#they didn’t speak but hiiiii 🫶🫶🫶🫶

[zaddyazula]

trying to process this fucking masterpiece

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Childs play (Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader [ex-Childhood best friend turned Fwb AU]) Part 1

Hiiiii! I’m so freaking excited for y’all to read this I’m literally shaking! This will only be 1 part. (Edit: I’ve changed my mind it will get a second part but it won’t be put right away) Shout out to @chickenshit03 for beta reading the one shot. Absolute sweetheart 🫶🏼. Not proofread, enjoy!!

(Y/N)-Your name.

NSFW!! SMUT!! MDNI!! Cursing, light choking during the deed , protecting PinV, Miguel being a big meanie near the end, Comfort/Hurt, lmk if I can’t think of anymore

Word count: 4.6k

Part 2

Masterlist

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Knock knock…

“Hello, I’m sorry if I’m intruding but I wanted to introduce myself, me and my family just moved in next door and I wanted to introduce ourselves.” Your mother said as she stood at her neighbors door, you hid timidly behind her leg as she spoke to a Hispanic woman with curly dark hair. Your eyes wandered around her living room, or at least as much as you could catch from your spot. Not paying any mind to the conversation they were having when your eyes spotted a young boy around your age, about five or so walking past with a few legos in hand.

Your shyness was quickly overtaken with curiosity as you went to pull on your mother’s hand, she must have been watching you stare at the brunette, because before you could even turn up to ask her if you could go play, she was already shooing you in the direction of him as her and the other lady went to go talk over coffee in the kitchen.

He didn’t glance up at you as you sat down in front of his spot on the living room floor, being too preoccupied on the Star Wars set he was working on.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“My name’s (Y/N).”

“Cool.”

“What’s your name?”

“Miguel.”

You paused, shifting to sit down better before speaking again.

“Can I help? I love legos.”

He stayed quiet, and for a second you think he’ll say no, until he shrugged and moved the instruction book so you both could read it, making your lips come up in a smile.

“Sure.”

—

“You can teach me to play street fighter a million times and I will never understand it.” You huffed as you dropped the controller on your lap and leaned back on the couch, the tv in his living room sounded out a “finish her” as Miguel’s character killed yours, you couldn’t even be bothered to remember the names, peeved off that’d he beat you for the upteenth time, him not even having the courtesy to let you win one round.

“I’m not gonna be sorry for you being bad.” He retorted in a teasing tone, sticking out his tongue at you, and blew a raspberry. Your arms quickly crossover your chest as you puff your cheeks out with a pout.

“You’re so mean to me Miguel, I hate you.” You mumbled the half-lie to the other ten year old, looking away as you felt your cheeks heat with embarrassment, you didn’t even notice his movements until you felt him grab for your hand, turning your head to realize he was now standing in front of your spot on the couch.

“You don’t hate me, I’m your best friend.” He states, making you nod your head in confirmation after a beat, “Good. Because you’re my best friend too.” You smiled.

“Can we play something else then?”

“Nope.”

“Ughhh.”

—

“(Y/N), it’s your turn to spin the bottle.” Mj’s voice snapped you out of your head, suddenly aware of all the other fourteen years olds turning to stare at you. Was it a bit embarrassing you were about to lose your first kiss in a game of spin the bottle?

Half-dried nail-polished fingers gently grabbed the base of the empty Coke bottle, praying to god no one saw the way your hand trembled slightly, as you gave it a good twist. As your eyes tracked the blur of clear glass, you got your lower lip, silently hoping it was someone who you wouldn’t fluster up in embarrassment when you had to tell them who was your first kiss in the four walls of the lunch room. Like Kyle, or Ben or-

“Oooo- you got Miguel!” One of the other girls giggled as your eyes shot up to where the tip was pointing and surely, there he sat in front of you. Miguel was good…yeah, great even! You trusted him, he was your best friend since you were practically in dippers…So with a fine silent look of confirmation, you crossed the circle, closing your eyes as your lips connected for the first time.

Is it normal for your heart to skip a beat during a kiss? God how red is my face right now? Have I been holding it for too long? I wonder if he’s enjoying it, he hasn’t pulled away so that’s a good sign right? I should probably stop now. It's been like four seconds.

You finally pull away, sitting down on your knees as you bring a hand up to wipe some excess saliva away from the cover of your mouth. The sound of the next person going to spin the bottle muffles out around you as you focus on the weird flutter in your stomach.

—

“SLOW DOWN MIG-YOU’RE DRIVING LIKE A MANIAC!” You yelled as your left hand flew to grab at your seat belt, right hand gripping the overhead handle so hard your knuckles were turning white, pushing yourself as much as you could into the passenger seat at you could while he just let out an eye roll and chuckle as you were being dramatic (you weren’t).

“I’m not taking driving advice from someone who doesn’t have their license yet.”

“You got your license yesterday! I don’t turn sixteen for another four months!”

“Don’t care, you could ever shut up or take the bus.”

You couldn’t respond right away because another scream came from your throat as he turned a corner.

“If I die in this stupid car, I’m going to haunt the shit out of you O’Hara!”

“I’m not gonna let you die, stop being dramatic.” He scoffed, finally pulling up to the school parking lot, finally slowing down as he looked for a place to park. His arm comes around the back of your car seat as he goes to backwards park in an empty spot. “See I didn’t let you die.”

“I’m actually traumatized…” You muttered, eyes still wide as you kept still in your seat. Miguel let out a huff and he goes to take your seatbelt off once the car was shut off.

“If I buy you some subway during lunch will you stop complaining?”

“…yes.”

—

“Maybe I could just take a gap year-or-or go to the community college nearby, just until I can transfer, then I can try for Columbia again?” You kept fumbling your words, looking at the rejection letter in your hands. If you tried to focus on it enough, you’d be able to hear the paper shaking lightly in your hands. Glossy eyes trying to rapidly blink away tears before they fell on the paper. Miguel quickly shook his head as he placed his coffee cup down on the table of the cafe you two would frequent.

“No. Not happening, I’ll just reject my application and we can go to Stanford together in California.” He told you, making you copy his actions as you placed the paper down next to your other University letters.

“Are you crazy? That’s your dream school! I am not letting you do that for me. I’d never forgive myself for that.” You admitted, looking at him in those familiar brown eyes, praying to god yours weren’t growing bloodshot from the emotional moment between you both. Miguel letting out a heavy sigh, his hand going to run through his pushed back brown locks as he looked down at his letters again. The silence that grew over you two was almost suffocating, a thing it never felt like around him. It made your heart ache, trying to keep back a whine and some tears as you closed your eyes and took in a shaky breath before opening them again and finally breaking the silence between you both. “I mean…FaceTime is a thing right?” Miguel raised a brow at your sentence, before it clicked in his mind what you were implying. Quickly shaking his head, his hand coming up to stop you.

“No. No. I can’t even go a week without seeing you, I’ve lived next door to you for thirteen years and you expect me to be okay with us being two thousand miles away from each other!?” You glanced around you when Miguel raised his voice slightly, luckily other than you and the owner the place was practically barren.

“Mig, we’ll figure it out! We’ll call and text, FaceTime, and I’ll come back for breaks! And besides, you don’t strike me as a type to enjoy California.” You attempted to lighten the mood, thankfully being met with an amused grunt and his lip twitching up slightly.

“Fine… just, promise we aren’t going to end up like all those friends who stop talking because we’re going to separate college’s alright?”

Your smile grew. “I promise.”

—

Ring…

Ring…

Rin- “Hey it’s Miguel,” your ears perked up, quickly scrambling up from your position on your bunk bed, where you were laying on your stomach, “I can’t come to the phone right now, leave me a message.” Beep.

“Hey Miguel… just wanted to see how you were, I finished my exams for the semester, and I’m going back to Neuva York tomorrow. I wanted to see if you’d want to hang out during the break, let me know… bye…” You mumbled before you hung up the call, tossing your phone on the other side of your bed. Running your hands through your head, letting out a heavy sigh. Closing your eyes to keep any forming tears of frustration from spilling out.

You and Miguel weren’t as close as you’d like to be anymore. How did a few months apart completely unwind the tight knit threat that had kept you both close for years? It had started out well, you did good at keeping your side of the promise and he did as well. Texting every hour, FaceTiming him every weekend, calling every night while you both studied, it almost felt like nothing had changed.

Then, classes became harder, you’d both start to develop new friends, new routines. The text became less frequent, now lagging to every few days, FaceTime sessions were now non-existent and your daily calls now became monthly, never lasting more than half an hour. You hated how you two were growing apart, and it hurt to see that Miguel didn’t seem to care. You didn’t have to see him in person to notice his new friend group was starting to change his personality. He was starting to seem more stoic, dry, it almost seemed like he was constantly agitated or something of the sort when you finally would get a hold of him. Still… despite the gradual change he seemed to be going through you still had hope that deep down he was still the same old Miguel you had grown to love and cherish. And that spark of hope only grew when you heard the faint buzz of your phone from the foot of your bed, quickly grabbing it to read a new message.

Text me when you get in tomorrow.

—

This was not what you had in mind.

Somehow Miguel had convinced you to go to some random bar that didn’t ID with him and his college buddies. “I’ll be fun” he said, “you’ll love them” he said. Now here you were forced to listen to some snobby trust fund kid bitch and moan about how he had to inherit his father’s company and blah blah blah. You weren’t even paying attention anyways, his words were going into one ear and flying out the other, opting to sip on your mixed drink to help keep you from banging your head into the bar counter. Tonight had simply e been the worst. Not to mention Miguel had been acting… different.

Maybe he just wasn’t good with distance, but it still struck you as odd how the second you were both finally in close proximity it was almost as if nothing had happened, like your friendship with each other wasnt badly strained for weeks on end. It didn’t stop there though, no no no. Because now that you were with him in front of his new friends and all dolled up he had been more… touchy, and not in a way he had been before.

A hand on your thigh, an arm around your waist, a finger idly twisting and twirling your hair. It was so… intimate… like he wanted them to think there was something there that was more than just a childhood friend. You couldn’t say that you hated it, it was just unexpected.

“Hey… let’s get out of here?” Miguel’s whisper snapped you out from your thoughts. The way his voice murmured lowly against your shoulder as he all but rubbed against it like a cat making your cheeks flare up and a shiver ran down your back. Quickly ignoring the feeling of the spike in your heart rate and the wetness growing in your panties, nodding as you go to stand up, not wanting to be in the over cramped bar any longer and just waiting to head back to Miguel’s place since you were staying there for a week. Feeling like your knees were going to give out from underneath you when he slid his large hand from between your shoulder blades and upwards to squeeze your right shoulder.

Not sure if your hazy mind was from the alcohol or from his actions anymore. Not sure if things would go back to how they were before you’d left when he went to leave sloppy wet kisses on your neck as soon as his apartment door was closed and locked. Not sure if you could look at him the same way after he made you see stars from the comfort of his sheets. Still you couldn’t stop. It felt too good, he felt too good.

“Fuck- felt so fucking good…” He hissed as he pulled out from between your legs, taking a moment to let himself to catch his breath before rolling the condom off and tossing it in the trash can. You didn’t respond, still out of it from the aftermath of experiencing nirvana in the form of drunk sex. Letting out a sigh as you turned to your side and closed your eyes as drowsiness starts to seep into your bones. Feeling the other side of the bed dip before a strong arm came around to hug your waist.

“…Miguel?”

“Yeah?”

“This… was a one time thing right?”

A pause, a heavy sigh before you felt his soft lips kiss the nape of your neck.

“… of course.”

—

A flash of light shined through the darkness of your studio apartment. You didn’t even need to check the notification screen in order to know who it was. Only one person would text you at two in the morning.

Come over?

If you told your high school self that the only time you ever saw Miguel was in the deeps of night while you were tangled in his sheets, she would have thought you were lying. The most fucked up part was that it was starting to affect you mentally, how your best friend had turned into a booty call because of one night from a drunk fuck seven years ago, it was painfully obvious you’d never get to the point where you’d be able to go back to the way you both once were. You couldn’t help but cling to the last broken bits he was willing to give you though. So every time he calls or texts you at random hours of the night since you’ve moved back to Nueva York, you’d show up at his doorstep like you are now.

“I know it’s late, I'm sorry, these Master exams are kicking my ass.” He apologized while letting you in after a few seconds. Closing and locking the front door before gently pushing you against it, his lips already finding their usual spot against the crook of your neck. Calloused hands began to slip underneath the baggy material of your hoodie, his large fingers gently grazing the exposed skin, you’ve learned to stop wearing shirts to these sessions a long time ago. “Need to blow off some steam…”

“Miguel…”The way you’d breathe out his name always made him feel like he had died and gone to heaven, your hands wandering upwards against the black fabric of his tank top. His lips separated from the blossoming red and purple mark they left in their wake so he can pull your jacket off before stripping off his own shirt. Your arms quickly wrap around his neck, any guilt that had been lingering in your mind quickly melted away when his hands ran down to your hips underneath your waistband, thumb fidgeting with the thin fabric of your panties. “Need you-“

“Need you too Cariño.” He muttered before going to place a gentle peck against the edge of your lips, you couldn’t help but let out a small whimper at the movement. You’ve noticed he never kisses you directly on your lips, always on the edge, on your neck or cheek. You would have felt your heart ache if the feeling of your core throbbing when his hand dragged your bottoms down to squeeze your ass wasn’t more overwhelming, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist.

Half of the time you two didn’t even make it to the bedroom, finding a spot on the hallway wall or against the kitchen counter. This was one of those times, he stumbled over to the couch, too distracted on leaving hickies all over your chest and dipping his fingers into your wet cunt. You let out a gasp when you landed on the brown leather rather harshly, making the couch move a few inches from its original spot due to the weight of both of your bodies hastily climbing on top of it. He made quick work to strip the rest of your clothes from both of your bodies once he made sure you hadn’t accidentally hit your head. Quickly slipping a condom before lining himself up.

“Fuuuuck-fuck…” He groaned, as he pushed the tip of his cock between your folds. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream from the deliciously painful stretch that he always provides. Giving you a second to adjust to his length and girth before pulling out and slamming his hips against yours, each thrust making your silent whimpers and whines turn into pornographic moans and incoherent babblings. “Love filling you up. You love this cock don’t you?” He taunts, it was so cruel the way the words fell from his mouth but you loved it nonetheless. Nodding rapidly as you gushed around him for the first time tonight.

“Nah uh… need to heard you say it. Use your words.” He smirks, enjoying the plop plop sound that started to quietly reverberate off the walls of his living room. Glancing down momentarily to watch a thin layer of cum that was forming a ring around the base of his cock. “Tell me how much you love it.” He urged.

“Fuck-fuck… love it so much.” You moaned, overstimulated from your orgasm, squirming underneath him just the way he liked. He couldn’t help the way his ego swells at the way you feel apart for him.

“Don’t know what I’d do without you.” He cooed as he propped your leg over his shoulder to get a better angle, his sweet words always messed with your foggy mind. “Such a sweet little thing, all for me.”

“Don’t-don’t say that Mig.” You whined, head turning to the side, as your hand dropped from his chest to drop off the couch. His right hand quickly leaves your hip and runs up to your neck, keeping his grip light as he props your head back to face him with his index finger.

“Aww poor baby, can’t handle when I talk all sweet to her, huh?” He let out an airy half chuckle. Despite the honey-like toned he’d use, the underlying taunt was always present. “Let me make it up to you baby.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he thrust deeper into your core, making your hips subconsciously jump up to meet his.

“Mig-Miguel, I’m so-so close.” You whimpered and whined, clenching around his length, his hips stuttering slightly as you felt the heat building in your lower belly start to grow with each thrust.

“Cum with me baby… Cum all over this cock.” He groaned.

“Fuck-Fuck.” With one final thrust, you finally came undone around him, his name falling from your lips over and over like a mantra. Miguel followed suit, stopping his thrust while fully inside your cunt, letting out a deep groan as he came.

“Shit… You okay?” He asked once he was able to collect himself enough, climbing off top of you before rolling the used condom off his softing member, picking up his forgotten boxers and placing them back on.

“Mhm…” You nodded, trying to stabilize yourself on shaky arms and legs. Miguel seemed to have noticed, picking up your clothes from the floor and making his way over to hand them to you.

“Let me get you some water.” He said before retreating to his kitchen. The only sound in the air now was the faint noises of him rustling around his cabinets, and the quiet shuffling of clothes. Hating the feeling of putting your legging and hoodie back on due to the thin layer of sweat still on your skin. Once you were decent enough Miguel came back with a glass of water and handed it to you. Mumbling a “thank you” before taking a sip. Miguel cleared his throat as he sat down on the other edge of the couch, eyes cast down, hands rubbing anxiously together, finally deciding to break the steadily growing awkward silence. “Look, (Y/N), I wanted to talk to you about something… something kinda important.”

You raised a brow, noticing the sudden change in his behavior, taking another quick sip before placing the half empty glass on his coffee table. “What’s up?”

He released a heavy sigh as he brought a hand up to scratch the back of his neck, still not making eye contact as he continued. “I’m not sure how to say this, so I’ll just put it out there…” He finally brought his gaze up to meet yours, “We need to stop seeing each other.”

Huh?

“I’m sorry what?” The words came out of your mouth before you could stop, your face quickly filling up with confusion and a bit of disbelief as you stood up. Miguel follows your actions as he puts his hands up in defense, but you continue before he could try explaining. “You can’t just fuck me on your couch then tell me afterwards we need to stop. You know how much of an asshole you sound?”

“I know, I know it makes me sound like an asshole.” He tried to reason with you, going to finally put on his shorts and tank top that were still on the floor. Not feeling like being half-naked during this conversation. “Look, there’s this girl I’ve been seeing and it’s getting pretty serious-“

“A girl you’ve been seeing?” You repeated in disbelief. “You can’t be for real.”

“Well, we never agreed to be exclusive. It’s not like we were going to start dating or anything.”

Ouch.

You had to turn away so they didn’t see the tears building in the corner of your eyes, but even with your face hidden your body language gave you away.

“I know we weren’t exclusive but fuck Miguel.” You shake your head, going to make your way to the door. “I’ve known you since we were five and you’re just gonna throw me away like some old toy?!”

“Hey-no. That’s not-that’s not what I mean, you know that.” He takes a step forward, grabbing your arm before you could get too far. “We can’t sleep together anymore, but we can still be friends.” You couldn’t help the scoff that left your lips, finally gathering yourself enough to pull your arm away and face him again, not caring if he saw the tears cascading down your cheeks. He’s made you cry one too many times, it’s about time he saw what he did to you. “We can still be friends! You’re still my best friend (Y/N)!” He couldn’t help but let his voice come out in more of a panic, a bit more rushed. You quickly shook your head.

“No. No, we aren’t best friends anymore Miguel, we haven’t been in a long, long time. I know that, you know that. So don’t pretend like we are just because your afraid of losing your emotional support fuck buddy.” You finally head toward the door and towards your car in the driveway, not turning to face him as you hear him call your name. “Don’t call me, don’t text me. If you're as serious about this girl as you say you are, you’d do the right thing and block me. Because I’m so tired of waiting around and pretending like one day you’ll wake up and realize I’m in love with you.”

You froze once the words came out, hand still on the car door handle as you came to the realization you finally admitted the secret you’ve been holding for the past ten years. Your free hand going to cover your mouth as you finally turn to look at Miguel, the look of shock from the confession was evident. You shook your head as you attempted to back track.

“Wait, Miguel I didn’t mean to tell you that-it just happened-“

“… You should leave.” His voice suddenly became stoic, his face hardening so it was hard to read his emotions. “This is just helping my case. Leave.” The tears flowed harder down your face as he slammed the front door shut. Leaving you to sob into the emptiness of the night as you finally let all the pain from the last seven years catch up to you.

You weren’t surprised to see your text bubbles turn green the next morning.

—

“I really think this one is it.”

“Me too!”

“He’ll love you in that dress.”

“Aww I can already see the waterworks.”

All you could do was smile, your hands repeatedly smooth non-existent wrinkles as you looked at yourself in the mirror, you looked like a real life princess. After what felt like hours you finally found the wedding dress. You couldn’t be happier.

“Alright Miss future Osborn.” Your maid of honor squealed, finally getting your attention, “You need to get out of that dress, you need to meet up Harry to look over the venue.”

You sighed, as you turned back to admire the white wedding dress one more time. “You’re right, I don’t wanna keep him waiting just cause I can’t stop staring at myself.” You giggled, before heaving to the back.

You and Harry have been dating for four years now, and he had proposed last month during your anniversary. You couldn’t be happier, he treats you like a queen, better than any other Man you’ve ever been in romantic contact with.

Once you had finally finished changing out of your regular clothes, you grabbed your phone out of your purse. Sending a quick text telling him that you found a dress, before doing a quick check on insta, wanting to look at the engagement pictures you posted on your page last week. But the soft smile on your face quickly dropped, like your heart did to your stomach when you checked your activity page.

Miguel.Ohara.99 and 4 others liked your post.

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Fuck.

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[or0ch1maru]

Who in the akatsuki would have a daddy/mommy kink?

Who would be turned off by it?

Who wouldn't mind it but likes it because you enjoy it?

who would absolutely go feral the minute you address them by that?

Hiiiii bby ^.^ this definitely got me thinkin’ let’s get into it🫶🏻

-for starters, I don’t think any of them would be turned off by it, some would just be curious about it, not really understanding the concept behind it

18+, minors, and ageless blogs DNI. Mommy/daddy kinks, short blurbs about rough sex or sexual situations. Konan is wlw so mentions of straps/tribbing. Uses they/them for orochimaru

-Hidan would have you bent over the nearest surface the second the word fell past your lips. Even if that means having your face mushed into the grass mid mission. He’d also be very vocal about it. “Who’s daddy’s slut hm? Or “be daddy’s good girl and ride my cock.”

-Kakuzu would be just like Hidan but less vocal about it. He’d give you a knowing glance at first, taking in the way your soft lips parted as you said the word before pushing your knees to your chest. Thrusting into you at a cruel pace. You may get a “didn’t know daddy’s girl was so dirty”

-Konan I personally believe wouldn’t mind being called either(I don’t see her using the names on anyone though) it just depends on her mood. If she’s feeling softer and just wants your legs to be intertwined as your cunts grind against each other she’d love nothing more than to hear mommy fall from your lips in a chant. “Aww, you’re being so good for mommy.” Now, if she’s stressed and needs to fuck her frustrations out, she’d have your face pressed against the mattress in prone bone “speak up angel, daddy can’t hear you”

-Obito’s possession kink and obsession over you would just double, no, triple if you called him daddy. He’d make sure to fuck a baby into you that same night, even if that means round after round. Your cunt taking all that he’s giving you. Uchiha’s love the hardest, and I sense they show that best through physical touch and sex. So don’t be surprised by your third orgasm of the night your lovers mouth whispering “you’re taking daddy’s cock so well, so stretched ‘n full. You’re makin’ daddy feel so good baby” into your ear.

-just like Obito, Itachi would go a little crazy. He wouldn’t be rough about it, no. Our sweet boy would have you spread out before him, your hands pulling and tugging on his hair as he licks and laps at your cunt. Sucking on your clit as two of his fingers pump in and out of you, curling right where you need him too. “Louder baby, let daddy know how good he’s making you feel. Good girl.”

-Kisame would be similar to Hidan and Itachi. Yes he has moments where he’s rough, forcing both cocks into your tight hole, your nails digging into any skin or muscle you can grab onto. He’d start off rough, leaving bite marks and hickeys all over your neck and collar bones but when that specific word reaches his ears. He slows. “Hm? Daddy huh?” He reply’s cooly, hitting you with that smug smirk you love so much. “Let’s see how much daddy’s girl can take.”

-and lastly Juzo. I can see him being cruel with it, of course he has his soft side but when Juzo has sex, he fucks and fucks hard. You’d think he hates you when he rearranges your guts. “Daddy’s got such a whore, never knew she was so fuckin’ filthy.” He taunts, leaning forward, planting a rough bite into your neck as he takes you from behind. “That’s it, just like that girl. Daddy fuckin’ loves you.”

-deidara and Sasori would be on the curious side. I feel that our explosive blonde would definitely try it out and it comes naturally to him. If it wasn’t for you, he never would have discovered this kink. “Daddy’s got such a pretty little slut hmph. Gorgeous girl.” As for Sasori, he still can’t fully grasp it. I believe he’d only use it when he’s had a bad day and needs to get his anger out, using his favorite toy. You. Like Juzo, I feel like he’d be cruel about it and only uses it when he feels like it. “Daddy’s trained you better than this, take it. To the hilt, atta girl.” He groans as he forces himself down your throat.

-orochimaru is highly experienced, just like the zombie combo. They have tried out many kinks, toys, the whole works. They’ve heard of the daddy kink but never saw themself being the one to participate. Orochimaru doesn’t discriminate. So the day you ask to try it out, they don’t say no. In fact, Maru, encourages you. Goes a bit rougher than usual. Their three fingers in, stretching your hole to be able to take them. Making room for their tongue. “So stretched, can’t wait to feel my tongue stretch you lovie. Need you to cum on daddy’s tongue. Know you can do it.”

-Zetsu is a mix. White Zetsu would think it’s unusual, “humans and their weird names” is probably the first thing he’d think of but it wouldn’t be until black Zetsu uses it during sex that white Zetsu truly enjoys it. At least realizing he enjoys it. Seeing his princess’ fucked out expression as both cocks fill your little holes. Eyes glossed over and pink flushed cheeks that white Zetsu says “fuck princess, gonna’ make a mess outta daddy. Look at you.”

Extra:

Zabuza has you in doggy, this session already being rough, messy, and sloppy. Shoving your legs farther apart, deepening your arch. Only to lose his resolve when that one words slips outta you. His pace quickens, pulling you up onto all fours, one hand wrapping around your throat while the other slides two fingers into your mouth. Drool covering his entire hand with how sloppy you both are. “Fuckin’ brat, you just love pissin’ daddy off don’t you? Gotta fuck the attitude outta you.”

[mxlissaliss]

hihi! this is one of my first times submitting an ask😓

for RoR, could you do a Honkai Impact 3rd Elysia reader? Like, loves humanity, friendly, sweet, flirty, etcetc. Also rather mysterious and keeps to herself at times! If you could include Buddha and/or Anubis it would be great! 🫶

thank youu<3

Omg hiiiii, this is the first time someone has sent me an ask so I'm feeling quite flattered, haha. I don't know much about Honkai (though I kinda wanna get into it) so I appreciate the descriptions a lot! I still looked up the character and she's so pretty lawd, I definitely had to mention her appearance 😭😭

Hope you like it, heh (I'm gonna call you “🌸~Anon” from now on, if you ever submit an ask again)

RoR x Elysia!reader

- There were many things about you that made you stand out wherever you went: your long, silky, pink hair that never seemed to be tangled, your cape that flowed so gracefully with every step, and your light blue eyes that looked so full of life and fun.

- That, and the fact that you seemed to come from an entirely different universe, honestly.

- Aside from your physical appearance, your constant displays of love towards humanity caught the attention of the Gods around you.

- The way you were always so gentle and nice with the mortals while still being elegant and dainty made you quite the catch instantly. Even though only a few knew about your origins — mainly because of your mysterious nature —, you always presented yourself as kind and cheerful. Not to mention that you rarely ever spoke badly about anyone.

- Many like Kojiro, Adam and Jack enjoyed your company a lot. Even though they could easily defend themselves against anything, your protective nature, teamed up with your strength, wit and conveniently social nature turned you into their chosen protector.

- However, you were a being so different from them that you soon became Nikola Tesla's favorite person (subject). He could never get any kind of personal information out of you, other than the basics, but he did not mind, so long as he could get any info about the Meta-Morph Activators and surgery that you once mentioned. How interesting.

- Qin Shi Huang and Raiden loved to play-flirt with you, because you would always return the compliments despite the lightheartedness in your tone. And so on with the rest.

- Your relationship with the humans was one full of love, respect and care. You loved the mortals you now sought to care for, and it was a mutual feeling.

- Now… Judging from a fair distance your treatment toward the humans, Buddha was the first god to approach you without seemingly suspicious intentions. He shared a lot of your love regarding the mortals you had come to become friends with, which made you two quite close rather quickly.

- One thing that picked his interest was the difference between the Valkyries you knew and the ones he and the Einherjar knew. So, you guys did not have a Brunnhilde? Crazy.

- He loved to hear everything about your stories, activity that often led you to try and dodge a few personal questions in order to keep your own secrets hidden.

- You never mentioned anything too personal or close to home, and while you feared that it'd push him away, Buddha could not care less about it, so long as your true self remained this sweet, kind and cheerful girl that he adored.

- Speaking of gods, it was one night when you were making your way back home, after a particularly long day with the Einherjar, that you caught a certain pair of very intense eyes staring at you from behind a tree.

- At first, you didn’t mind much since whoever was “hiding” remained in their spot, but as soon as you started to walk away, this stranger lunged from his rabbit hole and made his way to you in a frighteningly fast manner.

- Much to your surprise, it was Anubis from the Egyptian Pantheon. You knew about him, as he was quite the character, apparently.

- Nevertheless, you did not expect this guy to be so… Sweet! He was so curious about everything concerning you. Sometimes it felt like he had way too much more energy than what you could bear, but it was easy to warm up to him.

- Similar to your relationship with Buddha, most of the private facts came from the Egyptian God of the Afterlife and Funerary Rituals himself, as you were quite reserved and chose not to open up that much. But he was just so easy to get close to, it honestly made you feel comfortable without creating any barriers or distance regarding the lack of mutual oversharing.

- Though, it was almost impossible to avoid his questions at times…

“Why are your ears so pointy?” Anubis asked with sparkling eyes, making ungodly efforts not to touch your ears as his nail tapped against the gem on your hair clip.

- You simply laughed, pointing at them before saying that it would be a story for another day. You were not going to explain the entire MANTIS ordeal just yet. Perhaps you would never mention it at all. Still, there were some loose concepts every so often that entertained him enough.

- Moth Fire? The Thirteen Flame-Chasers? He could barely connect the dots but gladly sat down for hours on end to keep asking stuff about your past. It made you happy.

- In the end, you became friends with most of the pantheons and mortals easily without revealing much about yourself. There was this unexplainable charm about you that drew them all to you like a moth to a flame, but as long as they respected you and your boundaries, you'd shower them with gentle affections and kindness, as well as protection.

- Except for those gods out there that clearly held some contempt against humanity. May those around help any deity that dared to disrespect a human in your presence.

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Hiiiii ✨

I know that you have an inclination to write +18 stuff, however I was wondering since is Pride Month, what about an Ace reader

If you wonder, yes I was the one asking to make the “Man with a plan” reader Ace, because her behavior relates to behavior people in the asexual spectrum have, and it was nice to feel validated, needless to say, the rude behavior some other readers have to the ask can be categorized as Aphobic, extremely rude and to an extent disrespectful.

U know, the representation about asexuality spectrum is minuscule, often is wrongly portrayed, and mostly pair with Aromanticism as well, plus is the only sexuality that till today, is still considered a mental disorder

Ace people comes in all shapes and forms, and we often are very open people when we speak about sex and sexuality in general, YES do we feel uncomfortable but is a byproduct of the lack of information that exist about Aces.

Ace people represent between the 1-5% of the queer labels, there’s studies that show many people don’t come forward with asexuality, until late into their relationships due to social constructs that being sexually attracted and sex is a biological need, also 1% of that 5% of Ace people falls under the ASD.

Asexuality, as I had mentioned is a spectrum, an umbrella term that includes other sub sexualities such as Demisexuals, and people who is sex positive/negative….

I do understand and respect you as an author, and understand you have the right to make the characters hyper sexual beings if you want, however I will not under any circumstances withhold the bluntly disrespect to the Aro/Ace community.

I do love your writing and I hope to be able to read more of your works in the future 🩷

Hi sweets!

First of all, happy pride month! And thank you so much for showing up as you are 🫶

Also, thank you so much for this info! I have to admit I’m quite ignorant on the topic, so this was very educational!

I also want to confirm that your concern of aphobia isn’t coming from me? I remember seeing and considering your ask but I didn’t actually respond to it, so I don’t think the negative comments you’re talking about are from my blog

I have a plan and idea for the way I want amwap to go and who I want the character to be, however sex and sexuality is not going to be explored at all in it

I’d love to know more about the spectrum of asexuality and even aromanticism for personal reasons!

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Hi El!!! It’s Me! Hi! Your Anonymous Swiftie!! 🫶🏻

I hope your having a good day!! I can’t wait to talk more to you!! So simple questions first!! What if your favorite Taylor song from each era! Overall which is your favorite era and song!

Hiiiii secret swiftie!!! That’s a hard one but let me try!

Debut: Cold As You or Mary’s Song

Fearless: The Other Side Of The Door

Speak Now: Timeless

Red: Treacherous

1989: Is It Over Now?

Reputation: Ready For It…?

Lover: Cruel Summer

Folklore: My Tears Ricochet

Evermore: Tis The Damn Season (this changes on a regular basis)

Midnights: The Great War

My favorite era was reputation! It’s a shame they didn’t have merch in my size back then bc the rep era merch ATE. My favorite overall song though is probably Timeless or The Great War!!

[honey-boyyoongi]

Reader x Yoongi | Part 59//??

Word count ➪ 2.4K

Summary ➪ Min Yoongi, is a simple man. He likes his coffee black and iced, he enjoys his job, and he loves his baby girl. But what happens when the new neighbor, quite literally, drops into his life?

Warnings ➪ any typos are mine; angst lol; TRIGGER WARNING; messed up parent-child dynamic; physical assault; gaslighting; manipulation; hella mommy issues; please do not read this if you don't feel comfortable; if your name is crossed out it’s because I couldn’t tag you;

A/n: Hiiiii~~~~ I promised at the end of august.. but life happened, and really I’m tired of being gods strongest soldier. Anywho, the long awaited confrontation. Please do not read this chapter if you are sensitive to any of the tags. I will write a recap on the next chapter posted. As always feedback is appreciated and if you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know 🫶🏻

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“Are you sure about this,” Jin asked. They had just pulled up the front of the Min family home, ten minutes before their agreed meeting time. 

Yoongi solemnly nodded, “I don’t want to, but I have to.”

Jin thought back to their talk the night before, he had told Yoongi that legally Minji had no leg to stand on. She’d signed away her rights, never reached out for contact, or had given any form of support. Yoongi couldn’t be rationalized with, but what parent could in his situation. When Yoongi asked Seokjin to accompany him, he didn’t hesitate to agree. He knew Mrs. Min would try to monopolize the conversation; he wanted Yoongi to know someone was on his side. Jin knew he’d have to stay quiet most of the conversation. Mrs. Min would probably refuse to speak further with Yoongi, if he interfered too much. 

Earlier that morning he wondered, how did we get here? When did the focus change from the wellness of Haneul to Yoongi’s life? At what moment would Yoongi’s mother think, enough is enough?  Seokjin watched as his oldest friend collected himself; there was a three month difference in their age, but Yoongi looked older than he was. His eyes were sunken from lack of sleep, his under-eyes were dark, his lips were chapped and he could tell Yoongi was picking at the dry skin. Jin had forced Yoongi into the shower early that morning, helping him wash the grime out of his hair while Bee entertained Jinwoo and Haneul. Worry lines decorated his features heavily, showing off the harsh reality Yoongi has lived with. Jin hoped that maybe after today they would dissipate. 

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Yoongi expected to walk into his mother’s home and be lectured to high hell on how he was an incompetent parent. What he had not expected was for Minji to be sitting at the kitchen table, with his mother at her side. Seeing them together confirmed all the ugly feelings he’s had about Minji coming back. He stalled at the entrance of the dining room, despising the ugly feelings swirling inside him. His mother gestured for him and Jin to sit. Yoongi sat across from his mother, wanting to stay as far as he could from Mingi who refused to acknowledge them. Jin was kind enough to take the seat next to Minji, blocking her from directly seeing him. 

“Well,” his mother mumbled, “Thank you for coming, Yoongi. Though this is a family matter, I’m not sure why Seokjin is here.” 

Yoongi could feel Jin twitch beside him, his mother was never one to verbalize her dislike of his friends, not to their face at least. He reached over, grabbing his brother’s hand to give him the courage he’d been lacking. “He’s here because I asked him to,” he responded. “Is that a problem?”

Yoongi could see the slight crease on his mother’s brow, of course it’s an issue, she doesn’t want Seokjin witnessing her guilt trip him into submission. “I did say it was a family matter. Seokjin”, his mother said, “You’ll have to pardon my son, this a private matter between us, but you are more than welcome to wait for Yoongi outside.” 

Yoongi tightened his grip on Jin’s hand, “He’s staying.”

His mother, clearly irritated, grumbled, “Fine, let the whole world know about your problems then.”

Minji sat still next to his mother, completely silent. She looked exhausted, nothing like the stubborn woman who had spent the last few days turning his life on its head. She refused to make eye contact with himself or Jin, choosing the very bland dinner table to focus on. It upset him, even now she hid from the consequences of her actions. This is what he wanted to avoid, Hani didn’t need someone with such a lack of self awareness. 

“Why am I here,” Yoongi asked, “And why is Minji here?”

Minji stiffened next to his mother, watching as she leaned closer into her space. “We are here, because Minji wants to meet her daughter,” his mother answered. “It is her right as the mother of my granddaughter. So, you will bring Haneul here and she will spend the day with Minji.”

Yoongi’s heart stopped, “What?”

“You will bring Hani here so she can spend time with Minji, it’s her right as her mother. Goodness, Yoongi, weren’t you listening,” his mother scoffed. 

“No..”

“No?”

“No,” he repeated, Yoongi could feel Jin give him reassuring squeezes, he was on his side. “Minji doesn’t have any rights, so she will not meet her.”

Minji’s gaze grows distant, while his mother’s focuses, “As her mother it is her right. For goodness sake Yoongi, she carried and birthed that girl.”

Yoongi loudly scoffed, “She signed away her rights before Hani was even born. While she was the one to carry and birth my daughter, she has not raised her. It’s been me this whole time, mom. Where was she when we were discharged?”

His mother’s silence egged him on, “I was on my way home, and she was on her way to the airport. Where was she when Hani was colic, and we were both without sleep? Not there. Haneul’s first shots, her doctors’ appointments, Hani’s first fever? She missed her first steps, and her first words. And during all of that, Minji did not contact me until a few days ago.”

“That doesn’t matter right now,” his mother responded, “What matters is that Minji wants to be here now, she needed to get better back then.” 

Yoongi stared at his mother in astonishment, “It doesn’t matter. IT DOESN’T MATTER!”

“Lower your voice, Yoongi, immediately,” his mother chided. 

“You’ve repeatedly gotten upset with me over what I do with Hani. You don’t like who takes care of her, you don’t like how I dress her, you don’t like her preschool teacher,” Yoongi said. “You don’t like anything, mom, but you know what, at least I was there.”

“You never listened to me, of course I was worried. But no, you always have to do the opposite of what I tell you,” his mother sneered. “It’s different for Minji, as a mother she should be given more grace. Her entire being changed in less than a year, have some empathy.”

Seokjin exclaimed, “Ha!”

Mrs. Min turned her focus to him, “Is something amusing you Seokjin? Does anything of this appear as a joke to you?”

“Yes, actually,” Jin responded, “How come your own son isn’t getting any amount of leniency? Minji left-”

“This is not something you should be getting involved with Seokjin,” his mother interrupted. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“I wouldn’t understand,” Jin taunted, “I saw how much he struggled that first year being a father. I stayed up with him when my son and Haneul were teething. Jungkook and I forced him to rest after weeks of working overtime. He slept for a full day. I’ve prepared meals for him because I know he has a hard time eating during work. Hani spends so much time with my son and I, to the point that the children have to see each other daily. We’re not blood, but we’ve been there for her more than Minji has.” 

“You said it yourself, you’re not blood,” Mrs. Min retaliated. “Haneul is Minji’s daughter, therefore she matters more.”

Yoongi scrutinized his mother, “Don’t say that! Seokjin and Jungkook have always been there for me. I’d trust them with my daughter any day, because they love her. Haneul trusts them as well, which isn’t something I can say about Minji.”

“Because you haven’t given her the opportunity to prove herself,” his mother retorted. “How is Hani going to know her mother? Minji should be prioritized.”

Yoongi, and Seokjin gawked at Mrs. Min, how could she say this? “Why,” he questioned. He slumped in his seat, completely baffled at his mother’s boldness. “Mom, she didn’t want her, from the beginning. I respected her choice, we talked and we agreed that I would keep Hani. Minji signed away her rights six months into her pregnancy. She never even held her. So, why should she be prioritized when she never prioritized Haneul?”

“Minji was sick. Yoongi, please, stop being selfish. Bring Haneul, and that is final,” his mother angrily responded. She was becoming disheveled, fidgeting in her chair, and tapping her nails on the kitchen table. Why was this such an issue to his mom, but not to Minji? She had yet to speak up, hiding behind his mother’s temerity. 

Yoongi turned towards Minji, ready to unload what he’s been holding back, “Are you going to continue hiding behind my mother? You’re not exactly selling the ‘longing birth mom’. I need to hear it from you, Minji. How have you changed? Have you gotten the help you needed? What were you thinking in regards to visiting?”

His mother sighed angrily, “Minji has changed, Yoongi, she’s also gotten help. As for the visits, they will happen in my home. Haneul will spend time with us, and Minji, which will be good for her.”

“Shouldn’t Minji be the one to respond,” Seokjin asserted. “She hasn’t told us once what she wants.”

Mrs. Min turned to Minji, gesturing towards her, “Go on.” Minji kept her gaze down, mumbling her response so low, not even Yoongi’s mother could comprehend her. 

“Speak up, Minji,” Jin remarked, “And clearly, as well.”

Minji tensed, clearly wanting to avoid speaking up, “I want to see her. I want to meet her.”

Yoongi grew frustrated, “You want. Want, want, want. Why do you only say want? She’s not a thing, Min, she’s a little human that is aware of what is happening around her. What am I supposed to tell her about you? She's still little, so she doesn’t know the truth. If you can’t commit to getting to know her, and staying in her life, then you cannot meet her. I can give you copies of a couple of her baby pictures, but that’s it. So, what are you going to do?”

“I,,I,,” Minji stuttered, “I’m sorry, I don’t know. I just want to meet her. Like your mother said, "I gave birth to the baby, I deserve to see her.”

Yoongi was further annoyed, “I’m not letting a stranger be alone with my dau-”

“Hani is not just your daughter,” his mother said, cutting him off. 

“Hani is only my daughter,” Yoongi responded with conviction. “How many times do I have to repeat that? She never did any of the parenting. For fu..-goodness sake, mom, she hadn’t reached out before. I waited as long as I could, it wasn’t fair to Hani for me to wait for her, when Minji was the one that decided to leave.”

Mrs. Min’s brow scrunched in exasperation, “How many times do I have to say that she was sick, Yoongi. I am tired of this conversation. Haneul deserves to have both parents in her life, just like any other child. She will meet Minji, end of discussion.” 

Yoongi rose from his seat, “Why are you doing this? I’m your son, mom, you should be supporting me and loving me, but all you’ve been doing is hurting me. I haven’t slept properly in days, because of all this.” He sighed heavily, holding back the need to scream out. “Hani,” his voice cracked, “I have refused to allow Hani out of my sight, because I don’t know if you’re going to do the same thing to me like aunty Chae did to Yoona. I don’t know if you’ll try to take my kid away from me when I’ve done nothing wrong.”

His mother was visibly furious, she almost looked insulted that Yoongi was questioning her. “Do you know how hard I worked for you to have a stable home? I gave you everything I didn’t have Min Yoongi, and I will not watch you destroy what I have built.” She looked over at Minji, her eyes softening. “She deserves a family. My desire to give her a family should not be questioned. It’s what’s best for her.”

Yoongi stared at his mother in disbelief. He looked over to Minji, who was avoiding making eye contact with him, and had yet to speak to him directly. Hell, she wasn’t even the one that arranged this, his mother was the one to reach out. “Are you doing this because of her,” he accused. 

His mother glared at him, “Excuse me?”

“Are you doing this because of her,” he repeated. “Are you doing this because of Minji? Mom, how much more can I show you that I love my daughter? I take care of her, I give her all the love and support she needs. And she has adults in her life that love her and care for her. She’s never gone hungry, or cold. I’ve been the one that stayed up with Haneul since she was a newborn. I was the one who’s taken off of work to care for my sick daughter. I’ve been the one that’s been there the whole time, not her. How can you sit there and support her when she hasn’t done a thing to show she’s able to handle the responsibility? You’ve said so yourself, being a parent is a responsibility and it should not be taken lightly.” He couldn’t believe it, did his mom really not see anything wrong? “Why,” he croaked, “Why are you favoring her, when she hasn’t been here mama? Did she ask you to be on her side? Have I really done so bad as a parent that you’d rather give my daughter to someone who’s never wanted her from the beginning.”

The sound of skin hitting skin rang explicitly through the small kitchen. Yoongi could feel himself leave his body. He watched as Jin sprung out of his chair, and immediately pulled him back. His old friend guided him into the car. He watched as his mother gazed at him in numb detachment. Minji was sobbing in her chair, overwhelmed at how quickly things shifted. Yoongi could feel throbbing pain, but he couldn’t pinpoint what ached more, his heart or his cheek. 

Seokjin drove them home in silence. He came close at every yellow light, and as far as he knew, texted only once at a red light. Yoongi doesn’t remember much past Jungkook meeting them in the parking garage. He doesn’t know how he ends up with an alarming amount of bottles, at six a.m. His eyes ache, and his stomach is swirling unhappily with the contents from the night before. He lays face up on his living carpet, Jin on his left, wrapped in Hani’s favorite blanket. While Jungkook was at his right, using his kitchen towel as a pillow and a jacket as a blanket. The aches have lessened, but the feeling of emptiness still stands.

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hi <3 it’s me HAHSBAH i seriously am in awe with how you write your fics!!! they’re so intense (in a good way) like everything is so???? mesmerising hahaha it’s a talent!!!

Tumblr not notifying me with the first chapter doesn’t stop me from consuming your work 😎 seriously speaking tho, I LOVE YOU AND YOUR UPDATE 🥹🫶 I’m on the edge of my seat by the time i finished reading the end of the first chapter hehe. Also ten and kun being teachers was so good, it didn’t occur to me that they already knew mc before THATS WHY IM SO HOOKED THERES SO MANY REVELATIONS TO UNFOLD AAAHHHHH anyways congrats on buying your dream house btw! desurv so much 🫶 if only i can donate on your kofi acc but for some reason it wont let me????

Hiiiii bebe! I'm so glad you saw the update. I really don't know what's up with Tumblr even if you are already in the taglist 😤 as usual, thank you so much for the support. I had worries that the first chapter would be so confusing since there will be tons of flashbacks so I'm relieved that you were able to appreciate still. Yes, there will be a LOT that will unfold though and more character backgrounds will be explored. From Cypher era, we're now at Rosewood era ganoin!💅

Thank you also for the congratulations. I am a legit tita homeowner now. 🥲 i don't know what's up with Ko-Fi when it can be used by thoae with debit or paypal acounts, but still thank you for trying to donate. ♥️♥️♥️😘