"How are my babies?" Warm arms wrapped around her waist from behind, hands folding to cup her belly as though he could already feel the fetuses.

"I'm fine. Everything's fine."

Dabi hummed and drew the paint brush from her hand. "Is this shit safe to use while you're pregnant? Doesn't it contain heavy metals and shit?"

"I know what I'm doing," she snapped, gesturing to the open windows around the small flat. "I'm ventilating the area, wearing coveralls, and being careful. I'm a painter, Dabi. I'm not going to just stop painting."

"You could switch to something else, like pencils or watercolor." He was taking her attitude in stride; a few times now Ayumu had heard him mumbling something about hormonal women. She had wanted to round on him and rant about forced pregnancy and violations of reproductive rights, but that would not better her situation. For whatever reason her pregnancy seemed to make him more relaxed, less likely to turn scary on her. It had been a while since the murderous look had come to his eye.

His sexual appetite, however, had only increased to a frenzy.

"And my twins?" His lips skimmed her throat. "How are they?"

"They're fine. Nothing new to report."

Dabi's warm hands unzipped her coveralls and slid them down her shoulders so his hands could rove over her stomach. The man must have had a pregnancy fetish tied to his obvious breeding kink. While the latter could be hot during sex, the former was too permanent, too real.

Wet kisses trailed over her skin as he slipped the spaghetti string tank top to join the pooling cloth at her waist. "How d'you feel about another threesome, baby girl? Filling these holes up before you might be put on bedrest."

Fuck you, He was incorrigible and worse.

"It sounds like you want it," Ayumu murmured as she let herself lean against his warmth.

He hummed against her bare shoulder. "Yeah, but I wanna know who you would rather join us. You want Shigaraki's fat dick, or the pretty boy hero?"

She wanted a break from sex, a break from Dabi. For so long she had pushed that thought down, knowing that not only was it not going to happen, but any attempt would piss off the fire user at best and cause her death at worst.

Though now it wasn't only her that needed to be considered. He was oddly into the whole pregnancy, ecstatic that there were twins growing inside of her. Maybe she could use that against him.

"I've been more careful with my Quirk lately."

Why? There was the obvious that it damaged him, but he was fairly dismissive of his own health and wellbeing, instead focused on his goal.

What is his goal?

"I'll choose for you. Birdy boy has been texting to hang out again. He liked you." He kissed a line up her throat. "How d'ya think he'll take the news?"

"The pregnancy is making me tired," Ayumu complained. "Can't we stay home?" She craned her neck to peer at him over her shoulder, eyes wide and plaintive in the face of his burning blues.

He stared for a moment before leaning forward and kissing her gently. "Not tonight, then. I'll tell him to hold his tail feathers."

"Thank you." How ridiculous that she had to thank him for not making her have sex with someone else. What the fuck had she let happen to her life?

There were leftovers in the fridge enough that they scavenged for themselves, her eating veggies and rice and him slurping up noodles. It was strangely domestic as they watched Netflix

"Maybe I should get them both to come over some time."

Ayumu turned a questioning look his way and he grinned.

"What? You're telling me you haven't thought about it?"

"I haven't," she responded evenly.

His hand skimmed the bare meat of her thigh. "All three of us could fill you up. Wouldn't that be hot? Shigaraki's big cock in your pretty pussy, me filling your ass, and the hero choking you?" Dabi leaned forward and nuzzled her throat.

"Can you go ten minutes without thinking with your dick?" Ayumu shoved her bowl aside and glared at him.

Dabi pulled back and inspected her face, fluorescent eyes narrowing; her heart rate kicked up. "You really need to cut the attitude. I've been pretty nice, haven't I?

"You've been suffocating."

"You've been a brat." One heated hand wrapped around her throat, gentle but threatening as the pads brushed her pulse. "I know you're a painslut, but I gotta be careful how I punish you while you're carrying my twins. But you just keep digging your grave, don't you?" Dabi pulled her forward and spoke the next words against her lips. "Do you want me to punish you so badly? Hm?"

Ayumu swallowed. "Dabi…"

He kissed the corner of her mouth. "Touya." His other hand slipped to her waist. "Call me Touya."

"T-Touya." The last time she had used that name, he'd looked like he would kill her. He'd practically threatened to torch her.

"Fuck, say it again." He pressed her back onto the rug, mouthing down her throat.

Ayumu stared at the ceiling as he laid kisses and love bites over her. "Touya."

He groaned, licking a stripe down her stomach. "You're so fucking beautiful like this, you know. Wanna keep you like this forever." Her shorts and panties were slid off, leaving her only in a tank top that he'd pushed up to reveal her breasts. That clever pierced tongue dipped into her navel before venturing lower.

Her hips canted up as he started eating her out; this was a task best done by those who had vulvas of their own in her experience, but Dabi did nothing by halves. He was practically buried in her, nose inhalations tickling at her pubic hair, teeth scraping at the hood of her clit and tongue flicking at what was revealed. He groaned, slipping arms beneath her and hands gripping her hips to hold them down. Lazy blue eyes seared up to watch her face.

He lapped up the slick from between her legs, long tongue hotter even than her core as it eased against her hole.

"So beautiful, baby girl." He pulled away, mouth and chin glistening, and removed one hand to slip two fingers into her, her back arching, mouth dropping open. "Feeling good, baby? Yeah, I know you are. You love this, don't you?" His fingers twisted and rubbed her insides until she was writhing, "Tell me you love it."

"Yes," she murmured. "Yes, I love it. Touya."

Those words stoked a madness in him and his mouth latched back on her as his fingers continued their work. When he brought her to orgasm, she was shocked that he didn't drown in the flood of fluids. Her walls were still fluttering when he rose over her, kissing her with his fingers wet from her juices between their mouths. His dick slid into her as if coming home, and she wrapped her limbs around him.

"Say my name," he prompted again, and she chanted it into his ear. "Fuck. Tell me you love me."

Ayumu's mouth opened to obey, but she realized just in time what he'd ordered, and her voice froze, brows twitching into a frown. "I—"

"Say it. C'mon, doll. Say you love me."

He stroked up to her throat and she read the threat in it, tears rushing to her eyes as she stuttered the words. "I love you, Touya."

He didn't last long after that but went down to bring her again once he'd finished, so she was panting by the time he collapsed beside her. He turned on his side to smile down at her but froze when he saw tears streaming down her cheek. Dabi sat up. "You okay, doll?"

She followed him up, hand striking his cheek as quick as thought.

"What the fuck?" He grabbed her wrists.

"Don't you ever make me do that again."

He rolled his eyes as she could practically see the word 'hormonal' floating through his mind. "What, have sex?"

"No," Ayumu spat. "Tell you that— that I—" She shook her head. "Don't make me say that."

"Tch, don't get all uptight about it. It's only words." He tugged her to his chest despite her struggles.

"It isn't just words, Dabi." If he cared that she was using his villain alias again, he didn't comment. "Not that you care, but those words mean something to some of us. But you just take and take and take."

He stroked the bumps of her spine, laughing coldly. "So?"

"Why? When we met—" she hesitated but pushed forward. "When we met, you were all for negotiating with me, setting boundaries, respecting limits. So why?"

Hungry fingers roamed her back and sides. "Consensual pussy is easier, less risky, and it's better when everyone has fun. But then you fucked it up trying to play hero."

"Yeah, then you decided to keep me as a pet instead of kill me," she muttered into his shoulder.

Dabi huffed amusedly. "I was never gonna kill you, doll. It was always gonna be this way. You're the last piece of the puzzle. You're gonna give me what I need to complete my vision."

The venom behind his words as his thoughts drifted toward his plan stirred her stomach. She was a part of his master plan now, was she? "Your revenge against your father?"

He hummed. "That's part of it, yeah. That's where it started." He laid his cheek on her head. "But it's more than that now. Now I'll have a legacy."

Anger licked up her chest. "You're exactly like him." His ministrations paused. "You forced this pregnancy on me. You keep me caged up. Just like her."

Ayumu thought he might murder her at last, releasing her from the tightrope she walked on a daily basis, ever threatening to fall into the abyss.

"No." He tightened his embrace. "I'm much worse."