strangled

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In this moment, you're curled up with Dabi on the couch.

All of the lights are turned off in the house. You and Dabi are laughing and giggling like happy children as you watch a random gruesome horror movie that you found together.

This is the third one you've watched for the night. The deaths are bloody and traumatizing, which only makes it more funny to Dabi and you can't help but laugh at how deranged he is for finding humor in people getting murdered.

The only light that's on is coming from the screen of the television. A large fluffy blanket is covering both of your bodies and you cuddle against his side. Your cheek is on his shoulder and your legs on his thighs, his arm around your shoulders to keep you close while the other hand holds a bottle of beer on your thigh. On the ground in front of the sofa, large bags of assorted chips and candies along with trays of beers are there.

After buying all of the things you wanted, and finishing up at the tattoo parlor, you and Dabi stopped by a convenience store and picked up snacks and drinks. The entire train ride home he had his head leaned on your shoulder and his eyes closed, his hand holding yours as his thumb massaged the back of your hand.

Right now, the bags of lingerie and sex toys are stuffed into the bottom of your closet. You didn't try anything on for him yet because as soon as he walked into the house he said he wanted to relax with you for the rest of the night and just hold you in his arms instead of having sex.

"I love watching horror movies with you." You sigh before popping some chips into your mouth.

He smiles down at you. "I love doing this with you too."

"Imagine how that would feel." You say while pointing at the television, a graphic scene of a horrific torture device being put into a man's ear.

"I like pain so I'd probably enjoy it."

"It's literally ripping his brain out from his ear...?" You say with confusion. "What even are your sexual kinks anyways?"

"I'm into basically everything only if you're the one I'm doing it with." Dabi shrugs while bringing the tip of the bottle up to his mouth. "So if you try to make me feel any kind of pain it will just make my dick hard. The only things I won't do with you, are that weird age play and pet play shit. It's fucking weird."

You watch him drink the alcohol while asking, "So what about somnophillia?"

"I'd love to wake up and see my dick in you." He answers without skipping a beat. "On any day."

"And if I called you daddy...?"

"I'd hate that. But, I'll call you mommy if you want. Since I'm such a good boy for you."

Your face heats up because of the scene in the shower this morning beginning to replay in your head.

"What about feet?"

"I don't mind a foot job. Your feet are so soft and smooth. If they were disgusting then it would be a different story."

"Knife play, gun play, blood play...?"

"Yes, yes, and no."

"Exhibitionism?"

"Eh," he silently considers it for a moment before continuing, "See, I would love to have people watch me while I fuck someone. But I don't want random strangers to see you naked and getting fucked. I wouldn't put you in a position like that unless you asked me to first and was a hundred and one percent sure that you wouldn't mind. Wait a minute, why are you the only one asking questions about this? I want to know how you feel about somnophillia. I need to know before I try anything like that, in case it would bring up bad memories of your husband."