#He doesn't know how to feel about having a femine figure

[inkskinned]

you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.

you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.

he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.

a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.

he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.

you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.

people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.

wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.

also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.

he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."

you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.

"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."

he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.

you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.

is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?

you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.

[mk-wizard]

What Elita-One Taught Me About Femininity and its Importance to Feminism

Hi. Since there are so many articles and videos that talk about what Optimus Prime taught young boys about masculinity and being a real man, I wanted to do an article about my favourite lady Transformer who is none other than the better half of Optimus: Elita-One. And when I mean Elita-One, I mean the definitive version not the TF One version who is an immature teenager who still has growing up to do and not the Skybound version who is an angry broken shell of what she used to be (the real Elita-One is unbreakable but more on that later).

Specifically, I want to talk about what she taught me about femininity and how important it is to true feminism and yes, a character who only appeared once can have a profound effect. Think of female characters who appear in one off films or mini series. Anyway, I grew with the TFs, but rewatched the episodes in my very late teenage years which is when I could really understand what was going on. I should also mention that during this time, I was the weird girl who went through a phase where I kind of hated my own femininity. I thought that I had to choose between being a girl and liking action comics instead of fashion magazines. I started resent girl stuff, I started to believe I hated pink and I even began to believe the propaganda that Barbie was "problematic" and it was all her fault I had a weight problem.

But then... Enter Elita-One. When I first saw her and heard about her, I thought she was another female character who played love interest, but she wasn't. In fact, she very much was independent from Optimus yet was not separate from him (more on that later). I saw grown mature adult woman who was shamelessly girly, clad in pink, was very beautiful and was still taken seriously as a leader. Elita-One also doesn't put down, act sarcastic, shout, threaten, hate on men or act mean to be taken seriously. She is polite, speaks with grace and is calm helps her be a better leader. By keeping her feminine side intact, she kept her "humanity" intact as well as her sanity, her spirit and her hopes. She doesn't have this "I don't need a man!" obsession nor does she let the jabs of Shockwave or any Decepticon over her being so openly girly get to her. Elita is happily married to Optimus and uses her love for him and the future they could have as a motive to keep fighting and be so brave hence her famous quote "Elita-One knows no fear."

Moreover, she doesn't live to show up men or be better than them. She and Optimus are a team. She has bigger fish to fry like saving Cybertron. In her debut episode, she did get captured and only after putting up one hell of a fight. Although Optimus did come to save her, she did not take this as a blow to her ego. Elita-One was grateful, but also worried about his well being because he too got caught. Might I also add, she did not reprimand him or humiliate him in front of everyone for winding up getting caught himself in attempt to save her. Instead, she used her secret power to save him knowing it would likely kill her because she loves him and wanted at least one of them to get away alive not be martyred. In return, he saved her with the help of another man she loves dearly as a father and is not above turning to him for help either: Alpha Trion. Afterwards, Optimus and Elita fought alongside each other like a team. In other words, Elita sees Optimus as her partner not her rival nor does she feel a need to be perpetually dominant in the relationship because she loves him, respects him and in return, he treats her the same way. She also accepts that they each have a job to do and that he is Prime. Such a fact doesn't make her feel insecure. Elita-One is proud of him and loves being married to him.

Because Elita-One acted in such a way while preserving her femininity, her gentleness and taking up this protective, loving, wise mother figure approach to leading her team, those positive and wholesome habits rubbed off on them. Her female team mates are also openly proud of their femininity, they are confident, they are likeable and most notably, they don't hate men, they don't blame men for their problems and don't mimic the worst of the men just to appear strong. In fact, they had husbands and boyfriends themselves who they act very lovingly towards. The only people they hold accountable for the suffering in their lives are the actual antagonists being Decepticons who might I remind people aren't all men either.

When I saw all this, it was eye opening. It made me realize that while feminism is indeed about choice, it's not about choosing between nor is it about treating your feminine side like something you have be ashamed of. Even the biggest tomboys or androgynous people have feminine sides that they make peace with and even tap into from to time.

In the case of Elita-One, she taught me that femininity can be the source of a woman's strength, it can give her a lot of confidence and it makes her happy much like how wearing plaid shirts and jeans, growing a beard and other masculine habits give men a lot of confidence. Plus, a lot of these very masculine men are nurses, teachers, gardeners, florists, artists and even cake artists. The right to be feminine without shame is a huge part of feminism because a woman should be able to express herself and present herself without shame. Elita-One also made me realize that if I wanted to make it in the world, I had to stop seeing men as enemies all around me. This wisdom especially helped me when I began writing comics professionally and as you know, the comic community is male dominated. I built bridges instead of walls which helped me a lot and to add to that, it was my HUSBAND who encouraged me to do comics full time. And later, it was my dear son who inspired me to write a comic that got me nominated for an award.

Bottom line is that Elita-One taught me that femininity is not a weakness or outdated. Femininity is beautiful and can make you feel confident, mature and happy. Most importantly, it can help you let go of the false notion that you must act like a man (specifically, a toxic man) to be accepted or get ahead. You can be a pink lady who is married with kids AND still land your dream job. Moreover, when I at least stopped resenting womanhood, I stopped seeing enemies in men, enemies in other women especially successful ones or enemies in fictional women like Barbie. I learned to be happy for other people when they succeeded while still focusing on myself. And I can tell you all from now that being a feminine woman NEVER held me back socially or in my work. Yes, I still sometimes deal pigs out there, but they were not the norm. Even now in the comic world, nobody judges me for being an openly girly woman or for my lifestyle. And anyone who does is not someone I want in my life anyway.

That is what Elita-One taught me about femininity. She taught me what real confidence and what real strength in a woman looks like. You don't have be loud, rude or pretend you're a man. You just have to be yourself, and do your job. One does not hold back the other. Plus, if you really aren't girly, that's ok too. Just don't be a she-jerk.

With that all said, I have hope that feminine lady loving wife Elita-One will make a come back.

She never needed fixing just as Optimus never did. She is perfect.

[eggiesins]

THE FUCKING DOUGHNUTS FJDUFJDDUJS. This blog is the gift that keeps on giving. Since I'm a bit of a softy at heart, could you do some foreplay or aftercare headcanons with the bachelors too?

Got two related asks for this one, so I decided to mash them together in one monstrous post. Thank you guys for submitting your requests! I only have one to go after this before I get them all.

A few disclaimers before we get into the post:

While I understand what aftercare is, I'm not super well-versed in it (or a lot of BDSM topics). My husband and I usually fist bump about it & get ourselves a snack. If I got some things wonky or weird, forgive me

I do understand the current climate surrounding booktok and the whole "good girl" thing, but for me personally, it makes my skin crawl so I didn't delve too far into that kind of dynamic, apologies. If you enjoy it, more power to you because the feminism is in the freedom to express that openly

Mostly GN Builder, but there are some bits that are a bit more genitalia and gender specific

I accidentally went way too hard in the paint regarding the ways that Justice & Logan have likely experienced intimacy

NSFW Part 2: Electric Boogaloo

Arvio

Experience Level

Definitely not as much as he probably says it is. Y'know the line from American Pie where the boys talk about how vaginas feel like warm apple pie? It's giving Arvio

If he has gone all the way with someone back in Barnarock, I don't think it was more than once

He has that aura of like, a hopeless romantic who thinks you have to be a player to woo a partner so they hide their lack of experience behind a cheesy facade. He just tends to massively overcomplicate things and has a questionable love for grand gestures

No hate if that's what you like, I know a ton of folks on here are Arvio fans. To me, grand gestures just seem like they're more about the gesture itself than the person it's for, and that kind of thinking is very typical for Arvio. He doesn't tend to think through the consequences his plans have for the people involved, a la the Desert Rose incident

Foreplay

He's very easy to get riled up

partner runs their fingers through his hair & lightly drags their nails along their scalp & he's ready to

his partner's dressed up in Pablo's new swimsuit collection? He's ready to go

For his partner

bird of paradise dance probably

He's gonna try every move in the book on his partner first, and it's definitely him overcompensating because he's secretly worried they'll be disappointed in how quickly he finishes

After a while he'll get more comfortable, though, & he'll really take his time to figure out what his partner likes

He'll really give it his all tbh, even if the skills take a while to build. It's the effort that counts

Aftercare

He's gonna ramble on and on about how amazing it was for sure

From there? All his Treasure has to do is ask, and he'll make it happen. A glass of water? Some cleanup? Snuggles and sleep? He's on it

Being his partner's first

the PRESSURE on this poor man lmfao

he's gonna go all out to try and make it perfect, rose petal trail to the bed, rose petals on the bed, an old record playing in the background, candles, the whole 9 yards

bro's gonna be studying up on some romance novels

of course, what really matters is the genuine emotional connection, so just be patient & remind him that this is about the two of you coming together, not two characters in some book

Burgess

p sure the builder is Burgess' first anything, virgin for sure

While he wouldn't be turned off by a very experienced partner being his first, I do think he would probably build up a lot of unrealistic expectations for himself, so just be sure to remind him that it's completely okay & the important part is to make love, not just bone crazy style

he'll definitely try to do some research about it (and nearly die from embarrassment in the process) and most likely end up psyching himself out

He doesn't need aftercare so much as he needs beforecare tbh

Foreplay

sermons about the builder

Burgess is definitely inexperienced, so it'll take a minute to figure out what works best for him in terms of foreplay, but I imagine he'd be pretty easy: whispering spicy nothings in his ear, a light tug on his belt, anything involving touching his neck, especially if it's the bare skin (like a sneaky lil finger under his collar?? Mans is IN)

And for his partner? Burgess strikes me as a Grade A Carpet Muncher tbh, or an absolute throat goat for penis-having builders

It's hydrating, probably nutritious (fuck if I know), his partner loves it

Body Worship is the term I'm looking for lmfao

He's definitely a giver, the kind to whimper and grind himself into the bed while he gives his partner head

And if the builder is calling his name as they writhe under him? He's busting quick

He's really a romantic, so as long as his partner can really feel that physical expression of his love for them, and they can give it in return, he'll be a happy lil guy

Aftercare

I don't really see Burgess as being comfortable with anything too hardcore kinky, definitely not pain or bruising

maybe some fuzzy handcuffs or silk ropes

I think he would enjoy a more dominant partner who can take the lead in kinkier situations, y'know? He'd prefer being blindfolded & tied to the bed more than doing it to his partner

Either way, after any sexual encounter, he'll be pretty up front about asking the builder if they really had a good time, and even more up front letting them know that he had a good time

being his partner's first

how romantic!

Burgess puts a lot of pressure on himself & can become very insecure when it comes to situations he's not familiar with, so having a partner with little to no experience would be a big relief for him. Y'all can figure it out together!

Ernest

Experience Level

He talks a big game, but every move he has came from a damn book, no real experience

Foreplay

Thinking about Logan

Reading smut together! Or coming up with smut together

Maybe he had an idea for an adult book & needs to make sure that the scenes he's describing actually work

Aftercare

Impromptu sonnet about his partner opening up like a flower or something probably

Sleepy snuggles after the sonnet

Being his partner's first

Externally he's like "oh don't worry, we'll figure this out step by step" while internally he's screaming a bit because he's new to this too and oh man what if he's not good enough or it's only mid and now he's ruined your first time

Fang

Experience Level

I mean, we all know Fang is brand new to this. He knows what it's supposed to be and quite frankly, the weight of those expectations is far scarier than if he was just venturing into the unkown

Foreplay

DO NOT BITE OR SCRATCH THIS MAN. He's had enough pain in his life, he does not need it sprinkled into his pleasure as well

Given the dynamic of his relationship with the builder throughout the game, I denounce the cries for "dommy daddy fang" and posit instead, "power bottom fang"

I agree he's incredibly pent-up, but the builder would have to initiate things because he's just not as comfortable initiating relational steps. The builder does a lot of that in-game, pushing him (within reason) out of his comfort zone & from there he can really take off & go crazy go dummy

The builder hugged him once when he tried pulling away, and once he finally did give in he was basically like "we are married now". Swans mate for life man, c'mon

Aftercare

Drinking water together afterward, both of y'all just sitting in breathless silence

He's got herbs to help in case of exhaustion 😎 so he will probably insist on both parties getting some sleep afterward

"The feel of your touch…unforgettable." I can't let this line go guys, it's an 11/10 on the Fang boldness scale. Rewired my brain chemistry, honestly. He's definitely gonna let ya know he had a good time & the way he says it is gonna leave you stunned for a second

Being his partner's first

Honestly, he'd be relieved. They can both move slowly, without a whole lot of pressure to be great from the start

You gotta be willing to play the long game & push things forward to romance Fang, and that would count for intimacy too

He'll go at whatever pace his partner sets

Justice

Experience Level

Pretty well experienced, but it's been a while

Doesn't have as much of an existential crisis as Logan regarding past nights of fun. If he's out with Logan, he understands he actually has to charm someone with his personality & playfulness. Justice is handsome, don't get me wrong. But for any of y'all out there who are like, above average in attractiveness, but are still considered by others far below that of your friends (at least in terms of what's conventional), you get what I'm saying. (Maybe later we can get into a whole thing about whiteness being the standard for beauty in My Time games & how that's informed by contemporary attitudes)

So he at least knows that, somewhat, this person is sleeping with him because they actually like him, not just because he's a trophy to be won

Justice is comfortable in himself and what he can do for a partner, so he doesn't tend to sweat the small things too much

Foreplay

flirflirtflirtflirtflirtflirtflirt. Mans has one-liners for every occasion, this included

He'll get them all riled up with little double entendres slipped into his usual jokes, stuff he knows only they'll pick up on

Seeing his partner get all flustered and blushy at what seems to be just a passing comment? And then watching them get more and more worked up 'til they finally get home & can let it all out? chefs kiss

He's a classic, & he enjoys the classics. Slap his ass

Y'all saw that flirty shooting lesson, right? Justice really enjoys that kind of plausible deniability, where only he and his builder are in on the joke & the joke is that they're boning

Aftercare

he's grabbing the warm damp rag, getting y'all cleaned up, and snuggling up in bed

Will give them a sly wink the morning after when he sees them riding a little funny into town

Speaking of riding, save a yakmel, ride a sheriff

Being his partner's first

Genuinely thought he was too old for this, but that's okay 'cause he's got the experience & the patience to make sure they have a good time

Logan

Experience Level

similar to justice, pretty well-versed but obviously it's been a minute

different from justice in that Logan doesn't really look back fondly on past partners

Logan is a hardcore romantic with an ooey-gooey heart; he doesn't get much out of one-night stands other than a brief physical catharsis.

For him, sex would only be enjoyable & memorable with someone he actually cares about. Otherwise, it's just kind of like putting on a shitty plastic bandaid that's gonna fall off in about 5 minutes

It's also worth noting that Logan is well-aware that he is considered very attractive to others, which makes it easy to find a ONS, but he also knows that the other person couldn't give less of a shit about him. He's just the eye candy they get to brag about later.

Kinda reminds me of an early reddit post I saw where a "fan" was asking if there's a way to romance Logan without adopting Andy too. Like, just say you want to ride the wanted poster, rather than the character & baggage behind all that

Foreplay

weak for mumus, weak for domesticity in general after basically spending his life hunting with his dad

Fighting to a degree, like when you get into an argument with your partner just to have angry sex

Or like, physically play-fighting. There's something about fighting to pin your partner down while they're actively trying to pin you down too that's just, oof man

Compliments both ways! He get's all bashful when his partner compliments him, and of course he loves to sing his builder's praises too. They saved his home, damnit, light of his life.

Aftercare

"Darlin', was that as amazing for you as it was for me? Didn't hurt, right?"

Glass of water & sleepy snuggles afterward

If it was morning sex, he's burning breakfast with the confidence of a god

Cigarettes after sex, but make it blue collar

Being his partner's first

He feels like a whore at first, lmao, running back through war flashbacks of so many half-forgotten partners and drunken nights spent looking for a momentary comfort after weeks in the wilderness

"Me???? Ya sure?"

He'll be very gentle, almost too gentle, like he's terrified of hurting his partner or doing the wrong thing. He'll check in often to make sure they're having fun & feeling good

Miguel

Experience Level

Inexperienced in all matters of love, somewhat experienced in reading smut romance novels.

He grew up in Doss, which was destroyed. Then he studied in Meidi where everyone else liked Matilda better than him. He's a social outcast, and has had few opportunities to really connect with another person romantically, so he's mostly written it off for himself.

Foreplay

Well, how do you tend a garden? Or a flock? Care, tenderness, and patience. How do you get a massively repressed pastor horny? Literally, just touch him anywhere & he's already at half mast.

Thinks he wants to be in control, but enjoys things much more when he is not. He's very easy to get flustered when its his Builder complimenting his appearance or telling him how much they want him. He may not pick up on subtle hints as easily, but a few spicy words whispered in his ear will be more than enough to get him going.

Aftercare

"I…that was…for once, I feel that words cannot do it justice…"

Looooooooong talks afterwards about how meaningful it was, how emotionally connected & in-tune he felt with his partner. It's a kind of intimacy he's never experienced before, and to him, it's divine. Making love and being in love become gifts from the Light.

Being his partner's first

Miguel.exe has stopped working, immediate blue screen

Like, of course, he has this reverence toward his Builder where his religiosity really comes into play, holding them to a high standard & kinda putting them on a moral pedestal. That being said, I think early on he does expect them to be more worldly than they seem, & especially with how desirable he knows they are, he would find it surprising they haven't had a partner before. It'll make him feel that much more special, that much more unworthy, to hold his Builder, and he's determined to do everything he can to make sure they know how much they mean to him

Owen

Experience Level

If he's not a virgin, he's had maybe like one partner before

This mans is nervous. Thanks to growing up in the saloon though, he's at least heard or seen a few things & has a real knack for reading people, making him a quick study in bed. That said, I think growing up in the saloon & sometimes overhearing or even accidentally seeing patrons get down and dirty upstairs could paint a slightly unrealistic picture in his mind. He's a romantic for sure, so the sloppy, messy one night stands he's heard or seen would turn him off from casual sex. He wants connection and love, not just jackhammering both parties to a screeching finale.

Foreplay

Initially, he might try to treat it as a performance, especially if his partner is pretty well-versed in casual liasons. Be sure to remind him that you want him for who he really is, and not what he thinks intimacy should look like.

Communication, communication, communication. He'll ask his partner for some guidance as to what they like, stopping to check in every now and then just to make sure he's doing it right

If the Builder's helping out around the saloon, he's definitely gonna get caught staring as they bend over to buss a table. Grace will tease him about this and jokingly threaten to swoop in on his partner if all he wants to do is just stand there and look.

Aftercare

Oh he's cooking afterward for sure. Not anything too fancy, but something simple and comforting

The sex may be done, but his hands are still all over his partner, massaging trembling legs, caressing their cheek, all the tenderness and love he can convey without actually being inside them.

Being his partner's first

It's a big relief for him, I would think. Not that he would judge a partner who has experience, but he would feel less pressured to perform in a way that may not come naturally to him. He can just focus on taking his time and exploring what works for both parties.

That being said, he's still gonna pressure himself about making it perfectly romantic, kind of like Arvio or Ernest. He went all out for his proposal, so imagining the wedding night??? Honeymoon suite, flowers, champagne, his best records playing in the background. And for all that, as soon as he sees the white lingerie, he's cooked. Everything he had planned flies right out the window

Pablo

Experience Level

Knowing Pablo, no one but him will ever truly know

However, he does come across as very experienced, so I think he could sit at either end of the spectrum

Either he's flirted his way across the Free Cities but never let himself be vulnerable enough to actually have sex, or he really has slept his way through town, keeping a line of various paramours waiting for his return

Foreplay

Flirting yes, but specifically mean flirting, like teasing and challenging. Pablo enjoys a good back-and-forth with someone he respects and cares about. It's less about the physicality of foreplay than it is the communication and anticipation. He appreciates a partner who can get him hot and bothered only to say "Hm, maybe later. Stars aren't aligned for it right now." Pablo is coy, so he'd like a partner who knows how to play hard-to-get

He'll playfully lament their teasing & wax poetic about being a man deprived of affection while thrilling at how well they understand him & can keep up with him.

He's taking charge, telling the builder to lie back and relax while he does what an artist does best. His tongue is the brush, the Builder his canvas

Aftercare

It's more limited at first, as he adjusts to the post-nut clarity and realizes he really did let himself be vulnerable with another person. He might shut down a bit as he processes things, cringing at himself for all his perceived mistakes. He'll need his partner's reassurance that it was a good time & was just as meaningful for them as it was for him

Cigarettes after sex, but make it a painting

Once he grows more comfortable with his partner though, he becomes an expert at aftercare

Being his partner's first

"My Spark, you shall have only the finest of my talents, then. Just relax, and oh, do speak up dear." Lowkey Astarion-coded

Pen (based on his English dialogue lines as Pen in the original Chinese is a whole different person)

Y'all have no idea how badly I wanted to make his entire entry just the gif of Patrick Bateman watching himself & flexing in the mirror

Experience Level

Well, we know this one, if his comment about the 12 other lovers is to be believed (which I am inclined to because ain't no way that's the first emergency fuck-sofa he's ever built)

That being said, he definitely leans more toward the "fuck" end of the spectrum rather than the "make love" side of things

making love requires vulnerability & emotionality that Pen just hasn't invested in anyone before the Builder (& even then he still had a lot to hide)

Has a big dick and he knows it (he measured)

Foreplay

Fighting. Other than that, just assume he's really ready to go whenever and wherever

He doesn't really see a need to invest in much foreplay unless his partner tells him they want it

He might be hestitant at first, not really understanding the nuances that go into foreplay (How could his fingers - mighty as they are - do something his dick could not?) but once he does see the effect it has on his partner, he's locking that away for future use back in Duvos

He'll be surprised at how much he comes to enjoy just taking his time to tease his partner, especially once he finds out he can make them beg for it. And once he discovers how far edging can go? Good luck, Builder

Aftercare

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

jk guys don't kill me I know y'all love this guy

But his aftercare is gonna come down to "babe that was great wasn't it? Like a battle for the ages, Skinny! My blood is pumping, gonna go fight some monsters real quick."

You'd need to be pretty comfortable taking care of yourself & advocating for yourself if you're gonna be with Pen. It's not that he doesn't care if his partner had a good time, but more that he just assumes it's about the size of the tool rather than how you use it.

Being his partner's first

Like I said, if you're gonna be with Pen, you'd better be comfortable speaking up about what you want. He's got a big personality & a tendency to push others the way he wants them to go.

He's gonna be prideful about it, because of course you'd want him to be your first. Just, y'know, understand that this means your expectations for other future partners will be far, far too high. Pen, why are you talking about future partners? The arrogant demeanor is really just a cover-up for the tiny Pen inside who is absolutely floored and anxious at the prospect. He's gonna feel like he needs to perform and perform exceptionally.

Once he's into it though, instinct just takes over & he stops thinking so much & just focuses on giving his partner what they obviously want: him!

Qi

Experience Level

Qi is a virgin, having never had any romantic partners before the builder. Everything he knows about sex definitely comes from textbooks, so he's likely to approach it from a very methodical point of view. You'll have to help him to learn the more emotional side of things, how making love is about connection and intimacy, rather than just going through the prescribed motions.

Foreplay

The scientific method! He's going in with research (asking partner what they like), a hypothesis (If I do X, then they will react like Y), and unbiased experimentation (hypothesis confirmed or rejected?)

He can, and will (that's a threat) repeat the experiments as many times as necessary to achieve the desired result (little death of his partner)

And it's the same thing for him, too. He has no idea what he would like, so a partner who wants to help explore his desires and needs with the same efficiency & exhaustive methods would be ideal. I could see Qi being one of the few bachelors you would want a safeword with right from the get-go just because he's so curious

Aftercare

Sand tea, you'll need the caffeine

He's definitely gonna go on a long lecture about all the chemical changes happening in your bodies after the climax: bonding hormones, endorphins, post-nut clarity, the whole nine yards

Being his partner's first

That's great! Now he has someone to study with

He would also be surprised, kind of like Miguel, because it's not like he doesn't understand how desirable the builder is. He'd mostly wonder why you would choose him of all people when there are plenty more experienced candidates to help you navigate your first time. It's not like he'd go out and have someone like Grace peer-review his next research paper after all. He's still glad you didn't do that, though.

If you're a virgin, and I'm a virgin, then who's driving the bus?????

But Qi knows he's a quick study & that there's really no challenge he can't overcome with the power of his intelligence and research skill

Unsuur

Experience Level

Who tf knows, honestly. I'm willing to bet he's got some kind of real experience, at least one sexual partner from his past, but that the experience was rather…underwhelming

So Unsuur, being Unsuur, was like "hm, well, anyway I gotta go take Wilson for a walk or he'll get cranky" & from there never really pursued it until he met the builder

Foreplay

put a rock up his b jk, just make sure to turn Wilson around so he doesn't end up scarred or deviant (freaky little rock ahh). The last thing Unsuur wants to worry about is some other rolling stone showing up at the door with a bunch of googly-eyed pebbles. He loves rocks of all types, but he's only one man.

It's the little things, the domestic bliss!! His partner is up early and making breakfast in their PJs? Ready to go. Builder comes inside all hot and sweaty, covered in grease and grime after a day at the workshop? He's definitely ready to go. Anything that makes them them is what's gonna turn him on

He's just also really well-balanced when it comes to sex, I think. Like, if his partner wants a lot, that's cool he's happy to provide. But if they're not super into it? Also cool. He cares so much more about just being by their side & spending time with them than making the four-legged beast every night

He's a very intuitive person who understands a lot more than he lets on, and I think he's probably the best partner for someone who might struggle to communicate what they want in bed. He'll be paying close attention to all the non-verbal cues and adjusting accordingly. He's quiet himself, so he would have a unique understanding for a partner who also tends to be quiet.

Aftercare

He keeps it simple, small compliments and affirmations afterward to let his Gem know he enjoyed himself & hopes they enjoyed it too

Sharing a glass of water and falling asleep in each other's arms, safe and loved

If it's earlier in the day, he might be feeling froggy enough to make a batch of yellow soup n' lemons too

Being his partner's first

"Oh, it's your first time? Cool." Especially if he, personally, had an underwhelming first time because it taught him that sex isn't just about the act itself, but who you do it with

He's the least likely to care if his partner is a virgin or not, 'cause either way they only have time to get better at it.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Daddy Knows Best

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Summary: Commissioned by @oddlyspecifickit. Taking over the PLF made Dabi think that he was finally going to have the resources and ability to clear the path to his father and get the revenge he’s been seeking out for nearly a decade. But when he decides to move before the League feels they’re ready, Shigaraki steps in and Dabi’s world falls apart as the other villain forces him to become something entirely new. 

Contents: RAPE/NON-CON, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Daddy Kink, Forced Feminization, Age Play, Caregiver/Little, Non-Consensual Spanking, Maintinence Spanking, Cross-Dressing, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Chastity Cage, Orgasm Denial, Penis Shrinking, Praise Kink, Degradation, Humiliation, Mindbreak, Waterboarding, Physical Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Double Penetration, Prostate Massage, Prostate Milking, Pornography, Plushophilia, Sex Toys, Masturbation, Erectile Dysfunction, Multiple Orgasms, Dacryphilia, Creampie, Face Fucking, Rimming, Overstimulation, Suicidal Thoughts. 

Word Count:  26,110

Moving to the PLF is good. It gives them so many resources that Dabi is a little put-off about it at first. When Skeptic gives them all company credit cards he grills the guy for no less than an hour trying to find any limit for all of the funds and resources that they're just being handed and can't believe it when he doesn't find any of those invisible limits he's expecting. He can buy food, medicine, new clothes, a new phone, literally anything he wants. And he gets to live in the villa, with a room of his own that has a nice big bed, access to a shower, laundry, a kitchen, a fully stocked fridge, electricity-- Dabi has always had to take what he can get, never looking at any necessity as something basic or unimpressive because he has gone days, weeks, months without having access to these kinds of things. He rolled with it when they ended up homeless after Kamino because he's been homeless for half of his life. But what the PLF offers them now is not just necessities, it's luxury. It's frivolousness that Dabi hasn't known since he was very young and he and his siblings wanted for nothing but the attention of stable, loving parents, not that they ever got that. Being able to get a new toy whenever they wanted had been a suitable replacement until Dabi had gone wrong. 

But having the funds to be frivolous has only made Dabi more focused on his goals. He wasn't seriously injured after the Deika fight, so he throws himself into the restructuring like nothing in the world can stop him. He makes sure that things are taken care of as Shigaraki pretty much ghosts them after the announcement so that he can get his strength back and do whatever weird treatments he's trying to unlock the miracle quirk that AFO apparently gave him. Dabi also throws Hawks to the curb faster than he was thrown away the second Shoto displayed his quirk. That dumb bird that was an even worse spy isn't worth Dabi's time in the first place and now that he has access to dozens of heroes on the HPSC's payroll that have been loyal to this insurgency since before Hawks debuted, he doesn't want to risk fucking any of that up by letting the number two catch wind of all of this. When he's not focusing on making sure the PLF stays running just how he needs it to, Dabi is marveling at the things that money and such a large, dedicated following can pull off. Sure, AFO had a resource in UA which is part of the reason they were able to pull off the summer camp job. But he took knowledge of that spy with him to Tartarus, and Shigaraki doesn't seem interested in trying to figure out who that was. So instead he focuses on tapping into the network of resources that the PLF already has. 

Getting an entire file on all three of his siblings, but especially all of Shoto's grades, quirk assessments, and other school records after he asks for it feels more like magic than quirks did to his child mind that hadn't quite put together the difference between wizards with staffs and his dad being able to make fire float on his face. Dabi spends three days pouring over the files before he also requests any records that they can get about the Endeavor agency and anything that he can get about Rei's treatments when it becomes clear that his siblings have been visiting her more over the past six months. If his family is trying to put itself back together, then Dabi is going to make that hurt twice as badly for them. Those are the thoughts he takes with him as he starts to intensify his training, wanting to make sure that he learns the ultimate moves that Shoto has been trying to develop so that he can have them in his arsenal when he finally gets to face off against their father's perfect creation. 

He works himself hard while the rest of the League is enjoying the luxuries and support systems they have now as they heal and he doesn't care. They can do whatever they want as long as they don't get in his way. He just needs to use them to reach his finish line afterall. 

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Dabi has all of his devices set up to ping him to any news about Endeavor or the Torodokis and it's a cold night in December when his phone starts to screech at him as he's making himself dinner. Toga is giving him puppy eyes from the other side of the island but he doesn't give a shit. She can make her own damn food if she's hungry. He isn't expecting to take out his phone and have to slam down on every wall he's built up throughout the years to keep his expression flat and disinterested as his blood roars in his ears as he sees that Natsuo was attacked by some villain that his dad had put away a long time ago. That Endeavor had frozen in the street and his brother and the other UA brats including Bakugo had to step in and keep Natsuo from getting killed. His rage is beyond white-hot and he is fairly certain that he could burn a hole through the sun as he abandons his dinner and storms from the kitchen. He thinks that he hears Toga call after him, but he can't focus on the sound of her voice. 

He'd finished his work and training for the day, so he had been in more casual clothes, but as soon as he gets back to his room, he's pulling his villain gear back on, the support cuffs immediately registering his high temperature and hissing out a frigid air to try and help him regain some semblance of control. But it doesn't help. His father is pathetic. First he broke down when Hood had shown up, getting so beaten down that the nomu would have absolutely killed him if Dabi had stepped in to distract Hawks the way that he'd been considering before he realized that Endeavor was going to die if he didn't have the assistance. And now? Now? Breaking down in the fucking street asking Natsuo for forgiveness after letting some two-bit villain that a bunch of students could handle without his help? No. The Endeavor in his mind was a giant. He was wrath and fury, and the glimmering hope of the future that Toya wanted for himself. He was not supposed to be the pathetic mess that his father is proving he is now. No. He was supposed to be worth the years of suffering and all of the trouble Dabi has put into trying to get stronger. He wasn't supposed to be pathetic. And now that Dabi keeps finding evidence of that, he can't stop himself from wanting to march right back to his family home. Shoto will be there tonight, maybe Natsuo stayed there instead of going back to his dorm, Fuyumi lives there. He can barge his way right in, burn that beacon of memories to the ground, and show his father just how helpless he is to stop it now that he's let that cruel flame that used to guide him waver. He can make him regret ever trying to soften up because it only made him weaker after all of the suffering that he caused to be strong. He is going to show him every inch of his failures so that when it's time for his father to die, he enters the battlefield against him just as much of a monster as he is painted in his memories--

Dabi has had a lot of strange and awful things happen to him in his life, but he hasn't ever been chloroformed as the damp cloth lands over his nose and mouth and sends his vision hazy before he can even think of lighting a spark across his skin. 

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His head is pounding when he wakes up and Dabi is... cold. He's cold and shivering even though he's laying on a bed with a blanket pulled up over his body. He makes his eyes open, the light in the room intentionally dimmed. He's in a bedroom. One a little larger than the one that he was given, but based just on the style of it and the shape, he knows that he's still in the PLF, which at least makes him a little less concerned and lets him be more pissed off as he sits up in the big bed and finds that, as he was laying on his side, someone has used quirk suppression cuffs to tie him to the bed. He bares his teeth in a snarl and tries to give them a hard tug. They don't come loose and suppression cuffs are thicker than normal handcuffs, making it much, much harder to just slip them by dislocating a thumb. Fine. The headboard is wood. If he has enough slack to turn and get his feet to the post that it's nailed into, Dabi doesn't doubt that he'll be able to land a few good, hard kicks against the surface and separate the joints and wood, letting him slip out of this and get out of this room so he can find a key and then burn the asshole who did this to him alive. 

He has barely started to push the blankets off of him before he hears movement from the other side of the room. With only the dimmed lamp on the bedside to give him anything to see by, he is tensely squinting through the dark as he tries to locate that source of movement. He doesn't have to wait long though, because after just a second, Shigaraki is stepping into view. He is only wearing a pair of loose, dark sweatpants and the glove that holds his prosthetic fingers in place, his long hair wild around his shoulders and a flat, almost disinterested look on him as Dabi snarls. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, hand job?" He gives the chains a hard tug that rattles the frame and bruises his skin, but he does it anyway. "Let me out of this!" 

"No." Shigaraki has had a confidence about him ever since they took this place over that has gotten everyone to just fall at his feet. Even Dabi had been impressed by the changes between this and the entitled gamer asshole that he'd met when they first started working together. But that doesn't mean that he's going to happily accept anything that he does now without question like some of the others, especially if that extends to Shigaraki knocking him out and tying him to a bed! 

"Are you fucking kidding me? Let me out now or when I break out myself, I'm gonna finish what we started in Kamino!" 

"No you aren't." Shigaraki's voice is harder then and he steps up to the foot of the bed, making sure to stay far enough away that Dabi can't reach him to kick. "Toya," 

He hasn't heard his own name said out loud in almost a decade and hearing it come from Shigaraki's mouth fills him with dread. He knew that Ujiko recognized him. They'd talked about it before he had taken Hood for the test run. But he didn't think that the doctor was going to give that information up to Shigaraki. He didn't think that the doctor would want to risk giving up the game to Duster, letting him piece together that AFO had a whole hospital full of potential replacements for him if Shigaraki hadn't proven to be an acceptable successor for the supervillain. He hates the idea of having his name used against him. That is a weapon for him to wield against his father, his family, all of hero society itself. He is not about to let Tomura Shigaraki of all people blunt that blade. 

"Yeah? And what does it fucking matter to you, Duster? I'm still the only one here actually doing a damn thing to bring down the entire system." 

"You aren't bringing down the whole system." Shigaraki tells him flatly. "You are racing towards your own selfish desires instead of focusing on fighting for our cause." 

"My cause," Dabi says, even though he knows it does nothing to prove the other man wrong, "Is making sure that I get to see Endeavor's face crumble with grief as I lay all of his sins bare for the world to see and send him to hell knowing that his legacy is just as much ash as his body." 

Shigaraki shakes his head slightly and sits at the foot of the bed, still out of kicking distance, though it occurs to Dabi then... how much danger he's in if he pisses off the other man too badly. Shigaraki is already dangerous if he lets him get in close, but now? With his quirk sealed away? He could kill or cripple him in just a few seconds and steal away any chance at the glorious revenge that Dabi is craving so badly. "You can have that, Dabi." He says, his tone placating and light in a way that makes his skin start to itch as if he's been threatened. "But that isn't something you can go rushing to claim. You have to be good and let things develop in their own time. I'm not going to let you just rush in and expose the PLF or burn yourself out when I need you here for so much more of this war." He reaches for him and Dabi can't help flinching, but it's his gloved hand that curls over his ankle through the blankets. "I thought that leaving you alone to monitor yourself would be alright. You've always been very good at setting goals and controlling the flow of energy towards the other goals that the League has had before. I didn't realize that you just couldn't handle doing that when it comes to the things that you want so badly, firefly." he gives a soft sigh. "And I didn't know that you would be so obsessed with your family that I would have to step in to teach you how to behave yourself. But I'm glad. I was starting to worry that with everything else, I wouldn't find the time to make this a priority." The smile that stretches across his face makes Dabis insides go even more frigid than they already felt without access to his quirk. 

"I know what I'm doing, Duster. Let me go." 

"No. I've seen all of the things that you've asked for from our people, I see the way that you go into the training area and absolutely devote yourself to following in your father's footsteps. You can train, you can build up your evidence and get as many little DNA tests run as you want to help you prove your claims when I  decide that it's time for you to put this weapon to good use. But you are not going to only be that. You are not your father's property anymore. He gave you up when you burned alone on a mountain and you chose to belong to me when you came to the bar to join the League. He doesn't get to own your mind here anymore, baby girl." 

Dabi didn't think there was any way that Shigaraki could be any more off-putting than he already was, but those words make his skin crawl so badly that he's genuinely surprised that it doesn't pull itself free of his staples and slip off of his body. "Absolutely fucked, boss." He snaps, his face heating slightly. "Not a girl, and no one owns me."  

He doesn't like the way that Shigaraki's eyes go so flat as that smile stays placidly painted across his lips. There haven't been many villains he's interacted with in his life that he would compare to a shark, but something about what he sees in his expression now makes Dabi scared that he's somehow managed to chum the water. "You're just going to make your punishments worse while you're getting trained if you keep up that kind of backtalk." Dabi's body is coiled so tightly with tension that he might shatter as Shigaraki slowly and deliberately stands from the edge of the bed and moves up along the side of it so he is standing much closer to Dabi's head. "You are going to have some special new rules to follow while you're here, firefly." He speaks as he reaches into the nightstand and takes out the key to the cuffs that makes Dabi's breath catch with his anticipation. "When you're working, you can be yourself. You can give the others all the attitude that you want. You can train. You can keep being the villain that you've wanted to be for all of these years. But after your meetings and training are done, you are going to come right back to my room," he reaches for the blanket and pulls it away from his body, making Dabi look down and see that he wasn't just cold from his quirk being suppressed, but because he was stripped out of his villain clothes while he was unconscious and put into a lacy pink nightie, the hem having been pulled up enough that he can see that he's been tucked into a pair of panties that match it. The way that knowledge seeps into his mind, that Shigaraki took off all of his clothes, that he put him in this, touching him while he was asleep when he could have just as easily laid his hands on him to kill him, makes his entire chest go tight. 

He doesn't know if he's ever had a panic attack about anything other than his seams or the overwhelming ache of his quirk since he was a child, but as the fear and disgust start to bloom inside of him out of his control, it makes it very difficult for him to continue listening to what Shigaraki is saying. 

"You're going to come back to my room. You're going to put on the clothes that I've picked out for you, do the things that I've decided for you, and you aren't going to put up a fight about any of it. You're going to become Daddy's good girl while you're in this room, or I'll stop trusting you to behave outside of it and I'll have to let everyone see how badly you need to be disciplined to make you good." 

"You're fucking crazy." He croaks. "I'm not doing this, and if anyone else finds out about this--" 

"They'll help drag you back to my room and tie you down on my bed themselves." Shigaraki's voice is so serenely sure of himself. "I managed to turn an entire city of enemies to our allies in one afternoon. It's been two months now, firefly. Do you really think that there is a single person still in this compound who would stop me from doing whatever I want to you? I could strip you naked, break your legs, put a leash and muzzle on you and force you to crawl at my side all around the building for everyone to see and all they would ask is if they should call my cute little puppy a good boy or girl." His voice is too sure and a sinking pit starts to open up in his gut that screams just how true all of that has been. He hasn't ever seen anyone get on Shigaraki's case since he took over here. He's pretty sure that Spinner and Re-Destro would beg to be in this position with their beloved leader giving them this kind of attention. He is the only person who still protests or throws shit his boss's way and he has seen the way that other people bristle on Shigaraki's behalf, looking to him like they'll see how they should be reacting too. 

Shigaraki hums in the back of his throat, his hand moving to one of Dabi's legs, the ungloved one which is the only reason he doesn't immediately try to twist away. "I debated turning you into nothing but a puppy, but I didn't think that would stick. Training someone, I've found, works so much better if you make sure that it fits what they need. I know that you're obsessed with your family, so I'm going to be your new family, baby girl. You're going to have a Daddy who cares so much about you, who always makes sure you know when you've been a good girl and what you've done wrong when you need to be punished. And not long from now, you're going to be so happy that I've been taking care of you so well." His fingers are frigid as they move up the outside of Dabi's thigh, pushing the nightie higher so that he can see even more of the tiny panties that he shoved him into. He wants to say that he begins to tremble because he's just so unused to being cold, but he knows that it's fear sour across every inch of his veins when the other is touching him that actually provokes the reaction. 

"You're going to start being Daddy's good girl right now." He says easily, bringing the key to the cuffs to his attention again as his hand pulls away from his skin. "Daddy is going to unlock you, baby girl. You're going to let him sit down and then get into his lap. You left a big mess in the kitchen and you were going to run off on an unapproved mission. That means that you need to be punished before you can really be a good girl." He reaches for the cuffs as he speaks, moving to unlock them like he isn't afraid of being set on fire. 

Dabi's mind races as he speaks. Can Shigaraki still be set on fire? The treatments with Ujiko have already gone so far. What if he's fireproof? If Dabi lashes out now, and it doesn't work, then all it would take is Shigaraki's hand latching around his face and then there is no future fight with his father for him to reveal his grand plan. If it does work, then Dabi will have to run from here as far and as fast as possible, and given just how many people are in the PLF, if he does kill their leader, he's not sure he would last even a day without their people tracking him down and tearing him apart limb by limb if he did manage to just get out of the building alive. He stays still and Shigaraki smiles at him. 

"Be a good girl for Daddy." He instructs easily, like he knew exactly what the outcome of this would be long before Dabi even knew that this could happen to him. He lets the cuffs fall away and Dabi's body immediately fills with heat so intense that it starts to trickle smoke out of his seams. Those red eyes, that flat smile, they never waver and he finds himself clutching his fists against his chest as he tries to think of a way out of this. He has survived so fucking much in his life that should have killed him half a dozen times over. He has fought for every inch of the person he has forced himself to be in all of these years. The League of Villains, Stain's ideology, the DNA test, those were the last things that he thought he needed to get him to where he wanted to go. He thought, with the PLF now taking care of everything else, he was going to be able to race forward and take down that bastard the way that he has been trying to for so many years. He thought the end goal was finally in sight. 

It is, he realizes with despair sitting so heavily in his chest that it feels like it's calling back to the child that was alone on a mountain one fateful Saturday night. He can still reach the goal that he's so desperate for, Shigaraki is just changing what it will mean for him to be allowed to If he wants to fight his father, wants to burn him alive for all the world to watch. If he wants the glorious end to this awful existence that he has been promising himself since he woke up in that hospital full of spare experiments, then he has to play by these new rules that he's being given. If he doesn't he'll have to gamble that Shigaraki can still be hurt by fire and then hope he can run fast enough to his family home to confront Enji before he or the rest of the PLF can intercept and stop him. Given how easily he was put in the position to have to make this choice in the first place, Dabi doesn't think that his chances for any of that are very good. 

He is very worried he's going to throw up when he pulls his legs into his chest as he... waits for Shigaraki to sit down on the edge of the bed. Neither of them say a word as Shigaraki does, waiting and watching him expectantly once he's settled. Dabi forces himself to move then, his body still so hot as his quirk screams that there is a threat all around him and tries to make him flee or fight instead. But he crawls over to Shigaraki and accepts it when he makes him lay down across his lap, Dabi able to dip his head low and hide his face in the dark circle of his arms so that he can try to block out as much of what is about to happen to him as possible.

"Good girl." The words come as Shigaraki moves his hand to Dabi's ass and he wants to scream as his whole body is absolutely revolted by the touch. He doesn't want Shigaraki to touch him there. He hates how he's pushed up his nightie so that he can touch the bare skin that the underwear don't cover. he touches him slowly, moving his palm against him, the glove the only thing keeping him safe, as he maps out every inch of his skin from there to down along the back of his thighs. Dabi swallows any sound, protest, anything that he might make, too scared of letting his nerve waver and his quirk sparking through his skin and forcing him to burn Shigaraki and try to run. "Because you've accepted your training so easily, you don't have to have as many spankings tonight, little girl." He says easily, still stroking his skin. 

Dabi doesn't reply at all, only flinching when his ass is suddenly pinched as he lays in the other man's lap. 

"You need to remember your manners, firefly." His voice is a little harder and Dabi squeezes his eyes shut, hating the way that his helplessness is building pressure behind his eyes.

"...Thank you." 

Another pinch. "You need to remember how to address your Daddy respectfully too." 

Dabi doesn't know if he's ever had more trouble forcing his mouth to move as he lays there. He doesn't hide it well either, his voice a hoarse croak when it finally escapes him.  "Thank you... Daddy." 

"There's my good girl. Twenty spankings tonight, and then Daddy will tuck you in." 

Dabi is more familiar with pain than he is anything else in the world. So much of his life has been pain, and even though the hard slap that lands against the center of his ass hurts, the sting of it at first followed by the solid thud that it sends beneath his skin, it's not even near the worst pain he's ever been in in his life. He knows that pain can be so much worse. No, it's the humiliation that comes with being bent over and hit like this that makes it so bad that he is clutching the sheets so that he doesn't set his palms on fire. When the blows spread pain over his ass and down his thighs, he's reminded that even when he was little, he never got spanked like a child. He was beaten and bruised for not being what he was supposed to be until he was discarded entirely, but he was never hit like this. Like he was nothing but a useless, misbehaving child, and he hates the way that this makes him small in a whole different way than he does in the minutes where he wakes up confused from nightmares with smoke still filling his lungs. 

Dabi doesn't manage to focus on the words, but he realizes at some point that Shigaraki has been counting in the same even tone as he talked to him before. He gives him each of the hits with precision and control, never letting Dabi's body grow numb to the pain that he layers into his skin. He is deliberate and calm as he works while Dabi doesn't know if he's been so close to tears since he  had to be held down in a back alley hospital and had his skin stapled back on without anaesthetic. 

When Shigaraki's hand lands against his ass again, not with the force of before, but just stroking and rubbing, Dabi realizes that it is finally over and he lets himself let out a shaky breath as he feels how hard his body is trembling, how much he's sweating from trying to keep his quirk at bay. "All done. What do you say, princess?" 

He's practically hyperventilating as he manages to gasp out, "T-Thank you, Daddy." 

"Good girl." 

Dabi keens like a wounded animal when he realizes that Shigaraki must have unlocked a strength quirk as he doesn't wait for him to pick himself up, he does it. He just so easily scoops Dabi up in his arms and he lays him back down against the bed. He reaches over to the nightstand and takes his glove off of it for his other hand and then turns the light the rest of the way off. The bed dips and Dabi is still shaking so badly as he does his best not to move any way that might shatter how he's clutching onto his sanity as his boss gathers him close to his chest, pulling the blankets up around their bodies. 

"You were always such a fast learner." The words are praise against the crown of his head. "Tomorrow Daddy is going to cancel all of your meetings and we're going to go over all of the new rules you're going to follow to make sure that you always stay my good girl. I don't want to have to punish you if you start to misbehave otherwise, firefly." 

Dabi manages to not cry, to not scream, because he reminds himself over and over again that if he runs now, he won't make it out of the building, let alone to his father. His revenge is all he's stayed alive for since he burned. It can keep him alive throughout whatever horrors he's going to be forced to experience now as he feels the half-hard press of Shigaraki's cock against his hip as the other settles into sleep. 

Dabi doesn't manage a wink the entire night. 

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There are a lot of rules for Dabi to follow when he's being... Daddy's little girl. His stomach is so sick halfway through them in the morning. He's allowed to do his work outside of the room, to wear his villain clothes and plan for his revenge from nine to five. Villainy, he learns, is a job, a costume that Dabi will be allowed to mostly put on throughout the work day, but it's not something that he's allowed to be all the time now. His meals will be planned out for him and he is required to have breakfast and lunch throughout the day, the food now in specially marked containers in the kitchen fridge. When his day of villain duties is over, he is supposed to come back to Shigaraki's room. He's made a section of the closet for him that has his... princess clothes. Shigaraki will leave something out for him to wear, just like he's going to pick out the girl's underwear that he still has to wear even under his villain clothes now. When he is in this room, he will dress like a girl after he showers and takes a bath and then he will wait to have dinner with his Daddy and occupy his time reading books, watching movies, or playing the games that Shigaraki has downloaded on the tablet that he's gotten for him. If he doesn't want to do any of those things, then he can color in the coloring books that he has gotten or play with the soft toys and other little kid stuff that is now occupying the toy chest that Shigaraki has gotten for him. It makes him beyond sick to his stomach when he opens it and Dabi sees there's a second section of it, another bottom that is full of ‘together’ toys for them to use. Anal beads, plugs, paddles, gags, whips, cock rings, lube, handcuffs, vibrators, and dildos that Dabi never wants the other man to use on him, but that he's made horribly aware that they will be at some point. When his Daddy is home, he is going to follow whatever orders he gives, and he should come to the room to have dinner with him and give him his... spankings every night, even if he can't stay with him the entire time. 

"But..." With all of the other horrible things that are being required of him, Dabi doesn't know why the thought of the spankings alone are so upsetting, but the thought of enduring that humiliation again when his ass is still aching from what happened the night before, makes him feel so much worse. "If I'm... Daddy's good girl, why do I have to be punished?" 

Shigaraki smiles then, a little warmer and takes his hands in his own, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles that makes his skin crawl. "Those spankings aren't to punish you, baby girl. They help to make sure that your body knows as well as your head that you're my little girl. That you get to feel good or have to hurt whenever Daddy says you do. And when you're sore during the day at your meetings or while you're training, you'll know where you actually belong." 

Dabi wants to throw himself out the window. Wants to immolate himself right now. He wants this over. But he doesn't want everything that he's been working for to be meaningless. 

He doesn't feel nearly as safe or secure when Shigaraki gives him back his clothes and tells him that he can get dressed and go make sure that he has his bedroom packed up in the boxes that Shigaraki had delivered there. He can't because he's being told to empty out the first space that has felt like his own since he was a child and he's being handed a new pair of little panties to wear under his clothes. Dabi gets to, at least, go into the bathroom to change even if it really doesn't matter. Shigaraki already stripped him naked, is already planning to do far worse than just look at him, clearly, so any modesty he might have just doesn't matter anymore. But he still goes and changes in private and tries not to let the way his mind yawns out with agony swallow him whole. 

He doesn't feel like himself with the silky soft panties cupping his body or the continued ache of his ass and thighs as he moves. But Shigaraki just sighs softly when he sees him dressed like that and then waves him off towards the door. "Don't forget to take breaks for meals, princess." 

The words are said as Dabi pulls the door open, the sound traveling as he sees Spinner stepping out of his own room down the hall. He feels his face flush with his humiliation as their eyes meet, but instead of looking surprised, embarrassed, disgusted, anything, the heteromorph's shoulders just hunch in on a little and he can't keep looking at him, turning and slinking away down the hall without a word to him. Dabi has never considered Spinner a friend, he's not even the strongest ally that he has in the League. But he didn't think that he would just... walk away like that. 

Dabi feels strangely numb as he goes back to his bedroom. The door is gone. He doesn't know if Shigaraki disintegrated it away, or if one of the grunts just did it the old fashioned way with a screwdriver, but it's just gone now. Anyone could just come inside and poke through his things. Dabi didn't know how many ways there were to make him feel so violated, but this is one that cuts him deeper than he even thought possible. There are three medium-sized moving boxes stacked at the center of the room and one garment bag and Dabi finds himself standing there for a long moment. There is a horrible second where he tries to convince himself that this isn't as awful as he thinks it is. But he can't quite make that sentiment ring true in his heart. He doesn't want to do this. He doesn't want to have to go back to Shigaraki, he wants to run as far and fast as he did after the hospital, but there are too many people in the PLF who can stop his flames. He can't just let himself ignite and hope to escape in the chaos. He stands there for... a while before someone comes up to the door. 

"Dabi?" Toga's voice is tentative, but at least she is acknowledging him. He blinks and he turns to glance back at her. Her brows are pulled together and she has an encouraging smile on her face. "Do you need help?" 

He doesn't want help. He doesn't need it either, but as he is left so absolutely unmoored he doesn't have the words to tell her one way or another. She comes into the room and starts to help him pick up his things and put them into the boxes. He really doesn't have much. The files on his family, his laptop, which he hopes he gets back, at least for work, his backpack that has the necessities that he would need if he were to run right now, and... that's it. It only takes up half of one box, his uniforms filling up the garment bag. His socks, pajamas, and underwear go into another box just for the sake of keeping objects and clothes separate, but they fill up a quarter of that space. His toothbrush and hairbrush aren't even in the bathroom anymore, and neither is his medical bag. It takes all of five minutes for them to completely finish with the task and when he's done, Toga comes up, pulling her sweater over her hand before she pats his arm. 

"I'm sure Tomura's gonna help take good care of you." She tells him with the same earnestness that she talks about blood and Dabi wants to grab onto her and set her on fire. He wants to watch her skin blacken against her bones and hold on tight enough that he gets to feel it when her body crumbles away into ash against his palms. But then she turns and leaves the room before he can act on the violent urge that tried to overtake him. Why? Why are they all okay with this? He knows he's been an anti-social and prickly bastard, but he didn't think that he was so bad that they would all just be so okay with the things that Shigaraki is planning on doing to him. 

He stays standing in his room, looking at the empty door frame for a long minute. He has his laptop. Maybe he could just upload the video to the internet so that everyone knew what Endeavor did and then he could just stay standing right here and let his fire ravage his whole body. He could end it in a flashbang that he might even get lucky enough to take out a few of the others in their adjacent rooms if they don't see it coming. He could die right now and save himself any other awful indignities. 

And everything that he did before that will be for nothing. 

Dabi wasn't able to sleep the night before because he was trapped in the same loop of helpless thoughts, but his eyes are burning and there is an exhaustion that is so deep inside of him that he can't believe his body even has the energy to inflate his lungs. He doesn't want to sleep without the door to let him hide his vulnerability from the callous eyes of the others, so he takes everything off of his bed and he brings it into the bathroom. He shoves his blankets and pillows into the tub and curls up inside of it, even though it's not nearly enough padding to keep his ass and thighs from tingling with their hurt as he does so. 

///

Dabi wakes to a gentle swaying and hates it as his senses come back to him as he realizes that he's being carried by Shigaraki again. He hates it even more that as he's barely blinking awake he realizes that Twice is opening Duster's door for him so he can bring him inside to be tortured. Fuck. He thought that of everyone, that he and Twos were the closest to actually being friends. Dabi wants to close his eyes again and have years blink away like his coma. He wants to sleep through the horrors that he knows are going to get pressed into every inch of his skin. 

Shigaraki sees that he's awake and he carries him into the closet. His is bigger than Dabi’s is, an actual walk-in, and he picks out the outfit that he wants him to wear now that it's... time for him to be 'Daddy's little girl' again. Dabi wants to tear off his own skin as he selects a white dress. It's got puffy cap sleeves, a square neckline, and high waist that is supposed to sit under the bust, the bottom layer of the light, flouncy material that looks like it will be fluttery and floaty when it's on. It's a fresh humiliation for Dabi to be forced to strip out of his villain clothes as Shigaraki hangs them up and then has to pull the dress on himself. It is light and airy, and the hem barely hits the middle of his thighs, the ruffles making him look more like a girl as they flare out along his hips and draw the eye to his smaller waist. Dabi knows that fabric like this will burn clean and hot. That he could be an inferno in seconds. That burning again will save him from one horror but it won't give him justice for all of the other ones that he's had to suffer in his lifetime. 

Shigaraki guides him out of the closet after that and over to the living room area and sits him down to... do something with his 'free time'. Dabi holds the tablet in his hand for a few long minutes, seven if the clock is to be believed, and then he starts to click around to see what kinds of things Shigaraki has loaded into the device for him. There are books. They aren't really for adults, but they aren't for little kids at the very least. High school age mostly, all of them fictional stories. The games he's picked are simple ones, coloring, puzzles, matching, some things that he thinks are called platformers, but he only even knows that word from hearing Spinner and Shigaraki talk about their games. The TV shows are child locked on all of the streaming services which limits a good deal of what he can watch, but when he goes into the device storage, he can see all of the other things that Shigaraki has specifically sought out for him. Dabi's face heats sharply as he sees the titles and the small video previews as he finds page after page of pornos that have been added to the device. Daddies playing with their littles, doing everything from spanking them to nursing them on their cocks as they get ready for bed. Dabi's stomach twists into even tighter knots and he has to put the tablet down completely. He tries so hard to not let his breath come in the short, desperate gasps that it wants to. He can't break down. Can't have a panic attack. If he falls apart, Shigaraki wins his game early. 

He picks up one of the stuffed animals from the toy box and just sits with it in his lap for a long time. The moth plush stares back at him with big red eyes. He doesn't do anything with it, but he hopes that he can at least pretend that he was behaving and playing pretend or whatever the fuck Shigaraki wanted him to act like he was doing. 

It's a while later that Shigaraki finishes up whatever he was working on and he stands to go to the door. Their dinner has been left outside and Duster tells him, "Put away your toys, princess." 

Dabi numbly puts the moth back into the box and then sits back in front of the coffee table as the food is set on the surface. He feels like he might come apart at the seams, but at least dinner isn't something for children. It's very normal curry rice and Shigaraki doesn't cut up the bigger pieces of meat or potatoes inside it for him. He's given regular silverware and he's allowed to eat in silence. When dinner is done, Shigaraki turns on one of his games and makes Dabi sit in his lap, his arms wrapped around him as he tries to show him how to play. Dabi's body is seconds from igniting as he can't stop feeling how his skirt has been pushed up, the feeling of Shigaraki's pants against everything his panties don't cover making him more and more tense, pulling his attention from the instructions he's being given again and again, until he's died so many times that Tomura just sighs before he presses a kiss to his temple. 

"Maybe this isn't the kind of game my baby girl wants to play." He tightens his arms around Dabi's waist, pulling him tighter against his chest and nosing along his cheek. "Maybe you want to play something else with Daddy?"

Dabi thinks that if Shigaraki tries he's either going to lose his control or lose the dinner he only barely made himself eat. No, no, no. He knows that at some point this will happen. Shigaraki has made it so clear what he's planning on doing to him. But he doesn't want to rush up to that. He doesn't want to... be raped. Dabi is filled with a sharp, horrible agony as he realizes that of all the horrors he's suffered in his life, that one had never seemed like a possibility when he was able to set his entire body on fire. But it won't save him now. 

He realizes belatedly that Shigaraki is actually waiting for an answer and he manages to shake his head slightly. 

"Okay, princess. Are you still sleepy? I know you took a nap today, but you didn't sleep last night. Do you want to start getting ready for bed?" 

This must be a trick. He knows it has to be. Shigaraki just wants to get him closer to the bed, but the truth is that he can violate him wherever he feels like it. He's proved that to him in every way he could without actually escalating the violence beyond the spankings in the past twenty-four hours by just letting him see how the others have decided that this is what he deserves. He's tired. He wants everything to go away for a little while. If Shigaraki decides to hurt him like that, then maybe after he's finished he'll just let Dabi lay down like he did the night before. 

He nods weakly and Shigaraki lets him get off of his lap and he tells him to go get ready for bed, he'll bring his pajamas to the bathroom for him. Dabi goes inside and finds his medical bag, hair brush, and toothbrush are already in their own neat little spots in the cabinet and by the sink. He goes through his nightly routine in a daze and when he's finished, he finds that Shigaraki definitely came in at some point because the dress and panties he threw on the floor have been replaced with a fresh pair and a new nightie. He tries not to look at either too hard as he dresses and then leaves the bathroom so he doesn't have to look in the mirror either. 

Shigaraki is turning down the sheets, already changed for bed, but he showered in the morning so Dabi supposed that probably means that he's nearly ready to go to sleep too. He tries to just get into the bed, hoping to escape anything else, but Shigaraki catches his wrist before he sits down on the edge of the mattress again. 

"Not just yet, baby girl. You still need your spankings." 

Dabi wants to erode away into nothing as he stands unmoving for a few long seconds before he sucks up the agony living inside of his chest and he crawls back into the other man's lap. He pushes up the nightie again and starts to stroke his ass and thighs, waking the bruises from the day before back up and making Dabi want to cry again so badly that he starts to see pink swimming through his vision. 

"You skipped breakfast and lunch today, baby girl. I just told you the rules this morning and you already messed up." He sounds disappointed, but not angry and Dabi doesn't want to find out how violent this version of Shigaraki will be if he gets mad. Duster was already dangerous enough in Kamino, after seeing how he dealt with Overhaul when he had time to plan his revenge, Dabi is certain that what he'll do to him is worse. That he will absolutely destroy him beyond what he's started right now when he was prepared to do all of this when Dabi didn't even know that he was at risk of any of this happening. 

"I'm sorry, Daddy," he manages to croak. "I-- I wasn't hungry." 

"You should still try to eat a little no matter what, princess." His tone is still softly chastising as his hand runs along his ass. "Five more for every missed meal." He tells him and then clicks his tongue again. "I suppose that means that you're back up to twenty again." 

Dabi manages not to scream or sob through the twenty more hard hits that the other man gives him, but only just, his terror and agony getting higher and higher, not just with every blow, but with the realization that Shigaraki is hard again by the tenth. 

///

Dabi is so quiet after his whole life changes. Everyone in the PLF gives him pitying looks when he's out in his villain gear. Some people apologize to him, some of them say that things will get better soon. Dabi wants to kill them all where they stand. He doesn't know where they get off trying to tell him that everything is okay when they know what Shigaraki is making him endure in that room. He stops talking and after a week he realizes that everyone is acting like that's fine too. He stops going to meetings, using his time out of the room to just walk. Every single day he thinks about going and just ending all of it. Endeavor, himself, but he learns that if he gets too close to the base of the mountain, Gigantomachia has been told to stop him and he has to turn back or get turned into paste. Shigaraki doesn't punish him for walking or skipping work, but that's almost worse, because when that happens, he sighs softly, pulling him close and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. 

"It's okay, princess, I know that adjusting has been hard for you, but I promise that it will get easier soon. You just have to let me take care of you, and then everything will be better." He makes him cuddle into his chest all night and Dabi wants to cry. He's wanted to cry so badly since all of this started and he is digging his fingers into the seams across his palms to keep that weakness inside of him. "We can figure out a way to make this better." 

Dabi dreads what the other man means by that, but he learns bright and early the next day. Shigaraki makes him get dressed normally and takes him downstairs. He trains with him, making him focus on close combat instead of long range for a while. When he's allowed to switch back to long range, he is not allowed to do anything strong enough that could actually hurt him, and they don't train as long as Dabi normally does. Normally he spends so much time working out that he ends up feeling like he might collapse, but Shigaraki makes him stop, makes him go take a shower, and then makes him eat his lunch back in the room with his princess clothes back on. He makes Dabi a more detailed schedule for the rest of the day, instructing him to read at least one hundred pages of a book, to 'make something', and then later that night he'll get to watch a movie with his Daddy. 

"'Make something'?" He hates that he has to ask, hates that those are the only words he's said in weeks that weren't 'yes', 'no', or 'thank you, Daddy'. 

Shigaraki smiles at him and it almost seems sad. "I got you plenty of things to use, baby girl." He says, going over to the toy chest. There's a new box inside and he takes it out and shows it to him. It's an art kit, not quite for a young child, but it would have probably been a big hit with Fuyumi when she was... well she was really into art right before Toya disappeared. "You can make whatever you want, just make something and you can show it to me when I get back from my meetings, okay?" 

Dabi is at least glad that he won't have to be locked in this room with Shigaraki for a few hours so he nearly lets out a sigh of relief and manages a, "Yes, Daddy." Before Shig smiles again and leans down to kiss his forehead. He straightens up and leaves not long later, changing into his suit instead of his more casual clothes which must mean it's a Detnerat meeting, not that he really cares now. If he could burn down everything that the PLF has ever touched at this point, he would be happy. 

Dabi reads the hundred required pages, making sure to pay just enough attention to the story about a teenage boy whose parents have gone missing, the architects leaving behind a box with three faberge eggs inside. He touches one and it explodes into a shower of gore and shortly after he starts to see a skeleton from a comic series he drew starting to stalk him with ill intentions. It's a fine story, but definitely not something he would pick to read himself. Then he turns to the box of art supplies. Dabi can't draw for shit. The only thing that he remembers drawing were the pictures of... his hero outfit when he was old enough to fight side-by-side with Enji as his successor. But those were things he drew at school because when he was home all of his attention was on training and studying for that future he wanted so badly. 

The art kit comes with markers, colored pencils, a set of six paint bottles, two small canvases, a pad of paper, glitter glue, a twelve color watercolor pan set, a plastic palette, three packages of foam clay in the primary colors, a small selection of paint brushes, and two metallic paint pens in silver and gold. He stares at it all for a long time and then he digs around for the instructions booklet. Thankfully, the booklet has instructions for a couple of projects that can be done with the kit and Dabi figures that mushing the clay into the shape of a bowl that will have to dry for a long time before he does anything else to it will probably take the least amount of skill on his part and will be the best thing to actually be able to show Shigaraki that he's followed his instructions. 

He follows along, picking the blue clay and rolling it out into a long strip. He changes back into his villain clothes and goes out into the kitchen, digging through the cabinets and drawers to try and find a cookie cutter, but settling on using a glass instead which he brings back to the room, using it to roll the remaining clay flat and then using the edge of the glass to cut out the circle for the bottom. He starts to coil the rest of the clay along the edge, building it into more of a cup or a small vase as he does. He doesn't remember the last time he's made something like this, or really done anything that wasn't directly connected to the damage that he wanted to do to get his revenge. He reads in the book that he can smoothe parts together by wetting the clay and he goes and gets a glass of water from the bathroom, trying to be gentle as he smooths out the clay until it no longer has that spiralled shape and is instead a nice, mostly even vessel. There's still hours left until he's supposed to have dinner with Shigaraki, so he wipes his hands off and starts to flip through the other projects in the booklet. He doesn't know much about painting, but he sees a few that are done just by blobbing paint onto the canvas and then using the flat edge of plastic that came with the kit that he thought was miscellaneous packaging supplies and scraping through it. Then waiting for it to dry and adding details on top with the paint pens like flowers or stars. He mixes a dark purple and a magenta and then uses that with the blue and black in the paint kit to smear a galaxy pattern across one of the canvases. He washes off the plastic card and palate while he waits for that to dry and then he flips to another page. He tries to fill a page with doodles the way that the book shows, and that... makes his mind empty. He just starts to create the shapes and lines across the page, filling it over and over again with repeated patterns until he doesn't have any space at all left. And then he picks some new colors and does it again on the next page, and the one after that. Making the lines, filling in the blocks of colors, it lets him stop thinking for a while, his mind emptying out of all of the things that he's been grappling with since he's been locked up like this. 

It's not until he hears the door close softly that he realizes that hours have passed and he's filled up five pages in the sketchbook and completely forgotten about his painting. Shigaraki surveys the mess that he's made all over the table and Dabi bristles, expecting to be punished. But the other man leans down the way he had hours ago and gives him another kiss on the forehead. 

"Did you have fun, princess?" 

Dabi doesn't answer right away. He has gotten good at just saying whatever he knows the other man wants to hear, but he hesitates now because he knows the answer Shigaraki wants is 'yes' and he's startled to find that he... wouldn't be lying if he said that this time. He isn't quite sure that this was 'fun', but it did make him stop thinking about everything else for a few hours and the relief that comes with that makes the tension that has been coiling around every inch of him for weeks subside slightly. Dabi doesn't know how that can make him feel better and worse, but he does feel... differently than he did before. 

"...Yes, Daddy." 

"Good. If you liked that, then Daddy will get you more things like that to play with while he's working." He strokes his hair once more before he starts to move towards the closet. "Now be a good girl and clean up your toys, dinner will be here soon." 

Dabi does as he's told, putting the clay vase and the painting off to the side to continue drying as he packs everything else back up into the box. Daddy comes back in his sweats and Dabi figures that since he showered earlier, he'll be getting into his pajamas shortly after dinner. He's surprised, and kind of... happy when dinner comes and it's pizza, fries, and soda. He spent a lot of his life barely able to get together enough to eat regularly, and once Shigaraki took over his life, he's been fastidious in making sure that Dabi's diet is balanced and that his meals are healthy. He's pretty sure Ujiko might have something to do with them too, but the pizza is just good, greasy, and delicious. He's happy enough to eat this and glad that Shigaraki only asks him to describe the book he read without too much detail. He tells him about it as they eat and even though he usually isn't a big sweets person, he's more than happy to delay anything else when Shigaraki also has two big cupcakes brought in. 

"Toga found a gourmet place and ordered one for each of us. She got you black tea and buttercream." Shigaraki's is espresso with a vanilla bean ganache in it and Dabi just says 'thank you' before they eat those too. When they're all finished, Duster uses Dabi's tablet as they sit together on the couch, telling him that he can pick out the first movie and then he'll pick out the second. He still can't watch much when the child lock is in place, but thankfully there are some pretty fine action-adventure movies that have been labeled 'fun for the whole family' so he manages to pick one of those and they start to watch that. The movie is pretty standard and he doesn't have strong opinions about it, but he is just... glad that he gets to watch it. Spending the afternoon alone, doing something he hasn't had much experience with, getting to eat good food, getting to watch something that isn't news reports or anything to do with Endeavor, that all... feels like it's made something inside of him loosen. Another knot of tension that has been there for so long that he just didn't know that it was even there, he'd become so blind to it.

Dabi is pretty certain that should be the first clue that he gets that things are about to go horribly wrong. 

After they finish the adventure movie it's only nine, so Shigaraki scrolls on the tablet to pick out the next movie while Dabi excuses himself to the bathroom. By the time he comes back the screen is dark with only the pause logo on it and he moves to settle back down on the couch, Shigaraki catches his wrist. Dabi bristles slightly, but he pulls him close as he lays down, crowding Dabi up against his body like he does when they go to sleep and even though he doesn't like it, he is used to this kind of treatment and he allows it to happen. Shigaraki presses another kiss to the crown of his head and Dabi reaches for the tablet and pushes the play button, half hoping that if he can fall asleep during this movie, he might not have to get his nightly spankings. He's had them every single day since Shigaraki started doing this to him, and every time, he feels how aroused it makes the other man, but he never does anything about it. Dabi knows that he will though. He made sure Dabi knew about the toys in the bottom of the chest, he touches Dabi's skin too much for any of it to be even remotely innocent. 

The movie starts and Dabi is immediately confused about the weird music that sounds like it was sourced from a copyright free library as the screen lightens up, showing the interior of a house. It's a bedroom that looks like it's straight out of a reality TV show. Actually, Dabi isn't a cinephile or anything, but the entire quality of the shot makes him think that it was made on a shoestring budget. A young woman enters the shot, wearing only a set of panties and an oversized t-shirt. She comes into the room and lays on the bed, picking up a magazine from the nightstand, and Dabi wonders if they're watching a horror movie. 

He finds out they're not within a matter of minutes, a boy the same age as her coming into the room, her saying her step brother should knock because she's only half dressed, and then the two rapidly escalate into making out on the bed. Dabi's whole body goes hot as he realizes that this must be one of the pornos that Shigaraki downloaded. He feels sick to his stomach when the dad? Step-dad? When an older man who thankfully looks absolutely nothing like either of the other two actors on screen comes in and asks what his little boy and little girl are doing. They try to make excuses but he doesn't let them stop, making them keep going, the two getting hot and heavy fast with him guiding them. Dabi wants to die as Shigaraki holds him close as they watch. Dabi has not watched a lot of porn in his life, he hasn't had much experience with sex either, and he has been doing his best to not think about it while he's been stuck with Shigaraki like this, but he knows now that he shouldn't have let his guard down. 

He hates watching the boy start to sink into the woman, and how he's so inexperienced that he barely makes it two thrusts before he's cumming inside of her and stammering with his embarrassment. He hates that the father-figure makes him pull out, telling him that he's going to show him how a real man is supposed to fuck a cunt, and he doesn't stick his dick into the woman who clearly still wants this. Instead he pins the boy down, squirts some lube into his hole, and then starts to fuck his ass, shoving the boy's face into the woman's crotch and making him lick his cum out of her pussy while he's being fucked. He hates himself for the fact that he has had so little experience with things like this that his body goes from just being hot with anxiety to being hot with... arousal as the men and woman start to get more and more into it, the wet sounds of their bodies meeting and their moans filling up the room. Dabi doesn't want it to happen, and he's trying so hard to will his body to make it stop, but he is starting to tremble as his cock starts to fill for the first time in months. 

The panties that Shigaraki loves to make him wear are always just barely big enough to cover him completely and the skirts are always light and airy, but this time, this one doesn't have a lot of ruffles. It's just one piece, and as he starts to get aroused, his panties and the skirt start to tent and Dabi is breathless with his horror as it happens.

"Oh, princess," Shigaraki notices so quickly that Dabi suddenly realizes that he wasn't watching what was happening on screen at all. He was waiting for this. "Look at that, are you old enough to start to appreciate these kinds of movies?" He reaches for him and Dabi only doesn't twist away from him because the other man isn't wearing his gloves and he is terrified that he's about to be shattered apart as Shigaraki wraps four fingers around the tent of him in his skirt. Dabi barely stops himself from reaching down and catching his wrist, wanting to yank his touch away from his cock that throbs as he's given any touch there when he's aroused. He hasn't had that in so long. Too stressed from everything happening, not just since he was locked in here, but since things went so badly at Kamino. He knows that he doesn't want to be touched now, but his body reacts like it's getting the same kind of nourishment and indulgence as it did when he was able to have the greasy dinner and sweet dessert. He doesn't want it, but the animal part of him doesn't care. The pressure as Shigaraki squeezes him and weighs him against his palm makes his body get more aroused. 

"Don't, please." Dabi isn't sure that he's ever heard his voice so small, but the terror in his chest as he realizes why Shigaraki let him have such a... relaxing afternoon is horrible. He wanted him to let go. Wanted him to forget himself and end up letting his guard down. Has wanted to escalate this since the moment that he took him into this room and has just been waiting to get an excuse for it to happen. 

"You don't want Daddy to touch your cute little clit, princess?" He asks, his lips shifting to press kisses along the side of his neck. Dabi's eyes burn with tears as his whole body, even with the distress that is saturating his mind and making his chest squeeze like there is a vice being tightened around his ribs, doesn't stop his skin from tingling and looking for more of the good sensations that he's being given now. His body has been so strung out and stressed that it can't help how much it wants to be given more of these sensations as the other man keeps touching him. "Okay, baby girl. But I think that it's time for bed. If you can behave for that, we can go to sleep." 

Dabi doesn't know what misstep will constitute as 'misbehaving', but he tries to grasp at any possible reprieve that he can get. "Okay, Daddy." His voice is so thin and croaked, not able to hide his terror in the slightest, and Shigaraki gives him one last kiss and squeeze that makes Dabi's prick ache before he lets go of him and lets him get up.

He was right about not getting to take another shower tonight, and that leaves him without the possibility of cold water chilling his entire body so that he can get away from the bitter arousal that is still sitting on his nerves. But he goes and washes his face and brushes his teeth, taking the slow, methodical actions and trying his best to use them to let some of that heat ebb away. He manages to, at least, not be rock hard anymore by the time that he and Shigaraki are finished washing up for bed. But when they go back out into the bedroom, Dabi dreads what he knows is coming next. He does his best to not whimper as Shigaraki sits on the edge of the bed and waits. He doesn't want to be spanked, but he hopes that the hits will turn off the horny part of his brain with such a firm reminder of what he is actually being forced to suffer in this place. 

But he's barely crawled into Daddy's lap before his gloved hand is moving along the curve of his ass, stroking and teasing the constant ache that is always dully under his skin from taking hits here every single day. Dabi bites his lip hard and closes his eyes, trying to focus on anything else, to send his mind anywhere else, to keep himself from having to feel this. 

"You were such a good girl today, princess. I'm so proud of how well you were able to follow my instructions, and you made such pretty things today. I think that this will be good for you, baby." He praises him and Dabi doesn't want those words. He doesn't like how, with his body stripped down from all of its defenses, they press in on aches deep inside of him that he didn't know lived there and make him feel... good. He doesn't want to feel good, and he is desperately trying to stay soft as Daddy lifts his hand and brings it down against his ass. Sometimes he starts off lighter, building up to the hardest slaps that must have a power quirk behind them to leave him sore enough each day that no matter how he sits, he always has to remember exactly what he is and that he is not going to ever be allowed to be anything else. But today he goes hard right away, hitting the back of his thighs instead of the swell of his ass, making Dabi's body flinch forward, and making him rub his cock against Shigaraki's thigh. 

He doesn't want it, and hardly understands how it's possible, but as the pain of the spanking rushes through his body, that little bit of friction turns achingly sweet and he finds himself whimpering as his prick starts to get hard again. The second hit is against his ass and Dabi is near sobbing when it happens as his cock goes to full hardness, and he feels how Shigaraki's is starting to press against his sweats as well. Everything is only made worse when Shigaraki reaches for the waistband of his panties and he pulls them down in the back. Dabi's breaths start to go shallow and panicked as he waits to see what he does next. 

He's not expecting his voice to be low and hot when he instructs, "Spread yourself wide for me, princess." 

Dabi trembles, choking on the sob that wants to slip out of his throat, but he reaches back anyway. He spreads his cheeks open and holds them there, letting the other man look at him more intimately than any other person really has, and he hates the way that the humiliation of it doesn't take away the fact that his prick is still hard. He doesn't want to be hard, doesn't want to feel any of this, but he can't get away from it as Shigaraki hums. 

"You have such a cute little cunt, baby girl." And then his fingers are against his hole. Dabi's breath catches in his throat, terrified that he'll shove his fingers inside and shatter him when he does. He isn't sure if what happens instead is better or worse than that when Shigaraki draws his hand back and then brings it down again, hard, right against his hole. Dabi lets out a squeal as the pain goes through him, making him buck in Shigaraki's lap. "Now, now, you need to stay still, princess, you have seven more spankings tonight." He doesn't wait for Dabi to comply with that order this time, using his other arm to brace his hips firmly to trap him. Dabi grips his skin tightly, wanting nothing more than to let go and try to get out of the other's lap, but not given a chance to do so before Shigaraki is leveling another hard slap against his hole again. 

When Dabi bucks with pain this time, he can't help letting out a soft cry as the tight hold and the motion makes him all but hump Shigaraki's leg, sending pleasure racing along his skin with the pain. No, no, no-- but the hits keep coming, the friction keeps building, and by the time the tenth spanking is done, Dabi is leaking in his panties and his vision is misted over red from how badly his hole hurts from being spanked. Shigaraki blows against him, the cool air mocking and that shatters him. This is all just a game and he's enjoying every torment that he puts Dabi through even if he feigns concern. Dabi hasn't cried in front of anyone else in over a decade, but the tears come bloody and rough as he sobs. 

"Oh, little girl," Shigaraki's voice is sickeningly saccharine as he uses his strength to take Dabi out of his lap and put him on the bed, on his back so that he can see the shameful way his cock has leaked all through the thin white panties, making them nearly see-through. "Lying to Daddy?" He says, a glint in his eyes that makes him want to set the entire bed on fire. Shigaraki reaches right to his panties and tears them away, the fabric shredding terrifyingly easily and leaving him completely on display with his nightie pushed up. He tries to shake his head, but Shigaraki's hand is already on his cock, squeezing him hard and using the slickness of his pre to stroke up along him, his thumb dragging roughly along Dabi's ladder and leaving him sobbing harder as his toes curl against the sheets from how good it feels to be touched like that. "Saying you don't want to be touched, but you were so eager to hump my leg like a little whore while you were getting your spankings." 

He wants to scream, he wants to protest, he wants to turn them both into ash, but all he does is cry harder as Shigaraki shifts over him on the bed, reaching to the nightstand and taking out a bottle of lube from the drawer. He doesn't want this, but he isn't given any choice about it as Shigaraki comes back between his legs and makes him spread them open wider. He knew that this was coming, has known it for weeks, but it doesn't make the violation now any more bearable as Shigaraki murmurs, 

"Maybe it's time for my little girl to learn how to only be Daddy's whore." He clicks open the lube and ignores the way that Dabi cries harder. He doesn't care. He was waiting for an excuse and Dabi's body finally surrendered to the reprieve of stress and gave it to him. He let his guard down. He... let this happen to himself. He should have known that things would be fucked when he showed up at the League of Villains HQ with a literal child and nearly got killed by his new boss. He should have known better when he realized that he had already crossed paths with AFO's people once when he saw the doctor and the worst of the nomu. He should have never come back after Gigantomachia, should have never made his ambitions so plain that Shigaraki had been able to pin down everything that was so important to him that he would have all the leverage that he would ever need to use it against him. 

Dabi hates himself as much as he hates Shigaraki, as much as he hates his father, as the other man pushes two fingers inside of his swollen, aching rim and murmurs, "Fuck, princess, your pussy is so tight and hot. You're going to feel so good spread open on your Daddy's cock." 

But he doesn't set the bed on fire. He just tucks his face as deeply into the pillows as he can as he cries, and lets Shigaraki's mouth move along his neck and his hand move between his legs. Burning this all down won't save him, and he knows that, it will just give Shigaraki an excuse to be more cruel to him. Dabi hates how little he's stretched for how much it makes his cock leak as Shigaraki nibbles at his neck and teases his nipples with his other hand, making more of that sick, unwanted pleasure take up residence in his body, even as every movement of his fingers makes his sore hole twinge with fresh pain. 

He sobs harder than he ever has, smoke leaking from his seams with his distress, when Shigaraki pulls his fingers out of his body and reaches down to pull his cock out of his sweatpants. He has felt him against his body before, but seeing him now, fully hard, and so much bigger and thicker than he is, only makes the reality of this situation all the worse.

"I know it's your first time, princess," he says, his voice and expression still unbearably sweet. "So it might hurt a little, but Daddy is going to teach you how to be such a good girl for him." He doesn't know if Shigaraki is just playing into a sick delusion for his own gratification, or if he somehow actually does know that Dabi hasn't ever had someone inside of him like this before, but either way, he doesn't slow down or stop as he lines up and starts to push inside of him. 

The pressure is blinding as he's made to stretch so much wider than his fingers, the tension in his body only making it worse as it happens. Dabi thinks his body might be desperately trying to give him some kind of reprieve when his cock twitches as it happens, his orgasm pushing through his veins to take his mind away from that stretch and ache. But the way that the pleasure sweeps through his body for a handful of seconds only makes him feel worse in the aftermath as he realizes that he is still hurting so badly as his hole is stretched wide, Shigaraki still only pushing inside, and not even thrusting properly yet. 

Dabi tries to put his mind elsewhere, to become numb to this pain the way he's become numb to the agony of overusing his quirk, but he stays horribly, achingly present for every thrust into his body. Present when Shigaraki keeps touching him, when he leans down and kisses him, pushing his tongue into his mouth so he can taste his sobs, and then when it laves along his cheeks so that he can swallow away his blood too. He wants so badly to numb himself from this the way that he thought he was managing before as he lost his words. But there is no blunting the horror of everything he is enduring for the eternity it takes for Shigaraki's cock to twitch inside of him and fill him with his cum. 

Dabi cries and cries, longer and louder than he has since he burned as Shigaraki pulls him into his chest when he's finished and strokes his hair, telling him what a good girl he's being. 

///

"I know that you were upset last night, princess." Shigaraki tells him when he wakes the next morning, still sticky and feeling like death. "I didn't realize how much you wouldn't like it to have your clit make such a mess, but Daddy has a way to keep you a cute little girl forever." 

He makes Dabi go shower and he hates that the other man joins him inside, a numb dread spreading through him as he makes peace with the fact that if the other man tries to do something medical to his body, he is immolating himself then and there. When he's clean, Shigaraki takes him into the closet and picks out his princess clothes for the day before taking something out of one of the drawers. The pink silicone sleeve with the metal ring is not something Dabi has any point of reference for, but it looks small, and he squeezes his legs shut tighter when Shigaraki tells him,

"Let me see your pretty clit, baby girl." 

"No." The word feels like a fishhook is being ripped out of his skin. He hasn't failed to comply with Shigaraki's commands since this first started, knowing that doing so would just make things worse for him. But what does he have left to lose now? His villain work has been taken from him, the freedom to come and go, a private space for himself, his dignity, all of it is gone. And last night, Shigaraki did the thing that he was so scared of. Now that that line has been crossed, what is really going to happen but him doing it over and over again? Dabi doesn't know if he's ever going to be allowed on the field again, so why is he bothering to keep preserving himself like this? 

"Don't talk back, princess, or you'll have to be punished." 

"Fuck you, you sick motherfucker." 

He was expecting to be spanked later, he wasn't expecting Shigaraki to hit him across the face so hard that he feels three staples tear free and his stomach lurch immediately with nausea from how bad the pain is. The force of the blow knocks him off of the little stool and sends him crashing to the floor. And Shigaraki doesn't stop there. He sets aside the pink thing and then catches Dabi by the hair, twisting the locks tightly in his fingers as he silently drags him, kicking and clawing uselessly at his hand as he's dragged back into the bathroom. He is bent over the tub, his head forced back, and Dabi sobs fresh as he shoves the bar of soap into his bleeding mouth and then shoves his head under the tap, the icy water pouring out at full blast, filling his nose, and making him thrash as he struggles to find a single breath. His body heats with his flames, his distress so high as he thinks he's dying, but Shigaraki just pulls him back out, glaring at him. 

"If you burn me, I will tear your quirk out of your body forever, princess." And then he shoves him back under again. 

By the time that he's let back out. Dabi doesn't even want to wash the awful taste of the soap away from his teeth, even though there are chunks of it lodged inside of his molars from how he bit down on it as the other man just so casually tortured him. How? How can he keep finding ways to escalate things and make them so much worse. He can't help it when he starts to sob again, and Shigaraki just sighs, picking him up off of the bathroom floor and carrying him over to the sink. Dabi wants to curl in on himself in a tight ball and turn into nothing, but Shigaraki doesn't let him. He runs a towel through his freshly soaked hair gently, then makes him open his mouth and brushes his teeth until all Dabi can taste is mint. He takes out his medical bag and threads new staples through his skin and puts on the antiseptic, the ice cold water of the tub likely the only thing that kept the wound from immediately swelling the side of his face. 

He doesn't make a peep this time when Shigaraki carries him back into the closet, sits the stool back up, and puts him down on it. 

"Let me see your clit, princess." He says again and Dabi just trembles as he opens his legs for the other man silently. Shigaraki picks up the silicone piece again and reaches for him, tucking his cock inside, the space small and tight, constricting him enough for it to be uncomfortable, and Shigaraki frowns. He takes out all of Dabi's piercings and then puts it back on him, and that, at least, makes the pinching sensation go away, even if he still feels like there's not enough room in the cage for him. "There, now my little girl will stay cute whenever Daddy is playing with his pretty cunt." 

He pats Dabi's head like his scalp isn't still screaming from the agony of being dragged through the room and turns to give Dabi his clothes for the day. 

He doesn't remember anything else that happened with how far away and numb his brain had gone. 

///

After that day, things are different. Shigaraki doesn't wait for him to give him an excuse to touch him, he just does whenever he wants to. Nearly every night after his spankings, Shigaraki fucks him. Whenever he has a free afternoon, he makes Dabi get on his knees and teaches him to take his massive cock into his throat until his head is swimming with his humiliation and the thin breaths that he's allowed as he's made to cockwarm the other man for hours and hours on end before his jaw goes numb and then Shigaraki just holds his head in place as he fucks his face until he's spilling his cum all over his mouth and he is left all filthy and used. 

The first time that he does it with him in his 'clit cage', he brings his mouth against Dabi's hole and eats him out. He didn't know that people actually did things like that and he wants to be disgusted, but the way that his tongue is soft and wet, and nothing hurts as he licks inside of him, makes his arousal heat his veins again. He doesn't want that heat, but it's happening anyway-- just not in the way it expects for it to. With the silicone gripping him so tightly, not a drop of blood can get into his crotch. Dabi writhes on the bed as he's forced to feel his body ache and spread that warmth all throughout him, until he's making desperate, anguished sounds of pleasure as he trembles, some other kind of orgasm starting to creep along his nerves, but he isn't allowed to feel it crest. Shigaraki stops, looking at how, even forced soft, Dabi has started to leak out of the tip of the cage. He waits until Dabi's body has calmed and then he fucks him for his own satisfaction, never letting Dabi find that thing that could have lead to his own, not that he ever really wanted it in the first place. He hates everything that Shigaraki does to him, but he takes every action without any further protest. Shigaraki will become crueler if he offers him even the barest thread of an excuse and he doesn't think that he can possibly handle anything else cruel. He hates himself when he sees how hollow his eyes have grown when he looks in the mirror, when he sees his mother's eyes staring back at him. 

Dabi tries to find his resolve, his rage, but nothing comes to him. He just. He just exists like this because he doesn't even know if he could kill himself. He's pretty sure that the doctor can bring back corpses from past the brink, and he doesn't want to see what Shigaraki will do to him if he gets turned into a nomu or something else. He knows that there would be a greater punishment than anything that has happened before, so he just... lets this keep happening to him. Just tries to let it wash over him as he feels so, so empty that he can't imagine getting to exist outside of this room anymore. 

He doesn't know how much time has passed as Shigaraki's plaything, not until one day, the other man comes into the room and takes out the laptop. He sits down next to him on the couch and says that they need to go over the training regiment that he had helped create for the new soldiers as they were preparing to eventually be in more combat. He made a plan for six months when they took over the PLF, not knowing how long it would be until they started to make their next major moves throughout Japan. But the realization that they're a week from completing that plan... it makes something fractured break fresh inside of him, and Dabi doesn't make a sound as his seams start to bleed again as tears run down his face.

Shigaraki sets the laptop aside and pulls him into his lap, hand curling around the back of his neck and shushing him gently. "What's wrong, baby girl?" 

And there is so much living inside of him, so much anger that has turned to nothing but ash from how his flames have been completely smothered beneath his skin, that he just can't stop the words from coming out anguished instead of accusatory. "Why are you doing this?" He sobs, unable to stop the sounds when they come. "I--I never messed up," he's learned not to swear anymore, that lesson is ingrained in him now even as he forgets to hold his tongue. "I did what you asked, I was a good lieutenant--" 

"Shh, sweetheart, oh." He holds him closer, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "I didn't realize-- you're not being punished for doing something wrong." He says gently. "I always tell you when you're being punished. But I know that you were ready to leave us. I know that you just wanted to hurt yourself to see the heroes fail. That's not an option anymore, baby girl. I'm not going to let you hurt yourself. You're going to stay right here, with us, with me. You're not being punished for your work, baby girl, and you can go back to it whenever you think you're ready, but you can't just work to hurt yourself. I'm trying to show you how good things could be outside of that. You could come back to our room every night and know that everything is taken care of for you. That someone is always happy to see you and will always make sure you're taken care of. You can have good food, entertainment, and feel good whenever you want. You don't have to suffer and scrape by anymore. You can be happy outside of our work, princess, I'm just waiting for you to let yourself have that." 

The words hit his ears, but they don't seem to sink in and Shigaraki puts away the laptop again and just holds him as he cries and cries. He must cry himself to sleep at some point, but he is still woken back up later on as he's being tucked into bed, Shigaraki pressing a kiss to his temple and murmuring that he can rest for the night, they'll double up on his spankings tomorrow to make up for missing them tonight.

///

Shigaraki has an easel, a tarp, and a massive variety of paints, paint mediums, brushes, and pallets brought into the room for him the next day and he tells him to make something again. When he's gone, Dabi stares at the big canvas and he finally feels some of the anger that was in him spreading again. It's not an expression of art, it's random fury that has him just throwing the supplies at the canvas until there is a huge mess. Then Dabi goes and curls back up in the bed to sleep again until he's forced to do something else. 

And the pattern stays like that for... a while. He doesn't know how long it is. He just knows that the smallest thing sends him sobbing or sends him into a blind rage that he can't do anything with. It gets so bad, and he becomes so scared that he might burn Shigaraki and lose his quirk forever that he digs out the quirk canceling bands from the toy chest and puts those on so that he doesn't accidentally catch the sheets on fire when he starts to have nightmares every single night. They start as just him reliving the memories of being a child. Of being so sure, and then so helpless and angry as his body betrayed him. His determination coming to abject despair when his father didn't show up at the mountain, and then those phantasms morphing again. How he wouldn't have been alone if it was his Daddy that he had been waiting for on the mountain. That no matter how much he hurts now, at least he hasn't ever been lied to, disregarded, or ignored. Shigaraki's hands reaching for him in his dreams and showing him that he can feel good, that he can be childish and useless, but that he can still be worthy of being given attention and being taken care of. Dabi hates it so much, hates himself, but he can't help the relief that goes through him when he wakes up and finds Shigaraki really is right there, and that if he so much as shifts or makes the smallest whimper from the lingering terror of his dreams, the other man rouses himself and pulls him close, stroking his hair and holding him. If that's not enough to make the tension leave him, he gives Dabi a newer horror that takes him out of his memories completely, by having him roll onto his stomach or back to get his cock pressed inside his ass or he has him move down his body and has his soft cock in his throat until he is tired again and falls asleep to a pure darkness. 

Dabi isn't sure his head feels at all like his own anymore when one day, Shigaraki comes back into the room barely after Dabi's lunch is finished. He has a medium sized box in his arms, wrapped in black paper with a bright red ribbon on it that has been tied into a bow. 

"Princess?" 

He looks up. He ate his lunch like he was supposed to, but Shigaraki didn't give him anything else to do for the day, so he's just been... staring, he realises. His tablet is in his hands, but the screen is dark from how long it took him to... what was he doing on it? Playing a game? Reading a book? Watching something? He can't remember. When he's given Shigaraki his attention, the other man moves the box to one arm and then offers his other free hand to Dabi. He never slips with his quirk and Dabi takes three of his fingers and sets his tablet aside as he stands up from the couch. Shigaraki leads him over to the bed and has him sit down on the edge of that instead.

"I know that things have been so hard for you lately," Shigaraki tells him like he's not the reason that things have been so bad. "And I'm not sure that this is going to work at all at this rate." 

That sends fresher alarm bells ringing. He doesn't know what is going to happen to him if Shigaraki decides that he isn't worth the trouble that he's been going through to try and... shape him into his perfect toy. Will he throw him out the same way he was discarded the first time? Toss him to the doctor to be made into a monster? His heart catches in the back of his throat and he doesn't know how to make himself not tremble with terror as he realizes that this might be the last prelude he has to the destruction that Shigaraki wants to bring him to. "I-- I'll be good, Daddy." He tries to promise, his mouth dry. 

"You always promise, baby." He says with a soft sigh, "You always do what you're told and you've been very well-behaved for a long time, sweetheart. But you aren't happy." He puts the box beside him on the bed and then cups his face between his palms, holding him there with eight fingers and making Dabi breathless with the terror of oblivion. "I don't just want you to be well-behaved, princess, I want you to be happy." 

Any other words that he had get locked up tight in his throat. He... hasn't been happy at all since he was a young child and he doesn't know how he could even pretend to lie about being that here when he is suffering every moment that he spends with Shigaraki like this. 

Shigaraki sighs again like he knows exactly what he's thinking before he reaches for the box and puts that in Dabi's lap, the container nearly as big as his torso, but far lighter than Dabi would have expected it to be. He looks at it and then up at Shigaraki again. "Open it up, baby." 

Dabi's hands tremble, terrified of what might be inside as he does. But when the ribbon has fallen away, the paper is split open, and he's able to remove the crisp white lid from the top, he is just left even more confused when he sees that a big white teddy bear has been smooshed inside. He looks back up at Shigaraki and he takes the bear out of the box and sets that aside before putting the bear up against the pillows. It's only when it's fully out of the boxy, the nubby legs of the plush open as it is set at the head of the bed, that Dabi's whole face goes hot as he sees that this isn't just a stuffed toy for children like the moth that he's had since the start of this. This toy was made for adults to play with, the soft silicone lips of a fake pussy in a pale fleshy color visible now. Dabi doesn't understand how Shigaraki keeps finding new ways of making him feel so disgusting and small, but as he looks back up at him, he finds the other man giving him a soft, pitying smile. 

"I know you're not happy being Daddy's little girl, so Daddy is going to give you a chance to get to go back to the way you were before." The words have to be a lie, have to be a trick, but Dabi feels like his chest might crack with how hard they make his heart beat inside of it. "No more spankings, no more princess clothes, you can go sleep in your own room again, go back to work when you feel ready. You just have to behave yourself and not go after Endeavor or mistreat your body again and this will all be done." 

That is so much more freedom than he has now that Dabi would be able to live with that. He could make it through to when the League finally doesn't have any choice but to face Endeavor on the field. He could do that, he thinks, and maybe he won't feel like he's going to shatter apart every single day. 

"All you have to do is prove to Daddy that you actually can be a big boy." He reaches down and pushes up Dabi's skirt. He hasn't worn pants in... months now. Dabi wonders if they'll feel strange on his legs when he gets to again. "Lift your hips, baby." He murmurs, making Dabi push his weight back so that Shigaraki can take off his panties before he reaches for the key that he has been wearing on a chain around his neck since he locked up Dabi's cock in the sleeve. "Daddy is going to unlock your clit and you can have an hour. All you have to do is show Daddy that you can fuck Teddy. If you can make her pussy messy, then when you're all done, Daddy will go get your room ready for you again." 

The humiliation of being forced to use the stuffed toy as the key to his freedom makes him sick to his stomach, but this is the only out that he's been given in all of the months that Shigaraki has kept him here. He has to take whatever chance he can get now, to make it out. "...Okay, Daddy." 

Shigaraki smiles at him, making the chill in Dabi's body go even starker as he tries to find the trick. But it's shown to him all too soon as he reaches down and takes off the cock sleeve. Dabi thought... that it looked different. It was always the same pink, but he thought that maybe it seemed smaller than when he first put it on. He hadn't been sure though, when he was just being made to feel so small and wrong in his own body for months, but he realizes now as it comes off of him, that it is absolutely a smaller model than the one that he had been first shoved into all of those months ago. That Shigaraki must have been sizing him down with identical looking pieces so he wouldn't notice it as he made things worse and worse. Because when the sleeve comes off now, it barely is big enough to fit in the palm of Shigaraki's hand, and showing him his cock that was hidden beneath it, reveals to Dabi that he's been shrunk right along with it. 

Dabi had never given his cock much thought. Even the piercings there, like the ones on his nose, through his chest, along his ears, had been done not for the sex appeal, but because the places without metal on his body were so glaring that it bothered him. He never cared about his dick beyond the fact he was glad he didn't burn it off or something because that would have made his life absolutely more difficult. But he cares a lot as he sees that he's barely an inch and a half long now, maybe an inch wide, settled against his sac and making him feel like he did when he woke up from his coma. When that happened, he had been shocked and horrified by how his body had grown while he was asleep. Now he's horrified by how he's been made small while he was wide awake and just not registering that it was happening. He wants to cry but Shigaraki leans over to set the cage by the nightstand and turns the alarm clock so Dabi can see it as he sets the alarm for an hour.

He takes a shaky breath and tries to move onto the bed, between the legs of the plush. It's mortifying to do so and he doesn't know how he's going to manage this at all, but he has to try. This is the only chance he has to get out of this situation and he reaches down to try to stroke his fingers along his small cock. Dabi's breath catches in the back of his throat as he touches himself. No one has touched him there since the first night that Shigaraki used his body for his own satisfaction. And now that he's out of the cage, it's like every one of the nerve endings he had have been packed closer together and forced him to be even more sensitive than he thought that he could be. He finds himself having to bite his lip hard to keep from moaning as soon as he starts to touch himself, the blood in his veins heating as he does so. 

But his cock doesn't get hard. It feels good, but as he tries to stroke himself, there is just that heat of his blood aching around his body but not making his dick get hard. Dabi starts to spit into his palm but Shigaraki stops him, sitting on the bed and watching him as he touches himself. 

"Don't be icky, baby girl." He says, reaching into the nightstand for their lube. He opens it, and instead of squirting it into Dabi's palm, he leans over and squirts it onto the toy's crotch, the lube sliding along the folds of the false cunt and making it glisten. "Come on, big boys fuck tight little cunts." He says, that edge of mockery in his tone again, as he waits. 

Dabi is beyond humiliation when he has to hold the light stuffed animal in place as he still tries to hold his cock steady as he moves to rub himself against the silicone. The lube and the inanimate flesh is very cold against him, but it is soft and slick and that part of it does feel good. But as Dabi rubs himself on it, getting him and the toy wet in the places that he needs to be to get his cock inside of it, he still isn't able to harden. He rubs and thrusts against the cunt, but he's still having to pinch himself at his base, lifting his shrunken cock to try and make it work right as he tries to get inside of the toy's cunt. 

The hole is small enough that it should be tight around most cocks, but when Dabi manages to push inside, it doesn't quite hug him. It just lightly gives him sensation around his length as he sits inside, having to take his hand away from his base just to manage that. But he's still not hard and he feels how tightly and how precariously he has to hold his hips to... just keep his cock from slipping out of the fleshlight. Dabi shifts, using his hands to hold the teddybear around its soft waist and then trying to move the plush body into him so that the silicone will clutch his cock tighter and he can mimic fucking it the way Shigaraki said to. That feels better, but he still slips out after a few weak movements. He has to push himself back inside again when his cock only manages to turn a little pinker as his blood goes to it, but it still can't get properly hard as it happens. 

He tries to work himself up, and the oversensitive nerves of his cock obliged, but he's slipped out of the cunt again when he gives another thrust, rubbing the lips along his soft length before he shudders and gasps as he cums. His whole face flames red as his cock pulses with pleasure that he hasn't felt in months, and hasn't ever felt like this before as his cum doesn't gush out in bursts, but just dribbles out of his soft length and drips on the toy and down his balls. He is humiliated, but he still makes himself glance up at Shigaraki to see if that has earned him his freedom. Instead he finds the other man just looking at him with blatant amusement. 

"That's not how a big boy is supposed to cum when fucking a pussy, baby girl. You can try again, you still have time." 

So Dabi does. He spends a desperate ten minutes trying to force his overstimulated body to put blood in his cock, stroking himself rough and hard to just try to get hard. When that still doesn't work, he pushes two fingers into the cunt along with his cock, trying to force it to stay inside even though the position has him slumping deep into the plush toy as he tries to thrust. But that sensation, the knowledge of how hard he's trying and how poorly this is going, doesn't let him get as aroused as he needs to even though he just wants to be done with this and get out. 

He still has twenty minutes left on the clock when Dabi... gives up. A sob tears out of his chest and he just lets himself slip out of the toy, tempted to throw it off of the bed. He should have known that there never really was a chance for him to get out. Shigaraki has stacked this deck in his favor completely, and he never had a chance of getting free. It was always going to turn out this way for him.

"What's wrong, princess? You still have time." 

But it doesn't matter. He isn't getting out of this, he isn't going to make his body do what he wants it to, and he absolutely can't force his head to work right either anymore as he pushes away from the toy, a sob tearing out of his chest. He knows that he's absolutely ruined and that he's done fighting it when the tears fall down his cheeks and he turns to push into Shigaraki's space because Shigaraki is the person who is always there, who always comforts him when he cries. Ruined. He's been ruined since he was five. At least this Daddy still wants him broken. 

He lets out the loudest, most wracking sob that he has since he burned, and Tomura immediately shushes him and gathers him into his arms. He strokes his skin and kisses the top of his head. "I know, princess. I'm so sorry Daddy had to be so mean. But you understand now, don't you, baby girl?" 

Dabi never wanted to let his mind stray into the delusion that Shigaraki has been trying to craft for him since he brought him to this room and took away everything that he thought made him him. But he does feel it now. in the mess in his chest, his head, his soul. He's so broken. He was so broken before he ever reached this room. He was ready to die, ready to do it screaming and furious because he was numb to everything else for so, so long. But he's not numb anymore. He feels every aching wound that has been carved into his skin from a lifetime of existing in a role that didn't want him, a father that threw him away, a body that didn't want to live. He feels it all, and he feels how solid Shigaraki's arms are around him, how his body isn't as brittle and thin as it used to be because he's made sure that he has been eating well since he took over making decisions for him, how he's aching and sick with his emotions, but they aren't burning him alive this time because he was able to make him give up his quirk to the bands at his wrists so he would actually be able to let them scream out of his chest. 

"D-Daddy," he sobs, trying to push himself deeper into his arms like the embrace will make it all better. He just wants to feel better. He doesn't want to fight anymore. He just wants to not hurt anymore. 

"I'm right here, princess." He murmurs, kissing the top of his head. Tomura reaches over to the nightstand and turns off the alarm that would have run out. "It's okay, Daddy's going to help you feel so good now, baby girl." He makes Dabi move back between the legs of the toy, shifting him so that he is resting most of his weight against the soft toy, his clit pressed against the soft wet folds of the fake cunt and his face able to get buried against the white fur, staining it red with his tears where he does. But Daddy's hands move around so that he can cup his tits, playing with his nipples as he presses kisses along the back of his neck. "You're so cute, princess. It makes Daddy so happy to see you opening up like this. You deserve a reward, baby girl." 

Dabi wants to feel good. He doesn't want this big ache in him anymore, and if his Daddy can make it go away, then he'll do whatever he asks. He just wants it all to stop. So he sends his mind to his nerves, to the way that Tomu's hands are cool against his skin, but they're gentle and careful with his quirk as he tweaks his nipples until they're so sensitive that just the way the fur is tickling them makes him very aware of hos sensitive his soft clit is as it's pressed between the bear's legs. He moans, rubbing himself against that texture as his Daddy's hands move down his body, around his hips, and to his ass. He spreads him open and then one leaves so that he can gush more of the icy lube against his pussy. He hasn't had Daddy's cock inside of him for a couple of days, he realizes dimly, and he missed the way his pussy would ache from the stretch of it. He lets himself arch up a little more, pushing the toy more firmly between his hips so that it lifts them more and keeps them open for his Daddy. 

"That's it, baby girl. Can you tell Daddy what you want?" He says so sweetly, pressing another kiss to the back of Dabi's neck as he pulls his hands away from his skin entirely, making Dabi whine weakly. 

"Want Daddy's cock, please." It's too easy for the words to fall off of his lips as tears slip over his cheeks fresh. "Wanna feel good, Daddy, please, please, please," And he knows he's not just begging for right now, he's begging for forever. He doesn't want to hurt ever again. He wants to know if he surrenders right now, that he's never going to have to hurt again. 

"There's my good girl." Tomura's voice is so warm and happy as he says it, the sound of his zipper pulling making Dabi moan as he rubs himself against the fleshlight again as his arousal goes hotter than the other tangled emotions in his head. Daddy kisses along his spine as his fingers go back to his cunt, making sure he's all wet and that his nerves are all hot and sensitive as he rubs his fingers against him. "So cute like this, sweetheart," he murmurs, taking his fingers away so that he can rub his cock against his cunt, letting the lube there get him nice and wet as his arms wrap around Dabi's waist and he angles his body up a little more so he can look down the length of him, making Dabi brace his elbows against the bed. "Your clit is so pink, baby girl." His voice is so hot in his ear and Dabi doesn't let the words stoke the humiliation that he's felt for so many months. He takes the words as the praise that they were always meant to be and can't help humping against the toy again when they sink into his skin and make his body tingle with fresh pleasure. "That's it, good girls don't have hard cocks that fuck pussies, they have cute, soft little clits that they like to rub. That feels so good already, doesn't it, baby girl?" 

Dabi can't make words from around the whimpers and moans that are already coming out of him, and he only manages a breathless nod as he feels how hard Daddy's cock is against him, his insides already warm from how badly he wants it inside, making him full and touching the special place that has made his body so hot each time he's made love to him without actually letting him cum for the past few months.

Tomura catches his chin and turns his head back towards him. He presses a kiss to his panting mouth and Dabi can't do anything but moan into it, clutching onto the sheets even tighter as his Daddy takes that opportunity to start to push his cock inside of his pussy. It always feels big, but after not having it for a few days, when his body is so hot and tight with his want, it feels even bigger and has Dabi moaning loudly as he pushes his hips back into it. But that takes pressure off of his clit, and then he wants it back and he feels trapped between the desires as he's stretched more and more as Daddy sinks so deep into his pussy. His whole body is shaking badly, a fresh sob tearing out of his throat as Daddy parts from the kiss to lick away some of the blood on his cheeks. 

"It's okay, baby, Daddy is going to make you feel even better. You're always going to feel so good now, princess." He promises. And he's kept all of his other promises. Not like-- Dabi pushes away the thoughts of the mountain. He doesn't have to think about that or that father anymore. Not if he chooses to become the little girl that his Daddy wants now. So he holds his body the way that Tomu wants as he pushes the toy harder into his clit, letting Dabi rub between the silicone folds as his Daddy starts to roll his hips too. His cock stirs him up, the thickness and length of it able to put pleasure deep along his walls and send his quirk fighting against the bracelets like it might try to tear free from his veins. Dabi feels like he's going to melt, his arousal finally high enough that he feels his clit twitch and start to get hard. He whimpers as it just gets enough blood in it to stand up a little, nudging at the toy's cunt. He whimpers, and Daddy notices. 

"Here, baby, don't worry, you're going to stay Daddy's good girl forever." He promises, shifting the toy so that he isn't nudging the hole anymore. His fingers move against Dabi's clit and that makes him moan even louder, his insides squeezing tightly around Daddy's cock from how good just that feels. He's not expecting it when Daddy takes his hand away and pushes his fingers deep into the toy. He hears a soft click and then Dabi is howling as the toy's whole pussy starts to vibrate, making his clit twitch and spill after barely two thrusts that Tomura's harder fucking brings him through. He whines and gasps, stars exploding across his vision as he's allowed to cum with stimulation against his clit and inside of his pussy for the first time in months. It feels so, so good without his head being as messy and bad as it was the first time, and he just lets himself whimper and whine, squirming beneath his Daddy as he keeps fucking his insides and keeps the toy vibrating against Dabi's hypersensitive clit as he does. Makes him keep going until Dabi is crying again weakly, drooling down his chin as his whole body shakes through a third orgasm, this one not letting out a drop of cum from his soft clit, but it still makes him feel so good. 

It takes a few more thrusts after that before Daddy fills him up with his cum and starts to press more kisses against his skin as he turns off the toy and tosses the messy thing off of the bed so he can roll Dabi over and he can lavish him with more kisses and cuddles. Dabi is dazed and sleepy, his whole body exhausted when they're finished, but it feels nice that Daddy wipes the cum off of his body and the tears from his face. He even picks him up and carries him to the bathroom. They take a bath together and Daddy washes his skin, gives him more and more sweet kisses, and Dabi's head feels as soft and floaty as his body does in the water. 

When they're all clean, he gets taken back into the closet to put on his nighty, but Daddy doesn't give him his panties. He brings him back to the bedroom instead and has him bend over for his spankings. He doesn't protest. Daddy needs to give him these so that he always remembers how to be his good girl, and he doesn't cry when he gets the ten that he needs every night. But he does start to whimper when being rubbed up against Daddy's lap without his panties on makes his clit hurt from how sensitive it is after being touched so much today. 

"It's okay, baby girl. Now that you know how good things can be when you're being well-behaved, you know that can be a special treat." He presses a kiss to his temple before he reaches back to the nightstand and picks up the cage again, then he hums. "I think this one is a little too big for you now, don't you, baby?" 

Dabi nods. It's whatever Daddy says it is. So long as he keeps paying attention to him, so long as he helps him not feel so messy and bad anymore. Daddy goes and gets a smaller one and gently tucks his clit inside of it before he gives him one more good night kiss. Then he holds Dabi close and he's able to fall into a blissfully dreamless sleep for the first time in months. 

///

Dabi didn't know that he was choosing to be so sad for so long, but he feels so much better after that. His Daddy starts to spend more of the day with him. Helping him to start to exercise again. At first it's just little stuff in his room, but eventually he wants to take him down to the gym and he gets him to put on his black pants, white shirt, and heavy boots. Dabi hasn't worn clothes like these in so long and he squirms around uncomfortable in them for a long time until Daddy gets him to put on a new bra and set of panties so that he can feel the comforting sensation of the lace against his skin. He takes him down to the gym and starts to make him exercise more, not just his body, but with his quirk too. He also takes him to the doctor, making him show him how his quirk works and talk about how it hurts when it does. There isn't an immediate solution for it, but the doctor sends the readings for his quirk off to the actual part of Detnerat that makes support gear so that he can have something new that will help make him not hurt as badly if he has to use his quirk a lot. 

And even though all of that feels like a lot, Dabi is rewarded every day that he has to do it all by getting to go back to his and Tomura's room. There, Daddy dresses him up in cute clothes again and dotes on him constantly. He lets him crawl into his lap whenever he wants to have cuddles, lets him kneel between his legs whenever he wants to know that he's making Daddy feel good too, and he rewards him for being so well-behaved by taking him into bed and showing him that he doesn't need his clit to cum. He can be such a good girl by learning to squirt instead. 

"Ah, ah, Daddy," he used to try and hold all of his sounds in, but now he is loud. He can't help it. Daddy makes his body feel so good that he can't keep them inside. He doesn't even cry that much anymore, only when his body is so, so hot and he needs it so badly that he can't focus. But with his pussy all full of Daddy's cock again as Daddy fucks him deep with his legs drawn up over his shoulders, a few tears slip out. His whole body is so hot and bright, no blood able to go to his clit in its micro cage. He wants to cum from his pussy, but Daddy has changed angles whenever he feels close. 

"That's it, baby, tell Daddy what you're feeling." 

"W-Warm, Daddy," he gasps, his thighs shaking badly. "Good. So hot, Daddy." Not his quirk. Daddy still lets him wear his bracelets when they're not training, and this is the first time that he thinks he's ever felt like melting just from the way that his Daddy is stroking his insides. He didn't know that he could feel so good that it would make him feel this hot. 

"Yeah?" Daddy kisses his neck. He always likes to kiss him there. And then his hand shifts from the back of Dabi's thigh to his pussy. He gathers up some of the lube that as been fucked out of his cunt and pushes it back inside along with his fingers, making Dabi howl as he is given such a big stretch alongside his Daddy's cock. His whole body goes taut as his fingers immediately push inside, the rhythm of his thrusts never stopping, as he starts to rub them against his prostate in a constant circle. He is keening, his moans higher and coming out with every single thrust. "What about now, baby? Are you feeling a pressure?" 

Dabi doesn't know if he manages to nod, to respond in any way, because he is so lost in the sensations that are going through him. It's too much, too good. He doesn't know what to call the sensation that goes through him before that molten heat of his insides starts to trickle out of him through his clit. It's the hot gush of something thinner than the dribble of cum that escapes his cage when he gets to orgasm, but it still feels wonderful as Daddy keeps fucking his pussy hard. 

"That's it, baby girl. You did such a good job. Daddy is so proud of you." And that makes his whole body feel even better as Daddy keeps fucking him until he's cum too. Dabi likes being a good girl for his Daddy so much, and that's all he focuses on when Daddy tells him that except for special occasions, his clit will only get to squirt from now on. 

///

Dabi has been working out with Daddy for a few weeks when he packs up a little bag for him. It has his sketchbook in it along with a package of alcohol markers, a few pencils, and some pens. He makes him put on his villain clothes and brings him down to one of the big meeting rooms, sitting him at the table, the other chairs all still empty. 

"Daddy has to attend this meeting, but he still wants to spend time with you. So you get to come here and sit while he works. You can draw or you can listen, and when work is all finished, we can go have lunch together, okay, princess?" 

"Okay, Daddy." He hasn't had to think about work in a long time, and as the other lieutenants come into the room, they don't acknowledge him, but they do greet Tomura as they sit down and start to talk about work things. Dabi doesn't pay attention for long, keeping his head down and filling up one of his pages with spirals and hatching. He hasn't had to focus on people besides his Daddy talking in a long time and all of these voices in the room are too many for him to be able to do it properly. He doodles, Daddy works, and when it's all done he gets to go back up to their room and be his princess again. He doesn't give it another thought. 

But then they go to another meeting the next day. It's smaller, just Daddy and Re-Destro, and with less voices, with him already being so used to following along with anything his Daddy says, Dabi is able to listen a little more to this conversation, still drawing, but not managing to finish the whole page like he did the day before. Detnerat has done a good job of taking over a lot of the support gear supply for a couple of major hero agencies. Ones that will definitely want to do something when the PLF makes its first moves. The pieces aren't just going to fail when they attack, they should detonate, taking out or badly injuring a good amount of the heroes that might be called against them. That's... a good plan. 

"How has no one noticed the bombs?" He asks, his voice soft, but the room is small and mostly quiet. Re-Destro looks surprised that he's spoken, and Dabi looks to his Daddy, nervous that he wasn't supposed to say anything but Tomura is smiling at him sweetly. 

"The doctor was able to recover the body of the woman who attacked Toga in Deika. Her quirk was harvested into a nomu that will be able to turn each one into a bomb the moment that we need it to detonate. There isn't anything for the heroes to notice before then." 

"Oh, okay." He ducks his head back down and tries to keep drawing, but he does listen to the rest of the conversation, noticing that Re-Destro does start to include him more, even if he doesn't directly ask for his thoughts on anything that is happening. 

He doesn't get punished for asking a question during the meeting, and his Daddy tells him, "If you have questions about what's happening, you can always ask, sweetheart. You can be as involved as you want in work outside of our bedroom, precious." 

Dabi rolls those words around in his head. He's been Daddy's little girl for so long now, he's not sure he remembers how to be anything else now. 

///

But over the course of the next two weeks, Tomura takes him to meetings every day.They get up early in the morning to train, come back to the room to clean up and have breakfast, and then they go to meetings until lunch. Dabi still brings his sketchbook, but after another two days, it has less doodles in it each one as he starts to take notes instead. That feels slow and clunky when the others sometimes talk so fast, especially when it's about things like the political climate that Dabi has a hard time following along with quickly. He wants to follow along though, his brain starting to focus more as they get back into the runnings of the PLF. 

He asks Tomura if he can bring his tablet one day, and Daddy gives him his laptop back instead, letting him sit and type up his notes throughout the meeting that he does find to be a lot faster and easier to review later. And he has time to review them because two weeks into this new routine, Tomura starts to leave him in the League's common area after lunch so he can go see the doctor until dinner. The others sometimes come through the room, but Dabi always curls in on himself, focusing on reading the files he can get into now that are related to the things being talked about in meetings, and they never come over to talk to him. He might be happier now that he's given into being his Daddy's little girl, but he still remembers how scared he was of it and how badly it hurt at the start. They all seemed to know it was what was best for him, but he doesn't like that. He is still mad at them for it and doesn't want to talk to them right now. Thankfully, none of them come to talk to him either. Sometimes Twice or Toga come and sit on the couch, not too far from him, but they do their own things and let Dabi curl in on himself and not talk. 

When Tomura comes back from the doctor, they go back to their room and over the meal, Dabi can ask about any of the work that is still being done as he realizes that he's been Tomura's baby girl for a year and a half now. 

"We're just taking things more slowly, baby girl." Tomura tells him easily. "The doctor could have rushed my progress, but then I would have had to be away from you for four whole months. I would rather take the treatments in smaller bursts as my body adjusts to my new quirks and I get to take care of you." 

That helps to make his insides a little warmer. "Did our numbers really double?" 

"Of course they did, princess. So many people are unhappy with how the heroes have handled the shift in power from All Might to Endeavor over the past year, especially after the good will from the fight with Hood wore off." 

Dabi hasn't heard anyone say his father's name in a long time and he feels Tomura's eyes on him and searching as he does now. He waits for the rage to come and make him want to burn away everything that he is so that he can be certain that Enji burns too, but it doesn't come. He just feels disgusted, tired. He still wants him dead, but he wants him gone so that he isn't a constant reminder of everything that he went through to make it to this point. It's a strange, slow realization that has him setting down his fork when it fully sinks in that he... wants to be here. Even as Shigaraki is giving him a taste of who he was before he started to be his little girl, he doesn't want to rush back into that life. He just... wants to be content like this. He can do his work during the day, come back to the room and put on these clothes just as easily, and then let his Daddy take care of everything else. That this can be enough, can be good and he doesn't have to worry about anything else beyond that. 

"Daddy?" 

"What is it, princess?"

"...Am I... still a lieutenant?" 

Tomura's eyes meet his and then Dabi drops his back to the table. "You are as soon as you think you're ready to go back to work in your full capacity." He says, his tone still patient and kind. 

"...Will I... still be your princess?" He doesn't know if he can give this up to go back to work. But knowing what the organization is doing, seeing how it has changed, what they're capable of now after a year and a half of work? That is interesting to him, and feeling his head start to work again just from listening in at the meetings for the past few days has helped him to start to find a middle ground between the hazy bliss that being with Tomura has put his head in, and the way that he used to be a real villain with real goals of his own. He doesn't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing though, and he... wants Tomura to decide for him. 

His Daddy smiles at him, reaching over to hold his hand with four fingers. Always so careful to never hurt him with his quirk even when he used to behave so badly. "Of course you will be, precious. You'll be mine forever, sweetheart, no matter what. Daddy is going to destroy the whole world to make certain that you can live however you want to." He doesn't say it, but the way that Tomura's eyes search his, the hopefulness in his expression begs him to consider, 'Isn't that better?' 'Won't that be better than the end he was racing towards before this?' He asks it without words and Dabi isn't expecting how sharp his chest aches when everything left inside of him screams his answer.

"I want to live with you, Daddy." He manages to say after a long minute. He wants it all to be finished, and then he just wants to be taken care of like this. Attention, affection, whenever he needs it. Someone who cares to notice his needs and make sure that they're actually being provided for. Someone who won't throw him away if he does something wrong and will instead take the time and effort to teach him to be better, who will punish him and then let him move forward. That is so much better than anything else that Dabi thought he would ever be able to ask for. 

"Okay, firefly. Then Daddy is going to help you start to get acclimated to work again." He smiles at him, "And when you're ready, when the PLF is ready, we're going to tear down the whole world together, until only the things that you like are left." 

That sounds nice, but Dabi knows that it only seems so good because he's never had anyone want to do so much for him since Toya died. 

///

Tomura had already started the process, easing Dabi out of what he now knows was some sort of subspace that was just letting him go along with whatever Tomura wanted him to do while they were together in their room. He still readily goes back to that each night, happy to pretend to be his little girl again who doesn't need to think for himself. He gets to be soft and small in their bedroom. He draws and colors when he doesn't have anything to do, he asks for cuddles and closeness when he wants that instead, and he gets to enjoy it whenever his Daddy decides he wants to do dirty things to his body. Putting on his villain clothes in the morning feels more like putting on a costume than it does to put on his princess clothes when he goes back to their room at night, but he knows how to put them on, knows that his tablet will have a schedule for him to follow along with just like the League's fridge will have his neatly labeled breakfast and lunch so that Tomura can see to his own business and treatments during the day while Dabi's time is occupied. 

It still takes a month of him actually being back to work before he has something to say at one of the lieutenants' meetings. It's nothing too big, just a tweak to the timeline that he thinks would work better if Tomura's treatments are going to continue at the rate they are. He isn't expecting the entire room to look at him like he's a unicorn or something. Like maybe they're afraid that if they breathe too loudly they'll scare him off again. But the suggestion is marked down and when the meeting ends, he follows his schedule to go have his lunch. 

He's only just finished taking out his bento and heating the portions that should be served warm when Toga comes into the common area too. He takes his food to the table and sits down to eat and she starts to rummage through the fridge. She's in there for a while, long enough he's halfway through his meal before she gives up and just goes to the pantry instead. She eventually sits down with a bottle of juice and a package of chips, taking the seat right across from him. He normally doesn't do anything when he's eating but focus on his food. Before Tomura started to take care of him, he used to work through all of his meals, just eating whatever he could get his hands on to make sure that he got something in him without wasting too much of his time. He tried to work on stuff again, but that made his head messy the same way it had felt back then and he didn't like it. So now he just eats his meals in peaceful silence-- or it would be if not for Toga rocking in her chair and taking loud sips of her juice, crunching her chips, or tapping her nails against the table. It's a constant flurry of sound and motion just on the edge of his awareness that he doesn't like. 

Dabi hasn't really spoken to anyone outside of meetings, and he doesn't want to start, but when he lets himself glance up and she is quickly trying to look like she wasn't staring at him he finds himself annoyed enough to put his voice back in his mouth. "Did you need something?" There is more vitriol in his tone than he's shown anyone in months, maybe over a year given he never speaks to his Daddy so rudely anymore. The memory of soap puts him off his appetite, but he knows that he needs to behave and finish the rest of his meal. So he starts to eat again, barely tasting his food when he does so and going faster than before so he can be done with this conversation and this meal so he can go work on his reports before he changes back into Daddy's Little Girl for when Tomura gets home. That will help to take away the uncomfortable memory of his misbehaving and the uncomfortable way he feels having to spend time with any of the others outside of work. 

"How are you doing?" She asks as soon as he speaks, abandoning any pretense of wanting the food that she picked out. "Did you miss us? Did Tomura help?" Each question hits him like a lash against his skin and he bristles further. "It's been so hard not to talk to you, but Tomura said that we had to wait until you were ready, and you've still been so quiet in meetings, and I know we're not supposed to rush you, but I just want to know that you're okay, and I don't know if this is too much--" 

It's absolutely too much for him, his entire body heating with his quirk as he's put so immediately on his back foot as she seems to burst with the questions. "Tomura helped," He says immediately, even though the rest of what she says is so confusing. "I'm fine." He would rather not be here anymore though so he tries to finish up his meal so he can leave. 

"We thought you were fine before, but are you really fine now?" She asks, her voice lowering like she knows that anyone overhearing this could get her in trouble. 

"I don't know what you mean." He tells her, because he doesn't, and he's half hoping that his ignorance will just get her to shut up. 

"Tomura said that you... were gonna hurt yourself and... leave us behind." Her voice is a little more subdued now and the words do surprise him enough that he looks up at her again. And her expression is heavy and... almost scared. The way he remembers seeing those shadows around her eyes when she helped him to pack his bedroom. "He said that you needed time, and when you stopped coming to work, we got worried, but he said that you were still trying to get better. And now you're back but he said that you might still not be ready to talk to us-- or anyone. That we had to wait until you talked to us before we could talk to you so you wouldn't get overwhelmed."

Dabi takes all of the words that she lets pour out of her and he puts them all together in a little box for him to deal with when he's not having to hold himself together so tightly the way that he is right now. "Tomura helped. I don't want to talk." Those are the words that he thinks he needs to use so that she stops spilling hers so much. This is the most he's looked directly at her since he started working again, and he finds that her face is a little slimmer, more of her baby fat going away as she spent the time it took him to make his peace with his new life just growing up. 

But her expression still falls sharply when that's all he says. "Oh. Okay, well... when you're ready to, if you want to, we're all really happy that you're back, and we would love to hang out and stuff again, like we used to." 

"I don't want that." He tells her, and her expression, if possible, gets even sadder. He shoves the last bite of rice into his mouth and then stands to go wash his bento. Thankfully, she doesn't try to talk to him any more after that, leaving her drink and chips on the table as she exits the room. 

Dabi goes back to his and Tomura's room and he stays in his villain costume while he does his evening work and waits for his Daddy to get back home. 

///

He's rotated Toga's words around in his head about a thousand times since he finished his reports, and when Tomura comes home he's relieved that he can put them away while his Daddy comes to give him a kiss and help him pick out what outfit he should wear tonight. He's happy to take his shower and then put on the soft short-sleeved blouse, with the high-waisted cupcake-style skirt with two rows of little heart-shaped buttons down the front. He likes his stockings, and he feels very cute with the little black shoes with modest, sturdy heels that Daddy lets him wear. It's Friday, and Daddy will have to leave early for a treatment on Sunday, so they're having a date tonight. He gets to pick out the food that they order that doesn't have to be healthy and go with his diet, and then they get to watch a movie together before Daddy takes him to bed and spoils him rotten. Dabi likes their 'dates' a lot, even if he doesn't think they'll ever do anything like this outside of their room, but now he wonders if that's because... of what Toga said. 

They settle down to eat, and Dabi asked for American food today and his Daddy has provided, hamburgers, cheese fries, and milkshakes. It's good and different from what they usually have, but after a few minutes, his Daddy stops eating and Dabi stops too, feeling his eyes on him. 

"Toga came to see me before I came upstairs." 

Dabi feels his face heat, ducking his head to his chin. "...She was being pushy." 

"She thinks so too. She feels very bad about it. She was in tears when she came to tell me that she bothered you during lunch. Do you want to talk about it, princess?" He asks, and his voice is very patient. 

Dabi plays with the straw in his drink, not wanting to look up at him. "... Did you tell them all that I was going to... hurt myself? Before you made me yours?" He remembers how hard that betrayal hit him, how angry he was when they just left him to have what he thought would be the worst things he would ever endure happen in this room in the same hall as theirs. He was so angry at them that had been part of the reason that he had stopped going to work in the first place. 

"Dabi," He looks up immediately, so used to his Daddy using sweet names for him when they're together. Tomura stands and moves around to his side of the table, bending down so that they're eye-level with one another as he takes his hands between his, his treatments so far along now that he can use all of his fingers to do so without risking hurting him. "If I had let you go that night, would you have come back?" 

It's hard for him to put himself back in the place that he was all those months ago. Hard because remembering that makes his whole body hot and his head and heart hurt. He doesn't like remembering how close he had been to storming to fight Enji without caring what else happened afterward. He just wanted to show the world exactly how big of a fraud and failure he was. He was going to burn down his family home and make sure that both of them were mixed together in the ashes of the--

Dabi pulls his hands out of Tomura's because his body is going too hot with his distress, his seams starting to bleed smoke. "You didn't let me." 

"No, I didn't, and now you wouldn't go and do something like that, would you, baby girl?" 

"No, Daddy." He swallows hard and admits the thing that he knows has been true for a while now. "I want to stay with you." More than he wants his revenge. He just wants to be allowed to keep existing like this. He just wants someone who will take care of him, who will make his life feel so much easier after so long just scraping by. He wants... his Daddy taking care of him, and kissing him, and telling him how good he's being when they're together like this. 

Tomura smiles at him, his hand moving to his cheek as he starts to stand up. He presses a kiss to his forehead. "I want you to always be with me, princess, and I've been waiting for you to want that too. I have a present for you." He brings him over to the bed and makes him sit on the edge as he goes back into the closet, and digs out a small flat square box from his side. it's wrapped in the same black paper with a red ribbon on it as his other present was and Dabi hesitates to open it, but Tomura gives him an encouraging smile. 

He tears away the paper and opens the lid, revealing a pretty pink leather collar with a soft scalloped edge and lace-like eyelets cut into it, gold findings at the front and at the back to secure it, an o-ring on the front. 

"This is a collar, princess. You'll get to wear it all the time, and everyone will know that you belong to me." He says sweetly. "I've had it for a long time now, but I wanted to wait until you were ready for it. Are you ready for this, sweetheart?"

Dabi doesn't know why he hesitates for a second. He should know by now that everything Tomura does is for his best interest. He was doing what was best for him long before he knew what he needed. "Yes, Daddy." 

"Good girl. Let's put it on." He reaches for the leather and unthreads it gently. It's cool around his neck as Daddy puts it on him, making sure that it's just tight enough to be snug without being tight enough for it to bother his skin. When it's in place, Daddy presses a kiss against it, the same place he always kisses his neck, and Dabi's whole chest goes so warm as he realizes that Daddy was imagining this even all the way back when he was being such a naughty brat. 

"Thank you, Daddy," his whole body is warm, his whole face, and he barely manages to bring his voice above a whisper when he says, "I love you." 

Tomura gives him that same warm, patient smile that he always had since he brought him into this room. "I love you too, baby girl, and I'm going to show you that every day until the end of time. But right now we need to go finish eating before your milkshake melts." 

"Okay, Daddy." He's still warm as he takes his hand and leads him back over to the table. His Daddy knows best for him and he's ready to be whatever he wants him to be, inside and outside of their room, until he's proven that he was worth all the work that it took to get him here. 

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[apollosgiftofprophecy]

Okay Alder so I thought of this while studying and I must share (and concentrate, dammit). Anyway I started randomly thinking about TOA but with one of the female goddesses, because I feel like it could be a really interesting exploration of feminism and the lack of autonomy for women and stuff, and I was like "Well which goddess would it be?" and then I was like HERA.

Hear me out. So like idk why exactly it happens, maybe Zeus just got fed up with the fights or something, but anyway Hera is forcibly removed from Olympus and stripped of her powers, turned mortal, etc. She meets Meg, who I feel like she would honestly like a lot, despite being a demigod. I can see her trying to teach Meg manners and how to be a lady and Meg just being like "Nope. I must pursue my destiny of being a chaos gremlin." I would still have her at least try Percy's apartment, because while of course he would tell her to fuck off, I think Sally would have some sympathy and I think they could have a really interesting conversation woman-to-woman, especially as survivors of abusive marriages.

I'm going back and forth between Hera being a middle-aged mortal (because I doesn't really matter to her what she looks like), but I think it would also be really interesting if she was a teenager, because teenage girls have far less power than grown women, and it would be really interesting to have her be the same age as many of Zeus' victims.

Anyway thought?

OKAY. SO. THIS IS ACTUALLY SOMETHING I'VE TALKED ABOUT WITH CHRONIC ON DISCORD. A WHILE AGO.

the main difference is that we were discussing how ToA would go if Apollo was joined by Hera in punishment, and by god it was a god-tier idea. spoiler: the moment they figure out what is going on, they immediately turn on the other and blame them XD

CUE THE FORCED STEPMOTHER-STEPSON "THIS IS OUR GET-ALONG ROADTRIP" ACTION!!!!!!

and even in this version, I do agree that this would be a excellent opportunity to really dig into woman's struggles in today's day and age, and even compare/contrast them with the ancient world's! because let's face it, there were pros and cons in both times. tho i'd say we have more pros nowadays, but that ALSO depends on where you live and all that. very complex but also not if you really try :3

BUT. your mention of Hera & Meg bonding REALLY made me excited because Chronic and I have talked about this too! This would be SUUUUCH an interesting dynamic!! Hera could help boost Meg's self-esteem, not only just helping her feel comfortable in her body when she's wearing more "fancy" clothes (because those are the clothes usually forced onto her by Nero, so Hera helping her essentially "reclaim" them for herself can be Female Empowerment whoop whoop!), but also just by gaining more confidence in herself.

On the flip side, I feel like Meg would be a GREAT person to get Hera to "loosen up" per say. You can't convince me Hera was Stone-Cold her whole life. nuh-uh. and you bet I think Meg could draw that old Hera out from that mask.

not to mention that Hera knows Demeter quite well. that would be an very interesting conversation between her and Meg, especially since Hera may be a bit unsure what to say since Meg was left to suffer under the thumb of an abusive emperor for years without her mother ever knowing. I think Hera might struggle with balancing making Demeter look good (perchance this be an opportunity to dig into Hera's toxic idea of "perfect families"? making them look good even when you really shouldn't?) and being honest with Meg. Even though Hera is a crafty goddess, I don't think she'd be very comfortable with straight-up lying about her family- she values that bond far too much.

Chronic and I discussed this AU as if Hera was in a middle-aged mortal body, mostly so we had that aunt-niece bond with Meg, and stepmom-stepson one with Apollo, but also because of our thoughts on "what would Hera consider to be undesirable in a mortal form?", much like how Apollo was horrified to be in a normal teenage boy body. So we thought "wrinkles, probably. don't even need that many, just a few would probably make her freak out." because she is a god, and is def NOT used to normal things like wrinkles lol there were other ideas too i just can't think of them at the moment lol

I can see teenage Hera working for an AU where it's just her and Meg, or even with Apollo still! It would be extremely funny if at some point, Apollo just turns around on Hera and says, deadpan, "Okay, Mom." to a literal sixteen year old.

not. not to mention. how The Burning Maze could go. explore that Juno-Jason relationship/dynamic. Chronic once suggested that Hera could get seriously injured saving Jason, so there's food for thought >:3

also. can you imagine the Triumvirate's panic when they realize they don't just got one ex-god to deal with. they got two now, and it's the fucking Queen of Olympus herself.

boys i'd start running if i were you mwhahahaahah!!

[artdonaldsonbabygirl]

Sooooo, how do we feel about Art getting felt up in the Stanford locker room?

Warning: quite a bit of feminization - Art is referred to as pretty girl, good girl and they refer to him using she/her pronouns multiple times

Art had started shaving all over at MRTA where he'd heard from another guy on the team that it would make you more aerodynamic. Patrick had teased him about it every single time but every guy on the academy team was aware that Art was completely clean shaven.

Of course starting at a new school meant a new selection of teammates. Ones who Art had not effectively grown up with. As such it had been a shock to them the first time they had figured out Art shaved all over. A few guys had teased him for it, calling him a girl but as no girl had ever had an issue with it Art didn't take any of this to heart.

As term went on the more comfortable they all got with each other. An arm thrown over your shoulders or a pat on the back after winning a particularly challenging match was nothing unusual.

"Fuck," Art swore as he stretched his arms out above his head. He must have pulled a muscle in his shoulder when he'd reached to return that last ball.

"Hey, need a hand?" One of the guys, Luke, asked.

Art didn't have to think twice before accepting. He and Patrick had always helped each other with any minor injuries they'd sustained on court. But of course now Patrick was away on tour seemed Art would need to pick a new friend to help him with stuff like this.

Art startled when he felt Luke's cold hands on his shoulder. "Jesus man, what are you cold blooded or something?"

"Says the guy who was known as ice," another teammate, Ryan, commented.

"I think that was more a reflection on my playing style than my general temperature than you very much."

Distracted by the friendly banter Art allowed himself to relax under Luke's hands. It has been a while since he'd last gotten a massage, he's forgotten how nice it was. Which is probably why he didn't say anything as Luke's hands moved to his other shoulder, and then down his back.

"I'm surprised it's even possible to give you a massage, would've thought with how smooth you. Would have thought if someone touched you their hand would just slide right off." Another guy teased.

Art couldn't help but laugh, "I'm not a duck idiot."

Cole, who was sitting next to him on the bench put his hand on Arts knee then quickly slid it off pretending to almost fall off the bench.

"See," Ryan joked, "youre a walking safety hazard"

Art rolled his eyes fondly, unconsciously leaning back into Luke's hands. "I am not. Come touch me for yourself and you'll see."

Art raised an eyebrow as Ryan approched him yet he didn't stop him, or Cole from putting their hands on his skin. He even raised his hands above his head when told so they could remove his shirt to expose more skin.

"See," Art said sounding incredibly satisfied with himself, "you guys were just over exaggerating, I'm not that smooth"

Art didn't realise the guys had achieved a far greater victory than winning this joke argument, getting their hands on him.

"Okay you're not as smooth as a duck. But you are smooth like a girl" Luke said his hands now on Arts waist.

"Hey!" Art yelled, slapping Ryans hand away as the other boy grabbed at his pecs the way one might at a women's breasts. "I'm not a girl asshole!"

"Aren't you?" Ryan smirked, his hands returning to their previous place. "I mean you kind of look like one."

"Yeah, you're pretty like a girl Artie." Cole added.

"Yeah but that doesn't..." Art paused to stand when Luke patted his hip, "that doesn't mean anything."

"Of course it doesn't," Luke agreed politely as he slipped his thumbs under the waistband of Arts shorts, "because everyone knows girls wear panties. But you're a guy so I'm sure you're wearing boxers under here right?"

Art froze. It's not that he wasn't wearing mens underwear, but he knew what the guys would have to say if they saw he was in fact wearing briefs and not boxers. Patrick had teased him enough times about how his briefs looked more like women's underwear than mens.

"Maybe we should check for ourselves." Cole suggested having picked up on Arts hesitation.

Luke smirked at the others over Arts shoulder as he eased his shorts down. Art knew he should have stopped him yet between this, Ryan's hands on his pecs and Coles hands on his shoulders Art couldn't focus on one thing long enough to act on it.

"Well, those certainly aren't boxers." Ryan laughed.

"Look like panties to me." Luke joined in.

"They're briefs guys! It helps-" Art cut himself off with a gasp when Luke's laid a hand over the front of them.

Luke tutted as Art hardened under his hand. "I think he likes this" he spoke to the other boys as if Art wasn't even there which should have offended Art but shamefully it only made him harder.

"Can you come like this Artie? In your panties just from a couple guys touching you? Just like a girl?" Cole taunted.

Luke rubbed his hand over Arts cock through his pants, "I think he can, can't you Artie? Gonna cum for us in your panties like a good girl?"

Later Art would need to re-evaluate what he thought he was into because unfortunately all of this seemed to be doing something for him.

Ryan snickered as Art's cock noticeably throbbed and pinched one his nipple just to see how he'd react, "Yeah, you like this, like being our girl don't you?"

Art could help but moan between Luke's hand on his cock and Ryan's on his chest.

"So fucking pretty. Such a pretty girl letting us touch you like this." Cole whispered into his ear before leaning down to lick a strip up his neck.

Art let his head tip back against Luke's shoulder, exposing his body to them ever further.

"Oh pretty girl, we'll take care of you." Luke promised slipping his hand inside Arts briefs to properly grasp his desperate cock.

Arts hips instinctively bucked fowarded. It wasn't that he'd never had a hand job before. Just that girls tended to have smaller, more delicate hands, while Luke's bigger, stronger hand was able to cover more of his dick at once.

Art couldn't control the sounds that were slipping out of his mouth, especially when Cole bit down on his neck at the same moment Ryan pinched both his nipples.

"You even moan like a girl Artie" Ryan jabbed.

Art should have been offended. Should have not been letting them touch him like this. But it felt so good, why would he want to stop it.

Art's hips fucked up into Luke's grip chasing his own release.

"So fucking desperate aren't you pretty girl?" Luke said to him before addressing the other guys, "You know, I bet if we asked nicely she'd let us fuck her."

Even though he had known he was close that comment caused Art's orgasm to hit him like a freight train. His knees gave out and had Cole not grabbed his waist as quick as he did he'd have fallen to the floor.

Luke kept stroking him through it. "There you go, that's it, good girl Artie."

Art weakly whimpered in protest when the overstimulation became too much. And only when Luke pulled his hand out of his briefs did Art become aware that he had just cum in his underwear. He could see his release dripping off Luke's hand, could feel it soaking through his briefs. Fuck. He was gonna need a second shower.

Art made to move away from the guys but Cole held him in place. "Now hold on a minute Artie, what about us? We made you cum, it's only fair you return the favour isn't it?"

Art looked down and saw both Ryan and Coles erections straining against their short. Luke stepped closer and Art felt rather than saw his. Seems they were just getting started.

[rococo-sonata]

i digged up in my notes and guess what

Kunikida HEADCANONS ☆📗 part 2!!! + some other characters at the end!!!

- he absolutly hates having his hair down and having his bangs in front of his face like in the oav so he put heavy amont of hair gel that makes his hair feel kinda like cardboard

- he was a troublemaker as a kid

- he's cisgender in a very transgender way. he considers himself a boy only because he was born as one and never really thought about it or feel any connexion to it despite having a schlong. like he's kinda gender apathetic

- it's not a rat tail!!! it's some sort of weird jellyfish haircut he only ties the lower layer and use way too much hair gel

- during his earlier years at the agency he used to have depressive episodes, where he forgot his ideals and bedrotted for days. now he feels so awful about it that he doesn't allow himself to take such breaks

- he likes poetry, mostly romanticism and naturalism. he sometimes writes some himself and has a notebook for it. Dazai found it and thinks his writing style is cringe and corny (he's kinda right...)

- he has a weird laugh, like an ugly one but it's cute

- once he came up with a schedule for katai and katai didn't even look at it

now just random dump of silly hcs i made up about the cast

- atsushi climbs the stairs on all four (even outside...)

- when someone shows him a silly video of a cat falling he takes it personally and answer something like "IT'S NOT FUNNY!! HE HURT HIMSELF😡"

- the type of guy to bite his nails until it bleed and peel the skin of his lips and kunikida swats his hand when he does

- fukuchi always has a favorite in the hunting dogs, sometimes it's tachihara, sometimes teruko, sometimes jouno but it's never tecchou. they're all kinda his children and tecchou is the least favorite💔

- he got fangs like a cat. he's literally just a big cat

- tachihara saw fukuchi as a father figure. he used to admire him a lot and think he was super cool so he sometimes copied his posture or mannerisms. im saying that bcs of this artwork! like look he's literally copying him they're so cute😭

so imagine how absolutly disappointed he was when he learnt he was kamui.. and when the man he kinda saw like his dad stabbed his eyes... :/ womp womp

- jouno believes he is the most beautiful mesmerizing creature to have ever blessed this planet

- natsume is trans!!! he's a calico cat!!! calico cats are at 99.9% females!!! NATSUME IS AFAB

- he's katai's dad. don't ask me why it's just that scene where he shows up at katai's house they got such a cute dynamic he's his father in my head

- ango got the worst eye correction ever. probably has bifocal glasses for staying on his computer for so long

- kyu does age regression, because this is NOT a 13 years old

- katai is an avid reddit user. he is not the same person online his digital footprint is ass

- he needs to change his glasses but would rather see all blurry than go outside and see an optician

- i feel like he would love shoujo and slice of life anime that are girl lead like k-on, lucky star, nichijou or azumanga daioh. but not in a weird way. he would envy feminity, how in touch with their own feelings they are, and women frienship and intimacy, he wishes he could experience that too

- he loves cats and wishes he could adopt one but he knows that he wouldn't be able to take care of it in his state and would probably forget to feed it

[i-dont-even-know-anymore976]

freaky friday fic recs

aka - i asked for kinky fic recs a while ago and didn’t receive nearly enough so am going to bless you all with my recs instead

please check the tags!!

bucktommy edition

In Your Eyes by lunardeath

Buck finds out how old Tommy is. He thinks the grays are sexy. He just wants that middle aged man to fuck him.

a good ally by @thewolvesof1998

The thing is he brought this on himself, Buck knows that, but it doesn’t help though when Tommy’s huge form is pressing him into the mattress, sweat slick skin, hairy chest pressed into his back in a combination so new and so intoxicating that it has him drooling as the older man thrusts, nailing his prostate with every snap of his hips causing Buck to cry out as he rides that line of pleasure and overstimulation, sheets under him tacky with two load of come already, his achingly hard cock dragging across the sticky fabric in a way that only teases, frustrated tears gather in his lashes as Tommy leans down, lips brushing against the shell of his ear and with a voice that is fucked-out raw, tone mocking and degrading, he breaths, “you’re such a good ally, Evan.” OR Tommy figures out Buck's humiliation kink by accident during sex and they explore it a bit.

Good Girls Don't Bite (But I Do) by @harmless-variety-of-garden-snake

“I said something just in the heat of the moment and it kind of, uh, pinged something for me?” he tries. “And then I tried it again later and it kind of felt…good.” “You want to FaceTime?” Tommy asks, much to Buck’s relief. “Please.” When he's looking at Tommy in his LAFD t-shirt with the golden light of the late afternoon shining on his face, Buck melts a bit. “Hey, gorgeous,” he says, smiling. “Hey, beautiful,” Tommy replies, smiling back. “Talk to me about it.” Buck tells him, and Tommy's face doesn't do anything weird. He mostly just looks thoughtful. “How do you feel about being called a good girl?” -- Buck discovers he might have a feminization kink.

like a dog by @zeraparker

“You know the others are calling you a golden retriever, right?” Tommy starts, and the non-sequitur makes Buck frown, nod, eased when Tommy smiles, his eyes so warm, fond. “You’re so cute when you fall into that, Evan. Adorable, really. You seem so happy, attentive, such a good boy when following orders. It’s a form of power play, power exchange. Fetch this, fetch that. Sit.” Tommy’s voice turns more authoritative at the end there, the same inflection he’d used earlier when ordering Buck around when Buck helped with the car, and Buck can feel his own face heat up as he makes the connection. “Like a dog.”

get undressed, leave a mess (worry 'bout it after) by @prettyboybuckley

Tommy lets his hand come down once again, harder this time, reveling in the loud sob it earns him. "Toys don't speak, remember? Good toys are quiet and take what they're given. You want to be a good toy, don't you?" When Evan nods — as far as his forehead against the floor allows him — vigorously, Tommy gives him a second finger as a reward, rubbing his other hand over the tender skin of the cheek he hit. It's a standing rule for scenes like this one, that Evan isn't allowed to talk or move without permission, because when they're doing this he's just a toy, a thing for Tommy to use however he wants. "Yeah," he says, "you can be good." OR: Tommy plays with his pretty little toy

New Intimacies by WhoopsOK

Tommy standing there, cock tugged out and pissing like it doesn’t matter that Buck is right there is a level of intimacy that’s new to him. He doesn’t even realize he’s cut off midsentence, too caught up in the weird rhythm his heart has kicked into from watching Tommy piss. “Baby?” Tommy calls, snapping Buck out of his reverie. His gaze darts up guiltily, but Tommy is just smirking at him, bemused. He shoots a look down Buck’s body. “Like what you see?” (Shortly after realizing he’s bi, Buck discovers a brand-new kink.)

and for the brave among you - go forage in my spicy bookmark tag (prewarning they’re not all 911)

[unrav3l]

okay so. my take on Majima/Goromi/the gender queer subtext of his character.

i've met with an opinion that 80's Goromi wouldn't take place because Majima's use of drag is simply comedic and provocative. i do agree that if he wanted to pull off a drag perfomrance or even simply crossdress he could do it without making it look as campy as the Goromi we meet does. however.

i'm sure as hell that there are a lot of interpretations around Majima's sexuality and gender, i personally see him just as a queer person, open to any interpretations BUT the trans aspect is growing on me A LOT. when i say trans i dont mean full ftm/mtf transition as tbh i dont really care (yet. give me some time i'll get to it) if he's an amab or afab im looking more to the gender queer aspect of the character, the man we are given on screen.

Majima has a lot of connections to both feminity and transness. his connections to womanhood being often reflected in the way he has to put on constant act and role to please others or all the times he was forced into submission. Majima learns a lot how to manipulate others handing them the leash but still being the one to lead. it's also something that i think women tend to do - giving men the feeling of power when they're actually the ones to control the situation. he's relationships with girls in Sunshine shows that he often judges the relationship between women and men from the outer perspective, like he doesn't really consider himself in any of the sides (but i guess it also depends on the answers the player chooses). of course there's also the Hannya motive, the embodient of unfiltred female rage he has carved onto his skin. he sympathizes with women a lot more than he does with men and we see that a lot.

possible take on his transness comes from the complete isolation and all the facades he puts on. a huge part of Majima's character is the way he creates his image through his body. i've spoken before about the snakeskin jacket being possible active choice to immedietly let others know he's one wild bastard but we also know that the jacket is a symbol of the mad dog, the perfectly created dehumanising persona. he let's other see what he wants them to see, he doesn't really expresses himself. we see in PYIH that he's not fond of the unnecessarily scary image and "manly man" others take him for. he's funky, he's both rough and gentle, he's queer. in this very game we can see how his body language shifted, how the way he walks changed when he's put out of that hyper manly society. goro's steps are less wide, he sways a bit, his entire walk, whole movement is more smooth.

so like. we see that it is somewhere inside of him and only when he doesn't remember he's been hiding it it actually shows. therefore what if Goromi is actually mockery of his own feelings? what if he takes drag as another way to make himself invalid, unserious and wry?

don't want to sound stereotypical but feminity is often associeted with compassion and emotions, the very things majima's facade seems to completely block out of the way. he's a man of contrast and duality, thats why i think the she side of Majima's character is actually all the repressed emotions. it's as when he's a man of Tojo he's not allowed to feel. this might be another thing leading us to why Kiryu has such a strong hold on him. cause Kazuma is affectionate, he's a caring parental figure AND the empitome of masculanity. Majima didn't have a chance to become like that probably because of the events in 1985. they peeled it off him. the hole created someone he didn't know, turned him into someone he was never supposed to be.

there goes the shaved look in PYIH being called cabaret manager make up implying there's more to it than simple lack of facial hair. something. something about fresh out of torture Majima using make up, using gender expression as the only connection to any of the feelings and emotions he had pre-hole. and something about Majima leaving it all behind after y0, after the events starting his entire negative development and mad dog persona. then again, kiwami Goromi as mockery of his trauma and dehumanisation of his true self. then again im going crazy because of him. the contrast he puts to Kiryu, the way he wants to show Kazuma this somewhat humiliating to masculanity creation that Goromi is and Kazzy being just... wow Majima i didn't know you had that in you. Kiryu is chill, he doesn't judge, he doesn't think it makes him any less of who he is. and going back to what i said at the beggining, i think that Majima could turn into the most gorgeous woman and would feel comfortable with that BUT. kiwami is imo the peak of his self destructive behavior. and i think Goromi could be read in that aspect.

i guess what i'm trying to say is i see his gender queerness as something that's very personal to him, as a bridge to all the repressed stuff he doesn't let anyone see. in the aspects of sexuality he's still very queer coded even as the mad dog but if it goes for his gender and feminine side i truly belive it touches something much more emotional and intimate.

[beomiracles]

read ur post about sabrina. wdym? 😵

genuinely just her whole take on the topic. I personally think the album cover is both disgusting and disgraceful, and having 'mans best friend' when you're posing as a dog? no thanks. then again I know people like to argue that it's satire and that she's actually doing it in the name of women's empowerment.

however, if it was satire, it would make men feel uncomfortable and women feel seen. that picture, if anything, is strictly catered to the male gaze (the short dress, the hair and makeup, her compliant and docile expression). if it was to push on the empowerment of women she'd probably be biting his hand, making an uncomfortable face or even be seen wearing the collar with an expression of disgust. but the cover is nothing like that and it's scarily similar to the ads from the 60s. now I'm not saying that her one single cover set feminism back, because truthfully Sabrina doesn't have the power to do that.

what it does however, is affect plenty of people, because Sabrina at the end of the day is a large and impactful public figure. she has such a big and young audience of girls who are all open and vulnerable to whatever their idols put out. I myself was a big fan when I was between the ages 10-12 and I honestly could not imagine my 11yr old sister today seeing that photo and in any way idolising it.

album cover aside - what really threw me off was the music video's blatant reference to Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. If you're not familiar with the book (or movie) its entire plot is based on a grown man's love for a child who he calls 'Lolita', in other words, the book is based on pedophilia. Nabokov was very clear with the fact that he did not want any pictures of women on the book's cover as he stated, and I quote “I want pure colors, melting clouds, accurately drawn details, a sunburst above a receding road with the light reflected in furrows and ruts, after rain. And no girls.” he didn't want any movies made and he certainly didn't want singers to pop off and reference his horror story of a book in such a sexual and belittling context.

am I saying Sabrina is the first to go against Nabokov's wishes? certainly not, this is unfortunately a reoccurring theme amongst singers (take Lana del rey for an example) — the fact that 'purity culture' is becoming a thing again, and that this is what pop artists are marketing off of, says a lot.

and I'm not saying that Sabrina is a sole villain here, because I know that there's a lot more to how this entire shitshow came to be and that she is unfortunately only one of many. however the fact that she is still capitalising on something so closely related to pedophilia, whilst a large portion of her audience are literal 13 year olds... you've lost me.

"it's obviously satire" or "you just don't get her humour" no I guess I don't. I don't find this funny at all if I'm being honest. and to people saying "it's not that deep" yes it is. when someone who so many (young girls) idolise, does something like that, it matters.

[chilling-seavey]

Can I just say how annoying it is when people talk about George not looking like a guy? It’s stupid. It makes me feel stupid for liking him (you know, as a grown man) and I hate that people ruing things about him ugh.

Oh my gosh, anon, don't feel stupid about liking him at ALL. You are not the problem and you are certainly not alone in feeling annoyed by this because I see it as well.

I always think, like, how would I feel if I was a public figure and hoards of people went around saying I look like a man and that I'm masculine and calling me a man/husband/prince?? That would make me WILDLY uncomfortable and genuinely quite upset and insecure so why is it 'okay' to do it the opposite way LOL. Writing it in fic/drawing concepts here and there is one thing, creative expression, it's FICTION or ART...but all the REAL IMAGES OF GEORGE with captions or tags calling him wife/mother/princess/lesbian/woman often and unironically irk me the FUCK OUT. I have literally started blocking people for this because it's so wildly unhinged and uncalled for imo

Just because a male public figure doesn't fit the stereotypical mold for what a "man" should look or act like DOES NOT MAKE HIM ANY LESS OF A MAN.

George Russell is a beautiful MAN. A gorgeously handsome MAN. With strong muscles and a kind smile and perfect hair and a smooth voice and kindhearted compassion and strength in his emotions and a good fashion sense and a fighting spirit and intense passion and drive and he is HIM. Everything and anything all encompassing of HIM. Him, him, him, him, him. GEORGE.

Feminizing him feels so backhandedly toxic to me. Don't get me wrong: there is nothing wrong with being feminine and being a female or even being somewhere else on the gender spectrum and choosing to express yourself in any way you feel comfortable. But leaning into the stereotypes that all he's good for is to be submissive and cutesy based on how he lives, exists, or carries himself is so NOT IT. It sheds a negative light on women, on gender expression and the spectrum, and the acceptance of breaking away from gender norms and stereotypes regardless of your gender identity.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Could I request Helaena and Aegon in a ploy relationship with more femine male reader who helps around the castle, the relationship starting while helping Hel out when she’s pregnant with the twins and showing that he’s not afraid to stand up to Aegon despite his reputation? Can be headcanon/fic format

The dragon couple and the servant

Heleagon x male!reader

warning : fluff, comfort, kiss, cuddling, alcohol consumption, reader has longer hair

info : thank you dear anon for the request always happy to write for hotd and liked your words very much. Heleagon really needs something good. Enjoy reading and have a good day :)

masterlist

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The king and queen of the greens were destined to wear the crown one day since Aegon and Helaena were born so it had to happen according to the council of the greens.

This is how and no other way the royal green Hightower Targaryen family was meant to continue, and to help the young couple they had not only their own family to help them but also numerous servants and ladies in waiting as well as the Kingsguard.

People who accepted the orders and helped the couple from the outside without a second thought…but despite everything, there was hardly a knight, nor even a servant.

A small house of knights from a very small country came to the king's court to swear allegiance to Aegon, who first found Helaena's company when he caught her butterfly that had landed on the tip of his nose. ,,A shield will come to help” she had said then, not knowing that these words were to become wharer than anything else when she took the butterfly back and he saw it as his duty to bring her back to her mate, for apparently the queen had no guards or they were off looking for the king again.

He walked beside her at a certain distance knowing her preference to keep to herself but it was too dangerous without protection. “What kind of butterfly is it my Queen?” he had dared to ask as he looked at the insect's greenish golden wings, seeing the Targaryen Hightower gently stroking the animal and giving him a soft smile, seeming happy as she began to tell and tell and tell.

The conversation continued in her room, she offered him a place on the floor where she had more animals and maybe he smiled more often because he liked the young queen, maybe he smiled when she put some animals on his hand and maybe he smiled when he looked into her pretty violet eyes because she was the most beautiful thing he knew.

°Heleana and his relationship because of his long hair she loved to braid it as a distraction special kinds of braids that kings and queens had worn. It reassured him when she was so close to him he could protect her in return Aegon who usually looked in front of him also got a few small braids as best he could and the three of them spent their time like this when they all needed some rest.

Aegon the king was the king's first son with his second wife, a young man with a reputation for being hot-headed, unhinged and drunk, as well as for whoring in the streets of Silk.

Opinions that everyone had, even he himself knew of the king's deeds and had once even accompanied him to keep an eye on him, sneaking out of the brothels more than once for his own goodness' sake.

He had been insulted by Aegon in his drunken stupor, he said that a woman's appearance in a man was the best way to start working in a brothel and even when he was angry with his king, sometimes even wanting to hit him at the end of the day when night fell and he saw this figure stumbling towards the castle wall, he sighed and went down. “I-I deeoon't neeaad you,” Aegon muttered and fell down again if he hadn't been supported, at the end of the day he felt sorry for the king.

Yet there was something handsome about the Targaryen Hightower king the bright pretty hair, violet eyes and something inside that he wants to do good but doesn't know how. ,,You'll feel better in a moment, my king,” he agreed and carried him over to the bed and felt Aegon holding him, not wanting him to leave…and he didn't.

He stayed all night giving him water and a little bread until the king fell asleep again, receiving quiet thanks and even a brief hug while Aegon found the fine soft hands soothing on his. Until in the morning he found a sober Aegon who gave him an ashamed look, Heleana came to them some time later with a cup of tea and food and the three of them ate, sometimes quietly, sometimes talking, but most of all the royal couple seemed glad that there was someone who took them both as they were.

°Aegon then apologized for his bad jokes and misdeeds would give his new friend and maybe even more in this three-way relationship a sword and armor a small land for the future. It would be the small deeds of a king trying to mend his ways. Aegon on Sunfyre with their shared lover and Helaena on Dreamfyre taking flights together. Such intimate moments that Ageon actually only did alone and Helena had a better relationship with her dragon were shared with the only person they were close to.

But even the moons that passed became more stressful and darker and the three shared the bed at some point, even if it was Aegon's prerogative to take care of his wife.

The first signs of nausea and pain were always guarded at first by Aegon, who eventually withdrew and then by her lover, Heleana offered his hand or arm everywhere, helped her climb Dreamyfre, brought her food and thought like teas and tinctures. ,,A new insect a bug for good luck” he had said and showed her the pink beetle a gift he had ridden into the forest for knowing she was interested in it ,,An animal of love and blood thank you" she replied and grabbed his hand for a moment in thanks before turning to her new friend.

But another shadow soon settled over the three of them the good time they were having was disrupted after the birth of the twins where Aegon and the immediately in the room were the only ones holding the two besides the queen herself the king shirked his duties more and more as the shadow of war began to settle over the land, ,,My king, your deeds must make you escape punishment and take the crown, take your advice and do what you must,” he admonished again as he met the green king sitting drunk on the throne at night.

He was sympathetic to the situation of Heleana and his children, Rhaenyra on Dragonstone and his own brother full of ambition for the throne. But on the contrary, all he heard were slurred words and insults, which resulted in him grabbing the king by the collar and dragging him behind him, ignoring his shouts and commands with a heavy heartbeat before opening the door to Heleana's room softly.

The queen lay in her bed in her arms the twins a soft smile on her lips while a beetle sat on her head, ,,There Aegon there lies our heart, this throne ascend it and win the war for your will for the will of your children. I am your loyal shield but without you I can protect no one” he said and let it go hearing the sniffling as Aegon wiped away the tears before a soft smile formed on his lips. He pulled his friend, his heart into a hug, hugged him, thanked him and pressed a big kiss on his head as Heleana had once done after the birth of the twins.

°Not only did Aegon make him part of the Kingsguard, he used him as a guard for himself and his sister. The three of them kept repeating the words of courage to each other, trying to come up with plans and advice to help Aegon in the green council. It was their cohesion of dragon dreams, the king and the sworn shield that the first battles of the war, the victories went to the greens while all three enjoyed the twins who saw the three as their three-headed dragon parents.

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[jessconsumesmedia]

Ghosts 4x10 The Not-So-Silent Partner

I thought that I might put together a well-organized piece of writing for this episode, but who knows how that is actually going to work out. I LOVED this episode and I have so many thoughts (many of which I am thinking about giving their own posts) So buckle in and enjoy my wild ranting about fictional characters.

Freaky Spoilers below the belt (they are so not i promise i just think im funny)

Overall thoughts: This episode was Really strong. I loved both of the main plots as well as the little background moments. The stories this season are building up gorgeously and I can't wait to get more payoffs as the season progresses. Pretty much as always I am just going to break up A and B stories and then add any other random bit at the end! (buckle up or leave this is going to be a long ride)

Issac - The not-so-silent partner

I love Issac and his bitchy little attitude; it brings us back to the fact that almost always his bitchyness* is just who he is. He is at heart a bitchy man who is realllllly trying (at least for him he is really trying) but he is also a deeply scorned man. By love, by society, by Hamilton, and even by his friends. The restaurant is his way of being seen, it is his way of being something in an afterlife where he feels like nothing sometimes. He of course is not going about it the right way but this guy has spent his entire life and afterlife being one upped often by people who don't even care about his existence. His hand in the restaurant is important to him. That being said I believe it was a really good decision to have him give up his partner position. He not only realized that he has stakes with his friends but it also is baseline Jay's restaurant.

Jay deserves to have the creative decisions plus he deserves a billion pats on the back for dealing with their eight idiot children/every other ghost on the property at some point. At the beginning of this episode I figured there might be a lead up to Mark finding out about the ghosts but I was surprised with the way they yes/anded their way out of that situation. But I realized it doesn't make a ton of sense for a network tv show to somewhat reveal two big bits (and subsequently lose a layer of jokes even if there are new joke possibilities) Mark finding out that the ghosts exist and Sam can see them takes away the Mark thinks Sam is a weirdo vibe and that is objectively a very silly dynamic. Also **Sam is a weirdo but mostly because of her small/odd family dynamic and also a little bit because of the ghosts. Poor Mark, bro is so gullible.

**"I think we sometimes forget that Samantha once hit her head really hard." definitely not the reason she is desperate for family but it is a good excuse actually for a lot of the situations she finds herself in. But also I wonder if she does have lasting effects, like I would assume considering she was literally dead for three minutes.

*"Issac complain about monarchy, must be day ending in y" oh Thor you are a comedic genius and you are very correct.

Hopefully I got everything I wanted to put in that lol.

IRISH HETTY

Holy shit. I knew, of course I knew. But having confirmation of something that hits you straight in the face is just really nice. This reveal is perfection. Poor Hetty believing whole heartedly that she is somehow British royalty and then she gets hit with one of the things she hates most in life. Love it. This managed to coincide with my English literature class going over a bit of Irish history so I was having a grand time sticking the two together into one big nerd pb&j. Plus I know generally that I have a good chunk of Irish somewhere in my history lol.

The actual implications of Hetty knowing she is Irish now are insane. Much like her encounter with the washing machine, dalliances with Trevor, and brief run ins with feminism, her finding out about her Irish ancestry is just another wall she is breaking. Almost like a another layer that is keeping her from "the real world." She is so stuck in her very stuffy uptight ways but these giant -for her- moments keep happening. They keep adding cracks and craters to the layers of her being. Much like Issac they don't change her fundamental elements so she is still the sam character/person but she has that growth we long to see. Mostly I love to see her views get challenged and she has to deal with the aftermath of those challenges.

Thor's part in all of this is also really interesting. We know he knows things about probably all of the ghosts but he has managed to keep these secrets for an incredibly long time. Thor is just a big guy who loves and cares about his friends. There is also another layer of Hetty being one of, if not, the only ghost who Grew up at Woodstone. The ghosts before her had an attachment to her because they were there for her whole depressing backstory TM. They know what all she went through (some stuff they probably have never said) But Thor specifically fell into some sort of protective figure for her (even if she didn't consider him as that protector for a long time after her death) Whether Sass and Issac just chose not too be as involved or even if they were Thor was there and chose to be there. He knew being Irish would be a huge crack in her worldview so he kept it to himself all to protect her. And let me tell you that made me cry. The Thor and Hetty relationship is one of my favorites not only because of the comedic aspects but also just the sheer care he has for her. She can't do much besides accept her friend and even affirm that friendship. (HETTY LOVE GORDON) Like guys she doesn't even say his pelts are gross and nasty it is such a huge moment for the both of them. They have to feel real life feelings which is a problem for them both, and as they tap into those feeling they are able to settle each other.

Trevor's part in this is smaller but it is still Very much there. He is quick to affirm that he loves St. Patrick's day. Quick to let her believe that her ***"Flaming red hair and alabaster skin" aren't particularly Irish traits. He stays by her side nearly all episode. Yet he was delighted to find out that she was in fact Irish, but he didn't make fun of her? Their whole relationship is based off of their conflict wouldn't he as the little shit that he is want to crowd her with snide witticisms? No he wouldn't. Their relationship genuinely makes me feel insane sometimes because we are clearly moving towards some sort of impasse. Whether its that we find out they have been getting closer but are just friends still or if they have been secretly hooking up off camera or any number of possibilities. There are choices being made that bring them together. Trevor likes Hetty's qualities simply put and Hetty apparently Loves Colin Ferrell who in many ways favors the pantless crusader. (He also uses that tone of voice that it seems like he literally saves for Hetty) I just cant wait to see more of their "complicated and diabolical" relationship.

***Now Trevor explain why you said that with a sarcastic air but at the same time plausible enough that Hetty would probably take it at face value. Plus why was he so poetic in his descriptions???

I believe that I have written what I can about Hetty but also I probably could think of other things lol.

Miscellaneous

Pete is such a good teacher. I love that he shows Hetty a bunch of Irish things.

"This man has plans for someone and I for one respect it" How even would he execute that plan lol?

If they wanted to take Issacs money I really think all they'd have to do is ask Trevor. He wants to be Mom and Dad's favorite.

Doctor Hoo

"No, baby, that was the scam."

Kelsey is so real for the gift card and seven dollars lol. (She is hilarious and a really good person to bring back)

Gaslight that poor man

Also Hetty looking too Trevor to calm her fears like she could have asked anyone in that room and she chose him.

Rebecca Wisocky the woman that you are. The line read on that bit about Whiskey is Hilarious.

I love Pete and his love of the craft. The improv your way out really worked I am curious if it could come up again somehow with Mahesh and Mark.

I love Jay that is the tweet hit send

"Except for Danes who brains are rumored to be mostly cabbage" He just can't get past his own prejudices.

That is the end of my very long rant sesh! Thanks for sticking around

He is down bad

I just like how for most of the scene she can’t look him in the eyes :((((

-Jess🫡

[zimwy]

they're at a party. some avengers thing, or maybe the hellfire gala--barnes hadn't been paying attention when his invitation was extended, affixed stare on steve's soft lips, wondering what they would've felt like on his neck. he's been efforting over the course of--god, nearly a year now--to pull on a thread he thought existed inside him, delicate and gossamer. did steve like men? more so: did steve like him?

he wasn't sure he'd call himself a man in the traditional sense--he was something more sinister and sweet at the same time, more like a walking dose of poison, something decidedly feminine slumbering in his heart he had no desire to try to understand.

but you looked at him and saw a man, typically.

normally, bucky hates these kind of galas. the winding halls with chiming, hanging glass, ocean blue statues standing sentinel at every hall junction, probably worth more than his entire life, were all so gaudy and excessive. normally, he'd find some corner to hide away in, eyeing a set of double doors, mapping out every nook and cranny to find cover if it went up in flames.

this time, bucky doesn't even entertain the idea of locking into soldier mode. not in the typical way, bunkered down in a trench, german bullets ripping over head. today, bucky and natalia have traded suits for the fun of it, the mystique of the unexpected: yeah, she'll like that, nat had said, adjusting the cut of his dress (though he wasn't sure who she was; emma?). sleek black in color, it opened at the back, lace hugging each end, a viewing port from the seam of bucky's spine to his neck. his hair, thick, gorgeous shoulder length curls has been pinned up against his head, ringlets framing his face. lets see those eyes, gorgeous, she'd joked, grinning.

he didn't have to tell natalia how he felt about steve. she already knew. maybe that's why she'd done this--to embarrass him, or force the truth out into the open. fuck it. he'll play along.

on the main floor, he sidles up to rogers whilst he's mid conversation, notes how awkward and stiff he is. the people he's talking to don't know him, or they don't recognize him behind the makeup and trussed curls and pretty dress; the prosthetic is carefully hidden behind an image inducer, appearing whole, the fleshy marks where the metal connected even obscure. his real arm loops steve's waist, and it's easy to play the bubbly one-too-many-cups-of-champagne trophy wife, giggling in a trained, feminized voice as he embellishes a truthful recount of steve saving his life. the details are vague and obscured, but the core is entirely honest.

he feels steve's entire diaphragm tense, one hand cinched at his hip, the other perched loosely around his chest. though the metal hand cannot feel the heat of his skin, it knows the weight of touch, the perception of it.

bucky gets the couple to leave. easy, no one likes bothering with someone shitfaced. they were all easy to read.

' lets get you some air. ' steve says, slowly. he always sucked at this kind of thing.

they circle up a winding staircase, and bucky only drops his grip when he realizes no one else is up here. sweet as always, steve pulls away with little force, gingerly prying bucky off of him. he approaches the edge of the balcony that overlooked this side room. bucky had already been up here--high ground was an ideal location for figuring out where your exits and entrances were, what paths to take in the event of an incident. they weren't just here for fun, but--

his heels tap-tap-tap at a fluid pace when he works up the courage to close the distance, his heart racing hard between the xylophone bridge of his ribcage. enough isolation for a bit of privacy, but anyone who looked straight up could see if they got too close to the rail. he decides he doesn't care anymore.

' i noticed nats wearing the suit, ' steve says, and bucky wonders if it was intentional, deflecting away from what had just happened. that hadn't been remotely necessary. bucky had done it to impose himself. ' you guys coordinate? '

bucky's bare shoulders lift and fall. the image inducer fails, soft-appearing skin snapping back into hard compounds, adamantium, vibranium. he never liked the inducers, finnicky tools. ' she thought it'd be funny. ' his voice drops to it's natural cadence for a moment. he doesn't mention the attire was meant to be provocative. easier than stripping down to some fine dress pants and nothing else. bare legs and stockings and heels and the tantalizing plunge over his chest and back--that worked a hell of a lot better, even on men who weren't particularly interested in men. especially them. suddenly it always mattered less that the pretty thing looking up at them wasn't what they knew as a woman.

once he's close enough to touch, he lays his natal hand against steve's strong, thick shoulder, massages at the muscle there. with heels, he almost meets steve's height, and is tall enough he can lean into his back, lips at the shell of his ear, breathy. ' come dance with me, tiger. '

@perditos

[thebottomfromhell]

I saw on your list that this is not included in Kokushibou's kinks, but the idea stuck with me and I think it can be included in clothed sex... but just imagine Kokushibou dressing like a traditional Japanese bride, maybe just because his male partner asked, wanting to imitate a honeymoon, ending with the two having sex with them in groom's clothes

Lol, Kokushibou is not enjoying this one as much as we will, but this is not his blog so...

Male Reader and Kokushibou having sex with traditional groom and wife robes

Warnings: Sexual content, Implied dub-con (due Kokushibou really not being into cross-dressing), Kokushibou being Kokushibou, Dirty Talking, Slight role-playing, Feminization, Praise kink Degradation kink (for the feminization) and Oral sex.

He has no idea how you convinced him of this, it's shameful, degrating! Why is he wearing a woman's bridal dress? What pleasure should a man get from such forcefulswitch in the hierarchy? He is a damn swordsman, a samurai, Upper Moon 1, a figure of most respect! Not some virgin about to be sold to a new household! A part of him wished to rip off these clothes, the other part of him doesn't like the way you look at him when he is naked, a gaze so intense and shameless...

Seriously, why did he agree to this? There is a feeling of vulnerability as you start kissing his neck and groping him under the white pieces, only taking the hood of the shiromuku down to see his flustered face, with frowning eyes, grind teeth and red face and ears. Kokushibou has his hands against your chest, already naked, since you have already taken pieces of the groom's attire off. "Such a beautiful bride~." He doesn't push, put he does turn his head closing is eyes, this is really embarrasing, but you take the new access to the neck.

You grab his dick, it's not hard yet, but you still carress gently the lenght. Your dry hand makes it sting a littles, as Kokushibou sighs with exasperation at your eagerness. You start nibbling the side of his neck, delivering bites from there to the ear, where you blow a bit of air, making the Uppermoon tremble. Besides sighs and grunts, he refuses to let a sound out of his mouth, griting his teeth as your one of your hand teases his sex and the other teavels through his legs and stomach.

"So beautiful. Let your voice out for me, darling." He looks at you with a face tha basically says "you really think I will listen to you?", then closes his eyes shut harder with an offended face, not willing to let himself look vulnerable... for now. You know how prideful your beloved can be, so you chuckle as he moves his body to the side, almost giving you the back. Not that it matters. "Or do you want to say the safeword, my love? Use that pretty mouth of yours~" Again, he doesn't say anything, giving you the cold shoulder.

Since you do have a safeword you continue carelessly, moving the skirt part of the robes to expose Kokushibou's formed legs, as you move to kiss, nibble and suck the skin, pincing the thighs as he tenses as he digs his fingers un the beddings, releasing a growl. You move the piece of cloth higher, exposing a perfect and as-if untouched skin, due the fact that every mark heals away. You start licking his buttcheeks as you gain access to them, making your beloved tremble a bit as he turns, getting fully on his stomach. You use the wetness your your saliva to massage the two pieces of flesh, one on each hand, blowing a bit of air into the nervious hole, making it twitch and it's owner hiss.

You only chuckle as you begin to tease the entrance with a thumb and move the other hand to Kokushibou's dick, jerking him off. "You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen. I am sure any other man would die of envy if they saw you with me in shrine, wishibg to be in my place. Wishing you were making bow to them so they can keep you and fuck you as much as anyone would like~" you whisper sgainst his ear, the taker a more intense shade of red and you can hear the grinding of fangs. "You would be such a good wife~" not really, but it doeas feel nice to say it.

You are already hard under your lower clothes, so you rush into taking the oil, as Kokushibou hisses again when it contacts it's skin. Still, he doesn't say anything as you begin to sink the tip of your middle finger in his hole, pressing softly and gently, alsmost as if was meant for a massage instead for penetratimg, making sure to tease the nerves of the rim that tense and relax against your touch. You go back to hold the base of his now erected dick, hot in your hand, still a bit dry, but you know that will get fixed soon enough. You sink your finger into the entrance slowly, until it gets to the knuckle. Then you begin to move both your hands back and forward to start preparing him as you masturbate him.

You can feel your own dick sting, too hot and unconfortable against clothes that are getting wet with your pre-cum. Kokushibou just burries his face on the white surface, biting it as growls and groans scape his throat, but not managing to go through his mouth. The wet sounds get a but louder when you add a second digit, making your beloved make also a higher-louder noise that scapes from his nose as well. He unconsciously moves against you, using the kimono to hide himself, for the moment forgetting it's a woman's dress.

Once you finish with a third finger, getting the digits out when all of them can get in and out the tight and hot pucker with ease, you turn him around, just frowning at you angrily before moving his legs to upen them. You wish you managed to convince him to use make up too, with droll falling from his mouth and tears threatening to form in his wyes, he would look divine with ruined lipstick, brushed all over the face, and eyeliner making black tears down his face. Still, you take what you can, so you kiss his face as you pull your hard and wet cock free and line it to the passage.

Kokushibou doesn't hold into you, even your you move his legs around your hips as you burry yourself in his pucker, feeling the warmth and soft flesh around your erection. You don't wait to move, making the demon's priority to shut up his own moans with one of his hands. "Mngh! Phft! Mngh!" You move in and out on a steady, not so fast pace, but still leaves you panting against his neck and ear, making the demon tremble as he closes his eyes. "I love you so much." You say as you keep going, the heat in your body shared with his, the smell of sex, the unholy sounds, the preassure in your cock made you wish you lasted longer, but you only concentrated your attention in your "bride".

You cum inside Kokushibou, making some lasts thrusts into him to burry your seed as deep inside him as you can. One time. "Mmgh!" Twice. "Gnmh!" Trice. "Gnah!" But he hasn't came yet, so you are not done. You pull out softly, the second your now soften up dick leaves his body being taken to cover himself with the kimono out of embarrasment as he feels the cum leaking out. "Don't hide, let me help you to cum." You whisper as you move his hands in order to uncover his erection and take it in your mouth. "Argh!" Kokushivou moans sensitive as he feels your hot breath and tongue against his sex.

You move your head up and down, having him grabbing you as he squirms into you, tip of the lenght reaching your throat, you suck him up until you get the treat. Kokushibous arches his back when he cums into your mouth.

"How was that, "my dear bride"?" He looks at you angrily as he stands up, taking anything to cover himself and replace the kimono. "Don't you ever call me that again." He says before leaving... well, you tried.

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What do you think about daddy issues? 👀

Do you think seb might have them because he lacked a father figure for most of his formative years? Asking for... a friend 👀

I am a big fan of daddy kink

But, might I say, this has the shoved-down-our-collective-throat undertone of trauma-causes-kinks-because-kinks-are-bad-and-if-you-have-them-obviously-it's-cause-you're-fucked-up. I'm not saying it to be mean to you, specifically, anon, it's a thing that everyone and everyone gets from social messaging and I still feel and see it in myself despite having worked hard to get out of. I just felt like pointing it out because I think, sure, Seb's got daddy issues (as in emotional baggage around his father) based on the very limited, bits and pieces of things he's mentioned about his life. (In my opinion, though, almost everyone has daddy issues in one form or another as a result of how men and boys are socialized.)

But, those issues don't have to be the reason Seb might enjoy daddy kink. It could be the single reason! It totally could be. But it doesn't have to be.

Humans are complicated and complex. Sebastian might have enjoyed giving up control and being submissive and handing it all over to Daddy even without his literal father having not been as involved in his life as is "typical". Who knows? Sometimes it's just fun and exciting because it's taboo, sometimes you can't pin down why, and sometimes it is trauma.

So, for your friend... yeah I think about Sebastian having a daddy kink sometimes. Sometimes more than just sometimes 💀

I have more on AO3 and probably more on Tumblr but here's some of my older writing from 'round here:

Accidental Daddy Kink

Daddy Chris In A Suit W/ His Bratty (But Still Very Subby) Sebastian

Continuation ^

Free Use ft. Daddy Kink & Feminization

Chris As Seb's Daddy Letting Him Suckle & Cockwarm

More Cockwarming w/ Daddy Kink

Chris Has A Daddy Kink

Golfing Sugar Daddy Chris w/ College Student Sebastian AU

Kiss & Drop (More Golfing Sugar Daddy AU)

Sebastian Letting "Daddy" Slip

Daddy Chris Fucks Seb Against A Window