#child abuse mention tw

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Or how do you feel about Free use and/or Dollificaton?

Pairing: Shigadabi

Contents: This story is a sequel to the previous Incubus!Shigaraki story which you can find here. This story contains (brief, past) Child Abuse and Disordered Eating/Recovery, please be safe.

Kinks: Free use, lingerie, BDSM, light spanking, edging, oral sex, tail fucking, aphrodisiacs, temporary body modification (slick), bruises/marking, light feminization, orgasm denial/delay, prostate massage, prostate milking, overstimulation, dry orgasm, multiple orgasms, cum swallowing, anal sex, double penetration in one hole, somnophilia

So taping a sticky note to the headboard that said 'All you can eat' before he'd passed out the night that Tomura was supposed to come home after a week away and presumably without eating was, perhaps, one might say 'asking for it'. But Dabi would call it an act of love. Making sure that no matter what time his demonic lover, who is still actively fighting against an over a decade-long eating disorder, knows he is encouraging him to indulge helps. Maybe the dark red lingerie was a little overkill, but hey, there's a reason that plating fucking matters when it comes to food and he does have a PLF credit card burning a hole in his pocket. So whatever. Tomura will either take him up on it, or he won't, and he really hopes for his lover's sake he does.

But it's out of his hands when he finally curls up and actually passes out. He's gotten so spoiled with not having nightmares since Tomura is usually around to eat them, he's not been sleeping as well lately. It's definitely making him crankier with the others than he has been in months, and if nothing else, Duster is always deliberate about making sure those are eaten.

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He's on the floor of the training room. His body is aching, fresh burns splitting the skin on his arms, and harder bruises from where his father's fists landed. There's sweat, and blood, and some shiny clear fluid leaking from his split skin that's been smeared over the floor because he managed to push himself back up twice, but that still wasn't good enough. He's broken. The doctors were right. This was the worst beating his father had ever given him, but the reason this memory is laden with fear, drenched in despair, is because this was the last training session his father ever had with him. The last time he ever hit him so hard or even bothered to look, because this was the last chance Toya had to try and prove he was worth something, and he failed. Hit him harder because he was watching his ambitions drain away again. In this nightmare, no matter how much worse the injuries he's had since have been, how he's been able to keep getting up and pushing through things that should have killed him a dozen times over, he can never do it. His limbs are useless under him, he can't call out because it hurts too bad to open his mouth against the bruise on his cheek that wants to swell it shut, he is forced to lay on the floor, broken and bleeding, knowing that, as far as his father is concerned, he is worth even less than it. Consumed by the terror of wondering what he's supposed to be now, what purpose his life even has, when he can't be a hero.

Dabi doesn't even notice when the fear starts to ebb. When the pain goes. He's small and sobbing on the floor.

"Oh, firefly," Clawed hands on his body, Toya's body from before it grew warped and twisted while he was asleep, gently picking him up. Tomura tucks him against his chest, hand stroking his hair, and wings wrapping around them both. "You can become the monster in his nightmares." Words spoken with honeyed sweetness. "How many of these have you had while I've been away?"

Dabi doesn't answer him, hiding his face against his neck and trying to stop crying as the nightmare starts to go foggy around the edges as Tomura eats it. Duster holds and shushes him until it all goes dark.

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Dabi's a little breathless when he wakes, can't tell if that's because Tomura still has his hand on his chin from his meal, or if it's because he's immediately letting out a weak sob in the waking world too. Duster's eyes are glowing as he pulls him close here too, pressing a kiss to his forehead, and just holding him until he fully comes out of it. He's not sure how long that takes, but he does eventually clear his head enough to focus again. To find that their room is dark and the clock says it's somewhere around three in the morning.

"Fuck, not what I was going for." He mumbles against Shig's neck. Because Duster has blanket permission to initiate while he's asleep, whether he's having a nightmare or not, with one exception: He's not allowed to start anything the nights he dreams about his father. Look, Dabi is already absolutely fucked in the head, he doesn't need his boyfriend to accidentally Pavlov an Oedipus complex into him.

Tomura hums, "Is that so?"

"Not exactly screaming 'master of seduction', bursting into tears as soon as you get home." He feels Tomura's tail flick near their ankles and Dabi knows that tell better than anyone else on the fucking planet. "Seriously?" But the absurdity that this is somehow working for the demon is enough that his tears trickle off and he manages to sit up and look at him again.

Duster takes that opportunity to shift, backing Dabi until he's half-sitting up against the pile of pillows eclipsing their headboard and moving on top of him. "My firefly, drenched in fear, inviting me to devour him?" He reaches up and wipes away some of the blood on his cheek. "Never want you upset, but you know how much I love to see you cry, precious." His tail starts to run up one of his legs, shifting so that the very tip of the spade can run over his inner thigh. "And getting dressed up so cute, in my color, oh, baby boy, made my mouth water as soon as I saw you."

Doesn't know if it's more or less absurd that that works for him too, that he's quickly losing the threads of the nightmare in the wake of his lover's eyes dragging over him and his hands settling around his hips, but it is. "Tomura,"

"Are you sure, baby? I might eat you up completely."

Dabi knows he literally could, but figuratively, he knows that's not going to happen. Duster has never taken more than he could handle before. "Sure, Duster, help me keep up?"

Has his lover's mouth on his the next second, hands tangling in his thick long hair as Tomura licks into his mouth. Dabi can't help the moan that slips out of him as soon as he gets a taste of the slightly citrusy, bitter venom that is mixing with his saliva. He doesn't always dose him, Dabi hadn't even known about the venom until he'd been researching things once they started fucking regularly and he'd wanted to know how often Tomura should be eating. Found out then that incubi and succubi could produce venom in their mouths and genitals that act as aphrodisiacs to help their prey orgasm far more than they would be able to normally, and help to get their bodies ready for the activity. He swallows it, feeling a tingling starting already and a heat starting to leach out to his limbs as it settles in his stomach.

Clawed hands tease over his hips down to the lacy edge of his panties. "So pretty in this, baby boy." Doesn't take them off just yet though. Instead brings his tail up between his legs and rubs the spade along the swell of his cock until he's starting to harden. Dabi reaches around to his back, to the place where his wings connect, the thin skin around the joints sensitive enough that it has Tomura shuddering, his grip tightening slightly before he's pressing back in for another kiss, nipping sharply at his lips with his fangs. "Behave yourself, firefly."

"Make me." Absolutely asking for it now. Knows that Tomura likes to spoil him, wants him to be his sweet little pillow princess, but he also likes--

Fangs flash as Shig growls at him, his tail reaching up to catch his wrists and hold them tight, putting fresh heat in Dabi's veins that has nothing to do with his quirk. Could break his bones with his tail that, and that is hotter than it has any right to be as Duster starts to slip his panties down his hips. He's not really going to put up much of a fight, couldn't even if he wanted to as the venom makes his nerves hot and his limbs loose as Tomura nips along the column of his throat. He only just manages to kick away the scrap of fabric as he starts to feel-- his face burns at the foreign sensation, always mortifying no matter how many times his lover doses him-- himself getting wet as the venom makes it so that he's ready to take the demon's cock. Spills open his legs for him, wanting more and hoping to get his lover to give it to him sooner rather than later.

Shouldn't have played his hand so early.

Tomura doesn't bring his fingers to his hole, doesn't skip that and just get inside of him and start to fuck him until he's cum so many times he forgets how to count, doesn't touch his cock that is already so hard and curving up against his stomach. Instead he licks and nibbles a path down his body, hands curving around his thighs and shifting his weight a little higher before his lips are teasing along the seams of his thighs. Spends lots of time there, those seams so sensitive, so unused to being touched, and Dabi is panting and moaning, straining his wrists against his restraints. The venom makes him so much more desperate for his orgasm, but the fact he hasn't even seen Tomura in a week is probably only intensifying it further. And fine, he might not be able to try to get Duster going faster by touching him, but he's got other ways of getting what he wants.

Dabi cants his hips up a little more, letting out a needy, whorish moan, "Sir, please, want to feed you."

Absolutely not expecting that to earn him a hard slap against the back of his thigh, but it's a sharp enough sting that he's yelping, hips jumping in his grip and his cock throbbing with need. The moan that comes out of him then is twice as filthy as the one before. "Behave yourself, brat, or I'll tie you up and leave you here while I go find someone else to make a meal of."

Dabi whimpers, the nightmare of being abandoned too close to the surface and making fear spill sour across his nerves. Tomura hums happily as that leaves him docile underneath him.

"Going to be a good boy now, sweet thing?"

"Yes, sir." His voice small, arousal still sitting impossibly high in his veins.

Tomura presses one more kiss to the inside of his thigh before his head is dipping lower. Hums low in his chest as he shifts, "Look at how wet you are, precious. Pretty boy, always so eager to be eaten up."

Usually he means more literally, but Dabi is absolutely not going to complain when Duster's tongue drags a long swipe over his hole, catching the dripping slick and making his nerves sing with the sensation. Tomura holds him tight so that he can't twist or writhe no matter how badly he wants to as he starts to eat him out. Tongue flicking and teasing around his rim, the muscles twitching and trying to open, practically wanting to suck his tongue inside as the venom pulses through him with the desperate need to be filled. Sir knows that too, and doesn't give it to him until he's so wet that Dabi's certain he's making a puddle on the sheets to match the one that his cock is leaking all over his stomach. he's not even sure if it's spit, or slick, or venom that's rolling over the swell of his ass, just knows that if he doesn't have more, he'll lose his mind. Tomura still doesn't press his tongue inside until he's letting out a constant stream of desperate whimpers.

Finally having something inside of him is like putting a livewire against his spine. Dabi is clawing at the sheets, breathless because he can't stop the sounds pouring out of him, delirious because he doesn't even know when Tomura took his tail away. Sir licks inside of him, every pass of his tongue making him wetter as his body tries to build desperately towards his orgasm. But Tomura keeps pulling away. Waits until Dabi is just catching his breath enough to try and beg for more, before he pushes back in. The sounds of it are obscene as he works at him. His cock is aching so badly, wants to cum, can feel the electricity of it racing under his skin and making the pressure worse each time his lover pulls back. When the spade of his tail pushes in alongside his tongue and starts to rub at his prostate, Dabi thinks he's about to get some relief. His balls are tightening, smoke trickling out of his seams, so, so close.

Tomura's tongue abruptly leaves him as he commands, "No." And it's like a stopper was put in his orgasm. it cuts off so sharply that Dabi is crying out, hands unclenching from the sheets and trying to catch on his skin again. The venom turns him into a toy, will go as many times as Tomura tells him to, even if he wouldn't be able to any other time. Can also stop whenever the incubus wants him to.

"Wait, please, please, sir. 'M so close, please."

"I know you are, baby boy," he croons, his tail pressing all the way inside and starting to fuck his dripping hole slowly. Dabi keens, the sensation should have pushed him over, but he can't until Duster gives him permission. "But you're mine to enjoy, I decide how to savor you."

The squeak he lets out when Tomura presses a kiss to his balls would have made him bright red with how humiliating it was, but he doesn't have a chance to be embarrassed. His brain is too busy going absolutely blank as Tomura runs his tongue along them too. He thinks he might have actually died when he opens his mouth wide and takes one inside. Dabi is pretty sure the sound he makes is loud enough to wake up everyone on their floor as half of his sac is engulfed with soft cool pressure on all sides. And then Tomura starts to give light, teasing sucks as his tail fucks into him at the same time. Pleasure and agony war for his attention inside of him, his orgasm was sitting so close to the surface, there was so much pressure already built up in his balls, and now Sir is making it so much worse, better, worse, as he suckles at that sensitive skin. He pulls off, purring as he glances up at him and Dabi realizes that he's sobbing weakly again, making those desperate little--

"Oh kitten, it's okay, just lay back and keep making those cute sounds for me."-- mewls that Tomura likes. Sounds he can't help making when his lover makes his need go so high without letting him go over the edge.

"Please, Tomura, please," he sobs weakly.

"Don't worry, baby boy, I'm going to give you more." But he doesn't let him cum. Instead he licks a long line up his sac, back down it, breath cool against his sensitive and overheated skin, and then he takes both into his mouth. Never had someone suck on them like this, his tongue rolling along them and giving them soft even pressure as he works his mouth over them. Feels so good that Dabi knows he would have cum immediately if the demon had given his body permission. As is, between the slow fucking of his tail inside of his hole, and his balls being so thoroughly lavished with attention, Dabi's cock is harder than it has ever been before, so hard that it hurts, and is flushed dark against him.

He can't help that he's crying constantly, that he's begging just as much, can hardly tell up from down and his body is so tight with his need sitting under his skin. He's a little afraid that the electricity of his life force is going to start snaking out of his seams even if Tomura doesn't give him permission to cum. Tomura plays with him, could be minutes, could be hours, he doesn't know anything but the exquisite agony that the demon is forcing into every inch of him, but he eventually manages to croak,

"Hurts, please, sir, please," he needs to let the pressure out, needs to cum so badly. Gets his mouth off of him and he can't even tell if that's good or bad anymore.

"What hurts, baby boy?" His voice gentle as he presses kisses against his thigh again.

"Need to cum, hurts, please sir."

"Oh, precious," coos at him like he's a cute, if misbehaving, kitten. Dabi sobs fresh when one hand moves to his cock, rubbing two fingers over his head, teasing out another fat drop of pre, his head flushed dark and angry from how badly he wants to cum. He whimpers again. "Too full, baby boy?"

Dabi manages a nod, moaning again when Duster starts to kiss along his shaft. Sucks at the piercings lining the underside of his cock and those are so sensitive that his dick twitches and starts to drool a constant stream of pre.

"Okay, firefly, going to get rid of some of that pressure for you."

He should know right then that Tomura is not going to give him what he wants, but he's not thinking straight, so desperate, delirious with how badly he wants relief, all he can do is sob, "thank you, thank you, thank you."

"You're welcome, precious." Should clock the smug amusement in his voice before Tomura licks up some of his pre before closing his lips around his aching head. Sucking at him the same way he did his balls, a hand now moving to keep stroking them gently. The other hand has to hold his hips down because he's a mess, can't help how the constant stimulation against the three most sensitive parts of his body at the same time is making him fall apart so completely. He hardly notices when the tail goes from fucking into his needy hole and is instead rubbing the tip so deliberately against his insides, against his prostate. Not thinking about it because it just feels so, so good. Because there's even more painful pressure building up inside of him and sending smoke spilling out from his seams. Tomura feeds his cock into his mouth, but won't take him all the way down his throat. Instead holding him so that he can rub his tongue along his ladder and suck at his skin with slow teasing swallows. Pressure building, a burning warmth starting to press so insistently.

It takes until he is about two seconds from going over the edge for him to realize that Tomura didn't actually give him permission to cum.

"No, Tomura-- please!" Anguish as the pressure builds and instead of snapping in a wave of ecstasy, he only gets a thin trickle of relief that doesn't satisfy his need to orgasm. As glowing red eyes flick up to watch him with more amusement as Tomura grinds his tail harder against his prostate as he milks him, swallowing the thin stream of his release as he keeps toying with his sac and sucking his cock. Dabi is whimpering and sobbing constantly as it feels like it just keeps coming and coming, until he's aching and dry-- and still so aroused that his cock hasn't even softened. Tomura drinks every drop, only pulling off when Dabi is boneless and trembling against the sheets. Can't even find his tongue to beg anymore. Doesn't matter. He said that Sir could eat all he wanted. Gave himself up to the demon, and this is his punishment for his recklessness. He whimpers as Tomura pulls off of his cock and he stops teasing his sac.

He purrs as he sees just how much of a mess he already is, knows that there's blood all over his face and he must look like a strong breeze could snap his tattered nerves in half at this point and he can't even care. Just needs more. Tomura doesn't give him exactly that, his tail stilling to keep him full, but not moving inside of him the way he wants, his mouth instead moving back to his thighs, sucking and licking on his skin until his seams are starting to ache. Still doesn't leave them alone until they start to swell and he knows they're hurting. Going to ache every time he moves for the next few days, so he'll remember exactly how they got like that and end up squirming and needy for his lover all over again.

Dabi is so desperate he can't even be embarrassed that a little bit of extra pressure on them as he moves up his body is enough to have his balls tightening again. Tomura must sense his impending orgasm and lets out a low laugh. "Like how they sting that much, precious?" Curls a hand around one and squeezes-- "Not yet." And takes away his orgasm again. Dabi sobs and Tomura licks up the blood on his cheeks with a constant purr. More still slipping over his cheeks when he decides to turn his attention elsewhere.

Presses kisses and nips along his throat as his hands move to cup his chest through the thin lacy bra. "Always love it when you get dressed up so cute for me, baby boy." Thumbs rubbing over his nipples through the lacy fabric as Tomura speaks, peppering kisses along the seam cutting across his collarbone. Dabi isn't sure that his chest has ever felt this sensitive before, not sure any part of him has ever been so sensitive, and the moan he lets out as his cool fingers tease at his nipples is humiliating. It's a high, needy keen that he's never heard out of himself before, but stuffed up with Tomura's tail, his cock so hard, and his release being denied to him again and again even with the demon's venom pumping through his veins, has him so desperate that everything feels like too much. Not enough. Overwhelming to the point he feels like he's going to lose his mind.

And Tomura just breathes a laugh against his skin before he tugs his bra down to expose the rest of his chest. Just low enough to expose the hard buds of his nipples, the barbells glittering in the low light. And then he's got his mouth on one of them and Dabi is letting out a fresh sob. Fuck, fuck, every flick of his tongue, every little suck against the skin, and the tiny nips of his fangs is a fresh burst of electricity crackling through his veins. And Tomura is just as thorough here as he was everywhere else, as he lavishes his chest with his attention. And this skin is mostly unmarred, so when the demon decides to nip across the swell of his skin, when he decides to suck bruises around them, they ache and turn shades of red and pink and purple. Until he notices that there's spit pooling on the edge of his lips because he hasn't been able to close his mouth enough with the way he is constantly heaving, deep, panting breaths, and moaning too much to remember to fucking swallow.

He must look absolutely ruined because when Tomura pulls back this time he lets out a low groan of his own, "Oh, baby boy, you look so pretty like this." Cups half of his chest with one hand and squeezes and Dabi's hips nearly jump off the bed. "Is this enough, precious?" Amusement and arousal warring for space in his voice. "You can cum, beautiful." Mouth moving to press a teasing kiss to his  nipple, "If my baby boy can cum from having his pretty tits played with." Tomura flicks his other nipple lightly.

Dabi cums so hard that he nearly blacks out.

There should be relief in it, it should feel good, it should feel like the best orgasm he's ever had when Tomura has been denying him for so long, but after the other man milked him, there's nothing left to release as he orgasms. So even as the pleasure rushes through him, there's not the same pulsing release or relief. The pleasure comes with the ache of cumming dry right on its heels and has him sobbing as the biggest ball of lightning that Tomura's ever pulled out of him, tears its way out of his throat. He swallows it up eagerly, his wings doing that fluttery thing they always do when he's happy. And that, more than anything else, calms him down and lets him focus a little. Manages to lean up enough to get Tomura to give him a kiss, soothing hands moving across his very sensitive skin.

"Delicious, firefly." Murmured against his lips, licking inside of his mouth like he'll somehow be able to find other traces of what he wants to taste so badly. Needs more and the dryness of Dabi's orgasm, and the pulse of venom is preparing his body to give that to him. He can't even muster a whine as he feels Tomura's tail pull out of his oversensitive hole. Not when Duster is shifting to lose his pajama bottoms in favor of pressing his cock against him. He doesn't push in, but Dabi's whole body is hungry for it in a way that he wouldn't be without the demon's influence. He can't do anything but moan as Tomura pushes into him.

If the game before was to deny him his orgasm until it became so insistent that he couldn't stop it from happening, then the game now must be making him cum so many times that he begs to stop. Because once Tomura is inside of him, he's fucking Dabi with frankly unholy single-mindedness. Makes sure that he's rubbing against his hyper-sensitive prostate, his tail coiling around his cock and stroking him in time with his movements, his hand still teasing one nipple, mouth over the other, other hand holding him open and straining the sore staples on his thigh. And he is unrelenting in his pace. brings Dabi's pleasure higher and higher again, so hard and fast that he thinks that he's trying to race him up to the wall again. But he doesn't stop him when he crests over it for the second time, lets him cum with a sharp cry as his cock barely manages a dribble, and Tomura swallows the next flickering bolt of lightning and just keeps going. Dabi's body meets him, but his mind feels completely gone. He's nothing but a tangle of nerves being pushed to their limits again and again.

He thinks that Tomura makes him cum like this two more times, but he couldn't actually say. Is practically floating, practically delirious when Tomura murmurs, "Still barely getting any relief, huh, baby?" Saccharine sweetness in his voice. Something vaguely unpleasant tingles in the back of his mind, but Dabi can't be bothered to pay it any attention. Not when he's just clinging to him, nuzzling his face into his neck, letting him use his body however he wants as long as it all just keeps feeling so good. "Alright, precious, let's see if you can take a little more."

He doesn't know what Tomura is talking about, but his tail unwinds from his cock and he doesn't like that. The friction of it around him was so nice. He just wants it all to keep feeling nice. But Sir makes it better when he presses a kiss to his temple and replaces his tail with his hand. When his tail prods at his hole again, Dabi lets out a whimper. He's already so full. But he's still dripping. Maybe he needs more? Sir peppers kisses all over him, other hand rubbing soothing circles against the swell of his hip, relaxing, making his arousal soft instead of the desperate, constant need it has been since they started. And when his muscles are as putty as his head is, the spade starts to push inside with his cock. Dabi gets so, so much fuller as it stretches his rim wide as it snakes its way inside. Makes it even more intense when that presses inside and angles up again, rubbing against his prostate like it had before as Tomura's hips keep rolling into him again, and again, taking away the flicker of discomfort and sending a waterfall of bliss over him.

Sir keeps moving, and the drag of his cock, the rhythm of his tail massaging him, has pressure building up inside of him again. It has Dabi's cock aching, his balls feeling tighter. Another orgasm? Can he even manage that again? He doesn't think there's anything left in his body, thinks that all he is are the places where he and Tomura are touching and the moment that they stop he'll fall apart into nothing because surely no one person could feel this good for this long and survive it. He gives a soft sigh. This is how people didn't notice they were being killed, it just felt so good that they would slip away without noticing. Dabi lets himself float happily. Because Tomura won't hurt him, would never take more than he could handle.

Threads his hand into Sir's hair and has pretty red eyes on him. "Barely even here," voice soft and sweet as he rests their foreheads together.

"'m h're," He tries so hard to find his tongue. Needed to say something, it felt important. Kind of forgets what it was as Tomura shifts to fuck him slower and deeper as he angles his hips a bit higher. Makes him moan again, but his throat kind of hurts, feels scratchy. Oh, remembers what he wanted to say, should do it before he loses his voice, "Love you," still barely slurs it out, but it must be clear enough because Tomura's expression softens even more

"I love you too, firefly." Leans in so their noses brush. "Thank you for feeding me, baby boy, but I think it's time for you to rest." Dabi wants to protest, told Tomura he could have as much as he wanted, he can keep going-- "Cum for me, precious." But the command works through him anyway, and with the way he's been toying with his prostate again, when this orgasm comes it’s with the force of them that he normally expects when he's feeding his lover. Splatters his stomach and chest with his cum as his whole body goes so sharply full of his bliss that he doesn't even realize he's passed out until he's laying back on the training room floor.

He's a lot more coherent in the dream as he tries to get his bearings. Can't fully make sense of everything, and doesn't even get a chance really, because before he can even sit up, Tomura's form is caging him in here, his body laying over his own and pinning him down. Capturing his lips in another kiss as his wings flare and shift, folding around them so they're huddled beneath them, appendages shielding them from the familiar setting of his nightmares.

"Wha-" Dabi lets out a startled yelp when sharp claws are tearing open his clothes as Tomura's mouth moves to bite along the edge of his jaw.

"I said 'rest', firefly, not 'stop'. You can still get a good night's sleep while I indulge."

Dabi's pretty sure the little spike of fear that instills in him only makes him a more appetizing meal for the demon.

///

Incubus venom is a fucking miracle because Dabi isn't even sore when he wakes up the next morning. Not sore and he’s well-rested for the first time in a week, but his muscles do feel like they've been replaced with wet cardboard. He's got the strength of a sopping wet kitten and he doesn't even have the energy to be embarrassed about it when Tomura literally has to carry him to the kitchen to eat breakfast. Thankfully, the others aren't up before them and don't actually witness that part. Though when they do eventually trickle in, it's to him fully in Tomura's lap, chests pressed together, his head on the demon's shoulder, being fed blueberries because that's about all he has the energy for right now.

"You two know the walls aren't soundproof?" Spinner bitches as soon as he sees them.

"Aw, that's so cute," Toga coos as she takes out her phone to get a picture of the display. Dabi doesn't even have the energy to try to reach for his quirk or remove himself from Tomura's embrace, just opening his mouth to accept another berry.

"Holy shit did you break him? God, if he stays like this then we might actually get through the meeting this afternoon without him trying to tear off Trumpet's face with his teeth." The prospect chasing away Spinner's initial annoyance clearly enough.

"He's going to remember you said that when he's feeling up to moving again." Tomura tells them amusement in his tone as he makes him stop with the blueberries to take a few sips of water. Going to be making him drink a ton to replace everything he lost last night if past events are an indicator of how the rest of the day is going to go.

"Be careful you two," Compress says as he goes to pour himself a mug of coffee. "You don't want to do any permanent damage if you overindulge by accident after being apart." And he's literally in Duster's lap, he's pressed as close as he can get without being indecent. He feels it when Tomura tenses slightly as Mister says that. Dabi bites his tongue. Knows the older man said it idly, a passing concern because he's the group dad and he always tries to keep them alive and not indulging in their most self-destructive tendencies. Is probably not thinking about it that much when he says it. But he knows that's going to land like a lead balloon with Tomura after a decade and a half of more insidious comments from AFO.

"We're being careful," Duster tells him, tries to hide the reaction, tries to give him another berry. Dabi lets him, stays quiet until the others have gotten their food, if they actually eat anything at all, and are all heading out to get started on their new tasks. Waits until they're gone and then starts to press kisses along Tomura's neck. "Firefly--"

"Are you still hungry?"

Openly tense now, "Dabi--"

"I'm not hurt. You took good care of me, you're going to keep taking care of me and I'm gonna take care of you." Nuzzles their noses and then makes sure that Tomura can't look away from him when he says, "Play hooky with me. Take me back to bed, I want you to eat me until you're full, Duster. You deserve to eat when you're hungry, Tomura."

"Dabi, we can't 'play hooky', you're a lieutenant and I'm the Grand Commander, and I've been gone for a week--" Deflecting.

"Everyone else takes meal breaks during the week. You can take a day to eat and recuperate after a week away. Take me back to bed and," his face goes hot as he barely manages to breathe, knows he'll die if one of the others happen to come back through and hear him say, "I'll let you play with my tits until I cry again." Sees the swish of Tomura's tail, but his mouth is still set into a small frown. Dabi lets his voice go thin and breathy when he begs, "Want to taste you again, sir, miss having you in my mouth, please?" Not even a lie really, would happily take a dose of venom from Tomura's cock this time.

"You're a nightmare." But there's a fond, slightly exasperated resignation in his tone and he presses a kiss to his cheek before he lifts him out of his lap and deposits him on the chair. "Fine, but you have to drink two more glasses of water and you have to eat something more substantial first."

Having not only won, but also wanting to set a good example about not skipping meals, Dabi agrees readily, "Yes sir."

Tomura sighs like he knows exactly what he's doing and is disappointed in himself for falling for it anyway. "What do you want to eat, baby?"

"Eggs?"

"Alright, sweetheart."

"Don't forget--"

"Hot sauce, I know."

Still figuring out how to feed each other, but Dabi thinks they're making progress. 

Thank you for the submission!

#shigadabi #ask #asks #my writing #mha fanfiction #fanfiction #kinktober drabble asks #child abuse mention tw #child abuse mention #disordered eating #disordered eating tw

[theloveinc]

katsuki would NEVER hit his kids.

he is a cuddly papa, snuggle bear.

comes home tired from work and picks a random member of his brood and just drags them to snuggle on the couch, keeps them there because he loves them and his strength even when asleep is impressive.

does he roughhouse? yes, but would he ever deliberately hit his kid? no!

awww, i know! And after everything he's been through, too, he'd make such a deliberate effort to be gentle with his kiddos!! He doesn't want his house to become a place of pain and hate and resentment even if it's just verbal, so why would that EVER extend into the physical, too????????

dada bakugo is basically... if one of his kids isn't happy, HE'S not happy. Not until they're happy again. Thee end forever.

#it was crazy like the fic recognized he made progress but the son 'stepped out of line' and he couldn't control himself #like.... how does that work #also if ur baby momma or daddy doesn't love ur child more than u? that's a lil sus #like not u know... romantically but their care for the child is of utmost priority #bakugo #caitie answers #anon #child abuse mention tw

[fruit-kick]

keep the change is genuinely so shit like the reason max improves is bc david improved. its bc david changed and put campbell to the side in order to give max the opportunity to have a better time at camp, to build a support system for him and give him the time and patience to become better. he gave him room to change. that's why they rub off on each other, because they help each other become better.

"max got better bc david rubbed off on him and david got worse bc max rubbed off on him" implying that max is somehow like?? "corrupting" david?? and this is in season 4 after parents day established that max's behaviour stems from literal abuse and neglect? because hes a kid and david is the adult with the choice to either ignore that or actually step up to help him? fucking yikes of an episode

#🍊​fruit.posts🏀 #camp camp #abuse mention tw #child abuse mention tw #keep the change: its actually your fault that david invited a robber to camp bc ur a traumatized kid with behavioural issues lol' #u infected him with ur evil lol #im literally so nauseous right now like actually physically im just vomiting my thoughts out rn while the ground beneath me isnt grounding

[voidfragments]

ok but i actually have sm to say about qi rong's relationship with anger. i could honestly just link a fic i wrote about it here bc i think i worded it better there than i ever can again but my ao3 links to my main twt and i prefer to keep rp stuff separate from my personal stuff for reasons sooooo lemme try to write it differently

cw for mentions of domestic violence bc holy shit like 99% of his character traces back to that in some way

the key thing is, of course, that anger is a trauma response for qi rong. he has every reason to be fucking pissed at like, all times, but fundamentally, his anger is not rational. rage and violence are all he knows! his earliest childhood memories are of being abused and seeing his mother be abused! even when he got out of that, he and his mother were bullied and ostracized, and his mother was eventually murdered. violence and cruelty shape his early childhood and in turn shape who he is today (enabled in large part by the queen's reluctance to properly discipline him when he began exhibiting cruel behavior himself).

in many cases, it's about revenge--getting "even", though he usually takes it much farther than the original offense. his father was abusive? he'll delight in warring against people from the same town as him. the yong'an rebellion tore away the one good thing he had in his life--his royal status? he'll crush their entire royal & noble classes in a single night. xie lian fell off the pedestal he held him on, "failed" and "abandoned" him? unforgivable.

very often, it's simply lashing out. the world has been cruel to him, so he'll be cruel too.

mostly, though, his anger just keeps him going. if he doesn't have his anger, then what does he have? sadness, loneliness, despair, heartbreak, misery.

being a ghost adds another angle to it, too--he can't let go of his anger, even if he wants to. well, he could, but then he'd disappear, and he doesn't want that. not yet. it's his source of life. it's also his source of power! and it's easy to forget with how often the rest of the cast and the narrative itself dunks on him, but he has a lot of power. #4 in the entire ghost realm! a near-supreme, one successful furnace trip away from becoming a full-fledged ghost king!

just--imagine, for a moment, being him. an abused kid--powerless--who suddenly learns that he's actually a prince--powerful!--and then, before even reaching adulthood, his kingdom crumbles, and he eventually dies just as powerless as he started. and then all that resentment causes him to come back even more powerful than before. it's no wonder he leans into it.

idk this is getting long-winded but i guess what i'm trying to say is--his anger is both justified and overblown, it is both understandable and irrational, it is something he needs to hold onto no matter how much it hurts him. he is his anger.

#i've spent several years analyzing this man #and it always just comes back to 'he is deeply traumatized and was let down on every level by the people who were supposed to support him' #mxtx treats him like a punching bag for jokes 90% of the time but he is at his core a very tragic character imo #in the fic i mentioned at the start of this post #i compare anger to fire #he's burning himself up. and he knows he is. but he doesn't know any other way to live #it hurts but it's familiar and that's all that matters. change is scarier. #but then. crucially. i compare guzi to rain #and he hates the rain at first because he's scared of it putting out the fire #but eventually he decides. it might not actually be so bad to finally let the fire die #and the rain will be better off without his smoke poisoning it anyways #aughhhhh sorry this is my blorbo my scrunkly my milk cat webkinz #he makes me feel so many emotions!!! #child abuse mention tw #qi rong; isms

[dykesynthezoid]

Oh the way those PANS/PANDAS parents talk about their children’s illness get my hackles fucking raised. It’s like every “autism mom” I’ve ever heard talk. I’m not even writing off the idea that there may be cases in which an infection leads to an autoimmune response that causes neurological mental health changes in children. I can totally conceive of that being a thing we don’t totally understand yet. But the way these people approach it…. God. I know it’s got to be terrifying for parents if their kid suddenly develops OCD, ED, and/or tourette’s symptoms, but the scientific data is so severely lacking, and the language these parents use to talk about those experiences is. Very specific.

The proposed biological indicators for PANS are often present in people without the disorder, without any of the related symptoms. The current proposed diagnostic criteria is extremely generalized and doesn’t very rigorously provide ways to rule out differential diagnoses.

The proposed treatments of long term antibiotics and steroid usage can have dangerous side effects and extreme consequences.

But there are thousands of parents online who will insist it’s 100% real, it’s an epidemic, and they’ll use their numbers to attack anyone online who disagrees with them. Some of these kids may have symptoms that did genuinely arise because of an autoimmune response linked to infection. I wouldn’t write it off. Further scientific study is clearly needed. But it’s also just as likely to me that there are parents out there that just refuse to accept that their kid could be mentally ill for no single curable reason.

I say this as someone who, themselves, developed severe mental illness as a very young child. It’s possible your kid just does have trauma, just does have ocd, just does have depression, just does have tourettes. But these parents see their kids “suddenly” present symptoms and insist on correlating it with extremely common childhood infections. And then manage to find some medical professional somewhere who will actually agree to put their kid on long term antibiotics, and insist their kid’s mental illness just totally went away afterward!

And like. Sorry. But there’s no way for me to hear that and not be reminded of the parents who think red dye makes ADHD worse. Or the parents who think their children’s autism is caused by intestinal parasites, and insist that since they started making their kid drink a bleach solution they bought online their autism has “improved.” The science is inconclusive, everywhere you look there’s confirmation bias, and also.

Every time I hear parents talk about this, not one of them mentions how their child felt about their experience. It’s always “they developed all these tics and compulsions, they wouldn’t eat, they were paranoid, they became suicidal, it was SO scary and hard for me!” and it’s like. As someone who was once a very mentally ill child. Why do every single one of you fail to address this. They seem more concerned about how “scary” it is and how “different” their child has become than their child’s own internal experience of suffering.

#also the idea that autoimmune response -> causes neurological symptoms #and then said symptoms just…. go away after ‘treatment’ #sorry. what. #some symptom secession makes sense. #bc of the immune issue has been resolved then so has any inflammation #but here’s the thing about how those conditions work: #if the damage is that extensive that it is causing sudden onset of extreme symptoms #then PERMANENT damage has been done. it is not just going to go away. #the symptoms may get better with treatment yes. but the breadth of new neurological issues are not just going to spontaneously resolve #I mean we see this w sydenham’s chorea. which is literally an example of this proposed mechanism happening #also sorry but when I developed severe depression at age 8 yeah it WAS scary. for ME #Christ. I cannot imagine if my parents had started insisting my new obsessive compulsive symptoms and lethargy and sadness was bc I’d had #fucking strep throat a few weeks before #child abuse mention tw

[mcltiples]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ;  𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 …  ( 𝒓𝒆𝒅 ) || accepting

@moonspower sent; 🍎  — an apple a day! weird rick!

{ HC / OOC } Every morning, Rick wakes up and takes a set amount of medication. Ranging from vitamins to prescribed pills. This is due to his upbringing. Being raised by two over protective, controlling parents that viewed everything he did as wrong.

When he was just about one years old he was seen as being an active child who liked to play and run around. His mother didn't like that so she took him to a doctor to prescribe some medication that would make him a bit more tired easily, drained and quiet.

This would happen with every normal development that he had. Until he was molded into a quiet, depressed teen that had no friends and no motivations for wanting romance.

To this day he still takes the medication. Even if he altered them slightly to allow certain feelings. It's a comfort thing and a habit that leaves him unable to break due to the trauma of his childhood.

#moonspower #{ answers. ✦ } #{ headcanon ; 🛸 } #child abuse mention tw #ask to tag #{ bc idk what else i could tag this with ? } #{ but anyways yup -- he feels like if he breaks the habit something bad will happen } #{ so he just doesn't and keeps it a secret }

[fablewoven]

@taleswritten gets our Yen/Ciri starter

Yennefer knew that she wasn't exactly the most agreeable person, especially when it came to this. She didn't want Ciri to feel like she had nowhere else to turn, even when she knew that she might be particularly frustrated with her over things. Being soft and gentle is hard for her, and while she could let her guard down around Geralt in the afterglow, you could ask the Witcher: it had taken time to do that.

Still, Yennefer didn't want Ciri to slip through her fingers, and she didn't want her to think that she was unwanted. Quite the opposite: Yennefer had probably never wanted someone this much in her entire life. She's certain Ciri never asked to fill that void in her life, but as far as Yennefer is concerned, she's her child, and Yennefer's never had a good role model for that. Not her own mother with all of the physical and verbal abuse she had to withstand at her own hand, and not Tissaia...who masked that similar abuse under the guise of the 'right reasons' and 'chaos teachings'. The latter being someone that Yennefer still felt a mother/daughter kinship to, and perhaps that's why she got like this sometimes--because it felt normal when Tissaia had been equally hard on her.

Whereas she and Geralt had always been able to treat each other the way that they wanted to be treated, she can't for the life of her figure out why it gets so hard sometimes with Ciri. Ciri of whom, Yennefer would die for in a heartbeat. Nothing that happens to Yennefer matters as long as Ciri is safe. She's not sure that Ciri sees that though sometimes, like on days like today when Yennefer didn't even let her stop practicing when she was tired. She'd worked her too hard, and Geralt had had to step in, and while she's loathed to apologize...she knows she should have handled the whole thing better. Now, Ciri seemed to have had a nap, but Yennefer had a feeling Ciri wasn't quite over the tongue lashing that Yennefer had given her before Geralt had told her to stop, about 'laziness'.

"Are you going to ignore me and angrily set the table, or are you going to come help me peel the potatoes?"

#taleswritten #•~⍣ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ [yen threads] #welcome to the beginning of all the threads though #witcher spoilers #because kind of...? #child abuse mention tw

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Tanco, you're writing nasty porn right? So there's not gonna be any kind of like, character trauma, right? You're just writing PWP, so you definitely are not gonna have a character breakdown over the child abuse they experienced, right?

What the fuck do you mean that's the PRECURSOR to the nasty porn?????!!!!!

#child abuse mention #child abuse mention tw #tanco speaks #oops #theyre still gonna fuck so nasty dont even worry about it #*hides the mention that the other character is recovering from a 15 year long eating disorder under a rug*

[nicawlette]

NICOLETTE'S NO GOOD VERY BAD DAY — MISTIFIED TIMELINE

Nicolette run's into a sentient data imprint of Eiden's ( @kleinstar ) teenage self and attempts to help him... call out of his part time jobs. Things are probably mostly casual here, if not a bit strange.

The sleek, marble walls of the Akademiya take shape around her. It's here that she finds Zhilan ( @archaictold ) being roughly confronted by a sentient data imprint of his father. She becomes immediately hostile, and mildly triggered by the familiarity of the situation. She learns some deeper truths about her usually chipper friend, here.

Approaching emotional exhaustion, but holding it together through repression, she's briefly held at sword point by a sentient data imprint of Kasen Kanesada ( @taroudachi ). This interaction may be the last bit of hope she gets that the worst is over. It isn't.

Finding Break ( @schleckermaul ) in the mist, she witnesses fragments his past as Kevin Regnard and is further subjected to visions of his trauma, including the loss of his eye, as she tries to keep him mentally stable. She inevitably reflects his deteriorating state and is confronted with the guilty memory of killing her abuser's son— the mistake that sealed her terrible fate.

Once Nicolette is alone again, she comes face-to-face with a sentient data imprint of her childhood abuser. She last saw her uncle as a teenager after she'd mistakenly killed his son in his place. Though she knows deep down he's unlikely to still be alive, nor in the city, Nicolette's mental state is already hanging by a thread, and with no one around to keep her calm, it shatters completely.

She falls deeper into her own trauma, and uses her abilities to try and fight back against what isn't real until she's lost so much blood she cannot keep going. It's likely that she loses consciousness here, but I'm not sure yet where she wakes up. Unless someone would like to thread this! She is having a very bad time, here!

#isola event: mistified #saw people doing this and thought it was v handy!! #she is straight up NOT having a good time bro! #I'd like to rp the last one since i didn't really get to plot a thread for her abuse trauma #but i dunno if i'll find someone in time so rip #looking forward to those post-mistified threads #child abuse mention tw #blood tw

[countlessrealities]

MEMORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD

Bold all that apply to your muse. Repost, don't reblog ! TW: contains mentions of abuse / neglect / death / trauma

scraped knees, silent tears in a locked room, slamming doors, pervasive loneliness, a dog barking, rain on a metal roof, flinching at movement, the creak of an old house, forced laughter, wandering in the dark woods, wondering how you made it through, sudden loss, trying to make sense of the noise, hiding what you love to protect it, trying to explain but your words falter, invaded privacy, confusion at the pain, running barefoot in the grass, wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing, realizing you aren’t a priority, grass stains on white clothing, trying to earn love you will never have, being threatened over the smallest mistake, secrets you are warned not to share, the feeling of never being good enough, the hope things might someday get better, grief that aches in your bones, childish dares andbjjjj pranks, the sense that your body isn’t yours, shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry, sledding down a frozen hill, absentmindedly following snakes through the grass, punching a tree until your knuckles bleed, tears over every dead creature you find, searching out small places you can hide… just in case, climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you, the feeling of something tainted under your skin, a curious child told to stop asking, floral dresses, body tensing at approaching footsteps, anger with nowhere to go, brief escapes from the chaos, the purr of a contented cat, taking the blame to keep the peace, being told you’re too sensitive, the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day

scraped knees, silent tears in a locked room, slamming doors, pervasive loneliness, a dog barking, rain on a metal roof, flinching at movement, the creak of an old house, forced laughter, wandering in the dark woods, wondering how you made it through, sudden loss, trying to make sense of the noise, hiding what you love to protect it, trying to explain but your words falter, invaded privacy, confusion at the pain, running barefoot in the grass, wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing, realizing you aren’t a priority, grass stains on white clothing, trying to earn love you will never have, being threatened over the smallest mistake, secrets you are warned not to share, the feeling of never being good enough, the hope things might someday get better, grief that aches in your bones, childish dares and pranks, the sense that your body isn’t yours, shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry, sledding down a frozen hill, absentmindedly following snakes through the grass, punching a tree until your knuckles bleed, tears over every dead creature you find, searching out small places you can hide… just in case, climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you, the feeling of something tainted under your skin, a curious child told to stop asking, floral dresses, body tensing at approaching footsteps, anger with nowhere to go, brief escapes from the chaos, the purr of a contented cat, taking the blame to keep the peace, being told you’re too sensitive, the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day

tagged by: @shctupmeg tagging: Steal it !

#[ ooc :: dash games ] #[ headcanons :: Evil Morty ] #[ headcanons :: Félix / Argos ] #[ ooc :: mun's headcanons ] #child abuse mention tw #abuse mention tw #[[ did I purposefully choose two muses with some of the worst pasts? ]] #[[ yes I did ]]

[hxperion]

13. what themes/motifs do you hope other people notice most about your character?

{questions for the mun] A major theme for Jack is Heroism corrupts. or the quote "you either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain" Because at the end of his day is a key theme to his character. Because he was technically a hero in the pre-sequel (with the underlying motive of take over hyperion and actually get into the vault on eplis). and disagreeing with the lost legion motive of destroying eplis which would of killed the thousands that lived on the moon. which of course we see at the end of that, he is more willing to slaughter all bandits or anyone who wrongs him on Pandora. who has a higher population then Eplis. This leads into another minor theme but also apart of his character is that money and power corrupts as we know from the first ever borderlands game, he used Angel to manipulate the original vault hunters to open one of the vaults on pandora and kill the monster inside, so he could later come and collect the eye of the destroyer to make into the eye of helios laser on helios that is used in the pre-sequel. another theme that is more present in borderlands 2 is that grief turns into rage or "why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief" Considering a lot of his anger especially towards Angel is because of her accidental killing of his wife (and her mother). and his initial hatred towards bandits for putting them in that situation in the first place. But we see it also when the vault hunters kill Angel as per her request to stop Jack from charging the vault key. we see when Jack no longer playing around and is determined to kill the vault hunters and all of the bandits on pandora to finish his goal and to get revenge for his daughter. its not a huge theme but its there. of course there is the theme of Icarus from the Greek legends of a man who flew to close to the sun and ended up having his wings that was made of wax melted and fell and drowned in the ocean. This is a good theme for Jack's character considering he did go too close to the sun by taking over Helios (which in greek is the Greek god of the sun) and getting too powerful but ended up being defeated by the vault hunters he underestimated the strength of even with all of his tech at his device and the warrior he relayed on to be defeated. furthermore, in tales, Helios does end up crashing on pandora due to Rhys and his group of friends, and the shutdown of A.I Jack, So the themes and motifs are there. Something important i would like people to know at least how i portray Jack is him having generational trauma, especially towards how he treats Angel. We see even before the death of his wife in Bl3, that in the audio logs that Jack did ask Angel to not- repeat any swearwords he says, upon being question by her when he did swear. Which we see that spirals towards him getting aggressive with her when she swears and often corrects her by saying "language". or being followed by a physical punishment. Something I headcanon personally he picked up from his grandma that raised him considering we know in borderlands 2 that we can find a buzz axe in the house that she had on pandora, and was label as her favorite thing to use for punishments, and we know from the pre-sequel he mentions being beaten by her casually when he was a child.

So i assume that he detests people who are below him either in family-wise or employees-wise of people swearing in front of him is something he detests and outlaws on Pandora and helios, even more so that he hates it the most when Angel does it. So it probably stems from generational trauma of dealing with his grandma and using a lot of her abusive control methods on those below him. It doesn't justify nor will it ever be a justification for the abuse he does because he's still actively doing these things at the end of the day and holds zero regrets in the long run.

#[headcanons]: classified information #//thanks for the ask!!! duck!!// #//thank you for lettingm e talk about blorbo!! the bastard blorbo who brings the serotonin! (unforunately) // #//i didnt mean for this to get long but god there is so much more i could expand on with these// #child abuse mention tw #ask to tag

[idiot-mushroom]

why is it every time i go to therapy my childhood seems to get more fucked up? like the more i talk abt my living situation as a child she keeps making faces and saying ‘oh that’s bad’ well no shit honey i had a shit childhood, get over it.

like damn i know if smone called the police on my family situation for neglect/abuse i would be put in the foster home bc it didn’t meet state requirements to house a child in but damn my therapist doesn’t need to be so fucking mean abt it.

#child abuse mention tw #vent i guess #vent tw #but anyways imma go find a good hurt/comfort fanfic to make me feel better or smthing #shroom talks

[bloominghands]

—- *Certain people on the dash got me in my feelings about Robin and her relationship with food. (*// TWs in tags)

HONESTLY THOUGH. Even when Robin was living on Ohara she never got enough to eat. From going days at a time without food because her aunt and uncle forgot or she was being punished to barely being able to eat a slice of bread without being hounded about being a burden. I imagine people in town not only hated her because of her powers and how odd she was, but also because she would sometimes be caught stealing food out of the trash.

Unfortunately, however, what she learned while trying to survive on Ohara would only be put to use again and again after she was forced to live her life on the run. After a while she lost count of how many times she’d almost died from starvation or dehydration, or how many times she had to dig through trash cans or dumpsters in alley ways and behind shops before sleeping behind them after scarfing down whatever edible thing she could find.

And she was working for other criminals it was hardly any better. Always the odd one out no matter where she was and one more mouth to feed, she was rarely given any rations more than what would just keep her alive — after all, if she was weak from hunger then she’d be easier to manipulate or overpower. This of course, lead to her tendency to hide food when on someone’s ship. From pulling back baseboards to smuggle an apple to carving out a false bottom of a barrel to hide stashes of rice or grains.

Always ready to flee at a moments notice, never knowing when her meals would stop or where they would come from next. She had no choice but to stockpile what she could in the event she had to run. It’s a subconscious habit she still carries to this day even on the Sunny. (Though thanks to Sanji’s gentle insistence that she will never go hungry again, it’s no where near as bad as what it was when she first joined them. Perhaps a small snack hidden here and there when she’s not thinking about it.)

TL;DR; Over all, Robin’s relationship with food is complicated. On one hand, her life style gave her a strong stomach and taught her how to be resourceful, how to hunt her own food and make traps - how to survive. But it also gave her crippling anxiety about when she might go hungry next, or when she may be eating too much - never wanting to be a burden to those who have been so kind as to actually feed her, even subconsciously.

*Bonus: She never really developed many likes and dislikes because she never had the luxury to, and will eat almost anything you put in front of her. Except for gum. It’s absolutely disgusting to her and also gives the illusion of eating something while still having an empty stomach.

#food mention tw #starvation mention tw #abuse mention tw #child abuse mention tw #child abuse tw #food tw #starvation tw #;headcanons #CERTAIN PEOPLE: -eyes @ punk- #giving me feelings tonight

[incendiorum-arch]

io often does not feel safe. there are, perhaps, moments and breaths here and there where they forget their problems and breathe easy for a little while, but the vast majority of them time? io is extremely aware of the fact that they are being actively hunted by col's hounds. something that has become worse over the past few years, especially. because of this, io has bouts of hypervigilance. which are not... thrilling, for any party involved, as its incredibly hard to calm io down, and io is prone to lashing out if they think someone doesn't believe them about their worries, however existent or non-existent they are.

#◜❝ 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃. ⟩⟩ i’m losing myself to rage. ❞◞ #io cannot trust strangers at first at all bc that might put them in danger #they genuinely do not know who is a hound and who is not until they pinpoint clues #and sometimes io becomes very focused about trying to find those clues/monitor their surroundings/keep themself safe and alert #which absolutely disrupts home life and sleeping patterns too #its not just the hounds that did it either some of it stems from childhood abuse #child abuse mention tw #disrupted home life - locking doors. doublechecking locked doors. /triplechecking/. keeping an eye out through the windows. pacing. etc. #io very easily becomes obsessive about safety during these moments