OP Men As Dads Part 3

ELLIOTT!!

i have all but one hc that's already pretty canon, but i think some of the only times elliott really breaks out of his character is when his hair is threatened (at least, it's the easiest way to get a bigger reaction out of him lol)

one last stardew post before i take a lil hiatus to work on school :,)) animation things

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this is one of the clips i edited that i mentioned in my last post the edit is trash so im not posting that LMAO. thank me for feeding all of yall starving Barto stans. Game: One Piece Fighting Path (unfortunately it's only available in China for now, might have to download apk or get vpn 💔)

the way hes checking himself out in the reflection of his barrier is sending meeee 😭 he knows he's HANDSOME. (all budget was spent on this 8 second animation btw cos i think i am unwell)

Fem katakuri [drool]

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➤ summary: Your devoted husband really wants to have a baby with you, so he figures out a solution to your size difference. (18+)

➤ pairing: charlotte katakuri x afab!reader

➤ word count: 2.2k

➤ warnings: extreme size kink, breeding kink, belly bulge, age difference (reader is mid-20s), cumplay, titjob, creative use of mochi, established relationship, fluff, 'wife' for reader

➤ notes: katakuri’s height is biblically accurate and i did very questionable math to figure out his dick size.... this is literally so nasty but silly donut man is definitely a freak <3

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

Months after your wedding, your husband marched into your shared bedroom, arms crossed and face buried in his scarf, and stated, “Mama wants us to have a baby.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. If Big Mom really wanted little Katakuris running around, she should’ve considered your physical incompatibility before arranging your marriage. He was practically double your age and triple your height. Plus, the Emperor typically prioritized babies from her weaker children – Oven, Daifuku, and Perospero all remained childless, and her second son’s bounty spoke for itself. She occasionally made lighthearted comments to you about wanting a grandchild, but it sounded more like a fantasy than a demand.

As a thick silence settled between you, Katakuri became increasingly flustered. A lightbulb went off in your head and a knowing smile spread across your face. The tips of his ears turned red as he finally admitted, “Okay, I want a baby.”

Oh, he was precious. “And I would love to have one with you, honey, but I don’t know how. Your dick just can’t fit.”

Everything about Katakuri was enormous, and his cock was no exception. At full hardness, it measured at least eighteen inches – nearly the size of your entire torso. He understandably had a hard time finding sexual partners previously, and poor Katakuri was almost more nervous about showing you his dick than his fangs. Lucky for him, you didn’t scare easily.

As an average-sized human, your body was certainly too small to take it, but your sex life was absolutely thriving. Your husband worshiped every inch of you, and eating your pussy as ferociously as Mama during a hunger pang became as routine as his meriendas. And anything you could do with his cock turned him on – your dedication to pleasing him was enough to make him lightheaded. 

He’d even started training you to take his gigantic length. Katakuri replicated his dick into a mochi dildo with a donut-shaped base, then fucked you slow and deep to let you adjust to its size. The dildos got bigger and bigger, and you had already made some progress in loosening your hole. Neither of you cared if nothing ever came of it – it was intimate, fun, and incredibly sexy. 

“I came up with a solution,” Katakuri muttered shyly. “I… I think you’ll like it.”

“So mysterious,” you giggled, though you expected nothing less from him. Shifting your position to emphasize your skimpy lounge outfit as you spread your legs enticingly. “Alright, get in here.”

Your husband crossed the room with two thundering footsteps, draped his feathery scarf over a chair, then carefully removed his spurred boots. Two intimidating accessories stripped away barely affected his menacing appearance, but to you, it revealed the gentle giant underneath. Katakuri’s knees sunk into the huge mattress yet he still towered over you, a mix of adoration and hunger burning in his dark eyes. 

He easily flipped your positions so you rested on top of his bare chest. Always overly careful with your small frame and wanting to eliminate the risk of harming you, which usually resulted in him underneath you. The man who supposedly never lied on his back cared more about your safety than his outward image of perfection. He adored his pretty wife, his tiny wife. Blood rushed to his dick when he noticed that your toes barely reached his hips in this position.

You cupped his jaw and kissed him passionately, running your fingers through his cropped hair. The taste of sugary strawberry frosting overwhelmed your tastebuds as his broad tongue penetrated your mouth, though he was cautious about keeping his teeth away from your delicate skin. Sensing his hesitation, you broke the kiss to lick along one of his protruding fangs seductively.

“Such a gorgeous little thing,” he murmured reverently before pressing his lips against yours again. “How did I end up with someone as perfect as you?”

“Mama has good taste,” you shrugged with a grin. Katakuri undid his skull-shaped belt buckle and slid out of his tight leather pants, not missing the way you subtly rolled your pelvis against his solid abs. He was incredibly disciplined but he adored your impatience – everything about you was so fucking cute. 

“Jerk me off,” he grumbled against your lips. Straightforward as always, but never intentionally harsh or commanding with you. Katakuri lovingly rubbed the top of your head with his huge hand then brought it down on your ass with a light smack. 

You squealed and gave him one final peck on the lips before stripping, carelessly throwing your clothes onto the floor. Dark eyes admired your naked form as you crawled down his body, playfully tracing the vertical lines of his tattoo, then slid down the elastic waistband of his donut-print underwear. Even at half-hardness, his cock was big enough to split you in two. You straddled his hips and settled your bare core atop his heavy balls.

Katakuri licked his lips at the lewd sight of you wrapping your tiny hands around his dick – your fingertips couldn’t even touch. Spitting on the mushroom head as a meaningless attempt at lubrication, you firmly stroked your palms up and down his massive length. He willed his hips to stay still and let you set the pace, though it was relatively hard to control his animalistic instincts in bed with you. Your tongue darted out to kitten-lick his slit, fingers trailing along his cock’s more prominent veins. 

“That’s it, sweetheart, get me nice and hard. Show me how much you want my cum deep in your womb.” His words went straight to your cunt, and you relieved the ache by grinding down on his testicles. Katakuri cursed under his breath and watched you open your jaw as wide as possible to suckle on the head of his dick. His salty precum had a slight mochi aftertaste – the sticky substance permeated every bit of his body, and the flavor was strangely addicting. 

You noticed your husband eyeing your breasts, their softness squished against his cock and hard nipples massaging the sensitive skin. Even more blood rushed south when he pictured them swollen with delicious milk. He knew he wouldn’t be able to resist sucking them dry as an additional afternoon snack. With a mischievous smirk, you situated his giant length between your tits and pressed them together for good measure. Katakuri’s cock jerked against you, smearing a hefty load of precum on your cheek.

“You like it when I give you a titjob, huh? Do my boobs feel good wrapped around your dick?” He nodded as if he was in a trance. “Dirty old man,” you chuckled, turning his cheeks an adorable shade of red.

Katakuri never admitted this to you, but he sometimes imagined using you as his own little toy. The most fucked up version of it involved using you as a fleshlight, your body stretching like dough around him as he speared his dick inside your tiny cunt. Seeing how deep it could go, then lifting you up his length and trying again. 

However, that was obviously unrealistic, so he usually imagined you exactly as you were now. Warm skin flush against him, dick nestled between your arms and tits as he used your body to jerk himself off. Maybe that did make him a dirty old pervert, but he had a feeling you’d be willing to try it. 

That dirty fantasy, paired with your debauched expression and your hot cunt moving against his balls, almost pushed him into dangerous territory. But no, he needed to save his cum for something much more important. Katakuri grabbed your thighs and flipped your positions again, hovering over you with lust-blown eyes. 

He growled at the sight of your drenched pussy. “This all for me?” His thick thumb parted your folds to collect your slick, then he stuck the digit in his mouth and slurped happily. “Mmm, so sweet, I could get addicted to this.” As if he wasn’t already. “Can I have more?”

You giggled. “You can have whatever you want, Kata. No need to be so nervous.”

“Don’t wanna break you,” he mumbled breathlessly but didn’t give you a chance to respond. He dove between your legs, his impressive tongue easily splitting your cunt apart and making your eyes roll back into your skull. 

“K-Kata… holy fuck.” Your thighs shook around his head as your brain quickly dissolved into mush. “Harder, ahh, please…” 

Your husband eagerly complied, holding your thighs wide open and prodding his wet muscle even deeper inside you. He was already drunk off your juices and your pussy continued to gush around his tongue. When he found the spot that made your back arch off the bed, he licked over it incessantly, pulling away for only a moment to lap at your neglected clit. 

A sharp fang brushed against the delicate flesh of your inner thigh and made you flinch, but you just grabbed his hair and kept him pressed against your cunt. You would gladly take even the harshest teeth marks if it meant he kept eating you out like that. 

Katakuri restrained himself from going any further when he noticed the telltale signs of your orgasm. “Ready?” He asked, his chin completely soaked in your juices. You nodded eagerly despite not knowing what you were consenting to. You trusted your sweet husband to treat you well – and you wanted a baby just as much as he did.

He sat back on his haunches, clutching your thigh in one massive hand and grabbing the base of his cock with the other. Tilting your bottom half slightly upwards until his dick was aligned with your cunt. For a terrifying yet exhilarating moment, you honestly thought he was going to push it inside. 

“Hold yourself open for me.” Oh. That was his plan. You gladly used both hands to spread your pussy lips wide, your fluttering hole completely visible and begging to be filled by him. Katakuri began roughly jerking off, pretty eyes laser-focused on your cunt as he grunted quietly. He pressed the flushed red tip of his cock against your hole, which was already straining from the tiniest bit of pressure.

“Fill me up, honey,” you whimpered with a blissed-out grin. “Prove that you want to be a father.”

Your husband came with a deep moan as if on command, emptying his balls and spraying copious amounts of thick, creamy cum across your skin. Some of it miraculously made it into your spread hole and trickled deep inside your soaked cunt. The rest overflowed onto your thighs and tummy, globs dripping down the crack of your ass and onto the sheets below. 

Without wasting a moment, Katakuri gathered up some stray cum with two fingers and plunged them into your cunt. You nearly screamed from the sudden intrusion – his digits alone were bigger than any of your past partners’ cocks, and so much better. He repeated the perverted process until nearly every drop was shoved inside your pretty pussy. But he didn’t stop there. An obscene squelching noise echoed throughout the room as he scissored around the pool of his hot semen. Your stomach was stuffed so full of cum that it bulged out into a pretty bump.

“So fucking full. Imagine what you’ll look like pregnant – fuck, I’d get to see this every day.” He practically drooled at the visible outline of his fingers thrusting in and out. Your tiny little body worked so hard to accommodate his size and you loved every second of it. “My sweet cream-filled donut, I could eat you right up.”

You wanted to laugh at his endearing ridiculousness – his adorable love of sweets even found its way into dirty talk. But all air was knocked out of your lungs when he prodded at your cervix, literally trying to shove his cum inside the miniscule opening. He lifted you off the bed by your leg even more, willing gravity to assist the semen flowing inside you.

Katakuri continued to finger-fuck you with calculated thrusts, but when his teeth sunk into your thigh – hard enough to break the skin but not enough to bleed – you finally hit your peak. You shrieked loud enough for all of Totto Land to hear, making it known that your seventeen-foot tall husband likely just fucked triplets into you. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth and you almost blacked out, but Katakuri kept you grounded in reality with gentle kisses on your cheeks and forehead, holding your hand and willing your heartbeat to slow down. 

After a few minutes and constant reassurance that you did a great job for him, Katakuri pulled his fingers out and quickly replaced them with a small plug made of mochi. Just to make sure everything stayed inside you (and because he could stare at your stomach bulge for hours).

“Do you think it’ll work?” You panted quietly, eyes fluttering shut with absolute bliss. “Use your Haki. Will I be all swollen with your baby soon?”

“I can’t see that far into the future,” Katakuri smiled, heart overflowing with love for you. “So let’s keep trying until it does.”

💜 Purple 💜 would like to humbly request that part 2 of daredevil BUT AT YOUR LEISURE PLS DONT RUSH FOR ME! I just hear about requests getting eaten so I’m always like “did it end up in the void?” “Did I actually remember to hit send?” So if this is doubled up I’m sorry just ignore this 😵‍💫 hope you are having a good day!

It's settled, I'm turning this into a series. I have way to many plot ideas to not.

DAREDEVIL

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Pt: 1

Summary: Reader and the turtles make their way to where the Fist is hiding out. Hopefully, Reader'll be able to gain more information about Fist's plan...

Warnings: Badly written fight sequences: violence: Maybe some mild swearing.

Requested: Yep!

GN Reader!

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"Alright, rule number one: Avoid their stun guns. Fist doesn't play honorably, very rarely they'll show you mercy."

You were giving your new allies a rundown of Fist. They knew the Foot Clan, but even though the two were allied, they were far from similar.

The Fist were even more ruthless than the Foot. They fought like animals, the type to throw sand in your eye, or murder you where you slept. The Fist would gut a child with no remorse.

Anything for their cause.

You had already explained that to the boys, they seemed to take it very lightly, however.

Leo chuckled, "Don't worry, we'll be fine. We aren't new to this you know."

You sighed, "Well you might as well be! The Fist Clan will do anything to win a fight. If they have to kill themselves to kill you, they fucking will."

You felt the air grow tense due to your tone, you hadn't wanted to be harsh on them, you could tell they were younger than you, but the last thing you wanted was to find their family to explain that their own confidence had gotten one of them killed.

"Listen." You said, looking out at your target, "You need to understand something. I have seen the Fist Clan do such horrible things, they can't even be spoken of. You need to take my words seriously. This is not a joke. Now I don't know what you boys have done in the past, I can't say I've faced the things you have. But please, take the Fist seriously, because if you don't, you won't make it home for dinner."

The rooftop remained silence for afew moments, you could feel the boys looking at each other, as though they were processing your words.

"Ok." Leo said, "Ok, we'll follow your lead this time. Tell us what you know."

You let out a sigh of relief as you turned back around, "How good are you guys at stealth?"

"Stealth? Dude/tte, we are stealth! We live in the shadows, we are the shadows; the shadows- OW!"

"Will you shut up?" Raph growled at his younger brother, "But yeah, we're ninjas, we were trained for stealth."

You smirked, "Good. Follow my lead. Do not engage unless absolutely necessary. This is a recon mission only. Am I understood?"

"Hai."

"Yeah."

"Sure thing, (Name)!

"...whatever."

"Alright. Follow me."

You leapt over the rooftops, landing quietly on the warehouse, four soft thumps behind you. You lifted the old skylight, dropping down onto the steel beams below as the sound of talking filled your ears.

"-Bradford should have contacted us by now. Something is not right, Saki."

"When I get my hands on the fool, he will regret his incompitance."

You heard a sharp gasp behind you, and you spun to face the four brothers, holding a finger to your lips.

You then held up your hand, motioning for them to stay were they currently were. You moved silently along the beam, attempting to get closer to where the Shredder and Sato Ryū were stood watching over their men.

Ryū was the leader of the Fist Clan, and the enemy of your father and sensei. Ryū is the reason you lost your sight 5 years ago when you were 12. Thankfully your father was there to protect you from a worse fate than blindness.

"When Project Merger is finished, we won't have to worry about Hamato Yoshi, or Nakamura Haru." Shredder said.

Your eyes widened, Hamato Yoshi? Uncle's alive? How could that be? He dissappeared 15 years ago. But what is this Project Merger?

You crouched low, listening intently.

"The shipment should be arriving next week." Ryū stated.

"Good." Shredder said, "When that arrives, we can begin."

Before you could hear anything else, a loud metalic ding! sounded further along the beam. You whipped your head around to face the young ninjas that accompanied you. You glared at them, standing to rush back the way you came, dragging the boys up as you ran along the beam.

"Baka! Damare tte ittadaro!" You scowled, lifting open the skylight.

"Wait, you speak Japanese?" Donnie asked as you pushed the four up onto the roof.

"That's what you're focusing on? Fucking run you fools!"

Raph scowled, "Why run? We can take 'em."

You grabbed his shoulders, shoving him foreward, "Move your shell!"

"How do you-"

"Uh, we better listen to them bros." Mikey said, "Those guns look really dangerous."

"Fuck."

You slammed your foot into the warehouse roof, causing a slab of the worn metal to come loose and shoot up into your hand as you held it up like a shield. The force of the stun gun caused you to fly backwards towards the edge of the roof.

You felt the ground leave your feet, but before gravity could take hold, the chain of a kusarigama wrapped around your waist.

"I got you, dude/tte!"

Mikey swung you up and onto an opposing rooftop, him and his brothers joining you and the five of you booking it away from the warehouse.

Ryū's laugh followed you through the night, his voice taunting, "You can't run forever, nezumi! I'll take your tounge just as I took your eyes!"

The five of you ran for almost a full half hour, finally stopping in a hidden alleyway. You were breathing heavily, and cursing silently under your breath.

"Idiots. What did I say? Be silent. Silent. We could have died! This isn't a joke!" You scolded them, kicking a trash can.

Donnie spoke up for his brothers, "We didn't mean to alert them, accidents happen-"

"I was so close!" you shouted, "Kuso yarō! I almost figured it out."

You sighed, taking a deep breath, trying to calm your breathing, "It's fine." you muttered, "It's fine. Temper, temper take a breath. Listen. I get it. You screwed up, but we have bigger problems. Like whatever Project Merger is. I need to find someone, someone I know can help. Someone I thought was dead."

"Who?" Leo asked, "We can help you find them. It's the least we can do after jepordizing your mission."

You turned to face them, arms crossed, "I need to find my uncle, Hamato Yoshi."

Silence. All you heard was silence. They were shocked, good. That means they knew the name.

"You know of him then?" you asked, tilting your head.

"Know him? Dude/tte, he's our dad!"

Woah. Wait what? Hold on. Now you were shocked. Dad?

"Hamato Yoshi, is your dad?" you repeated slowly.

Leonardo began to pace back and forth, "Yeah. Wait, what's your last name?"

"My full name is, Nakamura (Name). My father is Nakamura Haru."

"Oh! We know him! Sensei's mention him before!" Donatello exclaimed.

Your head shot up excitedly, "Take me too him."

"Huh?" Raph said.

"Take me to see your father."

Raph scowled, "No way! How do we know they can be trusted?"

"Raph, they're the child of Sensei's best friend. I highly doubt they're untrust worthy."

You turned to face Raph, looking at him directly in the eyes, even though you could not see, "Please, Raphael." you begged, "Take me to see your father. Take me to see my uncle."

You could feel him study you for a moment, his eyes searching your face.

"Fine." he said, "Let's just go home."

You smiled widely. Following the four as they led you over to the nearest manhole cover.

"I- uh, I hope you don't mind strong smells."

"Oh, boy."

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I know I said I wasn't going to be very active, and that's still very true, I just needed to take my mind off things for a moment; and writing is how I do that. So since I've been having trouble sleeping lately, I decided to busy myself by finishing some drafts.

Love ya'll, and thank you so much for the kindness.

Translations:

Baka! Damare tte ittadaro!: Fool! shut up and go!

Kuso Yarō: Son of a bitch!

nezumi: Mouse

lmao Rise! Leo best Leo.

I have so many tmnt comics in my drafts…

Based on turtles gently slappin' their mate's face as a form of "flirting" u___u