#heavenandhellcollab

You look up in confusion and slight alarm. What the fuck is it now? Not enough that you had a stressful day at work with two customers yelling at you on the phone while you had to stay friendly and professional, your shitty coworker ratting you out to your boss about a mistake you made, and that boss telling you that you have to take one more shift because your department is horribly understaffed. And now it looks like you're gonna get robbed or something in this shitty diner. Just great!

You're too done to even be scared as your gaze lands on the two strangers who dare to add even more problems to your already stressful day.

You blink in confusion. They look so much alike that they are probably twins, definitely brothers. Pastel pink hair, almost identical haircut, tall, buff body, very attractive. But as much as they look alike, they also give off very different vibes.

One of them is wearing all white. The other all black. One of them is smiling brightly. The other is glaring at you menacingly and has black tattoos lining his handsome face. One of them has honey-colored eyes that look golden somehow, and the other has maroon-colored eyes that seem to glow red.

It doesn't make sense. One of them appears bathed in a golden light while the other is standing enveloped in shadows. How is this possible? Is it a trick of the light? But the rest of the diner looks just like always.

Maybe you are finally losing your mind.

The smiley one in white lifts a tan hand in a little wave, and his smile grows even brighter. He looks like some college jock or something. Very handsome, dressed in sporty clothes, a soft-looking white hoodie, skinny white jeans, and matching white sneakers with gold-colored shoelaces. It suits him and accentuates his athletic build.

"Heyy, (y/n)! Did you have a rough day at work again, sweetheart? Can we join you, please? We're here to help!"

His voice is warm and pretty.

Pictures appear before your mind's eye: Honey and sunshine, gold wrappers around caramel chocolate, soft candlelight on a romantic date.

You furrow your brow in confusion. Why do you describe a stranger's voice in such a poetic way? Where is this coming from? And why does he act like he knows you?

You look directly into his eyes, realizing that he really has golden eyes. Are those contact lenses? And what does he mean, they are here to help you?

"Um...who are you?"

You hear an annoyed-sounding huff, and your gaze snaps to the guy in the elegant tailored black suit. His glowing red eyes bore into yours, making you feel strangely naked as if he can not only see through your clothes but also through your skin and flesh and see right into your heart and soul. It's a creepy feeling. You shiver slightly, unconsciously hugging yourself.

But you can't look away from him, as scary as he is. You imagine this is what it feels like to be trapped in a Venus flytrap. Knowing you will get devoured but still being attracted to the seductive scent of nectar that lured you in with the temptation of the most delicious meal you ever laid your eyes upon.

His muscular arms are crossed in front of his broad chest while he musters you as if you really are a mere fly. His voice is low and velvety, sounding somehow inappropriately erotic even though his reply isn't sexual in any way.

"What does it look like? We are your angel and your devil."

The same thing that happened when the guy in white talked to you happens again: Pictures appear in your mind. Dark red silk sheets, red neon lights, lovers entangled in a passionate embrace, a fire crackling in a fireplace, a juicy red apple offered on a plush velvet pillow. Temptation incarnate.

You realize that you moved closer to the edge of the bench. Closer to him. Your eyes widen in shock, and you grab the table tightly to stop yourself from moving.

His words slowly begin to register. Your eyes widen, and your mouth falls open in a surprised gasp.

"What? But..how? Why? How come I never saw you before? I...I thought I didn't have an angel and devil..."

The guy in black, your devil, you assume, clicks his tongue, raising his eyebrows while he lifts one elegant hand and inspects his slightly pointy black nails, looking so arrogant and annoyed but also sexy as hell. Literally.

A hysterical-sounding chuckle escapes your lips. But you fall silent when your devil speaks up again in his low, seductive voice:

"There was no use to show ourselves. Trust me, I didn't ask for this. I'm pretty busy ruling my circle of hell. I don't even know why I had to be bothered with something mundane like looking after a human anyways."

His little rant gets interrupted by the one with the golden glow around him. Your angel. He laughs softly, sounding sweet like cotton candy at Disney Land on a beautiful summer day.

His hand lands on the devil's arm, smacking it lightly. Tan, golden skin on black fabric, casting a warm glow over the shadows that seem to gather around your devil.

"Oh, please, don't act so almighty. I bet you are pretty bored down there on your lonely throne. I heard there's not much going on in the seventh hell circle apart from that river of blood."

He turns to you with a cute smile on his pretty face:

"I'm glad to finally meet you again, (y/n)! I've been watching over you for several years now. Can you recall your 18'th birthday when you got into that car accident? Maybe you remember me."

A memory comes to you. Lying in the wrecked car, waiting for help to come or for death. And suddenly, a soft glow. A feeling of peacefulness and safety washing over you. A warm hand holding yours, soothing words whispered to you, comforting golden light in the middle of the night.

A reassuring smile, pink hair, and a golden halo on top, something feathery soft brushing against your arms. A sensation of being wrapped in love and hopefulness.

"It's ok, sweetheart. Help is on the way. They'll be here any minute now. I'll stay with you until then. You'll be ok, I promise you. I got you. Just look at me. You're doing great. You want to live, right, sweetie? And you will. I love you so much, don't forget me, ok? Maybe we'll meet again."

You thought it had just been your delirious mind, high on adrenalin, confused from the shock.

"Wait.. so that was real? Are you...what? My guardian angel?"

"Yep, that's me! Yuuji, your guardian angel! I mean, it's my second job. We have a bit of a staff shortage since the world population has been increasing so much. So you only get one angel for all your needs and not several ones. I'm also the angel to guide your conscience. That little guy on your shoulder."

He looks at you with his big golden eyes, nodding and smiling, looking as if what he just told you isn't the craziest thing you have ever heard. Staff shortage in heaven, huh?

And describing himself as the little guy on your shoulder when nothing about him is little. He is tall and muscular, the glow surrounding him making him look ethereal, so powerful that it should be terrifying but instead makes you feel safe and protected.

Your mind is still struggling to accept that you met the angel and devil on your shoulder in the flesh. They really exist! Of course, you know that supposedly everyone has them, and some people meet the manifestations of them. You have even seen people accompanied by their angel and devil, but somehow they never looked so...so beautiful! They just looked like regular humans. Maybe only the people they belong to can see their true form?

Your angel, Yuuji, takes a step towards you. You can feel his aura. It's like feeling the sun coming out and warming you after shivering in the cold. It's like that sudden spark of hope you get when you receive good news. It feels like comfort and safety and love, and you almost start crying because it's so beautiful.

Your hands twitch and move forward out of their own accord. Before you can stop yourself, you tentatively touch Yuuji's hand with your fingertips, giving in to the need to touch this comforting aura. You feel warm and soft skin under your fingertips.

The angel laughs, a lovely sound like sunlight and diamonds glittering on wedding rings made of pure gold.

He turns his hand, so his palm is looking upwards, and he can take your hand in his and intertwine your fingers. His touch is gentle and reassuring. You remember it. It helped you in the darkest and loneliest moments of your life when you were lying in that car, so sure, there was no hope left until he appeared and wrapped you in his love.

A choked sob escapes your lips as tears gather in your eyes, and you tighten your hold on Yuuji's hand.

He squeezes your hand gently.

"Aww, I'm sorry, this must be a lot for you right now, sweetheart."

You are barely able to nod while staring at your hand in Yuuji's bigger one. You are holding hands with an angel!

"Y..yes.. this is kinda crazy."

A mocking-sounding laugh makes you turn your head towards your devil who's watching you with a rude look in his pretty eyes, which sparkle like rubies.

"Are you always this slow, princess?"

What is his problem? What did you do to piss him off that much? Your initial fear is forgotten, and you glare back at him.

"Are you always this grumpy?"

His red eyes flicker suddenly. They already looked devilish a moment ago, but now they are blazing with neon red fire. Your hand tightens its hold on Yuuji's. Maybe it wasn't the wisest decision to argue with a Lord of Hell. You are really grateful that your guardian angel is here too!

But to your utter astonishment, all the devil does is laugh softly before sliding into the booth and sitting down on the bench across from you. He places his elbows on the sticky table, resting his chiseled chin on one hand as he smirks smugly at you, eying you so intensely that it makes your skin crawl. He looks at you like a cat looks at a new plaything, a little mouse or bird it can toy with before it eats it.

His low voice is a sexy purr, seductive, making you lean towards him despite the fear you feel.

"I am Sukuna, your devil, and the one you should always listen to. I'll explain this only once, so you better listen closely, my dear:

I assume you are at least familiar with the concept of every human getting assigned a personal angel and demon, right? Our job is to guide your conscience. Some people never meet their angel and devil in the flesh because there's no need for it. They just go on about their boring everyday lives without much ado. Others meet their angel and demon at some point in their lives because a situation calls for it. And that's the case with you."

Somehow he's so close to you now, and one of his large hands reaches out to cup your chin with his thumb and index finger. You are mesmerized by his glittering red eyes, the black lines adorning his pretty face, his seductive voice, and the arrogant, sexy smirk on his pink lips.

The lips which are so close to yours now that you can feel his warm breath caress your skin when he continues to talk:

"There's only so long we can sit something out. But your constant worrying and obsessing over your job situation made it necessary for us to manifest in the mortal world. So now we're here at your disposal, unfortunately."

The last part is breathed against your lips, almost sounding like a moan, making you press your thighs together as your lips part in a soft groan, causing them to touch your devil's sinfully soft lips, sharing an accidental, almost-kiss that sends sparks through your body.

He pulls away with an evil grin on his handsome features, leaning back against the backrest of the bench, looking so conceited that it's infuriating.

You lick your lips and clear your throat feeling a bit dizzy. But Yuuji's strong warm hand squeezes yours gently, and it helps you focus again. Your angel joins you on the bench now, sitting next to you, sliding so close that you can feel his body heat next to you, warm and comforting.

You give him a grateful smile before looking at your devil again.

"Ok, thanks for the explanation. But um, look, I don't want to sound ungrateful, but why exactly are you here, Sukuna? Wouldn't it be better to only have an angel who guides us, humans? So we would make the righteous decisions?"

"That's not how it works, princess. What would hell be like if everyone made the right decisions and behaved themselves? We need souls down there too."

"Oh, that sounds extremely trustworthy, of course. Yep, I'll definitely listen to your advice now."

He sighs at your sarcastic reply, but you see the amusement in his ruby eyes. The devil seems to enjoy this situation a lot more than he claims to do. Maybe it's really boring in his circle of hell.

"Trust me, I'm not planning to drag you into hell with me. You already sound like a real brat. I wouldn't want that around me all the time! And my advice is useful. An angel will tell you to put others first, but a devil like me will help you fight for your own goals."

Next to you, Yuuji laughs softly, but his laugh sounds happy, genuinely amused, and good-natured.

"Sukuna is right. You can benefit from your devil's conviction. That's what this is about, after all. There are always two sides to everything. And we help you find the way that's best for you. Hey, can we order something now? Those milkshakes and burgers look delicious! I always miss human food when I'm not here!"

His pretty face is alight with excitement, golden eyes sparkling happily, sunshine smile making him look so beautiful that you can only stare at him with a warm feeling spreading through your chest and butterflies beginning to set flight in your belly.

"Of course, I'll order all the milkshakes and burgers you want, my sweet angel. You can have anything you want."

You blink in confusion. Why did you say that? Sukuna's laughter carries to your ear, and his amused, sexy drawl:

"And you thought only the demon would be dangerous, hm? Well, darling, your angel boy here is a hazard too."

At the same time, Yuuji exclaims loudly:

"Oh good Lord, I am sorry! Did I use some angel power? I didn't mean to! I'm so sorry, sweetheart! You don't have to buy anything for me! I have my own money!"

Angel power? Making you want to buy things for him and kneel in front of him to worship him and offer all your belongings to get a bit of his heavenly love? Wow.

Your life will definitely be a lot more interesting from now on, with your angel and devil by your side.

But Yuuji and Sukuna manifested here to help you, right? And you really could use some advice when it comes to your problems at work.

Also, they look really cute when they both sip on their milkshakes, vanilla for Yuuji, and maraschino cherry for Sukuna. And very pretty. And so sexy. You can't stop staring at them.

Whoever is in charge of assigning an angel and devil to a human did a fantastic job when deciding you'd get such gorgeous messengers of heaven and hell!

"So, are you gonna be here all the time? My apartment isn't that big, you know?"

It's a strange feeling walking down the street to your apartment flanked by those two tall pink-haired guys, knowing they are your personal angel and devil. The weird thing is not that they are here, but that it feels so natural as if they belong here by your side.

You just worry a bit as you near your home because you don't have enough space to have them both staying over. The couch is the only space besides your bed that can function as a sleeping place, but it only has enough room for one person. Or angel. Or devil. Do angels and devils even sleep?

Sukuna's deep chuckle lets you see more images in your head. A dark red velvet blanket and silk pillows, red candle wax dripping onto naked skin, crystal glasses with red wine standing on a nightstand, two figures entangled on a richly decorated bed, passionate kisses, rhythmic thrusts, and cries of pleasure.

"Oh princess, don't worry about that. I can just sleep on top of you. And angel boy here can sleep on the floor. Just use your wings as cushions, sweetheart."

"Oh heavens! I won't let you molest (y/n)!"

"It's not molesting if she wants me in her bed, and let's face it. All three of us know that she does."

The smirk on his face is so insufferable that your fingers twitch with the need to punch him. But Yuuji's warm touch on your arm makes you take a deep breath and instead just reply:

"Oh, is that so? Maybe I want Yuuji in my bed!"

"Look, there's no need to fight! We don't have to be here all the time. We will always be in your soul, yes. Watching you and your surroundings, but we don't have to be here in the flesh all the time. Only when we want to communicate with you."

Yuuji smiles reassuringly at you, solving the problem with that useful piece of information that your devil decided to withhold from you. But the relief is short-lived because Sukuna's velvety voice drawls:

"Well, then leave, little angel brat. I sure as hell won't."

Smug satisfaction is spreading over his handsome face. Yuuji's eyes turn so golden that they are blinding to look at here on the dark street. He sends your devil an indignant look.

"If you're not leaving, I'm not leaving either!"

An hour later, you have managed to shower and get ready for bed and are now lying on your side with a nervously fluttering heart as you watch your angel getting undressed in front of you.

Since Yuuji and Sukuna decided to bless you with their presence all night, you chose to let your angel join you in bed and banish your devil onto the couch. After all, sharing a bed with an angel sounds pretty safe.

But doubts are creeping into your mind as you watch an already shirtless Yuuji pulling down his white pants.

He is gorgeous. Tan skin with a golden glow, buff muscles everywhere. Broad shoulders, firm biceps, deliciously toned pecs with very lickable pink nipples, defined abs, a v-line that makes you want to get on your knees and worship him all night. Strong muscular thighs and a big bulge in those tight white boxer briefs that lets you know exactly how big your sweet angel is down there.

He looks at you with a pretty smile on his handsome face, truly looking angelic. So breathtakingly beautiful that it almost hurts to look at him.

Maybe it was a stupid idea to say you want him to sleep in your bed.

But he's already lifting the blanket, slipping underneath it to join you with a big smile on his soft pink lips and a pretty sparkle in his golden eyes, and how could you say no? And after all, he is also your guardian angel. You feel safe with him. You know he will protect you, will take care of you.

It's not yourself who you fear for. It's him.

Because it's so hard to stop yourself from touching him, from running your hands over that sun-kissed skin, caressing those big pecs and everything else, hoping that you can make your sweet angel boy moan because he probably makes the most heavenly sounds!

You gulp hard, tensing up because you feel so guilty about having those impure thoughts about a messenger of heaven.

But then Yuuji is there right in front of you with his cute smile and comforting presence. One of his large warm hands cups your cheek gently.

"Hey, please don't be scared, my love. I promise you are safe with me. You can just go to sleep. I will protect you."

"It's not me I am worried about!"

Your eyes widen as you realize what you just blurted out. Why did you do that? And why is your mouth opening again to add more?

"You are so beautiful, and I feel this...this urge to get closer...I am so sorry, Yuuji!"

His thumb caresses your cheek with so much tenderness that it makes your heart overflow with warmth.

"Aww, hey, it's ok, sweetheart. I get it. You want to touch me?"

"Yes."

"Well, you can. Don't hold back, sweetie. It's fine! I am in love with love and affection. I love sharing it with you. And I love you. I love you very, very much."

God, he is perfect!

Before you can stop yourself, your hands are running over his buff biceps, marveling at how firm his muscles feel and how soft his skin is.

And then you get a taste of heaven when Yuuji's warm lips find yours in a tender, slow kiss that tastes like cotton candy and sweet strawberries and clouds and sunshine and everything pastel pink and sweet.

This must be how the kiss of true love mentioned in fairytales feels like. Because Yuuji is the embodiment of love and comfort and everything good in this world. You find yourself sighing happily into his mouth when his soft tongue slips between your lips.

He keeps kissing you, slow and deep, so loving and sweet. Your heart clenches at the realization that Yuuji won't pull away unless you do. He won't take the comfort of his heavenly kiss away from you. It's your decision when you are ok with ending the kiss.

He's so good to you, truly your angel.

You pull away with a happy smile, and there's a matching cute grin on Yuuji's pretty face too.

"Do you want to sleep, cutie? It's already late, and I want you to get some good rest."

You nod, unable to say anything because you fear that if you do, you will end up crying. The last months have been rough for you, always stressing about so many things, always too much work, too much overthinking, too much bullshit to deal with.

You had wished for someone to hug you, to listen to you, to just let you fall into their arms and forget about the craziness of the world out there for a little while. And now your wish has come true so unexpectedly in the form of this beautiful and sweet angel who's currently lying half-naked in your bed after blessing you with the best kisses of your life.

Finally, you open your mouth to whisper in a voice thick with emotion:

"Thank you, Yuuji. For everything. For being there for me in the night of the accident. And for today. You're making me feel a lot better."

"Aww, please don't thank me, sweetheart. You're very welcome. I love taking care of you."

His smile is like your personal sun right here in your bed.

Yuuji snuggles closer to you, his strong arms wrapping you in a loving embrace. He rests his head on your chest and makes a cute noise that makes you reach out and run a hand through his soft pink hair that feels like you imagine a fluffy cloud to feel like.

You close your eyes while cuddling your angel boy. He is warm and heavy, but not in a suffocating way but in a way that makes you feel safe and comfortable and bursting from happiness.

You sigh happily, realizing that you haven't been this at ease for months. Usually, you lie awake for hours at night obsessing over the things your coworkers did or the piles of work waiting on your desk. But tonight, you feel happy and relaxed, wrapped in your angel's strong arms. Enveloped in love and affection, cuddling your personal piece of heaven as you drift off to a peaceful slumber filled with nothing but sweet dreams about pastel pink clouds and golden eyes.

You wake up the next morning feeling more rested than you did in a long time, stretching carefully so as not to wake your pretty angel, who's still snoring softly against your chest, feeling so comforting on top of you.

Just as you finish that thought, he stirs, and his eyes open, pure gold blinking sleepily at you through long black lashes. He's so pretty! It's like you have your personal sunrise here in your bed.

"Good morning, my sweet angel."

You can't help but coo at him and pet his soft pink hair as a happy smile spreads over your face. Yuuji blesses you with one of his angelic smiles as he leans into your touch.

"Aww, good morning, honey. Did you sleep well?"

"Better than in months! Thank you."

He laughs softly, a happy, joyful sound, so delighted that he could help you. Slowly he untangles himself from you and braces himself on his strong arms to lean over you, buff body covering yours completely. Soft skin and firm muscles. And to your pleasant surprise, even angels seem to have morning wood, rubbing against your thigh big and hard, heaven's sweetest treat.

Yuuji leans down to press a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"I'm glad about that! Is it ok if I take a bath? Us angels are always clean, but bathing is one of the things I really enjoy so much when I'm on earth! Bubble baths are so amazing! I don't understand why we don't have them! So, can I please?"

Your chest feels so warm. He's so sweet, so pure and genuine, so lovely and good down to his very core. How could you say no to his every wish? If your sweet angel wants to take a bubble bath, he should definitely do that.

Even though you would very much want him to stay here in your bed, on top of you, where you can run your hands over his muscular back and feel the big hard bulge in his boxer briefs press against you.

You wonder how it would feel to get fucked by him, by an angel. Your panties feel wet all of a sudden, and you can't stop yourself from arching your back a bit, making your panty-clad pussy rub against him.

There's only the thin fabric of your panties and his boxers separating you, and you can feel his hot erection throbbing through it. And he can probably feel your wet heat too.

"Yuuji..."

The guilt you felt last night is gone. He told you it's ok to touch him. You're just not sure how much touching is allowed. Do angels indulge in carnal desire?

Yuuji's breathing heavily when you look up at him, his eyes shining even more golden, making them look like two little suns.

"Yes, sweetie?"

He rolls his hips slowly against you, letting you feel more of him, and elicits a soft gasp from you when his large cock glides so heavenly over your swollen clit. His glowing golden eyes never leave yours as he repeats the motion, watching you closely for your reaction.

"Tell me what you need, sweetheart. I want to give you anything."

"I...I want...Um, can we? Is it ok if we... Oh gosh. Do angels have sex?"

Your angel boy's laugh is beautiful and sweet like the chiming of a hundred little bells. And the way he's rutting against you should already be answer enough, but his low soothing voice spells it out for you, sounding warm like honey, a sensual, comforting caress:

"Yes, we do. We make love. Do you want that? Do you want me to make love to you?"

You can't help but moan at his words, and your fingers tighten on his muscular back, fingernails digging gently into his warm skin as your hips buck up against him.

"Yes, please. Make love to me, my angel."

You spend the next half an hour learning just how heavenly sex with your angel is. He's taking you to several highs, making you feel like you are on cloud nine when his large hands cup your tits and his soft lips spoil your nipples with tender kisses, making you moan and cream so much that you almost cum from just this.

But Yuuji still has a lot more to bless you with, and his sweet kisses wander down your body. His hands and mouth make love to every inch of your skin they find on their way.

You welcome him eagerly between your spread thighs, so wet for him like you've never been for anyone else before. And beautiful Yuuji pulls down your panties and smiles up at you with his sweet sunshine smile, so loving and tender in everything he does.

"So pretty my love. Everything about you is so pretty. I want to taste your sweetness on my tongue."

He eats you out with his sweet soft angel mouth, kissing and licking and sucking your clit until you are lost to sweet heavenly bliss and yank on his soft pink hair as your thighs shake uncontrollably. Your back arches, and you cry out his name as you cum and cum and cum.

A series of gasps and moans tumbles out of your mouth, followed by an "Oh sweet heaven!" when you see his beautiful thick cock for the first time, so hard for you, so big and strong and pretty.

A loud, needy cry of his name when he pushes inside you, and you wrap your legs around his waist as Yuuji folds you in half, making sweet love to you with deep gentle thrusts that make you feel like floating through heaven.

"Is that good, sweetie? Does it feel good? I love you so much, sweetheart ah! Ah! I love how tight you are and how warm, so wet, oh sweetie! This is heaven on earth!"

His moans and whines sound so cute, so pretty, making your head spin. You look up at your beautiful sexy angel through half-lidded eyes, which are blurry with tears because his cock hits the right spot over and over again.

His strong body presses you down in the perfect way that makes you feel taken care of and fucked so good that you can't stop crying and moaning and begging for more.

And your sweet angel boy gives you more. He gives you anything you need without any hesitation. Strong snaps of his hips, deep, slow thrusts, perfect cock, and perfect body fucking you to paradise.

Your orgasm on your angel's cock is the sweetest bliss you have ever felt. You're cumming so hard, body spasming with wave after wave of pure heavenly ecstasy, as your pussy clenches around Yuuji's thick cock, and you cry out loudly, unable to hold back.

You're still a mewling crying mess when you feel your angel pump you full with his thick hot ropes of seed.

He stays inside you, heavy body pressing you down exactly how you need it, making you feel so protected and full and loved, as Yuuji kisses you tenderly, moaning softly into your mouth.

You caress his muscular back and his biceps, marveling at how good he feels. You could spend forever like this, wrapped in your angel's arms, his wonderful cock inside you, his strong, buff body on top of you. Basking in the exhilarating, joyous feeling of afterglow after he blessed you with the sweetest fuck of your life.

Or lovemaking, as he calls it. And that's truly what it is. You have never felt so loved before. So filled with love, surrounded by it, wrapped in it.

He pulls out slowly when your alarm goes off, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek and smiling this sweet smile at you.

"I guess it's time for you to get ready for work, sweetheart. You know what? I'll run a bath for you and me."

And he disappears into the bathroom, giving you a lovely view of his gorgeous naked body, the divine sight of his back muscles and toned thighs, and that firm round ass.

You moan and let your head fall back on the pillow. Meeting your angel in the flesh is definitely the best thing that ever happened to you.

When you get up a few minutes later, you find out that Yuuji's cum is just as pretty as the rest of him. Milky white trails run down your thighs, thick and glittering so prettily, like vanilla milkshake laced with gold dust.

You follow your sexy angel into the bathroom with wobbly legs and a racing heart.

You're glad you always set your alarm early because this way, you have enough time to enjoy your bath with Yuuji. He's sitting behind you in the tub, laughing happily because he loves the bubble bath so much. Blowing white foam off his large tan hands and chuckling in delight.

But his hands also do other things. They wash you with gentle caresses, making you so horny once again that you spread your legs needily for your angel. And he smiles and kisses you and rubs slow, tender circles around your swollen clit until you cum again, slumping bonelessly against his muscular body afterwards.

When you walk into the living room a while later, dressed and ready to make some breakfast, you catch yourself smiling. Something which usually doesn't happen when you're about to go to work. Your guardian angel is already doing a fantastic job! The prospect of going to work doesn't seem that bad after this blissful morning.

You are so deep in thought that you don't see the devil sitting on your couch until his velvety low voice purrs mockingly:

"Good morning to you too, princess. Yes, I slept great on your ratty couch. Thank you for asking. Your hospitality really knows no bounds."

You gasp and stop in your tracks, head whipping around to look at the impressive sight in front of you.

Sukuna is sitting on the couch, long legs spread slightly, mustering you with his glowing red eyes, which are glittering like red diamonds in the dimly lit room. The smug smirk on his handsome face makes him look arrogant. But also incredibly sexy. He looks like a king sitting on his throne.

And you feel so small all of a sudden, like a mere peasant who has to crawl in the dirt before the king's throne, begging him for forgiveness for not treating him like the powerful and perfect being that he is.

Without realizing it, you walk towards Sukuna. The grin on his beautiful face grows bigger. One long finger brushes over his lips. You watch, mesmerized as his forked tongue darts out to lick over the pointy tip of his black fingernail. His tongue is tattoed too, you realize, and it makes you groan helplessly.

Somehow the living room is much darker than it should be at this time of day. Wrapped in shadows and a red glow, making it appear like the insides of a nightclub. The air is thick, seductive, luring you to get even closer to the enticing demon dressed in his elegant black suit with the black dress shirt and dark red tie.

You reach your devil and open your mouth to say something, but Sukuna's large hands land on your hips before you can do anything else. He pushes you down with ease, strong hands making you kneel between his long, toned legs.

Your chest is heaving heavily in a mix of fear and desire as you look up at your beautiful devil. An elegant hand lands on your head, strong fingers petting your hair like one would pet a dog.

The smirk on the demon lord's beautiful face grows even more devilish.

"Yeah, that's much better. See, this is where you belong. At my feet, crawling before my throne."

Suddenly a light tinkle is heard, the sweet chiming of bells, and Yuuji appears in a puff of pastel pink clouds and glittering gold dust, manifesting directly behind Sukuna. He puts a tan hand on the demon's shoulder.

"Not so fast, my sweet devil. I think you forgot that you and I are supposed to serve her and not the other way around."

Your devil groans and his hold on your hair loosens.

"You're so annoying, angel brat! Always spoiling all the fun I have. I'm finally here in the human world with all its vice and sin, but instead of having the time of my life, I get kept in check by some pathetic virgin?"

The spell Sukuna had over you breaks, and you can finally breathe again, taking a deep lungful of air. The room seems lighter, too, now. You get up, and the first thing you say is:

"He isn't a virgin, trust me."

At the same time as Yuuji says:

"Why do you think I'm a virgin? Just because I'm an angel? You know we have fun in heaven too! We live for love! And that includes physical love. We cherish it. We admire and love each other's bodies. So maybe you are the real virgin here because I don't think there's much love down in your hellhole!"

"Let me tell you that I have a whole castle full of succubi and incubi at my beck and call."

"Oh wow, great, a demon joy house. It must be so amazing to know they only share their bodies with you because you order them to or because they want to get something out of it. Don't you want to feel loved? It's so much nicer when someone comes to you willingly and wants to show you how much they love you! When someone wants to please you and make you happy without a selfish reason!"

You see a bellicose twinkle in both their eyes. It makes you gulp hard as it is a reminder that they are both extremely powerful beings who once fought in a war on different sides. A war which Yuuji's side won, and that resulted in Sukuna and his companions getting cast from heaven. So it's no wonder that they are so quickly at each other's throats. The angel and the fallen angel.

"Boys, could you stop, please! I think we all get it. No one in this room is a virgin anymore, and that's perfectly fine. It would be fine too, though, if one of us was still a virgin. Ok? Please calm down, both of you."

Yuuji's gaze meets yours, and his golden eyes soften visibly.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'll be nice."

His sunshine smile is back on his handsome face as his hand wanders from Sukuna's shoulder up to his jaw, cupping your devil's chin and tilting his head back, so the demon looks up at the angel standing behind the couch.

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch the scene before you. They look so beautiful together. Your angel and your devil. Light and dark, love and desire, heaven and hell.

The air becomes charged with tension. Sukuna and Yuuji are caught in their very own little dance. A game of power. You realize at that moment that dominance and submission aren't a defined line between them. Because as much as you feel that Sukuna is the dominant one, the one who takes, and Yuuji is the one who gives, you can't quite say who is in the lead here.

Your sweet angel seems to be able to deal with the shady devil pretty well. Which is a good thing, considering that they are here to help you make the best decisions.

You watch in fascination as the smirk on Sukuna's face turns into an amused smile as he stays in the same position, head tilted back, the angel's hand cupping his chin. And Yuuji leans down until his lips brush against the demon's ear.

"Doesn't it feel nice when someone touches you tenderly?"

His thumb brushes over Sukuna's lower lip, caressing it gently. And the angel breaths a soft kiss on the demon's ear.

"Don't you want to know what it's like when someone makes love to you instead of just letting you take them?"

By now, his hand has tilted Sukuna's face to the side, and Yuuji is leaning over him, closer and closer until his lips touch Sukuna's forehead in a slow, tender kiss.

Your devil laughs at that, and one of his hands darts up in lightspeed to wrap around the back of Yuuji's neck. His pointy black nails dig into the soft tan skin, holding the angel boy in place.

Sukuna's forked and tattooed tongue licks a wet trail over Yuuji's throat, flicking against his adam's apple teasingly and then further up over his chin and the corner of his lips. He stops when he reaches the angel's earlobe, which he takes lightly between his canines.

Like a cat that has your hand in its mouth, not yet biting but warning you to stop what you've been doing before it will be forced to hurt you.

He growls against Yuuji's skin:

"No thanks, angel brat. Making love sounds boring to me. I'd rather fuck you and our little human senseless."

His words make desire throb in your deepest core, and you think you hear a soft moan coming from Yuuji. But then the devil chuckles and lets go of the angel before adding:

"You better hurry up, brats. The little human has to be at work in half an hour, and as much as we hate that workplace, we always have to ensure to be there punctually, so the people in charge have nothing to use against us. The devil is an excellent businessman, my darling. So you better learn to listen to me."

Your devil sounds arrogant and commanding, but you think his voice has a softer tone now, and somehow you feel that your angel knows all too well how to handle his counterpart.

It makes you smile to yourself as you make your way to the kitchen to grab some breakfast before leaving for work. And today, you know that you have your personal angel and devil at your proposal anytime you need them. So maybe it will finally be a good day at work.

Thank you so much for reading the first chapter of my contribution to the Heaven and Hell collab! I had so much fun writing for the angel and devil theme! Yuuji is such a perfect (guardian) angel to me! I got so emotional and had so many butterflies while writing about him awww. And Sukuna is a very sexy devil who might be a bit softer for reader and Yuuji than he lets on at first :) He's from the seventh circle of hell, the circle of violence. I picked that because it suited Sukuna, in my opinion, and that circle has a blood river, which reminds me of Sukuna's domain.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Please let me know your thoughts! Comments and reblogs make me very happy!

Stirred by the feel of a cool breeze across your skin, you opened your eyes, slowly blinking against the lull of sleep that threatened to pull you back down to its depths, until you noticed that your window was open and you bolted upright.  

Pulse pounding in your ears, you frantically searched the dark room, freezing as you focused on the pair of glowing ruby eyes watching you from the dim corner.  They were the same ones from your dream and for a moment all you could do was stare as the owner of those hypnotic orbs emerged from the shadows.  He was the same as you remembered him, and he eyed you up and down, furrowed brows rising as his gaze lingered appreciatively on your bare chest, his lips curling slightly.

Finally able to move, you scrambled back, yanking the covers up around your chest.  

“Who are you?  And how the hell did you get in here?” you demanded, voice wavering as you realized he wore little more than a dark cloth around his waist, adorned with a belt of spun gold that matched the shimmering necklaces around his neck, hanging low down his chest, while behind him a dark forked tail flicked with what appeared to be amusement.

“Don’t you remember my name, woman?  You were screaming it the other night,” he taunted, low voice husky as he continued to approach you.

“No, that was–”

“A dream?” he huffed, as if reading your thoughts.

At a loss for words, you merely nodded, studying him.  “What…are you?” you finally asked, voice barely a whisper, the words spilling out unbidden.

The demon, for surely what else could he be with those horns and that tail, ignored your question, instead stepping closer to your bed and taking your chin between his inky thumb and forefinger, tilting your face up.

“I don’t usually visit the same human more than once,” he muttered, frustration lacing his tone.  “So what’s so damn special about you?”  

The question seemed aimed more to himself than you and he scoffed, releasing your face.  Plopping back in the armchair behind him, one leg thrown over the side; he adjusted his loincloth and leaned back, lacing his fingers behind his head.

“Name’s Bakugou Katsuki, and don’t forget it this time, hah?” he exclaimed, vermilion eyes flashing.  “And before you ask again, I’m an incubus, dumbass.”

“A-an, incubus?” you repeated faintly, trying to remember anything you’d ever read about what, until now, you thought was just a creature from myth.  “Like…a sex demon?”

“Essentially,” Bakugou answered with a shrug, as if bored.  “To sustain ourselves we feast on human energy, and the better the sex, the better the meal,” he explained, looking at you as if he could see through the fabric covering you, his eyes hooded and hungry.

“How do you…?  I mean, are your victims… willing?” you asked carefully, a shiver running through you.

“They become willing in the end.”

“What does that mean?” you exclaimed, having a feeling you knew where this was going.

“There’s a pheromone we can release to make our thralls more… amenable,” Bakugou replied, wetting his lips, holding your gaze.

“So, you basically roofie them?” you countered, unsure who you were more disgusted by, him or yourself, feeling your cunt ache as you watched the languid movement of his tongue.

Again, Bakugou shrugged as if he didn’t see a problem with any of it.

“Is that what you did to me?” you demanded, your voice strengthening with the accusation.

For once, the incubus seemed reluctant, his eyes flicking away from yours.  “...I did,” he admitted, his grin disappearing.  “S’why your memory’s so hazy.”

Taken aback by his honesty, you hugged your arms tighter around yourself, unsure how you felt about that.  Bakugou didn’t speak, waiting for you to process your feelings.  Though you couldn’t remember much, you did remember enjoying it, but maybe that was the pheremones too.

“Are you… using your spell on me now?” you asked hesitantly, searching his handsome face, your own cheeks warming as the ache between your thighs grew.

“No,” he answered simply and you found you believed him.  He’d been straightforward with you about everything else so far.

“Why, you still want me?” he asked, smug smirk tugging at his glossy lips, baring his gums.

“I’m not dignifying that with an answer,” you snapped, though it was clear he’d flustered you and he knew it.  “Why are you telling me all this if you could just hypnotize me and take what you want?” you asked, curious what the catch was.

Bakugou leaned forward, propping his elbows on his muscular thighs.  “Took ya long enough to ask.  Was waitin’ for you to get there,” he muttered.  “Look, I’m tired of having to find new partners every week.  It ain’t like there’s a shortage or anything, and it’s not like I have any trouble in that department, but…”  He let out a frustrated huff, shaking his head as if searching for the right words.  

“This just seems like it could be beneficial to the both of us,” he grunted, sidestepping the question.  “I’d leave you satisfied and you’d save me the trouble of having to hunt for my meals.  So, what do you say, Princess?  We have a deal?”

The way he said Princess, with just a hint of degradation made your pussy clench, and you let out the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.  Honestly, it didn’t sound like that bad of a deal.  You didn’t have a partner and it was pretty tiresome trying to meet people.  Besides, most of the hook ups you’d had lately had been rather unsatisfying.

Chewing your lip, you deliberated while Bakugou grew impatient.  “Are you in or what?” he huffed, scowling at being made to wait.

“Hold on a second!” you snapped, not wanting to appear too eager.  That was when you noticed the way the dark fabric covering his hips had begun to tent subtly, and you fought to keep your expression neutral despite the renewed wave of heat that rose to your face, not wanting to let on that you knew you had leverage just yet.

“I have some questions first,” you announced, lifting your chin in an attempt to channel your authority, even if you were practically naked.

“Fine,” Bakugou grunted, shifting in the chair.  “Ask your dumb questions.”

“Okay.  First, do you have any… uhm, STI’s?  I don’t know how many people you’ve slept with, but I’m sure it’s a lot.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue in annoyance, rolling his eyes.  “Incubi aren’t susceptible to your filthy human diseases,” he answered, though you still wore a frown.

“But, could you still spread them–?”

“I’m clean, woman,” he snapped, glaring at you as if willing you to hurry up.

“Okay, good to know,” you mused.  “What about pregnancy?  Is there any chance of… that happening?”

Bakugou shook his head.  “Our physiologies are incompatible,” he muttered and you nodded slowly in understanding, the sheet around your chest slipping slightly.

Bakugou’s carmine gaze lingered over your exposed cleavage for a long moment before flicking back to your face.  “Anything else?” he asked impatiently.

“No, I–” you began before he cut you off.

“Good, cuz I have some stipulations of my own,” he continued and you frowned, though you were curious to see what they were.

“One, no touching yourself while I’m away, no matter how fuckin’ needy you get,” he listed, ticking the points off as he held your gaze, and your mouth fell open in protest.

“But–”

“No but’s,” he growled, white teeth flashing dangerously.  “I want you ready to go whenever I show up,” he explained, waiting for you to argue further, but you kept your mouth shut, the thought of holding out for him placating you.

“Alright.”

At your answer, his pierced brow rose, but he kept on.  “Two, similarly, no partners other than me.  From now on your pussy is mine.”

A thrill went through you at his words and you pressed your thighs together in an attempt to quell the way your cunt betrayed you, throbbing painfully.

Before you could agree, however, a thought came to you and you held up a finger to halt him.

“What now?”

“If we do this, I have one condition of my own, and I need your word you’ll follow it,” you continued, and he nodded to let you know he was listening.  “You have to promise you won’t use your little lust spell on me.”

Bakugou shrugged without really thinking about it, taking you aback.  “Done.  It’s a crutch I shouldn’t even have to need.  So,” he drawled, moving to stand, “if you have no further demands–”

“Ah, ah, ah,” you chirped, halting him with a hand to his broad chest, smirking at the impatient scowl that marred his beautiful face.  “There’s just one more thing.”

“What, shitty woman?  Spit it out!” he growled, eyes flashing.

“Why me?”

Those two little words seemed to throw him and his mouth fell open as he blinked at you.  He seemed at a loss for words, and for the moment his tough facade slipped.  

“I’m sure you could find someone… better,” you breathed, your heart fluttering like a caged bird as you stared up at his face.  “I’m nothing special.  I-I’m nobody,” you whispered, your voice failing you.

“It has to be you,” he replied, a fierceness to his words that stole your breath.  “You’re the one I want.”

Before you could think of a comeback, Bakugou was atop you, caging you in with his arms while his mouth hovered over yours, sharing your air, waiting for you to bridge the distance between you.

“Tell me you want me,” he growled, his husky voice like a caress and you breathed him in, your hands sliding up his chest, fingers tangling briefly in the delicate gold chains that connected his sensitive piercings, drawing a rough groan from his parted lips.

He smelled of sweet caramel, smoke, and some sort of spice you couldn’t quite place–the sharp scent tickling your nostrils.  

When your fingers trailed over the gold rings that adorned his already taut nipples, his muscles flexed beneath your hands, reacting to your touch and it filled you with a heady sense of power while heat flooded you, pooling in your belly.

“I want you,” you whispered, lifting your chin to claim his soft lips, sighing as he kissed you back, tongue sliding smoothly against yours as you gave in, offering yourself up to him.

You lost track of how long he kissed you, the caress of his lips demanding as he tugged the sheets away from your body, revealing your curves to him, and you gasped as just as suddenly his lips left yours.  Sitting back on his powerful haunches, thick legs astride your hips, he stared down at you greedily, drinking in the sight of your heaving chest.

The way he wet his lips as he admired you made you think of a wild animal determining if it wanted to sink its teeth in and devour you, and you instantly tried to cover yourself with your arms, the moment too intense.

“What you think you’re doin’?” Bakugou growled, grabbing your wrists to easily pull your arms away from your trembling body.  “Gettin’ shy all of a sudden?  You agreed to this, princess, remember?  Now I wanna see you.”

Unable to budge in his tight grasp, you held your breath, waiting to see what he would do next, the anticipation driving you insane.

“Look so pretty covered in my marks.  Like you belong to me,” he mused, tilting his head, his teeth flashing in the dark.  “It’s a shame they’re already starting to fade.  Should fix that, don’tcha think?”

He didn’t give you a chance to answer before his mouth was covering your pulse point, sharp canines grazing your skin as he sucked hard, drawing a fresh bruise to the surface, purple blooming across your tender flesh.

“S’better,” he growled lowly, revisiting each of his hickies from last time to make sure you wouldn’t forget his presence after he left.

As he worked his way down your chest, he freed your hands, wanting to touch you, his large palms exploring and kneading while his agile tongue found your nipple, circling it languidly before latching on to suckle as his fingers boldly delved your folds.

As soon as he brushed your clit, your breath hitched and your body gave a jerk, though you couldn’t move far with the way he had your bottom half pinned beneath him.

“Damn, you’re fuckin’ wet, he sneered, slowly pushing his middle finger inside you before pulling it free to show you the sticky arousal that coated it, your essence gleaming in the soft moonlight that spilled across the bed.

“Just the thought of me enough to get you that worked up, hah?” he barked, licking his digit clean as his sharp vermilion eyes held yours.  The lewd sight was enough to make you moan out loud.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get this, Princess,” he continued, smirking as he reached down to unhook the cloth that covered his waist, grabbing himself to show you, “but first I wanna play with my meal a little.”

At the sight of his cock, you couldn’t help but gasp, whimpering at the thought of that inside you.  He’d fit before, you thought, though you could remember little.

When Bakugou released his length, the weight of it hung heavy between his legs despite its full hardness.  As far as cocks went, it was probably the most beautiful one you’d ever seen–thick and veiny with a perfect upcurve, growing out of a close cropped bush of wiry blonde hair, while his flushed mushroom head was crowned with a thick gold ring, glistening with pre.  Everything about him was designed to bring pleasure, it seemed.

“Like whatcha see, hah?  Look at you starin’ so fuckin’ shamelessly.”

Bakugou’s harsh words snapped you back to the moment and you flushed with embarrassment, though your cunt clenched at the humiliation.

Smirking at your reaction, he repositioned himself, freeing your legs to hook over his shoulder as he hovered over your cunt.  At the feel of his warm breath against your bare sex, your stomach flipped and a tingling sensation danced through you.

“Fuckin’ dripping,” Bakugou murmured, watching your arousal pool on the sheets beneath you, and your breath hitched, waiting for him to touch you.  This only seemed to amuse the incubus more and he chuckled under his breath, turning his face to run his nose against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh before biting down, marking you where only he’d see as well.  Repeating the process several more times, you squirmed, impatient for him to pay attention to your aching clit.

When his nose burrowed into the soft patch of hair between your legs, you stiffened, breath catching.  He seemed to be taking in your scent before his tongue breached your folds, lapping up your slick with a low groan.  Parting your lips further with practiced fingers, Bakugou blew lightly against your quivering nub before flicking it with the tip of his tongue, his sharp eyes not leaving yours, boring into your soul.

At the breathy moan that burst from you, he grinned against your pussy, slowly teasing you, taking his time building you up til his nose was once again nudging your hood, bumping against your clit as he feasted upon your cunt.  Your juices coated his chin as his fingers slipped deep inside you, curling to stroke your spongy sweet spot.

When your first climax hit, he didn’t relent, his tongue lapping broad strokes against your clit and your second orgasm followed swiftly on the heels of the first, your walls shivering and clenching around Bakugou’s fingers as he added a third, preparing you for his cock.

“S’too much!” you cried, squirming, trying to get away.

“Oh no you don’t, I know you got one more in ya, woman.  Give it to me,” he growled, holding you down as you thrashed, his thumb taking the place of his tongue, strumming your swollen clit as his fingers stretched you.

When your third orgasm of the night ripped through you, Bakugou’s eyes glazed over, watching you greedily as his lips curled back in a feral grin, baring his pink gums as he reveled in your pleasure, feasting on it.

“B-Bakugou, please!” you cried, tears catching in your lashes, your pleasure beginning to border on pain and for a moment you didn’t think he’d stop.  When he finally relented, filling his lungs with a deep breath, he pulled his sticky fingers free, grinning smugly at the mess he’d made of you.

“Y’look so pretty with my fingers in your cunt, thrashing around like that.  Makes me so hard to see those pretty little tears roll down your cheeks,” he drawled, catching one with his thumb, leaving a silvery smear in its place.

“You ready for round two?” he purred, arching an eyebrow at you as his cock gave an eager twitch against your thigh.

Gaping up at him, you couldn’t seem to formulate a response through the fog that still permeated your senses.  The only thing you were conscious of were the aftershocks that throbbed through you, threatening to shake you apart.  

When you didn’t speak, Bakugou’s swollen lips twisted further and without warning he brought his palm down across your oversensitive clit in a sharp slap, drawing a broken gasp from your throat that only deepened his sadistic grin.

“Fucked you dumb and I haven’t even give you my cock yet,” he tsked in amusement.  “Thought you wanted this, Princess,” he taunted, tapping his cock against your cunt and you couldn’t help but whimper, your muscles twitching, eagerly.  Despite cumming several times already, your walls clenched around nothing, aching to be filled, already missing the stretch of his fingers.

“I do, I wan’ it,” you mumbled, hips rolling desperately and Bakugou laughed.

“Get up,” he instructed, crooking his finger to beckon you closer.  “Turn around and get on all fours for me.”

Whining, you merely squirmed where you lay, reaching for him, wanting him to fuck you right there, too worn out to obey.

“What’s that?  Think you’re too good to obey my orders, woman?” he growled, voice lowering dangerously, his tone sending a shiver through you.  

“Don’t wanna get up,” you whined, throwing your hands above your head, hoping to entice him closer.

At your protest, Bakugou’s eyes flashed at the challenge and he easily flipped you onto your belly before his palm came down across the fat of your ass, leaving a sharp sting that left you gasping.

“Think you’re in charge here, woman?” he huffed, leaning over you, his breath tickling the shell of your ear.  “Little brat,” he grunted, spanking you again, no doubt leaving a warm welt across your backside, your skin tingling.  

“You gunna obey or do I have to make you?” 

You couldn’t help the soft whine that left your lips, your cunt drooling wetter with each spank until you finally pushed yourself up, arching back toward him, presenting your ass to him.

This time Bakugou’s palm smoothed over the stinging red hand print he’d left behind, and you jerked as his thumb swiped up your folds and over your tight hole.

“Ah ah ah,” he exclaimed, grabbing you round the waist to haul up to your knees, your back pressed snugly against his chest.  “No trying to get away, kitten,” he cooed, his hand trailing up your body til it loosely circled your neck.  “Right now you’re mine, to do with as I fuckin’ please.”

His words, or maybe it was the feel of his warm hand wrapped around your throat made you moan and you pressed further against him, resting your head back against his shoulder.  

“There’s my good girl,” he breathed, tightening his grasp ever so slightly, applying just the barest amount of pressure to restrict your breath as he forced your knees farther apart, sliding his length between your sopping folds.  

“Think you got even wetter, sweetheart,” he laughed, the thick golden ring capping his cock catching your clit with each shallow thrust of his hips.  “Such a fuckin’ slut for me, hah?  Like it when I degrade you and call you names?  Want me to manhandle you and mark you up so everyone can see?”

With each word, with each thrust of his smooth cock between the folds of your pussy—withholding what you really wanted—he made you more desperate than you’d ever been before, and you gasped for breath, your head swimming.

“Say it.  Tell me you want me to fuck you like the dumb fuckin’ slut you are.”

Unable to speak for the moment, you merely nodded, your entire body aflame with want, and Bakugou released his hold on your neck, letting you breathe.

“Fuck me, Bakugou.  N-need you,” you rasped, and you didn’t even care how fucking desperate you sounded.  “Fuck me like you mean it!”

“Oh fuck—“  

The breathy moan in your ear sent a thrill through you, but Bakugou didn’t give you time to dwell on it before he was forcing you down to your elbows and pressing into you, gliding easily with how wet you were.  He let out a sinful groan as he bottomed out and you echoed him, the sensation of being filled so suddenly, of his fat pieced head pressing almost painfully against your cervix was too much and you nearly collapsed to the bed, but Bakugou held you up.

“So fuckin’ tight,” he muttered, gripping your waist tight enough to leave bruises.  “My tight little pussy,” he growled possessively before rutting into you again, rocking your body forward, his hips snapping into you.

“Y-yes, it’s all yours!” you cried, your mouth falling open as he began a relentless pace, fucking like a wild animal in heat.  

His words fell away, replaced by guttural groans and growls melding with the lewd wet sounds of your bodies coming together and the ring of your own wanton moans loud in your own ears.

With each sure thrust, he pulled you deeper, splitting you open, and soon thought became difficult.  All you could focus on was the moment and the pleasure that rolled through you in waves—the sweet stretch of your pliant walls, the way his cock hit you just right, finding your sweet spot with practiced ease—and you lost yourself, your mouth falling open in a wordless cry, drool running down your chin as stars bloomed behind your eyelids.

“F-fuck!” Bakugou grunted, though his hips never stilled despite the way you clamped down on him.  “C’mon Princess, I know you got one more for me,” he panted, his hips stuttering as his own climax neared.

You’d never been fucked like this before—never so thoroughly—and the intensity of your pleasure left you feeling high.  All strength left your limbs, leaving Bakugou to support your weight as he continued to rut into you, chasing his own high, his movements becoming desperate until with a deep cry he buried himself to the hilt, his muscles going rigid as he emptied himself inside you, filling you up until there was no more.

When he finally stilled, his cock giving one last twitch inside you, he let out a soft huff, lips curling wryly as he leaned over you to whisper in your ear.

“I take it we have a deal then?” he drawled, his fingers biting into your hips, his hold on you the only thing holding you up.

Too exhausted to think of a witty come back, you merely nodded, head lolling.  

Pleased with your reaction, Bakugou straightened, gripping the fat of your ass to spread your cheeks wide as he finally pulled out, watching his thick seed dribble from your abused hole, enjoying the gape he’d created.  The lewd sight was almost enough to make him hard again, but he resisted, he’d fed better than he could ever remember and you were spent.

“Took me so well,” he groaned, his rough voice softer than you expected and you whimpered appreciatively as he massaged your hips, working out the ache in your burning muscles.  “Did so fuckin’ good, sweetheart,” he whispered, easing you back down to the bed as you fought to keep your eyes open.

“When will I see you again?” you managed to ask, your tongue heavy with exhaustion, slurring your words.

“I don’t know.  Next time I get hungry,” he shrugged.  “So you better be ready for me, woman,” he huffed, pulling the covers back over you to tuck you in, the gesture a stark juxtaposition to his rough tone.

Too tired to respond, you hummed in response, snuggling into your pillows.

Straightening, Bakugou took his time in gathering his clothes, unable to tear his eyes from your sleeping form.  You looked so soft and fragile in your slumber, not the feisty little thing you’d been earlier. 

Something strange squeezed in his chest and he frowned, finally wrenching his gaze away, turning to slip back out your window.

——

Invigorated after such a perfect meal, Bakugou made the journey home, not surprised to find his friends still awake, luxuriating in their own post meal glow, their spent thralls still lounging in the center of the cozy room in various states of torpor.

“Bakugou, hey!  There you are!” Kirishima exclaimed, sitting up as the blonde entered, shifting the woman in his lap, still buried to the hilt and warming the redhead’s cock.

“Where were you, man?” Sero asked, twisting to glance at him over the pile of plush cushions he was reclining atop.

“Out.  Hunting,” Bakugou replied curtly, not in the mood to be hassled by his friends.

“What, again so soon?” Kaminari exclaimed, tearing his eyes from the breast he was still lazily fondling.  “Didn’t you just feed like, yesterday?”

“Yeah, so?” Bakugou huffed defensively, shoulders tensing.

While it was true that he had fed just the night before, it had been nowhere near satisfying, leaving an emptiness in the pit of his stomach that had gnawed at him, driving him back to you.  Ever since he’d visited you the first time, nearly a week ago, he’d been unable to get you off his mind.  There was something about you that sung to him, calling him–a yearning that filled him deep inside, and you’d tasted so good, he couldn’t bring himself to stay away.

“If you were hungry, you could’ve said so, we had plenty to share,” Mina offered, gesturing to the remnants of their ‘take home meal’.

Just the thought of indulging in someone other than you turned his stomach, and Bakugou grimaced.  “S’alright,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“Where’d you go?  It’s not like you to go out if you don’t have to,” Kirishima pointed out with a thoughtful frown, his question stopping Bakugou in his tracks.

“The club,” he replied brusquely, hoping the answer would satisfy them and they’d stop prying.  He hadn’t been lying when he told you it wasn’t common to visit the same human more than once.  Familiarity often led to developing feelings, and relationships between humans and incubi were highly taboo, but that wouldn’t happen–not to him.  Bakugou was stronger than that.

The deal he’d struck with you was merely that, just a mutual symbiotic relationship, nothing more.

However, he knew he’d never hear the end of it if the others found out.  Luckily, though Kirishima looked doubtful, he didn’t press further and Bakugou nodded to him, bidding his friends his usual “g’night losers” before turning to retreat to his own chambers.

Throwing himself to his bed, he let out a groan, stretching his sore muscles before setting in to sleep, full and content.  However, every time he closed his eyes, you were waiting for him, and as much as he enjoyed your sweet pull, it frustrated him.

Why were you so damn addictive?

You were a puzzle that he needed to solve, a distraction he needed to get out of his system.  But you were sweet poison and if he wasn’t careful, you could very well be his undoing.

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“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.

reblogs appreciated, especially with comments! 💕

Tag list: @chibishae34 @patchworkpuzzle

What could a demon possibly want from a human? Most want their souls, others want blood. But for Aizawa, he just wants one thing; Sex. And he's currently looking for someone to be his for the rest of his life.

It only took him a few minutes of searching the busy city before you came into view and fell under his spell immediately. You had failed to notice the pair of black eyes that were following your every movement. But, what you didn’t fail to notice is a sweet smell in the air, a mixture of pumpkin, lavender, vanilla, and cinnamon. It sent a tingling feeling straight down to your core, making you clench around nothing. It only got worse the closer you got to your building, getting so bad that your arousal was running down your legs by the time you reached the door to your apartment.

"Hello there kitten." A voice had grumbled from the corner of your bedroom.

“Who are you and how did you get into my apartment?” You had questioned. Aizawa hadn't answered then, only looking at you as you squirmed under his gaze.

His black locks frame his face, partially hiding the horns that poke through. A long tail and black wings; something humans don’t have. He has a strong build, tight muscles straining against his expensive clothing. Your eyes traced their way down the v-line of his stomach, landing on a certain area.

“Eyes up here.”

You met his eyes briefly and blushed at his smirk. It made you throb, and you shook your head, tring to clear your mind of those nasty thoughts.

“You’re a demon aren’t you?” You ask, afraid of the answer. All Aizawa does is smile wider, something that makes you throb even more.

"Be mine." Is all he says before you're in his arms with your mind spinning.

“So pretty,” He whispers into the skin on your neck, his teeth grazing your flesh as he sucks, leaving behind a trail of bruises. “How about we make a deal kitten?” Aizawa asks as he looks you dead in the eye as he takes his time tracing your trembling lips and tear-stained face.

You stare back, trembling. "What do you want?"

"You." He says, as if he read your mind.

You stare at him, baffled beyond belief.

“Get up and come here.” He commands, moving to sit on the side of your bed. You listen, making your way off your hands and knees to stand in front of him. Your clothes are discarded quickly before you're yanked down hard by Aizawa and land on his lap. Aizawa flips you over onto your stomach and drapes you over him like a blanket without giving you any notice.

“For a human you’ve got a lot of ass, you know that?” He murmurs, as he slowly strokes your thighs, sending shivers down your spine. He squeezes your ass roughly, kneading it like dough, before delivering a hard slap that makes you yelp in pain.

"Is it painful?" With an amused tone, the demon asks, his hand softly rubbing your back. As a response, you gave a brief nod, which made the man laugh. “Now that's too bad."

Another spank was delivered to your rear, prompting you to bite your lower lip. A whimper escapes your lips as a result of the hot burning sensation. Surprisingly, you were quite aroused by what was going on. It shows too, your wetness increasing with each slap.

"Would you look at that, so turned on with just a couple of slaps?" Aizawa teases, running a hand up your puffy lips. He gathers your juices on his fingers and pops them into his mouth, licking them clean. Without warning, he delivers a slap to your vagina, causing a large wave of pleasure and pain to shoot through you. You moan and dig your nails into his thigh, your body shaking and tears running down your face.

Aizawa reaches for your warm cunt with his hand. Slowly, he placed his fingers on your swollen clit, sending a rush of ecstasy through your body and eliciting a quiet whine. Aizawa continues to slide his fingers up and down as you whimper softly, closing your eyes to fully focus on the pleasure town between your legs. It felt fantastic.

You try to suppress the lewd moan that's rising in your throat but fail miserably. You press your face into Aizawa’s thigh as it comes out, the vibrations heading straight for Aizawa’s erect penis. He grits his teeth, his movements stalling for a couple of seconds as he tries to focus on not cumming right on the spot.

Every time Aizawa speeds up his stroking, you're thrown back into an ideal of tremendous pleasure. Aizawa slips two fingers into your wetness, making you gasp, both hands grasping his leg to keep you from falling over. You arch your back with your eyes closed, assisting Aizawa in hitting your g-spot. All at once, the pressure that had been building in your core released in a mind-shattering orgasm.

He spreads your ass and watches as your juices run out of you. He hums softly before putting his fingers inside of you to push what’s wasted back in.

Before you have a chance to come down from your high, Aizawa is flipping you over again, this time sitting you on his lap.

“I like you. Do you know that human?” He says, rubbing your back gently. He loves your chocolate skin and plushy thighs. The way you take him perfectly, the way you look so heavenly beneath him. “Do you have any idea what I do to things that I like?”

You don't answer and decide to take that as a compliment, you're too worn out to try and fight him any more.

“Stupid human.” Aizawa grumbles, throwing you on the bed and wasting no time as he shoves his entire length into your heat, his hips thrusting into you at an incredibly fast pace.

You've lost all control of your body as unintelligible words and moans tumble past your swollen lips.

Flicking his tail in excitement, Aizawa groans, spreading his dark wings and ramming into you even faster, something you thought wasn’t possible.

Your legs shake as another orgasm is pulled from you, your energy completely spent. All you can do is lay there and allow Aizawa to use you as he wants to.

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-Timeskip-

"Hey kitten, where are you?"

"In here." You respond softly. Aizawa walks in to see you sprawled out in bed, laying down in the position he left you in earlier, cum slowly seeping out of your still puffy vagina.

There were days when Muzan had no orders to give. Even though he lived to serve, Akaza enjoyed his free days. Not fond of his guild colleagues, he spent that time honing his skills on a secluded part of the forest. Requiring no food, nor sleep, the upper-rank demon spent hours on a loop gesturing his techniques, practising them on bypassers who were unfortunate enough to catch his gaze.

As the villagers from an area started fearing him, Akaza made sure to flee. It was one of the most efficient ways to avoid or escape demon slayers – of course, if permission to kill them had not been granted beforehand by his master.

The moon was full that night when he stopped in what he chose as a training spot for the next period. The demon felt the strange silence around. No animals, nor birds, not even wind. The stillness of the place was bothering him for a reason he could not comprehend. Once he became a demon, Akaza had been freed from his human ability to feel, yet there was a coil in his stomach that disrupted his focus. However, he persisted in his meditation. That until an ear-bleeding shout captured his whole attention.

Set on annihilating the source of annoyance, Akaza hurried towards it. The senzorial path brought him to a small village whose nearby presence he had not been aware of. A trail of blood and a headless body in the middle of the road announced the presence of another demon. It couldn’t have been an upper-rank, Akaza was sure of that, for all of them had some sort of class. They wouldn’t go around killing meaningless people in remote poor villages. Therefore, it was probably a low rank, or worse, an animalistic version of an incomplete demon.

After deciding he had no reason to get his hands dirty with another’s problem, Akaza turned on his heels to leave. That was the moment his eyes briefly fell on the image of you, terrified, breathless, backed up in the corner of a room, desperate for help. He had seen you through a broken window and unintentionally frowned.

“Help me,” you mouthed, even though from his appearance you could tell he was a demon too.

A moment later, your attacker found you. He rushed towards, driven by the killing instinct and you shut your eyes, not yet prepared to die.

In the blink of an eye, with no apparent control over his actions, Akaza stood in front of you, a step away, holding the other demon’s head by the hair. You choked on your breath, partly relieved that you still had one, partly terrified by the second demon. This one’s aura radiated even more power, more evil.

“Why did I do this?” Akaza asked himself out loud, discarding the head next to the corpse. “Not my type to fight my own kind.”

He looked at you from head to toe, noticed the quick rhythm of your breaths, the messy hair and the tear-stained cheeks. Your clothes were covered in dust and blood, yet the smell didn’t trigger much in him. Since forever, Akaza has loathed weak humans. The sight of a weakling made his skin crawl, but there was something about you that painted a different image in his head.

When it came to you though, you felt already dead. There was no way a stronger demon would let you live after claiming you from another one. You couldn’t run, you couldn’t fight, you couldn’t even think straight. However, one thing caught your attention enough to rip you from your horror. This second demon talked. You assumed he even understood when you asked for his help, but could you actually communicate with him?

“T-thank you…” You muttered, jaw shaking too hard to articulate words properly.

The more he looked at your features, the deeper the hollow in Akaza’s guts. He did not quite understand what was happening but he could tell it was because of you. There was something a bit too familiar about you and being in the dark about it angered Akaza greatly.

“Get out. Get out of here,” he ordered in a heavy serious tone.

The low notes of his voice sent shivers down your spine but from the look on his face, you understood he would really let you go. Without wasting another second, you stormed outside and ran as far as your feet could take you.

Left behind with nothing but a new staking pain in his chest and a floating question, Akaza listened to the tick-tock of the clock mounted on the wall behind him until the realisation hit him.

“It can’t be,” he talked to himself again, as a load of memories he had lost a long time ago flooded his mind, making him lose his composure.

~

Killing a whole village did nothing but bring the demon slayers’ attention onto those parts of the land again, which got Akaza scolded – tortured – by Muzan, for being a disappointment of a son.

The wounds caused by his master differed from any other, so it took Akaza more time to heal. Although the Hashiras counted a small number and they were known to be scattered in all directions, Muzan’s order was clear: spread apart and stay hidden. He needed his higher ranks if he wanted to eliminate the demon slayers, so he could not afford to lose any of them.

Obeying as always, Akaza left the headquarters. At first, he thought he was running without a purpose or destination, especially because his mind was still tormented by images of you he had never seen before, of scenes that unfolded in his mind and which he recognised without having lived through them. However, he soon found himself at the gates of the village where he saved your life.

It had to be where you lived. He spent his night prying into every house in the village, careful not to be spotted until, eventually, his eyes found you. The coil in Akaza’s stomach returned and he stepped away from the window. It wasn’t in his character to make mistakes, therefore he felt utterly pathetic for knocking down a flower pot. He sensed the immediate silence laid in the room and tried leaving, but since his body felt heavier than ever, he only managed a few steps before he heard your voice.

“You’re back…”

You whispered, however he heard as loud and clear as the blood boiled in his veins. It was unbelievable.

“Did you eat anyone?” You asked with sadness in your voice.

“No,” he answered. “I’m not here to eat,” he continued, in the same serious but troubled tone.

You weren’t sure what had gotten into you for holding a conversation with a human-killing creature that could snap your neck in a second. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, nonetheless. Everything was interesting about the demon in front of you: from the colour of his hair and the mesmerising design of his tattoos, to the very existence of such a magic-borne being.

“Then why are you here?”

You did not receive an answer at first, which made you regret posing a question you haven’t thought through. The demon had not flinched since you opened the window but you couldn’t be sure of anything. Would you get away if you shut the window before he charged at you or was he faster than that? From the previous encounter you recalled his speed but why would he save you only to kill you later?

The more time passed in the static space, the harder it was for Akaza to control himself. With all the boundaries he had set, the selenar turned around and caught you staring.

“The last time our eyes met, you almost died,” he said.

“But not by your hand. You saved me. Why? And why are you here now? Please take me if you want, but leave my family alone,” you begged, teary-eyed by now, seeing the empty look in the demon’s eyes.

He found you bold for talking like that. You surprised him by not being as weak as he first saw you, yet again, he wasn’t showing his full nature. Maybe you did not fear him because you thought you could escape from that distance – how foolish. One step if he took towards would’ve been enough to scare the shit out of you.

You didn’t change the look in your eyes after his first step, though, so he continued. Your hand still held the window open after he walked half the distance. His interest was beyond spiked. From up-close, Akaza could see your arms shivering in fear and your bottom lip caught between your teeth. He analysed all your features and a tint of smile showed on his lips.

For you, the smile of a demon was terrifying. Hundreds of thoughts crossed your mind; dozens of regrets for things you’ve said and done – or haven’t – a multitude of wishes you’ve made upon a falling star, all your beautiful memories of life so far. You’ve sworn to yourself not to be weak again and to face your fears, yet you couldn’t look death in the eyes. Even if that death was strangely attractive.

His fingers were cold on your cheek and the fear of the upcoming death didn’t allow you to open your eyes. When a tear rolled down your cheek and touched his finger, Akaza retracted it. He sighed, then walked away. You kept your eyes closed for a few more moments before you dared to look around. Once again, you were still alive but now more puzzled than before.

No matter how much you struggled, you couldn’t put yourself to rest that night. You raked your brains on and on, questioning whether the trauma inflicted by the first demon took its toll on you, whether you had imagined the whole interaction or you were simply losing your mind.

For the next few days, you continued to live your life as normally as possible. However, when the night fell, you would move all the flower pots aside and keep your curtains open. It seemed like madness to wait, to hope that the striped demon would return, but the desire to speak to him again was burning bright.

You’d often fall asleep by the window sill, at the desk or even outside. Your family scolded you for your irresponsibility but since nothing bad happened, you continued. Little did you know that Akaza was close-by every night. His mere presence in the area kept all the demons away – and you safe. Unlike the first time, he hid himself better, to be able to watch over you without getting caught in the attention and trust you’d naively offer him.

Akaza loved to watch you braid your hair before bed, and remove your make-up. He looked away when you changed your clothes, scoffed seeing you pray, wondering why you would offer your faith to gods that allowed creatures to masacre one another. He would only come close to your window once he was sure your sleep was deep enough. He would count your shallow breaths and smile when you twitched in your sleep. Akaza spent a few nights in your unaware company and only left when the other inhabitants would wake up and start rummaging through the house.

On one occasion, right before dawn, when he was supposed to take his heart in his teeth and leave, Akaza went through something that changed him forever. You turned in your sleep and, following the desire in your dream, you grabbed his hand. The demon was too surprised to even react, so he remained there, trying to understand how he could feel the warmth of your touch with his soul instead of his hand. He was risking it – he was risking his own life staying there with you as the Sun climbed higher and higher from between the mountains.

The first second your eyes met his, you almost shouted. To be honest, it was terrifying to wake up to anyone staring at you in your sleep, let alone a demon. Nonetheless, you did not make a noise for Akaza’s hold was gentle.

“Don’t yell,” he said.

You retracted your hand when he freed it and you raised your head from the pillow. Summarily dressed, you felt exposed, so you pulled the blanket higher. What were you supposed to say? Was he there for a reason? The thought that he might have done something to you in your sleep hit hard, but before you imagined the worst scenarios, the demon talked again.

“I go by Akaza. As you very well know, I am a demon. I don’t understand why I am so drawn to you and I can’t control this feeling in my chest whenever I look at you.”

The words coming out of his mouth sounded surreal. You couldn’t hold back a sheepish smile. Was he saying he had feelings for you?

“If it matters, I find you interesting, too. Do you…” it was beyond reckless to even think something like that was plausible, let alone to request it, however you finished your question. “Do you want to be friends?”

He had heard that word before but he could not understand its meaning.

“Friends?”

“Yes. People become friends when they get along, understand each other and have similar interests.”

“You and I have nothing in common.”

“Well, because we don’t know each other.”

A few more seconds and he would have been trapped in your house until sundown.  Although your morning voice was the most soothing sound he had ever heard and he couldn’t erase the image of your hand in his, Akaza couldn’t risk his life for a human, he just couldn’t.

“Maybe another time,” he said as he vanished into thin air.

Of course, you re-lived the scene a thousand times and one throughout that day, and excused yourself from most human interaction as soon as the Sun set. You pretended to be sick and sad, so you would be left alone to rest when, in reality, you were waiting by the window to see Akaza again.

He did not visit you that night. Not the night after either. And for the following week you had trouble sleeping, picturing something bad happening to him. He was a vile creature, a murderer, yet there was something oddly familiar about him. With your will fixed on discovering that mystery, you paid a visit to the village’s elder. You asked him if he knew of anyone from the village to have been turned into a demon. Your question came off as suspect but you played it cool, blamed it on curiosity. The elder was, well, very old, no one knew his true age since most of his close relatives were dead, so you hoped he would be able to give you any drop of information. Even so, his only answer was that many had died by demons’ doing. Disappointed and even more conflicted, you returned home. The sound of the door being locked echoed in the room, birthing shivers down your spine. When you turned around, your face hit dead-cold skin.

“You shouldn’t roam around at night. There are demons in this area.”

Akaza’s deep voice pinned you on the spot.

“I’m… I’m sorry.”

“I don’t need your apology.”

“Then why did you scold me?”

“I couldn’t feel your presence here and I feared.”

With your heart drumming loudly, you took a step back to look up at him.

“That’s what a friend would do, you know?

That was the first night you didn’t sleep at all. You could tell something was different about the demon’s aura, so you decided to take your chance.

“What do you want to talk about? Or are you here to finally kill me?”

“I don’t kill women.”

“Right…”

Then, in the most natural way, you sat on the edge of the bed and tapped the spot next to you. To both your surprise, Akaza accepted to sit.

“I never held meaningless conversations,” he said.

“Well, I have. Let me introduce myself. My name is–...”

“I know who you are.”

“You do?”

“Yes. Or at least I think I do. You will probably find it hard to believe but you’re my lover.”

That demon boy was sitting so stiff on the bed, with his hands on his knees and a serious look on his face. What he said made no sense, but you tried to find an explanation.

“Uhm… as in you’ve chosen me to be your demon queen? Do I get to live forever? Wait, I don’t want to kill people…”

The natural childish way you reacted managed to steal a laugh from Akaza. It was more of a scoff but you caught the smile in the corner of his lips.

“Answer me this: a few nights ago you barely wanted to be friends with me and now I’m your lover? What if I don’t love you?”

When his memories returned to him, Akaza lost the track of time. Everything hit him at once and it hurt to remember all the horrors you and him have been through before he got turned. In his head, you were the you from back then, the you whom he’d sworn to protect with his life, the you whom he was supposed to marry. But you were not that person anymore.

About an hour later, your eyes were puffy and red from all the crying Akaza’s story caused you. You drenched your sleeves in tears and pulled your nose, you let out little squeaks and deep sighs, and by the time he reached the present time, a headache had installed.

“You haven’t changed a bit,” Akaza said.

“How can you say that? You’ve been a demon for at least a century… I am not your lover,” you sobbed through your words.

He saw you looking at the napkin on your desk, so he grabbed it and gently wiped the tears off your cheeks. The emptiness in his stomach, the lump in his throat and the burning urge to touch and hold you were taking their time torturing the demon who was not supposed to feel any of them. He pulled away when you looked him in the eyes, but the words were already rolling off his tongue.

“You are reincarnated, I’m sure of it.”

“Why am I not surprised? I mean, demons exist, why wouldn’t reincarnation be a real thing too?”

You scoffed and, although you were questioning if it was just a fever dream, the boy’s touch was palpably real.

“No one cries like you. And no one smells like you.”

The headache became unbearable. You curled up into a ball and kept hiccuping from all the earlier crying, all while watching the strange being on the edge of your bed. The story he had told you was insane and you had troubles believing it, but the more you tried to reject it, the more intense was that feeling deep inside you that you knew that man. You rewinded it back to the first time you saw him. Why did you call for him so naturally? How did you know he was going to save you? Did you, at least? Or was it just the most desperate measure you could take when your life was at stake?

“Akaza?”

A sad look was the only answer to your question.

“What is going to happen now? If all you said is true, then… what now?” You asked, wiping your cheek on the pillow and hugging the blanket more.

Not only was it the strangest thing to have ever happened, but it also was sad. Out of all the boys in the world, you had your heart set ablaze by a dead one. How foolish and futile was that? Yes, he was gentle; yes, he had saved your life; yes, he worried for you and visited you, but… a heart which doesn’t beat can’t love, right?

As he remained silent, you searched within yourself the power to send him away, to ask him to forget you. The sheet got wrinkled by your restless fingers that put on display the nervousness writhing in your soul. Unexpectedly, Akaza’s cold hand found its place on top of your warm one and he squeezed it. When you looked into his eyes this time, they weren’t empty anymore.

“I understand that I have lost everything. My existence is pointless now, aside from the fact that I serve my master’s purpose. I am but a mercenary and my only aspiration is to get stronger than I already am… but I remember now that I wanted to become stronger before too, so I could protect you. And when I failed to do so, the trauma must’ve instilled in me and became the reason I accepted to be turned into a demon. It gave me more power, but it didn’t give you back.”

The light squeeze of his fingers electrified your whole arm, and before his lips parted to spill more explanation and apologies, you sat up and hugged his torso. He got startled by it, of course, but made no move to reject, nor welcome you. Right there, with your face hidden underneath one half of his short, cut-open haori, you made a promise you had no idea how you could keep:

“I will help you get back everything you’ve lost.”

The words shouldn’t have had that much impact on the demon since he knew time was irreversible, yet after experiencing other feelings than anger and blood hunger for the first time in a hundred years, Akaza indulged himself in the grain of hope sowed in his soul by you. He had second thoughts about hugging you back, not sure how hard he should squeeze, not sure whether the cold skin of his arms would harm you, not sure whether you wanted him to touch you in return. So he sat there, feeling the increasing rhythm of your heart beats, until you pulled away.

“Why are you laughing?” Akaza asked, seeing how you wiped some tears while giggling.

“I was just thinking about this whole situation and I can’t believe it’s real.”

“I am more confused than you are…”

When the morning light became too threatening, Akaza bid you farewell, but this time he didn’t disappear without a trace. He climbed the edge of your window and before crossing outside, he felt his shirt grabbed.

“Don’t just… lurk, ok? Come see me again,” you requested.

With a simple nod of his head, Akaza slipped from your grasp and sped toward the forest.

If before he chose not to interact too much with his upper-rank colleagues, now he did his best to avoid them. He was sure they would notice something had changed in his attitude and he couldn’t afford to be considered weak, or worse, to have them feel your smell from his clothes and put you in danger. He was known as a lonely wolf, so being away for a long time didn’t stir anyone’s interest, not even Muzan’s, especially since Akaza kept fulfilling all the missions assigned to him and kept his master pleased. Lucky for him, he thought, as he made his way towards your village after a few days’ absence.

The closer he got to your house, the better he could feel your scent. The thought of being in your presence again made him nervous and tied his insides in such a way he believed he would vomit. Why he was in that state, how it was even possible, the demon could not understand.. He was paying attention to all the sounds coming from where you were, afraid to hear or find any sign that a bad thing had happened to you. And then he saw you – combing your hair in front of the mirror, still wearing your day time clothes. Quickly and unforeseen, Akaza looked around and after finding what he was looking for, he closed the distance between him and you.

He knocked on the open window frame with two knuckles and called your name. You smiled seeing his reflection in the mirror and turned to welcome him properly. However, only after you stood up and saw him fully, did you realise he had brought you a gift: a handful of white wild flowers, harshly picked from the ground.

“Akaza…”

“If you don’t like them, you can throw them away.”

“What?! No! I love them!” You exclaimed, cupping your palms around the flowers’ stems.

You were too astonished by the gesture and by the beauty of such simple flowers that you didn’t notice the shy smile Akaza displayed. You welcomed him inside the room and closed the windows to make sure no one could hear the two of you talking in the middle of the night. The amount of questions you would be getting from your family if they heard voices from your room at night, let alone a male’s, was something you did not want to face.

“Why are you not in bed yet?” Akaza asked, seeing you fully dressed, with no trace of tiredness on your face.

“I slept a bunch of hours earlier so I wouldn’t be sleepy. I thought we could do… things.”

Your voice faded as you realised how much of an innuendo was what you just said. Even more, Akaza’s thin brow lifted in surprise and you panicked.

“Wait, no, I didn’t mean it as… you know…” you tried to explain, fidgeting with the hem of your dress. “I was thinking we could go outside, for a walk through the forest or something like that…”

“We could, if that’s what you want,” he replied and opened the windows back, to get outside.

It boggled your mind how easy he crossed the sill, well, not that his physique didn’t announce he had quite an amount of abilities. You, on the other hand, needed to bring a chair in front of the window to climb up. Your long dress was an impediment to spreading your legs on each side of the wall, so you ended up on your knees on the window frame.

“What are you doing?” Akaza asked, looking at you with his head tilted to the side.

“I am struggling, as you can see. Could you please… lend me a hand?”

He watched you climb up; he saw you making the wrong moves that got you in that weird posture and made it almost impossible for you to get outside the house without falling face forward on the ground. He reached both his hands toward you but before you detached yours from the window frame, that you held for dear life, and reached them to grab Akaza’s, he had already caught you by your waist and behind your knees, and lifted you just enough to get you outside. Your arms circled his neck by instinct and you found yourself touching your nose against his for a moment. You were lightweight to him, so he didn’t feel the need to put you on your feet too soon.

“Th-thank you,” you muttered, looking away.

“No problem,” he answered as he put you down.

The weather was warm in that period of the year and not even deep in the forest could you feel any cold wind. The only sound the two of you heard was the one of your own steps. Well, maybe a nocturnal rodent here and there, who ran at the first scent of humans, or an owl who judged from a high tree branch.

You told Akaza your life story, which was really not a long one, with way less events than his. You gladly answered all the questions he had, which seemed to be his way of confirming that you were the reincarnation of his lover. Because of that, you talked about many things that night. About your family and how close you were to them, about your favourite food and beverage, about your hobbies, your fears and your dreams, even about your type of men.

“I don’t know my type in men,” you admitted with a face fully on fire. “I’ve never been close with a man. My parents received a request for my hand in marriage three years ago, but I refused so vehemently to become a wife at 15 and I was lucky enough they understood and accepted my feelings.”

So you were 18. The same age he was when you died. Maybe it was not too late, after all. Well, except for the fact that he was a non-ageing immortal and you were a human. He scoffed at his foolish thoughts and re-focused on what you were saying right when you noticed he was paying attention anymore.

“I am becoming boring, is that right?”

“No, not at all. I was just thinking about something and lost my attention. I’m sorry.  What were you saying?”

“Most probably something not as important as the thing that distracted you. What was it? May I know?”

For the longest moment, Akaza pondered whether to speak his mind or not. Eventually, seeing you wait so patiently for him to make a decision, he confessed.

“I was thinking that maybe it’s not too late.”

“Too late for what?”

“For this.”

Akaza had never held something gentler and more carefully in his hand than how he did with your hand in that moment. He started walking immediately after, pulling you along. And you mindlessly followed him. Your palm was burning at the touch, and you wondered for a second if it was only in your imagination or he was using some magic technique on you. But he wasn’t. He was feeling the same burn in his palm and it spread throughout his body as the two of you continued on your walk.

The world around disappeared. No more sounds, no more images, no more smells. The only things that existed were you and Akaza, holding hands and walking in complete silence towards the unknown. If someone were to see you, they would’ve believed you got charmed by the demon and led to certain death, but they could not even comprehend the truth that the demon was the one charmed.

When the birds began waking up and their trills broke away the intimacy, Akaza fell sad.

“I have to go…”

“I know. I can walk back home by myself, don’t worry.”

“Under no circumstance I would let that happen.”

“But the Sun is coming up. If you can’t withhold it, neither can other demons. I will be fine.”

“Demons or not, this forest is full of wild animals. Let’s take you back first.”

“But there won’t be enough time.”

“Not if we walk.”

Super-strength wasn’t the only ability the demon had, you figured, but a light-speed piggyback ride wasn’t something you expected. Or enjoyed. The moment your feet felt the ground again, you almost vomited.

“I’m sorry… I should’ve known your human body couldn’t handle this…” Akaza apologised, placing a hand on your back.

“I’m good. I’m just going to rush to the bathroom with morning sickness. It’s fine, really. At least I don’t have to fake sleep when my parents come to check on me,” you giggled a bit but then covered your mouth.

“Take care,” he added before leaving.

The few following nights unfolded the same, with you sneaking out of your house and roaming around the woods with your demon boyfriend. Well, you labelled him like that but the truth was that you never asked him what you two were. He had called you his lover, but only once, and never since. The question you wanted to ask moved like a whirligig and all the things you did together only added more speed to its spin.

You braided flower crowns with him in the middle of the night and placed them on each other’s head. You stargazed by the lake’s shore and told him all the stories you could remember from when you were a child. Little by little, Akaza re-experienced things he had long lost sight of. The smile you wore when your eyes fell on him, the joyful exclamation whenever you found a peculiar flower, the childish giggles when your feet touched the cold lake water, they all almost jump-started his heart.

He was sure he was lying to himself by believing your escapades meant something. He was afraid it was all a curse or a charm cast upon him by some other demon or by a witch or even by Muzan himself as a punishment for betraying his own kind and fraternising with a human. He spent every second admiring you, listening to you, hoping it was not the last one, hoping he wouldn’t blink at one point and it would all turn to blood and suffering.

“Akaza?”

Your voice pulled him out of a trance he wasn’t aware he fell into.

“Yes?”

“Do you like me?”

He felt repulsed by humans. He hated them, their joyful breathing and the colour of their skin. He despised how selflessly they lived their lives and how little price they put on strength and integrity. He could not stand their greed, their cowardness, their backstabbing. And he couldn’t forgive any of them for hurting the weaker ones. But you were like no other human. You were perfect and you were his – even if that was just a dream.

“Maybe you don’t understand the question…” you added, “so I should explain.”

If he had still had a beating heart, it would’ve stopped the moment your hand touched his on the grass. You leaned to the side and touched the whole length of his muscular arm with your body, breast squished against his upper arm and cheek resting on his shoulder.

“Being with you makes me smile. I feel safe and wanted, accepted as I am and free to do whatever I wish when I’m out here with you. I worry about you as long as the Sun is up and I feel butterflies in my stomach when it sets because I know you will come.”

You brushed your cheek on his shoulder and traced the straight dark-blue line on his arm with your pointer finger.

“When you hold my hand I can barely breathe and when you grab me by the waist I catch on fire. I like you, Akaza. Do you like me?”

There were many times when he had gazed at your body form. There was magic flowing through his veins but when you would straighten your back to reach a higher branch, or bend down to pick a pebble, Akaza could swear he felt hot blood speeding through his body. If there was anything that could bring life back into him, that was you.

Full of self-conflict and second thoughts, Akaza glided his hand behind you on the ground, so he could become less tall while sitting next to you. His lips brushed a few strands of your hair before he dared to place a kiss on the top of your head. As if that was the green line you needed, you tilted your head until you could see his face again. Although he smiled as usual, he couldn’t completely hide the desire in his web-textured eyes. Two of his fingers lifted your chin a bit higher for his lips to crash onto yours.

Goosebumps spread through your entire body when the things you most wanted but least expected happened. You held onto the sides of his haori and pulled him closer and closer until you felt his hand abandoning the grass in favour of your waist. The flimsy dress moved up when you straddled the boy. The contact of your lips remained unbroken as you shifted your bodies seeking for a more comfortable position. Akaza’s hands travelled from your waist to your thighs and then advanced underneath your clothing. He would’ve probably never done that as a human boy, but something from his demonic attitude offered him enough confidence to do so. You shivered under his touch and dug your nails in his shoulders. Being crushed to Akaza’s chest, having your breaths kissed away and feeling his body through the clothes erased every bit of decency and rationality you had.

“So you like me too,” you whispered, freeing your mouth.

As a more categorical answer, Akaza wrapped his arms around your waist better, reaching to hold onto his elbows, caging you completely. The position was arousing, especially for someone like you who had only imagined being in a similar situation up until then. However, none of the demon’s gestures or touches gave off any sexual intention. He kissed your lips again, indulging himself in a taste he’d never felt before, despite having drank human blood and eaten human flesh. This time, his instincts were guiding him towards a different type of tasting. It was only your lips’ effect on his that made them warm and you smiled when he trailed his mouth down your chin, to the column of your throat. Your fingers tangled in his pinkish hair when his mouth reached the crook of your neck, earning you a guttural moan from him.

The general momentum of his gestures mellowed you so much that you sat on him with your whole body, no longer having the power to stand on your knees. Naturally, he squeezed you, dug his fingers in your skin harmlessly and couldn’t help himself but push up against you.

It puzzled you that Akaza’s body reacted like a human one would, but the questions faded as quickly as they appeared when your lover’s mouth returned on yours. There was no doubt anymore that you both wanted each other. It was probably not going to work, it was probably dangerous and no normal human being would even think about doing such a thing with a demon, yet…

The flower crown on the boy’s head fell when you pushed him to lay down. His body was receptive to your touches; every tickle of your fingertips on his chest and torso made Akaza shiver. For the first time since he could remember, the demon allowed himself to shut his eyes when being in the presence of another person. He knew he was safe with you. He let you place kiss after kiss on his jaw, neck and chest, worrying not even for a second that you would harm him.

It all felt divine for Akaza. He had deemed himself unworthy of any happiness, yet the euphoria you offered him begged to differ. It felt equally amazing for you, to feel a man’s touch, a man whom you had feelings for, and to desire so desperately to give yourself to him. His hands wandered every joint of your limbs and every curve of your frame. He wanted you more than he should've, but before he could settle his breaths and gather words, you had untied his pants.

Never in 133 years of roaming Earth has he felt as good, regardless of what sensations he tried. Welcomed into the very essence of your being, Akaza sank as much as he could. Even if pleasant, the pain made you prompt your palms on his bare chest, a fact which didn't escape his attentive eyes.

"Does it hurt?"

Bottom lip caught between your teeth, you nodded briefly, digging your fingertips in his pectorals. In a swift movement, Akaza sat up and glued his forearms on your back, pulling you in a soft embrace.

"We don't have to move, we can stay like this."

But you wanted to move. You were down to bear any pain he could cause you as long as he loved you. You hugged his head and ground on him a little, getting used to the stretch.

The earlier selflessness came from his care for you, but only he himself knew the things he wanted to do to you. Seeing you so eager still, he couldn't stop from smiling next to your ear before commencing a trail of sloppy kisses on your neck and shoulders.

With the same hands he picked flowers for you, Akaza now gripped harshly at your asscheeks as he helped you bounce up and down on him. The sounds flowing from your tongue and into his ear, mind-numbing as they were, made his love and lust overflow.

Once he felt your thighs giving out, he figured the position would no longer be pleasant, so he switched it to you laying on the ground and him between your legs. You caressed his face with all ten fingers, contoured his tattoos and butterfly-touched his coloured eyelashes. Such an exquisite creature that human had turned into, and even now, ripped from all sense of material existence, that demon made love to you. His slow thrusts gave you the impression he was reaching every inch of your soul, his breaths adsorbed in your skin pores and his heart pumped blood through your veins.

"I love you, Akaza," you whispered as he leaned to kiss your lips.

"It's Hakuji. My human name was Hakuji," he whispered back, making your foreheads touch. "You're making me feel human again."

A tear rolled quickly down your cheek and infiltrated the soil, escaping Akaza's eye. If only that was possible…

Nights in a row ended – some even began – with craving each other: the presence, the loving look, the sweet words and the warmth of each other's bodies. But as no night is meant to be eternal, right before sunrise, you’d have to go back to the painful reality of being separated by nature. Even for Akaza, who lived decades in the dark, the waiting was unbearable. There were times when he swore himself he’d risk it all just to see you a second earlier. For you – all the same. The light hours seemed endless and your patience was running thinner with each passing day. However, you made use of all that time to fulfil your promise. You spoke of your daily activities to him all the time, yet you kept your research hidden, afraid of your boyfriend’s reaction.

Spending all day in the town’s library and requesting books the staff wasn’t even sure should be put at your disposal raised many people’s suspicions, one of them being none other than the elder. When he confronted you, of course, you denied any hidden intention and only expressed your pure curiosity regarding demons and how they existed. Everyone was afraid of the demons, the elder included, and a weak girl like you could never truly be suspected not to fear them, therefore he answered some of your questions, leaving much room for interpretation. Little did he know that someone eavesdropped your entire conversation.

“Why do you want so much to know how demons come to be?”

You heard a feminine voice from behind you as you were gathering your stuff to return home. You have seen that woman in the town now and then. She was beautiful, elegant and seemed forever young.

“Pardon my lack of manners, please, I was just so very intrigued by your conversation. You see, I am a doctor and my duty is to help… People of all kinds to live  better lives. My name is Tamayo.”

“Demons, if they truly exist, fascinate me,” you began, “but I don’t see why you would be interested in this as a doctor.”

There was something in the woman’s aura that seemed familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“Demons do exist, but their existence is miserable,” Tamayo admitted out in the open, leaving you completely dumbfounded.

“This is nonsense… how could th–...”

“I can sense demon scent all over you, child. Who is he? How do you want to help him?”

Again, the straightforwardness took you aback, and you rushed to grab everything and leave.

“I can help you. He wouldn’t be the first one,” the woman continued, catching your forearms.

“Who are you?”

The lump in your throat altered your voice, making it obvious for the woman that you were afraid, so she let go of you and stepped back.

“I, too, am a demon, but I felt so guilty for my nature that I tried finding a cure for it. A way to control it, even a way to turn back.”

From the first second you had met her, you knew she was not a normal human, but it all made much more sense now. The terror in your eyes faded, to be replaced by hope. Maybe that person could really help you and Akaza be together the way you wished to.

“Is there really a way to turn a demon back into a human?”

A solemn nod of Tamayo’s head made your chest feel warm, but it also brought the possibility of a high price requiring to be paid in order to defy nature and magic.

A few days later, with instructions deeply engraved in your mind and a viale in your pocket, you met Akaza at your usual spot. He noticed the slight distress you were trying so desperately to hide, but he paid not much mind to it. Surely something not of your liking happened during the day – maybe another pretender to your hand in marriage – and surely you would talk about it later.

Even with his hands on you, even with his lips caressing your skin, even after being whispered caring words to, you remained tense. He couldn’t contain his worry any longer, so he abandoned the pretence.

“You’ve grown disgusted with me, haven’t you?”

The question hit you like a punch in your guts. You frowned at once and cupped his cheeks desperate to erase that thought from his mind.

“How could I ever?! I love you! Why would you say that?”

“You’ve barely paid attention to me tonight. Barely responded to any of my words or touches. Do you want me to stop visiting you? Are you afraid of me?”

It hurt him to say those things, to ask those questions. It made him feel as the dangerous being he was, unworthy of love and happiness. He had envisioned his life would go on like that until the day you could no longer breathe; with him basking in your presence, in the joy he seemed to bring you. After a while, Akaza even forgot his early on thought that he might be living a mirage and it might end as soon as he lowers his guard.

“I want you to stop visiting me because…”

There it was, his non-beating heart broke then and there. He squeezed your hand that he was still holding and a surreal image, a not-yet-happened memory appeared in front of his eyes, with you walking away forever.

“...because I want you to live with me.”

“Is this some sort of sick joke you’re playing on me? You know I can’t stay in the Sun, and you know I need to feed on humans. How could I possibly live with you? Why would you say this?”

“Would you turn back into a human for me, Hakuji?”

The panic and sadness in the demon’s eyes were enough of a sign that you shouldn’t stall it any longer. Truth had to go out hard and fast. You pulled the little bottle from your pocket and showed it to him in the moonlight.

“I don’t know if she’s a friend of yours or not, but a so-called Lady Tamayo helped me create this serum. It’s supposed to turn you back into a human if I inject it to you and then…”

The boy stared at the viale filled with blood for a few moments and then looked at you. He searched for your hand through the grass and then pressed his forehead against yours.

“Lady Tamayo is insane. That thing won’t turn me back into a human. That thing is impossible.”

Anger mixed with sadness and bubbled in your stomach. “She said she’s done it before.”

He shook his head lightly, but didn’t add anything else. He had heard from other demons about Tamayo, the traitor, and as much as he wanted now to believe he could have a chance at a new life with you, Akaza couldn’t trust the content of the bottle.

“What if it doesn’t work? How do we even know it works?” He asked, reconsidering his earlier reaction.

You wiped away the tears caused by his total rejection and looking away from him, you answered with the thing he wished the most not to hear.

“You have to be seriously injured after… so your body would spread the substance faster as it tries to regenerate… You would have to stay in the Sun.”

That night felt like it lasted longer than any other before it. The tension between the two of you pinned you to the ground, making you unable to go on your routine walk. There was no hooting owl, no wind, no frog singing by the lake. It all seemed like a theatre scene where all characters are frozen, awaiting for the main ones to perform the final act.

You couldn’t speak. Akaza couldn’t either.

You both wished to forget the earlier moments and just succumb in each other’s embrace, as usual, but it felt forbidden.

You believed you changed the way you looked in his eyes. Asking him to change himself, to risk all that he was for your sake, for being with you, felt like the worst thing you could ask of the man you loved. But it was for the love you nurtured for him that you had tried to find a cure in the first place. You wanted to give him his life back, to give him a shot at happiness, to give him back what had been stolen from him.

He was almost sure he had gone too far. Why did he believe, even for a second, that he could give you what you wished for? Him, a neither dead, nor alive being, cursed by evil, sentenced to hide in the dark and prey on a similar species in order to survive. Akaza clenched his fists thinking that he stole too much time from you. He had made you fall in love with him, had given you expectations, had made you his unrighteously and now… of course you wanted more. But how could he give you that? Wouldn’t you hurt more if he had died? Yet again, was it worth it to continue living if even after finding his lover again, in another life, he could not be truly happy? Maybe his last decision was to accept becoming a demon. Maybe he was destined to outlive every reincarnation of his lover and be forever alone, dead and cold inside. Maybe his curse was that he caused pain to his lover no matter in what form they were.

“I love you. Always and forever. And if we ever meet again, I hope we can have a chance together,” Akaza finally talked to you.

Tears rolled down his cheeks when he faced you, but he was smiling.

“I will do it. For you, I will do everything. At least, if I die, you’ll forget me, eventually, and find happiness among your kind.”

You jumped to your knees and hugged his head to your chest. Cheeks burning from tears and mouth dry, you squeezed him as hard as you could, feeling your chest crack with every deep breath you took.

“You will not die. I believe in you, I believe in us!”

Nothing happened after the manufactured blood entered Akaza’s system. He didn’t feel any different, so a tint of anxiety creeped its way into your mind. There were only a few hours left of the night, which could mean only a few hours left of your shared love. That concern made it somehow natural to make love, maybe for one last time. It was soft and slower than usual, as if you tried to lengthen the moment, to stretch the time to impossible extent, but all things have an end, be them good or bad.

His head rested under your chin, arms wrapped fully around your body and you outlined his tattoos again, as you both laid on the ground, waiting for the Sun to shine. Although you decided to stay awake, ready to help him hide from the Sun in case the cure didn’t work, the orgasm, the worry and the exhaustion took their toll on you and you fell prey to sleep.

When the morning breeze took the guarding shade of the trees’ leaves, you opened your eyes in horror. Realising you had failed to stay awake, you started crying, already thinking that you lost Akaza forever and it was only your fault. It took you a few seconds of terror to realise that you were however still embracing a body.

The dark fluffy hair that appeared in your sight was strange. You looked at the body below it and did not recognise it. There were no tattoos, the muscles were a bit smaller, even the smell of the skin was different. And the skin was warm. Tears poured heavily from your eyes when you realised Akaza’s body wasn’t burning in the sun. But he wasn’t moving. You raked your hands through his hair, sat up, rested on your elbow to look at him, and he still had no reaction. The serum worked but what if he had been a demon for too long and his human body couldn’t handle the shift?

You cried for a few moments more, looking at how beautiful he was as a human, almost recognising him from a past life. With a heavy heart you pulled yourself from your lover’s embrace, not sure what you were supposed to do now. However, you couldn’t part from him completely, not yet, at least. As you leaned to kiss his lips goodbye, you felt a faint but steady and warm breath tickling your face.

“Hakuji!” You shouted, jumping to your knees and touching his body more vigorously.

The sound of your voice scared him. Poor boy jumped from his sleep and his first reaction was to hide from the light. You turned your body into a shield above him, as much as you could, fearing that maybe the Sun was still harming him somehow, but when you heard him laugh and let out a few heavy breaths, you retook your original spot.

“Hakuji?” You called again, afraid that maybe his memory got erased.

When he lifted his face, pure happiness was painted all across it. Hakuji was crying and smiling altogether, with his human hands lifted in the air, his human heart beating hard against his human rib cage and his human lungs getting filled with oxygen. He reached and hugged you to his chest, stood up to his feet and lifted you with him. You started laughing when he spinned you in the air, still strong enough to hold you as if you were a feather, and when he finally let you touch the ground, your lover spoke.

“It worked. You saved me…”

You couldn’t decide what words to blurt out first, for: “I love you”? “You’re welcome”? “I’d do it again”? “Thank you for believing in me”? You wanted to say them all at once, so you said none; just laughed and cried, hurrying to kiss your lover before taking him home.

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