#and if it wasn't obvious already this fic is very firmly placed in a long established climbing chrash world

[luckychild]

Do you have plans with writting NQK as non-binary in the future?

Short answer: No. Not the way most people seem to want, anyway.

Long answer: Not explicitly, and definitely not using Western terms.

There are many Doylist Reasons for this.

Since the fic is set in 1990s era Japan, the term "non-binary" isn't in use in Lucky Child's setting. The word just wasn't in use in that place or time. The modern Japanese term is "x-gender," but that won't be in use for a while yet in NQK's world (like the early 2000s).

Pronouns work differently in Japanese than they do in English, so requesting they/them pronouns or the term "non-binary" doesn't make sense for NQK.

I didn't come out as non-binary until the story was like 75% completed. Inserting a "coming-out narrative" into the story would take up time and space in a narrative that was not constructed to support one. I would have to completely shoe-horn it into the story, changing my intentions for the very important, carefully crafted final act. It would bloat an already crowded narrative with something the narrative doesn't need to deliver on all the promises it set up in previous chapters. Inserting a coming-out story so late in the game would not make for good storytelling.

There are also Watsonian Reasons.

There are hints of NQK's dissatisfaction with gender throughout the story. From challenging Minato's treatment of them to Botan's observations of NQK's wardrobe, it's easy to pinpoint moments where evidence of their shirking of gender norms shines through. (The signs of my eventual coming-out are very obvious to me in retrospect.)

But while the signs are there, NQK is a very busy person who has a lot on their plate. Preventing the end of the world, being embroiled in a plot involving gods and goddesses, maintaining canon... they have a lot on their mind. And honestly? Their gender is the last thing on it. They are too freakin' busy to pay it any mind right now. In a few years, maybe. But right now, they're too distracted to care much.

Frankly, if anyone asked Keiko what their gender was at this point the story, they would look at them and awkwardly laugh, perplexed. They would feel uncomfortable, and they would begrudgingly likely say they were a girl, and then they would try not to think about it because the answer made them anxious for reasons they couldn't quite articulate. But that's as far as things would go right now, and they would make no declarations of import. Not right now, anyway.

Circling back to a Doylist perspective, NQK's continued "pursuit of self" can be read as an allegory for a gender coming-out story. They are constantly trying to find and assert their independent identity apart from the one assigned to them at birth (the identity of "Yukimura Keiko"). It's very easy to find this allegory within the text considering my own gender, and it's one I suspect I subconsciously inserted prior to coming out.

Compounding all of that, I started writing this story before I came out. The version of me who exists in the story is based on the version of me who existed before I came out. My real self and my fictional avatar have grown in different ways and in different directions. To quote Robert Frost, "two roads diverged in a yellow wood," and NQK and I can each only take one of those roads at a time. I set her path at the start of her story, and I don't intend to pull her down a different one so late in the narrative.

I took one road. NQK took another. Perhaps down the line we will travel the same path again, and perhaps that path will bear the name "non-binary," but for now, we explore different avenues of the gender world.

So, to sum up?

NQK's pronouns right now are she/they, and while I consider them non-binary, they are not quite there yet in terms of their own thinking.

My pronouns, meanwhile, are firmly they/them, and my label is likewise firmly "non-binary."

[thereaderinsertlady]

Imagine Beat in heat. Like, he’s desperate to get off, and can’t stop thinking about you. By the time you get to him, he’s so lost in the sauce. Like, grabbing into your thighs while growling and breathing heavily into your ear, and you can feel his thick cock rubbing against your inner thighs, feeling it throb…

Him turning into a monster in bed, unable to control his urges as he rips your clothes off, locking you into a mating press determined to fill you with his pent up loads over and over, not caring about the mess he’s making. He can’t even make out any words as he’s completely overtaken by his animalistic thoughts, just needing to breed,,,, even leaving bite marks in your flesh so that everyone knows you’re his (though once he’s back in his right mind, he feels bad about this)

Afterwards he’s completely exhausted and passed out, while you’re probably just as tired and covered in drool and thick cum….

(You got any hcs for his heat-)

92DB83BFI3 I am,, being murdered with all these ideas I- 🥺😩 men,,,. Teeechnically not taking requests buuut,, my mutual,, here's a variety of hcs for Beat! (Under the cut bc its a little long and spicy) Also!! Tfw you try to write smut but end up with a serious fic 😔

Whilst in heat, he's extremely needy. He'll hold his partner in his arms, spending the day either cuddling or getting busy with them. He would certainly leave numerous lovebites and marks across his lover's body, making sure that everyone knows that they're taken. After all, he's not much for sharing when in heat.

Despite his tough outer image, Beat has a few insecurities. One major one is that he worries that his rugged appearance would scare people away, making it difficult for him to fully open up around people. However, with the support of his partner, he's slowly working through it.

Even though he goes through numerous serious situations, Beat knows how to let loose, teasing his partner and even getting drunk on some nights with friends. Though, when he does end up drunk, he'll lead his lover some place quiet and rough them up a bit with his cock.

Although his line of work can be unconventional and dangerous (the perks of being in a gang), he always makes time for his partner's needs and or concerns. He's an excellent listener, and is very willing to offer a hand in anything where he can. Sometimes, though, words aren't enough to calm his partner and he'll have to help via the 'sword' in his pants.

Beat often finds comfort in simply cuddling with his partner when the day is over, scattering kisses along their body and quietly telling them about his day. If he's in the mood, though, and his day wasn't too shit, then his partner maaay feel a little 'poke' against their back.

If sex goes on long enough, he'll become very animalistic and wild, drooling and gripping his hands firmly across his partner's already abused flesh.

Beat has the ability to purr when content. It'll slip out sometimes, and he'd get embarrassed, though he manages to only purr around his friends and his lover.

He takes pride in his physical strength and athleticism. He often uses his impressive physique to his advantage, both in fights and when engaging in more... intimate activities. He also likes to simply show off, too, flexing his strong muscles.

If he notices that his lover is dealing with someone they dislike, then he isn't afraid to use his intimidating figure to, well, intimidate them away. If they don't leave right away, though, he also isn't afraid to use his fists. When it comes to the comfort of his lover, words aren't often used.

During sex, he can be quite handsy. Groping, rubbing, massaging- all of the above and more is used while with his partner. He has left bruises before on his lover, and he'll sometimes feel bad about it if they show obvious signs of discomfort.

[love-fireflysong]

So many interesting title but this one -> mystery solving, totally catch my interest!!👀

fic folder over here buckos!

Oooooo that one! Unsurprisingly, one Ashley Brown is gonna be the main character in this fic if I ever write it lol.

The main idea behind this one is that Chris and Josh always like to try and surprise her with something for her birthday (whether it be a party or gift or whatnot) but Ashley being Ashley, she's always able to figure out what exactly that surprise is beforehand. It's like a game to her and she loves it, and is also at this point what she just considers to be part and parcel of her birthday in general now.

So when her birthday is coming up in a couple of short weeks, but Chris and Josh haven't even hinted at there being a surprise on the horizon this time? Oh you know this girl is obsessed now with figuring out what exactly these think they can try and keep secret from her.

[cheesus-doodles]

https://vm.tiktok.com/TTPd2txnpv/

When the boys question the reader where she got the bruises from.

sorry if it's been especially quiet yall, i've been grinding away at the longer fics, in particular going home chapter 2 ;-; working hard to get those out as well, thank you for your patience!

Masterlist

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Clumsy, clumsy you. Even when you are out on the street with your Toman founder friends, they've already noticed that you can’t seem to walk in a straight line, always somehow swerving into and knocking on something, but the boys have never been concerned about it or inclined to do anything more than asking if you were alright after you hit yet another corner.

But when they start to discover black and purple bruises littering your skin is when the Toman boys will start to take more direct action in an attempt to solve, or at the very least counteract, the noticeable effects of your inability to avoid obstacles. Would start to insist that you let them check your limbs and abdomen (the most common places) for new bruises, to which you would have to deal with the inevitable waterworks from Kazutora and the sulking pouts from Mikey when Draken notes down the latest one.

The most obvious solution tried would be to put themselves between you and any upcoming corners that you were certain to swing yourself into the way of, but that wasn't something they could do all the time, given that they needed two of them to one of you at all points to flank you on both sides, which is 100% not allowed during their 1-on-1 time with you. And even if they did, you would still somehow find some way to knock into something in front of you instead.

Mitsuya would sew in internal knee and arm pads into all your long pants and long-sleeved shirts, as well as customize some of the boys' Toman jackets for you to wear when you were in your school uniform or shorter-sleeved tops. By some miracle manage to make all your clothes look even better than when he started, but of course you protest, claiming that you didn't need the protection. Again not another solution that could be implemented all the time, but it did significantly reduce the number of bruises you got when they did manage to force you into your padded outfits.

Draken and Pah would make you hold their hands and just never let go for the entire duration they were out with you. No matter what they were doing or who saw them, your hand will be firmly clutched in theirs cause it'll make it much easier for them to look out for you and yank you towards them when you start to mysteriously sway away from the path they were taking. Might even just swing you over their shoulder like a sack of potato on a particularly crowded day because goodness knows you're safer there as opposed to walking by yourself.

Baji and Kazutora would outright refuse to let you walk, opting to carry you everywhere in their arms in a princess carry. These baby boys are more than strong enough for it, and you don't weigh anything to them. Makes it hard to do basically anything, but the tears start forming the moment you ask to be put down, so you kinda have to play along. Doesn't work as well as they had initially hoped, since these boys sometimes still accidentally walk you straight into a wall without realizing that they had to account for the extra sideway length - and now they start crying for real trying to apologise to you.

Mikey would be the only boy that lets you walk by yourself surprisingly, because he is also the only one that can easily steer you around and past dreaded corners with no effort whatsoever. Of course he is glued to your side like he always is on any normal outing, but this boy doesn't do anything special. Even you were surprised when you returned home with not a single new bruise, to which you thanked Mikey for his efforts with a fresh, handmade taiyaki. None of the other Toman founders have any idea how Mikey does it, and this baby boy puffs up in pride but say nothing when they ask him. Whines to you when the others try to bully him into telling his secrets.

[mypoisonedvine]

𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 || (very dark) 70s!Bucky x reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: he tried to be sympathetic to your cause, he really did, but he couldn’t just let you get away with disrespecting him like that.  

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.4k

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: smut (noncon, plus breeding kink and tons of degradation, like very heavy degradation, and multiple orgasms/overstimulation), misogyny, a bit of dumbification, housewife kink, ‘sir’ kink (brief), choking, implied anal, spitting (not on the reader, unfortunately lmao), quite a bit more than period-typical sexism, awful awful awful this fic is absolutely awful

                            Brooklyn, 1970.

Bucky’s mornings were sacred.  He had his rituals: showering, cooking breakfast, reading the paper and having his first drink and cigarette of the day, all before he left for work.

But throughout this entire week, his mornings had been ruined by the stupid fucking protest in the park just outside his window.  And to think he’d actually paid more for an apartment with a view of the park— he hadn’t realized then that the “view” was gonna be a bunch of hippies creating awful music and an unbearable smell that left his whole apartment reeking of reefer if he dared to open his window.

Attempting to ignore it for a week only made him more resentful with each passing day.  Each time he figured the crowd would surely leave soon or at least be quiet for the night, they seemed to somehow get louder just to spite him.

He probably should've waited until he was a bit less agitated to go down and try to bargain with you, but he stormed down there instead and tapped you on the shoulder when his presence alone wasn't enough to distract you from your incessant chanting.

“Would you consider being quiet?" he asked firmly.  "I have to work in the morning and—”

“We won’t be quiet until women have equal treatment under the eyes of society and the law,” you interrupted to explain condescendingly, shocking him with your icy tone.  He could hardly believe your attitude, in fact he couldn’t remember any woman speaking to him that way in his life: so far, he wasn’t enjoying it.

“I just thought you could be a little more respectful,” Bucky shot back, even more stern.  “You’re not making anyone wanna support your movement by acting entitled and inconveniencing everyone.”

“I’m sorry the revolution is inconvenient for you,” you replied, but it didn’t sound much like an apology. 

He wanted to say more but you blew him off and disappeared into the crowd, leaving him confused and irritated and livid.  Up until now he had been quietly skeptical about all this talk of liberation but now he saw it for the poison it really was.  A girl like you— who could've been a real looker with some willingness to try and a better attitude— talking to a man like him with so much hate and over what, a polite request?

This could not be tolerated; he couldn't let you get away with acting like that.  And lucky for you, he was exactly the guy you needed to teach you your lesson.

The good thing about hippies high on shrooms is they aren’t the most observant.  When he returned to the demonstration area the next night, he was able to grab you roughly and pull you back from the crowd with almost no trouble at all, dragging you into an empty alley and clamping his hand down over your mouth as your eyes went wide and your throat vibrated with silent screams.

“Shh, shh,” he soothed against your ear, “whatcha fightin’ for?”

He liked the way it felt to have you squirming against his grasp, using all your strength and not even getting close to escaping.  

“How does it feel to know I can do anything I want to you?” he growled against your ear.  “C’mon, sweetheart, can’t you put up a better fight than that?  I thought you believed in equality… you should be able to get away if you’re as strong as I am.”

He felt your warm tears trailing down around his fingers which held your face tightly, the struggle of your limbs slowing and weakening slightly.  His cock was already getting hard as he imagined the moment you would finally give in.

“You remember me, don’t you?  You didn’t need to be so rude, darlin’.  You could’ve just been nice and none of this would be happening.”

Your elbow shot back into his ribs and he exhaled sharply but didn't let go, grabbing your wrists and holding your arms to your chest as he pinned you to the wall.

"Oh, that's not gonna work, babydoll.  I'm so much stronger and bigger than you, all you're gonna do is make me angrier.  Is that what you want, sweetheart?  To make me angry?" he asked mockingly, leaning in to lick the shell of your ear as you tried to turn away.  “Pretty girl like you would make a great wife, why would you want anything else?”

Ignoring your struggle, he reached into your shirt and purred as he groped your chest, your nipples hardening when he pinched them.  “Maybe I can get behind this bra-burning thing if it means having easier access to your tits all the time,” he grinned.  “How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when I can see them through your shirt?  Shouldn’t be showing ‘em off if you don’t want any attention.”

As fun as it was to play with your tits, he had bigger plans, so he reached lower to start tugging down your jeans, your legs uselessly kicking as he exposed your ass and thighs.

His cock was already rock hard as he hastily opened his fly and pulled it out with one hand, leaning back to spit on it quickly.  He spread the fluid with a few strokes over his length, figuring it would be enough to get inside you even if he didn’t really care if he hurt you.  

Your eyes went wide and your head bucked wildly as he poked the head of it against your opening, your body fighting a little harder once again.  The irony of that, though, was that you were already plenty wet in spite of what he had expected; it was so much funnier to watch you struggle now that he knew you were not-so-secretly enjoying it.

“Don’t be so dramatic," he chuckled darkly, "I bet you can take a cock real easy since you believe in all this ‘free love’ bullshit.”

He groaned as he pushed into you, impressed by how tight you were— so tight that it made his cock throb right away, your walls pulsing and rippling around him as he filled you to the brim.

“Oh fuck, there you go…” he hissed, smiling as you sobbed harder and struggled a bit more before finally relaxing into his tight embrace.  "You're gonna take it all, baby, every fuckin' inch of me."

A hard sob choked out of you every time he slammed himself to the end of you; he could feel the hatred radiating from you, the way you would kill him in a moment if only you weren't so weak.  But he could feel your reluctant acceptance, too, and the way it was slowly turning into euphoria— you were finally starting to like how it felt to be helpless to him, it was obvious with the way your pussy gave him such a warm and willing welcome while your pretty tits got even harder.

You clearly wanted to hate him, but your body knew better.

"You think I'm a sexist pig, I'm sure," he chuckled, "but I'm really not— I love women!  And you know what I love most?  Huh?"

He felt you nervously shake your head behind his hand and he laughed.

"I love the way you get so dumb when you get a cock in you.  All those useless little thoughts leaving your head when you're finally getting fucked right."

Your cries got louder even though they were still muffled by his hand, your sweet little pussy giving him a squeeze of encouragement.

"It's okay to like it, babydoll, it's what you were meant for.  Made to be my brainless fucktoy… born to serve me," he growled.  “You really should learn to appreciate," he grunted between brutal thrusts, "that your only purpose is to keep my dinner hot and my cock warm.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head and he felt your walls bear down on him tightly, wetness seeping down around him.

"Oh fuck, are you coming?  Shit," he moaned.  "Looks like you really needed to be put in your place, just needed to be used... god, you made a fuckin' mess, too, you soaked my cock…"

Your little hands tightened into fists, pushing against where his arm held them back, but he stayed steady as he pumped into you, letting himself get a bit lost in the feeling of you while he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

It felt so damn good to have a cunt coming around him, but it was even better knowing that you were fighting it and still couldn’t stop it, completely helpless to how good he was making you feel.

You almost screamed under his hand when he reached down to quickly rub your clit, your back arching to try to run away from his touch; poor thing, you were so sensitive it probably hurt you, but he was having too much fun watching you realize you were going to come again.

"Yeah, gimme another one, slut," he grinned, your legs quivering as waves of slick coated him and started to even drip down your legs.  "Can't stop coming like the dirty whore you are, huh?  Bet nobody's made you come like this before— cause nobody's given it to you right.  Nobody's shown ya what it's supposed to be like when a man takes you and makes you his."

From the way you moaned softly, teary eyes fluttering shut, he knew you liked the sound of that.

"Yeah, wanna be mine, baby?  Wanna be my little slut?  Or do you want me to pump this pussy full and leave you here on the ground for any other man that comes by to use you if he needs?"

You groaned softly, a weak little noise, and he felt his cock flex; as much as he wanted this to last as long as possible, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“M’close, honey,” he breathed.  “I’m gonna come.”

He laughed breathlessly when you shut your eyes, like you were trying to go somewhere else in your mind, trying to pretend this wasn’t real.  But it was real, and he wasn’t going to let you forget that.  He was elated to make your nightmares come true.

"I sure wouldn't mind pulling out and covering that pretty face you've got,” he hissed.  “It'd be funny to see you go back to your little march and show them how owned you are.  But not today, babydoll, I think there's only one way you're gonna learn your lesson."

Another muffled gurgle from you, and this time it didn’t even sound like protest.  Maybe you were just too tired for that at this point, but it gave him hope that you could finally behave.

"I'm gonna take my hand away from your mouth and you're gonna beg me to come inside you, is that clear?" he grunted, feeling you nod vigorously.  "You're not gonna scream are you?"

You shook your head, and he slowly pulled his hand from your mouth as you gasped for air.  "Please— come in me," you panted.

"Address me as 'sir'," he instructed.

"Please, sir, I— I want you to come," you whined.

He chuckled right against your ear, feeling you shiver in his grasp.  "Honey, I don't give a fuck what you want."

To think you ever resisted your natural desire for submission was absurd now, considering the way that statement made you openly moan, your walls fluttering around him.

“Gonna fill you so fuckin’ deep you’ll never get it outta you, sweetheart.”

One more orgasm washed over you, making him laugh darkly while he watched you bite your lip to attempt to stay quiet; but that was impossible once he fucked you harder just to spite you, having to hold you tight to make sure he got as deep in you as possible.  Your whole body shook as he slammed into you, and he laughed at how dumb and helpless you looked.

"Bet you're on those new birth control pills," he grimaced.  They really weren’t that new, but he still hadn’t gotten used to them.  "Makes me sick to think you're letting a perfectly good womb go to waste.  Betcha want me to breed you nice and deep, yeah?  Wanna get knocked up?  You don't even care that I'm a stranger, you wanna get your pussy filled by any random man's come so you can have any random man's baby, ain't that right?"

At first he had worried that you would scream or cry for help, but now his concern was more that your moans would be too loud and somebody would catch the two of you in this alley.  Even if it was obvious now that you wanted it, public indecency was still a crime.

Good thing he had a new way to shut you up: his hand tight around your throat, silencing your sobs to blessed silence.  It was so hot to have you entirely at his mercy like that, to feel your pulse beneath his fingers, that he couldn’t stop himself from speeding up his thrusts suddenly.

"Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he gasped, “fuck, y-you… little whore…”

He had a habit of running his mouth when he was right on the edge, and the way your pussy was milking him for all he was worth made him spit out whatever filth he could think of.  

“Stupid fuckin' bitch," he mumbled under his breath as he fucked you as fast and rough as he could, chasing his high with no regard for your pleasure or your pain.  "Dumb whore, fuck, you stupid— ah, shit— stupid fucking cunt!"

He cried out as he filled you, groaning loudly with every pump of his seed into your waiting body.  Only when he was sure every drop was inside you did he release his grip on your neck, a loud gasp coming first before a few coughs and chokes that only made his cock harder despite having just filled you.

You started to struggle again, and he couldn’t believe it— after everything, did you still not know your place?

There wasn’t much time to relax and enjoy the afterglow when you were already trying to get away, and so he had to hold you tight again while he smiled exhaustedly.

“N-no,” you stammered, and he covered your mouth again as he pulled your head back to rest on his shoulder.  Clearly he hadn’t done enough yet to fuck that word out of you.

“Where ya goin’, sweetheart?” he panted against your ear, still catching his breath, his chest covered in a thin layer of sweat where it was exposed by his shirt.  “You’ve still got another hole to fill.”

[ha-hatdog]

little one / daisuke kambe

i definitely did not swoon while writing this. again, i did not know if you wanted hcs or one shot but i'll go with one shot. this is a good time to post this since the latest episode showed pics of smol daisuke omg. also, the name of your son is kakeru - yes, as in kakeru from run with the wind lmao

and to those who are saying i should add read more to my long fics, i really want to but i don't have a laptop or computer. i write everything on my phone, on the tumblr app. so if you know how to add read more in posts using the app, then please do dm me. thank chu💛

requested by anon: one where daisuke and reader have a two year old son together? lots of fluff

UNEDITED

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Your palm concealed your amused lips, a snort emanating from your wrinkled nose as you took in the sight before you.

Kambe Daisuke was a man of little words and little expressions, and even now, after being married to you for four years and having a son who was now at the age of two, that has not changed. He was still the stoic and cool detective millionaire you have met many years ago - which is exactly what makes the unfolding scene before you much more hilarious.

Monotonous Daisuke, the same man you had seen take down criminals twice his size, was haphazardly sprawled on your carpeted ground, arms and legs outstretched, cheek pressed flat against the material of the carpet as a smaller and cuter carbon copy of him perched comfortably on his back, oblivious to the position he had set his father on, doing nothing but lie down on his father's back and sleep soundly, eyes closed, snoring and wearing such an adorable sleeping face that it was difficult not to coo.

The sight alone was already adorably hilarious, but seeing the genuine distress on Daisuke's face had you doubling over, your palm muffling your laughter.

"Look at you," You whispered at him by the doorframe, your knees bent and your other hand sliding along the frame of the door. "You look so dumb, Daisuke."

"I'm happy at least you find this amusing, but I do not." Your husband responded back in an ired puff, azure eyes glaring at you from the floor. It took all of you not to swoon.

"Don't look at me like that, my love. I can't take you seriously when our son is using you as a mattress." Daisuke's glare intensified, but as your previous statement suggested, all purpose of threat was dulled by the position he was in. "How did you even get yourself in this situation?"

"I find it unnecessary to tell you." Answered Daisuke, and from how his cheeks tinged red, you could only assume it was something embarassing. "Will you help me, love? Take Kakeru off of my back."

You shifted your gaze back to your slumbering son, and a fond smile sprouted on your brims.

Sometimes you wonder how you were even able to make this precious, big eyed, nuzzling baby. He was an exact copy of Daisuke, not a single hint of your genes. Blank face, quiet, raven hair, blue eyes, the little shine in his eyes whenever he saw you - it was like seeing Daisuke when he was a child, and it was because of this fact that you were at least feeling a little bit alright with your son having no semblance with you.

"Kakeru," You whispered to your son as you stepped closer to your best boys with quiet footfalls, and he scrunched his face ay the brief interruption of your cooing voice. You stopped yourself from squishing his cute little face, and knelt down beside them. "Kake -"

Your sentence was cut off when you felt a hand under your knee. Immediately, Daisuke retracted his hand away, hurling your way a soft glare. "Watch where your knee is going."

You chuckled at his dilemma and reached down to stroke his head. "Mattresses don't talk, Daisuke."

"Normal people don't talk to mattresses." Countered Daisuke, huffing and averting his gaze away from you. You stifled your laughter as his pout grew more prominent. It might be very obvious already with how Daisuke has everything handed over to him with a single breath, but your husband absolutely hated losing in any forms ; even in your daily banter, he must always have the last word. People often mistakenly thought that you, being his darling wife that he had persistently courted for a whole year, would be exempted to this childish pettiness you consistently deny her allegations, firmly believing you were receiving the worse end of it. This man cannot forget the times you have successfully reigned victory over his own game, months or weeks, it never failed to be permanently ingrained in his mind ; and this resulted to puzzling moments which goes by a chronological sequence - a relatively normal day, an opportunity to divulge the opening you have unknowingly presented before his feet, and then comes his last word, to which he will remind you as your confused face stared back at him when his out of the blue statement has originally birthed from.

However, there was only one person who could defeat him at that, would never let him get the last word and that is your son Kakeru. As you stared at his sleeping face, you cannot help but smile as you reminiscent that particular day.

***

Haru Kato has been invited to your house to meet Kambe Kakeru. Daisuke has been mildly cross with Haru meeting his son because he was petty and said that Kakeru needed no other man than him but seeing that Daisuke has become good friends with Haru in the two years they were partners, you insisted that he meets him. It was already unfair that Haru had to wait until Kakeru was two to meet him, the first and last time he saw him being after you had given birth (Daisuke only let him have a glimpse then pushed him out of the hospital room because he doesn't want Kakeru thinking he was his father).

"Kakeru," You chided as you crouched beside your son who was hiding behind Daisuke's legs and peering at the gray haired male, eyes curious yet cautious. "Don't you want to meet Uncle Haru?"

Haru stepped closer to the three of you, bent down near Kakeru's height, and outstretched his hand for him to shake. "Hey there, Kakeru." Haru greeted with a smile.

Kakeru recoiled and hid himself further behind Daisuke, hands around his pants tightening. "Daddy," He whimpered. "Bad man."

Haru's face fell at the enunciation, and you covered your mouth to keep yourself from laughing. Daisuke stared blankly at Haru as his hand travelled behind his back to stroke Kakeru's head. "You heard my son. Get out of here, bad man." Daisuke uttered his command.

A tick mark appeared on Haru's forehead at Daisuke's vocalization and before things could escalate out of the power of your responsibility, you interjected, regaiming your proper posture and clasping your hands together. "Kakeru is just wary of Haru because this is the first time he's seeing him, no need to fight." You told them off.

"No, Haru is just naturally scary." Daisuke stated with bantering finality.

"This is coming from a man who barely smiles." Argued Haru, scowling.

"And this is coming from someone who seems to be making a living screaming at me." Countered Daisuke.

Kakeru's eyes widened at what his father had said and shot Haru a small glare, yet his stance never wavered from its hiding place. "He screams at daddy . . . " Murmured Kakeru in a thoughtful trance, and pointed at Haru, shocking all three of you. "D-Don't scream at daddy again!"

Alarm made its way to Haru's facr at the accusation. "No, I have not once yelled at your dad - "

Daisuke turned around and knelt in front of Kakeru. Daisuke stared into his son's eyes and Kakeru stared back. "Don't listen to him, Kakeru. You should never listen to him, never ever. He makes daddy get all angry when we're doing police missions together."

"O-Oi," Haru inserted, fuming. "You're the one who always makes me mad! Don't turn the child on me!"

But Kakeru was not listening to Haru, as his beloved father has told him. Kakeru nodded firmly, lips curling. "Yes, daddy." He vouched in determination.

"Daisuke, stop it." You chastised, sighing and turned to the other detective that was not using your son to his advantage. "Sorry about this, Haru. Kakeru really looks up to Daisuke so he does anything he tells him to."

Kakeru, all of a sudden, began trotting away from the three of you, leaving all of you confused. After a few minutes, Kakeru returned, a determined look on his face.

"Kakeru, sweetheart, where did you go?" You asked as you approached him. "It's rude to leave our guest hanging, you know."

"Fight bad man," You and Haru gasped in horror when your son suddenly brandished a gun to Haru, not just a toy, but a real one. His tiny hands trembled as he was not used to the weight of the metal weapon burdening his grasp, and he was still glaring at Haru. "I pew pew bad guy, mommy, like daddy do with bad guys!"

"Kakeru, where did you get that gun?" You questioned, alarmed and and genuinely frightened. You looked to your husband to assess his reaction, but much to your mortification, Daisuke looked calm as he always is, as if your son wasn't capable of hurting a person as of the moment. "Daisuke, what the hell?"

You let out a yelp when Kakeru turned to you, and in the process, turned the gun to you. "Bad word, Mommy." He scolded. "I don't like."

Daisuke drawled. "It's not a big deal."

Haru growled. "Your son has a weapon! How are you not freaking out?" He then turned to Kakeru and extended his hand. "Give me the gun, Kakeru. Give it."

But Kakeru shook his head defiantly. "No!"

Daisuke frowned at his wife and his partner. "Why are you making a big fuss about this?" He questioned. "It's unloaded and the safety is on."

At the mention of those, you and Haru felt a brief sense of relief until Haru spoke out, "Just because it's unloaded doesn't mean it's okay!"

"It's basically a toy." Retorted Daisuke.

You walked towards your husband and pulled at his ear. His face did not at all change, seemingly expecting this reaction from you. "Daisuke, where did he even get the gun? Has one of yours been just lying around his reach?" This concerned you. If your son was able to get a weapon easily, what more is your husband letting him get?

"I gave him one." Answered Daisuke.

"And why would you give our two year old a gun?" You snapped at him.

"Kakeru said he wanted to hold a gun. Just like you, I said no." Daisuke glanced over at Kakery who was watching the three of you curiously. "However - " He turned back to you, and looked away. " - he's too adorable, as you might say."

You and Haru, in unison, slapped your hands to your forehead, exasperated with Daisuke's response.

"Kakeru probably looked sad when Daisuke said no." Haru remarked. "I can't blame him to be honest."

"He's spoiling him in ways too many." You added, and removed your hand from your forehead. "Daisuke, I know you love our son and pampering him but he can't just have a gun."

"Why, mommy?" You all looked at Kakeru, and immediately understood why Daisuke was forced to give him an unloaded gun. "Not love me?"

"A-Ah," You shrieked, horrified. "The secret move!"

Haru gulps. "This boy knows a little too much about his abilities."

"Even if it doesn't have any bullets?" Daisuked asked you.

You hurtled him a glower. "Even if it doesn't have any bullets and yes, even if it has the safety lock on." You immediately added when you saw Daisuke open his mouth.

Said man huffed. "Fine. If I knew you were going to react like this, I wouldn't have done it."

You and Haru watched as Daisuke knelt down in front of your son. Kakeru stared at his father, eyes wide and admiring. Daisuke lets out a sigh and extended his palm, "Give."

Kakeru shook his head vigorously, and his face scrunched as if he was going to cry but was trying to suppress it. "Daddy no love me too?"

You waited for what Daisuke would do, but he did not move. More seconds has passed, and he was yet to move. You and Haru exchanged glances before you moved over to him, checking him out. "Daisuke, love, what - Daisuke?"

A torn man was what Daisuke coukd be called at that moment. His face was deadpanned, but being with him longer than anyone else, you were able to pick up the small difference his expression held right now.

"U-Uh, Daisuke, are you okay?" You questioned in a form of a titter, eyebrows connected. "Daisuke?"

Haru walked over to Daisuke and leaned to look at him. "A-Ah, he looks like he's suffering."

"No, no," Denied Daisuke, frown deepening as he tried not to fall for his son's adorable trap. "Daddy loves you. But mommy and I agreed that you can't have that kind of toy, Kakeru."

"But," You all drew in a breath Kakeru hugged the gun to his chest, tears prodding the corners of his eyes. "My favorite toy is this."

"But why that, baby?" You asked softly. "You have so many other toys. Why that one?" You recalled the heaping amount of toys Daisuke bought for Kakeru.

Kakeru pouted, cheeks puffing. You couldn't help but imagine little Daisuke like that. "Because Daddy gave me this." Said Kakeru. "I want to be police, like daddy."

Daisuke turned to you, the internal struggle in his eyes prominent but you shook your head at him. Your husband sighed and looked at Kakeru again. He put his hand on top his head and ruffled his hair. Kakeru closed his eyes at the affection, welcoming it and his rigid frame loosening. Kakeru opened his eyes and let out a small noise of surprise as Daisuke wiped a stray tear from his cheek.

From what you can deduce, you knew Daisuke was about to say something brilliant to your son, to teach him something valuable. But before Daisuke could even open his mouth, Haru cut him off -

"A gun doesn't make a cop, Kakeru. It's the sense of justice to do the right thing and keeping people safe does." Haru then proceeded to take out his badge and handing it to Kakeru with a large smile on his face. "You can borrow this for a while, while I'm still here. As much as I want to give it to you, I need it to do my job as a cop. But maybe in the future, you can get one of your own. You'll be just like your dad."

You were impressed by what Haru had said, but Kakeru - his eyes were wide and glittering with admiration as he stared at Haru, all fear of the bad man gone. You swear that there was light all around Haru if you're ever seeing through Kakeru's eyes. But one member of the group disliked this mild change, and it was your irritated and pouting husband.

You covered your mouth to keep yourself from laughing. Daisuke was obviously feeling jealous of Haru now that his son was ignoring him - the emotion only worsening when Kakeru took the badge from Haru and dropped the gun on the ground and stared at the shiny object, whispering, "Uwahh,"

A cloud of dread hung over Daisuke and you patted his back in comfort. "There, there, Daisuke, he's just making a friend."

"But why with Haru?" Grumbled Daisuke, sulking. "And why is he looking at him like that? I should be the only one he's looking at like that. You too, I guess."

You let out a sigh. "You're really jealous when it comes to me and Kakeru."

Haru looked proud of the achievement and improvement he had made with Kakeru, his hands over his hips. "Looks pretty cool, right?"

Kakeru nodded enthusiastically, examining the badge thoroughly. "Very cool." He murmured, and then stared at Haru intently, lips pursing. "I wanna be like Mister Haru when I grow up!"

That was the first time you have seen Daisuke speechless and the last time Haru had seen Kakeru for six months. You were certain Daisuke did not speak to Haru for about two weeks, only communicating through nods and grunts, and Haru did not know whether to feel relieved or irritated at that. Maybe a little bit of both.

But, that was the only time Daisuke did not have the last word.

Kakeru certainly has Daisuke around his little finger.

***

You reached forward and shook Kakeru awake softly. "Kakeru," You chimed, and he scrunched his face again, not wanting to be disturbed sleeping on Daisuke's back. "Wake up, baby,"

Kakeru let out a small groan, and slowly opened his eyes. A familiar pair of blue hues greeted you, the same eyes that you wake up to every morning. Kakeru let out a big yawn and rubbed his left eye with his hand, groaning out, "Mommy," He then looked down at Daisuke who was craning his head to watch his son. "And Daddy."

You smiled at him and opened your arms, hands making grabby movements towards your two year old. "Come here, baby," You cooed sweetly.

Kakeru perked up and a glimmer crossed his eyes, the same glimmer when Daisuke had seen you for the first time. You could never forget that time, and you can never find it more beautiful than seeing that in your son's eyes whenever you offer him affection. Immediately, the two year old scrambled out of Daisuke's back - Daisuke grunted as his little feet padded on his back a few times as he struggled to get to your lap and arms - and sunk in your embrace. Your eyes grew gentler as Kakeru snuggled closer to your chest, cheek rubbing on your clothing and his hands clinging to the fabric.

"Are you tired, baby?" You questioned as you stroked the back of his head, finger running over his hair.

Kakeru nodded tiredly. "Daddy played cops and robbers with me."

"Let me guess, you were the cop and he was the robber?" You commented.

"Yes, and I captured Daddy many, many times." Answered Kakeru, proud with himself.

"Oh, is that so? That's amazing, baby. You're going to be a great cop like Daddy." You then turned over to Daisuke who was now recovering from being used as a bed. He dusted himself as he sat properly on the ground in front of you. "Is that why you were under him? Because you were arrested?"

Daisuke looked away. "I think I need to teach him how to properly apprehend a criminal."

You giggled. "When he's older, Daisuke."

He faced you with a sharp twist of his face, expression determined. "He won't grow older."

You frowned. "What?"

You and Daisuke looked down to see Kakeru fighting the need to sleep, his eyes opening and closing.

"I don't . . . " Daisuke trailed off, and a trace of embarassment scrawled on his face. You rarely see your husband embarassed and so you waited for him to continue. " . . . I don't want Kakeru to grow up."

You shook your head lightly, smile broadening. "Daisuke," You whispered, and when he did not look at you, you called him again. "Love, look at me."

He did so, and with one hand, you cradled his face. "I know how you feel. I understand where you're coming from. But - " You mused. " - don't you want to see our son grow up to be a fine man? To be the person he aspires to be? To be like you?"

Daisuke stares back at you, and took a gander at Kakeru who was beginning to fall asleep. He lets out a sigh and nodded in agreement, "I guess that would be pleasant to see."

"And he'll marry a great girl." You added.

"Marry mommy," Kakeru drawled. He was forcing himself to stay awake but his eyes was not cooperating with his spirits.

Daisuke scooted closer to both of you and brushed his knuckles on Kakeru's forehead. "Marry mommy? You're going to take mommy away from me?"

Kakeru shook his head. "Marry someone like mommy," One of his hand extended and took hold of Daisuke's shirt, the other still clinging to you. Kakeru looked up at both of you, still comfortable in your lap and chest. His eyes, again, were bright. "I want family like me, and mommy, and daddy."

Warmth swathed your chest, your heart melting. You took a gander to Daisuke and saw that the expression he wore - love, care, and the promise of sacrifice when it comes to it and when he looked at you, the emotions never faltered, and they only grew stronger. Sometimes you wonder just how much Daisuke loved you and Kakeru.

"A family like the three of us." Kakeru let go of your clothing and showed three fingers of his and quickly pressed the three digits together. "A happy family."

Kakeru fell asleep after his statement. His arm dropped and his head moved to one side, his eyes closed and lips parted.

"We should tuck him in." Daisuke declared.

"Yeah," You agreed and Daisuke helped you stand up, making sure you two aren't waking your sleeping son. You moved him to his bed, setting him down the mattress gently. Daisuke took the liberty of putting the blanket over Kakeru. Your child shifted in his spot, and cuddled to his pillow.

You sat on the bed beside Kakeru, observing your son. "Already tired when the morning has just barely started." You chuckled.

"He said he needed practice to be a cop, and I couldn't say no." Daisuke inserted.

"You can never say no to Kakeru anyways." You jested.

"Same with you." Daisuke knelt down beside the bed, arms resting on the mattress and his head level with his son's. He admired Kakeru, his deadpan expression gone and a small smile on his face. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Kakeru's cheek, lingering for a while before pulling away.

Daisuke faced you and you raised an eyebrow as he took your hand.

"You have given me a beautiful son. Thank you so much, my love."

[gwilyoubemine]

Headcanon: Tying Gwil up and bringing out his submissive side.

honestly, i should be sleeping but here i am posting this. i was thinking about ideas for gwil headcanons when i thought huh.... sub!gwil, what a concept. i thought it would be fun to play around with the idea so here it is. also, it's nearly 3am so i'm not sure if my check for mistakes was successful : - )

also why are my headcanons so detailed, i might as well write full fics tbh.

warning: gets quite saucy

this gif kills me, i had to include it.

• it's late on a friday night when you and gwil get back to your apartment. you've spent the evening at a local bar with some of your friends and you're both cold and a bit tipsy from the alcohol

• after you are stripped from your coats and gwil puts them away, he returns to you with a smile tugging at his lips. he starts to unwrap your scarf from around your neck and makes a teasing comment about how cute your pink cheeks are

• "your cheeks are probably redder, you know" you say, nudging him playfully and he just laughs, placing his warm hands on your face to squish your cheeks

• he looks so endearing with his flushed cheeks and the mussed hair from the wind- you can't resist leaning forward to giving him a light peck on the lips. before he gets the chance to chase your lips, you are turning away from him and collapsing face first onto your shared bed

• gwil folds his arms over his chest as he follows suit and approaches the bed, an entertained grin playing at his lips. "i am in need of another one of those kisses.' he says, taking a seat on the bed and settling a hand on your back

• you turn your head towards him as he starts to draw absentmindedly, tracing random shapes across your back. "are you really?"

• "very much so, love" he murmurs, flashing you his signature warm smile.

• "come down here and i'll see what i can do."

• gwilym repositions himself so that he is lying down next to you and proceeds to scoot closer, his face only inches away from yours. he circles his arm around you and pulls you into his chest

• "so where's my kiss, darling?"

• you respond by inching your face closer to his and pressing a light kiss against the corner of his mouth, just to tease him. he huffs in response and pinches your side

• gwil takes it upon himself to kiss you instead, his hand lifting to settle on your cheek. the kiss starts out quite innocent- a few light pecks followed by him lightly biting down on your lower lip. but soon you're lying on top of him with your hands gripping at his shoulders, with lips that are determined to kiss gwil senseless.

• gwilym is just as enthusiastic- perhaps even more so- as he kisses you with one hand curled around the back of your neck and one slipped beneath your top, splayed out against the warm skin of your bare back.

• when gwil rolls you over and slips his leg in between yours, you can't contain the soft sound of approval that falls from your lips. he pushes his thigh up and presses it firmly against your clothed core.

• he catches and muffles the whimper you let out with his lips, barely keeping himself from pinning your arms above your head and taking you right there

• you begin to grind yourself against his leg and this only gets gwil more worked up. "god, you're sexy." he ends up groaning out. "my sweet girl grinding against my thigh."

• your cheeks heat up at his words and the pulsing in between your legs becomes harder to ignore. it would be too easy to lie back and let gwilym show you a good time- to give him the control as per usual

•"gwil-" you say, quite breathlessly, pushing at his chest to get his attention. he meets your eyes with a gaze that is heavy and full of lust. he looks slightly confused as he breathes out a low "what do you want, love?" before starting to press kisses across your jaw. even though he's kissing you slowly, you can almost feel his impatience radiating off him

• "you know...that ugly tie you bought a few weeks back? you ask him, settling your hand against the back of his neck to bring his face up to meet yours.

• his eyebrows furrow in confusion, he clearly doesn't know where you're going with this. "what about it?" he asks, cupping your chin. "and for the record, i still think it's quite nice."

• it's hard to get your words out when gwil's stare is fixed on you, when his thumb is brushing over your bottom lip. "i-i told you to throw it away and you protested so i teased that you could keep it on one condition. do you remember that?"

• gwilym is silent as he thinks back to the conversation. "what was your condition?"

• "i told you that you can keep the tie as long as you let me tie you up with it one day."

• his eyes widen slightly and he takes a moment to let your words sink in. "you want to tie me up right now?" he asks and you can hear the tinge of embarrassment laced in his words.

"i think it would be fun." you whisper and the thought of gwil agreeing to this already has you wet, and itching to grab that awful tie.

• "i don't know, babe-"

• you interrupt him with a chaste kiss, your hands settling at his shoulders to slide down his forearms. "please, baby. i promise you'll like it." you murmur against his lips. his eyes flutter close and you take this time to kiss his lips again.

• gwil eventually climbs off you and tells you that you can get the tie, a sentence that has you up on your feet and scrambling through his closet in seconds

• and soon you're standing at the edge of the bed with gwilym's tie in your hand, excitement racing through you. you're quick to crawl back onto the bed and push him down against the mattress so that you can straddle his hips. his chest rises and falls at a faster pace than usual as he watches you with a heated gaze.

• "i'm going to take your shirt off." you tell him as your fingers move to the buttons of his white shirt. he is biting down on his lip as his eyes follow the movements of your hands.

• you lean down to leave a trail of kisses down his chest and you hear his breath hitch when your lips brush over the sensitive skin below his stomach. it takes you seconds to strip off his shirt and throw it aside. the trousers are off next, leaving gwilym in nothing but his black boxers.

• it's the sight of his hard cock straining against his boxers that has you swallowing thickly. you move your eyes up to meet his, just to see that his eyes are already glued to your face. the look of anticipation painted across his features and the flush dancing across his cheeks quickly send your heart into a frenzy

• "lift your arms." you tell him and you see him hesitate- he was not used to your commanding tone. it wasn't often that he let you take control like this.

• "lift your arms for me, my love." you repeat, crawling over him to press an open mouthed kiss against his collarbone.

• this time he follows your order pretty quickly, lifting his arms above his head as his eyes shift elsewhere in embarrassment. "keep your eyes on me." you tell him as you bring the tie up to his hands.

• it takes a bit of time to tie his hands to the headboard above him but as soon as you're sure about the position, and sure the tie isn't wrapped too tightly around his wrists, you move away from him to stand and examine your work

• gwilym looks so perfect with his hands tied above his head and his rosy cheeks, the sight is practically picture perfect. the muscles in his arms look more prominent than ever and the obscene outline of his thick cock pushing against his boxers is a sight that almost has your mouth watering.

• "god, gwil-" you start, your eyes trailing up and down his form shamelessly. "you look so good."

• he bites down hard on his lip again and stares up at you with heavy lidded eyes. "take off your clothes, please." he says thickly.

• "since you asked so nicely."

• you make a show out of stripping off your clothes and the way gwilym eats up your performance only fuels the strong feelings of lust currently consuming you. the bra and panties you're wearing are gwil's favourite set and it's obvious by the look on his face. he curses quietly to himself as his gaze roams over your body.

• you move back to gwilym, straddling his hips again, and capture his lips. he responds eagerly, a frustrated groan leaving his mouth and you can feel his arms struggling against the restraints.

• gwil wanted nothing more than to put his hands on your face, to run them across your skin. to touch you all over and make you feel good. he wasn't used to not being able to touch you.

• "you want to touch me, don't you?"

• "more than anything."

• "and what would you touch first?" you find yourself asking, your voice tight.

• his hungry eyes move lower to settle on your breasts and you know his answer without a single word having to leave his lips

• "since you've been such a good boy, i'll let you do something else." you drawl, pulling away from him to quickly undo the clasps of your bra. gwil watches you free your breasts with his lips parted, a quiet groan leaving him.

• you settle yourself higher up on his body and lean closer so that your chest is hovering just above his face. "suck on them." you find yourself saying firmly and gwilym doesn't need to be told twice. he lifts his head and latches his lips onto the skin of one of your breasts, humming appreciatively against your skin.

• he sucks harshly and his relentlessness has you curling a hand into his hair. you let out a string of gasps when gwilym starts to suck hard on one of your nipples, the pleasure causing you to throw your head back- a throaty moan leaving your lips.

• "such a good boy." you whine out, pushing your chest closer to his face. he seems to be enjoying your words judging by the muffled sounds of approval leaving his lips. the needy whine that falls from your mouth when his teeth begin to graze over your sensitive nipple has gwilym's arms tensing, the desire to touch you driving him insane at this point.

• you move your chest away from him and reposition yourself so that your hands are hovering over the elastic band of his boxers. "you're such a golden boy, gwil. do you know that? i have to reward you for being so good. you're so good for me." you whisper, dragging down his underwear to let his hard cock spring free. "fuck" he groans out, his eyes fluttering close.

• "you're so hard." you murmur as you pull his boxers down his legs, tossing them aside and leaving him completely naked. "it looks pretty painful."

• "it is." he chokes out, his voice low.

• "do you want me to do something about it?" you ask him as you begin to caress one of his thighs. gwilym tenses up immediately.

• "yes." he breathes, trying his hardest to stay composed. "yes, what?" you respond quickly, leaning down to suck a hickey onto the soft skin of his inner thigh. 

• his flush has spread to his neck and chest now and his gaze is pleading with you, begging you to hurry up and touch him. 'yes, please." he corrects himself, closing his eyes in embarrassment.

• "that's what i like to hear."

• the sounds gwilym makes as you suck him off are beyond sinful. his voice is music to your ears. keeping his hips still against the mattress ends up being a challenge for him so you find yourself pushing them down every so often and slowing your pace whenever he gets too eager. it's not long before gwil is moaning out beneath you, the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat nearly sending him over the edge. "fuck" he practically growls and at this point, his wrists feel sore from how much he's been struggling against his restraints.

• you move your lips away from his cock when his breathing becomes more laboured and his hips begin to stutter. gwilym groans out in response.

• "since you've been behaving so well for me." you say as you move towards the headboard to untie gwilym's hands. in a flash, gwil has you flat on your back with all the air sucked out of you. he kisses you wildly as he kneads one of your breasts with his left hand and rips off your panties with the right, rendering you a moaning mess.

• all you can think about is his hard cock brushing against your folds and his warm breath fanning across your face. he brings his lips to your ear and starts to move his fingers in slow circles over your clit. "i am going to fuck you so hard, sweet girl."

• and boy...does he