#buddy daddies wall of text

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

You can have the apartment…

Who would have thought that it was Rei who fell harder?

He wanted Kazuki to have his luxurious apartment. It was the house they shared even before they decided to become a family with Miri. I doubt that it is a leasehold property if he declares, “use it however you want.” God knows how many straight couples have wars of the roses—fighting tooth and nail, their reputations on the line—of who’d get the house or the flat among other things. Here’s Rei who just wanted to give it to Kazuki nonetheless. K refused.

Lighter it is then. Rei even committed to not smoking anymore by parting from his lighter as if taking a pledge. Rei obeyed when Kazuki admonished him not to smoke in front of the child because of the smell that lingers on their clothes, etc. He listened like a considerate partner and a respectful parent would do. If they were separating, Rei would love Kazuki to have the huge chunk of what he had, a part of himself. And by god, Kazuki was initially refusing to acknowledge that because he was darn oblivious.

Good thing the separation was short-lived because Rei was determined that they could change for the benefit of raising Miri together. The second balcony scene, methinks, resolved that misunderstanding. Rei grabbed Kazuki’s hands for 25 seconds. And Kazuki knew by looking at Rei’s eyes what his partner meant.

[t2mmytim]

They’ve also already acknowledged that they look like a gay couple in the daycare-finding episode, so I think it’s absolutely plausible that they won’t panic about the other’s gender if they end up falling in love.

(Of course, I recognize that some people panic anyways while questioning or realizing their sexuality, that’s just natural)

Just some lil add-ons I guess. I’m really happy with their family either way and I think I’ll be happy wherever the writers take their relationship. Either way- they love and care about each other as family and I think that’s really sweet.

In all seriousness, I really do think it’s entirely plausible that Kazuki and Rei can (and/or will) fall in love with each other, but I don’t necessarily see them as suddenly looking at each other with attraction and having that “why am I having these thoughts about another man?!” panic moment that seems to be a common trope in anime whenever gay romance is involved. Their relationship isn’t that simple. No, I think it will happen over time in a more subtle way. And I feel like we’ve already begun to see this unfold.

In episode 7, we learn that Kazuki struggles with his grief of losing his wife and unborn child, all while feeling overwhelmed and under-appreciated for all he does for Rei and Miri. He then tries to have a night of fun by gambling and surrounding himself with women, all things he would normally enjoy. But by the end of the night, he’s still miserable. Then he has the conversation with his sister-in-law, and we find out that he feels guilty about moving on and finding happiness for fear of forgetting his past love. But she reassures him that it’s okay to continue living his life. It’s what her sister, his wife, would want. And a small weight is lifted from his shoulders. And when he finally goes back home, and finds a sick Miri sleeping peacefully with a clearly-worried Rei sleeping at her bedside holding her hand, we see Kazuki gazing fondly at the two of them. The look on his face says “These two are my happiness.”

And I think that realization will continue over time. Now that Kazuki no longer feels as guilty about moving on, I think he’ll start to really see Rei as family. As someone he can build a life with. Someone he enjoys spending time with. Someone he truly loves and cares for. And a day will come when maybe he’s out running errands while Rei is at home with Miri, and a woman starts talking to him. Kazuki doesn’t think anything of it at first, but then he realizes she’s hitting on him… and surprisingly, he doesn’t feel any particular way about it. In fact, his mind instead wanders to “I wonder what Rei and Miri are doing. I better hurry back home.”

And Rei… he’ll start to open up more around Kazuki, and show his vulnerabilities. He’s already started doing this with Miri, but I think we’ll begin to see him telling Kazuki more about his past. Maybe not even in a dramatic reveal type of way, but more so in off-hand comments or random stories that he suddenly remembers. And without realizing that things have changed so much, he’ll find that he’s truly enjoying his life with Kazuki and Miri, that he can actually laugh about things and feel relaxed. And one night, as he’s trying to fall asleep in his bathtub, maybe he’ll struggle to get comfortable. So he instead finds himself going to Miri’s room and curling up on the floor next to her bed, and quickly falling asleep. Kazuki walks in to find him, laughs to himself, and without even thinking about it, picks Rei up and carries him to bed. Not Rei’s bed, though. No, Kazuki subconsciously realizes that Rei needed the comfort of having someone next to him while he slept, so without a second thought, he brought Rei to his own bed. And when he went to lie down next to Rei, he was careful not to get too close. He didn’t want to disturb him after all, and it’s not like he had any other intentions but to simply sleep near each other. But the next morning, Rei wakes up to find Kazuki’s arm around him. And it doesn’t even occur to him to move Kazuki’s arm. Instead, he just looks at Kazuki’s sleeping face, feels the warmth between them, and thinks “this… is nice actually.”

And eventually the both of them will realize that they would do anything to protect one another, do anything to make the other happy. And maybe one day they’ll start to see each other in a different light. Maybe Kazuki will begin to notice the way Rei’s eyes light up when he gets a new video game, or maybe he’ll see that one piece of Rei’s hair that refuses to stay in the ponytail and think “hah, that’s adorable.” And maybe Rei will start to compliment Kazuki on his cooking more because he knows it makes him happy, or maybe he’ll take Miri shopping to find the perfect birthday gift for Kazuki but ends up getting several things because this thing reminded him of Kazuki’s smile, and this thing is Kazuki’s favorite scent, and this thing reminded him of that inside joke they had, and this thing…

So instead of looking at each other one day and thinking “why am I having these thoughts and feelings about a man?!”, I think they’ll look at each other and think “this feels right. This makes sense. Of course I have these thoughts and feelings about him.” Because at that point, the love is already there.

[klingonrealitytelevision]

I just realized

If Kazuki can hack into some government system to forge paperwork about his past and employment....

He can almost definitely get the moms group chat logs. This man could be scrolling through the most wild gossip about his little family at any time.

The real question is if he's strong enough to scroll through the entire thing.

[totothewolff]

Chemtrails Over the Yacht Club Collection

[🗯+18][👩‍❤️‍👨 Toto x reader(fem service staff)][💘 Romance][🥵Smut][🎀 Age-gap][❤️‍🔥Daddy Kink][🛳Yacht Culture][✍️WIP]

Summary: The number of sleepless nights you spend thinking about what you would say to his face, to that gorgeous, gorgeous face, if he ever dared to cross your path again. And here you have him, the fucker! Did he get amnesia or something?! Why is he acting so calm? As if Toto didn't leave you the way he did? The fact he still looks at you THAT way after all these years, and he is aging like a fine wine, looking even better with those couple of numbers added to his age. Still fit, still charming, still intimidating, still him, doesn't help you remain angry at him for abandoning the ship. No pun intended.

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3 - Not all who wander are lost

Your life after Toto and college has gotten much better. You like your current job. It's not the highest salary, but it's enough to enjoy yourself, buy cute clothes, and invest in revamping the apartment you once shared with your aunt.

It's nothing glamorous, though. It's just some cosmetic repairs and better decor, but you couldn't imagine affording it before.

Humidity is such a bitch in Monaco. There's more hidden inside those walls than you expected when you started restoring them.

Your phone buzzes in the front pocket of your washed-down tiny shorts, the ones you are wearing right now along with an old oversized T-shirt. A proper attire for working with paint!

A text from an unknown number got in.

"Are you in town?" it reads.

You dismiss it and continue your "Bob The Builder" activities.

"I'm near your place," comes a following text.

"Hi, wrong number! No idea who you are."

"This is Y/N's number, right?"

"Yes... but who is it?"

Now, you need help. You have all your friends and family in your contacts, and then a photo loads in the chat before you can text back.

It's a picture of one of Toto's hands. His long fingers appear in the snap as he is about to press the bell button of your unit's building.

It takes you a minute to grasp the reality of what the fuck is going on.

Okay, this is indeed happening.

This is not one of your fever dreams.

Don't panic! Don't panic!

Fuck. It's been a while.

Fuck! Fuck!

For the past four years, you have successfully avoided the thought of him.

You even feared it, back in the day, knowing quite well what the mementos of Toto did for your body and mind. A lethal cocktail for your mental health and well-being. Self-harm is a dangerous buddy you don't want to welcome back.

You did your best to get clean of him, casting Toto away from your soul and memory till there was left no trace of him in you at all.

And now this?! Shit.

But your body reacts on its own and instinctively for you, hitting the button for the entrance to get open so fast.

A buzzing sound on the front door allows Toto to access your building.

What the fuck?! What was that sort of Spider-Man reflex?! Girl, get yourself together, jeez.

Toto's footsteps on the stairs and a soft knock on your door follow.

You walk so quickly to get the door, more than you feel proud to admit, already feeling the self-love leaving your body by your actions.

Fuuuuuuck.

The view that greets you feels like something out of a stupid rom-com movie. Argh! Toto is the reason why you despise those films and distrust men, romance, and relationships.

He looks gorgeous as fuck! With that stupid beautiful face and those ridiculous bambi eyes, he is putting on, holding those stupid breathtaking flowers, and sporting that perfectly tailored suit, accentuating his best features.

He is aging like a fine wine and looks even better with those couple of years added to his age. Still fit, still charming, still intimidating, still him.

He is holding a massive bouquet for you. In his other hand, he carries a paper bag with a bottle of wine and other items unknown items inside.

"This one is for you." The sound of his deep voice reaching your ears brings back many memories, more than you can handle and you don't know what to do, if you faint, scream at him, or cum.

To your lack of response, he moves to place the flowers in your hands, observing you frozen before him, and then reaches closer to kiss your cheek as a greeting, way too close to your lips and more tenderly and slowly as he should be allowed to.

That warm wet touch you feel in the corner of your mouth takes you out of the trance and back to reality.

This is happening, he is really here. It's not one of those frantic dreams you used to have, ala Bella Swan.

"And this is for your aunt," he adds as he walks past you and enters your place inviting himself in.

He goes straight to leave the bag on the brand-new trendy table you recently bought. That table at the momment is pulled all the way to a corner, away and safe from the chaos and the paint.

Toto is already walking around your apartment as if he had the right to it, checking out what's going on.

"It's a good thing you haven't changed your phone number! That's a nice wall color," he tells you with a big smile, his beautiful teeth showing.

Did he get amnesia?! Why is he acting so calm, as if he didn't leave you like he did and in pieces?

"Us regulars can go with just one phone number our entire lives, you know?" There's a hint of anger hidden in your first words to him. It's been a while, yet it feels like yesterday.

Oh, the number of nights you spend fighting to sleep in your bed, thinking about what you would say to his face if he ever dared to cross your path again, to that gorgeous, gorgeous face.

And here he is, the fucker! What a nerve!

You move peacefully to place the flowers in a vase, which is contrary to how you feel inside. Still, a frown is visible but you hold your feelings. You bite your tongue not to lose it.

Silence reigns for a moment.

"Are you planning on moving out?" Toto asks, his voice lingering with worry and nervousness. He points with his finger to the revamping.

"No, I'm just making it my own since now it's just me here."

His eyebrows go up immediately. "Is your aunt..?" He doesn't get to finish his question as you instantly reply, interrupting him.

"She moved in with her longtime boyfriend. It took her a while to finally decide to move out, she kept returning to the apartment most of the nights just for me, knowing I don't cope well with sudden changes or people leaving abruptly" There's the jab! You go, girl! "She feared I could go back into a bad place... once more." you finish explaining.

"The one you sent me to. Thanks for all the trauma you caused me!" it's what you feel like screaming at Toto, but you don't. You are grasping at composure with your nails.

Toto stares at you solemnly, sensing the mood shifting. "Frankly, it's going better than I hoped for. I'm surprised you are not screaming at me or slapping me so far," he expresses with a smirk, arms on his hips, flexing those biteable, toned arms.

Your eyes finally move from the water stream coming from the tap to face him. Hurt is visible in them. "It's been years, Toto. You chose to move on without me, and so I did."

He clears his throat before slowly walking closer to you, closing the gap between you, and stepping over the splatted plastic covering the brand-new wooden floors of your place on his way to you. It's the only sound heard in the apartment.

You feel a nervousness in the base of your stomach as his towering body approaches, feeling tiny and like a little girl.

"Answer me this question," he looks at you so intensely. You lean back on the kitchenette counter, his big body almost trapping yours against it. "Do you regret me?" he whispers, his body nearly rubbing yours.

You take a minute to answer.

"I do regret..." you answer, with each of your words gaining momentum and you pause to look up at Toto straight in the eyes, confronting him, not letting him win. The man looked so hopeless for a second, and so tempted to break those inches setting you apart and taking you right there in the spot. "...not grabbing that juicy tip you offered me." You let out with a smile, feeling victorious.

You little shit. His facial reaction is a poem.

If he wants to play games this time, they will be with your rules.

-

As the bottle of wine reaches its end and the coat of paint on the wall is almost complete, he taunts you with the fresh brush he's holding, getting you an ivory splat of dye on your forearm with a cheeky smile.

You playfully toss yours on his way, staining his nose too. You two start making a mess, throwing paint at each other.

"Hey! Don't fuck up my clothes! Is this your cheap excuse to make me take off my shirt?" he teases you.

"Oh, no, none of that! I love myself nowadays!" you snap back, laughing.

"Fuck you," Toto pushes you to the side.

"Let's grab dinner somewhere. I'm getting high with this smell! I need some fresh air" Toto invites you.

And you accept.

-

Being around him feels so good. Indulging yourself with him is fixating and delicious, like the most fantastic and fatal drug. You have his full attention, and you can make him laugh and smile like that and make him look at you with those eyes in THAT way.

The moment he reaches your cheek over the table to caress it with his hand and thumb, provoking you to close your eyes, rub against it, and seek more of his touch immediately, enjoying the contact of his warm skin on yours desperately, makes you feel like a trained pet waving his tail to his master, and it breaks something inside you.

God, you used to be so desperate for him, craving anything he gave you. No matter if it were crumbs or leftovers, you would settle for anything to have him even if a little, a taste. Gosh, you were so young and dumb.

-

By the moment you get the question that Toto silently asks you with his imploring eyes, as he drops you back at your place late in the night after spending an honestly great time together downtown, you are strong enough to resist it.

Even after you two just had a, you don't want to throw around the word "date," but yeah, basically, you just had one. You feel powerful enough to shake your head no, even if, in reality, you were scared to death by what Toto provoked in you with the simple touch of his hand.

Oh, and to think there was a time when the mere idea of Toto taking you someplace fancy, out of that fucking Yacht Club, in public, holding the door open for you, pulling your chair, looking at you with adoring eyes across the table, and sharing soft touches and kisses here and there, was something you only could dream of and you used to beg for it to happen.

As you take off his jacket, the one he gave you to keep you warm in the nightly breeze now by the entrance door of your building, Toto's eyes speak volumes to you, almost in a plea to let him inside, not only into you but into your life once more, into your bed and fill you every single inch till your very core.

You feel his nose tenderly brushing yours, the warmth of his mouth brushing your lips, his muscular arm stretching next to your face as he leans in on you.

"Good night, Toto. It was great seeing you," you say almost in a whisper, getting on your tiptoes and kissing him on the cheek before entering back to your place without looking back, without falling for it.

-

Every once in a while, texts from Toto arrive.

-

As the days go by, your chat remains pretty active.

-

Here and there, you two have a casual call to share, you know, life or when important things happen.

-

Maybe once a month, you find yourself Facetiming with him when you feel you miss or need him, even if you hate to admit it, or when he feels he wants to tease you by appearing with his shirt off, just wearing those briefs that leave nothing to the imagination and make you salivate.

-

The number of immediate likes he gives you on Instagram every time you post something —the only social media account you own, and that he has, you are sure he mentioned one he only joined for you— constantly reminds you that Toto is there, looking over you. That you still his girl.

It doesn't matter if you appear in photos hanging out with random dudes or kissing your new Portuguese boyfriend. Toto still leaves you a like, maybe just to let you know he saw it or to remind you he is there for you no matter what.

He gets to know all about your relationships anyway, even the details.

How can the two of you talk about each other's love lives? It's an enigma your friends simply don't get. Speaking of, some of them are team Toto and others just hate him. Calling your weird status as toxic or codependent.

You don't let them know the whole truth, it's mostly about your love life you two talk about.

Toto only has flings, and sometimes, he doesn't even remember the names of the girls he sleeps with. He confessed to you during a drunk call around 3 a.m. - he went out with his friends on a boys' night out - that he only fucks girls that are the spitting image of you.

But still, none of you seem able to dare to talk about your past relationship, which is something that needs to be studied.

-

Two more years pass by without seeing each other in person, until that one day Toto randomly shows up at your place at a terrible time. Which wasn't a mere coincidence.

You are dealing with your painful breakup with "the French boyfriend", which Toto knows as "The One".

You believe he showed up to be supportive, since and by accident while entirely intoxicated, you disclosed to Toto on the phone in the middle of the night, that same night right after Manu ended things with you and you sought comfort in a bottle and his voice, that you felt Manu was the one, that this one truly hurt, not as much as when he left you, but close second.

And that you had no idea how to fix things with Manu since what he asked you was to get rid of "your dynamics" before he agreed to move further with you.

"To leave the other relationship you sustain! Which sometimes feels like the real one!" the memory of Manu confronting you comes alive in your mind, while he raises his voice, angry and jealous, referring to Toto and what you share.

-

Toto and you are having the most friendly chit-chat, chilling around in your finally completed, rebuilt place. When he lets you know, he will be staying in Monaco for some weeks this time.

"I'll be staying at the Yacht Club," he says and looks amused at your reaction to his words.

"Shocker!" you answer, pulling a faux stunned face, making him chuckle.

"Well, not so. That place has outstanding customer service! 5 out of 5." His eyebrows go up and down several times, teasing you and hinting about your past whereabouts. "Well, still..."

"Oh, so you are fucking the girl in turn?" escapes your lips, without much thought, interrupting him.

Yes. You are still bitter after all those years, even if you like to pretend you are not. Four? Five years have passed by?

"I didn't mean that," he clears his throat before answering. "You cut me halfway through the sentence, well, still... it's not the same without you. That's what I was going to say."

"Oh, please, don't mind me if you are doing so! It's none of my business. Just, if you have another fiance you want to leave, please inform the girl she's an excuse beforehand." You start vomiting words coming from deep within you, out of nowhere. Jesus! Since the break up you have been so incendiary.

"Like a ticking bomb!" your aunt described your current mood perfectly.

Shit, sentiment got the worst of you, and Toto's presence is not helping much either.

It gets quiet and awkward so fast.

"You weren't an excuse. You were the reason," Toto confesses, getting visibly irritated too.

"Ahem... Weren't you already running away from her? If I remember correctly, that's why you arrived at the Club unexpectedly in the first place! Before you got yourself all inside me, and what for?! Oh, yeah, to immediately leave me? That makes total sense! How romantic of you, thank you!"

"It wasn't the right moment for what you asked of me. You were too young, and we just had met, to move in that fast. I wasn't ready for that back then, to take you fully as my responsibility. It was for the better. I don't regret my actions." He sounds dead honest.

"I wasn't ready then?!"

You roll your eyes at him, and you're done with the conversation. You change the subject. You don't feel like going to war right now.

-

The following day, at dawn, Toto is already there at your place, all joyful, with iPad in hand, as if you hadn't discussed heavy subjects last night.

He always looks too comfortable in your place, claiming the armchair for himself as usual.

Some minutes later, another couple of knocks come on the door. Toto quickly gets up, stretching those long muscular legs as if he knew who was on the other side.

He skates in his socks, like a kid, on the freshly cleaned wooden floor and avoids stomping the Roomba currently doing its work, on his way to get the door.

He lets in his hot, busty redhead assistant.

She enters your kitchen holding two massive fancy paper food bags. Toto made her get you breakfast from your favorite dinner in town. He still remembers which one is it and your favorite order.

As you finish setting the table, his assistant prepares him his coffee, grabbing things from your drawers.

Yeah, girl, go ahead! Feel free!

Halfway through your Croque Madame, you remember you need to install a higher bookshelf, so you ask Toto for his help.

"I don't do that, but my people will handle it. Please leave it to me, anything you need." He offers you a big smile. "You know that, right?" he looks straight at you, placing his fork down on the table for a second. "Anything you need of me, you just ask me for it, a quick text or a call," he leans forward on the table. "And I will get it done."

Your face shifts to an expression he wasn't expecting and a prominent frown forms on your eyebrows. "Oh! Now you do that, huh?! Good to know!" you let out, angry.

Fuck, here it comes.

He stares at you, serious. Everything goes silent.

"Y/N..."

"It's not like I had asked you for something before!" you laugh off, resentful. "Not a single "I'm sorry" has come out of your lips, yet"

"Kid, I won't ask for your forgiveness since I don't regret what I did. I have told you that before," he sounds solemn now, his smile fading.

"Don't call me kid," you answer, rage building up.

Okay, you sense those repressed feelings coursing out.

"Then stop behaving like one." He sounds so calm, but his voice is more in-depth than usual. His beautiful dark eyes dispatch you a glare.

Oh, he is mad but not as furious as you are.

"Would you mind?!" you let out loud, losing it at the noises coming from the kitchen amidst your fight. You turn your head to the hot girl still doing shit for Toto at the counter.

Okay, that was rude of you, but you are pissed off and this is your house!

She looks at you, perplexed, before nodding and exiting the place to give you two some needed privacy.

"I don't have to eat shit in my own house," you warn Toto, returning your attention to him.

"You are the one who allowed me back. You let me spend all the time I want here and be by your side whenever I feel like it. Oh, please don't tell me it didn't cross your mind all things that could happen by doing so?"

"Oh, right, then save me the fights. Why don't you go back to stay gone? How about that?! Why don't you leave, better? I mean, must be easy, you have done it before."

"Y/N," he exheals your name, exasperated, his hand running through his hair, a tic he has.

"No, seriously, 'cause I was doing perfectly fine without you! Or do you need to fuck me first to then disappear?"

HOLY FUCK! You are taking things that far? Phew.

Toto looks visibly hurt by your words, but he only slightly nods. He is still sitting in the chair across the table from you, arms tightly crossed, his tight white shirt displaying his muscles.

Then, starts shaking his head in an "I'm about to lose my cool" way.

And yet you dare to push for more.

You want to let it all out of your system. You have been holding it, eating them, carrying these feelings for years! And you are done.

There's no point of return when the following words exit your mouth: "Let me ask you the same question then, you showed up here, don't tell me you weren't expecting this," you point with your finger referring to this exchange, "to happen at some point after you had me relentlessly for your own enjoyment and pleasure, and then left me out of the blue, not caring about my feelings, why don't you use that energy better to..." tears are menacing to slide down your eyes, you finally lose it and he looks like he does too.

Toto looks at you with such dangerous intensity, then he jerks to his feet in a sudden move and drops his hands on the table forcefully, shaking it, before leaning in his tall body overpowering you still sitting down.

You immediately shut up, witnessing his reaction, his body language screaming at you, "Abort, abort, danger."

"Go on," a threatening sound comes from his trembling lips. It's both a command and a whisper. His long nose is almost touching yours, he leaned in so close you can see the pores on his skin. You can feel his anger and the extremely tense static in the air. "What were you about to say?"

"...To fuck another idiot who is willing to keep your bed warm, and your dick wet like I did." you let out against his mouth.

"You know quite well there's no other like you," he says without hesitation. His hand pulls you by the neck closer to him, his nails digging into your hair. He looks angry in capital letters.

"Lies. Be honest for once, say it" You confront him, no rodeos. Toto starts rounding the table, coming straight to you. He looks menacing.

You feel intimidated for a brief second before adding the killer punch, "You just were looking where put your dick in"

"That's enough!" In a brisk movement and with a firm grip, he pulls you up from the chair, wrapping your legs around his waist, and smashing his body and yours against the wall, pressing himself on you, with no inch of space between your cores, trapping you against his warm body and the cold wall.

He starts whispering to your ear and neck, "I keep coming to your place because I can't bear to be in my villa without looking at the bed and desiring you wrapped around me, bouncing on me, to be buried deep inside you, to have you moaning and begging me for more, don't you think that every corner of that place reminds me of you loving me" his hand slide from your calf to your tight. At the same time, he leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to your lips.

"I fucked your twin the night you didn't let me come in. You have no idea what number of girls I have called your name. They all look like you," he admits again between ravenous kisses as you run your hands on his hair and undo his shirt.

You feel the adrenaline rush coursing through your veins as your eyes lock and memories flood you until you finally can articulate between groans, "I missed you."

The corner of Toto's mouth twitches upwards into a small smile, his eyes sparkling with fervor. "I missed you too, kid," he replies, a hint of huskiness in his tone that is too much for you to bear, you feel yourself so wet.

His eyes scan you from head to toe, drinking you in like a thirsty man, and you suddenly feel naked under his gaze.

You take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of his cologne. He still wears the one you picked for him, the one you liked, the one that's for you. His eyes meet yours again, and you mirror back that same hunger.

The years apart melt away like a morning fog, and with it, the anger, pain, and regret.

His lips brush over the curve of your neck, and Toto starts pressing in circles his erection against your thighs and core. You let out a gasp, the pleasure so intense that you break away from him.

"We shouldn't," you mumble, struggling for air. Toto's hand reaches up to cup your cheek, and you feel his smile against your lips.

"Yes, we shouldn't," he echoes your words, but his fingers are already tracing your lower lip, as addictive as always.

"But we will," you say as your fingernails dig into his now naked back, and you pull him closer by the waist, your legs still wrapped around him, and he captures your lips in a more urgent, passionate kiss as his dick gets pressed hard against you.

The more pieces of clothing slide from your bodies, the more urgent you two become. As if you two were magnetically drawn to each other, stumbling towards the bed, unable to separate a second.

He carries you there while smooching you, throwing stuff to the floor by accident in the desperate pursuit to merge your bodies.

"You have no idea the number of times I have jerked off to your boudoir photos; I need new ones," Toto mumbles as his intense gaze looks into your soul, stirring sensations that you had long tried to bury, memories that you had attempted to obliterate.

His thumb finds its way to your lips, gently pressing against the softness, leaving an imprint of his skin on yours before his mouth reaches your breasts, taking a rigid nipple within his lips, teasing it with his teeth and tongue until you cry out.

When he releases it, Toto turns his attention to the other breast, showering it with the same love and desire.

His hard-on is pressed into you, eager and persistent, a hot, demanding presence between your thighs. You let out a moan as you wrap your legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer. With every lap of his tongue over your sensitive flesh, you feel your hips bucking against him.

You want him to fill the void he'd left behind. The throbbing of your pussy lets him know just how much it craves him.

Toto pauses for a moment as he takes in the sight of your sweat-slicked body, your heaving chest straining with every shallow breath. He reaches down and wraps his fingers around his cock, positioning himself at your entrance.

You feel the head of his dick rubbing along your swollen, aching pussy lips, the warmth of his skin so intense.

Toto leans back, his brow furrows with concentration, and with a crude growl, he pushes himself hard inside you.

You let out a guttural moan as he fills you balls deep, your bodies connecting in the most delicious of ways. After a second, his hips start to move in earnest, pounding into you with focused intensity.

There is no time for tenderness or affection, just two bodies engaging in an animalistic rhythm fueled by pent-up lust and long-denied desires.

Your nails cling to his sweat-dampened muscular shoulders, desperate for something to hold onto as he smashes your pussy so hard.

"Fuck, you have no idea how much I missed your tightness, this pussy," he grunts, withdrawing slowly before slamming back into you with bruising force.

The bed squeaks and creaks beneath you, and your intense pleasure movements shake the bed frame as well.

You can feel every inch of him, the veins snaking down the length of him, the hot, heavy weight of him inside you. "Daddy, more!" you cry out. He groans and flexes his hips again, grinding deeper.

The sound of your heavy breathing fills the room as he starts to piston in and out of you in a steady rhythm.

You hear the slaps of skin on skin as he thrusts you harder, as well as the growls of pleasure and the filthy, dirty talking that comes out from both your mouths.

It feels as glorious as you remembered it, this relentless pounding leading you to a fantastic climax.

"Oh daddy, daddy, daddy," you moan eagerly, hips colliding with his.

Toto is really here, plunging deep and hard all those years without him. Your hands grip the sheets, and you arch your back as his thickness claims you entirely, he is so fucking hard.

"Fuck yeah," Toto's voice is almost unrecognizable between your gasps and moans. "That's it, kid, take it all."

The scent of sweat and sex clings heavily in the air as you feel like your body might shatter with each push into you.

His fingers dig into your hips as he pulls you to another position again, and you claw and scratch at the sheets beneath, searching for something to ground you as he fucks you so painfully hard.

"Don't stop. Don't ever stop," you moan desperately, your teeth grit as Toto gives it to you relentlessly. "I'm so close, fuck! Please!"

You are his, completely and utterly and only his, after all these years. It's inexplicably raw and it shows in how you two are devouring each other at that moment.

"Oh," Toto moans loudly. His cheeks are all red, and his eyes are becoming watery.

Loud and extended growls from both of you start coming out as you reach your peaks.

Within a second, you feel yourself releasing with such force, unable to hold yourself a minute more, trembling on him.

"Kid, you are so gorgeous," Toto moans out as he enjoys the view of you, his eyes filled with lust as he watches you climax in front of him, dripping, enjoying that extra sleekness of leave on his hard cock for his final thrusts.

He is barely able to thrust you completely three times more before pulling himself out, quickly and between loud groans, as you stroke him, you feel his warm release on you, his cum falling in your skin and his big fat dick throbbing on your belly as you tenderly keep stroking it, enjoying the sensation of having him in your hand.

"I love you" he lets out, between heavy breaths and as sweat drops go down his muscular pecks and arms. You run a hand on his abs and hairy firm thighs.

-

When Toto wakes up after taking that much-needed post-angry intense sex nap and doesn't feel your body weight on top of his, he instantly knows what it means.

"Until you are willing to say I'm sorry, don't forget to close the door on your way out."

He reads on the sticky note you left for him on the pillow next to his.

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[seekers-who-are-lovers]

Ah, that would tie up nicely why Rei behaved that way before their Christmas Eve mission. Kazuki met up with Carol of the Fairy Lips and then proceeded to do the honey-potting mission with the hotel employee.

Rei picked up a stray kitten on the way within this period and was cranky. (That “couch-crasher” remark.) Not implying anything, but I do think Kazuki leaving him alone to pursue amorous endeavours did contribute to him further neglecting his health, encouraging his devil-may-care attitude.

(OP, please forgive me if this feels like hijacking your post. Hope this doesn’t come off that way.)

For Kazuki, coming home to the mess in Episode 1...

must've felt a lot like going to Rei's place back then (Episode 8).

No wonder he looked wiped out, lol

[arwenlalaith]

Daddy's Sweet Angel

Pairing: Alex Blake/Reader

Summary: Your father invites you out to the bar with his team and you meet Alex Blake for the first time...and are immediately enamoured.

Word Count: 1616

Author's Note: Free Space fill for @cmkinkbingo2024. Requested by @mariskalover88.

“Won’t it be weird?” you asked your dad through the open door to your en-suite bathroom where you were putting on your eye makeup.

“Why would it be weird?” he asked, a note of amusement in his voice. He leaned against the wall outside your bathroom, arms crossed over his chest while he waited with faux-impatience, a small smile of amusement playing about his lips.

You rolled your eyes in the mirror, even though he couldn’t see it. “Because most of them still think of me as a goofy-looking pre-teen with those ridiculous glasses and frizzy hair...” you said pointedly.

“So?” he countered.

You scoffed. “Dad,” you whined, but had nothing with which to back it up.

He just chuckled. “Do what you want, kiddo, but I think you should come...”

________

You couldn’t have said why you ultimately decided to show up that night; maybe it was because you hadn’t seen them in nearly a year while you’d been away at college and you couldn’t help but miss them, many of them like aunts and uncles to you.

Born to Hotch and Haley their senior year of high school, most of your formative years were – in one way or another – tied to the BAU. Derek had been your work-out buddy when you were trying to get on the high school track team. Reid had tutored you through your much-hated calculus class. You’d spent many nights babysitting Henry when Will and JJ wanted to have a date night.

True, they’d all seen you at the worst of your ‘awkward phase’, but they were like family and you missed them. So, you’d given in to your father’s cajoling and showed up...

Reid was the first to spot you as you entered the bar, waving awkwardly from across the crowd. “Hey! Y/N!”

You couldn’t help but smile and offer him a fist bump in greeting once you’d woven your way through the mass of people. “Long time, no see,” you said.

He poured you a beer from the pitcher in the centre of the table (though it was more than half head). “How’s Pepperdine?” he asked.

You shrugged. “It’s a lot of math and physics stuff for now, but anatomy is fun! We get to work with cadavers!” He pulled a face, causing you to laugh. Your attention, though, was quickly diverted by the approach of a face you didn’t recognize.

Reid, following your gaze, was quick to offer up, “That’s Alex Blake – she’s new. Well, not new, I guess, because she worked for the BAU before, but...” He trailed off with an awkward little hand wave. “I can introduce you?” he offered.

You nodded. Perhaps too eagerly...

__________

You waited until your dad was distracted, then grabbed for his phone where it sat forgotten on the table. You knew his password (of course) and were quick to find what you were after, phone returned to its place before anyone could notice your clandestine mission.

You typed out a quick text, then set your phone aside to await the response... You watched as Alex’s eyes alighted on you from where she stood near the bar, awaiting drink refills. You couldn’t quite read her expression as she seemed to vacillate between several different emotions. Then, she spent several long moments typing.

When your phone buzzed, you were quick to read the message.

“How old are you?” you’d asked.

“Old enough to be your mother,” she’d replied.

With a wicked grin, you changed the chat’s theme to Love...and then, you waited.

She caught your gaze, her expression changing to a wicked grin. She quickly typed out another message. “Oh, sweetie, this can be our little secret...”

____________

“You’re fucking soaked, Princess...” Alex husked. “Is this all for me?” She nipped her way down your throat, paused at your clavicle to suck a bruise to the surface of your skin.

You were whimpering and whining and squirming against the wall behind you, surely scratching up your bare back against the bricks. Spreading your legs, you silently begged for her attention where you wanted it the most.

Deliberately ignoring your wordless pleas, Alex continued her quest to mark you up as much as possible. “Does this turn you on? You’re a little exhibitionist slut, hmm? Knowing anyone could walk by – even your father – turns you on? At any moment, he could find out what a little whore Daddy’s Sweet Angel is...”

You gasped sharply as her fingers found your clit through the fabric of your panties. “Alex...” you whined.

She immediately stilled her hand, causing you to whimper pitifully in protest. “You can call me Dr. Blake or you’ll be silent,” she commanded.

“Fuck...” you hissed, eyes falling shut and your head falling back against the wall of the alley. There was something so incredibly arousing about the power dynamic at play and you were willing to do just about anything at all she asked of you, so long as she would continue touching you...

“What was that?” she asked, brow rising.

“Please please touch me, Dr. Blake,” you begged.

She grinned wickedly. “Oh, Princess, you have no idea what you’re in store for...” She offered two fingers to you and you were quick to obediently take them into your mouth, laving them with your tongue – desperate to please her, but also impatient to have her fingers back where you wanted them most.

When she dragged her fingers past your lips upon commanding you to stop, the light of the lone streetlamp casting a dim greasy glow into the otherwise dark alley glinted off the saliva coating her fingers.

Then, she was dragging your panties down your legs to pool around your ankles and her fingers were sliding easily into your soaked cunt, drawing a breathy moan from your throat.

“Is this what you wanted?” she asked, watching you with intensity.

Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you nodded desperately. “Please...” you panted, “Please... I need more.”

She just laughed. “Needy little thing,” she purred. Her thumb found your clit, drawing sloppy circles on it causing your cunt to clench around her fingers. “Hear that?” she asked, then paused so you could hear the sound of your juices squelching with each thrust of her fingers. “You’re so fucking wet for me...”

“All for you,” you said breathlessly, “Fuck... Dr. Blake...” You could barely string two words together, but she seemed to understand all the same and sped up her thrusts.

“Are you going to cum for me, Princess?” she asked. “Cum all over my fingers like the desperate little slut you are?” You nodded, squeezed your eyes shut tight. That earned you a sharp pinch to your inner thigh. “I didn’t say you could do that,” she hissed, “You’ll watch or I stop.”

You pouted a little, but opened your eyes nonetheless, turning your attention to the movements of her hand between your legs.

She proceeded to milk two climaxes from you in quick succession, hand never stilling even as you were sobbed, begged her for mercy. “This is what you wanted,” she taunted, “You’ll take what you’re given and you’ll be fucking grateful, won’t you?”

Nodding, you clapped a hand over your mouth to stifle any further protests that might escape, wanting very much to be a good girl for her.

“That’s what I thought.”

If asked later, you couldn’t have said how long she spent torturing you – switching between leisurely slow strokes and relentless fast-paced thrusts until your thighs were trembling with the effort of keeping you upright. The hand not muffling your increasingly high-pitched keening was scraping for purchase on the brick wall behind you.

What followed was the most intense orgasm you’d ever had, the pressure building inside of you suddenly releasing with a jet of wetness from between your legs. You could scarcely remember how to breathe as your entire body spasmed, your pussy still clenching and it took several moments before you even had the brain power to process what had just happened.

You could almost hear the smirk in Alex’s voice as she purred, “Such a messy little thing...” Pulling her fingers from inside you, your cum dripping off them to stain the pavement below. She brought her fingers to her lips to taste you. “Fuck, you taste so sweet... Have a taste,” she suggested, offering her fingers to you.

Once again, you laved your tongue over her fingers, licking up every last drop of your juices in your eagerness to please her. The combination of affection and lust with which she looked at you nearly had your breath catching in your throat.

Suddenly, self-consciousness washed over you as the wave of endorphins from your climax ebbed. You had no idea what to do now, what Alex was thinking regarding your tryst... You opened your mouth to say something (though you had no idea what), but before you could get any words out, Alex leaned in and kissed you properly for the first time, stealing your breath away.

“You must be starving after that,” she said gently once she pulled away, a small smirk playing about her lips. Eyes wide in surprise, you could do nothing but nod, not sure where she was going with this... Chuckling, she held out a hand, patiently waiting for you to take it in yours.

___________

Later on, when you were falling asleep in her bed, what you would remember most about the evening wasn’t her making you cum in a dirty alley, but her making you laugh ‘til you cried as you sat on the hood of her car, parked at the top of the look-out, eating burgers and drinking milkshakes while you stared up at the night sky.

[simonsrosebud]

ik I'm late to the party but omg.... abram boyd.... I'm sobbing that's so sweet 😭😭 pls tell me more about them

AHHH THANK YOU I LOVE HIM

Abram has certified protective big brother energy, but since he isn’t a big brother this goes to his girl friends at college instead. Palmetto is a safe campus, but he (and Elliot by association) still always end up getting their girl friends back to the dorms safely no matter what. I’m talking if two of their friends are fucked up before he even gets there he will leave the bar 10 minutes in just to get them home and then come BACK. (this is based on my sisters friend at lsu and it’s so wholesome)

Abram’s relationship with Neil is interesting bc he’s growing up as Neil is traveling in the pros in his late 20’s. However, Neil visits whenever it’s convenient and once he gets in the groove of this whole godfather thing he treats Abram like he’s his uncle bc he sees how Andrew is with Aaron’s girls. He keeps up with his schedule when he starts playing little leagues and makes Dan send pictures. She sends first day of school updates and a picture of a little Abram missing his two front teeth.

Abram gets a Josten Court jersey and wears it until it stinks. He gets new ones when he outgrows them. By his third one Matt gets him a huge one to grow into as a grown man. He does indeed grow into it.

Neil sends him post cards with a little letters written inside when he’s 4 and Abram loves it so much that Dan facetime’s Neil like 2 weeks after he got the first one but it’s just Abram’s face all up in the camera. “When will I get anover wetter, uncle Neil?” “Oh!” instant delight “It must still be in the mail, buddy, but just keep an eye on the mailbox, okay?” “Okay… do you wanna see your wetter?! I put it on my wall, uncle Neil!”

Neil is the first to start calling him B, firstly bc calling someone else Abram is something he has to get used to. Secondly because Abram acknowledges it as Neil’s nickname and stubbornly doesn’t let anyone else call him it.

Matt retires from exy at like 32 when Abram is 3. Matt’s exy team loyalties lie where his friends are at, so Matt, Jace, and Abram make it a thing to watch every game. Abram can’t keep track of Neil is and gets frustrated by it. Matt mentions it while laughing, two games later Neil has the butt of his stick wrapped in orange. After that Abram keeps saying, “Ope, there’s uncle Neil again …. There’s- I see orange, Daddy! …. There he goes again! …. Look! Uncle Neil!!”

Andrew may have been the one humanizing Neil, but Abram is the one who softens him.

Abram used to hold onto Addie or Annie’s hands and just follow them around at Fox reunions, which got more frequent throughout the years and is why/how the fox kids all got close.

Abram plays minecraft but just creative mode. He likes adventure or sports videogames while his brother likes Call of Duty and whatnot.

BIG lego kid until he’s like 14.

As a teenager, Abram and Neil text so much and talk on the phone a lot. About exy, about French help bc he’s learning it in school, about some fantasy show that Abram somehow got Neil into, about sports and college applications and when he can come visit again. And then about who these new kids in Neil’s house are and are they gonna stay a while? should we add them to the cousin gc? hey how’s elliot doing? and hey can you send me elliot’s number? and if i’m doing all this hard work to keep the strikers away the least our strikers could do is do something with the ball i keep getting to them, anyway, are you guys bringing blake and elliot to thanksgiving? i’m excited to meet them. and i know ur gonna be weird if i ask you about guys but im pretty sure i have a crush on one and im kinda freaking out and im scared to tell my parents and-

Matt is so loving when he comes out to him and Dan, hugging Abram really tight and just telling him he loves him and he’s so proud of him and Abram cries a little.

The first time he kisses a boy (bc crushes are only from afar) it’s freshman year of college and it’s because he starts looking at Elliot too often for too long and needs to get that shit out of his head bc that’s his best friend.

Abram has lunch with Dan like twice a month because she tries to stay out of his hair since she’s the exy coach at PSU.

When he and Elliot get together he finds he loves to wrap Elliot up in his clothes.

Elliot goes to all of his home games with their friends and cheers obnoxiously. Abram loves it. He also… fucks Elliot while he wears his soccer jersey.

He is definitely a gentle giant, but once he and Elliot get together he throws that boy AROUND in the bedroom.

there’s a lot more about him but i hope that’s good for tonight hehe

[papermoonloveslucy]

ARBOR DAY

Trees of the Lucyverse! 

“I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.” ~ Joyce Kilmer

(Everything Except Christmas Trees.)

“The Marriage License” (1952) ~ To correct an error on their original marriage license, Lucy and Ricky travel to Greenwhich, Connecticut to renew their vows. While there, Lucy makes Ricky renact his proposal at the tree bench where it first happened.  

LUCY: “Gee. I don’t remember this seat being so small, do you? I guess the tree grew in a little from each side.”  RICKY: “Let’s face it, we’ve grown out a little from each side!”

“The Camping Trip” (1953) ~ Lucy wants to do everything Ricky does - including going on a camping trip to go fishing and duck hunting. To make sure she bests Ricky in hunting and fishing, Ethel tags along out of sight, hiding up a tree to make sure Lucy is a sure shot!  

LUCY: “These look like pretty good duck trees to me.” RICKY: “This might come as a surprise to you, Lucy, but you find ducks on the water, not up in the trees.”

Later, Ricky spies Ethel in the branches. 

RICKY: “Ethel, you get out of that tree!”

“Lucy’s Last Birthday” (1952) ~ When the Friends of the Friendless marches through the park, a low-hanging tree branch snags Barbara Pepper’s hat knocking it to the ground. Pepper continues the scene hatless and (for consistency) also appears hatless in the next scene inside the Tropicana. 

“Lucy Writes a Play” (1952) ~ The title of Lucy’s first script is “A Tree Grows in Havana”, a pun on “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn” a book and a film in the mid-40’s. There was even a Broadway musical of the same title starring Shirley Booth that closed two weeks before the episode filmed.

“Lucy Hires an English Tutor” (1952) ~ Ricky demonstrates his English skills by reading aloud from a children’s book. 

RICKY: "He spent his time in the forest cutting down booges from the trees." LUCY: “Wait a minute. Wait  just a minute. What is this booges?" RICKY: (points to text)“Booges, right in there.” LUCY:“That's boughs.” RICKY: “B-O-U-G-H is bough?” LUCY: “Right.” RICKY: “Bough.”

“Lucy is Enceinte” (1952) 

“Were having a baby, my baby and me. You'll read it in Winchell's That we're adding a limb to our family tree!”

“First Stop” (1955) ~ On the way to Hollywood, the gang has no choice but to stay at the run-down One Oak Cabins.  

In “Lucy and the Stolen Stole” (1964), con-man Harry Barton (Buddy Hackett) lives on Old Oak Drive in San Fernando. 

In Danfield, Hoffstedder’s Drugstore is located on Oak Street.

When “Lucy is a Process Server” (1964), she is hired by a new employment agency located on Oak Street.

“Ethel’s Hometown” (1955) ~ To upstage Ethel on her ego trip homecoming, Fred performs an old vaudeville routine involving a rapidly growing tree! 

“The Tour” (1955) ~ Lucy scales a wall of the Richard Widmark estate to pick a souvenir grapefruit from his tree - then gets caught on the other side. 

“LIttle Ricky’s School Pageant” (1956) ~ Big Ricky’s role in “The Enchanted Forest” is to play a Hollow Tree.  

RICKY: “The only father in the whole school that is in show business, and they want me to play a hollow tree.”

LITTLE RICKY: “Why don't you want to be a tree?” RICKY: “Oh. Well, I'm a performer. I've been in show business since I was a...” LITTLE RICKY: “I think you should be a tree. It's more fun to cooperate than to be the center of attention.” RICKY: “You're absolutely right. I'll be a tree.” LITTLE RICKY: “Oh, boy! Daddy's gonna be a tree!  Daddy's gonna be a tree!”

“The Ricardos Dedicate a Statue” (1957) ~ While seraching for Fred the dog, Lucy decapitates the statue by not looking in the rear view mirror!

LUCY: “I jumped in the car and forgot all about the trailer and backed right into that elm tree.”

Danfield’s Elm Tree Inn was mentioned in several episodes of “The Lucy Show”: “Chris’s New Year’s Eve Party” (1962),  “Lucy Teaches Ethel Merman to Sing” (1964), and “Viv Moves Out” (1964).  

In “Lucy and Bob Crane” (1966), Crane says he owns a home on 993 Elm in Beverly Hills.  

In Danfield, Mr. Mooney’s home is located at 429 Elm Street.

Rescuing Grandma Sutton’s cat from up a tree is the first call of the Danfield Volunteer Women’s Fire Brigade in “Lucy and Viv Are Volunteer Firemen” (1963). The incident is mentioned again in “Lucy Drives A Dump Truck” (1963). 

“Chris Goes Steady” (1964) ~ Lucy Carmichael and Mr. Mooney are stranded in a Jerry and Sherman’s tree house hoping to catch their kids eloping. They didn’t count on a snowstorm while they waited.     

“Lucy the Rain Goddess” (1966) ~ At a dude ranch, Lucy and Viv listen to a guide Tex Critter (Willard Waterman) explain the local foliage. 

TEX: “Now... this is a Joshua tree, and there's a real romantic story behind it. You know all about the birds and the bees. Well, this is a love triangle between two Joshua trees and a little bee called the Joshua Tree Bee. See, the Joshua trees depend on this little bee to carry the pollen from one to the other. You know, it makes me feel poetic. Where would the Joshua tree be without the Joshua Tree Bee?”

“Lucy and Curtis Are Up A Tree” (1986) ~ In this unaired episode of “Life With Lucy,” Curtis is building a tree house for Kevin. When Kevin overhears his grandparents are planning to move out, he removes the ladder to the tree house stranding them in a rain storm.

The Arnaz-Morton family poses between the boughs of a tree (1965).

A plaque has been placed at the base of two tall palm trees where The Long, Long Trailer was filmed in 1954. A resort is now on the site where the trailer park was located in the film. 

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

For more than two months I had been trying to search for Rei’s motorcycle. Clocking that he probably was driving a Ducati, a Yamaha or a Honda. But I forgot about the Suzuki. Apparently, it is a Suzuki GSX-R750. (The article contains a list of the possible locations of the series.) The feline-shaped white one-head lamp is the key. It is so him.

I’ve never been a rider, but a passenger. Even in that aspect took a while before I finally convinced myself to ride on a motorcycle.

The real Suzuki GSX-R750

A motorcycle enthusiast/professional rider just made a commute review of the model. The adrenaline, man! Or he did an excellent job convincing you that it was a spectacular ride! According to the reviewer, a beginner isn’t recommended to drive this. And making the turns is easier with this model.

Here’s hoping that we see Kazuki sitting behind Rei as they leave the burning Suwa mansion in his motorcycle escaping into the sunset!

[michaelasworlds-blog]

Daddy’s Girl (A Hazbin OC Fanfic)

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Ch. 4: Fatherly Advice

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🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS PART CONTAINS IMPLIED SA 🍇🚨

“Vox!” Donnie sang, walking into the conference room.

Vox rolled his eyes, seeing Donahue Matten was not on his list of things to do, and he had a very long list of shit to do. “No Donnie.”

Donnie turned Vox’s chair around to face him, “Come on, you don’t even know what I want.”

“I’m not putting your stupid shit on my show, your art museum stupidity,” Vox glared at him. “Unless you have something that will benefit me, get the fuck out!”

He smirked, “You want somethin that’ll benefit you?” Donnie started to toy with Vox’s bow tie before taking it off, “Tell daddy what you want, he’ll do anything,” he licked the TV demon’s neck.

Vox blushed, quickly standing up; “No! I don’t want you to fuck me! At least not right now!- just go!”

Donnie stood up, “So first you steal my daughter from me, and now I can’t even advertise myself like I used to!”

“What?! Daughter?!”

“Bean?! You found out she was my daughter and now you’re trying to be her dad, newsflash buddy! I’m her dad!” He glared at the overlord.

“She is not my fucking daughter, I mean like I’m probably her daddy but still,” Vox responded. Was Donahue really here trying to protect a kid that he probably didn’t know existed.

“Oh..” Donnie rolled his eyes but then smirked. “You’re her daddy huh?”

“I said PROBABLY- why are you still here?!” Vox’s voice distorted.

“I want you to advertise my gallery!”

“And I said fuck off!”

“Fine! I’ll just tell Bean, MY DAUGHTER, that you hate her, and that I fucked you!”

Vox rolled good eyes, was he serious? But Bean wasn’t the smartest, she kind of believed everything she heard; so he didn’t wanna take that chance. “Whatever, I’ll do it tomorrow.”

“Thanks! I knew I could count on you!” He pat him on the back before leaving.

“Hate that guy.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bean 🫘 : Hey

Bean stared at the message waiting for Vox to reply, was she desperate? Was he ignoring her? Should she call him? What was going on? She knows it had only been a few hours since they texted but still.

“Sugar are you listening,” Val snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Sorry,” she gave him a small smile.

“I wanted to know if you wanted to make money tonight, but I can see you don’t even care,” he took a draw of his cigarette blowing out pink smoke. The male sinners sitting next to him caress his chest.

“This isn’t even your club,” she crossed her arms.

“Everything on this side of town is mine,” Val blew smoke into a sinner’s face, “¿No es así sexy?” The sinner blushed as he kissed his cheek.

Translation: Isn’t that right sexy?

She looked at her phone, Vox still hadn’t replied. Bean sighed, “Fine.”

“What was that?” He leaned into her being smug. The sinners laughed.

“What do you want!” Bean yelled over the music.

“See that guy over there?” Val pointed at a male succubus at the bar. Bean nodded, he was kind of hot. “He wants to be your big brother tonight.”

“Step or by blood?” Bean asked.

“Who cares, they’re all the same tonight bombón,” he smiled.

Translation: Cutie

Bean nodded in agreement before getting up, “Wait!” Val pulled Bean into him and put a small white pill in her mouth. “Trágalo”.

“Huh?” She tilted her head.

“Swallow it,” he pushed her head up, making the pill go down her throat. “Go on baby,” Val slapped her ass as she walked off.

Bean sat at the bar, next to the guy; “Hey handsome what’s your name?” She smiled at him.

“Wes, You want a drink baby?” The succubus into her, sipping his drink from a straw.

She took the guy’s drink, “I already have one,” she smirked slowly, licking and wrapping her tongue around the straw.

Within minutes both demons were in one of the sex rooms making out against the wall, Bean moaned as Wes kissed her neck; being on drugs and having sex was a fun experience for her. Everything felt like a dream, time seemed to speed up which she thought was funny.

Wes put Bean on the and she sat up, “What happened? Did you finish?”

“Um no, you just don’t seem all there and I don’t feel comfortable with continuing,” Wes put his shirt back on.

Bean laughed in disbelief, “But you’re a succubus.”

“So? We might like to fuck, but a lot of us are deceit people,” he crossed his arms offended.

The blue demon looked down embarrassed, She could barely focus at this point, “Sorry,” she fell over. “What am I supposed to do for the next hour and a half?” Bean whined.

“You can leave I guess,” Wes suggested. This made her groan, Val would have her ass if she just left. “Or..I can give you nipple piercings,” he pulled out a small needle gun from his pants.

Bean shot up in excitement, “Ooo!!! That’s better!”

“Cool, which color?”

Through the whole process she had felt nothing, half was from the drugs and the other was from just having a high pain tolerance, she had gotten tons of tattoos and a nose ring when she was alive.

“Alright I’m done,” Wes sat her up, showing her the finished product in a hand mirror. They double sided gold piercings

Bean gasped, “I love them…” she rubbed her nipples before giggling.

“You probably shouldn’t do that, it might get infected. Wes stood up then helped a very high Bean stand up, she immediately fell on him; he picked her, carrying her out of the club.

“So you just work as a guy in a club and an ear piercer?” She asked.

“Actually I was just out trying to get a room, I don’t work here; I’m actually a pediatrician and a NIPPLE piercer, I’m not authorized to do ears,” Wes sat her on the curb. “I have to go, are you gonna be okay?” Bean nodded, not fully understanding what he said. “Okay,” he whistled, and a car full of imps and succubi stopped in front of them.

“WES LET’S GO WE’RE GONNA FUCK SOME SHIT!” A male succubus screamed.

“FUCK YEAH!” Wes jumped into the car before it drove off.

Leaving Bean all alone.

A thick fog rolled in and suddenly she didn’t feel quite herself. She leaned on a nearby pole, her head was hurting, her body was on fire. She looked up seeing a figure in the distance, the longer she stared the worse her body felt. But she couldn’t look away, who was he? Did he know her? Did she know him?

Someone touching her shoulder snapped her out of what was happening, Bean turned to see Angel and Cherri, “Latte! You okay?” Angel looked concerned.

“You were literally about to walk into the street babes,” Cherri walked her from the curb.

Bean couldn’t even answer, she couldn’t even talk, “I- um.. I can’t-,” she was cut off by Angel grabbing her face.

“This bitch’s eyes are flyin’ saucers,” He showed Cherri.

“Shit partyin’ without us huh?” She joked, hitting Bean on her back.

Bean threw up toxic waste onto the curb. Angel stared at his best friend with a straight face, Cherri looked at the disgusting scene.

“Would ya look at that,” she put her hands on her hips.

“You’re carryin’ ha,” Angel crossed his arms.

“But this top is new,” She groaned, Angel just glared at her.

“Fine.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Alastor hummed a tune listening to soft jazz, Eugenia was on the floor sorting records. The radio demon wanted them in alphabetical and chronological order, it was a tedious task but if this is what she had to do to get closer to her daughter, then so be it. “Kind of sad,” she broke the silence. Alastor gave off microphone feedback, “You’re here by yourself, thought you’d be with Voe or something out or something..I don’t know.”

“Not that it’s any of your business but I have important things to do,” Alastor answered.

“Too busy for your girl, and you’re worried about me?” She scoffs.

“Trust me my dear, if my Vera finds out who you really are you’ll wish Bean was all you had to deal with,” his grin becomes wider.

Eugenia went back to sorting, she didn’t know anything about Voe, she seemed nice at least for a first impression; she had seen her be petty to Alastor, ticking off the demon. She assumed there was some trouble in paradise, Eugenia wondered if she could tick him off some more..she’d have to be sneaky about it, so he couldn’t blame her-

A loud thud made her and Alastor look up.

“Ow…what the fuck?!” A high pitched whine came from outside the radio station. It was Bean’s. Eugenia stands up rushing to the hallway.

Alastor rolls his eyes, “Working for that mother of the year award aren’t we,” he goes into the hall. There Bean was laying on the floor crying while Angel and his one eyed friend were looking stupid.

“Are you okay?” Eugenia helped her off the floor. “What happened?” She looked at the two sinners.

“I kinda dropped ha,” Angel said scratching his head. Idiots. Alastor walked over to her but backed up when Bean vomitted a greenish yellow liquid that burned the carpet. “Yeah she been doin that the entire way ova here.”

Alastor looked at Eugenia who looked clueless, “Well, time to put your motherly skills to good use.”

“No one’s occupying you tonight right?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS PART CONTAINS IMPLIED SA 🍇🚨 (skip bold if uncomfortable)

NYC, 1994

“Oh shit!” Selina, one of Bean’s friends from college dropped Bean on the hotel floor. “Tara you’re supposed to hold her!” She rolled her eyes.

“Sorry,” the women helped their drunk friend off the hotel floor. “Girl I thought you said you wanted to stay up for your birthday!”

“I’m awake! We’re gonna explore the city that never sleeps!” Bean slurred almost falling over again, but was caught by Selina.

The three women had traveled to NYC for Bean’s 21st birthday, Stefan had paid for the entire trip; the girl’s own rooms, and anything else the city had to offer they even went to see the ball drop. All this on one condition, he had to come along..

“Girl no,” Selina and Tara entered her room. They put her on the bed then walked to the door, “If you need us we’re next door ok?”

“Mhm..” Bean mumbled going in and out of consciousness.

The girls left the room leaving Bean in the dark, she was so tired.

NYC..such a crowded place

The woman’s (Ruby) voice had whispered through her head.

Smelly too…

“I don’t wanna be here, I wanted to go to Texas,” Bean silently whined.

I don’t think Texas would want you there…

“What do you mean?” Bean said, confused.

Nothing.

Bean could barely keep her eyes open, as she was about to drift to sleep the door opened again, “Hey,” a man’s voice whispered “you okay?” She became terrified as she turned, seeing Stefan standing in the doorway. “Your friends said you weren’t feeling well.” He locked the door before sitting on the bed.

The young woman couldn’t get a word out, her thoughts screamed to kick his ass, to run away to fight; but instead she just lay there, helpless. Stefan began to caress her hair, moving it to one side, “I’m so happy we get to spend time together,” he slowly takes her boots off before getting on top of her. “I missed you so much when you went away,” he whispered, kissing her neck.

His hands made their way under her shirt, sending a chill down her spine. Just as he went in her pants,

Everything went dark.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bean shot up in bed, she was drenched in sweat and could barely breathe, she looked around noticing that she wasn’t in her room, it was Alastor’s.

“Good morning my dear,” Alastor walked through the door with a deer carcass. “How are you feeling this morning?” He dropped it on the bed.

“You brought me here?” She asked.

“Well it wasn’t MY idea, but I did carry you,” Alastor sat on his bed. “Gigi thought of the idea,” he timed his eyes.

“She did?” A small smile formed on Bean’s face. She didn’t understand why Gigi would help her, especially when she just got here; however it was nice to know that a stranger was looking out for her.

“Yes, but you thanked her by biting into her hand,” Alastor laughed. “I have to admit it was quite funny.”

The sinner blushed with embarrassment, she didn’t want that to be her first impression with the woman, especially since she hadn’t said two words to her. “Oh god,” she covered her face with her hands. She looked down at the deer corpse, “Was..this also her idea?”

“She can’t take all the credit! I brought you breakfast, I know how much you love to consume flesh,” the Radio Demon was ecstatic that he got to be involved.

“No thanks, I like my meat warm and screaming, not cold and silent,” Bean pushed the deer onto the floor.

“And here I thought we didn’t have much in common,” Alastor said in a smug tone.

Bean rolled her eyes, reaching for her phone she noticed she had multiple texts from Vox.

Vox 📺: Hey

Vox📺: Call me! Or don’t. I don’t really care

Vox📺: Just wanted to make sure you got home, where ever that is, kind of pissed that “home” isn’t V-Tower . That’s crazy huh?

Vox📺: I’ll send you a recording of Vox2Nite, it was a sick episode! Or you can come over here to save the data 😉

She giggled, he cared about her. Though it was annoying that he wouldn’t just admit it, it was kind of cute.

Alastor raised an eyebrow, who was she texting? He didn’t care or anything but he was curious, “And who has your attention so early?” He snatched the cellular device from her, realizing it was Vox he narrowed his eyes. “Why is Vox texting you?”

“Why is that your business?” She reaches for her phone but he puts it out of reach.

“After the past few months and what you’ve told me about your past, men should be in your rear view mirror my dear,” He knew how Vox was, he toyed with people to get something from them; Vox didn’t actually care about her and when she realized that Alastor was afraid she’d be distraught.

“Please! He wants me to call him!” Bean pleaded looking up with her big puppy dog eyes.

Alastor sighed, giving in, “Fine, but first answer this, was Vox the man you were talking about last night?” He asked.

Bean was confused, “Man?”

“Last night while you were clawing and biting Gigi you talked about not ‘letting him get you’ and that wanted someone to ‘make him stop’.” Alastor stared at her, “Any clue who that might be?”

She shook her head looking at the ground, “It’s not Vox.”

There was silence for a second, Alastor handed Bean’s phone back, “Make it quick.” She looked him up and down, who did he think he was? Why was he acting like this?

She got off the bed before calling Vox, it rang a few times; on the fifth round she thought she’d have to leave a voicemail. Her heart skipped a beat when he answered.

“VoxTek trust us with whatever you’ve got-”

“Hey!” Bean smiled.

“Oh shoot! Sorry, thought this was the business call I was on, must’ve been disconnected,” Vox chuckled.

“Sorry, did you want me to call back later,” Bean said, a bit disappointed. Alastor rolled his eyes in the background, he didn’t want anyone making her feel this way; especially not some flat screen tv that FUCKED HIS WOMAN!! It pissed him off all over again.

“No no it’s okay I was hoping you’d call, I was wondering if we could have lunch today, we could chat a bit and..maybe you could come over later..” Vox said his voice was getting slower and seductive. The sick bastard wanted to go out with someone who could be his granddaughter, it was sick.

“Maybe..” Bean smiled, biting her bottom lip.

“Meet me at 3,” he said before hanging up.

Bean squealed. “I take it you won’t be going?” The Radio Demon joked.

She glared, “No..He asked me out.” Bean blushed gushing at the thought, she had to wear something nice. Maybe an older vibe to match the time period he grew up in, or something casual.

“Oh darling I’m so sorry! He isn’t coming,” Alastor put his hand on his chest, pretending to be heartbroken.

“Why would you say that? How do you even know that?” Bean started to feel stupid.

“I’ve had the displeasure of being in hell with him for over 50 years, I do believe I know the man more than you,” he leans on his cane.

“I don’t think you do,” she crossed her arms.

Alastor’s smile became wider, “Ti Fi, are you doing what I think you’re doing?” He raised an eyebrow. Was she trying to make a bet with him?

Translation: Little girl

“I think he’s a changed man and will be there,” She smirked with her hands on her hips.

“He won’t be there, I guarantee it,” Alastor stood in front of her, his grin bigger than ever.

“What do you want if you win?” Bean asked.

“Just your face when he doesn’t show up,” he bent to her level looking smug.

“If I win I want…” Bean thought about it. “Ice cream.” The overlord rolled his eyes.

“Deal.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“This was a great idea!” Erin smiled.

“Was it?” Zeke said. “We’ve been here for two hours, the line has barely moved.”

Eric, Erin and Zeke decided to go to the king of Hell himself, they wanted to look through files of serial killers that had anything to do with murdering women and girls, Zeke suggested just asking for her file but Eric wanted to keep the mystery going. So here they were, waiting behind a huge line of sinners to get to Lucifer, wondering if he had the answers to their questions..well Eric’s questions.

“Sorry I’m late,” Wynter ran up to them. “I overslept.”

“No worries!” Eric pulled her into line with them.

“Hey! No cutting!” A sinner behind them growled.

“Eat a dick,” the siren pushed the sinner’s face.

“Anyway, you’re all good; we didn’t even know you were coming,” Erin hugged her.

“Oh, I thought Eric told you guys,” Wynter looked at Eric who was scratching his head and looking at the floor.

Eric cleared his throat, “Love the floors here.”

“Uh huh,” Wynter smirked at him.

An hour later the four had finally made it to the office, “Welcome in, have a seat tell me what you need?” The king was looking through files.

Eric slammed his hands on the desk, “What we need are answers.”

Lucifer looks him up and down, these sinners get crazier with every generation. Wynter nudged Eric, “Sorry he’s got..problems, sir my friend here needs your help,” She pushed Erin forward, her speech became slow and soft, like she was trying to seem like SHE needed help instead of Erin. “You see, she’s in trouble, she doesn’t have memories of her past life or of how she died; we need her file or the file of whoever could’ve killed her.”

“First off, did you just get to Hell?” Lucifer was offended. “Your siren speech doesn’t work on me, every siren and succubi knows that.”

“Damn it,” Wynter crossed her arms.

“I knew that wouldn’t work, which is why I brought you an offer that you can’t..” Eric winked, placing an apple on the desk, “Refuse.”

The devil looked at the apple, was this a joke? Were they kidding? He set the apple on fire, “Get out of my office.”

“Wait!” Erin said before going in her jacket. Everyone watched in silence as she pulled out a rubber duck dressed like the Cheshire Cat from “Alice in Wonderland”.

Lucifer was mesmerized, he stood up, “Is this for me?” He looked up at the young siren.

Erin nods, “Charlie said you mentioned something about you losing this years ago, so I made another one.”

The king takes it staring at it, it looked just like it did years ago, “What’s your name?”

“Erin,” She smiled. The others were in the back containing their excitement. He snapped his fingers and files started to stack themselves.

“Ok..Erin what? As of 2023 there are 5,000 Erins,” Lucifer stated as 5,000 files were in front of them.

“Any Erins that drowned?” Zeke asked.

“Hmm, there were two in the 1970s, one in 1998 and another in 2001,” Lucifer looked at the four files. “Oh wait my bad, she died in her 30s..” Lucifer threw the file to the side. “How old are you?”

“16,” she answered.

“Wait, don't you remember there being snow?” Wynter looked at her. “You could’ve died in the winter.”

“Or early spring,” Eric chimed in.

“Yea know I just needed the age, the other Erin died at 37,” Lucifer rolled his eyes handing her the file.

The three crowded around Erin, hardly containing themselves, The fallen angel cleared his throat, “Can you guys speed this up? I have a line of people out the door.”

Erin opened the file, and what she saw made her and everyone’s jaw drop, “There’s barely anything here.”

At the top right corner was a picture of a blonde girl with a straight face, this was her..She looked so different, she looked at the rest of the page.

Erin Hunt

Age of death: 16

DOD: February 11th 1977

Home: Indianapolis, Indiana

Status: Sinner

Sin: Abandonment

Cause of Death: The Northern Killer

“That’s it?” Eric sounded frustrated.

“There’s nothing really here except basic information?” Erin was disappointed. “This was a waste of time,” she pouted.

“Not necessarily, who’s the ‘Northern Killer’?” Zeke asked.

“Ugh just some annoying douchebag that loves advertising his shitty ideas,” Lucifer scoffed. “He comes by every three weeks to buy a building. But when he was alive he killed like 35 women and girls.”

“Can we see his file?” Wynter asks.

“Uh..no, but you’re more than welcome to read about the ‘Northern Massacre’,” The king dropped a large book entitled “Murderers Through the Decades”. “And also, please leave; you've stayed over 40 minutes.

The four sinners left with a new question.

Who was The Northern Killer?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Vox sat in his chair looking at the cameras, he was mostly staring at Alastor and Voe. He was loving the chaos happening in their relationship, looking at his watch he realized he had to meet Bean. But how could he do anything with all that going on? Who would watch the cameras? Who would edit the scripts? Vox watched Bean sitting in the Cannibal Cafe, he hated that place so why would he go? She didn’t even ask where he wanted to go, they couldn’t just talk ANYWHERE! This was a disaster from the start, he had better things to do. More important things? He turned away from Bean’s camera, going back to the important stuff.

Still sitting in his chair.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Seconds turned into minutes.

Minutes turned into hours.

Alastor watched as the young girl sat in her yellow sundress with a frown on her face, waiting for the man that would never come. It reminded him of his mother with his father, he would write saying he’d come to see them; But would never come. His mother was distraught. But a bet was a bet, and Alastor always kept his word.

“Poor girl, I remember my first heartbreak,” Rosie shook her head. “Terrible personality and tasted terrible.”

“Hmm.. what a shame,” Alastor sighed standing up.

“Alastor..Do not say anything rude to that girl,” Rosie raised an eyebrow.

Alastor said nothing walking away. Bean played with the finger inside her coffee mug, she looked up to see the Radio Demon. “I thought he’d want coffee, I ordered it just how he likes it..” she sighs accepting her fate, “Go ahead,” Bean looked down at her cup.

“Fortunately for you I don’t have the desire to bring you to tears, but I’ll settle for some ice cream,” He sits across from her. “I’m sure your date won’t mind.” Bean gives him a small smile.

“Thank you,” she said.

“For what my dear?”

“Being here I guess.”

Alastor’s grin turns to a warm smile but quickly returns to the creepy grin, “Can I offer some advice?”

Bean shrugs, “Okay.”

“Stop being so naive, it’s cute to others; but not to me,” He explains.

The sinner looked down, “Sometimes I don’t get things.” Bean was angry at this point, she hadn’t changed at all.

“After today, do you get it now?”

She only looked up at him in anger.

“Good.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Donnie whistled a tune, walking through the dark empty streets of Pentagram City, he needed some inspiration; sometimes he thought about going another route with art but he didn’t know what route that was?

That was until he heard blood curdling scream, Bean walked from an alley wearing a sundress covered in blood, “Fine evening we’re having huh?” He startled her. She turned around.

“Oh hi uh..Danny?” She was trying to figure out who he was.

“Donnie,” he rolled his eyes before smiling. “Anyway! Whatcha doin out so late, a young lady shouldn’t be out at this hour.”

Bean looked around not knowing what to say, she didn’t want to hurt that guy, she was just upset, angry, “I don’t know..” she sighed, exhausted.

Donnie could tell something was wrong, she was literally his daughter, “Is there something wrong?” He asked.

She didn’t answer for a moment, “This guy I like was supposed to meet me today so we could talk about..us, but he never showed up. He NEVER does! I just want to know how he feels about me, but I guess he doesn’t feel anything; he sees me as a child,” Bean was so deep in her feelings she didn’t realize that Donnie was glaring off into space. “You okay buddy?”

He snapped out of his trance, there were so many ways to kill a tv, “I’m sorry, what does that have to do with the guy you killed?”

“Well I ate him but I was letting out my anger and it was towards the wrong person,” The young woman was embarrassed.

“That was his mistake, who told him to be out so late?!” He laughed. “It’s never the ‘wrong person’, that person picked the wrong time,” Donnie shrugged.

Bean looked up at him on the verge of tears, “ “But I don’t want to hurt people that don’t deserve it-”

Donnie grabbed her face, “Don’t cry, stop that,” he had a stern look on his face. “Do not show them weakness. The reason that Vo- that guy doesn’t like you is because of this, understand?” She nods. “Good, do not let your emotions show through your eyes, let them show through your actions; let your emotions run rampant, don’t cry over dinner. Move on to the next victim until everyone knows not to fuck with you!” He let go of her face.

It was silent for a second, “Thank you,” Bean broke the silence wiping her tears. “Sorry.”

“That’s okay, go home and get rest, oh and take this,” he handed her a paper with his number on it. She takes it before walking off. Donnie watched her slowly grinning, “I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

He had found his inspiration.

(Hey hey! Sorry for the long chapter, I had too many ideas for the chapter! Lol half of them aren’t in here. Anyway, just some information on Donahue “Donnie” Matten, his actual face doesn’t talk, the mask he where’s talks; like it’s his words but coming out of the mask. He can’t talk without it, it’ll be discussed more later in the story)

[happyk44]

[ID: Screenshots from Buddy Daddies with different tumblr text posts edited in.

1: Rei smokes in the kitchen. The smoke flows off his cigarette and towards the ceiling as he watches it, mouth agape.

Post from @/homoidiotic: me at support group: idk guys i'm feeling so ben affleck smoking jpeg over it all

2: Kazuki looking annoyed. Post from @/0ffwhite: I just took a DNA test, turns out I'm 100% tired of this bullshit

3: Rei, Miri and Kazuki play Morio Kart at the arcade. Rei celebrates his first place win, while Miri gazes up at him happily from her seat. Her screen displays a 2nd place win. Meanwhile Kazuki is moping, his screen showing 12th place, aka last.

Post from @/hiiddles in all caps save for the first two letters: I came home to hear my dad and dad shouting abuse at each other and my dad threatening divorce and I got scared but omfg it's because [italics] they're playing morio kart [end italics]

4: Rein sitting awkwardly on one of the kid's chairs while Kazuki sits normally beside him. Rei is staring off to the wall. His calfs are crossed over one another as he sits on the very edge of the chair, hands between his legs and touching the floor. His arms are perfectly straight.

Post from @/eebie: girls love him for his poor posture and pathetic demeanor

5: A small trio of moms and their kids whispering at each other while they watch Kazuki, who is sitting on a bench, pointedly looking away from them. A bead of sweat drips down his cheek.

Post from @/generalgrievousdatingsim: oh, so when [italics] other [end italics] people go outside it's "good for their health" and "highly recommended", it's only when [italics] i [end italics] do it that it's a "containment breach" and a "high-level threat to public safety and security", huh?

/end ID]

Buddy Daddies + Text Posts [Part 18/ ??]

[jeonverselol]

go ahead and cry (m) (pt 1) - jjk

a/n: this is purely a fic based on the song ‘daddy issues’ by the neighbourhood - probably great to listen to it first

summary: jungkook has commitment issues when it came to love and you are always ready to fall in love. you two want to be loved, and you’re ready to attach yourself but that’s what scares jungkook and he finally confronts all his fears.

genre: smut, angst | friends to lovers au | fratboy!kook x reader

word count: 3.6k

warnings: daddy issues lol, unprotected sex (don’t ever do that pls), cunnilingus, unhealthy coping mechanisms, squirting, overstimulation, fingering, public sex (sort of), exhibitionist kink (if you squint), praising, desperate kook, needy kook, jealousy, insecurities, crying scenes, emotional outbursts

take you like a drug, i taste you on my tongue, you ask me what i'm thinking about, i tell you that i'm thinking about

“fuck, that feels so good,” you moaned out loud when jungkook’s tongue flicks your bud. he has been eating you out for an hour since he came over. his earlier text to you was a bit vague, just a “can i come over, need to talk.” you didn’t think much about it before replying a curt ‘sure’ and about half an hour later he pulled up, dressed up black jeans and a t-shirt inside and a jacket over it - he probably was out somewhere; and his face tells you he’s been drinking.

when you opened the door, he did not try to hide the fact that he was undressing you with his eyes the moment he saw you in your tank top and shorts, the breeze filled the silence of the night, hardening your nipples in an instant, buds peeking through the cotton fabric. “what did you wanna talk ab-“ your sentence was cut off with him lunging towards you and picking you up, foot closing the door before pinning you against it.

“need you first,” there was a sense of plea in his voice, something you can’t quite place. it wasn’t unusual for jungkook to come over to yours whenever he wanted. you wouldn’t call yourself fuck buddies, and friends with benefits might be the closest label but then again you two had never hooked up that much to reap much benefits to call it so. it all happened spontaneously, like right now.

it started about 8 months ago, with a drunken kiss. you and jungkook had always been friends since the start of university, hanging out with the same group of friends but probably not extremely close to be called best friends, but close friends, nonetheless. it was during a truth or dare game in a frat party that jungkook admitted you were the hottest person in the party, and during a little tour in his room your lips met his and never felt like leaving. fast forward a month later he had you alone in his room again, attempts of a movie right gone futile when a full-blown fucking session occurred the whole night. after that incident, the two of you never made the attempt to establish anything but have repeated the incident a handful of times, no explanation, just spontaneously.

which is what led you to your thighs spread out hanging on his shoulders right now. “oh my god, that feels so fucking good,” your eyes rolled back as he started to insert his tongue into your folds. you must have came about four times already because you were extra sensitive. “could eat this pussy all day.” he drove in like starved man, tongue darting in and out of your walls. he was still fully clothed and you were stark naked, something about it made you feel timid yet you loved the power play that ensued. he started to suck your clit and your whimpers became screams as you buck your hips to his face. “come on give me what i want baby, cum on my tongue again.” he was groaning at this point. he seemed angry for some reason, but also desperate.

“yes yes yes like that kook,” your palms went to your bare breasts to tug your nipples, adding to the stimulation and the waves your shock your lower half is going to get. he inserted two fingers into your sensitive folds, curling his fingertips upwards in a come-hither motion. this got you spreading your legs wider than before and his free hand came to hold your thigh down. “pussy so fucking good i could cum just by having a meal here.” he never failed to hide how desperate he was for you whenever you two had these encounters. he was shamelessly grinding on the floor, seemed to be eagerly chasing his release as well. “fuck i’m cumming!” you let out a high pitched moan before coming undone on his fingers and tongue for the fifth time tonight. “mm baby doll if you keep making those sounds i’m gonna cum in my pants.”

“cum inside me baby, just slip inside,” you were sensitive but you didn’t wanna leave him hanging. “fuck you’re desperate aren’t you baby girl, i’ll give it to you, i’ll give you what you want,” he stood up and discarded every piece of clothing he had. his hard cock sprang free from his boxers and the tip was red and angry. he stroked himself a few times before aligning his tip against your entrance.

whatever you're thinking about, tell me something that i'll forget, and you might have to tell me again, it's crazy what you'll do for a friend

“you need me don’t you baby, tell me how much you need me, tell me and i’ll give it to you,” his commands were domineering but laced with desperation. jungkook needed you to constantly tell him that you needed him. “fuck me kook, fuck me hard.” you spread your legs for him, folds glistening with your essence and his saliva. you two moaned in unison as jungkook pushed himself into you. “that’s right baby, whose pussy is this hm? tell me who gives it to you good.” he was fucking into you hard and relentlessly. “yours! fuck, only you fuck me good!”

“don’t need anyone else don’t you, always so fucking good to me, the best pussy in the world,” his thumb came down and rubbed your puffy clit harsh, sending you into jolts of sensation. “so fucking good jungkook!” he lifted your leg and folded it to your chest while the other occupied itself on your clit. his dick was hitting new angles and with how sensitive you were, it was getting too much. “fuck, too sens- too sensitive,” you were writhing in his hold, tears escaping the brim of your eyes.

go ahead and cry, little girl, nobody does it like you do. i know how much it matters to you. i know that you got daddy issues

“shh, don’t cry little girl, i’m gonna make you feel so good… shh,” his thumb came up to wipe your tear away before continuing his assault on your clit. “that’s right baby, give it to me, i’ll make you feel so good, don’t move away, don’t move away from me,” he pounded into you harder and you feel your orgasm slowly building up again, this time you knew you were gonna cum harder than before. “don’t… don’t stop kook, keep going.” you relaxed in his hold once again, a sight jungkook was thriving on. “told you baby girl, shh, just trust me, i’ll give you everything, i won’t disappoint you you know me right? i won’t hurt you,” at this point you’re not sure if his words were a reflection of his desperation for you or something else but you were not going to question it. 

a hard thrust from jungkook caused you to scream in ecstasy and as he pulled himself completely out you as you were gushing onto him. “that’s right! fuck yeah you’re a sin baby, my angel baby,” jungkook was always an oxymoron, he loved things that were bad for him and when something good happens he thinks something might be wrong – exhibit A right now.

and if you were my little girl, i'd do whatever i could do, i'd run away and hide with you, i know that you got daddy issues, and i do too

he pushed himself back in and with a few thrusts, you felt spurts of hot liquid coating your walls and his face rested on the crook of your neck. after seconds, he slowly pulled out of you and before you could open your mouth, he went towards the pile of his clothes. you were about to be disappointed, thinking he was going to leave but he fished out a box of cigarettes and a lighter. he brought one to his lips before lighting it up, taking a long drag. he put on his boxers and darted to the balcony of your room, sitting on the rattan chair you just bought a few days ago. silence ensued the room.

i tried to write your name in the rain, but the rain never came, so i made with the sun, the shade

you were used to jungkook being like this. he was always unreadable but then it was very obvious if something was bothering him. you opted to put his shirt on and head out to see him, hoping to get some words from him. as you came out, jungkook’s eyes darted towards you, mouth agape as he sees you in his shirt, a soft smile etched to his lips and you mirror this. 

he tugs your arm and you sit on his lap. his smile fades as he takes his next drag, before sending you into a coughing fit. he hears this and immediately presses the bud on the floor. “sorry i’ll clean that later. and i’m sorry, i know you hate the smell of it.” he soothes your arms and brings you closer to him.

always comes at the worst time, you ask me what i'm thinking about, i tell you that i'm thinking about

“it’s okay. what are you thinking about?” you ask him, and he knows you’re seeking for a proper answer. he sighs. “just about everything, you know how it is.” at this point he was trying to divert the issue, forgetting that he came here to talk about it in the first place.

“you can tell me anything, you know that right?” you gave him a kiss in the cheek for reassurance. you knew something’s bothering him, in fact something had always been bothering him since the first time you two met. he was a hard book to read, but easy person to help. even though you knew you and jungkook were friends – more than friends less than lovers, you could see through him. it took you some time to realise his love language was words of affirmation.

“you’re gonna tell me what’s bothering you baby,” he darts his eyes to you, you never called him endearing names outside of bed. your eyes were telling him something, and he thinks he’s read you enough to know that you’re not gonna leave him in times of despair. “i’ll be here to help you get through it.” he looks to the front, his arms circling your waist to bring you closer to his chest. “i don’t know y/n, is there something wrong with me? i’m constantly afraid.” he didn’t even need to spell it out for you, you knew where this was going.

whatever you're thinking about, tell me something that i'll forget, and you might have to tell me again, it's crazy what you'll do for a friend

there was no denying that jungkook had a reputation, one that probably would not sit well with parents who would want to protect their daughters from harm’s way. while jungkook isn’t necessarily harm’s way, he isn’t the best person to be with either. he’s tried out relationships but it’s never worked out. he’d chicken out and either ghost the poor girl or just let himself engross in the life of no strings attached, when he clearly wants his strings attached. he’s stuck in a limbo, knowing that he has issues of commitment yet desperately wants to pour out his all for only one person. his biggest fear is that they would leave him, considering he’s made a mess of himself and his life, and he is not even sure whether he’s going to feel content with anyone. he wants stability but is afraid to give it. he wants eternal love but is scared of commitment. he wants to give someone his all but is afraid of them taking it and leaving halfway because he’s too much to handle. you knew where his fear stemmed from, and it’s no denying that it was hard to get him to overcome it. in recent times, he’s began to embrace that he has strong feelings for you but kept building this invisible wall inside him.

“you just know how it is baby,” his voice was timid, and you felt the urge to tell him it’s okay, it’s alright, it’s not going to happen to you – what came out was just a sigh from you, and you hugged him, fully enveloping your arms around him, planting a kiss on his head.

go ahead and cry, little girl, nobody does it like you do, i know how much it matters to you, i know that you got daddy issues

“you need to know that nothing’s gonna happen to you once you open your heart up kook,” your voice was soft. you traced your finger around his tattooed arm and his biceps flexed. “i want to,” his statement sounded like a plea, almost saying i want to give you the world, but don’t hurt me. ironically, his reputation of a fuckboy was the unhealthiest coping mechanism of his fear of monogamy, to hide his fear of loving and not loved back in the same magnitude. but you were not going to feed that into his thoughts anymore. “you know i love you don’t you kook?” you stated, whispering into the crown of his head. it was as clear as day that the two of you had feelings for one another, feelings that go beyond the bedroom but you knew that he was never gonna let his guard down.

“i love you, so much, y/n.” this time, you could feel him tearing up but you didn’t budge. you let him. “i want to give you everything, i want to always protect you; i will do everything i can to make you happy,” his voiced strained, almost as if he had been choking in his words for some time. “i’ll give you my all, i want to just… fuck, i’ll do everything you want me to, just…” this time he looked up at you, and your heart clenched at the sight of his tearful eyes. you felt yourself tear up too.

he knew you wanted him; he knew you wanted stability. the moment he saw you crying one night after getting dumped by your ex, you poured your heart out to him, detailing how you only wanted to be cared for, but your ex felt that you were ‘high maintenance’ and that you were demanding. all you wanted was to be loved. you overworked yourself most of the time, you had a family to care for, you were mentally exhausted all the time and your only escape was hoping that someone would love you the way you loved everyone and sacrificed yourself for everyone. you were the type to seek solace in your significant other, that was your coping mechanism and possible happy place, and jungkook knew that. he wanted to give you that.

and if you were my little girl, i'd do whatever i could do, i'd run away and hide with you, i know that you got daddy issues

his love for you soon grew into desperation. there were many times that he wanted to tell you that he would be on his knees for you if you wanted him to. he was yours for a long time, but to get you to be his, he was fearful. fearful that he would disappoint you, and that would mean a lifelong of regret for him. he wanted to give you the life you wanted, but he hated the anxiety within him. he was just as fearful as you.

he tried forgetting you, forgoing the idea of pursuing anything romantic with you but you were like a drug to him. you became the air he breathed in, the warmth of your body became his home, the sound of your voice became his sound of comfort.

i keep on trying to let you go, i'm dying to let you know, how i'm getting on, i didn't cry when you left at first, but now that you're dead it hurts

he tried distancing himself, ghosted you for two weeks. he thought he made progress but he couldn’t handle the sight of other men around you. he just knew that they were not able to love you as much as he loved you. you needed to know that you needed him and him only, forget everyone else. and who was he to deny the fact that he needed you? he was down bad. in a drunken fit at one of the frat parties, he remembered lunging across the living room floor just to yank you away from this guy who seemed to be new, because everyone knew you were off limits – even though you weren’t his girlfriend. he was toxic like that. the poor boy was trying his luck for sure but to no avail. at least he didn’t get punched in the face by jungkook just like another guy did two months ago.

“get your hands off of my girl,” he hissed at the guy before dragging you away, heading upwards to his room. you tried to pry your hands off of him but his grip was strong, jaw clenched and you knew he was seething. “what the fuck jungkook?”

it wasn’t the first time jungkook displayed his jealousy and became territorial in public. deep down he was insecure, afraid you might find what you wanted in someone else because he wasn’t able to give it to you at that moment. he told himself in due time he would let his insecurities go but time seemed to be ticking and his insides were tumbling with fear every time anyone attempted to hit on you. he couldn’t do it yet - commitment; but one thing for sure was he needed you. if he couldn’t convince you about that yet, the least he could do is scare everyone else away. he knew it was selfish of him, an unhealthy obsession if you will. but he was too scared to love you, and he was even more scared that you will never measure up to his love for you. he needed love, so badly.

he slammed the door shut before throwing you on the bed and climbing onto you. his breath reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. he held your jaw tightly before inching is face closer to yours. “i don’t like you being near other men.” his eyes were dark and raging, but if you looked longer, it falters into sadness and pure pain.

“you’re not my boyfriend,” that was the first time you said it and he felt a pang in his heart. it was a sensitive topic for both of you and you knew it but it had to be said. “i’ll show you who i am to you by the end of the night,” he dived straight into your lips and that was the first time he made love to you, and needless to say, you knew who he was to you. he was yours, and you were his.

this time i gotta know, where did my daddy go? i'm not entirely here, half of me has disappeared

fast forward to the current situation, the two of you met each other’s tearful gazes and he can’t help but inch forward to kiss you.

“please let me be yours,” he pleaded in between kisses. “you always have been, kook,” the kisses became fiercer, and your bodies moulded together as you melt into each other.

“i love you so fucking much, i don’t want it to be like this anymore.” he was determined this time to show you he was going to commit. you knew it was hard for him, considering he grew up idolising his dad and the love his dad showed his mother, until one day he came home and saw her crying for the first time – his dad no where to be seen, just a single ‘i’m sorry’ carved into a torn up paper, held down by a paperweight made from several books. that was the last memory he had of him.

that was the first time jungkook felt what heartbreak was and he never recovered from it. that was the first time he feared loving someone and being loved. he never wanted to feel what his mother felt, and feared the ability to hurt someone like how his dad did.

go ahead and cry, little boy, you know that your daddy did too, you know what your mama went through, you gotta let it out soon, just let it out

“show me how much you love me jungkook, right here,” the balcony was dark, the view in front of you only showed the city street lights. there was barely  anyone at this hour, not to mention you lived in the 10th floor. “i’ll show you baby, fuck i’ll show you everything.” his fingers grazed down to your uncovered folds, which was already dripping in essence. the two of you were insatiable when the chance arose and this time was no exception.

he played with your clit, rubbing in slow and fast motions. you instinctively spread out your legs and he inserted two fingers in, lips still attached to yours. “fuck, so fucking good,” you moaned and his boxers started to feel tight.

“sit on me baby,” he lowered his boxers a little, spread his thighs further on your rattan armchair and took out his hard cock. you faced him this time, eagerly sliding into him with ease, and started to bounce on him. “that’s right baby girl, show everyone who you belong to, who’s the only one that makes you feel this good.”

you stifled your moans by hiding your face in the crook of his neck, your arms wrapped out him as you continued to bounce on him. he left wet kisses on your shoulders before he started to piston his hips upwards, fucking you just as much you were fucking him. he brought his thumb over to your clit and you felt your orgasm building up. “gonna cum baby,” you whined and jungkook increased his pace. moments later, your walls started to contract from the stimulation as your orgasm washes over you. jungkook unloads into you before kissing your neck.

“i love you so much.” he looks into your eyes. “i want this, please,” his tears pooling in his eyes again, his brown irises shaking behind the liquid barrier. “i want this so much, forever,” the fear slowly escaped his eyes in the form of tear droplets. “forever, always, don’t leave me.” 

go ahead and cry, little girl, nobody does it like you do, i know how much it matters to you, i know that you got daddy issues

“i love you too, so much,” you nodded and mirrored his expressions. “forever and always, together,” and for the first time ever, he felt that spark of reassurance that what you said was true, and he finally let you in. and you found solace in the place you craved for, his heart.

and if you were my little girl, i'd do whatever i could do, i'd run away and hide with you, i know that you got daddy issues, and i do too

if you were my little girl, i'd do whatever i could do, i'd run away and hide with you, i know that you got daddy issues, and i do too

a/n: okay this was sad but good to write

read the sequel right here: part 2 !

[notsopersonalcharlie]

Hotshot Part 4 - Waffles

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Army!OC - Fluff

tags: @rousethemouse @hotchgan​ @hotchnerxo​ @chaoticconnoisseurgiver​

Warnings: None that I can think of

Notes: Basically just meeting Jack, but also other stuff lol. Also a long one. The long awaited part 4, hoping to draft part 5 soon as well, which will more than likely be the last part in this series. Let me know what you think. Gif isn’t mine

Part 1 here - Part 2 here - Part 3 here

Aaron woke up to weight on his chest and opened his eyes to find Jack sitting there staring down at him. 

“Daddy, your alarm has been going off literally forever.” Literally forever had been his favorite thing to say recently.

“You know you staring at me is very creepy.” Jack grinned, holes where some of his teeth were still missing or growing in. 

“You said we have big plaaaaans,” he said, flopping to the side and starfishing out as Aaron reached to his bedside table to turn off his alarm. He had a text from Willow that had been sent an hour ago. 

“We do, why don’t  you go get dressed in jeans and a shirt and we’ll head out soon.” Jack nodded, bouncing up and down a few times before dashing off. 

“And don’t forget a sweatshirt, it’s cold out!” 

“Okaaaay.” Aaron looked at his phone again, reading the text. 

Willow Cutler: Back from the gym. Ready to go when you are. 

He shot back that they would be ready soon before getting out of bed and starting to get dressed. It had only been a few months now since they had met again, but the engagement ring he had kept for her was sitting on his dresser. He looked at it for a moment before picking up the challenge coin beside it and going to check on Jack. He had jeans on, but was rifling through his drawers for a shirt. 

“C’mon buddy, what color do you want to wear at least?” Aaron helped him pick out a shirt, but when Jack put it on he noticed a grass stain. 

“I can’t wear that one,” he said, hurriedly going back to try to find another.

“Why not? It’s ok if its a little dirty.” Aaron pointed out that he was wearing a t-shirt and a sweatshirt as well. 

“I want your friend to like me.” Aaron couldn’t help but smile. 

“I promise she’s going to like you anyway. But let’s find one you want to wear.” Jack finally settled on an orange and black Star Wars one that was the match to the shirt Aaron was wearing. He put on a hoodie over it from his soccer team before grabbing socks and following Aaron out to the car. Aaron texted Willow that they were on their way before starting the car. It wasn’t a long ride. 

“Where are we going? It’s not too far right? I still have to go to practice later, remember?” Aaron nodded, catching his eye in the review. 

“I know buddy, we’re just going to get breakfast.” 

“Oh YEAH!” Jack yelled, sticking his hand out the window. It was a little chilly out, getting closer to the fall, but the sun was shining and it really was a perfect day for his soccer practice. They arrived at the diner pretty quickly. Jack and him went there often when Aaron had time off and Jack hopped out of the car on his own and raced to the door. Willow was leaning against the front of her car and looking at her phone when the car pulled up, and had watched the boy bolt for the door. 

“Likes breakfast?” She asked, walking up to where Aaron had stopped to make sure the car was locked. 

“Loves it. Waffles though, not pancakes.” She grinned, and Aaron gave a small sigh of defeat. 

“Yes, I know. They’re better because of the-”

“Pockets of goodness!” Willow finished. 

“Jack, bud, this is my friend Willow. We’ve known each other for a long long time.” Jack looked up at her and stuck out his hand. 

“Nice to meet you.” She shook it and smiled. 

“Quite the gentleman. It’s nice to meet you, Jack. Your dad has said a lot about you the last couple weeks.” Aaron went to open the door and just barely caught the boy saying, “Dad has a picture of you on the wall in his room.” Aaron squeezed his eyes shut and pulled the door open, a blush taking over his face. Jack skipped in, going straight to the hostess. Willow gave him a smirk as she stepped by him. 

“A picture of me, huh?” 

“Yes, I do have a picture of you and me.” Aaron’s hand rested on her lower back as they walked, following Jack and the hostess to one of the booths. 

Breakfast was easy, and Jack took to Willow immediately, fascinated by the few stories she told about Aaron when they were younger and the fact that she had been in the Army with Aaron. He asked a million questions a minute until he got his waffles and then things quieted down, Aaron tapping his knee against Willow’s as they ate. 

“Do you want to come to my soccer practice?” Jack asked while he stole bacon off Aaron’s plate. Willow’s eyebrows went up and she looked to Aaron, who gave a small ‘its up to you’ shrug.

“You can practice with me too! We always get there early so dad and I can run around,” Jack continued, then in a poor stage whisper said, “He’s not very good.” Willow grinned. 

“He never was. And sure, I’ll come.” Jack clapped excitedly, and continued to talk about his soccer team and about all the people on the team. She drove her own car over to the apartment complex, and for the first time entered Aaron’s new home. As they walked up the stairs, Aaron could remember the first time he had gone to her house, later than he had hoped after over two years together. 

Aaron hopped out of the blue pickup, checking himself in the side mirror before going up to the door. He could hear barking inside, and he knocked twice before taking a step back. A burly man opened the door, surveying Aaron with careful eyes. 

“Hello, sir. Aaron Hotchner.” The man’s eyes narrowed, but he reached out and shook Aaron’s extended hand. 

“C’mon in.” They stepped into the house and Aaron was immediately accosted by two large German Shepards, which came to sniff every inch of him they could reach. 

“Willow, the boy’s here,” her father called up the stairs as he walked past. 

“A drink?” he asked him. 

“Uh, no sir, I’m not old enough yet.” The man nodded as he made his way into the kitchen that Aaron could see down the hall, leaving Aaron alone with the dogs. 

“Sadie, get off’im,” Willow’s voice came, and Aaron turned to see her coming down the stairs.  Her hair was down in loose waves, and she hopped off the last step into his arms. It was the first time they had been apart for any length of time since they met. Aaron squeezed her tight, face buried in her shoulder. 

“I missed you.” 

“I missed you too,” she said quietly. He set her down, careful of the dogs, and she led the way further back in the house.

Aaron unlocked the door, and Jack raced in, turning a corner and disappearing.

“Welcome to the Hotchner residence.” To Willow’s surprise, in the back corner on a shelf, the first thing that caught her eye, was a number of things from their army days, including a framed photo of their unit. The living room was cluttered with children’s things, but it looked lived in and clean.

“What?” Aaron asked, as she stood looking around the apartment, just inside the doorway. She looked at him, a smirk on her face. 

“What?” he asked again, stepping closer to her so he could press a kiss to her lips. It felt like he had so many more to make up for. 

“You don’t see it?” she asked, taking a step in and peeking into the kitchen as well. 

“No?” 

“So you didn’t intentionally set up your living room exactly like ours was?” Aaron looked around and froze after a moment of thinking back to what their living room had looked like. He didn’t think of himself as sentimental all that much, but apparently his subconscious was. The TV was across the les wide part of the room from the TV and along the back wall there was two bookshelves around the window, with a small bench under it littered with a number of Jack’s things on it. Still, it was exactly the same as their old house. 

“I guess... I d-” Willow cut him off with a kiss, arms wrapped around his neck. Aaron’s hands slipped to her waist, tugging her closer. When he pulled away from her lips, he pressed his face into her shoulder, arms wrapping all the way around her and pulling him flush against her. Willow’s eyes closed, fingers running through the hair at the back of his neck. It was still short like he kept it when he was in the Army. Aaron didn’t want to let go. He could feel the last time he hugged her, the last time he hugged Haley. Those last moments with both of them had destroyed him, but he told himself this time he wouldn’t he holding Willow’s body for the last time. He wouldn’t let her away from him ever again. 

Both of them pulled away with tears in their eyes, and Willow used her thumbs to swipe his off his cheeks, her mascara already running. He kissed her softly, then pressed his forehead to hers. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too, Aaron.” Once they finally pulled away from each other, Aaron couldn’t take his hand from her side as they walked around the small apartment. 

“Alright, you gotta let go of me so I can use the bathroom and fix my face.” Aaron grabbed her waist, spinning her into his chest. 

“There’s nothing wrong with your face.” He kissed her, and let her go, peeking into Jack’s room to make sure he was almost ready. 

“Can you get me an extra water bottle today, dad? I ran out last time.” Aaron nodded and headed to the kitchen. One cold water bottle was in the fridge already, but Aaron put ice and water in another, tucking them into Jack’s soccer bag and checking that his cleats were in there as well. He went back to the kitchen to grab some snacks and water for him and Willow. 

Willow stepped out of the bathroom, watching Aaron head back into the small kitchen, and then took another step across the hall into Aaron’s bedroom. It wasn’t big. Jack had gotten the better end of the deal, and clearly Aaron had given him the master bedroom of the apartment. They had talked about Jack, about Aaron’s life with Haley, about all of his guilt. He was carrying so much, and doing it all alone. There was a picture of Aaron and herself in the room, one of the photos they’d taken after their engagement. The room itself was just as she expected. The bed was made neatly, with a few clothes tossed on top of the dresser. Aside from a single glass of water on the nightstand, the room was clean. 

“Whatcha doin?” Willow turned to see Jack standing in the door. 

“Just looking. Ready for practice?” The boy nodded. He was wearing what looked like a practice jersey, bright orange with a soccer ball on the front and a number on the back. He was holding a soccer ball, and she gestured for him to toss it to her. 

“Dad says no soccer in the house.” 

“He can’t tell me not to,” Willow said with a grin, taking the ball and dribbling it past Jack into the hall. He came up around her and managed to get the ball from her, and he burst into laughter, running up the hall while moving the ball between his feet. 

“Hey! What did I say about soccer in the house?” Aaron exclaimed, seeing them come up the hall. 

“Sorry, my fault,” Willow said, suppressing a smile. He tried to look angry at her, but he couldn’t manage it, especially not with the huge grin on Jack’s face. 

“Alright, no more though. Come on, we got to get out of here.” 

“I just need to grab a jacket from my car,” Willow said as they got outside. She jogged off while Aaron got Jack and his bag situated in the car. 

“Daddy?” 

“Yeah, what’s up buddy?” 

“Are you going to marry Willow?” Aaron turned to look at his son, spotting Willow running back to them with the jacket in hand. 

“If it’s alright with you Jack, I think I will.” 

[tipsydipsydo]

Pairing: tall! & sub! Reader x dom! OT7 BTS

Gender of the Reader: male

Word Count: 2.3k  

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut/PwP

Warnings: Dirty Language + Dirty Talk; Dom-/Sub-Dynamics; accidental overhearing of a phone call, Mentions of Exhibitionism & Voyeurism; Mentions of Sex Toys & Masturbation; slightly mentioned Double Penetration; mentions of Anal play; Praising; Petnames; some Degradation; Daddy-Kink; Teasing; slight Edging; the boys are teasing the poor reader to Death

A/N: Well- that was a quick writing. Instead of studying I decided to write this funny request and to use my procrastination in a better way than scrolling stressed through TikTok. I hope y’all like it!!

Status: unedited bc I am lazy and should study. 

Request: i want to request a drabble/one shot: sub taller male reader and his seven boyfriends in which he confidently talks naughty things with his friend on phone but when he realized his bf are watching, he became crazily shy because he is just a big cute boy, then his bf decided they want to test those ‘words’ he has said, poor boy =))

Requested by: anonymous 

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After too many and super busy weeks full of work, you’ve finally managed to find a free afternoon in your schedule where your best friend and you have enough time for a nice, long telephone call on the couch. You are already over one and a half hour on the phone, exchanging the newest stuff that happened in your life with each other and joking around. Slowly your conversation turns their focus to your more private life and your bestie asks you about your polyamorous relationship with your boyfriends. At first just normal things like, how’s it going in general, how you all manage the relationship with all the different time schedules, how often it comes to fights and how you deal with that etc. Just normal stuff and  the ‘typical’ questions you’re already used to, when people realize that you’re not in a monogamous relationship. 

Your best friend and you grew up together. You met each other in elementary school, went through the curses of puberty as an inseparable team and even survived middle and high school thanks to the other one. Already in your teens, where both of you made your first experiences and got into your first relationships, your best friend had a guess that you’re not as straight as you want him to believe. No, they even assumed that you’re maybe not made for the typical monogamous relationship which the society preach every fucking day. 

Well, turns out that your best friend really knew you better than you did yourself back then but honestly, nowadays you’re thankful for their suggestions and that they gave you the save space you needed to dare to make new experiences in those directions. 

Nevertheless, they were still more than surprised when you introduced him to not only two or three boyfriends, no that you brought seven (!) other men to their birthday party two years ago. At first they were a little worried if you didn’t overload yourself with such a complex relationship dynamic and that it’ll turn out as a serious burden and not an enrichment for your life. Turns out, now it was their turn to make a false assumption about what’s the best for you and theu were more than happy to admit that everything turned out just fine. It truly makes their heart swell to hear the happiness in your voice through the phone everything you mention something about the boys. 

Quickly your phone call turn into an even more private talk and dedicate itself to the really interesting stuff. You’re sharing every detail in your life with another, so why should it stop when it comes to sex talk? You have absolutely no problem and any shame to talk freely with your best friend about your kinks and dirty thoughts. Sometimes you even think that you’re better informed about each other’s preferences better than your actual partner(s) are. 

“I think, I already told you that idea more than once... that I have a thing for exhibitionism and the thought of getting catched doing something ‘forbitten’ or ‘dirty’, right? Uhm... TMI but I don’t give a shit, whenever I am alone at home because they’re busy and we can’t meet for some days... I mastubate with some of the toys they’ve bought for me and imagine that they catch me. You know, when we have sessions with Dom and Sub Dynamics, they’re only temporarily and usually we go back to normal in the moment when the scene is over... that means, when I am alone and horny, I can do whatever I want to. I can jack off or fuck myself as much I desire and they wouldn’t say anything about it. It’s not like, I don’t appreciate my personal freedom when it comes to masturbation or that I want something completely different, no! We both already talked about that too, I don’t like the idea of Total Power Exchange, I prefer to be an independent person as soon as I walk out of the bedroom- okay, not only bedroom, we have sex in other places than the bedroom too- ANYWAY, what I wanted to say with that: ...”, you mutter and take a deep breath into your lungs. 

After holding such a long monologue your mouth dried up terribly and now you need quickly something to drink. You get up from the couch and walk over to the kitchen island to pour some soda into a glass. A satisfied hum leaves your throat after you took some gulps of your favourite sparkling sugar bomb. 

The whole time, where you moved around in the eat-in kitchen of the apartment, you are not that alone anymore as you thought you’d be, especially right in this moment. Namjoon, Hoseok and a boyish smirking Jimin joined you around ten minutes ago, leaning casually against the wall next to the door of the room and listen very interested to the conversation you have with your friend right now. They didn’t mean to overhear your private talk, they just wanted to know what kind of take-out food you’d prefer for tonight. 

Unfortunately your conversation turned out to be very, very interesting for them, so they decided to give you some more time to talk with your best friend about the sexual fantasies you have which they don’t know about... well, until now.

Hoseok texted the other boys in the group chat to join them in the living room as well, they need to hear those very important information too! 

Poor you, completely oblivious and naïve to what’s happening in this moment, not getting any kind of hint that not only your best friend would get those significant informations...

“...-what I actually wanted to say with that: I prefer to be independent in relation to all other non-sexual life-responsibilities. Well, that doesn’t mean we couldn’t increase the Erotic Power Exchange, right? To be very honest, I can’t get the fantasy of them taking my sextoys away and to forbid me to touch myself without their permission out of my head. I love to be their good boy and to get praises, I really do... but there is this thrill to be break the instructed rules, getting caught while doing it and getting punished for it. I want... I want to get called bad, filthy and dirty names, I want to be a disobedient, greedy and insatiable slut for them. I want to get spanked, edged and overstimulated, I want to get fucked into the mattress so bad, up to the point where I can’t get a single clear thought together and my brain turned to mush... I want to get used, ruined and wrecked by their cocks, getting my holes stuffed full with their cum and then plugged up, so nothing can run out anymore- God fuck, I should stop talking like that or I’ll get a serious problem! Well... sorry for so much detailed TMI, you know that this shit always happens when you tell me to stop overthinking and encourage me to spill everything that comes to my mind. Now you got every filthy detail you’ve asked for, you’re welcome.”, you joke sarcastically and facepalm yourself. You can’t believe how incredibly blunt and shameless you just threw your latest sex fantasy in every fucking detail at your poor best friend. 

Usually you’re more than shy to talk about such things, in your understanding the magic for your shameless mouth towards your best friend has to reside in the deep thrust you have in him and simply the knowledge that your relationship is platonic. It’s not like that you couldn’t trust your boyfriends wholeheartedly, god no! You know, that they would never kinkshame you for anything, 

it’s just... after sharing those thoughts it would result something out of it. You don’t want that they  think you’re a weirdo or that they only do specific things because they know it would turn you on. 

The other one just snorts in amusement when you voice this slight helpless apology, they can imagine the significant blush which has settled down on your cheeks. 

“Hey buddy, don’t apologize for that. There is nothing to apologizing for, I am way too curious for my own good as well and I need to make sure that you’re happy in your relationship, especially when it comes to the point if they are able to fulfill your sexual desires. I need to know that, believe me. Okay, there’s one thing... I knew you were submissive, my dude. But I didn’t expect that you’d be such a masochistic hoe and that you’d have such a thing for degradation, Jesus! Nevermind, more important: did you talked with them about that fantasy? Would they be down for this idea and would they like to be more in charge? Please do not tell me that you’re too shy to talk with them about it, not again! I tell you this every goddamn time, communication is key!”, your best friend says to you in a serious tone. 

Here you go again, getting scolded by your friend all over again. He is right, you know that... y’all already talked about ‘how to deal with certain kinks some of them or you have but the others aren’t into and how to not make them feel bad or insecure about it’ several times, you tend to overthink everything you have ever said to them all over again. You are always so flustered when seven pairs of eyes are looking at you, waiting for an answer. You are tall, even taller than Namjoon, but under their curious stares you feel always so small, fiddling with your fingers around like a little schoolboy. You love that about them, putting you into such a submissive place just with their aura and charisma and giving you the feeling as if they overtower you physically too. 

“I can absolutely agree with Y/BF/N, communication is key. Why didn’t you told us those nasty fantasies you have in your cute head up here, right away? Too shy again? Do we really need to call your best friend the next time to get some hints to your secret kinks, Babyboy?”, Taehyung rasps into your earshell and wraps his arms around you. He chuckles slightly as you squeak high-pitched in surprise. 

An equal surprised yelp of your best friend comes out of the speaker of your phone which takes Yoongi out of your hand and excuse you with the apology that ‘they need to have an important talk with you now and that you have to hang up unfortunately’. 

The display of your phone turns dark and Yoongi puts it on the surface of the kitchen island before he flashes you a dirty smile. That you’re mortified that they caught you spilling all those filthy fantasies to your best friend is the understatement of the century. Never and you mean never did you hoped so bad that the floor opens up and swallows you whole, saving you from this embarrassing misery. But Yoongi give you much time to drown in shame, coming up to you and connect your lips to a rough kiss. 

“God, I love it when our so sweet and shy Baby has such nasty and indecent fantasies in his head... why don’t you tell us these ideas in every single filthy detail once again? I think we could turn the information into some very good use, big boy~”, whispers the smaller one with blown-out eyes against your lips.

“...or would you prefer that we call you a needy cumslut, hm? The things I’ve heard give me the assumption that you want to get fucked stupid and pumped full with cum as if you are our personal playtoy?”, growls Jungkook and grabs himself a handful of your right asscheek, kneading it with a firm grip in his big palm. 

“Come on, big boy, admit that you want exactly the things Jungkook just said... I can feel how fucking hard you just got from his words... already so hard and swollen against my palm even though we barely touched you. You’re truly such a pathetic, needy slut... I bet you’d already cum in your pants if we just tease you enough... Am I right?”, chuckles Namjoon in his deep, arousal soaked timbre against your neck, nibbling at the sensitive spot of your Adam’s apple. 

“...what about we change our location to the bedroom and talk about the things you’ve said to Y/BF/N? Maybe we could try some of your newest kinks out? Would you like the thought of us watching you from the couch while you prepare your needy asshole for us? Showing us how you stuff you clenching rim with a girthy dildo? Wearing a cockring so you couldn’t cum without our permission? Prepping yourself all messy, whining for our finger, tongues and dicks in your ass like the greedy slut you are? Yeah, you’d love that thought.”, Seokjin teases you mercilessly, rolling your sensitive balls in his palm, just how you like it.  “Y-Yes, Daddies... I’d love to be a greedy cumslut for you... please turn me into one!”, you wisper. 

@cys-mental-escapades​; @bangtanloverboys​; @btsxmalereaders​

[drakenology]

would you ever write abt hq boyfriend sending your nudes/videos of fuckin to a group chat -🐮

this- it’s wrong but so right at the same time. thank you nonnie.

Video Phone - ft. Miya Osamu, Nishinoya, Kuroo and Oikawa.

author’s note: ok like the way I had the perfect photo edited for this kind of hc. i had an idea like this but it rotted in the drafts heh. hope you like this!

warnings: smut, mentions of creampie, daddy kink, college aged bois, voyeurism?, male receiving oral, noya being a himbo, dirty talk, slight degradation

Osamu

would send them to the team for sure.

he likes showing you off.

like he highkey wants to do porn with you kssk so this is his way of uh.. getting your content out there

he’ll record everything.

sessions upon sessions saturate this man’s camera roll.

and why not share that with his friends? who is he to deny them the privilege of watching him fuck you into a dirty little cockslut?

you kinda like it so.. why not?

Osamu was feeling friskier than usual; which wasn’t a problem for you since the way that motherfucker looked at you with such unadulterated hunger was enough to wet your panties.

That ‘look’ got you riding his fat cock on the couch, Osamu’s hand holding his phone to record your sloppy cunt the other smacking your ass and fondling your tits.

You kinda knew he was going to send the footage to his entourage which was embarrassing at first. But you found yourself loving the lewd texts his friends send about you; the attention going straight to your pussy. Osamu noticed you liked being recorded when your cunt clenched whenever a camera was pointed at it.

“Ya like putting on a show for my teammates, don’t ya?” Osamu inquires, taking a thumb to toy with your swollen bud. You moan back at him, playing with your nipples and licking your lips as you bounced on his dick, feet planted into the couch. Osamu made sure to get that on film, the sight of you pinching at your nipples made him lose all sense of composure.

Poor boy had no other choice but to throw the phone off to the side to grab your hips and thrust upwards, your screams echoing through the living room. You drool as he praised your sopping wet pussy’s symphony, the sounds of your juices gushing all over his dick was the perfect touch to his latest addition.

“Mmm listen ta that baby, tape’s still goin’. Tell my friends how well I’m fucking ya, will ya? Scream f’me.”

Nishinoya

Yū loves taking pictures of you.

Naked or fully clothed.

He has about a million pictures of you; videos too.

Most of them were really lewd; your supple breasts or that sweet cunt he loves fucking.

even has a gnarly creampie video he revists when you’re not around to dump his load inside.

Tried to put them all in the hidden folder and-

Sent em by accident sksjjsj

looked up “how to unsend photos” a million times

no luck lmao.

Of course everyone saw it. Even Hinata was like “gah damn”.

But you told him you didn’t really mind. In fact it was kinda hot that his friends lusted after you.

ever since then yall have made fucking on camera a nice way to bond.

lol.

Nishinoya was embarrassed. Actually he was mortified. He had so much porn in his phone. This he knew. He was tired of directing people not to scroll when he showed someone pictures on his phone; knowing they were gonna get an eyeful of your dripping pussy clenching around his dick. So he decided to clean up his act and simply put all the personal porn in a hidden folder.

Maybe it was when you came into his room and kissed him on the cheek that made him fuck up. Either way, his whole team has seen you naked, spread out and getting absolutely wrecked about thirty different ways.

“Fuck sake, Noya. Didn’t wanna see your balls, man.”

“Shit, Y/N’s pretty sexy.”

“Y/N’s ass is pretty fat.”

“Omg her moans..”

“Woah woah woah! She’s MY girlfriend, don’t talk about her like that.... but ikr.”

You read the texts aloud as Nishinoya frantically tells the story of how it all went down for the third time just in case you didn’t already believe him. Poor boy was so worried you’d be mad. But you feel yourself get hot, the thought of one of his friends stroking their cocks to the sight of you all too intriguing.

So you convince him to record you sucking his dick. And what man would say no to that?

You take Nishinoya’s cock in your mouth, moaning around him as your eyes find the camera.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He huffs, so astounded he almost drops his phone. He loved it all; your drool covering his cock, the sounds of your gagging as you take him in the back of your throat, your enthusiastic moans. You blink at the camera as you completely swallow his dick whole, stuffing your mouth with his length as he groans filthy praise.

“S’ good baby. Fuck.” He moans, bucking his hips to fuck your mouth, balling some of your hair into a fist.

ahem.. yeah the groupchat got to see that one too.

Kuroo

Nasty mf likes sending these pics to the groupchat.

He takes the pics for the sole purpose of showing his friends how sexy you are, how well you take his cock.

He’s captain of the volleyball team; even in college he’s the coolest guy around.

Of course the captain had to have a beautiful cum dump girlfriend that the whole campus wants

He sends those videos and pictures because he knows you belong to him anways

why not let everyone know?

“Fuck, Tetsu!” You gripe, your insides coiling as Kuroo stroked your gummy walls from behind. He responds by gripping you by the hair, turning your face towards the camera for his potential viewers to see.

“Go on, baby. Let ‘em know who’s pussy this is.” He grunts, digging his thumbs into your hips as his cock pushed harshly against your spongiest spots.

You can’t say much of anything, his brutal thrusts muddling any words the came from your lips. Kuroo looks at the phone he has propped up against the lamp on his nightstand and smirks, his ego growing at the thought of his pathetic friends jerking off to you, knowing only be can have the real thing whenever the fuck he wants. He puffs out his chest, smacking your ass as you sob out his name.

“Yeah, baby. Tell ‘em who you belong to.”

Oikawa

also sent them by accident

but it was a happy accident to say the least

even though it was embarrassing at first, oikawa liked the fact he got to flaunt you like a trophy

he coaxed you into letting him record you when you guys fucked; never really letting you know he was sending them to his friends from time to time.

all your unmentionables on display for his buddies to jack off to in their spare time while he gets to pounds you out every night

you’re pussy’s too good to keep all to himself right? it’d be unfair

smug bastard.

You were minding your own business, laying in bed playing animal crossing on your nintendo switch when Oikawa sat on his haunches next to you. He got the most devilish idea and the overwhelming need to fill your pussy full of his cum clouded his better judgement.

You lay there, unaware your boyfriend was plotting to fuck you senseless. He slides your shorts and panties off, grabbing his phone to start taking lewd photos of your now naked cunt.

“Show the camera your pretty pussy, princess.” He coos, rubbing circles into your clit with his thumb. You bite your lip, still trying to play your game as slick starts to gather at your core, legs involuntarily spreading.

“Look at that delicious cunt.” His slender fingers eventually make their way inside you, the digits hooking to steer your attention away. You yelp, dropping your switch onto your chest as he pulls your hips towards the edge of the bed. He switched his phone to “video” and pressed record, taking out his gorgeous dick to tease it along your folds.

“Uhhn, Torū!” You groan, craning your neck to hide the lewd look on your face away from his phone.

“You want me to fuck you on camera, don’t you baby?” He asks sliding his length inside you. Without any time to adjust to his size, he’s pumping like mad, his hand holding one of your legs open to make sure he got every angle of your slutty cunt taking his dick.

“Shit, look how you’re squeezing me , baby. So fuckin tight for daddy aren’t you? Taking me so well.”

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

One thing that is also commendable about the episode 12 is the fighting execution. Rei is so athletic it seems like he’s dancing amidst Ogino’s theme song playing in the background. (The title is “A Requiem,” which is so apt considering the way he kills people.) The moment Rei emerges from the pink clouds of smoke to save his partner getting the attention of Ogino by calling his name, attacking him head on, then when the mf shoots Rei turns around to avoid getting shot at, and then faces him again just to aim the gun, then disappearing into the temporary safety net of the pink smoke again. It is so graceful. It seems like it is choreographed. The movements and steps are calculated. And Kazuki is probably in awe and scared at the same time that something would go wrong.