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Keepin' It Sleazy: Overhaul's Onahole

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Dedication: This fic it for my girl RamenAddicted

Summary: Your father owed the Shie Hassaikai a debt. A debt he failed to pay. Chisaki Kai comes to collect.

Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Author chooses not to use tags

A/n: I've chosen not to use tags outside of a general Dead Dove. With that being said, if you been on my blog, you have an idea of what I write. It 100% darker than anything I've given you before. Please keep that in mind. If you can think of it and it's fucked up, it's prolly in this fic. Assume the worst

Spatchkas Overhaul is the b e s t Overhaul

Reader Visual, for Before and After

   You lay on  the cushioned bench, naked and trembling. 

Kai Chisaki stood over you, taking you in. “Look at you Y/n. So pretty as nothing more than an onahole.”

His words made you tremble harder, as tears slid  down your face.

Overhaul glowered at you, not at all moved by your tears. “There’s no point in your tears now. Your father should have paid me. Then his precious daughter wouldn’t be subjected to paying his debts.” All this was said, while he fucked your glistening asshole with a jeweled buttplug. “Everyone’s so damned incompetent lately, that I need to see to your family’s debt myself,” the yakuza said as he watched you writhe and squirm. “Honestly I don’t see how you’d think he’d come back to save you in time, he owes me thousands.”

The word was emphasized by the final push of the plug into your ass. He rubbed approvingly at a dark asscheek, before admiring the slick fat lips of your pussy. He loved watching you get wet from having your ass played with. Loved seeing the ways your body responded to being violated.

He took his thumbs and spread the lips of your pussy apart. He watched raptly as the gooey mess between your lips was revealed. Your cunt was pretty and dark and pristine. Engorged fat and twitching, untouched by anything except your toys, clit hard and sticky.

He pressed his face into your core, and slid his tongue into you in a filthy parody of a kiss. As he licked he breathed you in deeply. He sucked and savored the way you rolled across his senses, completely ignoring your pleas for him to stop.

Above him, you were crying. Little whimpers and cries filled the small room as the villain kneeled between your legs and ate your pussy.. You looked down, through blurry eyes just in time to see him pull away. A thick gooey strand of your slick and his saliva connected you and made for a perverse picture. You watched him reach down and heard the jingle of his belt being undone.

“P—Please, you can’t d—do this. Daddy said he’d bring you your money. Just give h—him more t—time, you don’t have to do this!” You tried to push yourself away from him. To save what little virtue you had left.

Kai laughed as he stood undoing his dark button up. You watched in mounting dread as he stripped himself down, until there’s nothing left but his gloves. When he peeled those off, stared you down, knowing you’d heard what his quirk allowed him to do to people.

After folding his clothes and setting them aside, he gazed at your body reverently. Greedily. As if he was finally getting his paws on a much wanted toy.

For years he’d watched you. Watched the Old Man do business with your father, and could never tear his eyes away from the beguiling quirkless daughter, he brought with him to see the boss's daughter. Even after she was gone, you were brought along out of habit. Left in Overhaul’s care time and time again.

You stood there pristine and untouchable. So perfect and unsoiled. Too good for the life your father led. Too good for him.

Despite his own OCD, he wanted to undo that. Wanted to strip you bare and leave his own less than clean fingerprints all over you. To despoil and soil your virtue until you were filthy enough to be his. 

Now as he stood before you, admiring deep  brown beautiful skin, he had finally been given everything he’d ever wanted.

He moved forward and you flinched as a warm hand slid greedily over your form. Your tears rolled faster and the soft pads of his thumbs ran over the peaked nipples. You shuddered as he focused on them, pinching and tugging on them roughly. 

Before you know it Kai’s slotted himself between your legs. The tip of his dick notched between messy lips. The sound of your sobs only served to make him twitch against you, but when you started struggling he grew irritated.

“Resisting is pointless, Y/n. You’ve been sold to the Shie Hissaikai—Sold to me.” He rocked his hips forward sliding into your hot wet folds. He savored your wetness coating his dick, dragging himself back and forth until it caught at the contracting leaking entrance of your pussy. Predatory gold locks on to teary brown.

“That means, you’ve been given to me to be my personal fleshlight. A trainable onahole to wrap around my dick. A living fuck toy, to use as I please.” 

Abruptly, he thrust forward into the gooey grip of your walls. He feels how they shudder as he fucks into you and takes delight in the punched out noise you made. He fucked you roughly, feeling every quiver and ripple of your pussy. The way you cradled him was perfection in a way his quirk could never hope to attain.

He groaned, watching your face contorted in agony and pleasure. Clearly distressed that your tormentor could make your body experience pleasure like this.

When a smirk overtook his mouth, you felt disgust with yourself at ever having found the man attractive, when he was clearly a sick son of a bitch. You do your best to glare up at him, tears prickling in your eyes. Kai just raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t know why you’re angry at me, Y/n. Your ever-doting daddy’s the one who abandoned you,” he groaned as he bottomed out. “Who gave me your address so you could be taken in the night. Does it hurt knowing your daddy just threw you to the wolves to be my personal whore?”

You shook your head in denial. “D—Daddy would never  do that to me. You’re lying!”

You lay there, furious. How dare this monster try to lie on Daddy! All he ever wanted was to do right by you as a father. He was getting Overhaul his money, he’d never abandon you. Never sell you!

You were dragged from your thoughts by Kai grabbing you by the chin.

He made you look at him as he slowly dug you out. “Your sorry excuse of a father was given the tools he needed to bring me my money. Instead he hasn’t been seen for days,” he growled as he took hold of your legs and pressed them to your chest, to angle his dick so he could properly use you. “He missed the deadline and my men haven’t caught sight of him in his usual haunts. Does that sound like the behavior of a devoted and loving father?”

He spat at you, irritated. “I mean honestly. The only good thing that’s come from you, being this sheltered, is how pristine this pussy was.” He let go of a leg to smack lightly at your clit. You clenched around him and Kai moaned, as his free hand slid up your body. 

A deadly hand slid around your neck and he hastened his pace. You were driven into slow madness as the Yakuza stroked you out and pressed down on the veins around your neck. You feel his mouth latch on to your left breast and shudder at the way his tongue feels.

He latched and sucked harshly, making your back arch off the bench and into his hand. You felt lightheadedness take its hold further. 

Below Kai groaned as he sucked at you as if he could pull milk from you if he tried hard enough. He let go of your throat to resume the circles on your clit, as you lay gasping for air. Filth was whispered into your ear, as the man continued to use your body to get off.

“That’s a good fuckhole. Be good and let me dirty this pretty pussy and you’re gonna cum from it.”

You shook in his hold, lips quivering in your struggle to keep yourself from moaning, but the rest of your body couldn’t lie. The rapture of it ever present, making you come apart at the seams. And all you could do was just take it.

Take it as Kai took his pleasure from your increasingly sloppy hole.

“Your cunt’s gonna cream around me, Y/n? Gonna squeeze this nut from me, until you’ve fulfilled your purpose.” His thumb grows insistent “Cream on your new Daddy’s dick.”

You cried out at the Yakuza’s filthy words, your orgasm lancing through you in heavy waves of ecstasy. Tears rolled down your face. Whether it was in despair or pleasure, no one could tell

Kai watched you raptly. Your beautiful lewd face was all he could look at, smug in the fact that he was the only man to ever make you look like this. He only looked away to look at the creamy mess your pussy made on him as he used you, letting his orgasm overcome him. 

 It was Nirvana as his  hand sank deeply into coiling dark hair. He pulled you off the bench and dragged you to kneel at his feet. His glistening dick bounced in your face  and you flinched.

“Look at how filthy your pretty lil’ pussy is, Whore.” Yellow irises glinted in the low light of the sparse room, as he glared down at you. “Now clean it up.”

You stared at the still hard dick as it twitched and oozed with the remnants of it’s last release. It was covered in both your fluids.

He drug you forward, until your face pressed against his dick and sac. It was sticky and warm against your face and your were happy he was clean shaven there. He angles your head and you take the hint and kiss at his still full sac with quivering plump dark lips. 

He met your gaze head on and you could feel the threat in the air. “You can get to work or you can learn what it feels like being pulled apart molecule by molecule.”

Dark eyes widen in fear, but you kiss less hesitatingly at his balls, before giving them a shy lick. When Kai groaned, you took that to mean you were on the right track. You lapped up your cream from his shaft, doing your best to ignore the salty bitter taste on your tongue. You fought against the immediate urge to pull away and took the head in your mouth.

You tried to take him in slowly. To ease into it, but Kai didn’t care. 

He took you by the hair and forced your mouth wider as he slid into the wet cradle of your throat.

Panic sets in and you try to pull away, but his hand stays firm.. You choked and gagged as the Yakuza plundered your throat, desperately hitting at his strong thighs to no avail.

Above you, he savored your struggles as he worked himself to climax again. “This is something you should get used to, Y/n. Afterall, you’ll be servicing someone after me tonight.”

The blood in your veins went cold and fear ran down your spine as you struggled to look up at Kai, through his rough treatment.

The terror must have been clear in your eyes, because Kai swore and fucked your  face with new zeal.

All you could do was kneel there and struggle to breath, throat and jaw ached as the older man used you. 

After a while tears started building in your eyes and you struggled to keep them at bay with the wracking sobs that could take up no room in your already crowded throat. You kneeled there before the monster, being used as if you were his personal onahole and despite all this, your pussy throbbed from the abuse. 

You found yourself despondently wondering when it would end, when you felt the man’s dick harden impossibly, before he completely dislodged himself from your throat.

Dazed and confused you struggle to speak with your abused throat, but you’re shocked into silence by Kai’s warm cum shooting across your face.

Kai stroked his dick, until your face was glazed in him. Took in the sight with a satisfied smirk. “There we go, the last touch for our guest.”

Stiffening, you backed away, scrambling back into the wall next to the bench. Looking at it now you noticed there’s a chin-rest jutting from the wall and a hole big enough to expose the bottom part of your face. Directly above the bench.

You looked back at him as he moved to tower over you and shook in trepidation. 

The warm light shone from behind him like a bastardized halo, as he smirked down at you.

“Why must you continue to be so difficult?”

~Jump Cut~

Overhaul had you draped across the bench, head resting firmly in the chin rest. You could do nothing as his uncut dick was pressed meanly into your pussy for the second time that night. You whimpered as he filled you out and tried hard to suppress how good he felt nearly splitting you open.

But you couldn’t, as the man began slow fucking you. 

He built a slow pace to madness over the course of hours, filling your pussy and toying with the plug in your ass. It made your eyes cross as he forced pleasure on your body.

Hours later the small room was filled with a loud sloppy sound of your pussy being violated and your whimpers for Kai to stop.

The villain paid you little mind though. Just sated himself on your body. He’d come in you countless times at this point and the proof was in the fact that your lower half was a mess from your constant coupling. 

Gooey white cum made a tacky mess between you and the only thing keeping Kai’s disgust at bay, was the depravity of it all. He got to dirty something so clean. You’d been utterly untouchable  and now there he was, between your legs, pulling you apart and making you unrecognizable to the pampered princess you were at your father’s side.

There was just one more step.

At that exact moment, he heard movement from the adjourning room. He seated himself balls deep in you and stopped moving so you could hear. 

You whined high and distressed at the feel of the man filling your inexperienced pussy, before you too noticed the noise on the other side of the wall. The sound of footsteps filled the silence. Then the jostling of a belt.

You tensed and you knew the vile man above you took pleasure in watching your fear ramp up. You tensed further when you felt him lean down. His warm chest pressed against your back in a corrupted gesture of comfort, as he whispered in your ear.

“Looks like your first client is here. Now the real fun begins.”

No sooner did he say it, did the fat uncut head appear in the hole in front of you. From the angle you were at you could see the thick deep brown shaft, with thick veins running along it. It twitched where it hung pointing straight at you, oozing with pre cum. He smelled of musk and alcohol. Making you want to cringe away.

Overhaul spoke in your ear again, breath ghosting over your ear like a sick parody of a lover’s intimacy. “Be a good onahole and open up.” His bare hand caressed your throat in clear threat.

Shaking anxiously, you licked the tip of it, and felt disgust roil through you, at the man’s muffled groan. Your tongue twirled around his tip making him grunt and thrust forward. You choked, knowing that moving away could very well run up that last of your captor’s patience.The stranger fucked deeper and you struggled to swallow around him.

Kai took pity on you and gave instruction on how to pleasure the john.

“That’s it, lick the underside of it.”

“Breath through your nose when he slides into your throat.”

“That’s it. Gag on it. Listen to him moaning, he loves that.”

“Uhn uh don’t swallow it, leave it sloppy.”

Under his guidance, you had the stranger swearing and desperate.

“Goddamn, where’d they find you? Never thought I’d find  anyone who sucked my cock like this. Bet your other holes will feel better.” 

His hips moved faster as his muffled voice filtered to you from the speaker Overhaul had built into the wall. It was distorted but disturbing nonetheless. Labored breathing was loud and you shuddered to think of the liquor you might smell on his breath.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? “ His breathing became more labored and thrust harsher, the force of them making your jaw ache.“Sloppy lil’ onahole. Bet yer’ desperate to get your hole filled by Daddy’s dick.”

His voice grew strained and the rhythm of his hips disjointed, but his mouth kept running. Tears rolled down your face as you took the abuse and—

“I’m gunna dirty that pretty face  and then turn you around to force my way into that ass.” His grunting filled your ears as he did exactly that. His dick was still buried in your throat when he came. You gagged as the bitter fluid hit your pallet.

You gasped for breath when he pulled out, but your relief was short lived, when the hot deluge of the man’s cum shot across your face. You closed your eyes to hold in your disgust and tears.

You were so overwhelmed and distressed. The weight of one man hot against your back, pinning you down and battering his way into your pussy, and the taste of the revolting man in front of you on your tongue. The scent of him  in your nose.

“Look at you, Y/n. So pretty when you get used as you’re meant to.” He pulled away as the man continued to cum, taking sick satisfaction in watching the john’s cum mix with his own. When you began to shake, he angled your face better to see and the sight made his dick jump where it sat snug inside you.

Fat tears rolled down your face, mixing with the vulgar mess there and Kai groaned as he witnessed the physical manifestation of your despair join in the way he’d sullied you. It made him stroke forward, battering the tip of his dick into the squishy ring of your cervix.

Tear filled eyes crossed as you were forced to lie there and take it.

Just when you were ready to resign yourself to that fate, Kai sat you up and pulled you off his dick. He turned you around and took a moment to admire the sticky mess that connects to his length, before he set you down. You dazedly watched him lean over and touch the wall, to see the evidence of his quirk activate.

When the light dispersed, you could see an oblong looking hole where the gloryhole had been. From the shape of it, you knew what it was meant for, even before Kai manhandled his way under you and got you positioned correctly.

Correctly being  sinking down on the yakuza’s dick, while slotting your still jeweled ass into the hole, for the stranger’s access.

Hands scramble fearfully against Kai’s chest, as he held you aloft and buried himself into you repeatedly. On the other side of the wall the John toyed with the plug, fucking you with it, in counterpoint with how Kai was fucking into your pussy. It feels so good to be filled from both ends, but the way it’s happened is enough to make you sob into the chest of the man beneath you.

“Please—Don’t let him—” Your voice broke off when he pulled the plug free with a lewd pop that left you feeling empty. Big sweaty palms graped your asscheeks, keeping your winking hole exposed, as he groped you. 

 He fondled you, enjoying the way your soft flesh jiggled and shook.. “Of course a whore has an ass this fat. Fuck~” He gave it a harsh smack, causing you to cry out and clench on Overhaul’s dick. 

The man beneath you groaned, but you were quickly distracted by the feeling of something hot and wet dripping into your gaping hole.

“Nasty lil bitch,” he said after spitting on your asshole again. “Bet you can’t wait for Daddy’s dick to stretch this ass more.” His fingers followed his statement, roughly filling you with three thick digits. “Don’t worry Daddy’s gunna wreck this virgin hole. Every bastard after me is gunna be able to slide right in.”

Unbeknownst to the man playing with your ass, you clutched tightly at Overhaul’s chest, tears tracking down dark cheeks. All the while you pussy rippled around Kai as if it didn’t want him to pull out.

Kai chuckled, reveling in your misery. 

“You heard that, Y/n? Don’t you want your Daddy’s dick?” He didn’t wait for a response. Just pulled you by your hair, to make you look at him. He admired the mess of cum and tears on your face. It made him harder than he’d ever been. “Won’t it feel good to have both your holes stuffed.” He cupped your jaw in his hand, and you blearily stared into yellow eyes. The smile he gave you was small and sinister. “You’ll be a proper onahole then.”

The noise that leaves your mouth is one of distress, bone deep and tormented. You try and wrench your face from his grip, but he doesn’t let you. So you resort to clawing at his chest, still begging. Hoping still that he’ll listen to your pleas. That it’ll end with only his full violation of your body.

“Kai please! No—Daddy’s gonna come!” Your voice is a warbling, agonized whimper. “He'll bring you the money. Just don’t let him—”

Abruptly you feel the man’s fingers leave your ass. Panic lanced through your chest, but your could do nothing as the fat head of the john’s dick was smacked against your asshole. You felt as if the breath was snatched from your lungs as he slid deep into your twitching hole.

Harsh hands squeezed your cheeks as he began to fuck into you with abandon. His dick reached places you never achieved hitting with slim butt plugs and toys. He dragged across places inside you that made your mouth drop open and stars burst behind your eyes.

You stared sightlessly ahead, drool dripping from your mouth. It felt so fucking good. Too fucking good. Too wrong. These men were taking from you in ways that no one ever had and you were getting off on it!

“Aww look at you, Whore. Who would have thought you’d be this much of a butt slut? Does Daddy feel that good? Just gunna lay here and take our dicks like the obedient Onahole I know you are. Just a slick hole meant for pleasing and servicing stranger men. Go on, Y/n. Admit it.”

“N—No,” you whimpered weakly. “Daddy’s coming. He’s going to p—pay y—you!” You shook atop Kai. Shook as he and the stranger took your innocence. Used you as their personal fleshlight.

You hold onto that hope, as you lie there, forced to listen to the loud gushy mess that is your pussy and the rhythmic smack of the stranger’s hips against your plump asscheeks.

Euphoria was forced upon your body. You trembled and shivered, crying as the men inside you forced themselves on you, along with their pleasure .

And what could you do?

Enjoy it.

All you could do is let wave after wave of endorphins batter at your mental walls, all the while holding out hope that your father  will come save you and make it better. That’s the only solace you gave yourself as you laid there, by the most powerful Yakuza in the city and some random john.

You whispered it over and over, through sobbing moans as both men worked your ass and pussy over.

“Daddy’s comin’. Daddy’ll make it all better..”

That over and over until Kai notices.

He doesn’t stop fucking you. Just made you look at him, with the gentlest touch to the chin. It’s the most tender touch you’d received all night. His smile is soft as well. Not the evil one of earlier. It was the smile he’d given you when you both accompanied your fathers on business. 

The same smile he’s lured you in with.

Suddenly dread took hold of your heart and you looked up into yellow eyes.

The smugness was gone. The perverse satisfaction was gone. What stood in Chisaki Kai’s eyes now was mania, pure obsessive mania and it was focused solely on you.

“You think your precious daddy cares about you? He sold you to me. When I came to either collect my money or atomize his worthless carcass, he begged for his life. Said he had collateral, so I could be sure he paid up.” He paused, letting you digest that, before going on. “He gave me your address. Gave me the security code for the gate and alarm system.”

You were shaking in his arms now. In pleasure or denial, he couldn’t tell and didn’t care to.

“So I took you and you were safe until we reached the deadline.” He caressed your cum covered cheek as if you were the most precious thing.

“And you know the real kicker to this? When I told you my men couldn’t find your father? I lied. We found him just fine, with triple the money he owed me. He won it at the casino, can you imagine?” Overhaul paused as he looked up into puffy dark eyes, admiring how tears gathered in your water line.

“That was days ago, Y/n.” 

He watched you freeze. Watched your denial form on your lips and listened to it. Sucked it up like a sweet nectar, so he could spit poison back at you.

“He’s had the money to save you for days and has left you to my mercy.” His hips moved harsher now, fucking into you with mean determination, clearly no longer dragging out your torture.  He’d rather give into his vices.” His other hand snaked between you, to rub circles into your clit. “And oh does your Daddy have vices, Y/n.”

You tried to shake free of his grip on you, to no avail. You were forced to look into the face of your tormentor as he forced your body to comply with his perverse wants and spouted lies about your father.

“His favorite vice? Women. He buys whores left and right. Buys their time and fucks them stupid. But their pimps always have rules so he never could do what he really wanted. The only thing he loved more than fucking some filthy bitch is anonymous hook ups.” The look in his eyes is that of a predator going in for the kill and it puts your heart in your throat.

“Your Daddy liked a special brand of gloryhole. One where you got more than the regular services.” Kai paused looking at your face contort in denial and disbelief. “I received more than one report of him wetting his dick in those filthy stalls, and honestly Y/n I had enough.” 

His stroke became long. He dragged himself in and out of you, the man on the other side of the walls a perfect counterpoint to Overhaul. His grunts filtered through the speaker and you kept your denial firm in your horrified mind. 

You knew daddy’s voice and the sick bastard fucking your ass wasn’t him!

“I had my men put out word of a new elite Onahole. That serviced elite clientele with their special talents. The clientele get to pay for any number of holes and use them to their hearts desire.”

Nausea roiled through you anew. He couldn’t mean what you thought he meant. It was unthinkable. 

It was diabolical.

Yellow eyes glittered with malicious glee. Kai derived more pleasure from his plot itself than being inside you. “I knew he’d take the bait.” He continued to touch you like a lover. Gentle circles on your clit and deadly fingers holding you like you’ll break.

You meet his eyes with mounting horror as he goes on, body still falling to the attention of the villain and of…

“Now look at him. Feel him. He had everything he needed to save you. His precious baby girl. And he gave it away for a good fuck. Gave it away to ruin his daughter’s virgin hole. Tell me Y/n, does Daddy feel good? Did you like choking on your father’s dick and making him cum on your face?”

You stared at him, wide eyed and horrid. You started struggling. Struggling harder than ever. Trying without success to pull away from him—Away from your daddy’s dick! At some point you started hitting him. Beating at his chest and screaming, unintelligible and revolted.

All the while Kai watched rapturously. He finally got to see you unmade and hysterical. The look of shame and horror over taking your dark beautiful face. He gets to watch you experience true humiliation and mortification while you take his dick. 

The high of his achievement was transcendent.

“Daddy could have saved you thrice over, but instead he chose making you his favorite Onahole of the night. I hope he enjoys you. Especially after the drug my men gave him. It's a powerful aphrodisiac that increases semen production and will keep him rearing to go for hours. From the force you’re being rocked into me with, it sounds like you’re doing him proud.” 

As if on cue, the man's voice filtered through speakers.

“Shit! Daddy’s gunna cum. Be a good whore and take this nut. Take it all for Daddy.”

With that warning you felt your ass flood with cum, hot and thick and never ending. His hot seed filled you so much, he had to pull out. Spurt after spurt of stick cum landed on your ass.

Against overhaul’s chest you were a sobbing mess. 

“Please, no more! Make him stop! I don’t wan—”

Kai’s callous laugh cut you off. “Oh but Y/n, that’s not what this pussy tells me. Since your precious Daddy started fucking you, your pussy’s been trying to milk my dick all night. Besides, why stop now? You’ve already proved what type of whore you are.” 

“N—No please! I—I’m not a—w—whore,” you cried out.

Kai laughed at you again, voice going still that sweet sibilant tone. “Of course you are. You’re a whore that enjoys taking her daddy’s dick. Enjoys making your father cum. C’mon Whore, admit it.”

You shook your head in denial crying harder, but Overhaul would not be dismayed.

“You can admit it or,” He slotted his mouth next to your ear and whispered to you mockingly, like a lover. “...I could take the recording of both these rooms and release it, for all of Japan to see.”

Your mind froze in cold terror. 

The idea of all your friends and family seeing you be treated like this. Seeing your daddy use you as his personal fuck hole? It was too much. Panic and humiliation pushed you into a downward spiral. Your mind tried to make sense of a way to get past this, but nothing could justify this. Could get you past the fact that your father abandoned you and then violated you for his pleasure.

It was enough to make anyone break.

And break you did.

Like a cord pulled too taut, your will snapped.

Overhaul watched it all in vindication. With renewed joy, he rubbed insistently at your clit and watched in mounting pleasure as you moaned wantonly and fucked down into his thrusts. “What are you, Y/n?” 

The look in your eyes was that of glassy calm acceptance, as you stopped fighting, enjoying the act of getting used. Your voice was a soft whisper, “A whore that enjoys making my Daddy cum.”

Kai grinned maliciously. “Did it feel good when your father fucked you sweet virgin ass, Whore? Did you enjoy the way it felt when he came to you?”

You nodded, making your hair fall into your face.

“Wasn’t it just the best feeling,” Overhaul crooned at you as he felt his peak nearing. The way you submitted to him, got him off in a way he hadn’t known possible.

He only grew irritated when you shook your head no. 

“What do you mean no,” his asked as he fucked you at an more punishing pace. Or at least he tried but you were actively pushing into his strokes.

“You feel the best inside me,” you whined small and deliriously.”Want your cum inside me.”

Kai looked at you as if you were the second coming. He’d never imagined he’d break you like this but he ached to give you what you wanted. “God you’re going to be my perfect onahole from now on. Sweet wet pussy for me to slide into when I’m stressed. I’ll keep you kneeling at my feet, waiting to warm and service my dick.”

You moaned, riding his dick. You could feel your daddy’s cum leaking out and joining the mess gushing from your pussy. 

“Maybe I’ll use you as an incentive when my men do good. A perfect Onahole to slake their lust. After all, this pussy belongs to me, all your holes do. Look at you give it to me.”

Before you know what’s happening, Overhaul sat up and wrapped your legs around his waist. His big hand smacked your ass as he ordered you to work. “C’mon Whore, ride this dick. Take this nut out of me. Good onaholes work for their rewards.”

You moaned, as you planted your hands on his shoulders and feet on the wide bench. With great aplomb, you started bouncing up and down Kai’s dick, like it was your job. You worked his length in and out of you, adjusting your angle to hit the best spots inside you. 

It felt so good to give in. To stop fighting and crying and let the villain use you for your true purpose. You looked up and him and his intense stare made him ride harder. The loud clopclopclop of your pussy was lewd and exciting. Kai made you feel amazing. Made you drip and ripple on him.

“Fuck you feel so good, Kai. Dig me out, abuse my pussy. Use it as your cumdump,” you panted hazily. “I’m only good for what you use me for. Your living onahole.”

“That’s my good obedient hole.” His hands slide up from your hips to caress your sides, before they glide over your breasts. They were a cute little handful that filled his palm before he pinched dark brown nipples. He watched your back arch and enjoyed the way your hips hitched as you fucked him. “Don’t stop now, Whore. Keep giving me this creamy pussy. Keep fucking me until I cum. Don’t you want that. Want both your holes to be fucked sloppy and dripping with me and your farher’s cum.”

That seemed to be the right thing to say, because you started frantically riding the villain’s dick. Dark hands dug gripped his tan shoulders tighter as you fucked yourself desperately. The fat spongy head battered and bullied your pussy. Dragged against your gooey walls in a lewd staccato beat. “Yesyesyes! Gimme you cum. Need it—I need it so bad!”

Kai groaned, head falling to your shoulder as you begged him for his nut. He buried his dick in your pussy harshly and unloaded as you struggled to bounce on it, with your tits still in his grasp. Stars burst behind his eyelids as he rutted into your pussy. Glancing down he could see his dick dragging his own cum out as he fucked back into you. He let your tits go and pulled you down, snug on his still spurting dick.

“Does my pretty whore want to know a secret? The same drug  I gave your father, I took myself. I’m going to leave you pussy weeping tonight. Breed you nice and thorough. Don’t you want that, Whore. Are you excited to be so full of me, you’ll swell with it?”

You nodded vigorously, high on endorphins. 

“Good girl, now cum on this dick. Cream all over me, Whore”

It was like some unspoken thing took hold of your body. You seized up and stars burst across your vision as your orgasm finally crashed into you. Your arms hooked around Kai’s neck, as you held onto him for dear life, wailing your bliss into the stillness of the room. When it was all said and done all you could hear was blood thumping in your ears, where you laid slumped against Kai’s chest.

“What do we say, when I give you my cum, Whore?”

“T—thank you Kai,” you said weakly into his chest, as you languished in the luscious delight that was your afterglow.

Kai smiled down at you, as he moved you both back towards the gloryhole. You let him, content to be used again. 

He pulled you off his dick, ignoring the sloppy mess it made as he maneuvered your weeping center in front of the hole. You leaned into his chest and your legs were pressed flat up against the wall, pussy bare and lewdly dripping for your father’s viewing pleasure.

“Fuck no one told me, I’d have such a big slut tonight. Hope you’re excited for Daddy to slide into these sloppy seconds.” You moaned at the thought of your pussy being abused again, rolling hips forward.

“Mmph they train you real good bitch. Been trained to take Daddy’s dick.” Without warning he slapped his fat tip into the dripping lips.  “Daddy’s going to fill you up all over again.”

On your side of the wall, you moaned, clutching at Overhaul, As your daddy slid into you in one thick thrust. Your eyes cross at the feel of him. It’s like your pussy’s more sensitive than before. 

“He feels good inside, doesn't he Whore? Like you could cum again any second?” You nodded as you breathed heavily, while getting fucked for the third time that night.”

“That drug we took, changes the content of our cum. As soon as it makes contact with any of your pretty holes, it acts as an aphrodisiac for you. Your pussy and ass are going to be sensitive for the rest of the night. Every touch you experience will make you a thousand times wetter than before.” His finger grazed the sticky nub of your clit and you fought back the urge to roll into your daddy’s thrusts.

“I—Is that what h—happened? Why I c—came so hard?” Kai chuckled at the lewd hitch in your voice.

“No, I did some…rewiring with my quirk while you were  unconscious. You’ll cum on command as long as it’s me giving the order.” He abruptly drew back and popped your clit, just as your daddy sank into you balls deep. “Now cumm all over your precious daddy’s dick, Whore”

Pain and passion seared through your body and you came with a cry on dick inside you.

As you fell apart against his chest , Kai leant forward and pressed a hand to the wall. 

The section of the wall between  and around your legs fell to Overhaul and revealed the glistening face of your father, caught in orgasmic bliss, eyes closed, dark blue suit jacket and shirt open. It barely registered in your broken, horny state. You just felt the thrumming  pulse of his cum filling your over stuffed pussy.

You were made aware when he finally opened his eyes though.

“What in Sam hell! Y-Y/n?!” His eyes were horrified as he stared uncomprehendingly at you. He tracked his eyes to where you were joined and you watched him try and pull away. 

Try being the operative word.

Little did he realize when Overhaul dissolved the wall, he also formed manacles that loop from the bottom of the wall, around his ankles. He could not move.

Terror showed in his eyes and he kept trying to get away, sickly looking quickly taking over his features. What he failed to comprehend was his continued attempts to pull out of you just surmounted to him shallowly fucking you.

“Fuck Daddy,” you moaned face lewd and uncaring. “Fuck me harder.”

Your father stared down at you in trepidation. His lips quivered and he tried to form words.

Finally Overhaul chose to break the stalemate. He gently extricated himself from underneath you and got up. He stood in all his nude glory, not a care in the world. Tan skin glistened with sweat under low light, as the yakuza leaned against the adjacent wall, arms folded.

“Okamura Kenji, so nice of you to join us. My men told me you finally paid back your debt. With extra at that. I’d be impressed if it wasn’t after the deadline for your daughter’s safety.” Kai raised an eyebrow as he took in the sight before him, focusing mostly on your beautifully dark skin and petite frame in the warm light. His dick that hung heavy between his legs gave a healthy twitch. “Though I can’t see anyone here finding fault with your callous treatment now. Tell me, did you enjoy making your daughter your personal Onahole?”

Kai felt his amusement rise when the man’s expression became irate.

“You sick fuck! How could you—Could you—My daughter—” Kenji’s voice broke off, as he turned to the side and looked as if he were ready to retch.  

“Your daughter huh? After you’ve cum in every fuckable orifice she has? After you offered her up on a silver platter to lose yourself in gambling and women, you still think you have a daughter?”

Kenji looked stricken, recoiling. He looked down at you, trying his best not to look at where you wrapped around his dick. He held back a retch as he fought back tear

“Why are you crying? Doesn’t Y/n feel good squeezing around you. Left her good and creamy just for you.” 

Kenji shook his head in silent denial, as if he could deny where he had his dick for the past hour. Where it still was. With choppy breaths he tried pleading “P—Please just—Just let us go. You have your money. “Lemme t—take my daughter and—”

He was cut off by Overhaul’s abrupt laugh. 

“I think you’ve taken your daughter enough, Okumura, don’t you agree.”

Kenji opened his mouth to respond to that horrible statement, but a wave of need overtook him. Without his permission, his hips thrust forward, sickened by the way you moan out “daddy”.

“Oh there’s that pesky drug you took to prolong your fun!” The villain gave you an insincere smile, that was more like a baring of teeth. “It pains me to say you’re going to be like this all night.” His eyes flick down to where you’re fucking yourself on your father. “And so will she. You and I fed her enough of our drug filled cum, that she’s going to be insatiable. But that’s alright.” 

He walked over to where your head rested on the bench. His dick hovered in next to your face and without hesitation you turned your head to kiss at the peaking head, as it dripped onto the floor. Kai smeared his leaking dick across your lips like a perverse parody of lipgloss.

“Good Whore, lick it up. Uh huh now take it in your mouth.” His voice cut off in a moan as you swallowed his dick down. He looked back to Kenji and through his pleasure. “You raised such a good onahole, Okumura.” He thrust forward groaning at the feeling of your choking throat contracting around him.

He looked down and caressed your bottom lip where it wrapped the base of his dick, before looking back at your father. “But you would know that, wouldn’t you? I know her pussy must be driving you mad.” 

Kenji made a noise as if he were in physical pain, but that didn't stop his body from moving. Didn’t stop the way he moaned as he failed to resist the effect of the drug. Stop him from grasping your thighs  and fucking into you with renewed lust.

Below him, you were having the time of your life. You felt no shame, or fear. Just the want to fulfill your purpose. To be a pretty sentient hole for your Kai. To service him and whoever he deemed worthy. You already did it— were still doing it and it was euphoria never ending.

He said you were to let daddy use you and you couldn’t even find fault with it. Not when he fucked you like this. Not when his dick— the dick that made you— was pilfering its way into your gooey center. Violating a threshold it was never meant to enter and making you cry and gasp in pleasure, around where Kai’s dick lodged in your throat.

You looked to the side to see daddy’s face and only found it in yourself to be mildly confused at the tears streaming down his face.

He looks torn between enjoying the quivering clutch of your pussy around his fat dick and the act of fucking you. Your brow creases. He didn’t have an issue before, why bother caring now, that you willingly spread yourself for him?

Overhaul noticed your distraction and wasn’t letting it slide. He pressed a thumb to your brown to massage the frown away, as he pulled out. He ignored the whine you let out and spoke.

“Why does my pretty whore seem so distraught? Is getting  fucked from both ends not good enough?” His hands made their way down to your tits to pinch deep brown nipples making you moan loudly.

“Mmph daddy’s upset.” You say it with an edge of irritation and Overhaul had to hold back a laugh as he looked up to your father’s crying face. “Does that upset you, Whore?”

He twisted your nipples until you arch upwards, rolling your hips into your father’s. You both let out a whine. One lustful and the other distressed.

He relished in the debauchery in front of him before he asked again. “Well, Y/n?”

You pulled yourself from your sex induced delirium as you looked at the two men. “He won’t fuck me like before,” you say low and ragged. “He fucked me so good earlier, when he thought I was a random whore he p— paid for.” Your voice was getting choked up. Something was making you sad, but you couldn’t grasp what.  “A— Am I not good enough when it’s not a random hole? Is t—that w—why you— The—reason you left—” Your voice cut off when Kai flicked at your nipples, but the tears were filling those lustful eyes regardless.

“Kai however was eating up the spectacle he orchestrated. “Don’t stop now, Whore. Tell your Daddy what he did to you—What he’s doing.” 

You looked up at him, still trying to resist the urge to pound your pussy. Tears rolled down his face and a heavy sheen of sweat could be seen. His button up was pushed further open to reveal your name tattooed over his heart. He looked so agonized as you looked him in the eye.

As you looked at him, face covered in his and Overhaul’s cum, lips puffy from being wrapped around his dick. From him face fucking you, like the good hole you were. You lick at a drop that made it to the corner of your mouth and it left messy white fluid decorating your lips.

Your dark eyes were lust blown and fucked out as you spoke. 

“You violated me, Daddy.”

Kenji lets out a punched out noise, sorrowful and ashamed. He can’t stop though, the drug forced him forward. Made him need your gooey cunt wrapped around his dick. 

“You left me Daddy. I wasn’t good enough to keep, but I was good enough for you to use my pussy. To swallow your cum and to bounce my ass up and down your dick”

You were saying such horrible things, but you were moaning as you did. Like you were reliving the trauma, but as if it were your greatest fantasy. Kenji couldn’t fathom it. Hated having to try at all. You were never meant to be here!

But he couldn’t focus! The drug made it impossible. All he could gain any hold on was the want to fuck. The need to. He wanted to grip your thighs and turn your pussy out. 

“I’m a monster,” Kenji thought through tears.

“I can’t stop,” was the last thing he thought as the sob finally broke from his throat.

His hand gripped where your thighs met your hips and pounded your pussy with aggrieved remorse. 

You whined at his rough handling, still recalling his treatment with relish. 

“You raped me daddy, don’t stop now.” It was said desperately and whorishly, pussy fluttering and pulling him in a sick imitation of comfort.

Tears streamed down his face as he apologized for his sins. “I’m sorry! God Babygirl. Daddy’s so fucking sorry.”

As he lunged down for your, Overhaul leaned over and took down the rest of the wall. Nothing separated you two anymore and he found himself wondering if Kenji would realized he could pull out.

He realized he was too far gone, when he stepped forward and the force of his momentum pushed you up the bench. He lumbered on, wrapping dark thighs around his waist and moving big dark hands to pull you into his rhythm. 

You were crying, but it was clearly in bliss as you begged and egged Kenji on.

“Please don’t stop! Fuck me Daddy, fuck my whore pussy!” Your eyes rolled back and your pussy held onto him rapaciously.

He watched you with dismay, but rocked his hips forward to feel you contract and gush around him. He looked at your face and found the expression of pure desire there. He shut his eyes to block it out. So the fucked out expression of his daughter didn’t haunt his nightmares. For a moment he closed his eyes and just felt. 

Kai was having none of that though. 

He came back to you, and you thought he was going to shove his dick in your mouth, but he didn’t. He moved to straddle your face. His dick and balls dragged over your face and you relished in the musky masculine scent, as you licked and kissed at his sac. You sucked it into your mouth and lapped at his balls until Kai deemed it suitable.

He pulled back and Overhaul recomposed the bench to where your head hung over the edge. Without hesitation he fed you his dick in one choking slide.

The sound of your gagging drew your father’s attention and he opened his eyes to see the young man balls deep in your mouth, fucking you upside down.

Kai looked back at your father and grinned like the cat that got the cream. “You didn’t think you’d get to have all the fun, did you Kenji?” 

“Y—You sick sonavabitch,” he groaned and he grew closer to his release.

Kai just laugh as he began fucking your throat.

Below you were having the time of your life. 

Two of your holes were filled and the other was getting smacked with Daddy’s heavy balls as you leaked his cum all over them. Daddy’s thick dick stretched and stroked your pussy. It felt so damn good to be this full and his tip kissed at your cervix on each cant of his hips. You just wished you could look at the deluge of cum decorating his dick as he pulled out. You knew the sight must be filthy.

But Kai was filling your throat. The heavy weight of his dick pressed down on your tongue in an almost therapeutic way. On each backstroke you twirled your tongue around the head and pressed it under the foreskin in a teasing circle, before he slid home to your esophagus. 

His balls covered your nose and you couldn’t hold back your fervor as he slowly took air from you with the salacious assault. It made you dizzy and enthusiastic in your frenzy. Made you work your throat around him. Work to swallow and gulp ardently.

His gasps and growl above you made your need for the men exploiting your body, voracious. 

There was nothing but pleasure and ecstasy and bliss as they manipulated your body for their benefit. And you enjoyed it. Your sound of pleasure came from both ends as your mews around Kai were heard by both drugged men and the loud needy sound of your pussy filled both their ears.

It went on for what felt like eternity and you could feel both men tense inside of you. At some point Kai and your daddy found their way to your tits and clit. 

Kenji had a hand working your messy bud over as he worked to fill you with another load, while his mouth worked your left nipple. You writhed as he nipped and sucked at it. Meanwhile Kai flicked and twisted the other and he languidly took his pleasure from your sweet abused throat.

Your orgasm had been building for ages and you could feel it hovering just out of your reach. You whined and squirmed trying to encourage them to get you there faster.

Though Kai didn’t need to be told.

“Look at you, Y/n. So desperate to nut on Daddy’s dick. Forlorn for the feeling of his cum, spilling out this used pussy.” He plucked at your abused nipple, gasping as your throat rippled around him. “Or maybe you just want me to nut in your mouth again. Want my cum painting this pretty face again.”

You made a wet yearning sound that Kai deemed good enough.

“Then cum, Y/n. If you want that, cum wrapped around your precious Daddy’s dick. Make him nut in that pretty pussy again. Maybe this time he’ll knock you up.”

Your body went off like a live wire. You arched off the bench, choking as you felt your body seize. You let out a euphoric scream, or you would have had Kai’s twitch cumming dick not occupied your throat. You swallowed as much of him as you could.

As you came you felt your daddy’s rhythm stutter as he buried himself in your shuddering pussy and reveled in the spasm and grip of abused walls. He sobbed around your tit and wet messy fingers grasping your hip for dear life.

You choked and cried as you came, basking in the feeling of being nothing but a mindless onahole for the men above you. Wave after wave of pleasure racked your body and you luxuriated in it..

Finally the men inside you, stopped cumming and pulled out. Distantly you could hear Kenji sobbing, but you ignored it in lieu of looking down at your exploited body.  

You’re taken by surprise as your once flat stomach is now rounded like you’re pregnant. You groan as you attempt to shift your weight, but Kai puts a hand on your shoulder to stop you. You try to make sense at what you’re looking at, but your mind’s hazy in the post orgasmic afterglow.

You dazedly looked up to where Kai stood to the right of you. The tan man leaned down and picked you up in a bridal carry, cradling you against his chest.

It catches your father’s attention.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re taking her?! Put her down you fucking bastard!”

At the sound of his raised voice, Shie Hassakai members entered through a door you hadn’t noticed, and moved towards Kenji. They grabbed him, and pulled him kicking and screaming towards the door.

You watched them go, still in your detached afterglow, until Kai tucked your face into his chest.

“Time to get my favorite whore cleaned up. Isn’t that right Y/n?”

You hummed, nuzzling into his chest. He was warm and firm and comforting. Afterall, you belonged to him, of course he’d take proper care of you.

As you walked away towards the wall, Kai put his hand against it and it opened to reveal a narrow hallway. Just as he walked through the threshold, a loud gunshot rang out from the direction the yakuza took Kenji. Kai looked down at you, but you hadn’t even flinched, just burrowed deeper in his chest.

He smirked, walking down the dark corridor. 

You were finally his. 

His pretty well trained Whore.

[loserchildhotpants]

hello i am sooooooo sad and lethargic and sick and it would make me soooooo happy if you gave my exhaustively researched Titanic!AU w destiel and samwena, Three Princes, a read ; A ;

i didn't put warnings on it (for Reasons) but also jsyk do not STOP reading before the epilogue :)))))

but look! i made art for it and there's songs for each chapter and switching POVs and there's extensive smut and there's booze smuggling and dancing and tragic backstories and pining and all sorts of stuff!!!

is Cas a Russian priest? almost! does Dean have Stage 4 Mommy Issues? you bet! does Sam sweat loudly around a milf that could kill him w a glance? more than once! is Rowena complex and morally grey while still maintaining a likable charm? i - i mean, god i hope i worked really hard on this one, guys!!

if u give it a chance, leave a comment on it or let me know what u thought of it here or on the cursed bird app - my focus is shot rn bc of meds and illness so i can't really get any further w my current WIPs atm and i need external validation or i shall simply whither away to dust on the wind T A T

imma tag folks (if u want me to remove u from the list lemme know slkdhfj this feels a little brazen of me to tag people ?? but everyone im tagging seems so nice and supportive and im a poor little meow meow rn so)

@queerstudiesnatural @starcrosseddeancas @casblackfeathers @casdeanel @emeraldcas @castiel

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

May's Strip Game Part 7!

[Vote for his gloves]

His Tie is in halves.

With careful, deliberate movements, the Manager pulls off his gloves. Finger after finger, either of them, reflected down the middle. As if his hands are pressed to a mirror pane. As if you are slipping into that land of dreams, where your nightmares often lead. But you cannot be, for you are in the Royal Beth. You are not meant to go mad here, this is where you go to recover from your madness.

“Yes, I agree.”

The Merry Gentleman discards his gloves. The Second Attendant snatches them up, and you watch the white leather turn crimson in the Attendant’s pristine grip.

The Gentleman grabs his cane, and approaches you. It makes the tick-tock of a clock as he walks towards you. His stride is long, and you think perhaps he is covering more distance than he should. You hear your heart beating in your ears, but it makes the thumping sound of a cane on carpet.

He reaches you.

He is still smiling. He pauses, then he taps his cane in a new beat. The double-beat of a heart. At first, it matches your pulse. Then he speeds up once, twice, and your pulse matches his cane. When he is satisfied with your new, induced anxiety, he stops. Your heart remains quickened. Your posture is stiff. The room is too big, the room is too small, the chatter of the crowd died out long ago, and there is no comforting murmur to keep you grounded in reality.

He leans down to your eye level, and places your pencil and paper back in your hand. When did you let go? His smile hides many cruelties, as he asks one final question. “What is your deepest fear? Go ahead, write it down dear, it’s good for bookkeeping.”

{<<<Part One} {<Part Six} {Part Eight>}

If you are here to see May loose more clothes, this is the end of that portion.

[eirenical]

Full Circle (2685 words) by eirenical

Summary:

Two people meet in the course of a journey, and endings aren't always what they seem. Endings aren't always the end. Sometimes they're just a new sort of beginning.

He'd walked for hours, perhaps days, nothing to guide his steps but a vague instinct, a pull that knew no rest. His journey would be over soon, that instinct said. He could lay down his burdens, let go of the last of himself and finally be at peace. Just a few steps more… just a few hours more…

The light was so dim now.

He kept walking.

*

It had been a risk, a desperately calculated one, made too fast for real thought or logic to hold sway. He wouldn't be the first to fake his own death, to flee from the consequences of his actions. They would search for him, he had thought, but someone had intervened. What difference did it make if his body was fuel for someone's fire or a grisly example for others like him? He was dead. Gone. No longer a threat.

As if he'd ever really been one.

And so he walked, one aching foot in front of the other, letting instinct guide his steps. He would put as much distance as possible between himself and those who might seek him out, might suspect the truth behind his "stolen" corpse. Every step forward was a step away from that.

He kept walking.

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Notes, tags, and other fic info beneath the cut.

June 2nd: Feels over Shan Gudao and Li Xiangyi have been eating at my brain for weeks now, and I finally found the energy to put some of it down on paper. This is a "what could have been" alternate ending. Since this show is so fond of people faking their deaths, let's say it could have happened once more. I've left the ending ambiguous, so feel free to make of it what you will. ^_^

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 莲花楼 | Mysterious Lotus Casebook (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Li Lianhua | Li Xiangyi & Shan Gudao Characters: Li Lianhua | Li Xiangyi, Shan Gudao Additional Tags: Ambiguous/Open Ending, Closure, Reconciliation, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Shan Gudao Lives, Blindness

[merlincinema]

Author: HadrianPeverellBlack (@evadne01) Title: The screams of the innocents Rating: Teen and Up Pairing: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon Characters: Merlin, Arthur Pendragon, Kilgharrah, Cedric Warnings: N/A Word Count: 3048 Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53965219 Summary: Merlin, an FBI recruit, is tasked by his boss with drawing up the profile of a dangerous criminal. But it's never that simple. Author's Notes: Hi! This is my first entry for Merlin Cinema, inspired by Silence of the Lambs! I wanted to thank Sariel_Nightthorn and smartypantsflute for the amazing beta work they did! ❤❤❤ Also, since I am very proud of this, I will use it for my Merlin Bingo fill t6 - imprisoment I hope you'll like this!❤❤

[tasmanianstripes]

Re that post about content warnings...

I suspect I'm the person you saw reblog this--and I think that some of the OPs original point/intention might have been lost. It is mostly to emphasize that there's some degree of responsibility on the reader -- by this I mean, you can't get mad at an author for hiding behind tags like "creator chose not to use content warnings." It's kind of a two way street. Because if you put "cw: (triggering thing)" it protects the people who are avoiding it--- but it also may spoil the story for the people who arent. This can be problematic if that major content is actually a huge plot element and having it spoiled kind of removes the shock reaction that comes.

I'm of the opinion personally that people can and should use creator chose not to use warnings and then just a vague "this is going to deal with problematic content that could trigger you; be in a good headspace to consume" type note at the start of its something specific. I reblogged because I really wish more authors would lean into that tag function; it exists to protect both reader and writer, lets us keep our spoilers and surprises while alerting the reader that There May Be Dragons here.

Anyway, I know you don't want discourse and I'm hoping this ask just clarifies why I reblogged it rather than sounding disrespectful in any way. If you wanna reply feel free, but you don't gotta. I just felt bad when I read your post, thought you might have misunderstood my intent behind the reblog, and really wanted to explain myself.

Oh no it wasn't from you, and I totally agree with you!

This is why I mentioned that option of AO3 too because I think it's a good compromise, it doesn't spoil the story but also makes it so people know there might be some potentially triggering things if you read it. When you click on that you kind of accept that risk.

I was more so talking about when there's no warning at all, not even "Hey this has some triggering stuff in it but I can't say what because that's a spoiler, read at your own risk", and my absolute frustration with it. If that is not what OP meant then my bad, but that post came off as also defending that, mainly thanks to the inclusion of the line (paraphrasing) "the author only has the obligation to add the trigger warnings the website they're posting to requires them to" which in cases for websites like Tumblr is none (or was none for a very, very long time (untagged graphic SA fics in the Moomins tags my beloathed)) and is generally a problem where websites don't really have filters like AO3. If it's only about AO3's option to not include warnings and an AO3 post that broke containment then I agree (and my bad also), because it's clear when there are triggering subjects and the author simply chose not to include them vs if there are no triggering subjects.

I still take issues with the wording even then though, though this feels like a nitpick and I generally don't like nitpicking people over wording they use. I'm just generally frustrated because it feels like the discussion of trigger warnings is about courtesy and comfort when treating it like it is is massively underselling it and feels like intentionally picking the words to trivialise the issue and making the people who need them out to be needy and nuisances. Trigger warnings are an accessibility feature, and I'm tired of people boiling it down to simply comfort of the reader, it feels like accessibility is always an afterthought and even a nuisance to some people to deal with. It's genuinely frustrating, and maybe my personal experiences affected my reading of that post.

Sorry if my post upset you also! I admit I was pretty frustrated when writing it so I wasn't the most polite. I totally agree with you here though.

[phanficlovep5]

oh baby, i would do anything for you... (TheOddHarley)

Title of Fic: oh baby, i would do anything for you...

Author Name: TheOddHarley

Ao3 Rating: M

Major content warning(s): Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Rating: 14/10 Ridiculous Dates

Two-Sentence Summary: Akira and Goro have a tradition of planning entire dates around giving dares to each other that they can't refuse. Naturally, things escalate.

Review: This fic is hysterical. There are a few steamy moments in it, but it's the humor that has me reading and re-reading it! Some of the dares are clever, some are silly, but if you enjoy seeing Shuake get into situations, this might be your new favorite fic!

Submitted By: Anonymous

Approved By: Demi

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Also the club boss he's gonna be important right? Because I think I have a healthy hatred for him already. To me he has the same vibes as cheating in a romance story, people can excuse murder or the love interest being a dick (as long as they have a good one:) because "aww he cares" but cheating..nope nope nope.. can't come back from that.. Idk if I'm explaining it right but he gives of vibes and they're not good

I get it! And yeah, Shima has absolutely rancid vibes for VERY good reason that will be explored more as the story progresses!

[thebreakfastgenie]

Outside, the rain had stopped, but inside the water dripped from the canvas ceiling right onto the red-and-white-checkered picnic blanket.

Peg frowned as a few drops landed in front of her. "That's funny," she said, flinching as the next drop hit her perfectly-rolled hair, "I didn't think it was supposed to rain."

"It's not," BJ answered, puzzled. This was their third date--they'd driven six hours south just to find the perfect spot for a picnic on the beach. It rained on their fourth date; they got caught in a downpour coming out of a movie, and BJ gave Peg the silk jacket his father had bought him for Christmas to cover her head. The jacket was ruined, and all his father said about the matter was this girl better be worth it. BJ wondered absently how knew that.

"It rained the day Erin was born, remember?" Peg smiled warmly. "But the sun came out the day we brought her home."

BJ frowned.

“That’s not supposed to happen yet.” 

Peg looked at him serenely. 

“What do you mean?” 

BJ opened his mouth, but before he could answer a raindrop fell between his parted lips. 

He choked on the unexpected moisture. He grabbed at the blanket, which was not red-and-white or checkered, but plain brown and damp. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking away more water. 

At first, the light looked like dawn, but as he oriented himself, he remembered that they hadn’t come back until after breakfast, or what was supposed to be breakfast. The sky hadn’t cleared in the hours he'd been asleep, and the afternoon sun filtered through layers of clouds reminded him just enough of the fog over the bay to make him ache with homesickness. 

In the gray light, the silhouette he saw made him laugh. When he’d collapsed into his cot that morning, he’d left Hawkeye in the chair, promising he’d go to bed as soon as he found the energy. Evidently, he hadn’t found it, because he was still right where BJ had left him. 

“Get a good day’s sleep, Hawk?” BJ asked quietly, stifling a laugh. 

Hawkeye didn’t stir. 

He glanced across the tent. The other bunk was empty, which was no surprise; Frank had slunk off to Margaret’s tent and barely tried to hide it. After the last couple of days, no one begrudged even those two whatever creature comforts they could find. 

BJ cleared his throat. Having confirmed that there was no one to disturb, he spoke a little louder. 

“I guess you slept better than I did. I got a two-for-one deal: a bed and a shower. Of course, the water was cold, but then you get what you pay for.” 

There was no response. BJ sighed and pulled himself up. His feet remembered the long hours in the O.R. the minute he put weight on them. He’d fallen asleep in his boots, but at least he’d made it to bed. He stepped gingerly towards Hawkeye. 

“You’re really dead to the world, aren’t you?” he touched Hawkeye’s arm. 

Something felt wrong, but BJ didn’t know what it was until he shook gently. Hawkeye slumped against the chair. His eyes, wide open, stared at nothing. 

He screamed. 

He heard running, and the door jerking open, and then Colonel Potter was in front of him in his bathrobe. He could tell the colonel was trying to talk to him, but he couldn’t hear him over the screaming. It took every bit of energy he had to force his mouth closed. 

“Is he breathing?” Potter asked urgently. 

BJ wanted to answer, but he knew if he opened his mouth he’d just start screaming again. He stared at the colonel helplessly, his eyes a mirror of Hawkeye’s. 

Potter could see that BJ couldn’t help him, so he turned away and grabbed Hawkeye’s wrist, feeling for the pulse. He spun back almost as quickly. 

“BJ, he’s cold.” 

BJ held Potter's gaze as long as he could, until he felt hot tears welling up and his legs began to shake for reasons that had nothing to do with exhaustion. He stumbled backwards and collapsed onto the nearest surface, grateful that it wasn’t the floor. 

There were more people, now, gathered around the entrance. Even Frank looked agog, cradling a stricken Margaret against his chest. He saw Klinger trying to keep Radar back, as if the door to the swamp was a cliff edge and he was in danger of falling. Father Mulcahy made the sign of the cross and bowed his head in prayer, though BJ couldn’t imagine what he might be praying for. 

Colonel Potter’s voice floated over him, as if it was traveling a great distance. 

“His heart must have given out. In the night, he must have…”

“But he was so young,” that was Frank, sounding, if not horrified, at least genuinely afraid. 

The way he said was made BJ want to clobber him, but he was paralyzed.

“Well, things can go undetected. It’s tragic, but it’s not unheard of.”

“Not to mention the amount of work he’s been doing,” Margaret’s voice. “Does anyone remember the last time he took a break?”

“I should—” 

The moment BJ spoke, everyone else fell silent. 

“I should have—”

“It’s not your fault, BJ,” Colonel Potter said gently. “It isn’t anyone’s fault.” 

“There’s—paperwork,” Margaret choked out. “People that have to be notified. Radar—”

Potter shot her a look. 

“I’ll handle it.” He glanced at Mulcahy. “Father, could you..?”

The chaplain nodded. 

“Of course.” 

Gradually, the crowd dispersed, until it was only the three of them. Hawkeye and BJ, seated, and Father Mulcahy, standing awkwardly a few feet away. 

“You can go, Father,” BJ said softly. 

Mulcahy’s face contorted. 

“I really don’t think I should, BJ.” 

“Please, father. I want to be alone.” 

Mulcahy hesitated, shifting his weight. 

“Well.. alright,” he said after a moment. “I’ll be right outside. If you need anything, I’ll just… be right outside.” 

He looked back so many times he was nearly walking backwards, but eventually BJ heard the door swing shut behind him. 

He closed his eyes. Even when he looked away, all he could see was Hawkeye. The blood on his surgical gown was a garish red. BJ wondered at exactly what moment the blood had stopped running through Hawkeye’s veins, when his heart had stopped beating, when his lungs had stopped taking in air. 

He tried to make sense of it, but none of the pieces fit together. 

He’d died in his bloody surgical gown, with a doctor only feet away. 

He’d died. 

BJ couldn’t imagine tomorrow. He couldn’t even imagine dinner. It was like everything stopped. 

He’d asked Father Mulcahy to leave him alone, but he hadn’t felt alone, not really. He did now. He’d wanted Father Mulcahy to leave him with Hawkeye, but Hawkeye wasn’t there, not anymore. 

He was dead. 

BJ had known from the moment he’d touched him, maybe before. 

He was dead. 

BJ watched the water continue to drip through the ceiling—the rain after the rainbow. It seemed to land on everything except Hawkeye, like water was only for the living. BJ held out his hand; he caught a few drops on his palm, flicked them at Hawkeye. They landed on Hawkeye’s face and BJ’s heart sped up as he imagine Hawkeye’s eyes looking at him, movement coming back to his body slowly. 

He remained still. 

BJ slumped forwards. He stared ahead, unfocused, trying to see what Hawkeye was seeing. 

He didn’t see much. 

[princehendir]

Too broad of a warning is functionally the same as no warning at all, but I don't think we're ready for that conversation.

[weather-mood]

Ready for the seahorse babies. Will this baby shower be underwater or on land? I need to figure out what I’m wearing

Well, that would be spoiler territory! And we do have implied/referenced potentiality of mpreg as the tag rather than a straight up mpreg tag so do with that what you will 👀

Also, to ramble about mpreg logistics like a crazy person. The sirens here are mostly mammalian so it would be a singular siren baby being carried (in the mode of seahorses is more a ref to a male being able to carry rather than the technical egg/multiple seahorse babies situation).

Also, interesting reading.

💕💕💕💕

[irisbaggins]

Oh man. So many people online would really not last through a bachelor or master's course in text and literature. Y'all know nothing of nuance and being able to disagree without making it a moral judgement. So man of y'all wouldn't last a seminar, I swear

[merlinrarepairfest]

Title: A meeting most needed. Writer: ohmerthurcharm Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Mild blood, mention of death of minor character. Medium/Word Count: 4474 words Pairing/main characters: Merlin/Oswald/Ethan Up to 10 tags: Threesome, knife kink, Don/sub undertones, What if, Fix it fic

Summary:

What if Sir Oswald and Sir Ethan did not die? They travel to Camelot, mourning the loss of their Manservant. Merlin's warmth is a welcome to their tired minds, Arthur tells Merlin to give them a good time and he shall deliver.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51031120

[thekuraning]

FHAJNSBFJAKS I ACCIDENTALLY TAGGED MY TIGER & BUNNY FIC AS RAPE/NONCON OH NOOOOOOOOO 💀💀💀

[wrenhavenriver]

I'm going to be a bit unhinged now, in this ask, simply because your tag under the metanalysis of the Gorchanov metanalysis sent me yeeling - IS NORTHERN CAVES THAT ONE ORIGINAL WORK ABOUT A GROUP OF AMATEUR FANS WHO GET TOGETHER TO ANALYSE A WORK??? AND SLOWLY BECOME INSANE OVER IT!!? I'd apologise for shouting, but I haven't knoen peace since I read that, and I wish to see if you suffered the same fate?

the exact same! it's an absolutely bonkers piece and one of the only two works i've ever bothered to use the AO3 bookmark function for so i don't ever lose it

[greatlyblessed]

Anyway guess who has now posted the oneshot of slice of life in swapverse.

Hope you guys enjoy!