Heâs sassy so ofc heâs gunna piss you off by calling you âmaâamâ making you feel old. Normally when you scold him over stupid things he refers to you as that-
âDid you think about how dangerous that is?!â âNo maâam!â âuse your little head before doing something dumb!â âYes maâam!â âok stop with the maâam I feel like a teacher scolding a bad studentâ âwhat you gunna smack me with a ruler?â Rolls eyes âI will if you donât keep quiet!â âWhatever you say! Maâam~â âIâll be back with the ruler.â âWHAT?!â
SasukeđĄïž-*
He uses it nonchalantly or when heâs being goofy. Like everytime he leaves home you always say âbe safe babyâ and he always responds with âyes maâam.â In a serious tone. He knows you worry that one day he may not come back so he must reassure you!
âBe safe Sasuke. I expect you home by 10!â âYes maâam, i will I promise. I must go now! Iâll see you at dinner darlingâ you whisper âitâs cute when you call me thatâ right before he closes the door (he heard it anyways)
Itachiđ„-*
He is such a good boyfriend honestly. Heâs the kind of guy to do little tasks for you when you ask. So normally when your to lazy all you gotta do is ask him to do it instead!
âTachi, can you please get me some more water?â âYes maâam!!!â Very rare times you ask him to do something without him responding with a âyes maâam~â
Kakashiđ-*
His mouth gets himself in trouble, sometimes he says things that could be viewedïżŒïżŒïżŒ a different way without realizing it. For example he once said you remind him of a frog. I donât know how itâs a compliment but he meant it as oneâŠwhich obviously you didnât know
âARE YOU CALLING ME AN UGLY FROG KASHI?!â âN-no maâam! Thatâs not what I mea-â âNO I KNOW WHAT YOU MEANNNN! YOU THINK IM SLIMEY TOADâ you start smiling once you realize how silly this really is âno I swear I meant it in a nice way!!!â âWELL-âŠdid you call me maâam?â âUhmâŠdepends do you not like itâ you chuckle âno I donât mind, itâs cute.â He lets out a sigh of relief âwell I guess Iâll call you that more often?~â
Kibađș-*
Like kakashi his mouth gets him in trouble, exept Kiba does it on purpose to try and get a rise out of you he likes it when your rough ofc that means he just teases as much as possible, but then he tries acting all innocent
Heâs on his knees directly infront of your legs waiting for you to look at him âI know what your doing Kiba. Itâs not gunna workâ he flashes the puppy eyes âwell Iâm not doing anything y/nđ„șâ âso your serious not trying to get a rise out of me?â âNoooo maâamâ you grab his face with your hand rather aggressivelyâis this want you want puppy?â A very quiet âYesâ could be heard from him
Shikamaruđïž-*
He only calls you maâam when you nag him about doing chores or helping you cook, he knows he canât say no but âmaamâ is his only way of back talk
âHey Shika be a dear and take out the trashâ âahhh yes anything for you maâam.â He responded in the most sarcastic voice he could make âwatch that tone babe!â âYeah yeah whatever, such a painâ âIâll show you pain.â A water bottle was soon thrown directly at his head LOL
ShinođȘČ-*
Call me weird but I feel like if he was going to call you something like that he would call you mistress instead but thatâs for another time! When he does call you maâam itâs mostly because he admires your leadership. You guys would be testing battle strategy and when you command him into a certain position you could here his cheerful âyes maâamâ while he runs into position
Nejiđ-*
He only uses it to get out of trouble actually. When he does something he isnât supposed to he tries lying abt what he did
âNeji. Were you in my drawers?â âWhat!!! No maâam that is absurd I would never dig through your shirt drawer!â You look at him with a blank stare âI never said it was my shirt drawer. Time to fess up pretty.â He sighs loudly. âFine yes. But only because I missed your scent!!!â âAwwwwwâŠkinda creepy but cute!!â
Leeđ„-*
Your like his own personal Inspirator. You give him pep talk like every single day and being the energy ball he is he is so hyped to hear about it
âAre you gunna train hard today?â âYes maâam!â âAnd you going to be proud of yourself no matter what?!â âYes maâam!!!!!â âAre you not gunna over work yourself for me?â âYES MAâAM!!!!â
Chojiđ„-*
Again he takes your authority very seriously! So maâam is fitting when your taking charge of every day things. Even if your not trying to be all serious he will always respect your power but he also looks to you for guidance
âHey handsome you said you needed me?â âYes y/n-chan. I figured you could help me with this?â You sigh âthe only way Iâll be of help is if you do what I tell you too, can youâŠdo that?â âYes maâam! Iâm a very good listener!â You giggle âcute now letâs get startedâ
Gaaraâł-*
He has mommy issues and your strong and independent ofc heâs gunna call you names like that and ask for you to take care of him?! You love babying him anyways but itâs always so cute when heâs had a rough day mentally wise and the first thing he does is go to you
âY/n, may we please have some alone timeâŠâ he asked shyly âof course rose, bad mental day?â You open your arms to him âyes maâam. It was hard today.â He comments before hopping in your arms waiting for you to make everything better
KankurođȘ-*
He calls you maâam when your all mad at him for being bratty âbut I was just checking out your new pants!â âYou expect me to believe that you were just looking at my pants and not my ass?â âYes maâamâ kinda like Kiba he wants you to be rough with him ok. Heâs just trying to tease so you do something about it which you donât because your strong, and itâs funner to just calling him a brat and watching him squirm at the insults
Hey Winter, babe, what are your thoughts in Dad! Sukuna? I can't stop wondering what type of dad he would beđ„ș
Aww hey babe đ I love Dad!Sukuna! It always makes me weak to think about him!! đđ
The first part of this post can be read for any version of Sukuna: King of Curses, Trueform, modern!Sukuna. The second part is specifically about modern CEO!Sukuna. My blog and some of the linked stories are 18+. Minors please don't interact.
Dad!Sukuna is this big, intimidating man who becomes so soft for his child. He is terrified the first time he holds his baby in his hands. It's so tiny, so fragile, so helpless. Sukuna isn't the type to make himself vulnerable, but he did so by allowing you in his heart and falling in love with you. And now you gave him a baby! You made something grow out of your shared love, and now he holds his baby, his and your baby, who has your eyes and his hair, and it makes him so scared.
Such a tiny, helpless little being, who is his responsibility, his to shelter and to protect in this big and dangerous world. This is the next level of vulnerability. Sukuna knows he will do anything to protect his child and his wife.
It gives Dad!Sukuna sleepless nights in the beginning. He gets up several times each night to sneak over to the small bed and sit next to it to make sure the little one is still breathing, and everything is alright. His large hand trembles when he caresses the soft hair on his child's tiny head.
This huge, strong man is so careful and gentle when he holds his baby in his arms. His eyes keep staring at it, disbelief in them because he still can't comprehend how this miracle happened. He never thought he would be the type to want kids, and now look at him!
Modern CEO Sukuna as a dad:
I love to imagine Sukuna as a girl dad. He is the type to raise a spoiled little brat-princess. Her wish is daddy's command. He buys her any toy she wants, and her closet is overflowing with the cutest clothes. The little princess wants to eat ice cream at eight in the morning? Ok, sure, daddy will drive to her favorite ice cream parlor with her. And if they tell him they are still closed at this time, Sukuna will convince them to open earlier just for his princess. Either with a generous amount of money or with threatening to send some food inspectors over to ruin the ice cream palor's reputation.
Sukuna is also the type of dad who is feared by every teacher because he is such an asshole at those teacher-parent meetings. He keeps calling the school and complaining and threatening them with consequences anytime his little princess has a bad grade or gets into any kind of trouble.
And he is just as bad at his daughter's sports events. Sukuna is ambitious and so proud of his little princess and super protective, so yeah, a lovely combination for any tournament ;) Catch him on the sidelines voicing his opinion to the coaches because he knows better, of course! And getting into fights with the referee, and snapping at the parents of the other kids when one of their children dares touch his princess.
Sukuna is a powerful man with endless riches, so he knows how to use his influence to make sure his little girl only gets the best.
Here are some of my other Dad!Sukuna drabbles/stories:
Dad!Sukuna when his little princess grows up and wants to date someone and get married
Dad!Sukuna vs future son in law Gojo
Trueform!Sukuna holding his newborn baby for the first time
Keegan Russ is a provider and youâre lying to yourself if you even think otherwise đ if he could make it to where you didnât have to lift a finger for the rest of your life, he 100% would. That being said, I hope you love to be on the receiving end of oral! I genuinely believe this man will deep dive right on in there, and would stay there until youâre shaking, crying, and begging him to stop (to which he probably wonât).
Keegan Russ can be chatty when itâs just you two, and especially - you know where this is going - in bed. He loves praising you, but in such a gentle way (he also praises you day-to-day but this is nsfw hehe). If you get all shy, he will eat it tf up. imagine hearing these in his deep, gravelly, purr of a voice: âyouâre so perfect and Iâm so lucky youâre mineâ âfuck, you look so beautiful riding my cock like thatâ âyou wanna be a good girl for me, donât you?â âhow could I say no when you asked so nicely?â âahh, thatâs my girl.â âI love how your pretty little mouth feels.â I could literally write Keegan talking for like 6947950 years mmkay
Keegan Russ loves it when you initiate and/or take charge, even if he ends up doing the work. Ride him, sit on his face, swipe his nose like a credit card, suck his cock, for the love of god anything. Even though he absolutely loves performing acts of service, the moment you hop into action? Weak! This man is weak! just tell him itâs because heâs been so amazing, that you just wanna do this for him if thatâs alright đ„ș you missed him sm and you just wanna make your baby feel good đ„ș is slobbering on his cock too much to ask for đ„ș if youâre doing this, you got him whipped
Keegan Russ might wear the mask in bed upon asking. I donât think he has an issue with anonymity and his identity. I would honestly wait for some time to pass before asking. I like to imagine heâs kind of⊠confused at first? He puts it on (even does the face paint), and youâre barking and purring. Heâs just like âwhy do they like this?â but when he realizes JUST how bad you want him? GOD!!! Itâs basically just roleplaying and he eats that shit up, mama - he gets into it and itâs like⊠distant, anonymous, and it feels dirty: âshow me how much you want me.â âwith your mouth, just like that. good.â âthatâs Sergeant/sir to you.â âthatâs right, on your knees.â âoooh, look at you.â âdid I say you could cum?â âlouder.â
Keegan Russ has the sexiest morning voice in the world. The way he wakes up (shirtless, heâs usually shirtless), sighs, and rolls over to you. You know that half-spoon, half-on top moment? Yeah, THAT. youâre on your side and heâs kind of on top and pressed against you, kissing you on the neck as you feel his hands glide up the side of your thigh, his touch is so warm and gentle. âmorninâ, sweetheart.â AAUUUGGggghhhhh and then you feel his morning wood pressed so hard against your ass- ok I canât do this (not me scrambling to write morning sex with my husband keegs)
Keegan Russ is not a very rough or hardcore lover. Please donât expect him to tie you up or do some crazy things cuz he probably wonât!! The most youâll get with being âkinkyâ is him wearing the mask and praising you (kinda considered bdsm???), which, if you need anything more from him⊠canât help ya there champ - besides, is he not enough??!?!? đ„ș donât break his heart or i swear
Keegan Russ⊠I see him liking the spooning position a lot, or a variation where he fucks you from behind and cowgirl just please ride him. Thereâs something he finds soooooo erotic about leaning over your shoulder, saying things naughty things in your ear ahhh he knoooooows what his voice does to you, so he takes advantage of it anytime he can get! there was that time you two were making lunch on a weekend and he just bent you over the counter and it was just⊠âyouâre so wet already - you been thinkinâ âbout this?â âyouâre such a pleasure to useâ âIâm so proud of you for taking my cock so wellâ ârelax, baby, just hold onâ âthatâs it, just like that, ah, fuckâ âyou want me to make you cum again?â âthereâs that happy little sighâ
Keegan Russ doesnât put you in extreme sexual situations where you require extensive aftercare (or any if youâre down tbh), but he still makes sure your needs are taken care of!! wanna shower together? have a snack? oh! youâre out of water, heâll grab you a glass! need him to snuggle you for a little bit? of course, he wouldnât want to do anything else! Being with you and making sure youâre happy and taken care of???? His #1 priority đ
genre: straight-up smut baybey, i did it y'all i wrote a pwp again
pairing:Â seokjin x reader
summary: you got your boyfriend exactly what he wanted for his birthday.
word count:Â 5k
contains: explicit sexual content~*~ say it with me: BRAT đ TAMER đ SEOKJIN đ established relationship, reader is uhhh đŹ Extremely bratty lmao, jin takes care of that, BDSM dynamics (mention of safewords and hand signals but neither are used!), reader gets spanked with a belt oop đ€, fingering/a lil bit of eating it from the back, orgasm denial, big dick jin đ, praise kink, mouth/throat fucking, a bit of breathplay, begging and apologizing, oh yeah she cries... like.... kind of a lot đ„Č there's a dacryphilia moment in there too (~*~add a little spice~*~), unprotected sex but they're in love it's fine, lots of subspace at the end, use of a vibrator, overstimulation, she comes.... idek how many times, and a smidge of aftercare đ« also i promise there's no food play, you'll get why the cake's there at the end ok lmao
A/N: a day late and a dollar short but hey that's my mental health rn đ«Ą this was fun!!! always nice to dust off the ol' pwp muscles and frankly i've been itching to write proper BDSM for a bit now. sometimes you just wanna get the shit beat out of you lovingly and that's valid and sexy ya know. anyway feel free to silently skip this one if it's not for you!! and i know i'm gonna get a comment on it so đ i used his korean age on purpose lmao đ yes i can count and yes i know their system is changing~ ANYWAY i sincerely hope you enjoy babes and that you all had a lovely seokjin day đ„ș i loooove y'all !!! đ
thank you to @haliiimede for beta reading and being my soulmate đ„ș
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The slam of the front door tells you that your plan for today has worked perfectly.
Standing in front of the full length mirror in your bedroom, you adjust a final strap on your bralette, then quickly scramble to pull your clothes back on. You attempt to keep your expression innocent as you slip down the hallway to greet your boyfriend.
Before you can even make it, you hear the unmistakable pop of a wine bottle being uncorked, and you enter the kitchen just in time to see Seokjin leaning up against the counter with a glass of white in hand. He doesnât look particularly pleased to see you.
âHi baby,â you say, sweet as can be. âCan I have a glass?â
A muscle works in his jaw as he looks you over, and the expression on his face already has a flame licking in the pit of your stomach.
âThat's all you have to say?â he finally answers.
You blink up at him, feigning ignorance. Your heartbeat has started to race behind your ribs, sensing imminent dangerâ the good kind.
âI haven't heard from you all day today,â he tries again.
You shrug. âI was still sleeping when you left this morning, and then, I don't know. I was doing things. Does it matter?â If Seokjin wasnât already pissed, you know your last question will get him. You turn away to busy yourself with retrieving a wine glass so he canât see the smile youâre trying to bite back.
The tone of his voice makes you freeze, glass in hand. âI don't recall saying you could have any.â
Your lower lip juts out automatically, and you do your best to steady your breathing without making it apparent. Even your voice comes out a little shaky. âBut we always share.â
The silence in the kitchen feels deafening, punctuated by the soft tap of Seokjin setting his glass on the counter. You mirror him, swallowing hard as he steps in to close the distance between you. It never gets any less exciting to have him tower over you, big and broad-shouldered, tall enough that you have to look up through your lashes to meet his gaze. A dull ache starts to pulse between your legs.
âDo you know what today is?â
You lick your lips and try to speak. âSunday?â
Itâs like you barely get the word out before heâs gripping your jaw with one large hand, and you can feel your heartbeat in your throat. Anticipation buzzes through your body, all the way down to your toes, as he forces your chin up.
âAnything else?â His voice sounds like a warning.
Your mouth pulls into a grin beneath his grasp, one you canât quite manage to keep innocent. âOh, Seokjin, is it your birthday? I knew I was forgetting something. Oops.â
âFucking brat.â
All at once Seokjin locks an arm around your hips, and you let out a shrill squeak as your feet leave the floor entirely when he outright slings you over his shoulder. This is, of course, exactly what youâd hoped for, but you struggle a little in his grip nonetheless. All part of the fun.
Youâd left the bedroom door cracked on your way out to greet him, and he takes the opportunity to kick it back open. A shiver runs up your spine at the sight, and then you hit the bed hard enough to knock the breath out of your lungs.
You push up onto your hands as you sit up, slightly dizzy.
âThat hurt, Seokjin,â you whine, but you both know you donât mean it. You have agreed-upon methods of telling him when heâs really hurting you in a way that doesnât feel good: safewords, even hand signals for when youâre rendered non-verbal. Anything said that isnât one of those is just you running your mouth on purpose, winding him up. Like now. âYouâre being so dramatic.â
âAnd youâve got a fucking attitude today,â he snaps. âIs this really how you want to do this? On my fucking birthday?â
You blink up at him with the same sweet smile. âWhat if I told you I got you a present?â
This seems to surprise him a little, and he pauses, like he doesnât quite buy it. âA present, huh?â
âMm-hmm.â You nod as you get to your feet. âLet me unwrap it for you.â
Taking your time with it, you peel off your sweatshirt and leggings to reveal the lingerie you pulled on as he was coming home. Itâs a soft pink set with a floral design, thin straps, and romantic lace, and you happen to think it does wonders for your curves.
âWhat do you think?â
You can see the hungry gleam in Seokjin's eyes even as he scoffs, feigning disinterest. âOh, this is my present? A disrespectful brat that I have to teach a lesson? I should rip this shit off.â
âHey, this was expensive!â you snap, and he arches an eyebrow as if to give you a final chance to behave. It just makes you want to push him that much further.
You step closer, allowing a perfect line of sight to your tits that threaten to spill out of their confinements, and you soften your voice when you speak again. âWhat, you donât forgive me, Seokjin?â
The corner of his mouth just barely ticks up. âYou know the rules. Forgiveness is earned.â
He reaches a hand down to undo the buckle of his belt, and your nipples are suddenly painfully hard against the lace fabric. You canât remember the last time he used his belt. Fuck, heâs really mad.
âBend over.â
You huff a sigh as you drape yourself over the edge of the bed, and his hands are already on your ass. He makes a low noise of appreciation as his fingertips dig into your supple skin, pressing firm enough to make you wince. He's not being gentle, and you donât want him to be.
Your eyes flutter closed in enjoyment of being manhandled like this, and you get so lost in it that it takes you a second to realize Seokjin has asked you a question. By then itâs already too late.
He gives a warning slap to your ass as he repeats himself. âI said, how old am I?â
You peek over your shoulder, wiggling your ass against the flat of his palm, only for him to smack you hard over your left cheek. You bite back a whimper, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
âI don't know,â you lie, blinking up at him. âYouâre so old now, itâs hard to remember.â
In one swift move, he yanks his belt out from around his waist, and you swallow hard as you watch him fold it over in his hands.
âThen why donât you fucking count for me.â
The belt cracks down over your ass, and you flinch at the first real rush of pain. It takes you a second to regain focus, your brain still buzzing from the hit, and then his words come back to you.
âOne.â
âSo you are capable of listening, huh?â
Another hit, equally as hard on the other side, and you grit your teeth.
âTwo.â
âAw, whereâd that smart mouth go? Not so chatty now?â Seokjin cracks the belt again, and you can barely get the word three out before four is being delivered just as harshly. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to breathe. He's really hitting hard tonight.
âFour,â you gasp, and you hear Seokjin exhale a dark laugh above you.
âBetter toughen up, sweetheart. Weâve got a long way to go.â Another hit in the same spot, this one enough to really sting.
âFive.â
âYou know, since I'm so old.â
The next blow he delivers is so hard, the word comes out as a cry of pain. âSix!â
You flatten your pelvis down against the sheets, as if in an attempt to hide from the beating, but thereâs nowhere to go. The extra pressure makes you feel how hard your clit has started to throb from your punishment. You bury your face in the crook of your elbow, your hips jerking reflexively as you moan through seven, eight, nine.
Every muscle in your body seizes taut as you prepare for ten, trying to encourage yourself to breathe through it, though all you can get out right now are shallow gasps for air. I can take this, you tell yourself, I can take this.
But it doesnât come. Youâre pulled so tight you think you might snap, and you manage to lift your head up from your arms to look back at Seokjin.
âThere she is,â he says, and the soft tone of his voice in no way influences how hard he brings the belt down over your ass.
âTen!â you groan, and the sharp bite of pain over your already raw skin nearly brings tears to your eyes. And heâs not even halfway done.
Itâs all you can do now to remember what number youâre on, especially as Seokjin continues to allow torturously long pauses between his hits. He'll wait just long enough that your heartbeat starts to slow, teasing the thin length of the belt up the backs of your thighs, sometimes even with a laugh.
But itâs not relief: the waiting keeps every inch of you on edge, all wound up with anticipation of the next dose of pain, so tense youâre not sure youâre breathing.
Youâve hardly choked out fourteen when you flinch at a brush of contact, the warm touch of skin where you were expecting the crack of leather. Letting your forehead drop against the bed, you pant like youâve just run a marathon as Seokjin's hand moves over your abused flesh, groping and massaging as he did before. You canât tell if itâs been minutes or hours since then, but his touch is grounding, calming, even when his fingers sink into your fresh bruises with enough force to make you whimper.
You can feel the way the seam of your panties sticks to your center now, and you can only imagine that they must be entirely soaked through, your slickness already starting to paint the crux of your thighs. With a soft whine of need, you spread your legs a little wider in search of anything but more pain.
âWhat do you think?â Seokjin's voice is dark when he speaks, thick with lust. The thought of him straining hard against his pants has you practically drooling on the mattress. You want nothing more than that cock stretching you open right now. âStarting to learn your lesson?â
As much as the rational part of you appreciates the check-in, you canât ignore the new rush of rebellion that surges up at the question. What, does he think you need him to go easy? Does he think youâre not tough enough, that you canât take everything heâs willing to give you?
You push up to look over your shoulder at him again, your jaw set firm. âNo.â
Anger flashes over his face, but he canât quite hide his smile. âThen I guess I can stop holding back.â
Shit, he wasâ? You donât get the opportunity to finish that thought before the loop of his belt is whizzing through the air, and the impact it makes against your ass hits so hard, you momentarily see stars. âFuck!â
âThat's not a fucking number.â
âFifteen,â you gasp, dropping limp against the bed like a ragdoll, breathless with relief that you didnât lose track. âFifteen.â
âThe brat can count,â Seokjin remarks, and then he delivers sixteen just as hard and your whole body spasms from the pain as you choke out the number. âIf only you knew how old I was, you might have some idea of how much longer I have to beat your ass.â
Your eyes are really starting to well up now, but you force yourself to keep breathing, to focus on his words. It might be coded to fit the scene, but itâs a clear reminder nonetheless: youâre more than halfway. You can do this.
By twenty, the tears have started to spill down your face, but Seokjin knows you well enough to know the scene doesnât stop unless you call a safeword. He trusts you to know your own limits, and you do. But fuck, he can really test them sometimes. Youâre dying for him to touch you, fuck you, do anything but keep fucking beating you. Itâs taking everything in you to keep going, your feet kicking helplessly each time he brings the belt down over your tender backside. He hasnât lightened the weight of his hits up even in the slightest. If anything, theyâre only getting worse.
âTwenty-one,â you breathe. You only have ten hits left, and youâve already gotten through ten hits twice now. You can do this.
âTwenty-two.â You tell yourself not to fight it.
âTwenty-three.â Just give into the pain.
âTwenty-four.â Submit.
Your shoulders heave with sobs as the twenty-fifth strike finally, finally breaks your last resolve. You press your face into the mattress; youâre crying so hard you can scarcely breathe. Even though your body keeps flinching with the reflexive animal reaction to try and get away from the pain, your mind has fully accepted your punishment, all the fight gone out of you.
Itâs like someone else is counting for you now, so much so that you donât even realize what number Seokjin is on until the words leave your mouth.
âThirty-one.â
You hear the jingle and thud of the belt hitting the floor, and then his gentle hands are encouraging your legs to spread apart. The brush of his fingers over your aching core is sweet, overwhelming relief from the pain still coursing through your system. Youâd think itâd be enough to make you cry, if you werenât already.
âGood girl,â he says softly, and that small praise alone has you floating straight up to the ceiling.
His hands move quickly to pull your panties down and off, and you work to get your breathing back under control, letting your sobs dissolve into sniffling gulps. You whimper when his palms slip under your hips, encouraging you up onto your knees. Your body shivers all over as you try to hold yourself up, to be good, and then you feel Seokjin slip two fingers into your drenched center.
âOh my god,â you groan as he starts to rub diligently at the ridges of your front wall, his free hand gripping your ass to spread you open. His touch in both places at once, pressing down on fresh swollen bruises and curling up into the sweetest part of you, itâs so good. It reminds you why you willingly give yourself over to this man, the one you love so much, the only one who can make you feel like this. Youâre so turned on from the mix of pleasure and pain, you might be close to blacking out.
The bed creaks as he shifts a little, and then he replaces his fingers with his mouth, and you keen. You bury your sounds in the crook of your elbow as his tongue plunges into you, and he snakes a hand between your legs to rub slow circles over your clit. Your mind is reeling; you can barely manage to speak.
âS-Seokjin,â you gasp. âYouâre g-gonna, ngh, gonna make meââ
He pulls off just enough to mutter, âYou better fucking ask first.â
You swear he ups the intensity on purpose when his mouth returns to your pussy, as if to drag you that much closer to the edge. His thumb is working so perfectly at your clit, you can feel your thighs starting to shake as you writhe back against him. âCan Iâ can I please come, Seokjin? Pleaseplease, please?â
âNo.â
His voice is firm, unbothered, and paired with the painful loss of his touch all at once. A strangled sob of frustration escapes you as you collapse against the bed, exhausted from holding yourself up and from your denied release.
âNot yet,â Seokjin continues. âNot until youâve learned to be a little more obedient.â
His strong hand closes over your bicep, and he easily flips you over onto your back, causing you to hiss at the graze of your sore flesh against the sheets. Your lower lip trembles, your eyes threatening tears as you stare up at him, but you stay quiet.
âBe a good girl,â Seokjin says, dragging one finger up the column of your throat. You willingly tip your head back for him as a shiver rolls through you. âLet me fuck this smart mouth, then Iâll make you come as many times as you can handle. Okay?â
When you nod softly, he hauls you up to your feet. âGet on your knees.â
You do as he says, sitting back on your heels and watching as he works his pants and boxers down to free his cock. Heâs thick and long, flushed dark and dripping hard. Big enough that you go slightly cross-eyed trying to take him in. Your cunt clenches desperately at his size, at how badly you need all of him inside you, bottoming out into you again and again.
But even moreso, you want to be good.
âMouth open,â Seokjin instructs, and you comply, letting your tongue loll out for him as he tangles a hand in your hair.
He guides himself between your lips, and your eyes roll back at the weight of him on your tongue, the feeling of your jaw stretching open to fit him. Heâs so fucking big, itâs uncomfortable, but you do your best to breathe around him and give into it.
Trying to hold still, hands placed sweetly on your thighs because you know he likes it that way, you blink up at Seokjin as he starts to thrust into your mouth. You can taste the salt of his precum as his length drags along your tongue, and you fight back the urge to gag when the tip of his cock nudges into the back wall of your throat. He groans softly as he rubs himself there, his grip on your hair tightening until the pain stings your scalp. Your eyes start to water as you try to keep yourself from choking.
âFuck,â he hisses when he pulls out, saliva stringing in thick strands from your mouth to the head of his cock. He squeezes at the base of it, eyes glazed dark with lust, and you take in as much air as you can, the cool rush painful where your throat is sore from the stretch of him.
You sit up taller as if to ask for more.
Seokjinâs gaze meets yours as the hand on his cock guides it back toward you, but he doesnât slip back into your mouth. His eyes are fixated hungrily on your face as he drags the head of his dick down over your bottom lip, teasing it around your mouth and along your cheeks, clearly enjoying that he can do whatever he wants with you.
Your pulse drums loudly in your ears as you sit there, mouth open, and take it. The whole lower half of your face must be slick with spit and precum now, given how easily he glides across your skin, and then youâre hit with the heavy thud of him smacking his cock once, twice, three times against your flat, willing tongue.
âAre you done being a brat now?â he prompts, and you can feel drool spilling down your chin as you nod, his cock still weighing heavy on your outstretched tongue. He slips it in a little further, just past the ring of your lips.
âGonna be a good girl for me?â
A soft whine escapes around his girth filling your mouth. You nod again, desperate, and then he hits the back of your throat with enough force to make you gag noisily. Your body shudders beneath him, and you try to keep it together.
âLearned your fucking lesson?â
Tears start to sting at the corners of your eyes as he keeps sliding himself into your mouth, the head of his cock dipping down into the tight clutch of your throat, as far as he can go until your nose is flush with his abdomen. You canât make another sound, your mouth crammed too full, but you do your best to nod even as you lose the ability to keep breathing.
Seokjinâs thumb brushes over the bulge in your throat, and you know what he wants. Tears slip down your cheeks as you squeeze your eyes shut and swallow around him, and he rewards you with an unabashed moan that lights up everything inside you.
âThatâs it. You look so good when you cry on my cock,â he rasps, his hand closing over your throat as you swallow again.
You can feel yourself starting to get light headed from lack of oxygen as more tears stream down your face, but the praise spurs you on. You want it too much, it makes you eager to please at any cost, despite the dizzying surge of adrenaline, despite the way your throat is spasming painfully now. Youâll pass out with his cock down your throat, if thatâs what it takes.
He pulls out all at once, and the rush of air you heave in is like broken glass against your raw throat. You fall forward, your palms just barely catching you from landing directly onto your face, and you canât do anything for a moment but breathe in ragged, shaky gasps. Tears are still welling up in your eyes, dripping down onto the carpet beneath you.
Your world tilts as Seokjin easily scoops you up in his arms just to drop you onto the bed, flat on your back. Thereâs still the dull ache of the bruises he beat into your ass, but itâs like someoneâs turned the volume down on it. All your physical sensations seem distant, like theyâre happening to someone else, even the dull ache thudding between your legs, a desperate desire to come that was only made worse by being used as your boyfriendâs fucktoy.
Your eyes flutter closed as his hands slip up your body to undo your lacy bralette and peel it off of you, and you donât fight it.
âHey, hey. Look at me.â Seokjin's voice pulls you back from the edge, and you fight to open your eyes again. He's hovering over you, fully stripped now, his brow creased slightly with concern. âStay with me a little bit longer, okay?â His tone is still serious, and you sniff softly as you nod.
He slips a palm encouragingly under your thigh and you do the rest, so out of body that itâs like you weigh nothing at all as you pull your knees up to effectively bend yourself in half for him. He practically growls at the sight of you spread for him so willingly, presenting a cunt swollen with need, painted glossy with arousal.
You watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he kneels up on the bed, and then his thick cock is grinding over you, dragged right up your center. The feeling of finally being touched where you need it most has you exhaling a moan of relief.
âIs this what you want?â Seokjin's breath is hot on your neck and chased by the scrape of his teeth, earning another noise of pleasure from you. Your clit throbs as he rolls the head of his dick over it, up and down, slow teasing.
âYes,â you manage to gasp. Your voice comes out a little broken from your scraped-up throat. âYes, please. Please fuck me, please, want it so bad.â
âWhich do you want more?â
Youâre so gone, choking on whimpers and whines, that his hand closes over your throat to make you focus on the rest of his question. The look on his face is so dark, it sends a shiver down your spine.
âMy dick, or my forgiveness?â
Tears spring to your eyes immediately as an overwhelming wave of emotions floods through you. There isnât a doubt in your mind what your answer is, you donât even have to pause to consider it. As badly as you want, need him to fuck you, the thought of Seokjin discarding you when heâs finished, still upset, not kissing every inch of your skin, not praising you for being so good⊠you canât bear it.
âYour forgiveness,â you sob, doing your best to keep breathing despite his hand around your throat. âPlease, please, please forgive me. I'm so sorry. I just wanna be good, wanna be good for you, I don't need anything else.â
You can see his face soften even through the tears that blur your vision. âThere she is,â he murmurs, and then he tips his head down to brush his lips over yours. The warm touch of his mouth is all the reward you could ever ask for, and he sucks sweetly on your bottom lip before pulling back.
âGood answer, babygirl.â
Before you can even process whatâs happening, heâs fucking the whole of his thick cock into you, and you can only keen as he stretches you wide enough to fit all of him. Your walls are immediately trembling tight to him from how edged close youâve been all night.
âThank you,â you moan, your head dropping back against the pillow. A gasp rips through you as he bottoms out, your spine arching when the crown of his cock presses firmly on your cervix. âThank you, oh fuck.â
âYeah,â Seokjin purrs, his mouth against your collarbone. You think he might be sucking a mark into your skin, but itâs already getting hard to tell whatâs happening. âYou always take it so well after I beat the brat out of you. Let go now, baby. Youâve earned it.â
Youâre grateful for the permission, because youâre not sure you could stay tethered any longer if you tried. Not when heâs splitting you open, thrusting hard and deep because he knows you can take it, with a cock fat enough to light up every sweet spot in you at once. Your eyes roll back as you start to float, so out of it that you barely even notice a faint buzzing sound until you realize Seokjin is pressing your vibrator down against your swollen, aching clit.
Fuck, when did he even grab it off the nightstand?
Youâre vaguely aware of someone moaning, but it doesnât even feel like you. Youâve given up entirely to it now, a sweet surrender to this all-encompassing pleasure. Itâs so good, too good, it slips you out of your mind and body alike, like heâs fucking your brain right out of your skull.
âThatâs it, come on my cock,â Seokjin groans, and fuck, you are, youâre coming hard enough to drench his cock with every pulse of your needy cunt. âSuch a good girl.â
He doesn't even pull the toy off to give you a moment of recovery, just keeps it nestled between your folds as he pounds into you. Your hips shudder violently as you coast out of your first climax and straight into another one.
It all starts to blur together now, wave after wave of orgasm washing over you until youâre drowning in it. You come and come and come until it feels like youâre melting into the bed, pinned through by this massive cock and the endless mind-numbing buzz on your clit. You can distantly tell that youâve soaked a wet spot into the sheets beneath you, that your thighs and even the muscles of your ass are shaking from overstimulation.
âS-S-Seokjin.â It takes you three tries to get his name out, and youâre still not really sure if you said it until the toy switches off. The humming sensation is still reverberating through your body even in the absence of it, enough to make you tremble all over as he picks up the pace.
âGonna fuckingâ fill you up,â Seokjin grunts, voice thick with effort, and then his cock twitches at the very back of you, buried deep as it can go, pulsing heavy as he paints you with rope after rope of his release.Â
Youâre still not here, not really, not when he pulls out with a heavy sigh, when the cum starts to drool down your legs, when he drops onto the mattress beside you and pulls you into him. It comes back to you in pieces: youâre shivering all over, breathing hard, your face is wetâ fuck, when were you crying?
It takes you several moments to realize Seokjin is murmuring in your ear, that his fingers are carding through your hair, his breath ghosting over your skin. âJust breathe, baby. Did so well, itâs over now. Youâre safe.â
As the post-scene comedown settles into your bones, you bury your face into his shoulder, trying to breathe through the myriad of emotions and chemicals flooding your system. He pulls the blanket up over your chest, and the warmth of it and his body help to gently bring you down from the high.
You donât know how long you lay like that until you finally manage to squeak out a question. âY-youâre not really mad, right?â
Seokjin laughs gently as he presses a kiss to your hairline. âNo, baby. I know you didnât really forget. The birthday cake in the fridge kinda gave it away.â
The words take a second to hit you, and then a dazed giggle bubbles up in your chest. Itâs like youâre floating as you start to laugh, your face still pressed into Seokjinâs skin, and you can feel the rumble of him laughing too. It didnât even occur to you that he wouldâve seen the fucking cake when he grabbed himself a bottle of wine.
âOh,â is all you can think to say, and you keep giggling as his lips move over the line of your jaw, trailing kisses.
âYouâre cute when youâre trying to get punished,â he says softly. âIt's part of why I love you. Youâre my perfect little brat. And this was the perfect gift, seriously.â
A warm glow blooms in your chest at the praise, and you sigh happily as you curl up against his side. âCan we eat cake in bed?â
Seokjin leans down to brush his mouth over yours, sweetly adoring. âAnything you want.â
hiii for the nsfw prompts, can i request 274 + 72 with geto pleaseee? or gojo⊠whichever you like more bc i canât decide đ« it just sounds kinda funny and theyâre both silly geese to me HELSODSK
eek, geto??? ok, i will try đ„ș i hope i do my baby justice. (also sorry but technically nobody says the second prompt, but geto thinks it đ)
my responses to these prompts keep getting longer and longer lmao sorry to everyone to requested early on and got little baby drabbles in response!!
list of prompts
â°â†smut prompts - 72 & 274.
âThat is kinky even by my standardsâŠâ
âI had no idea you were into this kind of thingâ
ft. geto/fem!reader
cw. unedited, explicit sexual content (restraints, oral, facesitting, ass eating, multiple orgasms), explicit language. 1,645 words.
being with geto is intimidating -- he's older than you, more experienced than you, and more confident than you.
and it doesn't help that gojo is always reminding you of these facts every time the two of you are alone together.
"suguru's last girlfriend was a gymnast," gojo had told you in a quiet, conspiratorial whisper. "you know what that means, don't you?"
no, you don't.
so you spent the night learning different ways to please him. you searched threads on reddit, found sex-positive blogs on google, and you even watched a few videos online. by the next day, you knew what you wanted to try with geto -- how to impress him.
"handcuffs?" geto asks, looking over at you from his seat on the couch. his lip twitches in amusement. "wow, that's kinky even by my standards," he says sarcastically.
you frown at him, crossing your arms over your chest as you childishly pout. "don't make fun of me."
"i'm not, princess," he purrs, leaning toward you to wrap his arms around your waist. he pulls you into his lap and smiles up at you as he relaxes back in his seat. "you know you don't have to do anything special to make me want you -- just being you is enough."
"but your last girlfriend was a gymnast."
"what? were you talking with satoru?"
geto sighs, cupping your face with one hand while he rubs at the crease between your brows with the thumb of his other, smoothing it down until your face relaxes from your frown. "we can try handcuffs," he says softly, "whatever you want."
"good, because i already bought them," you admit, feeling your face burn in embarrassment.
"my, you're full of surprises, aren't you?" he purrs, running his tongue along his lower lip as his eyes narrow.
you wrap your thighs around his waist and geto lifts you up from the couch, cradling your ass in his hands as he walks the two of you into your bedroom.
"in here?" he asks, standing in the doorway, and you nod excitedly.
"i put them in the nightstand."
he walks you toward your bed, crawling along it on his knees, before lowering you down onto your back with your head amongst the pillows. he presses a soft kiss to your lips before moving aside, pulling open your beside drawer and pulling out a pair of pink, fuzzy handcuffs.
geto send you a look.
"they were the only ones they had in stock," you admit, scrunching your nose in embarrassment as geto chuckles.
he returns to his place between your thighs, grabbing both of your wrists and dragging them up above your head. he pins them down to the pillows in one of his large hands, while the other fits them around the bars of your headboard.
"wait, no!" you say quickly and he freezes immediately.
he looks down at you, concerned, and loosens his grip on your wrists so you can squirm out of his grasp. "are we moving too fast?" he asks, worry evident in his tone.
"i want to use them on you, suguru."
his eyebrows jerk up in surprise and he blinks down at you, processing what you've just said to him until a sly smile grows across his face. "full of surprises," he purrs, biting back a grin as he lets you roll him over onto his back with your palm pressed on his chest.
you straddle his hips, grabbing both of his wrists with your hands, and lifting them up above his head -- just like he did with you. he watches you intently as you fiddle with the handcuffs, locking first his right hand, then his left, before sitting back to admire your handiwork.
geto looks up at his hands, tugging gently against the restraints to test their strength before looking back down at you. "i could break out of these pretty easily."
"yeah, but don't, ok?" you pout.
you climb off from geto's lap and onto the floor, standing off the side of the bed while he looks over at you curiously. he watches you hook your fingers into your pants, sliding them down off of your thighs along with your underwear, and geto's cock throbs against his leg at the sight.
he can't help himself from squirming on the bed as he watches you settle next to him, kneeling next to his chest as you look down at him curiously. before he can ask, you swing your leg over his head until your knee is pressed into the mattress next to his opposite arm.
pressing your palms against his chest, you shift your hips back until your pussy is hovering over his mouth and geto's eyes widen in delight.
"oh," he says, voice deep and husky. "this is what you want."
he tugs against the handcuffs, wanting to grab and a handful of your ass and pull you down against his face, but he's met with resistance. he makes a small grunt of displeasure, but he licks his lips and lifts his head slightly off the pillow, instead.
"come here -- take a seat," he demands.
"let me know if i'm hurting you," you say, and there's a small quiver to your voice that reveals your hesitance -- but it just makes geto's cock throb painfully against the confines of his pants.
"you won't hurt me, princess," he assures, breathing harder now that he can see the slick building on the lips of your cunt. "come down here, let me taste you."
with a shuddering breath, you lower your hips down onto geto's face, instantly feeling the warmth of his mouth engulfing you as his tongue flattens along your slit. you experimentally rock your hips against his face -- just like you saw in the video from last night-- and let out a stuttered cry when you feel his tongue against your clit.
pressing your palms against his chest, you let your eyes fall shut, grinding down on his mouth until each rock of your hips sends jolts of electricity shooting up your spine. this feels good -- better than you thought it would -- and you let your head hang back over your shoulders as you lose yourself from the feeling.
your slick is sweet and slippery against his tongue. he wants to wrap his arms around your thighs and pull you tighter against his face -- until he can't even fucking breathe -- he wants to be suffocated by you. his hips buck needily into the open air -- he can't help himself.
he groans into your pussy when you press down a little harder and his eyes roll back into his head. all he can taste is you, all he can see is you, all he's ever wanted is you -- and here you are, grinding your pretty little cunt against his face and gripping tight fists around the fabric of his shirt.
your legs start to tremble slightly on either side of his head and he knows you're close. you rock harder -- more desperately -- against his tongue until your moans fade into stuttered gasps of pleasure and geto feels your cunt pulsing around his tongue.
his mouth is flooded with the taste of you as you cum, and he fights against the restraints to reach down and just grab you, but the handcuffs are proving to be stronger than he had expected.
you lift your hands from his chest, reaching back behind you to grab your ass as you gently spread yourself open. geto's eyes widen in surprise as your hips shift just slightly forward until his tongue flicks against your small, puckered hole.
his cock leaks precum from the tip, leaving a sticky mess on his thigh as he gently kisses your asshole -- he had no idea you were into this!
from above him, he hears you whimpering from the feeling of his lips against you. he kisses you again and again, each time pressing his tongue a little harder against your hole until it finally slips past the tight ring.
"fuck -- suguru," you whimper, pressing harder against his face as geto licks into your ass.
god, he wants to grab you so hard right now. he tugs harder against the handcuffs, the metal digging into the skin on his wrists as he fights against him.
either you don't care or you don't realize geto's frustration as he groans into your skin, as you keep rocking against his face feverishly as he buries his tongue in your ass.
you slide a hand across your hips to rub quick, small circles into your clit and geto is fully fucking the air, now. he can't help himself -- he needs you to touch him -- why won't you touch him? his cock is thick and desperate against his thigh and he just needs something.
"sugu --" you whine, and he can feel your cunt twitching against his chin, coating him in slick. "i'm gonna cum -- please."
geto groans into your skin, fucking you with his tongue and burying his face between the globes of your ass as you touch yourself.
with a whimpering cry, you cum for the second time against his face. your thighs shake and you fall forward onto his body, hands bracing yourself on his chest as you keep rocking against his mouth. geto groans, feeling you squeeze around his tongue and he pulls so hard against the handcuffs that he can feel them pinching his skin.
his cock -- desperate and needy and untouched -- twitches in the confines of his pants. geto's body tenses, bucking one last time up into the air until he feels the white-hot pleasure of his orgasm shoot through his body.
he groans, fighting against his restraints as he spills his cum into his pants, making a wet, sticky mess on his thigh to match the one you're making on his face.
Hi! I saw that requests were open, and I was hoping I could requests Poly!Lost boys (or/and with Michael if you can!) with a reader whoâs owns a bakery? The boys take notice of a new shop on the boardwalk and peek in to see you.
(Reader is GN, and likes to dress cutesy as well!)
If You Give A Vampire A CookieâŠ
AHHHHH Michael my loveđ„ș yes of course I can write this for youđđ hope you like it!
A bundle of black leather flashed down the boardwalk as Paul zoomed around. Marko was on his heels, laughing and trailing after him, âI told you we should have put him on one of those animal backpack leashes,â Marko called back at Dwayne as Dwayne followed the two blonds.
âIf he doesnât behave heâll find himself on a different kind of leash.â Dwayne warned.
âOoh Paul, hear that? youâre in trouble,â Marko singsonged.
âYeah jokes on you Dwayne, I like that shit!â Paul yelled back as he ran.
Dwayne groaned.
David smirked as he watched Dwayne attempt to control the chaos twins on his own. David much preferred to hang back, his hand possessively wrapped around Michaelâs neck as the two strolled along the boardwalk.
âStay close pet, donât want you running off like those two,â David cooed at Michael.
Michael rolled his eyes and slithered out of Davidâs grip, âIâm not a child David, I think I can manage myself on the boardwalk,â he paused, âand Iâm not your pet either.â
David chuckled to himself, âwhatever you wanna tell yourself love,â he said as he slid his arm around Michaelâs waist, pulling him against his side.
He leaned in to whisper in Michaelâs ear, âbut I know you donât mind what I call you when weâre at home. Maybe youâre just a house pet huh baby?â
Michael shivered as he felt his cheeks flush pink
âStop it,â he whispered back nervously.
David pouted in reply, âthought you liked it when i played with you pretty boy.â
Michaelâs blush deepened, âcanât you keep it in your pants till we get home?â
David smirked, âwhat can I say, youâre irresistible.â
Michael smiled softly as David leaned in.
âHEY GUYS,â Paulâs booming voice broke the pair away from their sweet moment.
âThis better be good,â David grumbled.
Paul tapped his foot as he waited for the others to catch up.
Marko and Dwayne slowed to a stop in front of the blond boy, David and Michael not far behind. They looked curiously as Paul gestured to a little white shop theyâd never seen before.
As the other four boys took in the sight, Paul pressed his face up against the giant window at the front of the store. He admired the pretty cakes, beautifully frosted and decorated with plastic floral arrangements. He drooled over the warm brownies wrapped in cellophane and tied with pink bows. But his eyes widened when he caught sight of the rows and rows of cookies displayed in a tray behind the glass. Heâd swear he could already taste them.
He turned back to his boyfriends, âplease, please, please can we go in and get something? Iâve been so good lately!â he begged.
Dwayne scoffed, âno you havenât.â
Paul dropped to his knees and inched towards Dwayne, his hands clasped together, âplease please please please,â Paul chanted, giving Dwayne his best puppy dog eyes, those always seemed to make him cave.
Dwayne sighed as Marko bit his thumb to keep from laughing. âDavid, what do you think? We got time before morning?â
David checked his watch, his arm still around Michaelâs waist, âyeah we got time.â
âYes!â Paul whisper-cheered to himself.
âNot so fast blondie,â David raised an eyebrow, âyou got bakery money?â
Paulâs demeanor deflated as he looked through his shoe and cringed. âMichael?â he asked sweetly.
Michael rolled his eyes but smiled, âyes Paul?â
Paul pouted at Michael, jutting his bottom lip out and furrowing his brows.
Michael laughed, âok fine,â he walked over to hand Paul a five dollar bill.
Paul sprang up and wrapped his arms around Michael, kissing him squarely on the mouth.
âI love you Michael!â Paul exclaimed as he pulled away.
Michael smiled and blushed, âI love you too Paul.â
Paul smiled and skipped into the store, Michaelâs five dollars in hand, while David crossed his arms and grumbled.
Dwayne bumped David with his elbow as Marko and Michael slipped through the door. âCâmon, they need constant supervision,â he reminded David.
âBeen tryna kiss him all night but nooo crazy blond shakes him down and he gets a smooch. Bullshit.â David mumbled under his breath as he followed Dwayne inside.
As David passed through the doorway his jaw dropped.
Michael, Marko, and Paul were already crowded around the counter talking to the most attractive human heâd ever seen (besides Michael of course).
You were wearing the palest pink uniform, and the brightest smile. He found himself absolutely transfixed.
As he approached his circle of boyfriends, he heard Paulâs persistent flirting.
âAll these snacks baby but you gotta be the sweetest thing in here,â Paul winked, leaning over the counter.
You blushed, âthatâs so kind of you to say, can I get you anything?â
âYeah honey, give me three sugar cookies, Iâm not real liquid right nowâŠâ he said as he hid the fiver in his back pocket, âyou take kisses?â
You smirked and laughed, âI take money.â
He mock-pouted, âthatâs ok sugar, I was gonna give âem to you for free anyway.â
Paul leaned in, but was caught by the back of the collar by Michael. âSorry about him,â he said blushing.
Michael swiped the money from Paulâs back pocket and handed it to you, âfor the sugar cookies,â he said, flustered.
âIâll bring them right out,â you smiled.
Michael sighed wistfully as he watched you turn to grab the cookies from the back.
âWhat the hell man?â Paul asked, âI was about to seal the deal!â
âPaul,â Dwayne interjected, âwhat did we say about kissing strangers?â
âItâs fun?â Paul guessed.
âDonât do it.â Dwayne and Michael corrected at the same time.
Paul pouted.
You pushed past the double doors, your arms filled with sweets.
âYou all are the first customers Iâve had since I opened so I threw in a couple extra things,â you blushed.
You handed Paul the three sugar cookies, leaning over the counter to kiss his cheek.
He flashed you a dopey smile as his hand flew to his cheek. âIâll never wash this cheek again,â he sighed.
You giggled, âI sure hope thatâs not true, youâd think youâd wanna keep a pretty face like that clean.â
It was taking all of Paulâs self-control not to jump over the counter and shower you with sloppy wet kisses.
You turned to Marko handing him a Sfogliatella. His eyes widened in shock, âI love Sfogliatella! I havenât been able to find them anywhere,â he told you.
âMy grandmaâs recipe,â you smiled, âI love them too, I havenât really seen âem anywhere in the U.S., so why not make them myself.â
Marko melted.
You looked at Dwayne, placing a chocolate chip cookie in his hand. âDark chocolate chips instead of milk chocolate,â you told him.
âFor a richer flavor?â he asked, eyebrow raised.
âExactly!â you beamed, âthought youâd like it.â
His lips turned up into a half-smile, âthank you, thatâs so thoughtful.â
You moved to Michael and offered him a big, gooey, brownie.
He blushed as he took it from your outstretched hands, âthese are my favorite, howâd you know?â he furrowed his brow in confusion.
You shrugged, âcall it bakerâs intuition, you strike me as a brownie guy.â
He blushed, âtalk about a sixth sense,â he mumbled, âyou really are the sweetest thing in here.â
Your face flushed at his words as Paul grumbled that Michael had âstolen his line.â
David cleared his throat, ânothin for me love?â he raked his eyes over your form.
You laughed, âyou just didnât strike me as a sweets guy,â you clarified as you poured him a cup of coffee.
When you finished, you offered him the styrofoam cup, which he took from your gratefully.
âClever little thing arenât you?â he flirted.
âI like to think so,â you winked.
Davidâs smile spread across his whole face, âwell if you arenât the cutest thingâŠâ he trailed off as he leaned on the counter.
Dwayne cleared his throat, prompting David to check his watch. Shit. Sunrise was coming.
He frowned, âgotta get goinâ sweet but weâll be back,â he promised, winking.
You bit your lip, âI hope so, Iâm here every night.â
You blushed as each boy reluctantly pulled themselves away and strolled out the door.
You couldnât help but think moving your business to Santa Carla was the smartest decision youâd ever made.
Mmmmmm, how about mommy / mama feeling bad for falsely accusing us and making us cry so they(either of them) feel dejected until we make them cuddle with us because we thought they were still mad at us ?⊠please?
Assumptions
Pairing: Dark!Mommy!Wanda x Little!reader (f) x Dark!Mama!Nat
Warnings: MD/LG dynamics, Arguing, yelling, feeling bad, guilt, fighting, false accusations, depression, crying, breastfeeding, lactation, cuddles!! this is a dark AU so beware.
A/n: Thanks for sending this in! This is such a cute idea! This kind of hits home, because I have been blamed for MULTIPLE things by my awful step siblings when I was younger. But Iâm glad this time it will be Wanda and Natty to comfort us đ„ș I hope it was ok to have just Nat be angry!
It was a series of unfortunate events. One thing lead to another, and soon you found yourself in front of a large mess in the living room of the cabin. You had woken up from your nap, only to find Wanda and Natasha doing work by themselves in separate rooms.
When you left your nursery, your toy lion â Leo â was held in your arms softly and you rubbed the tired from your eyes. A small yawn following. You froze mid step once you saw the disaster in the living room.
The couch cushions were no longer on the couch, the TV stand was slightly askew, the lamp shade was tilted, and what looked like piles upon piles of documents were strewn across the carpet. You didnât know how to react, only staring at the mess in front of you.
Too caught up in your confusion, you donât hear the footsteps of your Mama, Nat, behind you. A loud gasp left her mouth as she saw what you were staring at. From what it looked like to her, you had been going through important documents without their permission or knowledge. But that was far from the truth.
âY/n! What on earth are you doing??â Your mamas voice boomed behind you, startling you and causing your lion to drop from your hands. Nat paced the floor, looking at the papers and their contents.
âMy god! Where did you find these?? These were locked!â She continues to shout, and the water works were turned on behind your eyes.
You looked up at Nat, small whimpers turning into cries of false guilt. âI- I- d-didnâ do an-anyfing!â You sobbed, but Natasha wouldnât have that. She pressed her fingers on the bridge of her nose, her red braid flipping over her shoulder as she looks to you.
âOh, you didnât do anything? Really? You think Iâm gonna believe a dumb little thing like you?â She shouted back at you, stepping closer to you. You step back in fear. âMy keys are gone, and we havenât heard your little dream sounds on the monitor either. And then I find you here??â
The things she was saying wasnât like her. She was harsh, but when she knew you were in your little space, she was the most gentle giant you have ever been around besides Tony. But this time was different, because of one simple mistake.
Wanda hears the commotion from the bedroom and she looks over to the small baby monitor on the bedside table. She frowns as the screen blinks a low battery picture, and picks it up. She walks to the living room to find you pushing yourself against the wall while Natasha shouted at you.
Nat hasnât calmed down yet, and Wanda knew that it could be devastating to your little self to see her like this. âHoney? Nat, baby, whatâs going on?â She asked, gently placing her hand on her wifeâs exposed shoulder.
Natashaâs head snaps to the source of the voice, and she steps away from your cowering body. âFirst she stole my keys to my filing cabinet, then she waited until we were busy to come out and read everything! Then she tries to deny it,â She explains. âI knew something was up when I didnât hear anything from her room. Absolutely nothing.â
Wandaâs eyes widen, suddenly realizing why Nat couldnât hear your little noises while you were asleep. She holds up the monitor and the blinking battery symbol mocks Natashaâs silence. âBatteries⊠they died,â Wanda says with a soft sigh.
She looks to the room and shakes her head. âWhile you and Pietro took her to the park this morning, Tony came by to see what info we had on HYDRAs plan to recapture Bucky. I guess he never cleaned up after himself.â
Immediately Natashaâs arms unfolded themselves and she silently pointed to your shivering and shaking form, facing away from them. She was in disbelief that Wanda never told her about this, and that she somehow was able to avoid the living room all together to even notice what Tony did.
Your Mommy bends down to not be so intimidating to you and takes your hands into hers. âBaby, can you look at mommy?â You donât listen to her at first, Leo covering your face to hide you from any confrontation. âTinyyyyyy⊠listen to me, please.â Wanda said. Hearing her voice turn from concern to demanding in an instant made you pull Leo from your face. âSuch a good girl⊠how about we let Mama cool off, I think she needs some ice cream.â
Wanda looks up at Nat, giving a look telling her to take a walk to calm down. So, Nat holds up her hands in surrender and goes out the back door to the shed to work on her suit and gear.
In the mean time, Wanda gave you a bath, fed you, and read you a few stories. But when your Mama came in, she was in such a different mood. Even though she may have cooled off and the mess was gone, she stilled looked so angry and sad.
Was she still mad at you?
Days went by, and Nat had not even looked at you. Wanda was taking care of you on her own while Nat took care of herself for the time being.
It was a night like every other, but tonight, more tears fell down your face when you were in bed with Wanda, her lullaby lulling you to sleep.
Once you fell into a deep sleep, the next morning came like it did everyday. Bright, early, and loud. You cried for your mommy, hungry for breakfast and needing some love before the day started.
Wanda happily entered your nursery, smiling as she saw you sat up in bed with Leo your hands. She frowned at your expression, more tears on your cheeks and a sadness in your eyes she just couldnât pinpoint.
Carefully, Wanda sits on your bed with you.
âAre you alright, little one? I donât like seeing those tears,â she frowns, swiping her thumb across your cheek. You donât answer her, only crawling into her arms and hiding your face in her neck. Wanda sighs and kisses your forehead, softly rubbing your back to comfort you.
âSâmama still mad aâme?â Your small voice quivers with worry as you ask, not understanding why Natasha was turning a cold shoulder to you.
Now that Wanda has pinpointed where these emotions were coming from, she says âOh sweetheart, no, sheâs not mad at you,â she pauses, tightening her arms around you. âSheâs just a little confused, thatâs all. Silly mommy forgot to talk to mama and tell her we had a visitor from Uncle Tony.â
Nodding in response, you sniffle softly. Your tummy rumbles and you look up to your mommy. Wanda smiles and gently sets you at the top of your bed again, scooting up to sit next to you. Again, she pulls you into her arms and lifts her shirt over her breast.
She hums softly as you latch onto her nipple, the milk from the pills she took flowing into your mouth. Your hands gently hold her breast, and you close your eyes.
After youâre full, you sit up and start to scoot off the bed. Wanda tilts her head and starts to follow you. âWhere are you going, tiny?â She smiles, helping you off the bed when you whimper. Even though you can get off the bed perfectly fine, you still wanted your mommyâs help.
âGonna go find mama and give da cuddles she need,â you say with determination. Wanda chuckles and takes your free hand.
âHere, Iâll help,â she says, following you as you gently pull her out of the room.
Natasha was at the kitchen table, reorganizing the files that Tony had been looking through and making sure that nothing was stolen. You were nervous to go see her, and Wanda could tell. But she gave you a gentle nudge when you looked up at her, your mama not yet noticing your presence.
You took a step forward, and softly tapped on Natâs shoulder. The woman turns her head and looks up at you from her spot at the table. You looked at her, and then the papers, and back to her. With lots of bravery, you reach for her hand, holding it and pulling her up.
Nat looked to her wife with a confused expression, a small smile painting her lips too. She followed you as you pulled her to the couch, guiding her to sit. âTiny, what are you doing, love?â A small chuckle leaving her mouth.
You ignore her question and move to Wanda, pulling her to sit next to Natasha. Now that both women were sat, you climbed onto their laps and settled you bum right between them. Your head lays on Nats chest, and your legs rests over Wanda lap.
âDon wan yous to be mad at me anymow,ââ you whisper, tears causing small stains to appear on Nats grey tank top. Her face softens, and her arms wrap around your body, holding you against her.
âSweet girl, mamaâs not angry with you anymore, mama was just busy and hadnât been able to spend time with you,â she explains, feeling guilty when she heard you sniffle. âI promise Iâm not mad, ok sweetheart?â
You nod and look up at her, connecting your lips to hers in a soft kiss. Nat finally understood why you were having a hard time like Wanda told her. She was beating around the bush when she mentioned you werenât doing well. You were just worried that your mama hated you, and that you were still in trouble for something you didnât do.
âIâll be sure to ask before I assume next time, ok?â You nod and smile up at her, kissing her cheek and nuzzling your nose into her neck. The three of you sat on the couch for quite a while, holding each other and reassuring you.
Nat knew she messed up, but she was so glad that you came to her and asked for forgiveness. But she knew better than to allow you to ask for forgiveness, as it was her that should be asking.
And you did forgive her, loving her just the same as every other day you were with them.
OK OK I FINISHED BINGING THE ENTIRETY OF NATLA AND I GOTTA SAY IT WAS A GREAT ADAPTATION!!!
Here are my thoughts so far:
The parts where I still had my reservations for the first half were definitely addressed in the second. There were more Kataang beats, especially in the last three episodes.
Please that whole part before the zutara showdown where Aang goes like "go easy, enough ppl have suffered" and zuko is more or less like "lol it's cute u think i'd hold back" and then aang has this proud little smirk like "oh i wasnât talking to you"đ Also his proud little smirk when Katara is fighting Pakku PLEASE HE IS GOING TO BE THE PROUDEST BF
They covered the most important points and had a decent few scenes of fan service, loved that.
However, the adaptation is not perfect and there are definitely parts that were lacking, at least to me. Primarily, I think they did our girl Katara a little dirty not emphasizing as much on her arc as opposed to Sokka's, for example, and also the way her ascension to master was pretty telly instead of showy
There was definitely something to love in every episode, but I think the weakest ones have to be Omashu and Spirited Away.
My ABSOULUTE FAVORITE episodes were Into the Dark and Masks. Dallas, Paul, and Gordon did SUCH a great job in them. I cannot WAIT for the proper leaves from the vine scene and also to have more of zuko interacting with aang.
ZUKO IS BABY BOY AND DOES NOT KNOW ANYTHING NOT EVEN ABCs đ„șđ„șđ„ș
My favorite was Zuko by far, yes. I think the performance and the was he was written struck the best balance of that goofiness and tragedy atla is originally known for. Thatâs not to say the other kids didn't do a good job, but Dallas' Zuko was by far the best imo
I understand now what the showrunners meant by making the show more mature and serious. I cannot say I didn't like it, but I can see it being an acquired taste especially for the part of the fandom that is more purist/demanding. I like that the focus emphasized more on the consequences of war and that it reflected on the cycles of violence and hurt, what they do to a person and how the wounds pass down generationally. I think this emphasis on war, compassion, kindness, all those things are definitely an important message in this time and day. However, it is a little too serious for my taste, PRECISELY because of the times we are living in. Back when the OG came about the world was in a time of relative peace. But now we get pictures of carnage and genocide mixed in with videos of cute puppies, so it's definitely a different place. It was much easier to understand the gravity of the genocidal/bombing scenes imo, almost to a point that they seemed watered down/kid friendly compared to the real thing that we see on our phones everyday. Because of that, I think erring more on the comedy, the balance between what it ACTUALLY means to be hopeful and not just talking about it, is the one thing the show could improve upon for next seasons.
All in all I am VERY pleased with the adaptation. There were moments where I definitely bawled my eyes out, shouted, and laughed the same way I did the first time I watched the show. All I can say is, for those still on the fence about watching it, so long as you go in with an open mind and with the explicit objective of enjoying yourself, it will be a fun watch.
Do you think Nolan or Thragg would ever be a GirlDad (TM)? Like, I can imagine Nolan finding out his wife is pregnant with a girl, and he thinks he's going to treat her the same as Mark, but then he holds her in his arms for the 1st time and all of a sudden she's Daddy's Little Princess and he's teaching her how to subjugate her enemies during her "princess tea parties" and they're both wearing tiaras cuz "Please daddy?" with puppy dog eyes.
Hooting hollering howling and slapping my knee because I never finished the goddamn post but if you take a gander over here in my drafts
SAME BRAINCELL WOO WOO
That gif is his response to you asking when you get to date lmaooo
I almost wrote like something short for it, and I kind of am constantly bouncing around between "Do I want this to be short or long or what" but I can just imagine daughter Reader and Nolan going at it "you just don't want me to date because you want me to save myself for a VILTRUMITE man, don't you?! Humans aren't good enough, huh?! I'm 'too good for a human man'?!" And he just loses it and shouts back "you're too good for ANY man, you don't NEED any man, I'M the only man you need, I'M your FATHER!!" Like. Nolan is one of those super dare I use the term emotionally incestuous yandere dads
Like. Ok I guess this is a throwaway spoiler because I would be absolutely fucking shocked if they bothered to animate this, it's such a small deal, but like. Idk. Idk. How do I phrase this. "There's another character in the series who also has to deal with their daughter wanting to have A Ho Phase and Daddy Doesn't Like It" and for the love of fucking god Nolan and Thragg wouldn't let you date for absolute shit. No dating, no fucking, you are, their pure innocent sweet but also savage little fierce warrior princess and you are untouched by no man like the goddess Artemis to them.
God. Having a yelling screaming argument where you're just so upset, "OH YEAH WELL YOU KNOW YOUR CHANCELLORS SON, THE ONE I MET THE OTHER WEEK? YEAH, YEAH, I FUCKED HIM, I FUCKED HIM IN MY BED, IN THE HOUSE YOU PROVIDE FOR ME, HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, DADDY" and that's like OH MY GOD you've cut them so deep it's like actual fucking sacrilege to them. The EMOTIONAL DAMAGE. Fists are nothing knives are nothing bombs are nothing BUT HEARING THAT THEIR BABY GIRL GOT DEFLOWERED? It's like a fucking DEBUFF. Imagine you scream at Nolan about how you sucked off a Viltrumite HIS AGE and he just PHYSICALLY STUMBLES, HAS TO REGAIN HIS BALANCE, HAND OVER HIS HEART
And Thragg is, obsessively hollering about how you're the Grand Regents daughter and you're of too high status for any of these males, just screaming at you, "WHY DID I CATCH THAT MAN'S TONGUE IN YOUR MOUTH? HE IS BENEATH YOU" and you hit him with "YEAH HE WAS BENEATH ME, AND BEHIND ME, AND ON TOP OF ME--" and Thragg gets so fucking RED, I feel like he's one of those wall punching dads. He won't ever hit you but he might manhandle-grab you and physically intimidate you at times. Thragg can just give you The Look and you INSTANTLY know you're in for a punishment, or that he's absolutely furious, and you're on your knees, "Please Daddy I'm sorry I didn't mean it, I was angry, please don't be upset with me, i-i-i just dont like you being disappointed in me, i love you and i want us to get along đ„ș" and like. Obviously it works. But. He's not mad at YOU, he's mad at THE GUY, so, as cute and effective as buttering him up or even just genuinely being afraid and pleading earnestly is, you're not his target. The guy's still getting, tortured and maimed or something. But thanks for telling Father you love him, that'll perk him up during his next planet raid â€ïž
BUT NO LITERALLY ACTUALLY Nolan with his knees bent in a little tiny plastic chair nearly on the ground with his little fake cup of tea as he sits there having "tea" with you and your Princess Ladybug doll and he's all, "now sweetheart, what did we learn today?" "That if we defeat our enemies, we should also take out their family and their allies, so they don't come back for vengeance?" "Yes sweetie, that's so good, you're so smart đ„°"
Nolan/Thragg getting in a physical fight and they could be getting maimed and disembowled or taking punches and it's like whatever, they're still chilling, but, do some shit like, knock their treasured keychain out of their pocket that you gave them or an embroidered handkerchief or just a little personal photo of you they keep on them gets ruined in the scuffle, oh, oh, NOW they're fucking pissed, NOW they've got some serious unfinished business in this fight and their opponents get DEMOLISHED and they're sitting there pouting with their broken/ruined thing you gave them because even if they got a new one from you, this one still had memories and sentimental value
I feel like similar to parents keeping baby teeth, Thragg would keep things like, first weapon you ever trained with, memorial photo of your first spar with another child that you won, your first flightsuit, a toddlers toy that was crushed on accident because you suddenly got your powers and had far too much strength than you knew what to do with. And Nolan, if he's raising you on Earth with Debbie, he's at all your school functions, whether it's dancing or sports, and if you aren't in those things, he encourages you HEAVILY (it totally isn't. Training or anything or making sure you're staying fit and active for anything in the future hahaha). He's taking photos and cheering in the crowds. He wants your art in his office. He wants to play games with you once you get your powers. He buys a case for any medals and trophies to proudly display.
Also like do you have any idea how much of an actual phenomenon it is, I've seen videos of it, where dads basically have infinitely more sympathy for their new daughters when they already have sons. I distinctly remember a video where a man was holding his second-born, his first daughter, and he was like weeping because he was feeling intense empathy for his infant daughter because she was crying and looking at him as he held her, and the wife was filming and it was captioned "he never did this with our son" and like. LMAO, THAT'S NOLAN WITH YOU WHEN YOU CRY. THAT'S THRAGG SUDDENLY GIVING A FUCK ABOUT ONLY YOU SPECIFICALLY AFTER LIKE TONS OF KIDS.
Daughter Reader would definitely be their spoiled little princess but you're also their spoiled little princess under very specific terms of CONTAINMENT AND SURVEILLANCE. You've got curfews, they need to know who your friends are, what families do they come from, what do their parents do. They'll treat you like a princess but they'll also socially isolate you from others and. Basically control your life. And if you ever try and pull away from Dear Old Dad, well. Viltrumites can have some pretty extreme reactions. Will Nolan have to disfigure that boy you won't stop talking to? Will Thragg have to build a pretty little cell so that his adult daughter doesn't sneak out to drink and fuck unknown men? That's up to how much of an obedient faithful daughter you want to be. Don't make them do something only you will regret â€ïž
Jfjfkfm EDIT; I ALSO TOTALLY MISSES YOU SENT THIS
No but absolutely you're sitting there in your little costume jewelry as you twist a barbie doll and wring her like a towel "for disobeying High Queen Princess Barbie" and here's Thragg, "that's very good. The chain of command should always be respected" and you just happily start chattering away in that "im a small child and I don't know how to keep secrets or lie" kind of way
"Then Teddy Mason from down the street chased me into the woods and I kept telling him to stop but he kept using a stick to pull up my skirt so I grabbed him by the leg and threw him up into the air so he went SPLAT when he came back down!!" And you bang your little hand down on your table and Thragg is nodding in approval and Nolan just comes in looking mortified because he has no idea why Thragg is there until he. Sees that you're putting all kinds of stupid plastic hair clips in the man's hair and even his mustache and giggling and putting stickers on him And Thragg Is Just Totally Letting It Happen. Just totally casual, "Ah Nolan, you're finally here" and stands up to talk to Nolan with you in his arms or on his shoulder or just, hovering around him continuing to play with all the hair clips while your very horrified father is wondering what alternate dimension he just stumbled into to see the Grand Regent so. Calm.
The two men go into the other room "to have a grownup talk" and are they talking about the invasion? About Viltrum? No, Thragg is demanding to see all your baby photos as Nolan starts pulling out all his photo albums with absolute glee
Sexiest Podcast Character â Unscripted Bracket â Finals
Propaganda
Glenn Close (Dungeons & Daddies):
#Propaganda for Glenn Close: one of the other PCs mentions multiple times how hot he is #Actually several characters point it out but especially Henry #Also the only person in a podcast that has to put a disclaimer about not being a BDSM podcast to have had sex during the course of the show
Young hot rocker dilf
Loyal to his dead wife <3
Does in fact smoke weed
BARD!! HES A BARD. HE WAS LEAD GUITAR IN HIS BAND (that he was kicked out of)
His band was a Christmas cover band btw.
Literally the fandom had hot Glenn summer which consisted of drawing him being incredibly hot and sexy
Anti government (ofc)
Kind of cringefail (Disney adult) (was on dilfs of disneyland)
Young and sexy not your style? Then how about HIM AFTER YEARS LOCKED IN A TIME PRISON WITH A DAMN HANNIBAL MASK ??
Lost an eye and wears a fucking eyepatch
One incredibly buff arm
Has a pet rat named after his son <3
Immeasurable amounts of trauma in this man- becomes progressively more unhinged
OH OLD HUMAN BARD ISNT CUTTING IT? FINE
HE BECOMES A FUCKING DEMON
A COOL HOT ONE-EYED DEMON WHO WANTS TO KILL HIS DAD (also sexy)
HE CANONICALLY ENDS CHRISTIAN HELL VIA CHRISTMAS
IS ALSO WAY OVERLEVELED
Becomes a demon hunter for the rest of his existence
Also nonwhite !!! We are done with cringefail whiteboys !!!!!!!!!
I canât put into words ok just know he is the best plz love him.
Okay but Glenn made a minivan cum by talking to her so
HE HAS A BOOK THAT HE MARKS XâS AND CHECKS FOR EVERY DAY TO SEE IF THAT DAY WAS A SUCCESS OR NOT. TO SEE IF HE DID GOOD THAT DAY. ITS ALMOST ENTIRELY XâS. HE WAS CUCKED OUT OF A SON. AND A DEAD WIFE. HE DIDNâT EVEN GET TO KILL HIS DAD IN REVENGE. Thereâs absolutely nothing going for him except his sex appeal in his life. Nobody he loved remembers him. He lost his eye. All he has is a pet rat and friends who admit they donât really like him that much. He was kicked out of his own band. The band was named after him. He was kicked out of the Glenn Close trio. All he could do was deez nuts the big bad and be sexy. If nothing else, then pity him. Look in his eyes. Look at his heart and soul. He did not do the BDSM episode for this Iâll tell you what. Do this for my his sake. Do it for Nick Jr, who needs the prize money to pay for his rat snacks. Do it for his son. For Morgan. Ganbatte.
Glenn is the goofiest sexiest character there is and I will die on this hill! I will ride into battle for him! what Dndads created is truly unique and Glenn is a key part of that and for that he deserves to win. I said it before and I'll say it again - GLENN SWEEEEEP
Can we talk about how he says âbabyâ casually? Like he just calls people that?? Thatâs HOT. THAT IS HOT!! Heâs also bilingual and knows Japanese!!!! Heâs a big dumb idiot with a lot of charisma!!!!!! HE WORKED AT A BDSM PLACE FOR TWO SEPARATE ONE SHOTS. HES SO SAD BUT PLAYS IT OFF LIKE HEâS CHILL ALL THE TIME!! HE DOESNâT THINK OF HIMSELF AS SINGLE BECAUSE HE DIDNâT DIVORCE HIS DEAD WIFE!!! Heâs like.. the perfect guy. We need this win.
Iâd also like to add the fact I made this. Which is the first 11 episodes edited to (almost) only have Glenn in them <3 which is a level of insanity I hope to reiterate. These took hours to make. I wouldnât do that for anyone else.
vote Glenn I am asking with the biggest saddest eyes possible đ„șđ„șđ„ș he is so sexy it's pathetic and also so pathetic it's sexy, no I can not possibly adequately elaborate just trust me
Mod Note: While I will still take "bad dads are sexy" propaganda and "bad dads aren't sexy" anti-propaganda, I kindly request no more discussion on whether or not he was a bad father. This is a sexypoll, not a parentingpoll. If you see a post you strongly disagree with, you can just not reblog it.
Mod Note 2: This tournament is about fictional podcast characters. Please do not vote for the real actress Glenn Close.
Gable (Campaign: Skyjacks):
7ft tall silver-haired thembo of a fallen angel. was the literal sword of god until they killed him! reasons slightly unclear but probably sure to forbidden queer love! super caring for their friends. has one friend they have known for hundreds of years who they HATE but are bound to by the red string of fate. their sword is a part of them, they can sheathe it into a tattoo. they start out indistinct at the edges but as they have continued on through the campaign they have become more and more distinct. they became a flaming engine of justice to kill their friends shitheaded older brother who was following him. they have learned enough necromancy to allow other fallen angels to die, even though they typically cannot. they fly giant birds in to battle.
7ft tall beefcake wielding a sword as tall as they are. vengeful sweetheart
Imagine now: a fallen angel with beautiful gray hair and very big muscles. Now imagine them with a 9 ft sword. Now imagine them as a helmsperson of a pirate ship in a flowy deep-v pirate shirt. Now imagine they're dumb as a fucking rock. And finally, imagine that they killed god. Here, you have made Gable Skyjacks: sexiest podcast character of all time.
7ft tall nonbinary/genderfluid thembo fallen angel sky pirate who wields a buster sword. silvergrey hair with black/gold streaks as they regain feathers/memories of before their fall. back is covered in tattoos that hide the scars of their shredded off wings. killed God. toxic exes with lucifer. they are the keeper of several giant war birds who occasionally crave human flesh. they enjoy getting rowdy/smoking rope with their boys. they collect rocks that they think are neat. When anyone admits they are attracted to them, Gable trips over their words and absolutely swaglessly ends up sounding stupider and sexier by the end of the conversation; the will they/won't they and teasing they dish out to these (un?)lucky few is palpable. Sometimes the buster sword is on fire. They are immortal, they are cringe, they are trying to atone because they believe they are the reason the world is ruined.
Okay so aside from all of the above (giant with a matching giant flaming sword, killed god, extreme dumbass), here's some more propaganda for Gable the Godkiller.
They've escaped death multiple times with their partner in... crime? Like literally they were about to be executed in the most brutal way possible and just. Escaped and killed all their captors in the snowy wastelands.
They are the helmsperson of the Uhuru and take this job very seriously and definitely haven't left it to Bowser (you know, like from Mario) multiple times. Can steer that flying ship in horrible weather and still make it to port safely.
Healed an entire fucking hospital by cutting their hair for someone they had the hots for who was also in the hospital. Imagine being on that level of myth making in some random port city because of a hair cut.
Giant bird caretaker and also took the giant birds out on their friend's bachelor party (this was like. his Xth polyamorous marriage at this point btw) and had a fucking blast getting high on some rope and fucking around. They've also flown these birds into combat and looked cool as hell doing it (see: killing their friend's shithead of an older brother in a joust).
Had a relationship with Lucifer the Morning Star before they fell as an angel and killed God. Literally the reason the stars fell was their love for each other. The world would not look the same without Gable and they are, at the very least indirectly responsible for the creation of the Church of the Slain God and everything it represents (fantasy Catholicism).
And also yeah they are regularly tripping over themself and saying very silly things. 10/10 character we love Liz Anderson and Gable in this house
I am seeing people say that this Nicky fellow is basically trans! That's very cool! Gable is actually trans. Pronouns they/them/any presentation whatever they feel like.
Gable held a bachelor party for a BFF where the attendees hunted from their sky birds, wore dresses, and still managed to keep their eyeliner on point!
Gable killed God because he wouldn't let them be queer. They should rightfully crush anyone in their path.
We are finally going up against a character I know. I can confidently say all sexy moments with Gable are much sexier than TAZ's largely off-screen romances. Mod Note: This was written during the poll versus Killian Fangbattle.
But seriously. Listen to Gable's most recent introduction. Unparalleled sexy thembo introduction! Context: The Captain's Council is at a magical tattoo/piercing parlor (which has a lengthy form and disclosure process), trying to stay below the radar, and the Captain and Jonnit are pretending to be father/son to keep up the ruse. And to let Jonnit get a tattoo, since he's technically sort of underage. Bonus: Gable's decision at the tattoo/piercing parlor and noping out of Orimar and Jonnit's acting. (You should check out the full episode! Episode 197 starts a new arc and a good point to step into the series!)
Nicky Close (Dungeons & Daddies):
One armed half-demon man with a sword (also a Dedicated, Involved, Loving Father). (Specifically campaign 2, where he is an adult)
Transmasc bisexual (or at least so widely accepted as such it's basically canon) dilf half-demon let's start with the basics
And by half-demon I mean the literal prince of Hell
But also simultaneously is Saint Nicolas get you a man who can do both specifically this man
Missing an arm cause his ex-friends tragically betrayed him and shot it off but he doesn't need two arms to show you a good time wink wink ;)
The betrayal in question forced him to be seperated from his also hot milf voice actress wife and their son which is sad but in like a way that makes him sexier
Uses his one hand to wield a flaming katana that he used to rescue his son from the FBI
Protects his family with his life very literally which is hot as hell
Big himbo energy couldn't come up with a good plan if he used 100% of his brain
When he does fail at things it's pretty cute honestly
Definitely played a variety of musical instruments before the whole arm thing happened! Maybe he still does idk he's a sexy mystery
2 in 1 deal! This man was born from the merging of two timelines! Kinda sick!!! Also two dads = twice the daddy issues
You'd think the whole being forcibly split from his family thing would mean he isn't very close with his son but nope! His son adores him! They get along great!!!
His mom is simultaneously alive and dead
His mom bagged fucking two different dudes (one of whom FOUND HER DEAD in a different timeline, both of which are demons)
HIS MOMS NAME IS MORGAN FREEMAN, HIS DADâS NAME IS GLENN CLOSE, AND HIS OTHER DADâS NAME IS JODIE FOSTER, AND HIS GREAT SOMETHING GRANDFATHERâS NAME IS MERYL STREEP
HIS SONS NAME IS TAYLOR SWIFT
Lifelong pot smoker đ (plus drug flower user!!)
CANONICALLY BOTH A POLO WEARER (and yes, has all the stereotypes of that attached with it â a nerd, which is hot) AND A LEATHER JACKET WEARER (which also has all the stereotypes attached with it â a rebel dude person, which is also hot) [<- all widely accepted as canon by the fandom even as heâs older]
A part of the SECOND BIGGEST ship of season two, (Nark) despite the two characters only having one-two canon interactions (one of which JUST happened last episode)
Manâs a himbo whatâs hotter than that
So many fucking names. You try to tag him in anything and he takes up half the space. Thatâs probably hot. For someone out there
This was already mentioned but so very very trans. Like. Itâs basically canon
Rock and roll(er)
Joined a group of thieves called the watermice when he was like 13
for a few minutes had a guitar called the Battle Axe of Hatred
definitely had an frienimies with benefits relationship with his childhood friend Lark (sorry ppl that donât ship nark lol) (itâs canon after ep 44 hah)
I feel like the audio of the entire Nick-breaking-into-the-FBI scene should be propaganda, but I'm copying select bits from the transcript:
Anthony: Yeah, it kind of echoes up through the vent, like the beginning of Metal Gear Solid. You hear a voice that strikes you as ever so slightly familiar, Taylor. Sayingâ ??: [a deep voice] [echoing in the vent] Where is he? Anthony: You hearâ Will: Uh-oh, heâs hot. Anthony: âa bunch of shouting voices. [giggles] Beth: Uh-oh! Anthony: You hear a bunch of shouting voices and people shouting for him to get down on the ground to turn off his flame. To fucking get his hands behind his back. You hear this rhythmic stepping forwardâ because his footsteps don't sound like anybody else's because it's almost like⊠yâknow when you toss a little bit of water onto a really hot pan and it just sizzles like that? It's like every footstep he's taking, you can hear thatâ Freddie: Cool Anthony: â and you can feel some of that heat coming up in this vent, even though you can't see him at this point. And he goesâ ??: [echoing] Where. Is. My. Boy? Anthony: You hear the FBI agentâthe FBI in quotation marks agentâin the back going likeâ Agent: [echoing] He's safe for now. If you want to go ahead and make sure that he stays that way, you feel free to go ahead and step inside the suite that we've prepared for you, my boy. Anthony: And you hear the hot guy voice sayingâ [chuckles] The Hot Guy: [echoing] I don't think that's going to happen.
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[a powerful rush of air builds] Anthony: You hearâ [gunfire, and the air rush culminates in a burst of flame; from underneath the fire, metal music starts playing] Anthony: âplumes of flame exploding. [a personâs pained shout, gunfire and bursts of flame continue] Anthony: You can feel the heat radiating through this metal vent and it's actually beginning to hurt and burn your hands.
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Anthony: And you hear bloodâ [sizzling] Anthony: âhitting the fucking ground and you hear sizzling and things boiling and burning. Taylor: That could just be coffee! That could just be coffee. Link, let's go. Anthony: And you are getting closer and closer to the elevator. And you hear that same hot voice sayâ The Hot Guy: [echoing] Where the hell is Taylor?
Gable and Nicky Together:
We are on a joint ticket now! This is a truly unbeatable combo. Not even god can nerf it because Gable killed him. Vote for us. Nicky Close will watch your stuff and play with your cats while Gable gives you the night of your life.
Gable and Nicky can literally be yuor angle or ur bevil.
Art of Gable and Nicky from @slightlyhopefulromantic.
Hi there, I sent a request a while back, but I probably did it wrong, because Iâm not good with technology haha. If you want, would you please do a daddy!Loki imagine where female reader is having a rough period, and she wakes up after she leaked on the bed and she slips further into littlespace because sheâs hurting and stressed and scared, and daddy!Loki is just super kind and he helps her clean up and itâs just general fluffđ„ș I have pretty bad periods and I slip into littlespace a lot of the times when Iâm on them, and I just really want Daddy Loki to help take care of me. If you donât want to do this because it makes you uncomfortable, I totally understand! I really love your work, and you are so talented! xx
Too Small To Talk
Pairing: daddy!Loki x little!reader
Warnings: Age Regression, period, mentions of blood, fluff
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Your period had just started and it was already bad you had started to feel little but put that aside. You were just ready to sleep.
"Loki can you grab me some more tampons from the supply closet please?" You ask.
"Yes of course darling."
You only used a light tampon since your period was just spotting. You and loki got ready to bed. You decide to only sleep in your shirt. You also decided to be little as you drifted off to sleep with loki reading poems to you.
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You woke up in the middle of the night feeling wet. You didn't know what had happened. At first you thought you had wet yourself. You turned on your bedside table light to discover you were bloody.
"Daddy! DADDY!" You try and wake your daddy up by shaking him eventually he wakes up. He also has some blood on him.
"Darling what is it?" He grumbles.
"I bwed frough ma tampon," you were starting to feel really small and nonverbal.
"OK baby let's get us cleaned up."
Loki carried you to the bathroom taking off his clothes and your shirt. He sat you on the toilet and gently helped you take out your tampon. He ran you both a bath and sat in it with you. He slowly massaged your tummy and back to help with the pain. He washed your body with such gentleness you started to fall asleep.
"Baby you can't fall asleep just yet we have to get you changed."
"Mmm," you were to small to talk.
"Is my darling to small to talk," Loki asked but all you could do was nod and hum an answer.
Loki sat you on the toilet once again after helping you into one of his shirts and a pair on panties. He helped you insert a stronger tampon and a pad to just be sure you won't bleed out again. He thought you bled out because your period got strong during the night and the light tampon was to weak to help you.
Loki carried you back to bed and tucked you in. He left you to make you some red raspberry leaf tea to help your cramps. After he came back he cuddled up to you while you drank your tea. You were so happy just to have a daddy like Loki.
"Dadadadadadada!"
"I love you to darling dear."
Loki gave you your paci and sat you on top of him. You were fast asleep within ten minutes.
Hello, please can you do prompt 18 with &team Euijoo? đ„ș Since members says that he is very kind and sweet I thin it suits him ⥠and also because I've been feeling under the water:( Thank youuu
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êȘà§Thanks Too: EJ, &Team, Anon
êȘà§Note: helllooo, I hope you're feeling better than when you did when you sent in this request, if it's not what you wanted or you want something different dont be shy you can come tell me sorry this took a minute my dog is having health issues, which is stressing me out
êȘà§CW/TW: pet names "baby" "pretty" "love" : food : feeling down : mentions of not being good enough :
êȘà§Prompt: 18.) I don't care what people say
07/19/24
Through the entire day, EJ noticed how low you're energy has been, usually with him you get super talkative, and hyper but it's only been him talking you're ears off and trying to get you to do things, "here baby, you need to eat" he said softly putting some of his food in front of you, shaking you're head no you gently scooted the plate back to him, sighing he scooted closer to you, putting the plate in front of you again he brought food to you're mouth.
"here, I'm being serious" he said, his eyes resembling a baby deer, "please for me" he pleaded again trying to get you to eat more food, sighing you took a small bite. He smiled happy he got you to at least eat something, "now...what's bothering you?" He asked setting the fork down, gently grabbing on to you're hand. You shook you're head, Euijoo's small smile dropped into a deep frown at you're action, "it's ok, love you can tell me anything" he assured again, gently rubbing his hand up and down you're arm in a comforting manner. With a sigh you finally spoke "I just feel...down" you tried to find the right words, Euijoo nodded his head, comforting you.
"Like not good enough in a sense" you gulped as you spoke, EJ shook his head, placing his hand on you're jaw gently facing you towards him "you're more than good enough, so many people can agree to what I said, you're loved by everyone" he softly blinked at you, standing you both up so he can hug you. Placing you're head on his chest, listing to the rhythmic beat of his heart, he continued on "not only are you an amazing person, you're so talented, and strong willed...I've met so many people who told me they admire you" his chest vibrated as he spoke, making sure you got every word he was letting out.
"Not only other people, but I admire you as well, I'm so beyond lucky to have someone as pretty, smart, comforting, funny, kind and so much more" he continued, now slowly rocking you two back and forth. "you're genuinely, the greatest person I've ever met" he finished, placing a small kiss on the crown of you're head, his words added a sense of reassurance, even if you are a little skeptical, you knew EJ wouldn't lie to you, that in itself gave you closure for everything else.
Note: ok first off anon please marry me I'm such a whore for compliments I'm like Rachel (from friends) when she's pregnant, you compliment me I give you EVERYTHING you ask for. Second off, I'm assuming you meant x reader so I went with that! If you meant only about Sejanus' character, please tell me and I'll write those too :D
Pairing: Sejanus Plinth x gen!reader
tw: none babes pure fluff
Sejanus Plinth will literally do anything for you, and it is not an exaggeration.
"Sejanus I'm cold."
"I wish I could control the weather to make you feel warm, but since I can't, here, have my jacket."
If you're sick, for example a fever, he'll take the whole day off/skip Academy just so he can take care of you. He doesn't care that he might get sick as well. You're hungry? He'll prepare you a soup just like his Ma' taught him. You're cold? All the blankets you need are on the way.
He'll also help you take your pills, medication, anything you may need!
He helps you study, I feel like Sejanus is very good at school (he is in canon, if I'm not wrong) so he's 100% up to help you with your classes.
He'll make cards with questions to ask for any upcoming test you may have, and give you a cookie he made for every correct answer! Or a kiss, too.
... he'll strip down for every correct answer if you want it to he nsfw. up to you.
Cuddles!! All the time!
Sejanus is a listener, he loves listening to you talk. Especially if it's something you love, like your favourite book or simply a special interest you have
Picutre this: you're sitting on your bed talking, as Sejanus is laying on his side next to you listening to and at some point he zones out, which you notice.
"Sejanus? Are you listening?"
"Sorry darling, got distracted by how beautiful you are."
And you get flustered and blush and feel like you're 12 with your first crush
He's so smooth with his flirting??? So so damn charming.
He LOVES to make you flustered, he gets so happy when he sees how red in the face you get after a compliment
He's so protective and jealous of you too, but that doesn't admit it because he's a bit ashamed of that. Even after you reassure him it's fine and that it's normal.
He's so nervous when you meet his Ma' for the first time, but she loves you the second she lays eyes on you
This is a Strabo Plinth hate account so he's not there â€ïž
Take this one in a modern au probably, but she'll totally show you embarrassing Sejanus baby pics
He's not a huge fan of pda but he'll hold your hand any time he has the chance. In class, in the hallways, at home, as you walk
He always spoons you. Idc if you're taller my man WILL be the big spoon.
in a modern au again, you're watching your favourite movie which he hasn't seen but he's so confused
"Wait who is he" "Oh is he the bad guy?" "What is going on?" "I don't understand, why did they do that?"
Though it's probably just so you get to talk about and he knows how much you love to talk about it
He'll read for you if you ask him to!
As I said he's very jealous (ahem insecure ahem) but he trusts you, so it's the cute kind of jealousy
He's always reminding you that he loves you, both by buying you gifts or just by telling you.
Please remind him you love him too or he'll cry
and me with him
You don't want him to because you don't want him to spend money on you but the only reason he'd use his father's money is to buy you gift or take you out on fancy dates
idk how to make it pretty iâm sorry :( also i donât care too itâs 2AM over here TEEHEE
Many way, NSFW Cove Holden Headcanons!!
MDNI, ofc you silly??2!2, Talk of switch Cove, sub leaning switch Cove, Soft dom Cove, COVE WHIMPERS AND MOANSSS IM TELLING YOU UGH?!2!2 Not much mention of reader but everything should gender neutral! heâs so pretty ok iâm done gn
Starting off strong, in my nasty olâ mind, Cove is indefinitely a switch!! Common knowledge, maybe but I also think he wouldnât be like a sub leaning switch or a dom leaning switch, heâs very 50/50!
BUT, if he did lean towards either or, I feel when you first start getting intimate with one another since heâs inexperienced, heâd definitely be sub leaning!! He lets you take the lead especially since heâd be a little nervous, what if he ends up hurting you? You teach him how your body works, where to touch you and what feels good.
The first time you touch him, the man practically MELTS in your arms and you CANNOT tell me Cove doesnât whimper. Itâs a simple handjob, but heâs just SOOOOO sensitive, he canât help himself! He canât stop himself from bucking into your hand as you work his cock with your soft hands, barely able to form proper sentences as he whimpers in your ear how good it feels, rambling on about how much he loves you.
SHUT UP HE GIVES LIKE DAZED SMILES AND KISSES CAUSE IT FEELS SO GOOD MY BRAIN IS SO BIG!,())23?
Sorry anyway, it gets better when you suck him off for the first time. Baby would be so nervous, but when you wrap your lips around him for the first time, heâs gone. In absolute euphoria. Imagining heâs sitting on the edge of the bed and your between his legs, his hips tremble as he tries to keep himself from rocking into your mouth but itâs just too much for him, he wouldnât know what to do with his hands so he either has a death grip on the sheets or a hand on the back of your head.
STOPPP, HE BITES HIS LIP TO STOP HIMSELF FROM MOANING SO LOUD FUCKKKK??$);)$â
Iâll do like first time putting it in another day CAUSE I HAVE TOO MUCH TO SAYYY??/)2!
Iâm getting carried away sorry, but as you guys get older and heâs more experienced thus is where I introduce to you: Soft Dom! Cove, LIKE TELL ME THAT DOESN'T SOUND SO GOOD?)2))2
In another universe heâs a pleasure dom but SHUTURPvhwbqbw!!)
This man will literally neglect his own needs in the bedroom because he wants you to feel good before anything else. He loves to see the kind of faces you make, and the way you cling to him when heâs making you feel so good, reminiscent of how you treated him when he was inexperienced.
While I do agree with the Cove wanting you to sit on his face HC, HEAR ME OUT!! He instead has you standing up while heâs on his knees for you, strong arms keeping you on shaky legs, as you cum in his mouth over and over again, unsure if you want to pull him in or push him away because itâs just too much. This man will have you on your feet until your legs start to give out or until you tell him to stop!!
Not gonna get too deep into positions but LET ME TELL YOU SUM!!!
This man absolutely LOVES when you ride him like PLEASE!! He either has his hands on your hips helping you bounce in it when or wrapped around your waist, fucking up into you.
AND STAR OF THE SHOW, PLEASEEE HE LOVES TO CARRY YOU WHILE YOU FUCK!!1!2? Like it takes a while for him to realize how much he loves it, but once he does he cant stop?2!2 He loves how he can see all your beautiful expressions while he makes you take his cock, either holding you up himself or has you pressed against a wall he, pressing his warm body against your own.
IMAGINE HIM HOLDING YOU UP WITH ONLY ONE ARM THATS FUCKING CRAZY!!2)23
Iâm tired but one last hc its not nsfw but i love giant cove, I love how tall heâs made out to be iâd purposely be such a pick me like âomg Cove your so tall!!đ„șâ EWWWW SORRY BYE?)$$)(
i need more of ur hc content bc it has me literally sweating at the dinner table. thoughts on eren/jean and their feelings ab a daddy kink???? i must know ur ideasâŠ.
hello lovely!! đ„° so sorry for the delay in getting to this!
also i'm sobbing rn because i wrote like half the post and then my phone glitched and i LOST EVERYTHING AHHHH anyway
daddy kink - eren & jean
jean kirstein
your approach on this is really really important. if you just casually ask him one day like, would you be ok if i called you daddy? he would immediately be like wtf absolutely not! because he associates "daddy" guys w like scumbags and he doesn't want you to think of him like that
but then one day he does a favour for you and you say đ„° thank you, daddy! and he doesn't say anything but his brain short-circuits a lil bit... and then you notice him going out of his way to do more nice stuff for you just to hear you say it đ
maybe you guys get into a little argument and jean is 100% in the right so you come up to him and lay your palms on his chest and look up at him w big sad eyes and you're like đ„ș im really sorry, daddy and he immediately pulls away from you with a deep, throaty fuuuckkk because that was WAYYY too hot and now he's already half-hard in his pants
by the time you say it during sex, you already know the kind of effect it has on him. you slip in a lil please, daddy -- harder! and he's going FERAL on you. fucking you into the mattress until you lose your breath and your thighs are sore from his hips pounding against you and you've got bruises all over your body from how tightly he grabbed you
and then he finally says it for the first time on his own and you know you've got him đ he's got his fingers buried inside of you, lips on your throat as you pull at his hair, telling him you're so close, so close, you wanna cum so bad and jean just hums against your throat like uh huh, i want you to cum real fuckin hard for me -- can you do that for daddy? and then you're clawing at his back and crying out as you cum all over his hand and he's chuckling in your ear like that's it, you're so good for daddy, baby đđđ
eren jaeger
same as jean, i think this guy would hate it if you straight up asked to call him daddy. he's definitely got some issues w his own dad, so the idea of you calling him daddy makes him literally recoil in horror
but then you slip it in a couple times during sex and he pretends like he doesn't hear you but you can feel the way he grabs you a lil tighter and fucks you a little harder but if you do it too much he will cover your mouth and be like stop that đĄ but you can see the way his face gets all flushed and his eyes darken
and then one time you say it as you're cumming, daddy, fuck! and all of his resolve crumbles entirely. he buries his face in your neck as your gasping and panting and he's just fucking reeling from how hot it sounds when your voice trembles and how tight you squeeze him when you're moaning and he decides he needs more.
and you're just kinda whimpering in the aftershocks of your orgasm but he keeps going, keeps rolling his keeps, and keeps hitting that spot that has you seeing stars and he's like what was that? what did you just say? and you can't hear the lust in his voice from how fucked out you are, so your instinct is to apologize for pushing things too far but then he's like no, no, no. don't get shy on me now -- say it again.
and you're still not quite sure if he's mad at you twist your face away from him in shame, but then he grabs your chin and tilts you back to face him, looming over you as you blink up at him with teary eyes and all you can do is whimper out a quiet daddy?
and then he smiles at you, sinister, and he's like yeah? is that me? and you can only offer him a quick, desperate nod and he leans down against your ear and this time, you can hear the dark growl in his tone as he says you want daddy to take care of you? make you cum like that again? tell me exactly what you need and daddy will take reeeaaaal good care of you