#a bit of daddy!kink

[thinmintgirl]

tried on this new skirt i got for christmas!

[whirlybirbs]

Obssssssessed with the idea of Toshi being all lovesick and eager to shower Derecho (Also a pro-hero, member of his agency, financially well off) in gifts and fancy dates like a good old fashioned sugar daddy. Like she does not NEED the shiny expensive necklace, or the 5-star dinners, or the custom made leather jackets, or all the high-tech riding gear made by none other than Mr. David Shield she could desire... but he wants to give it to her anyway :)))

Sorry had to give my sickness to you real quick ~`☆

not to be insane on main before sunset, but you're right.

derecho's never been on the receiving end of love like his — she's a brat, but boy does this tame her real quick. she's used to shitty, cheap dates and no manners. she's used to back-handed compliments and bad sex. hell, she was in prison. she didn't think she'd get out and have this sort of life.

she's independent to a fault, too, so when the gifts come in she's very protective of the fact she could buy them if she wanted to... but toshinori is stern about the fact that's not the point. they're gifts for her from him. new tech, new bike upgrades, better support items...

toshi's mother might not have been around for long in his life, but he was taught early on how to treat someone well.

derecho keeps the flowers from their first date pressed in a journal she keeps in her nightstand. she tried to keep them alive for as long as she could. they're roses and they're beautiful and that night she comes home to them after their first date, she cries because how did she manage to get this lucky?

god for-fucking-bid toshinori buys her jewelry.

she's never owned nice jewelry until toshinori yagi.

he's acutely aware of her preference for silver or gold, always having a particular sense for what sort of chain length she needs. he's never once bought her anything that isn't sleek, classy, and very her.

it's strange — to know that someone will go out of their way to chase your happiness no matter the cost. it's oddly protective, incredibly sexy. it's... it's the sort of thing that if derecho thinks about it too long (like, the mental image of him agonizing over racing jacket designs with david for hours... just for her) she will jump his bones so quick.

it only gets worse as they get older and the whole sugar daddy thing becomes persistent — especially on the teacher's salary.

big man loves his smol wife and will buy her anything ever, despite her never asking for anything except the occasional back rub.

— a reference to this fic here ;

[ashe-smash]

You call Vegeta Daddy once and he’s like “My daughter calls me that, what the fuck is wrong with you.”

Divider by me (@/ashesmashe)

[sxibunny]

Bush or clean shaven?

It depends on the day for me

Rn I have a little bit of a bush but it's trimmed down short <3

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Hey S! My mind is in the gutter again (when is it not?) and I mean after all these years Anthony (Mackie) must’ve walked in on Chris and Sebastian doing the dirty.

So imagine: They’re filming catws and I don’t think that Chris and Sebastian would have told him about their relationship. Yeah, maybe they know that Anthony has his suspicions and they’d be okay with him knowing, but they just haven’t had that talk yet, y know. And Anthony’s a smart man, he already knows, gives them knowing glances (we’ve seen them enough in interviews). But then, they go film on a different location and they stay in hotel rooms. It’s already late, maybe they all went out for drinks after filming and Chris and Sebastian got back earlier to have some fun of their own. When they check in and they go to their room, they don’t open all the doors, because they’re too busy getting each other naked and finding the bed.

Anthony on the other hand also came back, he got the room next door. He does open all the doors and sadly, the hotel forgot to close the door that intertwines the rooms (like for families and or people who want a really big room?) and there right in front of him. Is Sebastian riding the living hell out Chris, moaning at Chris’ dirty talk. Anthony screamed like a 9yo girl (he would never admit it) traumatized by the sight, but happy for his friends.

From that moment on Anthony’s their proud supporter and he will forever tease them about their sex life.

Okay so sorry for that, but I needed to get that out and I really want a better writer (like you, Sir;)) to write this.

For reference, my ask box is no longer open for requests, but this is from before I closed it, so I will be writing for this ask.

Hey! Lmao, fair enough, I fucking feel that shit. I live in the gutter at this point. I do not leave. And as far as poor, poor Anthony having to put up with Chris and Sebastian's shit...

May I interest you in this semi-recent ask answer from Minnie (@musette22) on this exact subject? Because, fuck yeah, you're not the only one thinking about it, lol. Also, though, I will add to that ask answer with another fic rec from Minnie that sort of fits the bill. Depending on how you look at it, haha. Technically Mackie doesn't walk in on them, he's already there when they get started, but still, I love the fic! It's "Intervention" by musette22 on AO3. Highly recommend!

Imagine, yes, though, I will 👀

(This was going to be actual smut, but then I couldn't help myself, and it turned into crack, so, my apologies. But I think I had more fun writing Mackie getting punked, anyway 💀💀)

Anthony has been dragged around on his fair share of film sets and he's been in the middle of fucking nowhere for that shit before. Thank you, no thank you, Hurt Locker, in the middle of the goddamn desert with practical explosions that blew them back onto their asses. Literally.

So, he thinks he's pretty damn lucky to have it nice and cushy this time as far as filming locations go. First in Cali, L.A. babyyy, then Washington D.C., and now Ohio. Sure, Ohio is a fucking abyss in the middle but Cleveland isn't so bad. It's nice. The location, the film budget, and his friends. It's all nice. Chris is a good buddy, Sebastian he hasn't seen much of but he's getting to know more every time he does and they have a scene together, and Scarlet, well, Anthony wants to see a hell of a lot more of Scarlet. Maybe before the movie and press are up he can convince Chris to tell him the secret to working on too many fucking movies with the same person. Yeah, that'd be good. He's gonna do that. That's a good plan.

He's set up good. He's got a good life. And he's had a good fucking night, following Evans around in downtown, club to bar to club to club--who knew Cleveland would have so many places to party, goddamn--after a day of relentless filming.

At some point after tipsy but before outrageously drunk, where Anthony is now, Chris and Sebastian split off from the group and disappeared. Anthony didn't let himself worry about it, they got it covered, and knowing how Chris gets when the lights go down, he was probably just off to a different place with some new friend he made and charmed the pants off of. It's no big deal. Everybody's having a good time.

Everybody was having a good time.

Now, he's been shuttled by taxi back to their newest hotel in their string of hotels over these past months of filming and stumbling into the lobby, falling into the elevator, and toddling toward his room as he shoves his hands in all his pockets, searching for wherever the hell he left that keycard. He's got it somewhere. It's a little hard to find, though, when his world is spinning off its axis and he's warm and loose with liquor. His fingers buzz and feel good, but can't really grab anymore.

It takes Anthony a few minutes, swaying in front of his door, to get into his room, but he does eventually. And, for another few minutes, he thinks that's it. That's all the fanfare for the evening, y'all. No more gaggles of lighting and film crews, no more well-meaning but pestering PAs, no more directors calling cut to confer, pressing their heads together like a two-headed expert, no more crowds of sweaty, writhing bodies, dancing, singing along to music loud enough to make his ears ring, rowdy shouts for "shots, shots, shots!" or cheering calls chug whatever is left in your glass. Just him and his hotel room.

After giving up on finding the lightswitch, Anthony's trying to figure out where the fuck his suitcase got dumped by one of the personal assistants without tripping over it or smacking into it first. Fuck it, he'll settle for just not smacking into the corners or walls, never mind his suitcase. It's fucking fine. He can just strip out of his shoes, socks, and pants, fiddling with his belt and dumb, drunk fingers, rip his shirt off, and he'll be good. The pile of clothes he leaves behind like a shedded snaked skin is sober Anthony's problem. That's a morning issue (just like the pounding headache he knows he'll have, but it's fine, tomorrow's Saturday anyhow).

But, his mission to get naked and fall into his hotel bed, ruining the nicely done sheets, and pass the fuck out is interrupted by two things that filter into his conception of the spinning world at once.

One) Someone is knocking? Hitting? Something? Squeak, squeak, squeak, it happens again and again and again. It's probably someone knocking on his fucking door at whatever ass o'clock it is but why the fuck now. It can't be call time already.

Two) His lights are on. Motion sensors? That, or, he hit a switch as he fell into the wall, slapping his hand out to catch himself. What the fuck.

While Anthony is trying to blearily figure out both of those things that hit him at once like a backhand across the drunk, uncoordinated face it comes to him. The understanding, that is.

Ah. Boom. Figured it out. Easy as shit. He's smart as fuck. There's an open door in his hotel room and Chris and Sebastian are fucking so hard that the bed over there, in that lights-on room, is hitting the wall.

Wait--

There's an open door in his hotel room?

Wait.

Chris and Sebastian are fucking?

They're fucking in his hotel room?

What.

Anthony reels back immediately after having just pushed off the wall in the first place, falling back against the drywall and slapping both hands palm-down onto the wall, needing support while his head spins faster than the world around him. He gawks at what he sees, blinking his blurry eyes hard, trying to figure out if what he's seeing it real.

Unfortunately for him, it is.

There's an open fucking door in his hotel room that leads straight to Chris and Sebastian in their room and Chris and Sebastian are all sorts of tangled up.

There's Chris, lazing back against the headboard of the bed. And there's Sebastian, straddling Chris' lap, his legs quivering, his arms trapped behind his back, caught in one of Chris' hands by the wrist, and his neck arched, head thrown back. Sebastian's bouncing in Chris' lap, moving so fast that he's really just a fucking blur of horny movement.

He's riding Chris hard.

So hard, that that's what the fucking noise is. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. Their poor bed is screaming out for help under their enthusiasm, the springs squeaking beneath them, so loud they're nearly the same volume as Chris' voice, rumbling smooth and pressed into Sebastian's throat that's blushing bright pink and looks to have been mauled (oh my god, makeup is going to hate them). Sebastian throws himself into that too, not one to be outdone in his performance, and moans, guttural with its depth yet needy and high in pitch, "d-AH!-daddy!"

Anthony's eyes go so fucking wide they probably fucking bulge out of his head.

Oh. my. god.

This is blackmail material.

Anthony takes a single hysterical, terrible, hilarious second to recognize what the fuck he's seeing--the white-boy fuck he's seeing--and then, instantly, lurch forward the handful of steps he has to make it through, off-balance to get to the door. When he's finally close enough, Anthony slaps a hand out, gets it around the door handle, and slams that fucking door shut, sealing their rooms off from one another. Giving everyone the privacy they all desperately need.

Oh my god, he thinks again, dizzy.

Anthony ends up leaning back against the door he's just rushed to shut, needing support before he falls to the floor in a mess of drunken limbs and fucked-up reaction timing. His heart is beating out of his chest, double time with his alcohol-thinned blood rushing faster, faster, faster. It pumps loudly through his ears.

Chuckling in horror and pure hilarity, Anthony reconciles that he's never gonna fucking look either of them in the eyes ever. again.

What the hell.

He can't believe none of the staff thought to or paid enough attention to shut that door! What are the chances of that? That needs to be on the room clean-up checklist! What if there had been a fucking murderer next door? What if his suitcase and shit were dropped and the person next door just walked through a stole it? Also, fuck, he can't believe neither of them told him! Not the staff, but the idiots fucking next door. He's known Chris for, like, forever. Relationships--friends with benefits, serious, or otherwise--are important!

And, hold on, numbers zoom around in his head, too fast for his drunk ass--when did the first Captain America come out? When would that have been filmed then? How long ago was that? Did they start messing around then? It's gotta be right? And if it is, then it's been a good fucking while. Why wasn't he told? He wouldn't go gossiping, Chris knows that. He wouldn't loved to know. He would've cheered Chris on, he's cool, man. They're friends! Tight friends. That asshole, leaving him out of the loop.

Asshole is the wrong fucking insult to think of because then he's seeing the two of them together all over again in his head and hearing the noises Sebastian was making and, ugh, Anthony shakes his head to get rid of it only, leaning more so back up against the slammed-shut door, Anthony can hear them.

They're laughing.

They're laughing, those shameless motherfuckers.

Laughing and probably kissing because the sounds go quiet for a second but then they're back. And then Sebastian's distinctive, uncontrollable giggle that he gets going sometimes when he's tired and loopy and Chris is making dumb, shitty jokes is there. Half that giggle and half-gasping, moaning sounds that make Anthony have no choice but to pound on the door with his fist (which is probably the liquor talking, if he's honest, there are other options), shouting, "I'm gonna call the front desk and file a noise complaint, you loud fuckers! I swear to god! I am!" He's teasing and his voice is slurred from the drinks he had tonight, so there's no real threat, but it's annoying that those dicks (again, wrong fucking word for his mind's eye) don't take him seriously at all.

In fact, to make matters worse, Sebastian has the gall to sass him back through the wall, loud and almost joyful as he verbally sticks his tongue out at him, "m'kaa-ah!-yy! Mmm-hmm! You, you do that!" Reacting sharply, moaning-gasping more, to whatever Chris is doing to him.

Helplessly, Anthony laughs at him, shaking his head.

What is his life?

How did he get here?

Why are these his friends?

At least, for the most part, they do seem to try and keep it down as much as they can after that. No problem, though, Anthony is already planning to spend the time they keep him up workshopping all the embarrassing jokes he can make at their expense tomorrow. He can't wait to see their stupid faces when he knows and prods at them but no one else does. It's gonna be fucking hilarious. He's hilarious. He'll show 'em. Those assholes.

Bonus:

this video of Mackie [indirectly] calling them kinky

and this picture because it's so funny to me

[xochimillilili]

Yeah yeah I do like fucking while borderline breaking them and making us hurt, but I also just above all love and want to have gentle time with him, a sweet loving time where we have some fun before bed in our own home we've made together

I want to cuddle and have our sweet little everyday evening of cooking and resting, maybe taking a walk, before being all snug and comfy like little pigeons in a cacoon or nest of all our plushies and softest blankets in bed. Slowly flirt and kiss before eventually halfway through watching a movie, my hands are under his shirt as we kiss and lick and bite at each other softly.

Both of us a fucking needy mess of love yous and moaning each others names and cute petnames, before I have him whimpering under me, taking my cock, hugging each other as we both make each other feel as good as possible. Cumming at the same time before cuddling and praising each other, knowing we have the rest of our night and life to take our time and take it softly

[gunnrblze]

Rorke obviously doesn't really have his..package anymore. So I like to think for his partners he uses toys.

But this also means he's into getting fucked too. His dick kinda is a mess so it hurts to use, so he doesn't wank. But he does like getting fucked in the ass.

Wether you are female bodily and using a strap on or a male with yo dick. He'll take it. he won't be facing away from you though, due to trauma he NEEDS to see you are enjoying it too. He'll be laying on his back, legs around your waist hugging a pillow to his chest or maybe your hoodie sniffing it as you slowly thrust. Lovingly at first. You only quicken the page when HE says so. He's in control. Not his old handlers. Not Elias. HE is in control. And he won't loose it.

Aftercare is super important for Rorke too. He'll need to be bathed and cuddled, you eat some fresh fruit together as you ramble about your day. Please ramble to him, let him know EVERYTHING. He'll make sure that if anyone upset you, that they're gone the next day.

He needs reassurances you don't see him as evil and that you understand his motives.

He is also a biter. I mentioned Logan being one a few asks ago but Rorkes more of a biter in the term where he needs to see you with a bite mark to let everyone know you're his. It's not a random urge it's something that NEEDS to happen else he might go insane.

W

ALSO

Imagine Rorke with a daddy kink. Not you calling him daddy but HIM calling YOU daddy.

Or mommy.

He just has a lot of issues outside of the pit too. And it shows when he's whining out daddy/mommy as you pound into him. Letting the built up tears finally fall as he feels safe enough in your arms with your dick/strap in him. At first it's shocking but it's a way he can express himself. And when you're done he acts like nothing happened.

I am DEAD AND DYING!!! This is so good im unable to think

[marlin-blue]

i know lyney's daddy kink goes crazy. wriothesley would discover it and be like haha fun, and then lyney would start babbling about keeping his siblings safe in the middle of sex and he'd be like hm weird but its fine. and then he'd get invited to a diplomatic meeting with the fatui and see lyney pouring arlecchino's tea and carrying his papers, obedient and bright eyed, and the way neither lynette nor freminet are in the room, and then he's like oh god. oh fuck. oh no why does this make it hotter

[renlyslittlerose]

13 of 31 kinktober fills have been completed! I'm still taking a few prompts, so send them my way in the next little while~!

[vfuckedupdog]

Freaky horny in a desperate way

[owners-puppy]

…ouch

[sophiethewitch1]

also, my daddy issues take form in disliking masculine/fatherlike figures on sight so i think that's why i get physically ill when i hear about daddy kink

[ghostlycod]

It’s like every week in the CoD fandom we get a “kink of the week” where randomly almost every writer (or maybe just a few niche ones that blow up) seems to be writing the same kink, so now every recently popular post in the tags and what gets recommended on my feed is all the same kink. And normally I’m into it! I typically have no qualms. I’m a pretty open and freaky person. I absolutely love most of what I see!

but this week is fauxcest. Dear god. Yall can keep the fauxcest.

[prtty-lttl-puppy]

kinda wanna let daddy get me really really baked... kinda wanna let him do whatever he wants to me...

let him turn my brain off and just be there...

[joelscruff]

bye i just thought of the filthiest drabble and i must write it immediately

[swifty-fox]

Just popped in to say the outlaw John fic is one of my fave fics ever and I’ve already reread it 3 times. u are so freaking good man im obsessed.

ur in luck because I am plotting out a sequel that will, hopefully, be even longer