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satancopilotsmytardis · 1 year ago

Note

Halloween = candies, so can you just mix some sweets into their play, please? Or a regular domestic submission kink. Literally anything that puts Dabi in cute&sexy apron works for me. (I can't stop wondering since chapter 8.)

Pairing: ShigaDabi

Contents: Non-graphic descriptions of murder/blood, crossdressing, sex toys, orgasm denial/delay, prostate massage, prostate milking, handjobs, intercrural sex, objectification, Master/Slave dynamic

When he started running with the League it was just out of convenience. He wasn't looking for anything else, definitely wasn't looking to play these kinds of games with any of the other members. He's been good about not letting any of his idle past times reflect or connect back to his more overtly villainous work, which is why he uses knives rather than his quirk when he's out like this. He had not expected Shigaraki to follow him one night as he made his way to the home of the social worker who had been assigned to his house after his mother burned Shoto. Someone who should have seen how much worse everything else was and should have stepped in. Hadn't because it would reflect poorly on the number two hero.

He had been sitting on the living room floor, blood cooling against his skin and on the carpet when Duster had let himself in. There had been a long pause as Shigaraki took in the mess he'd made of the body and Dabi's quirk had started to build under his skin. He hadn't killed anyone outside of a raid before, and certainly not like this. Was not prepared for any of the League to find out what he did when he wasn't around them. But Duster had just dropped onto one of the armchairs, crossed his legs and told him to show him how he cleaned up after himself. He showed the other man the methodical way he broke down the body, showed him how he cleaned up all of the mess until the house was spotless. Liked doing those parts as much as the killing, it soothed the wild, furious thing inside of him to just slowly bring things back to order. And when he was finished, with nothing but the garbage bags ready to be disposed of, Duster stood up, and turned those to dust, letting him erase the evidence even more thoroughly.

Probably weird that vacuuming up the last of the mess under his watchful eyes had started to make him squirm and his skin go hot, but Tomura is the one who caught him by the hips and pushed him up against the wall and claimed his mouth in a rough, possessive kiss. Had brought him upstairs and fucked him in the dead woman's bed. And from then on it wasn't just him sneaking out for his extracurriculars, wasn't just the killing he looked forward to either.

This is the first time they've done this since taking over the PLF and Duster had cleared their schedules for a few days, had given Dabi a small list of people to pick from, people who had nice, isolated houses and who wouldn't be missed for the few days that they were going to take. He'd settled on a property developer who was working on a project, making a perfect street of high-class suburban homes. Has been living in one of them himself while the rest of the project is awaiting some kind of setback to be resolved before construction finishes. Dabi picked out the house and Tomura gave him a kiss and sent him on his way.

Duster always lets him do this part in private. Never intrudes on him carving into his victims. Never asked how he chose the ones he started with before he was helping, and they never talk about this when they're doing any of their other work. The others assume that they're going off for work or to fuck, and they never correct them. Dabi doesn't think that Spinner or Compress would be thrilled to find out what they are doing, and this is private anyways. This is special.

He always makes a mess, but it's not necessarily about causing pain. He always keeps his victims gagged tight anyway so he doesn't have to listen to them scream, plead, or cry, while he's working. He just likes to make a mess. Especially now, especially when the messier he is, the more Tomura will want him to clean up. By the time the property developer is no longer breathing, Dabi is slumped against the island, blood spilled all over the kitchen floor, panting softly. Never used to get hard when he was doing this, but he figures that his body knows what's coming next, thinks he looks forward to this almost more than the killing at this point. He texts Tomura that he's finished and hops up on the island to wait, watching the blood spread and spread across the floor.

He hears the front door open and shut softly, the lock clicking back into place and his anticipation burns a little hotter through his veins. Tomura finds him quickly enough, the smell of blood must be overpowering as it trails from the room, and he enters with the little black duffle that makes Dabi's cock twitch in his pants. Red eyes trail over the body, over his mess, before they land on him again, and Dabi spreads his legs a little wider, so Tomura can't miss the way his arousal is tenting his pants. Been months since they were able to do this, and that's probably the only reason he's feeling indulgent enough to come over to him and pull him into a hot, demanding kiss.

Dabi wants to touch him, hook his hands in his collar, tangle them in his hair, and pull him close, but he doesn't. There's blood on his hands, and if he makes Tomura messy, then he definitely won't get anything else before he has to clean up. Lets out a soft moan when Tomura doesn't tease, when he reaches for the button on his jeans instead. Neither of them wear their villain gear when they do this, opting for civilian clothes instead, and not having his belt to get through means that Tomura has four fingers around his cock much faster than he normally would. Tomura's mouth trails along his jaw, down his neck as he strokes over his cock, the leather of his gloves a little smoother than skin, but still probably a little too much friction. Makes every movement twinge with just a touch of discomfort as he works his hand over him. Perfect, brings his pleasure higher and higher. Lets himself savor it with the scent of blood thick in the air. Tomura doesn't rush, never really likes to in the first place, brings him to his peak slowly, makes it last until he's cooked the blood on his clothes to scabs, and the stains have gone brownish and tacky across the tiled floor. Shifts his hand and position so that when Dabi does fall over the edge, his cum joins the mess on the floor too.

Tomura only gives him a few seconds to recover before he's pressing a kiss to the edge of his lips, "Come on, time for our walkthrough." Dabi tucks himself back into his pants, denim stiff with dried blood, and hops off the counter eagerly.

He likes this part too. They walk through the whole house together, getting a sense of the layout. It's a big house, three bedrooms, an office, two and a half baths, living room, dining room, family room, laundry room, and kitchen with a less formal eating area. The whole property is fenced in with a big yard out front and out back. This is the kind of house that people buy when they have a family. But as they walk through, Dabi only sees evidence of a man who has lived alone his whole life. The bedroom is messier than is becoming of a man in his thirties, his office equally a disaster. Aside from his corpse and the subsequent mess, there were dishes piled up in the kitchen sink, and Dabi can tell that he has never dusted a day in his life. It's not disgusting, but it's clear that he was the type of person who cleaned only when he had to. Which means he's going to have plenty of chores to do today.

When they're finished they stop back in the master bedroom.

"You can go shower, I'll leave everything that I want you to wear here along with your chores that you need to finish before dinner." Tomura's voice cool and commanding. A tone that used to put him on edge but that immediately has his insides going a little soft and his head a little floaty now.

"Yes, sir." But he stays where he is for another moment. Master must have missed this as much as he has because he indulges him again, pressing a soft kiss to the edge of his lips. Could melt him into a puddle with that alone. But when Tomura pulls away Dabi goes right over to the bathroom.

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He should shower first, but it's a bit of a compulsion to start by cleaning the glass cubicle thoroughly as soon as he sees it. Scrubs it spotless before he gets inside and washes away the sweat and blood that are clinging to his skin, and then cleans the shower again to make sure any trace of that is gone as well. Thankfully there are some towels in the linen cabinet, but they smell like they've been there for a while and Dabi figures that supports the thought that the man hadn't had any visitors in a very long time. He dries off and exits the room. Tomura has left his toys on top of the nightstand, his clothes hanging on the back of the door. Dabi goes to the toys first. He expects his cage and a plug, but he gives a softly surprised, pleased sound when he finds a plug and cock ring instead. One that will let him get hard, even if he won't be able to cum until Master says he can, if he does. Left him lube too and Dabi puts on his ring and then sets about opening himself up for the plug. He doesn't tease, doesn't try to make it feel good. The house is so messy and his Master is waiting. He still gets a little hard by the time he's sinking the plug inside, but he ignores the stirrings of his arousal, cleaning up the excess lube so he can finish getting dressed.

The dark blue dress that Tomura's left for him wouldn't be scandalous on Toga, because on Toga the hem would probably hit her mid-thigh. But on him, the dress barely covers him, will be showing at least half of his ass as soon as he bends over because Master didn't leave him any panties today. The garment is simple, thin straps and a low scoop-neck, fitted through the bodice and flaring slightly at the waist to give him the A-line silhouette that Tomura always seems to like him in. The apron is new, white, and as short as his dress, thick lacy straps to tie it in place, and lace all around the edges. It's cute and feminine and it is not helping his cock soften any, making a very obvious bulge in the fabric that makes him squirm a little. Can't help it as he steps into the little black kitten heels too. He would never pick something like this to wear, but knowing it makes his Master happy sets pleasure curling through his veins. Dabi does his best to ignore that as he picks up the last thing that Tomura left for him. His list of chores.

They aren't anything he didn't expect, clean up the kitchen, wash the sheets, clean the bathroom, and on and on. Lots of things for him to do by the time that he's supposed to start preparing dinner. It's enough things that it will be difficult to finish all of it by the time dinner rolls around if he's not careful and on his best behavior. He wants to make sure that everything is perfect before then. Dabi starts by stripping the bed and finding the laundry basket, already full of the dead man's clothes, and call it cheating, but he brings the lot of those into the bathroom and drops them into the tub, burning them into ash in a handful of seconds ant opening the window and turning on the fan to clear out the smell from the room. There. He will vacuum up the ash before he scrubs out the tub later.

Laundry basket now empty, he strips the bed, gathers his clothes, the towels he wanted to wash, and the sheets from the guest room, and all of the blankets he finds. Sorts them into appropriate loads and takes them down to get started. He makes sure that the timer alarm is turned on so he'll be able to hear it and then goes to the kitchen. The body is dust, turned into a thick disgusting sludge across the floor and Dabi's cleaning supplies have been brought in. They never know what they're going to find so before they go on an outing, they pick out groceries and Dabi packs a bag with everything he might need to clean the house. Is extremely glad he brought a mop because clearly this man hadn't thought of that himself when he'd moved in. Dabi puts on his black gloves to protect the seams across his palms from the harsh chemicals before he really begins. Ends up having to wash the dishes before he starts in on the mess on the floor, just so he can actually get his bucket into the sink, and then spends half an hour getting up the sludgy mix of dust and blood. Blushes as he cleans up his spend from the floor too.

By the time he's ready to move on, the washer beeps and he goes to change out loads. Comes back and gets his scrub brush and onto his hands and knees, and goes across the entire floor until the slate gray tiles shine. Is so focused on his task that he has no idea when his master found his way back to the room. Tomura is leaning against the doorway, watching him, until he stands to empty his bucket again. He startles slightly, nearly spilling the dirty water across the floor.

"Sir?" Still hours before dinner, certainly doesn't think he's been making too much noise.

But there's nothing reprimanding in the look his master is giving him. "I know you have a lot to do, but when you're finished in here, why don't you work on the office next? That way I can go work and be out of your way while you finish up down here." Should have reprimanded him for not thinking of that first himself. Is supposed to be making things comfortable for his lover, making it easier for him to work when he's already being so good to him and taking time out of their busy schedules for this.

"Yes, sir, I'll get started right away."

"Finish what you're doing, you don't have to rush." Feels Tomura's eyes dragging over him as he continues over to the sink to pour out the bucket. "Do you like your new clothes, sweetheart?"

Dabi's face goes a little hot, acutely aware of just how short the dress is in the back. "Yes, sir. Thank you for picking them out for me." He's been careful not to get any blood on the apron. He knows, of course, that the point of it is to keep his dress clean for dinner, but he doesn't want to get anything on the crisp white fabric either, so he has resolved to just be extra careful.

"You're welcome, firefly." His eyes sweep across the room, already so much improved compared to how it looked when he'd first come into the house. "You're doing such a good job, darling." Voice so soft with his fondness. Dabi tries not to preen, but he can't fight the dopey smile that warms his features. His head feels like it's floating a little more just knowing that he's making things the way Tomura likes them.

"Thank you, sir." The dryer dings in the distance and Tomura straightens from the doorway.

"Keep being good and we'll see about a reward after dinner."

"Yes, sir." Reward enough to just make his master happy. He goes and takes the sheets out of the dryer, bringing them upstairs and starting to make the bed before he returns to the kitchen.

With the floors all cleaned, Dabi sets about wiping down the surfaces, cabinets, counters, the refrigerator, and finally putting away the dishes and scrubbing the sink. It doesn't take long and when he's finished only the right chemicals and black lights will be able to tell this was a crime scene. Everything else is perfect and will be waiting for him when he comes back down to start dinner.

Kitchen finished, he goes up to the office. There are open files, blueprints, and other papers spread out across the desk and Dabi starts with those. The ones that are half out of their files are put back into them, the ones he can't find a home for at a glance get added to the garbage bag he'd brought up, the waste bin beside the desk getting emptied out, and the empty coffee mugs set aside to be brought downstairs. He opens the blinds to let in some sun, dusts everything, vacuums the room, wipes down everything else with the furniture polish that he'd brought with him. Makes this room clean and comfortable too before going to find Tomura.

Master is in the living room, reading through some of the reports he'd missed while with the doctor, and doesn't even glance up at him when he enters the room. "The office is ready for you, sir." Tomura raises a hand to dismiss him and Dabi sets his mind to his next tasks. It's his job to make things nice, he doesn't deserve his master's full attention until he's willing to give it, until he's earned it.

Dabi is just checking his list and trying to decide where his time is best spent next when the presence of his plug becomes much more insistent as the toy starts to pulse and vibrate gently inside of him. He gasps, immediately having to brace himself against the edge of the counter as the vibrations make his legs feel weak beneath him. Wasn't expecting the toy to start to move. His thighs tremble, his hole clenching greedily around the plug as it sends wonderful distracting pleasure across his nerves. He's panting and trembling, his cock starting to harden again, but he does his best to focus. To keep to his tasks.

Still a little shaky as he goes room-by-room downstairs, but after half an hour, the toy stops its gentle vibrations. Dabi gives himself just a moment to catch his breath, his cock so hard that he's tenting his skirt and apron, pulling it up high enough that he's having to tug at the hem constantly to not be completely exposed in the front too. His cock is aching. He's so hard, but he doesn't touch himself, doesn't pull at his ring to get any relief, just refocuses himself on his work. He sets about cleaning and polishing furniture, dusting, sweeping, and vacuuming. He takes out the trash-- the bins thankfully in the garage rather than outside--, puts away anything the former owner left out, and keeps periodically switching out the loads of laundry.

With his chores downstairs finished and the last load of laundry tumbling away in the dryer, Dabi makes his way back upstairs, taking the same care in the messy bedroom. Finds more cups and a few plates in the room, cleans up trash, finds more clothes beneath the bed that he does just toss back into the hamper this time. He cleans up the room methodically, making sure that every inch of it is spotless and that the bed is made perfectly. He removes everything from the nightstand, atop it and in the drawers, in case Tomura wants to have easy access to anything else he'd brought with them if Dabi earns a reward. By the time he's satisfied with his work on this level too, he's right on schedule and goes downstairs to start making dinner.

Dabi's mind wanders as he starts to cook. When he was a child doing the household chores, he thought, it was work for women. Thought that way because Mom and Fuyumi did that while he was training with Dad or studying. But when Natsuo's quirk manifested and it was ice too, he also started to join in with more of the chores. When his own quirk went wrong, Dabi was relegated to the tasks as well. He hadn't been happy about that at first, but then Mom had been pregnant again with Shoto, and she wasn't up for being able to do as much. He'd stepped in, trying to make things perfect, hoping if he could at least do that right, then maybe Enji would give him even a scrap of acknowledgement. And it hadn't worked.

He hadn't given chores or cleaning much thought until he started killing. Until he was getting ready to leave his second victim's body and he saw the blood just everywhere and it started to bother him. Cleaned up a little, didn't think anything of it. By the third or forth he started waiting and watching, until he was sure his victims lived alone and he wouldn't be bothered. Then he would sneak in, kill them, and clean up, staying in the house until the garbage bags full of flesh started to smell or any neighbors or friends started to knock, text, or call to check up on the victim. Those scattered times he spent in houses and taking whatever things of value and cash he could, were probably the only reason he'd made it to adulthood without starving or dying of an infection. He had absolutely not given any thought to this being sexual, didn't get off on mutilating people, wasn't aroused by corpses, just set something broken under his skin a little righter making someone else stop breathing. At least it hadn't been sexual until Tomura started coming with him. Until Duster was rewarding him for being good and his body started to anticipate some form of extra release after the killing. Didn't know that cleaning, and cooking, and being at his master's beck and call could feel good too. That this was a form of submission in it of itself.

But Dabi doesn't think Tomura ever makes him float so high or for so long as he does when he lets him stay like this for a whole weekend. When his master gives him a list of things to do, expectations to meet, and he knows he's not supposed to do anything else. Doesn't even have to think. Just has to do as he's told to keep feeling so perfect. He cooks, makes sure that everything is ready and then goes to set the table. Finds Tomura making his way through the halls, inspecting his work. When he sees him with silverware and glasses he pauses him.

"You've done such a good job today, pet," and Dabi's whole chest goes warm, his head a little fuzzy.

"Thank you, sir."

"You can sit with me at the table tonight, precious."

"Thank you, sir." Tomura lets him go on his way, finishing setting the table. Slaves normally sit at their Master's feet while eating, sometimes when he doesn't finish his work adequately enough he doesn't even get to kneel on a cushion while he does. But Master must be so pleased with his work today--

Dabi yelps when the plug sparks back to life and nearly drops a glass. He fumbles, but he catches it, bracing his hand against the edge of the table as his thighs immediately start to shake and tremble. The vibrations are much harder than they were earlier, even though the pattern is still slow, and it has Dabi gasping and letting out a weak moan as it moves. It's difficult for him to focus on getting things set up, his hands shaking badly as he works, but not nearly as badly as his thighs. His cock, teased already once, starts to harden a bit and Dabi tries to move quickly. He doesn't know how long his master will keep the toy on, and he would really like to be sitting before his skirt is tented too high to cover him. Doesn't even think about taking off his apron, the lace hanging a few inches lower than his dress and giving him a modicum of extra coverage as he keeps his head down as Tomura comes into the dining room and he goes to get their food.

He brings their meals in, pours their drinks, and takes his seat as quickly as he can without doing anything sloppily. Knows he's bright red as he has to sit down, making the toy press even more insistently inside of him and the sound rumbling out through the room as Tomura watches him with amused eyes as he picks up his wine glass and takes a sip. They start to eat, and Tomura is... talking. Saying things about work, things that Dabi should be paying attention to, but the plug is pressing against his prostate and his cock is so hard. He's trying to focus, but he can barely keep his wits about him enough to try and eat. He needs to be quiet, can't squirm around, is supposed to be focused on his master's needs, not on what his needy body wants even if it is his master who is working him up so deliberately.

"You're not eating much tonight, sweetheart. Are you feeling alright?"

Dabi's breath is a little shallow, squeezing his thighs together so tightly as he tries to focus, like that will somehow mute the vibrations inside of him and doesn't just make them worse. "I--I'm alright, Master. I'm... not hungry."

"That's a shame, you're such a good cook, darling, and you worked so hard today. I want to make sure you're enjoying yourself too."

The vibrations stay at the same maddening pace all while he's speaking, watching him with a mild, pleasant smile as if he's not responsible for the feeling. "I am, sir," does his best not to keen as Tomura taps his phone, sitting on the table as he starts to speak, the vibrations kicking higher and a little faster. "H-happy just knowing you like it," it's so hard to fight back a moan as this new pattern makes him so, so much hotter. Makes him feel even softer and more floaty when Tomura catches one of his hands and presses a gentle kiss to his knuckles.

Dabi manages a few more bites of his food as Tomura finishes eating, and when they're done, Dabi feels his face go impossibly hotter as he realizes that he needs to clear the table. To go back to the kitchen and clean up the dishes before he gets his evening chores. Which means he has to stand. Tomura waits, watching him, enjoying his embarrassment as much as every other form of submission that he's given him so far today. He swallows thickly, trying to pull on the hem of his skirt and apron, but it's no use, so short now that he's completely hard, that the fabric is half exposing him, his cock a blatant tent beneath the frills. Dabi's humiliation swells through him as he forces himself to stand, hands trembling badly as he starts to gather the dishes.

Master watches him for a moment, and Dabi's pleasure goes even hotter when he feels his eyes dragging over him. But Master gets up. He doesn't usually stay to watch him work, which is probably good because he's shaking so badly from his arousal that he's really worried he's going to fumble with the dishes again, and he doesn't want Tomura to think that he's trying to misbehave or make a mess. He wants to be good, he can be, he can ignore how good the plug feels and how badly his cock is aching. But it's so much harder to be good when he knows his master is watching him.

Impossible to be good when Tomura doesn't leave, when instead he is coming up behind him, hands wrapping around his hips and pressing the tops of his thighs into the table as his body molds along his spine. And Dabi can't do anything but let out a pathetic little keen when he feels his master's cock half hard against him, the rough fabric of his pants against his ass because his dress is just too short. His hips twitch back. He doesn't mean to, knows he's not allowed, but feeling his master's cock against him while the plug is still vibrating inside feels so good that he moves before his brain catches up to him.

"Firefly," And Tomura's voice immediately goes cold again, the hands tightening on his hips hard enough to hurt. Makes his cock twitch even as he scrambles.

"I-- I'm so sorry, Master, I didn't mean to." Does his best to hold still, head dipping down in apology. Has him looking at his cock pressing up against his skirts, sees that there's a wet spot starting to form through the fabric of his apron. Oh no, making a mess even with his ring on. Master will be so disappointed in him. "I was surprised, I-- I didn't think I'd earned your attention." There's a beat and Dabi holds his breath. An excuse like that could get him punished for making assumptions or if Tomura is feeling lenient, he might let it go by unremarked on.

Master lets out a slow sigh, "I'm not certain that you have, but my pretty pet is shaking so badly I don't know if he'll be able to even walk to the kitchen, let alone do it while carrying glass." Dabi's face is so hot he's worried that he might start to smoke. One hand moves away from his hip as Tomura's chin rests against his shoulder, "Already making another mess," he clicks his tongue as he sees the little bloom of precum on the fabric. "At least this one will be easier to clean up." And he pulls the fabric up, letting it pool around the base of his cock so his flushed, dripping member is exposed with the lace nestled around him. "So cute like this, baby boy."

The murmured praise alone has him moaning softly. But Tomura doesn't touch his cock, instead one of the hands disappears again and Dabi's legs nearly buckle underneath him as the toy changes its rhythm again, a building pattern that goes from the lowest setting to the highest in a repeating wave. Grips the table edge to keep upright as pleasure saturates his whole body. "M-Master--"

"Shh," A softer admonishment than he'd gotten used to receiving when they were doing this more regularly. "Pretty toys only speak when asked to." Lips against the shell of his ear as Tomura trails two fingers down the underside of his cock, rubbing over his ladder. "And toys that can't behave have to be put aside until they learn how to be good."

Dabi holds back any other pleads that were sitting on his tongue, but he can't stop the little moans and pants that are coming out of him as Tomura teases his cock as the plug pulses and pulses inside of him. He tries so hard to stay still and let his Master do what he wants to him. Dabi knows what he wants. He wants Tomura to take off his ring and let him cum after keeping him on edge all throughout dinner. He wants Tomura to bend him over the table, to push his skirt up and pull out his plug and fuck him full of his cum. He wants his master to take away his plug afterwards and make him try to keep his cum inside by holding his muscles tight as he goes about his evening chores. Wants to be punished for making a mess when it inevitably ends up trickling down his thighs when Tomura makes him hold on for hours.

But he's Tomura's plaything, and he's happy to take anything that his master will give him. Dabi's breath catches in his throat when Tomura's hand goes down to his balls, stroking and rubbing, and making his need so much higher, before he touches the ring. But he doesn't take it off and he does his best to stomach his disappointment. Loosens it just a bit, just enough that his pre is dripping out a little faster. Then his hand goes to the base of his plug and adjusts that too. Makes sure that it's angled to press and pulse directly on his prostate. He can't beg, not allowed to speak, but Tomura has no qualms with him moaning and whimpering as the vibrations go through him and turn his spine into a molten puddle. Gasps when Tomura pressed his fingers to his lips.

Oh, he opens his mouth so readily, takes them in as far as his master will let him. His tongue curls around them, between them, lapping at his skin as he sucks on the appendages. He feels so good, he wants to make his master feel this good. Would readily give up his own orgasm if Tomura let him suck his cock. Nearly gags himself on the fingers in his mouth when Tomura pulls at the base of his plug, dragging it out so that the widest part is stretching his rim and rolling it there to make his muscles go even wider to accommodate the movement, and then pushing it back inside roughly so that the vibrations hit their peak at the same time as it pushes against his prostate. Good, feels so good. His knees feel weak, his whole body feels weak, he doesn't think he would even be standing anymore if Tomura's weight weren't bracing him against the table. He's breathing so heavily, smoke starting to trickle out of his seams as his master works his pleasure higher, makes his body hotter.

Dabi whines when Master takes away his fingers, only then realizes that his chin is slick. Making a mess, drooling because he wasn't swallowing enough around the moans that are spilling out of him. But Tomura doesn't chastise him, just pushes in the plug deep before shifting slightly. Dabi almost sobs when he hears his zipper pull. Never earns Master's cock before finishing his evening chores--

And he still doesn't get it. Hears the slick slide of Tomura's hand over himself for a moment before he's making Dabi spread his legs a little more. But he doesn't take out his plug. Instead he feeds his cock between his thighs, forcing Dabi to bring them back together and focus on keeping them tight even as his body shivers uncontrollably as his arousal goes so hot he might be choking on embers. Tomura shifts, giving a short shallow thrust that still has his head brushing past the taut skin of his balls and the sensation of any part of him being used for his master's pleasure sends him into the stars. Dabi moans so loudly and Tomura chuckles against his neck, pressing a kiss there.

"Does that feel good, baby boy?"

"Yes, yes, yes, please Master," he gasps a sob catching in his throat as he squeezes his thighs around his cock, nails biting into the edge of the table as he tries so hard to remember not to move.

Tomura hums in the back of his throat, giving another slow thrust. "My pretty toy. You look so cute with your blushing cock pushing up your skirt and your pretty hole all flushed and fluttering every time I touch you." Dabi doesn't know if his cock has ever been this hard before, leaking constantly, but he won't go over the edge unless Tomura takes off his ring. As if he can read his mind, one of Master's hands shifts back to his cock as he keeps thrusting slowly between his thighs. Teases his fingers around his head, down his ladder, back to the silicon nestled at his base and around his balls. Dabi gives another weak sob, the pressure building at his root is starting to hurt with how high his arousal has gone. "You want to cum, don't you sweetheart?" Dabi gasps, nodding desperately, "Do you think you've earned that?"

The frantic nods stop abruptly and Dabi bites back a desperate sob as he tries to get enough breath back to speak, "I-- I'm Master's toy." He manages, voice thinner than he wants it to be. "I only earn what you say I do."

"That's right, precious. And you haven't earned that yet, but I'm so proud of how well-behaved you're being, baby." Dabi can't help sobbing now, bloody tears slipping across his cheeks even as he whimpers,

"Thank you, sir."

Tomura nearly purrs as he starts to cry in earnest, thrusts going a little harder and faster as he moves between his legs. Master always likes it when he cries. Master strokes his cock and tears another rough sob out of him, the pleasure spiraling into pain from how hard he is and how long it's been. "Hurts, pet?"

"Yes, master."

"Okay, baby boy, still have so much to do before we see if you get anything else tonight. Been so well-behaved so far that I'm going to help make you feel better, sweetheart."

"Th-thank you, sir."

"You're welcome, baby."

Dabi can't make sense of how he's planning on helping while his cock is still moving between his thighs and there's a hand stroking his, but after a second the vibrations change again. The plug stays at its highest intensity, no pattern, no relief, just the relentless buzz of it against his prostate. And then Tomura's other hand is at the base again, fucking it roughly into his body in time with the thrusts between his thighs. Dabi sobs as he half buckles over against the table. The pressure in his body, in his cock, his balls, is getting so much worse as the sensations all build and build.

Tomura hums, hand moving from his cock to press down between his shoulder blades so that Dabi is actually bent over the table. He keeps his head down, forehead against the polished wood, can see his cock flushed dark and angry in the nest of lace as the table bites bruises into the tops of his thighs as he's pushed against the edge with each fresh thrust from his master. Chokes on smoke when he sees Tomura's head peek out from his thighs when he presses in as far as he can. He feels so good, and not good enough, and his master is using his body for his pleasure, and Dabi is going to fall apart.

When the next bead of precum forms at his tip it's white and milky as it drips onto the table top. Oh, his whole body shudders. It's been so long since his master did this to him. Dabi sobs his relief when the aching, burning pressure in him starts to unravel. It's so much gentler than an orgasm, nowhere near as all-consuming and powerful as one, but it's perfect. It feels so good because his master chose to give this to him even though he didn't need to. Could have used him no matter what. Dabi moans and whimpers as that first drop is followed swiftly by another, and another, until there is a constant stream of this thinner cum pouring out of his cock and spreading across the tabletop. Little moans keep leaving him as he spills and spills, pressure slowly ebbing from inside of him and letting him float even higher. Letting him focus on just keeping his thighs tight for Tomura as he fucks into the seal of them. His cock is still hard, but not nearly as flushed or painful as it was by the time his prostate can't give anything else. The toy buzzing inside of him too much now, making him so sore and sensitive, but he doesn't protest. Doesn't want to distract Master as he starts to move harder and faster between his legs.

Still has to wait a few minutes before Tomura is pushing deep between his thighs and his cum is splashing against the underside of his cock, more of it splattering against the table and mingling with the puddle he'd left over the surface. Dabi gives another soft moan, somehow feels even further away from his skin seeing the evidence of his master's pleasure, knowing he was able to give that pleasure by letting his body be used. Not allowed to speak unless spoken to, would be tripping on 'I love you's if he were. The plug stops vibrating and the last trickles of tension leave Dabi's body as Tomura pulls himself from between his legs and he hears his master fixing his clothes.

"Stand up straight, baby boy, don't want to get your cute new clothes any dirtier."

It takes a lot of effort but he makes himself straighten after a moment, managing to keep the hem of his skirt and apron out of the mess. Tomura looks at the puddle over the table and then presses a kiss to his temple as a hand reaches to his still half-hard cock. It's too much sensation after everything else and Dabi whines softly.

"There, precious, now you'll be able to do the rest of your chores without being distracted. What do you say?"

"Thank you, Master."

"You're welcome, baby." Another soft kiss that Dabi all but melts into. "You're going to start by cleaning up this mess, sweetheart. I suppose it's good that you didn't have much for dinner."

His cheeks heat up, "Yes, sir."

"And when you're finished you're going to tidy up in here and in the kitchen, you can come up to the office and get your new list when you're done."

"Yes, sir."

"Don't get anything else on your clothes or you'll have to wear your cage for the rest of the weekend."

"Yes, sir."

"My perfect, obedient plaything," Tomura purrs, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Get to work."

He doesn't bother to respond, Master has already given him something more important to do with his mouth as he leans down and laps up some of their cum. Tomura is always so indulgent with his needs, with how he has to make such bloody messes from time to time. He's more than happy to make things neat and perfect for his master in turn.

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prinzenhasserin · 7 years ago

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Rare Male Slash Exchange

Dear Creator!

I had so much fun doing this exchange last year, and please don’t feel obligated to use my prompts. This letter is just in case you might want to poke at some more of my likes. Generally, I’m open to a lot, and will be happy with any rating from gen to explicit.

My AO3 account is here. My prompts are pretty ridiculous in places. That’s just how my mind works! Feel free to play them entirely straight, or subvert them to your heart’s desire. I’m not so much a fan of darkfic, exceptions apply for hopeful/happy resolutions.

Feel also free to include other characters or OCs as side-characters, if they are necessary because of plot reasons. ❤️

(If this letter cribs a lot from my other letters, it’s because I’m lazy, and my likes don’t change around that much :D You can find some of my other letters under the exchange letter tag. I hope you have fun creating!)

Likes:

loyalty

odd couples!

found family, dysfunctional families that nevertheless love each other

historical stories for same-sex pairings that aren't unhappy but that fit with the society of the time (so like, spinster ladies living together; bachelors-for-life); I also like homophobia-free societies!

cultural differences! age differences! height differences!

heists, rescue missions

character driven narratives

dragons, fairy tales, magical realism, urban fantasy

Space AUs

competent characters

people not realising they’re the most competent at their job/hobby

people failing their way to success

happy endings, earning your happy ending, open yet hopeful endings

cynical humour

mutual pining

everything is better in suits, corsetry, fancy dresses

crossdressing

Identity shenanigans (secret identities, mistaken identities)

Blatant Lies

Enemies becoming friends and/or lovers

outsider POV

epistolary, poetry, unusual narrative formats

orange/blue morality (that is, not entirely human morality); grey/grey morality

non-verbal expressions of affection

Kinks I’m always down for:

wall sex

shifting power dynamics

semi-public sex

lots of foreplay, drawn out orgasms, edging

desperate sex, drunk sex, we-just-can’t-help-it!sex, sex for life-affirming

sex toys

sex toys in public (though I get embarrassed if someone else notices)

DNWs:

infidelity in mentioned pairings

suicide

permanent character death

Specific Art Likes:

sketches!

textures!

background!

lavishly designed worlds and setting!

Kisses! Sleeping Together!

Trees!

Colours! Black and White! Sepia!

Explicit art! beauty spots and scars! hair!

Astreiant (fanart+fanfic)

Philip Eslingen/Nicolas Rathe

I'd love something exploring why the city has decided on calling Eslingen Rathe's "black dog", or maybe a scenario where Caiazzo uses Eslingen's relationship with Rathe as a distraction leading to much angst (but pls don't end on a unhappy resolution) Rescuing each other from uncomfortable situations/criminals/too much work?

How Rathe deals with Eslingen's coming promotion to the City Guard would also be great! Or even an AU, where they meet later--do they still find each other? (Other very intriguing AU ideas: integrating soulmates into the already pretty wacky magic system of Astreiant, an arranged marriage AU because Caiazzo and the surintendant want to unite Astreiant's lawful element with it's unlawful element...)

for art I'd love some costume porn, but also a spotlight on Eslingen's long hair, or Rathe's ratty exterior, and their contrast to each other. really, illustrating any scene would be amazing

Cowboy Bebop (fanart+fanfic)

Spike Spiegel/Vicious

The whole mysterious past these two have going on with each other is very intriguing to me, and while I'm much more of a fan of enemies to lovers, the other way around is also good. Was Julia just a beard? Did Vicious resent their relationship? How did they come to feel so violently about each other? did Vicious keep Spike as a pet, that also happens to be really good at murder?

Or maybe, their relationship had always been violent, and the whole killing thing was just a courtship gone horribly wrong?

or maybe Spike meets Vicious during on of their bounty hunts, and distracts him from following the crew with sex? maybe they get locked into a treasure vault together, and need to wait for rescue, and things happen?

or maybe, possibly, despite being riddled with gunshots, Spike survives his last stand, and Vicious regrets his hasty decision of killing him, and (okay, this maybe slightly ooc) nurses him back to health?

Original Works (fanart+fanfic)

Prince/Prince of Enemy Country

- do they know that the other one is royalty? maybe they meet on a Grand Tour, and only later find out that their countries are at war/have a contemptuous relationship? - arranged marriage to end the war? arranged marriage to remove them from the order of succession? - one of them seduces the other for political gain (and/or accidentally manages to fall in love) but also happy with just PWP! - I'd love this in every imaginable setting: set in SPACE, fantasyland, 1920s NYC, modern times, Byzantine Empire; they are fairies, bunnies, mermen, aliens, whatever

Spy/Ghost of Enemy Spy

- (does the ghost retain a sense of loyalty? it could be interesting either way!) - ghost sex: does the ghost need to possess someone to be able to have sex, or can they influence the spy directly in some way? telepathic sex? dream sex? - does the spy try to seduce the ghost to get at the enemy's secret? does the ghost simply tell them, because he's bored and stopped caring? do they go on spy adventures together? maybe the ghost helps the spy escape from prison, because the ghost was executed because they knew too much and now they want revenge? -also consider: space ghosts.

Young Crime Boss/His Grizzled Bodyguard

- yes please. Special bonus points if the Bodyguard is smitten, but feels so much guilt, and only lets himself be very carefully seduced - I'd love this in every imaginable setting: set in SPACE, fantasyland, 1920s NYC, modern times, Byzantine Empire; they are fairies, bunnies, mermen, aliens, whatever - young boss gets kidnapped and needs rescue? bodyguard manages to get caught by the police trashing the abusive ex-boyfriend, and young boss needs to bail out the bodyguard, and pays too much money and makes the bodyguard pay by using his body?

DCU (Comics) (fanart+fanfic)

John Constantine/Bruce Wayne

I saw this in the tagset, and it's so tantalising! (I am also eagerly awaiting Batman:Damned, so if you want to create something in that direction, feel free to!) Otherwise, I don't really mind which version you write!

- John is a member of the Justice League, and so he had to have met Batman. How does that go? Bonus point if it ends with Constantine in Bruce Wayne's life and bed! - Or maybe Constantine meets the Bruce Wayne persona on one of his adventures, and expresses his utter bewilderment at posh people, as he does, and somehow they end up having sex to resolve their issues? - or perhaps, Batman needs a ritual done, and so he turns to Constantine, who convinces him that nothing can be done without a sex magic ritual?

Harry Potter (fanfic+fanart)

Orion Black/Abraxas Malfoy

--you know what would be really cool? If they had a livelong relationship with each other, and only reluctantly married to get kids (also the reason Orion Black married his cousin, perhaps? Because he was already a "confirmed bachelor"?) would also love a kinky PWP! or love letters that are only found after their death

perhaps they have a fling at school, and Voldemort blackmails them into joining his deatheaters because of it? and there's much drama, but they can't let each other go because of true love?

but also consider a complete AU, where Orion and Abraxas marry for political reasons to give the Malfoy family legitimacy or whatever; or Orion and Abraxas coming back as ghosts and really annoying the owner's of Grimmauld Place with their constant ghost banging (literally and figuratively)

Harry Potter/George Weasley

yes please. Fred can be alive (I prefer that, actually), and I prefer if Ginny wasn't fridged, but I'd really like this way of connecting Harry to the Weasley family. does it start when they are still in school? George really wants to repay Harry for the Triwizard money, and manages to con Harry into some sort of relationship because he feels like that's the only thing he's really good for?

Or, they get together after war is over, and Harry/Ginny stops working out--maybe they fall into bed with each other after a boring Ministry event, and drunkenly decide they need some excitement in their life? Or perhaps, a prank gone wrong looks them into a broom cupboard with or without sex pollen?

The love potions they sell in store are accidentally keyed to George, and Harry manages to get dosed, and somehow it works out great?

Severus Snape/Charlie Weasley

Snape needs to lay low and comes to Romania? Somehow, Snape survives Nagini and brews the best burn healing paste, of which Charlie is always in need?

Charlie comes back as Professor for Care of Magical Creatures, and manages to seduce Snape? I'd prefer if Charlie was at least 17 if they start boning while he's still in school. does it complicate Snape's spying duties? does Charlie dress up in lingerie?

Bungou Stray Dogs (fanfic+fanart)

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Dazai Osamu/Nakajima Atsushi

- pls give me violent relationships based on mutual assured destruction

- i’d love a relationship based on one-upmanship, on a general push-and-pull, even all the way at the beginning in chapter 9 of the manga, where Dazai is like "My new subordinate is so much better than you ever were."—and they have such a great chemistry between all of them. I’d like it even if you split up the pairings! Each one you could do is very intriguing!

- Dazai is always so hyper-focused on pretty women, and yet, for some reason, most of the people he surrounds himself with are pretty boys, and he’s such a mastermind with all other things, it would be super intriguing to see him have this epic blindspot of how attracted he is to Atsuchi and Akutagawa— Atsuchi and Akutagawa make such great foils too, they’re such great rivals (for Dazai’s affections?)

- does someone finally look them in a room together, to make them work out their tension?

- there’s this new ability user called EL James, and their ability is sex pollen, and it surprises the three of them on a mission? alternatively, I'll take other authors with wacky powers :P

- I’d even love an AU where, say, Dazai is some rich mogul who likes to keep pets, or anything really, as long as you preserve their character dynamics. Or soulmate AUs!

- Dazai manipulates them into sleeping with each other for the greater good, and only then does he notice that he kinda likes them too, and feels much angst about it, or maybe Atsuchi can’t take Akutagawa’s pining, except accidentally he sleeps with him, and then they seduce Dazai together?

- I’d also be very interested in encounters with literary figures that haven’t been seen yet

Inuyasha (fanfic+fanart)

Sesshoumaru/Inuyasha

am here for all the contrived reasons to get them together. Hate!sex? Yes! Sex Pollen? You got me! Arranged marriage by their dad to keep dog demons with dog demons? I am here!

What I like is their contemptuous relationship with each other, that nevertheless evolves – I like that they claim to not spit on the other if they were on fire, but when push comes to shove, they do help each other, and defend the other from their enemies. I like that they are halfbrothers, that they clearly recognise the power in each other, the underlying class issues, and all.

How about a small snippet of them teaming up together? Surprised by sex pollen, or a gender-changing well? time loops would be awesome! as would Inuyasha and Sesshomaru meeting again in the future, with Inuyasha time-travelling and Sesshomaru getting there the conventional way. Would also read soulmates!fic, or a sleeping beauty AU

I see both Inuyasha and Sesshomaru as fairly aggressive and forthright, and would prefer you not to characterise either of them as submissive (outside the bedroom).

The Inheritance Cycle (fanfic+fanart)

Murtagh Morzanson/Eragon Shadeslayer

Would love this at any point during canon, but please don't change the setting! Adding additional worlbuilding is really awesome, though.

- do they sleep together during their days on the run, to keep themselves warm and then it turns into more? do they get caught in an old sex pollen trap somewhere?

- Saphira and Thorn go into heat and it transfers over to their riders?

- would also love post-canon things, where Eragon goes to look for wild dragons, and finds where Murtagh went instead, or something

- AU, in which Galbatorix makes them marry while Eragon is captive, and because they said their vows in Elvish, it's still valid after they kill him, and they have to deal with hearing each others thoughts and being connected until death do them part?

The Three Musketeers - Dumas (fanfic+fanart)

d’Artagnan/Jussac

- Then, there’s also Jussac–and their rivalry is set up so well! The longstanding Cardinal’s Guard against the new impulsive Musketeer? Perfection. And then Jussac disappears, and it made me so sad. - So, rival hate!sex? Are they assigned to protect someone and have to arrange themselves with each other? Are they banding together for a greater enemy? - Is one of them blackmailed for their sexuality, and they can only go to the other for help, because nobody is going to believe the gossip they have about the other? I’d prefer if the blackmail doesn’t put emphasis on homophobia, just that the sexual behaviour was not socially acceptable. - They are wooing the same mistress. Because of reasons, they have to hide in her closet together, and the only reasonable recourse of action is banging each other. - Foiling an assassination attempt? getting imprisoned together, because they duelled in public? - I’d also be game for a total AU! But please preserve the general fucked up character dynamics, because they are what I like about this canon.

d’Artagnan/Athos

- d'Artagnan pays so much attention to Athos, and his many swings of temperament, and he has such a crush on him! It’s hard to tell if he wants to be him, or bang him, and I really really want the latter. When Athos says, he has sworn off of women, what he means is that he’s only interested in men, right? right? that is to say, I’d love canon divergence, where they end up together (and please, with the possibility of longterm happiness) - If you want to set this before Milady’s appearance, sure! If you want to set this after Milady’s appearance, I would love to see the dramatic fallout of Milady flirting with d'Artagnan, or hurt/comfort after Athos kills his wife the second time. - Treville makes them root out the Cardinal’s spies out of his ranks! They have to spend a lot of time close together; or Treville makes them go on duty together, because Athos is very experienced, and that’s not the only thing he’s experienced with ;) - d’Artagnan needs help managing the estate the King grants him, and Athos lends a helping hand I like a good helping about catholic guilt, but not just specifically about homosexuality.

#exchange letter #rare male slash exchange

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