#it just got a quick onces over so ignore typos

[rocknrollsalad]

👴 characters/pairings: steddie, clarkson, and a whole mess of randomly created munsons

🐟 Fishing is Wayne's favorite pastime. This is a life lived through fishing. Inspired by this post

🐠 content/trigger warnings: abusive childhoods, parental abandonment, military, war, period typical homophobia, major character death, pregnancy, generational trauma, ptsd

🎣 word count: 4967

Wayne’s four years old the first time his granddad took him fishing.

For one short weekend, they camp in a tent and live off the land. Wayne doesn’t remember a bit of it but his grandparents loved to recount the events. Telling the same tales the way grandparents do and everything getting bigger, funnier, and better with each retelling like all good fishing stories.

The only thing Wayne caught himself was a poison oak rash. Even though he tested the patience of a man who had so little to begin with, his granddad let him carry in the smallest fish to his waiting grandma and mom with the pride of something he’d done himself.

His mom fixed it for dinner last night and Wayne cried the whole meal long. They weren’t supposed to eat the thing. Of course, his granddad made him finish every bite on his plate.

At seven years old, Wayne catches his first fish.

He baited the line, cast the rod, and reeled it in. His granddad took him every year after that first trip and with each outing, Wayne learned a little more. He started out baiting all of granddad’s lines. The live bait was the best, he collected everything he could for days before going, carefully keeping them alive in a coffee can. A job all his own which his granddad praised him for. Especially when one attracted a fish so big they didn’t have to lie about it.

This year he could do it all without a bit of help and he brought in two fish big enough to feed himself for a meal. If there was a way to hang them on the mantel, Wayne would have.

It changed the trip from education to comradery. Sitting in silence with his granddad, staring at the water and waiting for the line to pull. No longer a child but a man in training. He didn’t even cry when he had to eat his catches.

Al joins the trip when Wayne is eleven.

Every part of Wayne hates sharing the trip with his terrible and needy little brother. He knows he’s supposed to love and care for the boy but he gets all the attention and got away with things that Wayne would have gotten in trouble for if he just thought them.

Al is unruly and loud, easily distracted, and spent his time collecting rocks. It was an absolute waste to bring him, he wasn’t suited for this. It was the worst haul they had. Not to mention, Al got to bring in the large bass granddad fought with for ten minutes. Mom and grandma fussed over it like it was made of gold. They were so excited to cook it up. Al didn’t have to take a single bite.

When Wayne is fifteen, he takes his first solo fishing trip.

Granddad passed away a few months before and Al doesn’t have any interest in going. Wayne takes himself to the woods, carrying the same tent they always used and the bait he’d dug out of the ground the night before.

He contemplates finishing high school and what to do about the boy in his room whom he wished he could kiss instead of Elise Fielding. The silence is different, not something shared but something suffered. He drags a log over to where his granddad would have sat and props his pole up against it.

Wayne comes home empty-handed. No trophy, no special dinner, just the somber realization that life can change in big, big ways and everyone goes on like nothing happened.

He doesn’t go the following year.

At twenty-two he postponed the trip to go on his honeymoon.

She’s a sweet girl and she deserves better than Wayne, he knows that much for certain. He’s far too happy to get away. They married quickly, though there was no child on the way, and the newlywed life was more than Wayne wanted to deal with.

Like his mother and grandmother before her, she fries up the fish Wayne brings home. Burns the hell out of it too. They both eat in awkward silence, pretending it doesn’t taste awful but everything about this has a bitter taste. It’s not quite right but it’ll do.

For three more years, she sends Wayne off on a long weekend to fish and taste a bit of freedom before he comes back to sour casseroles and bridge with the neighbors. The trip becomes a lifeline, a way to forget and hide from his mistakes. Wayne’s usually not one for hiding but this is different.

The rest of his twenties go by without a single fishing trip.

Unlike the mourning, these years were taken from Wayne. Forcibly and never-ending. He still spent plenty of time in silent contemplation alongside others and ate meals while crying but he served his country.

When he finally returns the lake isn’t the same. Sleeping in a tent is no longer a piece of home but something he accidentally destroyed on the first night reacting to a twig snapping in the distance. Whatever wild animal walked by obviously wasn’t a threat, still, Wayne packed up and got out there. He hadn’t even put the line in the water before calling it quits.

Before the next trip, Wayne’s a divorcee. She found someone better while he was in the jungles being shot at. He tried to hate her for it but he buys her a cookbook and wishes them the best. Alone is better. He’ll live his days out by himself but happier.

At thirty five Al shows up and says they should spend the day fishing, for old times' sake.

Naturally, Wayne indulges him. He gets a day of fishing out of this and he wants to believe that there’s a glimmer of hope in him still. That somewhere among the trees and birdsong he’ll find a way to think this is Al turning over a new leaf. Something got through that thick skull and he’s ready to…do better.

Somehow it’s worse. He married a girl and now she’s pregnant. It’s a celebration, not a fishing trip. Al even brought cigars. He was intelligent enough to know there was no other Wayne was going to sit around and listen to the news.

He should be happier to be an uncle instead of terrified. Still, the next time he makes a trip to the sports shop for his fishing weekend, Wayne can’t resist buying the tiny pole on display. It’ll be a while before his new niece or nephew needs it but, at least Wayne will be ready.

Eddie is four the first time he comes to stay with Wayne.

Al landed himself in jail and Elizabeth can’t seem to carry on. She drops Eddie off with all the diapers she has, some clothes, and a bit of food. Her tear-stained shirt and day-old makeup speak more than her words.

Wayne doesn’t know what to do with the kid. He’s four and uninterested in the few toy trucks Wayne has. Climbing all the furniture seems to hold the boy’s interest but that’s likely not safe. Not that putting him by a large body of water is any better but Wayne hopes the trip of it all will make it seem less like his parents kicked him out and more like a fun weekend with his uncle.

But Eddie is too much his father’s son. He’s not able to sit still, he talks incessantly, and every time Wayne gets the line in the water Eddie has something he shouldn’t. A lighter, a knife, and one time a bird. Wayne still can’t figure that last one out.

Still, they catch a couple of fish. Or Wayne does it while Eddie is sleeping. He doesn’t want to go home empty-handed in case the boy takes it personally. Back at Wayne’s trailer, he bakes the fish. A favorite preparation but a simple one. Eddie hates the idea that the cute little fish he saw take its last breath is now this thing in front of him. So Wayne made him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

They try again when Eddie turns six.

With a backpack full of coloring books and crayons, they trek out to the fishing spot. Wayne let Eddie help make the campfire correctly and tried to give him tasks he’d be good at. It’s not as hard as their first trip but far from easy.

Eddie talks and talks, tells Wayne everything about his life at home and how much he hates kindergarten. He recounts several episodes of a cartoon word for word. Wayne thinks even if he were good with kids, he wouldn’t be good with this one.

That night Wayne sits out to watch the fire die before bed and wonders if maybe he wasn’t meant for a family. His own dad left before Wayne could commit his look to memory. Al and him never bonded, they could barely stand to be in the same room together. Eddie was shaping up to be the same. Of course, Wayne would take him out here as many times as he’d come along but they’d be little more than two people existing in the same space.

A heartbreaking realization but one meant for the woods. Out here Wayne was insignificant and an intruder. Just like he was in the Munson family.

When Eddie moves in for good, he’s thirteen.

Skittish and angry, he’s old enough to understand what cards he’s been dealt but not how to play them. Wayne skips his fishing trip this year because the last thing his nephew needs is someone leaving him again. Even for a weekend.

When the next trip rolls around, they’ve settled into a good thing. They’re coexisting in the same space but not like strangers, like roommates or friends. Eddie helps with the chores and even tried a paper route to help with money. They pick out meals together to sit and eat together. It’s coming along and though things are still new, Wayne feels a bit proud of himself. Maybe he’s not completely hopeless.

So they try a fishing trip. Wayne explains that this is for him, he goes every year but Eddie’s come five or six times now, it’d be a compliment to add to that number. Saying Eddie doesn’t have to fish, he doesn’t have to eat the catch, for all Wayne cares he can bring fifty books and walkman. It’s just good for them to get out in nature.

Eddie agreed, he’s not happy about it but what fourteen-year-old is happy about anything? Wayne remembers the age, he knows the feeling. While he talks less, he still complains about school and fills Wayne in on the week’s TV shows. Eddie’s fishing pole is never picked up but he takes small pleasure in stabbing hooks through worms and lighting the campfire.

Even though it’s a lie, Wayne says the hook Eddie baited caught a fish so he gets half of the credit. Wayne’s no expert in this kid stuff but he thought it earned him a smile. They head back with a few fish to toss in the freezer. On the way to the trailer, they grab a pizza for dinner and no one cries into it.

Wayne goes alone after Eddie turns sixteen.

He’s a licensed driver with friends to cart around. They’re all playing some game and he’s finally settled into a band. There's nothing worse than taking a lame fishing trip into the woods. Wayne doesn’t mind the peace and quiet. He has a funny feeling there’ll be a lot less of it in the coming months.

While out there, he happens upon a fellow camper nearby. A familiar face…almost. Wayne could place him to a school, though he’d picked the wrong one, he’d had a meeting or two with this man over grades.

Armed with the strangest survival kit Wayne had ever seen, talking about magnetic fields and the stars, it was familiar in that Wayne was lost for most of the conversation. What wasn’t familiar was the rush of excitement that came from listening. Something Wayne hadn’t felt for a long, long time.

Wayne saved him from the expired MREs he’d foolishly purchased from the War Zone. He saved Wayne from a night alone. They parted ways the next morning with a promise to get dinner, leaving Wayne feeling sixteen himself. Not the mess he should be getting in at his age but maybe it was time to live a little more. Eddie would graduate soon and be on to adventures of his own. What better time?

He finished out the trip alone, daydreaming and entertaining thoughts he’d never allow himself to back home. Eddie was missed but it was for the best he hadn’t tagged along on this one.

He was happy to return to tradition after Eddie’s senior year.

They go again after the second one.

Wayne was planning a big trip to Lake Tippecanoe for the summer because he knew this was the time it was going to stick. Eddie deserved a celebration for all his hard work. More than the usual trip, Wayne was pouring all his money into this vacation. This family vacation.

Eddie graduated. From his hospital bed. They didn’t go to any lake, Tippecanoe, or the usual. The hospital served fish sticks and that was as close as they were going to get. If either of them had any tears left, they’d shed them over the pathetic celebration but with everything they’d been through the wells were dry.

Hawkins had tried to run Eddie out of town and now stuff was happening beyond Wayne’s comprehension. For the first time in his life, he thought about moving away. At least for now, he’d stay. As long as Eddie needed these doctors who were more than willing to help, they’d stay in Hawkins.

That choice had Wayne enlisted in another war. Like the first time, he fought like hell. The victory felt real this time, something changed, an era had ended. Whatever they were up against, it lost.

And brought the government to every corner of the destroyed town. They “moved” Hawkins, giving homes to those who stayed. Wayne was put up in something that felt like a mansion in comparison to everything else he’d ever lived in. As much as he didn’t want to trust the agency that was duplicating a town like no one would notice, it was nice to have enough bedrooms and bathrooms for everyone. A garage to park the car and phone that was no doubt bugged, who could complain?

Especially once the place was filled with that god-awful music Eddie listened to (and played). He added the happy sounds of friends, something Wayne wasn’t used to but welcomed. Seeing Eddie among friends, and having a good time, after knowing the road to get here was worth losing sleep or the chance to watch the game.

It took another year before they went fishing again.

A true return to everything they’d known before. Wayne and Eddie tossed bags and gear into the back of Wayne’s truck with the same abandon as always, yet keeping the snacks safe in the cab. They argued about what to listen to and ignored that air mattresses had been added to the gear. Neither of them were fit for sleeping on the rocks and dirty these days. While Eddie was too young to make that claim, he’d more than earned it.

Eddie fought for the passenger seat, his seat. Instead, Scott Clarke climbed in. Smug and comfortable all while looking ready for a safari, he shrugged his shoulders. Nothing he could do for Eddie, this seat was his.

Behind him sat Steve Harrington, rolling his eyes and telling Eddie he wasn’t going to share the back seat with Scott. They quietly bickered and mocked Wayne and Scott for most of the ride. Leaving Wayne worried about the amount of fishing he’d get done. However, they did provide Wayne the opportunity to say some of the most important words in fatherhood “if you two don’t knock it off, I will turn this car around”.

In something better measured in decades than with the humble years, Wayne gave up the dream of a family fishing trip. He’d resigned himself to solitude and claimed it, perhaps held it a little too tight. Yet here he sat, sharing the bench seat with a science teacher he’d managed to not scare away. Their courtship was long, it was slow and a bit bizarre but they were together now. Something that’d be written off as roommates but was so much more.

Behind them sat two kids, neither were Wayne’s in the biological sense but no one was splitting hairs here. A nephew and a nephew-in-law, just as good as a car full of sons and daughters. They fought, begged to stop, and punched each other at the thought of a Volkswagen. They ate too much candy, worked Wayne’s last nerve, and refused to help in any manual labor. Though Steve tried hard to impress, he was easily led astray.

Seeing them around the fire, hot dogs on sticks, and laughing loudly with Scott healed Wayne in a way fish never could. Maybe he didn’t need peaceful solitude. The woods had been a great escape all these years but he’d have a blast at the DMV in this company.

Poles never made it in the water but trails were hiked, sunsets were watched, and two newish couples grew closer. A little family found itself and settled into something real on that trip. If Wayne shed a few tears into the burger he ate on the dark drive home, they were the happy sort.

The next year they took a real vacation.

Graceland, the Grand Ole Opry, and far too much Jack Daniels. Sure, they couldn’t be as close as they could in the middle of nowhere with only squirrels and deer as witnesses but they had separate rooms. The hotel had a pool though Wayne and Scott preferred the hot tub.

For five days they wore smiles. Ear to ear, make their cheeks tired smiles. They learned Scott burns even when not in direct sunlight and Steve sings a lot when drunk. Not one of them could handle spicy food but only Eddie was willing to push through the pain, torturing himself for nothing.

With enough photos next to tourist traps to fill multiple albums, they drove how talking about needing a vacation to recover from their vacation. Sharing complaints and exhaustion showed Eddie and Steve had left their teenage years behind them. They were both too young to be complaining about being tired but Wayne was proud of the men they were so he wasn’t going to stop them.

Two years later, they loaded up the truck again.

This time with everything Eddie and Steve owned. It was cheaper than a Uhaul and Steve and Eddie’s rigs were already weighed down. Scott came along for moral support on the long drive to Chicago.

Steve decided to try his hand at college and he and Eddie were the city type anyway. It was a matter of time. They were bigger than Hawkins, new or old. For Wayne, it was home. For them, a stepping stone.

Wayne didn’t speak the entire way back to Hawkins. Despite the empty bed, the truck felt heavier. Life was changing in big ways and there was nothing in any of the wisdom parents tried to impart when Wayne took Eddie in that helped this moment go down any easier.

Once home, Wayne went to bed. He left Scott to find his own supper. The day was exhausting in a way Wayne didn’t know how to cope with. Rather than drown the thoughts, he slept.

Six months later Scott surprised him with a trip to a lakeside cabin.

Except it didn’t feel the same anymore. Who could catch fish without two shitheads behind them seeing which brand of liquor makes the biggest flame or pelting each other with pinecones? It seemed appropriate that despite all his efforts, Wayne didn’t catch a thing.

He enjoyed the time with Scott and wished it could be something bigger, something more suited to his interests. No matter how much the man insisted he loved the trips, Wayne always felt a bit of guilt that they weren’t going to a museum or some kind of lecture.

It was cruel to find family only a few short years before it was gone but Wayne wasn’t alone. Steve and Eddie still came to visit, they called weekly and sometimes begged them to come to Chicago. They were still family, just spread out a little further.

At sixty-five, Wayne bought the cabin on the lake.

Retirement came later than he wanted given he didn’t need to work, it was had to figure out what would fill his nights if not a job. Wayne clung to routine but his body said it was time to give it rest. Scott finished the school year and four months later the cabin was theirs.

Eddie came out to celebrate the loss of job and the housewarming. Steve sent his love but he’d nabbed his first teaching job and didn’t want to request time off so soon into the year. Plus his best friend was dangerously close to her due date. He didn’t want to be too far when his daughter came into the world.

It meant Eddie wasn’t staying for long and kept himself near a phone, ready to leave at a moment's notice. Still, he dragged Wayne out to the end of their boat dock with a six-pack and two fishing poles. Before the line hit the water, Eddie spewed every worry in his head. Begging for advice, desperate to be half the parent Wayne was.

They talked for hours, watching the moon swap places with the sun. Scott brought them jackets, blankets, and coffee but otherwise left them be. This was something for the two of them. Wayne offered all the advice he had but admitted he didn’t have a clue how to raise a kid. He didn’t when Eddie showed up and he was just as confused now.

Wayne’s “granddaughter” was kind enough to give them the planned weekend. No fish were caught and Wayne hugged Eddie a little tighter when he left, their family was getting bigger. Scott promised they’d be up as soon as Eddie and Steve were ready to have visitors. Everyone cried a little but the weekend had been emotional.

When his granddaughter was three, she came fishing for the first time.

She was about to become a big sister and Steve and Eddie thought it was best she had something cool just for her. Life was about to be shared now and it was going to be tough for everyone. These moments became that much more important.

With a tiny rod from some big box store two towns over and a tiny life jacket, Wayne took his granddaughter out on the lake in the morning and at dusk. She was quiet and patient and just watched the water lap against the boat for the first day.

By the third day, she was on the dock waiting for Wayne. He didn’t move as fast as he used to and watching her endless energy made him miss youth a bit. With a lot of help from Wayne, she “caught” a small little fish. Just enough to bother cooking, which Scott did with the force of a gourmet chef.

He served her the fresh catch (they were both on diets for cholesterol and their heart) and watched as she excitedly dug into the thing. Eating every bite with pride, talking about how delicious it was. A word that had to be new with how much she was using it. When she was done she went and grabbed her fishing pole so she could get seconds.

The time was precious but brief. Scott and Wayne made the trip to Chicago to take her home, together they all met her new sister. They took a family picture in the living room which Steve developed in an 8x10 and sent it along with a few regular-sized ones. Eddie’s hair was graying and Wayne started to see the resemblance Scott always talked about.

Steve wore glasses and didn’t have much in the way of hearing but neither was his age. They looked exhausted and happy in a way only new parents are afforded. Scott and Wayne looked far too grandparent for Wayne’s liking. Reality hit him hard with one picture. Which was framed and hung over the mantel. Who needs to brag about their fishing, this was what Wayne was proud of.

Two years later Eddie and Scott sat together on the dock.

The silence at the cabin was impossible to bear but there was nothing to say out here either. The urn between Scott and Eddie said everything they couldn’t right now. Both of them sat there, a hand placed on the cold metal. Working up the courage to really say goodbye.

Scott hadn’t said a word since the call no one wanted to get. Come now, it won’t be long. It was the last time Eddie heard him say anything. He even cried in silence. This destroyed Scott in a way that Eddie hoped to never experience. Far too many things had become painfully real in the last few months for Eddie. This was the hammer dropping all the way.

He was going to have to carry on for the rest of his life without Wayne. There was his own family, which was going to expand again, but their son wouldn’t even get to know Wayne. Only through stories and pictures. Eddie didn’t know how he was going to keep going. No amount of knowing the day was coming made it any easier or allowed him to feel any less lost. He still had Scott, for which he was thankful, but they both knew it wouldn’t be the same.

When Steve showed up a couple of days later, wanting to give Eddie some much-needed time, he convinced Scott to move to Chicago. He’d be closer to the kids and they could help him if needed. Thanks to the government hush money, they could keep the cabin and Steve promised they’d spend every summer out there. He wanted his kids to experience this place and he didn’t want to let Wayne’s memory die. This was his house. His memory lived on here.

Eddie almost couldn’t pull out of the driveway when it came time to leave. Once that cabin was out of view things became final in a way he didn’t want to let them. Eventually, Steve had to push into the driver’s seat and take over. Eddie cried the whole way back to Chicago.

When their son was four years old, Eddie took him to grandpa Wayne’s cabin.

No one else, just him and his youngest child. He and Steve wanted a couple more but Robin tapped out. Eddie couldn’t blame her, it didn’t seem the least bit fun. They were thankful for every one they had. Eternally thankful they were given a chance.

He’d taken this trip with all his kids. A special outing with no one else. Steve took them to baseball games. Truthfully, both seemed insufferable but this wasn’t about fun. It was undivided attention and tradition. Generations of Munsons had done this and Eddie wasn’t about to let that stop with him.

One of their last times out here, Wayne talked about fishing with his granddad and how those were his favorite moments with the man. Eddie couldn’t say the same but his trips with Wayne were important. Never the best moments but the big moments. There was something about the woods that let them say and do things they wouldn’t otherwise.

Whatever it was for his children, Eddie hoped they got something out of it. At worst, it was a connection to their roots. It was around that fire pit that the oral history of the Munson family was kept alive. They’d have to suffer through the same stories just like Eddie did. Because one day Eddie wasn’t going to be here anymore and they were going to cling to those stories and that fire pit and some smelly old jacket.

His song had about as much interest in fishing as he did. It was their oldest who truly loved it. When they came as a family she tried to teach the little ones and Eddie knew he had a few years before she was yelling at him for his form and impatience.

Eddie didn’t fuss too much about the actual fishing though. They splashed the water and laughed about farts, they had their fun and ate all the food Steve told them they couldn’t. All the fish were safe but they did break the swing in the front yard.

It was hard not to think about having grandchildren and wanting to see them out on this lake. Decked out in life jackets and water wings while Steve whines about the quality of the water making the fish taste funny.

Some things change but Eddie hoped this was something that stayed the same for generations further out than he could think of. If there was anything they should strive to be, Wayne Munson was it. Whatever magic he thought was imparted through this hobby, Eddie wasn’t going to argue with. There was never any use arguing with Wayne. He was the reason Eddie was who he was, the reason he was able to be the parent he was. So it was worth pretending to fish for a weekend. For Wayne.

#i was writing several other things and this took over me #granted i clearly didn't know how to end-end it #it's also sad guys #i had a lot of emotions #it just got a quick onces over so ignore typos #enjoy it????? #i'm going to go lie down

[pupcuck]

LOVEY-DOVEY !

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. ddlg, daddy dom/little girl duhh, leon feeling guilty for no reason, age gap, princess parts used once, an abundance of pet names, honestly just icky sappy smut, typical stuff like penetration n oral, praise kink

note. haiii :3 so insanely embarrassed to post this it’s insanely icky and soft for me .. but ignore typos as always :333 rbs n feedback greatly appreciated :33 crossposted on my ao3 clitkiss as usual, this is like very.. ddlg like he dresses u at one point but it’s only mentioned briefly

stocking filler

You and Leon are trying something new. Now, he’s no stranger to it, his moonlight trysts with Pornhub show that he’s an expert at it in fact. But that was back in his late twenties. Op in Spain made his brain go funny, and maybe it’s ‘cause Ashley is the perfect subject for it - DDLG that is. She batted her lashes up at, clung to his arms, and she needed him, relied on him. In turn, he spent his days balls deep in videos like Daddy’s Little Girl Punished For Staying Up Past 8 PM, and even classier ones like Big Cock Daddy Fucks Tiny Tit Teen Girlfriend Till She Squirts (ANAL + THROATFUCKING)! Even the occasional Step-Daughter Chokes On Step-Daddy’s Fat Cock While Mommy Sleeps! Very tasteful, very nuanced, very discreet. So yeah, not to brag, but Leon’s kind of a porn connoisseur. Dabbled in every category.

The DDLG thing got boxed up and shelved away quick. Made him feel guilty, post-nut clarity set in the second he’d milked himself dry. Then he’d lay there for hours with a sticky palm and a heavy heart. Hasn’t thought about it in years, these days Leon’s more into Busty Dom Mommy Pegs Scrawny, Ugly, Sissy Slut In Business Suit! and if he’s really feeling up for it Stupid Fucking Bitch Takes Two Dicks At Once! The titular bitch actually only took one dick at a time despite the two dicks present, quite misleading in his humble opinion. No more creepy daddy stuff though. Those days are over; he hasn’t thought about it in twenty years give or take. Claire sent him this ‘Get porn sites taken down for women blah blah blah’ petition, he signed it, clicked out of the tab and got down to watching some silly slut get fucked within an inch of her life.

It’s more of a boredom thing. Honest. Leon watches porn to fill in gaps of space throughout his day; he nods his head thoughtfully when the man so affectionately titled Blue-Collar Bear slams into the Preppy Spoiled Twink. This is all getting away from him, the point is, Leon hasn’t thought about the dreaded topic of DDLG for literal decades. Then you walk in, and Leon’s sat there listening to you prattle on about Pompompurin and Chococat, an entire lineup of characters that he now knows off by heart.

Oh, is that right, sweetheart? Cinnamoroll’s a puppy, not a bunny? Wow, I didn’t know that, baby, fascinating ain’t it? Miffy‘s from the Netherlands, god, she’s gotta be careful over there in Amsterdam, honey. They don’t call that place Sin City for no reason, the red light district is no joke. Oh, I see, she’s from Utrecht? Ah, guess she’s safe then, I’m glad. What’s her name? That’s your favourite, Cogimyun? That’s a mouthful, ain’t it? She looks like a cloud. No? She's not? She’s a what-? Made of wheat flour? Oh! Well, that’s real funny, baby. Bet she don’t do well on windy days.

You don’t tell him outright. But he knows. Leon tries to tell himself that you’re just like this, that you buy cutesy, girly stickers to make yourself happy, that you fill his bedroom with soft toys ‘cause you simply like ‘em, turn them around when you fuck as a joke. But it’s clear, the headspace you’re left in after sex gives it away, haven’t let the D word slip so far, Leon’s banking on it being soon though.

He pets your head before you leave the house one day, you beam up at him, apples of your cheeks rounded with how hard you're smiling. “Love you, daddy!” You chirp all too loudly, jaw dropping open a moment later at your own blunder. Then you skitter out the front door unnervingly like a deer with CWD.

Called it. Made a bet on it even. Leon takes fifty out of his savings account, owes it to himself. You looked awful upset, he sends you a message, tells you to be safe, text him when you meet your friends. You do. Somehow, even the message is clipped. Poor baby, you’re embarrassed. The colour had drained from his face when you said it. You’d noticed for sure.

You’re younger than him, much younger. Too many years younger. An age gap that makes his head spin. Leon tries not to dwell on it, but it gets real hard. Claire’s always down his throat about it. When you go out in public together, he’ll sneak a hand in your back pocket and get stared down by every passer-by. He’s been asked if he’s your dad before. Blow to his ego. Considered botox and filler for the entirety of the following week. Certainly not your dad, possibly your daddy. Now you’ve cemented that in place - you want Leon to be your daddy, and he’ll fill those shoes.

Even if it leaves a bad taste on his tongue, even if it makes his skin crawl. Leon is willing to lay down his life for you half of the time, best thing that ever happened to him, so what harm is a little DDLG gonna do? He just needs to get comfortable with it, refamiliarise himself with all the lingo. How hard could it be? The guilt? He can get over it, even if it clings to him like a festering scab.

When you come back home it’s late, he barely hears your footsteps. You’ve learnt how to make yourself scarce when returning on late nights, Leon’s a light sleeper. A jumpy one at that. He smells jasmine when you pull back the covers, the mattress dips and he turns to face you.

“Fuck!” You gasp, brows pinched together, he runs his thumb over the divot that’s formed between them. “You scared me, Leon.”

“Not that ugly am I?” He juts his bottom lip out, it pulls a laugh out of you, and that makes him smile. You were emanating gloom and doom the second you stepped into the bedroom. Clear skies now.

“Never, you’re sooo handsome.” You kiss the tip of his nose, smear pink Vaseline on it.

“You know just what I wanna hear, don’t you, baby?” Apart from daddy. He’d make the joke, but you’d likely flip out. Leon shuts his mouth. He’s gotten better at doing that lately. Must be the effect you’ve had on him. “Baby?”

“Yes?”

“About today—“

“Leon.” It’s a warning.

“Baby.”

“Leon.” Clearly you want to brush it under the rug. “It was just a slip-up, I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, so can we just drop it?” Uh, woah, someone’s defensive.

“Baby, it didn’t make me uncomfortable,” Leon strokes your cheek, his cold hands warmed by the heat of your dewy skin. It made him mildly uncomfortable. That’s ‘cause he grapples with all these I’m a dirty old man that deserves to be crucified, Claire’s right I’m a fucking cradlerobber, I should let her go, I’ll be dead by the time she’s ready to get married thoughts. You’re this pretty young thing and it makes him tremendously nervous.

“I saw your face, Leon, I’m not stupid.” You’re getting huffy now, fluffing the pillows and turning away from him.

“Babe, I was just surprised, pinky promise.” Leon sticks his pinky finger into your line of sight, there’s silence, then the sheets ruffle and you’ve lifted your hand, shorter pinky wrapping around his.

“Like, pinky swear, Leon?” You sound so small, so scared, his heart aches.

“Baby,” he coos, “light of my life, angel, apple of my fuckin’ eye, sugar, dollface,” you hang onto every word, eyes getting bigger and wider by the second, “I knew the minute you showed me those Sylvanian Families.” You smack his chest and he laughs in your face.

“You’re an asshole and I hate you so much.” When he touches your cheek again, you’re burning up, he places a kiss behind your ear. “Stupid old man.”

“C’mon, baby, you think I’m dumb? You gave them names.” The Persian Cat triplets are named Serena, Nate and Blair. From Gossip Girl of course, he didn’t know what that was. Tedious is his review. Leon thought Henry, Tommy and Jimmy were more fitting names. You didn’t understand the reference. “You buy ‘em little plates and forks and cups, they’re living better than us, baby.” And that’s a fact. You splurged on a Red Roof Country House. Far nicer than his apartment, once empty, now filled with junk like that. No, it’s not junk, it’s his baby’s stuff, trinkets that make her happy.

“What if I just liked them?” You’re glaring at him, cutely of course, everything you do is saccharine.

“Just adds up, don’t it?” Leon gives you a big, wet kiss on your pouty lips. Tastes roses. Literally. He just swallowed a bunch of pink Vaseline. “What I wanted to say ‘fore you got all pissy on me,” he swallows the lump in his throat, fuck it, how bad could it go, he’s just making his favourite girl happy, “I don’t mind tryin’ it out.”

Rules are implemented the following morning, albeit loosely. Leon doesn’t have a lot of control over things, the DSO has jurisdiction over him, got him by the balls. And in turn, Leon’s just learnt how to take it like a good bitch. You handed him a pink glitter pen and a page from your Hello Kitty notebook. Asked him so sweetly to make a general set of rules, so you know how to be a good girl for daddy. Leon sprung a boner so fast he got nauseous. And that’s not even the sex part of this arrangement. He uses his black ballpoint pen, pink glitter isn’t his thing. Plus, it doesn’t show up on the paper.

You giggle when he hands them over to you; Leon’s ears flush pink. He’ll get better at it, swear. He wants to do well for you. Wants you to feel satisfied with his quote caregiving unquote.

It starts off slow, you hand him your toothbrush in the morning, Leon blinks at you in pure and utter befuddlement. You say Ah! like you would at the dentist and he gets it. Leon sits you on the closed lid of the toilet seat, making sure to get your molars, your canines, front teeth, and all the remaining ones. Five seconds each. Or he tries at least. You’re quite meticulous in this headspace, letting out a disgruntled noise when he fails to be precise.

Then you sit on the mat while he showers, like a puppy, didn’t even notice you were there until he opened the sliding door. “Hi there, babydoll.” Leon wraps a towel around his waist, “whatcha doin’ down there?”

“Waiting for daddy.” You tell him plainly, then trail after him as he gets ready. Right. He’s gotta pick out your clothes. What if you don’t like them? You’re so fussy with your style, spend hours tossing piece after piece out of the wardrobe, stomp your feet when the blouse you wanted to wear is in the laundry. Right now, you’re totally placid, lifting your arms when he asks as he puts you in a ribbed pink sweater and the frilly skirt you’re so fond of, knee high socks per usual, Mary Janes to finish it off. Oh. Yeah. This is bad. He’s in deep. You’re too cute. He thinks he wants to be your daddy forever.

“My dad’s been wanting to see you, Leon.” Ashley’s all grown up now, which makes him feel a bit sappy. Hypocritical really, he’s got a college girl back at home calling him daddy.

Dad… Daddy, I love you, when are you coming home?

Leon blinks to clear his mind, gives Ashley a plastic smile. “How’s he been?”

“Oh, you know how it is, he got a little sick over Halloween, but that guy, he’s always up and kicking.” Ashley brings a vanity out of her pocket, reapplies her lipstick. “Overall, he’s been good.”

Good girl, am I a good girl, daddy?

Jesus Christ, get a grip, man. “I’m glad, should take a rest that guy.”

“I know!” Ashley moves her plate to the side and lays out her entire makeup case on the table, picking out mascara. When he looks closely, her round mirror is printed with a vaguely familiar cartoon bunny. “He never listens, hasn’t been President for decades and he just works and works and works. That’s why you should call, tell him to take it easy.”

“What’s her name?” Leon frowns, jabs his thumb towards the compact.

“My Melody!” She answers, grinning at him with her pearly whites.

My Melody, Kitty, Keroppi, and Mimi, did you write that down, daddy? And there’s—

“Aren’t you too old for that, Ash?” Leon raises his brow, he’s not serious though, and she can tell.

“Hey, I liked Sanrio before it was cool in 2004, okay?” She tosses it all back in her clutch. Ashley’s too nice, if it were Claire she’d bite back with Aren’t you too old for your girlfriend, loser? And that would shut him up. “It was nice seeing you, Leon, I wanna meet your girlfriend next time, she seems sweet. And don’t forget to call dad, I’ll drop his number later.”

Call dad… Daddy? Daddy.

“Leon, don’t you think Chris looks like our dad?” Claire’s hijacked the DSO break room once again, she’s in town for some TerraSave presentation thingy. He wasn’t listening. Eyes glassed over as he gazes endlessly at her phone screen.

Dad. Dada. Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy.

“Huh?” Leon says dumbly.

Claire levels him with her stare. “You’ve been out of it today, what’s up?”

“Nothing.” He shrugs nonchalantly, wipes his clammy palms on his jeans. “Just didn’t sleep well.”

“Uh huh.” Claire’s not convinced. Shit. She totally knows. She sees right through you, Leon. She knows what dirty shit you’ve been up to, can see the shame on your face, and she’s building her case against you. “Anyway,” she begins, voice holding onto it’s suspicious edge, “I was saying, I found this photo album of our parents, doesn’t Chris look so much like dad?”

Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Fuck. He needs a lobotomy. Stat. This is taking over his fucking life. A sizable chunk of his brain was removed in his sleep, and it’s been replaced by pink mushy goo. Different to the pinkish brain matter that resides inside one’s head. More a glittery pink goop that morphs into the shape of you. You’re jumping around in there, sliding down the sulci and fissures in his brain, lodging yourself deep in his mind. Making it your playground.

“You’re fucking impossible to talk to, Leon. You know that?” What’d you say Claire? He can’t hear you over the impossibly disgusting, perverted thoughts running through his mind.

The second he gets home, Leon is on you. Face between your tits, knee keeping your thighs open, kissing you breathless. “Daddy!” You giggle, delighted by the wave of affection.

“Babydoll,” Leon rubs his stubble against your cheeks to hear you squeal, “Daddy missed you so much.”

“I missed daddy sooo much too!”

“Oh, yeah? How much did you miss daddy?”

You stretch your arms as wide as they go. “This much, daddy!” Fuck. Holy fucking shit. He needs to start going to weekly mass again.

“Yeah?” Leon peppers kisses all over your little face, forehead to your neck, “what’d ya get up to?”

“Mmm,” you hum, tapping a finger against your lip thoughtfully, “coloured, ate ‘n got sleepy, daddy.”

“What an eventful day that is, baby.” Leon kisses your nose. “You colour something for daddy?” He needs to put his dick in you before he explodes.

“Mhm,” your lashes flutter when he sneaks a hand up your loose sweater, hanging off your shoulders, swallowing you up, “I put it in daddy’s office…” Your breath hitches when he rolls your pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Daddy’s gonna hang it on the fridge tonight then.” Leon mumbles, too busy shoving his naughty hand down your pyjama shorts, cupping your mound. Your fingers tremble as you lift the hem of your sweater, baring your tits for him, he takes your nipple into his mouth. Bites down to hear you gasp. Latches on like a damn baby, groping the other tit roughly.

“Daddy,” you whimper, and the sound alone makes his dick twitch. Leon pulls off with a pop, spit dripping down his chin.

“I know, baby,” Leon coos, “daddy’s gonna take care of you.” Dirty old man! blares Claire’s voice in the back of his mind. Leon can’t find it in himself to care. Watch this, bitch. “You want daddy to play with your princess parts, babydoll?” You heard that right, princess parts. He’s been sucked in that deep.

You nod, brows pinched together as you bunch up the sheets in your curled fists. Leon clicks his tongue, presses a kiss below your belly button. “Words, baby.” He reminds you, his tone delicate, only lightly chiding.

“Need daddy… need him to play with me,” it’s barely a mumble, but Leon takes it. He knows how jumbled your head gets in this mindset. Poor baby, play with your clit and it turns you all stupid.

Leon gets to work. He’s been waiting for it all day, to get his mouth on this perfect cunt. He spreads you out, urges you to go wider, as far as you can. Licks over the fabric of your cotton panties, his nose nestled against your swollen clit, sucking on the wet patch on the gusset. The constant nudge of his nose against your clit is making you antsy, your chest rises and falls, your fingers itch to tug at his hair, but you’re an obedient girl so you keep them down by your sides. Clutch at the sheets till your nails break.

He continues to lick and suck at your leaky centre through the fabric for an eternity. You have your complaints, but you can’t say no to daddy. That’s, like, against the rules. So Leon has his fun, maybe a little too much fun. You let out a strained noise, and enough is enough, you’re being so good for him, so patient. His little girl deserves a treat. Once you’ve creamed your panties that is.

“God,” you toss your head back and melt when his tongue flattens over your bare folds, he’d thrown your panties into the laundry basket a minute prior, good aim.

“Hey, give me some credit, baby,” Leon takes a break from tongueing you down, “God’s not doing shit down here, it’s all your daddy.”

That makes you giggle. Then you call out daddy so sweetly his brain blanks. He spits on your sticky core, you’re wet enough, but Leon likes it sloppy, wants to feel your mess dripping down his chin. His teeth scrape your clit, pulls the hood back, kitten licks it, kisses it three times for good luck.

“Don’t cover your mouth, baby,” Leon places a big hand on your hip, holds you in place, “Daddy didn’t say you could do that.”

“Sorry… ‘M sorry, daddy,” you whine, the hand once clasped over your mouth falling limp, and you’re moaning like a fucking pornstar. He can’t handle it. That word does something to him, something evil and degenerate.

He pushes your cushiony lips together, pinches your clit when it sticks out, makes the nastiest sounds known to mankind. Messy eater. Schlurping, schmacking, gulping. What he’s gulping down? God knows. Two fingers slip into you, knuckle-deep, wriggle around, scissor you open, his palm mashed into your clit. Leon’s face is resting on your plush thigh, admiring his own handiwork. Your slick cunt, drooling all down his wrist, covered his face in it, now you're cumming in messy spurts.

“Atta girl,” Leon croons, lays it on thick with the praise ‘cause he knows you get shy about this, “that’s right, dollface, just let it all out for, daddy, huh?”

Panting, you curl into yourself, kick your legs a little when his nimble fingers find your sticky clit, he can feel you throbbing. “No more, daddy.” You beg, rubbed raw from the back-to-back orgasms.

“Too much, baby?” Leon’s hand comes to cop a feel, his nose pressing into the nape of your neck. “Can you get daddy off?”

The energy seems to zap back into you within an instant. You nod, head bobbing up and down like it should be doing on his dick. You love having your mouth full, keep his cock down your throat till you go numb. Suckle on it with pride and integrity. You gaze up at him with those eyes, heart-shaped pupils and all, blowjob eyes.

“How’d you want daddy?” Leon asks, you roll over, laying flat on your back, you want him like that? Alright, naughty girl. With your head between his meaty thighs, Leon guides his weeping tip past your swollen lips, you lap at the slit, collecting droplets of his precum on your tongue.

“Shit,” Leon gets out through gritted teeth, covers it with a cough, he shouldn’t really be saying bad words, not setting a good example for his baby. The suction is crazy, feels like he stuck his dick into the tube of a vacuum cleaner. Your cheeks hollow out as he thrusts his hips forwards, tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag each time. Still take it like a champ though. You always do, his good fucking girl. “Doin’ so damn well, baby, makin’ daddy cum.”

Your little hand comes to rest on his abdomen, Leon eases up, lets his fat cock slip out of your mouth, he thinks you’ve had enough, but you go for his balls instead. Open your mouth wide as you try to fit ‘em in your mouth. “No chance, baby.” Leon smiles, patting your head, you lick along the seam and his dick is fucking throbbing. Hail fucking Mary. “Not gonna last, babydoll, can daddy fuck you now or ya need a break?”

You nod, he raises a brow, “No, daddy, I’m fine, daddy. Need daddy in me so bad.” You croak out, throat sore from the time spent with his cock lodged in your windpipe.

That makes him groan. The non-explicit dirty talk is fuckin’ weird, turns him on in ways he can’t explain. He loves when you avoid saying the word pussy, can’t say cock, makes it sound even dirtier. Maybe it’s the control aspect. You can’t say those words ‘cause daddy said so, ‘cause Leon said so.

His dick jumps the second he tries to slide in, bumps against your sensitive clit, shit, that hasn’t happened since he was twenty. Leon grabs your ankles, kisses one before he throws them over his shoulders, uses one hand to guide his dick to your sloppy hole and the other is intertwined with your smaller one. Tender, sappy, sweet. Oh, don’t make him tear up, princess. With age he’s softened up. For you Leon has softened up. Brought back part of who he was before it all went wrong.

“My pretty girl,” he pets your cheek like he does the neighbour’s well-fed cat, and you lean into it all the same. He fills you up so well. No matter how much Leon plays with your pussy, there’s always a stretch, and he can tell by the look on your face. Nose scrunching, lips parting, letting out a sharp breath as the weight of his cock knocks against your cervix. “All done, baby.” Leon tells you, and you open your eyes, sit up on your elbows to see where the two of you meet in a sticky, squelching embrace. “Well done, baby, you’re such a big girl, takin’ all of daddy, aren’t you?” Leon presses his hand down on your lower tummy, his cock angles upwards so he can hit that spongy spot deep inside, the one that makes you sob. “Is it there?”

The cry you let out is the confirmation he needs. He bullies his cock into you, fucks you rough ‘cause he loves you. Making love is for mornings, when you’re sleepy and pliant, nasty fucking is for after work. When he’s pent up, when you’ve been on his mind all day. Leon pulls out, only his tip keeping your cunt spread open, then he slams back in, and you begin to sniffle, squeezing his hand so tight you cut off his blood circulation.

“Daddy,” You drop his hand, nails clawing down his back, his lonely hand suffering from a severe case of pins and needles, “daddy, daddy, daddy— oh, daddy!” It’s the only thing you can say. Stuffed your cunt and your head is full of him too. Leon adores you. Prettiest girl in the whole world and you’re here speared on his cock. Dexterous fingers find your clit once more, helping you reach the edge.

“You can do it, baby, don’t worry, daddy’s here.” Leon dips his head down, kisses you and swallows up your sounds, stringy spit keeping the two of you connected. Red string of fate or whatever. “Daddy’s right here, daddy loves you.”

All it took was the L word, and you’re squirting. Pushing his cock out, dripping down his heavy balls, digging your nails into his back, chanting daddy like your life depends on it. And Leon can’t take it, he’s been ready to bust the second he got home, his stomach contracts, spills his seed into your wet cunt. Messy just how he likes it.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Leon lets his full weight drop on top of you.

You grunt softly, “Heavy, daddy.”

“Yeah, I know, gimme a second.” Leon grumbles, teeth tugging on your earlobe. “How’d you rate me? Five stars? Ten out of ten?”

You yawn into his hair, “Stop bein’ silly, daddy.”

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strawberry | John Price

summary: price gets you to use your safe word

warnings: rough sex, choking, biting, spanking, overstimulation, public oral (male receiving), slapping(mentions of blood). just like really aggressive John until the end where we get soft core John, not edited bc of how much I wrote so, ignore and possible typos PLZ

Price was always pretty rough with you during sex. but never enough to make you cry like he did tonight. he was a whole new person, new man. and all it took was the teasing at dinner with his family to set him off.

it started off light. pulling your dress down in the car, showing off the top of your boobs. of course, you played dumb, apologizing and saying 'I didn't know'. at first he had fallen for it, saying he wouldn't mind if you kept it that way. but then, you got more bold and cocky. under the dinner table, your hand found its place on his pants, right where his dick rested so peacefully. his eyes that were once on the menu were now on your innocent ones. "is everything alright?" his mother asked. John smiled and nodded, a small chuckle leaving his lips. "yes she just looks so pretty tonight doesn't she? cant keep my eyes off her." he smiled, looking back down at you.

the rest of the dinner you got progressively more cocky. to the point his dick was now out, resting in your warm hand. his parents talked about John's passion for the military, how he'd been dedicated to it his whole life. all while your hand played with his tip, squeezing it ever so gently. his hand was quick to find your thigh, gripping it firmly. thankfully, the cloth was enough to cover his lower half and yours, but the thrill of it all was still very much there. when the waiter had came by, you smoothly let his girth go, using the table cloth to cover his hard on. you smirked at the tiny wet circle that appeared onto the cloth right where his tip was.

when his parents were deep into the menu, the waiter helping them with choosing what to eat, John leaned down to your ear and whispered, "keep this up I promise you'll regret it. don't test me lovie." he smiled down at you before turning back to his parents. you pressed your thighs together, smiling softly to yourself. this was exactly what you wanted from him.

his dick remained out for the rest of the dinner, your hand occasionally reaching down and giving it a firm grab, surprising him each time. by the time dinner was done, he had come close to finishing at least 3 times, always flicking your hand away. he was good at keeping his moans and groans suppressed (public sex was something you both had often), but when he'd cum that was a whole different situation.

"well it was lovely seeing you both tonight. we should do this more often." you smiled to his parents as John tried to put his throbbing dick back into his pants. "it was. thank you for inviting us out. hopefully next time we do meet you both will tell us your pregnant." his mom winked, standing from the table. you blushed and looked at John who's eyes were already staring at you. " who knows mom. you might get lucky real soon." he said, his eyes remaining on yours.

the car ride was silent. you were excited but also a bit nervous about what he had in store. of course, you had a feeling it would be nothing short of amazing. "I had fun with your parents." you said as he pulled to a red light. he shifted his whole body to you, tilting his head to the side. "really? seems you had too much fucking fun." he said, his deep voice suddenly turning into a threatening tone. you shifted in your seat, a proud smile still plastered across your face. "I did. you didnt?" you asked innocently, batting your eye lashes.

before he could respond the light turned green. he shifted back to his original position, driving off quickly. his driving got you both home within 10 minuets, and he was quick to get out the car, slamming the door behind him. he walked over to your side, opening the door and helping you out. it was dark outside, about 9:30 at night. the only light that lit the street was the porch lights on each house.

when he had helped you out fully, he quickly dragged you to the front of the car, shoving you down. you gasped at the pain of your knees and the cement, looking up at him. " John that fucking-" his hand came crashing across your face, gripping your chin so you'd look back up at him. "think I fucking care after that shit you pulled at dinner?" he growled, his grip on your chin growing firmer. you looked up at him, smiling innocently. " I was just having fun tho." you said softly, fingers playing with the ends of his pants.

he growled and let your face go, going to his pants buckle while keeping eye contact. "wanna play silly little games like that, okay. lets play." he gripped your hair at the top of your head, forcing your head back. you gasped at the sudden tug, biting your lip at the same time. "open." he said, gripping his dick with his other hand, jerking it off in front of you. "but captain were outside" you smirked, only teasing him more. "stop fucking playing with me. open your goddam mouth." he growled, tugging your hair. you whimpered at the pain, but ultimately opened your mouth. he wasted no time shoving his dick down your throat, your hands immediately going to his thighs to keep balance.

" s..shit. this what you wanted, hm? just needed my dick down your fucking throat." he growled, pulling his hips back before moving them back onto your face. you were unable to even say anything, but the way you nodded slowly as best you could, he smiled down at you. it was so thrilling, getting your face fucked outside in public. the way he looked down at you with such admiration, his dick repeatedly hitting the back of your throat, just to slide back out again.

he pulled your head back a bit more, your head resting on the front bumper of the car now. that same hand rested onto the car hood, his other on your shoulder. "g..gonna fuck that throat faster. bet you want that huh?" he groaned, his hips moving faster. his head fell back, grip on your shoulder tightening. to be honest, John had never gone this far with face fucking. he was pretty gentle when it came to head. sex, no, but when you gave him head it was never something that he forced upon you or was super rough with. he let you take your time, breaks whenever you needed. he was patient. but not tonight and it was definitely something you had to get used to.

your drool practically poured out your mouth, his dick slippery with your saliva. the mix of his pre cum and your saliva made it even easier for his throat to slide down your throat, and it was a feeling he wanted to keep on feeling. tears poured out your eyes the more rough he got with you, mascara running down your cheeks. and he loved it. "look do fucking gorgeous like this love. wanna fuck your face more." he moaned, watching his dick and a fuck ton of saliva come from your mouth as he pulled his dick out, sliding it back in to watch it all pool at the corners of your lips.

to be honest, it was a bit much. again, it was something neither of you had really experienced before. and as much as you tried to relax your throat, it was pretty hard because of how fast and rough he was getting. but when he whimpered out your name, head falling forward, mouth slightly agape, you couldnt give up. "gonna cum baby.. gonna cum down that tight fucking throat." he moaned, his had that was once on your shoulder cupping your cheek. you squeezed your eyes shut, whimpering around his dick. his body jerked forward, his body falling forward onto the hood of the car, his cum shooting down your throat.

he gasped, strained groans leaving him, his hips giving you small thrusts. "t-thats it baby.. fucking swallow.. all of it." he groaned, breathing heavily above you. you tried your best to swallow it all, only a bit seeping out of your lips. he slowly slid his dick out, strings of saliva, cum or even both connecting you both. shoving his soaked dick back in his pants, he looked down at you. your jaw hurt, lips too. you looked up at him, chest heaving up and down. "get the fuck up." he said, gripping your arm and pulling you up into his chest. he gdragged you to the front door, quickly opening the door and shoving you inside.

you had tripped, but ultimately kept your balance. his keys were thrown onto the mail table as he flicked the light on, making quick movements towards you. saliva was still smeared across your face, his cum too. but to say he cared would be a lie. his lips pressed firmly against yours, his tongue sliding in easily, his hand pressed to the back of your neck while his other gripped your ass. "couch. now" he said against your lips. you stumbled backwards, quickly making your way to the couch. despite your stumbling he walked towards you slowly, his head tilted to the side a small smirk plastered along his face. he loved the shy, kinda shocked version of you. he ate it up every time.

"wait." he said as you got to the couch. he walked in front of you, sitting down on the couch. he leaned back, man spreading before patting his lap. "lay." was all he said, eyes staring up at you. you hesitated but did as he asked, laying across his lap. he sighed, hand gripping your calf before moving his hand up your leg. "been so good for me so far. gonna keep being good?" he asked, gripping your thighs, your dress trailing up your body the farther his hand went. he loved your thighs. so much so he one night woke up and decided to fuck into them. pressed them together against your chest, ramming into them. it was hot how much he loved all the parts of your body you had always been insecure or less confident in. when his hands came to your ass, he smoothly slid your panties off and down your legs, tossing them beside him on the couch.

you nodded, throat still pretty sore to speak. but he wasn't going to have that. his hand came down on your ass harshly, your body jerking forward. but his actions after contradicted that, his hand rubbing on the red spot. " words princess. you know I dont like feeling ignored." he whispered, his other hand petting the top of your head soothingly. "y-yes" you croaked out, letting go of the breath you had no idea you were holding onto. " such a shame tho." he mumbled, his hand quickly coming back down harshly onto your ass. a pained whimper fell from you, your eyes squeezing shut, hands gripping the pillow right in front of your face. "you were acting like such a slut earlier. sluts get punished, dont they? especially my pretty little slut." he said, leaning down to your ear while his hand slapped another red spot onto your ass.

John had become a whole new person in the blink of an eye. first the face fucking, now the spanking. what was next? you weren't necessarily scared. but you were anxious. anxious about what he would do to you next. how far he'd take it. you were left in the dark. " teasing me in front of my parents. in public." slap. "bet you wanted me to cum under that table, didnt you?" another harsh slap. he watched how your ass jiggled after each hit, bitting his lip. he himself had no idea what came over him. at all. but he knew that he liked it. in fact, he loved it.

your ass was a bright red, stinging so badly the cold air didnt even help. in a way, it made it worse. tears once again didnt fail to brim your eyes, feeling more and more slaps hit your ass, the same spot each and every time. " P-price please" you cried out. but he was in a trance. he hated it, but deep down loved the way blood began to prickle up from the spot he was abusing. "so pretty.." he whispered, before leaning down, placing a small kiss onto the skin before gently biting the spot. you winced in pain, again digging your nails into the pillow.

he sighed, pulling you up by your waist, your knees digging into his thighs. "lay down baby.. gonna fuck that pretty little cunt." he whispered, holding your hips to help you lay down. once you were comfortable, back on the couch, he rose, pulling his pants off and down his body. his dick sprung out, pre cum leaking onto the floor in drops. you whimpered at the sight, your eyes shooting back up to his. " dont worry baby.. im gonna fuck you." he smirked, practically leaping over you. he leaned back down, lips meeting your slightly wet ones. your face, for the most part, was dry and crusty. but again, he didnt care. he'd been on the battle field with literal guts splattered everywhere. plus, it was his own cum on your face

his lips distracted you from his tip moving up your cunt, collecting all the slick you had. it was embarrassing, how much pain and embarrassment made you wet. you both had a wild side, but there were limits that you both hadn't yet reached, but tonight, he had decided it was time. and its not like you minded and your cunt was proof you didnt.

without warning, his dick pushed into you, a gasp coming from you that broke the kiss. his nose touched yours, his eyes looking down into your wide ones. " I know baby.. just relax. " he whispered, feeling you tighten around his dick. your hands found his shoulders, gripping them firmly as he bottomed out inside you. his forehead connected to yours, a deep sigh leaving him. he wasted little to no time in gripping your legs to wrap them around his waist, your bleeding ass cheek failing to not sting. he pulled out real slow before slamming back into you, going straight in for a faster pace.

your head pressed into the pillow, eyes squeezing shut. " fuck this cunt is so tight. so fucking... good." he groaned, his hands keeping his body up. he looked down, watching his dick slide in and out, the slick from your cunt forming strings. the sounds were sinful, the squelching of your wetness as his dick slammed into you. "j-john.. oh my god~" you whined, back arching up. he smirked down at you, one hand gripping your face. " keep those pretty eyes on me. wanna see your face while I fuck you senseless." he said, his voice deep and smooth like honey.

his tip was quick to hit your womb, the bulge in your stomach not going unnoticed. he moaned at the sight, biting his lip. " look at that. taking this dick so well. such a good slut for me, aren't you?" he cooed, watching it disappear and re appear over and over. you went cross eyes, mouth falling agape at how deep he was hitting into you. it was embarrassing, but you felt your first orgasm of the night hit you like a train. it was coming, and coming fast. he felt the way your cunt pulsed around him, and he chuckled, looking back up at you. "gonna cum already? better hold it. im not done with this little cunt." he said, his right hand going to your throat.

your gasped, hands gripping his wrists as his thrusts only got more and more rough. you couldnt hold back and he knew you couldnt. but he wanted that. he wanted you to cum, just so he could punish you for cumming. his eyes were saying it all, watching you with a small smirk on his lips, mocking you. the way he looked down at you, his thrusts hitting all the right spots in your cunt, you couldnt stop the knot in your stomach from coming loose. he smiled, looking down between you both to watch your cum pour out of you and coat his dick.

" tsk tsk.. being a bad girl again are we?" he chuckled, shaking his head. " I-i couldnt.. help it. im s..sorry" you whined, eyes pleading with his. but he didnt care. again, this is what he wanted. now he could punish you for it.

his hips didnt stop. in fact they sped up. he let go of your throat, that same hand finding your clit. " gonna cum again. and again. until I decide ive had enough of you. since that what you wanted to fucking bad, right?" he asked, watching his thumb play with your throbbing clit. you tried your hardest to pull away, but his other hand held your hips down. " stop fucking running. take what the fuck you deserve for being such a fucking cum slut." he growled, leaning farther over your body to hit deeper into your cunt.

your mouth fell agape once more, your hands digging into his shoulders. he moaned at the feeling, his head falling into your neck. his lips sucked onto your skin, leaving behind big, dark purple and red, bloody marks. his teeth sunk into your skin, feeling his orgasm approaching. " gonna cum in you. you want that, want me to fill you up with my cum? make you a mommy?" he moaned, his thumb still working on your clit. " y-yes.. fuck fill me with it John p..please" you moaned, hands finding the back of his head and running your fingers through his hair.

he moaned into your neck, giving you a few harsh thrust before small, cute little whimpers slipped past him. his cum shot deep into you, his teeth once again sinking into you. you cried out at the pain, the taste of blood dancing along his tongue. and when you though the was done, you felt his hips slamming back into you.

he leaned up off you, blood smeared on his bottom lip. his hair was a mess, bot from your fingers and his head moving against you as he laid into your neck. his hand gripped your calf, pulling it from his waist before holding it up in the air. " thought I was done with you? no baby.. gonna fuck this cunt till you cant even cum anymore." he said, watching you from below.

his thumb went right back to your clit, rubbing small circles that matched his pace. you were sure it was because you just had the strongest orgasm you've had in a bit, but you already felt tired and worn out. it could also be from all the blood Price had managed to draw from you. " c-cant take it." you cried, hands resting on his stomach in hopes to slow him down. but it only fueled him. seeing your poor attempts in stopping him, watching you run from him. " come on princess. take this dick like I know you can. making me so proud." he moaned, head falling back at the feeling of both your warmth and slick coating him.

the room sounded like pure filth, both you guys' moans, the sound of your slick, the skin slapping. it was hot, but also so much for you. it didnt take long for your second orgasm to follow your first one, this one more powerful than the last. " come on baby, cum for me. I know you want to." he smiled from above you, watching how his dick slid back into your cunt with ease and pull back out that much easier. your fingers gripped the ends of the couch cushions, your body jerking forward as another orgasm washed over your body. you chanted his name, legs shaking as you came down from it.

" p...please hold on." you cried out, feeling him continue to fuck into you. he shook his head, growling at you. " didnt I say im not stopping till this cunt cant cum anymore? now shut the fuck up and take it." he growled, his hand landing a slap across your face.

you had to admit, Price was beginning to scare you. it went from just being anxious to being a bit scared of him. he hadn't realized it tho, thinking the look on your expression was just from being so cock drunk. he loved it, watching your blood slide down your neck, pooling in your collar bone. his balls wet with your cum and slick. he felt too good to stop.

" gonna cum again. milking me so goddam good baby." he groaned, his head falling down. you though that this would be the end. that he'd be too tired to keep fucking you. and you were right, kinda.

he shot his last load into you, his body falling forward just a bit at the feeling. he chanted your name, telling you how good your pussy felt, how he wanted to stay in it forever. and when he slid out, you were shocked to immediately feel his fingers sliding in. your back arched, a cry slipping from you. " j-john please I cant" you cried, your legs arching. but he didnt stop. his fingers curled, hitting your g spot each time. his thumb found your clit again, rubbing it in small circles. " sounds so hot baby.. but I know you can. this is what happens to sluts. if you act like on im gonna treat you like one."

again, you began to spasm around his fingers, tears officially puling from your eyes as your stomach cramped up at yet another orgasm. to be honest, John hadn't realized how crazy he was going on you. he didnt know why you teasing him and jerking him off under the table was what set him off. maybe it was because he wanted to match your energy. but he had begun to take it to far when he again, slid his dick back inside your cunt. you were surprised he wasn't just as tired as you were or overstimulated. but he did just give himself a decent break.

" you look so fucked out baby.. are you tired?" he pouted, his hips moving slowly, giving you somewhat of a break. you nodded, wiping your watery eyes. finally, he was going to give you a break and maybe just stop all together. but no. all he did was lean back into your neck, leaving another hickey followed with a bite mark, ramming his hips back into yours. "John please" you cried, shaking your head, pressing your hands to his stomach and shoving him back.

his hand shoved yours off him, his other hand going to your neck. " I said take what I fucking give you, didnt I? stop fucking moving." at this point your pussy was sore, it hurt. you didnt even think you could cum anymore. and the grip on your throat was painful. tears fell from your eyes once you realized you had to use the now word he had promised neither of you would ever have to use. ever.

"s-strawberry.. please strawberry!" you sobbed, hands pressing onto his abdomen. at first he didnt think he heard you right. he slowed down, his face softening. "what?" he looked down at you, watching at the tears ran downpour face. he noticed, really noticed, the bite marks, the hickies covered with blood. he slid out immediately, sitting down and pulling your limp body onto his lap. " im so sorry.. im so so sorry." he whispered, pulling you into his arms.

but you couldnt stop crying. you didnt know if he was being genuine, if he found it hot. you were in the mindset that he was going to just flip you over and fuck you all over. but he didnt. he held you tight, whispering how sorry he was in your ear, how wrong he was for going so overboard. " i.. I broke a promise. and im so sorry my love. I should've listened to you." he said, pulling you off his chest. he wiped the tears from your eyes, his chest hurting as he looked at your red eyes. "please let me take care of you. for real." he said, taking your hand in his.

he stood, holding you in his arms and made his way to the bathroom. "im gonna set you on the toilet for a bit.." he said, sitting you gently. he started the bath before turning back to you, lifting your dress off you. when the bath was full, he helped you inside, watching you settle in. it was silent, kinda awkward. he didnt know what to say other than he was sorry. and he was. he'd never had to do this before, but he knew that he had to take care of you as best he could.

"look up for me princess." he said, cupping your chin softly. he grabbed the washcloth that hung on the rack, wetting it a bit before gently wiping your face. you eyes met his, giving you a small smile. " your so pretty." he mumbled, wiping your chin before dipping the washcloth back in the warm water. "thank you." you said softly, looking down. he continued to wipe your face before moving down to your neck. " this may hurt.. but I promise ill be as gentle as I can." he said before pressing the cloth to your neck.

you winced at the pain, squeezing your eyes shut. " im sorry my love.. just a bit more." he said softly, patting your skin softly. when it was done, he looked at the bloody cloth, sighing, shaking his head to himself. to say he was angry at himself or disappointed, that would be an understatement. he promised himself and you he'd never hurt you. " im so sorry my love.. I dont know what came over me." he said, head hanging low.

you reached over the tub and gripped his hand. " lets just watch movies and cuddle.. maybe even get some tea." you said, voice still hoarse from earlier. he didnt look at you at first, his eyes still stuck to the ground. but when you squeezed his hand again, he looked at you and nodded. " ill take care of you princess. dont you worry."

and he did. the rest of the night he was like your personal little maid. you needed to go pee? dont even think about using your legs, he'd carry you. you wanted the blanket? he'd tuck you in like a burrito. you got too hot? okay he'd take it off. he ordered your favorite food to the house since cooking was not his strong suit, ice cream on the side as well. he felt happy being able to take care of you like he told himself he would always do instead of hurting you.

when you were tired, you curled into his chest, snuggling into him. he looked down and smiled, his hand resting on top of your head. for the first time that night he had let himself cry. well not cry, but a few tears did drop. he was so grateful that you were as forgiving as you were. how even though he hurt you as bad as he did, you still felt safe in his arms, comfortable.

he kissed the top of your head, switched the tv off and laid back. " goodnight princess, I love you so much." he whispered before holding you in his arms, his grip on you never getting loose.

| this was pure fucking filth but like... I love this man so much I can help but right filthy filthy smut about him, also this was for @grqpegrqve |

#call of duty fan fiction #call of duty x reader #cod #cod x reader #captain price #captain price smut #John Price smut #John Price x you

[sednas]

─ TAKE YOU LIKE A DRUG I TASTE YOU ON MY TONGUE.

FT. toji fushiguro x fem!reader featuring my daddy issues

TW. dd/lg, half mean half gentle!toji, sub!reader, daddy issues, thigh riding, oral (m receiving), slight dumbification, praise and degradation, public s!x (at first), creampie, p!ssy slapping (once), 2k+ words

♡♡♡. sorry for the potential typos/ugly sentences, it's been a long day but i really wanted to post this

you met toji during the first semester of college, when your parents moved out to get closer to the place where you were studying.

it all started out innocent. quick glances, lingering hands on the skin, a few smirks and playful winks, smalltalk about college and work...

he was tall, dark hair, deep green eyes, a scar on the corner of his lips, big hands, broad shoulders, strong thighs...

every time you'd come back home for the weekends you expected him to finally have settled down with one of the numerous women in the neighborhood, all salivating over him.

but he stayed single, and you could fantasize about him without the annoying thought of his pretty wife sucking him off. as years went by, your crush on him got pretty obvious, you became more confident, trying to give him the hint that he could do whatever he wanted with you. but toji was blind to your signs, or at least that's what he was pretending to be.

his ignorance toward you left a bittersweet taste on your tongue, putting you as nothing more than the plain daughter of his neighbor, and you felt like fifteen again, ignored by the boy you liked.

which brings us to tonight, a few days after your graduation. you came back to your parent's place and you can't seem to sleep, sitting on the grass, you look up at the stars and think of all the things that are awaiting for you now that you're done with college. it's scary and exciting at the same time. you'll be leaving the city for your dream job soon, and there's only one regret that comes to your mind.

“beautiful night uh?” you hear a deep voice coming from the darkness of the night. speaking of the devil... it's toji, he just sat down on a chair a few meters away from you in the neighborhood's common garden, he has a drink in his hand, you can't tell what's in it but it's probably alcohol.

“I've heard that you graduated. I always knew you were a smart girl, your parents must be proud of you.” he says, his green eyes lazily resting on you.

you shrugged your shoulders, still sitting on the grass.

“my dad barely said that he was proud of me...” you laugh bitterly. why are you even talking about this? he doesn't care, he just wants to make a quick small talk.

a few seconds of silence go by... you see toji moving, patting the seat next to him. it's... unexpected, but you can't let go of such an occasion to be closer to him, and without a word you go sit down. he extends his legs with a sigh. your eyes linger on him in a not so subtle manner. he's wearing a black tank top with gray baggy sweatpants.

“your dad's just not great with words, I'm sure he's very proud of you.”

you don't say anything, not trusting your voice right now, feeling like a lost little girl even though you're past twenties. he must surely pity you by now, and you hate it.

“do you need to hear it?”

“what do you mean?” you ask, arching an eyebrow, and you see him shift on his seat until he's facing you, your knees touching.

“alright... gimme your hands.” he says, and even though it's an order his voice is soft and reassuring. you obey, putting your hands in his. the skin of his hands is calloused, you can tell he's been working with them all of his life.

you can feel your heart beating faster and harder inside your chest, unsure of what you're going to do once he will speak. you're so close to him, of course you already had conversations with him, but this one feels too intimate, both of you alone in the darkness of the night... anything could happen.

“I'm very proud of you. you told me before that you were anxious about the future but I'm sure it will all turn out to be okay. you've got that light in your eyes, I'm not quite sure how to describe it but it's bright and I know you'll make a good use of it.” he finally says and for a few seconds you both drown in a silence where you can only hear the sound of crickets.

within a second, your lips crash into his as he lets out a surprised moan which comes out muffled, feeling your soft hands running down on his forearms, sending shivers down his spine.

“what the fuck are you doing?” he finally asks, pulling away from you. your heart stops for a second, hearing him raise his voice at you, but he unexpectedly pulls you in for another kiss, his hand snaking up behind your neck and this time you're the one moaning against his mouth.

“been wanting you for so damn long.” he mumbles as he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping between your lips and making you feel empty brained. you clutch on his chest, heart fluttering to his words.

“re-really? I thought you didn't like me...” you can't believe what you're hearing, your body trembles slightly as toji kisses your neck and nods his head.

“how could I not like such a sweet girl like you.” he purred in a low, baritone voice, his hands slowly sliding down your waist to guide you on his lap, letting you feel how hard he is against you.

you let out a gasp when you feel him start to rock your hips on his thigh, his green eyes piercing through yours. “you think I didn't notice the way you were looking at me for all those years. how your outfits got sluttier just to have a crumble of my attention uh? just imagine how many times I've fucked myself imagining you taking my cock like the good girl I know you fucking are.”

you moan, feeling pure bliss at this revelation as his big hands keep forcing you to hump his thigh. you can feel your pussy getting dragged all the way up and down his clothed hard cock, giving you a hint of how big it is. both of you moan when your pussy lips engulf his tip through your shorts and soon enough a wet spot starts to form on his sweatpants.

“fucking hell Y/N, look at you... I don't know how I resisted fucking you for so long when your body is that perfect to play with. fuck!- but I'm done holding back, I'm gonna fucking ruin you.” he grunts, his voice still low and dominant, his fingers digging into your plump skin.

the fact that you're in the neighborhood's common garden is already long forgotten, you don't care about the whole city seeing you in this position, you've wanted this for too long. your pussy is throbbing, the soft material of his pants rubbing deliciously against your hardened clitoris, your tongue almost comes out of your mouth while toji watches your dumb expression with delight.

“gonna cum... I'm... I'm...” your whiney voice echoes through the silent night and toji bounces and flexes his thigh on purpose, taking you over the edge as he whispers praises against your ear. you come in a muffled cry, biting toji's shoulder to silence your cute moans.

toji gives you a few minutes to rest, caressing your hair and giving your thighs reassuring strokes every time he feels your body twitch on top of him. in a gentle gesture, he takes your chin in his hand to look at your face.

“let's go to my room yeah? I want to give you more.” you can only nod your head as you both leave the garden and head over to his house. the whole place is plunged in darkness and you follow him closely not to trip over anything, your arm wrapped around his own in a clingy way while he guides you to his bed.

he gets on top of you, removing your shorts and your top in a fast motion, so smoothly that you barely notice that you're now half naked under him. you suddenly feel shy under his warm gaze which devours your body and you turn your head to avoid his eyes.

“don't turn all shy now sweetheart, your body is a work of art.” he murmurs, his hot breath tickling your skin before kissing your neck. his hands travel up to your chest, playing with your tits and gently pinching your nipples.

“ahh~ please, daddy...” you whine without thinking, and toji suddenly stops what he's doing, lifting his head to look into your eyes. his pupils are dilated, his gaze darkened by lust and need. you can feel him squeeze your skin a little bit harder than before, and you whine again.

“is it true? am I your daddy?” he teases, bringing his hand close to your inner thighs, caressing them with the tip of his digits. his cock never ached to be inside someone like this, he can feel it twitch and throb inside his pants, begging to know how your little pussy feels like.

“yes, yes you are, please daddy, I need you... want you to feel good too...” you beg, your hands clutching on his chest once again, trying to remove his clothes but it's no easy task in your position and with how your body is trembling.

toji wears a boyish smirk at your words, thinking about how cute you look and sound right now. he brings his face close to yours, his lips only a few inches away from your open mouth. “yeah? do you want to make daddy feel good?” and he smiles when you nod eagerly. he stands up, gently dragging you toward the edge of the bed, letting your head suspended in the air.

“alright, you know what's coming next, don't you baby?” as an answer, you open your mouth, presenting your tongue and waiting for him. he huffs with amusement at your hunger, finally freeing his cock and sighing of relief. he taps the tip against your tongue, smearing your saliva all over it. before you can whine with impatience he pushes it right in, sliding his entire length down your throat in one smooth motion of his hips.

“god... I wonder if your pussy is as tight as your throat...” toji groans, biting his bottom lip to prevent any slutty moans to come out of him. your greedy tongue swirls around his leaking tip, and you moan whenever you feel a vein drags along the curves of your lips.

you feel light headed, with your head hanging in the air, half naked in the bed of the man you like, his balls slapping against your face. he lets out a moan, watching your tits bounce and the buldge that his cock is forming inside your throat, his eyes roll back, one more minute and he's going to cum down your throat.

he makes you choke on his cock one last time before pulling out, the action earning a disappointed whimper from you. “don't whine you baby.” he warns with a smug look on his face, manhandling once more to put you on your back.

“but I...” he hushed you by slapping your clothed cunt and tears immediately start to form in the corner of your eyes and he almost regrets what he just did, seeing your teary expression.

“it's okay baby. just be a good girl and let me do what I want with you, you're gonna like it I promise.” you nod as he massages your pussy, and once you say “yes daddy” he's a goner, tearing your panties apart, he presses his cock against your puffy clit, making you jolt under him.

he lifts your hips and enters you in one second, your wetness immediately coating his cock, making it easier for him to sink deep inside you. “good... good... how do you feel so fucking good...” toji rambles in his low voice, and it makes you spread your legs wider. you don't know when he removed his clothes but he's as naked as you now, you almost whimper at the sight, wrapping your legs around his slutty waist.

“does that feel good baby?... fuck, you look so dumb right now.” he chuckles darkly, his big hand gently slapping your cheek before holding your whole face in it. you try to get your half lidded eyes to focus on his face, with his dark hair adorning his facial features and his eyes shining with lust as his cock keeps reaching deep for that spongy spot inside you. it's too much for you to handle.

you start babbling incoherent words, all interrupted by whines as your head falls on the pillows. his bedsheets smell like him, it almost makes you feel tipsy, drunk on his strong, masculine scent. you want to stay here forever, drowned in him. “daddy, daddy...” you keep repeating, your legs quivering as he towers you, his arms caging your face.

toji smiles, kissing your cheek as his thrusts keep getting faster and faster. “you're such a good girl, taking my cock like the good little whore that you are... ah fuck-!” he curses, feeling your hands clawing at his back. he looks at your face, feeling his cock twitches at the sight.

“I'm... I'm gonna cum again...” you try to speak, your eyes rolling back as his mushroom tip pushes against your cervix, making you arch your back and see stars.

“let it all go for me Y/N, I'm here for you.” just what you needed to hear. you whimper a weak “daddy” one last time as shockwaves of pleasure run through your body, your pussy spasming and throbbing around his cock. your vision goes blank, all you can hear is the voice of toji throwing praises at you against your ear while he tries his best not to lose his mind to the feeling of you gushing all over him.

“good girl... you really do have the best pussy god damn it...” the rest of his sentence is just a gasp, his hands shaking slightly as he can feel himself getting closer and closer to his own release.

“breed me... daddy. please breed me...” you manage to plead through your hazy state and who is he to deny you when you asked so sweetly? with his hands firmly gripping your waist he cums deep inside you, releasing a string of moans that sounds like music to your ears.

you feel so full once he's done, your body still twitching under him as he finally comes down from his high, and the first thing he does is to pepper your face with kisses, sweetly humming when he feels you running your hands through his hair.

“good fucking god... I don't think I've ever been so turned on in my life...” he sighs, laughing a little and falling on his back next to you. he reaches out for your hand, kissing the back of it. it must be a dream, how are you still not waking up?...

“I really meant what I said earlier. I'm proud of you... you took that cock so well...” he laughs in a low voice when you gently hit his chest, his right arm circling around your waist to bring you closer to his body.

“no but for real... I'm proud of you, I'll give you all the love you deserve.”

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[kolsmikaelson]

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NOTES - i’ve never wrote for ani before so i hope this is okay :)

WARNINGS - nsfw 18+ content, fem!reader, not proofread so ignore typos!

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

if theres time, he’ll run a bath and clean you both up, get you some water and then take you to bed, but if not he’ll still clean you up and ask if there’s anything he can do before you get back to what you were doing

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

if he had to pick it would be his hands (or maybe im projecting). and on a partner i think he’s a boob guy honestly, doesn’t matter what size he’s still obsessed

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves when you squirt, he loves that it gets all over him and he also loves to come on your tits

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

loves it when you spit in his mouth and make him swallow it, he thought he’d only be into it when he was doing it to you but the first time you did it to him, whew let’s say something in him changed that day

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

not super experienced, he was only ever with padme before you and they never had much time to have sex but he’s a quick learner

F = Favorite position ( goes without saying)

doggy, he loves that he has such easy access to slap your ass but also reach around your front and rub your clit

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s not scared to be a bit goofy with you, it’s not very often when it’s completely serious the whole time

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he’s well groomed, he likes to keep it trimmed and neat for not only himself but his partner too

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he’s loving and caring, will always make you get off 1-2 times before he even thinks about getting off himself

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

doesn’t do it often, would rather you do it for him or fuck you than using his hand

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

mommy kink, spit kink, choking (force choking mostly),

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his speeder. it’s usually in the middle of the night when everyone's in bed asleep already or during the day when there's just enough time to get away with it

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

seeing that pleading look on your face when asking him to fuck you, he gives in so easily

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

nothing with bodily fluids (minus spit and cum), he won’t do anything where your face is covered in any way because he loves seeing the pleasured looks on your face way too much

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

giving. he’s a god at giving head and he knows it, but he wont turn down a blowjob either

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he’s honestly a mix of both, it just depends on his mood. if he got back from a rough mission he’ll be fast and rough but if it was im the morning after you both wake up he’ll go slow and take his time

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he’s obsessed with them, he’ll pull you to the side just before leaving for a mission

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

oh yes, he loves to experiment with you, he’ll be up to try anything once

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

3-4 rounds, he’ll take a few minutes between each round to check on you and get you a glass of water before continuing

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

yes! he has a couple of his own but he also keeps a couple to use on you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he prefers to tease you over you teasing him, anakin loves seeing you get all riled up

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not too loud but not super quiet either, he mostly moans right next to your ear

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

loves fucking your face, whether it be with his dick or a dildo it doesn’t matter he loves it

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i’m thinking he’s a good 7 inches and well groomed. he likes to keep it neat down there

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

so high. he’d keep going until he passed out if he could

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i think he already has issues sleeping so it takes him a while to fall asleep afterwards

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[realwitchieshit]

Fuck It, It’s Fine.

Summary: You find yourself falling off the wagon again, but you’re not sure if you want to get back on.

Warnings: hurt/comfort (sorta), gary mention, cheating (kind of), allusion to smut

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I proofread this once so if there are typos pls ignore. anyway, this fic is the second part of my other fic, “Bad Idea, Right?”. so i would recommend reading that first! thanks for all of the love on the first one, enjoy!

Another month has passed since the last time you and Melissa had met up. She would text and call, acting as though the two of you were friends just asking about each other’s day, and then she would give you some reason to come over. “You gotta come over and watch this new show” this, “I got some leftovers” that, she would tempt you with everything she could think of to get you to come over.

While you did always answer, you had not given in. You would think of an excuse while you talked and when she finally asked you to come over, you’d hit her with it. You could’ve easily put your foot down and told her to stop asking you to come over, but you were sure it would upset her. You still wanted her companionship, but it felt wrong to have any more, considering her blooming relationship with Gary.

Shutting Melissa down wasn’t easy, though. You would put your phone across the room and distract yourself until the urge to call her back dwindled away. This method worked but was impractical as it sometimes took you a couple hours to regroup.

Turning Melissa down in person was even worse. Instead of just having your nice memories of Melissa to fuel the “call her back” fire, you had Melissa in front of you, in all of her stupidly gorgeous glory. She would smooth talk you a bit, like she did when you first began dating, making you blush and let out girlish giggles you didn’t recognize as yours. Then, once she had you all buttered up, she would ask you to come over. You would decline, but then you would see her throughout the day, thoroughly destroying any distraction you had. You almost said yes once, but Melissa had ended up going home early that day.

Today, you believed you were being tested. It was picture day and everyone tended to try and look their best. When you had walked into the gym during your planning period, you stopped in your tracks. Melissa was standing in line on the steps that led up to the stage, her left foot resting on the step higher and her back leaned against the wall. She was wearing a pink top with a black blazer on top along with her signature leather pants and her black boots. Her makeup was done nicely and her hair was perfectly curled.

You thought about turning back and going to your classroom, but then you remembered you don’t have another free period. Plus, if you didn’t get your picture taken today they would use last year’s photo in the yearbook, and that was a picture you were hoping to forget. You sighed and turned back around, walking over to the bottom of the stairs next to Melissa.

She looked up from her phone, lifting her glasses to rest on top of her head and smiling when she realized it was you. “Well, hello, gorgeous.”

You rolled your eyes, but smiled nonetheless. Even after breaking up, she still made you feel like a love struck 17-year-old. The glasses on top of her head made her look even better, the way they pushed her hair away from her face made your heart swoon. You nearly asked her to take you back right then and there, but then you pinched yourself and stared at the wall.

“Hey, Melissa. You’re not looking too bad yourself.” You said, only sparing her a quick glance before going back to the wall. She raised her eyebrow at your odd behavior.

“It’s true, but I don’t think you’ve looked at me enough to really appreciate it.” She teased, leaning in to lightly elbow your arm.

“Don’t be silly, Melissa,” you scrambled to say, trying to cover your ass, “I’m looking at you for a normal amount of time.”

To prove your point, you turn your head to look Melissa in the eyes. Bad move. She was even prettier up close, if that were even possible. She was still leaning over, the close proximity made your mouth go dry and your cheeks begin heating up.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” She asked quietly.

Before you could think better of it, you blurted out, “I want you so bad, but you’re with Gary and I don’t want to be a home wrecker anymore and—“

“Woah, woah there, hon. Me and Gary were never that serious, there was no home to wreck.” She interrupted you. You stared at her for a minute, replaying her words in your head.

“Wait. ‘Was’? ‘Were’?” You repeated, not believing you heard that right.

“Yeah, me and Gary ain’t workin’ out.” She confirmed. You stared at her for another moment until the photographer was asking for the next person in line, which was her.

She put a hand on your shoulder, “Come find me after the kids leave, we’ll talk.”

You continued to stare as she walked over to the photographer and got her photo taken. She winked at you as she left the stage, leaving your cheeks warm. You then head up for your turn, grinning widely for your picture.

The rest of the day seemed to drag on, a mix of excitement and the fear of the unknown causing you to be unable to focus. It was too early in the year to start watching movies, so you had your students get a book from the library and come back to silently read. When the final bell rang, you almost jumped from your chair. You watched as your kids filtered out of the classroom and said goodbye to all of them, waiting a couple minutes before you gathered your things and walked downstairs to Melissa’s room.

The classroom was void of any kids when you got there, only Melissa at her desk. You walked in and Melissa looked up from her phone to smile at you. You pulled up a chair and sat across from her.

No matter what she says, you have to think rationally. You can’t immediately jump into bed with her, she’s your ex for a reason, you repeated in your head.

“You wanted to talk?” You asked, trying to contain your excitement for now.

“Yeah. About us.” She admitted. Your heart was pounding in your chest.

“What about us?”

She sighed, like she was frustrated that you couldn’t read her mind. Melissa hated talking about her feelings and would often not talk about them at all, you had forgotten how irritating it was. You were about to tell her you weren’t here to play guessing games with her, but then she spoke.

“I was an idiot for not realizin’ what I had when I was with you. I wanna try again.” You nearly pinched yourself. You had to be dreaming. Melissa? Being honest with you about her emotions? Hell must’ve frozen over.

There was a silence. You weren’t sure what to say. Melissa had been emotionally unavailable for the majority of your relationship, leaving you fighting tooth and nail to figure out what was going on in her head constantly. This was exhausting for you, and it was the primary reason you had broken up. However, it looked like she had made some progress since she was the one to ask you to talk. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to try again.

“Why now? I thought things were going well with Gary.” You asked.

She shrugged, “Gary was easier, I guess. He didn’t ask how I’m doing, he didn’t notice when I was upset.”

“So, you want me to be your therapist again?” You deadpanned. She huffed, this was obviously hard for her.

“You know that’s not what I meant. I just… You cared for me. Even on my worst days, you were patient with me. I don’t think anyone could make me feel the way you do. I wanna make you feel the way I felt.” Your eyebrows raised in surprise at what she was saying, it was everything you wished to hear from her.

“You mean that?”

She smiled and nodded, “I do, hon. I…I love you.”

Okay, you had to be dreaming. Melissa just poured her heart out to you and on top of it, she said she loved you.

You didn’t hesitate to say it back. “I love you too, Mel.”

“So, you wanna give me a second chance?” She asked, her eyes lighting up with hope. You nodded eagerly, not wanting to pass this up.

“Okay. Well then, how about dinner at my place?”

“Yes, of course.” You accepted her invitation without thinking about it.

She smiled before standing up and coming around the desk to stand beside you. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Good. You can come over around seven if you wanna help out.”

Now she’s gonna let you help make dinner? You must’ve fallen and hit your head this morning.

The two of you walked to the parking lot together, splitting up to go to your own cars. When you got home, you were barely able to sit still. You had a couple of hours before you had to be at Melissa’s house, so you spent the majority of that time getting ready.

You were on Facetime with Mira, getting her to help you pick out an outfit. You had explained the situation to her and while she supported you, she had her doubts.

“I just want you to be careful, babe.” She said.

You rolled your eyes as you stepped into your camera's view in a potential outfit. “She’s different now, I swear. She talked to me about how she felt, and I didn’t have to beg her to do it!”

Mira scoffed, “Wow, bare minimum. Not that top, it’s too formal for dinner at her place.”

You stepped out of frame again, pulling off the top and hanging it back up. You pulled a black sweater from your closet and put it on.

“The point is, she’s making progress. I can help her become better. How’s this?”

She sighs, “It’s good. I hope you have a good time, don’t forget brunch in the morning, and please, for the love of god, don’t sleep with her tonight.”

“I’m not going to sleep with her!”

You did end up sleeping with her. Dinner was fantastic and in the process of making it, Melissa only griped at you once. After dinner, the two of you talked for a while and before you knew it, Melissa had you pinned against her bed. You fell asleep that night, content and hopeful for the future.

The next morning you woke up abruptly, the sun leaking in through Melissa’s bedroom curtains. You sat up and looked for your phone, needing to see what time it was. When you couldn’t, you leaned over Melissa’s sleeping body to check the time on her phone. You turned it on and relaxed upon seeing that it was only 9:30. A message popped up as you held her phone and you looked at it instinctively. It was a message from Gary.

Good morning, beautiful. We still on for coffee later?

Your stomach turned as you read the text over and over again. You dropped her phone back on the nightstand and got out of her bed, throwing your half of the comforter on top of her. Melissa stirred, watching as you went around the room gathering your clothes.

“Hey, what’s the rush?” She asked, her voice hoarse from a mixture of sleep and the previous night’s activities.

“You told me you and Gary weren’t together. Why did you lie?” You didn’t halt your movements, throwing everything but your pants on the end of the bed.

Melissa sat up, gaze still on you. “What are you talking about, hon?”

You scoffed, “Don’t lie to me, Melissa. Gary just texted you. He wanted to know if you were still on for coffee.”

Her eyes widened and she picked up her phone, reading the text for herself. You rolled your eyes and began angrily pulling your pants on.

“Hon, I was meeting up with him to tell him we’re over.” She said, crawling to the foot of the bed to kneel in front of you.

“Bullshit.” You muttered, buttoning your pants.

Melissa’s hand reached up to cup your face and you jerked back, glaring at her. She dropped her hand, looking a bit hurt.

“Just look. Please?” She pleaded with you, holding up her phone for you to see. You huffed, looking at the phone screen. It was Melissa and Gary’s text messages, she told him she had something important to talk about and he seemed to be none the wiser, asking to go to a new coffee shop he heard about. She wasn’t lying. You felt guilty, all of the sudden. You had lashed out a bit and woke Melissa up for no reason.

“Sorry about that. I thought—“

“Don’t worry about it. I haven’t been the most upfront with you in the past, so I get it.” She interrupted, shrugging. She reached up again and this time you let her, leaning into her touch as she cupped your cheek.

“So that’s all it is? You’re breaking it off with him today?” You asked, she nodded.

“Yes. That’s it.”

You sighed, the anger and frustration that had rapidly built up slipping away by the second. She noticed the way your entire body relaxed from its previously tense state and gave you a warm smile.

“Why don't you let me apologize for scarin' ya?” She offered, a mischievous glint in her eyes as her hand left your cheek to hold your waist. “I’ll make you breakfast after.”

You couldn’t help but snicker at her, “I have to meet up with Mira for brunch at noon.”

“It’s only half past nine, hon.” Melissa raised up on her knees to begin kissing your neck, occasionally nipping at the sensitive skin.

“You’ll make me late.” You protested weakly as she began trying to pull you into bed.

“I’ll be quick.” She promised. You resolve weakened as Melissa sucked lightly on your pulse point and when she pulled away, you huffed. She didn't respond, only looked at you with that shit-eating grin.

"Super quick?" You echoed. This time when she tried to pull you into bed, you let her. She rolled over on top of you, still grinning.

"I'll be so quick, you'll be begging for more."

The biggest lie she ever said.

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[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Ignore this if you don’t take requests but I loved your Nathan Bateman taking care of a sick reader and I’d love it if you could write something about him with a reader on their period. I feel like he’s not the type to get grossed out by blood

Of course! Thank you so much for the ask! (I'm so sorry I can only write soft!Nathan, I can't help it.)

In Pain

Nathan Bateman X F!Reader Rating: T Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Warnings: TYPOS, SWEARING, fluff, hurt/comfort, blood, reader on their period, Nathan being a softie, please let me know if I’ve missed a warning!

Word Count: 1161

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You’d bled through onto Nathan’s couch. The thumb sized spot of red was seeping into the upholstery as you stared, thoughts frozen, mind blank. 

His stupid, fucking couch that looked like shit and was probably worth more than any house you’d ever lived in. (Present abode excluded, of course.) 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” You hissed under your breath. How were you going to explain this? You weren’t even due until next week. “Fuck.” 

Hastily, you scribbled on a scrap piece of paper and left it to the side of the stain. While it was unlikely that Nathan was going to crawl out of his office at any point today, stranger things had happened. And it would be just your luck if he did.

Getting to your room was fine, but the pain started shortly after you stepped into the shower. A deep twisting just below your belly button, like someone was slowly trying to rip your insides out. And, in a way, that was exactly what was happening. 

You managed to get out of the shower and changed with a fresh pad, your vision swimming slightly as the pain began to overwhelm the simplest actions. You just needed to find your meds, lay down and try to sleep through the next- 

Knock, knock, knock. 

Of course. 

You swung your bedroom door open with a little more force than necessary. Your tone clipped and strained. “Yeah?”

Nathan raised his eyebrows at you. He had your tone in his left hand. ‘I’ll fix it.’ scrawled in your rushed handwriting. 

You were surprised he wasn’t holding an itemised bill. 

He paused for a moment, looking you over with a level of scrutiny you weren’t used to. “You okay?”

That wasn’t the question you’d expected. 

You hummed an answer and nodded once. “Fine.” A cramp sunk its claws into you as you spoke, giving your voice a shuddered edge. 

“There’s blood on the couch...” He said it slowly, the slight raise in his cadence towards the end turning the statement into a question. 

Your stomach clenched as another cramp seized your muscles. It took all your willpower not to double over. 

“I’ll pay for it.” You spoke at the exact same moment Nathan said, “what happened?”

The cramp was not easing up, all you wanted was to lay down and possibly hit yourself over the head with a hammer so you could stay unconscious for a few hours. 

“Wha-”

“I bled through okay?” You snapped, displaying the first signs of true annoyance Nathan had seen since you got here. His mouth audibly snapped shut.

“My period came early,” you stared at his chest as you let the words just fall out, it was always easier not to look at his stupidly beautiful face, “and I fucking bled through and didn’t realise it, and I’ll pay for the fucking damage.” You breathed out heavily, regretting your tone instantly. Fuck, you were going to have to-

“Oh. Okay.” 

“What?” You frowned, looking quickly to his face. 

“I said okay. Though you don’t have to pay anything, that’s fucking stupid.” 

You made a sound, words starting to form but then said nothing. 

“It’s an accident.” Nathan pulled a face, “you can’t help bleeding. Do you know how many times I’ve bled on the furniture?” 

Your mind wasn’t quite catching up quick enough. “You, wait, you’ve bled on the furniture?” 

“Yeah?” He looked at you like you’d asked the stupidest question in the world, and walked past you into your room. (Without an invitation.)

“Wait, you can't just not expla-”

“What meds have you got?”  Nathan looked at your desk, on top of your bedside table. His hand going to open the drawers. 

“Did I say you could come in here?” 

He looked at you over the top of his glasses. “It’s my house.”

“Natha-”

“What painkillers have you got?” He continued when you didn’t answer quickly enough for his liking. “Periods hurt right? You’re in pain, it’s obvious. And I bet you only have shitty over the counter stuff.” He sighed. “Lay down.” He gestured to your bed as he walked out of the room. “I’ll be back.”

You were too flabbergasted (and preoccupied with the searing pain in your stomach) to argue. 

Slowly you sat on the edge of the bed, a little annoyed at yourself for following his instructions. 

The pain was getting worse, swelling with every breath and you carefully doubled over, pressing your hands to your stomach as if the pressure could stop the cramps. 

You sat up quickly as Nathan came back into the room. 

He tutted. “I said lay down.”

“You’re not the boss of me.”

A small smirk pulled at his lips. “Technically, I am. Here,” he held out two pills and a glass of water. “Take these.”

You frowned. “What are they?”

“Pain killers.”

“What kind?” 

“The good kind.”

“Nathan-”

“They’re not going to hurt you. They’ll help you sleep for a bit.”

You conceded and took the pills and the water. “I don’t think much of your bedside manner.” You muttered just before you swallowed. 

“Well, you’re a very irritating patient.” He said with the widest smile you had ever seen on his face. 

He took the glass from your hand and put it on the side, purposefully not using the coaster that was obviously there, and took a small hot water bottle from where he had been holding it under his arm. “Sorry, it’s the only size I’ve got.” 

You barely got the chance to stammer out, “thank you,” before Nathan took hold of your legs and lifted them up onto the bed. 

Then, to your utmost surprise, he climbed into bed next to you. 

“Nathan, what-”

“Trust me, okay?” 

You paused, staring at his eyes for an impossibly long second before you swallowed and nodded. 

He carefully guided you to move onto your side before laying down behind you and moving close so that his chest was flush with your back. 

“Comfortable?” He whispered. A shiver ran up your spine in spite of his body heat. 

You nodded.

“Good.” Slowly he reached down to the hot water bottle and slipped his hand over yours to hold it firmly against your stomach. 

“This okay?” His voice was barely audible. 

You nodded, not trusting your voice. 

The pressure of his hand, his arm wrapped around you, the warmth of him against your back was comforting. Soothing. Everything. 

Sleep had nearly overtaken you when you jolted. 

“Hey, hey,” the gentleness of his tone seemed wrong, unnatural almost to becoming from between his lips, “it’s alright-”

“I might bleed on you,” the words came out in a rush, an old fear rearing its head, despite the pad you could still leak, “I might-”

“I don’t give a fuck if you bleed on me.” That same tone, soft and kind, barely a breath. “It doesn’t matter. Come on,” he pressed a feather light kiss against your shoulder. “Relax, try to sleep.”

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part 25 / nair hair removal ☆

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warning(s): possible typos (this is not proofread in the slightest :3), profanity

normally it would take someone an average of 10 minutes to get to shinrinyoku flower shop from yūgen university’s campus on foot. maybe a bit longer if they were leaving the boy’s dormitory. 

but rintarou suna got there in 5 minutes. 

“holy shit rin. did you sprint here?” cecily had rushed downstairs when she suddenly heard loud banging against the shophouse’s doors. “let me go get you some water-”

rin quickly disregarded the offer, completely focused on finding his friend. “yn. where- where is she?”

“upstairs, but-” before cecily could finish her sentence, the drummer pushed passed her and trudged up the building’s stairs, ignoring his breathless state.

“hey yn?” his voice was gentle, a heavy contrast to his usual sarcastic diction. “it’s rin. could you let me in, please?” 

no response.

“mori said you left practice early without saying anything and you aren’t answering the group chat so we got worried…”

still no response.

while waiting for yn to answer, rin took the time to catch his breath, bringing out his phone to text the rest of the group about yn’s whereabouts: she’s here at shinrinyoku

as quick responses of 'thank goodness’ and ‘we’re on our way’ came from mori and koushi, cecily ascended the stairs with a glass of water for the junior college student. “you didn’t let me finish. yn ended up crying herself to sleep once we got home,” she turned the doorknob to let her and rin enter the dimly lit room. “I don’t know if you know what happened, but thank you for coming either way. I think it would be best if you just wait until she wakes up. are the others on their way?”

fox-like eyes surveyed the sleeping figure that belonged to yn. tears stained her rosy cheeks and a sorrowful expression seemed to lay permanent on her face. his heart ached at the sight before him, wanting nothing more than to find the root of the situation and punch whatever or whoever was responsible. and for some reason, he had a hunch that it was all due to a certain blond– not atsumu, though someone declaring you left practice early because you had diarrhea is definitely something to cry about because what the fuck dude! 

“yeah. koushi finished class a few minutes ago so he's probably on his way with mori right now and tooru might be here a little later because he had a modeling gig today.” 

“okay then, let me know if you need anything.” cecily placed the cup of water for rin down on yn’s nightstand before quietly slipping away to make dinner. 

once it was just the two friends in the room, rin walked over to the side of the bed closest to yn’s head and sat down. her hair was disheveled, strands either sticking to her face or sprawled elsewhere. a heavy sigh escaped rin’s lips as he tucked yn’s hair behind her ear, her face now unbothered by the h/c mess. absentmindedly, he continued to comb through yn’s hair as he waited for the others to arrive and as if yn’s body knew who he was, she subconsciously leaned closer to him.

by the time the whole friend group resided in yn’s room, it was nearing 9:30PM.

“okay, so! they ended up not having any whipped cream–”

“no one asked for whipped cream.”

“can you can it, rintarou. some people like adding a little cream to their cream.” tooru scoffed, slightly glaring as he continued emptying out the grocery bags. “anyways, before I was rudely interrupted, I ended up getting one tub of (ur fav ice cream flavor), another of cookie dough, and..” he rummaged the bottom of the bag, pulling out a small pill bottle and handing it over to yn, “stomach pills.”

yn sat crisscrossed on her bed, blanket wrapped around her and mori who leaned against her figure. a puzzled look painted her face, “oh… thank you?”

“atsumu said you had diarrhea,” mori informed, “we didn’t know if he was being for real or not.”

“ohmygod. he did not..please tell me he did not.” 

 koushi nervously laughed at his friend’s worry. “only if it makes you feel a little bit better…”

“what even happened?” rin asked, eager to find the reason why his friend was now puffy-eyed and sluggish.

yn let out a lengthy whine, falling onto her back as the events with kozume resurfaced her mind in clear detail. tears started to brim her eyes once again as she felt the familiar stinging of her heart. “I thought…I thought he actually liked me back all this time.”

“oh baby…” koushi immediately stood up from his spot on the floor and joined yn on the bed, his arms instinctively pulling her into a tight hug as she cried onto his shoulder.

“kozume said everything was a…mistake. he-” choking back a sob, yn tried to continue despite the constant cracks of her frail voice. “he looked me in the eyes and said it too!”

“ugh! that jerk!” mori shrieked.

“but he-”

“but he fucking kissed you. twice.” rin stated, finishing tooru's sentence. “what the fuck is he even thinking.”

“you know what we need to do?” koushi started, rubbing comforting circles on yn’s back.

“rock his shit.” rin declared, arms crossed against his chest.

“steal his cat.” mori added.

“put nair hair removal in his shampoo and conditioner bottles so he slowly balds. then we secretly steal his hair and make a voodoo doll out of it.” tooru finished, nodding to himself.

“wait I like that idea.” rin and mori unanimously agreed.

the gray-haired senior pursed his lips, wondering how many paychecks he'd need to pay for all three of the boy’s therapies. “uhm… all good ideas class, but I was going to say let all our emotions out and forget about kozume tonight.” he motioned to the defrosting tubs of ice cream on the floor which the group momentarily forgot about.

rin, mori, and tooru all slowly let out a slow ‘ahh yeah’, not having anything to say against koushi who was the most level-headed in the group.

“maybe next time…” tooru mumbled, mentally noting his idea.

yn let out a weak laugh at her friend’s antics. “I think that'd be the easiest option for now. thank you guys for coming, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“aw, of course, baby.” koushi grinned, pulling the girl back into a hug. he motioned for the others to join them and they all complied without another thought.

“oh but guys,” yn spoke up, earning several hums. “you cannot let my brother know about any of this.” the request caused the friends to break away from the hug, confused as to why the only other person besides yn who could knock some sense into kozume couldn’t be informed of the situation. “it’s just… with the game coming up, I don’t want the team to turn to shit because one of the co-captains suddenly can’t cooperate with the main setter.”

mori clicked his tongue, feeling conflicted with yn’s choice. “okay… I understand where you’re coming from but what’re you gonna do when your brother does find out? I mean, he’s not dumb.”

“mori’s right.” rin chimed. “he might start getting suspicious with your change of attitude towards kozume and start piecing things together.”

yn groaned. she knew her friends were right. tetsurou could read her like a book, he is her brother after all. and having been friends with kozume since childhood, he would probably start asking questions when he sees the lack of interaction between the two, especially after the conversation they had during practice. “this is so shit. just give me the tub before I end it.”

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[graysnetwork]

Hey!! I recently found ur acc and I love ur writings!! I wanted to request a spider noir x reader where a bunch of creepy drunk guys tries to cat call y/n and spider noir swoops in and beats the shit out of them lol. If you can’t write anything like this that’s totally fine! Make sure to take breaks :)

Hii, tysm for the request!! Ik I lowk took a while to respond sooo…

But thanks for this idea I liked it a lot!!

Idk if you wanted me to make them in a relationship so ima do it like Tobey’s Spider-where they only know each other because he saves her a lot.

Friday, 8pm?

Info: I literally had to search up if the subways were a thing in 1933, ALSO THIS ISNT PROOF READ OR HAS GONE THROUGH GRAMMARLY SO IGNORE TYPOS OR DOUBLE WORDS

Warnings: weird creepy guys, cat calling

Summary: (the request)— as you walked out of work a bunch of creepy guys tried following you home, luckily your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man saved the day

You we’re walking out of work, it was a normal day, if you could call any day normal it’d be today, it was fresh as the sun began to set, and the sky got darker. Your shift had ended earlier than usual, so you walked out and began walking to the subway, so you could go home, and eat something as quick as possible.

You walked down the streets of the city, your bag in one hand, your waist apron in the other as you began stuffing it inside your bag along with your other possessions.

Of course this nice evening had to have turned wrong in some way, it would’ve been much more terrible if New York was invaded by a monster, but for you; New York decided to gift you with men who invaded your space.

A whistle was heard two feet away from you, before a man walked up next to you and began talking to you, saying several things; “what’s a pretty girl like you doing out right now?” The man asked, you tried walking faster but only followed “could you leave me alone?” You asked him, being nice about this never worked for you. But it was worth a try, right?

He continued following you asking more things; he was being a little too personal, and now you had to walk through several streets that led to places you didn’t even know, the one thing you didn’t want him knowing was your address so you just walked through the city, and your stomach was grumbling from how hungry you were.

You lost him eventually after a while of walking, he had lost you in the subway, which you couldn’t be more grateful for. You got on and after getting off walking through the city some more, going to your favorite pizza place, you walked out the building and once again; you were found by another, very much older man.

He couldn’t have been thirty years old, he looked much, much older than that. “What’re y’doin out tonight honey?” The man obviously sounded drunk, he put his arm around you and you took that as your cue to push him away.

“Where y’goin hon?” He asked as he jogged over to you and placed and hand on your waist. You were about to push him away again and jog or run away, but before you could even turn your head, he gasped and pulled his hand away; almost pulling you with him as he fell to the ground.

You let out a quick gasp as the man fell and went completely unconscious before you felt yourself being pulled away, you couldn’t comprehend anything before you were standing faced to face; or mask.

In front of a familiar black goggled mask. “what the hell-” you said with a sign as you realized it was Spider-man. “You okay?” He asked, his hands were placed gently on your midriff, “mhm, yeah I’m good..” you nodded at him as he looked you up and down.

“You sure..?” He asked as he continued looking you up and down “yeah, I’m fine” you reassured him “you have a thing for needing my help, huh?” He said, you could almost see the smirk form in his mask.

You chuckled and nodded “yeah, maybe, but I’m fine thank you for saving the day” you smiled at him, his knees almost buckled as your lips curled up. “So, you don’t want me to swing you home?” He asked, a smirk behind the mask, you wished you could see his face so badly right now, you always wanted to see him.

“Well, no, I’m not denying a swing home” you grinned, “so is that a yes?” He asked and you quickly responded with a nod. He held you by the waist and soon enough he had you in the alleyway, next to your complex. You two walked to the front of the bricked three story building.

“Thank you, again” you smiled at him once more, “it’s no problem, I’m Spider-Man remember?” He said as he walked back through the alleyway, you wished you could invite him inside to have a coffee, or just a conversation. But then again, you didn’t know him, he probably wouldn’t accept the invite, and you had no courage to ask.

So you walked inside and headed up the stairs to your small but cozy apartment, you immediately headed to your room to set down your bag. Noticing a shadowy figure through your window to the fire escape.

You noticed his goggles again, “you we’re waiting for me?” You asked opening the window, “you thought I wouldn’t?” he chuckled, “are you sure your not just stalking me?” you giggled, “m’no” he shook his head gently as he let out another airy chuckle.

“I’d be worried if you were” you smiled, you put your hands on the ledge and leaned a little closer to him, “I wouldn’t do that, without your permission” he said, smiling dumbly under the mask, you could here the playfulness in his voice, but also how sincere and sweet he was.

“Take me to dinner first” you smiled, feeling heat rise up your cheeks, “I could, if you wanted too” he said sweetly, “I would say yes, so you should” you leaned a little closer, you almost thought he leaned closer as well.

“I’ll get a reservation than” you could see the wide grin imprinted in his mask, it made you smile more, you nodded hoping that was a good enough response, you hoped that he couldn’t see how flustered you were beginning to look.

“I really like you..” he whispered, the smile under his mask never faded, “I, like you too” you nodded “yeah, I really, really do” you told him, leaning in closer, he noticed it this time and pulled his mask down to his nose before he leaned in and kissed you.

To say this was perfect could’ve been an understatement, but that was the only word you’d use.

You leaned closer, as much as possible, gripping the ledge of window, one of his hand let go of the web he’d been hanging (upside down) on. He placed it in the back of your head, gently pulling you closer to him, as if you weren’t close enough.

You hadn’t even noticed how your hands had been holding the back of his head too, “I, uhm..” you gulped as the heat rushed to your cheeks. “So, dinner next Friday eight pm?” His grin was visible now.

You nodded smiling sheepishly, “good, I’ll make sure to forget the mask” his grin widened, “thats, good” you smiled at him. He nodded off and said his goodbye, you turned back and walked over to your dresser thinking about how

You just kissed Spider-Man.

You just kissed Spider-Man?

He watched you from the window, as you took off your work shirt, he wanted to knock on your window so badly. If only he had the courage.

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Hope y’all like thisss🙈

#imagines #x reader stories #fluff #oneshot #spider man #spider man noir #spidernoir imagine #spider man noir imagine #imagine #spidernoir x reader #spider noir #spiderman noir #peter parker #x reader

[thoraeth]

A/N: Hello there 🖤 After years of drawing art, I'm writing my first fanfiction. It's SFW and features canon + original characters/events from One Piece anime. Please consider English is not my mother tongue, so I apologize in advance for any typo!

Words: 1800

TW: violence, language, abusive family, morally grey characters, angst, physical self-consciousness.

Synopsis: Business is a war and war is a business: Cross Guild knows it very well. When a good deal shows up and the client requires a marriage of state, someone has to take a bullet for the team. That someone is Buggy. Once again, the genius jester lands on his feet. Ava, the wife he keeps brushing off, won't stop working until 'Buggy's delivery' takes over the Grand Line. But even if Berry can buy your freedom, love is not for sale.

Ao3 link: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

Chapter 1 - You Do

They all laugh.

A violent, sour burst of laughter runs through the crowded chapel as the groom makes his entrance.

Everyone turn back to get a glimpse of that spectacle: under the bright stained-glass windows, he’s crawling on the floor, rolling over the red velvet carpet.

Two men are walking behind him. One is wearing a wide brimmed black hat, a huge sword on his back. The other, smoking a chunky cigar with a lazy grin, keeps kicking the groom forward.

The trio stops at the altar, leaving the soon-to-be husband on his knees. The poor thing is now a tangle of hair and ripped clothes, wailing in pain. And yet he does nothing to fight back or escape the ruthless amusement around him, he just lowers his head and grows quiet.

 A noblewoman comes towards them. She's slender, tall, extremely elegant. She reaches for the smoking man with her hand, expecting a courteous hand-kissing in vain.

“It’s lovely to see you back in Fugu Island.”

 “Cut the small talk, Lady Read. Hand over the contract.”

The woman replies with a stiff smile. ‘The manners of this rat suit his hideous scarred face’ she thought ‘Better settle the matter quickly and send these pirates back at sea’.

 “In due time. Is this him?” she pointed to the man on the floor

 “You asked for the boss.”

 “Indeed. And yet, know that I see it…” she giggled “Married to a clown!”

Laughter again. In the front row, guests stand up smirking and whispering to each other. The ones in the middle hold an agitated woman: she's rapidly breathing in her white dress, face hidden under a thick veil. Lady Meara Read grabs her arm and pushes her on the floor, next to her designated husband.

 “Crocodile, Mihawk.” Meara says “May we proceed?”

 “Let’s make this quick.”

 “As you wish, milady.”

 “Very well then. High Priest, when you’re ready.”

As an old man in religious attire mutters incomprehensible words, the wedding ceremony starts.

It could have been a normal event, except for one detail: the couple is completely ignored. No vows, no touching, no “I do”. Both the spouses keep their eyes fixed on the ground, absent minded while their companions force gold wedding bands on their fingers. Half an hour later, those fatal words:

“Buggy the Clown, Ava Read, I pronounce you man and wife.”

The veiled woman feels numb and weak, finding it difficult to think straight. It’s her actual wedding and it’s all so sad. Not that she’d ever hope for a fairytale, but this is just bitter. An old dress, those dirty herbs in her hands… and a man who doesn’t even want to be there.

Ava tilts her head to take a look at her assigned companion.

He coughs every now and then and his clown face is swollen, covered in scratches and cuts. She stares at the long blue hair that covers his shoulders and forehead, noticing knots and dirt he probably got from the aisle floor.

The pirate must have felt observed, because he turns his head towards the bride: two stunning blue eyes meet Ava but the sheer rage pervading the man’s face makes her drop her gaze immediately. ‘What if he’s as violent as the other two…’ she thinks, her stomach clenching.

Suddenly Meara and the Cross Guild men are upon them.

 “Up, lovebirds, time for business.” the scarred man grunts.

He and his fellow drag Buggy and Ava away, while Lady Meara addresses the rest of the room in a stilted tone: “Nobles of Fugu, our family really appreciated your presence here today. Please enjoy the feast that is waiting for you at Read Manor.”

The guests slowly walk away, leaving the chapel empty, deadly silent. No one’s in sight and negotiations kick off.

“Now that this charade is done, how long till you speak to Celestial dragons?”

 “It will take some time, Crocodile. I’ll urge them, but they notoriously take their time to answer lower relatives.”

 “They better change their mind quickly.”

 “Manners.”

 “Excuse him, Lady Read.” the swordsman interrupts “But indeed, we must hurry. We can’t protect Fugu if we are not allowed to move our men legally.”

“What?! You won't do anything until Cross Guild is given clearance again? Pirates could attack anytime!”

“Our hands are tied” said Crocodile, leaning against the altar “you insisted on doing things the noble way.”

“We respected your terms, milady, but there are consequences to any decision.” added Mihawk.

 “Right, so you did it all for nothing. Congrats, m-i-l-a-d-y.”

Buggy’s high-pitched voice comes from the altar's steps. He’s sitting hunched over, his cheeks squished against his knuckles.

“Shut your fucking mouth or I'll hook you.”

“You what?” the clown screams “I did what you two told me, I played the fool and behaved. What do you want now?”

“Buggy, please calm down.” Mihawk says gently.

“I'm calm. Very calm. But maybe I should act like my fake wife and pretend I don't exist.”

Ava stands right in front of him and she feels her heart sinking. Ears ringing from the nerves and the sickness, she forces herself to say something but words don’t come out. Meara steps forward, her voice cold and stiff. “You should be thankful to have a noble wife, jester.”

“You all forced me, I needed none of this. You could have just paid normal Berry as a normal person.”

“We are aristocracy, this is the way we seal a deal.”

“Who cares, it's stupid!”

“And yet you’re here because our ancestors married into people who can now save your venture.”

“To hell with you all! I’m out of here.”

Buggy sprints on his feet, but he feels awkwardly weak and dizzy. He tries to detach. Nothing happens.

“Really guys?” he yells, furious. “You’ve put seastone on me?”

Crocodile and Mihawk exchange confused looks. As far as they know, there is no seastone nearby, although Crocodile is now wishing he had brought some to keep that idiot at bay.

Buggy waves and pinches his captain coat, looking carefully around his arms and legs, swearing under his breath.

Mihawk approaches him tensely and grabs one of his wrists.

“Lady Meara, this is not part of our agreement.” His golden eyes pierce the noblewoman as he speaks.

“I couldn’t risk any unpleasant surprise.”

The swordsman shows Buggy his ringed finger. With an angry grimace, the blue haired jester takes his wedding band off and toss it at the two women. “We’re done here.” he says, stomping faster and faster towards the chapel’s doors.

“Wai-”

Meara gasps as Crocodile appears behind her and puts his sharp hook to her throat.

“High rank, low blows.”

“I…I swear…I didn't mean to harm any of you”

The hook presses harder.

“I would have just offered Buggy to rest here for a couple of days…”

Mihawk sits on the altar, planting his black sword in the marble pavement.

“You tried to kidnap a Yonko.” He states solemnly.

“N-no, I just…”

“Having the big dog here would discourage many crews, no doubt.” grins Crocodile. “Unfortunately, that has a very different price.”

“W-would Buggy consider it, if we pay?”

“Oh, no doubt. But save your berry, if you want my advice.”

Mihawk has had enough. He slowly walks towards the exit, leaving a crack in the ground behind him. His fellow joins him right away, pushing away Meara and leaving her shaky.

“You won’t have it your way this time, Read!” laughed Crocodile, relighting his cigar.

The two pirates get out in the open and are welcomed by the intense light of the setting sun.

At the vast harbor in front of the church, there’s an air of peace. Ships and fishing vessels move slowly in a gentle wind, few men still around mending nets. The sea sparkles in warm colors.

While going down the marble staircase, Mihawk freezes.

“You ok, ‘hawk?”

“Mh” he sighed “just a second, I think I heard something.”

“Fuck it. Fuck it all. I’m not going back with those assholes.”

Buggy is tinkering with a bundle of ropes, balancing in the middle of a swinging sailboat.

They said the wedding was fake, a trick to get those bloody nobles to pay fast.

“Seemed true to me.” he thinks “Can I undo it? There must be a way to reverse it...”

“Here you are! I’ve been looking all over the harbor for you.”

Buggy looks up, moving away his messy hair: It’s Mihawk.

The man’s smiling, standing on the dock. There's someone with him, but the clown couldn't care less.

“Get lost. I need some time away from you idiots.”

“I see. But I'm afraid you can't just go your way.”

“Says who?”

“Those six zeros still missing from Cross Guild’s coffers.”

Buggy bites his lips. They hold that fucking ‘you owe us’ thing against him every time. He can't even breathe without permission anymore.

“Anyway, I understand today was tough for you.” Hawkeyes says “So I persuaded Crocodile to let you enjoy a short honeymoon.”

“A what? Oh no, is it that girl there?”

“Buggy.”

“Did you hit your head or something? That was fake! Leave me alone!”

“Buggy, listen.”

“She’s better off here anyway!”

“They hit her.” Mihawk said, raising his voice “I found Meara raging on her. A pitiful sight. She must have given her something too, she barely stands.”

“And… what should I do about it?”

“I know a woman. On an isle, about one and a half days of sailing. Take the girl there.”

“You’re coming too?”

“No. Eat, drink, rest, do whatever you need until she’s ok. A week should be enough, I think.”

“Just so we're clear: then I have to take her in Karai Bari or…” the clown asked.

“You would never put your wife in danger, do you, Buggy? It's safer to have her stay with my friend. Permanently.”

The jester's eyes light up with hope.

“Fine! If you so insist, I'll prove my generosity once again. Ava, get a move on.”

The veiled woman is hesitant at first. “At least he remembers my name” she thinks.

Looking up at Hawkeye, Ava prays his doing is in good faith. She leaves the swordsman side and staggers to the boat, her legs too shaky and unstable.

“Take that stuff off your face, you'll see better.” Buggy croaks.

No answer. The woman gets in slower than an old granny, followed by the angry glare of the blue haired pirate.

“Oh, and don’t go off book. I can find you anywhere.”

“Fuck you ‘hawk.”

“Godspeed, lovebirds!”

Buggy takes something out of the water and the boat begins to move.

The distance between them and the stone dock increases rapidly, as the wind blows into their veils. The jester contemplates the horizon ahead while Ava sits in the back of the ship, none of them saying a word.

She stares at the view they're leaving behind, breathless. The sky has turned an intense blue with thick dark clouds and Fugu Island gets smaller and smaller in the silence of the night. The feeling of wind whistling in her ears, those cold droplets on her skin, explodes in Ava’s chest.

“I could…really live.” She whispers.

It is a happiness so great it almost breaks her.

#one piece fanfiction #buggy fanfiction #buggy d clown #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #one piece buggy #op buggy #captain buggy #cross guild #sir crocodile #crocodile one piece #dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #one piece mihawk #buggy x oc #buggy pirates #grand line challengers

[rottorex]

Maybe something a little bit like Snake bites

Hmm 🤔 I can give you some NSFW Dom Obanai headcanons since his sexuality is what’s focused on in that fic. Still Obamitsu centered ofc bc we all know what I love writing.

Some of these might be a little contradictory and cringe, but y’all get me I know you do. Some time has passed since I wrote snake bites and my thoughts of their smex life has changed just a bit.

****I’m sure you know but if you didn’t, anon is speaking in ref to this old oneshot of mine. (Shameless plug bc I actually recently edited/revamped it)

🔞minors DNI im so serious. I’m mean and annoying I will block u. Minors deserve a space online! Just not here while I’m talkin bout’ sex

Ignore the typos this is for fun!

Dominant Obanai HC’s

In my mind, Obanai is the ultimate final boss of switches. This man holds zero preference in whether he Tops or bottoms bc he really only cares about one thing. Her

Indiscriminate Giver and body worshiper. He’s almost entirely focused on making Mitsuri feel pretty and desirable. Heavy handed with his groping. Likes to squeeze at her breasts and slap her ass. Prefers to bite and suck on her inner thighs. The skin there is unfathomably soft. It feels good between his teeth and they’re sensitive enough to make her twitch.

Him being a switch aside, if he’s topping her…well 👀

Service Dom, I cannot stress this enough. Can get borderline sadistic with how many Orgasms he’s determined to give her. Half of his motivations for it is just getting off on pleasing her. The other half is the need to fuel his ego. Maybe even prove to himself that he’s good enough. He wants to be the only one who can make her feel good. Very good

Will use any and everything to get her off. His mouth, his fingers- one of the tens of toys and contraptions hes bought her. (He fantasies about getting her one of those fuck machines.)

Refuses to give her any dick unless she’s over stimulated and only has one O’ left in her.

Obsessed with eating pussy (you’d need a crowbar to pry him off of her). Has a slightly humiliating habit of cumming in his pants prematurely from getting too excited over it. Will suck her clit till she’s grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling him off.

In love with every aspect of her, from her body to the core of her being. That being said…her body? Divine. Perfection.

Loves to watch her masturbate sometimes. Wont even touch himself. just watches to obsess over how gorgeous she is.

I know everyone thinks he’s a boob guy, and I see it! Especially if he’s in a bottoming for her and she’s just smothering him. He loves that shit. But in my mind he loves every part of her equally…and then her thighs just the smallest bit more.

She’s got a lot of insecurities, she’s a bit anxious, and he has a zero tolerance rule for any negativity towards his partner. And Mitsuri is not exempt from that. Meaning even a hushed comment about her looking bad is reprimanded later.

Will withhold orgasms until she repeats whatever gushy praises he’s cooked up for her. She wants to cum? Not until calls herself a pretty girl.

Makes her watch herself. He loves having her masturbate infront of mirrors. Or even positions the both of them to where she has to watch him fuck her.

A bit of a call back to him liking to watch her: On rare occasions, when he’s in the mood for a little quick action, he’ll fuck her face. Because yes her mouth feels so good on him, but oh does she look so cute with a messy face and runny makeup. Will happily cum on her if she asks for it.

He’s not a fan of hitting, that’s his princess, tf 🤨. But sometimes she’ll request for him to handle her roughly, and he will comply because she asked him to. He tried slapping her in the face once and immediately cried over it. Apologized 4000 times despite Mitsuri literally saying “hit me” 30 seconds prior.

#obamitsu #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #ao3 #shyanswersasks #headcanons #this was so EMBARASSING to write #don’t bully me #iguro obanai #obanai smut #mitsuri kanroji #iguro x reader

[truehappinessissonear]

im so normal about cxg

ive done a few,,, ig ramblings about this silly show and now i have tumblr so people who get it can see it. also i got in the top 0.05% for cxg for spotify wrapped i think that means i get bitches (real). this was done at like 3am in an airport so. ignore. typos and stuff. ALSO i literally wrote this as it came to mind so. yeah.

so we have Where's the bathroom which is a song about wanting to please a mother that can't really be pleased. "Where's the bathroom" comes from Rachel Bloom cus she said "thsts normally what a mum says to you after you haven't talked in ages". I think it especially applies to Naomi who cares little about Rebecca's happiness instead her own needs or her needs to project the life she wanted onto her daughter. The song is fastpaced and the lyrics change topic constantly to show how exhausting it can be to deal with Naomi. It's like running a fast race. Interesting the one slow part of the song (other than the break where Rebecca physically and lyrically gets to breath) is when Rebecca finally snaps and shouts, this part is slower and goes on for longer as (as Rebecca says) Naomi does anything to rub stuff in her face

maybe I shouldn't do this at 3am I'll leave stuff out

the reprise of "Where's the bathroom" is "There's no bathroom" which is sang by Weird Al (it was kinda an excuse to just let him be in the show) and people say it's random but let me think abkut this. Greg is trying to impress Rebecca. Compared to Nathaniel and Josh he feels like he doesn't stand a chance, due to Natheniels riches and Rebecca's history with Josh. So he buys a hot air balloon, and wears a rainbow tie because he's desperate to impress her similar to how Rebecca was desperate to impress Naomi. This song focuses on the one fact that there's no bathroom on the balloon and thst he'll have to break it to her. I think it's Greg's nervous mind worried thst she's gonna hate it.

But other times a bathroom is important in cxg -Buzzing from the bathroom -Thanksgiving -The club incident -Last episode -Some extent the headphones bathroom incident

quick fire round

Buzzing from the bathroom is Jim finding out he's not been pleasing his wife even though "they use 2 different positions every other Sunday night" and thst he'd not been pleasing her for 15 (I think it's 15) years. it's a ballad as this is a shock to him. he thought thst he'd been pleasing (impressing) her but in fact she never finished once, having to go off to the bathroom to do it herself

Thanksgiving Rebecca did everything to impress Josh and his family. She leaned the language a bit and cooked the food and she was actually impressing them (as for some reason they care about smarts even tho josh has 1 brain cell) valencia had been failing to impress them the entire time and thst caused strain between val and josh which was a win for rebecca as she could impress more. However then she got sick due to the food and ran to the bathroom where she had to sit for ages watching Val and Josh do it. In the end they please and impress eachother so much that they move in together, and Rebecca saw all this from the bathroom, where she started associating toilets with heartbreak

ALSO I FORGOT

the portapotty

The club incident happens after Rebecca tries to impress the 2 people who she cares most about in her life. Paula and Josh. Paula was mad at her due to a whole pregnancy incident and the fact thst Rebecca doesn't really,,, listen to people and often talks over them with her problems. So Rebecca babysits Tommy to get back Paulas friendship. However she gets tangled up because Josh is sick and she's trying to impress him by buying him soup, who he thinks is from his girlfriend. So when Rebecca goes to the club to tell him, and brings Tommy eith her Tommy gets lost and she looks for him with Heather. The two get stuck in the bathroom and watch Josh and Anna special hug/ref. Which they do because Josh is so impressed by Anna and Anna assumes she's gonna be impressed with Josh because he builds up this thing. So once again like Thanksgiving despite Rebecca's countless attempts to impress people, she fails in both ways and instead watches someone get pleased by Josh because of her work.Last episode we see the return of the dream ghost. Rebecca fell asleep on the toilet after drinking Joshs weird juice and is now dreaming about what she's supposed to do with her life. She has to choose between the three men who have been trying to impress her and OK I REALISE I SHOULDVE DONE THIS ONE LAST but she isn't impressed with herself- which she sees in her dreams because no matter what she's unhappy and depressed about her lifeThe the headphone incident is (spoiler( after rebeccas sui attempt her three friends stayed eith her the entire time and even slept outside her room to make sure she was OK. then she goes into a bathroom eith headphones and they all assume in a panic thst she committed suicide with Vals nail clippers. I wanna do a character study on val and this episode is important for it. Basically when she comes out Heather and Paula are like "we were so worried" but Valencias full on sobbing. The whole episode Val had been seen as a sort of performative activist about the whole situation but (I ACTUALLY DID AN ANALYSIS ON THIS SONG LIKE AGES AGO) as seen in this is my movement she does think this is for the best. She just wanted Rebecca, her first female friend to be ok. Val cares for Rebecca so much , in the episode...prior??? 2 episodes before maybe she tries to act like she didn't care. When they were searching she says "she's lucky she's cray because my earrings would've been the first thing to come out" insinuating she was gonna hit her. But would she actually?'- OK gotta stop. myself I was gonna delve into Vals character whoops. Uhm point is they're hard to make Rebecca happy and safe thst they become iverbearing and wantto follow her into the bathroom now the portapotty incident. this is at the taco festival in season 1 episode 4 and its at Greg and Rebecca's date. So Rebecca is trying to convince herself to stay with Greg, to settle for him. (I should've done this before the others( and honestly he's not that impressive at the date (hence the settle for me thing( but he doesn't need to be. They get along well and it's going well and it goes bad for completely unrelated reasons. Rather than be in clean bathroom this time Rebecca's in a portapotty and sings into the mirror (they literally recorded this live in the portapotty as "You can't fake a portapotty noise"-Rachel Bloom)

walking through the airport rn but BASICALLY!! how could I gorget the song Paula's stuck in the bathroom. Context is that Rebecca started being friends with Heather and Val so Paula and Rebecca started drifting and in response Rebecca triest o force a friendship. Then everything crumbles down metaphorically and physically and then Paula is stuck in the bathroom. OK DONE WALKING. Once again Rebecca was desperate to impress someone and this time it harmed them, it causes a big fight.in conclusion in cxgtoilets are a metaphor for wanting to impress someone

#crazy ex girlfriend #rebecca bunch #ramblings #i have autism #ilovecrazyexgirlfriend

[justsasuke]

Team Taka Matsuri Day #1: Hometown

I saw a thing this morning saying we need to talk about Karin more that ofc got me thinking about Karin and led to me writing this for the prompt. (shoutout to @dualfuel) I honestly don't think about Karin a lot because 98% of my brain is JuuSasu sludge but whenever I do spend some time thinking about her I realize there's a lot more depth to her and much to be explored. I had fun doing a little bit of that exploring while writing this. ((Please excuse any typos etc. I wrote this in a rush))

Hope you enjoy~ and happy Team Taka Matsuri!!

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It's her hometown but she doesn't realize until they passed the rock in the clearing she used to play on when she was too small to realize the world was a dangerous place.

She stops walking and stares. The town she remembers had been burned to the ground along with her memories.  And yet there it is standing again, completely rebuilt and looking exactly the same.

She’d forgotten in the aftermath of all that had happened to her where the place she had spent her early years was.

“Sasuke, can we stop here?”  she calls. It's mid afternoon and they have only been walking for a few hours. It's nowhere near time to take a rest and she had told Suigetsu so when he had needed a break half an hour ago.

"Wow, Karin. Are you tired already?" Suigetsu immediately asks, his lavender eyes sly and his pointy teeth bared in a grin

Karin ignores him and brushes past, walking to where Sasuke is paused in the path, Juugo right beside him.

"Stopping here isn't the plan" Sasuke comments when Karin is close enough. But it's not a no so Karin brushes him off with a shrug

"So? It's convenient. And we haven't stopped in a town for days" They had been spending the nights camped in the woods, sleeping in makeshift tents and keeping themselves warm by campfire which only worked if Suigetsu wasn't on second watch. He couldn't keep a fire going to save his life and without Sasuke or Juugo or Karin to tend to it, it was usually out by morning. "We could all use the break".

Sasuke looks over at the village and Karin holds her breath. She watches intently as he scans the roofs of the buildings they can see through the trees, and when he glances at Juugo she wills Sasuke to turn to her and say yes.

She won't mention that they're only meters away from where she had played in the streets with the other children in the village. That if they enter the village through the main gate and pass the first two streets they'll be walking right by the place where she had lived with her mother and helped all that were injured. And she definitely won't tell Sasuke or anyone just how much her heart aches at the idea of walking those streets just one more time.

"I hate to say it but Karin is right". Suigetsu interjects, coming up behind Karin and stopping next to her. "We haven't been in a town for days and man, I could really use a bath. Besides, all this walking is making me tired. I don't think it's going to hurt if we stay here instead of 10 more miles up the road, do you Sasuke?"

For once in her life Karin is grateful for Suigetsu's compulsive need to take a breather. (It wouldn't last forever, he said. It was only the result of him being trapped in that tank for years and would stop over time. That was months ago)

"We'll stop here then". Sasuke says finally.

Karin wants to laugh with relief. She turns to Suigetsu instead and shoves her fist into his arm "you are so lazy Suigetsu" she snaps, and he rolls his eyes.

Home. It wasn't her home still, it hadn't been for years. And yet when she walked through the gates--built back exactly as they had been before the fires--it felt like she was being welcomed back.

**ok some notes real quick notes because I need to mention that in my mind Suigetsu definitely noticed Karin being off and decided to take her side. he's sensitive like that so I wanted to try and add that in. ~ciao

#Team Taka Event #Team Taka Matsuri #Team Taka event day one #Karin #Karin Uzumaki #Team Taka #Sasuke #Suigetsu #Juugo #Team Taka prompt #headcanons

[iwishiwasbatman]

Masked Love (Part 1)

Pairing- Jason Todd x OC; Dick Grayson x Platonic!OC

Warnings- death; Joker being Joker

Word Count- 2,949

Summary- After a devastating loss befalls Elana and her friends, she attempts to strike back.

Ignore typos and spelling mistakes… this is my first fanfic :)

I walked down the stairs toward the shouts from Jason that had echoed up to the clock room. He sounded incredibly excited about something, but I couldn’t tell what.

“Loud and clear, boss,” I heard Jason say sarcastically as I got to the end of the staircase. He sighed, annoyed, as he tapped his phone, which I assumed meant he hung up on whoever he was calling. I went up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, burying my head against his back. I could feel him tense up at first, but relax once he realized it was me.

“Hey, babe,” Jason greeted.

“Hey.” I smiled to myself. I let go and he turned around to face me with his normal Jason smile on his face. “Were you fighting with Bruce again?” I asked.

“No,” he lied. I raised my eyebrows and crossed my arms over my chest. “Okay, fine. Maybe I was, but it’s fine. You don’t need to worry about it. Got it?”

“I guess, but I’m still gonna worry anyway,” I told him.

“Are you done with patrol already?” he changed the subject.

“It was a slow night.” It was true. I had to stop one mugger and that was it. Aside from that, I sat there for five hours. Just sitting there. Doing nothing. It was horrible.

“Tell you what. Why don’t you go upstairs and set up the living room for a movie,” Jason said, putting his hand on both my shoulders. “We can have popcorn and candy and I’ll even let you pick the movie. I’ll be up in an hour tops.”

“Are you really so eager to get rid of me already?”

“No, no. That’s not what I’m doing. You’ve had a long week and you’re tired and as your boyfriend, it is my job to fix that.”

“Okay, big guy, I believe you, but if you don’t get done in an hour, I’m gonna find you and hit you with a chair.”

“A chair? Why a chair?”

“Like you said, I’ve had a long week. And it’s fun to hit people with chairs.”

“I love you, but you scare me.” He pulled me in for a quick kiss.

“Love you, too, Jay.” I grinned, heading back upstairs to get the movie set up.

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I was sitting on the couch of Wayne Manor, biting my nails and bouncing my knee, staring down at my phone. It had been an hour past Jason’s promised hour and I couldn’t find him anywhere. I had texted him, called him three times, and checked the Cave, but he was nowhere to be found. It was really unlike him to disappear without saying anything to me.

While I was still waiting for a response, I flipped through the channels on TV to try to take my mind off things. I’ll tell you now, it did not work. I flipped past the news quickly, but something caught my eye. I flipped back. What I saw made my heart skip.

The headline read, “Robin Found Dead”.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no,” I whispered to myself. I frantically dialed his number as I ran to the grandfather clock, not even bothering to read the rest of the TV. “Come on, Jay, pick up,” I mumbled as I opened the passage. Down the steps I went, but froze when I heard the ringing of a phone. I started to move again, only this time slower as I approached the table.

I picked up Jason’s phone delicately, declined my call, and set it back down, trying to catch my breath in the process. I leaned on the table to stabilize myself. This could not be happening. He was here only two hours ago, perfectly fine. It was impossible.

I looked down at the computer screen and went into shock. There were files pulled up on the Joker and Amusement Mile. Everything shut off. I completely stopped working. I didn’t even feel myself hit the floor. I felt like crying but nothing came. It seemed like someone had reached inside my chest and ripped out my heart.

He had gone after the Joker and gotten himself killed. How had I not seen it? He was trying to get me to leave so he could finish finding the monster. If I had just pressed him for what he was hiding, I could’ve stopped him. If I hadn’t been lazy, he wouldn’t be dead. I didn’t get to cry or mope, I had to go do something.

Taking a deep breath in, I pulled myself up using the table and settled into the chair. I got onto the computer and looked up the exact details of how Jason was found and when. That led into a search about Amusement Mile, where I found security footage. I clicked on it.

The footage played, showing Jason walking into the park, only to get startled by an animatronic clown in one of the ticket stands. That’s where the Joker got his jump on Jason by hitting him with a crowbar. I shuttered and closed my eyes. I went to open them again, only to see something that would haunt me forever. Jason getting repeatedly hit with the crowbar. I hurriedly clicked out of it, trying my best not to actually look at the screen.

I pulled at my hair and set my head down on the table. How could this happen? How could’ve I let this happen? This was on me. The Joker killed him. The Joker did it. He took Jason away from you, a voice in my head whispered maliciously. I looked up, glaring at the screen where a clown smiled tauntingly back at me. The Joker was to blame for this, too. Going back to Arkham was barely a punishment. He was gonna feel the same pain Jason felt.

But it would have to wait until tomorrow morning’s visiting hours.

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I pulled into Arkham’s parking lot and stepped out of my car, intent on my mission. I marched into the lobby of the asylum and right up to the front desk.

“Do you have an appointment?” the woman at the front desk asked boredly without looking up.

“No, but I have a feeling you’ll let me in,” I said sweetly.

“Why’s that?” she sighed, finally looking at me.

“Elana Queen, Queen Consolidated. I need to speak with the Joker,” I told her, whipping out my badge. She dropped her pen.

“The Joker? Why would you want to speak to him?”

“He messed with a Queen Consolidated employee last night. That employee was working on a secret project for the company and it was quite a coincidence that the Joker would attack him. I’m here to make sure it’s merely that,” I lied.

“Well, sweetie, I’ll get someone for you right away.” I thanked her and took a seat in the waiting chairs. Only three minutes later, a man in a lab coat came up to me.

“You must be Ms. Queen,” he greeted.

“That would be me, yes.” I stood up.

“You can follow me so we can get you set up with the… Joker,” he hesitated at the end. He led the way down the hall. “If you don’t mind me asking, why would they send you specifically to talk to this madman?”

“I am the CEO of the company, and just because I’m young doesn’t mean I can’t handle myself. And I went to school for psychology for a little while,” I answered.

“Very well. Right this way.” He gestured me into a room. “We’re bringing up the patient, but before you can go in, we need to check you for any suspicious material. Please don’t be offended, this is mandatory.”

“It’s fine,” I assured him. Another man, who was already in the room, quickly patted me down, finding nothing. He grabbed one of those handheld metal detectors and began waving it over me. It beeped when it got to my head. “I’m sorry, that’s just my earrings. Do I need to take them out?” I asked.

“No, you’re fine.” The man shook his head. “You’re good to go.”

“Thank you,” I said. He nodded and walked out of the room.

“The patient is ready for you, but I must warn you; he’s very dangerous just with his words. He knows how to pick a person apart,” the man in the lab coat warned me.

“I’m aware. I believe I can handle myself, thank you.”

“Very well, Ms. Queen. We will be watching from a camera just as a precaution.” I nodded before he pointed to the door across the room. “Through there will be a table. There’s a chair for you on one side and he’ll be on the other. Good luck.” I headed off to the door, took a deep breath, and walked in.

“Well, well, well. Who might you be?” I internally cringed at the sickening voice. I messed with my earring, which wasn’t an earring at all. It was a small device that allowed me to tap into the cameras and control them. Right now, I had it playing a fabricated video of mine and the Joker’s conversation.

“My name’s Elana Queen and I have an issue to settle with you.” I sat down.

“So do many people, girly. What makes you so special?” he cackled.

“Because unlike most of those people, I have ways of getting what I want.” I folded my hands, staring challengingly into his maniac eyes.

“You’re here about the boy wonder, aren’t you?” He leaned forward.

“Was that your goal when you went out last night? To kill him?”

“Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t.”

“Answer the question,” I said cooly. With the Joker, you had to fake being completely unfazed by him to get anywhere, which, as I was finding out, was harder than it looked.

“Lemme guess, you were his best friend. No, no, no, sister. Wait, no, I got it, his girlfriend.” He laughed crazily. “That’s hard to picture. Robin and a girlfriend.”

“Enough.” I grabbed his collar and yanked him closer. “You killed him and waited for the cops. Why?”

“I gotta remember, blondie. The old mind ain’t what it used to be.” He grinned. I slammed his head down into the table.

“I’m not here to play games, clown.”

“Did it break your heart seeing that good, old bird boy was dead?” I punched him in the face. Just then the door swung open.

“What the heck are you doing,” Dick hissed. I quickly reset the camera and stood up. Dick marched in, grabbed my arm, and pulled me out of there. After stomping past the man in the lab coat, who I muttered a thanks to, Dick dragged me outside.

“Are you insane?!” He ran a hand through his hair.

“He killed Jason!” I exclaimed.

“So what, you were gonna kill him?!” he shot back.

“I don’t know!” I shouted.

“What do you mean you “don’t know”?!”

“I saw the footage! I saw him bash my boyfriend’s skull in! Jason is dead because I couldn’t stop him from going after that man!” my voice broke.

“Elana,” Dick said softly, reaching out for me. I shoved away from him.

“He’s dead because I’m too stupid to recognize emotions! He’s dead because of me!” Tears were streaming freely down my face. Dick grabbed me and pulled me into a tight hug. “It’s all my fault,” I sobbed quietly. And for the first time since Jason’s death, I cried.

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For the majority of the day after the morning incident, I trained. Hours of training without a break. Working myself so hard that I wasn’t sure if I would make it back up the stairs. This wasn’t new, I did it after my parents died, too. It was my coping mechanism. I only stopped after Dick came down to the Cave and told me Barbara was coming over. He did lecture me about not overworking myself, but I ignored half of what he said. Barbara showed up right after I had gotten cleaned up.

“So then Jason corners the Mad Hatter and starts swearing at him, like, going off. And Hatter stands there, stunned that Robin is cussing him out. And then Bruce came in.” Barbara looked at Bruce. “Do you remember what you said to Jason?”

“What?” Dick asked, amused.

“Watch your language,” Bruce answered. We all laughed together, me for the first time since the last night. I took a sip of my Capri Sun and leaned back into my chair. It felt good to be in the company of these people. They were the ones that knew me best. “I heard you found another body today,” Bruce spoke up. I groaned and laid my head back. Way to go, B, you ruined the moment. “That makes eight in as many weeks. Any clues to the identity of the killer?”

“You never stop, do you?” Barbara asked, looking down. “Can’t we just have a drink? No new clues… yet. But I’ll be sure to turn the signal on if we need you.”

“Your father and I had better communication when we were fighting this war.” Bruce took a sip of his drink. I looked across at Dick, who looked scared and annoyed like me.

“War? You still call it a war?” Barbara scoffed.

“Guys,” I groaned, but no one acknowledged me.

“It is a war. For the soul of this city.” Bruce had a point there, I’ll give him that.

“I don’t know, Bruce. Calling it a war feels like trying to justify all the lives that have been lost,” Barbara used her passive aggressive voice.

“Your father knew protecting Gotham required serious sacrifice,” Bruce argued back. I swear, he was a man-child. Dick and I looked at each other again with knowing glances.

“My father died from a heart attack after being frozen in a block of ice by a man wearing a refrigerator suit,” Barbara went off.

“Mr. Freeze,” Bruce said calmly. He was not helping himself here.

“I know who he is,” Barbara snapped. I watched Dick shift uncomfortably. “That’s how you see my father, isn’t it? As a sacrifice? You dragged him into this insanity, just like you did Dick and Jason.” I bit my lip and looked down. It was only yesterday, yet the topic still hit home.

“It was a long time ago,” Dick spoke up.

“You know what he did to you, Dick. You almost lost yourself because Bruce weaponized your grief,” she went at Bruce again. “And Jason,” she scoffed, “you took another kid who was lost, and angry, and alone, and convinced him that he’d become invincible if he put on a mask.” I didn’t say anything, but this conversation was having an effect on me that I didn’t like at all. Trying to reroute my energy, I started tapping my heel. “No more Robins, Bruce. I chose to put the cowl on. To go out there as Batgirl. When the Joker shot me,” I cringed at her words, “it wasn’t your fault. But you drove Dick away.”

“We worked it out,” Dick tried to defend Bruce.

“Wether you’ve forgiven him or not, he drove you away and put Jason in the ground.”

“Barbara!” I snapped. Dick and Bruce looked at me, but she ignored me.

“You would think that after everything that the Joker’s done to so many people, you would’ve found a way to keep him locked up. But part of me, a big part of me, believes that you want him to escape so you can keep hiding from yourself behind that mask. You���re as crazy as the Joker.” I ran a hand through my hair as Dick sighed. Barbara set her drink down and wheeled out. I let out a long exhale, thinking about her words, then got up and walked downstairs.

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I was sitting in the living room of the Manor, going through old pictures of me and Jason on my phone when I heard a loud bang down the hall. Slowly, I got up and headed toward the sound. I was ready to put up a fight if I needed to, knowing Dick was asleep and Bruce was out. As I got closer to where the sound came from, I heard voices from Dick’s room.

“It’s all a game I should have stopped playing a long time ago,” I heard Bruce say somberly. “It’s over for me now. It’s over.” I stood in the hall, leaned against the wall and looked at Bruce from behind. “You see things I don’t. You saw that Jason was in trouble, that he was involved in something. Because you cared more than I did.” My interest level went up. What did Bruce mean? “The city is yours now. You save it. Do what I couldn’t. Be a better Batman.” My eyes went wide with shock. Bruce turned and walked down the hallway toward me, Dick shouting his name from the bedroom. He stopped right in front of me and put a hand on my shoulder, taking in my dumbfounded expression. “Save this city,” was all he said before walking off.

Dick jogged up to me. “He disappeared,” he sighed.

“Dick, what is happening?” I demanded.

“I… I think Bruce killed the Joker,” he ran a hand through his hair.

“What?! There’s no way.”

“He dropped a bloody crowbar in my room,” Dick pointed back. I peered over his shoulder and sure enough, there was a crowbar laying on the floor.

“I-I did not expect that,” I blinked.

“You and me both.”

“Well, at least we don’t have to worry about me sleepwalking to Arkham and snapping the Joker’s neck,” I offered. Dick gave me a flat look. “Gotham needs Batman. What happens without him?” I asked.

“It means it’s our turn to save this city.”

#jason todd #titans dc #dick grayson #batman #batfam #the joker #batcave #please be nice #first post #i tried #typos everywhere #barbara gordon #jason todd x oc

[big-brainrot-hours]

Speaking of Imposter au: what would Xiao do once he got ordered to attack the ‘imposter’?

I’m just really curious because some of my favorite imposter au had FL Childe be their only helping hand THEN the Fatui and Tsaritsa. I wanna know what would happen if the first ally darling is our not so friendly anymore neighborhood emo adeptus.

BESTIE I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED THIS BECAUSE I HAVE THOUGHT OF IT SO MUCH Also, I got carried away again and wrote way more than I should have, but basically, he wouldn’t attack you. He would recognize you immediately for who you are. He’d be mad that there’s an imposter of course, but Xiao remembers you. The moment he sees you he can feel that you’re not an imposter. BUT I GET MORE SPECIFIC IN MY HEADCANONS SO YOU SHOULD STILL TOTALLY READ THEM LMAO

Also I’ll probably write an actual fic at some point to stay tuned ;)

ALSO sorry if there's typos, it's 4 am as I type this but I REALLY wanted to get this one out lol

Warnings: SAGAU, obsessive/cult behaviors, mentions of abuse, imposter au, mentions of torture, fatui!reader, fatui!Xiao

Headcanons under the cut

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So basically, Xiao knows that his god is in Teyvat the moment they arrive. He knows it’s them when he’s brought to his knees by the warmth of his god suddenly increasing tenfold. From there, he sets out to find you. He ignores all other duties and focuses solely on that.

In the imposter au specifically, it’s more difficult for him to find you because the winds won’t tell him where you are. When you first arrived, Teyvat kept quiet about you because it wanted you to look around on your own for a bit, but now it keeps quiet about you to protect you from those who would use its tells to harm you. Unfortunately, this means it takes Xiao longer to get to you, and by the time he does, the damage has been done.

Xiao manages to catch onto your trail, but he’s just not fast enough. He’s always one step behind, and he’s getting more and more frantic because every time he thinks he’s found you, all he finds are empty campsites. And what really sends him into a frenzy are the droplets of liquid gold that he finds. Droplets that eventually turn into alarmingly large stains and puddles as the days go on.

Now, he’s frantic and he’s practically on the verge of losing his mind. What kind of monster would have harmed his god like this? The thought of the kindest being in Teyvat being harmed fills him with enough rage to slaughter any demon that may have gotten to you.

And so, when Morax calls for him and tells him about an imposter, he’s furious. Was this disgusting imposter the one who hurt his god? Xiao is a merciful being despite everything, but the only thoughts that fill his mind at the moment are thoughts of skinning them alive and tearing them apart limb by limb for not only hurting his god, but claiming to be them as well. He knows that his god wouldn’t approve of that though, so he quickly shakes the thought away and decides that he’ll give them a quick death when he finds them.

So now, following rumors of the imposter being sighted along with the trails of golden blood, he finds you a lot faster. And when he does, the breath all but leaves his body as he stares in shock.

You’re curled up on the ground. He’s caught you in an empty field, and there’s nowhere to run, not when you’re in his element. So you beg him for mercy, and all he can do is stand there and watch.

Watch as the blood from your wounds pours onto the ground and stains the grass gold. Watch as you cower before him, terrified and yet still radiating the warmth that he had always known.

He knows.

He knew the moment that he laid eyes on you that you’re his god. And how foolish was he for not realizing sooner? The imposter who just so happens to show up the moment his god arrives?

He falls to his knees and reaches out to you. But you flinch. And that’s when he feels it. The only thing he feels is a cold rage that washes over him. He’s furious. Not at you, of course, but at the ungrateful idiots that have done this to you. And he’s suddenly glad that he didn’t make a contract with Morax at that moment. Even if he did have a contract, he wouldn’t attack you. You’re more important than that, of course. He’s just glad he didn’t make a contract with someone so stupid that they didn’t recognize their own god. Especially when that someone claims to be the most devoted.

Anyway, when you flinch, he pulls back immediately and starts talking to you, trying to convince you that he’s not here to hurt you. He sets his weapon on the ground, and once he sees you looking at it, he throws it as far away as he can. He promises you that he won’t hurt you. If you still don’t believe him, he takes it a step further. He’ll take off every piece of armor and anything on his body that could be considered a weapon and lay it down in front of you before bowing, his forehead to the ground as he swears that he’ll protect you. He’s willing to take it a step further as well, if you still don’t believe it. He’ll tear himself apart if it means you trust him.

Luckily, since Xiao was your favorite character (my favorite character >:) ) you trust him quickly enough that it doesn’t get to that point.

OKAY, SO HERE’S THE FUN PART.

I’m so glad you mentioned the whole darling joining the fatui thing because I have been thinking about that so much recently lmao.

So basically, once Xiao gets darling to trust him, he lets them heal up and takes care of them, and he’s the one who gets food and stuff for them. One day, while he’s out, Childe finds them and they call for Xiao, who drops everything to come fight him off. However, Childe turns into Foul Legacy, who then recognizes darling as usual, and immediately starts apologizing. And you know how it goes, they forgive him and we get big ol cat Foul Legacy yeah yeah.

Now here’s the kicker! This time, when he asks them to join the Fatui and come with him to Snezhnaya, they say no at first, as usual. But when he finally manages to convince them (after he sends his findings to the Tsaritsa, who has already spread the word within the nation that the "imposter" is actually the real god) they agree to go, BUT only if they can bring Xiao with them. And ofc no one’s happy with this arrangement except darling and Xiao, but basically, now we get not only darling joining the fatui, but Xiao with them!!

This could also be what snaps everyone into realizing that darling isn’t an imposter. It would definitely help the archons and adepti. Xiao isn’t known by mortals, but he is known by other deities, and by the archons. He’s Liyue’s protector, the only one still active in his protection, unlike the other adepti who have holed themselves away in their abodes. And all of them know that he was the last one to carry the god’s light. How could they not when envy filled their hearts just at the sight of his markings? Glowing marks given to him by the creator themselves? And all of them, and I mean ALL of them, know that despite what others may claim, Xiao is the true most devoted acolyte. They know that if anyone were to recognize the creator, it would be him. And they remember the rage seeping from him when he was initially told there was an imposter. They remember the mountains that he tore apart trying to get to them. So for him to be siding with darling? They all realize, a bit too late, what it means.

As I said before, Xiao is not loyal to Morax, or Liyue, or Teyvat itself, he’s only loyal to you, and he’ll go wherever you want him to and do anything you want. Even if that thing is joining the fatui with you

Anyway, basically imagine you joining the fatui and Xiao following to be your perpetually angry brooding bodyguard. Also imagine getting, like, a special insignia, since we know they all get those, and asking for Xiao to get a matching one :)

All the characters are also wildly jealous of him since it’s obvious how much he’s favored.

Scaramouche won’t admit it, but he’s glad that there’s someone else his height here. Unfortunately, that doesn’t last long since Childe can’t really rag on Xiao without making darling upset, so Scaramouche is still the butt of all the short jokes.

#sagau #xiao x reader #genshin sagau #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin imapct #genshin cult au #self aware genshin #fatui!reader #fatui!xiao #xiao #genshin xiao #CAN YOU TELL WHO MY FAVORITE CHARACTER IS YET—

[nekovmancer]

(Not so) Lonely Nights

Summary: Otto is a man who's passionate about his work, and as his partner you’d often see yourself lonely late at night while the doctor busied himself in his lab, leaving you alone with your thoughts… which are quick to get naughty.

Pairing: Otto Octavius x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW, masturbation, dom!Otto, oral sex (receiving), a bit of daddy kink I guess…? poor writing forgive me in advance for typos and silly mistakes oof-

Requested by the lovely @taytay0403 ♡ featuring prompts 9 and 11, respectively “Should I help you with that?” and “No need to be quiet."

A/N: This is my very first smut oneshot. 👉👈 I really hope you enjoy it. You can also read on AO3.

gif source: here

As it seemed, geniuses like Otto Octavius himself didn’t need any rest.

The clock on your nightstand showed it was half past midnight, and apparently the doctor was far from leaving his lab and coming home, since he couldn’t even pay attention to the dozens of text messages you had sent him in the past hour, worrying yourself over his well being. And Otto wasn’t one to ignore you on purpose. He’d only completely avert his attention from you when he was too absorbed with his work, which occurred frequently. Too much for your liking, if you’re being asked.

You sighed, hugging your pillow between your legs as you kept your eyes on your phone’s screen, waiting for a miracle. When there’s none, you send Otto another message, “It’s lonely here without you. The bed feels cold…” and you add a sad face emoticon to the end, just to emphasize how heartbreaking it is to be apart from your boyfriend on a Saturday night.

As Otto busied himself with the project of his life, you’d stand unceasingly by his side as a genuine supporter and admirer of him and his work, even before you’ve started your relationship. You’d cheer Otto when he was feeling down, remind him to eat properly and bring him food day by day just to be sure he wasn’t skipping any meals, or hug him close whenever he had trouble sleeping due his insecurities, or the overwhelming anxiety that came with the responsibility weighing on his shoulders… the power of the sun in the palm of your hand wasn’t exactly an easy accomplishment to do despite how much he was sure of his work, and the facilities which came from Oscorp's financial support was a blessing and a curse.

That’s why he'd always come home late.Otto couldn’t fail, not when he was really dedicating his life to his work to make the best from the intelligence he was gifted with. You did find all his devotion on making something for the good of mankind noble, and kinda sweet, but you surely weren't fond of the nights alone, dozing off as you waited for Otto to arrive late at night… you missed his hugs, the best hugs in the whole universe, the sound of his laughter echoing through the walls, and oh… his fingertips tracing your lips gently before he kissed you, and then… you swallowed. Hard.

It was cold indeed without Otto. His demanding lips devouring the remains of your composure as he made you plead like a good girl, with the sweetest of the moans, for the touch of his calloused hands. How long has it been since the last time he had cornered you, leaving you mewling hopelessly at the skilled touch of his hand?

There’s also those times when he’d came home so frustrated from work, blown pupils obscuring his once gentle eyes, and all that grievance would came undone as you’d kneel before him, plump parted lips brushing on the tip of his throbbing length… the taste of his skin was wandering over your tongue now, brought up by all those languid memories. Gosh, how you wish he’d walk through the door right now, ready to get some relief inside your mouth.

And talking about goddamn relief… you wouldn't complain if you got some straightaway. The pooling heat between your legs was getting harder to ignore, just as the nasty thoughts of your boyfriend and the sweet nothing he’d be whispering in your ear if he saw you like that. Though Otto still hadn't arrived, nor answered your several messages, it wasn’t something you couldn't take care of by yourself after all… your patient was running too thin, drowned by desire.

You tossed your phone aside and let your hand travel down your stomach, slowly reaching for that aching spot between your legs… you could feel it slightly throbbing, the painful need built from weeks of denial heating up your body as your panties are already wet from your wanting fluids.

You thought about Otto again, about the firm grip of his hands cupping your buttcheeks until you could see red bruises from his fingers marking down all your skin… how he would pepper those bruises with wet kisses and tell you what a good girl you were. All his. Entirely under his mercy. He was far from being there with you, but still close enough to drive you out of your mind.

The burning lust consuming you like embers was now begging for the much desired attention of your touch. Hard. Fast. You got rid of the clothes standing in your eyes, hissing as the cold air touches your skin and makes your nipples harden.

Laying on your back, you spread out your legs and let your index finger slide between your wet folds before it comes up, now moist from your wetness, to rub your clit. You try it gently first, so painfully slow it makes your core ache, but it’s not enough.

You needed more. Rougher. And so you gave yourself more.

Within a minute, you’re already a mess tossing and turning in the bed. You squeeze your lips shut, holding back those dirty moans you’d so gladly scream without a thought as your fingers worked hard and fast. It felt good, still… you knew you’re holding back. Something was missing. But you weren't stopping. Not now.

Your mind traveled back to Octavius. The bastard… you thought about him, locked up in his lab, too absorbed to notice your desperate need for him. Someway, it only leaves you more aroused. Your heart beat faster, the blood pumping in your ears making the low whimper which escaped your lips almost inaudible for you.

What would he do… if he found you just like that? Legs spread wide, trying so badly to reach your orgasm. Maybe you’re too quiet. Maybe you should let your moans out and disturb your neighbors. Maybe…

“My, my… you’re hopeless, aren’t you?”

That voice. It sends shivers down your spine.

You look up to find Otto by your shared bedroom’s door frame, his silhouette outlined by the city lights coming from the open window. You didn’t hear him stepping in until now.

Suddenly your fingers stop their languid moves, your breath now caught in your throat, “O-Otto, I…”

“What are you doing, love? Should I help you with that?”

You swallow hard, not even daring to blink as Otto casually approaches the bed with his head tilted, eyes shamelessly staring right into your wet throbbing core. You lose it when he licks his lips. You nod as an answer to his inquiry, since the words seem to slip away from your reach. All you could think about was him. The way he walked towards you… pride and lustful.

Could this man possibly read your mind from miles away? Nevertheless, you wanted him more than never, more than anything.

“Hm? I didn’t hear you, my dearest. Would you mind repeating?”

Such a tease, as always… luckily, you played your part as the good girl damn well.

“Yes. Help me…please.”

“Such a polite, pretty thing…” Otto holds your chin up, leaving kisses all along your jawline. His warm lips felt so good on your fever-pitched skin. Oh, you’d love them somewhere else… “I am sorry I left you like this. I’m going to make it up to you, promise.” he seals his words biting on your earlobe, his teeth nibbling so tenderly on your skin it leaves you with goosebumps.

The softest of the sighs rolls out your mouth, your nails finding the way to his back and scratching it lightly. He was still in clothes, though. And you needed to feel his skin. But Otto didn’t seem to share your plans as he removed your hands from his coat, which you’ve already unbuttoned.

“No, love,” he kisses the palm of your hand, putting it away. “Let me cherish you. May I?”

You groan, kinda disappointed, however accepting it without further complaining. Desire may get you a bit out of your mind, but not enough to decline Otto’s courteous caresses. God knows how much you’re craving for them earlier, and in the manner that his heated kisses went down your stomach… you’re more than sure you have everything you need to find your relief.

Otto’s head soon enough is between your legs, the tip of his nose apart from your clit by mere inches. His hands kept a firm grip on your hips, maintaining you pinned to the bed and leaving no room for moving away from him. Not that you were intending to do so anyway.

He has a cheeky grin crooking his lips, so amused to have you under him, with your heart slamming your chest with such a frantic it hurts. Otto could feel the heartbeat under your skin with his fingertip, he could taste your need with the tip of his tongue… just like you thought he’d do.

He takes his time savoring you. You’re his true goddess, which he praises feverishly with every breath of his lungs, each single beat of his devoted heart… and right now, with his tongue. The slowness of his moves is agonizing, though pleasant in its own way. You want more, but you also want to sink into those delightful moments as you get closer and closer to your orgasm. There’s the calm before the storm… but you could already feel the thunder disturbance.

Otto tastes every inch of your wet pussy. His nose follows his tongue, brushing over the sensitive spots he had already luxuriated in. By now, you’re breathless, holding the sheets tightly enough to make your knuckles whiten. You gasp, breath out… but something’s still odd.

“What’s wrong with you, dear? There’s no need to be quiet. I want to hear that vicious voice of yours when I make you cum,” he purrs, earning a lazy smile in response, which is quick to dissolve into an audible moan when his tongue finds its way to your clit, sucking it.

And he keeps sucking right onto that sensitive spot, as much ardently as the temperature of your skin. Something was boiling inside of you… something you couldn’t keep anymore.

Then, the storm breaks.

It washes over your body impetuously, such that Otto has to harden his hold to keep you down to the bed. He’s still sucking on you, no boundaries stopping him as your body trembles. You call his name, and then you scream it. Over and over, like a prayer. Nothing else matters: it is only him, and the bliss he gives you from every wet thrust of his lips and tongue.

Your fingers find their way through Otto’s soft locks. They tangle between the strands, holding them firmly whilst you push his face onto your damp cunt. As insatiable as you, Otto is far from holding back.

Well, he is a man devoted to his work after all… and Otto takes savoring you very seriously. He can feel how close you are, not only by your stomach tightening and the thick air coming out your lungs, but the clench of your walls around his tongue… It drives him wild.

He presses his fingers harder in your hips, fingernails lingering in your skin until they leave red lined marks traveling down to your groin. Otto rests your legs on his shoulders, briefly parting from your core to kiss your inner thighs. You lift your hips towards his mouth, wanting his lips to meet your clit again. There’s no begging, no pleas… he does it.

And with a couple of skilled moves, you came undone. So easily, but not surprisingly. With your eyes closed, the world turned blank: it was all about the euphoria of your orgasm… like fire itself was running in your veins instead of blood, erupting from inside out. Made you everything and nothing. A perfect, lovely mess.

Sweat was still running down your temple when Otto picked you up, holding you tight to his chest and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear to kiss your face tenderly. You could hear his strong heartbeat and feel the erection kept on his pants smoothing your bare lower back.

This was far from over, yet…

“I suppose the bed doesn’t feel cold anymore. Does it?” his thumb caresses your cheek with such affection that it hurts. You’ve missed him deeply. His voice, his arms, his kisses… everything. “I don’t see a sad expression on you now.”

You can’t help but laugh at this point. Well… of course he had read your messages. Thankfully, he knew you too well and came straight home. Although you were a bit too busy to care for his replies… everything went perfectly in the end.

“Consider yourself forgiven, my love.”

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