My hero oneshots

Pretty little traitor (Dabi X Reader)

"You're a pretty little traitor y'know," His long thin finger roamed across the surface of my skin.

I know I'm a traitor, he knows I'm a traitor, they all know I'm a traitor. As a cover I was a villain, but I got caught. Being a hero wasn't what I wanted, but a villain went against everything I believed in.

Villainy caused the downfall of love, light, and peace. Hope died out as they caused despair. Spending months masquerading as the enemy, just to bring them down. Not wanting the spotlight and fame that usually came from it.

His hand was freezing cold, colder than ice, feeling strong and rough as it caressed me. Eyes burning with malicious intent. So close to me.

"What's a little pro hero like you doing down here?" He asked, his hand pushing my chin up to look him in the eye.

In a dark room with a dangerous man, chained to a wall. A tight place to be in, but that's what happens when you get caught. And all for justice, but I am not a hero, "Heroes are fake, I'm not in it for the spotlight, I want justice." I correct him looking him straight in the eyes challenging him.

He began laughing loudly, "A vigilante, that's why you have the balls to be here...you're so amusing,"

I hadn't known him for long maybe a few months, I've been trying to keep my distance from everyone here. They're all sick twisted bastards, unworthy of the freedom they have.

"Amusing- you find me amusing? I'll show you amusing!" He may be Entertained, however I was not. Throwing a punch at him only to be stopped by the cuffs holding me back. Attached to the wall limiting my movements. This shit is heavy. Annoyed by my lack of range I continue to try to hit him.

I didn't land a hit, not one measly hit. How the hell am I supposed to hit him if I am chained to a wall? Stopping to catch my breath then trying to punch him once more, this time I almost did. Unfortunately for me he caught me by the wrist and pushed me back.

The stone wall and my head collide, pangs of heated pain tearing through my skull. It hurt like hell if I'm honest and now I was in a very undesirable position.

Both hands over my head, held onto the cold stone. Metal cuffs pressing into my skin. I tried fighting my way out of it, but it didn't work, it just got worse.

Now his grip was stronger causing excruciating tightness in my wrist joint, his body was pressing against mine. Dabi was extremely close, he's kinda hot now that I'm looking at him up close, but I need to get out of this. I wonder what he's thinking- His eyes scanned me before his deep laughter rang through the room again.

"You're interesting...I like you."

"You what-?" I looked him in his dark mysterious eyes. Dabi just said he liked me, is the world ending?

"You're now my little traitor." He declared with a nonchalant tone. Do you know how weird that sounds, if I'm your traitor then I'm betraying you...bitch that don't even make any sense.

He could see the confusion in my eyes, to him I was extremely readable, my reaction, my expressions, even my silence. He said, "Don't think about it, you're already putty in my hand. If you saw your face you'd understand."

He was right, I hadn't realized my face was redder than a tomato. I was blushing so much, it was embarrassing.

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"I don't belong to you...I'm only red because it's hot in here-" You argued. The room had gotten really hot after he pinned you to the wall. It might be his quirk, but it might just be you being flustered.

He brought one hand down and snaked it around you, then his fingers just barely stroked your spine sending shivers throughout your body. His free hand roamed under you shirt as it heated up.

It started getting really hot, his hand was on your stomach and it burned. A yelp of pain came from your throat and he took a step back and let you go. When you checked the throbbing pain you realize he had marked your skin with his hand.

"Traitors get punished I hope you know that-"

Firm lips crash into hers and he begins to kiss you , causing me to forget how to function normally. Trailing skin, leaving trails of warm sensation that creeps through you.

His quest for ownership and domination over you leading is actions, while you enjoy it, giving him what he wants. He was being greedy for you; his pretty little traitor. Leaving kisses all over, then he started to remove both his and your clothes.

Starting with your t-shirt and his until you both were in only underwear. Then he whispered, "After this you'll be my pretty little traitor to toy with."

His breath fanning on your ear you thought "That still makes no sense, but I'm enjoying this....Who am I to argue?"