ooooo im thinking about a really sweet reader and campus flirt gojo...
he's got a bit of a reputation as a flirt and he seems to date girls a little too casually, though he's always a gentleman about it (very single minded)... except when it comes to you. for some reason, when satoru is around you, flirtation turns into outright seduction and he is anything but a gentleman. the worst of it is that you pretty much let him do whatever he wants with you.
you're a sweet girl with good grades and a good head on your shoulders. a virgin when you met him, though that's long since down the drain, and your impression to most other people is that you're somewhat straight laced. depsite being so sweet... you're a little slutty. just a little. you can't really help it. you like when satoru whispers in your ear about what he wants to do to you, even in public. you like when he stands just a little too close, when he pats your ass when no one is looking. you like the way heat builds on your face. it's embarrassing, but it's good.
so, you're just a little slutty when it comes to him. you don't want to be, but you can't help it and satoru seems to like that you'll let him feel you up in stairwells if he asks, that you're so malleable when it comes to him. you'll let him do anything because you like the fact that he wants to do it at all.
sometimes, satoru looks at you like he wants to eat you, like you're a meal. he's so single minded, so focused only on you, but the worry never leaves your head that he thinks you're easy. you let him kiss you when he asks, feel you up when he asks, spread your legs and stick his tongue between your thighs when he asks. you're not an easy girl, it's just that satoru does something to you. you can't really resist it.
of course, the flip side of this coin—the side you can't see—is that while satoru may be a flirt, he doesn't sleep around. for some reason, call it hunger, he just can't seem to keep it in his pants when he's around you.
Warnings: Bullying, name calling, degradation, violence, non-consensual photos, nonconsensual touching, male pronouns for the yans, mentions of school, general perversion, toxic behaviors, creep behavior, cum, masturbation, male and female genitalia.
Part 1 here
(AN: This one is for you, anon who sent me a bullet-point list of some ideas for Ahmed and Patrick which were better than anything I could have come up with. I love you.)
You groan, struggling to yank off the cotton top you had taken to wearing for PE class. You had been sick for a week or so, and in order to stay up on your grades you had been doing classwork after school. Today, you are making up some time for gym class using the school's exercise facilities. Once you finally get it off, you unlock your locker and put your gym clothes inside, reapplying your deodorant and putting on your school shirt. Just as you shut your locker, you hear the door of the girl's locker room flap shut, and you perk up at the sound. That's odd, after a few days of working out after school, you've never run into anyone else using the facilities.
"Hello?" You call out, peering around the row of lockers. Suddenly, a fist slams into the locker behind you, making you shriek. You whip around, to see Patrick, the schools most notorious bully laughing his ass off at how spooked you got. "Patrick!" You yell, smacking him lightly. "Ooh, feelin' fiery, huh?" He takes a breath, calming himself after laughing so hard. "What's got you so pissed off?" You roll your eyes.
"You scared me, and you're in the girls locker room!" He fakes shock, and looks around. "Really, the girls locker room? Huh, wonder how I wound up here..." He muses, playfully leaning up against the lockers. "If it was the boys locker room, why would I be here?" You ask. He shrugs. "I don't know, maybe you were tryna' sneak a peek at some dudes after football practice." He grins, leaning over you a little more. "Or maybe you wanted one of them to sneak a peek at you." You blush, and push him away. "Go away, Patrick, there's no reason for you to be here right now." You try to quickly gather your things, and make your way to the door.
"Woah, woah, hey, where ya' going? I'm just checking on you. You haven't been to class lately, I was getting worried." He uses your moment of surprise to grip your wrist and gently pull you back over. "I was sick, just needed some time away from class. Why does that matter to you?" You ask, confused. He's always enjoyed tormenting you, and you would think you were special if he didn't also torment everyone else. Of course, Patrick knows where you've been, because he's had Ahmed posted outside your bedroom for the duration of your absence, both to get photos and make sure you aren't hanging out with anybody else. He shrugs again. "I missed seeing you in these." He reaches into your gym bag, gripping one of the pairs of gym shorts and pulling them out. "Y'know, I don't think these follow the dress code..." Admittedly, you needed to get some new shorts. These ones were small, but you just hadn't gotten around to buying new ones. "Gym class is already fuckin' boring, especially when I can't see your sweet little ass bent over, trying to do toe-touches or yoga or whatever the fuck we're supposed to in that sweaty shit-hole."
You only blush and grab the shorts from him, stuffing them back into your bag. "Well, I'm sure you managed fine without me. There's plenty of girls to perv on that aren't me." You whimper. Patrick chuckles, and shakes is head. "Yeah, but I don't want any of them." He pauses, then clicks his tongue. "That reminds me though, I did make a friend while you were gone. I had a lot of free time since you weren't around to play with." You glance up at him. "Another member of your gang?" You ask. The last thing this school needs is even more assholes hanging out with Patrick. "Nope. It's someone I knew before you left, but I've made amends with them. Patched things up, self-improved." He brags. He looks down at you smugly. "You should be proud of me, I'm a changed man."
"What do you mean?" You aren't sure what previous acquaintance he's referring to. Due to Patrick's widespread terror, it could be pretty much anyone. "You know that new kid, Ahmed?" Your mouth opens in shock. You had heard things about the new boy, with dark hair and wide eyes. You had noticed him a few times in English class. He was always quiet, only occasionally speaking when he was being picked on by the other kids, quietly protesting the abuse. You had traded poetry a few times for an assignment. He seemed very creative. You weren't really sure why the other kids picked on him so much, but you suspected it was because Ahmed was Patrick's new favorite. You had heard of the things he'd done to Ahmed, robbing him, beating him, stealing his classwork. You didn't do anything, how could you? Patrick hated when people stood up to him, and you didn't want his attention on you anymore than it was.
"You're... friends with him now." Patrick nods. "That's cruel, Patrick. You can't do all that stuff to somebody, then force them to play friends with you. It's not right!" You exclaim, boldly defying him for a moment. He only exhales lightly, and puts his hands up in surrender. "You got it all wrong, baby. We are friends, me and him. We've made amends. I told you, I'm changing. I'm a reformed juvenile." He looks up to see if you're buying it. He pouts when he notices you still seem skeptical. "Alright, I guess I'm not 'reformed', exactly, but me and him really are friends now." You only nod, hoping he will drop it and go away. This reaction makes him scoff. "You still don't believe me? Fine, I'll tell you what. I'm going over to see Ahmed at his house tonight, to hang out. Why don't you come with me?" He offers.
You shake your head no quickly. "I'm not going anywhere with you, Patrick." You exclaim. "Well, if you do go, and see me and him are friends, you'll know I'm not such a bad guy, and you might like my new friend. If you don't go though..." He chuckles lowly. "Me and this guy may not be friends... and by not going, your risking this kid getting beat up in his own home. Do you want that on your conscience?" You bite your lip, but shake your head. "No, you don't. I could handle that, but you couldn't, pretty thing. So come on, grab your shit and head over there with me, alright?" You make no movements, and Patrick groans, grabbing your gym-bag. "Fine, since I told you I'm changing, and I'm a gentleman, I'll carry your stuff." His free hand grabs your wrist. You both walk out of the school doors towards the bus stop. As you stand waiting for the bus, he leans in, his lips almost brushing your ear. "We're taking the city bus, and it's late enough that it's gonna be crowded." You nod, not sure where he's going with this. "Lots of hard working people want a seat, and we should give it to them. Being good members of the community and all that shit." He sighs. "So whether or not there's a free seat for you, I expect that ass on my lap for the whole ride, you feel me?" You blush, and look at him with wide eyes. He chuckles, leaning back from your ear. "Gotta save some room for everyone else. Besides, I'm plenty comfortable."
Ahmed is sitting on his bed, foot bouncing at a pace so rapidly it practically shakes his whole scrawny form. He stares at the clock, counting the seconds until Patrick shows up. He promised, promised he'd have a way of getting you here. After weeks and weeks of photographing you from a distance, Patrick promised he would finally get to be near you, talk with you. Ahmed wasn't exactly sure how Patrick was going to accomplish this, but he knew given his reputation it would be easier for Patrick to get a hold of you than him. He just hoped whatever Patrick did, it wouldn't be as severe as what he endured before Patrick and him entered a truce. He didn't want you in his house for the first time, scared and unsure why you were brought there. No! He wanted his new house guest to be comfortable. His room was dark, with books, figures, and posters strewn about. He did his best to make it homey though. He opened the curtains, cleaned out any trash, (hid his camera and photo collection). He was sure Patrick was going to laugh at him for all this, seeing as Patrick had seen the state his room was in before. Ahmed shakes his head. He wasn't worried about Patrick right now. No, he was ready to see you, talk with you. Maybe... maybe even get to touch you.
The door creaks, and Ahmed hears footsteps approaching. Heavy boots, followed by the light patter of smaller feet. He bites his lip to the point it almost breaks skin. Patrick had done it. You were waiting just outside his room.
He hops back onto his bed, trying to look as casual as possible as the blonde menace he now called a friend traipsed in, with you behind him. "Ahmed... looks like you cleaned up a little in here. Huh." Patrick looks around, hands in his pockets as he leans against Ahmed's bed frame. "Ahmed, I believe you know my new friend." Patrick motions at you. Ahmed nods quickly. "Uh, yeah. We have an English class together." He says. "It's nice to actually meet you Ahmed, you and Patrick are-" You sigh. "Friends?" Ahmed nods. "Yeah, we actually have a lot in common..." He chuckles, shrugging. "Crazy, huh?" He coughs awkwardly. You nod, still not fully convinced.
"See, baby? I told ya' there's nothing shifty going on here! Me and Ahmed are just best buds." Patrick flops onto Ahmed's bed, bouncing the boy up a little as he wraps an arm around him, his grip rough on Ahmed's shoulder. 'Best buds' wasn't really a term Ahmed would use, especially considering two days ago Patrick was pounding Ahmed into this very bed, making the scrawny outcast cry and beg for his cock to go just a little deeper, just a little faster to give him that relief. Of course, Patrick was a jerk, and didn't let him reach that peak for at least three hours into the session, when Ahmed's parents came home. Patrick enjoyed making the boy finally cum on his cock, while trying to muffle his cries knowing his parents were just downstairs.
"So, w-would you like to watch a movie, or play a game? I've got Mario Kart, and Mortal Kombat-" Ahmed lists off a few more games, hoping something would catch your attention and endear him to you. You smile awkwardly, but shake your head. You hadn't really planned on staying, considering you were so sure that Patrick was just tormenting this poor boy. "I actually should get going, it's a Friday night, I don't want to intrude on your boys time." You move to grab your gym stuff, and Ahmed's face falls. He looks at Patrick, glancing at you and silently begging Patrick to do something. Anything, just to keep you here longer. "Calm down, I'll fuckin' handle it." Patrick whispers, before running a hand through his hair and turning back to you. "C'mon, baby! We don't mind you hanging out. Besides, Ahmed's had kind of a rough time in our school. I'm the only friend he's got." Ahmed blushes, not realizing the strategy was to make him look like a pathetic loser. "Patrick-" Patrick shoves his shoulder and continues. "Don't you wanna help him make at least one more friend?" You hesitate at the door, before sighing. It certainly isn't healthy for someones only friend to be Patrick, so you nod. "Fine, I'll stay..."
Several hours go by, and after two movies, four rounds of Mario Kart, and one two-liter of Sprite later, you are on the verge of passing out. You aren't really sure what happens in the next few minutes, but all you know is you are now laying in Ahmed's bed, with Patrick to your right and Ahmed squished on your other side, between you and the wall. Patrick fell asleep first, oddly enough. For a guy with so much energy, he gets sleepy quick. Now it's just you and Ahmed.
"Sorry about this, I didn't realize it was so late..." Ahmed apologizes. He isn't sorry. He imagined hundreds of ways this evening could go, but none of them ended with you pressed up against him, in his bed. God, you were getting your scent all over his sheets and his t-shirt. "M' never gonna wash these sheets again." He mumbles to himself. "Mm- what?" You ask groggily, making him jolt and blush. "Nothing, sorry." You go back to trying to sleep, and eventually pass out.
Ahmed tries to sleep as well, but just as he closes his eyes, he feels a weight on top of him. He gasps, and opens his eyes to see Patrick on top of him. "Come on, freak. We've got work to do." He sits back on the boys lap, allowing him to sit up. "Wha- I thought you were asleep." Patrick scoffs, and shakes his head. "Nah, just knew she wouldn't want to fall asleep around big bad me if she thought I was awake. But, I am. Now go find your camera." Ahmed looks confused, making Patrick roll his eyes. "Come on, you didn't think we were just gonna have a sleepover, did you? Tell secrets and make friendship bracelets like a fuckin' girl scout troop? We have a chance to get some close-up shots we could never get otherwise right now. Maybe even get a feel of her, now hurry up." The plan now confirmed, Ahmed scrambles as quietly as he can off the bed, practically throwing himself onto the floor as he blindly feels around under his bed for the camera. He knocks some stuff around, making Patrick his. "Shut the fuck up!" He whispers harshly. "M' sorry! It's dark." Ahmed whines. Finally, his fingers close around cold metal the camera, and he climbs back onto the bed beside Patrick.
"I'm ready. Just tell me when to snap a picture, and I'll do it." Patrick nods. "Heh, I've always wanted to see what's under this shirt." Patrick carefully slides the thin cotton up, not removing it from you but placing it just under your chin, exposing your breasts to the two boys. "Why doesn't she have a bra?" Ahmed asks. "She was coming back from the gym, already took off her sports bra, I guess. It's in her back over there, if you wanna smell it or some shit." Ahmed blushes. "S-smell it?" He stammers. "I don't know, you're the freak here. I'm just guessing that's something you're into." He isn't wrong.
"God, she's got a nice little pair, huh?" Patrick motions for Ahmed to snap a few photos. "Get one of my hands on em' too." Patrick's large hands cup your breasts, his thumb barely brushing past the nipple. Once Ahmed get's the photos, Patrick begins to gently rub his thumb and fore-finger over the nipples, watching as the delicate buds harden. "Fuck, I always like them better when there hard n' shit. Seeing them poke through t-shirts. I caught her out in the cold once, took everything in me to not make her pop em' out right there in the alley behind the school." Patrick smiles and the memory. Ahmed squirms, causing his friend to take notice.
"Gimme your camera." Patrick orders. "Wha- no! This, this camera is everything to me!" Patrick just groans at the boys pleading. "I'm not gonna' break it, freak. Just giving you a chance to free up your hands so you can play with her tits too." Ahmed looks between Patrick and your breasts, which are now peaking in arousal at Patrick's teasing. He sighs. "Okay, fine." Patrick takes the camera, and Ahmed places two hands on your breasts, squeezing ever so gently. "Wow, they're really soft, except for her nipples, I guess..." Patrick restrains himself from laughing so loud he'll wake you up. "God, you are such a fuckin' virgin. Do something photo-worthy, for fucks sake." Patrick eggs Ahmed on, and in a moment of boldness, the boy places a kiss on your collarbone, before slowly trailing his way down to your left breast. After a bit of careful kissing and teasing, his chapped lips find your nipple, latching gently.
"Shit... there you go." Ahmed is so lost in the taste of your soft skin that he doesn't register the camera flashing a few times as Patrick snaps some pictures. What he does hear however, is the soft, wanton moan that escapes your lips. He pulls back, eyes wide as he looks at Patrick. Patrick seems just as shocked, but this is quickly replaced with a toothy grin. "C'mon, clearly your making her feel good. Grab at her shorts, I wanna see if she's wet from us just playing with her girls." Patrick insists, and Ahmed obliges. Trembling fingers pull at your shorts, slowly inching them down your relaxed thighs. "Hurry up-' "I'm trying! It's hard when she's asleep, not exactly cooperating." Ahmed eventually gets the thin shorts down your legs, just above your knees in case they need to move them back up in a hurry. To his delight, he managed to hook your underwear down with them, leaving your soft mound exposed to the two boys.
Ahmed's nimble fingers move to spread your lips, the strings of slick breaking apart as he parts them, coating his fingers. He almost finishes right there, seeing the light of the camera as Patrick snaps a picture reflect off of your slick, letting them know just how soaked you are. "Fuckin' soaked... just from a bit of teasing." Patrick groans, making sure to get a picture of both your holes and Ahmed's fingers parting the folds around them. "Is that not normal?" Patrick shrugs. "I don't know, some people are more sensitive than others, I guess. Especially when they haven't been touched." Ahmed's eyes light up at that, and he whips his head towards Patrick.
"You- you think there's a chance she hasn't... y'know..." Ahmed trails off. "We're literally taking nudes of her cunt right now, just say 'had sex', 'fucked', anything. Jesus." The weaker boy shrinks into himself at the blonde's words. "I mean, it's possible. I've never heard of any guy doin' her, and I've never seen her with another guy around school." Patrick continues. "Isn't that your fault?" Ahmed asks, making his new friend chuckle. "Maybe. You're the one who's been outside her window for the past month, ever seen a guy over?" Ahmed shakes his head no. "Then maybe she's just been waiting for the right guy to come and show her a good time." Patrick moves a little closer to Ahmed, pressing himself against the boy's back. For the first time, Ahmed isn't bothered by Patrick towering over his smaller frame. "Well, right guys, y'know." Ahmed doesn't respond, his mind filling with ideas of what might happen, that night when him and Patrick finally get to be your firsts.
Would you be scared? He'd comfort you as best he could, but Patrick wouldn't be much help with that, (though he knows Patrick can be gentle when he really wants something.) Ever the anxious mess, he can't even focus on his fantasies without worrying. He needed to get condoms, and were you on birth control? Patrick should definitely get tested first, who knows what he's got going on. If Patrick takes you first, what should he do? He's content to sit in the corner and play with himself, but he know's Patrick would only make fun of him for 'not getting any'. A final thought strikes him. Would he be jealous? Would you like Patrick better? You've known him longer, and he's definitely more popular. He's pretty, whereas Ahmed is skinny and feral-looking. He's drawn out of his panic by the sound of a zipper.
"Whatcha thinkin' bout, 'Mhed?" Patrick asks. He can tell when his little freak-friend is spiraling. "You wanna touch her, huh?" Ahmed nods. He can feel the rough, calloused hands of Patrick palming his cock through his boxers. He shudders. "So much. I want... god, can I take her first?" Ahmed begs, gasping as Patrick pulls down his waistband, letting his cock stick out. Patrick gently rubs his thumb on Ahmed's tip, collecting a bead of pre-cum. "Maybe. You still' passing science?" Ahmed furrows his brow at the odd question. Why was Patrick asking about classes while he jerks him off over your sleeping form. "Yeah, I'm doing p-pretty well in all my classes..." He replies. He tosses his head back into Patrick's shoulder as the strong delinquent begins to stroke his length with quick, tight strokes. Patrick's free arm wraps around Ahmed's stomach, pinning the boy's back to his broad chest. "Gimme your notes for all your classes then. If you're good for me, n' keep proving you're worth something-" Another harsh stroke. Ahmed is on the verge. "Then maybe I'll let you be the one to break in her sweet little hole." Ropes of white, hot cum spill from Ahmed's cock as he cries out, before quickly biting his lip to try and silence himself. If you woke up now, there would be no way him and Patrick could make an excuse to get out of this. Just the thought of being your first leaves Ahmed so emotional that as his cock twitches in pleasure, he can feel himself tearing up.
"Are you fucking crying?" Patrick presses his lips to Ahmed's cheek, getting a taste. "You get jerked off one time thinking about our pretty girl and you fuckin' cry. Maybe you aren't ready to be her first." Ahmed gags, and turns around. He moves his arms, frantically whispering, begging. "No, no! I won't cry then, I'll be good. I'll make her feel good, please. I- I've gotta be her first, you don't-" Patrick shushes him. "You've got a long way to go. I think you and I will have to practice some more, making sure you last longer than you did just now." Patrick leans to the side, taking in the sight of your nude torso now decorated with Ahmed's cum. He grins. "Alright, here's the deal. You take some photos real quick, make sure we can see the pretty paint-job you gave her." Ahmed blushes as Patrick stands. "Where are you going?"
"Gotta go get some wipes, and I gotta be quick about it."
warnings: dubcon, age gap (gojo is around 35 and reader is 21+), coercing, minor anal play (reader receiving), established relationship (they’ve known each other a long time), power dynamic, slight dumbfication…
A/N: Errr… I’ve never written let alone posted fan fiction so the formatting might be off. Please let me know if I’ve missed any warnings. I don’t really wanna hear criticism yet because I don’t plan on posting again. I just had to scratch my seven year itch :3 Okis baiii
-18, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE.
You can’t recall entirely how you ended up there, here. Right side of your body leaning into the balancing beam, hands gripping onto the leather-clad frame so tightly, the skin around your knuckles stretched white. Eyes shut so tight it made your body tremble. Or maybe it wasn’t that—maybe it was the man you confided in to help you stretch, pressed up against you. Maybe it was the way he had his growing bulge pressed right up to your clothed sex. Clothed, hah. There was nothing stopping him from tearing the flimsy fabric off your aching body. And that, he knew
“When’d ya start growin’ up on me, huh?” He’d mouth against your calf, pressing a wet kiss to the pudge. He was using the pads of his thumbs to rub deep circles into the muscle to loosen you up, muttering something about how it’s important you do this with him and only him because he understood your body. And who were you to argue? He was your coach. He knew what your body could and couldn’t tolerate more than anyone. He helped you get to where you are now. “Got it?”
“Yes,” You’d breathe out and he’d hum in response, pressing his warm lips to the dip of your calf. Another kiss and down your leg goes. You were so giving, so willing. He knew this, you knew this. He’s the reason you’re successful and you’ve no reason to be anything but. You’d carry his name in your mouth like it was one of your trophies, “My Gojo-sama taught me!” Those moments played in his head often, his chest swelling with pride each time. Even now. Who were you to deny him anyways. You’d fail without him
Now you’re trapped. Chest-to-floor. Against one of your mats, the ones you had bragged about just the day before because of their comfortable cushioning. Your shorts were tugged just below the curve of your ass, the stubborn hem painfully straining against the fat of your thighs and there was your Gojo-sama, straddling you with his legs on either side. You could hear his groan of approval while he stretched apart your ass with the pads of his fingers, watching as your pathetic excuse for underwear fell into the dip to cover you. He let out a chuckle, “Look at that..” he’d hum out “Lucky girl,” “Looks like your intimates are protected” and you squeeze your thighs in response to quell the throbbing. Intimates. That’s what you call them when you would locker talk with your friends, you hated the vulgarity. And he was being so so vulgar, so mean, and you swore up and down you didn’t like it but here you were, squeezing your thighs for some relief
He was attentive to the way you’d react to his touch, to his kisses, to his attention. And he wasn’t going to call you out on it. The man is mean but he isn’t heartless! That’s enough of a reason for you to stay, he thinks so at least.
He hovered above you before leaning down to brush his lips against your earlobe, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your jawline, down your neck, down your curved spine. And your body would react so naturally, arching itself into the cushion of your mat, offering more of yourself to him. Don’t think it went unnoticed. He kissed and kissed, nuzzling the tip of his nose against the flesh your hips. He was making his presence known. Pressing himself against you in ways he’d know would leave a lingering warmth. Planting innocent kisses along the way only to pull back and blow on them, watching you squirm as the cold air washed up against the wet kisses.
And it wasn’t until he finally reached the plush of your ass that he found he couldn’t hold himself back. He’d reach the elastic of your “underwear” (he used the air quotes himself), tip of his nose making contact with it. He would immediately loop his index around the loose hem of his current enemy, huffing out in annoyance. “Just wanna see something,” he’d mutter while tugging the cloth down your legs. You were naive and trusted that he really only wanted to see. He’d argue that it’s not naivety, it’s being dumb but that it’s okay because it’s your natural state of being. You believed him all along the way and that was no one’s fault but your own
Now here you were. Last compromising position of the night. His eyes boring into your exposed sex, a wicked smirk making its way to his lips as his gaze trailed to your puckered rim. Watching it wink up at him whenever you’d squirm. He’d spread you wide for his own sick pleasure and you’d wail in embarrassment. “N-no!” You’d exclaim, trying to wriggle out from beneath him. And he’d snicker at you. “Not there?” He’d pout, feigning a hurt expression. You’d shake your head, no! No means no, he taught you that. “Please no, that’s dirty, no!” You’d manage to get out before he shut you up, sliding his thumb past your gaping lips and pressing the pad of it against your tongue, as deep as it could go. Your lips instinctively wrapped around the digit, drooling around it as you sucked and blinked away your tears
He shook his head in response to your actions. Every plead went in one ear, out the other. You were stupid enough to believe he only wanted to help you stretch and stupid enough to believe he’d be listening to you. “Didn’t teach you be this way,” he’d tut and shake his head once more “Taught you better. To respect your superiors.” He’d sigh out, his free hand digging into the flesh of your ass as he spread you open once more before giving it a harsh smack, thwap! Earning him a jolt and a cry. “Promise to be good n’ I won’t touch where it’s dirty. Won’t even look, ‘kay?” He offered while you could only sniffle and nod. You flinched when you felt a glob of split land itself on your hole. It wasn’t until you felt pressure, a twinge sound your tight ring of muscles that you noticed your mouth was no longer preoccupied.
𖦹 content: mean doms!satosugu, unprotected sex, m! masturbation, nicknames, humiliation!kink, cum play, satosugu are both in their early 20s, cunniligus, clit play, hints of corruption!kink, overstimulation.
𖦹 pairings: skater boy!satoru gojō x fem!reader x skater boy!suguru getō.
ᥫ᭡. this is for 𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁; collab by my pretty lovey @fueledbysano! ♡
"Oh, look who's coming!", his blue eyes looked at you over his glasses as you approached and one arm elbowed Suguru in the ribs to get his attention.
You looked like a little angel as always. With those always starched dresses they always liked to see, with the slits that stood up when a strong wind breeze hit your body, and your hair in a well-done ponytail, but not too tight so as not to damage your locks, fastened with a pretty bow that matched in color, but not in tone, your dress that went to just above your knees. And they, on the other hand, looked like the same old mess: Getou's hair was tied up in a not too high bun with two strands on either side of his forehead while Gojo's was lazily combed back so it wouldn't fall over his glasses while he was walking down the streets of Tokyo or Shibuya on his skateboard.
"You're such a cute little thing today, Y/N", who spoke this time was his brunette friend and you looked away like you hadn't heard him right, "Oh, got it, you still want to play hard to get?"
"I came to give you guys something!", you said, taking the small bag you always carried with you off the shoulder and opening it to take the envelope that a girl who knew you were one of the few girls who talked to that problem duo had asked to give to them, "A girl asked me to give it to you guys."
Gojo's eyes fell on your delicate hands, but the one who ended up taking the envelope was his friend after letting his own skateboard resting on the ground beside the two of you.
"Have you become other people's carrier pigeon now too?", he asked in a teasing tone and opened it as you crossed your arms and muttered a 'Hmph!' before answering, "I'm just doing her a kindness, you guys should try being kind sometimes too, it doesn't hurt or anything if you ask me!"
"But, with you, we're pretty gentle, don't you think?", Satoru asked leaning over to pry what was written on the love letter over his friend's shoulder and opening a bastard smile as he finished reading, "You little girls always prefer the bad guys, don't you?"
"Not me, don't include me in that", you replied realizing the long seconds it took Getou to analyze the little envelope only to ultimately crumple it up and throw it on the ground like it was trash, "Hey! Don't do it! She did it out of love for both of you.”
"Tell her we have no interest in her, then", he replied kneeling down to pick up his skateboard again and place it under his arm, "You should already know we have no interest in other girls", when he finished speaking, they both exchanged two accomplice looks; Satoru looking at him over his glasses and Suguru doing the same, but under his bucket hat.
"I– You're the worst, you both", you spoke irritably before turning away and preparing to go home.
The reality was that you had met that girl by chance while you were going to an ice cream parlor with your own friends and felt sorry for her trying to explain to you that she liked those two boys who cared about very little besides their own lives and... well, you. It wasn't as if the three of you were friends: far from it, but you had known them longer than you could ever remember and almost all your memories of high school and early college revolved around them like Saturn and its rings.
Your parents were not the biggest fans of Suguru and Satoru, since they considered those two boys to be influences to be avoided and you understood this completely, since not a few times rumors about how they only hung out with some questionable people to say the least bubbled up around the neighborhood. They were pretty much the opposite of you and that was why neither of them could not find themselves loving it when you gave even the slightest bit of attention to one of them, so much so that most of the conversations of the two of them in message chats were about how 'you looked adorable in those dresses', 'you looked gorgeous wearing that new gloss they gave you as a present'; the only difference being that as time went on the innocent compliments they used to write gradually turned into fantasies of having you completely at their mercy being a slobbering mess with legs spread and slick running down your thighs.
"Want to go after her or...?", Getou asked in whispers to his friend next to him.
"You think her parents are home today?"
The two of them exchanged friendly, cocky looks again before they both looked at you and realized that you were moving further and further away, always with an air of elegance that would never fail to captivate them.
“Why? You wanted to see which panties she’s using today?”
“I can’t tell it to you, it’s a secret”, Satoru answered before placing his own skateboard on the ground and silently telling his friend that the answer to his first question before was positive.
It was the first time they could see you without being surrounded by the safety net of your friends who treated the two of them like animals that needed to be caged and making the most of it was the only thing permeating Gojo's mind the moment the two of them propelled themselves to start moving on their skateboards in the same direction you took.
And they only didn't take you by surprise when you turned right around a corner because you heard the sound of the wheels and turned back to face them over one shoulder.
"Stop following me, this is such creepy behavior from both of you", you said before you looked straight ahead again and pretended that they weren't still following you with their skateboards down the car-free street.
"You're being so mean now with us, dove, 's it because I threw away that little letter?", Getou asked with a sideways grin as he used his right foot to keep adjusting the speed used and you rolled eyes before opening the mouth: "I don't care about that thing, but you guys shouldn't be like this with girls like her, she's sensitive"
"And so we are, tsk", Satoru replied, "And yet you're still so mean to us, I bet if we sent you a love letter like that, you'd crumple it too", when he finished speaking you looked at him almost as if you were shocked and offended, still not stopping walking.
"I’d never do such a thing like this! I have manners, unlike you two."
The mocking giggle they both gave you made you feel the shame flow through your veins and shy for the first time in many years of knowing the two of them. It seemed like they always knew how you were going to react and were always two steps ahead.
"We bet you have good manners for sure, darling”, Satoru replied and the two of them continued to follow you with their skateboards until you got home and stopped in front of it with arms crossed over the breasts and a frown.
"Honestly, what d’you want today, huh?", you reached for the key to open the door and as you saw them get off their skateboards and place them leaning against the side of the house entrance, you understood that they really thought you were going to let them in, "No way you guys are goin’ to come into my house, who d’you think I am?"
"What kind of questions are these? You told us you had good manners and not even an hour later you're already threatening to kick us out of your house?", Getou asked raising one eyebrow and you swallowed hard.
"M-My parents..."
"Are not home, we can see it", Satoru completed the sentence for you and shook his head toward the door, "Don't you trust us? We promise we won't do any mess.”
You looked from one to the other. You could feel that they already had something planned for the rest of the day and a mixture of apprehension and anticipation began to bubble up inside you and send a shiver down your back unhurriedly. It was the first time you were going to be alone, completely alone, with the two of them and that was exactly what was making you apprehensive and, even if you wouldn't admit it, curious.
"What if my parents come home while you're here?", you asked, opening the door as calmly as you could without letting the hand shake because they were staring at you.
"We can hide under your bed or in your closet and then go out the window of your room", Getou replied looking at the window that guarded your room behind you and you sighed heavily before letting them in and closing the door.
"Wow, pretty house!", Satoru spoke raising his sunglasses and looking around before walking down the hallway and eventually finding the living room, where he threw himself on the couch lazily and took off his jacket to leave it on the table.
"Don't do a mess, Satoru, and don't sit on my couch like this either", you spoke up placing yourself next to him and waving at his heavy boots being placed on the edge of the table and he frowned before facing you and speaking, "It's a couch, I can sit however I want, no?"
A heavy sigh came out of you and the next second you were picking up each of his heavy, long legs and placing them away from the table. It would have been an easy, innocent task, completely without ulterior motives on your part, but Satoru took advantage of the moment of having you so close to him to thread his fingers through the edge of your dress and pull your body suddenly forward to make you lose your balance and fall onto his. All while Getou came closer, stood beside his friend's legs and brought hands to the back of your dress to lift it up.
“W-What the fuck d’you–”, before you could complete the accusation, Gojo clamped one of his hands on your cheek to squeeze them together and make you stand still.
"What kind of language is that, hm? You using 'the fuck'? This is not how a good girl like you should be using the words, 'm I wrong?", his tone made you think you were dumb and Getou's hand sliding down your panty-covered ass to reach your folds scared you to the point where you tried to close legs around his friend's hips.
"I think she lied when she said she has good manners", Suguru spoke up and stared at Gojo with a suggestive look before the two of them turned your body away without caring about you wriggling to try to gain some kind of control in the situation.
Just then you were sitting on Satoru's lap, above his dick that started to get hard the very moment he walked through your doorway, with legs spread shamefully in front of Getou, your dress being pushed up and one hand of the man behind you placing itself at the base of your neck to pull you to lie completely against his chest.
"S-Stop, you two! This is so–”
"Embarrassing?", Suguru asked massaging of your inner thighs before using both thumbs to do the same over your clit, his eyes fixed on the way slowly and gradually your entrance let more and more of your slick wet the bottom of your lacy undies, "Yes, that's why it's so good"
You tried to close legs feeling your walls tighten around nothing, your armor against the two of them slowly crumbling with just a few touches on your needy clit. It was the first time that Getou was touching you, but he seemed to do it in a much better way than yourself still over your panties and without even realizing it right, your hips tried to move against his fingertips trying to get a little more friction.
You hated yourself for the first two seconds for giving yourself up so easily, until Gojo's lips latched onto your neck and began to distribute kisses and nibbles across your skin.
"She's getting soaked wet, Satoru", Suguru spoke with a smirk on lips before leaning down and leaving a wet kiss exactly over the middle of your panties, "Is it okay t'you if I taste her pussy first? Won't you get jealous?”
"You can taste her first if I get to fuck her first", the platinum man replied and you tried to stifle a moan upon hearing his words, but the way your legs trembled a little more didn't let you lie, "See? This pretty good girl is all eager to have a good dick inside her, I think we should just fuck her dumb and let her drippin' cum for the rest of the day"
Getou denied with the head already getting on his knees and pulling your panties down so he could finally see your dripping pussy and throbbing clit, always waiting to be sucked or licked.
"It'd be such a shame if I didn't give her at least some licks before you ruined her pussy with your lewd cum, 'Toru", you felt Gojo chuckle against your shoulder and the next second his friend's warm tongue licked its way slowly up your folds, calmly exploring your pussy and moving from your entrance to the clit to finally suck it and give you some of the sexual relief you so desperately needed.
Maybe it was the fact that you shouldn't be doing this, or rather: letting him do this, that made everything better, more delightful, more forbiddenly pleasurable. It was so good to feel Satoru's cock getting harder and harder below your ass while his lips ghosted over your neck and his hands played with your tits until your nipples were hard, it was even better to be able to watch Getou making a mess between your legs with little slurping sounds coming to your ears and one hand going up and down around his dick using your wet panties wrapped around it.
Every time he lifted his eyes to face you with his mouth still busy on your pussy, you felt yourself about to cum and tried to cling to Gojo's arms for fear of falling forward. It was almost surprising when you actually ended up cumming all over Suguru's glossy lips and your body didn't need to be held in place, the only thing that forced itself up was your hips and your head fell back as you moaned his name out loud and didn't see the violent way his shaft twitched against his fingers and your panties.
Satoru swore he almost would have cum if he hadn't been so focused on doing this inside your pussy and, holding onto that thought, he pulled you up just enough to be able to unbutton his pants quickly, lower them along with underwear and be able to immediately let his cock slam against your sensitive folds.
“She’s all so sensitive now, I can feel she throbbing against my tongue”, Getou whispered pulling away and pulling your hips up to help Gojo place you on his dick ready to sit on it and take it to the base, "She may even cum again just by having you inside her, that’d be so cute, you can do this, can't you, dove?", he asked staring at you and pulling your face to be in front of his.
You blinked a few times, trying to reason about what he was talking about. Your climax had messed up your entire mental state and had you reduced to a tight wet hole begging to be used, so your first response was to nod the head and moan; moans that got even louder and more breathless as Satoru's hands pushed you against his cock slowly, making you feel every vein and inch until his tip kissed your soft cervix and pushed you back into another orgasm that made you teary-eyed as your vision clouded over for long seconds.
"Fuck her through her orgasm, 'Toru, I wanna see her all ruined by the end of it", Getou spoke still holding your face and watching Gojo hold you by the waist to keep your body still as he began to thrust himself into your pussy so small it almost made him wonder if you could take him completely.
"Fuck, she's goddamn tight, perfect cocksleeve for real", he spoke breathlessly with hair sticking to his forehead, the smell of sex beginning to permeate the entire living room walls of the house and the wet noise coming from where his dick was connected to your pussy making Suguru's shaft leak a little more, "Gonna leave her and her tight pussy with the shape of my dick by the end", you groaned at the thought and tried to concentrate on anything other than your walls milking him; if you came again before he did, you wouldn't be able to look at them again without feeling ashamed of yourself.
And your perfect distraction came in the form of Getou pulling your face forward and kissing you hungrily as he took one hand and brought it to his dick, guiding you through the up and down motions to pump it at almost the same rate Gojo used to pound inside you.
"P-Please, 'Toru, can you– just, ngh, c-cum inside me? I-I need it, you, your cum, inside me", you never thought you would be begging him to breed you, let alone how he would look at you with such lust the very moment the request left your lips; you had no idea how long he fantasized about you riding him and begging for every drop of his cum while he was daydreaming through the streets of Tokyo on his skateboard.
There was nowhere else he would end it all. He knew that and it became a fact as soon as your walls tightened more when Getou rubbed your puffy clit, his cock twitched even more and his cum was filling you to the brim as another orgasm was extracted from inside you. But the nice feeling of having his veins pulsing and his tip gushing out in piles was short-lived: soon after, Suguru was pulling you up to take Gojo out of your cunt and replacing that long dick with his fatter one, inevitably causing all the liquid inside you to be fucked even deeper.
"You can gimme just one more, can't you, dove?", he whispered against your ear and you tried to deny it with the head, even though it felt so good to have him moving in and out of you quickly, not giving you time to get your thoughts together and making you just be the dumb little girl they wanted you to be, "Oh, don't deny it, I know you can, don't you have good manners?"
Just then, two of his fingers were rubbing your clit, walls clenching even tighter around his shaft and Gojo's cum leaking even more down your legs. It was easy for Getou to slide in and out of your pussy after his friend had really finished keeping you wet and it was even easier to end up cumming deep inside your tight pussy and mixing his cream with his friend's in a complete, big mess.
The little slurred "Fuck" he moaned against your ear made you collapse against his arms in yet another orgasm and you swore you were seeing stars as your mind broke into a thousand little pieces. And just then Gojo pulled your body back and left you sitting as gently as he could on the couch before giving you a little kiss on the cheek.
"You’re such a cute thing even when ruined, we're so lucky to have you", he said before running hands through his hair in an attempt to tidy it up and getting up to start putting on his own clothes.
"Good girls are always a good fuck, she's the living proof of this", Getou spoke before reaching for your panties which were still wet in a mixture of his pre-cum and your slick; they were placed back between your thighs, even though both of them were leaking from you, "Good job, dove, we–"
His speech was interrupted by the sound of something turning. Something turning and the jingling of keys that were not yours coming from outside the door of the house. Satoru and Suguru immediately looked at each other as if telepathically saying "Time to go" and you desperately started running to collect your own clothes without saying anything to them.
Your parents were home and had probably already seen his skateboards by the door.
And the two of them, before opening the living room window and putting on their pants, pulled you by the wrist so that they could each give you a quick kiss that barely tickled your lips. You pushed them both away and ran up the stairs to lock yourself in the bathroom, the excuse of taking a shower beginning to form in your head as those two boys jumped through the window frame.
But, Satoru Gojo's jacket was still decorating the table in the living room.
Yeonjun who slowly manipulates his best friend and fucks her 😩😩
this is sick, i love it <3
"Keep going, sweetheart"
Yeonjun smiled, keeping his hold on thigh and digging his nails into your skin, leaving the reddening crescent like marks all over it.
Without missing a single beat, he pulled you closer and threw your leg over his shoulder, face an inch away as his nose barely touched yours.
"Are you close?" He bit his lower lip, still cannot believe how he was able to rail you on his bed with only a bottle of spiked beer and some cheesy pick up lines along with 'i love you' in-between.
"Don't hold your breath—I'm here to make you scream, okay?"
I wanna be called back to stay after class my legs nervously bouncing as I watched the last student leave.
I wanna be lectured, called mean names because of my short skirt I wanna be made fun of till I start crying, I want you to laugh at me and tell me I'm pathetic and no one would want me.
I want you to manipulate me to become your fuck toy I wanna be yours, I want you to take me over your desk making sure to punish me for dressing like a slut.
I want you to tease me till I'm on the edge of blacking out and then finally use me like the slut I am.
➽ fundie!ayato x indoctrinated!reader
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➽ religious fundamentalism; bible verses, sacreligious undertones, abuse justified by religion, mindbreak and brainwashing, indoctrination, the whole cocktail, virgin!reader, afab!reader, forced tradfem roles, slight choking, rough sex, corruption, breeding, mentions of pregnancy but no actual pregnancy, free use, floor licking, humiliation and degradation, corporal punishment (bamboo stick), spanking, somnophilia, gaslighting and general manipulation.
・❥・ I tried to keep the reader's gender as neutral as possible but we all know fundamentalists like their gender roles, so the reader is still defined as being born a woman. this piece touches on a lot of beliefs of the subservient wife according to religions such as mormons, so you are warned here and are to accept you are exposing yourself to this content once you click on the read more.
・❥・ this is just madness at this point, please enjoy the fact I finally cited actual bible verses in one of my works.
"A woman should learn in quietness and full submission. I do not permit a woman to teach or to assume authority over a man; she must be quiet. For Adam was formed first, then Eve. And Adam was not the one deceived; it was the woman who was deceived and became a sinner. But women will be saved through childbearing — if they continue in faith, love and holiness with propriety." - 1 Timothy 2:11-15
From childhood, you were brought up to always respect the authority of the Archons, who watched over the Inazuma region and gifted your people with a wonderful and luscious experience, always properly observing the holidays and celebrations, and making sure to punctually present your offerings in the times of worship.
Having been born a female, you knew you could not bear the blessing of a vision with your frail and sinful will and duly followed your father’s teachings to learn the ways of the housewife so as not to disappoint the will of the gods. Whilst your brothers trained relentlessly in their adolescence, you were to stay at home and assist your mother in the kitchen, perfecting her recipes, following in her steps patching up their training clothes whenever they got tarnished during missions and learning how to keep a perfect household running steady.
The only escape you were granted was dreaming of the moment your parents would present you with your future husband, the faceless figure you were indoctrinated to long for since old enough to comprehend your life wasn’t just yours, your existence was part of the bigger design drawn out by the Archon themselves, and to reject it would be to repute not only your entire being, but so the faith your family and clan were built upon, and such disgrace could simply not be an option, as the dishonour and disgrace you would curse yourself and your people would be immeasurable, so you chose to keep your head low and be keen, always keeping sweet, yearning for the day your prince would finally come to sweep you off your feet and take you away to make you his wife.
That day finally came a couple of years after your coming of age, during the spring celebrations, your clan had decided to host that year’s festival, lavishly decorating the entire compound to live up to the past festivities, full of colourful lanterns, lavish food stands littering the streets, wonderful activities for the guests at every corner and most important of all, the entire complex’s flora in full bloom. Amongst the falling petals of magnolia is where your father presented you to your future betrothed, a tall light blue haired man named Ayato Kamisato, his presence akin to a demigod, standing tall amongst the numerous personnel members accompanying him, he bowed in such a regal manner and held your hand with such gentleness before he whisked you away to accompany you through the festival, you couldn’t be more thankful for your father’s choice.
And whilst he stepped away from you to gather some food to eat while you finally got to know each other since, in his words — a proper lady should not take part in such trivial matters like money — you looked up at the night sky thanking the Archons for they had truly blessed you with such a godly husband.
The wedding preparations had been such a stressful endeavour for you, especially after discovering you were not marrying just a man, you were set to marry the head of the renowned Kamisato clan, this single information had been enough to send you spiralling into an endless pit of overthinking, questioning if you even were worthy enough to look upon such glorious and decorated man, doubting yourself if you were to ever be capable to fill the empty place at his side so many others, who you thought to be worthier than you, desperately longed for.
Now, not only did you have to fulfil your destiny to become a godly wife, but you also had to uphold the honour of your clan as a chosen representative in front of the notorious family, not a single step nor word was to go unplanned so as not to fall in disappointment to the Kamisato clan’s members scrutiny.
The weeks prior to the ceremony had both your body and mind as tight as a string, ready to whine out in frustration at any inconvenience or problem you were presented with, from the dress not fitting properly and having to perform the proper wedding ritual perfectly replicating even the position of your toes, to the choice of which flowers and decorations to use as the banquet’s centrepieces. But as thin as you were stretched you never snapped nor wavered, always upkeeping your soft spoken and gentle facade you were taught was proper, in a weird way almost reflecting the one of your future husbands, already unconsciously stepping up to the role of a proper consort with each day that passed.
The most worrisome inquiry though, remained the first night together, having been brought up on the notion you were to save yourself and remain pure for your future husband, as he was the one the gods assigned to educate you and guide you in your marriage, you had to remain so ignorant of the subject as not to taint your mind. Funnily enough, you weren’t even aware of the anatomical differences men and women were born with, even though you were brought up around your numerous brothers.
So much so that that night, when Ayato bared himself to you, after having thoroughly enjoyed unclothing you of the pure white cloth you were dressed with earlier in the morning, and having explored and marked your body with his mouth as to claim it as his for eternity to come, you were shocked to see his virility in all its glory.
You were left so speechless and devoid of any thought he took it upon himself to guide you, opening you up with his slender fingers, closely examining every change of expression you would go through, your thanks and pleas for more of this foreign feeling only helping in arousing him more.
But his gaze held darker thoughts behind the apparently enamoured facade.
Such a pure little thing, so beautiful, graceful, and most important of all, untouched. So sheltered and primed for him to corrupt and take apart, only for him to put back together with the way he ought to be more suitable to his tastes. He couldn’t wait much longer as he watched you writhe underneath his ministration, he knew he should have prepared your virgin cunt with better care so as to not make it hurt, but he was also sure you wouldn't have cared either way or better you couldn’t. So ignorant of sex and its mechanism he could manhandle you as he pleased, mistreat you and trick you into following his lead because your husband knew best, and you were to trust him and his every word, as that was the faith you were indoctrinated with.
Ayato had obtained many things in his life, his swordsmanship, his honour, the leadership of his clan and even the control of the Shuumatsuban, but all paled in comparison to claiming you, his cock sitting snugly inside you, slamming against your cervix with how brutally he was fucking you, your thighs clamped around his sharp hips, and one of his hands was free to roam and trace the bruises and teeth imprints he left with his mouth, whilst the other slowly wrapped around your throat, holding you right against the mattress perfectly still so he could watch your eyes roll back into your head as he finally let himself succumb to pleasure before passing out.
Every morning you would wake up in the Kamisato estate, you would thank the archons for looking down upon you and securing you with such a prosperous opportunity, before getting out of bed and allowing the maids to take over to aid you in getting ready for the long day ahead of you. The first thing on your list was to cook a fulfilling breakfast for your husband, even though his staff was plenty equipped to do so on their own, you couldn’t let your talents go to waste and so you settled for overseeing the cooking staff and guiding them into following your husband’s wishes for the day’s meals he communicated to you the night before.
After helping him dress and get ready for the day you would bid him goodbye at the door like a proper wife would as he’d leave the household to tend to his duties as clan leader, leaving you to arrange the homely duties, such as staff shifts, organising events for the fellow clan’s members, basically just busying yourself with all possible tasks related to the household or social norms whilst waiting for your beloved to come home.
It was not uncommon or out of place to talk about children as a married couple, especially if you considered it was part of Ayato’s duty as the clan leader to conceive a male heir, to continue the bloodline, but after the first night as a married couple your husband had started to demand for you to let him breed you regularly as to ensure an offspring as soon as possible, which you didn’t quite understand the purpose of, considering you thought that only one time would have been enough according to your threadbare knowledge of basic biology, but he’s your husband, after all, he knows best.
You’d be a bad wife if you questioned him.
So you always happily obliged, flipping up your skirts and bending over the dresser every morning to let him cum inside you, always making sure to thank him for gifting you his seed to impregnate you, before picking up your discarded underwear and making sure it fit snug enough around your entrance as not to waste any of your husband’s precious gift.
You had learned that if you managed not to spill any down your thighs during the day he would reward you by giving you a subsequent second round of breeding, many times have you ride him right at the dinner table as a form of personalised dessert as he liked to call it, uncaring of the many eyes observing you from the walls of the grand dining room, all the while praising you for being such a good subservient wife for him, his precious blessing gifted to him by the Archons.
However, if you didn’t, he would ensure to remind you that wasting such a precious thing like the Kamisato’s seed had consequences, making sure to have you personally clean any spillage by licking it up yourself from the floor under his supervision, and with each misspent drop, you could be sure to anticipate at least five strikes of his trusted bamboo stick he liked to keep in his office, sitting right before the outer edge of his desk, always ready for him to be put to use as he saw fit, to keep all of the people the gods had put below him in check.
Your parents and elders had indoctrinated you with the belief that your husband was to be considered as holy as the god themselves, anything he chose for you was for your own good as he knew better since he was born a man, made in the image of the gods themselves, and so above you. Everything he did was for the greater good, he knew how to decipher the design the gods had in plan for both of you and nothing would stray him from fulfilling the glory you two were destined to obtain.
Hence why, when you awoke for the first time from a foreign pulsing sensation, somewhat panicking at the unusual weight you were feeling constrained under, only to realise your husband had decided, unbeknownst to you, to use your sleeping body to satisfy his burning desire, you simply let him.
You didn’t object nor even so moved a single finger, happy to lay there and let him use you as he saw fit, after all that’s what you were taught. Always be a good wife, lenient and pliant for your husband, you are just a tool for him to reach his true godly glory in the eternal life, after all, you are there to aid him into leaving a legacy for the future to witness and as such you should always be ready for him, conscient or not.
And as you laid there, balancing on the edge between sleep and awake, you listened to him talking down onto you, how you laying there oh so peacefully had tempted him, that your body being sprawled in such provoking position had caused him to have sinful thoughts and because of them he needed to punish you by using you and could cleanse himself of his sin if and only he managed to finish inside of you. All the while battering your insides, uncaring of any discomfort you might have to face in the following morning, his gaze zeroed in on your soft features, never stopping the venom spilling from his mouth.
But like any good and righteous wife would, you apologised to him, apologised for your sins with half asleep mumbles you barely managed to conjure up from your slumber plagued throat, croaking feeble asks for his forgiveness, to please not hate how his wife could not restrain her sinful temperament as it was your original sin and cross to bear in existence when the gods created you to be born as a woman, that you would do anything and everything to help him cleanse his being, starting from letting him use your body to expel this deplorable affliction, with each and any hole he decided to use to rid himself of his disgraceful lust.
There were many things you still didn’t quite understand about your marriage, considering the only example of a relationship you ever witnessed up close was the one between your parents, but you thought each clan had to have their own traditions, or at least that’s what you would tell yourself every time your faith even threatened to waver in front of your husband’s actions.
You wondered if your mother had to go through the same treatments as you as you stood in front of your bathroom mirror tracing the marks Ayato would leave behind on your innocent body early in the morning, in those brief moments before he woke up, the only window of time you had to think of yourself before quickly hiding the bruises underneath layers of eccentric fabrics, along with those shameful thoughts, and scurrying off to the kitchen to see if his breakfast was ready to be served.
You pondered on why exactly your beloved husband would feel the need to punish you so cruelly before the bout of doubtful thoughts got shattered by the sharp impact of the bamboo against the flesh of your ass, quickly washing away any considerations and substituting them with meek and genuine apologies for the inexcusable behaviour you were guilty of, knowing it was your place to submit and obey to your husband, and the consequences of not adhering to said conditions were to be felt and earned on your bare skin.
You constantly asked yourself was truly what the gods meant for you, every time he would choose to bend you over and empty his balls inside you, at the most random moments of the day, in any setting private enough for him to do so, uncaring if the mansion’s servants were present or not, if this was truly your greatest calling, if because of how you were born you couldn't have had any higher inspiration in life than to bear your husband’s descendants, if being used akin to a breeding cattle was your one and only purpose.
But you never voiced these complaints, always remembering the mantra that had been ingrained into your brain since you were born, you were to keep sweet and so you did. Always remaining perfectly pliant, bending and jumping over backwards to carry out each of your husband’s requests, and making sure you would deliver in the most godful way.
After all, you were born into this world just a mere woman, your private doubts were of course the seed of sin that had been planted in you by the evil polluting this world, tainting your form and impeding you from achieving the greater good and that’s what made you unworthy of being above your husband. The meddlesome hesitancy that underlined your very being was to be ignored and shoved down like a bitter pill to swallow, you were born a sinful being in your essence, tainted at birth by this cruel world, unlike your husband, who was born godly and blessed.
Who were you to go against his teachings and beliefs but a mere flawed being.
And so you didn’t. You made sure to be soft-spoken and kind mannered and kept sweet, always prim and proper for Ayato to use as he pleased, keeping your head down and never making a peep unless authorised to do so. Submitting fully to his, and by the default, the Archons’ higher design.
"Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything." - Ephesians 5:22-24
For @semisgroupie's heaven and hell collab. Very sorry it's late - writer's block is a bitch and a half. Thank you @nocturnalazura for beta reading!
Pairing: (eventual) ascended demon!Dabi x virgin female!reader
Word count: 12.1k
Warnings: light degradation, use of slut, Dabi calls reader pet, depictions of hell, mentions of heaven, Latin and partial demon summoning spells (I used a few different ones and the incantation used is not the full one so do not try this at home), Dabi is lightly based on the demon Sargatanas from the Grand Grimoire but only for the reason reader summons Dabi, pussy + (I think) ass slaps/impact play, breeding kink, daddy kink, light corruption kink, monsterfucking, size kink + belly bulge (only when Dabi's demon form shows), manga spoilers for dabi's identity, mostly unconnected to the canon storyline but kept endeavor being an shitty person and a hero, altered canon slightly for dabi's demon backstory, unprotected sex, consensual somnophilia, light blood kink, branding, rough sex, dabi's saliva in demon form acts an aphrodisiac, overstimulation, pregnancy, angst, fluff, allusion to a character death, I think that's everything but, please, let me know if I missed something. All characters are 18+ and you must be 18 or older to interact. I block minors 17 and under + ageless blogs.
FEBRUARY 13, 2022
Releasing a deep breath, you look over the list you found online during one of your many research sessions to triple check that you have everything needed on the table in front of you: towel, a glass bowl, olive oil, wine, holy water – getting that was not easy if only because you had to work up your nerve to ask for it – and white bread. For extra measure, you have ginger incense, ready to be lit in the holder, red candles, and the Latin script printed and ready to go off to the side.
As a warm glow from your fireplace coats the room, you set up the bright red candles on the edges of the table in a circle, surrounding the bowl in the center of the table on top of the towel, leaving a section open for you to work. Your heart beats fast in your chest as you nervously bite your lip, checking the time on your phone. 1:03 AM. Gulping, you pick up the lighter and light the incense then the candles.
Grabbing the paper of text you need to recite, you start the oration, “Omnipotens sempiterne deus adesto magnae pietatis tue misteriis, adesto piis Invocationibus nostris ut speculum istud quod in tuo nomine bene dicere facto.” Checking the paper again, you finish the oration and move onto the consecration as you place five drops of olive oil in rose formation in the bowl, checking again to continue reciting the words before placing five drops of oil on your thumbs, making a cross shape.
Gulping, you start the final step and repeat the sufflation before washing the bowl with the wine, holy water, and the white bread. Checking the instructions again, you throw the bowl in the fire next to you, watching as it rises and grabbing your fire extinguisher and aiming it at the fire, just in case. The warm yellows and oranges ignite into shades of blue before returning to normal, fire dying down as your shoulders slump.
“Should have figured it was a farce,” you huff as you collapse on the couch and sigh deeply. Head falling back, you look up at the ceiling before becoming restless, getting up to grab the piece of paper, eyes scanning it quickly and mumbling the instructions under your breath. Your head snaps up as the vase on top of your fireplace moves and spins.
“Hello? Are you there?” Your heart beats fast in your chest, eyes moving wildly across the room for a glimpse of who or whatever might be out there. When you receive no response, you huff again before going back to read over the instructions once more, skipping past the oration, the consecration, and the sufflation, speaking the last paragraph of Latin under your breath.
“You called for me, pet?”
Your eyes widen as you jump up from your couch, knees digging into the cushions as you turn to face the man – at least, it looks like a man – leaning on your couch, ice blue eyes glinting dangerously in the warm glow of the fire, smirk on his handsome face. Licking your lips, your eyes take in the rest of his appearance – what you can see anyway – from the fangs poking out under his lips, the metal of his nose piercing glinting in the moonlight shining through your window. Your eyes barely make out the spiky shapes of his black hair in the darkness.
“You’re real? My summoning. . . whatever it was I did worked? Are you really a demon?”
His lips curve up in a smirk, making the four studs – two on each side of the corners on his bottom lip – move with the action, “oh, I’m real, sweetheart. Name’s Dabi. What’d you summon me for?”
Your cheeks heat up as you think back to why you summoned him, eyes looking to the floor as you fiddle with the hem of your shirt. A mirthless chuckle fills the air and your eyes snap up his.
“You had to have a reason, sweetheart,” he walks the couch, plopping down on it next to you. His head lolls back, resting on the back of your couch as he faces you, “so you gonna tell me what it is or just waste my time?”
Turning around to sit on the couch, you create some distance as you stare the fire and gnaw on your lip, “I want you to have sex with me.”
“Ah, there it is,” comes his teasing voice. “Pretty little thing like you doesn’t have any mortal men to fuck you? Or is it just that you’re curious what it’s like to be with a demon?”
“Um,” you chew on your lip nervously some more, “actually, I’ve never had. . . never been with anyone. . . like that.”
“Innocent little thing, too,” moving in a flash, he’s pulling you from the couch and walking down to your bedroom, “I’m gonna have fun corrupting you. Pull all sorts of pretty little whines and moans from you.”
He drops you on your bed, body covering yours as he presses you between him and the mattress, forked tongue slithering out of his mouth as he smirks. Your heart hammers in your chest as he leans down, pressing his lips to yours. Your hands thread in his hair as you deepen the kiss, grinding against him.
Pulling away, he regards you with a mischievous look, “I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re grinding on me like a bitch in heat.”
His lips trail down your neck, sucking harshly before crawling the rest of the way down your body until he’s eye level with your cunt. Sliding his hands up your thighs, a loud rip fills the room as he grips your panties, tongue snaking out to taste them before throwing them to the floor, “delicious. But I’d rather drink it straight from the source.”
His tongue slides between your folds as you bite down on your fist, trying to keep quiet. Pulling away, he gives your cunt a harsh slap, watching in delight as it twitches around nothing, “be a good little slut for daddy and let me hear your sinful moans, pet.”
You nod your head, breathless pants falling from your mouth, as he gives back in, nose bumping against your clit as his forked tongue slides back inside you. His hands grip your hips as he pulls you closer to him, moaning into your pussy as you rock your hips on his face. Your head turns side to side with every wave of pleasure he’s bringing you, hands threading in his hair and pulling tightly.
He smirks and doubles his efforts, hands heating up on your waist as he moves your hips against him, the faint smell of singed skin reaching your nose. The pain only adds to the pleasure as your toes curl, moaning his name and gripping his hair tighter as you cum, his tongue lapping up your juices before pulling back, icy blue eyes glinting in the moonlight.
“Just as delicious as I thought you’d taste, virgin.”
Your cheeks heat up at his words, covering your face with your hands.
“No need to be shy now, pet. Not when I just had you falling apart on my tongue,” his hands slide between your thighs, smirking when you spread your legs for him instinctively. He takes his time, working two fingers into you slowly as you wince at the intrusion. He curls his fingers deeply inside you, adding a third to stretch you out for him.
“More,” you whine, rocking your hips against his hand, much to his delight.
“Greedy slut. I just made you cum and it still wasn’t enough for you?” He smirks as he adds another finger, thumb swiping at your clit.
Your head falls back as your hands grip the sheets, knuckles turning white when his fingers curl against your g-spot. Ripping moan after moan from you, he moves them faster, almost like they’re vibrating inside you.
“Be a good pet and cum again. Coat my fingers and daddy’ll reward you. Daddy will give you what you want more than anything.”
Rocking your hips against his hand, your stomach tightens as you cum around his digits, coating them in your juices. He slows the movements of his fingers as he works you down from your high, heavy pants falling from your mouth. Loosening the grip on your sheets, you watch as he pulls his fingers from you, shoving them into his mouth.
Rubbing your thighs together, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and watch as he closes his eyes when he licks his fingers clean. Your breath catches in your throat when they flash open, watching the emotion that rages in his icy blue eyes.
Lust. Desire. Danger.
Crawling up your body, his hands slide under your shirt before pulling it over your head. He stands back to admire the view, fangs glinting in the moonlight as he removes his own clothes. Stroking his hardened dick, he smirks as you lift up to rest on your elbows, eyes widening as they fall to his large, veiny cock. You lick your lips as you watch him moving his hand up and down, entranced in his movements.
Rising to your knees, you crawl towards him until you’re kneeling in front of him, nervously chewing on your lip as you look up at him with doe eyes. Your hand replaces his and you bring your mouth closer to his cock, nervousness and uncertainty present in your eyes.
His thumb rubs your cheek, tilting your head up to look at him, “don’t worry, pet. I’ll train you how to suck my cock in time. But, for now,” he moves in a flash, pressing you between his body and the mattress, heavy cock resting against your thigh as he settles between your legs, “I’m gonna claim this virgin cunt as mine.”
You gulp as his cock rubs against your folds, head lining up with them before he pushes in slowly as you freeze at the intrusion. His fingers rub your thighs to distract you, pushing his cock further into you as you relax. A smirk makes its way on his face before his lips claim yours, swallowing your scream as he slams into you, tears running down your cheeks.
His hips still, pressed flush against yours, to let you adjust until you nod. He pulls out until just the tip remains before thrusting back in harshly, triangular nails digging into your thighs, drawing blood, “your cunt is sucking me in. You were fucking made to take me, huh?”
Wrapping your legs around his waist, your heels dig against his cheeks as you roll your hips against his, trying to get him deeper, closer. Hand falling to his forearms, your head falls back, exposing your neck to him, as he bullies his cock into you, balls slapping your ass as your toes curl.
Resting his arms under your thighs, he rocks you both as he places them over his shoulders and pushes them to your chest. Loud moans fall from your mouth and your eyes whirl as he picks up speed, your headboard banging against the wall. Bringing a hand to your clit, he rubs harsh circles as more juices coat his cock, a circle of white forming at the base.
“That’s my good pet, soaking my cock with your desperate, virgin cunt,” he angles his hips and you see stars as he moves his fingers faster, digging your fingers into him deeper. His hand grips your chin, forcing you to look at his mesmerizing, icy blue eyes as he shoves his fingers into your mouth, “fucking cum for me.”
You scream around his fingers as you rock your hips against him faster, stomach tightening until you cum hard, coating his cock in your juices. Your arms fall on the bed as your spent body goes limp and he continues to fuck into you for his own pleasure. His cock twitches inside you as he bites down hard on your shoulder, blood filling his mouth, as he cums, painting your walls white and collapsing on top of you.
Soft light filters through the window as you wake, alone in your bed. ‘Nothing new there,’ you think to yourself as you sit up, thighs screaming in pain and the thin sheet you were covered falls, exposing your bare breast to the empty room. ‘That’s completely new.’
Your eyes widen as there’s a painful throbbing between your legs and memories of last night flash in your mind, heat rising to your cheeks as the sides of your lips curl up, “that really happened. It wasn’t a dream.”
Swinging your feet over the side of your bed, you slowly walk to your bathroom, ignoring the burning between your legs as you start the shower. The sound of running water fills the room as you look at yourself in the mirror, eyes raking over your bare body as you take in the damage of last night. Dried blood marks your neck where Dabi bit you as well as on your thighs where his claws dug into them.
Your tongue rakes over your swollen and bruised lips as you continue taking in the differences of how you look and the smile makes its way back to your face. Steam fills the room and you enter the shower, quickly washing off the remnants from last night and shutting off the shower before wrapping a towel around your body.
Getting dressed after your shower, you quickly change your sheets, throwing the dirty ones in the wash before walking into your kitchen. Passing by the island to your fridge, your eyes fall on a sheet of paper. Tilting your head to the side, you pick it up and your heart beats faster in your chest.
“Call for me again soon, my pet. I’m not done with you yet.”
At the bottom of the note is Dabi’s signature, left in a flourish script, and you hold it to your chest, excited at the thought of seeing him again.
10:23 PM, MARCH 21ST
Sweaty bodies press against each other as you roll your hips against Dabi’s, panting breathlessly in his ear as your fingers grip his shoulders. It took you a month before you had the guts to summon him again but it took no time at all for clothes to be strewn across your living room and his hands to be gripping your hips. Lifting your head to look at him, moonlight glints on his shark bite piercings and his fangs as his lips curl up in a smirk.
“Already so desperate for my cock, pet?” His hand comes down hard on your ass, making it jiggle as the scent of singed skin reaches your nose, too blissed out as you continue to move on top of him to care, “All it took was one time for you to become a dirty cock slut?”
White rings form the base of his dick as you raise to your knees to thrust faster against him, clenching tighter when his claws dig into your lower back, pain and pleasure mixing in a cocktail of senses, “Dabi!”
“Scream more for me,” he whispers in your ear as he angles his hips, planting his feet on the floor to thrust up into you harder, deeper. Your head whirls and your eyes roll back in your head as the vein on the side of his cock rubs along your g-spot, stars flooding your vision as your toes curl.
Digging your nails into his shoulders, your stomach tightens until the coil snaps and you cum over his cock, coating it in your juices. Panting heavily, you fall against him as he continues to fuck up into you, a warmth filling you as he shoots his hot cum inside you, moaning your name in your ear.
Retracting your nails from his shoulders, you bite your lip and hesitantly speak up, “will you be here when I wake up?”
“I’ll be here until you fall asleep but I don’t spend the night with my pretty, little pets,” his fingers grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Got it?”
“Yeah, got it,” you say sullenly as you try to ignore the fluttering in your heart before lifting off him and climbing down his body, the idea to keep him here for longer popping in your head. Gripping his length in your hand and hovering over him, a string of saliva falls from your mouth to his cock before you move your hand up and down.
His cock twitches in your hand as it starts to harden again and you look up at him through hooded eyes, demure tone contrasting your sinful words, “could you teach me how to suck your cock tonight, then? You said you would.” You look up at him with pleading eyes.
Resting his arms on the back of your couch, he spreads his legs for you to kneel between them, “well, since you asked so nicely. . . try it for yourself and I’ll correct you as needed, pet.”
As your hand moves up and down his length, you tentatively give the tip kitten licks before taking the head in your mouth, salty pre-cum coating your taste buds. Swirling your tongue around the tip, you hollow your cheeks and move further down until your nose is pressed against his lower abs, hairs at the base tickling your nose slightly.
His groan fills the room as his fingers rest on the back of your head, ready to guide your movements if needed, “you’re so good for me, pet. Asked me to teach you how to suck cock but that was all just a ruse, wasn’t it?”
You look up at him with doe eyes, bobbing your head up and down as you bring your hand up. Massaging his balls, pride swells in your chest as he bucks his hips up against you, spit and pre-cum falling from the corners of your mouth. Relaxing your throat, you press yourself against his base more, feeling his cock hit the back of your throat and making his hips stutter.
His fingers tighten on your head as he moans lowly, keeping your head in place as he bucks into your mouth, balls slapping against your chin with every thrust. Increasing the grip on his balls, you continue to bob your head up and down until he pulls you from his cock. He grips your chin as you look at him, confusion swimming in your eyes.
His hand slides down to your cunt, sinking in three fingers, and smirking when you gasp, “not to worry, pet. You did so good for me.” His fingers trail your cheek softly before moving lower to knead your ass, “So good that I want to breed your pretty pussy again.”
Removing his fingers from you, he lifts you up to sink his cock into you and lays you on your coffee table. His knees dig into the floor as he pulls you towards him, nails digging into your ass as he thrusts into you harshly. Your toes curl as they rest on his shoulders, pain and pleasure mixing in a cocktail of senses. Rocking your hips to meet his, you bring your hand down to rub harsh circles on your clit, moaning and tossing your head side to side as he fucks into you.
“Did. . . oh, my God. . . did you get bigger?”
He smirks as he increases the pace of his thrusts, angling his hips as the tip of his cock hits your cervix, “Are you surprised? I’m a demon, after all. This isn’t even my true form.”
Your free hand moves to his forearm, nails digging in as your hand moves faster, eyes rolling into your head as your toes curl, cumming on his cock for the second time in just a matter of minutes. Planting his feet on the ground, he grips your waist and bullies his cock into your cunt harder, chasing his own high. His hips stutter and his cock twitches as he cums with a roar, painting your walls white, before collapsing on top of you.
Loosening your nails from his arms, your chest heaves as you catch your breath, “um. . . you can put my legs down now.”
“And what if I don’t want to? What if I like where they and you are?” Mischief dances in his icy blue eyes as a smirk forms on his face and you push on his shoulders.
“Come on. You may not need to eat but I do,” just as you finish the sentence, your stomach grumbles, accentuating your point. “You know, if you stayed, you could be exactly where you are more often.”
Lowering your legs and pulling out of you, he leans back against your couch, “now that’s a tempting offer, pet. But, eventually, you’ll need to sleep, too, and, then, what would I do with my time?”
You get up before freezing in your tracks, heart breaking into a sprint at the thought that he might leave as soon as you fall asleep. Desperate to keep him around longer, you say the first that comes to your mind, heat rushing to your cheeks as you bite your lip and head into the kitchen, “well . . . I . . . may not be . . . completely against. . . certain activities, then.”
His forked tongue slithers out as he smirks, licking his lips before getting up to wrap his arms around your waist and presses his lips to your ear, “I had no idea you were this dirty, pet. Wanting daddy to fuck you while you’re sound asleep.” Backing away, he smacks your ass, smirking when you jump and rub your legs together from the action, “you’ve convinced me, pet. I’ll stay the night.”
The corners of your lips turn up in success as you continue to your kitchen, looking in your fridge for what to make. Eyes falling on some leftovers, you quickly pop it in the microwave to reheat it. Walking back into the living room, you grab Dabi’s shirt and slide it over your head as the microwave goes off.
Grabbing your food, you plop down on the couch next to Dabi, shoving a bite in your mouth and swallowing, “so what’s it like – being a demon? Were you always a demon or did you, like, make a deal and die young?”
“You sure have a lot of questions,” he raises a brow, watching you in amusement.
“I’m curious. Sue me. You gonna answer them or not?” Noodles hang from your mouth as you look at him curiously before slurping them up.
“Mmm, nope. Don’t think I will.”
An exasperated gasp falls from your lips as you shove more noodles in your mouth, sitting in silence until it becomes unbearable. Leaning forward, you grab the remote and turn on the news. A construction site fills the screen before CEO Todoroki Enji fills the screen, his booming voice answering the question from the off-screen interviewer. Out of the corner of your eye, Dabi balls his hand into a fist before the screen goes black.
“Fine. You get five questions.”
“Deal! So were you always a demon?”
“No. Believe it or not, I was actually a human once upon a time.”
Your mouth drops open in shock at the words, “then how did you become a demon?”
“Well, for starters, I died. I was about 13 when a fire broke out at my family home. A demon found me, offered 10 more years and getting away from them in exchange for my soul. I agreed and he spent those ten years, teaching me all about the lore and history of demons so I could decide which one to be when the ten years was up.”
“How long ago did you become a demon?”
“In human years or demon years?”
“Does time move differently in . . .” you trail off as you shove the last of the noodles in your mouth, leaning forward to put the container on your coffee table.
“Hell. And yes, it does. A month could pass here and years would pass there. There’s also the benefit that we can be summoned to any time period as long as we don’t cross our younger self. Or we can visit any time period without being summoned but it’s . . . harder to narrow down.”
“Then both! I want to know how long it was in both human and demon years.”
“Human years? About 2. Demon years? A couple hundred, give or take,” his sharp eyes focus on you. “Last question – make it good.”
“Okay, um,” you rub your hands together and lace your fingers together as you think before moving to sit cross-legged on your couch, “got it! Can demons fall in love?”
“It’s . . . rare but not unheard of. Usually never ends well, especially if the other party is a human.”
Pulling your knees to your chest, your eyes fall to the floor, trying to ignore the crack forming in your heart, “Oh. I see.” You shake your head and stand up, heading to the kitchen to put your dishes in your dishwater before turning back to him and smiling brightly, “um, I know you said five questions but, if I can have a sixth, are you coming to bed with me?”
Smiling softly, he stares at you for a moment, ignoring the pang in his heart as the soft moonlight forming around your head like a halo. He shakes his head and gets up, jumping over the back of the couch. Your laughs fill the air as he rushes toward you, throwing you over his shoulder as he races down the hall.
“I believe you mentioned I could remain buried between your thighs, did you not?” He asks as he lays you on your bed, lifting his shirt off you and tossing it to the floor, and climbs on top of you.
Looking up at him, you rest your forearms on his shoulders, “I did say something like that.” You giggle as his cock stirs, resting against your thigh. A yawn falls from your lips as exhaustion seeps into your bones. “Just . . . maybe later?”
“Oh, pet, I have so much to teach you,” his fingers dance along your folds, smirking when you instinctively part your legs for him. “I can be buried in your pretty cunt without having to fuck you.”
Quickly turning you onto your side, he presses his body against your back, hiking your leg up slightly as he lines his length up with your folds and burying himself deep inside you, “now I can keep my cum inside you as you sleep, pet.”
Another yawn escapes your mouth before sleep overtakes you, Dabi’s warm body pressed flush against yours.
3:48 AM, MARCH 22, 2022
Your headboard bangs against your wall as Dabi rocks your sleeping form with his harsh thrusts, balls slapping your ass every time he slams back in. Throwing your legs over his shoulders, he pants in your ear, smirking when a moan falls from your lips. He pounds into you harder when your hips roll against his unconsciously.
“Dirty little slut, fucking yourself on my cock even when you’re fast asleep. Who knew you’d be such a cock slut in such a short time?”
Wiping the sleep from your eyes as you wake, your tired groan turns into a moan as he snaps his hips against yours, “Dabi! Wh-what’s happening?”
“Don’t you remember, pet? You said you wanted me to fuck you while you sleep. I’m just giving you what you wanted,” he accentuates the words with another thrust, smirking when you clench around him tighter.
Your hands fly to his hair, gripping it tightly as you rock your hips against his breathless pants coming from your mouth, “Dabi! So big, so deep.” Moans fall from your mouth as he increases the speed of his thrusts, tip kissing your cervix, making your eyes whirl back in your head.
Angling his hips, he rocks the both of you faster, balls slapping your ass. Your toes curl as you place your hands on your headboard to thrust your hips against his, “harder! Please, daddy!”
“Hold on tight, pet,” looking at you through hooded eyes, his hands grip your headboard, pulling out until just the tip remains before slamming back in, ripping moans from the both of you. His knuckles turn white as the bed creaks from the force of his thrusts, the wood of your headboard beginning to crack and splinter from his grip.
“G-gonna cum!” You barely get out as your eyes roll back in your head, a white circle forming at the base of his cock.
He brings a hand to your clit to rub harsh circles, groaning as you suck him back in with every thrust, “go ahead and cream on my cock, pet.”
Mouth falling open in an O, your hands grip the headboard tighter as you cum, coating his cock in your juices. His hands grip your hips, talons digging in as he uses you for his own pleasure, thrusting harshly into you. His hips stutter as he roars your name, balls twitching as they empty inside you, painting your walls white, before collapsing on top of you.
After a few moments, he lifts up to rest on his forearms, looking at you softly in the moonlight. His hand cups your cheek and he presses a kiss to your forehead before he realizes what he’s doing, “you look so beautiful like this, moonlight falling on you.”
Your heart warms in your chest as it picks up speed, soft smile on your face before pressing your lips to his softly in response. Playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, you enjoy the moment before he pulls out of you and lays flat on his back, pulling you to him. As your head rests on his chest, your eyes shut and sleep overtakes you, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist.
1:18 PM, APRIL 11, 2022
Arms snake around your waist as you stir the pot of boiling noodles, causing you to shriek and whirl around, smacking him with the wooden spoon in your hand.
“Ouch. Thanks for the warm welcome, pet,” He rubs his chin where the spoon hit.
“Sorry, but you surprised me.” Placing your spoon on top of the pot, you turn around to see Dabi behind you and smile brightly, “what are you doing here? I didn’t do the summoning spell.”
“Can’t I visit my best girl?” He pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I missed you, babe.” Pulling back, he gives your ass a light tap, smirk on his face as your hands rest on his arms.
“How sweet. I missed you, too,” you peck his lips lightly, your eyes roaming up and down his body to take him in. Moving your hands to his hair, you ruffle it as a laugh bubbles from your lips, “did you dye your hair? The tips are white.” You tilt your head curiously, “can demons even dye their hair?”
“Demons can’t dye their hair,” his hand moves to his hair, surprise coloring his features. “The tips are white?” He turns and walks into your bathroom with you following close behind, looking in the mirror. His ice blue eyes take in his features from his piercings all the way to his mostly black hair, eyes widening as they take in the white tips.
“Everything okay?” You ask, leaning against the doorway.
“Yeah, perfect. Everything is fine,” his hand runs through his hair again. “Just it’s not common for a demon's hair to change colors. Funny thing is my hair was red before I became a demon.”
“Your hair wasn’t always black? I bet you looked handsome with red hair,” you walk over to him, lifting onto your toes to kiss his cheek before turning and walking back to your kitchen.
The corners of his lips pull up as he chases after you down the hall, throwing you over your shoulder.
“Dabi! I have the oven on!” Your joyful shrieks fill the air as he enters the living room, dropping you off on the couch before heading to your kitchen. Turning off the burner, he walks back into the living room, jumping over the back of your couch to climb on top of you.
“Problem solved. Now it’s off,” his hands cup your face, kissing you sweetly, before pulling back to look at you. “You’re so beautiful,” his thumb runs down the middle of your bottom lip, his heart beating fast in his chest.
Running your fingers through his hair, you wrap your legs around his waist as you smile softly at him, “my noodles are gonna get both soggy and clumpy, Dabi.” A faux pout forms on your lips.
“Call me Touya.”
“What?” You pull back slightly, confusion on your face.
“Call me Touya. It’s my actual name. Dabi is my demon name.”
Smiling softly, you press your lips to his, “okay.” You agree before teasing him, “So, Touya, what are you going to do about my noodles?”
“I’ll get you food later to make up for it,” shaking his head, a chuckle falls from his lips as he speaks before his lips fall to your neck, trailing kisses down to your collarbone and pulling your shirt down to give him more access. “Right now, I need to have you.”
Your laughter fills the air at his actions, “horn dog.”
“Maybe so but I’m your horn dog.”
“Lucky me,” you tease, moaning as you grind against him. “Well, if you have to have me, I suppose lunch can wait.”
“Good girl,” his lips claim yours again as he lifts your shirt over your head and throws it on the floor.
Jagged, gray rocks line the walls, matching the gray flooring as the smell of sulfur fills the air. Shigaraki, Kurogiri and Spinner stand off to the side as various demons come through the gate, walking past to get to their various abodes. Shigaraki narrows his eyes, waiting for Dabi to come through before huffing and walking off to the hellfire lounge. Kurogiri and Spinner follow after him, joining Shigaraki in the booth he claimed.
Fire shoots up the walls, adding to the comforting heat, as a magenta skinned demon walks up, waving her hand to make three drinks appear before walking off.
Shigaraki taps his fingers on the table before snatching the drink, taking a long sip, “so which pathetic human did Dabi run off to see today?”
“Dunno but word on the street is he’s been sneaking off without being summoned,” Spinner licks his lips before smirking, green scales turning up around his mouth. “A l/n y/n. And there’s been no summoning spell from her – or anyone –registered when he sneaks off.”
“So dear old Dabi got attached,” Shigaraki slams his glass down, lips turning up in an evil smile. “Interesting, considering he said he’d never fall in love with anyone. Even more so with a ‘lowly human.’ He better come to his senses soon, if he really does care for her,” he takes a sip of his drink, placing it on the table again. “We all know what happens to humans that fall in love with a demon. Sooner or later, they turn to dust,” he says, all fingers touching his glass as it disintegrates in his hand.
Kurogiri’s black flames flow behind him, “Shigaraki, stop threatening every human just because you think they’re below you. Without humans, we wouldn’t have any souls to collect, no purpose to fulfill.”
A growl sounds from Shigaraki’s mouth as his lips curl in disgust as a response while Dabi balls his hand into a fist, pressing his back harder against the jagged wall just outside the lounge as he listens in. Not wanting to hear anymore, he kicks off the wall and stalks to his room, blue flames licking at his hands.
2:23 AM, MAY 3, 2022
Dabi is getting really tired of your name from Shigaraki’s mouth. All Shigaraki’s been doing lately is making not-so-veiled threats and all because he was stupid enough to fall in love with a human. Flames lick at his hands as he balls them into a fist and storms away from Shigaraki’s favorite hangout, heading to the portal to Earth. Walking through the red flames, he pictures you, his lips turning up in a smile and, suddenly, he’s walking into your living room.
Dabi walks through the doorway to your bedroom, crouching by your bed to gently shake you awake. A groan falls from your mouth as you stir, lifting up on your forearms to look at him.
“Touya?” You rub the sleep from your eyes. “What are you doing here?”
“I missed you. I wanted to see you,” he leans forward to kiss you, crawling onto your bed and pressing you between the mattress and his body, slotting a thigh between your legs.
You smile into the kiss before pulling back, gnawing on your lip nervously as you glance up at him, heart beating fast.
His thumb pulls your lip free as he pulls back, taking you in, “what’s wrong?”
“You trust me, right?”
“Yeah, of course I trust you. You’re my girl, right?”
Smiling softly as your heart warms in your chest, you nod, “yeah. I’m your girl.”
“What brought this on, love?”
“Well. . . I was wondering. . .” you trail off, biting your lip again, “could I see you in your demon form?”
His heart beats rapidly as he rolls onto his back, sliding his fingers through yours, “promise you won’t get scared or think of me differently?”
“I promise. Nothing you could do would ever scare me or make me think of you differently,” you roll onto your side, head resting in the palm of your hand, to smile reassuringly at him.
He cups your cheek, thumb rubbing it softly, pressing his lips to yours as he quickly gets up and stands at the foot of your bed, shedding his clothes, “okay, then. I’ll show you.”
Moving to your back, you rest on your forearms, raising your brow, “was there a reason you had to get naked first or was it just for kicks?” You tease, slick forming between your legs as you fight the urge to rub your thighs together.
“Don’t be horny – my demon form is a lot. . . bigger and larger. I don’t need the only pair of clothes I have here to be destroyed.”
Grabbing one of your pillows, you toss it at him, “I am not being horny.”
“Love, I can smell how turned on you are from here. Do you want to see my demon form or are you going to keep distracting me?”
Heat rushes to your cheeks at his words, nodding shyly as you watch him intently.
Closing his eyes in concentration, he lets out a deep breath as he feels power and fire course through his veins. Mouth dropping open in shock, you hold your breath as you watch his 5’9” frame expand to 10’. Purple burns coat his giant, muscled arms and thighs as two large, curled horns grow from his forehead. The same purple burns form on his neck and under his eyes, contrasting in a beautiful pain with the soft porcelain of his skin in the moonlight. A long tail, the base matching the translucent, milky white of his skin to the pointed tip turning to the purple of his burns, meeting in the middle in an ombré pops up behind his wide back. His icy blue eyes with black irises watch as yours roam up and down his body, mouth dropping open wide as they land on his 15” inch cock, so much wider and thicker in girth, with black veins running down the sides, causing you to rub your thighs together as more slick pools between your legs.
Moving to your knees, you crawl down the bed, looking up at him, “can I . . . can I . . .” you trail off, unsure of where to even start.
His lips curve up in a smirk, shark bite piercings glinting against the purple skin, “can you what, pet?” He teases.
“Can I touch you?”
His hand comes up to cup your cheek, the tips of his talons pressing lightly against the back of your head, “of course you can. I’m all yours.”
Nodding your head, a shaky breath falls from your lips as you tentatively reach a hand out, running your fingers over his scarred abs. Trailing your hand down, you get to his cock, wrapping your hand around it as best you can, unable to make it even halfway around. A groan falls from his lips as your other hand joins in gripping his cock. Moving your hands up and down, you watch transfixed as a white bead of pre-cum leaks from the tip.
Leaning forward, you pull one of his balls into your mouth, sucking harshly on it as you continue to pump his cock, his head falling back in pleasure, until he pulls back.
“What’s wrong? Does it not feel good?”
“No! It feels amazing . . . but I want to make you feel good so I can be buried inside you,” his forked tongue snakes out as he lays you back on the bed, falling to his knees. “I’m about to have the best meal,” he smirks before lowering his lips to your clit, tongue running along the inside of your folds, his saliva mixing with your juices.
Moans fall from your mouth as your skin feels like it’s on fire, hands gripping the sheets, “wha-what’s the feeling? Why do I feel so hot?”
“Heh, that was fast. My saliva acts as an aphrodisiac in this form. So you can feel nothing but pleasure,” he says as he pulls back and smirks, your juices coating his face.
A wave of pleasure shoots through you, making you grip the sheets tighter, “o-oh! Touya! Please! I-I can’t – I, I need . . .” whines fall from your mouth as more pleasure crawls up your body, needing some stimulation for relief as you rock your hips against nothing.
Attaching his lips to your clit again, he sucks harshly and curls three fingers inside you. A breathless gasp falls from your lips as your toes curl, stomach tightening as you cum on his tongue. He moans into your walls, moving his fingers faster as your thighs shake, “t-too much!”
Ripping his fingers from you, icy blue eyes narrow in a glare as he smacks your cunt, smirking when it clenches around nothing, “I decide when it’s enough, pet. Understand?”
He delivers another harsh slap when you don’t answer, making you gasp and nod your head fast.
“Good girl,” shoving his fingers back inside you, you fist your sheets again, knuckles straining from the grip, and your head turns from side to side as heat creeps up your body, your chest heaving as he moves up your body, lips attaching to your breast, his tongue curling around your nipple. Falling apart on his fingers again, you shout out his name and move your hands to thread in his half white, half black hair, pulling on it.
You’re not sure how much time passes when he finally pulls his fingers from between your legs, thighs shaking from so many orgasms you’ve lost count. As he settles between your legs, his thick cock pulses against your thigh, his pre-cum adding to the mess coating them.
“You’ve got one more for me, don’t you, pet? Just one more so I can breed your pretty pussy?”
You nod your head weakly as he lines the tip of his cock up with your folds, sinking in slowly until he bottoms out. Lifting your head, you gasp as his tip kisses your cervix, his cock poking through your stomach, bringing your hand up to trail your fingers along the outline.
Your pussy flutters around his cock as you press down on your stomach, “oh, my God. You’re . . . so big, daddy.”
“Yeah? Love my demon cock stretching you out?” He pulls his hips back before slamming back in, hands gripping your thighs as blue flames form on his hands, the scent of singed skin filling the air.
Pants and gasps fall from your lips as you clench around him, juices coating his cock from the pain turning to pleasure. Rocking your hips weakly against his, his pubic bone rubs against your clit, making your thighs shake, “Touya! Oh, god! Mark me as yours again,” you plead, hands gripping his as you place them on your hips.
“Dirty slut,” he grins, angling his hips and making your eyes whirl in your head, as he heats up his hands again. Moving to wrap your legs around his waist and holding them there, he rocks you both with the force of his thrusts, his frame towering over yours. Your eyes whirl and your toes curl as you have your nth orgasm of the night, soaking his cock in your juices. Looking at you through hooded eyes, he increases the pace of his thrusts, using you for his own pleasure until his hips stutter, balls twitching as he cums with a loud roar, his cum shooting deep inside you.
Pulling out of you, he shifts back to his human form and presses his lips to yours, “I can’t believe you really trusted me that much.”
Turning your head to face him, you smile softly at him, “why wouldn’t I?” You bite your lip nervously before steeling yourself and saying the words that have been bubbling to the surface for months now, “I love you, Touya.” Exhaustion seeps in your bones as you yawn, curling up next to him as you fall asleep with a happy smile on your face.
10:36 AM, MAY 4TH
Chirping birds fill the air as sunlight streams through your curtains. Happy smile on your face, you groan and stretch as you wake, lower half of your body burning from the early morning activities. Your arm falls on your bed, searching for Dabi’s body next to you, frowning when it meets nothing but cold sheets. Sitting up quickly, you turn your head to find his side of the bed not just empty but made.
A crease forms between your eyes as you furrow your brow, swinging your legs over the bed and ignoring the pain shooting through your thighs as you get up, throwing on your discard tank and shorts from last night, and pad down the hall to your empty kitchen and living room. A grumbling from your stomach reaches your ears as you frown, walking into your kitchen. A sheet of white on your counter catches the corner of your eye as you pass it on your way to the fridge, stopping to touch the corner with your fingers.
Flipping it over, your eyes move quickly over the words, heart shattering as tears form.
Thanks for the good fucks, pet, but I’m bored. Was nice while it lasted, though.
Sobs overtake you as you fall to your knees, pulling them against your chest, heart broken into a million pieces. Rocking back and forth, you cry as the sky changes colors until the sky darkens and your sobs dry, sniffling against your cabinets in the dark.
“I’m such an idiot. How could I think he ever loved me?” Wiping your eyes with the palm of your hand, you stretch your legs out in front of you to get the feeling back in them as you think back to your time with him. The soft touches, the times he visited without being summoned and without sex, the way he’d softly cup your face or press a kiss to your cheek. The times he’d spent countless afternoons just staying on your couch, massaging your calves as you watched some trashy reality TV show.
‘No,’ you think to yourself as you wiggle your toes, ‘he’s lying. Something happened to make him react like that. And I’m gonna find out what.’
2:18 PM, MAY 25, 2022
Three weeks. Three weeks since you last saw or heard from Dabi. Three weeks since you’ve tried summoning him every day, just for it to go ignored. Three weeks since you last slept with him. Three weeks since your last period. Wiping your eyes and sniffling, you sit on top of your toilet, taking deep breaths as you wait for the timer to go off.
A shaky sob falls from your lips as the timer on your phone goes off and you silence it. Biting your lip, you pick up the test with shaking hands. A sob falls from your lips as you pick up the next one and the next one, tears falling down your face and turning the three positive pregnancy tests into blurs. Shaking your head and wiping your eyes again, you toss the tests in the trash and walk out of your bathroom.
As you sit on your couch, staring at nothing, your mind moves a mile a minute to try and process. Unconsciously resting your hands on your stomach, you feel a little flutter and your world shifts.
“I’m gonna have a baby. I’m gonna be a mom.”
Grabbing your laptop, you shove the fear trying to work its way into your brain to the side and start making plans to move onto the next chapter of your life. Starting with moving on from Touya and finding a place that has absolutely no memories of him.
1:03 AM, MAY 26th
Dabi paces in his room nervously, waiting for the pull of your summoning spell. Every day around this time for the past three weeks, he’s been ignoring every attempt you’ve made to see him again. Resisting going to see you and resisting giving into the summoning spell is one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do, especially when it’s all he wants to do. No matter what he’s done, he can’t forget you and it wasn’t until yesterday that he realized he didn’t want to. That he wants to be with you, that he loves you.
Which led to the choice to answer your next summoning spell. So he waits. . . and waits and waits. He lets out a frustrated growl as hours pass with no contact from you. Falling back on his bed, he rubs his hand over his face and groans. ‘Why did I have to be an asshole and fuck up the best thing that ever happened to me?’
Weeks pass and, every night at 1:03 am, he paces in his room for a summoning that never comes. Every night since you stopped attempting to summon him has made him go crazy with worry, hoping you’ll just do the summoning spell one more time. When it doesn’t come for the nth night in a row, he growls and storms out of his room to the fire-y gate, heart beating fast as he walks through it, thinking of nothing but you. The portal opens to your living room. . . or what should be your living room, anyway. Gone are the pictures you had on the wall, gone is the couch he spent so many nights on, gone is the coffee table he fucked you on.
Whirling around, he comes face to face with your kitchen, looking exactly as it did the last time he saw it. . . except for the magnets that adorned your fridge and the calendar of sexy firemen you had hanging on the wall next to the notepad you kept for the phone. Racing through your apartment, every trace of you is gone, like you never existed, like you were never here. Stopping in the hallway, he stares at the pictures that replaced yours, heart shattering when he sees a middle-aged man with black hair staring back at him. Tired of seeing anyone but you staring back at him, he slams his balled fist into the frame, shattering the glass.
“What? Did I get the wrong year or something?” He runs into the kitchen, looking at the boring black and white photography calendar and quickly checking the date, “no, it’s definitely August 8th, 2022.”
Crumpling the calendar in his hand and dropping it to the floor, his heart drops into his stomach at the realization that you left. He broke you so badly that he made you leave every trace of him, taking away every trace of you. He did this. He caused this. He has to make it right. He has to get you back.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” A deep voice calls out as footsteps start to pad down the hall.
Growling lowly, Dabi quickly opens a portal and walks through it. Sulfur makes its way to his nose as he’s greeted by the dull gray of the jagged rocks. Stomping towards his room, he pauses as he hears the voices of Shigaraki and Kurogiri.
“Kurogiri, any news on the whereabouts of Dabi’s favorite pet?”
“Nothing yet. Even through the most magical of means, locating his paramour has proved impossible.”
A growl comes from Shigaraki’s mouth as glass shatters, “keep searching. As soon as that pesky human is found, we move. Been a while since I’ve had a delicious meal.”
Curling his hand into a fist, Dabi growls lowly and storms to his room, determined to find you before Shigaraki and keep you safe. Kicking his door shut, a flash of white shows in his mirror as he passes it before walking back to it, staring at himself, staring at his mostly white hair and black roots.
He runs his hand through his hair, “what the fuck is going on with my hair?” He shakes his head, hand slamming against the mirror, “I don’t have time to worry about this. I have more important things to do. I just don’t know how to find her.” He groans and falls face down on his bed.
3:38 AM, NOVEMBER 17, 2022
“Please work,” Dabi takes a deep breath before setting fire to the items in the small bowl before repeating the incantation. Fire roars in front of his face as he closes his eyes and thinks of you, concentrating hard until he can pinpoint a location. Various parts of the world flash quickly behind his lids, eyes moving fast until it stops on a house with a wrought iron fence, gray brick exterior, and a blue door.
Moving past the front door and address, he sees you, exactly as he last saw you, unpacking boxes. His eyes snap open as his lips tug up in a smile, “finally. I just hope Shigaraki hasn’t found you, pet.” Dabi throws on his coat, quietly and quickly making his way to the portal to not tip off Shigaraki and steps through the portal, entering the mortal realm.
SAME TIME, YOUR POV
Moonlight coats the room of your apartment as Dabi appears in front of you. Smiling up at him, you pat the spot next to you on your couch.
“You’re late today,” you say to him casually as the couch dips next to you, Dabi slinging his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer.
His lips press to the side of your head, “sorry, love. I wanted to get here sooner but duty calls, you know?”
“Yeah, I know,” you let out a deep sigh as you curl against him, tucking your legs under you. “I just wish you could have been here sooner. I missed you, you know.”
“I missed you, too, love. I’m here now and I’m all yours,” he smiles softly at you. “So what do you want to do?”
Turning your head, you smirk up at him, “well, I have a few ideas. Ideas that happen to involve you, me, and my bed.”
“Oh, really?” He raises a brow as he matches your smirk, “guess you better show me what those ideas are.” He quickly stands, throwing you over his shoulder and walks down the hall, your laughter filling the air.
Gasping with a light layer of sweat covering your body, you wake with a start as the dream plays vividly in your mind. Breathing heavily as tears fall from your eyes, you shake your head and wipe the tears away, trying to dispel the memories of Touya that have been invading your dreams since you refused to think of him when you were awake. Every night for the last seven months, you’ve been dreaming of nothing but him. Every night for the past seven months, you’ve woken up in a sweat and gasping for breath as tears fall down your face.
Swinging your legs to the side of your bed, your feet touch the floor as you stand, “water. Water would be good, right, baby?” Your hand rests on your bump as your feet pad the floor, waddling down the hall to your kitchen. Grabbing a glass from your cabinet, you walk over to your fridge and place it under the dispenser, watching as it slowly fills up.
As you bring the glass to your lips, all too familiar hands – hands that you hadn’t felt in months – caress your arms, causing you to let out a gasp. The sensation disappears and you shake your head to rid yourself of it, taking another sip as the hands touch your arms again. This time, they’re followed by a faint call of your name, eliciting another gasp and tears block your vision, the glass slipping out of your hand.
A faint ‘shit’ is covered by the sound of glass shattering, snapping you out of your living dream. At least, that’s what you believe it is, refusing to think it could be anything else. Grabbing a towel, you rest it on the floor to try and soak up some of the water before getting the broom and dustpan. Carefully picking up the towel, you rest it on the counter and sweep up the glass, throwing the shards away before cleaning up the rest of the mess and waddling to your bedroom, tossing the towel in the laundry room hamper on the way.
Your reflection catches you out of the corner of your eye and you turn to look at yourself in the mirror, smoothing your hand over your bump, the bright red letters of your alarm clock reading 4 am. You wipe the tears from your eyes before looking for any trace of Touya, “I’m better than loving a man who can’t love back. So why can’t I forget when it was magic?” You shake your head, trying to dispel the thoughts and memories of him from it.
“It’s just a dream. A figment of my imagination. He’s not real. He’s not here,” your face falls as you say the words to yourself, melancholy and heartbreak seeping into your bones. A broken chuckle falls from your lips as your baby kicks, “come on, baby. I had to do it. Running was. . . the bravest thing I ever did.”
Tears form again as you sniffle, wiping your nose, “but, God, do I wish he was a better man. Wish he was here cause I miss him so much.”
“Then turn around, pet.”
Your breath catches in your throat as heat clings to your back, his fingertips ghosting down your arm to your hand, grabbing it and lacing your fingers together. Shutting your eyes tightly, the words are barely above a whisper, “what are you doing here?”
“. . . I came to protect you. You’re not safe here,” his lips touch your ear, breath fanning against it as he continues to speak. “A demon – his name is Shigaraki – is after you. Looks like now I know why,” his eyes fall on your bump and you wrap your arms around it protectively, turning fast on your heel to glare at him.
“What does he want with me? With my baby? We don’t even know him!”
“He doesn’t care about that. A child between a human and a demon. . . well, it’s unheard of it so I can’t exactly say it’s forbidden but, well, I’ll avoid the details so let’s just leave it at it’s not pretty.”
Your glare worsens as you cross your arms over your chest, “well, thanks for the warning. I can handle it, now that I know.”
Touya opens his mouth to speak as a gravelly voice fills the room, “oh, well, I don’t know about that, human.” The last word is ground out as Touya moves in front of you, forming a protective stance as you both whirl to face the demon. Shigaraki.
“Leave her out of this, Shigaraki. This is between you and me only.”
Shigaraki moves out of the shadows, giving you a better look at his unruly, gray hair and opaque, almost sickly, skin and your breath catches in your throat as his wild, red eyes roam over you. His mouth looks unhinged as he speaks, “you got to have your fun with her. Now it’s my turn.”
You clutch at Touya’s arm, watching in horror as Shigaraki raises his and gray sludge encases you, Touya, and Shigaraki. “What’s happening?!” You ask as fear keeps you frozen in place.
Touya growls as the gray subsides, revealing the three of you on top of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building, “you had to use Kurogiri?! Thought you were a big, bad demon? The only one who could take over Hell. But you can’t even do this without your lap dog?” Touya goads Shigaraki as he moves closer to him, moves further from you.
Shigaraki narrows his eyes as he matches Touya’s movements, “You get on my nerves. I’m gonna kill you. Then I’m gonna kill your precious pet.”
“You’re not gonna touch her! I won’t let you lay one single finger on her!” As anger flares through Touya’s nostrils, heat licks at his skin as blue flames form in his hands. He charges at Shigaraki, arms wrapping around his waist as he tackles him to the floor. The skies open and rain starts to fall, slowly at first then all at once until it’s pouring and you can barely make out the fight.
Shigaraki brings his knee up to Touya’s stomach hard, emitting an ‘oof!’ from the demon as his hold loosens just enough for Shigaraki to escape. With Touya distracted, Shigaraki gets up and makes a beeline for you as puddles form on the skyscraper’s roof.
“No!” Touya roars as he jumps to his feet, chasing after Shigaraki.
You back up as Shigaraki advances, fear telling you to run but you refuse to turn your back to him. He slips on a puddle, allowing Touya to gain on him and land a punch on his face.
“Keep your eyes on me, Shigaraki! I’m the one you have problems with! She has nothing to do with this!” Touya growls out, blue flames igniting on his hands, trying to anger Shigaraki so he loses his cool, so he messes up.
An annoyed growl falls from Shigaraki’s mouth as he charges Touya and you squint to try and make out the fight. All you can see is their light hair and Touya’s blue flames as they attack each other. Touya rotates them so he’s between you and Shigaraki, throwing a giant wall of flames towards him, blue licking at the top of the building, the rain putting it out as quickly as it forms.
Shigaraki lands a punch to Touya’s face after several failed attempts, Touya’s flame dissipating from the action. The dance continues as they get closer to the edge of the building and tears run down your face, obscuring your vision more as you watch the fight in horror. Touya closes the distance again, both teetering on the edge of the building, as Shigaraki’s eyes widen, Touya reaching out for him with wild eyes.
An earth-shattering scream falls from your lips as two figures become one and you sink to the floor, sobs wracking your chest as you wrap your arms around yourself. The remaining figure slowly walks towards you and you press your back against one of the roof dormers, holding out a shaky hand in front of you, “st-stay back!” You say in a quiet breath.
“It’s just me, love,” Touya says softly as he crouches in front of you, hand cupping your cheek and you relax into it for a moment until you push him away, standing up and glaring at him.
“How dare you?!” You shout at him after wiping the tears from your eyes, “I told you I loved you! And, then, you just disappeared, left me wondering what happened to you. And the bullshit goodbye note, breaking my heart?!”
Anger floods your body as you move closer to him, shoving him, “now suddenly you’re back?! Just dropped back into my home and, and, and brought all of this,” you gesture around you, gesture to where Shigaraki fell, “into my life?! You asshole!” Angry tears form in your eyes as you move even closer to Touya, his hands raised in surrender, as you hit his chest with weak punch after weak punch. He takes every hit, letting you get out your pain, your anger, until your shoulders slump and all the fight leaves you. Sniffling, you wipe your tears again before looking up at him, all the pain and heartbreak he caused present in your eyes, shattering his heart as guilt crawls up his body.
“Just tell me why,” you say brokenly as you continue to stare at him, the rain mixing with your tears.
“Because I was scared,” he says seriously, eyes not moving from yours. “The last time I knew any kind of love. . . well, it sucked. And it ended terribly. Combine that with my being a demon and humans who fall for a demon never making it out alive, I thought you deserved better than me. So I had to leave and you had to let me go. The only way to do so was to make you believe I didn’t care. Make you believe I didn’t love you.”
He cautiously moves towards you as the rain slows into a drizzle, holding his hands out cautiously towards your face, silently asking if it’s okay. At your nod, he gives a small smile and cups your face in his hands, “I was wrong and an idiot and a jackass. I’m sorry. I’ll spend forever making it up to you if you’d let me.”
His hand moves to your bump before he falls to his knees, pressing a kiss to it and looking up at you with pleading eyes, “Because I love you. . . both of you. I never planned on falling for you but I did. You were the only person to accept completely as I am. Nothing scared you away – not my flaws or my past or my being demon. I love the way you dance in your kitchen at 2 am like no one is watching. I love the way you spend every Friday night, getting the same takeout from the same place and binge watch the Bachelorette. I love how kind and gentle and sweet and accepting you are of absolutely everyone.”
He stands up, hands cupping your cheeks again and thumbs wiping away your tears, “I love how you love everyone with your whole heart. I love how you were made for me. I love you so much, y/n. And I need you. I can’t live without you. I tried and it. . . wasn’t living. Is there any way you can forgive me?”
Heart pounding in your chest as more tears fall down your face, you nod your head and finally it feels like you can breathe again, “I love you. I missed you.” You say softly as every other thought, every other word, falls out of your head when he smiles brightly at you.
His hands cup your face as he kisses you deeply, his tongue mixing with yours as mulled spice wine coats your taste buds. The smell of rain, wood smoke, and charred coal assaulting your nose as his quiet breaths join the pounding water around you. Your hands grip his hair before you pull back, breathing heavy.
“Your hair is mostly white now,” you note, tilting your head in confusion.
“Yeah, I still don’t know what’s going on with that. Guess it’s a mystery.”
“It’s not a mystery at all, actually,” a voice you’ve never heard of reaches your ears and you turn to face the man – if you can even call him that, given that he has glowing, white wings behind him – and watch in awe as he continues to speak. “We’ve been watching you, Dabi. Watching how you stopped conducting deals, stopped collecting souls, watched how you saved her simply because you wanted to keep her safe.”
Touya steps in front of you, protecting you, as his eyes narrow, “so what? You’ve come to kill me now, then, Michael?”
“Michael? Like the Archangel?” You gasp out in shock, grabbing Touya’s arm. “Like the Great Captain? That Michael?”
“Yeah, love, that Michael,” Touya glares at him, waiting for an answer. “Well? Gonna answer or just keep staring?”
“Love didn’t fix that attitude completely, it seems. But, no, I’m not here to kill you. You’ve earned a spot in Heaven. It’s why your hair has been turning white. Because you’ve become good,” Michael explains as he lands on the roof, pulling his wings in.
Touya’s mouth drops open in shock and your eyes widen as pain shoots through your chest at the thought of him leaving you again. You just got him back. It’s not fair. Your hand drops his arm and Touya’s head moves minutely in your direction.
“What if I don’t want it? What if I wanted to stay here? Stay on Earth?”
Michael’s lips turn up at the corners, wings opening as he hovers just off the ground, “had a feeling you’d say that. You sure about this? This offer won’t happen again.”
“I’m sure,” Touya pulls you to his side, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Living without her isn’t living.”
Michael nods and disappears in a flash of light. You turn to Touya, nervously biting your lip.
“Why did you do that? You had such a terrible experience on Earth that you wanted to leave it behind. What about Hell? Or Heaven? What about your home?”
“Hey, hey,” he cups your face in his hands again, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “neither heaven nor hell is my home. You are. And I’m never leaving you again, okay, love?”
Smiling happily, you laugh and nod, pressing your lips to his.
“Let’s go home, love, yeah?”
“Home sounds perfect.”
AUGUST 8, 2023
Dogs barking, birds chirping, and kids playing fill your ears as the sun beats down on you, resting on your elbows on the blanket you brought from home. Your lips turn up in a soft smile as your daughter, Kaiya, babbles next to you. Pulling your sunglasses onto your face, you turn to face her, watching as Touya blows raspberries on her stomach, her laughs filling the air.
Feeling your eyes on him, Touya looks up at you and smiles, pressing another raspberry to Kaiya’s stomach and her laughter rings out again. His hands grab her legs, moving them to her chest and pulling them back before pushing them back to her chest, bright smile on his face as she continues to babble and giggle.
“Do you regret it?”
“Hm?” Touya asks as he repeats the exercise, “regret what?”
“Leaving it all behind? For me and her? Do you regret falling in love with me?”
“No,” he answers quickly, looking up at you.
“You’re sure? You don’t want to think about it?”
“I don’t need to think about it, love. Like I said many, many moons ago, living without you isn’t living. You’re my home. And, now, so is she. You’ve given me everything I didn’t know I wanted, given me the best life. Why would I ever regret that?”
“Well, you were this big, scary, powerful demon. Now you’re living a rather human life. You don’t get bored?”
“Love, I’m still a big, scary, powerful demon,” he pulls Kaiya to his chest as she yawns, smiling softly when she falls asleep in his arms before turning to you, capturing your lips in a quick kiss. “Now I’m just the best version of myself. I don’t know if you noticed that I may have been just as powerful and scary as I am now, but I was a pretty shitty man when I met you. You’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been. So, no, I don’t get bored and I don’t regret it. Not when you’ve made me a better man.
Your heart warms and your smile brightens at his words, moving closer to him to press a kiss to Kaiya’s head and whispering softly in agreement, “a better man.”
Notes:
🦇 Kaiya means "forgiveness"
🦇 For the summoning of Dabi, I combined elements from three different ways to summon a demon: the (not fully typed) incantation, the candles and incense.
🦇 The red candle and ginger incense is for the planetary sphere of Mars which magickal rulership for many things including pure sexual lust and physical gratification
🦇 Dabi's demon purpose is very loosely based on the demon Sargatanas (from the Grand Grimoire, not the Final Fantasy game). By that I mean, he's a demon known for his lovemaking abilities.
🦇 Please do not try to actually summon a demon. If you do, I am not responsible.
🦇 When I started writing this, it was 4 am when I had to put in the incantation and I got goosebumps, which I never get, so I stopped writing until it was light out.
