peril; dabi x reader

xxi.

(Y/N) had told Dabi that she'd be busy the next day- three different lists of clinics spread throughout the morning until the afternoon, when she'd likely be downstairs til 6pm working on follow up calls and emails.  It sounded incredibly dull to him, so he told her he'd return later when she was finished.  He didn't really want to leave, but he didn't want to sit upstairs thinking about how she was going to spend the whole day putting her pretty hands on other people.  It isn't like that, he thought to himself, and he knew that, but it didn't stop him from being a bit jealous of any person who was going to get her undivided attention, even if only for a moment.  The feeling gnawed at his gut and made his palms feel hot.  She belonged to him, and even if it was selfish, the deepest, most primal parts of him highly disliked that other human being could take the attention she gave from him.

In an attempt to not be so overbearing and possessive that it would drive him insane (or at least, more than he already was) he whisked himself away when she opened up.  There wasn't really anything else he could think of that he should be doing, so when a phone call from Jin came through, he figured he'd ignore it and just go back to the hideout to see what he needed instead.

Naturally, he didn't need anything- Jin and Compress were just drunk at 11 o'clock in the morning, smoking cigarettes and listening to music while Himiko looked through her phone for something to spend her latest score on.  Figures.  Dabi had taken a seat on the couch adjacent to them.  He grumbled about being the only one who ever did any damn work around here, but it fell on deaf and distracted ears.

Without the reply he wanted, Dabi kept to himself, blue eyes glued to his screen.  He'd managed to find her personal social media, finally, and prodded through.  Nothing too interesting- pictures of her and some friends of hers.  He recognized a few faces, somewhat surprised by the fact that she hadn't bothered to bring up the fact that so many of her friends were in the Top 20 list of heroes.  She's certainly versatile, he thought as he continued.  There was an old mirror picture of her in her hero costume, face cropped out above her sinfully full lips and he swallowed.  The gold-buckled belts cinched at her waist, burgundy catsuit enveloping her entire frame.  The harness came up over her shoulders and just under her bust, pushing everything together in just the right ways.  That pendant still hung from her neck, sitting against her exposed skin.  Experimenting with necklines, the caption read, and he scrolled over to see the other one, which covered her more modestly, though the top of it was all mesh.  The restraints around her thighs held a blade per side, and the waist belt featured a small pack with a little white cross on it. 

He fucking hated heroes... but evidently, he loved fucking one of them, so maybe she'd wear her costume for him one day so he could rip it off.    He looked to the comments.

            miiiiiiiirko: THE FIRST ONE omg yiddies out pls

            presentationmichael: @erasure //////: she's being a whore in the bathroom again

Another picture of her flashed across his screen of her at a beach somewhere, clad in a slinky black bikini and smiling brightly.  God, she's so pretty.  He was nearly lost in the feed, smiling softly at pictures of her with the family dog back home, some other photos she'd taken of places she'd been, a few pieces of art... until Compress nudged him, the cool glass of the bottle he and Jin had been passing between themselves pressed against his knee.  His mind snapped back to the conversation at hand.  

"Well, there's a bit more money to go around now that we don't have to bribe anybody to treat any injuries and Toga conned that one guy out of his retirement."

"That was fun, I should try it again."  The blonde purred as she played with the hem of the new dress she had bought with some of her haul.  There was a new coat, too, but she left that on the coatrack.