#villain recruiters pretty scar

[jinxthejubilee]

Based on my last ask, do you think PS and Dalmatia would tell others about their relationship, or do you think others have been picked up or suspect something?

Jack would probably be the first person to suspect something's off. Dalma IS his best friend, so there's no way he wouldn't notice that his buddy has been suspiciously nicer and gentler to PS than he used to be.

I'd say Apple, too, given how perceptive he is. Though, unlike Jack and probably the rest of the recruiters, aside from maybe Ms. Hades or Joe, Apple wouldn't say anything. What they do outside of performing on stage is none of his business. He'd be happy for them, regardless.

The others would probably pick up on it later, but given Dalma's formerly low tolerance of PS and her antics, they'd most likely see their relationship as "good friends" unless they see them acting in an obviously romantic way.

[blackpoison66]

Crossover Twisted Wonderland and Disney Villain Recruiters

Art: kyo

[mamath]

Disney villain recruiters!! They are incredibly goofy but I love their costuming.

If you're not familiar with these characters, good job at not being as terminally online as me I guess!! :') They're semi-improv characters that (used to?) show up at Tokyo Disneysea at Halloween and try to "recruit" park visitors to villainy.

PRETTY NICHE CONTENT so of course I've been wanting to draw them forever. I've missed a couple (the Aladdin and Hunchback themed ones) so idk if I'll come back and add those one day but for now this is it..

[tickledpink31]

I’ve had this idea for a while, and the six pose dance song has been stuck in my head for a week. So, this new girl with the striking resemblance to Minako is an alternate version of Minako from another dimension. She’s now Mika, an orphan and high school student in Japan. Watch me as I make some self-indulgent found family content with a very niche part of disney.

Feel free to ask more about Mika and the recruiters

A few warnings: Content is mostly sad since I can't seem to make ocs without torturing them or giving them tragic backstories. I was also kind of sad doing research about orphaned children in Japan.

Bio

As a baby, she was found on the doorstep of a child institution without a single piece of information to identify her biological family. Mika has lived in three institutions and with two different families. Her status of being an orphan has often left her friendless and discriminated within not just her school, but almost every place outside an institution.

Currently, Mika resides in her second foster home with the Arai family that neglects her and only took her in to get the government money. She works as a waitress at a diner in hopes of surviving the adult world once her foster family kicks her out after she graduates from high school or even sooner once she turns eighteen in November.

Meeting the Villain Recruiters

(I couldn't find a lot of information on if Japanese schools going to field trips to Disneyland, but for the sake of this plot, just go with it)

Mika's homeroom wins an all-expense school field trip to Tokyo DisneySea set during the week leading up to Halloween. Much to her delight, she gets the opportunity to attend the Disney Villain Recruiters Atmos show event and the Sailing Day Buffet event. Little does she know, the recruiters are not just actors, but actual henchman of infamous Disney villains.

...And all 10 of them are scouting her long after the trip is over.

Personality

While her twst counterpart, Minako has little sister energy being the youngest in her family, Mika in comparison has big sister vibes. On the surface level, Mika can seem childish due to her naivety and her need for attention from adults. However, she’s quite responsible as she is rather efficient at time-management between work and school, doing chores around the house, and even helping the child care workers take care of the younger children when she was still living in an institution.

Mika maintains a soft-spoken persona, but holds strong convictions about how unfairly institutionalized children are treated and how biological parents aren't always good parents. She is more perceptive than she lets on as she is well aware that the recruiters are making excuses to spend time with her in order to gain her favour and later be recruited. She rarely voices her opinions and inner thoughts out loud.

Having spent most of her childhood as a lonely orphan, she craves attention and affection from others, especially from adults. In spite of knowing the ulterior motives of the recruiters, she continues to consort with them as they were the closest thing she had to a group of friends.

Abilities

Unlike Minako, Mika is not a witch or that much of athlete, but she's near-indestructible. She doesn't know why. She can survive the heaviest falling debris, gunshot wounds, stabbing, decapitation poisoning, and cannot be burned by even hellfire. Mika has only gotten sick twice in her life, but her illnesses tend to hit very hard.

Hey, I only said "near-indestructible."

Other Facts

Up until she was six, Mika was called Hanako Yamada or Yamada Hanako in Japanese. And no, I don't mean the little sister from Yandere Simulator or the comedian. Hanako Yamada and Taro Yamada are the Japanese equivalent of Jane/John Doe.

Her first family that she was taken in by was a sweet elderly couple who adopted her when and legally changed her the name to Mika Masaki.

Mika was among the very few children who got to live with a family let alone two families, but only because she has no biological parents and other relatives that anyone knows about that can ask to take her back.

Mika's first adopted parents taught her plenty of basic life skills in cooking, cleaning, managing money, etc.

Unfortunately, her adopted parents were beginning to experience the first stages of dementia when Mika was ten and were deemed unfit to care for her. The Masakis were placed in a nursing home and Mika was forced to go to her third institution before eventually being taken in by an uncaring foster family a year later.

Relationships with the Recruiters: A Summary

I'll make a much more in depth version of the relationships another day. For now, take a summary of their general relationships with Mika.

They seem to know something about Mika's origins, but why? It's like she met a long time ago, but Mika can't put her finger on it. She knows that they're planning to recruit her, she just doesn't know why her specifically. And if they wanted her to be their team so bad, why are most of them so distrustful and acting like she could fold them like a lawn chair?

That's how it was at first. Over time, all ten of them grew to care for Mika and started empathizing for her situation. They are slightly yandere-ish because half of them don't know how to act like regular humans.

Mika has a few love interests from the group, mainly being Jack Heart and Apple Poison. Why? Because they're my favourites and I have to have romance. I had this scenario in mind on Mika's eighteenth birthday and Jack Heart was the first recruiter who made his official introduction to her and brought a tart for her birthday at the end of their wonderland shenanigans. This is still just him with ulterior motives but still.

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Okay like with the octopus fact, picture this: Pretty Scar steals Dalmatia's jacket and sings this as a joke while dancing

Crewel's jacket goes missing and finds it in possession of his partner dancing and singing this

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[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

do you have any headcanons of Disney Villain Recruiters?

Umm well, I didn't really watched the show but here's something I have for an AU of them.

They have different names cause they were either not proper or I just didn't vibe with it.

Veil - Vera

Lady Hook - Jane

Dalmatia - Dante

These three are like the iCarly trio and even have their own webshow, but Vera and Jane are Lesbians and Dante is their straight friend.

Jane lives her dad who was a former naval officer and was taught how to fight in an early age and has incredible strength.

Vera lives with her older brother who works as a stained glass artist and part time waiter.

Dante lives with his mom who owns boutique and works there too.

Dante loves Vera and Jane (platonically), but he just wishes they reveal their feelings for each other.

The two of them love to bully him sometimes.

Malachite - Malfie

Cece - Ms. Hades

Vince - Apple Poison

Nadia - Farja

Joe

Zuri - Pretty Scar

Jack

This is oldest to youngest.

The seven above are siblings and live with their single mom and grandma.

Their mom owns a fighting school which they train under her. The training is brutal but very effective making them extremely skilled fighters.

The seven of them became feared for their skills, but they only use it for either self-defense or someone truly angered them.

The seven of them know they are adopted but they love their mom and try their best to help her so they each have a part-time job.

They respect their grandma but sometimes they find her a bit cold and intimidating despite what their mother claims.

They're protective of their mom and so they don't trust the people she dates cause most of them lust after her.

Once time, Dante, Vera and Jane found a a picture of a young women in their house. They asked who was the attractive female, the Joe akwardly admit it was their mother.

All ten of them either hang out at Vera's home or the seven's. They usually hold the webshow in either place.

The seven of them form a pop/rock band called 'The 7sins'

Jack, Joe, Vince and Malachite have girlfriends who looked liked their respective heroines.

A/N: Sorry this is weird

[yasmin-07]

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[female-malice]

Recently I've heard some people don't like how FMA handles fascism or more like how it handles the characters affected by it or the characters who are working for the state. That it's anti-radical, liberal centrist jargon. I think it's still pretty good though and one of my all time faves, even if couple things I would have done a bit differently

I would not have done anything differently.

Audiences today want Marvel movies where the heroes and villains are announced at the beginning. They want good and evil with no nuance. They want righteous revolutionaries who are 100% ideologically and politically perfect. They want heroes who only use violence in a way that the narrative frames as wonderful and liberating.

Fullmetal Alchemist does not deliver that.

Colonel Mustang is a war criminal. The story never apologizes for his war crimes. Those crimes are there on his resume and they are never scrubbed away. He even manipulates and recruits two child soldiers. So audiences don't like that he orchestrates a revolution against the fascist shadow government. They didn't want him to be the one to do that because he's not a character that you can romanticize.

Scar's cause was righteous. But his terrorism was completely ineffective and did not help his people. He became obsessed with murdering a child soldier while neglecting the needs of Ishvalans. The fascist shadow government actually helped Scar because they wanted to kill powerful and disloyal alchemists. Scar could do that for them. His terrorism was useful to the very forces he was fighting against. Obviously, audiences who want righteous radical revolution stories are not going to like that.

Amestris's revolution is eventually carried out by a collection of people who were once on several opposing sides. And internet leftists don't like that because of course they don't.

[noras-dc-shenanigans]

Mute Billy Batson

Billy (age 6) is with his parents when they die in a plane crash on the way back from a dig, and while he survives, he gets several large cuts from parts of the plane slicing into him. One of them hits his throat, permanently damaging his larynx (vocal cords).

Obviously, Awful Uncle Ebenezer doesn’t want to deal with a weepy mute kid who also has trouble swallowing and breathing properly, so as soon as he gets the inheritance he kicks him out. Billy gets picked up a few days later, is too scared to tell them his name, so he gives them a fake. They investigate, find nothing, see the scars and assume he’s one of those kids that was born outside a hospital and raised on the street.

Put him in the system under the new name, he goes through a lot of homes that also don’t want to deal with a mute kid who has eating/drinking/breathing problems. The last few before he runs away take advantage of him not being able to speak and only knowing a tiny bit of sign language. He runs away, gets caught, next home is the same, runs away and makes sure to stay un-caught this time.

He meets a deaf homeless person, they teach him sign language, he manages to get by with doing odd jobs and getting help from people in the area (other homeless people, prostitutes with soft spots, older people with no grandkids of their own).

Age 10 gets chosen by the Wizard because Black Adam will be arriving sooner than he anticipated, and I figure there are two ways for this to go:

A- Because he can’t speak the word, Billy is now permanently stuck as Captain Marvel, much like Black Adam is. This is the more angsty version cause the Wisdom of Solomon would warn him against being seen close to the people he used to know—it’ll likely get them targeted. So poor Billy is stuck all by his lonesome until hero/es come along.

B- Billy discovers he can use sign language to change by creating a special sign just for SHAZAM and thinking it while doing the sign with both hands. It mostly only works because as Champion of Magic it’ll do a lot of stuff for him that just flat out wouldn’t work for literally any other magic user.

(Later, Zatanna just gets so frustrated watching him do magic and Constantine just stares, drinks, and walks away with a very firm “F*ck that.”)

But either way, eventually, maybe a year later (Billy now 11), the Justice League has noticed this new, mysterious hero that never says anything and pretty much vanishes once the heroing is done.

(I think the League should only be 2/3 years old, and Batman & Superman had been heroing for maybe 5 years before that. Any other Leaguers you decide to include are newer and started up 1-2 years before whatever caused the League to be formed. Diana only just left Themyscira for the Event too. So they’re new enough not everyone immediately goes “Hey it’s you!” but organized enough to be able to find/recruit other heroes now.)

So of course, Batman and Superman decide to come introduce themselves. They find the new hero taking down a massive robot and lifting the man inside of it out by the collar like a misbehaving cat and manage to get close to him while he’s handing the villain off to the police.

They introduce themselves, ask if they can have a bit of the hero’s time, he blinks but nods and then points up at the tallest building in the city. They agree, Supes gives Batman a lift, and a few minutes later the other hero joins them after having moved the giant robot to an empty lot so that the city can deal with it out of the way.

Cue the JLers trying to ask the guy questions, and he automatically starts to answer in sign language but grimaces and stops because Billy has rarely met anyone who knows enough to understand him. But, of course, this is Batman we’re talking about, who even if he doesn’t have Cassandra yet still knows basic ASL. He asks what his name is aloud and in sign, and the other hero just lights up, huge grin, and starts signing away at rapid speed.

They learn his name is Captain Marvel, and he was chosen to be the new Champion of Magic to replace the old one who went evil right before the guy who gave him the powers died of extreme old age. (They really wish they could say they consider this strange, but they’ve met/worked with Constantine. They’ll believe pretty much anything if you put ‘magic’ in front of it.)

They chat for a while, then decide to invite him up to the Watchtower, so that, if he’s interested, he can meet the other Leaguers (they’d only be the originals and a few more they’d recruited so far) and they can have an official interview to join the Justice League. Cap agrees, gives a little wave, then zooms off to finish helping with the clean-up.

A few days later, Superman escorts Marvel to a zeta tube in Metropolis and up they go. They introduce Marvel to the other Leaguers, Batman translating, before Martian Manhunter offers to mind link them all so that they can understand Marvel himself. Cap agrees. Then they get this:

“Uh, hi, can you hear me? Oh, wow, is that how I’d sound out loud? Cool! I haven’t talked to anyone in years! Not many people know sign and most people aren’t willing to stand there waiting for me to write stuff out so I don’t get a whole lotta conversation. Anyway what did you guys wanna know?”

And all the Leaguers just, like, have theirs hearts squeeze in their chest because here’s a young man, can’t be older than 25 at most, just so happy to be able to talk to people. Who doesn’t know the sound of his own voice. Who despite that, still remains so chipper and friendly.

They don’t need a telepathic link to unanimously decide that Marvel is joining them.

Besides, having a magic user that isn’t either a young women who’s busy performing or a middle-aged alcoholic is very much welcome.

[jinxthejubilee]

I just want to say this cause it's been in my mind lately, PS and Dalmatia's relationship reminds me a whole lot like Lum and Ataru's from the Urusei Yatsura anime/manga with PS being Lum and Dal being Ataru

Oh, I've never seen or read the anime or the manga, so I wouldn't know.

[blackpoison66]

Art: ゴマ子

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

Hello! I have returned to expand a bit more to expand on the Disney Villain Recruiters in the House of Mouse AU.

Jack Heart, Apple Poison, and Eight Foot Joe are Yuu's big bros. Apple and Joe are more or less tsunderes about it. Ms. Hades and Lady Hock/Hook is also a tsundere big sisters (god, I wish the names for the Lady Recruiters were more creative. They just gave up on our girls.)

I remember mentioning Jack Heart secretly rooting for Ace. Man is pulling a Pain and Panic move by being a multi-shipper at the risk of getting decapitated by his Queen. I get the feeling that the Queen of Hearts is strictly a RiddleYuu shipper.

Mr. Dalmatia and Pretty Scar are rather clingy to Yuu as much as the animal children characters are. They will attack Crowley, Mortimer, and Pete in Yuu's honour. In spite of Pretty Scar's crush on Dalma, she tends to compete with him AND Tinkerbell for Yuu's attention.

Surprisingly, the ever so lethargic Eight Foot Joe gets in on the antics with Dalma and Pretty Scar when they torment Crowley. He knows what it's like to be overworked with little payback.

Malfie and Veil absolutely dote on Yuu and are the most passionate shippers of the recruiters, next to Pretty Scar. Unfortunately, both Malfie and Veil don't give the best advice to their biases, Malleus and Rollo respectively. Malfie can get a little too vain and shallow, while Veil is a little naive and sheltered when it comes to love being under Frollo's influence.

Speaking of Malfie, beauty is very important to him, so he likes to do Yuu's hair and makeup being all like "You're going to be the prettiest girl at the party!"

Hi! How are you? It's been so long since I've seen your name in my inbox 🥰

First of all, yeah, the girlies really need better PR because what are those names?

Secondly, yeah this seems accurate (I say despite having absolutely no idea what their characteristics/personalities are like).

Where would Mr Dalmatia be in the shipping war, though? Since his twst counterpart is Yuu's father figure, I guess he's just there to cause chaos with the potential suitors and their shippers.

Good lord, I can see Jack Heart rooting for Ace despite knowing the consequences - he does love an underdog (I bet he's like that one lone voice that yelled 'Hooray' during the Alice in Wonderland film when the King of Hearts made his entrance). I bet there are card soldiers that know about it but keep quiet so that the Queen doesn't lose her temper.

I just love the chaos of all of it. Diablo just sighs and wonders how he's the only competent henchmen out of all of them.

[piss-pumpkin]

Reflections (Hunter/Golden guard x reader)

Tw- Mild panic attack description (I kept it pretty vague don't worry) Also Lilith is still a villain in this, but like Hunter is in the middle of his redemption arc 

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~a world on which one can see their soulmate in the mirror~

You were quite familiar with the mirror in your bathroom. Each morning, you saw the face of a rather cute guy, and this morning was no different. As you brushed your teeth, the red eyes of a boy you didn’t know stared back at you through the glass. Sighing, you indulged in what had become your routine as soon as you saw him. Putting your toothbrush down, you pushed up to sit on the counter, inches from the mirror. You checked every angle, examined every detail, and did your best to memorize every scar and every pore to ensure that if you ever saw him, you’d know.

You carefully traced where his biggest scar was on your own face. His hands were scarred too. You wondered what he could have done to get that, or the bags under his eyes… you traced the shape of those too.

                                                       …

There were no mirrors in the emperors castle. Belos made sure that nobody was distracted, nobody could look and wonder, and his little Golden guard wouldn’t have anyone to hope for.

But his logic was faulty. At night, when he was sure nobody would see, the castle halls devoid of any life, he carefully took off his Golden mask, and stared at the reflection. In the dim moonlight and gold tint of the metal, he saw them. His soulmate. That’s what comforted him whenever his uncle lashed out. His eyes fell of their face again, and he smiled softly. One day he’d meet them. Maybe he’d even get them to join the emperors coven, and work side by side with his soulmate. Things would be better then.

                                                     …

The Golden guard was to accompany Lilith on a quick mission to snatch her sister. Walking together, they always had an air of power and authority, the two highest ranking members of the emperors coven. The citizens of the boiling isles didn’t know how childish the two really were together.

“Just stay behind me, Golden brat,” Lilith whispered as they approached Eda’s market stand. She was walking fast, trying to keep the Golden guard out of her sight line.

“You know I can report you to my uncle for insubordination, right?” Hunter threatened. The lighthearted tone of his voice was meant to be menacing, and Lilith was not immune, despite her status.

She huffed, “let’s just get her and get on with it.” She slowed down her pace so that Hunter walked beside her. “There, over there,” Lilith pointed to the stand. The grey haired owl lady was trying to drum up some business… and she wasn’t alone. While Eda stood on the table yelling at passing witches, a younger witch manned the till, taking money from the poor souls the owl lady was scamming. Hunter squinted through the thin eye holes of his mask, they seemed vaguely familiar. He couldn’t place from where.

”Alright Golden guard, I’ll talk to her while you go behind… only attack if I can’t convince her, okay?” Lilith sighed, ever hopeful. Hunter nodded, and stalked behind the curtain, listening in on the conversation.

He had never assisted Lilith in the missions to recruit her sister, but he’d heard from Steve that it was always the same. They talked, Edalyn refused, and Lilith inevitably failed. It was happening again, and the Golden guard leaned on his staff as he waited, eavesdropping on the argument.

“Edalyn just come with me, we can cure your curse together,” Lilith sounded desperate.

“I’m doing just fine in my own, Lillie,” Edalyn huffed, “if this is all you came to say, then you can leave!”

Another voice spoke from the other side of the curtain, “You aren’t welcome here anyway, coven head.” They sounded cold and quiet.

”You tell her’ Y/n!”

Lilith grumbled. She sighed before speaking, “Then I have no choice but to take you by force, Edalyn.”

That was his signal. Hunter crept out from behind the stand and placed his staff, alight with magic, against the back of the owl lady. With a smirk in his voice, he chirped, “This should be relatively painless if you don’t move.”

Before the owl lady had time to react, her apparent partner in crime did. In a blink the Golden guard felt the ground shake behind him, and before he could look, he was struck behind the head by a whip of vines.

Hunter stumbled forward, and Edalyn lunged at Lilith, owl staff in hand. She swung the staff and released a blast of magic toward Lilith, “You know you can’t beat me, sister!”

Teleporting up to his feet, the Golden guard swung his staff swiftly, barely sparing a glance at his attacker. Though when they blocked with a wall of lush green foliage, Hunter had to look at them proper, to counter their movement. And look he did. As his eyes fell on the face of the wild witch, he stumbled. He didn’t teleport out of the way of their strike, instead letting their vines knock him off balance.

For a split second he thought he saw himself. But no. It wasn’t him, it was them. Them, who he’d seen before, who he felt he knew, in a strange way.

They moved quickly, kicking him to the ground and standing over him as they grew vines to trap him there. His reflection, standing over him. His soulmate. He felt himself blushing despite himself as he looked up at them. Hunter silently hoped Lilith was better at her job then he at his.

                                                         …

As luck would have it for Hunter, his hopes were correct, however unlucky for you.

The prison cell was dark. It was dark, and the air smelled like mold and moss despite how clean everything else was in the castle.  

You patted yourself down as you paced the cell, checking each pocket. No elixir, and Eda’s time was running out. Usually you had a bottle on you, for situation me like these. Today though, nothing. “Oh, Titan, Eda, I’m so sorry,” you said, stepping closer to her and sinking to the ground beside her. “I should have had something.”

”Oh Titan no, this isn’t your problem,” she put a hand on your shoulder, “and I’m sorry you have to deal with it so often.” She sprouted a few feathers from her neck.

You winced, and stretched an arm out toward her, “Eda, try not to move so much, you’ll make it worse.” You weren’t sure what you were reaching for.

”Chill out, Kid,” she reached to take you hand, but stopped when she heard. A creak, and a crack of light began to shine through the room, the basement door was open.

Neither of you could see, but you heard. Somebody was walking down with haste on the damp stairway to the cells. You silently looked to Eda, both of you formulating a plan of escape.

Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness long ago, and you saw the figure approaching clearly. The Golden guard. You once again looked to Eda, but his voice drew your attention.

It was shaky. And quiet. He seemed almost scared. “There’s… been a change of plans. You two are free to go.” His words echoed around the empty dungeon.

Once again, you looked to Eda, who seemed just as confused as you.

“What do you mean,” she asked. “My sisters been hunting me down for ages, and now that you finally got me, you’re letting me go?”

The Golden guard shrunk and clutched his staff. “Yes,” he said, reaching for his pocket. You could hear the keys jingling inside. He fumbled with them a moment before bringing them up to the lock.

Eda whispered beside you, and nudged you with her elbow, “This is weird, right?”

The Golden guard hesitated before he put in the key. Silently and subtly, you pointed at him. Eda’s eyes followed. The Golden guard had stopped, and stared at the lock. Or that’s what it looked like. The mask didn’t give away any emotion, or where his eyes were pointed.

A small sigh could be heard from inside his mask, and he rested his head a moment on the bars of the cell just above the lock.

Despite his… everything. Despite the grievances the Golden guard had caused you, you felt curious. Maybe even compassion. He seemed so… defeated. You moved to the edge of the cell where he stood, only a few inches and the bars separating your. “Golden guard… are you alright?” You asked quietly. He sighed again. The dim light reflected your soulmate in his mask.

“I’m… I’m alright. Thanks for asking,” he muttered. This is not what you expected from the Golden guard, after everything Eda told you.

“Uh, okay, then- I guess…” neither of you moved. You didn’t dare to. “C-can I ask why we’re being released?”

He shuddered. Eda hissed behind you, “How bout we don’t ask questions and just get out of here!” She had more feathers then last you looked.

The Golden guard shook his head, “No, no, it’s… there’s been a change of plans, that’s all.” He turned the key, and the cell door creaked open. The room was strangely silent. Very few witches were held in the castle, most inhabited cells in town. But Eda was special, and you were both placed in the belly of the beast, alone. The creaking echoed throughout the space.

Quickly, you turned back to help Eda, who was using most of her energy to keep the owl beast inside. You scooped her up and swung her arm over a shoulder, helping her walk out with haste as you followed behind the Golden guard. Eda’s hair tickled the side of your cheek as you moved to whisper to her, “Is this really the same Golden guard that we… feared?”

”I don’t know, but I don’t see anything good coming from asking him,” she shuddered a few feathers sprouting from her neck. “Let’s just… take this one. I’m not in the condition to fight our way out, Y/n…”

You glanced back to the Golden figure you were following. His cape flowed with his stride, and stopped with him as he halted in front of the dungeon door. Light crept through the underside of it, and you could hear the echo of a sigh under the boy’s mask.  

He was slow in his motion, unsteady even. You looked at Eda, finding her eyes on yours in similar expression. Silently and telepathically, you recognized the… sketchiness of the situation. He was too scared. It was practically radiating off him, his composure was wrong.

The door opened slowly, and as soon as it was, the Golden guard rushed through. As he entered the hallway, his head was on a swivel checking left and right for… anything. There must have been an understanding between the three of you, because you and Eda stayed in the shadows of the doorway until he gave a nod, a signal for you to follow.

He looked at the two of you as you hobbled out with Eda on your shoulder. His voice didn’t paint an optimistic portrait of your escape plan. “You can’t run like that, can you, Owl Lady?”

“That would not be a good idea, no,” she whispered.

He took a deep breath, and rolled his shoulders. “Okay… let’s just get moving.”

He took off walking at a brisk pace down the corridor, and you linked with the owl witch as quick as you could behind, hallway after hallway.

Then footsteps. The Golden guard didn’t hesitate, he stuck his arm out in front of you, signalling to stop. Neither you nor Eda moved, Titan, you barely breathed. Shallow, quiet breathes as voices grew louder with the coming footsteps. The Golden guard muttered under his breath, “Kikimora… we have to hide.”

Before you could think, he grabbed you by the free arm and teleported in a golden flash to a nearby door. Unlocked. Lucky. It was dark, and empty, and the Golden guard closed it quickly behind you.

He positioned himself directly next to the closed door, ready to jump anyone who might enter. With a silent movement of the neck, he gestured for you and Eda to stand beside him. Where you were easily protected.

The footsteps were just outside. Their walking shadows danced under the door, and you may have heard their words if your heart wasn’t pumping in your ears. It was as if time was frozen, and you were acutely aware of your spine for reason beyond your comprehension. In that moment you were fully aware of the mild back pain sitting in that cell had given you. The curvature of a spine was a strange thought too. You pressed your back against the wall to try and correct your posture. Your breathing grew shallower, barely any air making its way to your lungs. Spinal fluid is strange, how did spine have juice in them, how odd. Your back hurt, and the shadows underneath the door were blurry. In fact, once you looked up you realized most things were blurry, with black encroaching on the edges of your vision.

Eda’s voice was faint in your ear. She was beastly, and nearly too weak to talk. She pointed at the Golden guard.

“Y/n? Are you still with me?” His whispering sounded far away. “Y/n!” He hissed as he came back into focus. “Y/n, it’s okay, breath.” You breathed. Your head had grown heavy, and tilted on its axis slightly as you looked at his mask. Your vision was clearing as your eyes focused.

“I’m… okay,” you muttered. “Slight… panic attack, maybe.”

He nodded, and took your free hand while he watched and listened for the people passing. You thought about that instead of your spine, with your head rested on the wall for support.

”Okay, the coast is very much not clear, I don’t think we can leave that way,” the Golden guard said, pointing at the door. He looked at Eda, who had recoiled into you, more of her weight falling on your shoulder. “Titan, she can’t walk much further can she?”

Eda tried to say something, an effort she quickly gave up. You shook your head, “I don’t think so, no.”

He sighed, and ran his gloved fingers through his hair anxiously. “Okay, uh, new plan then. Can you guys… keep a secret, perhaps?

”Um..” his mask gave nothing of his expression away. “I.. I think so, yes.”

He let go of your hand, and started to pace in a small circle while he fidgeted. “Okay, well, we are close to my room, which has a… method of escape in it.” His fingers tried to itch at his hands as he thought. “Maybe he’ll hear us from here.”

The Golden guard rushed to the window, opening it and leaning half his body out. He lifted his mask to speak. Awkwardly, you turned away still holding Eda, avoiding looking at his face. It felt disrespectful. He whisper yelled something, aiming and enhancing his voice by cupping his hands around his lips. You couldn’t make out his words.

As he crawled back in the window, your back still turned, you had to ask. “Uh, Golden guard, why are you doing this for us?”

His lie didn’t last long in your mind, he knew it was weak. Emperor Belos hadn’t had a change of plans, it was just him. “Well…” You felt a hand on your shoulder, “I… have too.”

You maneuvered Eda around as you turned to face him. What met your eyes was… you’re face? No. No, not your face. His. His unmasked face, which was also, somehow, the face you saw in the mirror every morning. You’d grown to think of it as your own. Your hand moved by pure instinct to trace where his scar is on your own cheek as you looked at him, mouth agape.

”Y/n, uh, I’m sorry…” he muttered. Titan, for what? You wanted to ask, but you mind was swarmed with every emotion, frozen. The thing to break you from your trace was a bird. A small cardinal stopped rested on the windowsill.

The Golden guard looked over, his eyes alight with pride, “Palisman! You came!” He teleported over to pet the bird, and in his hand it turned to a staff. The golden guard whipped his head back to you and Eda, “You can fly down with him, get far away from the castle and get her some help.”

Still overwhelmed, you nodded. You moved with a start as quick as you could with Eda in her condition. He handed you the staff when you stopped in front of him. His eyes were a little different in person. When his face had your expression he looked a lot different.

“Golden guard… what’s your name?”

“Hunter,” he muttered, fist clenched at his side. He looked to the floor. “And… sorry again. For… all this.”

You found it in you to smile, “Thanks for this though,” you say, waving the staff slightly in your hand. “We… really appreciate it, Hunter.” You found yourself avoiding his gaze, looking instead to the wooden bird.

He was still looking down, avoiding your eyes as well, but you could see him blush. His ears gave it away. “Yeah… anytime, Y/n.”

You started to speak, but felt Eda shift on your shoulder. She needed elixir, badly. Lips pursed, you turned back to Hunter, “We have to go, like, now.” You paused before starting for the window. “I’m glad I met you… we’ll see each other again, yeah?” you smiled back at him before shifting the staff between your legs and putting Eda’s weight on it.

Hunter nodded slightly, then eagerly, meeting your eyes again. His face reddened further. “Yeah, I hope so…” he balled his fists at his sides and looked down again. “Also, uh…”

A scream could be heard down the hall. A faint cry for guards from a woman’s voice, Lillith’s, you presumed.

The Golden guard looked at the door, then back at you. He teleported closer to help hold the staff as Eda shifted her weight, the two of you nearly out the window. He looked frantically back at the door again. “Okay, you guys leave, also, Y/n, you’re really pretty and I love seeing your face every night, okay bye.”

He sputtered it his words just as you were pushing off the windowsill, giving you no time to react. You could feel the heat at your cheeks as you sped through the air, flying as fast as you could back to the owl house.

When Eda  inevitably recovered, you’d have to see him again. Maybe commit a crime or two, that would get his attention.

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Wanna animate with this one day,

I just wanna do a girl power post

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Number 7 (you can take it)

and it’s to big

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: E

Contents: Loss of virginity, size kink, Tomura Shigaraki has a Massive Dick, anal fingering, anal sex

Somehow, and Dabi is completely oblivious to why, the rest of the League seem to have gotten it in their heads that he fucks. It's not something that comes up often, but when sexual topics do come up, he's always included in them in a way that lightly implies that they think he gets around. Toga definitely, for some reason, thinks that when he's out trying to recruit, he's actually off getting laid. Magne, when she was around, drunkenly whispered to Compress that she was sure his 'dick game' was impeccable. He has no idea where that came from, because for ages the only thing he ever even talked about with any of them was work. Does not think he gave them any indication that he gets around, because he doesn't.

Dabi was in a coma throughout half of puberty, not that they know that, and when he woke up he had to deal with the fact that his body was not just not his anymore because of the skin grafts that he was now covered with, but also because he'd changed so much while he was asleep, and he was still changing. He didn't feel like his body was his own until he'd hit twenty, and even then, it's not like people were lining up to fuck the homeless guy who could barely keep his skin on. And he wasn't looking for that either. He'd had one or two drunken makeouts on the rare occasions he had enough money to waste on getting drunk and there was someone with stunningly low standards or a scar fetish, but they'd never gone further than some light petting. Always recoiled from anything else. It just... it never felt good the way that everyone else talks about stuff like that. And he has other things to worry about than getting fucked. If he immolates as a virgin, then that's no skin off his nose. 

He ignores what the others say. He doesn't know if that reinforces their beliefs or what. They already know that he's intensely private. No one actively tries to bring it up with him. Really does not like it that as soon as he tells them after taking over the MLA that the recruit he was working on was Hawks, that Compress snorts slightly and Toga immediately gives him a knowing leer. Abruptly decides that he's going to make Hawks fucking crawl back into his good graces. He'll give the hero his attention in a few months. For now, the PLF has enough spies already in place that they can make up the difference. He's not going around trying to do his job by following his dick, and he really wishes that they would stop thinking he was. 

A bigger problem that emerges after the PLF rebranding, is that he kind of wants to now that Shigaraki has grown the hell up. Has gone from a scrawny, gangly, ill-tempered man-child, to a tactical, effective, weirdly charismatic leader with more muscle than Dabi knows what to do with and pretty long hair that somehow makes him look so much softer and more approachable even with his new bulk. Shigaraki, to his great despair, is hot now. He's not the only one who's thinking it. Duster is getting hit on all the time by their simpering grunts. He's pretty sure even Re-Destro has tried, though he doesn't think Shig went to bed with him. But he has taken a few others. Shigaraki, to his and the rest of the League's surprise, seems to be the actual member of their group that gets around. He's experienced, attentive, and huge apparently, and the handful of people who he has gone to bed with all seem ready to sing his praises. Dabi's not sure how true all of that is though. Can't be certain because of that handful, a couple have made it clear they thought going to bed with him would raise their rank or get them an assignment they want. Something that Duster had been thoroughly unimpressed with, and had promptly ensured they would not be working in close proximity to him again. Pretty sure that would be an HR thing if they weren't a villainous organization, but whatever. 

What that means for him is that even if he were willing to humiliate himself by maybe acting on the weird crush he's started to develop on his boss, he won't go through with it. He absolutely does not want Shig to think he's trying to get special treatment or some other shit like that. So he has a crush, he wonders if Duster is good in bed, and he goes about his work and pretends it's not a problem. 

Dabi thinks that he's doing a really good job with all of that. Especially since he and Shig have been working one-on-one more often as Duster comes and goes for treatments with the doc. Long hours spent in Shig's office, sitting together on his couch, going over papers, proposals, reports, strategizing. Work shit. That's all it is. They've been doing this for months, he doesn't get why Duster getting into his space now makes his stomach swoop and his skin feel a little hotter than usual. Manages to ignore it for two months into the changeover to the PLF. Two months. He had thought that maybe this weird attraction would go away after that, but if anything it's only gotten more intense. It's getting distracting at this point. Dabi just didn't realize that it was so obvious too. But apparently Duster knew the whole time. 

It goes from the two of them, well after midnight, looking at reports in the soft, quiet cocoon of Shigaraki's office, to Dabi reaching for the papers Shig offers him. But Duster doesn't let go of them. Keeps holding onto them, and when Dabi fully turns his attention to him, he finds red eyes on him filled with something that he doesn't know how to place, but that makes his whole body go a little hotter and puts that stupid crush at the forefront of his mind. His breath catches in the back of his throat as Shig leans in deliberately, pausing when Dabi goes stiff as he realizes that he's leaning in to kiss him. 

Shigaraki pulls away before closing the distance. "Sorry, I thought--" 

And Dabi, brain barely working, manages, "Not looking to get a promotion, Duster." Mentally cheers when he sounds completely normal. "Or a demotion given how you go through the grunts." But that might have been a step too far. He sees a flicker of hurt flit through those pretty eyes and immediately regrets it. Especially since Dabi wants to kiss Shigaraki. He doesn't think he's ever wanted to kiss someone as much as he does Duster. 

"...You're already my second-in-command, Dabi. And I wouldn't--" Stops, because he has, but Dabi really feels like shit about the comment. Cause as far as he could tell, he only sent away the ones who tried to use sleeping with him as a manipulation tactic. "I'm sorry, that was inappropriate, it won't happen again." And Dabi feels like a pit has opened up in his stomach. He wants it to happen. Just stuck his foot in his mouth the instant it started too. Now he's never going to get a chance for it again--

He moves this time, much faster than Shig had. Moves in a little desperately and presses their lips together. It's not quite right, he knows that immediately. It feels off-balance and a little wrong, Duster's mouth still half open from speaking, and he goes rigid the way Dabi had. Fuck. He's ruined this twice over.

Then Shigaraki shifts. He wraps a hand carefully around the back of Dabi's neck, makes him tilt his head, moves his own a bit and oh. Their lips slot together just right. This is... this is better. When Dabi doesn't flinch, when he doesn't pull away this time, Shigaraki kisses him deeper. Dabi has hazy memories of opening his mouth for another too wet tongue that tasted like stale beer, and he didn't love that. But he opens anyway. Duster licks into his mouth, but it's deliberate and slow. His tongue strokes over places he didn't know could feel like this, and he is careful and gentle when he brushes against Dabi's. He tries to mimic the movements. He's always been good at learning through observation, and that skill seems to come in handy here because Shigaraki doesn't pull away repulsed. Instead the hand on the back of his neck tightens slightly and he's kissing him a little harder. Brings his teeth into play when he catches Dabi's lower lip between them and nips lightly before his tongue darts back out to chase away the sting. Dabi follows along breathlessly, his skin creeping hotter and hotter to reflect the molten puddle that his guts have turned into. 

When Duster pulls away, just far enough to speak, Dabi nearly whines. His whole body is tingling and he wants more of that sensation. "Dabi--" 

"Don't stop." And he sounds as breathless as he feels. "Didn't mean it, j-just surprised me. I want to." He admits, trying to seem more seductive than desperate. Must work because Duster kisses him again, somehow makes it even hotter than before. He gets his other arm around his waist, and before Dabi knows it, he's being moved. Backed up against the armrest of the couch and Shigaraki is kneeling between his legs, making Dabi's back bow over the rest, tilting his head back like from this angle, he'll be able to lick his soul out of his body. Shifts his hand to his thigh instead and squeezes lightly, and that pressure there, overlapping a seam that Duster can't see, but must be able to feel beneath his clothes, makes Dabi let out a shaky moan. He feels heat rise to his cheeks. He doesn't think that this should feel so good that it's working that kind of sound out of him, but he's never had a kiss feel good like this either. 

Hesitantly, he reaches back for Shig, lets himself finally touch that long pretty hair and finds out that it is as soft as it looks. Swallows his nerves and starts his other hand over Duster's collar bone and works down across the hard muscled planes of his chest. Thinks he might have done something wrong when that has the other man breaking their kiss, but he's not reprimanded. Instead, Duster's lips and teeth skirt along his jaw, down to his neck, and they are licking and biting, settling over his pulsepoint and worrying at the skin. Dabi always thought that it would be uncomfortable, unpleasant, to have someone use their partner's neck as a chew toy. But now-- he'd let Shigaraki bite straight through to his spine to keep it feeling like this. A whine slips through his throat, his legs tightening instinctively around Duster's thighs, and bringing them closer. Has their pelvises nearly flushed, and before Dabi can be embarrassed, before he can shift away, Shigaraki is using the hand on his thigh to hold him right there, and he rolls his hips against him. 

Dabi thinks that he's lucky that he's not spilling smoke as he gets hotter. Things start to go faster and he's swept up in it, just trying to not embarrass himself and show that this is far beyond anything he's ever done with anyone else. Never felt the need. Never felt good like it does as Duster makes him shrug out of his coat so he can rack up his shirt and lick at the piercings going through his nipples. Makes his face burn red as he feels himself getting hard with someone else for the first time. When he feels Duster getting hard too and--

"How do you even walk?" He croaks incredulously as he feels just how big his cock is as he rocks their hips together again. There's no way, with how big he feels against him, that Shigaraki hasn't heard that a million times before and he just chuckles against his skin before he's murmuring, 

"Can I touch you, baby?" And that nearly takes Dabi out. He whimpers pathetically, his dick twitching and throbbing with need at just being called that. Can't manage to find his voice, just nods weakly. He's so out of his depths, but everything feels so good. He doesn't want to stop. He doesn't want Duster to ever stop looking at him like he wants to eat him alive. Dabi is pretty sure he'd let him. He doesn't know if he would even notice if Shig settled five fingers against him until his eyes crumbled away to dust. 

Shig's hands and mouth move over his body. He undones his belt with one hand which is so fucking hot that Dabi is afraid he's going to cream himself before Duster even gets a hand around him. Then he's got the much more pressing fear that he's going to cum immediately as his fingers wrap around his cock. Oh fuck. He's never had someone else's hand here-- not in this context, and when Shigaraki feels his piercings he stiffens. Oh. Is that bad--?

"Let me see you?" 

Lifts his hips for him as he peels his leather pants down his thighs before he's back between them, drinking in the sight of his body as Dabi tries not to immolate himself from how exposed he feels. 

"Fuck, you're gorgeous, firefly." Never been called that before and it makes Dabi's cock drip. 

"Sh-Shigaraki--" Lips against his again, devouring away any other coherent thoughts he might have tried to get out. Gives them up as he feels Duster shifting over him for a second before there's a soft tearing sound. Then his hand is back around his cock and it's wet and slick with lube. He strokes him a few times, teasing his thumb along his ladder, circling his head, sending his nerves screaming with pleasure that feels so much starker than anything he's ever been able to give himself. "Duster--" 

"Say my name, baby." 

"Tomura," Desperate, hips fucking up weakly into the grip. He's so, so close. Too close, too fast, he's sure. But he's never had someone touching him like this. He curls his fingers into his palm, putting a sharp pressure on his staples to try and walk himself back from the edge. His body doesn't know what to do with that sensation. The pain sings across his nerves and mingles with his pleasure, making it feel better, but that twinge also wakes up the part of his brain always worried about injuries that does help to force him a few steps back from the edge. 

"That's it, sweetheart. Do you want more?" 

"Please, Sh--Tomura," Begging before he's even fully processed the words. Whining when that takes Tomura's hand away from his cock. But not gone. stroking his balls, behind them-- Dabi sucks in a sharper breath and forces his body to stay relaxed as wet fingers rub against his hole. Nerves twist in his gut. But just because he's never done this before, doesn't mean he's completely oblivious to how this works. He needs to be wet, to be stretched so that Tomura can press his cock inside. That's the 'more'. He can... he can handle this. He tries to focus on how hot he still is, on how his other hand is teasing a nipple, his mouth licking along the seam running across his collarbone. How he's able to slip his hands under Tomura's shirt and touch his skin too. Distracting. Keeping the sensations screaming across his nerves good rather than terrifying or uncomfortable as his fingers circle him until he's pressing one inside. 

The stretch is a little unpleasant, but it doesn't hurt. It's just weird to have something moving inside of him, to feel him spreading the lube inside of him and making him wet in an unfamiliar way. A flicker of disappointment goes through him. Is this going to feel as lackluster as the makeouts that he's had before? He tries not to focus on that. Tries to find the other things that make it good, like Tomura's mouth going to his ear to murmur, 

"Fuck, baby boy, you're so tight." Works the one finger inside, and then there's another prodding at him. Dabi forces himself to relax as that one breeches his body and starts to move too. He doesn't know if he likes this. Maybe he can just ask Tomura to stroke him again, pretty sure he knows what to do with that at least and could mimic it for him--

The muscles in his thighs jump and tighten as Tomura's fingers crook up and rub against... something. He's not sure what, but it makes his nerves all feel confused for a second and he doesn't know if he liked it. Before he has a chance to decide, Tomura is catching him in another kiss as he settles his fingers there, rubbing in soft circles that gradually increase in pressure. And that changes the way it feels to have something inside of him. It makes it start to feel okay, and then good, building to perfect as Dabi gives a breathless moan as he starts to wonder why anyone would want anything else when it feels this good to have something inside. Almost better than when Tomura was stroking him. Oh-- It would feel so, so good to have both at the same time. 

The fingers ease off and Dabi whines, rocking back down to get more, tightening his thighs around Shig's hips to try and draw him in closer. "Please," 

"Want more already, firefly?" And there's a touch of amusement in his voice, but Dabi doesn't care. He'd humiliate himself a million times over to just get a little more. 

"Please," he begs again. Tomura leans in and kisses the words out of his mouth, a hand leaving him as his fingers fuck into him over and over. Only pulls back when he needs to, when he's bringing the foil of a condom to his lips to tear it open and Dabi is ready to set himself on fire as he actually gets a look at the other man's cock. Absolutely huge. It's rude how big he is. Dabi has only ever seen cocks like that in a very specific genre of porn, and he absolutely cannot believe he's been hiding that under skinny jeans. Tomura pulls his fingers out of him and distracts Dabi momentarily as he whines at the loss. It felt so good--

Tomura rolls the condom over himself and then settles back between Dabi's legs, leaning down to kiss him again. And Dabi feels the slick head of his cock nudge against his hole. If he looked huge, that's nothing compared to how he feels as he brushes against him. He can't help how his whole body tenses up. Feels him start to press closer. 

"Relax, baby boy." Duster murmurs, pressing kisses along his jaw as his hands shift to his ass, spreading him open and tilting his hips up a little more. 

There's no way. "T-too big--" there's no way that he's going to fit inside of him. Tomura breathes another soft laugh against his skin and gives him another kiss. 

"You can take it, firefly. I'll go slow." And that's all well and good but 'slow' is not going to stop the completely incomprehensible physics problem that's going on here. He's about to insist when Duster rolls his hips a little harder, and he feels his hole stretch a little more. He lets out a loud keen as his head pushes inside of him. 

Dabi is pretty sure that his brain cracks as he feels something so big and solid pushing against him. Can feel his pulse thrumming loudly through his veins, the way the muscles around his hole are twitching and fluttering. Never been stretched like this before and he doesn't know if they want to hurt or not. Thinks he might be drowning as Shigaraki keeps stroking his skin and moves so slowly, feeding more and more of his monstrous cock inside of him. Pushes more of his dick inside, and every inch makes Dabi's brain feel like it's leaking out of his ears. He's making so many little noises. Sucker-punched gasps, whines, whimpers, and... as he pushes in a little deeper, as that pressure stretches him open, it makes that spot from before tingle and hum with pleasure again. He doesn't think Duster is even fully inside before Dabi is nearly sobbing as he moans loudly and his balls draw tight. He cums all over his stomach, making his muscles go even tighter and that feels so good. Better than any orgasm he's ever had before, as the sensation suffuses his entire pelvis from the head of his cock to deep inside of him where Tomura's is making a home for itself. 

When the pleasure stops surging through him, Dabi nearly melts against the couch, vaguely mortified because he definitely came too soon. But Duster isn't looking at him like he's going to make fun of him. Instead he's catching him in another devouring kiss and sinking deeper inside of him, bottoming out now that his muscles have approximately the consistency of jello. And it still feels good. Sends fresh pulses of pleasure along his nerves. 

"Fuck, baby, didn't take you for such a size queen," Rolls his hips and Dabi keens again. "You ready for more, sweetheart?" 

More? He doesn't think he'll survive it. But he finds himself nodding weakly, tangling his hands back into Tomura's hair and making him give another one of those hot, perfect kisses. Tomura still goes slowly, drawing his hips back just a bit before giving Dabi the first thrust. But it still feels like it's going to shatter his whole world apart. He's going to tear into pieces, not because of his ruined seams, but because there's no possible way something could feel so good inside without ripping him apart. 

He's going to burn holes in Tomura's shirt. He can't help it. He's going to, so hot, but he needs something to hold onto as their pace builds and builds. His cock is hard again, dripping messily all over his stomach, his previous spend is mingling with the sweat on their skin. He can't stop the moans coming out of his throat, can't focus on anything but chasing the unceasing rhythm of their pleasure. It's good. It's amazing. He never wants it to stop. 

But it has to. Because that ecstasy builds and builds until it's taking Dabi over the edge again with another loud cry. His muscles go tight and Tomura groans against his lips too and he presses in deep before his hips still as well. Dabi is dazed as he lays against the couch, his whole brain has absolutely leaked out his ears. His muscles might be about to follow the exodus with how relaxed and perfect he feels. Tomura moves first, pressing another gentle kiss to his lips before he's coaxing his legs from around his hips. He pulls out then and Dabi feels so empty. Likes that a lot less, but it's not like he can stay on Duster's dick forever, even if that does sound particularly appealing. Shig ties off the condom and tosses it in the trash and rights his clothes a bit, then reaches for the side table and grabs a handful of tissues. Leans back in to kiss him again as he starts to clean up the cum smeared all over his stomach. Dabi sighs contentedly, mouth moving without the assistance of his brain that's soaking into the couch cushions. 

"That's what it feels like? Should've done this sooner." God he is tired. It was already late when they'd been working. He has no idea how late it is now, but he wants to pass out. He's not looking forward to trying to stand. He has a sneaking suspicion that his legs are gonna wobble like a baby deer. Confused when Duster tenses against him. He blinks and tries to focus. 

"Dabi..." tone is different too. It makes nerves start to build in his gut. Is something wrong? "Please tell me that I didn't take your virginity on my office couch." 

Oh. He feels his face flush, can't meet Shigaraki's eyes, shame souring his gut. "...Does it matter?" He liked it, but maybe that's just because he's never done this before. Maybe to someone like Shigaraki it wasn't worth it. Maybe it was, "Was it that bad?" Fuck. He wants out of here, right now. The pleasant echoes are gone and he wants to be alone. He never wants to be in the same room with Duster again--

A hand on his cheek, forcing him to look up. Something softer and kinder in that look than he was expecting as Shig presses another soft kiss to his lips. "That's not it, firefly. You were perfect. Did you like it?" 

His throat feels too thick. All he can do is barely manage a little nod. 

"Then it doesn't matter. As long as you liked it, as long as you knew we could stop?" And there's a touch of worry coming back into his voice then. 

Oh. "I knew." Never had any doubt, but mainly because it had never even occurred to him to ask. He hadn't wanted to stop. 

"Then it doesn't really matter, Dabi. I only wish I'd known because I would have checked in more often." He gives a self-disparaging little laugh. "I would have probably insisted on taking you to bed, too. You're going to be so sore tomorrow." Another kiss against his cheek as he murmurs the words like an apology. 

Dabi swallows away the sour thing that is trying to spoil how good this was. He threads his hands back into Tomura's hair and pulls him into another kiss. This time he licks along the seam of his lips, into his mouth, trying to stoke the cooling embers of his arousal. Only pulls back just far enough to breathe, "Could take me to bed now?" 

Tomura's lips curve into a smile against his. "What did I just say about being sore?" 

"Worth it," he murmurs back without hesitation. It earns him another kiss, and Duster righting their clothes enough that they won't cause any extra scandal as he corrals Dabi back to his bedroom. The next day Dabi is beyond sore. He can't even stand without wincing and he's completely useless all day. He's also discovered that he is loud in bed. Oh well, Tomura doesn’t seem to mind and keeps doting on him all day. And at least now when the others are gossiping and assuming things about his sexual escapades, they actually have something real to go off of.

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