#sobs. wails even. he was just a kid man............

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

the future foundation probably trained the survivors in self defense and hand-to-hand combat after they were rescued. because they're heroes now, in a way - in the eyes of those who were watching, they are symbols of hope, they survived despite it all, they are made noble through their suffering. and i think of makoto, whose hands are probably soft and has never even thought of hurting another person in his life, being handed a weapon and taught how best to disarm, how best to kill, how to see a room as a battlefield and a person as an enemy and do whatever it takes to protect yourself, kill them, survive, survive, survive. because he is too important now, the Ultimate Hope; he cannot afford to be lost. he cannot afford to die

i wonder if he took to the training easier than expected. because while he is being taught to take a life with his own hands - to utilize an environment into a weapon, to swing without hesitation, to kill when necessary - he has already killed before, in his own belief. the deaths of his classmates hang over him like a yoke. it doesn't matter if all he did was say a name or push a button - he carries a guilt as sure as if he was the one who murdered them himself

[raitonsfw]

thinking about fushiguro toji...

and him completely failing to calm down crying baby megumi.

he’d look at you with a bit of a desperate look as he held the small child over the crib, who was currently wailing at the top of his little lungs. and of course, you’d help the poor man because he had no fucking idea what he was doing.

“why’s he crying huh? did i do something wrong?” he’d ask you, plopping megumi into your outstretched arms, his tiny fingers wrapping around yours with a quiet sob. and you figure it out immediately, his other hand practically being gnawed on– he was hungry. 

but how would toji know that– he's not a mother. hell, he’s barely a father. he couldn’t tell his left foot from his right, let alone figure out a baby’s needs; whether it be a bottle or a nappy change. and you were thinking of having a kid with him once megs was older? yeah, that was going to be an ordeal alright. 

and when you did get pregnant, barely half a year later– he was freaking the fuck out. his mind raced, he wasn’t ready for this; as megumi climbed onto his lap to play with a race car toy. 

“you think the baby’ll hate me like megs…” he’d question as his large hands held your bump while you lounged on the sofa, the tv blaring with some type of sport. his eyes would peer up towards yours as his thumbs swiped over your waist, anxiousness overtaking his expression. “…i mean, he couldn’t even give me the damn satisfaction of his first word.” 

and of course he’d still be pressed about cat being baby megumi’s first word, the poor bastard… you’d chuckle at the thought – at the pout that toji gave you – and you’d reach down to assure him that the baby would love his father. and he’d huff against your belly, giving it a defeated kiss before the baby monitor sounded next to you two.

“megumi’s up... your turn, y/n.”

© raitonsfw hc's '24 • dad! f. toji • divider credit; @hitobaby

a/n: no smut this time, next time mayhaps. i really just needed to get this outta my system.

[satoruni]

☆ the babysitter ☆ dilf!toji f. x reader

WARNINGS: f!reader, age gap, rough sex, unprotected sex, mating press, daddy kink, breeding kink

you had just come back to visit home after you completed one semester of college. college was expensive, especially with the tuition costs, accommodation charges, groceries, etc. also you did not like to burden your parents with your expenses so you sought out for a job in the holidays.

your father recommended a babysitting job for one of his acquaintances, someone named fushiguro. you jump at the opportunity since you had a great time bonding with kids. you shyly wait outside the door after ringing the doorbell once. the one who opens the door had an irritated look on his face and seemed to be sleep deprived. you could also hear the wailing of a baby in the background. much to your embarrassment, you found yourself blushing at the tall and muscular physique of the older man. your father did not mention that he was so handsome.

"what?" he said with a voice laced with annoyance and irritation.

"oh-um, mr fushiguro, i just came to enquire about the babysitting job" you squeaked out, feeling intimidated by the scary man.

toji had welcomed you in after this and you met his son, baby megumi who had promptly stopped crying when he was placed in your gentle arms. you were relieved inside, happy to know that the baby had bonded with you so quick.

toji had felt grateful for everything you did, truly. you were a sweet girl who looked after megumi well like he was your own and had even no problems staying in when his work ran late. you had always greeted him home with that adorable smile of yours, balancing megumi on your hip.

he wished he was ashamed to say this because he really wasn't, but he wanted you. you were so sweet, pliant and caring. you were someone he wanted for himself. coming home after every gruelling day of work to see your illuminating smile and holding his son was his dream. megumi also loved you, seeing you as his mother.

toji's desires got the best of him one day when he cornered you in the living room after you put down megumi for sleep. you fidgeted shyly under his intense gaze, making him even more aroused at your blushing face.

he then crashed his lips onto your warm and plump ones, causing you to moan. he shoved his tongue in your mouth and picked you up easily. you had started to squeak in embarrassment at getting picked up and taken to his room where you were thrown on the bed, unceremoniously.

the rest was a blur when he stripped you and him until you both were naked. you blushed at his scarred chest and toned and lean body. toji looked at your gorgeous body in awe while spreading your legs, revealing your pretty pussy to him while you whimpered shyly. from then, toji lost all composure.

he had you with your legs in the air, while thrusting into your mercilessly. you cry and sob in a sinful mixture of pleasure and pain, as he pounds deep into you, hitting all your sweet spots. toji had one rough hand gripped tightly to your waist, holding you down to your bed to prevent your body from jolting from every harsh thrust.

toji had an immense sexual appetite, already built up from not having sex for so long and he was so experienced too, making you stutter and blabber like a fool. you held onto his muscular arms for dear life while he had his fill.

"d-daddy, its too much!" you hiccup out, trying to adjust to his large size and animalistic pace. toji seemed to like you calling him daddy a lot, as indicated by him going even more deeper and faster into you.

"you can take it" he hissed in your ear, squeezing your tits. he kisses your swollen lips, snuffling the cry that threatened to come. "my good girl" he whispered, making your heart skip a beat at the praise. you felt in come in you, most of it leaking out your quivering pussy.

toji didn't like to see you waste his cum like that, giving you a harsh slap on the side of your thigh, making you squeal. he fucks his cum back into your pussy, making sure it went in deep.

"i'm gonna put a baby in you" he says to you, every syllable make your belly feel warm. "you'd look so beautiful with my kid in your belly"

"daddy!" you squealed, feeling embarrassed and strangely aroused, already imagining yourself as his young, pretty wife.

your arrangement after this slightly changed. after feeding megumi and putting him to bed, toji would come home from work. you would be sitting on his large bed, sitting obediently and naked.

toji would take out all his frustrations from work out on your body and you would be lying under him, pliantly and happy to ease his worries. he would fuck you without abandon every night with would result in you leaving his house with a blissed-out smile. your parents were none the wiser, and were oblivious to the new bruises and hickeys on your body whenever you returned from the fushiguros.

[thecuriousquest]

Don’t Close Your Eyes

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @palesweetscherryblossom @chickennugnugnug @murderofravens

Warnings: Platonic yandere themes, hurt/comfort, vomiting, painful migraines, Gojo is kind of a bad dad, Gojo obsesses over his daughter’s beauty

Summary: Your father, Satoru Gojo, gives you everything you want. What will happen when something you want breaks one of his very few rules? (Featuring Uncle Nanami)

Master List

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You love your father with all of your heart, but it’s really hard to be his daughter sometimes. He spoils you rotten. You want ice cream or mochi for breakfast? Cookies for dinner? You got it. The most expensive sushi for lunch? Say no more. You want that really expensive necklace and designer outfit? Done.

He wraps you up in the thickest of blankets and carries you through life. If he had things his way, he’d make sure you didn’t even have to put a toe on the ground. You’ve never been confronted with any real world issues thanks to your doting pops, but you feel as though you’re living inside of a shell.

However, having inherited the Six Eyes from him, you suffer not only from an overprotective father, you also suffer from violent migraines due to oversensitivity and overstimulation of the senses. You’re extremely light sensitive. Even the dullest fraction of light can trigger a headache.

This being said, your daddy doesn’t allow you to cover your eyes…ever. He says, “They’re too beautiful to cover up” or “Why would you even think about hiding something I gave you?” You can’t even convince him to buy you those really dark sunglasses where no light can pass through.

You often find yourself trying to cut up towels for makeshift blindfolds just so you can get some sleep, but you’re only lightly scolded by your father and told not to “play with scissors” despite being fourteen years old.

———

Satoru comes home from a mission, greeting Nanami as he asked the blonde sorcerer to keep an eye on you while he was gone.

“How was she? Who am I kidding? She was perfect, wasn’t she?”

“No, she was not. She was crass and rude because she was in pain the entire time. She cursed me out more times than I care to tell, and she barely ate, and what she did eat, she threw up. Gojo, you have to do something about her migraines because whenever I come over to watch her, I end up getting them as well.”

The lanky man’s jaw hangs wide open as he listens to Nanami’s speech. After a minute of processing, he drops the bag of souvenirs on a nearby table and huffs a fatherly sigh.

“Are you sure it’s her? I mean, you could just be incapable of looking after her.”

“It’s not her, Gojo. It’s you,” Nanami states as he picks up his bag. “I’m leaving now. She’s upstairs in her room crying her eyes out because you refuse to do anything about her oversensitivity.”

With that said, Kento brushes past Satoru and leaves the Gojo household.

Satoru trails up the stairs, bag in hand, and knocks on the door twice. When he receives no response, only hearing you choking on sobs, he opens the door to see you shaking under the covers. He strides over to you, pulling the blanket back so that he can see you holding your head with your eyes squeezed shut. Placing the bag on the floor, your dad takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Hey, there’s my pretty girl. Uncle Nanami told me you were having a bad day. Tell me what’s going on.”

“Hurts!” Is all you can bite out with the amount of pain you’re in. You curse yourself for even speaking because your skull is pounding from all of the noise. “Please, Daddy, make it stop!”

He shushes you, pulling you up towards his chest so that you can cry into his shoulder.

“We could try a sedative?”

“Those don’t fucking work! You can’t do anything right! God, you’re fucking useless!” You grip his shirt and blow tears and snot into it as you wail at him in a fit of pain and teenage rage.

Gojo, being used to the cursing, only rolls his eyes. He can’t scold you right now. It wouldn’t help anyway. You wouldn’t even be able to focus on a lecture at the moment. Instead, he holds you closer and presses a kiss against your hair.

“Daddy, please…covering my eyes…it’s the only thing that works.” You flinch when the migraine feels like a brick has been smashed against the back of your head.

“You know the rules. I want to be able to see your gorgeous face every day. You’re my sunshine, sweetie. Your eyes are so beautiful.”

“Fuck you! Uncle Nanami lets me cover my eyes!”

“Well, then, Uncle Nanami isn’t going to be able to watch you anymore.”

You shake your head slightly, desperately. “I…No, you can’t do that. Daddy, please, I want to see Uncle Nanami!”

Gojo lowers his glasses and looks at you. “I’m your father, so I can do whatever I want. These headaches are just a phase. You’ll grow out of them. You don’t need to cover your eyes. I never wore them as a child. You didn’t have these migraines as a little kid, so you’ll probably get over them at some point. You just need to-”

The storm in your head causes violent waves to crash against your skull, rattling the ship that is your brain. Blood rages in your ears, and you can only hear your father’s voice in a low hum before succumbing to nausea for the fourth time today.

Throwing your blanket off of you and reaching for the trashcan that’s right by your bed, you hurl into the black plastic bin that’s almost half full of your bile and stomach contents. Gojo looks into it and can clearly see that Nanami had made you fish for dinner.

Your father does his best to try and comfort you, rubbing your back as you vomit water and whatever else your stomach can wretch. Coughing signals an end to your regurgitation, and you put the trash bin down on the floor in front of you.

Calmly now, with no heat or bite behind your words, you look away from your father and ask, “Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?”

You hate to ask him for this after being so angry with him, but a comforting presence next to you can sometimes help with your migraine induced insomnia. It can sometimes even dull the headaches to a certain extent.

“Of course. Anything for my little girl.”

Lying down, you rub your temples as Satoru trails the tips of his fingernails up and down your back. Being emotionally drained and physically exhausted, as well as having your father sit right beside you, it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep.

As Gojo watches his precious angel close her eyes, he runs his fingers through your hair and smiles. You’re finally asleep and looking peaceful. If you had eye coverings on, he wouldn’t be able to see the whites of your lashes curving as you enter a dream.

He knows in his heart that he’s doing the right thing.

[bratphilia]

grasp (w. afton x reader)

request: "I don’t really have a coherent story (just some thots) but i’d kill for some sort of smuttyyy ficlet that has the reader who is very short as in 4 foot 10 and has petite features (just like me 😵‍💫) being picked up and slung over Matthew Lillard!William Afton’s shoulder 🥴🥴 Include reader being scared and trying to wriggle free??? (due to her seeing or knowing something she shouldn’t have about Raglan) and some name-calling like ‘little one’, ‘good girl’ & ‘atta girl’ 🤤 - 🧸"

note: hi nonniebear!! i'm sorry if this fic is a little rushed but i tried to stay true to what you requested! hope you enjoy and feel free to keep sending in more ideas :)

pairing: steve raglan / william afton x reader

tags: bondage, praise kink, fingering, squirting, begging

fuck. you're really in for it now. 

this yellowish, decaying rabbit stalks towards you, and there are four, sentient and bloodthirsty animatronics behind you. 

you're stuck. 

even worse, the rabbit came from the entrance, so if you were to try to make your escape that way there was a likelihood of you running into his knife.

"please," you find yourself pleading. "please don't kill me."

the rabbit laughs menacingly and bends down to your level. "how about this? i'll give you a head start." 

without any further questions you bolt through the maze of halls and towards the office. you crouch down in front of the vent the rabbit was referring to and unscrew the bolts barricading it. thank god you're small enough to fit in the vents. this might actually work.

then you hear unmistakeable, thumping footsteps coming towards you. 

it only hurries your actions. your heart rate rapidly increases. the screws are so aged with rust that it's hard to—

the door opens with a loud thud. you scream at the noise, and again when you're being lifted off the ground. it's the yellow rabbit. 

it slings you over its shoulder with unmatched strength. you wail incoherent words and pleas as you pound the back of the suit with balled fists. 

"help me!" you scream out to no one. "somebody help!" 

the rabbit wordlessly carries you down the hall, to one of the locked doors you dared not to venture into during your shifts. it carried you down a couple stairs and then set you on a dentist-office-style chair. 

at this point tears are rolling down your face. eyes are shut in fear of looking your captor in the eyes. uncontrollable sobs escape your mouth, praying that these aren't your final moments. then the rabbit wraps both hands (paws?) around your wrists and holds them to the arm handles so that restraints can bolt around them. 

"oh, save it," he says, clearly annoyed with your crying. "i've heard it all before, you don't deserve to die, and all that."

your eyes shoot open. the rabbit's voice no longer sounds robotic and you realize you actually recognize it. 

in a very dramatic fashion, it's steve raglan. your career counsellor, a.k.a the man who got you this job in the first place. 

he almost looks ridiculous in the rabbit suit, which admittedly doesn't add much to his already sizeable frame, but you can't find the humor in the situation in which you could be seconds away from dying in. 

"why?" you find yourself asking, suddenly more curious than hysteric. "why give me this job if you were just going to kill me in the end?" 

"because you got a little too close to the truth, and for some reason, those brats up there were unable to take care of the job themselves," he snarls resentfully. he must be referencing the animatronics. it makes sense now— the kids in the drawings with the yellow rabbit on the wall. 

"it was you. you killed those kids."

steve gives you a horrible smile. one that almost makes you weak, with that dimple you recognize from many conversations in his office. "you finally figured it out."

he walks behind you, shuffling around in the suit, and you crane your neck around to see him taking it off. he's wearing a white tee and dark purple slacks. he's not particularly muscular, but not thin either. it's a build specific to middle aged men. you hate to admit it, but your face flushes when you notice how large his hands are. 

he catches you looking at him and smiles, cocking his head curiously. "see something you like, little night guard?" instantly you whip your head back around. your head is at a moral war with itself, with you being disappointed in yourself that you were actually checking out a child serial killer. 

but steve doesn't leave it alone. once he abandons the suit, he swiftly strides over you. he places both hands on your restraints, caging you in. you shrink into yourself. 

"i think," he says lowly, "i might have a different use for you, little one. one that we can both enjoy." 

you swallow, not saying anything. steve reaches a hand up to slide down your face then cup your jaw. his hands are cold to the touch and it sends shivers down your spine. 

you find your voice. "don't touch me."

"don't touch you? are you sure?" he says cockily and you can only glare at him in response. 

"what if i just..." he trails off, sliding the hands on his face down your neck, your chest, abdomen, and eventually your core. he presses his hand there hard, making you jolt upwards and whimper. "so you don't want me to touch you, is what i'm hearing?"

fuck. this undeniably hot serial killer has you at his disposal and you can't help but feel turned on. if you're going to die, and your chances really aren't looking good for you, maybe you should just...

"please," you murmur, closing your legs so they trap his hand there.

"please, what?"

you swallow. "please fuck me." 

"'atta girl." he grins from ear to ear. "y'know, all that begging you did earlier really did a number on me, but i must say i love this change of heart."

steve starts to undo the buttons of your slacks and begins to pull them down, leaving you bare in your underwear. it's at this point you realize how wet you are, and you try to relieve the tension in your core by squeezing your thighs together but he grabs your legs and presses them to your stomach. you're just so malleable to him.

he tugs off your panties and discards them mindlessly. "look at that," he marvels at your bare skin, "so pretty, little one."

you squirm against the restraints a little. at this point the anticipation will kill you faster than he will. you wish he would just touch you already, but you had to admit all his praises were only adding to your arousal.

steve decides to sit a little further down the chair and wordlessly plunges a finger inside your pussy. he goes deliberately slow, clearly gaging your reaction. "fuck," you mutter, and it takes all your strength to not buck your hips into his movements.

"you need this, don't you, sweet girl?" he muses, stopping the thrusting of his fingers, but still keeping them inside. "tell me."

"please, please, please..." tears coat your lashes from all the teasing. "'need it so bad."

he gives you a kind smile, one you haven't seen since you were back in his office. "good girls get what they ask for. "

steve slides in a second finger and begins to pump faster. it's an improvement but you find yourself needing more. you buck your hips up hoping he would get the message and he simply laughs lowly as he adds a third finger into the mix.

his pace gets progressively faster over time to your delight. the noises coming from your center is absolutely obscene. you can feel your juices dripping down onto the seat.

"ah — ah!" you cry out, feeling your orgasm nearing. "i'm coming — please, slow down—"

you squeeze your eyes shut. all the sudden the chair is abnormally wetter than you would have expected and— oh.

your face burns bright red. "i-i'm sorry..."

he's shocked, mouth agape and eyes slightly widened. then a wolfish grin spreads across his face. "don't you dare apologize, little one, let's try that again."

[ghouljams]

I am in desperate need of some cowboy fluff, how about y’all?

Somehow Simon's been handed a baby. It's a little funny. It's his own fault for being in baby handing distance with nothing to do. When your cousins had bustled into the house and started making a racket, passing out greetings and bags in equal measure, you were sure your older cousin would hand their newest addition to your dad. He was sort of the baby guy, the one that always seemed to calm down even the most colicky infants at family gatherings. So when you turn to introduce Simon and see your cousin pass her bundle of joy off to him you are almost as shocked as he is. Which is the understatement of the century, because he is pretty shocked.

He’s hardly budged from where he was standing when the baby was handed to him, looking big and unsure and absolutely stiff with nerves. You suppose it helps that no one is really talking to him, most of your cousins have moved to the kitchen to pick your pantry clean. You excuse yourself from catching up to go make fun of him.

“You look comfortable,” You grin. It really is a sight, such a tiny thing being held by such a big man. That baby is in the safest place in the world and it knows it, cooing and grabbing at Simon’s shirt, big wide eyes staring up at him like he’s the whole world. You know the feeling baby.

“Me and babies don’t mix,” He grits out, probably too nervous to even breathe. 

“Maybe if you weren’t holding him like a snapping turtle you’d be more comfortable.” You tell him, moving close to adjust his hold. The baby’s head resting against his chest, nestled nice and cozy in his arms, not just resting on them like a hospital bed. You smile at your newest family member, poking his little nose and letting him grab your finger. When you look up at Simon his expression is… tight, you can’t place it. You sigh, “Come on, it’s not that bad.”

“It is that bad.”

“You’ve never thought about kids?” You mean it to be teasing but the look on his face makes you think maybe this is a more serious conversation. 

“Men like me shouldn’t have children,” He mumbles, looking down at the baby chewing on your finger. 

“My dad did a pretty good job.” He goes still again, for all the progress he’s made in being a person again Simon sure has a terrible opinion of himself. You shoot him a half-hearted glare, extracting your finger from its enthusiastic and gummy aggressor. “For the record, I think you’d be a great dad.” You tell him, turning to go back to the kitchen.

“At least take the damn thing with you,” He calls, it’s not as insistent as you would’ve thought. You think he might actually like holding the baby. You wave your hand over your shoulder at him.

“Nope, that’s your punishment. Pass him off to MacTavish when he gets here.” He’s lucky you’re not ratting on him to your dad. Men like him shouldn’t have kids... You’re a delight.

-

“Who’s the wee man?” Soap asks, leaning to wiggle his fingers at the baby in Ghost’s arms. It giggles, reaching with one pudgy hand to grab at him, the other tiny fist wrapped around Ghost’s tags. 

“I want you to be best man at my wedding,” Ghost says, absolutely not answering the question. Soap freezes, his brows raised.

“You’re getting married?”

“When she says yes.”

“This your bairn?” Soap asks, feeling more confused than he already was. Ghost makes a face.

“Johnny how the hell would this be my kid?” Ghost snaps, earning a bug eyed sniffle from the baby in his arms that caught both men’s attention. It’s the last warning before the baby scrunches up his face, building up enough red frustration to let out a sobbing wail. Soap is quick to scoop the fussy infant from Ghost’s arms, shushing him as he cradles him against his shoulder.

“Anno, let’s find your mum wee man, get you away from mean old Ghost.”

“Not a word of this MacTavish,” Ghost calls after him.

“More scared of Goose than her gander, sorry mate.”

[violent138]

Bruce, outside Clark's room on the Watchtower: "Clark? What's happened, your message said it was an emergency--"

Clark: "Oh good I'm losing my mind." *yanks Bruce in*

Clark, exhausted, rocking a wailing Jon: "Lois had an emergency and I really need your help because no matter what I do he won't stop crying."

Bruce, rubbing his temples: "Uhh."

Clark: "Well?"

Bruce, glaring at him: "Well? Well what?"

Clark: "You've had so many kids!"

Bruce: "None of them were ever babies! Call me back in eight years!"

Both of them flinched as Jon wailed louder.

Clark, in despair: "I'm calling Diana."

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Diana, with lasso clenched in Jon's hand: "Why do you cry, little one?"

Jon: *still shrieking and sobbing*

Diana, looking up at them both: "This usually works."

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Barry, hands on his knees as he examined Jon: "Maybe he's in pain?"

Bruce glared at Barry as Clark panicked, hands messing up hair.

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Oliver, cooing: "Uncle Ollie's got this lil' guy, you just need some white noise." *turns on his playlist*

Jon:*screaming now*

Bruce: "You're completely useless."

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Hal: "What's going on in here?" *elbowing his way into the crowded room*

Bruce: "Busy right now, Jordan." *frantically going through scientific articles*

Hal stared in horror at the child, who J'onn and Arthur are negotiating with while vigorously rocking the screaming toddler: "Jeez, what the hell are you two doing?" *conjures a giant green rattled and shakes it*

Jon, utterly transfixed abruptly stops crying. Clark raises his head off the table the second the sound stops, relieved.

Hal: "Want to see something even cooler?" *makes a plane and has it fly around*

Jon, reaching out to it, smiling a little despite the tears. Half the room isn't breathing.

Hal, grinning: "That's right little man, it is cool. So guys, seriously, why are we all in here?"

The League, as the small plane vanishes: "Don't stop!"

Hal, startled: "Whoa, relax! Uh, who wants to see a dinosaur?"

[rinstaro]

Hyrule, wild, twi, time, and sky’s reaction to reader squirting on them for the first time? How would they deal with the reader being super shy after?

ur a genius. i love this ask MWAH let me give you a kiss. i’ve been having a hard time writing but i really like this idea

i played around with formatting here lol, looks weird.

cw: squirting obv, overstim, coochie eating, praise, breeding kink in times, he also calls you pup, fingering, doggy, mating press, reader has a vagina no pronouns

minors do not interact.

hyrule

will be shy himself! he’s in such belief that he did that to you. he made you feel so good you squirted on him. i wouldn’t be surprised if he came right there or even came untouched. and even then, he’s hard again immediately. he'd flush with excitement, asking you over and over how good it felt. it only makes you more embarrassed.

you whimpered his name over and over as the knot in your stomach began to unravel. he groaned into your cunt, lips attached to your clit. you looked down at him, shuddering at the sight of him staring back at you like a starved man. your orgasm hit abruptly, causing your legs to kick out and your cunt to spray all over his face. your boyfriend almost choked at the sudden orgasm that hit him, staring at you wide eyed as his cum pooled onto the sheets. once the both of you caught your breath, you apologized profusely.

"n-no! it was, fuck, it was so hot, sweetheart. c-can we... i wanna try that again.”

wild

oh he’s smug. he’s so proud of himself. he’s always doing things for others but pleasing you was special to him. he stops for a moment to just watch you gush and then goes down to kiss your clit. he'll quiet your embarrassed cries by telling you how pretty you looked.

your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. your legs trembled in his hold, his fingertips leaving small bruises on your thighs. he stared down at the spot where you two met. your soaked pussy was still fluttering around him. when wild looked back at your face, you were whimpering in embarrassment, arms hiding your face. he chuckled softly, gently moving your arms out of the way.

"f-fuck babe im sorry-"

"no no, baby, you were so pretty. you think i can make you do that again before i cum?”

twi

an animal. you don’t get a chance to be shy because he doesn’t stop, not even for a second. whether he’s drinking down your cum or fucking you through your orgasm, he needs you to do it again. he needs to taste it, to feel it— he just needs more and will go for as long as he’s allowed.

you hid your face in the pillows, the soft material muffling your wails. twilight wouldn't let up, pounding into you as if he didn't know when he'd get the chance again. he'd been desperate, barely giving you a chance to breathe as he ravaged all of your sensitive spots before manhandling you onto all fours. you felt your orgasm coming, and he could too. "go on 'n cum, you deserve it, doll." you obeyed without a word, sobbing when you squirted all over the sheets. his thrusts never stop, making you squirm to escape his grasp.

"not done yet. i want you to drench me, 'kay darlin'?"

time

a menace! will tease you about it relentlessly both degrading and praising you. immediately goes to make you do it again, watching your face the entire time. he wants to watch your face this time as you cum so hard that you soak him. it because his goal now to make you squirt at least once every time you have sex

your dear husband had you in a mating press, dick stretching your poor cunt as far as it could go. your eyes were crossed as you let out little 'ah-ah-ahs' at his harsh thrusts. time wanted to fuck you full, making sure you had at least 3 loads in you by the time he was done. he wanted you stuffed full with a kid asap. time felt you clenching around him and began to play with your clit, making you feel so good you could cry. you shrieked suddenly, body seizing up as you came. “dirty, dirty pup," he called. you whined, uttering a quiet 'don’t look, please' that made him chuckle and grab your chin. "you squeezed me so hard, felt so good. you're so messy... could you do that again for me, dear?”

sky

lets you ride it out and then asks you what the fuck was that LMAO. like he knows, he's just so surprised that it happened out of no where. he wasn't even trying. but now he's going to have to make you cum like that every time. so he's gonna take his time making you cum on his fingers, his tongue, and his dick. it may take a few nights but he is determined.

your sweet boyfriend had been in between your legs prodding at your g spot with his fingers for what seemed like forever. you'd already cum twice, but this one felt stronger. your moans rose in volume as you finally caved, sensitive cunt gushing all over sky's arm. sky didn’t know where to look. his soaked hand, your trembling legs, or your fucked out face. you just sprayed all over him and you were mortified. you pulled your legs in, turning your head and hiding your face from him. he smiled down at your form. "don't be shy, sweetheart... need you to do that again. on my cock this time. maybe on my face later if you're not too passed out. pretty please? wanna feel your cunt squeeze me like you did my fingers."

[laws-long-ass-sword]

The thing that makes me crazy about Law's backstory in particular is that Corazon wasn't some saint, even if Law thinks of him that way, he beat the Donquixote children for years. And when Corazon took Law away, he begged Corazon to stop, that he was wasting the last months of his life, retraumatizing Law over and over by bringing him to hospitals Law knew wouldn't treat him, and he was right! Corazon didn't listen because of his selfish need to see that this little boy lives, no matter how realistic it actually was and how much he knew it was hurting him. But through sheer chance and the force of Corazon's determination, he does find a way to cure Law's illness.

We see Corazon put on this act of smiling and acting goofy, something I have to assume is against his usual nature, because it's a show for the kid, to make him feel better.

What's crazy is that Law asks Corazon if he's part of the Marines, because soldiers killed his family, his schoolmates, and his entire people, Corazon says no, and Law knows he's lying, but he smiles anyway. And when Corazon is bleeding on the snow, he apologizes for this deception to Doflamingo, but he really is apologizing to Law, but Law doesn't NEED an apology.

The way that Law's legs shook so bad when he approached Virgo, because of how scared he was of the Marines, how he sobbed and begged for help, but he leads Corazon to his murder anyway.

The way we see it sink in for Corazon that he's going to die here. He smiles, because if he's dying for this kid, then that's alright.

The way that Law dedicates his Entire adult life to Corazon, a man who showed Law love and compassion for just a handful of months. From his tattoos, to his crew name, to his righteous death, it's all for Corazon. How even though Corazon could not fire a single shot at his brother, Law believes Corazon would want to Law to avenge him. Law simply cannot comprehend that Corazon sacrificed himself for Law because he loved him unconditionally, as a parent would love a child. Law believes there has to be a Reason why. It's only after his talk with Sengoku he finally is able to understand the full scope of Corazon's love for him. For Law to kill himself for Corazon and not even understand he was loved...

Something interesting here I would like to note too, is that Law obviously blames himself for Dressrosa's fall into Doflamingo's hands, but at the same time, he doesn't seem to care that he'd be bringing hell upon the country if his plan worked. How paradoxical. We see Law put on a show of confidence and control that crumbles immediately the moment The Birdcage is raised. Law is paralyzed through most of the rest of the arc in sheer terror. Though, I am very fond of his audacity, with Doflamingo's gun pressed up against his head, "Bring back Corazon right now, and lick the asshole of every citizen of this country."

There are just so many layers of tragedy in Law's story it makes me want to wail at the sky. The fact that Corazon saw Doflamingo in Law, and in saving Law he could somehow retroactively save his brother, who he hated. And how he wasn't necessarily wrong, because what kind of person comes out of the Flevence genocide? But as Law puts it, "he gave me my heart."

[bakuwhcre]

deep ocean, mountain peek.

synopsis; bakugou doesn't love you anymore, and your sons can't sleep.

pairing(s); bakugou x fem!reader

theme warming(s); angst

bakuwhcre's note! this is unedited and a little sloppy. i just had the idea and wanted to get it out! enjoy, please!

when it came to bakugou's love, it was deep like an ocean and suffocating like reaching the peak of a cold mountain. he loved hard. he loved you all at once. and you knew he did - once upon a time. you didn't feel like you were standing at the top of everest. you didn't feel like you were surrounded by water at the bottom of an ocean. not anymore.

he was always working. always out. always late.

"momma," mizuki, your son, dragged his stuffed animal behind him as he peeked behind the staircase railing. his twin, katuso, was beside him with an angry expression on but tiredness showing in his eyes. "i can't sleep."

you had your laptop on your lap, and a single lamp on to keep you awake with an empty wine glass on the coffee table and soft music playing. you gazed at the boys with gentle eyes. they looked just like their father. it made your heart ache. especially katsuo. he was his father.

"c'mere, my little loves."

you opened your arms for them after moving your laptop to the table. they ran over. both attempted to sit in your lap, mizuki somehow winning the spot while katsuo scowled. he didn't even want to be there - mizuki woke him up with stupid worries of you and katsuki getting a divorce; whatever that was.

"are you and the old man getting a de- a duh- divorce. . ?" katsuo took a little glance at his brother, who nodded his head before looking at you.

"wha. ." you looked between the two, baffled. had bakugou mentioned that to them? why would they. . ? you became furious. not at the boys. never them. they were sponges, taking in all and everything they could. you didn't want to lie, yet they couldn't know that you'd been thinking about it. they were six years old.

"you told them we're getting a divorce?" a familiar voice sent chills down your spine. bakugou stood at the front door with a new wound on his cheek, brows deepening into a scowl.

"of course not! did you?"

"so. . you guys don't like each other anymore?" mizuki's voice raised and wavered as if he was going to cry, tears glossing over his eyes. his lip poked out, and katsuo didn't dare look at either of you, flarimg at the ground.

"we like each other." bakugou said firmly.

you like each other. enough. enough to raise your children. enough to keep the marriage going. enough to sleep in the same bed, but not enough to cuddle. not enough to share longing gazes. not enough to check in on each other.

just. . . enough.

bakugou comforted mizuki and got katsuo to stop looking at the ground like it gave him a problem. while you sat on the couch chewing on your nails. he came downstairs in a new pair of clothing and more cleaned after getting the boys down. "some kid in mizuki's class said their parents got divorced and then cursed mizuki." you didn't look up at your husband, honestly believing you were cursed by someone's rotten child. "we should talk about a divorce, though."

you looked up. he stared at the ground. there was silence. it was heavy on both of your shoulders. you wanted to yell at him for wasting years of your life. for promising you eternal happiness. for giving you two beautiful boys that you'd die without.

but all you could do was sob.

you wanted to turn that sorrow into anger but just wailed into your hands, holding your head down. "you're leaving me? after all these years? what about zuki? what about katsu?" you wiped your tears as bakugou shrugged, not meeting your eyes.

"we'll figure it out. i just. . . i'm tired of this. of you." he finally met your eyes, voice lowering. "i don't love you anymore, [name]."

the world seemed to stop spinning.

the water that was once air became poison in your lungs. the cold mountain top truly suffocated you. you couldn't breathe. you couldn't breathe in the worst way possible.

bakugou sighed and repeated himself, "i don't love you anymore."

[bandgie]

could you do a dark vampire yeonjun?? maybe a little kidnapping…

a/n: OHHH dude I had to read this shit like 3 times. I thought it said 'kid napping' not 'kidnapping' I was so thrown off. but yessss

warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, manipulation, implied kidnapping(obvi)/mind control, possessive Yeonjun, mind break mentions, overstimulation (f!), sex stuff ya know the usual

633 words

He's harsh with his thrusts, uncaring for how you beg him to slow down. His cock is deep inside you as if trying to mold it's shape into your pussy. He yanks on your hair to pull you upwards, your ass pressed harder against the front of his thighs.

Yeonjun loves the sight of you. How your back arches from being relentlessly pounded into, your quivering legs trying to keep you upright, the way your hands try to find purchase at the wall in front of you.

No matter how delicious you looked to eat, Yeonjun needed a taste of you like this. He craved to see you creaming on his dick, moaning uncontrollably at his violent strokes.

All you can feel is arousal, such overwhelming warmth you think you might get a fever. It feels heavenly to have Yeonjun's freezing body surround yours. You don't have any idea why you were so frightened of him in the first place.

This feeling is pure bliss and you pray it never ends.

Yeonjun snakes his hand down around your waist, pressing upwards to your stomach. The pressure makes you mewl, forcing you to feel his length inside much more. His other hand keeps steady at your hips to make you bounce on him.

The hand on your stomach travels further down, finding your swollen clit. Yeonjun's nimble fingers play with your pussy, drowning in the sounds of your wails and gasps.

"Too much! Yeonjun..it's too..." Your words turn into a series of moans.

Beg him all you want, cry until your throat is rubbed raw, but Yeonjun can't bring himself to stop. He won't. He's waited too long, put up with too many filthy humans just to be close with you in your work uniform.

He'll take you away from this life. This mundane style you live isn't what you need, it's not what you deserve. Yeonjun can't stand seeing you pretend to be happy where you are. You already trust him, even if he had to use some of his vampiric enchantments on you, the bond you've created is real.

It has to be real. Why else would you keep clenching on his cock eagerly? You want his cum, he thinks. You must need it with how deep your pussy opens for him.

Lost in his thoughts, Yeonjun doesn't catch how your sobs have increased. You've cum too many times much too quickly. It's making you break both physically and mentally. All you can think about is how sumptuously he's using you.

Maybe this is what you're good for, a warm cock sleeve for Yeonjun to take advantage of when he pleases.

After what seems like hours, Yeonjun begins showing signs of finishing. He's panting, clawing at your hips so roughly you know you'll have marks after. The fingers on your clit falter for a moment as he stills inside you.

His cock pulses repeatedly before he cums with a guttural moan. The warmth of his seed fills you up, and you feel what seems like your final orgasm crash down on you. Your legs nearly give out, cream leaking down your thighs.

Yeonjun places both of his hands on your waist to keep fucking yourself onto him, trying to milk out all the cum he has to give. It's not until you reach back and scratch at his hands that he lets up, releasing you.

Your knees buckle, and you fall to the hard ground of the alley. You're beyond spent, pussy throbbing in shattering pleasure that leaves you dumb.

There's no retaliation when Yeonjun picks you up easily, his strength unmatched to any mortal man.

This is the first of countless nights he'll have you, keep you. The human life you've been given will be forgotten.

Yeonjun knows where you belong.

[actualbird]

do you think the nxx ever cries or just… don’t deal with their emotions in a healthy way? they must be so emotionally repressed!

im so sorry but this is worded in a way i find absolutely hilarious omfg. do they cry or do they suck it up til the end of time? KJAHVSJFHAVSLFSFKJA

i like to think they Do cry, but my god it takes a Lot. this goes for All of them. like, we've seen in canon when the nxx boys and rosa cries, and it's usually during/after very high stakes or very emotional situations. some examples off the top of my head are

marius cries in SSR Unconcealable, the card where mc gets KIDNAPPED and then both of them get TRAPPED IN A FREEZER FOR A HOT SEC

mc cries in SSR Peaceful Place because she thought luke got shot and DIED,

luke cries in his Blossom Chapter Personal Story 4 because he thought mc DROWNED AND DIED

artem cries in SSR Two Hearts as one because he got so emotional acting like he was choking mc

vyn cries in...well, several cards like SR False Tears and SSR Neon Melody but those were 1) not exactly a "healthy" way of dealing with emotions or 2) caused by pepper spray KJHVSKJDF. im behind on vyn's cards, idk in which ones he cries honestly due to genuine in distress

so like, they DO cry. but it seems to take rather a lot to get them there. the flipside is that they also cry when overcome with immensely positive emotion (like, mc was on the verge of tears when luke finally proposed in SSR Orange Scent) so at least theres that!!!! but it's not much, chief....

all members of the nxx team all are IMMENSELY repressed. i think the most emotionally healthy of the team is DAVIS, which isnt a good sign, given that hes not even human

anyhoo this ask inspired me so

here are some misc headcanons on the nxx team and crying

i hc that luke as a kid was Such a crybaby. he'd cry over everything: when he saw a sad movie, when he saw a happy movie, when he saw a dog being walked but the dog was so dang small, when mc cries and his high empathy kicks in to make it Our Cry Session, just...he cried over IT ALL. he was just a very emotionally sensitive child, even to emotions from others. he eventually got emotionally steadier as he grew up but i think there are innocuous movies that, due to him crying over them as a kid, still make luke cry as an adult

[nxx movie night]

marius: man i love this movie, absolute classi---WHY ARE YOU CRYING??

luke: because ANYBODY can COOK!! EVEN A RAT!!!!!

mc, silently glaring at marius over luke's shoulder as if to say "Don't You Say A Mean Word To Him Right Now": O_O

(yes, they were watching ratatouille)

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vyn has mastered crying on cue and can do it at the drop of a hat, but when he REALLY TRULY ACTUALLY is hit by the genuine need to cry for any reason, be it positive or negative, he cannot stop it at all until its run its natural course.

which is just AGONIZING for him, surely, but this is the price he has to pay for the power of being able to cry on command: not be able to stop when it's for realsies

marius: HAHA, CRYBABY

vyn: //throws a book at him because just cuz he cant stop crying, doesnt mean he cant attack

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it slightly pisses everyone off a teensy bit that artem can cry artfully.

like, the single tear. the lines of silent tears streaming down his face. even the more desperate sobs. doesnt matter whether theyre stage tears for another play or if theyre during high stakes situations, artem seems to naturally cry in a cinematic manner

artem: //shedding a few tears because of the stress of an nxx operation or something

luke: hey it's okay, everyone's alright

luke internal thoughts: why is he so pretty while crying?????? .....wait what

-

and lastly, marius can hold back tears like nobodys business. like luke, he was a huge crybaby as a kid. but unlike luke, he held it back so much that when he DID cry as a child, it was REALLY CRYING. like wailing, like sobbing. it's heartbreaking to watch

so via his Entire Life Of Repressing Weakness And Related Emotions, he became rlly powerful at holding back the need to cry. it only happens during VERY EMOTIONALLY INTENSE scenarios ORRRR

during horror movies

because hes such a horror weakling and he gets so spooked that tears literally come out

mc: how did that jumpscare make you tear up but not the intro scene to Up

marius, hiding behind a pillow to avoid any more jumpscares: im a man of endless mystery, miss

thank you for the ask :D

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Stickers

Overhaul was a man that made countless lifes a living hell. For being the type of man he is and a yakuza, it was always a piece of cake for him to make even the toughest man around Japan fall on the floor on their knees and literally cry and beg for their life's.

But... he never thought that he could ruin someone's life by... snatching a fork out of his their hand when he was about to poke the outlet or when he took Kaito's out of Pops arms once because the poor elder had to go to the bathroom. And surely he never thought he could make someone cry this hard by just... throwing away a band aid the kid was using for the whole day.

It wasn't even because Kaito got hurt, he just found it cool the drawings on the band air and proclaimed he was wearing it forever... well, until he decided to take off after Kaito had taken a bath.

"What was I suppose to do? Frame it?" Kai asked in sarcasm as you sighed while the kid wailed on the floor about his missing band-aid.

"Kaito baby-" you tried to approach your son but the kid cried harder and scurried over to a corner of the room to just curl up and sob. "Oh God..."

"We can just leave him until he is-" he winced when you elbowed his arm as he glared at you.

For being his wife, you could do things that not even Pops would ever have the courage or patience to with Chisaki Kai. Despite his attitude and personality, Kai deeply cared and loved you and his son on his own way... but Kaito was sure testing his patience those last months.

"There there..." You cooed while going near your son and patting his back until the boy's loud sobs turned into soft hiccups as he crawled on your lap before you stood up with him on your arms "its okay, you can always get a new one."

"But that one was cool..." the little boy whimpered as he sniffed, a trail of snot failing onto your shoulder as your husband grimaced at it and quickly grabbed something to wipe it... even if it had gotten to your shirt already.

"It's was just a band-aid." He muttered, hoping his son had at least a bit of reason in him.

Spoilers, he didn't. Because he is a 3 years old.

"IT WASN'T!" The boy suddenly screamed making you and Kai wince before the kid returned to his sobs as you could only glare at your husband.

Kai only groaned before leaving the room, leaving you with jaw open at his audacity.

After only a few minutes of you trying to calm Kaito down, and a bit annoyed at your husband's intensity towards his own son, you saw the man himself entering the room with a very annoyed expression but holding a notebook you had never saw it in your life.

You arched a eyebrow at him until he just waved at you and made Kaito look up at him, tilting his chubby chin up from where he was hiding in your shoulder.

"There, take this and stop crying over a band-aid." Kai simply took a whole page of the notebook out and mentioned for his son to take it... your eyes widened at it along with your son's.

It was a whole page of untouched and preserved stickers... stickers for a little boy practically.

Kaito's eyes seemed to shine as he awed at it as you slowly put him down. The kid's wobbly lips turned into a big smile and dashed to hug his father's legs as Kai flinched at it but soon pat his son's head before the little boy ran out of the room.

"Where did you even get this? And so quick too?" You muttered in astonishment but soon noticed the tip of his ears turning a faint color of pink.

"... it was.. an old notebook of mine. I liked to keep those and not use them, that one it's probably the only one I had with actual stickers for kids to use." He muttered in embarrassment as you almost cried at how fucking cute this new information of your husband was.

"You're so adorable." You whimpered as your husband growled at you before he winced at the sudden hug and kisses you were giving him now "And such a cute father as well."

"Stop this woman." He growled while looking at everywhere except for you as you kissed his jaw, then cheeks and finally the place where he longed for, his lips.

The kiss was some sorta of innocent, but it brought how much you two bond actually was strong and deep, giving him a warm feeling he could never describe it while in you brought happiness all over your mind... and a bit of warmth down.

"Could never imagine you were this type of kid to keep your stickers." You snickered after you broke the kiss, your hands carrying his scalp and arms wrapped around his neck as he scoffed, yet with his arms wrapped around your waist. "Although I got to ask something Kai..."

He only arched an eyebrow at you, a silent way to tell you to carry on.

"Was it a REALLY good idea to give him a full page of stickers?" You asked a bit in hesitation and soon you saw those usually monotonous golden eyes widening in terror at his own mistake.

"Shit shit SHIT-" He started to freak out as both of you darted out of the room to chase your kid that had a full page PF stickers ready to be glued basically... EVERWHERE.

.

.

.

You sighed in relief at finding Kaito was only sticking the stickers on Pops as Kai's eye twitched a bit.

The elder looked up at both of you, an arm full of childish stickers on and even one of a car was glued to his right cheek but thankfully far away from his beard.

"The boy wanted to play and I couldn't just say no to those (Y/e) eyes of his." The old man merely chuckled as Kaito mumbled to give him his left hand to stick another one.

"Mama papa it looks like tattoos!" The boy exclaimed while lifting the older man arm up.

You giggled while Kai could only deadpan. The elder suddenly widening his eyes and smiling much like the grinch would until he whispered something onto Kaito's ears.

The kid nodded and soon grabbed the page that was remaining some stickers and went towards Kai, ready to give him one.

"No. Don't you dare." Kai growled but the kid soon started to laugh and run after his father.

You looked at the elder and the man only chuckled.

"You can't give Kai a break, can't you?" You muttered with a shake of your head but still giggling no less.

"No my dear, accept this as a karma for what he did to me when he was younger." The elder cackled.

At the end of the day, Kai had to begrudily let his son glue at least one sticker on him or else he would be throwing a fit of sobs once again.

[thecuriousquest]

Yandere Levi drags the reader to his room to punish her after she tried to escape. She is kicking and screaming the entire time because she knows whats coming. For starters, he beats her up a little, but then he wanted to spice things up so he roughly face fucks her. But that still wasn't enough so he decides to punish her with really rough anal.

A Rough Punishment

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, non con, overstimulation, oral sex, anal sex, spanking, whipping threats, nipple and clit stimulation, crying kink, graphic depictions of a beating, Levi punches reader, slapping, hair pulling, Master/Pet play, male dominant/female submissive

Master List here.

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It was so difficult getting past him. It was even harder sneaking over to the stables. You needed a horse for your escape. You knew better than to go on foot. It would be a lot faster for you to ride rather than walk.

As you prepare to saddle the beast, a hand slaps down on your shoulder, spinning you around. You didn’t even hear your captain sneak up on you.

“L-Levi…”

“Going somewhere, cadet?”

Well, you’re not going anywhere now!

Your lack of response only serves to annoy him even further, and he pinches your ear in a harsh manner. He drags you all the way back to his quarters like a bratty child, as if you are some kid who just threw a tantrum.

You had an actual reason to leave, the reason being him! You wanted to escape this hell he trapped you in. He punishes you, forces you to sit at his feet while he does paperwork, rapes you, makes you touch yourself while he watches. He even goes as far as bathing you every night for some extra quality time.

It had gotten to a point where you cracked and just couldn’t take it anymore. You wanted to leave, needed to get out. A sob rises in your throat as he shoves you face down on the bed.

A sharp spank to your bottom releases that pent up cry, and you squirm under his heavy grip. You reach for the edge of the bed, your arms spread in front of you. Gripping the edge, you try to pull yourself forward, away from his punishing smacks.

Levi laughs at you, actually laughs. He grabs you by the ankle, pulling you back into place, turning you over so that he can look into your fearful eyes.

Your gleaming and tear-filled E/C orbs are mesmerizing to him. The trepidation which casts a delightful shimmer in them make him rock hard. He can’t help but roughly grab you by your clothes, tearing them off of you with the characteristics of a beast. Your shirt flies onto the floor in a tattered heap; your pants following shortly after. Your underwear, scraps of lace and cotton to him, rip quite easily under his strong hands. You whimper and writhe beneath him, but once he has you naked, he pins you down with his body.

Levi crawls over you, hands squeezing the dough of your thighs, feeling you with calloused palms. No, it’s not enough. He needs…he needs to…

His fist cocks back, flying into your rips. A startled cry rips from your core, your body jolting from the impact. He slaps you across the face for being to loud, but he likes how loud you’re being. He wants to hear your screams even more. He wants you to wail and cry, beg for his mercy.

Give him a fucking reason to punish you even further.

The captain’s hand clasps around your throat like a necklace. He presses down on the sides of your throat. It makes you feel light, fatigued. You’re not able to breathe properly. Body thrashing beneath him, your hips try to buck him up and forward, anything to get him off of you.

He’s anchored on top of you quite nicely. No, he’s not going anywhere. This man knows what he’s doing, knows how to effectively pin you down. Knows how to force your submission.

The soldier’s hands come down on top of you rapidly, hit after hit. It feels relentless. He kneels on top of you, removing his own shirt.

He’s an attractive man, but you know what kind of monster lies beneath his flesh, and that monster is ungodly.

You turn your head away from him, to disassociate, to go anywhere but where you are right now. To drift and drift far away, but he doesn’t grant you such pleasantries.

No, this is a punishment, and you’ll suffer through it.

He grips your jaw, squeezing down on the lining of your teeth to force you to open up. You don’t want to, you’re not sure what he’s going to make you do, but the pressure is too great.

He pinches your nose with his free hand, and you can’t help but part your lips to gulp down air.

Taking full advantage of your vulnerable mouth, Levi spits directly onto your tongue, filling your cavern with saliva which isn’t yours. It makes you inwardly cringe, and you’re forced to swallow it down.

You whimper as he shucks off the rest of his clothes. He watches you out of the corner of his eye, making sure you don’t try anything. Grabbing you by your H/C tresses, he pulls you over to him, forcing you to lie down on your side while he stands by the edge of the bed.

“Open up. Come on, open up like a good pet. There we go,” he guides his cock into your mouth.

His dark pubes scrape against your nose and cheeks. The musk infiltrating your nostrils. You try to relax your throat, take him like he’s trained you. You don’t dare bite down. The last time you did, he got out his belt and whipped you until you sobbed yourself to sleep.

“That’s a good little whore, taking your master’s cock with grace. Did you just want some extra attention? Is that why you tried to steal a horse and run away?”

His grip tightens in your locks.

You scream “no” around his cock, but you’re efficiently gagged. All it sounds like to him is you being whiny and noisy.

His palm cracks down on your naked bottom again, reviving the sting from earlier. You beg with his dick in your mouth, so far down your throat for anyone to be able to understand you.

Oh, the vibrations ringing around his length cause him to throw his head back in a state of fucking bliss. His thighs tense up, the muscles in his arms clench. He pushes the back of your head further and further into his base.

Tears sting your eyes, rolling from your lashes. You place your hands on his thighs, trying to push back, to relieve your throat of the strangling sensation.

He pulls back just far enough so that he’s out of your throat but still on your tongue before thrusting back down. In and out, he pushes your nose into his scruffy hair.

Your nose clogs from all of the crying, and you feel a pounding headache from the suffocation. Your lips meet his base, yet he still tries to push himself further and further down your throat. You gag and go limp, resigning yourself to his treatment.

Just as you think you might pass out, he finally shoots a load down your throat. Come coating the inside of your mouth as he pulls himself free of your slick lips.

You gag, swallowing it all, and then gasp for air. You balk, rolling over away from him as he stands there with his hands on the bed, one on a pillow and the other on the mattress. He pants heavily from the orgasm.

It was a lot of come.

You curl up into a ball and cry, clutching your throat with your hand, massaging it to feel better.

He doesn’t let you have any time to yourself. He puts one knee on the bed, leaning over you. Levi picks you up, plopping you down in front of him on the bed. Grabbing your hip, he tries to roll you over onto your stomach.

You groan, shaking your head, a messy little thing of rebellion.

That’s okay. He’ll break you of that real quick.

“You were so bad. Too bad to just discipline with a blow job.”

“I’ve learned!” you croak with humiliation.

“I’ll decide that.”

He kneels over your body, partly straddling you as you lie face down. You grab a pillow, needing something to scream into when he starts fucking you.

He needs more, needs more of you right now. He nestles himself between your cheeks, lining up perfectly with your little hole. He smirks when he hears your soft cries into the pillow.

No warning was given before he impales you with his cock. It explodes right into you, jamming your insides. You lift your head with a guttural wail.

“Get out! Levi, please, out! Doesn’t feel good!” Your feet kick against the bed as your nails dig into your palms.

You need a sensation to distract you from the pain. Anything. You would rather take a whipping over this.

You feel his breath on your ear, heavy panting against the shell. “You’re such a fucking slut. Just a fucking bitch for her master. That’s all. It’s all you’ll ever be good for. Fucking brat thinking you can get away with everything.”

His hands reach underneath you. One pawing at your bare chest, the other rubbing at your sensitive pearl between your legs. His ministrations paired with the pain in your bottom short circuit your brain.

You go blank with the stimulation overload, your mind not knowing which sensation to process first. Does it feel good? Bad? Is it blissful or painful? You can’t tell right now as he fucks into your ass, hips thrusting harder than when he made you deep throat him.

He tears you up inside, rubbing against your tight walls, one’s that are even tighter than your pussy. He pinches your nipples, rolling them between his fingers, making you gasp.

It takes you a while to notice your hips rutting into the bed as his fingers speed up around your bead of pleasure. Your clit happily buzzing for him.

“Do you really think your master doesn’t know you by now? You think I don’t know when my little pet is lying to me? Look at you. You’re such a cock hungry whore that you’ll take it in any hole.”

You come undone instantly from every single sensation he’s offering you. He laughs in your ear as he hears your tiny whimpers from coming. His fingers plunge into your sopping pussy, discovering just how truly wet you are. He removes them from between your legs, and then you find his fingers pressed against your mouth.

A particularly jarring buck of his hips has you opening up once again for him. Levi slides his fingers in past your teeth, right on your tongue. He groans for you to suck on them. You taste yourself on the pads of his digits. You swallow your own cream as you squirm beneath his body.

With his fingers still in your mouth, he ruts into you, squeezing your asscheek with his other hand. He finally goes still on top of you, his weight feeling heavy against your back as he lies there.

Your captain rolls over onto his pillow next to you, folding his hands over his chiseled stomach. He looks up at the ceiling in deep thought, not even sparing your miserable state so much as a glance.

“Captain?”

“Do I really have to teach you a separate lesson on manners, pet?”

Upset, you sigh through your nose. “Master?”

Turning his head to you, he regards you with a softened expression. “What is it?”

“Am I still in trouble?”

“Your punishment is over with. Get some rest. I’m sure you’ll need it.”

You nod and bury your face into the pillows.

“Oh, one more thing. Try to leave and steal a horse again, and I’ll have you tied to the whipping post and beaten in front of the entire squadron. I’m sure you wouldn’t want that.”

You shake your head. You really, really don’t want that.

He turns over on his side towards you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“So, what do you say to your master for being so merciful?”

Merciful? As if beating you and raping your throat and ass is merciful. As if keeping you under his thumb is merciful. As if any of this is merciful!

A small droplet gathers in the corners of your eyes, spilling over as the last of your pride slips away from you.

“Thank you, Master.”

[arzuera]

Once Danny was far enough he broke down crying, he knew he shouldn't, he was expecting this. But in the end it still hurts.

Was it so wrong for him to hope for a different outcome? To be fully loved by the parents that he loved all of his life. That loved HIM for all of his life. Only to be cast out and hunted for fate accidentally turning him into the thing that they despised the most? Was it truly such a sin? Did the universe hate him that much?

Lightning cracked the sky as a thunderous roar followed. Rain poured down in sheets, erasing any traces of his frantic flight away from his hometown. Away from the ones who sought to kill him a second time. Away from the people he loved.

Danny allowed himself to fall fully to the ground of this little field. His parents had long since given up trying to chase him down. He had been too fast for the GAV to keep up with through a densely packed forest. Even then, he had kept going. Minutes turned into yards, hours turned into miles. He had fled as far as his body would allow and it had been a lot farther than he thought it would be. Danny had no idea where he was at this point. Not that he cared.

Anguish gripped his core hard as he let out a cry that would have brought anyone nearby to their knees. It wasn’t quite a wail but it was close. He shoved all of his pain and sorrow for the fact that his entire life had been ripped out by the roots and thrown viciously aside. It wasn’t the Nasty Burger accident but this was just about as bad. They weren’t dead but, in the end, he still ended up alone. So he continued to scream. His cries turned into minor wails at times but since he was screaming to the sky nothing was destroyed.

He didn’t stop until his throat bled and the screams turned into nothing more than strangled sobs. White rings flashed around his midsection as the last of his powers gave out. Leaving Danny with nothing other than his human side. The one that still existed, despite what his parents claimed. With no strength left, he lay in the mud unable to move. Vulnerable. Anyone could walk up and just do what they wanted and he wouldn’t even care. What was the point? There wasn’t any reason to try anymore. If only that portal had finished the job-

“You’ll catch your death laying on the ground like that.” A long trenchcoat came into view with a middle-aged man looking down at him from under his umbrella. “What’s a kid like you hanging out in a park so late at night in Gotham?”

Danny didn’t respond. His eyes were unfocused with his vision blurring around the edges. So he was in Gotham. Wonderful. Somehow he had managed to fly several states away in just a few hours. If he could, he would have excitedly called Sam and Tucker about this new record but he couldn’t. Not anymore.

The man sighed heavily when he realized that he wasn’t going to get an answer. So he sidled up and crouched down closer to the teen’s eye level while holding his umbrella out so it protected them both. “Look, kid. I don’t think I need to tell you how dangerous Gotham is at night. Especially to a kid like yourself. Is there somewhere I can take you to… or-” He stopped when the lights in Danny’s eyes dimmed even further than they were. “Mkay, guess not.” The man looked around the immediate area before settling on Danny again. “All right, bud, can you stand? We’ll get you back to my place until we can figure something out.”

Danny laughed bitterly turning into a coughing fit. Blood leaked out from the corner of his mouth making the man look at him with even more concern. “Isn’t it dangerous to go with a stranger this late at night in Gotham?” he rasped out and it only made the coughing worse but Danny didn’t care.

Instead of taking offense like Danny thought he would, the man smirked at the teen as if this was an everyday occurrence. “Well, we can’t be strangers if you know my name right? Name’s James Gordon, friends call me Jim. Now let’s get you out of this cold and your throat looked at. I doubt you want that getting worse.” With great care, Gordon picked Danny up and held him close. Finagling the teen around so that the umbrella wouldn’t fall out of position. Danny was too surprised by the fact that he was suddenly picked up to notice the frown that briefly crossed the man’s face at how light the boy was.

“Wait… what? What are you doing-” Danny weakly struggled against Gordon and failed since his strength was entirely spent.

“Relax, I’m not going to do anything bad. As Commissioner of this lovely city, the only safer hands you would be in is Batman, himself.” Gordon started to head out of the park towards a vehicle parked nearby. Danny gave up trying to resist, opting to just let things happen. “We’re just going to stop by my place and get you looked at. My daughter might not be a doctor but she’s pretty good with a first aid kit.”

“Why do you even care?” Danny couldn’t help but blurt out. A small pang of guilt crept into his heart from how he said it. From what little he knew, Commissioner Gordon was one of the few upright people in Gotham. One of the few people that was trying to keep the city safe… Just like Danny had tried. Only Gordon didn’t have powers at his disposal. It would be weird if the man didn’t care.

“A lone, possible meta, child screaming until his throat bleeds in the dead of night with no one around? I think you are smart enough to figure that one out.” Gordon positioned the teen in the backseat of his car before getting behind the wheel.

Danny tensed at the implication. If he thought he was a meta then he probably saw him de-transform. “…how much did you see?”

“Enough and don’t you worry about it. Big bad Bat isn’t going to kick you out as you think. If you are worried about me judging then please let me remind you, I’m the Commissioner of Gotham. A kid with powers isn’t anything new.” Gordon started up the engine and they were off. A brief silence descended on the two while Danny struggled to stay awake.

“You aren’t… you won’t turn me in?”

“Did you do something wrong?”

“Well, no but-”

“Then even if there is a law saying you shouldn’t exist, I’m not going to turn you in. If that were the case, the only person I would turn you over to is Batman and that’s because he would have a better chance at protecting you from outside forces than I would.” Gordon stated with full confidence as he pulled into the parking spot next to his building. “Here we are. Now while Barbara is checking you over I’ve got a mean vegetable stew my friend gave me. Want me to warm some up to see if it helps your throat any?”

When the man turned around he was greeted to the watery eyes of his newest charge looking at him with the smallest glimmer of hope that he had seen the entire time. Danny kept his gaze on the Commissioner. “Yes, please.”

[fanaticalthings]

I remember seeing posts about Jason's goons being older than him and them realizing "Oh fuck, our boss is a child"

And now I'm just thinking about Jason venting to them every now and then because they're all collectively like "idk where this kid's parents or emotional support beams are, so ig it'll just be us"

So just imagine Jason returning to his base after a heated argument with Bruce and immediately going to his goons to wail about how badly he's been wronged

Jason, sobbing: And he just doesn't get it! *Sniff* I just wanted him to avenge me to prove he still loves me!

Goon #47, rubbing Jason's back: Mhmm

Jason: A-And I don't even ask for much! I just want him to bash in the skull of the man who killed me! Is that such a hard request?

Goon #47, texting the goon gc and telling them all to get their shit ready cuz theyre about to serve some roasted bat for dinner with a side of clown: Not at all, boss :)