Daddy's Perfect Princess
happy fucking father's day! anyway, the smut wasn't coming to me so i straight up pulled a "two hours later" with this one
also, bat, this one's for you uwu
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Content: noncon, incest, use of daddy, use of princess/sweetheart/baby, implied breeding/pregnancy
Shigaraki was as attentive as attentive gets, a good trait for a father to have. If anything, anything, happened to his little girl, he knew. No one would ever know her as well as him. After all, she was his daughter, and he loved her.
Y/n had never been a difficult child. Whatever parenting techniques Shigaraki had dug out of the dumpster had worked perfectly. He’d been able to coax her into eating her vegetables and drinking her milk, always wanting her to grow up to be perfect.
Perfect.
Not the kind of perfect that would attract boys or grow her social group, though. His idea of perfect was, and always had been, skewed. After all, his own childhood was a rough ride. Hell knows he didn’t grow up perfect, but he could help his lovely little Y/n along the way.
He wasn’t one for strict discipline. He could never hit his little princess, and he didn’t have it in him to yell at her. Instead, he filled her with praise whenever she did something as perfect as he wanted.
Y/n loved her father very much. He was always there for her, through thick and thin, and he knew everything about her. Everything. If there was anyone in her life she wanted to please, it was her dad.
Daddy never got mad at her. Daddy never hurt her. Daddy never ignored her. The only thing Daddy ever did is tell her how proud he is, how much he loves her, how perfect she is.
Daddy also showered her in presents, always finding some new reason for giving her a gift. Good grades on a report card? New books. Birthday? Cute dress. Had a bad day yesterday? Surely some pretty jewelry would make her feel better.
There was a method to Daddy’s madness, though. Y/n accepted his gifts and praise with no hesitation- She lived for his approval, he was so good to her, why should she ever question his love? The books he gave her, the dresses she got, the jewelry Daddy spent so much money on-
Sure, the books Y/n was allowed to read growing up were misogynistic, and sure, Y/n’s dresses were always just a little too short, and sure, Y/n’s necklaces sometimes required a low neckline to be shown off, but it’s not like she grew up thinking a good girl listens to whatever a man says. It’s not like she grew up not noticing perverted stares at her legs or her chest. It’s not like she grew up with Daddy shielding her from the world because she was clueless and vulnerable. But she grew up nonetheless.
Y/n opened the box she’d been handed eagerly. Daddy always got her the prettiest dresses for her birthday.
“…Daddy, I love it!” She said excitedly, holding it up against herself and examining it. “It’s so pretty!”
“Of course it is,” Shigaraki said, watching his daughter closely. “You’re an adult now. Women wear prettier dresses than girls. I wanted to get you something you’d like wearing.”
Y/n set the dress down so she could hug her father.
“Thank you!” She said. “I’m gonna wear it today. Himiko and Shuichi said they’re throwing me a birthday party-”
“Toga invited boys to your birthday party?”
“…Yes,” Y/n said hesitantly. “I know you don’t like that, but I’m eighteen now, so I thought-”
Shigaraki sighed.
“Go put on the dress, then,” he said. “I’ll think about it. You won’t be upset if I don’t let you go, right?”
“Right,” Y/n said quickly. “I’ll celebrate with you instead! That’s fun, too.”
Shigaraki watched as Y/n turned around, running her fingers over the fabric of the dress as she walked to her room to change.
He knew her friend Himiko hung out with a lot of boys. He’d warned Y/n countless times that she was a bad influence, but she seemed to be the only friend Y/n could keep, and he didn’t want her to be lonely. Himiko had come over a few times, and he’d heard her talk about her other friends. Once, she’d even called some boys and made Y/n talk to them on speaker phone. He knew of Shuichi and Jin, but he knew Toga had other boy friends.
…No. Shigaraki wasn’t going to let Y/n go to that party, even if it was for her own birthday. They’d both said it- She was an adult now. But, he was still her father. He still had authority- Though Shigaraki believed Y/n would listen to what he’d say even if didn’t hold any power over her. After all, when Daddy makes decisions, it’s always for her sake.
Y/n walked back into the room with a bounce in her step and a smile on her face. She spun around, showing off the dress and flashing a pretty set of panties as the skirt lifted to her father.
“It looks amazing on you, princess,” Shigaraki said softly.
“Thank you!” Y/n said brightly. “So, am I allowed to go to Himiko’s party? I know you don’t really like her, but-”
“Sorry, but no,” Shigaraki said. “I don’t trust her to not let any creeps get at you, and I haven’t even met… Shuichi? I don’t want you hanging out with boys I don’t know.”
Or at all.
“Okay,” Y/n said, clearly disappointed. “But that’s fine! I can celebrate here with you instead!”
“You’re not upset?”
“No,” Y/n said. “Well, maybe a little.”
“Aw. I’m sorry, baby,” Shigaraki said, holding out his arms. Y/n walked over and fell into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“It’s fine,” she said. “I still get to celebrate! With just you.”
“Yeah… You know, Y/n, I think I still have another present for you.”
“Really?” Y/n asked, pulling away and grinning.
“Yeah. You’re an adult now, so you deserve a more mature present to go along with your dress.”
“Mature?” Y/n repeated, confused. Her father nodded.
“Do you know what separates girls from women?”
“Um… Having a husband?” Y/n answered timidly.
“Close,” Shigaraki told her. He set a hand on her head and gently fingered through her hair. “Tell me, why does it take a man to turn a girl into a woman?”
“…A girl needs to take a man’s last name to be a woman, right?” Y/n said, confused. “Or is it having a baby? Daddy- Daddy, if it’s the baby thing, I don’t want to be an adult!”
“It’s not the baby thing,” Shigaraki said, rolling his eyes. He played with the ends of Y/n's hair as he spoke. “It’s virginity, princess. You were very close, you’re so smart. You’re the most perfect daughter I could ask for.”
Y/n smiled.
“Thank you, Dad,” she said happily. Shigaraki raised an eyebrow at her.
“You don’t have to stop calling me Daddy just because you’re an adult now,” he told her.
“…Himiko says it’s weird for adults to call men Daddy, though,” Y/n said.
“I’m sure Toga says a lot of things are weird,” Shigaraki sighed. “This is why I don’t like her. She takes advantage of you and keeps feeding you strange lies. It’s not ‘weird’ at all, baby.”
“Sorry,” Y/n said. “I know I do fall for a lot of her tricks.”
“Don’t apologize, princess, it’s not your fault,” her father cooed. “Toga’s the one who keeps telling you all the wrong things.”
“…So, what’s the other present you said you have for me?” Y/n asked, changing the topic back to what it was supposed to be. “The one that you said is more mature.”
“Close your eyes, sweetheart.”
Trusting her father with all her heart, Y/n did as she was told. She heard the soft patter of be-socked feet on wooden floor as Shigaraki circled her. She could tell he was standing behind her, but she refused to disobey him and kept her eyes closed even though she was curious. She felt the skirt of her dress being lifted and almost opened her eyes, but decided against it. After all, Shigaraki had told her so sweetly.
“Dad, what are you-”
She yelped as a hand came down hard on her ass.
“Daddy,” Shigaraki corrected.
“D-Daddy, what are you doing?” Y/n asked, trying not to let her voice waver. She heard the sound of a zipper and bit her lip worriedly.
“Turning you into a woman,” Shigaraki said, a low rasp in his voice that Y/n had never heard before.
“Daddy…?” She whispered timidly. She felt her panties being pulled down, followed by a gentle hand against her back, pushing her forward and bending her over. She dared not move, resigning herself to being moved and posed by her father as if she were a doll.
“That’s it, perfect,” Shigaraki cooed. The sweet sense of praise filled Y/n’s body, despite her confusion. “You’ve always been such a good girl for me, Y/n, thank you. You really grew up into the perfect daughter for me. The perfect woman for me.”
Y/n’s eyes would’ve widened if they were open as her own father spread her cheeks, examining what she had to offer.
“Daddy, no,” she whimpered. Despite the situation, her eyes were still closed and she was still holding the pose Shigaraki had configured her into.
“You can take it, princess, I know you can,” he mumbled sweetly, one hand disappearing from her ass. She felt something slimy and warm against her unused hole and winced as she was finally breached. Shigaraki gave her no mercy as he slipped in, grasping her waist and beginning to fuck into her. No breaks, no warnings, nothing. “Good girl, baby. You’re always so good for me.”
“Daddy, it hurts,” she whined.
“Hush. You’ll be okay, just let Daddy take care of you.”
“But Daddy, it hurts. I don’t like it,” she pleaded, tears welling under her closed eyelids. “Daddy, please stop.”
“…No,” Shigaraki said firmly. “I didn’t spend eighteen years raising you so perfectly just for you to throw a fit. I love you, Y/n, sweetheart, so be a good girl for Daddy. I don’t want to hear you complaining, understand? Not another word.”
Y/n’s stomach was doing anxious backflips as every thought she could ever have ran through her head at once. She opened her eyes and tried to step forward, pull herself off of her father, try to run away, Daddy no, Daddy I don’t want this, Daddy why are you doing this to me.
Shigaraki grabbed her by the wrists before she could get away, pulling her close and not letting go.
“Y/n.”
“Daddy, please,” Y/n begged, her voice catching in her throat and hardly coming out. “Take it out.”
“No. Stop whining.”
The next few hours were torturous agony, Daddy no, Daddy stop, Daddy why, Daddy let me go. By the time Shigaraki was finally finished, finally let her go, finally pulled out, Y/n was a quivering mess, incoherent and crying. Weak, she fell to the floor when she was finally left alone. She didn’t move, afraid, shivering on the wooden floor.
“Good girl, sweetheart,” her father cooed, tucking himself back into his pants and crouching down to her level. He reached out and brushed a few tears from her cheek. Y/n suddenly hated the warmth that rushed through her at her father’s praise. “I’m so proud you stopped squirming, princess. Maybe next time you’ll stop crying, too, do you think you can do that for me?”
“N-Next time?” Y/n managed to ask, voice strained. Shigaraki nodded, taking her hands and helping her stand up.
“Yes. I’ve decided I want another perfect little girl,” he said thoughtfully. He looked down at Y/n as he petted her hair, trying to soothe her as she kept trembling. “But she’s going to need a perfect mother if I want her to grow up just right.”
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