Dad!Bo Sinclair x daughter/child!reader (5-6 years old)
Tw: yelling, Bo being a bit aggressive, soft ending
Healing Salve
“I told you over and over to stay away from Vincent’s wax melter!” He snaps, his anger building up. “You have any idea how stupid you are? Any clue?”
You could hear him yelling from the stairs as he came up to the bathroom where you were. You were shaking as you tried to put aloe on your burns, but tears stung your eyes and made it blur. You didn’t mean to be that close to the wax melter; you just wanted to look inside it! How were you supposed to know that was hot to touch and could burn you when you rested your arm against the metal? How are you supposed to learn if you never try it? Bo told you time and time, over and over, not to go into Vincent’s workspace without him, but you were curios today and went down in secret. You always wanted to see what it looked like on the inside, so who was Bo to be mad at because he never told you?
“Answer me!” His shouts, his hand hitting the door, causing you jump. “You’re just as stupid as your mother! Didn’t know how to listen to a simple thing... are you dumb or something?” You tried not to flinch when he yelled, but your shoulder jerked and tensed as he yelled, “Now, I gotta make sure you ain’t leavin’ dis house! ‘Cause I thought you were better than dat!” His eyes harden when your eyes didn’t look up at his. “Hey, look at me when I’m talking to you!”
His hand turned you around and grabbed a hold of your face, forcing you to look up—
Bo’s angry blue eyes broken when a sob escaped your lips, crying out, “I’m sorry, Papa! I’m sorry!”
Hsi tight grip loosens, and he lets go as he steps away from you. He looked down at his hands, realizing they were shaking, then looked at himself in the mirror on the wall in the hall. He didn’t see himself; he saw Trudy and his father with a victory smile as if they were saying that they taught him well. He was becoming like his own parents, and it burned him.
“Sunshine,” he breathed, his eyes softening. “Darlin’, I-I didn’t mean...shit, sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” He took slow steps and knelt in front of your trembling form. “My God—Papa’s so sorry. He didn’t mean for his anger to be like that. He’s sorry...he’s so sorry.” His hands still shook as he held your arms, feeling like you were glass. He’ll do better; he has to do better.
And he compared you to your mother—
“I’m sorry,” you whispered again, holding back a sob. “I’m sorry—”
“Shh, sweetheart,” he hushes softly, his fingers being gentle as he looked over you. “Dida get hurt anywhere else?”
You shook your head as fat tears fell slow.
“Hey, hey,” he cupped his large, calloused hand over your cheek, thumbing away a tear. “It’ll be right. It’ll be right, I swear.” He scooped you up in his arms, holding you tightly as he stood up, and takes the healing salve. “I’ll take care of it...I’m here. Papa’s here.”
i got a box you can put all your lies in | till dawn (here comes the sun)
♱ Desc: Your Ex-Boyfriends father asks why you two broke up. When you give in and tell him, he shows you what you’d been missing all along.
♱ Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x AFAB! Reader
♱ Content: Smut…
♱ Content Warning: Unestablished Relationships, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex, Age gap, Degradation, No Prep, Slapping (Face, Ass), Chokehold (bc it’s toji duh), Fingers Sucking, Names (Sweetheart, slut, whore), might be more just lmk
♱ Word Count: 3423
a/n wrote this on a whim like most of my fics. but i love toji sm but i realized i only have one fic of him. this is also me kinda manifesting this irl ;) playing playing. but this is so basic,bc there’s so many tojixreaders like this but reader is always sad. so i made her not emo here 💅🏻
“So you broke my son's heart.”
Mr Fushiguro spoke in a hoarse voice standing with the door to his home halfway open. The rain is pouring outside, and you're soaked from your feet up after walking from your car to the front steps of your now Ex- Boyfriend’s home. Cold droplets of water drip off your skin and dampen your clothes, you’re shivering from the wetness.
The comment took you by surprise. It was somewhat true. Mostly true. However, to be told this by your Ex’s father wasn’t really ideal.
“I-I don’t think so.” You choke on your own tongue, not sure of how to respond to such a comment.
A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, and a faint smirk displays itself on Mr Fushiguros scared lips. He licks them, and puffs his chest out, running his hand through his dark locks.
“Don’t worry about it, Sweetheart.” He addressed you by a nickname that’s never slipped off his tongue. Or if it has, you didn’t recall the moment. “I’ll get you stuff. That’s what you're here for, right?” The door opens wider, and he’s moved waiting for you to enter.
“Mr Fushiguro, I can wait outside. It’s ok.”
“You want to wait in the rain?”
He looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed and tilts his head forward to you. Mr Fushuguro towers over you as he takes a step to size you up and down. You’re wearing a now see through long sleeve with no sweater.
“Yes.”
“No, come in, you're soaked.” He waves his hand, and as docile as you are, you listen and take a step into the Fushiguro home.
It was strange walking into a home you know you were no longer welcome into with open arms. You hadn’t come in a few weeks after your break up with Megumi. Of course, it smelt the same, looked the same, and provided you with that warmth you always liked so much of your Ex-Boyfriend’s household.
It smelt of musky sandalwood and firewood, and the occasional intoxicating booze. The lighting was low, always making you sleepy, and it was furnished so minimally.
“Take a seat, I’ll go grab your things.” The heavy front door shuts, and the locks on the door click loudly. You take a seat into the plush dark brown leather couch, and watch as Mr Fushiguro disappears from your view walking into a dark hallway.
Turning, you face the burning fire and slide yourself off the couch to get closer to the warmth. You wipe the droplets of water off with your sleeve and push the wet hair off your face, trying to make yourself presentable in the slightest.
“You know,” Mr Fushiguros booming from the hallway shakes you. Then he begins, this time lowering his voice a bit, “He had so much of your stuff.”
You find yourself stuck looking at the sight of the fire. The burning embers, orange and red flames striking high and the crack of wood. After a few seconds, you turn back to find Mr Fushiguro standing over you with a box full of your belongings.
He looks down upon you, kneeling and looking up at him like a lost puppy. Mouth agape, eyes big and lashes fluttering.
“So why’d it end?” He breaks the silence, walking away from you to take a seat on his couch. He placed the box in his lap and ran his fingers along the pages of a book you let your boyfriend borrow.
“Um,” You pause. This wasn’t a appropriate discussion to have with your Ex-Boyfriend’s dad, you thought. “We mutually agreed to it.”
Mr Fushiguro snorted, spreading his legs wider and leaning into the couch more.
“Bullshit.” He looks you into your eyes. They're a dark, enticing green. You’ve never seen a color like them before.
“E-excuse me?”
“I said that’s bullshit.” You blink hard from his comment. Ripping your eyes away from his. What was he saying? Why was he saying such things? This is the most he’s interacted with you, ever, and just now he becomes an entirely different person.
He moved the box off his lap, taking a hold of the book. It was then you noticed how tight his black long sleeve was and how nice and fitted his gray sweatpants were on the swell…
God, what were you thinking?
Mr Fushiguro skims through a few pages of the book, inhaling a whiff of that new book smell. Then, he reaches into the box and looks at all your belongings.
“You’ve got some real personal stuff in here, Kid.”
“Hey!” You straighten from your slouch and scramble up, “Can I have my box now please?”
He looks at you still one your knees, pulling the box closer to his chest, “Tell me the truth, then I will give the box to you.” His tone is stern and his voice is strong.
“I already told you the truth, Mr Fushiguro.”
“Toji.”
“What?” You asked.
“Call me Toji. You keep calling me Mr Fushiguro.” He says, mocking your whiny voice.
“I already told you the truth, Toji.” This time you address him by Toji, and say his name with venom on your tongue. You were becoming irritated by Tojis childish antics.
“Mm, no, I don’t believe you did.” He looks into your eyes and squints, shaking his head lightly before digging back into the box.
“Woah, how obscene.” He mumbles under his breath, just enough for you to hear. And he flips it towards you, showing the a polaroid in his hand, and you find your naked breasts on full display.
“Toji, no-”
“All you have to do is tell me the truth.” He looks back towards you, wide grin on his face.
“I said it was mutual.” You protest, not noticing how you crawled closer to him.
“Huh, guess I’ll keep looking then.”
“No!” You shout, “I’ll tell you, Toji! Just please stop looking.” You beg, looking up to him with frustration and eyes watering.
“H-He,” You begin, leaning away from Toji, “He didn’t please me sexually.”
You look away from him, and down into your lap. Nervously, you play with your fingers. Cracking them and rubbing the center of your palm with your thumb. Just doing anything but looking into his eyes.
The room is quiet, except for the sound of the crackling fire and heavy raindrops on the window.
“Why is that?” Toji asks, this time his voice is much softer.
It wasn’t right to go into detail. This was your Ex-Boyfriends father for Christ's sake. Though, it all had just felt right to do so at the moment.
“I wanted him to be more aggressive.” You begin, lifting your head to look at him, “He treated me like a delicate little fawn. Like I was going to break even if he pinched me, pushed me, added more pressure.”
The tone of your voice changed from a struggling whine to complete annoyance.
“And I’m not some porcelain doll, I’m human.” In seconds you're already throwing your hands up, “And at first, I thought it was because he was shy and quiet, then maybe he’d eventually open up to me. But that time never came, Toji. I waited so long for it, and still, everything was so gentle with him.”
When you laid your eyes back into Tojis eyes, his face was straight. He has no emotions displayed.
“So you’re a pain slut?”
“Toji!”
“Am I wrong?” He questions you, tilting his head to the side and bringing himself down to you. He watches as you try to collect yourself. You’re in shock, but he noticed the tinge of redness on your cheekbones.
“You like it rough? You like to be hit? You like to be hurt?” He says the last words with so much bitterness, his breath fanning over your face from how close he was. No matter how much you tried to look away, to pull yourself away, you just couldn’t.
“You’re a fucking masochist.”
You don’t know what it was, but it seemed like that word may have been it. That nine letter and three syllable word. Masochist. And you fucking lost it.
You pull him in, arms around his neck and kiss him hard. At first you, he doesn’t reciprocate the favor, but then, his lips meet yours in a similar aggressiveness. You’re pulling him foward, devouring the taste of his mouth.
Soon, he follows your movements, meeting you on the floor. His arms wrap around your body. So big and strong that he lifts you, and slams you onto the floor. Your head barely misses the chimney, and back aching from the strength.
He rips away from your lips, kneeling in his knees to look at you on the floor. The orange glow of the fire reflects of your face, and your chest rises and falls intensely. His hands meet at your waist, squeezing and pulling.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He pushes your damp shirt up, exposing your belly, “You’re no delicate doll now.”
Tojis lips are on yours again, harsh and hot with fervor. He between your legs now, your knees spread wide and his body. You try to mimic his movements but he’s just too strong for you. Panting, you open your mouth, and turn your head away, Toji uses the moment to trail kisses from you jaw to your neck. His hot tongue traces small circles on your skin. Looking down, you catch his dark green orbs on yours. He flashes you a smile, then bites down on your skin.
You moan, throwing your head back and arching your back to Toji. Your hands wrap around his neck and pull him closer. Once you open your eyes, you catch a glance of a family portrait. Guilt seeping into your skin at the sight.
“I don’t think,” He’s moved lower to your collarbone, and bites down again, “Fuck, I don’t think this a good idea.”
He doesn’t stop his movements, only getting closer and closer to your cleavage. Toji looks into your eyes, then looks in your directions.
“You now realize it when I’m about to put my mouth on your tits?” He questions you.
The picture was a portrait of the two when Megumi was just and little boy and Toji a young man. You cant look away, your eyes glued to it.
“Look at me,” Tojis rough hand meets your jaw harshly, squeezing your cheeks and pulling you away to look at him, “What do you want?”
Time seems to stop when he asks you the question. What did you want? It didn’t take a lot of time for you to come to a conclusion of what you wanted. You wanted him. In you, around you, on you. You wanted Toji.
“Fuck me, Toji.” You softly say, “I want you to fuck me hard. Don’t worry about hurting me, just do it.”
He doesn’t waste time, ripping your clothes off in swift movements. And in a few moments you're laid naked in front him and his hands trails and the plains of skin all across your body. You ache for more, gyrating your hips in the slightest to gain some relief.
“Shit, you’re really fucking horny for it aren’t you?” His hand reaches the hem of your panties, playing with the small little rose of the center of them. Rapidly, he pinches the hem between his thumb and pointer and yanks them off. You hear a tear, instinctively your hands reach out to his, falling from your reach as he pulls your panties down your legs.
An intense throbbing from your cunt sends your entire body into a fierce shake. It was so apparent, that Toji took it upon himself to reach out two of fingers down towards your cunt. He rubs them along slick cunt and collects the unbelievable amount of juices you’ve leaked onto him by such a simple movement.
“Yea, so fuckin’ wet.”
You reach down, trying to get your dainty fingers on your clit to increase the pleasure but he’s fast. He catches you, and pins both your hands above your head with just one of his.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing, Slut?” His voice is nasty, and his name to address you is so vulgar. His displeasemenf with your actions drips off his tone and his face.
“You said you wanted it rough. And I’ll give you exactly that if that slutty cunt of yours can't wait.”
Fear seeps in your gut. You should stop. Megumi could home any second, catch you two in the act and not only hate you, but his own father. It wasn’t right, it was so wrong. You didn’t need anyone to tell you that except your own conscience. But, oh, how good did everything that was wrong feel so blissful. Though, not only the fear of being caught make your stomach churn, but also the capability of the man above you.
The capability of the man who was now reaching into his sweats and stroking his throbbing cock. Pulling the length out, and your eyes widen at the sight. The thick, veiny and big. The tip of it is angry, burning red, exposing you to how much he wanted to do this too.
Your wrists hurt from the heavy weight being put on them, pushing and squeezing, keeping you put. You try to wiggle them free, but it was no use. You just wanted to touch him, feel him. You bet he felt so good.
“Hey, look at me.” Toji nudges your face hard.
You look into his eyes, and somehow they darkened.
“Watch it stretch you out.”
So you do.
You watch as the thick head of his cock, teases your clit, rubbing and mixing his precum along your slick. Toji does a good job of containing everything, as you twitched at the acting and whimpered.
“Feels so good.”
“I bet it fuckin’ does.” He thrusts in without a warning. You scream, tense and squeezing him so tight. Arching you back, you try your best to calm yourself. Breath, relax, accept the hurt.
He pushed his full length into your tight cunt, and tries to deepen himself in you as much as he could. Spreading your legs wide with his free hand, he watches how furrowed your eyebrows were and how you bite your lip, then pulls out and does the same.
Toji fucks you hard. Mumbling obscenities and pulling the full length of his cock out your cunt, just to shove it back in. He fills you with that pleasurable pain with each and everyone of his thrusts.
It makes you loose your mind. You become lost in the pleasure, closing your eyes and throwing your head back. Putting on a show for him. Showing him how beautiful you can be with his cock fucking into your nice and rough.
He's restless, animalistic, pushing you up against the carpet with each thrust, and it scratches your bare body. Large huffs of air vibrate in his chest and fall past his scarred lips as groans.
“Look at me.” He growls and demands you. And despite how scary he sounded, you just couldn’t. The pit of shame in your belly grew and everything felt so good, looking him in his eyes would just worsen the feeling and make you cum too fast.
Toji didn’t like your disobedience though.
“Listen to me, Whore.” He slaps you, your eyes shooting open and moaning the loudest you ever have in your life. Below him, you twitch, and he feels you squeeze around his cock.
“Ah, fuck, you like that, huh?”
“Mhm,” You gyrate your hips to intensify your pleasure.
“Yes or no.” He punctuates each word with harsh thrusts.
“Yes, I fucking love it.”
And in one swift movement, Toji rips himself out of you to flip you over. Your legs are weak, not allowing you to hold yourself up straight so quickly. Toji has no pantience, using his own strenght to wrap his arms around your waist and lift your ass up to him.
“Yea, you like that?” He slaps your ass, watching the fat jiggle and squeezes. You jolt, arching your back from the sting and trying to gain balance on your hands, but Toji pushes you back down, You rest your head on your forearm, nails digging into the stone fireplace.
He spreads your asscheeks to watch your cunt clench around nothing, then without a warning, he shoves himself back in. You moan a long Fuck, the vertebrae down the collin of your spine protrude at the arch of your back.
The obscenities just roll of his tongue so casually and he fucks you so good you almost forget he was your Exs dad. You almost forget how old he is. You almost forget you can so easily get caught in the act.
Your elbows rub against the carpet, getting scraped and hot from the aggressiveness of Tojis hips flushed against your ass. You can't help yourself, pushing your ass back to meet his movements and feeling deeper inside you.
“Oh, you feel so good. Squeezing me nice and tight.” He laughs wickedly, one hand squeezing your hip, piercing your skin with his blunt fingernails. You feel his other hand snake down your back, and grab some hair from the scalp and pull.
You bareback meets his clothed chest, hands rambling for a hold to balance yourself. You latch into his shirt behind you, gripping it and stretching the material with your grasp.
Toji picks a leg up, and fucks into you. He pulls your head into the crook of his neck, and you feel his heavy breath all over your face. He smelled so good. Like fig and booze. It was intoxicating, making you ache all over.
You press your lips together, holding in your moan, humming in bliss instead. But he wants you out loud, it motivates him. He nudges your cheek with two fingers, but when that doesn’t work, he lays a hard slap on your face and your mouth drops open in a moan.
“Suck.” Two fingers dig into you mouth, you instinctively gag. Toji feels your cunt tighten around him again. He rubs your tongue, and you wrap your lips around two thick fingers. Tasting what you believed to be the flavor of whiskey left on his skin. He pulls them out, watches the drool spill out your lips, and drop onto the floor.
His thrusts haven’t stopped, he keeps going. His cock hitting the deepest places in your body, pushing you closer and closer to an orgasm. You feel his finger trail down your navel, onto your cunt and rubs your clit. To that, you tug his shirt and pull him closer to your back.
Just when you thought you couldn’t feel better, when you thought you’d finally reached the peak of your pleasure. Toji wraps his arm around your neck, and places you in a choke hold. The sudden constriction on your neck was absolutely delightful.
You two drop down, his body tight against yours while you did your best to not fall over. He keeps ahold on your neck, making your wheeze and listen to his animalistic grunts. His cock hits your cervix, and your orgasm begins to build up faster.
“Toji, Im gonna-” You say through wheezing breaths, trying your best to speak.
“I know.” His voice is hoarse and addicting.
It hits you hard, and your squeezing around him in moments. Gushing, moaning, rutting. You didn’t know you could turn into this type of person, this side of you was foreign.
“Fuckin’ hell, you dirty, dirty, girl.”
Toji isn’t far back either, his cock pulsing inside your sensitive walls. He’s loud. He’s saying so much, but your come down was so intense, you couldn’t dechipher his words.
“Mm, fuck.” Toji pulls out, hot, white cum spilling on your ass. Your cunt squeezing and the feeling of it dripping down.
This was a feeling you’d never forget. A feeling you’d want to relive every single day. One you’d become so easily addicted to, and not ever recover from it. You fear what would come of this experience. Your cravings and desires will just increase from now on. Your craving and desires for Toji will never disappear.
There was a thought they’d follow you forever. Haunt you, chase you down and eat you alive. You wouldn’t fight it. You wouldn’t even go as much as to try to. Because it felt so fucking good.
Actually, no, I try to be waay less of a discourse blog because of anxiety (and it’s not really my interest, anyways), but if you’re low supports needs or high functioning and you actively look down on the lower functioning individuals in your community; then, fuck you. Why is it that every low functioning person I know can name multiple shitty experiences where they were looked down on, ignored, and spoken over by other people in their community for being low functioning? I hate this being treated as a non-issue when it’s very much an issue. I am not less valuable for being low functioning! Acknowledging issues my disorder or disability gives me doesn’t mean I have to be “ashamed” of being disabled! I’m not gross, or embarrassing, or less desirable because I’m low functioning! Fuck you. Stop speaking over us, stop looking down on us, stop ignoring us. We’re part of your community too!
If you’re mid-high supports needs, or mid-low functioning, please know I love you so, so much. Your experiences and opinions matter just as much as anyone else. You’re not less valuable as a person for how you function, or the support you need.
It’s 5:51am (but I’m scheduling this for 4am next week) and I haven’t slept take this:
Ok I’ve kept this bottled up for SO. LONG. Because I have nowhere to say this.
(Warning in advance: this is entirely satirical, I literally can’t drink coffee lol.)
(TW: I am very aggressive toward whoever is reading, swearing, Chris slander).
I have a headcanon that Mclean-Brand products aren’t actually all that bad. Specifically, Mclean-Brand Instant Coffee™. Chris is just a wuss.
Hear me out,
The only time we see someone actually drink and react to Mclean-Brand Instant Coffee™, it’s Chris in S4:E8 The Treasure Island of Dr. McLean. He’s promoting the coffee, takes one sip and spits it out.
“Void!” I hear you call, “Surely you and I both know Chris is a man of quality! The coffee must be bad for him to spit it out! That’s how spitting things out work!”
Hush, my sweet summer child. I am getting to it.
“Void! It makes the fish throw up when he tips it iin the water!”
It’s a fucking fish what do you expect? My stomach lining literally disintegrates every time I drink coffee, and that fish has never had it before. Coffee’s hard on the organs, guys!
Anyway,
Instant Coffee is notoriously bad already, but if we ignore that - what is Chris’s one issue with the coffee? He spits it and claims it’s “bitter.”
Coffee is bitter. That’s the point. That’s the defining thing. That’s what coffee is.
Chris thinking the coffee is gross because it’s bitter is just like if I were to spit out water because it’s wet. That’s the whole point.
Instead, I think Chris just really can’t handle coffee.
To support this statement, I point you towards S3:E4 Anything Yukon Do, I Can Do Better. In this episode, Sierra mentions that Chris’s second favourite drink (only to tomato juice) is: Cocoa.
We all know that “enjoying cocoa” is just code for “I’m too much of a pansy to handle real coffee because I never grew out of having a sweet tooth and also I am a baby waa.” This is very much in-line with CHris being a childish asshole. I feel like i don’t need to source that, just watch the show.
“Void!!” I hear you call, “In S1:E3, Chris is shown holding a coffee and Gwen references the grinds!”
WRONG. Well, no. Factually, that is entirely correct. But when, pray tell, does Chris confirm that the drink is coffee? Hm? Did you assume it was coffee because there was a bean on the cup? Did you assume it was coffee because Gwen says rinds? Gwen is fucking delusional. Gwen has been awake for 85 hours at that point. She tried to eat fictional coffee rinds. Don’t trust Gwen.
And I worked at a cafe for ages and every single hot chocolate I ordered aggressively handed to OTHER people (not to myself) had coffee beans on the front bc that was just the design of our cups, guys. They cater to the majority of alphas who drink coffee and not losers who drink hot chocolate.
“B-B-But Void!” would you stop that? “at some point in TDA, Chris orders a vanilla latte or something” yeah well maybe you should check your source better.
Kidding, that’s on me for being lazy. My argument for you there is that it’s still sweetened. He’s trying to wean himself off of baby drink hot chocolate but it still has to be a vanilla (or maybe it was caramel, even) latte. It can’t just be straight up coffee like real men drink like me (certified real man) and because will and uh Chris is a piss baby argue with a wall buy Mclean-Brand Instant Coffee™ goodnight.
