sometimes i need someone to slap me in the face

hit me baby, one more time?

word count: 2.5k

summary: dan calls himself daddy, and phil finds out dan has a pain kink

warnings: blood, degradation, pain kink, ddlb, swearing just general kinky shit

a/n: this is probably shit but oh well

“yes! daddy wins! daddy’s the best!” dan giggled as that round ended.

“stop calling yourself daddy it’s weird!” phil said jokingly as they continued the game. after the game ended, and they shut off the camera, phil turned to dan with a soft smirk on his face.

“really dan? daddy? a little bit of a stretch for you, don’t you think?” he asked as he settled a hand on dans thigh, squeezing gently.

“yeah i was just immersed in the game phil it was nothing!” dan replied nervously, his cock twitching from phil’s hand on his leg.

phil nodded. “good, because we both know who’s daddy here, don’t we baby boy?”

dan whimpered and bit his lip, trying to contain himself. phil stood up and placed his hands on each of dans armrests, looking at dan sharply. “ i asked you a question, so answer me properly.”

“well, i don’t know, i think that i could probably dom you,” dan mused.

“oh really? that’s a good joke, dan,” phil scoffed.

“i mean, you’re not even that good of a dom anyways, you barely even make me hard sometimes,” dan stated.

phil furrowed his brows. “i know you like it. stop lying.”

“oh i’m not lying. maybe i just need to find someone else. someone who can actually dom me well. you can barely even control me.” dan examined his nails nonchalantly. “i mean, you’re a bit of a wimp.”

phil growled low in his throat, bringing his hand back and slapping dan across the face, the contact creating a loud sound that reverberated throughout their office.

phil widened his eyes in horror. “oh god dan i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to, it was an accident!”

dan groaned at the impact, a harsh red already blooming on his cheek. “more,” he said breathily.

phil gasped. “jesus, dan, you kinky shit.”

“please, phil, just hit me again,” dan asked.

“um, okay,” phil complied and brought his hand down again, creating the same result as last time: a loud, low moan from dan.

“oh you like that, don’t you?” phil asked, his mind beginning to become more and more dominant. “you just wanted to get a rise out of me so i would hit you didn’t you?”

dan nodded. “i’ve wanted you to hit me for so long, slap me, punch me, whip me, please!”

phil found it almost scarily easy to become so dominant, so aggressive. he just couldn’t help it. dan was looking up at him with those pretty brown eyes of his, and all phil wanted to do was fucking ruin his innocent demeanor.

“oh my god dan you’re such a little slut. you’re already hard,” phil trailed his hand up his thigh and brushed his fingers lightly against dan’s bulge, making his breath hitch. “i barely even hit you, but all you want is more.”

“hit me, daddy. please mark me up, make me bleed,” dan whined. there was nothing that he loved more than phil hitting him. he wanted phil to find his dom headspace, where all of his energy was focused on using and abusing dan. he couldn’t get enough of it; the pain felt so, so good. the crack of the belt against his skin, the sting of the paddle, the pull of the clamps, all of it. he had gotten off in the shower many times to the thought of phil hitting him til bruises bloomed on his flesh and blood speckled his skin.

“oh baby, you’re going to love what’s coming.” phil trailed his finger down the milky expanse of dan’s neck, down over his collarbone, chest, and stomach, imagining how beautifully the dark bruises and scarlet blood would contrast against his pale skin.

dan whimpered. “sir please. i know you want to hit me, leave marks everywhere. abuse me. please?” he asked, looking up through his eyelashes at phil, trying to convince him. he needed this so badly. he and phil had lovely sex all the time, but lately it was just sweet, vanilla stuff with whispered “i love you’s” and soft sounds, and dan was craving more. he wanted, no, needed, this, needed to be put in his place by phil, by his master.

phil stood up. “downstairs. my room. clothes off, against the wall. now.”

dan nodded excitedly and lifted himself out of his chair, but phil put his hand around dans neck and squeezed roughly and pushed him back down. “i swear to fucking god, if you touch yourself, i will flog you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

dan made a soft sound in his throat and choked out a “yes sir” with what little breath he had left.

“good boy. now go.”

dan immediately shot up and scampered downstairs, phil’s eyes following his sweet little baby’s ass as he left the room.

dan raced downstairs and entered phils room, quickly stripping and standing with his front towards the wall, his legs spread apart and his hands on the wall above his head, his chest rising and falling quickly in anticipation. a few minutes later he heard footsteps entering the room along with the sound of something else, possibly metallic.

“wow you finally managed to be a good little whore, i’m surprised,” phil said.

dan nodded, and turned his head to the side in hopes of seeing what phil had brought in, but he instead received and harsh slap on his ass, making dan rock forward and then push back for more.

“princess, be patient or ill just leave you like this, hard and pathetic,” phil growled in dan’s ear, turning him around away from the wall. dan looked slightly confused, as phil had told him to be at the wall, but didn’t have much time to think as phil’s fist came sailing towards his jaw. the impact made dan’s teeth clack together and he stumbled onto the ground from the surprise.

“yes sir, sorry sir,” dan replied, bringing his hand up to cup his jaw.

“get the fuck up, you stupid whore,” phil growled, pushing his hand into dan’s hair and yanking him up by his brown locks.

dan winced as phil pulled his hair, and scrambled to his feet.

“get in position you bitch, now.”

dan turned around and spread his legs again, straightening his posture and breathing in deep.

then he opened his mouth in a scream as he felt a sharp metal object hit the skin of his back.

“you answer me loud and clear or else i’ll gag you okay? here are the rules. since i am such a nice master, i’m giving you the pain you so desperately hope for. i will be using two objects to hit you, the first the leather part of the belt, the second is the buckle of the belt. i will be giving you twenty of the first and five of the second, and then fuck you if i feel like you deserve it. you will stay in this position until i say so. if you fall or move, i’ll not let you come for a month, got it?” phil asked.

“yes daddy,” dan answered, biting his lip in anticipation.

“color, baby?” phil inquired, suddenly turning soft and loving, making sure he did in fact have the okay from dan.

“green, daddy, please just get on with it!” dan whined, arching his back.

phil answered with a sharp slap to dan’s ass, jumping back into his dominant headspace, and slammed dan’s head into the wall. “don’t fucking tell me what to do.”

dan groaned and then smiled as he felt blood start to drip from his nose and down onto his chest. he was so hard already it hurt and his cock was blurting precome onto the floor.

“now, i’m going to fit you with a ball gag so the neighbors won’t hear your slutty moans okay?” phil growled.

“yes daddy.”

phil went over to his pile of toys and picked out the gag, which had a nice black strap and a bright red ball in the middle, and brought it over to dan. “look at me.”

dan turned his head towards phil, meeting his bright blue eyes that were filled with lust. phil leaned in and pressed his mouth to dan’s, kissing him roughly right from the start. their mouths melded together, teeth clacking and lips bruising. phil swiped his tongue on dan’s soft bottom lip and dan immediately opened, a soft whine erupting low in his throat. suddenly, phil pulled back and slapped him roughly again, making dan pant even harder. phil pushed the ball in between dan’s pretty pink lips and pulled the strap around his head, pulling it tight.


dan nodded, and phil pressed a soft kiss to dans nose, then turned away and grabbed the brown leather belt from his dresser.

“you ready, whore?” phil asked dan, as he took his place behind him.

dan nodded and moaned low in his throat, trying to say ‘please’ but only managed to let out a garbled plea.

phil smirked and wrapped the belt around his hand for a better grip, then pulled his arm back and whipped it forward, the leather hitting dan’s pale back, forcing a shriek from dans mouth. phil grinned sadistically at the bright pink mark that was already forming on dan’s back.

every hit that phil delivered made dan’s muscles tighten up and a small moan leave his mouth, but not once did he move from his position. phil was on the last hit with the leather, and this one was the hardest, the sound of the belt hitting skin was deliciously loud and dan’s muffled moans were even better.

phil stepped back and looked at his handiwork, dan’s back scored with red marks, some had purple bruises beginning to form on the outside. dan’s breathing was heavy and ragged and his cock was constantly dripping precome now.

dan could feel his hot breath bounce off the wall and the pain dancing up and down his back was warm and stinging.

the belt buckle was a relatively new torture weapon to dan, and completely new to phil. back then, with dan’s previous partner, he was scared of the metal, the blood it pulled out, the way it stung for days afterwards. but now? now he wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything, besides of course phil’s cock.

dan turned his head to the side and tried to say something, but his effort was unsuccessful.

“what was that, slut?” phil asked, walking to dan and facing him. dan tried once again to speak, but it came out muffled and incoherent. phil tugged the ball gag down and gripped dan’s chin. “what is it, whore?”

“d-daddy,” dan stammered, his voice shaky, “feels so good, want to bruise, want to bleed, please daddy more, more, want your cock too, i’m so hard, please!”

phil chuckled. “so impatient, so greedy. beg for it, you fucking cockslut.”

“daddy oh god please hit me more twenty isn’t enough! i want more, please. ruin me, mark me, abuse me, i need it! i want it, please sir,” dan begged, his voice dripping with desperation, his only thought was the metal glinting at the end of the belt still wrapped around phil’s hand.

phil sighed. “disappointing, thought you could do better. guess you just are a dumb whore.”

he stepped back and flipped the belt around so that the metal was dragging on the ground. phil had never been so aroused in his entire life, looking at his little cockslut in front of him, wrecked. but not wrecked enough, phil thought.

dan didn’t feel or hear anything for a feel seconds and was concerned that phil had left, when he felt the metal connecting with his skin. his mouth opened in a scream, the cold buckle pulling away before he could catch his breath. the pain shot through his body and his knees buckled, his head dipping low between his shoulders.

“ah, ah, remember whore, if you don’t stay in position you will get a punishment, and not one that your slutty little body will enjoy.” phil reprimanded, pulling the buckle back to him to prepare for another shot.

the buckle hit dan’s back again and another moan/scream ripped from his throat. he felt the warm blood from the harsh hit run down his back and he moaned again loudly despite the gag.

phil once again approached dan and pulled down the gag, whispering in his ear. “i want to hear your loud, whorish moans as i hit you, okay?”

“yes sir,” dan groaned, finally able to talk.

“good boy, such a good, slutty, princess for me.”

dan whined at the praise and arched his back, asking phil silently to hit him again.

phil grinned and complied, making the metal kiss dan’s skin again, and dan tipped his head back and screamed, the pain feeling better than any vibrator or other toy he had ever felt.

again and again the metal hit dans skin, and again and again dan screamed and moaned until his voice was hoarse. the last hit again was the worst, phil bringing down the buckle harder than ever before, opening up a bright red gash on dans back, blood pressing to the surface instantly. dan came instantly as the metal hit, unable to hold it in any longer, the pain just felt so overwhelmingly good.

phil looked at dan, his back painted with bright reds and purples and cum dripping slowly down his leg, and phil had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. it was his first time abusing dan like that, and phil loved it more than he cared to admit.

phil’s study was broken by a low whine from dan who was still in position and phil rushed to his side.

“don’t worry baby, it’s okay you did so good, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” phil asked gently, turning dan to face him.

dan’s face was a mess of tears and a bit of blood from his nose, and he looked absolutely exhausted. he still was breathing heavily and he looked up at phil with half-lidded eyes. “hurts,” he said softly.

“c'mere, love, can you make it to the bathroom?” phil asked gently, placing his hands on both sides of dans face.

dan nodded sleepily, his eyes drifting close as phil wraps his arm around his waist.

“i’m sorry baby, you have to stay awake just a bit more so we can get you taken care of, okay?” phil said, looking at dan to make sure he opened his eyes.

dan simply nodded again and they made their way slowly to the bathroom. when they got there, phil sat dan on the closed toilet seat while he began to fill the tub with water, not adding any bath bombs or bubbles as it might sting dan’s back. every so often he would turn around to make sure dan stayed awake, and to his credit, dan was trying.

phil stood from his position kneeling by the tub and went to leave, but he heard dan whine and turned around to see him making grabby hands at phil.

“i’ll be right back love. i have to go get some stuff for your back okay?” phil asked him.

“okay,” dan replied, all his energy spent.

phil smiles and kisses his curly hair before turning again and exiting the room.

he came back with some pain medication, salve, and gel to sterilize and soothe the marks. he set them on the counter and went over to dan to pick him up and help him to the bath. as dan sunk into the steamy water, he winced at the burn.

“do you want me to stay out here, princess?”

“yes daddy,” dan said quietly, but reached his hand out to phil, who grabbed it and began stroking his arm lightly.

“daddy?” dans soft voice carried to phil.

“yes, darling?”

“can we do that again?”

this is a lot longer than i thought it would be? also constructive criticism is always welcome as i’m new to writing

sentinelbae  asked:

Hey there, I love your stuff n' fluff, but could you do a companions react to being dared to "Slap her" F!SS.. Like the video maybe.. If not thanks tho, ily✌

Hey and Thank you! Please enjoy! <3

Companions are dared to Slap F!Sole (From the video “Slap her”)

Cait: “What do ya say Sole? Ya think you can take it?”

Codsworth: “Oh! Excuse me! I’ll never hurt my master!”

Curie: “No no no! There is no need for violence!”

Danse: “Negative. I am protecting that woman, not hurting her.”

Deacon: “Sureee, anything else while you’re at it? Want me to stab her in the back too, I’m taking requests!”

Dogmeat: Dogmeat would never hurt her, not even by mistake!

Hancock: “Forget it.”

Macready: “I don’t know how they do stuff where you come from, but I’m not hurting that woman.”

Nick: “I won’t just slap someone I respect, Sorry”

Piper: “As much as she needs a good slap on the face sometimes, I don’t want to do it…”

Preston: “Uh, I think I’m gonna pass…”


X6-88: “I don’t take orders from you”

Maxson: “How dare you. That is a Brotherhood of Steel Knight you are asking me to hit.”

Gage: *slaps her ass hard*

Ada: “No; That would be unfair.”


People who use the excuse “It’s a kids show, why are you even watching it if you think it’s shit?”

Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you

That is the worse bloody excuse you can make for a show. Just because it’s for kids means it’s ok? No. No it is not. A cartoon(or really, anything for kids) does not have to appeal to the lowest common denominator, putting in flashy colors, farts, and random yelling to be for kids.

Gravity Falls​, Adventure Time​, Clarance, Regular Show​, The Legend of Korra​, Over the Garden Wall​

All of these are cartoons. All of these are modern day cartoons. All meant for kids. And you know what else they share in common?

They don’t act like the viewers are morons! They don’t act like kids have the attention span of a goldfish!

If you treat kids like idiots, they become idiots because you never put the damn effort into helping them not become idiots! Now don’t get me wrong, it’s okay to be a little stupid sometimes. Life can be dark and depressing so a little dumb gag, no matter how stupid done right can lighten the mood.

But note, I said SOMETIMES. You need to know where to draw the line.

So next time you see someone try to defend crap like ‘Breadwinners’, 'Teen Titans GO!’, or god forbid 'Sanjay and Craig’ with the excuse of “It’s a kids show, get over it.”, do me a favor and slap them in the face.

Imagine kissing Jared Leto during an audition

Okay, how about our first imagine here for a warm up?

You get up in the morning early. You couldn’t sleep much since you’re pretty nervous about today’s audition. You know all the lines from the script, you were studying them for days now, and it’s fine, you’ve been to auditions before. You only had the tinyesr roles before, like the woman walking her dog in the background or something like that, but hey, you have to start somewhere!
But today is different. It’s a big movie, a great opportunity for you, you might get a actual role. So yes, you’re nervous as you get into the taxi and as you walk into the studio.

You feel a bit bad as there are a lot of other girls, and you can’t stop thinking that they have a lot more experience in acting than you. For a moment you want to turn around and leave, but in the end you just sit down and wait for someone to call your name.

When it happens your stomach flips. You follow the guy into the room; it’s a simple room with white walls, the director sits behind the only table there, next to him a woman and another guy. You can’t see his face from this angle. You step in but say nothing as you can hear the man talking angrily to the director.
‘I don’t think we should do this. Why can’t you just call an actual actress with actual talent? This audition leads nowhere.’
‘Calm the hell down. It’s going to work out, we just have to find the perfect girl.’
‘It’s the third day now and sorry, but I start to think it’s fucking impossible!’

You clear your throat so that they can notice you. They looak at you, and as the angry guy meets your eyes and you recognize Jared Leto, you feel like you’re going to faint. No one told you that the leading actor’s gonna be him, you’re just not prepared for this. Doing a scene with Jared Leto? No, it’s just a no. You have a flustered smile on your face which you know is not convincing at all. Jared looks at you with those blue eyes, cold sweat covers the skin of your palm. What if you’d just run out of the room?

‘Can we start now?’ the director asks and Jared steps a bit closer to you, nodding.
When you talk you’re actually surprised that your voice is not shaking, and that you didn’t forget any of the lines. You try your best and focus on the role not on Jared’s perfect jawline or on those lips as he’s talking to you. You’re definitelly not giving a shit about his loosely buttoned shirt or that piercing look he’s giving you. It’s like his gaze is burning you skin, and you know that he’s aware of that, he’s truly enjoying how nervous he can make you.

When you’re done the director says a few good things about your’re style and you leave the room feeling relieved and happy. You just flash a smile on the others and head towards the lady’s room. You wash your face in cold water and look in the mirror to see the shocked expression of yours, and when you finally realise that you’ve just done a scene with Jared Leto you start to laugh so loud that at first you don’t hear the knocking. You stop, and the next moment the door opens and Jared steps into the room.
‘It’s for women’ you say. ‘The men’s room is on the…’
‘What do you think about the movie?’ he interrupts. You can’t read his face, but he seems serious. ‘You like it?’
‘Uhm, yeah, I guess. It’s going to be good. I mean… okay, the main character is a bit lame and would need a slap in the face sometimes. I don’t like the ending.’
‘You’ve read the script. You actually did read it, not like the others.’ he laughs.
‘How can someone come to an audition without reading the script?’
‘Well, they might came because of me. They wanted to do a kissing scene with me.’
You stand there looking at him confused.
‘Kissing scene? There isn’t any kissing… scene in this… script.’ You hold up your copy.
‘There is one in mine‘

He steps closer and closer, and before you could say anything else he slides one of his hands to your hip, pulls you towards him, and he leans so close you could count his eyelashes. You stare into his eyes, but the next moment you feel his warm lips on yours. He kisses you passionately, his tounge raches yours for a breif moment, and when he pulls away you want to beg him not to. He licks his bottom lip and smiles at you.
‘Everyone out there is going to hate you’ he whispers.
‘Why?’ Now your voice starts shaking. ‘Because of the kissing scene?’
He laughs, and you smile at him.
‘No’ he says. ‘But because you got the role.’
He releases you, and as he walks out of the room, he glances at you over his shoulders, smiling. ‘There isn’t any kissing scene haven’t you read the script?’
The door slams after him, and you can’t decide wether you should laugh or simply just faint.

Submission. What if...

… It was Dark’s birthday. And, Mark had no idea what to get him.

It was October 31st. Halloween to be exact. It was cliché that his birthday was on Halloween but they don’t know the definite day Dark was “born” and since Halloween is his favorite holiday because of the costumes and candy so they have decided that day to be his “day”.

Well, it was Halloween day and Mark still needs a birthday present.

“Hey, Mark I’m going to go to through McDonald’s do you want anything?” Dark interrupted Mark’s thoughts.

“Um, I’ll take 10 piece chicken nuggets, thanks.” Mark says to him and Dark is off.

Mark is back to his thoughts. ‘He has all of his favorite music.’

Mark thinks. Since, that is the thing Dark is mainly obsessed about.

Then, a idea hit him. After gathering everything he needed he walked to the store that was nearby and got the cake that he had ordered earlier that month. It was a red velvet cake, with white frosting and in black said “Happy Birthday Dark!”

After getting the cake set up on the table in the dinning room he went and got the present set up. And, then waited for Dark to come back.

It wasn’t to long before he was back. And, once he was in the dining room Mark jumped up and screamed-

“Surprise!” Making Dark jump and nearly drop his food.

“What the fuck Mark! You know not to scare me.” Dark screams at him then sees the cake behind Mark and his angered expression turned into one of amazement.

“Y-you did this?” Dark asks knowing his reply. He asks that every year, since Dark was made of insecurities and rage, and all of the emotions that Mark held too much of. It always surprised him when his birthday was celebrated though. It was because he thought he didn’t deserve it.

“Yes and now lets dig in to a hardy meal of heart attack and diabetes.” Mark jokes making Dark laugh and they sit down to eat in comfortable silence.

After their McDonalds and a good majority of the cake was gone Mark went to get Dark’s present.

“Hey Dark, I’m sorry if you don’t like it, I couldn’t figure out what you wanted and it was last minute.” Mark jumbles out and looks and see’s the look of bewildered amazement on Dark’s face.

Mark had gone and printed out all of these Dark fanart and put them into a collage. At that moment Dark couldn’t help but feel loved. It’s not like he doesn’t know that he is loved by not only Mark but by the fans as well. They basically created him. But, sometimes someone needs that slap to the face to get to reality. And, god that was one of the biggest slaps Dark has ever got.

Without much thought Dark ran up and hugged Mark around the waist.

“Thank you… so much. And, if you can thank them for me.” Dark mumbles in Mark’s waist but Mark hears every word and just smiles down and hugs Dark the best he can.