#mouthwashing drabbles

[wandering-pirate]

Imagine game nights after the assault

"Game night?" Daisuke asked.

It was the fourth time this week, and just like the times before, Anya shook her head. She didn’t even bother with an excuse or a teasing jab about how she suspects the intern cheating. Just a small, polite smile, the one she gave him when they first met.

“Maybe next time,” Daisuke mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck as she walked away. His eyes never left her. What happened to the fiery Anya that he knew?

When she’d slam her cards down, her eyes locked in with his, growling like a cornered animal, “One more round, Dai! I’m not losing to you again!” She hated losing, especially to him, and he loved rubbing the wound with salt.

“Face it, Anya, you’re just bad at this,” he grinned, dodging a flying pillow. Now, he couldn’t even tempt her with one game.

He tossed the deck at the corner, what was the point of it without the nurse?

[luvologyy]

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ — 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

Jimmy/curly x F reader ˊ��- (both separate)

CONTAINS: thigh riding - orgasms, squirting, oral fixations, daddy kink, finger sucking, degrading, twisted dynamic (specifically between jimmy and reader, can't write that man nicely) nicknames [bunny, sweetheart, sweet girl, baby]

Drabble, I worked a lil extra for you guys 👀

Reblogs and likes are always appreciated, baby ౨ৎ

Jimmy ★

"Nice and wet already, huh, bunny?" Jimmy says from above you, your pretty cheeks flushing over with warmth as his hands come down to grasp your hips.

The sounds of your whines and moans echoing in the cockpit, Your heart hammering in your chest, your eyelashes batting rapidly, your hands frantically holding onto his shirt. It feels wrong - so, so wrong to be naked atop of him, especially when he's fully dressed. You're so bothered - so embarrassed that you actually look like you're going to cry, your doe-eyes glistening with tears.

"You gonna cry, baby? You gonna cry when you cum all over daddy's pants?" His tone drips with mockery, and he has the audacity to laugh at you when you breathe out shakily, your hands trembling as you grip tighter onto his shirt. "So patheic."

“Please stop,” you whimper as he grinds your hips for you roughly, his uniform pants stimulating your clit shamefully. “It - it feels weird,”

"It feels good and you don't like it," jimmy interrupts plainly, his fingers toying with your lips, letting out a quiet hiss as your mouth instinctively wraps around them to suck. "That's my girl. My little bouncy bunny, bouncing up and down her daddy's thighs. Feel's good, doesn't it?"

Shamefully humming in agreement, you dip your head slightly, your mouth still wrapped around his fingers, sucking carefully. Perhaps it's because there's so much of him that you can't hold back. The folds of his uniform press against you harshly, the fabric stimulating your clit, and you pathetically whine against him.

Jimmy smirks, leaning back slightly to take you all in. He presses his fingers against your tongue, satisfied with just how well you're taking him - how you're grinding against him despite the shame and guilt that comes with it. "Come undone all over my pants, baby. I want the crew to see what a dirty little slut you are."

As you gasp against him, your little hips desperately rutting on his thighs, squirting all over him like you have no shame, he lets out a gentle low groan, You're going to do this all over again until you're an even more crying, weeping mess on his thighs.

Captain curly ᡣ𐭩

Thick thighs; strong thighs. Once weak and small, foreign to the strength needed to work and carry supplies around the tulpar, now tough and powerful. It's hard to drag your eyes away from him as he kneads moisture into his legs to soothe the aching from working.

When you two were in his room, he was already in his pj's. Curly sat on his bed. You watched him roll up his shorts to put lotion on his thighs.

"You starin' at me, sweetheart?" Curlys voice is slightly raspy and calming, his eyes not leaving his lap as he addresses you.

a slight flush of warmth spreads across your cheeks. "No.." you lied, curly chuckles to himself, rubbing the moisturizer into his thighs in hard, circular motions, th

"Why dont you come sit, yeah?" He said, patting his moisturized lap. His thighs glistened with lotion. You fiddled with your fingers nervously, having second thoughts. Glancing at his strong thighs.

"Cmon, I know you wanna, sweetheart."

Curly stares at you, patting his soft thighs. Gesturing you to sit.

Godd his thighs were so strong. Flexing every time he roll his thumbs against a particularly tight knot, and you find yourself dreaming about what you could do with them. How good they could make you feel.

"You okay, sweetheart? Seem to be dozin' off slightly." You snapped back to reality, you nod your head. You walking over to curly and sitting on his lap.

Curlys hand slither into your hair, and you mewl quietly, your nose brushing against one of his thighs. You pepper a soft kiss to it, and he hums. ""Mmm. Sit on my lap for me, sweet girl, that's right - uh-huh, perfect."

It's a strange feeling at first. Curlys thighs are lotioned up, soft and glistening, and you find your body slipping subconsciously down his thighs. Your bottom half is almost bare against him, and you stifle an obnoxious moan as he steadies your hips so you don't slip anymore. The friction feels amazing, and you pout at his steadying, wiggling your hips side by side softly.

You hope he doesn't notice, but curly isn't stupid. He grins to himself as he softly begins to roll your hips up and down, pressing you hard against his thighs. Your arms wrap around him instinctively, your head nuzzling into the crook of his neck, your senses overstimulated with his scent and the feeling of his strong thighs flexing under your cunt.

"Let's see how good I can make you feel, huh, sweet girl?"

A/n: Enjoy kitties 🫶

[stoopidpigeonxx]

A quick imagine w/ Captain Curly

Idea from my bae @butuhaventseenmyman ily <333 NSFW MINORS GET OUT

cw: thigh riding, clothed humping, frottage, praise, squIrting !!

Imagine sitting on Captain Curly's lap while he maintains the ship's console. He's got you sat on one of his knees, his hand on your back to steady you. He's unaware of how your aching cunt is pressing directly against the meat of his thighs, unaware of how drenched you are. He's too focused. He doesn't notice when you slowly buck your hips forward, which sends a shock of pleasure down your spine and almost makes you whine aloud. Back and forth your hips go, gliding your pretty pussy up and down. And still, he doesn't notice it. He only notices when you reach down to pull your panties to the side for more sensible friction. Seeing you hump against his leg like a dog makes his cock hard in his pants. Maybe the console can wait. Without a word, his hand shifts down to your ass to help you along, cocky smirk plastered on his handsome face. You're getting loud now, nearing your orgasm as you dig your clit into his clothed thigh. He begins bouncing his knee, making you gasp. You're staining his pants with your slick, but he couldn't care less right now. He's intent on making you feel good. "More... curly.." You manage, voice weak and feeble from just how good you feel. He obliges, bouncing his knee with more force and speed, your loud whimpers music to his ears. As you rut and hump to your climax, he's soothingly stroking your back, pressing kisses to the side of your head, and when you finally come and gush all over his leg, he coos. "There you go, angel, good girl." His voice is like honey as he praises you, letting his knee gradually fall still as you come down from your high. "Let's get you cleaned up, then I'll take care of you, alright?" Yeah. Console can wait.

[pupwashing]

older brother!jimmy x younger sister!reader

warnings: INCEST, NONCON, anal, unprotected sex, blood mention, cigarette burning on skin, lowercase intended

A/N: AT LAST I HAVE TIME TO POST :3 I really liked writing this even though it’s a drabble,, as always I love feedback! comments & rbs are appreciated!

jimmy’s a fucking weirdo.

being his younger sister, you’re the most qualified person to claim this as fact.

ever since you could remember, jimmy’s been the weird kid. the odd one out.

he doesn’t know care about doing things the right way or making people feel uncomfortable, including you.

he’s a terrible older brother, but you didn’t know he was going to get worse.

much, much worse.

jimmy stays in the basement; hasn’t made an effort to move out yet. probably never will.

you prefer him living down in the basement. means you don’t have to see him as much.

when the basement door opens, you think nothing of it. he’s probably coming up for food, like he usually does.

except, he makes a beeline for the living room, where you’re watching some trashy romcom. he hates your taste in films; fake bullshit that uses handsome faces to sell you a pipe dream.

maybe it’s jealousy, or maybe it’s pent up resentment. 

either way, it’s pissed him off, and he’s already having a bad day.

curly keeps trying to drag him everywhere under the sun.

he knows its out of pity, so he declines.

but curly is persistent.

that persistence just adds to his likability. something jimmy lacks, something he craves, deep down.

this anger jimmy feels, all his pent up rage leads him to make a drastic decision.

if he can’t take his frustrations out on the people that cause him, then he can surely use his younger sister as a punching bag.

you should’ve been more aware of your brother’s tendencies. should’ve known he’d snap sooner or later.

you just didn’t realize you’d be the victim when he did.

when you regain consciousness, you realize you aren’t in the living room anymore.

you’re in the basement, on a stained mattress.

attempting to move, you notice that your ankles and wrists are bound with zip-ties.

when you try to speak, you realize that there’s duct tape on your mouth.

you don’t have much time to ponder what’s happened before jimmy comes in.

his appearance is rough; a stained wifebeater and worn black boxers, with a unlit cigarette hanging from his lips.

he looks like shit, just like any other day.

he walks over to the mattress, not uttering a word as he flips you to lie on your stomach.

the cogs are beginning to turn in your head, and you don’t like where this is going.

he positions your body as if you were a mannequin; face down, ass up.

jimmy’s silent as he flicks his lighter on, lighting his cigarette.

he makes quick work of your shorts and panties, ignoring your whimpers of protest.

he kneads at your ass, letting the plump flesh fill his palms. 

he gropes you for a while before you feel it: a warm glob of spit on your asshole, trickling down to your pussy.

when it finally clicks what jimmy plans to do, it’s too late.

his cockhead nudges against your puckered entrance, forcing its way into your formerly virgin hole.

you scream, but the tape muffles it. jimmy doesn’t even flinch.

taking a drag of his cigarette, he exhales the smoke as he begins his thrusts.

he’s fucking you deep. feels like he’s messing with your organs.

jimmy presses a palm on the small of your back, forcing you to arch more as he violates you.

he doesn’t utter a word, nor does he grunt or groan. he just smokes his cigarette as he fucks you.

you don’t know how many hours it’s been, but you know he’s been through ten cigs. its easy to count, because he’s been putting them out on you.

your body aches, you feel like he’s ripped you in two, but he hasn’t stopped.

every snap of his hips has you talking to god, praying that he’d end your suffering, one way or another.

your prayers were interrupted by jimmy putting out his cigarette on your hip, rubbing this thumb over the fresh mark.

you don’t even scream this time. you’re too exhausted to even cry. you have no tears left.

jimmy gets up, the mattress creaking under the loss of his weight.

it’s finally over.

he leaves you on the bed in a crumpled heap, cum and blood creating a grotesque river as it slowly drips out of your abused hole.

but you know this isn’t the end of it.

he’s kept you tied up for a reason, he’s just taking a break.

you close your eyes, hoping that somehow, someway, you’ll get your dignity back, after jimmy stole it from you.

you fucking hate your older brother.

[hiddenhelios]

sub!daisuke x gn!reader tw : nsfw

"p-please.."

he's pressed beneath you, your hands splayed on his chest. warmth radiates from the flesh beneath you, the scent of sweat and sex in the air. 

it’s suffocating. you take your next breath from his lips.

he immediately whines beneath your grip, grinding up into you for friction. you continue to meld your lips together; his eyes half lidded and fluttering between looking at you, and closing his eyes.

you pull away as soon as you realize he’s close. he chases your lips as you sit back, saliva connecting the two of you in this sinful embrace. he watches as a grin spreads across your lips, tempting him for more.

“satisfied?”

it’s clear what the answer is. you can see it in his eyes.

poor puppy.

he’ll have to suffer a bit more before he gets his treat.

[noirsdoll]

your mouth washing work is so good! what if curly was the one scheming the baby trapping on captain reader, like taking the condom off mid stroke (jimmy is fs the one that pushed him to do it, devil on his shoulder)

thank you so much what?!? i think curly would baby trap because he doesn’t want to lose you while he’s gone… (i didn’t see captain!reader until i was done writing it SORRY)

cw for baby trapping and a sprinkle of manipulation!! also some filthyyy smut and curly breeding kink!!

Piloting the Tulpar is like therapy for Curly. The gentle hum as the ship drifts through space, the dreamy green glow of the controls and diagnostics. He sits back in his chair, watching the blinking screen that displays the Tulpar’s trajectory.

They’re on the ending branch of their cruise, on their way back to Earth. Curly’s only thinking of one thing— you. He’s excited to get back and see your gorgeous face in person again.

Jimmy’s beside him, picking the dirt under his fingernails, tongue poking out of his mouth as he does it with utmost concentration. He’s bouncing his leg like he has somewhere to be.

“I’m thinking of putting a ring on her finger,” Curly says into the silence, “when we get back.”

“Cool.” Jimmy doesn’t look up, but he frowns, wrinkling his nose.

The quiet drags, Curly tips his head back against the seat, sighing in content. He has the whole thing planned out. He’s gonna take you to your favourite restaurant and ask them to bring over the band and play a song you like. He’s even got a whole speech that’s he knows by heart—

“That’s not gonna stop her from cheating on you.”

“What?” Curly turns to look at him.

“Yeah, well, I mean, what do you think she’s doing while she’s waiting for you to come back?” Jimmy snorts. “It’s not like you’re there to fuck her when she wants.”

Curly’s unsure of what to say. He’s never thought about it like that.

“We were gone, what, a little over a year this time?” He reclines with a creak, grinning. “Who even knows if she’ll still be there waiting for you?”

Curly frowns. “What could I do?” Jimmy’s right, what if he comes back to you and you’ve moved on or you’ve grown bored of waiting?

“Knock her up,” Jimmy says, like it’s the most obvious solution.

His eyes widen. “I couldn’t do that— We haven’t even talked about kids yet.”

Jimmy scoffs. “Then don’t talk to her about it. You want the relationship to last, right? This is the best way.”

The way Jimmy talks to him sometimes makes Curly feel like he’s looking at the world through a whole different lens, like Jimmy is expanding his horizons. And Jimmy’s right. You wouldn’t be able to leave with your belly all swollen with his kid.

So Curly does the unthinkable. When Curly gets home and you both have your habitual fucking that is more humping and groping than anything meaningful, he puts his plan into action.

Curly’s lips slot with yours, he kisses you messily. Your nails drag over the broad planes of his back as he lays you down like he has been wanting to do all this time. He thinks he almost cums just from slipping his dick in, the way your pussy clamps down on him is tighter than any hug you’ve pulled him into.

You both stare at each other for a moment, catching your breath, the air is hot and dizzying and there is so much want coursing through both of your systems. And then Curly sets his pace.

It’s sweaty and sloppy, shallow thrusts as he doesn’t want to leave your warm cunt for too long. He holds you down with one big hand spread over your stomach, fucking into you like it’s life or death.

His dick “pretends” to slip out of you, like his fat head could ever miss your cunt— it’s practically muscle memory. As he goes to realign his cock, he slips off the condom, sandwiching it into the pleats of the tousled sheets behind him.

You don’t notice, too busy moaning and whining and drooling into your pillow as Curly’s rhythm turns damn near brutal. God, he’s gonna breed you, he’s gonna fucking breed you. He can’t go back now.

Wet strings of your slick connect his hips to yours as your pussy leaks all over itself. The sounds it’s making are almost pornographic. Curly’s thumb slips on your soaked clit as he makes you cum alongside him. He read somewhere that it helps get you pregnant too.

You’re too fucked out to notice that creampie he just gave you, thick, milky cum dripping out of you. He reaches down with one finger and pushes his cum in deeper. He doesn’t want you wasting a drop.

Maybe this was a net positive, Curly thinks as he cleans you up, peppering kisses along your body and praising you for your hard work— laying there and taking it.

Now you have something to keep yourself company the next time he’s gone.

[ang3lofdivinity]

Because I’m trying to get back into writing more…

Imagine: Daisuke and you on the Tulpar managing to find time to spend together doing something like.. making food for the crew. No matter what your job is, you’re always willing to help him out with baking whenever needed!

“Dai, can you-“ You immediately freeze, looking over at your boyfriend who has made a rather large mess on the counter. He had dropped the batter out of the mixing bowl somehow, enough for it all to pour out as he holds the messy, metallic bowl and spatula in his hands. His expression? Dumbfounded to say the least

You genuinely cannot contain the giggles that escape your throat upon seeing the scene before you.

“Hey!! This isn’t funny!” He immediately pouts, whipping his head around to face you before looking back down at the bowl, using the spatula to scrap whatever remains are within the bowl and slinging them at you, causing you to laugh even harder - tears falling down your cheeks.

The batter had splattered on your clothes, along with your neck. But hey! At least you got a nice laugh out of it.

Quickly, your hands swiftly grab the nearest thing, which just so happens to be an opened sweetener pack, as you launch it towards him, causing him to squeal like a mouse.

This then, continues. For nearly hours as you laugh and cry about your food fight, throwing ingredients at each other as you can’t find a care in the world for the mess you’re creating. Only caring about your boyfriend’s happiness.

Other food items, utensils (non-harming ones), and bowls were thrown. The bowls and utensils clattered as they fell to the ground, nearly causing you both to fall at certain times as you raced around the dining table in the center, trying to avoid getting hit once more.

There’s honestly nothing that can ruin this-

“What are IDIOTS doing???”

Upon hearing Swansea’s voice, you both instantaneously pause, staring over at the old man standing in the doorway.

Without a second to spare, you quickly rush over to Daisuke, who’s practically trembling under Swansea’s gaze.

“You stupid kids! Why would you waste these products!?” He yells, brows furrowed.

You move in front of Daisuke rather protectively, clearing your throat.

“It was my fault, Mr Swansea. I instigated this, and pressured him to join me in.. what I thought was fun. I’m so sorry. We’ll clean this up right away and salvage all that we can.” You bow your head in respect, lips now pursed.

“Just, don’t do it again..” He huffed as he turned on his heel, now leaving as the door slid shut.

It takes you guys a moment before you start giggling ever so slightly.

Imagine: You are sleeping, and then you suddenly hear your door open in the middle of the night. Surprise, it’s Daisuke! And even when trying to tough it out - he eventually can’t find it within him to go back to sleep without company. So he goes to your room to ask if he can sleep with you because being with you makes him feel better.

You groggily manage to raise yourself enough to sit on your bed, eyes blinking slowly as you try to adjust to your surroundings. Yawning, you finally see who’s opened your door.

Daisuke.

“..Sweetheart, it’s still nighttime. Can whatever you have to say wait until morning?..” Your voice is slightly raspy, but you try your best to sound as kind as you can, giving a small smile to the man in the doorway.

“I um.. sorry- I can go.. I didn’t mean to disturb you..” He fumbles over his words, fidgeting with his fingers as he stumbles backwards a bit. Something.. something seems wrong with his tone, however. Like something’s genuinely going wrong. So, that really gave you a wake-up call.

How could you push away your boyfriend in order to get just a bit more sleep tonight when he seems so distressed??

“Wait!-“ You quickly call out, causing him to stop him from leaving once he showed signs of him beginning to leave. You couldn’t let him leave just like that!

He turns to you, a worried look on his face. As if he’d done something wrong. You’ve seen that look before. He makes the same face whenever Swansea calls out his name all of the sudden, making him stiffen up, worrying that’d done something wrong.

But he hasn’t.

He’s just a young adult, like you.

Just trying to live.

Just. Like. You.

“..Come here.” Your voice is softer, sounding much more normal to how you normally sound - yet it still has that tired tinge to it.

He stares at you for a moment, confused about what’s happening before obliging. He slowly enters, the door sliding closed behind him as he awkwardly stands near the side of the bed where you’re resting. Swiftly, you lift up the covers, moving back a bit before patting the free spot on your bed.

“Come on. We can talk about it in the morning if you’re ready then.”

He almost immediately jumps into your arms upon crawling up into bed with you, wrapping his own around you while burying his face away into your shoulder. One of your hands glides up, finding its way into his hair, tangling with strands of it, stroking his hair, massaging his scalp - doing simple things to try and get him to relax a bit more.

Which works.

He’s out once more, arms wrapped around each other.

Imagine: Giving little gifts to each other with small letters of affirmation written on little post it notes. Even if that small gift is just an article of clothing one of you guys borrowed from the other.

‘You’re doing amazing, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you. Keep the good work up, Dai. :)’

- (_____)

Daisuke reads the note attached to a bag of sweetener with a cheeky grin, clearly pleased with this. I mean, he’s been told he’s useless, that he’s just an idiot - but you see through that. You see the effort, the time it takes. Even if it fails, at least he tried to do it.

Quickly he looks around his room for a moment, trying to find the perfect thing to give you.

When he finds it.

.

Upon arriving back to your room from the medic bay, helping Anya with Curly and a few other errands she needed - you’re greeted with the sight of a hoodie somewhat neatly placed on your bed. You furrow your brows, confused for a moment before you approach your bed, now seeing the post-it-note attached to it.

A small grin slowly graces your lips as you tilt your head at the sight, gently taking it off the hoodie.

‘Know that you matter to me! You’re so incredibly awesome, I don’t know how I got to date with someone so cool >:D’

- Daisuke

As your smile grows larger, you realize 2 essential things:

You’re so thankful to have him.

And

He’s the best boyfriend ever. (Even if a bit silly at times).

You love him.

[yoru-no-seiiki]

“Lie to me, cheat on me, I don’t care. Just do your job and all’s fair.”

— yandere! rent-a-boyfriend x apathetic! reader

tw/cw: no smut, but this account needs a revive so… reader is gender neutral but i hc them as a dommy mommy. more headcannony than a proper story.

You met him after he managed to con one of your friends at work. Posing as this suave, nice guy, who happened to lack the money to support himself. The one time your friend finally put trust in someone else, that was the time it was completely broken. Turned to ash and bones.

You remember the night your friend came to you, eyes red-rimmed and voice trembling as they recounted the whole ordeal. How he’d slipped into their life so seamlessly, with that charming smile and easy laugh, only to hollow them out from the inside. Every word he’d said was carefully crafted, every gesture perfectly calculated to lure them into a false sense of security. And when they finally realized the truth—when the money was gone and so was he—it wasn’t just their savings he’d taken. It was their ability to trust, to hope, to believe in people again.

And so you decided to take him for yourself.

You remember the look of relief, and then recognition before it settled into confusion with the slight hint of derision.

He was perfect.

“If you managed to fool them, then you’ll do a good job fooling my own parents.”

You needed him. He needed you. It was the perfect agreement. His confidence was alluring as it was powerful. The way he turned heads just by being in the room. And the sex? Simply amazing. I mean, if he managed to make your prude of a friend to buckle then it must’ve counted for something.

Sure, the look in their eyes when you brought him to work one day was horrific. But they’ll get over it you think.

After all, you’d made your choice, and you weren’t about to apologize for it. Maybe it was reckless, maybe even cruel, but there was something about him that kept you hooked. The way he carried himself, all charm and sharp edges, like he knew exactly how far he could push before breaking someone. It wasn’t love, not really, but it was magnetic, intoxicating. Besides, your friend would move on eventually—people always did— it was the natural course of things. You told yourself it wasn’t your responsibility to mend what he’d shattered, even if the shame clawed at you every time their gaze lingered, silent and accusing. You shrugged it off.

But then suddenly he began to act nice? You could feel the gradual loss of his impassivity. How he suddenly became interested in what you were doing, saying and most importantly disinterested in the money you gave him.

“Don’t you get it—? I - I can’t believe I’m even saying this myself - but I love you. I fell for you. And I don’t even know why—“

“Stop.” You pinched the bridge of your nose. A puff of moisture blows through the air as seasons passed and winter has arrived. Frustrated that the one thing you had over him was now seen as no longer valuable. But then realized . . . , “You know what? S’long as it makes the job easier for you.”

With the last smoke from your cigar, you press the tip of it to his nose. Ash, skin and snow collide.

You thought it was better for the both of you. He could have the so called love of his life, and you could spend a bit less trying to keep him tied to you as long as he was useful. However, what you needed from him wasn’t just love, it was strength, not this blubbering piece of mess that kept stuttering the moment you two were left alone.

He was turning weak. Pathetic. Something you didn’t need nor want in a partner.

Too bad he knew you too well. He knew that you were going to leave him behind. He knew that he only had moments to waste before all of this would be over.

So on Christmas Eve, he plans it all out. The meal, the lighting, the music.

He did what he always did best—he made those moments count. His words were sharp, like knives carefully aimed to slice through your resolve, each one designed to remind you why you’d stayed this long. He painted pictures of what you’d lose, of how lonely it would be without him, and how no one else could ever understand you the way he did. His smile was bittersweet, a mask for the desperation lurking underneath.

And it ends with a cheer,

all of this so that he could drug you.

And at last, with a kiss to your lips he mouthed, “Happy Holidays.”

[Author’s Note] Reader definitely comes from a Mafia family of sorts.

[asph-phell3]

Goo goo gaa gaa, we're babysitting now

⠀⠀× I'm just gonna write a small drabble/hc ⠀⠀⠀rn, just to feed people LOL

⠀⠀× Earth!AU; everyone's alive :3

⠀⠀× Summery: You and Daisuke become ⠀⠀⠀babysitters, but the kids made you two ⠀⠀⠀remake a true loves kiss!

⠀⠀⠀This is NOT what you had in mind when Daisuke just random asked you if you wanna babysit kids for some quick cash! Now the damn kids wouldn't let go of your leg, as you try to push yourself out and their parents pull them off you, it didn't work. For miraculously small toddlers, they are ridiculously strong!

Before everything happened, it all started with Daisuke wanting some quick cash, I mean everyone wants cash right? So he applied both of you for a small babysitter job— unfortunately for you, you weren't the children type, you can smell the kids either being scared or intimidated. But that was your expectation! You did not think they'd love you so much, even Daisuke feels left out.. seriously, he does

⠀⠀⠀The children forced you two to participate in their little roleplay, with you being the knight in shining armor, and Daisuke being the princess. I dare say he slayed in that dress, with the crown and everything!

⠀⠀⠀Now for the content of the story, A princess was stuck in a tower and then magically transform into a cat because of the witch and the knight needs to find the reversal spell of it— which was actually just a true loves kiss, but you know its a kid's story— now, you don't know that. You did not know you had to kiss your own best friend that you inconspicuously had a crush on for fucks sake! Yes you were ableit nervous, but was that gonna stop your confidence? IN FRONT OF PLEADING KIDS? I don't think so.

⠀⠀⠀Now came the part of the story where the knight and princess' true loves kiss part. Daisuke was actually slightly nervous, but tried to have a confident facade for the toddlers looking at them. He didn't think you would actually kiss him okay, so when he felt your lips so lovingly (and cheekily too) touching his lips was when he lost it. He's a goner, the toddlers were clapping at the "acting", congratulating you, the knight, for saving the princess!

⠀⠀⠀Maybe next time you can do more, just a bit more extreme— and no silly kids looking at you..

⠀⠀× Okay so, this is just a drabble because I'm absolutely a feral bitch for Daisuke. Like HELLO? Anyways, Please and I mean PLEASE request me mouthwashing/twst SHIT, IM BEGGING YOU!!!

[delisland]

men n’ their pretty girls/boys ^.^ admirin' you like a prized possession, well— you are their prized possession. The micro expressions u make when you’re talking about things you like, the things that frustrate you, it’s just the little things they notice

all. the. time.

There’s something so beautiful about taking your time to notice the little things about the ones you love.

gojo, kuroo, nanami, sakusa, Izuku midoriya, aizawa, itadori, kageyama, mirio, bakuthot, curley, oh, n' did I say gojo n kuroo 😜😜?

note 🔊 y’all want me ta make a nsfw version of this? I don’t mind at all, it’s prolly jus gonna b based on the feedback on this 🐿️

[birdyisthewordyy]

NOT NECESSARILY AN ASK BUT IM ADDON TO LAST POST, imagine daisuke being like "can we write a song together" i mean who could resist

also sorry i just woke up and managed to check tumblr right as you posted HCHJDHBDJH

U just keep coming up with better ideas Im here for it!! Here’s some Drabble for u

“Babe, I’m boreddd.” Daisuke groans as he looks up at the ceiling of his quarters. You sit on his flimsy mattress, watching him make shadows dance on the wall with his fingers.

“Well,” you start, “what do you want to do?”

He suddenly sits up, eyes sparking with an idea, as he turns to you. “Let’s write a song! Together! You play bass, right? You’re probably good at lyrics too!”

“Um, I’m alr—“

Before you can finish, he’s got a pen and paper, and he’s smiling like a kid in a candy store.

“Okay. What rhymes with (name)?” He beams.

…you’re gonna be here a while.

[thefawnfallacy]

“We’ll take care of it. We’ll take responsibility.”

Curly’s eyes are blue like the beach sky but he’s frowning, he’s tired. He’s tired of cleaning up Jimmy’s messes and he can tell, with every stumble, that Curly is growing more and more exhausted with his mistakes.

“I didn’t.. think-“

“I know.” Curly takes a step closer, nose to nose with Jimmy because they’re alone for once and they can let their guards down in the loud, echoing chamber of the hallway. “You didn’t think. You didn’t consider what would happen.”

That’s the problem with Jimmy, anyway, he doesn’t think past the immediate gratification or the anger or the spite when it clouds his mind and he’s gone and destroyed everything again for the sake of own selfish desires.

Curly feels a little sick, really, thinking about what Jimmy did but then there’s Anya’s crying, the gun she hid, and then there’s Jimmy mouth — his lips are dry, his facial hair is scratchy — and the kiss is short but forceful, like everything else about him.

“Did she tell anyone else?” Another kiss, a little softer, “or did she only tell you?”

“Just me.” Curly doesn’t know how true that is or not but he sees why Anya was scared to say anything — Jimmy is gripping his arm so tight, he’s sure it’ll bruise. He isn’t scared of Jimmy, not really, but he knows all about feral dogs and how quick they are to bite.

“Okay. I need to be alone for a moment.” Blue eyes flicker away, down, and then back up to Jimmy’s, who’s watching him.

Curly feels, in the pit of his stomach, like something bad is going to happen.

[bloomingchxxry]

this is a woman trying to help her and her kids out of gaza let’s get her goal of $500 to happen!

[pupwashing]

dad!jimmy x daughter!reader

tags: this work contains incest, noncon, and choking!!! beware!!!!

a/n: as promised.. dad jimmy :3 im gonna get to work on the other two requests I received and those should be posted sometime soon.. keep your eyes peeled!! hope those who wanted dad jimmy enjoy..

dad jimmy. he’s barely a father, more like an overseer of your life.

he isn’t the most affectionate, nor is he interested in what your ambitions are, but he’s most certainly there.

even though he’s shitty, you can’t bring yourself to hate him. he’s still your dad.

you never knew your mom, and jimmy would rather not talk about her. he always gets apprehensive if you try to ask, so you stopped when you were a child.

jimmy has weird habits. he stays up late, later than any person should stay up. you swear you’ve never seen him asleep.

his state of always being awake makes you uneasy. you’ve been hearing noises late at night, like your door knob rattling.

when you bring it up to jimmy, he brushes you off. he insists you need to relax, that no one’s out to get you. it’s just the late night paranoia.

it’s sound reasoning until you wake up with him on top of you.

one hand grasping your neck, the other aiding him and getting his pants off.

he doesn’t realize you’re awake until you try to kick him, and he catches your ankle before it can hit him.

“relax, kid. it’s not gonna hurt you.” he grunts, moving to take off your panties. it’s not surprising to him that you sleep in so little; your mommy’s a whore. that’s how you came to be.

it’s sickening to jimmy, to see you flaunt your pussy like a wild animal. didn’t he raise you better than this?

he felt his stomach twist when he realizes your pretty cunt is already shaven. were you trying to impress someone?

his hand around your neck squeezes tightly as he stares down at you.

“who’s this for, kid? you planning on meeting a guy?” he asks, gritting his teeth.

you gasp, much smaller hand wrapping around his wrist.

“no, dad. i’m not meeting anyone.” you choke out, eyes wide with fear. he wouldn’t kill you, would he?

his grip on your neck loosens, and he nudges his cockhead against your hole.

you aren’t that wet, so a glob of spit will do the job. he’s sure you’ve taken worse than him.

you plea and cry out, but he ignores it all. in fact, you see his cock twitch as you struggle.

you aren’t strong enough to get him off of you (obviously), so he proceeds with sheathing inside you.

you scream, and he clamps his hand over your mouth. at least it’s not around your neck anymore.

“shut up.” he commands, not giving you any time to adjust before he begins to pump his hips.

his dick isn’t huge by any means, but it’s enough for it to hurt when he moves. all of your cries are just fuel for him to keep going.

for someone who’s acting like they don’t like it, your pussy squeezing him awfully tight. your gummy walls accept him, even if your mind does not.

jimmy’s eerily quiet as he fucks you. he doesn’t grunt, he doesn’t groan. he only breathes, and it’s hard to believe this is your father doing this to you.

each snap of his hips brings you closer to the edge instead of your peak. as his dick violates your guts, you look up, seeing your father’s face.

it’s the last thing you see before your vision goes black. you pass out right before he cums.

when you come to, the dull throb between your legs reminds you of what occurred before you lost consciousness.

you look down at your tummy, noticing the dried cum. he hadn’t even tried to clean up the evidence of his assault on you.

you decide against getting up, and instead lay on your bed in silence.

you don’t even have the energy to cry.

you hope jimmy got what he wanted out of you.

[tamblrtrain]

lurking in the back of my mind (mouthwashing)

The mirror was a horrifying thing. She'd look in and it'd stare back.

Her stomach was a particular point of focus. It ached—it screamed for attention. It was his fault it was so horrible, yet she still blamed herself. One kick, then another, then the nagging feeling of a man flayed into a piece of bacon in need.

She'd take responsibility when no one else would. She was weak and uncomfortable with the sounds, but she'd power through this time.

Medical was lonely and desolate. He sat there, choking in pain.

It was okay.

She'd take responsibility this time.

[noirsdoll]

fuuuck dad!Curly who keeps his precious little girl safe from everyone.. well, everyone but him

dad!curly headcanons if you can would be so good man…. theres a criminally low amount of him ugughgh and ddlg im melting

ikr!? there’s a criminally low amount of ddlg on this site in general like that is my bread and butter 🤕🤕 thank you for the ask nonnie!! cw for father/daughter incest, dubcon, and ddlg!!

his wife left him and you have no clue why, considering what a sweetheart he is. you never find out that the reason they divorced is cuz curly is a fucking weirdo and a full blown pervert.

curly tells nobody on the tulpar that you exist. you being his little secret is half the turn on. even though you’re an adult, he keeps you pure. the only one who gets to corrupt you is him.

curly does most of the stuff around the house. he’d just want you to cook because you’re too dumb to do anything else. he mostly just likes the way you look in an apron.

you’re none the wiser to everything he’s doing. you don’t have any friends, you just live in your shared house and wait for him to return from his freighting, this is all normal to you. all daddies treat their daughters like their wives.

yeah, he makes you call him daddy at your big age. well, he doesn’t actually make you, you think it’s normal, of course, but curly knows it’s not. he has to pretend he’s not stupidly hard every time you say it with your cute little giggles.

he keeps you in the shortest of skirts and the sluttiest of clothes too. he loves the view, obsessed with how your shirt stretches over your tits and how he gets little peeks at your panties when you bend over.

his nightly routine almost always includes fucking himself to you. especially on the tulpar. he’s just showing that he misses you. he’s done it so many times he can’t go back, the only thing that gets him hard now is you.

curly spends the longest time working up the courage to finally fuck you. he can make out with you no problem, but he draws the line at putting his dick in you, though he knows you want it just as bad as him. even if you don’t know what sex is cuz he’s kept you that dumb. you’re just innately a whore.

he plays around with you a lot, puts you over his knee for the dumbest reasons, kisses you stupid on random occasions. he keeps you in constant whiplash so that when he finally bends you over his desk and slides his cock against your slit, you’re ready for it.

this is completely novel to you, you didn’t know this was an option. and like a kid in a candy store, you get addicted to it. curly doesn’t mind, obviously. he’s happy to fuck your brains out any hour of the day, cooing abt how tiny you are and how well you’re taking it, because of course he’d praise his good girl.