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[gimmethatagustd]

gang shit | knj

Your daughter's classmate has a really hot dad. Apparently, you're his arch-nemesis.

○ Pairing: Dilf!Namjoon x Single Parent!Reader

○ Rating: Sfw

○ Genre: Kidfic, strangers/romantic interest, an attempt at humor

○ 1 / 100 Drabble Challenge (Single Parent)

○ Word Count: 1204

○ Warnings: Shockingly none!! aside from my terrible sense of humor, jokes about Crime!!, and also Namjoon's dimples

○ Notes: Inspired by this tweet. I hope you enjoy the first drabble of my 100 Drabble Challenge I'm doing with @sailoryooons - Please check out Hali's drabbles throughout 2024, too! Happy New Year, besties! ✨

○ Post Date: January 1, 2024

○ Masterlist | Send me ur thots

○ What was Jai listening to? GOAT - Number_i

“I don’t make the rules to this gang shit. I just play my role.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, and you cock your head to the side in disbelief. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” Namjoon adjusts his black baseball cap. His bicep bulges out of his short sleeve when he lifts his arm. 

You’re too old to be thirsting for a man like this. In all honesty, you’ve been acting childish all day – literally. It’s the last day of school before summer break, and your daughter’s preschool teacher invited parents to an end-of-the-year celebration. Having the privilege of working a hybrid schedule means it’s relatively easy for you to swing by the school with primary-colored cupcakes in hand. They’re the disgusting ones kids love that’ll stain their fingers and mouths bright blue. Oh, to be a four-year-old. So easy to please. 

Unlike little Yuna’s father, who has a stick shoved up his ass, and for what?

“What are you even talking about?” you ask with your arms crossed against your chest. 

You’d said literally five words to the guy, intending to start a pleasant conversation while the kids ran around the playground and the other parents mingled at the picnic tables outside. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N, Brooklyn’s parent.”

Apparently, that was offensive.

Namjoon’s sharp eyes drag up and down your body, and you try not to let his heavy gaze affect you – and fail when you feel your stomach dip. 

“Brooklyn said Yuna dresses weird,” Namjoon finally says with a pout that shouldn’t look so cute on a grown-ass man. 

“Did she?” 

“Are you calling Yuna a liar?”

“No!” This man is so volatile. “I’m just surprised, that’s all. We’ve been practicing using kind words, but, well, you know how kids are…” 

Namjoon doesn’t look convinced. 

You feel antsy under his gaze, unsure what to say or do. Are you supposed to apologize? Maybe that’s the mature thing to do. You’re still new to this whole “I’m suddenly responsible for an entire human being even though I barely even know how to take care of myself” thing. It’s a little bit unbelievable, actually! 

“I’m sorry for Brooklyn’s judgmental behavior. What kind of weird-, what kind of clothes-” you stumble through what you already know is a shit apology, “Which one is Yuna?” 

“That’s her.” Namjoon nods in Yuna’s direction.

You look across the playground to the swing set, where a little girl is lying on the swing on her stomach and spinning around with her arms and legs hanging limp. She’s wearing her hair in asymmetrical pigtails, one higher on her head than the other. Her sneakers are mismatched, as are her colorful knee-high socks. Her pants are polka-dotted, her shirt striped, and she’s got a bright purple cape tied around her neck. 

“She’s adorable,” you say softly. 

“She’s weird as shit.” 

Your mouth hangs open when Namjoon shrugs. 

“What? She’s my kid; I’m allowed to say that.” 

“Fair enough,” you concede with a smile, “So, we got beef now?”

“Yup.” 

Namjoon crosses his arms against his chest to match your stance. You tell yourself it’s very inappropriate to be eyeing your new enemy’s boobs when you’re in the middle of a showdown. 

“I’m not gonna lie, I don’t think I’m down for going to war for Brooklyn. Usually, I just like to blame her bad behavior on her dad,” you say with a barking laugh. You cover your mouth with your hand when you snort. “Sorry, that was inappropriate.” 

“You’re good,” Namjoon finally cracks a smile, and, wow, it’s breathtaking. His eyes crinkle at the corners, his teeth are big and bright, and he has dimples… “Yuna’s mother doesn’t let her dress how she likes, so when I have her, I let her do what she wants. Self-expression is important, y’know?” 

You nod because he’s right. Kids should be kids. 

“Plus, I like being the fun parent.” 

“Right! Who wants the parent with all the stupid rules?” You perk up, taking a step closer because now you’re partners in crime rather than enemies. Maybe. You’ll work on it. He’s too cute not to get up to some parental crime with—gang members, not rivals. 

“Not cool parents like us,” Namjoon lightly elbows you. 

“Yeah, they can’t ride with our gang.” 

Namjoon makes a face the moment the words come out of your mouth. He bites both lips, rolling them in and hollowing his cheeks, eyebrows raised. 

“What? What!” you gasp, knowing when you’re being made fun of, even if it’s in silence. 

“Don’t ever say anything like that ever again.” 

With a huff, you give him a tiny punch to the arm and tell yourself that it isn’t because you want to feel how tight his muscles are. 

“You’re the one who–” 

“HEY! NO HITTING!” 

Groaning, you throw your head back as a tiny blur of pink collides with your body. Brooklyn tugs on the hem of your shirt, repeatedly chanting, “Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,” until you crouch to meet her at her level. Taking her little hands in yours, you hold them to your lips to give her knuckles a quick peck. 

“You’re right, I shouldn’t have done that to Mr. Kim,” you admit, “I should apologize, shouldn’t I?”

Brooklyn nods, and the bulbous beaded hair ties at the end of her pigtail braids swing like a deadly game of tetherball. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Kim,” you say as you look up at Namjoon. He taps his finger against his chin in mock thought, and you can’t help but think that you’ll actually punch him if he fucks up this teaching moment by pretending not to accept your apology. 

“I forgive you,” he says with another grin that makes you feel like a silly teenager. 

“Y’know, Brooklyn, Mr. Kim told me something about you and Yuna…” Brooklyn immediately ducks her chin to her chest. No one has ever looked guiltier. “It’s not very nice to talk about how people look, love. I think you should apologize to Yuna, don’t you agree?”

It takes very little convincing for Brooklyn to run off toward the swings. She flops on her stomach in the swing beside Yuna, and then, after a bit of talking, both girls spin around. 

“If Brooklyn throws up from doing that, it’s your fault,” you mutter to Namjoon. 

“Real aggressive coming from someone who just physically attacked me.” 

“Okay, Mr. Gang Shit,” you quip back, catching Namjoon’s widening grin out of the corner of your eye. 

“Listen,” Namjoon touches your elbow, his fingers lingering just long enough for you to give him your attention. Heat spreads along your forearm and makes your fingers tingle. “I don’t really accept either of your apologies. You might need to try a little harder to get me to forgive you.”

“Oh.” You feel your stomach twist. 

“Might want to start with getting dinner with me, and then we can see where it goes?” 

Oh.

“I mean, if you think it wouldn’t hurt my street cred being seen with the likes of you, then, yeah.” 

Namjoon grabs his baseball cap bill and pulls it down until his hat covers his face. “Don’t make me rescind this offer because I’ll do it.” 

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll see how it goes.”

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[bandaged-writer]

𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦

↠ feat. dazai osamu, kunikida doppo, ranpo edogawa, chuuya nakahara & fyodor dostoevsky

↠ warnings. none!

↠ notes. felt like doing something soft and cute for once ✨

𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨

Whenever Dazai kisses you behind closed doors, away from prying eyes, he makes sure to tangle you up in a slow and sensual one; one that takes your breath away and leaves your cheeks warm and your heart desiring more.

Dazai tilts his head to the side just before he sneaks his tongue past your lips and draws a low whine out of you. Suckling on the slippery muscle, a pleasant shiver rolls down your spine, your chest heaves with each breath. Kisses like these, they leave you dizzy and intoxicated. "Oh Belladonna! How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when you make all these adorable noises just for my ears to hear?!" He's full of playfulness and seriousness all at once and it gives you whiplash.

Dazai is a selfish, greedy man and he just so happens to want your kisses the most.

𝗞𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗞𝗜𝗗𝗔 𝗗𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗢

Even Kunikida's ideal kiss is written in the little notebook he carries with him, but no amount of preparation could've prepared him for the beating heart, sweaty palms and rosy cheeks whenever he as much as pecks you on the lips. His kisses are short for the sake of his tight schedule, so it's no surprise when his lips briefly connect to yours. A playful pout of disappointment graces your lips.

"Don't look so disappointed. You'll..get a proper one when I'm home." Kunikida tries to act cool, but the thought of a lingering kiss flusters him and the red on his cheeks is evidence of it.

"You better not break your promise!" Your smile reaches your eyes before you drop Kunikida off at work and leave a quick kiss on his cheek as a final parting gift.

𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗣𝗢 𝗘𝗗𝗢𝗚𝗔𝗪𝗔

Ranpo's kisses always taste of candy and boyish joy whenever his lips find yours. After a case in the outskirts of Yokohama in which the murderer refused to confess his deeds, although Ranpo had long since caught him, the detective wandered through the thinning streets.

The sun is setting when Ranpo suddenly stops praising himself, smacks his hat on the top of your head and presses a kiss against your unexpecting lips. "W-what was that for?," you ask, a bit perplexed by the sudden, but very much welcomed, display of affection.

"For being the world's best detective's guide, of course!," Ranpo stated matter-of-factly with his arms confidently crossed behind his head. "A detective is only worth so much when he can't arrive at the scene of crime, so..I just," Ranpo trails off and takes on a more relaxed stance. "Thank you, [Name]."

𝗖𝗛𝗨𝗨𝗬𝗔 𝗡𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔

As much as Chuuya likes to kiss the skin along your neck or the back of your hand, nothing beats sharing a kiss between a few glasses of wine after a job well-done. Once you're done telling him about your day, Chuuya cups your cheek and pulls you in for a kiss; for several ones.

In-between, you can't help the giggles bubbling in the back of your throat, yet you happily indulged the mafioso to his heart's content. "You're extra affectionate today, aren't you?"

Chuuya breaks the kiss, enough for his eyes to bore into yours, enough for his lips to teasingly brush over yours as he speaks. "I had to endure the entire day without you by my side and that's the reaction I get? I must say, I'm somewhat disappointed."

"Oh, shut up and come here." A delicate finger hooks itself into Chuuya's choker, pulls him in and in an instant, his lips are where they're supposed to be: lovingly on yours, basking in the feeling of your skin on his.

𝗙𝗬𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗥 𝗗𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗘𝗩𝗦𝗞𝗬

Receiving a kiss from Fyodor is as rare as spotting a shooting star on a cloudy night and truly a privilege for he doesn't feel the need to kiss you often. The things he does for you speak louder than any kiss ever would, he thinks.

But on days where the rain comes down a little too hard and a blanket of gloom wraps itself around you, Fyodor beckons you to come closer. "Care to tell me what happened, rodnaya?" He tilts his head and when you pour your bleeding heart out to Fyodor with tears threatening to roll down your cheeks, he can't help but want to make you feel better.

Cool, slender fingers cup your cheeks and before you can fully grasp the situation, Fyodor kisses you ever-so-softly. Your eyes widen in surprise, but your heart feels full and warm once Fyodor pulls away and caresses the skin of your cheeks with a gentleness that only you would get to see.

[sonicstalker123]

Protective!Korekiyo x Injured!Reader

CW: Blood, injuries, mentions of chapter 2’s victim, bruises

✨she/her pronouns will be used!✨

Korekiyo is in his lab, admiring all of the items and strangely Angie is in there too, creating a sketch of the god dog statue while Kiyo is infodumping telling her everything he knows about it and seances he’s done in the past.

“Nyahaha! Very inspiring, Kiyo! Have you ever talked to any of the spirits you summon?” Angie asks.

“Mmm, only spirits that have had grudges against other people and then I’ve… helped… out spirits and helped them move on to the afterlife.” Kiyo responds.

“Neat! I’m gonna finish this art piece and give it to you when I’m done, okay? Bye-onara!” Angie leaves.

“Angie is the last person I’d expect to come and visit my wonderful lab and genuinely showed interest in the things here. The only other person that shows interest is Y/N, the way her eyes sparkle when I first showed her everything is something I’ll never forget. It was very adorable. Speaking of which, where is she? We had plans to go to the garden and tell her some stories because she loves listening to them.”

Kiyo leaves his lab and wanders around, with a determined look in his eyes. He runs to a nearby classroom and looks around. “Odd. She comes here occasionally when she just needs a quiet space that usually nobody enters. Y/N comes in here when something serious is on her mind or if she is troubled about something. I learn new things about her all the time.”

Surprisingly enough, Kiyo runs very fast.

“I wonder where she could be. Could she be in her room perhaps?” Kiyo makes his way towards Y/N’s room and knocks on the door. No response. He decides to wait for a bit. After about five minutes he gets worried and calls her phone. Kiyo’s phone continues to ring and nobody picks it up.

He decides to call again and weirdly enough Kaito answers it. “Y/N? Where are you? Are you al-”Kaito interrupts him. “Yo, who is th- Wait… Kiyo??? Where are YOU? Something bad happened at the pool and everybody else is here and we were wondering where you were at. Ya know what? It doesn’t matter. Come to the pool immediately. Monokuma is here too.” Kaito hangs up.

Kiyo decides to text “Y/N” when he starts walking to the pool. ‘Kaito. I’m on my way.’ SEND.

“Hopefully Y/N is there, I just wonder why she wouldn’t message me or give me a call.”

The Ultimate Anthropologist eventually makes his way to the pool. He got lost for a little bit lol

He opens the door and everybody turns their head towards Kiyo. He looks at Y/N and is surprised. “Oh my. Why is she face down on the ground? Why does it look like the pool is a faint shade of red?”

Gonta picks her up and gently rolls her over and Y/N has bruises and blood on her arms and legs. Everybody gasps. His surprised feeling quickly turns to anger once he put the pieces together.

“WHAT HAPPENED. WHO DID THIS? Why is she bloody.”

“Well dipshit, it’s obvious she was attacked. Maybe she was thrown in the pool after she was attacked so she would drown.” Miu says, rolling her eyes. 

“Um… Kiyo.. Kirumi spotted her while she was cleaning and got my attention and Kaito got everybody else.” Tsumugi states.

Kokichi sneaks up to Y/N and starts slapping her in the face continuously, trying to wake her up. “Kokichi, stop! You’re going to make Kiyo even more ma-“ Kaede exclaims while Kiyo turns his head and stands right behind Kokichi. Kokichi sees his shadow and flinches. He eventually stops. He’s actually kind of scared.

“Are you trying to hurt her even more? If so, I will tear out your nerves.” Kiyo asks angrily.

“Grrr… you degenerate male! You should know better to not lay a hand on a girl! Especially my friends!” Tenko exclaims. She gets into a battling stance, wanting to beat the shit out of Kokichi.

Gonta starts to pat her on the back, in hopes of getting Y/N to cough up the water. “Please wake up for not just Gonta, but for all of friends…”

Kiyo walks up to Y/N and sits on his knees next to her. He picks her up and gives her a gentle hug, not knowing what else to do.

Moments pass and he feels that she’s getting warmer (aka blushing) and eventually coughs up a bunch of water.

Kiyo’s eyes widen, along with everybody else. Y/N tries to speak but she’s too busy coughing.

Y/N eventually stops and looks around in a panic. “What- where- KIYO? You’re here?”

Kiyo smiles and nods, putting his hand on her head, almost like he’s protecting her. Y/N smiles real big, still blushing.

“Damn Y/N, were you THAT thirsty or what?” Miu asks, laughing. Everybody but Y/N just gives Miu a LOOK that says ‘are you actually serious right now’.

Almost like “🤨”

Y/N starts to laugh under her breath and everybody then turns to look at Y/N. “Miu-“

Miu turns to look at Y/N, confused. “Yeah?”

Y/N just starts to laugh… like a genuine laugh. Everybody is just dumbfounded.

“I- That joke was… hahaha- very funny!” Y/N exclaims while trying to catch her breath.

“Wowwww, Y/N, you’re like the ONLY person who finds Miu’s dirty jokes funny.” Kokichi says while rolling his eyes.

Kiyo then starts to look at everybody in the room. “Anyways, Y/N, do you remember who your attacker was? Do you remember what they looked like?”

Y/N starts thinking to herself. “Umm, uhh…whoever it was… was short. I only saw a silhouette. I only saw them for a brief second…. I think everything went black? I could’ve been attacked and pushed out the window.”

Ryoma shudders. “I’ve destroyed the mafia before, but how come somebody falling out of a window send chills down my spine..? Odd.”

Kiyo then looks at Ryoma, Himiko and Kokichi rather menacingly, eyes glowing.

Himiko is the only one who’s actually terrified. Ryoma sighs. “You don’t need to suspect me, I was practicing tennis in my room.”

“Why would you suspect me? I have nothing against Y/N!” Kokichi yells.

“LIES! Just last week you pulled a massive prank on Y/N by hiding a bunch of her belongings! Some of them are STILL missing!” Kiyo yells with a hint of growl.

Kokichi starts laughing. “That’s hilarious!! She’s just such an easy target. She’s just dumb. I could prank the absolute shit out of her and nobody without suspect a thing.”

Korekiyo growls. “How DARE you say such a thing?”

“Oh man! It seems like you’re upset with me! I probably should’ve lied!”

Y/N looks up at her boyfriend. “Kiyo… I greatly appreciate you protecting me, you don’t know how much it means to me…”

“But of course, Y/N, you’re very precious to me. I would do anything for you.” Kiyo responds.

Y/N looks at Kokichi and growls. “You’re the one who took my prized belongings?!” Her eyes glow.

Kokichi sighs. “LIKE I’VE SAID BEFORE… Y/N… you’re so slow and a—“

Y/N dashes towards Kokichi with intense anger. She tackles him and glares at him rather intensely. “You need to learn to shut your fucking mouth, you motherfucker.”

“Y/N, please stop! Fighting with Kokichi will get us nowhere. We need to figure out who hurt you. But first. Monokuma! Come on out!” Kiibo yells and Monokuma pops up.

“What’s up? You called?” Monokuma responds.

“Take her to a nearby hospital!” Kiibo responds back.

“Well, alright, she hasn’t broken any rules. We have to go all the way to Jabberwock Island for that, are you SURE you wanna risk her dying? She might bleed out.”

Kaito and Kiyo look at her and then Monokuma. “Take her. Kiyo will kill us if she doesn’t come back so she better come back, Monokuma!”

“I wasn’t going to give you a choice really, just felt like doing a bit of trolling. As long as she, or anybody else for that matter, don’t break the rules, anybody can go to the hospital. Ah-ah-ah, you can’t come in here, Korekiyo, there’s no room.”

The Monokuma ambulance disappears in the blink of an eye.

Himiko notices some arrows. “Arrows? I bet this was used to attack her. Nyeh? What’s a necklace doing in the pool?”

“A necklace??? I thought that was one of the missing items. Does it have *insert your star sign here* on it?” Kaito asks.

Himiko nods.

“Why and HOW do you know about her necklace, Kaito?” Korekiyo asks.

“Dude, she wears it almost every day. It has a star sign on it and me being the Luminary of the Stars, I had to ask her about it and what star sign it was. And plus I got it for her, I thought it would be something she’d like, it combines our favorite things. Me? Stars and Y/N? Necklaces.”

The Ultimate Anthropologist walks into the pool and grabs the necklace, which was like four feet deep.

“You walked into the pool?! JUST LIKE THAT???? Holy shit, dude. Mad respect.” Kaito responds.

“But now your clothes are soaking wet and dripping water drops everywhere. Go change your clothes and come back here.” Kaede politely demands.

“I’ll be staying here, looking around for clues.” He responds.

Kaede shrugs and starts looking around with Shuichi. Korekiyo walks up to the arrows and notices something sparkly on the arrows. He then looks at the window and sighs. “Dear Y/N, who did this to you?” He hears his phone chime and looks at it. “Y/N??? How is she typing right now?”

‘Hi kiyo, at jabberwock island, hard to type with glass in my arms. I’ll be ok. Love u, they’re taking me to get the glass removed rn, hope to see u soon 🥰’

“GLASS?” Korekiyo exclaims.

“She fell from window, she bound to have glass in arm.” Gonta responds.

“Poor thing, she must be in pain right now. Glass in her arms, she’s bruised and bloody.” Tsumugi responds.

“I noticed that the arrows were sparkly. It’s odd, unless it was Himiko. I doubt it though.” Shuichi states.

Himiko sighs. “Nyeh… I was the one who accidentally hurt her. I was practicing my magic with arrows and she unfortunately went flying out of my window. With the arrows.”

“Himiko’s magic is real?! And she’s not just saying random shit???” Kaito asks.

Himiko doesn’t say anything and leaves the room with a deep and upset sigh.

✨time skip to a few days in the future✨

Kiyo sits on the floor and sighs, burying his face in his hands. Suddenly his phone starts playing a tune. “That’s my ringtone… Y/N?!” He quickly answers.

“Hey, I’m still in the hospital but I figured I’d give you a call in c-case you wanted to hear me s-speak. Damn these IVs are making me super sleepy… can you visit me? It’s… kinda lonely here…”

“On it, dear. See you in a little bit.”

Y/N giggles and says “alrighty” as she ends the call.

Kiyo makes it to the hospital, almost as if Himiko used her magic to get him there.

He finds his beloved, completely passed out from the medicine. “Hah, there she is. Safe. Okay. Thank the dog god.”

“I a-a-assume you’re the one that Y-Y-Y/N was talking about?” Mikan asks while walking up to him. Korekiyo nods. “W-We found a t-total of 53 shards in her a-arms. We got her wounds s-stitched up t-t-too. She will b-be o-o-okay soon.”

Haha iykyk the 53 joke

“I see… thank you.”

Mikan leaves and Korekiyo sits next to Y/N and holds her hand. “Y/N, we know who did this, Himiko did it. She confessed. I’m sure the others are justifiably mad at her. You’re going to be okay, I promise.” Korekiyo holds her hand.

✨time skip to a few days✨

Y/N walks through the hallways, relieved to see everyone, minus Kokichi and Himiko. She ignores them both.

“Hey, welcome back, Y/N!!! You good now? Here’s your necklace! Kiyo here found it and walked STRAIGHT into the water for it. It was super badass!” Kaito exclaims.

[afreakingdork]

It's On the Tip of My Tongue

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader One-Shot

Warnings/Tags: Explicit Content, Aged-up Turtles, Established Relationship, Love, Romance, Cunnilingus, AFAB Reader, Masturbation, Cum Play

Synopsis:  Your boyfriend goes above and beyond after offering to teach you Japanese.

Also avaliable on Ao3

Written for the prompt✨Donnie's Love Language is Learning✨

I am so honored and inspired to be surrounded by such incredible writers and artist on a daily basis! This one goes out to y'all plus more specifically @amutantturtleenthusiast and @shiftandshade for literally giving me the premise on a silver platter. Both of your brains blow me away on a daily basis. Pun intended!

Last warning for the 🍋 under the cut. Minors DNI!

“What are you?”

Staring hard at the foreign letters on the package you were holding, you glared at the tiny mascot that looked like a buff praying raisin.

Donnie who was a few feet away with a basket tucked into curled arm, barely shot you a glance. “Try the tag.”

“It just says Nobel!” You gripped, turning the parcel over only to find a slew of even smaller font of what looked like walls of doodled strokes.

Sighing as if he were put out, he made the few step trek. You offered him the candy and he instead leaned into your space to review it. “Otoko Ume.” He gave a light scoff. “Man plum, I believe it’s supposed to be a manly amount of sour.” He pointed to the mascot. “Hence whatever this is supposed to be.”

“You had it before?” Turning into him brought your faces closer together.

“I prefer sweeter fruit chews.” He gently knocked the side of his head against yours and moved away.

Watching him depart with a warm smile, you went back to the candy with a tepid frown. Your brow scrunched and then rose as you snapped your neck back towards him. “Wait, did you read this?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged and went back to debating chips.

“You can read Japanese?”

“You’ve met father aka Splinter aka Lou Jitsu aka Hamato Yoshi dozens if not hundreds of times at this point.”

“Yeah, but I’ve never heard him speak it!”

He gave you a look that somehow both read disappointed and incredulous. “You do realize how that sounds?”

You grit your teeth and crinkled the packaging with nervous fingers. “Ok, look-”

He turned to you with dubious attention, folding his arms in way that caused the basket to jut out like a plastic welt.

“We’ve been together for how long?” You needed to reframe.

“Four years, 7 months, 3 weeks, and 2 days.”

He always spouted off the knowledge like it was nothing. You adored that he kept a running tally.

“And this has never come up in the slightest!?” You swung out your hand to make the point, but it just made it look like you were offering him the candy.

He reached out and plucked a corner of it between a thumb and finger to place it back on the shelf. “Can that be…?” With an extra adjustment to make sure the bag was in line with its brethren, he resumed his crossed stance as he processed the data. “Hm, you may have a point.”

Sighing out of sheer relief, you switched to eyeing him up. “Let’s hear it then.”

He gave it another moment of thought before grabbing a bag of nori shio chips. “Pa-pa tried to teach us when we were very young to varying degrees of success.”

He dropped the selection into the basket and you walked over to scan the savory snacks.

“I’m not sure to the extent, but Raph can certainly maintain day to day conversation. Dad will sometimes switch over when he’s really tired and Raph mirrors the speech. I’ve always meant to test if he’s aware he does it.”

Tempering your eureka moment, you found a bag of snacks you had always wondered about and quickly offered them to Donnie.

He scarcely glanced at it. “Kameda Kakinotane, they’re baked soy sauce rice crackers and peanuts.”

Pulling the package back, you marveled at finally having secured the knowledge that had eluded you.

“Mikey took to reading. When he was real small he’d sit in Dad’s lap and make him slowly read out the ‘pretty letters.’ He maintains accounts on multiple Japanese art sites and I’ve seen him flagging pages from imported books to look back at…” Donnie tipped his head to the side and gave a huff. “I can’t remember the last time I heard him speak it out loud. That’s annoying.”

Still putting a majority of your focus into listening, another package that had vexed you caught your eye so you moved to hold it out.

“Amanoya Himemaru, it’s a fried salty/sweet rice cracker.”

Lighting up, Donnie already had the basket offered out as you shifted to drop them in. You gave him a thankful smile which he lazily returned with a nod. 

“As soon as Leo took to Señor Hueso it was all over. That peabrain of his doesn’t seem to be able to hold two languages at once; he dumped all the Japanese for Spanish, if he even had any.”

“Which just leaves the star of the family.” You shifted your body weight to one hip and Donnie regarded you fondly.

“Fluent, as you can image.” He slunk down and around you awaiting further praise.

“Of course.” You gave it in the form of a stroke to his cheek that curled down the scratch that place he liked his beneath his chin. You felt the brunt of his rumbling churr along with a softening of his features in delight.

He allowed it for a moment before reigning himself in as he seemed to remember you were out in public. “Along with a few other languages that were self-taught.”

“My genius.” You hummed, stepping with purpose towards another aisle.

He followed as you approached the daunting wall of teas. The lead position meant he couldn’t see you. Using this time, you crafted your most puppy-like gaze before rounding it on him. It sputtered out as he had already steeled his features into a hard icy line. You almost missed the days when you could routinely catch him off guard to your advantage. He knew you far too well now and though you preferred it, sometimes you wish he’d let you get off once in awhile.

“I’m not going to read off all the labels.”

Your shoulders slacked and your head rolled back in defeat. “Come on!”

“There’s an English proverb that comes to mind…” He feigned thinking even though you both knew he already had the information locked and loaded.

“Yeah, yeah…” You whined.

“’Teach a man to fish.’” He spared you by only reciting a portion.

Your displeasure distracted you for a moment and then you bobbed as the intention hit you. “You want to teach me?”

“If…” His guard lowered in a small and timid way that translated the importance of this gesture. It wasn’t some snide force of information to correct you where public education had failed. It was his family’s culture. Your heart was faulty of bursting before he even finished what he was saying. “… you would be interested in that.”

“Yes.” You had tempered your shout which was a good start, but the urge to tackle him was off the charts. You settled for pressing your arm to his free one and weaving your five digits between his three for a tight squeeze. He showed his appreciation for you holding back by pressing a kiss to your temple.

The air then rapidly change as he parted with your conjoined hands in marched tow. “Let’s begin. Dearest, you picked the perfect place to start!” You balked and he used your surprise to trade the basket into your hands. He then posed in front of the green teas and brought a finger to attention. “Here we have ‘oh-cha,’ or tea. Some might believe this refers to only green tea, but if we dig into the radicals of the characters than we reveal something delightful about the language…”

He droned into both a heady lesson in tea and Japanese that would keep you both at the little specialty grocery store until closing. After getting scolded by an employee and finally making your purchases, you’d somehow been able to coax your purple turtle back to your apartment. You’d been unable to reign that mouth of his in as he doubled all of his sentences throughout your nighttime routine. Even into the kiss goodnight under the covers did he whisper sweet nothings on that dual tongue of his. It would have been sweeter if you weren’t exhausted. You could still hear the syllables as you drifted off to sleep.

When you awoke, you found yourself snuggled in tight with a cold emptiness beside you. It wasn’t unusual as it was hard to keep Donnie tied down to a mattress for sleepy mornings, so you hobbled up to look for your partner. He was nowhere nearby and the silence that chased your search seemed to indicate he had gone out. Bleary and sleep drunk, you stared at a bright pop of neon purple on the wall opposite you. It was curious enough that you left the comfort of your covers to investigate. Against your body’s protest, you gave a half smile as it came into view. It was a translation for the word ‘wall’ with a Romanized version for pronunciation and two sets of characters. You seemed to remember something about the three alphabets, but you weren’t sure which were on the note.

Resisting the urge to take it down, you turned and caught another purple note on your nightstand. You reached to touch the one on your alarm clock and caught sight of another pressed to the surface of the table as well. Getting a sinking feeling in your stomach, you rubbed your eyes. With renewed gaze, you came to find there were about five sticky notes on the nightstand alone. Foreboding sensations tickled your fingers as you spun around and started to take in just how many surfaces in your apartment were labeled. The purple notes popped up in nearly every inch of the space in some shape or form. It would have been impressive if not for how daunting it was.

Shirking it off, you headed to the bathroom to wash up. It marked the beginning of your battle with the annotations. The one marking the mirror was set in the dead center so you had to move it to see your reflection. The one wrapped around your toothbrush had to be completely set aside and the one on the toothpaste fell off as soon as you picked up the tube. The clipping on your face wash then fell into the sink and the one on your hairbrush had picked up an errant strand to its adhesive. Trying to cool your heated nerves, you went to get dressed and thankfully found no signs of that accursed neon amongst your clothes. Suspicious, you grabbed a shirt and turned to find a detailed manifest taped to sliding door of your closet instead.

You praised yourself for not ripping the thing to shreds and moved in an angry stupor on your couch. Across from you a note clearly sat against the screen of the TV, blocking a little square of the screen in the top center. You stared at it with wide furious eyes as the lock turned at your door. You turned that same look on the only person who had a key.

Donnie slipped in with a brown bag tucked into one arm and did a jaunty little twirl into locking the door back up. He then turned with a bright smile. It didn’t falter as he passed short glance at your furious expression. He brushed past it and headed to the kitchen. Climbing up into the couch, you watched him over the back of it as he sat the bag down and proceeded to get some plates.

“If that’s breakfast than I might be inclined to not get as mad about… all of this.” Looking around it didn’t take long for you to point you the nearest glaring neon offense.

He followed your arm and then gave you a genial nod which you read as a confirmation. It wasn’t like him to be so quiet. Where you had been annoyed, suspicion took over. Doing a half roll, half jump over the couch, you joined him in the kitchen as he laid out two wrapped bodega breakfast sandwiches. The scent distracted you and you reached for one before registering your arm was in motion. He peppered a napkin on top of your plate as a precaution to what would certainly be a messy ordeal and you left him in favor of taking your bounty back to the couch.

You had already gotten a few greasy bites in when he finally came around and set his plate on the coffee table. Through your own chews you watched as he then moved the sticky note on the TV and returned to you. He took a seat beside you and muttered a phrase you swore you had heard in any number of anime before he picked up his sandwich to eat. The curious silence ebbed between bites and when you went for the remote, you didn’t find it in its typical place. Donnie was pretty good about keeping the apartment in order for easy retrievals and you swiveled your head to look for the device. You found it instantly in a green hand and watched as he flicked the TV on. It instantly came alive and within moments you found you couldn’t understand what they were saying.

You slumped back into the cushions. “Of course, you somehow already have it set to some Japanese channel!”

He responded and it took you another beat to realize it hadn’t been another comment from the TV.

“What?” You turned to him, your sandwich already falling to the wayside.

He turned to you and the aura of smugness rolling off of him was palpable. He then went on to not only repeat whatever he had said initially, but rattle off a few more sentences that you presumed were an explanation.

You gave a hollow laugh. “No.”

One of his eye brows lifted in a manner that said the opposite.

“You’re not.”

He said something else in Japanese and went back to eating.

“Of course!” You shouted and looked around frantically. In this sense he was the immovable object, so you were already on the hunt for a work around. Over the years you’d found yourself quite adept an levyig your quick thinking against his staunch attitude. He’d grown humble in some ways, but when he was hyperfocused, you had to get creative. Not finding what you were looking for, you remembered where you had started your day. You found your phone under yet another sticky note in the bedroom. Balling up the bit of paper and tossing it into the trash, you typed out a message.

You: You’re just not going to speak English anymore?

Positioning yourself in the door of the bedroom you watched as Donnie took his time unearthing his phone from his pocket. He then regarded the text and then shot you cocksure grin before typing something out. You waited for your phone to vibrate before looking down.

Mauve Menace 💜: 言語を学ぶ最良の方法は、没頭することです。

That contact nickname had never been more fitting. You smiled regardless because it had been exactly what you expected and you copied the text into a translation window. Your gambit had worked out, but you scowled at its contents.

“Don, I love you and I want to do this, but… you gotta give me a break!” You crossed the room and over to him. Your shift in attitude had him placing his meal back down on the coffee table and extending an arm to you. As you drew close he wrapped it around your leg. “I’ll learn fast this way, yeah.” You reached down and gently cradled his chin where he was already looking up at you. “I need breaks though. My mind doesn’t work the same as yours.” You bent down to place a kiss to the top of his head which he dipped down to make more accessible. “Let’s set up a schedule and do immersion blocks during certain hours? Does that sound ok?”

Though he was still sat on the couch, he scooted to the edge and tugged your leg until your body was flush with his shoulder. He then rested his head against your stomach and thought the proposal over. You waited patiently and twirled your fingers into his little mask tails. When he seemed satisfied, he released you.

“Alright.”

“Ah, English to my ears!” You sang and dipped down to give him another kiss. He met it and you crossed him to drop back into the couch with a plop.

“The labeling…” You glanced at the closest one on the coffee table. “Maybe when I have a little more understanding I’ll come to like them, but for right now there’s way too many. I’m more of a hands-on sort of learner.” You laid your head against the arm rest and debated grabbing the rest of your breakfast.

Donnie gave a little thoughtful hum and mumbled something that you were sure was English, but still didn’t make it to your ears.

You gave your own curious response that he could either leave if he were chugging down a thought train or indulge if he were in a sharing mood.

In a mixed bag of both, he got to his feet. He continued to rattle off a series of what you now could identify as disjointed thoughts. It was the kind of thing he did when he was in a formulation state. You watched as he predictably headed to his desk. He kept his lab in the safety of the sewers, but when you’d chosen to cohabitate, you’d made sure he had space to work on any non-lethal projects.

Curious as to whether he’d go the old fashioned route of digital for what you presumed was a blueprint, you watched as he instead clambered for a box of parts. He then scowled at them, dumping the pieces into another such bin and using the now empty container to push all the work atop his desk into. It was enough to bring you to an upright position; he rarely treated his paperwork so poorly.

You were about to ask when he rounded on you with a manic eye. His body language shifted to tender, but that edge to his gaze said it was a sort of put on. Regardless, your body responded when he ghosted his hands over your shoulders and propped a knee up on the couch. Using the stability, he then crowded you and his lips pressed greedily into yours with enough pressure that you laid back down. By the time he encouraged you to slip your arms around his neck, you had almost forgotten about the strange display. His hands cascaded down your body, massaging your thighs in a way that coaxed them apart. Slotting himself there, his tongue attempted to drown yours and you had a far away thought that he was rushing when he hadn’t even seemed in the mood just a few moments ago.

A single rock into your center caused the thought to evaporate. He kept the pressure vague but ever-present as the pawing make-out session continued. You were near delirious when he pulled back. You watched with a love drunk gaze as he studied you from where an elbow held him up on one side of your head. Admiring his work, he wiped a bit of drool from your lower lip with his thumb and then beamed you an all too saccharine smile.

“I think we’re ready to begin.”

“Uh-wha?” You hadn’t regained the ability to sharpen consonants yet when he left you.

“With the lesson, darling!” He beamed as if that were patently obvious.

You stared at him dumbly and he dipped down to pick you up. One arm slipped under your knees while the other cradled your shoulders. Despite your confusion, you snuggled up to him as he carried you over to his desk. He deposited you right in the center of it and took great care to adjust your seating. When he felt satisfied, you were perched on the very edge with your legs dangling off of it. He dropped down onto his knees before taking one of each of your own in either of his hands. He pressed them together which translated all the way up your thighs. It made the slick between your legs all the more apparent.

Still trying to process what was happening, he set his chin atop your legs and watched you with what you could only describe as an abuse of innocence.

“Donnie… what’s going on?”

“You…” The angelic softness in his eyes caramelized before you as he rose up smoothly into your face. He then tilted his head as if he were going to kiss you, but instead continued, “... said you preferred experiential learning. As do I, so let’s learn.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the lacquer in his tone and he shifted back to his knelt stance. You had the faint idea of protesting, but he then hooked a finger into either side of your shorts. 

“Speaking can come later. We’ll schedule it, as discussed, but there’s a little thing we should work on first…”

It took you a moment to find your voice. “Y-yeah?”

He nodded and trailed his fingers around to the button in the front. “The tongue is a muscular organ that among its many jobs helps to manipulate language.”

He was methodically about undoing the stud and you felt the need to anchor yourself to the edge of the table as he dragged the zipper down at a painfully slow pace.

“Its dexterity is of utmost importance and something I’d like to demonstrate to you along with some basic characters before you get into it yourself.”

Your nod started small and then grew eager as he trailed his hands back to your sides. Glad you had a solid grip, you brought your hips up and he slipped both your shorts and underwear off in one go. You sucked a breath in through your teeth as he set them aside, carefully, on a chair before returning to you.

“To clarify, today we’re focusing on Hiragana. Do you remember what that is?” He kissed one of your knees and your jaw fell slack.

Trying to pick it up and swallowing the rapidly accumulating moisture in the process, you licked your lips.  “It’s… an alphabet?”

“That’s not as specific as I’d hoped, but you aren’t wrong.” He awarded you by slowly pulling your legs apart. Your body arched instinctively as the collected honey threaded strings between the two sides of your inner thighs. He drew close and shot it an approving gaze before turning it up on you.

“Don-” His name hitched as you melted under the searing look.

“46 characters representing syllables that allow us to write Japanese words, conjugation endings, and grammar particles.” He drawled on as he settled himself into the most comfortable position. It ended with his face right between your legs and his hands wrapped around your legs with a grip on the outside of each thigh. “Let’s start with some monographs, what do you say?”

“Yes, please, just-” You strangled the desperation and tried to translate it into your face.

A fond look broke through his molten façade and he gave a quick peck to your left thigh in what you sensed was an acknowledgement of how well you were playing along. You pried one of your hands free from the table to cover his with a light squeeze to translate something similar.

A flicked gaze back to your core and he was all burning business again. “There are a series of characters that happen to follow along the English vowels…”

You wished you could mouth a response, but the anticipation was throttling your voice.

“Starting from the top.” He closed the gap and pressed his face into your heat. Your head rolled back as he adjusted and then the scorch of his tongue darted out. He made precise strokes and it tore a sound out of you.

“Ah!”

He pulled back just enough so he could speak, “Exactly, unlike our vowels though, Japanese handles the long and short forms differently where need be. For this character, it’s that single sound.”

He immediately pressed his snout into you again and shifted the angle. His tongue dipped between your folds and you huffed.

“Oo!”

“Perfect.” His hot breath tickled you and you squirmed. “You just need to ensure the right mouth shape to make it distinct from...” He surged forward, tracing a hot line down towards your center, but not quite pressing in.

“Oh!”

He was a little slower to retreat and took his time gathering the moisture weeping there. “Do…” He swallowed. “Do you hear the difference? The う is like ‘too’ and the お is like ‘coat.’”

You rolled your hips forward, unable to answer.

“Two more, you’re doing incredible.”

His encouragement brought a pathetic whine up your throat as he nosed into you again. You seized up as he first tasted you then distinctly making the strokes that flicked directly over your clit.

“Ee!”

He rumbled in a way you vaguely understood as affirmative before going for another pattern. Its precise tongue movement didn’t rip a sound from you and for the first time you became semi-cognizant to what he was doing. Memories of him eating you out over the years reeled by as his tongue made flat stimulating laps. He’d been able to finesse his ministrations to the point where he knew exactly where to lick to get you to make the exact sound he desired. You might have been scared of his accuracy had he not finally shoved the thick of his tongue into your hole. A lengthy moan passed your lips and you forewent the table to hold directly onto his head. He awarded you with a few pumps of his tongue before pulling all the way out and putting a several more inches of distance between his face and your pussy than he had yet.

You nearly cried and a pathetic sound trickled out of you. “Eh…”

He panted heavily, shaking his head with a growl. “All five.” He gave your thighs a congratulatory squeeze. “Though that latter one may have sounded like the English ‘e,’ it’s actually interpreted as the ‘i,’ while the former is then the inverse of that.”

You rolled your head from where it was thrown back to look at him in a scandalized fashion.

He smiled darkly. “To recap, that’s い for ‘easy,’ like how easy it is to make you cum and え as in ‘wet’ and how I soak you through after just a few kisses.”

You wanted to scream at him. That fury in your eyes caught his and he gave another easy smile.

“Do you know how much I love you?”

The fury petered out and you watched for that affectionate switch to occur. Instead, his blown out pupils read that he was barely holding back. If it had been there, you might have interjected with the amount you held, instead his burning gaze brought out your mimic. “How much?”

“Let me tell you.” He murmured and shot forward. His grip on your legs was bruising and now all his ministrations were exact. A scream surged from your belly and you caught it with clenched teeth. The table rocked as he wrote out an epic with his tongue alone. You scarcely wondered how many pages this explanation would take up as the coil tightened with each twist of brush. He wove a love letter through your folds and across your clit while taking time to dot off sentences with a pump into your core. It was just enough pressure that your arms gave out and you slacked back, caught only by his wall of monitors. You had zero concern for their state as blood rushed in your ears and you could feel your peak coming on. Without your limbs to translate this, you squeezed his head between your thighs to give him some kind of signal. The fingers curled in on one of his hands and you felt the appendage then wave. Despite both your positions, you recognized it as ASL for ‘yes.’

You wanted to strangle the multilingual love of your life.

Instead, he seemed to finish his soliloquy and then attach himself directly to your clit. You came as soon as he did, his tongue eas you from the high as the spring rhythmically compressed and released. His grip on your legs soon loosened and he took great care in licking up the extra slick you generated. Satisfied, his head lolled back and he swiped that magnificent tongue of his over his lips.

His head rested against your inner thigh and you slowly regained the ability to move your arms. Once you had enough control, you used them to pull yourself from his screens and give him a sheepish look. He shrugged it off and rubbed his cheek against you to telegraph that it was alright. You smiled and reached out, needing to touch him more. Brushing your knuckles against his cheek, your tried to keep your lids open. “That much, huh?”

“That much.” He agreed.

You gave a wistful sigh and the inability to lean back properly was starting to wear on you. Donnie stood, freeing himself for your legs for only a moment before leaning down to dip an arm under your knees. This time you were ready and reached out to knot your arms around his neck. He spared you a kiss before surprising you by rotating your body so you could lay out long ways across the desk. You were curious for a moment, until he moved and you noticed that it could easily align your throat with his hips. Thinking this was what he intended, one of your legs came up in a lazy bend and you adjusted your shoulders.

He watched you lazily before going for his waistband. It was a stretchy sort of garment that made for easy transition between day to day and ninja vigilantism. As he prepared to slip it off his hips, you caught the telltale outline as he shimmied the fabric.

“You dropped?” You wondered with a half-lidded gaze.   

“Can you blame me?” His pants fell away and he stepped out of them. His cock bobbed lazily now that it was free and he reached down to fist the base. “You did so good in your lesson.”

“It’s already over?” You murmured, biting your lowering lip and unable to look away as he slowly tensed the skin forward.

“No and…” He gave himself a few hard strokes before blowing out a shaky breath. “It’s bad form because I would prefer the lecture had flow, but I’d like to cap off today’s teaching with something a little more complicated.”

“I like the sound of that.” You hummed in agreement, wondering when he’d let you take him.

You watched with a growing furrow in your brow as he moved to jerk himself off to a steady rhythm.  

“Can I…?” You drew out the question, pushing up onto one shoulder.

He shook his head and stepped in closer. The wet slap of his fluids resonated in your ears. “I want to watch you.”

“Watch me?” You finally broke eye contact with his cock to search his face. “But I’m not-”

“You’re doing everything.” He corrected sternly.

Your mouth snapped shut and you lay back tensely. He continued to slide his fist from hilt to tip with his speed increasing incrementally.

You studied him until it came to you. “Explain it to me.”

His lips parted with a heady little chirp.

“Teach me.”    

“My star pupil.” He groaned into the praise and paid extra attention to his flared head. “While we say it-” He stuttered and his hips bucked into his hand. “-casually. In Japanese culture, you don’t say ‘I love you,’ you show it. If it is said…” He trailed off, drinking you in with a long dragging gaze. “… it makes it all the more special.”

You nodded, curious if this was meant to be a demonstration. It didn’t feel quite right. Though he didn’t say it as often as you did and he was very good at acts of services as illustrated. The more you thought, the more you came to notice he didn’t fit neatly into any of the love languages. In the time your relationship had grown, you found that he completed each in his own way. Instead of overt touch, he preferred little, more meaningful brushes. He’d gone from plying you with inventions to making the occasional one that meant all the more. Quality time had been through the roof since you’d moved in together and you’d often wound up sharing space with one another, content doing separate things. Overcome with the many memories, you came back to yourself as the slap of his fist against his now soaked plastron seemed deafening. You could barely trace his hand as his pace became erratic.

“You.” He heaved the word. “You.” He repeated and turned his body. In a few last desperate tugs, ropes of his semen cascaded down your torso. You gasped at the sudden heat of them and barely registered when he shot forward as soon as the last of it ribboned out. His insane reflexes came into play and this time you couldn’t follow his hands at all as they danced over your belly. You gawked as he then pulled away, one of his fists dripping with his own release. Still feeling remnants, you looked down to find a clear set of characters spelled out in what was left.

 You craned up onto your elbows in attempt to read what was written on your body without disturbing the fluid.

He leaned in close and pointed with his free hand as he mouthed, “’Eye-she-teh-ee-mah-ss.’”

You sat up just a bit more and he threaded an arm around your shoulders to support your weight. “Again.”

With his head now right beside yours, he seemed to surprise slightly, but complied.

“One more…” You urged, turning to ghost your lips over his.

He repeated the words and drank you in with a kiss.

You didn’t let it linger and pulled back. Biting your lip, you set your gaze and carefully enunciated what you’d heard. “愛しています”

His lips crushed you back into the table and you could feel him move to grab you but falter with a handful of his cum impeding the action. Clearly annoyed, he broke away to tissue the fluid away before returning with more. He wiped you clean before urging you to your feet which became immediately apparent as a transfer to the bed. He made the trek slow and you huddled close to him. “How did that not flow?”

He gave a dry chuckle and you gave into the sheets. “Only one character I taught you ended up being in the final phase.”

“い” You noted.

He had been in the process of crawling into bed with you and caught you in another crushing kiss.

Pulling back breathless, you could feel a long day of intimacies coming on and wanted to clear one last thing up before it was too late. “And watching me?”

“Working up the nerve to say something that important.” He responded swiftly with that smug grin of his. “Seeing you sprawled out for me, having let me do that to you, and indulging all my little idiosyncrasies…” He reached over and plucked a sticky note from the bedside table.

You promptly snatched it from him and tossed it aside. “It’s that kind of love.”

He grinned and you both fell back into each other’s embrace.

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Hiii Albie how are u doing?? I hope you’re doing good💖 Ur work is so amazing I can’t get enough of it!💖💖💖 It started with a smile is so well written i just-asksjdjkwwk🥰

So i got a request if you’re not too busy could u pls make a kakucho fluffy but dom smuttyy smut (like do one u did with ran in the series), i crave this man sm ugh😫 We need to know why he’s the number one boyfriend 😳 Could u make it about him being an absolutely sweetheart like literally obsessed with y/n so whenever someone flirts with her *haitini’s or sanzu’s crackheadass* he gets so feral and into zaddyyy mode real quik that makes y/n never looking to another man ever again.. And rest of bonten are really jealous that kaku is with y/n, she is also superstrong (bonten nr 4) and rlly gorgeous and joined bonten soo this all happends at a meeting or event. He needs to destroy me and then cuddle me afterwards hihi✨

Tysm for ur time🙏🏼💖

A/N: Hello anon darling ❤️! I wish I can say I am doing alright, under the weather atm 😷 but I wanted to post this before passing out again. And thank you for your kind words 🤗. I’m glad you enjoyed my first series! Hahaha, yes I can turn our best boi Kakucho into a dom like I did for Ran. I hope you enjoy this piece!

Only One

Characters: Kakucho x fem!Reader

Warnings: Kakucho treating reader like a goddess, kisses, minor violence (not towards reader), Sanzu degrading reader (in a flashback), reader is flirty with the Haitani Brothers and Sanzu, Kakucho display jealousy, smut (pet play, collaring with a belt [A/N: remember this is fiction, this kink should not be used for newbies], degrading (Kakucho calls reader “stupid pet” and “dumb pet”), face fucking, cum swallowing, sloppy makeout, spankings, unprotected sex [wrap it up people], squirting, biting, hickeys, and creampie), and fluff ending

Special Thanks: EB for proofreading, correcting and beta reading!

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You’re dangerous. Drop dead gorgeous. Formidable. Kakucho has found his purpose again in life which was to serve you. He treats you like the goddess you are and worships the ground you walk on. Anything you want, he will make sure you’ll have it.

“Angel,” Kakucho softly caresses your sleeping face, “it’s time to wake up.”  He places gentle kisses on your eyelids, your cute nose, and your lips. You stir and let out cute little moans that are only meant for him to hear. Your eyes fluttered open, trying to adjust the dim light shining through the bedroom window. 

“Mmmm, Kaku.” Your adorable tired voice makes him feel warm inside. You wrap your arms around him to snuggle closer to his chest. “Good morning.” You close your eyes again and he chuckles, he keeps kissing you to wake you up more.

“Good morning, my love. I made breakfast for you.” Your eyes shoot open, staring at him for him to tell you more, “I made some salted salmon, miso soup, tamagoyaki, spinach salad, and pickled daikon.” A beautiful smile spread upon your pouty lips.

“Kaku, you’re the best.” You return small butterfly kisses on his handsome face before you press your lips onto his. Moaning how good his lips feel on yours, wanting to feel him more but Kakucho lifts you up in his strong arms and carries you out to the kitchen and sets you on the chair where he has breakfast laid out for the both of you.

“No Angel, you are the best.” He kisses your forehead before taking a seat next to you. You give  him a thankful peck on the cheek before digging in.

This is your usual morning routine with Kakucho whenever you spend the night with him. Waking up to his loving kisses and him making a healthy breakfast for the both of you. While you are getting ready in his bathroom, he is busy packing a bento box lunch and making your favorite coffee. When he feels your radiating presence in the room, he finds you wearing a sexy pantsuit. Your hair is styled, your makeup (which he thinks you look better without) is flawless, and your confident stance is alluring.

“Ready, my love?”

“Ready.” Your seductive smile sets his heart beat at a blistering pace. 

Kakucho never carried a briefcase with him before, but ever since he started dating you he has. The reason is because he wants to make sure he has everything in there to take care of you. Spilled coffee on your shirt? He has a stain remover stick. Lipstick faded? He has your shade. Your hair tie snapped during a fight? He has extras. Cut yourself? He has a basic first aid kit. Too tired to walk in your high heels? He brought your flats. He even has extra feminine products in his briefcase in case you have your monthly cycle during the day. Also your favorite chocolate bars. 

He will open doors for you, walk on the side of the curb, has an extra blanket or jacket in his car in case you get cold… just the perfect gentleman. 

Stepping into the Bonten building, all eyes are on you. You exude confidence, fierceness, and attractiveness that always grab everyone’s attention. The moment you and Kakucho step into the conference room, someone comes to surprise you by trying to trip you backwards. You hold your steady stance, grabbing your supposed “assailant” and flip them back, knocking them on their ass.

“Better luck next time, Sanzu.” Your shit eating grin appears on your smug face. Normally Kakucho’s natural instincts would come to your aid but this is a normal occurrence between you and Sanzu. 

[Flash Back]

“This is… our no. 4?” Sanzu approached you, eyeing you up and down. Sure you are attractive, he looked at you once more… okay, really attractive. Maybe you have wit. But to be no. 4 in command, you need to be ruthless and strong. Your appearance did not show that. “All you have is looks, sweetheart. You’re better off working at a whore house.” 

Kakucho was about to come into your defense until something took all their breath away. It was so quick that it happened in a blink of an eye. You knocked Sanzu’s ass down without hesitation and with great strength. The ground even shook from the impact. Sanzu was groaning in pain, he didn’t see this coming. Mikey displayed a small proud smile. 

You turned to face the rest of the executives with your deadly aura and terrifying stare, “Anyone else believe I would be better off working at a whore house?” No one dared question you. Kakucho was immediately enamored with you. He never liked Sanzu in the first place and the fact you taught him a lesson made Kakucho respect you. 

“You really took me by surprise, sweetheart.” Sanzu was staggering to get back up, “Your strength is exhilarating!” His droopy eyes showed some excitement. “As Bonten no. 2, I will not hold back and put you back in your place, No. 4.” He towered over you, your quick eyes noticed his movement to try to use your technique and you counter it flawlessly.

“I would like to see you try, Pinky.” You walked to sit in an empty seat next to Kakucho. The moment you two made eye contact, he knew he found a reason for living.

[End Flashback]

“Ahhh, so close!” Sanzu happily admits his defeat and pulls himself up from the floor. Rin and Koko scoff while you roll your eyes and stare into his dilated blue eyes boringly.

“Not even close, Pinky.” You and Kakucho saunter to your usual seats, he hands you your coffee and you thank him before taking a sip of the delicious taste. Kakucho always makes the perfect amount of sweetness. Ran has been observing both of your interactions with his amusing eyes. 

“Spend the night with our little Kakucho?” Ran playfully asks with his arm plop on the table and leaning his head against his hand. Rin snickers when he sees the look of embarrassment on Kakucho’s face. Mikey, Koko, Mochi, and Takeomi flicker their eyes in your direction, it’s obvious that you did but they still want to see how this plays out. 

“Why? Are you jealous, Ran Ran?” You match his playfulness with a seductive smile, Kakucho frowns when he sees you flirting back. He doesn’t like it when you do that, especially when you smile like that. It should only be for him. 

“Always.” Ran gives you a flirty wink, “My bed is so cold without you. Come over to warm it up sometime.” Kakucho hands ball into fists. He is close to wanting to punch Ran, not like how you are flirting in front of him.

“You’re always welcome in my bed too.” Rin joins in the little fun, you let out that cute giggle of yours that Kakucho loves but not when it’s towards someone else. 

“If you want me, you need to come and claim me darling.” Your seductive smile didn’t falter, upsetting Kakucho even more. Why are you going along with them? 

“Oh?” Sanzu arches one of his eyebrows, “Is that what Kakucho did? How is he in bed?” He boldly asks you in front of everyone, Kakucho’s cheeks are heated. “From what I can tell,” Sanzu’s droopy eyes land on Kakucho, “it doesn’t seem like he can tame a brat like you.” Kakucho’s eyes glowered at him. “I mean if it were me,” He tilts his head to the side with a sadistic smile, “you’d be collared and I’ll show everyone what an obedient pet you are.” 

“Is that right?” Your eyes challenge his statement, “You think you can handle a brat like me?” Kakucho’s fists clench tighter, imagining the Haitani brothers and Sanzu claiming you. This does not sit well with him.

“Come to my office after this meeting and I will gladly show you.” Sanzu’s smirk.

“Why wait until after the meeting? Don’t you want to show everyone what an obedient pet I am-” Kakucho abruptly stands up and everyone stares at him, bewildered. Nobody gets to call you their pet, except for him. He grabs your wrist, yanks you out of your seat, and drags you out. “Ah! Kaku-” He faces you with a dominating expression you never saw on him before.

“Shut. Up.” Your eyes widen in surprise and immediately close your mouth. Everyone is surprised to see this side of Kakucho. He stares at everyone else down with a glare, “We’ll be back later.” He pulls your wrist and takes you out of the conference room. 

“Um… is it alright for them to leave?” Mochi asks this puzzling question. Everyone looks at Mikey, who is eating his taiyaki. 

“He needs to tame her.” Mikey glances over the rest of them, “Commence the meeting.” The rest of the executives are jealous of Kakucho who is excused to teach you a lesson.

The car ride is silent, deathly silent. Normally, it’s a comfortable silence. But this, you are afraid to look at him. You can feel how pissed he is. Kakucho has never been this mad at you, actually scratch that… he’s barely ever mad at you. He parks in front of his place, you open your own car door for once and step out. He walks ahead of you which is completely out of the norm and you follow him behind. The elevator ride is also silent, he wouldn’t meet your eyes. 

Closing the front door behind you, you expect him to say something but instead, he walks into the kitchen leaving you alone. You hear him rummaging through the kitchen drawers. Hesitantly, you call after him. “Kakucho?” He ignores you and continues doing his own task. In several minutes, he steps out with his belt in his hand. That’s strange. 

He approaches you with an unreadable expression. “Kakucho, what-” He grabs you by the jaw, pulling you towards him. Your eyes go wide, yelping at the sudden force.  This is not like the Kakucho who has always been a gentleman.

“Strip.” He demands, pushing you away. You stumble back, still shocked but you do as you're told. You don’t want to upset him even more. Plus, this is getting interesting… His hungry eyes watch you strip naked in front of him. When you’re finally bare, Kakucho wraps his belt around your neck, sticking the prong into a new hole he must have made in the kitchen. He tugs on his new makeshift collar and leash, making sure it isn’t too tight. “How does this feel?” His voice is monotone but stares at you sternly.

“I can still breathe.” He nods in approval.

“Then get down on all fours.” Your eyes gape in surprise.

“Wh-what?” Kakucho pulls the belt to bring you closer to his face.

“I said. Get down on all fours.” Your legs shake, but this is kinda exciting to see this side of him. You did as he told you, looking up to see what he wants you to do next. “Take off my pants.” You use your hands to unbutton his pants but he slaps your hand. “Use your mouth. Since that’s all you’re good for.” You know you shouldn’t get turned on by his degradation but you can feel your pussy throb. You did your best to use your mouth to unzip and unbutton but you are not able to do it. “Useless. Can’t do anything by yourself.” He unbuttons his pants then pulls out his semi hard cock and dangles in front of your face. You stare at the pre cum leaking from his tip. “Do I have to tell you everything? You know what to do.” Kakucho pulls on his belt and you gasp.

You lean forward to lick a long stride from the base of his balls to the tip of his cock. You twirl your tongue around his head, teasing him and he pulls on the belt again.

“Fuck, stop teasing me, bitch. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” You did what he told and he shoves his cock down your throat. You feel him in the back of your throat and you gag. “Relax your throat and breathe through your nose.” You follow his instructions, able to breathe normally but not for long. He roughly fucks your throat as if you are his personal fleshlight. Your tears are run down your face and spit is dripping down your neck. You moan and gag every time he goes too deep. “Fuck this is what your mouth is good for. Being stuffed with my cock.” Your pussy is dripping down to your thighs.

He tugs the belt to pull you closer to have your nose touch his abdomen and he spills his cum directly down your throat while groaning. Forcing you to swallow every drop. His cock stops pulsating inside your mouth and he pulls out. You try to catch your breath, your jaw is sore and your lips are swollen from the rough treatment. Not that you’re complaining. Kakucho pulls the belt to have you stand up and he messily makes out with you. His tongue invades your mouth, dominating your tongue. He breaks the kiss, spit connecting both your lips.

“Crawl over to the couch and bend over on the arm.” You get down on your hands and knees and crawl towards his couch with him following you. Then you pull yourself up and bend over on the arm of the couch. Kakucho removes the rest of his clothing and stroking his cock.“Spread your ass cheeks.” Your cheeks go red with embarrassment. Kakucho spanks your ass, “Spread them.” His stern voice commands you, you shyly spread your ass cheek. He leans down, feeling him inspecting your pussy and he blows air making your pussy clench at nothing. “Pathetic hole.” Kakucho drags his cock up and down on your wet slit before ramming it hard against your cervix. 

“AH!” You cry out. He punishes your pussy and tugs the belt, making your back arch. The couch squeaks, your tits bounce, your pussy is making wet lewd sounds and you hear Kakucho’s breathy moans. He lifts your leg up, forcing you to let go of your ass cheeks and fucks you even deeper. “Ah, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Kaku-” He yanks the belt harshly and it cuts off your moans.

“Master.” Kakucho corrects you while continuing to brutally thrust into your cunt. You can’t hold out much longer and you feel you are about to burst.

“Ma-Master! ‘M gonna cum. Need to cum!” 

“Beg your master.” 

“Please, please, please please! Let me cum!” Your tears are dripping from holding out your pleasure. Kakucho dips his hand down to rub your clit and you squeal.

“Cum.” You release the knot in your stomach, squirting clear liquid on the arm of the couch and the floor and your eyes roll back. This is the first time you squirt and you are in bliss. Once you are down from your high, Kakucho tugs his belt, “We’re not done yet.” He drags you around the couch and he sits down on the cushion. “Fuck yourself on this cock like the stupid pet you are.” 

Your jelly legs straddle over him, you hold his cock to sink down on it. And holy fuck, he’s fucking deep. Too deep. Making you feel full. Kakucho slaps your ass with a cold look in his eyes, telling you to move. You bounce on his cock, feeling every inch of his length and girth. Kakucho harshly sucks on your bouncing tits, biting them and marking them. Your legs are growing weak, you resort to grinding and feeling his cock move inside of you. 

“Tired already? What a dumb pet.” His cold words spat, but it didn’t register you since you are dumbed out. Kakucho holds your hips and fucks into you, making you moan and scream in pleasure.

“Master! I-I need’a cum! Please lemme cum!” Feeling another orgasm building up. 

“Do it. I’m going to cum inside this pathetic hole.” Your pussy squeezes his cock so hard, it nearly pushes him out but he prevents it. The moment he bites hard on your neck, clear liquid gushes out, wetting his cock and abdomen. He continues to fuck into your wet pussy, feeling close to ejaculation. You whine from overstimulation, your clit is too sensitive. He lets out a deep sexy moan and thick ropes of cum shoots inside your gummy walls. Kakucho holds you tightly, not wanting any drop of cum to spill out. 

You both try to catch your breaths, sweat dripping from your bodies. Kakucho notices his markings on your tits are bluish purple and he softly caresses around it.

“Did this hurt?” His voice is now back to a gentle tone.

“It stings a little but I’m alright. That was a lot of fun.” You reassure him with a blissful expression, Kakucho carefully removes the belt around your neck. There is a slight marking around your neck, he winces a little for manhandling you. He lifts you up and carries you to his bedroom. He cautiously lays you on his comfortable bed and cuddles you from behind. His strong arms wrap you in a tight but a safe space for you. 

“I’m sorry for hurting you.” Kakucho’s eyes see a dark hickey forming on your shoulder too and lightly kisses it. “I got jealous, I didn’t like it when you or the Haitani brothers or Sanzu flirt. I know it’s selfish of me because we’re not officially together-”

You turn your face and kiss him deeply, in hopes to wash away his jealousy. “You are the only one I want.” You turn your body back around to face him completely. “Don’t ever be jealous of them because they will never have me.” You kiss him passionately, Kakucho runs his rough fingers through your disarray hair.

“Please… let me stay by your side no matter what.” Leans his forehead against yours.

“Don’t ever leave my side.”  

“Never, my love.” You share another passionate kiss, feeling each other’s unspoken love. 

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[haejjoon]

Hi I agree with the mako discussion I have always been neutral to her and this whole discussion articulated why. I feel like there's a big disconnect between the story concepts for p5 and the writers. I.e Ann's themes Vs her treatment in writing

Also I'm a local oc X canon shipper who likes to rewrite stories to insert my oc & Ur fic & blog is giving me inspiration for what I can do because I only recently started p5r after watching rtgame play it so I haven't digested & criticised details in full yet so hearing Ur thoughts really helps articulate vague impressions I've had!!!

That being said, I'm interested what u think of Sumi Because. I low-key don't like her (I DONT HATE HER but I don't love her beyond "she's cute")

Anyway that's all!!!! I love Ur au bye bye ✨

- oc anon

aw. hey anon!! thanks so much for dropping by :)) im glad the discussion helped somewhat

oh boy...... sumi. where do i begin.

i'll be clear from the start: i love fanon sumi. i think shes adorable, i love seeing her in fics, fanart, etc etc. and for the longest time i couldn't figure out why i loved her sm in fandom and hated her in canon? and then i realized:

sumi's character... has no clear purpose.

(sojiro voice) let me explain

each of the phantom thieves have a recurring theme of finding or rediscovering identity.

ryuji with track + his old teammates

ann with her stance on modeling

yusuke with his purpose for creating art (oh boy i also have a lot to say about Him)

makoto with her burnt out but not quite burnt out gifted kid syndrome

futaba with her purpose for living at all (ouch)

and haru with how she wants to define herself without her father's influence.

the only (ONLY) exceptions to this is akechi and the protagonist. akiren is the catalyst to aiding the others discover identity, and akechi already has his purpose in life so ingrained he doesn't need to (or doesn't bother) trying to grow as a person.

now... sumi.

she's first introduced as the brilliant gymnast honor student. over time, it's clear that she struggles with meeting others' (and even her own) expectations for herself.

if we follow the same formula for the other thieves, this would be when she'd start questioning why she does gymnastics at all, or who she does gymnastics for. instead, she double downs on her supposed love for the sport, and only spirals deeper and deeper when simple "hard work" doesn't pay off.

obviously we know why. she thinks she's her dead sister. but thematically, it just clashes with all the rest of the characters already presented, because the player now has no idea where her character's going with this. she suffers from the same thing makoto's character does: tons of payoff, no clear resolution.

by the end of the faith confidant she declares that she'll now be doing gymnastics as sumire, and not kasumi. that doesn't change the expectations stacked upon her to succeed. sumi never says, "it's okay if i don't succeed, because i'm doing my best." she says, "i'm going to succeed as sumire yoshizawa and not kasumi yoshizawa, and everyone will see me shine in my own way."

and don't get me wrong. it's a lovely conclusion on its own and i'm proud of her for it, but narratively it came so out of left field. there was no set up for that specific drive to succeed As Herself, because the entire set up thus far was that she just couldn't succeed at all. this is why the entire confidant felt so stilted to me.

and the reason for such a strange ending note is because of the twist itself. no one expected her to actually be her dead older sister. suddenly, sumi is a completely different person, and you're just supposed to roll with it through her confidant. there's just no time within the confidant itself for the player to digest it.

moving on from that though i just fucking hate how she's marketed. her entire palette is a copy and cut paste from joker's. her outfit is somehow worse than ann's--i get it, leotard for her gymnastic skills, but look up gymnastic leotards when you get the chance. there's no plunging necklines like her costume shows. her coat (again, carbon copy from joker's) is cut in the back in a way that no matter What You Do or How You Look at her, all you see is a flash of ass and thigh. the first thing you see of her the MOMENT YOU OPEN THE GAME is a slow pan up starting from her exposed crotch, for fuck's sake. fuck you atlus, she's fifteen.

also????? she's supposedly a gymnast, but she?? uses a ribbon??????? in her all out attack and in her final performance at the end of her confidant rank? is this just a localization issue? ribbon dancing and gymnastics are two very different sports???? someone explain??

she also pops up in thr story at the most random times, because the writing team over our beloved atlus couldn't figure out how to shoehorn her in to make her relevant to the main plot. why does she get the app in the first place, having nothing to do with the thieves as a whole? why does she awaken to a persona at all in maruki's palace, when all she does is vehemently deny who she really is?

dont argue with me on this, but the reason why she awakens to her persona SPECIFICALLY AT THAT POINT IN THE STORY at all... is so atlus could shove her into the opening cutscene where she "saves" joker. so the players could get hyped seeing her supple fifteen year old Pan Up From Crotch in the first five minutes of the game. joker didn't need saving. fuck off

and if you're gonna follow the rules already set in the p5 universe: how come she can use her persona so effectively in the first place? haru couldn't, even though she awakened. sumi definitely shouldn't be able to, given the whole... denying who she really is situation.

and lastly there's just some aspects of how she's depicted that rly irk me, but those are absolutely just my personal feelings. nothing inherently wrong with them, just annoying to me specifically:

- her over the top polite nature that only hinders her, but she doesn't abandon it to set straight boundaries with those being rude to her because she can't meet their expectation. even makoto told the principal to leave her alone that one time.

- the way she's so clearly shoved towards joker as the Canon Choice like makoto was in vanilla. p4 does this with rise, too, but it's far more bearable because of just how over the top she is with it, at least for me. i had a problem with yukari in p3 for much of the same reason as sumi.

- the fact that her outfit doesn't change after she accepts herself as sumire. i understand that it'd be a lot of work, but narratively, wouldn't it make more sense for it to change? akechi got two outfits (both ugly but i digress) for the two facets in his true self. if her thief outfit is a manifestation of her doubling down on her identity as kasumi, why doesn't it change? why is her hair, a clear indication of who she is as a person, still in a ponytail despite everything??? is she taking on kasumi's confidence in the metaverse?? it just isn't clear.

- her fucking magical girl transformation in her original awakening. sorry. it just wasn't necessary. again this is totally just a me thing but WOW it pissed me off so much first time i watched it, because what purpose was there to include that other than to make the player go "oooooooo shiny girl pretty girl near costume ooooooooo".

i think thats most of it. as a personality i adore sumi. it's why i love seeing her in art and fics. but as a Character made to drive a story's plot, there's so many holes i'm surprised the ship is still chugging along.

obligatory "this is my opinion im not forcing it onto you if you wanna dispute it with me go righr ahead, i love character analysis threads" here. jesus fuck this was long.

love you anon. muah <3

[shxdowvoixes]

A few weeks after the red room was taken down, Natasha was still on the run, planning ways to get the remaining Avengers out of prison. She went to the only place where she knew she was safe.

✨Please tell me your input and if I should make this a story✨ *rough draft warning*

I was in my barn re-stacking bales of hay for the winter when I felt a shiver go down my spine and the old barn started creaking above me, I try to tell myself the wind is causing the old wood to creak but my senses know better, something is off. Before I could go investigate the door swung open and in walks a woman with short blonde hair, casually stalking her way up to me.

"Nat?" I squinted. "Что, черт возьми, случилось с твоими волосами?" (What the hell happened to your hair?)

"Felt it was time for a change." She chose to speak in English. "I mean I am on the run from the losers at The Raft. I came here because I need help with something." She kind of half smiled and it looked like a glint of pleading in her eyes.

At that point I understood why she was here, to try and coax me into joining some death wish mission, and took a deep breath,"Listen I love the new do and all but what exactly are you wanting from me, Natasha? You and your sister didn’t free me from the Widows, I had to free myself, and that means I'm supposed to be just that, free. I'm not a killer anymore." My voice faltering at the end. "Besides, where is Yelena? Can't she help you?"

Natasha sighed deeply, then whistled. All I could do was look at her in confusion, until a few seconds after there was another whistle in return. The younger dirty blonde haired girl jumped down from the loft in my barn seemingly out of nowhere and landed looking down and tossing her hair back before looking up at her older sister, "Ugh. That was disgusting, I thought I’d give the thing you do a try, you know the, the hair thing,” Yelena is kind of flipping her braided hair up and down while holding her sister’s signature Avengers stance. “You're such a poser it's so unnecessary, really." At that point I think Natasha was rolling her eyes so hard that they’d get stuck in the back of her head. Yelena laughs as she's dusting herself off before looking at me. "Oh, Серебро, hi." (Silver)

It felt like my heart stopped, Yelena Belova was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. "Well now I know where you are, have you been there the whole time?" I mumbled lowly and a bit confused how I didn’t realize she was taking up my loft space sooner. Yelena quirked her eyebrow up as if she were about to say something, until Nat spoke up, "Silver, you know we wouldn't be here if we seriously didn't need you, you're one of the best of us. We trained together, you've kicked mine and Lena's asses before. We need you."

I scoffed, "The Black Widow needs my help? Can't you and her handle it? What about all of your Avenger buddies?" I nodded towards Yelena, who just looked at me with a blank stare. "Oh yeah, they're rotting in prison." I turned my gaze back to Natasha before turning my back away from them both and sighed, still hurting from how they seemingly abandoned me.

Yelena walked up to me and I met her gaze, "Серебро, пожалуйста." (Silver, please) She grabbed my arm and I pulled away from her, not needing her to know the effect she's having on my body. Truth be told I missed Yelena and Natasha, they were the only ones who I felt had my back while going through the Red Room. Nat was like an older sister to me, put me in my place when needed and always made sure I wasn't getting myself into trouble, she always said I had fire in my heart. Now Yelena was another story, I've always adored her, her stamina and mental strength have always amazed me, she was the perfect match for me in combat, of course until we were separated, her beauty radiates like rays of warmth do from the sun, she makes my heart feel, and that's dangerous for a trained assassin. I hate her for the things she does to my nervous system.

"Why do you guys need me so much when you never came back for me the first time you left? Huh! Where were you when I needed you? We were supposed to be in this together but instead you left me to Dreykov, left me behind to deal with your mess, I never once gave into the torture he put me through when it was found that I helped the two of you escape." The words came out like venom, tears strung from my eyes, I felt my body start to tremble and Yelena took a step forward. "No! Don't you dare come near me. You've done enough." The young widow stops in her tracks and my body trembles for a moment. I could've sworn I seen a glimmer of hurt pass through her green eyes before she went back to holding her composure.

Natasha took a hesitant step forward and I started reaching for the knife in my belt. My hand grazed the holster and I realized the blade was no longer there. "You looking for this?" Yelena drops the knife to the ground, and raised her eyebrows at me, "You should have better security for your weapons, I'd suggest pockets, that's the secret for me at least, they're really cool. Карманы." (Pockets) She kind of smiled to herself and nodded, the girl really liked pockets, but I guess she has a point, many places to hide things. Maybe I'll take that into consideration now.

[theangiediary]

omg Angie that was exactly what i meant and i loved it! I also adore Lebanon's favourite "are they?aren't they?" couple and imagining samdean co-parenting is such a delight. "If the baby looked like Sam, Dean would have like 12 disorders" got a laugh but it's so true i don't know how he'd handle it. It's similarly what makes me also like the idea of Dean having to deal with a deaged Sam just to see how gobsmacked he'd be. (Also those mommy recs? For a friend? 👀)

1. Oh good I’m glad it resonated! Truly, Dean would be against those baby chest carriers until the little guy was born, and then he’d not only constantly be wearing him strapped in, he’d also have one arm wrapped around at all times. Also that baby would not have a nursery, Dean would put the crib in their bedroom so he could be as close as possible, sit on the rocking chair at night just staring (Sam gets it, at least enough not to press the issue).

2. About A Boy with deaged Sammy: they’d have to end the show right there! Dean would run off into the night with itty Sammy, let some other hunter deal with the missing people. (/hj, I don’t actually remember what their relationship was like prior to that ep, all I know is it was VERY funny to me that they had a solution to the mark but Sam was like 🥺 “I am not baby?? no more Big Bro? Unacceptable.”  

3. Fic Recs

Haha, well! So many flavors... I’m throwing a huge mixed bag here, read what sounds interesting, skip what doesn’t.

Vice and Wish by thatsakitkat (incomplete, ABO A!Sam/O!Dean, 42k)

One of my all time favorites. It’s a little OOC, but Sam’s uh, canonical entitlement toward Dean/Dean’s body and resources is so so sexy. Cockblocking him, spending his money, joining him in Dean’s subconscious against Dean’s protests. Spn was allergic to having a consistent stance on souls, but if you largely view soulless!Sam as Sam without empathy, then.. Yeah. I think the Sam in this fic/universe is realistically ruthless in getting what he wants (a baby in Dean).

(Taste Every Fruit by the same author doesn’t have pregnancy, but is a lactation fic and uhh. Quite good.)

Nesting orphan_account (ABO A!John/O!Dean, 12k)

It’s been a minute since I read this, but I remember it being sweet, in a conservative fantasy way. Stanford era. Forced retirement. Small town. Also slightly OOC but like above, comes with the universe.

homebody by hellhoundsprey (ABO A!Jared/O!Jensen (background Jared/Ruth and Jensen/Tahmoh, 18k)

Listen, if you’re hesitant about rpf, this author writes it very much “vaguely inspired by the PR personsona of X”. People have been fantasizing about celebrities forever, heck, the SPN cast joke about rpf at cons. 

Anyway. Great fic. Darling sex kitten/tease and “Trying to be good” dynamic.

Share the Spoils Ch 2 by vintagedean (Fem!Dean/Sam, 2k)

Recently published, Deanna finding out if she’s pregnant and what she and Sam can do if that’s the case. Pushy teen Sam, distracted Deanna. "John's looming shadow" deserves its own character tag.

the need to choose by deadlybride (Hal!Dean/Sam, 3k)

Canon (post s7) divergence. The author has this halman universe which is similar to ABO but not quite; Dean’s something like an omega but not ✨feminine 👧🌷. Still, one of the things that the author does is realistic sex descriptions/pretty explicit naming of body parts: Dean has a clit, cervix, etc. Explores what having a baby would mean for them, in the context of SPN’s vessel plotlines. Sad, longing, open ended.

They Think I'm Possessed by deandatsgay (Dean/John, Dean/Sam 27k)

No pregnancy; Dean raised as Sam’s mom (thus inclusion in this list). Dark, dirty bad wrong porn. I love it.

[railroad-migraine]

I love how you write Ashton so much, I wonder what they'd be like with a rogue s/o who reverse pickpockets people, slipping things in their pockets as a sign of affection. The duo nickname "Smash and Grab" popped into my mind for some reason.

✨It's my birthday today - I've leveled up!✨

"Smash and Grab", I can't---!!! Anon, I hope you don't mind, but I'll definitely be saving that duo title for a standalone fanfic in the near future! I love it so much 💜 And thank you, I'm glad you like how I write Ashton! 💚

~ Poet

With a Rogue!S/O

Ashton

You're the type of person Ashton likes to be around and keep close to him. He runs with a diverse crowd - both in Bell's Hells and their separate allies. It's always good to know different people who specialise in different skills.

So of course he had to have a sneaky contact to help balance out the melee skills he provides. And that contact just so happens to be lil ol' you ~

Despite your different approaches to combat, Ashton shares your love for all things unique, shiney, and items belonging to other people. The barbarian is always open to creating distractions or taking intimidating stances, all the while you're in the background browsing and pocketing all that you can see.

You both get into unspoken competitions with Fearne, making wagers on who can pickpocket the best item off each other - for someone who is not a professional thief, the faun has naturally deft hands, at times outdoing you when you least expect it.

But you and Ash usually keep the bets between just you two <3

Couple goals, honestly 👏

Okay but the reverse-pickpocketing? Adorable.

It's not unusual for them to be frantically searching their jacket pockets, only to find a small piece of parchment with your familiar scrawl tied to a health potion bottle.

"I think this belonged to some rich dude, but I thought that my tough guy might need it more~ Go cause some havoc, Ash~"

Grateful, Ashton downs the potion and charges back into battle, blowing you a kiss from across the battlefield when their opponent finally falls. You're in the middle of sneak attacking but still manage to reciprocate the gesture :3

On more than one occasion Fearne and FCG have found notes that must've fallen out of Ashton's pack. They always make an effort to either hand them back to you or try their own hands at reverse-pickpocketing the barbarian - if he notices them, Fearne/FCG has to face a flustered Ashton caught in the act of being sentimental.

Sometimes the notes aren't even attached to potions or pouches of ball bearings, but they still make him smile softly. They then are scrambling to hide the note when someone in Bell's Hells comments that he looks happy.

"Hey, I 'found' this cool piece of jewellery at the market today. Do you or Milo know anyone I can sell it to? Someone uh, low key"

"Do you think Chetney has noticed I've replaced his favourite chisel with Laudna's hairpiece?"

"I kinda miss Dorian's music, so I bought - yes, bought - this weird thing called a kazoo...? It's fucking amazing - jam session later?"

"Woke up thinking about the time you got your butt whooped by that dude at the masquerade ball. Rat-ass or something? Ratash? Ratanish? Whatever. Anyway, moving on: that was hot"

"Letters told me you have a crush on me awww that's sooo sweet I feel the same way" (You've been dating for like, five months at this stage lol)

"You look cute today, babe xx"

"I know I already said it this morning but I love you"

Ashton is more than capable to secretly tuck a note of their own into your coat for you to find the next day.

•You make life better. Easier. I hope you know that.

You left your gloves in my room by the way. Find me when you want them back.

Also I kinda love you too.

Dumbass 💚•

[spellcasterlight]

Wip game: upset

Hi there Adorable Antelope Anon! 😁

I hope to finish this for Shino's birthday at the end of the month but it just keeps getting longer and longer! Not sure whether to upload it as one monster one-shot or split it up into small chapters instead.

Warnings: Mild Poison.

Thanks for the ask! ✨

Send in a word for the WIP game! 📄

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The Real Treasure - [Shino x Tenten]

An enthusiastic but hurried-sounding yell stole her concentration for only one moment before her attention was solely back on him. The sheathing of her short sword in her left hand made Shino take on a more defensive stance widening his footing and raising his sword higher.

“I wish I had time to dance, Captain, but duty calls,” her hand reached around her and into the leather pouch attached to her thigh, a cunning, knowing look on her features, “try not to be too upset.”

Duty was laughable; she and everyone she knew wouldn’t know duty if it shot her with her flintlock pistol.

An opaque sphere appeared in her fist that took up her entire palm to hold it; for only a moment, her chocolate eyes both determined and hopeful before throwing it at his head.

On muscle memory of duelling practice drilled into him since he could hold a wooden practice sword and years of hand-to-hand combat ingrained into every part of him meant he sidestepped and diagonally slashed from bottom left to the upper right cutting through the dark glass-looking material in a single strike without blinking long before it could hit him.

The air in front of him turned the same seaweed green shade as the sphere. It contained some sort of gas. Thick and vile smelling, it obscured his vision. It made a layer of something clogging and slimy invade his throat, choking him, making his skin feel hot and clammy as if needles dragged across his body but only for a few countable seconds before the ever-present breeze started to disperse it on the air.

When the air cleared enough for him to see her again, she seemed astounded he managed to be still standing.

“What,” Shino’s hands and arms violently shook against his wants so severely he dropped his sword, the metal clanking ominously off the wooden deck below; his eyes could barely understand that his hand flinched violently to the side when his brain told it to stay “what; is; this?”

“How are you still awake?”

“A-Awa-”

His knees hitting the wood made her release a relieved breath and lowered her weapon-holding arm, which he could barely hear over the pain in his legs. Straight after, his hands slapped down hard against the deck as his entire body violently jolted then; the only thing Shino could do to avoid hitting the floor completely. His laboured breathing made his chest burn, and his vision swirled in front of him like he imagined lesser men saw when they had too much rum.

As his consciousness started to fade, the fringes turned black as his arms gave up the rest of their strength, slumping to the deck like nothing but dead weight. Shino cursed her.

She has evaded a fair fight and resorted to underhanded tricks to win. She was a true pirate.

[lonestarbabe]

hope this isn’t too controversial 😬 but i much prefer episodes where multiple people have storylines. the episodes where it’s focused solely on one person/couple are less fun for me because i miss the other characters. like i adore judd and grace and tommy but the episodes where it’s just their story i’m like 🥺 yes but show my other friends please. same with the begins in og, i just prefer seeing everyone

Strongly Disagree | Disagree | Slighty Disagree |Neutral | Slightly Agree | Agree | Strongly Agree

I get this totally!! I think my problem is mostly that season 3 was A LOT of character episodes. Like, when they focused on Grace and Judd, for example, that was a good moment to explore their characters and how they met. And like having character focused episodes sometimes, but we didn’t get a lot of ensemble goodness because things were constantly happening. Bring back “filler episodes” because filler episodes show you dynamics and insights into the characters that are missing when they’re constantly in distress.

And I agree sometimes you just miss other characters when there’s just so much focus on individual storylines. I love the format where they have like three plot lines or so (main and the secondaries) because then you get this great story where a character deals with their personal stuff while also being part of the larger story because when they do that, they can show certain characters extra love while also making the other characters part of the story. They also always make the stories come together wonderfully in the end so the episode feels cohesive (like they establish connections between what is going on in each storyline and the storylines do depend on each other to support the episode overall) that’s writing I can appreciate!

So my stance is individual character focuses being special and more rare while ensemble episodes where all characters get some involvement in the plot even if it’s not always in the front spot!

✨ Give an unpopular opinion and I’ll rank them ✨

[birdiesbirdies]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOO!!!!! UR AMAZING AND I CHERISH AND ADORE U. PLS STAY SAFE AND HEALTHY AND YOUR FISTS READY TO PUNCH JAMES SUNDERLAND 🥺🥺💖🙏🙏🙏🥚🥚❤️🥚❤️🥚🥚🥚🥚❤️❤️❤️✨✨✨💖💖

AAA TY TY 💕💖 my fists are currently busy due to I have to pet this guy ⬇️

But the second they are no longer occupied punching stance will be activated!

[rosetintedgunman]

✨ ( i’m only sending this bc i know you’ll save it for when i need it most but if u don’t put one in my inbox - )

You absolutely know me well enough but I followed through on your threat so I can do this mwahaha

@sunstouch

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True to your choice of alias, you are a ray of sunshine to this entire community. And I mean that. Your bright energy is infectious, and it's little wonder that there's nothing but positivity surrounding you when others are thinking about you. You've been friendly and encouraging, and making sure that everyone's had a good starting point no matter how new they are to the fandom. As a certified oldie in the rpc, it's so nice to see it. Positive influences like you are what's needed for the future.

(This isn't hindered by what's going on IRL. In fact, I'm happy that you aren't trying to juggle high activity and busyness. The last thing you need is a complete burnout. Hopefully by the time this appears you're due a mini break of some sort - you absolutely deserve it.)

As for your writing... I think that should be an obvious one. I ADORE you dorky spaceboi. Mark is such a silly, lively character that's brought a smile to the face of each of my characters that have met him. Gin is so much fun! I've not had a chance to do a lot myself, but it's been a joy to see him. He's an expert fourth wall breaker, so well done on that one! And then Starchild. I am so very interested in having uncle-nephew interactions when the opportunity arises, but there's no rush in that regard.

I know there's not a lot I can do, but I am here to support you in any way I can. Whether that's just through sending silly asks, or being there late at night if you need someone to message. It's still a long road ahead for you, but you won't be alone. I promise.

BONUS:

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"I think I've made my stance pretty clear. I'm takin' Gin an' helpin' 'em learn 'bout their abilities. I know it's not th' Gin that everyone else knows but that's not th' point. I'll still care fer that Gin even if it ends up with me gettin' in some sorta trouble. Gin is somethin' special. I know I'm never gonna understand th' full extent of it all, but I wanna help him figure that all out, or at least help teach th' skills ta do so.

Mark's gotta be a puppy. There's no way he's just a normal person. He's at least a third puppy. He's even got them cute little puppy-dog eyes! C'mon, how could anyone be mad at him?? I wanna smush his cheeks together an' give him a lollipop.

Star... I wanna get ta know him, Sun. When th' time's right, I wanna help babysit, or show him new things. He deserves th' world, an' then some.

As fer you! I like ya! Yer fun an' give me th' impression that yer really enjoyin' yerself. When yer proper breaks come, I hope yer able ta properly chill out. Yer a special sunbeam. Don't lose that brightness, okay?"

[nico-robins-smut-diary]

Kid's Garage

🚫nsfw🚫

Kid x F!Reader

Summary: You bite back at your captain while he’s in his workshop and he shows you who’s boss

CW/TW: oh lord here we go biting, spiting, choking, ravage okay, pinning, cursing, aggression, name calling, photo taking (exhibitionism), masturbating, slight edging ,angst

AN: I’m sorry I’m a degenerate You know who’d be horrifying fun to piss off and push his feral buttons? Kid. 🥲 Enter if you like it ✨rough and mean✨

“Oi!!!!”

You hollered at your captain, trying to reach him past the sound of his workspace. Everyone calls it his garage and now you knew why, littered with scrap metal, tools, contraptions he’s made (no not all of them work) and of course his metal playlist at full blast.

“Kid!” You voice reaching its max as his circular saw was working away and some pipes he scavenged, grinding loudly as sparks few around.

The silhouette of your captain came into view, his welding mask down as he kept drilling, messy red hair, no shirt or apron, just muscles, dirt and sweat. “Mhh yummy” your perverse brain interjected. Once you were close enough, still calling out his name, the saw finally stopped and the pipe clattered on the floor. This was your first time actually meeting your captain up close and not just as a pass by between tasks he was doing, why were you so nervous.

“Eustass Captain kid!” You shouted, now almost too loud with the drill dying down but he heard you finally, standing up straight and lifting his mask off his head.

What a giant, he towered over you in his boots and broad build, you had to look up at the almost seven foot tall beast just to make eye contact. What looked like an engine was just casually being held in his mechanical arm with no effort from him. A beast.

“What?” Kid roared as he dropped the engine to the side, wiping his blackened hands off on some spare rag he had in his pocket, a ruby scowl on his face while glaring at him subordinate.

“Killer says lunch is on!” The metal music kept playing loudly so you continued to yell, hands on your hips trying to match his energy or to show you mean business.

Laughing at your adorable stance, he shook his head and turned the volume up. “I’ll be there whenever I want to be there” he growled back, turning to focus on his project again, turning his back to you.

You hated how stubborn he was being but Killer sent you on your first mission and you were determined to get this crimson demon down to the rest of the crew. How could you get Kid’s attention since he seems to shrug you off when you’re yelling at him. An idea popped into your head and it was sure to give you some backlash but you still smiled at yourself, sneaking through the garage while kid was pre occupied with taking apart the engine, you were now focused on looking for his stereo.

“Fuck yes!” You whispered to yourself, finding the massive music box in the middle of this ocean of scrap metal, digging around behind it eventually finding the power cord it was plugged into. This’ll get his attention for sure.

The abrupt stop of music left just the sound of metal being worked on but that quickly stopped too. “You’re FUCKING kidding me!” Kid roared and soon you saw the engine flying to the other side of the room you knew you had fucked up. Shit. His fuse was short.

You gasped as you saw the metal all around you start to shake and move towards your captain “Get your ass over here!” His voice barked at you, even though you couldn’t see him you could imagine the fury on his face. “NOW!” Barking that last order made you nervous but before you could even reply the metal (and you) were floating over to your captains giant Metal arm. This must have been his Devil fruit powers, you were still too new to see him in action but you’ve heard stories of it and at the time it sounded cool. Right now, however, it was mortifying.

Being help up by your throat, the cold steel of his arm gripped around your neck was exciting and horrifying, the face of your captain had his sadistic grin on it while his other hand held his stereo was now in view.

“Oh fuck..” you mentally panicked, not only because you majorly pissed off you boss but on top of that, his magnetism worked on your “stainless steel” piercings. You couldn’t embarrass yourself in front of him but his powers pulled your piercings and you could help but squirm and pant. He didn’t know you so of course he didn’t know you had piercings, nipples, tongue and clit, but he was going to find out soon if he didn’t stop.

“C-Captain! I’m sor-“ Your apology was cut off sharply when kid squeezed your throat, yelling over you.

“Huh???” His eyes wide, bringing you closer to his face. “Even Killer can’t tell me what to do! What makes you think you can come in here and boss ME around bitch?” His magnetism got stronger the angrier he got and the pressure on the sides of your throat was making you light headed, your body squirmed at the intensity of his Devil fruit while it was making your piercings go crazy.

“C-captain..” Your managed to whisper, closing your eyes, blushing and panting. This asshole didn’t even know what he was doing to you, how wet you were getting from your clits stimulation, how hard it was to breath.

“What’s wrong with you?” He growled, frustrated with your stubborn attitude, like a doll he dropped you aside and scoffed. You stayed on the floor for a second to recollect yourself and your breathing while he went to plug in his music again, playing right where it left off.

He raised his hand to bring another giant piece of metal his way but you were too close to him, you were stuck on your knees, whimpering and covering your mouth while the stimulation started again. You couldn’t move, your knees were weak “Fuck! You asshole!” You cried out, catching Kids attention as you spat curses at him.

“HUH? What was that??” He grabbed you by the hair to look up at him from your knees, teeth grinding together. Your eyes had tears pooled in the corner while both of your hands were trying to fight off his one massive hand. “Why the fuc-“ Dead stop to whatever he was going to say once his eyes caught your nipple piercings shaking through your gray muscle shirt. “Well well …I didn’t know you had those..” His voice now a low hum, sounding pleased. That bastard grinned at you and gripped your hands tighter, hovering his other hand over your breasts to make you whine some more and squirm for him.

“Kiiiid..” you whined, your head starting to spin at the over stimulation. “CAPTAIN.” Eustass Kid barked at you, increasing his magnitude over you.

A sharp gasp left your and your body writhed violently while your captain was now learning about your piercings. “Seems like your captain needs to remind you of your place on his ship..” His voice was low and dripping in lust, metal playing loudly in the back to cover up your needy moans. “Beg him to fuck you..” your invasive thoughts started up again, wanting so badly to be manhandled by this brute you call Captain. But your pride was too strong and you loved to be a brat, you wanted to push him further and see how far you could get away with upsetting him. Without even thinking, your authority issues and excitement kicked in and you glared up to him and spit, landing a shot on his cheek, right under his eye. Why are assholes always your type? It’s like you were poking a wild animal with a stick, knowing you’ll probably get killed.

Holy shit. Why did I do that? Fuck fuck fuck. Your mind raced at the few seconds of calm you got before Kid roared in laughter, accepting your challenge. A bewildered look on his face sent shivers down your spin, the beast of a man now had you hanging off the ground by your wrists and pinned you to the wall. “ You brat! I love a woman who challenges me..” The low tone of his voice was almost a growl in your ear, his hand sliding it’s way over your sopping wet entrance. “Mhh..your jeans are soaked, whore. Beg nicely and your captain might fuck you.”

The urge to fight him was still strong with you, the smugness that turned you on also pissed you off. “Fuck off” you groaned, not looking at him while your cheeks burned. You had no actual intention to fight a losing battle but this feral aura he had was turning you on so much and you could let your frustration out in him. Picking up the speed with his rubbing, his thick fingers made it to your clit where he pressed down on your piercing roughly in retribution of mouthing off at him, a hiss left your lips as your hips bucked.

“Holy shit..” Kid sounded too excited as he laughed at you , roughly circling your clit and vibrating it with his DF just to watch you squirm and blush, your piercings excited him. “Is this why Killer invited you to join the crew? You’re fucking hot. I won’t stop till you beg your captain for some mercy.” He sneered, pleased at the state you were in because of him. As much as you wanted to badly cuss him out, your body was burning up and your core was reaching climax just from his rough hands. Getting fucked roughly by Kid was what you needed but you were a brat through and he was breaking your tough exterior. You couldn’t take it anymore, you wanted fucked. Bad.

“C-Captain! Please!” You head cocked back, groaning the words your captain was wanting. Kid kept his aggressive pace and kiss your shoulder up to your neck, leaving a trail of scarlet lipstick kisses behind. “Please what?” His hot breath tickled your ear, planting more kisses beneath it. The softness of his kisses countered the roughness of his fingers and the mix of electrifying powers, messy moans , drowned out by music and squirming, you were left gasping. “Fuck!” Crying out as your breaking point neared, you were going to cum soon. “Fuck me captain! Please! Put me in my place! I want to cum for you” The words spewed out almost by themselves, making you sound needy and pathetic between whimpers and whines, anything to cum right now.

“Not yet my good little bitch.” His fingers and magnetism stopped all tougher, leaving you soaked and pleading. A rush of metal parts floated up to your hands and replaced his own. Now welded to the wall, you were hanging above ground in from of your captain. Fuck this asshole! You screamed internally, right to the edge of your climax as he left you hanging there, needy and frustrated.

“Open your mouth” He ordered, maybe it was the roughness of his voice or the proud tone behind it but either way you did as you were told, you left your mouth open for him. Kids calloused and rough hands traced up your sides, sliding up your tank and kept going until your tender breasts were exploded. A smile was back on his face as he ogled your nipples and their shiny accessories, licking his lips, placing your rolled up tank in your mouth to keep it out of his view of your body. “Bite down brat. This’ll shut you up..”.

Soon he was working your pants down, sliding those soaked panties down too but instead of the floor, he slid them in his pocket. You were completely exposed as a slutty mess to your captain. “Mhh..” He groaned in delight, turning the music up again so no one could hear the two of you, then walking back to give you his attention. His musk was strong, a mix of metal, dirt and sweat that you found irresistible.

His rough filthy fucking, hands travel around your clean body, sending shivers of anticipation down your body followed by goosebumps, hardening your nipples . “Let me return the favor..” Kid growled at you, grabbing your cloth filled mouth towards him, closer to his face. Oh god he was going to kiss you with that wicked smile and his beautiful painted lips? Nope. Kid pulled back an inch and spat on you. First your face, which he admired for a second, then on your breast, where his mouth went to work on ruthlessly. Licking. Biting. Playing with your piercings between his teeth. Your gagged moans and gasps were music to his ears, making you wiggle beneath him was now his favorite hobby. “God you’re fun!” He exclaimed with the same bewildered smile as before, his tongue lapping at your nipples.

Boots clunking as he took a few steps back his proud work. His arm outreaches and flying over was an older Polaroid camera. “Smile slut.” His tone was vicious and deplorable as the flash went off, capturing you in your worse state. A blush painted on your cheeks, muffled protests came from your mouth but no use.

A quick flash of the developed picture is all he gave you before chucking and placing it in his wallet. “Mine.” That one word flattered and excited you, almost as much as watching him start unbuckling his pants. Fuck. His messy hair and dirty body was already a sight but watching his muscles glean from sweat as he unlatched his pants was something else. A heavy thump on the floor as his pants fell and boots kicked off made your heart skip a beat.

Fuck. This animal was standing in front of your pinned body, nude with his huge member erect and ready. You didn’t realize your eyes were glued on his length until kid made his smart ass remark. “What? Never seen a dick before?” His large hands starting to rub and pump his length slowly for you, eyes traveling down your body. “Or maybe?..” He groaned as he put himself on display for you now, liking the attention you were giving him. “..My cocks the biggest you’ve ever seen?” Cocky and arrogant laughs escaped him while your thighs rubbed together, imagining how he’d feel tearing you apart from the inside. No way you’d admit but he was right, you’ve never seen (or had) a dick that big before, your slickness traveled down your thighs, imagining how he would feel sliding in his little brat.

After a few more strokes and he perked up, pointing up. “I fucking love this song!” The guitar was heavy and the drums boomed, you couldn’t make out the lyrics from the brutal growling, Kid quickly made his way to you and spread your thighs back, slamming them to the wall. “I can’t wait to fuck you in half to it.” No time for a response, his tip was pushing inside you, slowly stretching you out with short pumps so he was sure you could take all of him.

Eyes rolling back, your pain and pleasure was mixing while his entire length slid in and out of you you effortlessly. “Oh fuck.” Kid grunted under his breath. “You take your captains cock so well” a snide comment that would normally be an invite to a fight but you were in a daze, filled and wanting more. And more you got, after you were adjusted around his cock, Kid ruthlessly dug his nails into your thighs and he slammed right into your wet pussy, you body pulled from the wall you were attached to and had you bouncing on him from his pure ferocity.

Oh god, oh god, you head was spinning and the drool started pooling into your muscle shirt, he was relentless. Rougher and rougher, keeping pace with the heavy metal tempo like he promised, your body bouncing violently while the man of your dreams man handled you, occasionally clawing and biting at your neck and shoulders.

“Don’t stop” You wanted to beg, just muffled cries instead with his sweat dripping from him, landing on your shoulder and chest, driving you wild. “Take it good girl, take my cock” He panted into your neck, groaning as he lost himself in the same delight. Soon his movements were sloppy and his breathing hot and heavy, laughing as he panted and pumped into you.

“You want it baby? You want me to fill you up?” His voice was almost a growl, reaching up and releasing you of your gag, a string of drool leaves your mouth in the midst of loud moaning. “Yes! Fuck! Kid please!” You begged, and cried out as he carried on brutally pumping into you, teeth sinking into your shoulder. You were nearing your own release again, he wouldn’t dare stop you this time.

“FUCK!” He roared out and slammed his cock deep in you, your walls closing in on him, he unloaded in you as you cried out in sweet bliss, cumming too. Uneven breathing from both of you and his dark chuckles as his song finished, replacing his bites with kisses meant Kid was finally satisfied. Slowly his pace stopped and his head lifted from your shoulder, hair soaked with sweat and stuck to his lipstick smeared face. He was just as messy as you were. “Good girl..” he growled under his breath.

“So… that’s what was taking so long..” a cool and calm voice echoed in the now quiet room. None other than Killer walking past the mess of you two to turn off Kid’s music. If there was any energy in you, you’d be embarrassed or try to turn your body away but Killers presence didn’t even phase Kid, his pants were back on and your arms were freed from the wall. A small gasp as you feel down the wall but Kid already had his hunky arm around you. Maybe to shield you from Killer, who you could imagine was sneaking peeks from his mask.

“Tsk. You really roughed her up, I should have known better than to have her fetch you.” Killer walked by again towards the door this time as he scolded his captain. You body was just as dirty as Kid’s now. Bruises forming and bite marks littered your body, smudges of lipstick and sweat is what Killer was seeing.

“Yeah, fuck right off Killer. I’m ready to eat now.” Kid barked at his mate and threw on a white shirt he had set aside, to the two of them this seemed so casual and eventually Killer was gone. Once you legs could move and your clothes were almost all back on, you were ready to head back to your room until Kid hooked his arm around you.

“Oi” This time he addressed you in a more pleasant manner, well as pleasant as Kid could be (he was still loud), and shot you a beaming (or maybe proud) smile. “My brat shouldn’t be walking.” Your eyes rolled and a scoff came from your mouth even though that was a titled you liked coming from him, that didn’t stop him from scooping you up in his one arm and held you close to keep you steady.

“I’ll take care of you tonight. Come around the garage more often… I’ll show you some of my robots or something.”

Was Kid flirting? Asking you out? Being gentle? You laughed a bit at how caring he could be after reworking your insides.

“Yeah. I’d like that” Your voice soft as you leaned into his soft and warm chest, body so tired you were already drifting to sleep. He planned to keep that picture of you hidden in his wallet so he could look at it time to time , you were okay with him keeping your panties too.

AN: Thank you for reading!

My ask box is now open (anonymous option available) so feel free to send me some inspiration! Remember, we don’t kink shame here (I do have my limitations though)

and I’m always thankful for any tags you want to add ✨

[longlivefeedback]

I would absolutely love to have some kind of kudos/like feature attached to the comments - as both a writer and reader, I think it would be really nice and helpful to acknowledge the comments you agree with (I've had this issue a couple of times where I've wanted to comment something, but didn't want to just reiterate what someone else had already said)

Hi Anon!

We've asked AO3 about this before and they said no.

Copy + pasting their response from that post here, this was their concern back then:

There is a concern that this will devolve into fan-vs-fan wars which will detract attention away from the work of the author themselves and cause unpleasant/toxic environments in the fandom.

I don't know if they still have the same stance, but I think the concern is valid. Just think about reddit...

What I will tell you and encourage you to do, is to comment anyway. There are plenty of writers out there that would not mind getting a "I like your fic!" a hundred times from a hundred different people. So, if your fear is that you will come of repetitive and annoying to the author, I would say that the odds are in your favour that the opposite would be true :)

In any case, here are some ways to comment that can help you avoid feeling like you've reiterated a previous comment:

1. Leave your own comment before reading other's. The default setting on AO3 is such that if you reach the end of the chapter, you will only see the empty comment box for you to fill in. Resist the temptation to hit the Comment (#) button until after you've left your own comment. That way, no one can accuse you of "copying" a previous comment, not even yourself.

2. Use a thesaurus. There's SO many ways to say "I like this!" You can also say:

I loved this!

I loved reading this.

This was a joy to read!

This was adorable/cute/hilarious/amazing/...

This was so enjoyable

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How about Sokka vs. Kataang? I love them on so many different levels and I want to share what I got with you!

I am starting with the first episode (what a surprise). Here we see Katara smiling at Aang first, but when she spots that he is smiling as well she is asking her famous "why are you smiling at me like that?". Their mini conversation ends with a bit awkward Aang and smiling Katara. AND OH WITH SOKKA DOING "BLEH" FACE ON THEM! HE KNOWS WHAT'S GOING ON HERE!

Next episode and it looks like Sokka befriended with the thought of Aang as his little sister's love interest because now he calls him her boyfriend! I know he is doing it to tease her a bit, but don't you think that there might be a hidden actual thing? for me yes He knows her and what she acts like the best. He also cuts her off when she starts explaining that Aang is not her boyfriend. It looks like maybe it's not just a tease?

Here I go with the Waterbending Scroll episode. It's not much, but I wanted to point out that Sokka was the one to show his sister that she is being really mean to Aang when Katara is screaming at him for no actual reason. He doesn't want these sweeties to be mad at each other 😌

The Fortuneteller: in this episode Sokka most of the time thinks that Aang probably likes Meng. BUT at the beginning is the adorable necklace scene with Sokka in the background trying to catch fish, while also teasing Aang and Katara about their little situation. Smoochy, smoochy! Someone's in love! like, he is not wrong

Bato of the Water Tribe: While Aang is giving Katara her necklace back, Sokka is rubbing his eyes. I heard people saying that it's because he thinks that Aang is proposing to her, but Sokka doesn't know about this tradition, yet. In my opinion, he is just surprised how Aang got it, but my point here is that we as well as Sokka have just witnessed the first kataang cheek kiss and Sokka is doing nothing. And I mean there's no reaction. No oogies. No anything. Nothing. It's not in Sokka's style, but maybe, just maybe he doesn't want to destroy such a cute moment.

Now one of my favorite episodes - Cave of two lovers 🤩 First of all I wanted to note that Sokka is actually all the time with Katara and Aang (and I am going to repeat it a few times) and he sees their affection. In this episode, Katara is correcting Aang's stance by wrapping herself around his body - with no even slight reaction from Sokka. But the clue of this episode for Kataang vs. Sokka is definitely a few last minutes of it when Sokka is arching his eyebrow at them and Katara starts blushing. Then he just smiles and looks forward. Again - he knows that something is going on, but he is not voicing it out.

The Serpent Pass: just pointing out no reaction for the ✨collar repair✨ I don't know about you but my heart is melting at this

The Earth King: while the gaang is splitting up Katara is giving Aang an unnecessary hug and kiss on the cheek. And again there's no reaction from Sokka. Kind of suspicious for me, but maybe sometimes there's time for the older brother to let his sister be.

The Awakening: this was discussed lots of times, but it gets me every time, when Sokka is doing little elbow nug to Toph so Kataang can talk alone. ABSOLUTELY LOVELY FOR ME

The Headband: Sokka has just witnessed amazing and kind of sensual as for such a young people dance and again his no reaction is a big surprise for me, especially considering his overprotectiveness for her. He trusts Aang enough to let him be this close with Katara 🥺 and after the dance, there's the third Kataang cheek kiss and you know what Sokka's response is? YOU KNOW WHAT HIS RESPONSE IS?! FLAMEY-O SIR, FLAMEY-O

Oh no! It turns out that I can't fit everything in only one part! Ok, it's the first part then! Wait for the next!