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Dabi didn’t even realize he had forgotten to lock the door, too preoccupied with Shigaraki screaming in his ear over the phone, telling him to hurry his ass to their location. He cursed his annoying boss as he left in a rush.
Later when he returned home, his body was sore and aching after the encounter with more heroes. He curses at how they can’t seem to stay out of trouble for any extended period of time.
He ambles up to the door, ready to crash the moment he lies down in bed, but his breath stutters when he realizes the door is slightly ajar.
Did he leave it like this? No, he definitely remembers the loud thud the door made when he all but slammed it shut hours ago.
You must’ve opened it.
The smallest amount of flames begins to lick at the back of his neck as he throws the door open, hoping that you’re still inside, for your sake. The apartment is eerily quiet, too quiet.
Striding in quickly, he calls your name. No response. You’re not in the living room, and you don’t seem to be in the kitchen. His hands begin to shake as he stalks his way to the bedroom, not in fear or trepidation, but in barely concealed anger. He hopes to find you in the room, or in the bathroom, so he can calm himself.
The door swings open loudly on its hinges and Dabi sees no sight of you. He throws the covers off the bed, before turning and slamming the bathroom door open so hard he nearly tears it off the frame.
“Fuck!” You’re not in the bathroom either. He begins to tear things out, throwing things around, checking every nook and cranny of the apartment. “Where the fuck are you?!” He exclaims loudly, now seething. You’re not here, that much is obvious. You left him, you saw a single opportunity and you left.
He feels the insurmountable urge to set the whole place ablaze as his ears begin to ring with loud white noise and his vision blurs, his whole body shaking with rage, consuming him entirely. Dabi takes an unsteady inhale as he tries to control himself, his body already starting to rise in temperature, ready to burn everything. He feels a deep sense of betrayal, even though he knows he should have expected this from you at some point.
The feeling of being slowly suffocated takes over him, his chest feeling tight.
It doesn’t matter, he would find you again. You won’t be able to evade him for very long, even if you have a several hours head start. You were told what would happen if you tried to leave or escape, and he plans to follow through on it. He had hoped you wouldn’t try to leave, but he had something planned for this contingency, just in case.
Now he gets to chase you down and show you firsthand how cruel he can be when you don’t listen to him, when you betray him. He was finally going to do something about the suffocating thoughts, your quirk be damned.
You were in an unfamiliar area, you hadn’t realized when Dabi kidnapped you, he took you so far away from your home. Slowly, you got your bearings and realized you were on the other side of the city. You were considering taking a train back to your own area but you didn’t have any money on you and you don’t think you even have an apartment left to go back to, after how many months you’ve been gone.
Instead, you found yourself huddled against the wall of an unfamiliar alley, crying. It was nearly dark out at this hour and you couldn’t help but feel like you were doing something wrong by leaving. Logically you knew this wasn’t the case, he had kidnapped you and you had every right to want to leave but you felt extremely overwhelmed and even guilty.
Sobs wrack your body as you weep against the cold brick. You wished the ground beneath you would just swallow you whole, wishing to disappear.
Suddenly you hear gravel crunch as footsteps approach and you snap your head up, expecting to see the same scarred villain who you’re sure is looking for you by now. Instead, though you see an older lady, with greyed hair and lines etched into her face. She looks at you with worry before speaking.
“Are you okay, dear? I heard you crying from around the corner.” She asks tentatively, but you can’t bring yourself to respond, simply sniffling. “Are you hurt?”
You hesitate before shaking your head. Physically hurt? No. Emotionally and mentally? You weren’t so sure.
She doesn’t seem perturbed by your lack of a verbal response, instead, she still pressed. “Are you lost?” Her voice was gentle and kind.
“I just…” You pause, looking for an explanation. You didn’t think you could even begin to explain your current situation, you’re not sure if you even wanted to. “I got into a fight with...my boyfriend.” You wonder if the lie seems genuine as it falls from your lips. ”And I don’t have anywhere else to go.” At least that part was the truth, you really didn’t have anywhere to go.
The woman gives you a look of sympathy. "Do you have anyone you can call?"
You pause before shaking your head again. "I don't have my phone." And you didn't remember anyone's numbers
This part goes unspoken, but she seems to understand. You wonder how pathetic you must seem right now, and you just want to curl into yourself. You haven't had your phone in months, in fact, but you still curse yourself for not remembering a single number.
“How you stay with me for the night, and see if you can try to contact someone in the morning?” She asks, her voice gentle. You can tell she’s just trying to be helpful, and she doesn’t have any ill intentions. You suppose you don’t have many other options, and it’s not like she’s any worse than a pyromaniac villain.
She gives you her name, and you give yours in exchange as you follow her. She lives just around the corner, so it’s not far. She makes idle conversation as you walk, trying to make you feel more at ease.
As it turned out, she did have a spare room and a spare cot for you in her tiny apartment. She lived alone, her own children have long since left the nest.
You simply wish to sleep and maybe cry some more but she insists on feeding you, having made some miso soup. You're in the mood for much conversation but she talks as you eat dinner, and you can appreciate it at the very least.
Eventually, you finish up and she shows you to the spare room, tiny and cramped but it's a place to sleep. You curl up on the cot and try to sleep but Dabi's eyes haunt your mind. You still wonder if leaving was the best thing to do, and there's a deep sense of unease in your gut.
Dabi won't be content with just letting you leave and you know he's sure to come searching for you, but you can at least feel at ease that he isn't likely to find you here.
Maybe you shouldn't have left, but at the same time, how could you have not taken the chance to escape? You can only hope everything will be okay.
After a while of tossing and turning you finally manage to fall asleep. You have a dreamless, restless sleep but a few hours later feel your shoulder being roughly shaken. You come to slowly and the first thing you notice is the smell of smoke. Once you realize what you're smelling, you jolt awake, your eyes widening, and leaning above you is a familiar scarred face and cerulean eyes, looking at you in anger and irritation.
"Sleep well, doll?" He sneers as he glares down at you. You feel your chest rising and falling quickly, fear taking over you.
"Dabi-" you try to speak, hoping to placate his anger but he cuts you off harshly, gripping your chin. You're shaking now as you try not to visibly panic. You can only hope this is a dream but it feels disturbingly real.
"Did ya really think I wouldn't find you? You're laughably easy to track." He leans back a little bit, seeming to enjoy your terrified expression. "Then again you had to be really fucking stupid to try and leave in the first place after I warned you."
You try to sit up a little bit, as much as you can with his weight against your lower body.
"What about- where's-" You try again, wanting to understand how he's here and if the nice woman who let you stay is okay.
"That old hag? I killed her. Burned her alive." His expression is serious, you know he's not lying. You try to take a shuddering breath as your vision blurs. That explains the smell of fire and burning, the smoke that's permeating through the house and seeping into the room.
"Why would you do that, she has nothing to do with this." You try to hold back tears and put more firmness into your voice, but it's shaking just as badly as you are.
He laughs but it's humorless and dead sounding. "I told you, you're mine. And I told you that you'd be sorry if you tried to leave me. She helped you, so she had to die."
You try to sit up some more, starting to feel more upset, angry for the kind woman who did nothing wrong but was caught up in Dabi's cruelty anyways.
"I'm not yours. You're just obsessed with me because you can't fucking use your own quirk without burning yourself, so you have some complex about mine." Your tone is scathing and biting, and you immediately regret the words as they come out of your mouth.
His eyes narrow on you, and his expression looks murderous. You hit a nerve, and before you can try to take it back, his hand is making contact with your face, striking you harshly. You gasp, and your face stings with the slap.
Dabi grabs you by the hair roughly, pulling you up to his face. "I'd watch my mouth if I were you, I'm already pissed at you, don't think I won't make your punishment worse." He yanks on your hair hard for emphasis as he speaks.
"P-punishment?" You try not to falter as you ask, fearing the worst. God knows what he would have planned for you.
He keeps a strong grip at the roots of your hair, his face set into a deep scowl. "I should just kill you already, you've been such a nuisance." His expression wavers for a second, very briefly, before he hardens again. "I did tell you though that if you tried to leave I'd make sure you couldn't walk for a while."
You gulp, knowing whatever he does, he's evidently going to make good on that threat.
Leaning back, he begins to shrug out of his jacket. "Take your clothes off." He barks out the order, his voice short, leaving no room for disobedience.
Not wanting to risk pissing him off more, you begin to undress with trembling hands as you try to fight your blurring vision. You don't want to cry in front of him, but you're terrified.
Evidently getting impatient with how slowly you're going, he huffs and pulls your shirt off of you roughly, not caring to be gentle. Pulling your shorts off, he undresses you quickly, with no finesse in his movements.
You're shaking and trembling under his intense gaze, fearful for what comes next. He grabs your wrist, his hold hard enough to begin to hurt. With his other hand, he pulls something out of his pocket, and it takes you a moment to make out what it is. It's a…red capsule? With a pointed end. It almost looks like a bullet of sorts.
"Stole one of these from the boss. It's not one of the permanent ones so I doubt he'll care." His voice is almost light, not explaining what it is he has.
Dabi twists your wrist, so your palm is facing him and with no warning, he's stabbing the bullet into the meat of your hand. You hiss out and try to jerk your hand back instinctively but his grip is ironclad.
"What is that?" You demand, as he tucks it away again. You worry it's a poison of some sort, but you don't feel any different.
Continuing to grip your wrist, he doesn't answer. Instead, he produces a small blue flame that flickers faintly in the dark room, bringing it up to your hand. You yelp at the sudden pain as the fire meets your skin. This time he lets you jerk your hand back and you hold it close to your chest. Did he just…burn you?
"Huh look at that, it's fast acting." He says not seeming surprised at all. The skin on your hand is already looking raised and red, and it aches in a way you've never felt before. "I got one of these in case you ever tried to escape again, I wanted you to finally feel what my flames feel like. Especially since you wanna talk about quirks." He sneers as he says that last part in a biting tone.
You start to panic, your heart beating out of your chest, and your mouth suddenly feels very dry. What happened to your quirk? What did he do to you?
"M- my quirk-" you stutter out, your voice trembling. He chuckles as he shakes his head.
"It'll be back in about six to twelve hours. But until then, we're gonna have some fun." He yanks your leg up, nearly folding you in half as he leans over you. "I told you I would make it so you couldn't walk again if you left, don't think I've forgotten." His voice is low and dangerous, and he balls your discarded shirt and stuffs it into your mouth.
"You might want to bite down."
His words are the only warning you get before white hot heat is engulfing the sole of your foot. You try to scream around the cotton fabric and thrash but his hand is solid and unyielding as he burns you.
Tears stream down your face and your muffled sobs wrack your body. You've never felt a pain like this before, it feels like it's consuming you.
After a minute he lets up, letting your leg drop back down. Your skin feels raw and you can't stop the pained noises coming from your still gagged mouth.
Dabi's eyes are wild and crazed, brimming with excitement as he watches you cry, seeming to enjoy your pain.
"Is this the first time you've ever been burned, baby? Maybe I should feel honored to be your first."
He grabs your other leg, pulling it up, and you already know what's coming next. You try to struggle but he ends that swiftly as he heats his hand around your ankle. "Do you want me to burn more than your feet? Because this could be a lot worse for you."
You shake your head, tears still blurring your vision. Soon the burning pain is engulfing you again as he lights his hand up again against your skin, not giving you a second to recuperate. You're squirming and straining your vocal cords as you scream against the shirt, but he's keeping you firmly pinned as he works. You feel as if you're close to passing out.
Once he's satisfied with the state of your burns, he drops your leg again. "Shhh, I'm done now, doll," he cups your face as he speaks, delighting in your tears. "You're not gonna be running away from me anymore, are you?" His voice is softer but you know there's a threat underneath. If you try to leave him again, he'll go even further. You don't want to imagine anything worse, so you shake your head again, still trembling like a leaf.
He's captivated by your pain and your tears. You know you're not mistaken when you feel his erection pressing against your ass from how he has you pinned. His eyes are filled with a gratified look, and he's getting off on your cries, reveling in finally being able to burn you.
"You look so pretty like this, crying for me like a little bitch. I've done way worse to others for less, but here you are sobbing like a baby." His words are harsh but his voice is still in that sickly saccharine tone, fake sweetness oozing from him.
His hand goes up to thumb at your tears, and he rolls his hips against you as he presses closer, groaning as you whimper in fear. Pulling the slobber-soaked shirt from your mouth, he speaks in a firmer tone. "Who do you belong to?" His hands begin to slowly heat up against your face and you know what'll happen if you don't answer correctly.
"You." You croak in a small and fragile voice, your vocal cords feeling shot. He seems to accept this, as he continues to slowly hump against the fattened areas of your buttock.
"Good, that's what I wanna hear." He sounds almost breathless now, and before you can do or say anything else, he's gripping you around the middle, flipping you around on the cot. His hand is gripping your hair again, forcing you into a painful arch. You know what’s coming next and you want to cry, you’re still in pain and you feel helpless.
You can hear the clink of his belt as he undoes it, and you clench your eyes shut. You tell yourself it can be worse, that being fucked pales in comparison to having layers of your skin burned through.
The next thing you know, your underwear is being pulled down roughly, and though you can't see him from this position, you can feel the heat and desire rolling off Dabi right now.
He presses against you and you can feel how hard he is. He rolls his hips against you, and groans, a low and throaty sound. You feel a bead of precum drop down against the cleft of your ass and you grip the end of the cot, hoping this will be over soon.
One hand moves to hold your hip, and he speaks again in a quiet tone. "Relax."
It does nothing to actually calm you, but you doubt it matters or that he cares. Soon enough he's pressing the engorged tip into you, not taking time to work you open or make this comfortable for you. You clench your teeth and try not to cry again, the slide into you feeling very dry and very painful. You can only hope your body will catch up soon and start to ease the way.
"Fuck, you feel so good. Best pussy I've ever had." He moans as he fills you up, and the stretch makes your hips ache. He thrusts sharply and you let out a keening noise as you suck in a breath.
Drawing back slowly, to where he was almost pulling out completely, he then thrusts back in quickly and harshly. You let out a loud yelp and he groans as you clench around him in pain.
You can feel every vein and ridge of his cock as he draws it out slowly again, and you can feel the cold metal of his piercings rolling against your innermost wall. He pulls almost all the way out again and then thrusts back in one quick movement. You can feel yourself getting wetter, your body working to lubricate the slide of his cock.
He keeps your back arched for him as he begins to thrust and roll his hips in earnest, fucking you roughly and quickly. He treats you like his own personal fuck doll, and you feel a deep sense of shame building in your gut, feeling dirty and humiliated.
"You were made for my cock, you were made for me." He nearly growls into your ear as he fucks you, gripping you tighter. The cot is creaking under you, the sound meshing with the quiet rustling of the blanket bunch up to the side. The noises begin to fill the room alongside the sound of your quiet whimpers and the slap of skin on skin.
His hands press into and roam your skin as your fingers curl and uncurl at the end cot, desperate for something to hold onto as you feel like your sanity is hanging on by a single thread.
The hand at your hip moves up the small of your back as he relishes in the feeling of your soft skin. "I really think you need something to remember who you belong to." He says in a contemplative voice and before you can try to figure out what he means with your muddled thought, his hand is heating up against your back exponentially.
You shriek in pain and try to buck, but his weight on top of you and his hand in your hair keeps you in place. "Shhh, that's it, yeah just like that." He lets out a throaty moan as you clench around him hard. "Keep clenching down like that." His voice sounds breathless.
Tears are dripping down your cheeks and you're sure there's going to be a hand-shaped burn scar on your back after this. You're in so much pain, and you feel so tired but you have no choice but to lie there and take it. His thrusts become more erratic, the head of his cock rolling against your cervix.
The pain doesn't do anything to stop the heat building in your gut though, electricity shooting up your spine with every thrust now. He leans in close now, back to chest and you wince as he puts his weight against the tender skin of your burn.
His thrusts have turned into close-contact humps as he bites and sucks on the skin of your neck and shoulders. "Mine, mine, mine." He chants into your ear as seems to slowly lose himself. He's close, you can tell. You try to hide your noises and moans, ashamed that despite your pain and despite how much he's hurt you, you're beginning to get pleasure from this.
Soon he's reaching down underneath you and rubbing against your clit clumsily and your toes are curling as you gasp, getting closer and closer to that peak. He heats his fingers slightly and you shudder and cry as your orgasm feels like it's being forcibly ripped from you, almost painful.
He thrusts roughly a few more times, the way you clench as you come helping him reach his own climax. Pushing deeply into you once more, he comes with a shudder, stilling his hips as he fills you up. His cum feels burning hot, like molten lava against the entrance to your womb.
It feels like it's burning you from the inside out and you try to squirm but he keeps you firmly on his cock as he comes. "It's too hot." You whine out but he puts his weight against you entirely. "Fuck it'll cool down just stay on my cock for a minute, just stay still." He says, sounding winded and fatigued.
He's right, soon it cools and you calm down some, he collapses above you, and wraps his arms around your midriff. Your skin is hot and sweaty and sticks to him, the smell of sex and perspiration in the air. His softening cock slips out of you, and you can feel wetness spilling out along with him, dripping to the cot.
The two of you stay like this for some time, and you still don't dare to be the first to break the silence. Eventually, he sits up, pulling away.
"Get dressed." His voice is back to that stone-cold tone as he tosses you your wrinkled shirt, turning to get his jacket back on. You're too exhausted to try and fight him or figure out some other form of escape, you accept the fact that you're going back to being his captive again.
You pull your shirt over your head, winching as it slides over the burn on your back. You put your shorts back on with no problem but hesitate when it comes to your shoes. Your feet are still the worst of it, looking blistered and severally burned.
Dabi sees you hesitate and sighs almost exasperated. "Don't worry about it. Just forget your shoes." And before you can question what he means, he's picking you up in his arms. "When we get back I have ointment for you." He says, but his voice still is cold as he carries you out of the small apartment.
The smoke in the air has dissipated mostly but as you pass through the living room the smell of burning flesh gets stronger and you remember the old woman who he claimed to have killed. You feel tears spring in your eyes again, and you try to hide your eyes, not wanting to see anything around you. If he notices he doesn't seem to care.
"If you don't want me to kill people for helping you, you shouldn't try to leave. Her death is your own fault." He says, his voice firm and sounding almost like he's scolding a child for misbehaving.
He still doesn't meet your eyes and you know that this isn't going to be the end of your punishment when you get back. Maybe you should try to say something, anything to pacify his anger. You're quiet for a minute while you consider what to say.
"I'm sorry for trying to run away." Your voice is barely above a whisper but he hears you, his intense blue eyes finally meeting your gaze. He pauses while he considers your words. You're not sure yet if you mean it, if you actually regret it, but it can't hurt to say.
Eventually, he sighs, shoulders slumping ever so slightly. "I know you are. Don't do it again." You start to relax slightly as he says this, but his next words have your stomach twisting. "Because I swear to God if you do this again, I'll fucking kill you." And you know he isn't exaggerating or lying. He truly will kill you if you try to leave again.
You feel sick to your stomach and you feel forced to accept your doomed fate, as either a captive or to be murdered by his own hands, and you try not to tremble. Dabi doesn't seem fazed by your fearful reaction, turning his head forward again as he carries you home.