ok ok mark is amazing && all that but i’d really love to see our favorite absolutely - caring && perfect dad nolan grayson!
apologies if this is a bit much but nolan who slaps reader when they anger him but he says it’s so that they learn from their mistakes? love it saaaur much!
maybe even reader develops a liking to it && purposely misbehaves、 nolan catches on quickly n well. things escalate
sincerely、 maimai anonnie ♥︎
i have had this in drafts since a long time!! i am so sorry for slowed production, hopefully it is explained by my exams hehe!! i am so exhausted and plus, my wifi has been out so it is hard to write when i cannot access files 😅 i hope you enjoy this, i am trying to release more and on time but it is quite hard to juggle long exams and my day and then to write!! there is only so much hours in a day, haha!! hope you enjoy!!
cw: mdni, smut, slapping/impact play, sparkie comeback era, this one is super short and i am not very proud of it, i am sorry!!! more stuff is on the way 😅😅
your face is rocked to the side as you’re thrown backwards off of your feet, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you instinctively rubbed the new red mark you had on your cheek. you hardly had time to recover before he’s stomping towards you, picking you up by the collar of your shirt and slapping you in your face so hard you almost see stars. he was going easy on you, obviously. you cried out, trying to pull your face away from his and shield yourself from any more attacks with your eyes closed tightly, trying to keep tears behind your eyelids as to not show any weakness.
“no, look- i said look at me, here.” nolan booms, gritting his teeth when you open your eyes slowly, still trying to prevent tears from rolling down your face. you failed as soon as you looked at him, piercing blue eyes staring back into your teary ones with a burning fire glowing behind them. you felt as if you didn’t obey him, you’d be torn in half in a second. you whimpered pathetically, bottom lip quivering as you let out a few heavy sobs expecting to be met with some sort of empathy.
you were so wrong, your hope dissolving as he tapped at your cheek with his palm firmly, slapping you lightly but just harsh enough to worry you, just enough to make you think any second he could just slap you so hard you’d hear ringing in your ears. “n-nola..n-! m’so s-sorr.- hgk-!” you’re cut short with a strangled noise as he wraps his hand around your throat effortlessly, holding you half off of the ground by your neck.
“crocodile tears, you weren’t this upset when you were misbehaving earlier.” nolan glared at you like he wanted to kill you and for a second you thought he would, flinching when he let you go and raised his hands to continue threatening you.
large hands plunged into your sides, pulling you up off of the ground almost violently, hardly letting you take a second to stand and gain your footing before nolan’s knee is pushing up between your legs, pressing it into your crotch while he stared down on you, face twisted up in disgust at you and your weak form. he could feel your wetness seeping onto his trousers, his eyebrows furrowing in a sudden anger, “you’re being messy. do i have to beat manners into you?” he asked, you shook your head in response.
“c-can’t-.. sorry, can’t help it..-“ you apologise, thinking about how you’d have a black eye by tomorrow if he kept slapping you so hard like that. you flinched again when he raised his hand up once more, though relaxed as you realised he hadn’t hit you this time. you sighed in relief before the impact, the harsh sting of his large palm against your face sending your head spinning and vision sparkling, a faint dizziness taking over you as your ears rang momentarily, soft and inefficient protests bubbling out of your bruised lips, blood slowly building up at the corner of your mouth.
he drops you and you crumple up onto the floor like a piece of paper, rubbing your neck and looking up at the large male that towered over you with his fists clenched, fearing that if you even breathed wrong he’d start punching you in your skull. some strange part about it made your hips gyrate ever so slightly, bringing a familiar twisting heat to your stomach and face. you were a fool to think nolan didn’t notice, he saw damn near everything you did whether big or small.
you’re such a crybaby, sobbing heavily with pained pleasure as he bounces you up and down in his lap, landing firm slaps to your ass every time you took him all the way to the base which made you jump up, sending shivers up your spine. your cunt stretched around his thick cock, so heavy that it curved downwards with the weight, thick veins throbbing. SLAP! “ow- owww..-!” you mewl, your head pulled back as he tugs on your hair harshly with his hips bouncing you up and down, small clapping sounds coming from the way your fleshy ass met his firm and muscled thighs.
he shoves his fingers into your mouth, coating his digits in your saliva as you stay moving in his lap, light squeal coming from you when he started flicking your hard clit, lubing it up with your own saliva, “ha, disgusting. so weak a mere stroke could be able to make you dissolve.” he notes, landing a light slap to your cunt with his cock still stretching you out painfully. his hand reels back a little more, tapping your pussy lightly. you can’t help but let drawn out moans slip from your lips hoping he hadn’t heard you.
“was that good? you don’t want it there, hm? don’t tell me how to treat you, pet.” nolan growls into your ear as he shoves his thumb deeper into your mouth which almost made you gag, pulling it out to circle the rim of your asshole before he presses into the tight ring of muscle, taking pleasure in the way you let out a high pitched squeal which inspired him to fuck you with your own underwear in your mouth, maybe with duct tape across your face and binding your limbs to keep you from wigging around and screaming like a little bitch.
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Okay, given the Transgender Subtext of Oshino Ougi, it's incredible that Koyomi's introductory monologue on the subject of Ougi directly compares her to:
[...] a synthetically colored, artificially flavored carbonated drink with zero-percent fruit juice: the taste is the same, even though it's not the same thing at all - a total fake, an imitation girl.
He goes on to describe her as like anxieties and regret shoved into a forgotten drawer. So once again, Koyomi's "unfinished regret" in Zoku Owarimonogatari is 100% wearing Ougi's girls uniform, right?
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