woke up sore between your legs but clean, the sheets were rumbled around you and the bed was still warm where Dabi had been lying.
You sat up and rubbed your eyes, you could hear movement from the kitchen. Your phone buzzed on your nightstand so much you thought it was going to fall off. Reaching for it, it vibrated in your had and the screen lit up to reveal a flurry of missed calls and messages filled your screen all from your ex fiancé Jake.
You clicked on his messages,
“What the fuck, is this some kind of joke?”
“Why would you send that to me.”
“Wait”
“Who is that?”
“Is that really you? Are you seriously fucking a criminal”
“Please tell me this is a joke. That guy is dangerous.
“Are you okay? Is he making you do this?”
“You’re fucking sick if you chose to fuck him.”
You opened the text thread and scrolled to the top, a dark grainy video was the only thing sent from your phone. You clicked on it and watched in disbelief at what you were seeing.
It was of Dabi fucking you from behind, his scared, stapled hand clearly visible holding onto your hip and your broken whines of his name were clear.
Dabi sent your sex tape to your ex.
“DABI!”
You yelled as you threw back the blankets and climbed out of bed, storming down the hall and into the kitchen. Dabi was leaning back against the counter in nothing but his black boxers with a smug grin on his face.
“What the hell did you do? Why- why did you send that to him?” You seethed out as you showed you phone to him.
“Just wanted him to know who you belong to now.” He said as he caught your wrist, tugging you up into a kiss. The smugness on his face made you more frustrated but the kiss full of heated passion made your tummy flip.
Suddenly, all had been forgiven.
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Eventually, things caught up to him and he was going to have to hide, run.
Obviously that meant you had to come with him. Pack up your entire life, leave a lot of things behind and making a lot of sacrifices.
It wasn’t anything you hadn’t done before, this time though, you knew it was for good.
Your apartment sat empty now, the one you lovingly deemed your “starting over” apartment after your ex left you. You took one last look around, looking down at the dark brown staining on the living room floor, memories of the night things changed between you flooded your mind and made your heart squeeze. So much has happened between then and now, it shocked you how much time had passed since then without you really noticing.
You left your key on the counter and walked out. Dabi was waiting for you in the parking lot, his car already running, trunk packed with belongings.
“You ready, doll?” He asked, looking over at you from the drivers seat, dark sunglasses shielding those devastatingly gorgeous eyes.
“I’m ready.”
He nodded his head as he put the car in drive, the two of you driving away without so much as one last look back, effectively leaving your old life behind.