Helios (Dabi x reader) (AU)

Chapter 1*

*Warning: graphic rape scene, toxic relationship

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He enraptured me.

He drew me in with his silky voice and comforting words.

He bound me to him with trust and need, my only thoughts were of him.

He kept me safe, warm, satisfied. I believed that I did the same for him. I knew I did, because he told me so.

His honey-dripped words were music to my ears, the constant flow of gifts and praise a slice of heaven itself. He was so sweet, so deliciously sweet to me. I didn't even mind when he brought others home, or when he pushed me past my boundaries with his sugary words, because I trusted him. He would take care of me, and when too much became too much, he would stop.

Until he didn't.

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"Hawks, please..."

My voice was scratchy and caught in my sore throat. I panted like a dog, tears mixing with the sweat pouring down my face. My entire body was on fire.

"Hush, little dove. Let me make you feel so good..."

I choked back another cry as my skin was split open again. I felt warmness flowing down my chest, but I couldn't feel the pain. It was mixed with every other sensation, barely noticeable beneath adrenaline, pleasure, dopamine, fear.

"Please, Hawks, it doesn't feel good anymore..."

"Shut up, little bitch."

I fell silent, my chest heaving as he cut slice after slice into my skin. My ears rang, although I could make out his laugh through the haze. His light, adorable laugh.

He would stop soon, he knows he's going past. He will take care of me, give me a bath, a hot meal, cuddles, water. God I need some water. He knows, though, he knows...

I felt him move my legs, and then the lower half of my body went numb. I saw him moving up and down above me with half-lidded eyes, saw his smirk and his golden hair plastered to his sweaty forehead. He dipped down and placed a harsh kiss on my neck, trailing his lips down to the bloody cuts right above my chest. He lapped at the blood, the roughness of his tongue igniting the formerly dead nerves.

He moved faster and faster. The bed shook underneath his roughness, squeaking against the wall and floor. I closed my eyes and took the rough treatment. He would stop soon, I knew it. He always did.

It felt like hours before I heard an inhumane screech come from him over the ringing, and opened my eyes to see a blurry image of his wings flying out behind him, his mouth open, obscenities falling from his lips. Feathers shot around the room, impaling the walls, the dresser, the door. It was beautiful.

He didn't stop though. He kept moving, even after his majestic climax. The bed shook harder, and I could feel my body vibrating. I think I started screaming, the sound ripping my throat. I closed my eyes, willing for him to stop. I couldn't use my quirk, my body was exhausted, used up. So I took it and prayed to whatever god was listening for him to stop.

But he didn't.

I saw red and blue stars behind my eyelids. I watched them, focusing on the colors that had brought me joy on so many occasions. He would stop soon, apologize and take care of me. He would. He loved me.

My body continued shaking, and the lights slowly faded away. I felt myself slipping, so I grasped onto the last few strands of red, straining to keep myself from slipping of the edge. The black looked so comforting, though, so, so comforting...

And I fell.

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610 Words

That was intense, ya'll