#whoever decided on these nicknames was clearly just fucking lying on the job

[thegreatyin]

two of them,,

[companionwolf]

@the-grim-squeaker-8

You sent an ask a while ago for the emoji OC ask game I reblogged and ! answered instead of me. Well, I finally got my answers down.

Uh, this character is my OC, who's also my F/O. Right now he's technically also a Elite: Dangerous fan OC, but that's just because I like that setting and don't really want to try making my own yet.

Anyway, it's under the cut for length.

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

North's deepest, greatest wish is for a calm life. He'd like to go for it, but it seems like everytime he gets close to starting to, life throws a wrench in things.

He tries to play it all off if anyone brings it up, though-- says something about how he wouldn't be happy tied to one place or doing one thing, that what that he's doing now is exactly what he wants and he's totally good, totally content.

And he isn't exactly lying, he likes freelancing, but honestly? If things could be more quiet and peaceful instead of chaotic, it'd be a really welcome change of pace he could get used to.

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

North would say he's not afraid of anything. In reality, he's scared of himself.

(Context: North, before we met, had a incident where he woke up somewhere unfamiliar and with no memory-- not of what he was doing, why, or who he was. Those memories and that knowledge never came back, so he went 'fuck it' and started over.)

So he's terrified of whoever he was, whatever he did, whoever he might have slighted. He fears it, if there even is a it, catching up to him.

...He's also generally afraid of dying from suffocation/asphyxiation specifically.

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

Inspiration was mainly me learning you can just make an OC to F/O after I had my 'HOLY SHIT WAIT AM I FICTO' moment.

First things I decided about him was, if I remember right, was his appearance and really basic details like name, gender, age, etc.

(I didn't actually pick his last name + nickname until recently though; he was just North before.)

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

I've been thinking that as part of North's big shift in self after he woke up, he went from being a loose cannon in terms of morals and ethics (for example, in relation to what jobs he'd take) to ... less of that. Not to say he won't still do unlawful things, but he's got a compass developing now.

All that to say: if the opportunity to do good and earn some point of redemption shows up, he's going to be drawn to it. (North is pretty sure whoever he was Before was not the best person, and has convinced himself he needs to make up for it, in whatever ways he can, big or small.)

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

Either stuff that shows thought or care from the other person (so something that clearly reflects them listening to him talk about things he enjoys, or something handmade, for example) or stuff that he will actually use.

He's good at gift giving, yeah. He won't buy really big things usually-- generally they'll be smaller items, sometimes multiple things in one gift.

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

Not really? Maybe eventually.

[thatoneloser-kid]

Orange Glow

This takes place in tlou universe but is slightly au, where this is their first kiss.

Dina finds an old 'Man cave' while on patrol and decides to fix it up for Ellie.

--

Ellie hadn't long gotten home from a two day patrol, her muscles aching, her body a little battered and bruised from the horde that came across. From the horde she and Jesse had to protect Jax and Felix from because they were apparently useless, freezing up at the first sign of trouble. 

 She pulled off her boots and shucked off her shirt, wiggling out of her jeans to leave her in boxers and her once white - but now grimy and bloodied- t-shirt. 

 She sat on her bed, hunched over, clutching the edge, and taking a deep breath, processing and compartmentalising the events of the past few days, like she did after every patrol. 

 She had to deal somehow. 

 There was a light knock on her door before it creaked open. Ellie had expected it to be Joel with some hot soapy water and a med kit to fix herself up with, so she didn't bother looking up. 

 "Rough patrol?" 

 Ellie lifted her head at the voice that was very much not Joel to see Dina standing on the doorway, shoulder against the frame, watching her with soft, worried eyes. 

"Useless team," Ellie grumbled, forcing a little smile on her lips. "You alright?" 

 "Yeah, I'm good, our patrol went well, back ahead of schedule." Dina stepped inside, closing the door behind her. "Joel is bringing some water and a med kit, I'll patch you up."

 "You don't have to do that." Ellie assured, and Dina rolled her eyes. 

 "I know, dumbass." Dina said. "I wanted to take you somewhere, but you're exhausted and hurt."

 The peeked Ellie's curiosity, tilting her head toward Dina. "Where?" 

 "It's a surprise, I found it a few months back, I've been working on it since then." Dina explained, helping Ellie unwrap the filthy, cowboy bandage job Ellie had done while holed up in a room, runners pounded on the door, clickers screaming. "I think you'll really like it."

 "Are you going to tell me what it is?" Ellie arched an eyebrow, the one that wasn't split from falling through a crumbling floor to the floor below. 

 "Absolutely not, it's a surprise." Dina peered up at her through her eyelashes, a little grin playing on her lips, before she returned her eyes to the scraps littering Ellie's arm, a particularly deep one caused by a rusty pole protruding from the wall as she rushed to get a clicker off of Jax. 

 "I don't like surprises."

 "Too bad, loser." Dina shot back, both girls turning to the door as it opened, Joel offering them a little smile. 

 "How ya feelin', kiddo?" he asked, moving to set the stuff in front of them, kneeling there.

 "Sore, but I have my own personal nurse, so." Ellie grinned cheekily at Dina, who rolled her eyes. 

 "Well, I'm glad, your suturin' jobs are shoddy at best."

 "Fuck you, old man, I done a good job on you. Plenty of times."

 Joel gave a gruff laugh as he stood. "Sure did, El." he said before leaving. 

 "He's right," Dina patted Ellie's back, motioning for her to sit on her desk chair. "You suture how you do literally everything else. Brute force, and destructive."

 Ellie huffed, but didn't argue, because Dina was right. 

 "If I give you jerky, will you tell me?"

 Dina laughed. "Shut up, Freckles."

 "You know I hate surprises, why did you tell me?" Ellie practically whined, which only make Dina's grin grow. 

 "I just love to torture you."

 Dina poked the suturing needle into Ellie's skin then, pulling a sharp hiss from Ellie. 

 "Clearly." Ellie grumbled, glaring playfully at Dina.

 Dina patched her up, helping Ellie stand afterward.

 "Go shower, I will bandage you up afterward." Dina said, her hand settling low on Ellie's hip, smiling sweetly up at the girl. "Take your time, I will go get food while you're in there."

 Dina frowned when Ellie placed the back of her hand against her forehead,l ike Joel would when Ellie was sick that one time. 

 "What are you doing?" 

 "Just checking if you are sick." Ellie said. "You must have a fever, only delirium would make you this nice."

 "Oh, fuck. Off." Dina laughed, gently shoving Ellie. 

 Ellie half chuckled, half groaned as she took a step backward. "I would fall apart without you, Chuck."

 Dina despite pretending to be annoyed, couldn't help but smile at the childhood nickname, even though it stepped from Dina throwing up during her first time on a boat.

 "Remember that, Jerk." Dina pointed at her as she backed up. 

 "You never let me forget it." 

 Dina grinned, throwing Ellie a wink before she turned and left. 

 Ellie washed the grim off her skin, a dull ache manifesting behind her eyes as she leaned her forehead against the cool tiles on her wall, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt exhaustion take over her body. 

 She stayed under the running water until it went cold, then stayed for a short while after that before getting out. 

 Dina was waiting for her by her desk, two plates of food sitting on the surface while Dina leaned back in the chair, looking at the drawings Ellie had left out on the desk. 

 "How did you get so good?" Dina questioned, holding up with life like drawing of Scamp, Tommy's dog. 

 "Practice," Ellie shrugged. "I would spend down time drawing back with the fireflies, and would draw when Joel and I would hunker down at night on the way here."

 "Maybe one day you'll draw me?" 

 Ellie didn't tell her that there was pages upon pages of drawings of Dina in a book she kept tucked in her desk drawer. 

 Dina insisted Ellie take the chair when Ellie attempted to settle on the floor. 

 "So, what happened?" Dina asked as they tucked into their food. 

 "Jesse didn't tell you?" 

 "I saw how beat up he was, I came straight here." 

 That was something that seemed to cause tension between Ellie and Jesse when he and Dina first started seeing each other, the fact Ellie always came first. 

 When they came back injured from a patrol, and both were in the medbay, Dina would run straight past Jesse to Ellie, cupping her face as she checked her over. 

 She would always favour spending the night tucked away at Ellie's -watching a movie, or forcing Ellie to play for her, or just sitting in silence as Ellie drew- over spending time with Jesse. 

 Ellie always came first, but every time that was made clear to her Ellie was still completely thrown. 

 "It was messy," Ellie started, instead of asking Dina all the questions she wanted to ask. "A horde was in the old barbers for on twelve. It's clear whoever usually takes that route hasn't been doing their job properly. We check that sector every two weeks, but there were Clickers there, so that barbers hasn't been checked in months."

 Dina listened attentively from her spot by Ellie's feet, absentmindedly chewing on her food. 

 "I expected a few runners, they've been dotted all over the place the past few months, but the Clickers were a surprise. We were doing well, taking out the runners without using a bullet, but then Felix knocked something over, every Clicker was on us then." Ellie sighed. "They weren't ready, I told Jesse this, but he insisted they needed to learn somehow, and that this would be easy. One got ahold of Jesse, and Jax just froze, Jesse almost got his throat torn out."

 "You save him?" 

 "I was too busy saving Felix from the clicker that was trying to eat his face. Jesse had to save himself, then we had to fight off a pack of clickers, and stalkers, while trying to make sure those two stayed out of danger, it was a shit show."

 "Jeez, those two always act like tough guys as well. They always hit on me whenever we're at the barn, acting like they're gods gift." Dina rolled her eyes. 

 "I'm sure you don't love the attention." Ellie teased. 

 "There is only one person's attention I love, Freckles." Dina said, running her hand up Ellie's bare calf. 

 "Yeah, right." Ellie rolled her eyes in an attempt to hide how flustered she was getting. "You love being the centre of attention."

 "Only because I need to be to get your attention." Dina shot back, arching a challenging eyebrow at Ellie. 

 Ellie was nothing if not competitive. "Well, it's a wasted effort." She said and Dina's eyebrow twitched questioningly. "You always have my attention."

 Dina seem surprised by Ellie's brazen reply, her eyebrows arching, a little smile on her lips. "S'that right?" 

 "Mm," Ellie hummed, tucking back into her food. "Never going out patrolling with newbies again." 

 "Not everyone can be a natural badass like you, Ellie." 

 "'Specially not you." Ellie grinned, laughing when Dina gave her achilles a warning little pinch. 

 "I'll remember that when a runner is chomping at your throat." 

 "You would never let me die."

 "Mm," Dina hummed thoughtfully. "Only because that would be a waste of a pretty face."

 "Okay, Romeo, go pick a movie, I'll take the dishes in." Ellie accepted Dina's empty plate and stood. 

 "I'll be waiting, Juliet." 

 Ellie ignored the feeling that gave her. 

 They both settle on Ellie's bed, Dina in front, with Ellie lying behind her, head propped up with her pillow as they watched one of the movies Maria had loaned her. 

 "When are we going to this place?" Ellie asked, and Dina rolled onto her back to peer up at her. 

 "Whatever you're ready. Are you out tomorrow?" 

 "No," 

 "Me neither. If you feel better we can go tomorrow, if not we will figure out when we're both free again."

 "Okay," Ellie hummed.

 They fell asleep before the movie even finished. 

 --

 Ellie was feeling a little better come morning, waking up early with Dina still asleep beside her, face squished against the pillow, lips parted slightly as she snored softly. 

 Ellie let herself lay there for a short while, hands tucked under her head, just watching Dina sleep, memorising every little detail of her face, just in case she felt like drawing later. 

 She got up not long after that, figuring she was being kinda creepy. 

 Joel was already awake when she trudged into the kitchen, like he always was, sipping on a mug of steaming liquid as he read whatever book he'd found on patrol recently. 

 "Mornin'," he said without looking up. 

 "Hungry?" Ellie asked, setting about making that nettle tea Dina loved so much. 

 "I've eaten, left some in the oven to be reheated. There's extra, too, since I never saw Dina leave."

 "Thanks," Ellie murmured. 

 "She was really worried about you last night, kiddo." 

 "I know," 

 "She cares about you," 

 "I know," Ellie frowned, turning to Joel after turning on the oven and placing the pan of hot water on the stove. "What's this about?" 

 "I'm just sayin'," Joel shrugged. "She seems nice." 

 "Okay, old man, whatever you are thinking, it's not that." Ellie said, turning her attention back to the stove. 

 "Okay," Ellie could hear the smile in his voice, but she ignored him. 

 Dina was awake when Ellie fumbled through the door, lying on her side facing Ellie, a sleepy smile pulling on her lips. 

 "Hey," Dina's face was half hidden by the pillow, her voice gruff in the way Ellie loved. 

 "Hungry?" 

 "Breakfast in bed?" Dina grinned teasingly as she sat up, back against the headboard. "I might just never leave."

 Ellie was surprised how good of an idea that sounded to her. 

 "This is a one time thing," she said, handing Dina both plates, and setting both mugs down on the floor. "A bribe of sorts."

 "Freckles, I'll cuddle you for free." Dina grinned, helping Ellie clamber over her to the other side of the bed. 

 "Please, I will pay you to not cuddle me." Ellie grinned at Dina's faux shocked expression.

 "That's fucking rude, you dick." Dina laughed, handing the plate off to Ellie. "How are you feeling today?" 

 "Better," Ellie hummed. "Well enough to, like, leave the compound if that was something you wanted to do."

 "Huh, I don't think I feel like it today." Dina way lying, Ellie could tell, just trying to get a rise out of her. 

 "Fine, I'll take the food back."

 Dina slapped Ellie's hand away when she went for her food. "You fucking try it, Dipshit." 

 "Do you want to eat and head out? Is it far?" 

 "About two hours walk, a half hour horseback." Dina answered. "Think you can get Shimmer?" 

 "I don't think he's signed out today, Maria probably won't mind." Ellie hummed, gently nudging Dina and motioning to the mug beside the bed. 

 "Good, we will take him." Dina said, handing Ellie her mug. "I will go get some food to take with us while you get ready to leave, I'll meet you at the Barn when we're both ready."

 "Do I need to bring anything?" 

 "Pistol, just in case, but nothing other than that."

 They finished eating, and Dina gave her a quick hug before disappearing out the door with a little skip in her step. 

 --

 Ellie got to the Barn before Dina did, settling on the stool beside Jesse, who offered her a little smile.

 "Headin' out?" he said, nodding toward the backpack by her feet. 

 "Dina has something she wants to show me," Ellie said, and Jesse nodded, turning back to the food he was eating. 

 They sat in silence for a short while, Ellie chatting briefly with Sarah.

 "Word of advice, Ellie." Jesse said, staring down at the food in front of him. "Don't waste this. I did, but then again, I never really had Dina's full attention, did I?" 

 Ellie felt her gut churn at those words, and Jesse must have noticed the panic on her face, because he smiled slightly. 

 "Hey, that wasn't a dig. Dina and I are friends now, there's no animosity here, El." Jesse assured. "Seriously, I'm happy for you guys."

 "There isn't-- we aren't anything, Jesse. We're just friends."

 "Like I said; don't waste it." 

 "Hey, guys," Dina's voice rung through the barn, then Ellie had an arm around her shoulder, the other over Jesse's. 

 "Ellie said you guys are heading out." Jesse said, and Dina hummed, pulling Ellie toward her. "Just be careful, there have been a lot of sightings recently."

 "Yes, sir." Dina rolled her eyes, pushing the side of Jesse's head as she stepped away. "Ready, El?" 

 "Yeah, Shimmer should be ready for us heading over." Ellie stood, shouldering her bag, clapping her hand onto Jesse's shoulder, giving him a little smile when he looked at her. "Thanks, man."

 "Sure thing, Williams."

 "What was that about?" Dina asked as she and Ellie walked toward the stables. 

 "Wouldn't you like to know," Ellie side-eyed her with a little grin. 

 Dina rolled her eyes, bumping her shoulder against Ellie's, Ellie's body humming with dull pain. "You suck."

 Fergus met them in the stables, handing the reins over to Ellie with a little smile before getting back to work. 

 Ellie greeted Shimmer, scratching his cheek and kissing his nose before hopping onto his back, helping Dina up. 

 "Just lead the way, Chunk."

 It took them a little over forty minutes to reach the town, because Dina was an awful navigator and Ellie was a little flustered at just how close Dina was holding her, her head pressed against Ellie's spine. 

 When they reached the town, Dina navigated her through the streets, guiding Ellie to take Shimmer into the garage of one of the derelict buildings before hopping off and tying him up. 

 "Is this the surprise?" 

 "Yes, Ellie, a dusty old house is your surprise." Dina grumbled with an eye roll. "No, it's down stairs."

 Dina lead Ellie down stairs, stopping at the door, hand on the knob. "Close your eyes, and keep them closed until I say."

 "Seriously?" Ellie huffed, slumping like a petulant child. 

 "Yes, Ellie."

 Ellie closed her eyes and Dina opened the door, ushering Ellie inside, telling her to stay put. 

 There was shuffling, the distinct sound of a generator being powered up, then a cheerful little jingle rang through the room. 

 Ellie frowned behind her hand. "What the hell is that?"

 "Okay," Dina whispered, and Ellie almost jumped at how close she was, her hand coming up to lightly grip Ellie's wrist, pulling her hand away. 

 Ellie let her, but kept her eyes closed, unsure if she was allowed to look yet. 

 "Open your eyes," 

 Ellie done as she was told, coming face to face with Dina, who was smiling up at her. Ellie peered over her shoulder at the room around her, lights strung up from the beams across the ceiling and long the walls, giving the room a soft orange glow. There was a sofa in the middle of the room, a dart board up on the wall, a pool table that looked barely playable, and in the corner there was a large machine, lit up with the words 'Street Fighter'. There was a TV on a rotting stand, a dusted gaming console wired up to it. 

 "What is this place?" 

 "Howie said he thinks it was a dudes man cave, or something." Dina shrugged. "He helped me out, in the beginning, with the arcade machine, but I fixed up the TV and console. I strung up the lights and stuff."

 "You cleaned this place up, and fixed everything in here?" Ellie's eyes dropped to Dina, who nodded slightly. 

 "For you," Dina admitted in a whisper. "I thought you could use a place like this, when Jackson gets too much."

 "Dina," Ellie breathed, looking around the room again in awe. "This is amazing, thank you."

 Dina shrugged bashfully under Ellie's adoring gaze. "Come on, let's give the machine a go."

 The game got competitive, both girls button bashing and bumping into each other. In the end Dina came out on top. 

 "You've had more time to practice." Ellie grumbled, and Dina scoffed. 

 "Yeah, right." She bumped against Ellie, motioning toward the bookshelf. "There are a whole bunch of comics over there, I've picked up as my games for that thing as I could on patrols, and I've brought some DVD's of you want to just chill."

 "Why are you talking like this is just my place?"

 "Because it is," Dina shrugged. "I done it for you. I have places to go in Jackson that help me relax, but I know you don't really, and you get antsy in Jackson, so I figured this place would be good, and it isn't too far outside the walls."

 Ellie felt her heart swell that the admission, her hand finding Dina's arm, giving it a little squeeze. "Thank you, Dina." She said, putting as much sincerity into the words as she could. "How about we make it our place?" 

 "You don't have to, I know you need you time."

 "My me time is better when you are there." Ellie admitted, her stomach fluttering at the blinding smile Dina gave her. "If I do want to be alone I will tell you, but being around you is easy, comforting, regardless of how I'm feeling."

 "Yeah?" Dina had the softest smile on her lips, taking a step toward Ellie, closing what little gap there was between them. 

 "Yeah," Ellie nodded. "You are calming to me, Dina, even if you are a little shit sometimes."

 That made Dina grin, her hand running up Ellie's arm to rest on her cheek. "You love it," 

 He voice was barely a whisper, and something shifted then, the look Dina was giving her finally clicking with Ellie. 

 "Unfortunately, I do." Ellie replied, her voice equally as quiet, leaning in ever so slightly, leaving the next move up to Dina.

 "Unfortunately," Dina scoffed, before closing the small gap between their lips, her hand gripping onto the back of Ellie's neck to pull her closer. 

 It was a tentative kiss at first, a lingering press of lips together, but it was more than Ellie could have ever dreamed. A little sigh escaped her lips when Dina pulled back. 

 "I didn't do this because I wanted you to kiss me, just so you know."

 Ellie laughed softly. "I know," she said, before dipping down again to kiss Dina, a little harder this time. 

 Dina was quick to reciprocate, her lips parting slightly to kiss Ellie's bottom lip, pulling a soft little mewl from Ellie. 

 "Let's go put a movie on," Dina whispered against her lips, tugging her toward the sofa. 

 She placed the DVD's she brought with her in the rotting coffee table, before holding up a joint with a little grin. "From Howie's weed den."

 "You're going to get me into trouble, D."

 "Yeah, right. You have no problem doing that on your own." Dina scoffed, motioning to the DVD's before pulling her lighter from her pocket. "Take your pick."

 Ellie picked an old horror movie about torture games before settling against the sofa beside Dina as she sparked up the joint. 

 Dina took a long drag before handing it over to Ellie. 

 "How is Howie?" Ellie asked, accepting the joint, putting it between her lips. 

 "Little worse for wear," Dina admitted sadly. "I think he's dying, but he refuses to come back to Jackson, he's happy in that den he has."

 "Can't say I blame him," Ellie hummed. "That place can be a little overwhelming sometimes."

 Dina hummed, watching Ellie for a short while before shuffling closer, lifting Ellie's arm and cuddling closer, slinging Ellie's are over her shoulder. 

 Ellie gave her a little squeeze, handing the joint back.

 They quietly finished the joint as they watched the movie, both feeling the buzz halfway through it. 

 "Hey, El?" 

 "Mm?" Ellie hummed, looking down at the girl tucked under her arm. 

 "I like you, I hope that's what you got from that kiss."

 Ellie had figured, but it was still nice to hear. Ellie smiled sweetly down at her. "I like you, too."

 "Okay, good." Dina cuddled closer again. "Would've sucked if you didn't."

 Ellie chuckled, lightly rubbing Dina's arm. 

 They ended up spending the night there, cuddled up on the sofa, alternating between watching movies, playing street fighter and kissing, which started off relatively innocent on the sofa, but escalated to Dina having Ellie pinning against the wonky pool table. 

 Joel was a little pissed when they god back, but Ellie couldn't really bring herself to care, not after the night she had just had. 

[carlynagisa]

Secret Valentine fic~ I didn’t fall for you you fucking tripped me!

Summary: How to get one Nakahara Chuuya to agree to a Valntine's date: Fall for him. Literally. Or how Dazai Osamu broke his ankle and miraculously healed in the span of an hour.

Pairing: Dazai/Chuuya Rating: G - General Audiences Warnings: no warnings apply :)

Notes: Dear @nakaharali-chan I’m your Secret Valentine and I hope you're happy with this happy fluffy skk piece! Unfortuately you didn't give me any prompts so I kinda winged it? Also greetings to the entire SKK Trash discor server, you guys are pretty damn cool!!

Hope you like it and enjoy!!

AO3

“Who in their right mind thought that class at 8 am in the fucking morning was a good idea?” Chuuya grumbled while basically slumping into his seat, just seconds before the bell rang. His head fell onto the table in front of him with a loud thud, body and mind too tired to lift himself up.

Tachihara next to him only raised his brows slightly before sliding his spare coffee in front of his tired friend. “I much prefer this to Fukuzawa-san’s 8 pm class. Now that’s suicide.”

Regaining his senses enough to smell the heavenly scent of the freshly brewed coffee in front of him, Chuuya dragged his head up, bleary eyes turning to the other redhead while blindly groping for the beverage in front of him. “Okay, who are you and what happened to Tachihara? Did you murder him?” He yelped after taking a generous sip of the coffee, belatedly noticing that it was still quite hot – definitely freshly brewed. At least he was awake now, albeit slightly.

“You’re way too cheery.”

Tachihara’s fingers drummed on his table. “Dude, isn’t it obvious? Today is Valentine’s Day!” He gave Chuuya an incredulous look once realizing that the other wasn’t impressed at all. “Don’t tell me you forgot about this, mister popular?”

Was it already too late to reassign to another class, preferably later in the day? Chuuya could kick himself in the shin for his naivety while deciding on his college classes.

He chugged down the rest of the coffee – albeit it was still too hot and surely burned more of his taste buds than it should – finally able to face his classmate and the rest of what was to come.

“You mean the overly commercialized fake holiday that is supposed to celebrate love but rather celebrates capitalism in all its glory? How could I ever forget about that?”

“So you forgot about it.”

“Entirely.” Chuuya let out a deep sigh before bending down and sifting through his backpack. “Imagine my utter joy when I was nearly jumped by a freshman that tried to shove chocolate down my throat. Or when an entire group of sophomores literally ganged up on me.”

Finally he found what he was looking for. Without a word he threw a bundle over at Tachihara’s confused face. “You can have it.” He rolled his eyes in annoyance at the thought of those stupid hopeful girls that declared their undying love to him without ever talking to him, let alone getting to know him. Was everyone going crazy today?

Unclasping the bundle, Tachihara let out a whistle while studying the amount of chocolate that was wrapped in it. “And imagine that the day only started. Give me some of your popularity?” He said while inspecting a piece of especially colorfully decorated chocolate. “Think I can give this to Gin?”

“You want to ask her out?”

“Yeah.” Poor guy, he’d never stand a chance.

“She’ll eat you alive.”

“That’s why the chocolate! She’ll hopefully be busy with it. And let’s hope her brother doesn’t find out first… He won’t only eat me alive but rather roast and cook me before that.”

Chuuya laughed at the image of Akutagawa Ryuunosuke letting out his wrath because his little sister was being courted. That wouldn’t be the first time, Gin was rather popular these days.

Chuuya snatched a piece of innocently looking chocolate which he held out for the other redhead. “Then you should give her this. Dark chocolate is her favorite.” She’d kill him for the fancy colorful one. “Although. isn’t it pretty impudent giving her chocolate that isn’t even self-made?”

“We don’t want to let it get to waste, huh?” Tachihara winked. He wanted to say something else but the professor used this exact moment to make his entrance. Chuuya knew that he was in for an interrogation later. He slumped on his desk once more and let out a deep huff, this was going to be a long day.

*

“Sooo,” Tachihara began after the two left the room to get to their next class. “Mister popular.”

“Stop calling me that,” Chuuya groaned. He hated that nickname. It wasn’t his fault that the female student body was way too hormone ridden to just leave him alone and became especially obnoxious during this time of the year. He wasn’t even that good looking! And definitely not nice enough to them to warrant such behavior. Why they were so fixated on him was still beyond him.

At least he was not first place on the popular bachelor scale, and yes such a thing did exist. This arguable honor went to a true idiot who might have sported the good looks and the brain but had a rather rotten character. That guy cut a swath through girls’ hearts and completely acted on their foolishly adoration towards him. Chuuya was always very adamant not to get thrown into one pot with the likes of him. Stupid bastard.

Dodging another incoming underclassman who surely wanted to give him even more chocolate, Chuuya hurried through the corridor. “I still don’t know what they want from me.”

Tachihara was hurrying along next to him. Chuuya noticed the bewildered look with which the other fixated him even without turning towards him. “Um, hello? Maybe because you’re quite hot? Ah, no homo, you know?” Chuuya rolled his eyes at that but snorted regardless. “Seriously, you’re one of the best-looking guys here. And it seems like you’re forever single, so you’re not only available but they also want to be the one person to break your unattainable bad-boy status.”

That statement stopped him. Chuuya would like to defend himself for the last part – while he dressed rather scandalous, leather jackets and chokers were among his favorites, and yes, he liked to smoke – he wasn’t a bad-boy by a long shot. He even helped out at volunteering jobs, thank you very much.

But the first part was much more concerning. They stood in the middle of the hallway in front of the stairs now, effectively blocking the way.

“Tachihara… available? Seriously? You do know I’m gay right?” The redhead was pretty sure that the whole college knew about his sexuality by now. He wasn’t keen on hiding it, what was the point of it anyway? Which made it even more surprising that the girls seemingly tended to flock towards him.

Tachihara next to him laughed awkwardly. “Of course I know! I’m pretty sure they also know about this. It’s just…”

“Just what.” It was a growl now.

“It’s just,” and now the other was definitely looking away on purpose. “Don’t explode, Chuuya, okay? It’s just that they have this weird fantasy about you. You know, making the gay man falling for them, being that special girl and all that shit.” What the fuck?! “And then there are the yaoi fangirls of course, who just have those weird fetishes.”

What. The. Fuck.

If Chuuya’s mood was bad before, now it was below zero degrees. “What the fuck? I’m not some fetish come true? What is this Fifty Shades of Bullshit?”

His friend pointedly looked at the ground now. “It’s just what I heard. Apparently people fall for this kind of set-up. B-but I’m pretty sure that people just love you Chuuya, you are pretty awesome. So, just accept some of those Valentine gifts and give them a chance?”

Fuck this shit. Fuck this entire day. He had enough.

He couldn’t help letting out another growl while twirling towards the stairs. Chuuya had enough.

“Fuck this shit. I’m going home.”

“B-but we still have class?!”

He. Had. Enough.

“I don’t give a damn! I’m going home, avoiding this entire Valentine shit. I’m tired of people proclaiming their baseless love and people ‘falling for me’.” Because he knew this wasn’t true. Chuuya had been unloved for his entire 22 years of living and it wouldn’t change just because he was giving chances. So far nobody had really fallen in love with him anyway.

“And for your information-“

“Watch out!!!”

Chuuya’s tirade was cut short rather abruptly by a loud ruckus and an even louder voice yelling before he was hit with what suspiciously felt like a steamroller and fell to the floor with a crash.

Thanking his quick reflexes that supported himself on his elbows, thus saving him from most injuries, Chuuya still found himself face-front on the cold floor which surely hadn’t been properly cleaned in a long while. Absolutely great.

Even better, the heavy weight on his back indicated that whoever had the genius idea of flinging themselves down the stairs a little too fast and therefore tumbling them down instead of using the proper way had landed much more comfortably than himself.

“Oops,” the person on his back laughed. “That’s not the downfall I was expecting.”

“And what did you expect instead?” Chuuya grumbled, still lying helplessly on the ground. The nerve! Whoever this was, they clearly were in no hurry to get up and moving.

The person – definitely a guy – hummed. “If I had landed only a little bit more face-first I could��ve easily broken my neck; if you wouldn’t have stopped my fall that is.”

“What a wonderful thing that I was in the right place and cushioned your fall, huh? And I still do by the way!” If Chuuya was close to erupting earlier, now was the perfect moment to finally let it out. Which guy would be this obnoxious to-

“Wonderful?? More like tragic! You ruined my opportunity!”

Ah. Dazai Osamu then. Just peachy.

Was it something about today or was it just the universe or whatever karma there was that decided it would be fun to fuck over Chuuya completely on this so called holiday? Who else could have done such a stunt and accidentally fallen down the stairs at the exact same moment Chuuya was passing them but Dazai freaking Osamu, school’s resident genius slash lunatic and to the redhead’s begrudging admittance the real number one heartbreaker of their college.

Accidentally my ass, Chuuya thought, this was definitely another one of Dazai’s famous suicide antics. Could he not have jumped down the building instead? And he surely must have seen Chuuya, right? So why not wait until the smaller male had been out of the way.

Oh yeah, Dazai was an asshole, that’s why.

Said asshole apparently found Chuuya’s still lying form rather comfortable, at least he made no indication to move.

“Ah! Is that you chibi?” Another thing about Dazai: Chuuya couldn’t stand him. School playboy or not, his character was just obnoxious and generally off-putting. “What are you doing down there?”

“Obviously I’m enjoying the view. The ground is rather comfortable, why don’t you join me, bastard?”

That finally got Dazai to move. Even if it meant that the brunet was suddenly appearing up close in his point of vision.

Dazai cocked his head to the side, studying Chuuya with a one eyed glance. It seemed like the idiot had hurt himself again, half his face was hidden under bandages and a big plaster. It matched his appearance wonderfully, with all the other bandages around his arms and neck and god knows where else. Either Dazai was the unluckiest person on earth (and that was rather impossible, since Chuuya was positive that he currently took that spot) or he was even more freakish than everybody thought.

The girls seemed to like it at least.

The redhead couldn’t figure out if the other found what he was looking for, but Dazai suddenly shook his head while his gaze finally left Chuuya. “I think the floor is nothing for me, chibikko, but whatever floats your boat.” Still he made no attempt to stand up.

Hushed whispers harshly broke Chuuya’s own stare and brought his attention back to his surroundings. While definitely not a shy person and generally immune and uncaring towards any kind of gossip, it was hard to ignore the whispers about how two of the most eligible bachelors – who couldn’t even stand each other all that much! – of their entire college were randomly lying in the middle of the corridor together.

Shoving Dazai away from him for good, Chuuya hastily rushed back to his feet, brushing off imaginary (or not so imaginary, the grime on the ground was very real after all) dust. Tachihara next to him chuckled. “So now it’s not only the girls falling for you, huh?”

“Oh shut up, you asshole.” It was in good nature though. Tachihara wouldn’t make fun of him in earnest. Hopefully nobody else in the perimeter would. They wouldn’t dare.

All except one.

“Which girl would ever fall for someone that small? They’d have to bend down all the time like they’re talking to a child!” Thankfully Dazai was still in a wonderful position seated on the floor, perfect for Chuuya to kick him in the hip.

“You shut up as well, bastard. What are you still doing there on the floor?”

The other made no motion to move at all. Instead he only raised his arms at Chuuya expectantly, depicting a strange picture of a one-sided hug.

“Waiting for you to pick me up, obviously. I might have twisted my ankle during the fall and can’t walk, silly.”

Chuuya’s ears were growing hot, a clear sign for the upcoming blush that threatened to erupt on his face and that would clash horribly with his hair. He was overly aware of the student body that still watched the scene playing out attentively. The gossip would only grow worse and worse now.

After still not being picked up, Dazai started sporting a very obvious pout. “Since it’s your fault, chibi, you should at least help me up.”

His fault?! What the hell? That idiot had fallen on him!

“You fell on me!”

Tachihara next to him mumbled “Don’t you mean for?” Chuuya gave him a nasty look.

“But Chuu-yaaa!”

“Don’t Chuuya me!” Embarrassment now fully visible on his face, Chuuya hastily dragged Dazai up towards him, ignoring how the other rather tried to hug him. “I’m going to drop ya!”

Apparently the other male had really hurt his ankle in some way, – or he was acting fantastically, this was still Dazai they were speaking of – he heavily winced once Chuuya tried to let go and his right foot gave out under him. “Ouch ouch ouch!”

With a heavy sigh Chuuya moved one of the taller one’s arms around his shoulder. Fucking lanky people. “Stop acting like a baby, it’s your own fault.”

Dazai hobbled rather unsuccessfully on one foot. “I already said that it’s your fault! If it hadn’t been for you I would have fallen on my neck, hopefully breaking it, and I would not have a broken ankle now!”

“Hell, it’s not broken! But I’m still letting a doctor check you up.”

By now there was at least some movement regarding them. Dazai was even more useless than before but Chuuya slowly got them moving, albeit slowly. Not quick enough to escape the ever growing crowd around them. At least nobody would try to give him chocolate now…

He waved Tachihara goodbye, promising his friend to catch up with him once he delivered the annoyance on his shoulders to the doctor’s office.

Except, they did not go there.

Oh no, after half the way freaking Dazai suddenly decided that he would rather not see a doctor at all. Possibly broken ankle or not.

“You even get another stupid bandage for your growing collection!” Chuuya was exasperated. But Dazai wouldn’t budge, weight suddenly slumping around his shoulder, threatening to drag him down like a sack of potatoes.

“Nah. Don’t wanna.” Stupid pouting child! Chuuya should just drop him-

“I know!” Dazai suddenly beamed, picking up his weight again. “Since you hurt me, chibbiko, you should make up for it. You can take me out for a consolation date!”

What the-

*

And that was the story of how one Nakahara Chuuya suddenly found himself roped into a Valentine’s Day date with his worst enemy after falling flat on his face.

He wasn’t sure how Dazai had gotten Chuuya to agree at all. Maybe it was the puppy eyes… maybe it was Dazai acting like a sack of potatoes again. Anyway, he ended up seated opposite of one Dazai Osamu, hesitantly sipping on his coffee while the other happily slurped on an overpriced latte abomination.

Dazai suspiciously didn’t mention his hurt ankle anymore.

Instead, he talked about everything and nothing. After an hour, Chuuya already knew everything about Dazai’s latest obsession with Instagram food blogs (yes, of course the brunet took a picture of their drinks), how boring his latest literature classes were ever since Oda-sensei left to teach grade schoolers instead (Chuuya found their current literature topic, European poets, rather fascinating) and how drowning was apparently a less painful suicide method than asphyxiation via plastic bag (Chuuya had NO opinion on that one).

It was rather fascinating.

At first, Chuuya had felt utterly uncomfortable and wanted nothing more than leave. What was he supposed to talk about with a person who shared none of his interests, moved in entirely different social groups and with whom most if not all his conversations so far consisted only of jarring insults and merciless teasing?

It turned out that there was no need to think up topics to talk about at all. Dazai kept up a pleasant flow of talking, even asking Chuuya questions and for his opinions rather often, initiating a real conversation after a while.

Dazai himself suddenly seemed to bloom, his entire posture was more relaxed than Chuuya had ever seen and the disinterested and cold look in his one visible eye slowly grew more and more warm and cheerful. Chuuya on the other side felt more and more comfortable and dare he say intrigued by the enigma sitting in front of him.

All in all it was… nice.

At least until the implications of the calendar date changed their dynamics in the form of a cheerful server in a dreadfully pink apron.

“Hello you two!” The light-haired server beamed, holding a plate in one hand. “And a happy Valentine! You two make a wonderful couple! Treat’s on the house!” With a beaming smile he placed the plate onto their table, winked and skipped back to the counter towards a disgruntled dark haired male who sported an equally awful pink apron and who hit him on the head after the waiter tried to jump him.

Dazai’s eye became impossibly big as he studied the chocolate mousse in front of them. Chocolate mousse that was shaped like a heart… Chuuya’s stomach suddenly jumped.

Ah yes. He totally forgot about Valentine’s Day. It was rather nice not being flogged by pushy girls for once. But this…

“Say Dazai…” Said brunet raised his head in question after taking more pictures of their dessert. “Did we just go here because you wanted free food?”

Dazai laughed – Chuuya couldn’t tell if it was real or fake. Dazai wasn’t easy to figure out.

“Of course!”

Ah, so that’s how it was. It was too suspicious after all that Dazai would suddenly go on a date with Chuuya and have fun with him without any ulterior motives. Even if those ulterior motives were just free food, the smaller male couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappoint and… hurt?

Pff, as if, Dazai and he weren’t even friends. They were more like enemies, not being able to stand the other for longer than a few minutes. Of course the other was only playing around. And if he got a kick out of playing stupid gullible Chuuya, all the better for him. Consolation date, my ass.

Deeming the pictures he took good enough, Dazai decided to dig into the chocolate mousse, very visibly enjoying its flavor. He even moaned a little in satisfaction.

“Aren’t you eating?” Chuuya didn’t even touch his own spoon. He was not hungry any more.

“No you can have it.” Well, he had taken the other out and even paid for their drinks, that was good enough right? Then he could leave now and let the other be, his ankle seemed good enough to get going.

Standing up, Chuuya reached for his jacket when a hand suddenly gripped his wrist tightly.

“Don’t go,” Dazai murmured, spoon and dessert abandoned.

“Didn’t you get what you wanted?” Chuuya mumbled, trying to drag his wrist back towards him. “You don’t need me anymore, I already paid-“

“I said what I meant.” Dazai’s grip tightened, the look in his eye now determined. Chuuya noticed how its warm chocolate brown color turned dark. “I wanted to go on a date with you. I want to be here with you.”

“Yeah right, you just wanted me to pay for you.” He knew that he sounded bitter but Chuuya had his fair share of disappointing dates so far, guys and girls alike who were either in for his looks or just to use him to pay for all their commodities. “It’s fine, I had fun and this was probably the best Valentine’s Day I had so far. To think that a commercial fake holiday and your company could be fun! Thanks for that I guess. No need to play nice anymore.”

The hand on his wrist finally loosened its tight grip, instead Dazai used it to shield his mouth and chuckled.

“Oh my god, Chuuya’s cute.” It took said person a moment to realize that he had not misheard and he seriously got called cute by Dazai Osamu. And judging by his earnest laughter and again warm eye, he was serious about this. That was quite the step up from being called short or a slug. Cute, huh?

Sensing Chuuya’s surprise, Dazai elaborated.

“I literally fell for you, doesn’t that account for nothing?”

Fell… for him?

Wait a second.

“You didn’t fall down the stairs by accident?” Could Dazai really be such an idiot?

“Of course not! I already told you I did it on purpose.” He was really such an idiot. “I just didn’t do it to try to kill myself for once though, it’s rather that I saw you standing there and was like ‘why not?’”

Why not? What. An. Idiot!

“You flung yourself down a staircase just to get a date with me?”

Dazai even had the nerve to look proud. “I sure did!”

“And you couldn’t just have asked me out like a normal person?”

The proud smile faltered. “… I could have?”

With a deep sigh, Chuuya slumped back down onto his seat, finally taking his spoon in his hand. Deliberately ignoring his opposite’s gaping stare, Chuuya dug into the rest of the previously abandoned chocolate mousse, letting out a small moan himself when the sweet taste exploded in his mouth. This was heavenly! He decided to let Dazai hanging until he finished off the rest of the dessert on his own, not even throwing as much as a glance at the more and more restless brunet.

Only after he dropped his spoon and licked off the leftover chocolate on his lips (Dazai’s eye followed his tongue; Chuuya did do it deliberately of course) he turned towards the hopeful male.

“Maybe. I probably would have said no, who knows. But your plan was not really nice.” Chuuya raised an eyebrow, Dazai’s hopeful look did not falter though, he knew the smaller one well enough to know that he wasn’t serious.

“I’m sorry!” Dazai whined, playing along.

Hook, line and sinker.

With a big grin on his face, Chuuya stated. “If you’re really sorry, you should prove it.” His confidence was finally back and it felt good.

Dazai was sporting an equally wide grin now. “How?”

“Take me out on a real date. No stupid Valentine’s Day, no scheming and lying.” Chuuya motioned towards Dazai’s now clearly fake ankle injury.

“And you’re paying. I have expensive tastes.”

Everything today had tried to piss him off as much as possible. Chuuya deserved some piece after such a day – who knew that Valentine’s Day might turn out to be more than a fake commercial holiday?

“Who would’ve thought…” Dazai mumbled under his breath, still not low enough not to be picked up by Chuuya.

“Last chance,” Chuuya shook his head. “How about Friday?”

Dazai slowly held out his hand, with that warm smile on his face again that made Chuuya’s stomach flutter.

“It’s a date.”

[daddyzanchez]

Daddy Sanchez please write a self insert w light bondage and spanking

Here you go, anon!

2300 words - erotica - F/M - daddy kink, spanking, dirty talk, light bondage, established relationship

Link to story on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15699045

I’ll Smack The Brat Out Of You

It was rare that Rick spent the night in bed. Usually, he would leave you as you were going to sleep, only to work on some strange but genius invention, so when you found yourself next to him in bed after more than just a few hours, you felt happier than ever. You felt appreciated, like there was just something a little normal about your relationship.

Or maybe he was just exhausted, you thought to yourself. The night before the two of you had been having quite the time of your lives, which was the reason why you both were lying naked next to each other.

It was morning now. He was still here. The birds were chirping outside the window and you prayed to whoever was up there that it wouldn’t wake Rick up but even if you did not want him to wake up and leave, you still could not fight the urge to reach out and touch the lanky and tall man besides you.

You ran your fingertips up his arm, feeling the rough skin underneath them with a soft smile. The more you touched him, the closer you scooted towards him and in the end, your hand was on his chest and your nose against his shoulder. You whispered his name quietly and that was what got him to stir, blinking a few times.

He barely sensed you and you decided to believe that it was because it was an unusual situation for him; that he did not want to seem vulnerable.

“Where do you think you are going?” You asked as he stirred, sitting up to swing his legs out over the edge of the bed. You reached out for him, making him look back you.

“I’m heading out to the ga-garage,” he mumbled in reply, still trying to blink himself awake.

“No.”

“No? Really? Y-y-you think you’re my mother?” He raised his unibrow.

“You’re not allowed to leave, we never spend the day together like this,” you said with a pout, sitting up as well and crawling to kneel behind him. You made a show out of looking sweet and innocent, knowing what it did to him.

“I-I need to get out and see to the Phosphorical Trisulphur Acid,” he argued, knowing you had little knowledge of what he was talking about. It was a cheap trick to get to leave, and you were having none of it. Instead, you decided to throw a tantrum, throwing yourself into the mattress and turning away from him, pulling the covers over yourself tightly.

You heard a deep sigh behind you and smiled to yourself, hiding your smugness immediately as you felt him crawl across the bed and over to you, “Are we really p-playing this g-game? You’re gonna be a pain my fucking ass all day if I don’t stay?”

You decided to use the worst and best weapon against him; the silent treatment. With a huff, you simply pulled the covers closer around your body. Sure, if he wanted to leave, he could leave as you were not his parent but now, it had become a game and you loved playing it, wanting to see how fast he caught up on it.

He called your name with the slightest hint of annoyance and when you, again, decided not to reply, he rolled you onto your back.

You crossed your arms over your chest as your eyes met, and you saw Rick trying to figure out how to make you talk again. He leaned down over you, “You know, you’re doing an awful job if y-you really want to convince me to st-stay here in bed with you all day, sweetie, so fine then, I’m leaving. Do I get a goodbye kiss?”

“No,” you said firmly and pulled the covers up over your mouth.

“Oh, it talks,” Rick’s voice was as smug as his face. He reached to pull at the covers but you held it tighter.

“No, Daddy,” you finally said, still keeping your tone as innocent as possible. The look you earned was priceless and there was no way he was leaving the bed now; you felt his immediately hard cock poke into your hip and you wanted to beam with pride.

“That took a dangerous turn,” he said as he ripped the covers away and you could not help but squeal, grinning like an idiot, as he tried to kiss you. Eventually you let him, hands on his shoulders.

“Daddy,” you sighed contently. Rick kissed you slowly, turning one long kiss into several smaller ones. You mumbled against his lips, arms delicately draped around his shoulders, “I don’t remember when we last did this.”

“I distinctly remember us doing this la-last night,” he pointed out as he gave you a few more kisses.

“No,” you argued, “That was Rick Sanchez, I meant you, Daddy. It’s been forever.”

“Well, whatever you want,” Rick replied, reaching up for your wrists before yanking them painfully, “Oh no, wait a minute. Who-who acted like a brat just minutes- moments earlier? The silent treatment, you really think Daddy will let that slide?”

This was not what you had had in mind when had provoked him with that nickname. No, you had expected a good round of morning sex but clearly, you had not thought this all the way through, using the worst method ever to get his attention. You knew he hated it, so when you were forced onto your stomach, you grunted, “Rick-”

“Rick isn’t here right now, sweetheart,” he said as he got up from the bed, a thing he had almost promised not to do now. You scowled back at him but he eyed you dangerously, “Don’t move or Daddy will be mad.”

You watched him anyway, almost in protest, as he walked across the room to open the top drawer of your shared dresser. He fished out a belt and immediately you squirmed, knowing exactly what was going to happen. Oh no, you were in trouble and for something so simply as to ignore him for just two seconds!

Rick saw as you suddenly tensed up and laughed, “C’mon, I-I’m not giving you the belt today. That is only for special occasions, so you can unclench now.”

Instead, he knelt down onto your legs, forcing your hands to lie on the small of your back before wrapping the belt around your wrists till you couldn’t move. By hand today then, you thought, a little more pleased by that.

“Sorry, Daddy,” you tried, looking back over your shoulder. You knew there was no way in changing a Rick’s mind but you could play to the gallery. He always liked it when you showed a little fear, even when he knew you actually liked this very much, “Please, I’ll be good!”

Rick shook his head in disapproval, moving away to pull you closer to the edge of the bed. He sat down so his feet were planted firmly on the floor before pulling you, with little to no effort, onto his lap, “Stop begging, you know y-you d-deserve this. Daddy was extremely disappointed in your behaviour.”

You wiggled a little but there was no way you could fight the belt around your wrists, and eventually you gave in to him; let yourself be under his control, your pain or pleasure in his hands. In reality, you actually liked spanking when it was done by his hand a lot more than anything else even though it meant fewer hits. His warm hand was a lot more intimate than a wooden spoon or the leather belt, so this was going to be a treat for the both of you.

“How many?” You asked quietly, pushing your ass up to make it seem more inviting.

“I think we’ll start with six,” he mumbled above you, hand gently running across your lower back before sliding down to grab at your ass. You felt him grope obscenely, teasingly sliding a finger between your legs for no more than a second before massaging your cheeks, “Fuck, I love your ass.”

Six was okay. Six hits you could handle, especially because you knew Rick wasn’t merciful when it came to his punishments; if he said six, most people would scoff but you knew that it would be six good swats without a soft start. He would have you in tears by the fourth one. You took a deep breath, “That feels nice, Daddy.”

You barely managed to finish the compliment as the sound of Rick’s palm against the spot he had just touched resonated throughout the room. The pain was immediate after, making you jolt forwards in his lap with a gasp, a short intake of breath as you were surprised. He usually told you to count but he had not done so today, so you figured it was best to automatically do it.

“O-one,” you managed as you caught your breath and even though you could not see his face, you knew he was smiling, maybe even beaming of proudness. It earned you a rub across the place where the stinging was starting to fade by the touch of his hand.

“Two!” You said as you felt him smack you again. This time you managed to tense up enough so you did not fly forwards and he even secured you by holding onto your hip so you could not slide off of him or escape, if you wanted to.

The stinging had gotten worse already, sending signals to your brain that this was not supposed to happen; your nerves were on fire and God, it hurt badly already. It was so good and you definitely deserved it from being such a brat before, Rick did not hesitate to tell you.

“You are counting, baby, I a-am so proud,” he soothed the skin again, his voice softer now but then his nails dug into the redness you were sure was there. You cried out, nodding at his comment.

“Y-yes, Daddy,” you said through gritted teeth, breathing heavily as the nails scraped across already sore skin. He was really meaning it and you tried to wiggle again, “I thought you would like it.”

“But Daddy never asked for it, d-did he?” You felt the third slap to your ass and it was on the other cheek, luckily giving you some relief from the burning sensation that occupied the already slapped one. You gulped, blinking before swallowing thickly. How did he manage to not stop due to having stinging palms? You were certain that your own hands, delicate as they were, would not have been able to handle the force he was using on you.  

“No- no, Daddy,” you finally said in defeat, hearing your own voice shake as you started to fear the next hit. No counting then.

“But keep counting,” he commandeered, not even trying to hide the fact that he was already growing impatient. You felt his hand hover above your reddened skin, your head swimming as you realised it was hovering above the most sore spot on your behind, “Don’t star-start something you cannot finish and know that I’ll just keep going until you say each number loud and clearly. Even if you’ve already had the brat smacked out of you.”

“Three,” you said after taking a deep breath once again but was interrupted by a fourth hard smack, the sound bouncing off the walls in your room. It hurt as his calloused palm, fingers spread, hit the reddened skin on your cheek and it stung to the point where you let out a sob whilst trying your hardest to say the word ‘four’.

Rick accepted it, soothing the warm skin on both of your cheeks and the niceness of it, the way it sent lovely spikes of affection and heat throughout your legs and up your spine, made you regain the will-power to get those two last smacks.

Tears sprung to your eyes at the fifth slap and you put on a show by struggling in his lap, trying to get away until he pushed further down on your hip and scolded you. You knew your crying always made his heart leap, so instead of crying silently, you let out another sob, “Five…”

It was hard to enunciate by now, your blood traveling down to your behind until you felt dizzy. You were not scared though, knew what your body could handle and as you had been counting the seconds between each spank to your sore ass, you knew when the next would come. You braced yourself.

The last blow was the worst, making you cry out a loud six as it happened. You sobbed, both for yourself, to get all the pain out of your system, but definitely also for his pleasure, and your violent crying must have made you look a mess because you felt both tears and drool drip from your chin. He loved it, there was no doubt, his hard-on poking into your belly.

You slumped down, letting your body go slack as the last blow was over, finally over. You could relax without fearing the next unexpected flood of pain and you could get to the best part.

The belt was removed seconds later and you immediately crawled to lie down with your face in the pillow, sighing loudly to attract attention. Here came the best thing about these kinds of things.

You felt the weight of Rick’s body besides you again and in the next moment, you were pulled close and into a warm embrace. He kissed your hair softly, not letting go as you pressed your face into his chest instead of the pillow. If anyone had seen him right now, they would never have believed it was him, a Rick. One that was not caring about anything else but your well-being, ignoring his own pleasure for you to be okay.

“Are you okay? I’ll get you some water in a-a minute,” he said a moment after and you nodded against him. You hurt but it had been so worth it; he stayed.