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.
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