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#gen v#gen v spoilers#jordan li#*#caps#mi vida#need their dad to d word i’m so fucking serious..#got something cooking in my drafts so had to post this first for reference#the last cap.. FUCK! 😭😞💔💔#him saying i’m no bigot made me wanna punch him so bad i’m GODDKNS#s1e3#when i catch you mr. li…
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Birthdays and Stress
Tara Carpenter x fem!reader
Summary: Tara meets some of your family during your father’s birthday
Words: 3.4k
A/n: i haven’t written fanfiction since 2020 so please proceed with a little caution 🌚
Warnings(?): fluff, mentions of sex, very tiny hurt/comfort
You had a big family
Like a really big family
Tara didn’t have the pleasure of having a family like yours. You were close with your cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and everyone else in between. While Tara on the other hand can barely remember her dad’s face, she tries to forget her mom’s, and her sister left due to personal issues. Granted, her sister did come back
Shaking her head, she had to push these thoughts to the back of her mind. Instead Tara had to focus on her rapidly beating heart and the internal screaming at the fact your entire family was only about 5 minutes away
Tara wanted to make a good impression. An amazing impression, that is. But what if your family knew she was related to the Woodsboro killings? What if they knew her sister was related to the very cause of the Ghostface killings? Would they kick her out? Deem her not good enough for you? What if they called her a liability and then kicked her out? This really was a bad idea, why did she agree to doing this?
“Tara, I love you with all my heart. I promise my family won’t throw you out of the house.” You rested a hand on her thigh, rubbing soothing circles with your thumb just how she liked it
Perhaps her internal screaming hadn’t been so internal
“Oh, but what if they do, babe? What then? They’re gonna hate me.” the shorter girl groaned, throwing her head back and covering her face in annoyance
“Tara I’m literally so madly in love with you. They’re going to love you, baby. There’s not a universe out there where they don’t absolutely adore you like I do.” you say seriously, taking her left hand in yours and bringing it up to your face to give her knuckles a feather-light kiss
Tara pouts. A very childish pout, that is
“When you realize I’m right, I will happily say I told you so tomorrow.”
“…You promise they’ll like me?”
“I pinky promise, baby.”
Tara loved that about you. Only do you swear by your pinky during very serious times, almost as if you were swearing upon the river Styx. Never once have you broken one of your pinky promises, and Tara found it utterly adorable. You turned something kids would do under the playground slide into a life-bound oath that you’d never imagine breaking. The thought was endearing enough to help relax Tara just the tiniest bit. She was still scared as fuck, though
“If you get overwhelmed at any time, we can always go back home or to my room, baby. How about we come up with a safe word?”
“I can last all night, babe. This mama doesn’t need any safe word” she says proudly. Your girlfriend was an absolute dork under all those layers of trauma
“Tara.” you playfully cock an eyebrow at her
“Sorry…” she mumbled “how about black licorice? I hate black licorice.”
“Black licorice, it is!” you beam, starting to pull into the driveway of your childhood house
It was your fathers 55th birthday. You’d been with Tara for about 2 years now, which you heavily insisted was enough to consider her a part of your family. Tara ignored how her heartbeat quickened at the implications of being in your family
Tara had still been in her thoughts when you parked the car and rounded the front to the passenger side. Opening the door, you made sure to make a big display, as if you were ushering the queen of England herself
“My liege.” you say in a faux British accent while holding out your hand as you bow, awaiting her response
“And society dares say chivalry is dead.” she laughs at your antics, intertwining your hands as you help her out of your car. There was cars upon cars parked on the road. Tara would’ve guessed this was a frat party and not a birthday party with how many cars were present. Birthday gift in hand, Tara was now worrying if it was enough
When you rang the doorbell, Tara’s heart quickened again. A week prior, you two went shopping, looking for the perfect casual dress Tara was going to wear. You were persistent that it didn’t matter what she wore. Tara ultimately won that argument when she pulled up an entire slideshow on her laptop and presented it to you sitting 5 inches away from your face. You tell yourself you let her win that time
Before she could say this was a bad idea for the umpteenth time, the door opened with your father behind it
“Well, I’ll be dammed! If it isn’t my favorite child!” he pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, a wide grin on his face
“Dad!” you smile “You don’t look a day over 80”
“Oh hush, you.” he laughs, turning to Tara
“And you must be Tara!” he reaches out to shake her hand, Tara reciprocating the action.
“We’re all excited to meet you. Our Y/N likes to brag about you quite a lot! Welcome to the family, Tara. It’s a pleasure to have you here” the older man pats her shoulder, his grin bright enough to be seen by astronauts on the Moon
“Thank you, Mr. (L/N). Please, the pleasure is all mine” Tara smiles, and you interlace your hands once again
“Oh, hush with all that formal crap. You’re making me feel old! Frank or Frankie is perfectly fine, darlin’. Come on in!”
You give Tara’s hand a supportive squeeze, offering a smile. You’re proud she didn’t pass out while talking to your dad. He could definitely be overbearing at times, but the older man only had good intentions
Setting down you and Tara’s gift on a nearby table, she was hit with an immediate sense of home when she entered the living room. Tara felt nostalgia that didn’t exist. Perhaps it was a sense of longing. Tara could definitely imagine a small you running around and tracking mud all over the floors. Maybe she’d be lucky enough to see your baby pictures. The shorter girl felt something brush up against her legs, snapping her out of her thoughts
“Ares!” you say excitedly, reaching down to pick up the orange cat. Part of his left ear was missing, but it added to his charm
“He always takes a while to warm up to people. I wonder why he came up to you?” now you were holding the cat in such a way that invited Tara to pet him — which she happily did. Ares quickly started to purr
“Maybe it’s ‘cause I smell like you?”
“I like to think it’s ‘cause you’re the chosen one” you shrug, noticing how Tara’s cheeks redden the tiniest bit
“Why’s his name Ares? That’s a greek god, isn’t it?” Tara didn’t know much about greek mythology when she first met you, but after long rants (in which she happily listened to), she now knew some surface-level facts
“Mom let me name him when I was 13, and I might’ve been going through a really bad Percy Jackson phase at the time. Ares was a real ass when he was younger. Always messing shit up, and I guess it just fit at the time.” you smiled at him. Tara noticed the look in your eyes. You were recalling all your past memories of Ares, getting ready to talk about the orange cat if she asked. Tara liked observing you
“C’mon, how about we say hi to my Mom? Are you ready for another parent?” You asked, setting down Ares on his cat post as he stretched and let out a big yawn.
“Yeah, definitely ready.”
“You sound uncertain. I know you’ll fuck shit up out there, babe” you press a kiss to the bridge of her nose, making her subconsciously scrunch it up in the way you found sickeningly adorable
“Y’know, you should really be a professional motivational speaker, baby. I feel better already” she says in a sarcastic tone, but she fully means her words
Making your way to the backyard doors, Tara is starting to feel a little better about meeting your family. Your Mom was seated on the patio deck with a few of her sisters — your aunts. Before you could say hello, the three of them were already up
“Mom, Auntie Rosie, Aunt Amelia, meet my girlfriend. This is Tara” you smile at her, and she returns your smile
“Tara! You’re even prettier in real life!” you’re lovingly shoved out of the way as all the attention is now drawn to your girlfriend
A slew of praise bombard her, compliment after compliment meeting her ears. You come up behind her and place your hand on the brunette’s shoulder, offering a little comfort. Instead of being met with her eyes of discomfort, all you can see is happiness behind her smile. She happily engages in conversation. Answering questions about your relationship, her education, and plans for the future. Tears prick at your eyes, but you didn’t let them fall. You loved seeing Tara happy.
“Well, it was wonderful meeting you, Tara. Don’t be a stranger, sweetheart. How about you two enjoy the party, now?” your mom smiled
“Likewise. It was wonderful meeting you too, Mrs. (L/N)”
Before you can turn around, there’s a sudden weight on your back that makes you topple onto the grass. You can hear the faint giggling of Tara as you’re causally making out with the floor
“Lilith (M/N) (L/N). I swear to god if you don’t get off of me, I’ll make sure to-“ you never finished your sentence as more weight was put on your back. Not as heavy as your sister, but the weight was still there. By the sound of high-pitched giggles, you could only assume your nieces — your older brother’s daughters — were now on top of you as well
“Auntie Y/N! Auntie Y/N! Who’s that over there?” Your nieces say in union. Lily gets off your back, but the other two decide to stay and bombard you with questions
Tara can’t help but laugh at your state
“You’re Tara, right?” your sister was now at your girlfriend’s side as you struggled to bribe your nieces with candy (they were surprisingly resilient)
“Mhm, you’re her sister, aren’t you? Lilith is what Y/N said?”
“Lilith is my real name, but family and friends call me Lily” she winks at Tara with a smirk on her face
“Did you know Y/N had a crush on you in high school? She said she’d kill me if I told anyone, but every single day she’d tell me about her fat crush on you” Lily playfully bumped her and Tara’s shoulders together. “Even more than Elizabeth Olsen is what she’d say to me”
“Oh? Please continue, I insist.” Tara can’t contain her smile as she learns about your crush on her. Now fueled by not getting embarrassed more than you already have, you practically wrestle your nieces to get back up on your feet
“Lily I swear to everything holy, if you don’t shut up, I will make sure you never see another sunrise.” you’d probably be scarier if there weren’t two little girls hanging off your arms with some dirt and grass smudged on you face when you got up. Tara and Lily doubled down laughing, and you could feel your cheeks redden in embarrassment
“C’mon you two troublemakers, don’t give Auntie Y/N back problems just yet” your brother calls out from behind Tara. You two were the absolute splitting images of each other. You’ve already shown pictures and videos of him, but now she’s actually seeing him. Face shape, hair texture, you and him may as well be conjoined twins
“Tara, is it? Y/N hasn’t stopped talking about you since you two have met. I’m Joshua” he gracefully picks up his daughters, finally giving you breathing room to mutter something about “working out” and “bodied by toddlers”
“You don’t know how many times i’ve heard that today” Tara’s teasing grin was so wide, her name may as well be the Cheshire Cat. She looks over Joshua’s shoulder, meeting your flushed cheeks and embarrassed look
“I don’t appreciate this slander, thank you. I’d like to take my girlfriend away, now!” you say in a sing-song tone. Your siblings and nieces wave you two a goodbye before starting a conversation of their own
“Embarrassed, much?”
“Hush, you get embarrassed when Mindy tells me about your ‘longing looks’ as she’d call it”
“All the more reason for me to hear about how much you liked me~” Tara pokes the side of your ribs, and you pinch her cheek in retaliation
Before you know it, you’re inside your house again. This time, way more family and family friends occupy the main area. Tara could handle smaller interactions with your immediate family, but this stressed her out. She never liked admitting it, but crowded places freaked her the fuck out. More chances of Ghostfa-
“Black licorice?”
“Black licorice.” she nods, looking at you. Tara liked how well you knew her.
“How about my room? I have a record player in there” You guided her up the stairs, your hand not leaving Tara’s for a second
Entering your room, she noticed how you it was. Band and movie posters were all across the walls, and she could clearly picture a middle school Y/N in their Hot-Topic phase. Vinyl records and a multitude of books sat on shelves all over your room. Above your bed, under your bed, you name it, there wasn’t a shelf that was empty
“Lana, Arctic Monkeys, Taylor, Slipknot for some reason…” You listed off artists you had records for, and they were all so you. She could practically feel your entire soul in this room, just wafting around
“Lana. Definitely, Lana” Tara makes her way to your bed, feeling the soft sheets on her thighs
“What’s on your mind, baby?” You sit next to her, letting Tara rest her head on your shoulder
“Do you think i’ll ever stop being scared? I don’t like feeling scared around your family. I don’t like how they’re all still affecting me”
“It’ll take time, Tara. Months, Years, you name it. But however long it takes, I promise I’ll be there with you.” Tara fidgets with your hands, and you press a kiss to the side of her head
Before you can fully move away, Tara pulls you into another kiss. She feels soft against your lips, and smells like absolute heaven. She kisses you like you’re her last meal, and you’d happily be devoured. She straddles your waist as your back hits the headboard. You kiss until air is required, and pull away with a small smile on your face. It’s not long until you do it again. And again. And again. Until your lips are cherry red from Tara’s biting, and her dress a little crinkled from your urge to always be close
“We can stay up here if you want? I’ll tell my parents you aren’t feeling well.”
“No, that’d be bad manners. Can we just… stay like this a little longer?”
“Whatever you want, baby.” You shimmy out of her straddle, and opt to lay on your bed
“Lay down with me?”
“Y/N, i don’t want my hair to get all messy”
“So what? You’d look pretty either way”
“Your family is gonna think we had sex, baby”
“I hate to break it to you, babe, but they probably already think we’re on our third position right now”
Tara sighs.
“Moments like these are when I question why I said yes to dating you” She groans, laying down on her back next to you
“I’m irresistible” you say with a smug grin on your face
“If it helps you sleep at night, baby”
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“Where did Tara and Y/N go?” your mother questioned
“Y/N whispered something in Tara’s ear, and they went upstairs. Ten dollars they’re gonna fuck”
“Lily! Language!” your sister laughed as your mom lightly slapped her shoulder
“You should probably wait 10 minutes before calling them down here”
“I’m grounding you.”
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Ten minutes of laying on your bed and a few kisses later, a knock is heard at your door
“Are you two decent over there?”
“We aren’t fucking, Lily” this time, it’s your turn to groan
“Just make sure to air out your room before our nieces and nephews get up here”
“I hate being related to you” Tara laughs behind you, trying to suppress a smile. “I’d wrestle you if I wasn’t so strong” you open your door
“We both know you’re all talk. I’m the real winner, aren’t I, Tara?”
“As long as it’s not Y/N” Tara shrugs while walking down the stairs, and she can practically feel the betrayed look on your face
“I’m the real winner, aren’t I, Tara?” You say in a higher pitch, mocking Lily. “C’mon, we both know I have more experience.”
“Sex isn’t the same as wrestling, Y/N”
“You’d be agreeing with me if you actually got some, Lily”
“Alright, I think that’s enough about sex. I’m gonna have this on my conscience while we sing happy birthday to your father” Tara just couldn’t stop thinking about how you two bantering was so similar to her family bantering with Mindy and Chad. The shorter girl’s family was maybe definitely more complicated than yours, but you never made her feel bad about it. Tara liked that about you
“Your girlfriend is cool” Lily whispers, but Tara can hear her
“You’re saying that like I don’t already know” You smile, swinging an arm around Tara’s shoulders. Finally making it to the bottom floor, your family is around your father, getting ready to sing happy birthday. He requested two simple five and five candles, but it seems he lost that battle as 55 regular candles sat on his sheet cake
A few of your nieces and nephews of different ages swarm to your side like bees following their queen. Tara has to push away her baby thoughts when she sees you take one of your nieces into your arms and smile all the way up to your eyes. This barbie is having baby fever
Someone dims the lights, and a happy birthday is sung to your father. She joins in the makeshift choir, meeting his eyes and smiling. The man looked a little awkward, but honestly who didn’t while being sung happy birthday. When the crowd was finished singing, the older man closed his eyes in thought of a wish. As quickly as they closed, his wish was made
A spew of cheers and congratulations erupted as he was handed a knife to cut his cake. Kids rushed to grab a slice, and Tara had to actively try and not get her toes stepped on. The shorter girl felt someone lean onto her from behind, and she could tell it was you from how your chin rested on her head
“How’re you feeling?” A slice of cake was now in her hands as of your delivery. “Let’s sit outside and you can talk me through it”
“This is all so new to me, but i’m enjoying it. I’m still scared and nervous, but you’re making it easier” she bumps your shoulders together. “Your siblings are also pretty fun to be around”
“Thanks for coming today, baby” you kiss the side of her head. “I’m really proud of you for agreeing to come with me.”
Tara lays her head on your shoulder, and you two stay like that for a little while, appreciating each others presence to take a small breather.
“Thank you for being patient with me” The shorter girl says softly after a while
“As long as Atlas is holding up the sky, I promise I’ll wait for you”
“Baby, you’re so lucky I love you. I would’ve cringed if you were anyone else, but somehow you make it endearing”
“I always told my siblings I’d get a girlfriend that appreciates my Greek Mythology references”
“You’re a dork.” Tara smiles before leaning in to kiss you. She was looking forward for another day like this.
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Bonus:
You and Tara are cuddling on her bed when the clock turns to 12am
“Hey, Tar?”
“Mmm?”
“I told you so.”
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Mommy Issues (III)
synopsis. They wanted you, they needed you.
pairing. yandere!single dad!jungkook x fem!reader.
warnings. yandere behaviour, extremely delusional behaviour, obsessive behaviour, Jungkook simp 101, dark themes.
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“Hello son.”
Even hearing his voice made Jungkook want to throw up.
He gripped the phone in his hand tightly, his body tensed hearing his fathers voice into the speakers, tired eyes wandered around to see if anyone had heard him.
He sighed deeply as he saw his coworkers busy at their desks.
“Why did you call me?” Jungkook’s tone had now changed, he whispered. his nerves vanishing as his anger took over, the man bit the inside of his cheeks, venom dripped from his voice.
“I can call you whenever I wish to, son.” The older man was just as stubborn as Jungkook, it irked him so much that how calm the older man was. “Ha, of course.” Jungkook replied sarcastically.
His father had no right to sound so entitled, especially not after he had kicked Jungkook out five years ago.
“How’s your son?”
“Why do you care?!” He barked, his voice raising, “fucking hypocrite?! How can you even bring yourself to ask about my son?! The son that you wanted me to abandon, leave him to die?” It was hard for Jungkook to contain his voice from getting louder but he was trying his best.
And his father sensed that.
“Calm down, Jungkook.” The said man wanted to laugh at his “dad” for advising him to calm down, Jungkook’s dad really was the most hypocritical asshole he’d ever seen.
“Why’d you call me, dad?!” Jungkook emphasized on the last word, chewing on his bottom lip as he grabbed his car keys, the phone still pressed tightly into his ear.
“I want to have dinner with you.” Jungkook scoffed, clearing his desk out, “you cannot be serious.” Jungkook grabbed his coat and left the building, too engaged in his conversation with the man he hated the most.
“Tell me, is this about nara?” Jungkook knew his father very well, he was never a man who cared about his family.
“Dinner at the plaza, son. Saturday evening. We’ll continue our conversation there. Goodbye.” The line disconnected before jungkook could argue, his jaw was left agape as he sat in his car, his phone now in his hands as he stared at the screen,
His mind completely blanked. He was not going to be a pawn in his dad’s game this time. Jungkook would rather die than fulfill his fathers demand.
“Fucking damn it!” He started the car, his mind was going crazy the more he thought about his monstrous father.
He banged his hand on the steering wheel out of frustration, his mood was ruined, his excitement was gone.
He was looking forward to seeing you.
He couldn’t afford to have his mood ruined. Right now? He needed to focus on the PTM.
He needed to focus on you.
You’ve been here for the last two hours.
“Mrs Choi, haru is a very good boy, he’s very into arts and is always very eager to participate in such activities.” You smile at the young woman, praising her son who smiles in return at you.
Seeing the little guy’s smile makes your heart very warm. “But.” You clear your throat. “He can be quite naughty especially with his friends.” You watch as Mira, the boys mother throws him a stern look.
The boy just pouts in return, his green eyes shining with mischief.
“Thank you for letting me know, Ms Yn… I’m guessing the friends are Jeon Seol, Min byung-ho and Lee-Jin?” The mother passes a look of disappointment to her son. You smile lightly at the sight.
“He’s a very good boy, very athletic too.” You begin praising your student, “and his friends are very good boys too, although Haru seems to be a little attached towards Jeon Seol.”
The mother turns her head to look at you once again, “yes I’m aware, they’re very close friends since their childhood together actually. My husband is a friend of Seol’s Dad.” You raise your eyebrows at that.
You were not aware of that, Mr Jeon was such a friendly man? He was even friends with your best friend and her husband too.
Small world.
“And yes, his English and both Korean are very good, especially for a little guy his age.” You nod at the young mother who ruffles her sons hair.
“Say thank you, haru.” She was such a sweet woman, barely any older than you, and you were almost done with the meeting.
“That’s all, mrs Choi.” You stand up and you watch the foreign woman take her sons hand and she bows her head to you, you repeat the gesture.
“See you soon.” You wave the duo bye and sit down at your chair again, you are pretty sure your ass aches but.
a few more parents were yet to meet with you.
It was going to be a long long day.
You sighed.
“SORRY I WAS LATE BUT IM HERE!”
Jungkook’s eyes searched for you, his loud voice had grabbed attention of people in the classroom as he walked through the students and their parents.
“DADDY!” Jungkook felt a pair of small arms wrap around his legs, stopping him in his tracks when his eyes found you.
You were looking so beautiful.
“H-Hey champ!” Jungkook replied to his 5 year old son as he picked him up, “Why’re you late?!” His son grabbed his face and turned it towards him, Jungkook teared his eyes from you, focusing on his son instead.
Seol pouted at his distracted dad, “ms Y/N is waiting for you!”
Jungkook smiled at that as he kissed his son on the cheeks, “really? I’m sorry for making her and you wait, my love.” He giggled with his son.
“Come.” Jungkook had his son in his arms as he sat down in front of you. Seol was sitting in his lap comfortably but Jungkook was looking at you.
“Oh Mr. Jeon you’re here!” You exclaim, focusing your attention on him, giving him the most ethereal smile ever.
His heart fluttered.
“H-Hi… I’m sorry I-I was late.” Jungkook stuttered like a little boy in front of you, “it’s alright. Let’s begin shall we?”
Jungkook could listen to you forever.
He was having the time of his life, watching you, listening to your voice, he was feeling so lucky, it felt like to him it was just you, his son and you in the large room.
It was partially true, because the room was now almost empty.
He was actually glad that he was late.
“Ummm, are you there, Mr Jeon?” He watched your eyebrows twitch and you looked at him with confusion, your features looking even more beautiful.
“Daddy?”
He felt Seol pinch his skin and he broke his trance of thoughts, you watch him with concern and he also felt his child’s eyes on him.
“Yes-Yes I’m listening, ms yn… you continue, please.”
He was sounding like the most dumbest lovesick fool ever, but he didn’t mind sounding so stupid, you made him act so weird that it was impossible for him to be normal around you.
“And please please call me Jungkook, like I asked you to last night.”
He knows he probably shouldn’t have said that out loud, but oh well.
He had.
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Pt 6. Blood Bath
Things come to a head at Arrow House. The enemy makes their move as they have the Shelby family cornered.
Warnings: blood, graphic description of murder, panic, peaky themes
Previous Parts
Tommy watched the boy size him up, and he hated the respect he had for him. Noah cared about you more than he feared him.
“Now before you round on me for kissing her, what are you going to do about that fucking priest.” The boy’s eyes were dark and his knuckles were white.
So they had that conversation.
“Need to clean this mess up first.” He answered not happy with the situation.
“And after.” The boy pressed.
“Haven't been in that business for a long time,” Tommy said not wanting to admit the murder he already had planned.
“That’s still our business and -”
“Then we’ll handle it together.” The words came out without thought. This seemed to put the boy at ease.
“How long were you going to sleep on that?” His anger was understandable, he hated how much of himself he saw in the boy.
“Only found out a few days ago-” The boy held up his hand.
“Not the time to send people away. But you were going to do something about it.” Tommy gave him a nod, his patience wearing thin. This boy in his house questioning him on his love for his daughter. “Good. Sorry, Mr. Shelby.”
Tommy cocked his head to the side slightly.
“Just hate seeing her like that.” they both gave each other a nod. For your comfort, he let you stay in your own bed, unsurprised when he heard footsteps creaking into your room later that night.
Noah cared about you enough to be a man about the situation, and if a single kiss had you puking your guts out he felt like the danger of a pregnancy was too far away to be a concern.
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You laid awake in bed thankful that Esme had looked after you throughout the afternoon. She made you some tea and broth, both helped settle your stomach but nothing helped the numbing buzz radiating through your system. Polly came through in the evening and brought you a glass of brandy.
She had a look in her eye that told you Tommy must have mentioned what happened. She didnt say anything but mentioned she was in the room next door if you needed anything.
Then the unthinkable, but somehow expected happened. Noah pushed your bedroom door open. He pointed to the bed and you nodded at him.
“Will you freak out if I lay beside you?”
“No.” You whispered back. He got into bed and you immediately made things indecent by moving up against his body. Feeling him close put the fears of him leaving at bay.
“I’m worried you’ll break up with me.” You said softly, you were surprised you got the words out so clearly.
“Definitely not going anywhere. As for the physical stuff, lots of time to figure it out.”
“I don’t want you to think- like you know that I - just - erm - it’s just sort of complicated but - I do, I do want you.” Your chest closed up and swallowed in on itself like a black hole.
“Woah, you have a thing for me? This whole time I thought we were just good friends.” He ran a hand through his hair blowing out a large breath. You swatted at him, wanting him to be serious. “I’m not going anywhere.” He whispered before kissing your temple.
“I will figure it out.”
“I know you will.”
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The next morning there was a severed hand tied to the gate. Johnny Dogs brought it up to the house and you caught a glimpse of the frozen hand before your dad redirected you and Noah to the downstairs to distract the children.
“Why would they -”
“It’s a warning, they know we are here and that they are coming,” Noah answered accepting another picture drawn by your little cousin Elena. “Thank you, darling.” He said giving her a pat on the shoulder. “It’s really good.” She looked up at him in adoration before running back to the coffee table to start on another one.
You sunk into the couch next to him. You could feel he was tense, eyes scanning the room’s windows and doors periodically. You made up the excuse of needing the bathroom and dashed up to your room.
Deep down you knew it was pointless, no one was going to come close enough to use it. Not to mention people used guns these days. But tucked in between your mattresses there was a large dagger. John and Esme had got it for you from a trip they took to the Highlands. You tied its case to your hip and pulled your long skirt over it. It was unnecessary but it calmed your nerves knowing you had something.
You were on your way down the steps when Esme caught your arm. Her hair was more frazzled than usual and her eyes were wide.
“Take Lizzie, round the kids up, and stay in the cellar.” You went back upstairs and told Lizzie. She moved very quickly, her house coat billowing behind her. She and Noah helped wrangle all the kids into the cellar. It was cold and slightly damp, but the adrenaline running through you kept you together.
You did a head count and realized someone was missing. Elena was not here.
“I’ll go back to grab Elena, stay here.” You told Noah who was about to protest. “I know where the rest of the hiding spots are if we can't make it back here. Just stay put.” You slipped out of the door and dashed down the hall before Lizzie could get involved. You ran downstairs looking for her everywhere. Then came back up and checked the kitchen. You were about to leave when you caught her in the corner of your eye. She was outside.
You saw her red wool dress toddling towards a man standing at the edge of the woods. You opened the back door and felt the man's dark eyes land on you. The sounds of machine guns firing became unavoidable and you took a deep breath.
“Elena” You called out to her thankful your voice didn’t shake. She turned around to look and you. “Come here.” She moved towards you and you got on your knee and whispered to her.
“Noah needs you in the cellar. Tell him I’m fine, that I’m hiding. Don’t stop for anyone or anything he really needs to see you.” Her little eyes lit up and she made a dash towards the house.
You stood up and sized up your opponent.
“Come have a walk with me.” He had a gun in his hand and you knew that it was your only option, but that didnt mean you would show it. With your head held high, you went with him. Once close enough you could see him properly. He was tall and had a large hat that shadowed his sunken face. “You want to save your family? Yes?” He had a slight accent.
“Yeah, that’d be alright.” You said back casually, his eyes sparkled with curiosity.
“Well, your father has something I want. You're going to help me get it.”
“Alright.” You motioned for him to lead the way. You assumed you were a hostage, not a bad position really. He saw value in you, therefore he wouldn't kill you right away. You waited until he tucked his gun away, He took a few steps towards the forest turning his back on you. You quickly took out the dagger tucked into the top of your skirt and held it tightly.
“The thing about your family -” Much to your relief he started his big story giving you a bit of time. Quickly to catch him off guard, you charged towards him, sending the dagger right under his left rib cage.
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Elena’s voice called on the other side of the door. Noah opened it while Finn was ready with his gun. The little girl ran in quickly hugging onto his legs.
“She said you needed to see me.”
“Where is she Elena,” He asked her while picking her up. She hugged onto his shoulders. “She said she's alright, she’s hiding.”
Panic shot through him and Finn quickly put a hand on his shoulder.
“She knows where to hide here, she’s probably fine.” His jaw was tight as was the grip on his arm. Lizzie sniffed and suddenly got up. Noah looked around and did the math. Finn was most likely right, you sent Elena along and had to hide somewhere else. Going after you could put you in more danger, and it would leave Lizzie and the kids one man down. He knew that would only piss you off.
He didn’t like it but it was a gamble he had to take.
“She’s alright Lizzie. She mentioned earlier if she got separated she had a few places she would hide.” He lied, and Finn gave him a slight nod. Elena stayed attached to him so he held on to her and tucked the gun he was given into his waistband. Down here it was painfully silent as Lizzie kept the kids comfortable.
“Hey, did your dad ever tell you about the time he, Tommy, and my dad got into a fight with a bear?” The kid's eyes all lit up and he sat down on a barrel and started to tell the story about the bear in the pub.
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The knife pierced his lanky body and a gasp left his mouth. Your hand slipped into his jacket quickly and you grabbed his gun.
“You -” He said starting up again and you shot him, in the back, straight in the chest. The man's body crumpled.
Faces of your father and the priest started to swim in your head. Anxiety ripped through you as the blood seeped into the white snow. Flipping him over you grabbed his wallet.
“Luca Changretta” You whispered. Well, that wasn’t so bad. You looked down at the man's dark eyes and something inside you lessened. There were plenty of bad men in the world but now there was one less. You did that.
You thought of the hand-tied to the gate and let out a sigh. If that’s how these people did things, that’s just what you would have to do. You pulled your dagger out and your hands got coated in thick blood. Moving the knife to his throat you started hacking and carving away.
It surprised you how rubbery everything was, in your mind the stupid thing would just tople off. As you worked your mind tried to argue that this was a horrible thing you had done. But something in the pit of your stomach reminded you what horrible men were capable of. Maybe God's sense of humor is what allowed the dagger to pierce his flesh.
Eventually, you were covered in blood and you had a head to gift back to the Italians. You ran in the snow down the hill along the side of the house. The front yard was a complete mess. The snow was red, everything was red. Your mind swam but you kept moving forward, those were your men getting shot at.
You could see that they had made a sort of barricade and the Italians were making it down the driveway. Unsure of what to do you waited for the silence as they reloaded and let out a loud wolf whistle. You held the head up high and a roar of shouts erupted from both sides.
Before you could take another step a large bear-like figure tackled you down from the side. You instinctively used the dagger's handle to smash into its face before your arm got caught by a massive hand.
It was Alfie, in a big fur coat, looking very pissed.
“Sorry, Mr. Solomons” You whispered weakly, hoping you hadn't hit him too hard.
“You're just like your father - fucking troublemaker.” He grumbled keeping his body over yours as bullets rang out. “Take his head and run down the hill. Not go in through the back door, come out the front door, and give the head to us? Eh?”
“No class with you people. Straight savagery every time.” he continued to chatter on and it was nice to have something distracting you. The snow was deep enough that if they didnt move they were probably out of vision. He moved up slightly to look over the snow.
“Looks like you gave them the distraction they needed though, chasing them down the drive.” He let out a rumbling sigh.
“So, you were going to run down the hill causing a distraction?” You asked him, he looked down at you and narrowed his eyes.
“That’s business between me and your father.” He said in a low voice. There was a long silence and Alfie still kept you there. Your teeth started to chatter and you realized your hand was still fisted in Luca’s black hair.
“Nah, don’t start thinking about it. I don’t know how you did it but wait for a glass of whiskey. Trust me you'll be alright.”
You gave him a nod hoping he wasn't angry. Then your father pulled him off of you and picked you up. He crushed you against himself and you wondered how he could still carry you despite your size. You closed your eyes not ready to deal with everything yet.
He got you onto the couch in his study and tried to take the head away from you. It took you a long moment to realize you could let go now. You took a deep breath untangling your fingers. Tommy’s hands ran over you before a loud scream erupted. Esme was there with a look of horror on her face. Polly soon followed.
Various questions were flying around you their hands trying to push your hair back and get the blood off your face.
“Sorry.” You mumbled eyes locked on Tommy. “His body was too big to drag in the snow.” It seemed significant to apologize as you got blood all over the sofa.
“Eh, knew that knife was a good gift,” John mumbled picking the knife up off the sofa beside you.
“Hacked his head off, all by herself. They grow up so fast.” Arthur boomed looking at you with pride in his eyes. Esme gave them both a murderous look and suddenly they followed Alfie out of the study.
Polly locked eyes with Tommy who was kneeling directly in front of you. After one last look, he gave her a nod. He squeezed your hand and stood up. Polly and Esme led you up the stairs and guided you into your parent’s bathroom. It was larger than yours, but the blood smearing all over the white tiles made your stomach flutter. They sat you down on the lid of the toilet.
The warm air stung your skin and your lungs. When the door pushed open you felt your body get swallowed up in hot guilt. Lizzie looked positively feral. Her arms wrapped around you, your mind thawed out and tears started to form.
After a long while, she took a few deep breaths before helping you into a bath. First, you showered with warm-ish water to get the blood off and to get your limbs back to a normal temperature. By that point, Polly had come back with her arms full of herbs and oils.
You sat in the bathtub and she poured various things over you. The scent stung your eyes but you felt your heart lurch then become lighter somehow.
“How are the kids? Noah?” You finally whispered.
“Surprisingly, only a few minor injuries in the men, and everyone in the house was fine,” Esme answered while Lizzie gazed at the tiles on the wall. Her hand was on her belly and you could tell by the set in her jaw she was angry with Thomas.
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Once you were cleaned up Lizzie got you tucked into your bed.
“I told everyone you need to rest. We can deal with everything in the morning.” She kissed your forehead and ran a hand through your hair. She left and the sadness and anger that radiated off of her brought in a fresh wave of uncertainty and anxiety.
Tommy came in a short while after. He sat on the edge of your bed looking into the fire.
“You have any questions or things bothering you?” He asked in a faraway voice.
“No, I feel a bit better honestly.” You sighed and his gaze flicked to you. “Spent a lot of time running from men like that. Now I don’t feel so helpless. Plus I think that was the last of the past coming back for you. Alfie didn’t sell you out. Things on my side are looking pretty good.”
He gave you a hard look and then nodded. You knew he was dreading talking to Lizzie.
“Dad, I shouldn't have landed that blow. It was beyond lucky, I think it was just what was supposed to happen. Elena had been lost, he was going to snatch her up, probably in exchange for John. I sent her back and he was happier with me anyway. The whole thing was lucky.” He took in what you were saying and you knew he didnt know how to respond.
“Please make her understand it wasn't your fault, If you could blame anyone blame Elena for wanting snacks from the kitchen, but she’s five, and me and Esme will fight you.” You took a few breaths but it was getting hard to breathe again. “She’s got to understand, all of us need to stick together.” Tommy put down his glass of whiskey on your side table and put his hands on your shoulders. “That’s why everything worked out all right - it’s because we stuck together- if you guys break up-” You couldn't talk anymore, your body got light and heavy at the same time, and your vision started to get blurry.
“Stop.” He commanded and you took a deep breath. “It will take a lot more than Lizzie’s anger to tear us apart. Trust me, I don't give up that easy.”
You nodded and he pushed you down into your bed. You curled up on your side holding his hand.
“It’s like with the storm, I needed to face this.”
He gave you a nod and kissed the top of your forehead. “Drink this if you can’t sleep.” He left his whiskey on the side table. “Come get me if you need anything.”
With that, he got up and left your door slightly ajar.
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He didn’t like what he did next. But he knew it would keep your mind off of things and put the boy out of his misery. He knocked on the door and waited for Noah to respond.
He opened the door and could see that he had been pacing, much like himself.
“She’s alright, bit fragile though.” He said watching the boy muster up the courage to ask the question Tommy knew he was struggling with. “If you wouldn't mind staying with her, I think it might help.” Tommy saw the boy light up but quickly composed himself.
“I could do that.” He said calmly.
“No messing around.” He said sternly before giving the boy a nod and leaving the room to go fight some more battles.
Lizzie was rummaging through her closet and Tommy realized this was probably a lot worse than he realized. He sat on the edge of the bed waiting for her to start up when he heard her give a shout.
“Stupid fucking -” He saw her trying to reach a box high on the shelf. Part of him wanted to leave it there, so she couldn't pack it, and maybe it would prevent her from trying to leave. He sighed looking up at the box.
“You're a lot of things- short is one of them” She bit out crossing her arms. He pulled the stool out of the corner and he grabbed the box for her. She accepted the box and started rummaging through the folded clothes. “She could have died.”
“I know.”
“That’s it, you know, and what!?”
“And she didn’t. She saved Elena. She outsmarted Luca and tried to protect her family. I’m not happy about it, but I am grateful she’s alright.”
“Thomas - she's 17 - it was a blood bath, in no way is she alright.” Lizzie snapped.
“She said she needed to face this, she’s run from men like that her whole life. I don’t like it, I feel like I failed her every time she opens up about her past, when she was there covered in blood, I knew I failed her. But you leaving right now will be what kills her.” He knew it was underhanded and mean.
“Leaving?!” Her eyes narrowed and Tommy was grateful that the box didnt have anything hard or dangerous in it. She threw a yellow nightgown at him. “YOU THINK AFTER EVERYTHING I WOULD LEAVE HER HERE WITH YOU.” She started to rage and she almost tripped over another pile of clothes on the closet floor. He stedied her and shut the door hoping it concealed some of the anger.
She held on to him and tried to catch her breath.
“Well, your tearing the closet apart, I thought -”
“You, as always, thought wrong, stupid man.” She kept her slender fingers gripping his shoulder and he wondered what was going to happen next. Tears started to fall down her cheeks. “I’m too fat.”
Tommy was glad he rarely smiled or laughed, in that moment he knew that either of those things would have been a deadly mistake.
“I can’t fit my nightgowns anymore, the maternity ones I have remind me of Ruby.” Her voice broke and he pulled her into his arms. They stood like that for a long while. He ran his hand up and down her back, realizing if not for Ruby, he may never have been this lucky and blessed in his life. In the end, he was very sure that it was always Lizzie. She fought him every step of the way, but at the same time that also meant she chose him every single time.
He guided her to the bed and pulled out one of his long sleep shirts. It was broad and baggy, and would easily cover her frame and the ever-growing bump, long enough for him to order her some new maternity gowns. She let him undress her, then slid the cotton shirt over her head.
“I am sorry - for everything.”
“I know you are.” She said softly. “Thank you, for keeping the family safe.” He didnt know how to respond to that so he gave her a kiss. They settled into bed and he turned the lights out. For a moment he thought he might finally drift to sleep when Lizzie opened her mouth.
“So the bear in the pub huh?” Tommy let out a groan.
“Where did you hear about that?”
“Noah, he told the kids the story to keep them quiet. He’s really good with children, I think if Elena was a bit old she would try to challenge her for him.”
“Fucking boy.” Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose wondering why out of all the other 17-year-olds on the planet you had to pick that one.
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You closed your eyes and felt good that there was nothing but darkness. No men, no blood, just an empty void. It only lasted a few moments before you heard Lizzie's muffled shouting. Your stomach rolled and you opened your eyes to look around your bedroom. The fire gave everything an inviting glow, it truly felt like your piece of the world. The thought of it being torn apart made you want to cry.
A soft tap at the door made you jump. You poked your head out of your blankets to see Noah. He forgot himself for a moment and dashed towards you. He wrapped you up into his arms and you fell back against the bed. You had a moment of initial shock before you sought out his mouth. You kissed him hard, and you felt his hands stay firmly in place on your back.
He broke the kiss and stood up moving off the bed. His face was flushed and his hair was a mess of curls. More than anything you wanted him to come back, you wanted his hands all over you. Remembering what it was like pushing him off of yourself to vomit made you calm down a bit. You knew you needed to move slowly, no matter how much you hated it. It wasn't fair to Noah.
“Sorry - I promised your dad I wouldn't mess around.” He took a deep breath looking at the ceiling.
“My dad sent you.” Your eyebrows knitted together.
“Yeah, didnt want you to be alone.” He came back to you and you moved over as he climbed into bed.
“Actually?”
“Yeah, he looked really worried. Don’t want to push him any further today.” He said tucking in next to you. Your body felt like it was on fire as he ran a hand through your hair. “Why are their flowers stuck in your hair?”
“Oh, Polly gave me a bath to make sure I wasn't traumatized or haunted.”
“Oh yeah.” He gave a nod and you let out a soft laugh at his expression of confusion.
“Guess your family doesn't do that.”
“No, not really. Lot’s to learn about.”
“Likewise. Mum said you really helped keep the kids distracted. Thanks for doing that.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m sorry I didnt go after you, Finn said you would know where to hide. Isaiah came later and said he thought you were with Polly and Esme” His arms tightened his grip on you and you fought to keep your heart in check.
“Knowing they were safe with you made it easier to deal with the situation.”
“It’s over - never again, I’m - I’ll figure out a way to keep you from everything.”
“What do you mean?” There was an edge to your words.
“We - I can’t go through that again.” His voice was heavy. “I need to sort out with my dad how to clean things up on our side.”
“Meaning you want things to be more legal?” The edge had turned to straight panic at the thought of him leaving.
“Yes, for myself, but also because your dad is right. He fought really hard to get things clean. He even sent your uncles to prison once. I won’t take you back into that place. All of them would come after you. Won’t bring everything he built toppling down. Not when you could get hurt”
His face finally looked down to meet yours. He must have seen the anxiety eating you.
“What I’m saying is, I want to do good things with my life, and I want to build you something good too. Because - I - I love you.” You started up at him in disbelief.
“I love you too.” You breathed.
It took a long time to fall asleep, but eventually, you drifted off in his arms. At some point, the morning began as light poured in through your windows. Esme poked her face in and you met her eyes. She gave you a thumbs-up and a wink before shutting the door.
You relised then that the rain was thundering on the roof. A sadness filled your chest, but insdead of dealing with it, you pressed your face against his neck and went back to sleep.
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chapter nine : lee taeyong
s i d e a : written
word count : 1k
warnings : underaged drinking.
It was a rumour that Lee Taeyong had a crush on you. He was handsome, but barely even talked to you. Nor were there many opportunities to strike up a conversation. You weren’t opposed to the idea of him, however.
After your affirmation that turned public and the lack of action that happened afterward, you assumed that everyone was wrong.
Lee Taeyong did not have feelings for you.
But, the rumours were true. He was just a coward.
Lee Taeyong liked you and had for awhile. He wasn’t entirely sure why he had a crush on you. He thought you were cool, smart and cute. Pretty. Surface level stuff he knew, but that didn’t matter. He was in his last year of high school and he didn’t want anything too serious.
Honestly, he didn’t understand what he even wanted out of it.
He just knew he liked you, and that was all he needed.
But he wanted to do something about it, so on the very last day of high school, he downed a couple of bottles of his older brother’s beer and a shot or two of his Dad’s expensive cabinet vodka that gave him the surge of confidence he needed.
He watched as you laughed with your friend, Yves and a couple of other girls. Whiskers drawn with face paint across your cheeks and appearing golden. Pretty.
“Just hurry up and go talk to her, you loser,” Taeyong’s friend, Jonghyun shoves Taeyong forward drunkenly. The rest of the group jeers with him, pushing Taeyong in different corners before Taeyong shrugs them all off.
“I will, just- fuck off,” Taeyong muttered before collecting his wits about him and followed after you. You were alone now, waiting on the side as Yves talks to her friends from Hard Materials that have gathered around.
“Hey,” Taeyong greeted you.
You turned to him then, your eyes lighting up with recognition. You’re so happy, he realised. Everything about you was so glittery and summery and lively. It made you look even prettier.
So pretty in fact,
“I’m so sorry that I’m not asking for permission or anything,” Taeyong blubbered and your eyebrows furrowed at the slight slur of his blabbering, but you catch wind of some words before he surged forward to capture your lips in his.
Your lip rose in surprise as Taeyong’s stomach met your hands and wolf whistles sounded in the background. He doesn’t make any effort to deepen the kiss and he pulls away from you with a look of pride, relief and apology.
You stare after him in a daze, your mouth a still and rigid, ‘O’. Taeyong’s friends all pile around him in congratulatory rounds of clapping and hoots. Yves closes your mouth with a manicured hand before she follows your line of sight to the handsome boy with the platinum white hair.
“He just kissed me,” You admit.
“I did see that,” Yves comments, eyes imploring into your side profile, “So he likes you?”
You nod, dumbfounded over what just transpired in the emptying courtyard of your last day before the Summer holidays, “I think so.”
“You think so?” Yves is bewildered.
“He just kissed me.”
“He didn’t say anything else?”
“Yeah-”
“That fucking- did you at least like the kiss? Consent to it?” Yves interrogates.
“Not exactly?”
“NOT EXACTLY?!” She exclaims as she takes your arms and leads you to get some hot food in your stomach, hoping that you come back to normal within five minutes.
“I liked it though,” You comment, “He’s really attractive, isn’t he?”
Yves groans at the look on your face, the telltale signs that you’ll be adding another boy to your list not at all a mystery. All she does, all she can do is support you and your endeavours.
Yves leans forward, “Do you know his name?”
“Lee Taeyong,” You answer, putting another dumpling into your mouth, savouring the delicious soup.
“THAT’s Lee Taeyong?” Yves’ mouth drops, she didn’t expect him to look like that. Though, there was a divide in the gossip that surrounded her best friend and Lee Taeyong. One side made it seem like Taeyong was some hopeless, bitchless loser and the other made it seem like he was a bad influence who liked a girl that looked and acted like you too much. It was hard to tell.
You nod with a thinking pout on your face.
“Follow his account then,” Yves picks up your phone and offers it to you, “Find his account, should be easier..”
“Shouldn’t he be the one to follow me first though?” You discuss, not wanting to look desperate or fool drunk on puppy love now that he kissed you and it made you feel all these things you’ve never felt before.
“Says who? If you want him, go for it,” She curls her lip in judgement before exhaling, “Babe, do it.”
Your face screws up in bashfulness, Yves stands up from her perch on the restaurant chair before leaning over by you, sitting on your lap and prying your phone from your hands. You groan, your head falling against her back.
Her mouth loosens as she searches through all your social media handles, putting in every possible username that someone like Lee Taeyong could have. She searches through your ‘People You May Know’ lists and through friends list of everyone that might know him.
“Do you know anyone that might know him?”
You shrug.
“Park Jonghyun?”
Yves makes a sound of acknowledgement before she searches him up and through his Following list seeing Lee Taeyong sitting pretty within the top row. She almost screams in delight before she shows you Lee Taeyong’s Twitter profile in all its glory.
It looks somewhat active. The last status was made nearly two weeks ago but it’s recent enough to know that it holds some promise.
“Score!” Yves cheers as she finds his instagram handle in his bio, “Now go follow him. No wait, actually-”
She presses the button with such certainty that your own confidence increases, confidence surging through your bodies and standing staunch in your wait for your follower list.
s i d e b : social au
THE SERIAL LOVER
in which a girl farewells every boy she’s ever loved (or at least had romantic feelings for) in order to prove that her feelings for one particular boy are very real and unwavering.
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Look what we found in Dad’s journal!
Weird.
Anyway, the Man writes like Yoda, but here is what we figured out:
1. What the fuck is a “Dadfucker Fest”?
It’s a weekend dedicated to the “fucking” part of Dadfucking.
2. How can someone contribute to this most wonderful and noble cause?
Give us porn! Remember, Dad wasn’t exactly a monk, and Dean gave him everything he’s ever had. All you have to do is write (or draw or edit) some dadsex and mention @dadfuckerfest and/or tag #dadfuckerfest (mentions are preferred, for consistency and notifications). We’ll reblog it to this page to share with your fellow dadfuckers and to save for posterity!
3. Wait, is it just John/Dean? What about [other canon/original character]?
Characters and ships other than John/Dean are most welcome! However, your work still has to be about J/D to some degree. This means threesomes, gangbangs, third-party POVs, role-play, J/D by-proxy, unrequited fantasies are a-okay. You can find some examples here. If you’re still unsure if something is allowed, feel free to ask for clarification. (Though to be honest, we’re not very picky over here.)
4.When is this dadsex going down?
When is it not going down?! Feel free to start working on your daddycestuous fic/art and sharing it as soon as you like. However, works will be reblogged to this blog on Friday, July 28th through Sunday, July 30th.
5. What’s with the day-by-day break-down?
Think of the day-by-day break-down as our reblog calendar, to help us categorize your works. Or if you like, think of them as very optional, not-at-all-serious “themes.” They are as follows:
* Friday July 28th: (Pre-)Canon — i.e. the m/m J/D of our main timeline.
* Saturday July 29th: Alternate Universe/Curses/Other Weird Shit— incl. genderswaps, John survives AUs, no-supernatural AUs, fuck-or-die, possession, Huntercorp, time-travel, monsterfucking, omega!verse, prequel AU, whatever your sicko heart desires!
* Sunday July 30th: Kink — what it says on the tin: give us some kinky shit.
As you can tell, the line between canon and AU is very blurry, and J/D can be kinky in any world. So don’t worry too much about sticking to themes – chances are, your work will fit in at least one of these days.
6. What about prompts?
Flip over to pg. 10 for instruction, and pg.11 for the list.
7. I don’t like any of the prompts and I want to freeball and/or rawdog it.
We see what you did there! Submissions need not be in response to a prompt. This is your chance to finish (or start!) some wips, to distill a story idea to its sexy essence without worrying about plot or worldbuilding, to turn a DFF ask into a little scene, etc. etc. Once again, as long as it’s J/D and porny we will take it!
More lore under the cut!
8. What is the desired porn-to-plot ratio?
As long as there is (a little, a hint of) fucking, we’ll take it! If you feel like you need plot to make your story work better/more enjoyable for *you*, please inject as much as you’d like.
9. How long should a fic submission be?
As long as tickles your pickle! You probably won’t get a lot of fucking done under 500 words, but feel free to prove us wrong.
10. I want you to reblog my stuff but this event name is very cringe and I don’t want to mention it.
A. Fuck you! B. You can notify us in other ways of your desire to share your filthy disgusting porn (e.g. dms, mention us in a reply, carrier pigeon, etc.)
11. John/Dean is so very sexy, but I’m shy and I don’t want to post on main. (This is NOT Jensen Ackles, by the way.)
They are the sexiest! You can post your work anonymously on ao3 and send us a link. You can also create a new tumblr account using a new email address and use that to share your wonderful daddycestuous creations. (If need be, we can also discuss email submissions).
12. Can my fic/art be used for another event?
Sure! As long as it hasn’t been published before.
13. Is non-con allowed?
Yes, but please give some heads-up in the tags or in the beginning of the fic.
14. Is under-age allowed?
See above.
15. I really want to participate but the timing doesn’t work for me.
No worries! a) Remember, you have two weeks from today to post whatever your heart desires. b) The point of this event is that it’s low stakes and there isn’t a lot of prep work required, which means theoretically we can have more than one round! If enough people want to participate again, we can definitely have a repeat later this summer/in the fall, etc. (Also, we always take late submissions!)
16. Who is the fucker behind the curtain?
Hi, it’s @egipci! Please feel free to send me any questions here or on my main blog!
17. We haven’t talked before/we don’t follow each other/I don’t like you. Can I still participate?
(Un)lucky for you, I love J/D about 1000x more than you don’t like me. As long as I can reblog your work to this blog, I will!
18. Your graphics suck! Our eyes are bleeding! Are you making this shit on a toaster?
Actually, I’m making it on an DIY busted-up Walkman-cum-toaster. If you got some better nerd instruments and you want to put them to good use, hit me up!
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the dilf poll: voter voices
the votes are in, and hakoda has emerged victorious! but i've been paying attention to a far more important measure of public opinion: the tags!
Hakoda has 19 mentions in tags, winning in this category as well. lots of #hakodasweep, which is funny bc i specifically engineered this poll to prevent sweeps. inigo montoya you keep using that word etc. but i love the energy.
#I’m sorry but Hakoda is THE dilf of the avatar world#in the whole franchise#fuck it you could include every adult man on this list and they will not beat Hakoda (@louisloulouie)
#hakoda is the biggest dilf of all time#he is the sexiest man alive in the atla universe#PERIOD#I literally made a PowerPoint about this#I have CITATIONS (@themoons-ex) (i would like to see that powerpoint)
#hakoda dilf supremacy (@truthsinwhispers)
#mister watertribe chief himself (@sunset-diamond)
In a shocking/delightful upset, Piandao comes in a close second at 18 mentions. I'm going to give credit here to @bisexuallsokka - most of the piandao tags came from people who reblogged from her, and he went from 13% to 14% on the last day, coincidentally right after she reblogged the poll for a second time. he was my pick, so i very much appreciate your efforts and enthusiasm.
#where are all the people who botted the twitter poll we need you now 😩😩😩#piandao stay with me stay with me (@bisexuallsokka)
#come on guys piandao could get it (@fearthevest)
#you fucks need to go all in on Piandao right the fuck now#sorry… got a little heated there#but Piandao… my beloved (@stalksships)
#piandao is so fucking hot (@kieran-rules-zara-drools)
Iroh has 6 mentions, and since he was in second - and very close at points - there were some #irohsweep tags. again i refer to inigo montoya.
#iroh could get it (@capitola)
#okie i know its been yearrrs since i watched atla but who this other guy and why is he beating Iroh#oh.... i still vote Iroh but akxhsj;; apologies sir (@cozy-fish-crow) (these made me laugh thank you for sharing)
Bato has 4 mentions, 2 of which are about how hard it is to choose between him, Hakoda, and Piandao. fitting, considering that they're all Sokka's dads. also, he and Hakoda combined got exactly 50% of the vote. bakoda rights!
#BATO IS BEING SLEPT ON!!!!!!! (@matthew-mcjohncenahey)
#bato my beloved (@unliikelylovers)
Ozai has 3 mentions, 2 of which are about how he shouldn't get votes. he is the only contestant to receive negative feedback, as he deserves.
#not ozai getting votes while arnook and tyro flounder in obscurity (@minimum-anenome)
#who the fuck is voting ozai#i'm concerned about you (@forestberryteaplease)
(two more mentions have come in since the poll closed, but they don't count. you had your chance!)
Arnook and Tyro each have 2 mentions, all relating to them not getting votes.
#arnook having zero votes is crazy im sorry baby (@bisexuallsokka)
#lmao RIP tyro tho (@lizardlicks)
The Mechanist managed to get 1% on the poll itself, but has no mentions in the tags. I suspect it's because he wasn't losing hard enough to merit comment (like Arnook and Tyro), but wasn't popular enough to have dedicated fans cheering for victory.
Bonus:
#d..does jee not appear more than once#I thought.. he did#nauuurrrrr jeeeeeee 😭 u were in my heart first but alas ill pick..#piandao why not (@gloomybirdie)
Jee is on the borderline, in the sense that I think people often write him as a father figure for Zuko in fics. It's a pretty logical extrapolation from him learning Zuko's backstory in canon, but it's not actually canon so I don't think he'd qualify. I'm also not sure he meets the two-episode criteria - he was probably in the background but I only really remember him in "The Storm".
I also definitely remember someone mentioning Chit Sang but they seem to have deleted their tag. Was it because I posted about how not all older men count? I meant it to be kind of jokingly serious, Committing To The Bit, but that's hard to convey online. I'm not actually offended, and lord knows I have no room to judge when it comes to liking minor characters. Plus Chit Sang probably DID co-parent teo & haru & the duke when he and hakoda escaped so it's also a borderline case.
thank you all for voting and sharing your opinions! this has been fun :)
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Pure Fire
“Fuck you” tears spilled from your eyes as you stared at the man you love. Loved. You had to remind yourself that as the untrue words left your mouth. You didn’t hate him. You never could. You saw a life with him and you’d carry that until the day you die.
“You’ve done that a few times already, sweets” always trying to make a joke. It’s what got you on that first date when you were seniors, the first time for him. Stupid jokes, yet still chivalrous and unique.
“This isn’t funny, Eddie. I don’t want… I don’t want to lose you. You go back there, keep Dustin safe, save the world, and I’ll be here with a kid who grows up with their dad. I already know how you’re mind works. You made your mind up earlier today” I ranted, violently wiping away tears. His shoulders slumped, accepting my words.
“Guess I’ll just have to come back then. I wanna do this, y/n. I need to give this kid the best life they can get” he tried to cup your cheeks, but you wouldn’t let him. Pushing his hands away, not looking at him. Letting him know how uncertain you are of this plan. Stubborn. The pair of you were nothing more than stubborn.
“Y/N, please. If you think it’s gonna go that way, at least let me look at you one more time” I shoved him hard, making him stumble.
“Fuck you!” I yelled. The kids peering through the stolen RV, never once hearing me shout like this.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” He smirked. That fucking masochist. Why did you have to fall in love with him? That stupid nerd that likes playing fantasy games and shredding guitar in his free time. It just had to be him.
The one that wanted to prove everyone wrong. Going after a girl most people in thought was unapproachable and intimidating. He just had to have you, and he did in every single way. Fucking prick. No matter how much you tried, you still love him. And he wouldn’t back down. Acceptance would be the only thing to settle this.
“You come back to me, Eddie Munson. If you don’t, I’ll fucking kill you myself” you pointed at him, staring up at him with pure fear and rage.
“Alright, I’ll stick to the plan. Maybe get a few battle scars to get the kid into D&D since their mama doesn’t care for it” he smiled, grabbing your hand to pull you into his embrace. Holding you like it’d be his last. You hoped it wouldn’t.
“I’m serious, Eddie. You’re not leaving me alone with this baby. I have no fucking clue what I’m doing, and I’m not gonna turn into a crackhead like my own mother” you said into his chest. Taking shivering breaths as you let your anxiety take over.
“Hey, this kid’s gonna have the best mom around. She’s smart, gorgeous, and knows how to keep her husband in line” you pulled away to look at him in confusion. He simply smiled and brushed away your tears. “Told you I’m gonna marry you, sweets. Just saving up for a ring”
“I don’t need a fancy ring, Munson. Just you” he nodded. Placing a soft kiss on your lips. All the words he wanted say, in a sweet kiss before he left. You couldn’t have him have the last word, so you threw a rock at his back.
“I’m warning you, Munson. You come back in one piece” he saluted you, marching like a soldier back into the RV. You giggled sitting on the porch of your home. Still worried for your boyfriend’s life.
Even through the earthquake, you worried about him more than yourself. You didn’t hear anything and your dad was worried for your child’s life. Reminding you that it wasn’t healthy to worry.
“Come on, sweetheart. You need to eat, at least a nibble” he said. You shook your head, still violently bouncing your leg. Hoping your nerves were simply nerves.
“I’m not hungry. I just want to know he’s okay” you said softly. Just then the doorbell rang and you raced to the door much to your dad’s worry. You saw Steve, bruised and exhausted. No. It couldn’t be. He couldn’t.
“He’s alive, just a bit banged up. I just wanted to take you somewhere” you let go of the breath you were holding, tears escaping at the news.
“Fucking asshole wants to give me a heart attack” I huffed. “You still have your bat?”
“Yeah, why?” He asked as you grabbed your jacket.
“I’m gonna need it to beat his ass. Dad, I’ll be back!” You walked past Steve, getting into his car and staring at Dustin.
“Say goodbye to your Dungeon Master” you say. He nodded in fear.
“I told him this was a stupid idea” he defended.
“Stupid is right, and I believe in women’s rights” the drive was silent as you seethed in ever way imaginable. Both boys afraid to begin a conversation, afraid they’d be caught in your line of fire burning a path to wherever the hell Steve was driving.
“Where the hell are we?” You ask, not meaning to be harsh towards either of them. Steve hesitated before looking past you. Your head whipped around seeing the prick you love step out of the house. Bandages around his neck, bruised and still bloodied from whatever hell he survived.
“Give me the bat, Harrington” he shook his head and you quickly stepped out of the car and ran full force towards Eddie. You didn’t need a bat to beat the hell out of him.
“I’m alive” Eddie smiled, fear in his eyes of what the batshit crazy love of his life would do to him. He regretted not letting the bats take him.
“Good, you fucking prick. You let me go sixteen hours without anything! Fucking pussy couldn’t even face me?!? Had to let Steve and your love child pick me up?” You pushed him against the wall of the house, still being cautious of his wounds. “Fuck you”
“I know, I know, I’m sorry but I wanted to bring you here first! It’s not a ring but at least it’s a start” he breathed out. “Wayne told me he closed on the house, I couldn’t put it in my name but I bought it” you stopped your assault moving away from him to look at the house. It was a house you two visited often when you were younger.
“We came here when we were eighteen, you told me you imagined that if your life was the Harrington’s or Wheeler’s you’d live here and be happy. I want you to be happy, with our kid, maybe with me if you don’t murder me first. Hell I’ve got a few more payments” you shut him up with a kiss, not wanting to hear more of his rambling. He could ramble for the rest of your lives.
“You’re an asshole, Eddie Munson” you choked out before kissing him again. “Don’t ever leave me like that again”
“I don’t plan on it. Wanna see the inside?” He smiled. You nodded kissing him one tomorrow time. You were still mad at him. He knew that with every fuck you had to christen the place. Your bodies still close on the cold wooden floors of what would be your bedroom. His fingers dancing across your skin until they rested against your growing bump.
“I know I’m not a typical dad, and you’ll probably get bullied for having me as your old man. I just want you to know, I love you and your mama so much. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for the two of you. That includes going to another dimension to fight a creepy mind controlling super powered evil villain” you chuckled at his words. Knowing this kid would live in a fantasy world with their dad.
“Oh shit, have you seen Wayne?” You said disrupting his thoughts to get dressed.
“Yeah, yeah he’s safe. He said he’s a little upset that he won’t be woken up to the sound of a new little Munson running around, but I told him he’s got a room here whenever he’s ready to leave the trailer” Eddie said instantly easing your mind. You slumped back into the floor, your head on Eddie’s chest, being delicate around his healing wounds. He was here, breathing, alive.
“You think this kid’s gonna resent us for fucking in his room?” And still an idiot. He’s yours though, he kept that promise with a completely not legal wedding and continuing to be the best dad possible to your child.
“What made you fall in love with mommy?” Alex asked. You stopped working on dinner to look over at Eddie with a raised eyebrow. He was hesitant at first but a smile broke out on his face.
“Well, it all started when I saw her in school. Some kids tried to pick on her, but she told them that she would hesitate to… make them sick” you almost snorted at his choice of words. In reality, you said you’d poison them slowly and painfully until they died.
“It was that moment that I fell in love with her, and the pure fire that she is” he smiled.
“Does mommy use her fire still, like a dragon?” She asked. I glared at Eddie, reminding him to choose his words carefully. Sure motherhood mellowed out your intense anger issues, it didn’t mean they depleted. In reality, Eddie liked it in many inappropriate ways that your child will never know about.
“She does, but for very special occasions” he blushed. Smart man.
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„Curtis and Ransom have actually had extensive conversations about his time with Kitten. No major details, but Ransom did thank him.” Ohhhhhhh Thank God i did re-read all the DA AU and find that, now you need to give us some explanation Young Lady 😏😏😏😏
I’m assuming you mean the first man to man, serious conversation with Curtis. Playfully Ransom has asked for details since him and Kitten got together. Curtis knows all that she went through after Andy. Curtis played one of the biggest parts of her life, and he’s continued to remain a part of her life. They’re both very fond of each other. Curtis is protective of Kitten for the rest of her life. She was his last little before he found his and Ari’s Little Princess.
🖤🖤🖤🖤
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Summary: Ransom needs to talk to Curtis...finally
Pairings: Ransom X Curtis
Rating: mildly explicit
Warnings: mentions of Kitten’s abuse, D/s dynamics, mentions of Anders, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.4K
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Ransom’s eyes randomly roam over Curtis’ as he holds onto his daughter. If Curtis didn’t appear to be completely entranced by both Ari and their Little Princess, he might be pissed off that he had the audacity to be here. Every time that the two of you see each other, it’s like an understanding, and Ransom clocks it each time.
He holds tight to his son as Blade chews on the giraffe he just had to have. And then Ransom catches it, a slight lingering of Curtis’ hand on your belly, while he whispers something into your ear. While his husband and wife don’t seem to notice or at least care, Ransom does. “Curtis, you mind helping me with something outside for a moment,” you hand off his smallest of children, Arleigh back to Curtis, and go check on your oldest children.
Curtis follows Ransom outside, when he just sits at a table. “It’s a bit cold out here,” Curtis says, unsure if he’s talking about the weather or the looks Ransom had been giving him this whole trip.
“There’s an outdoor heater right there. Do you think I would bring my son out here?”
Curtis walks over, sitting down, but he can’t stop watching Blade who babbles to his little daughter. “You think they will ever become friends when they’re older?”
“What’s the deal with you and my wife?” Curtis only shrugs, continuing to watch both Blade and Arleigh. “Did you not get enough?”
“It’s not like that.”
“It’s obvious the two of you had sex, and with what I’m gathering, you are a Dom.”
“Does that bother you?” Ransom opens his mouth but closes it quickly. “I couldn’t give your wife this life,” he gestures around the estate, before looking only at Ransom. “And I never wanted it with her.”
“You wanted it with Ari?” he gives him a nod. “Even then?” again Curtis nods. “So the girl is just…?”
“I love them both.”
“Man, that’s fucked up. You were…doing whatever with my wife…”
“She wasn’t your wife then, and I came to you and asked if you were dating. You said no, and didn’t elaborate on if you wanted her. She needed me,” Ransom scoffs, rolling his eyes.
Blade wiggles a bit before he sets the little boy on the ground and he walks over to Curtis, talking a few words to Arleigh, but it’s mostly jibberish. “You didn’t see her.”
“I couldn’t,” Ransom ashamedly answers, staring at Curtis’ boots. “Just from a few sessions, I heard how bad Andy was, I knew. I fucking knew, and I didn’t do anything. I saw it, a bruise. Made a comment and she gave me a lame excuse of how she’s clumsy.”
“She had nightmares. She screamed in the middle of the night and thought he was coming to take the girls.”
“Stop.”
“There were times that she fell asleep standing up in their room because she was afraid he was coming back. She was so eager to please, but so scared. Everything was about someone else’s needs instead of her own.”
“Stop!” Ransom shouts, causing Blade to look at his dad with a pout. He walks back over to him, and when Ransom picks him up, he clings to his neck.
“She needed you, but you weren’t ready. That’s why I stepped in.”
“Daddy cying? Why?” Blade leans back, giving his dad a once over before kissing his nose, “Good daddy,” before leaning back on him. His hand patting at his back.
“You’re having another boy?” Ransom is solemn, paying more attention to the baby in his arms than Curtis. “I knew I was getting into trouble with her. A woman with kids, and one that wanted more kids. You’re giving her that, and it was always you she wanted it with.”
“You bought her a dog.”
Curtis looks into the house, seeing you, his wife and the remaining four children in the floor playing with each other, Axel never far from you. “You don’t think she needs him?”
“She still has nightmares sometimes. That dog sleeps on her side of the bed. Still wakes up to check on our kids, and he follows her around the house.”
“Mine does, too. She’s a mom. That’s what they do. Worry.”
“Why her?” Curtis tilts his head in confusion. “Do you talk to any of your other…things?”
“Submissives?” Ransom gives a solid nod. “No, none were like her. Each is different. None I had to k-i-l-l an ex either. None that waited so long to truly submit to me,” Ransom growls, moving his head to look up at you. Watching as you pet around your little bump.
“So it was sex? Just sex?”
“Not at all,” Ransom slowly takes a deep breath, allowing Blade to shimmy back out of his arms. “Is it just sex between you and her?”
“I love her. You didn’t.”
“You’re in love with her. I love her. She’s amazing, and you know that. She has fought and clawed her way to have the life she always dreamed about, and with you. A man who was a junkie, and scared of his own feelings. But you got clean to be a provider that she deserved. You opened up to be the man that would let her in. You’re amazing.”
“So you had sex with her?”
“I’m not sure how you want me to answer that,” Ransom stares blankly at Curtis, who gives a chuckle. “It wasn’t like it was the first night. I built up that trust with her. Slept in the bed without touching her, until she touched me first. She loves and craves touch. And you were working through your own stuff, and couldn’t be there for her.”
“The biggest mistake of my life.”
“I wouldn’t have wanted you to see her like that,” Ransom’s eyes stay on you. On your daughters, or on Blade. His eyes filling with tears that he refuses to let fall.
“I don’t know why she’s so special to me. We have this bond, that we can’t break. I love her and I’m proud of her. Both of you needed each other, but needed to believe in yourselves first.”
“What did you whisper in her ear?”
“I told her to name Anders after me instead of Jake. Just to piss you off,” Ransom actually chuckles at him. “I actually told her, she’s making a beautiful family. And she looks even more beautiful because she’s happy. Ransom, we may never be best friends, you may always hate me and view me as her ex, but I’m not an ex. I put in the work to show her good men exist. I showed her she can trust men again. I gave her a voice. I gave her that power to tell people no, or what she wanted. For years, it was always about what someone else wanted. And now look at you two. No doubt, you’ll have more babies. It looks good on you. I knew it that night.”
“Which one?” Ransom asks looking over him confused.
“I picked you two up in the cruiser, took you to her apartment when she got answers from Andy. You cared about her so much, but didn’t know what to do. You were scared, pissed, confused, but you loved her.”
“Were you her Dom?”
“I was her teacher,” Curtis holds tight to Arleigh as he begins to stand, getting a bit of a pout from Blade.
“Okay,” Ransom starts, leaning over to pick up his son who keeps repeating Bun. “But were you her Dom?”
“That’s private. Ask your wife.”
“Do you have any tips? I saw that on her wrists. Can I borrow some handcuffs? That’s what it was, huh? What did she call you? She calls me Captain, so am I a Dom?”
“You’re a switch,” Ransom walks faster to step in front of Curtis.
“What?”
“A switch, sweet boy,” he answers playfully slapping Ransom’s cheek.
“Only my Kitten calls me…oh! A switch. Hmm, I didn’t know that was a thing. She has this power over me because she’s got great tits.”
“Tit, tit, tit, tit. Mama! Tit!”
You glare between Ransom and Curtis, wondering just what they were talking about with your sweet boy around. “Hugh Ransom Drysdale, he repeats things now.”
“Mama, baby!” Blade makes grabby hands towards you, and when you hold him close he pats at your belly, the one he always rests on. “Baby, CC. My baby.”
“Mama’s baby is going to be in trouble tonight,” you say to Ransom and Curtis as you turn on your heels.
“Switch energy, huh?”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Only Kitten gets to call me that,” he tells Curtis before chasing after you.
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Putting Baby In The Corner, Chapter 5
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: underage drinking, mentions of being drugged, smut, protected sex.
“Fuck…”
The sun was shining brightly in his eyes, and he was squinting as he tried to gain any sense of where he was or what was going on. Finally putting his arm over his face, the spots of color started to fade away, and small parts of what had happened came back to the forefront of his mind.
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?”
The girls stopped and looked at him. Mary and Jamie were giving Aubrey some sort of drunken pep talk, as she was one of the girls that had to be dropped because of her lower scores, while Rittany and Christine were convincing Lance’s daughter to take another shot. The girls were a mix of giggles and confusion as Lance stared at them through the open doorway. But his daughter’s eyes shot open wide as sobriety hit her in the face.
“D-dad…”
“This stops now,” Lance growled, walking over to the portable speaker and shutting it off, “What the hell is going on here? All of you are under the age of twenty-one. A lot of you are barely eighteen years old. Why is there booze and-“
“COACH TUCKER!” one of the male gymnasts grinned, cutting the angry coach off. He went to wrap his arm around the man, but Lance side-stepped him, and pushed him to the floor. He stumbled around on the ground, fumbling for footing until he was on his hands and knees. Lance kicked the drunken teen over again and he groaned as the coach turned his attention back towards the girls.
“ALL OF YOU ARE BEING A DISGRACE TO WHAT THIS CIRCUIT STANDS FOR!” He yelled, enraged by what was going on around him. The girls looked at him guiltily as he continued, “THIS CIRCUIT IS NOT SOME PARTY TRAIN THAT GOES TOURING AROUND THE US SO THAT YOU RUB IT IN THE FACES OF THE OTHERS WHO ARE TRAINING THEIR ASSES OFF! IT’S SO THAT WE CAN FIND THE BEST GYMNASTS IN THE COUNTRY AND TAKE THEM TO THE OLYMPICS SO THAT WE CAN BRING HOME THE GOLD!”
“Dad, I-“
Lance glared at his daughter and her mouth closed. He frowned, looking at the others, “All of you need to go back to your rooms, right now!”
“Coach T-“
“Do you want me to call your parents and inform them of what you’ve all been doing? I know your mother would be very disappointed in knowing that after she gave up the coaching position her daughter was slacking off and doing this. Do you want her to find out about that, Mary?” he asked, cutting Mary off. She paled at the thought, “that’s what I thought. Now all of you, leave this room unless it’s the one that was assigned to you. In other words, my girls, get the fuck out!”
“C’mon, Coach T,” Aubrey begged drunkenly as she latched onto the man, “we wanna-wanna party. You’re being a major downer. Wh-what about you being a cute, fun coach?”
Lance frowned as the eighteen-year-old hiccupped uncontrollably.
“I’m calling your parents,” he said softly, unable to yell at the drunken woman who would no doubt not remember what was going on by tomorrow morning. He sighed, putting a hand on her shoulder, “can you walk back to your room, Aubrey?”
“She can barely stand,” Mary admitted nervously, “that’s why she’s holding onto you Coach T.”
“Jesus,” he groaned with a frown. He looked to Jamie, “the two of you get back to your rooms. I’m going to take Aubrey back to mine to make sure she sobers up and doesn’t choke on her own vomit…is anyone else this drunk? If you are speak now, and you’re coming back to my room to sleep it off, so I can make sure that none of you die of alcohol poisoning before our next stops.”
The girls shook their heads with serious looks, all of them nearly sobering up at the thought of being caught drinking by their coach.
“Come on, Aubrey,” he sighed, lugging the teenager out of the room. He waited until the rest of the girls had filed out and started walking ahead of him. Then he scooped her up and followed the end of the line, “if I find out that any of you are partying again while we do the circuit you’re going to be immediately cut from the team, is that understood?”
“Yes Coach Tucker.”
“Yes.”
“Yeah.”
“Good,” he replied. He followed the girls down the hall, making sure each one of them made it to their rooms, until finally, he reached the last one before his own where Tiff was giving him the sad eyes, “no…no you don’t get to give me the sad eyes Tiffany Marie Tucker.”
“W-we’re sorry dad.”
“No, you’re not,” he grumbled, “you’re just sad that you got caught!”
“I-I just wanted to fit in with the rest of them.”
“Tiff…you don’t need to give into th-“
The door opened, and Lance was surprised to see Anya. His breath hitched in his throat as she crossed her arms at her younger friend and her crop top lifted, catching right below her breasts. Lance discretely watched her, and admired the curves between her top and the low-riding short shorts, “I told you this would happen, Tiff…”
“Di-did you tell him?”
“No…but I told you eventually he’d find out.”
“You knew about this?”
Her eyes shot to his and he felt like he lost his breath yet again. She shook her head, “what they do outside of the gym is none of my business, Coach Tucker. I don’t ask questions when I don’t care about what it is.”
The two stared at one another for a moment as Tiff crossed her arms, “I-I didn’t drink much…I swear.”
“But the point is that you did drink,” she grumbled, grabbing her friend’s arm, “Now come on, Tiff…let’s sober you up…I’ve got a bottle of aspirin and water for the morning…but you need some coffee.”
“I needed to get Brett’s d-“
The speed at which Anya moved shocked Lance as she rushed to cover her friends’ mouth.
“You dumb drunk bitch your dad is right there.”
“Which one is Brett?” Lance asked curiously, suddenly feeling his paternal instincts kicking in.
“No one, Coach T,” she smiled sweetly, batting her eyes at him. Lance forgot about the teen in his arms momentarily as his heart fluttered at Anya. She grabbed Tiff and closed the door behind her after pulling her into the room, “good night, Coach T.”
Lance looked around himself and he sighed. There was a pounding in his head, one that he recognized all too well from nights alone. After he’d taken Aubrey to his room, and she’d settled in he’d poured himself a drink or two before stepping into the shower.
Only, he didn’t realize that Aubrey hadn’t fallen asleep, and when he went to shower, she’d drugged his drink. He hadn’t realized it until it was too late.
Lance tried to balance himself as he stepped out of the shower. He couldn’t explain why, but he felt lightheaded. Way more lightheaded than two drinks should have made him.
“Coach Tucker are you alright?” the still tipsy girl asked him. Lance furrowed his brows and tried to squint, focusing on the eighteen-year-old.
“Ho-how did you get in my room?” he asked, not remembering what had happened earlier, “Wh-what are you doing here Aubrey?”
“I’m here for you,” she giggled, nearing him. Lance felt confusion rush over him as she sauntered towards him, clad in only her bra and underwear. Suddenly, she wasn’t as drunk as she had been only twenty minutes ago. Lance frowned as he watched her. She cocked her head to the side with a sweet look, “don’t you remember?”
“I-I don’t remember,” he admitted groggily, “Wh-what’s going on?”
But Lance’s question was answered by Aubrey slamming her lips against his. Lance lost his balance and his towel fell away from him as his back hit the wall.
“God, I’ve wanted you so bad Lance. I want you so bad, Coach Tucker,” she moaned softly, biting his bottom lip. Lance moaned, not having had anyone but his own hand in quite a while, “don’t even care that you’re older…or about that stupid fucking tattoo. I want you. I wanna feel you, Lance!”
“W-want me?” Lance moaned as she made her way down his neck and started kissing his pecs. He moaned again, giving in to the satisfaction of not being alone for once. His eyes rolled back into his head as she giggled, kissing a line down the center of his abs and towards his cock, “y-you wanna feel all this, baby girl?”
“I wanna feel the supposed god of gymnastics,” she taunted, knowing that it would drive Lance up a wall, “wanna prove what you’ve got, coach?”
Lance growled as he picked her up, her hips instantly wrapping around his waist and locking against him as her heels dug into the flesh of his ass.
“Jesus, dad…what the hell.”
Lance’s head shot up as he reached for a pillow so that he could cover himself, “Tiff…what the hell are you doing? Get out?”
“It’s 12 pm dad,” Tiff replied. Lance’s eyes widened as they shot to the clock that said 12:08, “check out time was supposed to be an hour ago and we were supposed to be on the road…if you don’t get up, we’re going to miss our flights to Ohio.”
“Shit,” he cursed, leaning forward. Lance groaned when he felt the sensation around his cock. The full condom had slid off his softened member but had stayed nestled against his thigh. But when he moved it shifted, spilling its contents all over himself, “I-I have to shower. Get out!”
“At least you used a condom with her,” Tiff frowned, walking out of the room, “you have fifteen minutes before I send Anya in to knock your ass into shape dad…please don’t let my best friend see your cock too. She’s innocent enough and doesn’t need that kind of trauma. Get ready so we can leave.”
Chapter 6
#putting baby in the corner#coach lance tucker#dilf lance tucker#lance tucker smut#lance tucker#the bronze#the olympics#olympics#gymnast#gymnastics
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Gossip Girl Reboot 2x04: Quotes
- “I’m gonna take you behind the scenes of moments that looked perfect but were actually painful. Curated instead of experienced. (...) for the truth about how hard “marking it look easy” is on the people who love you.” (Julien)
- “Well, I used to use it to perpetuate a whole bunch of lies to help people feel bad about themselves. But now I’m trying this thing called honestly, you know? Pulling back the façade. Exposing the lies beneath.” (Julien)
- “I simply thought I would extend it as a sort of interpersonal olive branch to repair whatever wrong foot she and I got off on. (Kate)
- Right, because telling someone their husband is cheating on them always makes them like you.” (Wendy)
- “First he shuts down in bed, and now he’s lying to us. My spidey senses are tingling, Hope. And not in a good way.” (Max)
- “I felt that chill from here. (Audrey)
- Okay, so it’s not just me. (Julien)
- No. No. He’s definitely avoiding you. Just like old times!” (Audrey)
- “Are they on the agenda? (Monet)
- It’s just one simple question. We don’t need an appointment for that. (Shan)
- Have you ever heard of precedence? If we do it for you, we have to do it for anyone. And we do not do things for anyone. Do I look like Cupid for poors? Kindly move along. (Monet)
- The lower steps are getting bold.” (Monet’s minion)
- “Queen D, I know your dress code said only designer khakis, but Matches, Mr. Porter, and Essence sold out in my sample size, so I had no choice but to Rag and Bone. I kneel before thee as a sign of remorse. It’ll never happen again.” (Student in front of Monet)
- “They’re expecting to be excoriated. (Monet’s minion)
- Were you actually serious? (Monet’s minion)
- What.. When am I ever not? Yes, I mean, too many restrictions is turning people against me. (Monet)
- If you want what she has, you have to rule with an open hand. Not an iron fist.” (Luna)
- “Hey, it’s fine. He’s just a guy. No. He... iIt’s just a distraction from all the shit in my life. It’s not real.” (Zoya)
- “I mean, who’s even paying for them? Make-a-Wish?” (Monet)
- “Luna, what would you do? (Monet)
- Recast?” (Luna)
- “As promised, I’m here taking your questions about love, loneliness, and the moments in between. Questions are open.” (Julien)
- “So if you want someone to hate... (Zoya)
- Right. Here’s the thing. Why give you his phone number when he’s just going to say no? Haven’t you heard I’m benevolent now? I’m sparing you pain.” (Monet)
- “If she won’t give it up, we’ll just have to take it.” (Shan)
- “Ooh. This comment’s interesting. “Have you ever been interested in someone who was unavailable?” (Julien)
- Trick question. Is anyone ever emotionally available? (Luna)
- Do dead men count? What? No way I’m alone here.” (Audrey)
- “You say a word of this to anyone, I’ll have you all exiled to Exeter. All of you.” (Monet)
- “I want fresh ginger tea. And when I say fresh ginger, I mean make it yourself.” (Monet)
- “Besides, it’s your word against mine, and your word means nothing anymore.” (Grace)
- “Dating before Valentine’s Day is just a game of musical chairs. Seats swap, partners change, and options are eliminated.” (Gossip Girl)
- “Being liked is awful.” (Monet)
- “I had to see more. (Max)
- Just be honest with us. (Audrey)
- We can get through anything if we’re honest with each other. (Max)
- From the two people who secretly tailed me, violated my privacy, and tried to break into my phone? Is that the kind of honestly you mean? Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought.” (Aki)
- “Dad! Have you no sense of decency or discretion?” (Monet)
- “That’s not it at all. I’ve just... I’ve just been a little messed up lately, and... (Shan)
- And you wanted me to feel as miserable as you do? (Zoya)
- Well, maybe I’m miserable because I’m keeping a fucking secret I shouldn’t be!” (Shan)
- “Your privilege has afforded you the ability to live your life as a proud, out, young Black woman in a country where none of those things come easily. But they come easily for you because of me. So you have no right to question how your father and I live our lives, just like we have never... questioned how you live yours. My only regret is that you chose a public place to make a mess. But that is what you are growing into. A mess.” (Monet’s mother)
- “Even I didn’t see that twincest coming.” (Luna)
- “The parents are the true monsters. The kids are simply modeling their behaviour.” (Kate)
- “What if I don’t want to be loved? Love only exposes you to trouble. Isn’t it better to hate and be hated? (Monet)
- No. Not at all. (Luna)
- I want to be loved. (Monet)
- Me, too. Me fucking too.” (Luna)
- “There’s no such thing as a love story. Because for it to be a story, it would have to have a beginning, a middle, and an end. And love doesn’t end. It changes. It grows. It dims, and it dies. But even then, it’s never over. It lives in your shadows, waiting to wake you in the middle of the night... to tap you on your shoulder when you least expect it. A splinter you can never get out. Each love is a crime that haunts us and we pile up crimes as we go. And while we tell ourselves we’ll never get caught, we know we always will. It’s only a matter of time till we commit our next crime. And this one, we swear... will be our last.” (Gossip Girl)
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Special guest:
Dream (played by @heliianth)
[Dream grabs Fundy by the arm]
Fundy! You're a long way from L'manberg.
let go of me! fuck off!
Woah, hey! Calm down, calm down.
let go of my arm, then!
[Dream lets go and holds both hands up in the air]
Look! No hard feelings. Long time no see, Fundy! What're you doing out here, outside of your little box?
what does it matter? i’m not doing anything. and don’t insult l’manberg like that.
I mean, you're out here sneaking around, getting defensive when I ask you what you're up to. All I'm saying is this is my place. I'd like to know what's going on in my house, Fundy.
that’s a bit hypocritical, isn’t it, dream? what, you get to sneak around l’manberg but i don’t get to do the same?
Sneak—sneak around L'manberg? Y'know, that's a pretty serious accusation. Do I need to bring up to your president the terms of our treaty, or are you gonna be a grown up and say a few words so I can get off your back?
it’s not an accusation, it’s a fact. tommy saw you sneaking around, and d- our president already knows all about it.
[Dream steps into Fundy's space]
This is ridiculous.
so stuff from our houses just disappeared into thin air coincidentally at the same time that tommy saw you within the walls? it all just vanished?
Well, Tommy is always finding things to blame on me; why would I steal anything from you? You'd think your president would ask him about his stealing habit. But this is irrelevant, Fundy, it's obvious you're hiding something, hm? You could've been out of here by now.
i just want our stuff back. the stuff that you stole.
Were you just going to take things without even trying to ask? That's a pattern y'know; is it finally time your box expanded? You're making this difficult. I come in peace on my own land and get... slandered!
you literally weren’t even using the land where l’manberg is. you’re the one that started all of this! just give us our stuff back!
I may or I may not. What are you going to do? I think I deserve to be in on the loop. As a neighbor, right?
in the loop about what.
You're smart, figure it out.
i don’t know what you’re talking about, and even if i did i wouldn’t tell you.
I guess I'll just go ask someone else, then. It actually might be fun to see Tommy again, maybe talk about the consequences of spreading rumors. Do you need me to walk you home?
[Dream grabs Fundy's arm again, tugging him in the direction of the door]
fuck you! stay away from tommy!
You're not exactly in the position to be telling me what to do. C'mon now.
where are we going? l’manberg is that way.
Oh, the courthouse. You remember that, right? Well, I did some renovations and it'll be perfect for you to stay in for a few days while we figure this out.
are you fucking kidnapping me? let me go!
[He yanks on Fundy's arm to make him stumble, stopping so he can make eye contact]
I've been very kind and hospitable considering I'm protecting my country from law breakers, Fundy. So it's that or the bottom of this lake.
[fundy glares back]
what, you’re going to kill me?
Are you going to be good?
[he pauses, weighing his options]
…fuck you. fine.
See? It's not that hard to listen.
[They start walking again]
my dad’s gonna come for me. you’re not gonna get away with this.
Oh, what is he going to do? "Dream, you can't enforce laws! Dream, you have to make exceptions for us!" We'll deal with this like adults instead of demanding handouts.
they weren’t laws, you just made up rules after we did stuff! you’re a tyrant, dream.
To be fair, I wasn't going around saying I owned things. I'm not calling people names. I guess I can't expect respect back... that's fine. I will just have a little chat with your president and the child and you can go free, isn't that diplomatic?
sure, it could be considered that, if you didn’t know the definition of diplomacy.
Hm.
[His grip gets harsher the closer they get to the courthouse. When they arrive, he lets go and pushes Fundy, not forcefully, into one of the reinforced cells.]
hey, watch it!
Y'know... maybe the peace and quiet will teach you something.
[Dream cranks a lever and gives a small wave as an obsidian door slams between them, leaving Fundy in the dark]
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I could request a smut with draco post war, where he and his wife (reader) have tried to have sex but their young children always interrupt them in some way, so they give it to cissy to take care of so they can have privacy. Thank you and only if you feel comfortable writing this request😊😊
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a/n : hi! thank you for requesting! this one is a really cute idea 😂💞
draco twisted the doorknob entering the house with his sleeping 5 year old son on his hips, the familiar scent tickling his nose as he step into their house, a smile crept up to his face as he sees the mother of his kid busying herself in the kitchen.
“hi dray, he’s asleep?” y/n whispers, walking to her husband, examining their son and she smiles as she sees her son sleeping peacefully resting his head on his father’s shoulder.
“he is, love. i think he got exhausted after playing all day in the park, lemme put this little guy on his bed first okay?” draco said as he kisses her forehead before heading into his son’s bedroom.
draco put scorpius carefully on his bed, pulling the cover up to his small body, he chuckles internally as he watched that scorpius is a spitting image of him. he left a kiss on his forehead as he closed the door quietly then head downstairs going back to his wife.
“hey, how’s your day? i miss you so much, love” draco put his hand around y/n’s waist startling her, he buried his face onto the crook of her neck inhaling his favorite scent making her giggles.
“i miss you too, dray. its been lovely, how about you hmm? did you have fun with our little guy?” y/n said not turning back as she still chopping the carrots.
“we did but he kinda took out all of my energy, you know what that means, right?” draco smirked as he pressed her back closer to his chest, his hands started to groping around her body.
“d-draco scorpius is s-sleeping” y/n said between her moans as her husband pressed her ass against his crotch and rubbing it behind her, she gripped the knife harder.
“then we’ll have to be quiet” he turns her around pushing her back against the table carefully, quickly catching her lips on his, kissing his wife hungrily moaning instantly into the kiss. she broke the kiss to catch some breath.
“f-fuck y/n” draco let out a whispered moan into her ear as he starts grinding his boner on her core, y/n throw her head back in pleasure feeling butterflies errupted in her stomach as he starts to trailing kisses down on her neck and still grinding on her.
“god its been so long since the last time, baby. i cant believe we managed to last that long” y/n chuckles at his words but turns into a hitched moan as draco pulled down the straps of her dress and latching his lips onto her nipple sucking on it, she interlocked her hand with his hair.
“no bra, yeah? as if you know you were gonna get fucked” y/n bites down her bottom lip, her eyes never leaving her husband who started to go down kissing her stomach, she gets more excited as he lifts up the bottom of her dress and kissing her inner thighs.
“d-draco please-” y/n hooked one of her leg onto his shoulder as he pushes her panties aside, he was about to gives all her craving but-
“mommy, daddy!” both of them froze as they heard a small footsteps approaching them, they quickly redressing themselves and act normal as their son run to y/n, hugging her leg.
“whats wrong baby?” y/n asked worriedly as she gets down on his level, patting his head.
“i’m having a nightmare mommy” she places soft kisses to all over his face to calm him down then she looks at draco who still held the frustation on his face, she wanted to laugh but she remember that her baby needs her right now.
“c’mon daddy lets put scorpius back in his room” y/n teasingly said running her fingers on his cheek, draco clenched his jaw gritting his teeth as he realizes what his wife playing at.
“you’re gonna regret that, babygirl” draco whispers into her ear as she walking the three of them to scorpius’s bedroom, he walked behind her and squeezing her ass, he smirks when he heard her gasped.
after an hour of reading scorpius a book, telling him a story, he finally gets back into his sleep but y/n and draco are too tired to continuing what they were about to do in the kitchen.
y/n look up to her husband who already staring at her, her mouth agape as she watches draco mouthed “i’m still horny” to her. holding out her laughter she shook her head.
“not now draco, we almost get caught by our son” y/n said quietly cant help but chuckles lowly when she sees draco whining and rubbing his face in frustration.
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the next day comes, draco was sitting on his chair working through something, a quill on his hand and a parchment in front of him. then he heard rustling behind him, he turns around to find his beloved wife, only in a towel.
y/n gives him a wink and motioning him to come over making draco gulped, he made his way to her as fast as possible then pulling her closer by her waist, his lips immediately founding hers, his hand goes to unwrap the towel and it falls down onto the floor.
draco let out a grunts as he sees y/n’s exposed body he was getting hard by the seconds, he grabbed her by her thighs and placed her on his desk. his hands roaming around her body.
y/n moans softly when she feels draco sucking on her nipple, his hand playing with the other and his free hand rubbing her clit collecting the wetness, he brought his fingers into his mouth sucking it hungrily making y/n whimpers at his action. draco was about to pulls down his sweatpants until he heard a soft knocks on the door, he groaned in frustration.
“mommy, daddy? i’m so bored, can we go get an ice cream?” scorpius yelled behind the door making draco frustrated more.
y/n melted at her son’s voice, quickly getting a piece of clothes and putting it on, draco look at her in disbelief.
“are you serious, y/n?” draco loves his son so much but he always had a bad timing.
“draco he wants to get an ice cream, i cant say no to him, later okay? now c’mon” y/n chuckles at his pouted face, she kisses the tip of his nose and leading him with her to approaching their child.
after hours taking a walk and getting an ice cream per their son’s wishes, they go back to the house.
draco took a seat on the couch in their living room reading daily prophet while his wife and his kid starts to playing together in front of him, enjoying their day off but suddenly an owl barging into the house making the three of them turning their heads at it. draco raised his eyebrows in confusion as he takes the letter from the owl.
y/n rose up from the floor wanting to see who was sending them a letter, scorpius still unbothered playing with his toys.
“oh its from mother” draco said as he opened the enveloped.
Dear Draco & Y/n,
How are you? I havent heard anything about the three of you, I sent this letter to tell you both that Lucius & I missed our grandchild so much, I was hoping that he could stay for a little bit in the Manor, we wanted to spend some time with him. I wish you all healthiness as always.
Narcissa.
“perfect.” draco smirked as he finishes reading his mothers’ letter looking up to his wife with a sly grin making her blush.
“scorp?” he called out his son smiling at him as scorpius turning his head to listen to his father.
“do you want to stay with your grandmother and grandfather? they said they missed you and will be happy if you’re staying with them for awhile.”
“really? of course yes dad!! i missed them so much, mommy please pack my stuff” scorpius shouted happily, jumping around with his toy in his hand making his parents laugh at their boy’s cuteness.
in the evening, draco, y/n and scorpius apparated to the Malfoy Manor. lucius and narcissa already waiting at the front door welcoming the little family happily. scorpius runs to his grandmother and she picked him up kissing his cheeks.
“draco, y/n aren’t you staying too?” lucius asked as he watched the couple didnt go inside with them.
“uh father actually we were kinda busy- the work is stuffing up our faces.. but thank you for willing to take care of scorpius” draco nervously said as lucius looked at them in confusion but after connecting the dots together, he nods giving his son a smirk.
“sure sure, have fun you two” y/n widen her eyes but quickly laughed it off, the pair blushing madly because of draco’s father words but draco hurriedly takes her hand in his and apparating back to their house saving them from embarrassment.
as they appeared back in their house draco opened the door and shoving his wife inside kicking the door behind them as he pushed y/n against it.
“woah woah slow down draco” y/n laughs at her husband aggressiveness but interrupted by his lips capturing hers, she returns the kiss with the same passion, moans slipped off of her as draco undressing both of them.
“fuck- i cant take it anymore baby wanna take you right here right now” draco places wet kisses on her neck, marking every inch of her skin. he slowly get down after he finished assaulting her neck, continuing what he was doing yesterday, but now without any interruptions.
“draco.. oh- fuck” y/n couldnt control her moans anymore as draco drowned his head between her thighs eating her out making his wife squirming and scratching on the door.
draco let out a hum at the taste of her, he was hungry he eats her out like a starved men, its not only for her but for his pleasure too. y/n’s moan ringing in his ear filling the house making he gets more hungrier, he inserts his fingers into her thrusting and curling them inside of her making her body shake, his tongue skillfully playing with her clit.
“oh my god draco.. i-im so close!” y/n warned him, she was closer than she thought, after she said that she felt her orgasm snapped through her body, a loud moan of her husband’s name escaped her lips, it feels too good.
“fuck i missed this, babygirl. taste so fucking delicious.” draco hummed as he lapping up her juices closing his eyes at the taste, he was longing for it.
draco stand up after he finished, looking at y/n who was still catching her breath, he chuckles deeply before reconnecting their lips, shoving his tongue down her throat letting her taste herself, he squeezes her ass giving it a few slaps before placing one of her legs on his waist and he starts to lining his cock on her glistening cunt. whimpers and begging came out from her mouth.
“h-holyfuck y/n feels so good” draco groans as he bottomed fully inside her letting her adjust for a second before picking up his pace, he starts to rocked in and out of her, her walls clenching and squeezing hard around him making it impossible for him to last longer.
y/n’s body bouncing up and down uncontrollably against the door, all she cares now was getting her high again and feeling her husband’s cum filling her up. she rolled her hips fucking him back, loud moan left her lips as the head of his brushing her spot, draco took a notice and pounding harder into thek spot making her seeing the stars.
“fuck fuck fuck y/n im gonna fucking come if you keep doing that.” draco wrapped both of her legs on his waist the new angle making his cock going deeper inside her, he screams her name as y/n starts to pulsing around him signaling she was close, he sneaked one of his hand and rubbed a small circle on her clit making her body jolted out at the double pleasure.
“yes- yes.. oh my god im cumming daddy!” y/n doesnt care about her words anymore as she lets her second orgasms washed over her- wait no she’s.. she just squirted all over draco.
“holy shit! that was so fucking hot.. gonna give you all of my cum until you carry my second child.. f-fuck y/n take all of me!” draco screams her name out loud as he stilled, shooting all of his semen into his wife filling her womb non stop until some of it dripped out of her but he quickly pushing it back inside not letting it go to waste.
draco is still inside her, both of their bodies shaking from their intense orgasms. y/n look up to him, sweats running on his forehead, his blonde hair messy, mouth hung open to steadying his breath, he looks like a god.
they continue their activities for a whole days, now without interruptions. rounds after rounds, on the couch, on the desk, against the walls, in their room, in the bathroom, basically everywhere in their house, it was like they were making up for the lost times.
and a month after, lucius and narcissa were given a news, that draco and y/n are expecting their second child.
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Your Dad, My Daddy
Pairing: Ukai Keishin x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ smut, age gap, older man/younger woman, barely legal, squirting, rough sex, daddy kink, alcohol mention, questionable ethics, d/s dynamics, overstimulation, degrading language, touch of subspace, unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight dubcon if you squint but it’s all consensual, Ukai’s dick is pierced, exhibitionism(?)
Genre: Smut, just so much smut
Word count: 9.4k
Author’s note: Here is my contribution to the new HQHQ collab!! You can find the masterlist right here! Big big thank you to @sempiternal-amour and @inaflashimagine for beta-ing this monster fic, ilysm <3 This is so incredibly self-indulgent, I even inserted my nickname ~for spice~. Anyways, enjoy my incoherent screaming uwu
Summary: When you go over to your friend’s house for a study session you don’t anticipate meeting her very attractive father, and you surely don’t anticipate the very same man fucking you over their couch.
“Hey, I apologize in advance for anything weird my dad says or does. You know how dads are,” Hitomi explains as she pulls into the driveway of her house.
It’s small but nice and well-manicured, situated in the cul de sac of a middle-class suburb.
“Dad, we’re here,” she shouts up the stairs, setting her keys on the small table next to the front door. Hitomi’s gaze drifts to the tall, dark haired man sitting at the kitchen table and your own gaze soon follows. “Oh, there you are.”
She quickly pecks the man on his cheek before walking over to the shiny silver fridge, pulling out a couple bottles of water. “Dad, this is Bunny, Bunny this is Dad,” she gestures between the two of you.
When her father glances up from his phone to give you a nod of acknowledgement, you’re taken aback by how handsome he is.
You can tell from the slight wrinkles around his lips and the crinkles by his eyes that he’s definitely a much older man, but other than that he’s flawless. The angle of his jaw is sharp but soft, lower face darkened by his five o’clock shadow. His chocolate brown eyes are complemented by plump, pink lips that would look even better swollen and shiny with saliva. Dark, shiny locks are gathered into a low ponytail and you wonder how they would feel fisted in your fingers. He’s gorgeous in a rugged, mature way that boys your age aren’t and could never hope to be.
Hitomi never told you her dad was hot but then again, why would she?
“Mr. Ukai, it’s nice to meet you,” you greet him.
He waves his hand in the air dismissively, “Ah, you can just call me Keishin. No need to be so formal.”
Hitomi mutters a frustrated “shit” under her breath and it takes you a few moments to tear your eyes away from the man in front of you.
“I left my textbook in the car, I have to go grab it,” she sighs then turns to her dad. “You, don’t scare off my friend, please.”
Keishin puts a hand on his heart, a falsely serious expression on his face. “I won’t, scout’s honor.”
She just rolls her eyes, exiting the kitchen the same way you entered. The front door slams shut, leaving you alone with your friend’s very hot dad.
Keishin looks up at you then quickly looks away, unsure how to interact with his daughter’s friends. “So is, uh, Bunny your real name?” he asks, nervously rubbing the back of his head.
Leaning against the table he’s seated at, you fold your arms across your chest, fully aware of how low cut your top is. You don’t miss the way his eyes briefly flicker down to your cleavage then back up to your face. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow at him.
“I… I’m just trying to make conversation,” he laughs nervously.
“Hm, well, the short answer is no. You’ll have to get to know me a bit better before I give you the long answer.”
He snorts, pushing his chair back and rising to his full height. “What gave you the confidence to speak like this to your elders?”
Taking a step towards him, you twirl a piece of hair around your finger and shyly peer up at him through your lashes. “I don’t know, but maybe you can teach me how to behave.”
A light blush colors his cheeks and his eyes widen with surprise. “I-I don’t know what you’re implying, but it’s not... appropriate,” he stutters, taking a step backwards to try to put some distance between you.
You sidle up to him, reaching out a hand to caress his well-muscled arm. When he makes no move to stop your petting, you bite your lip and get on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “Who said we had to be appropriate?”
His mouth is slightly agape, lips moving every so often, as if he wants to say something but doesn’t. “I—” he starts.
The sound of the front door slamming open makes you both jump apart, trying to appear as casual as possible.
“I got it! We can go study now,” Hitomi proclaims, waving the book around in her hands. She glances at you, then at her father and notices the way you’re completely turned away from each other. “Oh my God, Dad, what did you do?” she groans.
He holds up both hands in surrender, shaking his head emphatically. “I didn’t do anything! Why do you always think I did something?”
Your friend strides over to lightly punch his shoulder, a disapproving but loving expression on her face. “Because you’re weird and lame. Besides, between you and Bunny, I’m always going to assume that you’re the guilty party.”
You find yourself chuckling at their banter, touched by how close they are. It’s evident that Hitomi and Keishin care a lot about each other, regardless of how much they tease each other and guilt twists in your gut when you remind yourself that you were flirting with him. She likely wouldn’t forgive you for trying to sleep with her dad and it would cause a great deal of damage to their relationship, possibly beyond repair if she knew he was into girls her age. To make matters worse, you’re two years her junior. What man would sleep with a girl younger than his daughter?
But your morals are tossed right out the window when you take in the sight of Keishin’s radiant smile—all straight, white teeth and eyes that shine like pools of dark honey. It’s in that moment that you decide you’re going to seduce that man if it’s the last thing you do.
Sorry, Hitomi. Kind of.
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“Okay, so L-Tyrosine is one of the twenty amino acids used by the body to synthesize proteins. It is also an aromatic amino acid derived from phenylalanine by hydroxylation in the para position—oof!” Hitomi’s droning is cut off by the pillow you send hurtling towards her head.
You sit up on her bed, squealing obnoxiously as you stretch. “Hitomi, I love you, but please shut up. My brain is melting. We’ve been at this for three hours now, can we take a break?”
She closes the textbook in her lap and pushes it to the edge of her desk. “Fine, fine. We can take a twenty minute break, but we have to go right back to studying because finals are this week and I cannot afford to fail,” your friend warns, despite how she whips out her phone at lightning speed.
Picking at a stray thread on the comforter, you gently try to get her attention, “Hey, Tomi?”
“Hm?” she responds, barely glancing up from the video she’s watching.
You’re not sure how to broach the subject, but you’ve never been one to beat around the bush so you just come right out and say it. “Has anyone told you your dad’s kinda hot?”
That makes her stop, her head jerking up from her phone at lightning speed. “What!? That old geezer?” She sounds dumbfounded, incredulous at the prospect that someone would be interested in her father.
“Yeah girl, he’s a total DILF,” you confess, making a little fanning motion with your hand like you’re burning up inside just thinking about him, and it’s not that far from the truth.
Hitomi makes no effort to hide her feelings, disgust clearly evident in her delicate features. “Ew! You have to be joking. Please tell me you’re joking.”
“I’m not joking! He’s really sexy,” you muse dreamily.
She claps both hands over her ears, yelling at the top of her lungs to drown you out. “I never want to hear you say that my old man is ‘sexy’ ever again!”
You childishly stick your tongue out at her. “Hey! I’m just speaking the truth. You have to have had friends say the same thing.”
Removing her hands from her ears, she brings one up to stroke her chin, seemingly deep in thought. “Now that I think about it, back in high school my friends were a lot more enthusiastic about coming over once they met my father.”
You feel vindicated by her personal testimony, even if she thinks you’re gross. “See? I’m not the only one who finds your dad ridiculously attractive.”
Hitomi gags dramatically as if she’s going to puke and judging by the look on her face, she just might. “Please, no more, I’m begging you.”
“Fine, fine I’ll stop, but don’t act surprised when I become your new stepmom,” you tease, wiggling your eyebrows at her.
“You’re younger than me, don’t even joke about that,” she shudders in horror. “Okay, with that we need to get back to studying amino acids and proteins.”
“Whatever you say, future stepdaughter.” You muster your best motherly voice, sickeningly sweet and a touch passive aggressive.
This time, it’s Hitomi’s turn to throw a pillow at you.
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Since the day you met Keishin, you haven’t been able to get him off your mind. Even when you’re in class trying to learn about the sodium-potassium pump, you find your thoughts drifting to his hands, his lips, him. He’s simply become too distracting to ignore.
More times than you care to admit, you’ve fucked yourself with your fingers to thoughts of how his fingers would feel pumping inside you. You fantasize about how his hand would feel around your neck, squeezing with just enough pressure to make your vision hazy. His name is always on the tip of your tongue when you orgasm and when you finally let yourself moan out ‘Keishin,’ you know enough is enough. A man his age has to know exactly how to make a woman scream and writhe in pleasure, but you need to experience it for yourself or you’ll die trying.
You’re not oblivious to the way he looks at you with hunger and longing in his eyes, you know he wants you too and you’re not above using dirty tricks to show him just how much you want him.
If he’s too proud, too noble to give in to his urges, you’ll just have to break him. His resolve may be strong, but yours is stronger.
Your efforts begin innocently enough, gently probing him for more information about himself so you can get to know him better.
“I’ve noticed you don’t wear a ring. Is there a Mrs. Ukai in the picture?” you ask innocently.
Keishin clears his throat a bit too loudly, refusing to meet your questioning gaze. “Nah. It’s just me and Tomi, always has been.”
“Any… future Mrs. Ukai in the picture?”
The corners of his lips twitch slightly, the barest of smiles tugging at his handsome features. “Can’t say there is. Between the store and coaching volleyball, I don’t really have the time to date.”
You nod and make a noise of acknowledgement, relieved by the confirmation that he is in fact very, very single. You’re a lot of things, but you’re not a homewrecker.
On another occasion, you’re seated on their plush leather couch and Keishin’s in the well-worn La-Z-Boy recliner to your left. You’re watching some Adam Sandler movie on Netflix, but it’s paused while Hitomi is in the bathroom.
You take your alone time together as an opportunity to question him more, toeing the line of what would be considered proper. “So, Keishin, how old are you? I know Tomi’s twenty-one so you must be…” you trail off, hoping he’ll humor you.
He takes a swig of the beer in his hand and your eyes instinctively flicker down to watch the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Old.”
You roll your eyes and prop your chin up on your hand, readjusting your position on the couch so you’re leaning closer to him. “Obviously, but just how old?”
“Why do you want to know so badly?” he asks, head tilted and a well-groomed eyebrow lifted questioningly.
“I was just wondering if you’re older than my dad,” you tease.
His shoulders shake slightly as he chuckles, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I’m forty-four. Do I have him beat?”
“He’s forty-two, so just barely.” Your steady, unwavering eyes lock onto his own, which are glassy and unfocused from the alcohol. When he brings the bottle to his lips once more, you nonchalantly add, “Maybe I should call you Daddy instead.”
Keishin coughs and sputters in surprise, causing him to choke on his beverage and a spray of sticky beer splatters across your face.
Apologies tumble out of his mouth as soon as he realizes that your cheeks and hair are dripping with the craft IPA he was drinking. “I-I’m so sorry! I’ll get you a towel,” he blurts, shooting up from his chair.
In his panic and embarrassment, he rushes toward the linen closet and you can’t help the giggles that escape your mouth at how uncoordinated he is, now several drinks in. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s not that big of a deal,” you reassure him, wiping your face with the back of your hand for emphasis.
He returns from the rummaging around the hall closet, a dark blue towel in his hand, which he offers to you with a nod of his head.
No matter your protests and assurances that you’re fine, Keishin is even more insistent in offering you the towel to clean yourself up. When you refuse to take the towel from him, he kneels down next to you and leans in to dab at the foamy liquid that has soaked into your hair.
Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his fingers on your jaw and you almost squeak at his close proximity. He hasn’t let you near him since your first encounter and now he’s right in front of you, so close that his breath curls around your cheeks, smelling of malted hops and the slightest hint of peppermint. You can map out the slight freckles on the bridge of his nose and each long, curled eyelash that brushes his cheeks each time he blinks.
He’s truly a beautiful man, all sharp angles and rough stubble and you can feel your cheeks warm when you realize that he’s right there. If you leaned forward just a little bit more, your noses would brush against each other.
A deep, rumbling voice interrupts your daydreaming. “Kid, are you even listening to me?”
You blink a couple times, coming to the realization that he’s been trying to talk to you for the last few minutes, but you were too busy admiring his beauty.
Keishin shakes his head as he leans back on his heels, using one hand to rub his face wearily. “As I was saying, you can’t just… say things like that. I know young girls sometimes have fantasies about older men like me, but I’m telling you now that it’ll only end badly,” he sighs. “I’m not a righteous man, I have my vices. God, do I have lots of them, and I don’t need another one.”
He mumbles the last sentence, barely loud enough for you to hear, despite how close you are.
Another one? Is he admitting that the attraction is mutual? You have to know, you just have to. Your body practically aches from how badly you want him.
“Keishin, I—” you start, reaching out to touch his arm, but he stands abruptly and quickly turns to shuffle away from the couch.
“This just isn’t a good idea, kid. Just forget about me, alright?” he says, his back to you. A tinge of regret and hesitation seeps into his words, as if he wants to take back everything he’s said.
After the beer incident, the man is even less receptive than he was before, making every effort to avoid being alone with you.
Even still, you’re not discouraged because he never outright rejected you. If he had, you would’ve stopped your pursuit weeks ago, but he only seems to be trying to maintain his composure as a righteous man.
Righteous men are wolves in sheep’s clothing, always putting on a facade so they can claim plausible deniability when they’re caught with their pants around their ankles. But no matter how honorable or virtuous a man tries to be, none of them can resist a wet, willing pussy laid out in front of them and Keishin is no exception.
That’s why you’ve shown up to their house the last few weeks in skirts far too short to be considered decent, flashing little peeks of your underwear each time you move too much or bend over too far. Each time you bend over to grab a pencil or a piece of paper off the floor, Keishin is always conveniently positioned behind you so he gets an eyeful of your pretty lace panties and the little dark spot where your wetness has soaked through the fabric.
After you retrieve your item from the ground, you look over your shoulder to make direct eye contact with him and say ‘oops,’ without a hint of regret in your voice. You revel in the clenching of his jaw and the way he exhales loud and heavy through his nose, frustration mounting each time you try to provoke him.
When your ass and clothed pussy are on display for him, you make sure to wiggle your hips a bit, an open invitation to fuck you the way you both want to. It never fails to elicit some sort of reaction from the older man, ranging from a few groans and a choked cough, to making a very hasty exit, a book or some other object held over the front of his jeans.
Without fail, Hitomi expresses her concern each time her father storms out of the room, red-faced and breathing heavily. He just waves her off, telling her he’s not feeling well, but you know the truth. He’s painfully hard, painfully hard from you, even if he doesn’t admit it.
Truthfully, if you weren’t trying to get him to fuck you so hard you can’t walk you would applaud his self-control and restraint. Even after weeks of teasing and provocation, the man refuses to give in to his desires.
That’s okay. If he’s not going to come to you, you’ll just have to take matters into your own hands.
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It all reaches a tipping point when you’re unable to go home for winter break and Hitomi offers you their guest room to stay in for a few weeks.
Apparently she never asked her father for permission, if Keishin’s shocked, slightly panicked face when you walked through the door with your suitcase was any indication. When he tried to question Hitomi about whether or not it’s such a good idea for you to stay, she wasn’t having any of it and told him that you’re a friend in need.
Hitomi’s so sweet and caring that you feel a twinge of guilt for plotting to seduce her father in her house when she’s none the wiser. She just wanted to lend a helping hand by letting you stay with them, oblivious to your true plans, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.
Now that you’re under the same roof, all you really want to do is ambush Keishin as soon as possible, but you have to plan around Hitomi’s schedule so you have bide your time. What’s the saying? Good things come to those who wait?
And wait you do. You wait for two whole weeks, in fact. But then the stars align so perfectly that some otherworldly force must be looking out for you.
Hitomi is gone to work and won’t be back until the middle of the night when her shift is over, while Keishin is home reviewing footage from his team’s latest game.
He told you he does this right before a big game so he can tell his players what they need to improve on and get in that last bit of refinement before the day of. When he clued you in on his strategy you just nodded and hummed, not really listening, mostly focused on ogling his muscles through his thin t-shirt.
Your nerves have been buzzing since you woke up this morning, sensing the heaviness in the air. You’re wearing your prettiest lace panties and its matching bra and frankly, you’re feeling pretty damn confident. You look good and you know you look good. If you were trying to seduce any guy your age, they’d drop their pants as soon as they got a little glimpse of your underwear, but Keishin’s not any guy your age. He needs a little convincing, a little push in the right direction, and you’ll be the one to help him.
You’ve flitted around the house all day, just trying to find the right moment to pounce.
Currently, Keishin is sitting in the living room watching the recording on the big flat screen in the living room. He looks preoccupied with taking notes on the notepad in his lap, but it’s now or never, you suppose.
Before you try to talk yourself out of it, you stride over to where he’s sitting and put your hand on his shoulder to get his attention.
“Hey. Did you need something? I’m kind of busy analyzing my team’s last game.”
Not wanting to lose your nerve, you wordlessly swing one leg over his, then the other, planting yourself firmly in his lap. His entire body goes ramrod stiff, hands jerking away from your body as if you’ve burned him.
“W-what do you think you’re doing?” he stutters, alarm evident in his voice.
When he makes no move to throw you off his lap, you wrap your arms around his neck and lean into him, pressing your chest to his.
“What we both have been wanting to do since the day I met you,” you purr, lips barely brushing against the shell of his ear. He shivers when you gently nibble on his earlobe and your confidence only grows as you discover that he wants this just as much as you do.
“I d-don’t know what you’re talking about. This isn't right. I’m your friend’s father and I’m... old enough to be y-yours,” he mutters, running a hand through his already messy hair, conflicted with how to proceed.
You can’t tell whether he’s trying to convince you or himself, so you decide to give him a little encouragement.
Leaning back slightly, you run your hands down his chest and bite your lip. “Are we going to keep playing games or are you gonna fuck me? Because if not, I’ve got several guys back at college who—”
You’re cut off when Keishin’s hand wraps around your throat, the other braced against your back to pull you flush against him.
“You think your little stunts are cute, don’t you?” he growls, his minty breath washing over your face.
“What, you don’t think so, Daddy?” you pout, batting your eyelashes at him innocently.
His eyes flash with something hot and primal and you can feel the gush of wetness between your thighs. “I’m getting a little tired of them,” he growls.
“This,” you palm at the bulge straining against his pants, “Tells me otherwise, you know.”
The hand around your throat tightens, cutting off whatever bratty remark you were about to make. “I’ve had enough of you prancing around my home in tiny skirts and flashing me your panties when my daughter is around. It’s unbecoming.”
“Then t-teach me a lesson,” you gasp, struggling to speak with Keishin’s fingers so firmly wrapped around your throat.
The way he grins is downright sinful and it stokes the fire already raging inside you. “Careful what you wish for, little girl.”
With some manhandling on Keishin’s part, you’re shoved toward the couch then pulled back onto his lap, but this time you’re on your stomach and both your wrists are pinned behind your back.
“Before we go any further,” he starts, trailing his fingers down your spine and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I have to ask… How old are you?”
You twist around to look him in the eyes, a defiant smirk on your face. “Old enough.” Your mischievous giggle is cut off by a swift, firm slap to your ass.
“Watch the lip, brat. I need a little more reassurance than that.”
“Since you’re just so concerned, I’m nineteen. Perfectly legal and more importantly, legally fuckable,” you say, punctuated by an enticing wiggle of your hips.
“Jesus, you’re two years younger than Tomi. What am I doing?” He seems lost in thought as the honorable side of him fights a losing battle against his baser, carnal instincts. Whatever reservations he has are thrown aside when you start to wiggle in his grasp, maneuvering yourself over his crotch to grind yourself against his hardness.
Keishin gathers your hair around his fist, harshly jerking your head so far backwards that your spine aches from the unnatural angle.
“Stop fucking squirming. You just don’t know how to behave, do you?” It’s phrased like a question, but he shoves two of his fingers in your mouth so you can’t respond.
You knew Keishin would be the perfect dom, but the ease with which he settles into the role makes your head spin and your insides throb. Latching onto his digits, you lick and suck like the good girl you are, coating them in saliva as he hums in appreciation.
“Foo wans tuh behav wen thith is wutt I ge fo bein ba?” you ask, garbled and muffled by the fingers massaging the back of your tongue.
A series of harder, heavier spanks make you squeal and squirm even more in his lap. He gently rubs his hand over your warm, stinging flesh as he speaks. “Such a troublemaker. Just what am I going to do with you, hm?” He tries to sound admonishing, but you can tell he’s smiling behind his words.
His hand leaves your ass, no doubt raised to spank you again, but before he can, you bite down on his fingers. Not too hard, just enough for him to jerk them out of your mouth. “You can do whatever you want to me, Daddy.”
You jolt when his thumb rubs against your pussy through your panties. They’re soaked with your slick, the material clinging to your skin uncomfortably. The barest touch has you gasping and pushing your hips back for more. You’re so sensitive from the teasing and you’re so turned on you just might pass out if you’re not filled up soon.
Keishin just laughs darkly at the pathetic humping of your hips and you can feel the rumbling in his chest. “This is what I love about girls your age. So sensitive…” He pulls your panties aside and gently eases a finger inside you, then another as you moan and shake in his lap. “And so reactive. I bet you’d cum just from me putting my cock inside this tight, wet cunt, wouldn’t you?”
He speaks with a hint of condescension that has you clenching around his digits, coating them in sticky, syrupy strands of your arousal as they pump in and out of you. You’d almost be embarrassed at how worked up you are if you had more self respect, but you don’t. All you can focus on is the way his fingertips curl into the little spongy spot inside you that makes you whine.
“Why don’t you try it and find out?” The challenge in your voice is severely dampened by how breathless and wrecked you are even though you haven’t really even done anything.
His fingers pull out of you with a lewd squelching sound and you can hear him suck them into his mouth. “You taste even better than I imagined, but I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours. Up, little girl.” He coaxes you from his lap and onto the couch so your back is nestled into the cushions.
Sweat is making hair stick to your forehead and you’re breathing so heavily you’d think you just ran a marathon, but Keishin is looking down at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world and it nearly steals what little breath you have left in your lungs.
Oxygen is the last thing on your mind when his lips slot themselves between yours, soft yet demanding as they suck and lick. The movement of his lips doesn’t falter when he pulls your shirt over your head to reveal your light pink bra. Keishin pulls back to kiss along your collarbones, neck, and chest, his teeth occasionally nipping your sensitive flesh and leaving goosebumps in their wake. He expertly removes your panties with one hand so you’re left in just your plaid skirt, exposing your heated flesh to the coolness of the living room.
You’re nearly naked but he’s wearing far too many clothes for your liking, so you blindly grab at his shirt, but your fingers are shaking too much for you to get a good grip. Once he realizes what you’re trying to do, he puts his hands over yours and helps you take off his shirt. You nearly start drooling when all of his hard, rippling muscles and smooth, tan skin are finally revealed to your greedy eyes that can’t seem to settle one thing. You don’t know if you’ll get this opportunity again and you want to remember everything in painstaking detail, especially Keishin’s gorgeous body.
He momentarily disentangles himself from you to remove his jeans, leaving him in just his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. The outline of his cock is evident as it strains against the blue material and you reach out to stroke it, but he just takes your hand in his.
He brings it to his lips, then kisses up your arm until he reaches your lips. “All in due time, sweet girl. I want to taste you first.” Your mouth is claimed in another hungry, bruising kiss and you squeal when Keishin takes your lip between his teeth and bites, blood rushing to the surface of your skin.
His head dips down to leave featherlight kisses and teasing licks down your chest and stomach before he’s resting between your thighs. You whimper pitifully as he spreads your legs, awaiting the feeling of a wet tongue or his fingers against your folds. When he doesn’t move for several beats, you come to the realization that he’s just watching the way your cunt twitches and clenches around nothing and the wetness that drips onto the couch each time your muscles contract. You quickly bring your legs together to hide yourself from his scrutinizing gaze, but he simply pries them open with little effort.
Keishin grabs your chin so you’ll look right at him, squirming from the intensity of his gaze. “Don’t you dare hide this pretty pussy from me, do you understand? I am going to devour you until I’ve had my fill and you’re going to just lie back and take it.”
You nod obediently, your impudence quickly dying, giving way to the burning ache between your legs that can only be sated by a long, hard fuck.
With a satisfied hum, he settles at the apex of your thighs and licks a long stripe from your quivering pussy to your swollen clit and your hips jerk from the contact. Strong hands pin your hips to the couch as you writhe in his firm grip. He gives your clit a soft, quick kiss before he takes it into his mouth and sucks. You grab fitfully at his hair, back arching and hips pressing into his mouth as you gasp and groan from the incredible feeling of his tongue on your sensitive flesh.
His tongue teases your entrance and your cunt twitches, anticipating the first thrust of his warm, wet muscle inside you. He occasionally dips into your hole, but never breaches your entrance and you think you might go mad if he doesn’t give you more.
“I-I need more, give me more,” you manage to gasp, grabbing a fistful of the pillow underneath you as the tightening in your belly gets stronger.
Keishin removes his mouth from your cunt just long enough to admonish you for your lack of respect. “You need to have more manners if you’re going to demand things of me,” he says, before latching back onto your swollen, twitching clit.
“Daddy, pleeease I need more. Ah! I want to cum!” Your voice is so high-pitched and whiny you almost don’t recognize yourself, but you’re nearly delirious from pleasure and your impending climax that’s been dangled over your head for what feels like hours.
“Now who am I to deny you when you ask so sweetly?”
He thrusts two of his digits inside you, reaching deep inside you and rubbing against your g-spot as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. You’re almost screaming at this point, clawing at his hair and humping your cunt against his face. The familiar tightening in your belly signals that you’re about to cum and your moans and cries get faster, louder as the promise of white hot pleasure is just within reach—
It’s almost embarrassing how fast you’re teetering on the edge of climax, as if you’re a virgin school girl that’s never touched herself before. But maybe that’s the difference that years of experience can make.
Not that you care. You just want to cum.
“Fuck, Daddy, I—I’m close!”
Sensing your impending orgasm, the man uses his free hand to slap your cheek then grabs your throat. “Uh-uh-uh,” he tuts, “Ask Daddy for permission to cum.” You’re clamping down on his fingers impossibly tighter as he fingers you even deeper, and the way he sucks on your clit renders you incapable of speech. Each time you open your mouth to try to speak, more desperate, wanton noises escape your lips.
You’re about to fucking burst at the seams and you feel like you’re on fire, but you want to be a good girl for your daddy, so you use the last bit of brain power you have left to ask for permission.
“P-pleaaase Daddy may I ahhh! May I cum!” you ask, but you can’t even hear Keishin give his approval from how loud the blood rushing in your ears is as you finally cum.
You try to muffle your cries with the back of your hand, but he grabs your wrist and wrenches it away from your mouth.
“Don’t do that. I want to hear you scream.” His tone is clipped and short, not caring how rough he is with your delicate flesh.
If you weren’t already cumming, you would have from the pleasure that’s so intense, it’s almost painful as your body is wracked with tremors. Your legs snap around Keishin’s head and you grip his hair even tighter as wave upon wave of your orgasm washes over you. You hear someone screaming and wonder what’s happening, when you realize it’s you, you’re the one screaming as you ride out your climax.
He greedily slurps and sucks up every single drop of your release that you can give him, as if he was stranded in the desert for a thousand years and your juices are the first sip of water to hit his dry, parched tongue. Your cunt is already so sensitive, painfully clenching around his fingers, but he just. Doesn’t. Stop.
“Fuck, K-Kei, wait ‘s too much,” you weakly protest, but your body is too spent to resist so you just lie there, twitching and gasping as he keeps sucking on your overstimulated clit.
His lips detach from your poor, abused bud and you almost sigh in relief before the fingers inside your cunt pump faster, stimulating every inch of your gummy walls.
Keishin leans over your sweaty, exhausted form, one hand braced on the couch, the other buried inside you. His fingers are hitting a spot inside you that makes you feel the urge to pee, so you try to push his hand away but it’s futile with how much stronger he is than you.
“Hold onnn, I’m g-gonna—” you slur, panicked, but it’s as if he didn’t hear you.
His digits are relentless, rubbing and stroking and you’re a fucked out mess. You don’t know what he wants until an uncomfortable tightness shoots through your cunt. You cry out as clear liquid gushes out of you, splashing all over you, the couch, and Keishin. If you were more coherent, you might be mortified because you just… pissed on him—
To your surprise, he’s laughing as he removes his hand from inside you, ignoring your halfhearted groans. “I was hoping you’d do that,” he says, holding up his hand, shiny and dripping with your juices.
“D-Do what?” you pant, unsure of what just happened and why Keishin seems so smug.
He uses his discarded t-shirt to wipe his hand off, then dabs at your stomach where a sizable puddle accumulated. “Squirt,” he responds. When he sees your confused expression, he follows up with, “It’s not piss, if you’re worried about that.”
“Ooookay.” You’re too dazed and exhausted to argue with him or question him further, so you just flop into the sofa and close your eyes.
“C’mon, little girl, don't tell me that’s all you’ve got. You were talking so much shit earlier and I have so much more to give you.” Despite how tired you are, his words spark new arousal in your belly and defiance revitalizes you, movement returning to your limbs.
You slide a hand down your stomach and spread the puffy lips of your cunt, sliding a finger through your wetness. “Of course it’s not. I’m ready to take that hard cock of yours, Daddy.”
“Attagirl, that’s what I like to see,” he praises, dropping his underwear and sliding them somewhere you can’t see.
His cock is gorgeous, but that doesn’t come as a surprise, considering the man it belongs to. It’s thick and curved in a way that you know will reach the deepest parts of you.
What you weren’t expecting is the many piercings adorning the shaft and the one that goes through the head. A long curved barbell enters through the tip and exits through the underside of his glans. Three evenly spaced rings are embedded in the skin where his shaft meets his balls. You’ve never seen so many piercings on one man, let alone in such a sensitive place, so you gawk at the smooth metal rings that shine in the overhead lights.
“You’re… You have…”
He grins widely and it’s so devilish you think he might swallow you whole and honestly? You’d let him. You’d let him do whatever he wants to you. “Haha, yeah I get that reaction a lot. Never seen a pierced cock before, huh?”
“No, but there’s a first time for everything. I’m dying to see how those,” you point to his piercings, “Feel inside me.”
Keishin wordlessly climbs on top of you and rubs the head against your wetness, spreading it along his shaft to ease his entry. “They’ll feel fucking incredible, but you’ll have to beg for it.”
You scoff, reaching to grab his hips so he’ll fuck you already, but he scoots backwards so you can’t touch him.
“Naughty girls that misbehave don’t get fucked, so you’d better smarten up quickly,” he warns, making you gasp as he thrusts his cock against your clit.
He lazily nudges the head over your flesh, occasionally letting it catch on the tight ring of muscle around your hole. When he slots between your pussy lips, you try to wiggle and hump your hips in his direction, in hopes that he’ll slide right in.
But he doesn’t, and you’re about to go mad with his cock so close, but so far away.
“Please fuck me Daddy. I need your cock so bad!” You’re on the verge of tears, the buildup of the last few weeks overwhelming your senses.
Making a noise of sympathy, Keishin pets your hair affectionately and kisses your cheek. “All you had to do was ask.”
His hips pull back, then he’s thrusting inside you, sheathing himself to the hilt in your tight heat. You whimper and whine at the sudden intrusion, but any pain you feel is overshadowed by the way that his cock is filling you so full. The burn and stretch hurts so fucking good that your orgasm hits you like a freight train, fast and hard and blinding. Keishin fucks you through it, his cock touching all of the sensitive spots inside you and the pleasure is so strong you have to screw your eyes shut as you cry out and fall apart around him.
When you open them again, the man is staring down at you with the most shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. “See? I said you’d cum as soon as I put my cock inside you.”
Using all the strength you can muster, you slap his arm. “Shut up and just fuck me.”
“You still haven’t learned your manners, but I just can’t wait to shoot my cum deep inside this cute cunt of yours,” Keishin groans, pulling almost all the way out before burying himself back inside the hot, welcoming clutch of your pussy.
You can feel each of the metal rings on his cock, foreign and strange, but the odd feeling soon fades to little shocks of ecstasy each time they brush against your insides.
The lewd slapping sounds of skin on skin are all you can hear besides the occasional moan or hiss from the man fucking you within an inch of your life, not that you can focus on anything else right now.
You nudge at Keishin’s shoulder and he stops the rapid pistoning of his hips, an almost annoyed look on his face.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, but you just smile and push him backwards onto the couch, just like you were. He grunts in surprise as he falls backward, but he quickly quiets down when you climb on top of him and sink yourself back down on his length.
You both moan in unison as he fills you once more, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix each time you force your cunt back down on him. His hands wander to your tits, grabbing, squeezing, and pinching the sensitive buds of your nipples.
Ever the troublemaker, you can’t resist making a jab at him now that you’re on top. “I wonder what she’d do if she knew you were with me right now. What would your daughter say about you taking advantage of a young, helpless girl?”
Keishin takes that moment to pull you against him, thrusting hard and rough into your gummy walls that never stop pulsing around him. You’re shaking and gasping, your tongue lolling out of your mouth in your pleasured delirium. “With the way your greedy, sloppy cunt is clenching around me, I wouldn’t say I’m taking advantage of you,” he points out, only slightly out of breath. “But you get off on this, don’t you? Letting an old man like me fuck you. I’m old enough to be your father.”
“Like you’re any b-better,” you bite back.
You cry out when Keishin starts rubbing your swollen clit in tight little circles, your third orgasm fast approaching.
“Fuck! I can—urgh, I can feel your pussy pulsing around me. I’m g-gonna cum,” he grits out, thrusting impossibly deeper inside you. He's pressed so far into you, he’s just thumping the head of his cock against your cervix. You scream and write in his arms, seeking to relieve the sharp burning in your womb just a little bit, but he has you firmly locked in his clutches. “Be a good little girl and cum for Daddy.”
Almost on command, you shake and moan, loud and long, as you cream all over his cock and coat the base in milky white. “Oh fuck, oh god! D-Daddy I’m cu-mming!” you wail with the last of your energy.
You’re so exhausted you go limp against him and let him use your body as a fuck toy until he reaches his climax. Keishin follows soon behind you, his thrusts growing sloppier and less coordinated as he mumbles obscenities under his breath. “Shit shit shit, fuck I’m cumming! I’m gonna—fuck!”
With one last thrust into your fluttering, over stimulated cunt he orgasms, his legs shaking as he shoots rope after rope of cum into your quivering womb.
You both lay there for several minutes to catch your breaths. You’re so sore and boneless you can barely move, but you manage to extricate yourself from Keishin’s long limbs. Leaning into the arm of the couch, you let your eyes flutter closed and allow sleep to take you.
You’re awoken by a warm, wet washcloth rubbing against your sensitive folds and you whine, sleepily wiggling your hips to get away from the discomfort. “Kid, I know it doesn’t feel good but, uh, it’s kind of a mess down there. You can go back to sleep, just let me clean you up.” Keishin’s familiar timbre comforts you so you settle back down, still half asleep.
“Mmm, Keishin?” you mumble, making grabby hands at the man.
He takes one of your hands in his. “Yeah?” he responds as he wipes the washcloth between your legs with his other hand.
You rub your face against his hand before placing a sloppy kiss on top of it. “Thank youuuu,” you slur.
Keishin just chuckles and rubs his fingers over your knuckles. “Yeah kid, you’re welcome. Just get some rest, alright?”
You’re asleep before he even finishes the sentence.
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When you awaken it’s dark, most likely the middle of the night. There’s a blanket thrown over your unexpectedly clothed body, which is now covered in a worn, oversized shirt. It smells like fabric softener and musk, so you figure it must be Keishin’s.
Looking around, you bolt upright when you realize you’re not on the living room couch anymore, you’re now in a large, comfortable bed.
The sound of a deep, rumbling voice draws your attention to the bathroom connected to the room you’re currently in. “Oh, you’re finally awake,” Keishin says sheepishly as he emerges from the bathroom, then points to the nightstand next to you. “There’s some water and ibuprofen, you should take it. Even if you’re not sore now, you will be later.”
You chuckle tiredly as you stretch your overworked muscles. “I’m already sore, so I’ll definitely be taking these.”
He sits awkwardly on the side of the bed, unsure how to treat you after your little encounter. His brows are furrowed, a deep frown on he’s seemingly deep in thought.
“Whatever you’re thinking, just spit it out.” His head immediately snaps to you, eyes guarded and unreadable.
“What we did downstairs, it’s… not right. I’m supposed to protect young, impressionable girls like you. I’m a father—I would die if Tomi was after a man more than twice her age.”
You pull the blanket off of you and climb over to where the older man is seated on the mattress. “Keishin, let me ask you something.” He lifts his head, expectant. “Did you enjoy what we did? Because I did.” He nods slowly, still unsure what you’re getting at.
Taking his face in your hands, you tell him what you’ve been thinking for weeks. “At the end of the day, we’re two consenting adults who partook in consensual activities. Even if someone wants to clutch their pearls because you’re older than me, who cares?”
“Yeah, I get that, but… It has to be some sort of ethics violation on my part. You’re younger than my daughter, Bunny.”
“Even if it is, you have to allow yourself to live a little. Life is too short to deny yourself pleasures the world has to offer, and I don’t know about you, but I was very pleased by our… tryst.”
A cute blush spreads across Keishin’s cheeks as he remembers everything he said and did to you. “Aha, I was too. So, um… Would you want to do that again, sometime?” he asks, running a hand through his hair like he always does when he’s nervous.
You giggle and tackle him on the bed, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing. “Of course I do. We can even do it now, if you’d like…”
A couple hours later, just before Hitomi comes back, you limp across the hallway to your room and pass out, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
And that is how your little arrangement begins.
Most of your time is spent with Hitomi, mostly shopping and going out to eat when she has the day off, or just watching Netflix in her room when you’re both too tired to go anywhere.
However, in the wee hours of the morning when you’re sure that she’s asleep, you sneak up to her father’s bedroom and get fucked so hard and so good you can barely make it back to your bedroom before the sun rises.
It’s a good arrangement, you think, you both get what you want and your friend is none the wiser. You figure no harm, no foul. At the end of the winter break, Keishin will likely want to cut things off with you and you’ll go back to your college dorm as if nothing happened.
But the winter break isn’t over yet, and you plan on making the most of it.
Keishin has been fucking you into the mattress for so long, time no longer even makes sense anymore.
You’re sweaty and exhausted, muscles so sore and shaky, but the thrusting between your legs shows no signs of stopping anytime soon. The harsh grip on your hips will likely bruise, but luckily you can hide them, unlike the few close calls you’ve had with poorly-placed marks on your neck.
Despite your exhaustion, you continue to meet Keishin’s thrusts by humping your hips back at him.
He gives your ass a harsh spank and fucks into you harder, making you whine and clench around him. “You’re an insatiable little thing, aren’t you? So fucked out and dripping with my cum, yet you still want more,” he says, but all you can do is gasp in response. You’re too far gone to produce any meaningful response. “What am I going to do with you?” If you had the energy, you’d tell him whatever he wants, but you don’t and the familiar tug of an orgasm is too hard to ignore.
“Fuck Daddy, I-I’m—”
Suddenly, his phone comes to life, Hitomi’s face lighting up the screen as it vibrates. The pistoning of his hips slows, then stops completely as he reaches over and grabs it off the nightstand.
He suddenly pulls out of your sore, abused cunt and you almost whine at the loss before he buries himself back inside you. The way your face is pressed into the mattress makes it difficult, but you manage to turn your head to see what Keishin is doing behind you.
Your eyes widen and you try to wriggle out of his grip when you figure out that he’s going to answer his phone as he keeps fucking you.
A hand wraps around your neck, lifting you up from your position on the bed and you have to follow its movement to prevent your windpipe from getting crushed. You’re pressed against Keishin’s hard chest, and his cock is nestled right against your cervix. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll just stay still and take it like a good little girl.”
The harsh grip on your neck releases and you’re shoved back into the bed, falling onto the comforter.
Keishin sounds completely normal when he answers his phone and it almost pisses you off—how can he be so unaffected when you’re at your wit’s end?
He chirps into the phone, “Hey sweetheart, what’s up?” The only indication that anything is amiss is the slight breathlessness in his voice and the occasional curse under his breath.
He forces himself even deeper inside you so forcefully that you’re afraid he’ll punch straight through to your womb. You know it’s not possible, but with Keishin, it just might be. He’s always full of surprises, especially when it comes to your body.
“Oh yeah, sure I can drop it off to you later. I’m just a little… preoccupied at the moment,” he says with a sharp thrust of his hips and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips. Keishin stiffens above you, waiting to see if Hitomi heard you through the phone.
“No, Hitomi, I’m not watching porn! But hold on a second, I think someone is at the door.” He sets the phone on the bed, muting the call as his cock hits your g-spot and you’re shaking, practically shivering in his arms. A couple of hard, coordinated rubs of your engorged clit and you’re cumming, gushing around him and keening as your muscles clench uncomfortably. You scream silently and fall limp onto the bed, unable to hold yourself up any longer.
You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum, but it’s to the point that each successive orgasm borders on the edge of pleasure and pain.
“Better keep quiet, wouldn’t want my daughter to hear you getting your pretty little cunt stuffed full of my cock,” Keishin snarls into your ear and you feel yourself clench painfully around him. Your body is just so worn out, but you know he won’t stop until he’s satisfied. “Or do you want her to know what a slut you are for her father?”
You shake your head vehemently, but the man inside you just chuckles as he keeps fucking you.
“Oh my god, oh fuck I-I…” You’re babbling nonsense to no one in particular.
“Ahh it was just-fuck, it was just some dude trying to sell me security cameras. Anyways, I’ll see you later honey, I love you.” His last few sentences sound rushed, urgent and you can tell from the twitching of his length that he’s close. The moment the phone is hung up, Keishin cages you between his body and the mattress. “Your cunt feels so fucking good, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. Would you like that?”
You try to nod and make a noise akin to ‘mhm,’ but you’re not sure what it sounds like. You’re not really sure of anything right now, but what you are sure of is you want him to cum inside you.
“I could never deny you anything, sweet girl,” he groans.
Keishin fucks into you harder, faster, and it feels as if he’s quite literally rearranging your guts, he’s so deep inside you. He reaches down between your legs and pinches your sensitive bud between his fingers. “Think you have one more in you, hm?” he asks, but he doesn’t wait for your answer. Of course you do.” He rubs your sore clit the way he knows will have you shaking and coming apart around him.
“Fuck Daddy, fuck I’m cumming!” you squeal, writhing and squirming from the painful, aching tightness of your orgasm as it builds once more.
“Ergh, fuck yeah, cum on Daddy’s cock as he fills you up. You’re such a good fucking girl for me, I love this sweet pussy.”
You shriek as you cum, your climax so strong that your vision blurs at the edges and you convulse, sore muscles twitching with overuse.
“Daddy’s gonna breed his sweet little girl, fuck, feels so fucking good!” Keishin groans, burying himself as deeply as he can inside you and shooting his cum into your quivering hole. You sigh in relief at the feeling of his warm cum flooding your womb, thankful he finally came because you couldn’t have lasted much longer in your state.
He flops next to you on the bed, sweaty and exhausted from your hours-long fuck marathon. Throwing an arm over your waist, he pulls you to his chest and buries his nose in your neck.
Hitomi’s not supposed to come back for several hours, so you both deem it safe to fall asleep as you are. Just when you’re about to drift off, your phone buzzes from the bedside table.
You reach for your phone, expecting it to be some spam email.
Your heart stops, the whole world seems to freeze when you open the text message.
From: Tomie <3
So when were you going to tell me you’re fucking my dad?
#haikyuu smut#ukai x reader#ukai smut#haikyuu x reader#ukai keishin#server collab#bunny scribbles#hq smut#hq fanfic#hq reader insert#haikyuu imagines
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Alpha Bakugou & his late blooming Omega girlfriend 🌬🥀
PART TWO
Honorable mentions: @jazzylove @bakugoismisunderstood @koreylive
Okay since so many of you seemed to really enjoy this “Just thinking about”, I’m turning it into a short story. I’m thinking it will have four parts all together (including the original post). So I know I’d said that I’d give you a nice big dose of Scumbag Suki this update, buuuut that was before I knew this was going to take off like it did 🙈 The next one is entirely his POV so you’ll get your fill then!
Part 3
🌌✨🌠
“Suki, did you really have to be that harsh towards Izuku when we left the playground earlier? I know you dislike him now but….”
You trail off as you get settled on the plush, blanket lined floor of the small tent you and Bakugou had set up in your backyard. Supposedly there was going to be “A shit load of shooting stars tonight!” acording to one of your classmates. You were excited and insisted on staying up to watch, and as usual, Katsuki inserts himself into any and everything you do. Therefore; The two of you had rushed home after school, asked both your mothers and pleaded to spend the night together out in the yard. Deciding that you two were still at the age where anything other than star gazing was unlikely to happen, they allowed it.
Battery operated fairy lights were strung along the roof of the tent and a small lantern illuminated the center, giving the inside a pink and orange glow.
“Hah?! No way was I about to let stupid Deku come and ruin OUR sleep over! This is for me and you ________, no one else….just…us” a light breeze blew in through the open tent flap and treated Katsuki to be briefly overcome by your scent.
The two of you had your scent glands come in around the same time and still weren’t entirely used to it just yet. All both of you knew is that you favored each other’s scents over anyone else’s. It was kind of getting embarrassing how much you were beginning to enjoy your temperamental best friend’s spiced caramel aroma. So much so you had to make a conscious effort not to lean into him and sniff at his neck from time to time. He was subtle about it, but certainly didn’t mind bumping into or brushing up against you more often than ever to get a whiff of your intoxicating fragrance. Even getting hit with a face full just now had his brain feeling sluggish as beads of sweat began forming along his hairline.
A voice inside his head started incessantly growling “touch her, touch her TOUCH HER”. Under the guise of getting comfortable he shifted his leg to rest up against yours and his mind quieted instantly.
“I….I know that Kat…I wouldn’t have invited him anyway!” Your face began to redden as you brazenly blurted out; “I like when it’s just you and I, we always have the most fun”.
He instantly perked up at hearing that, but he couldn’t help but ask; “So you like me better than him? You think I’m BETTER than him?”. Leaning into you as he waited for you to answer his question, eyes narrowed.
“You know I do! Besides….” You couldn’t help yourself as you leaned towards him and inhaled deeply “You smell so much better than him too!”.
Oh hell now you’d done it ________, you unknowingly opened the metaphoric Pandora’s box.
He didn’t speak right away, just smirked back at you and enjoyed the devious expression on your face. After another minute spent invading one another’s personal space you were first to snap out of it quickly muttering; “M’sorry Suki I..I dunno what happened I shouldn’t have got in your face like that!”. You sat back up and moved your leg so it was no longer touching his. Unable to comprehend the sudden feeling of sadness at the loss of contact, or attribute it to the fact that you were no longer touching him. Katsuki frowned immediately and scooted back against you, “S’okay princess…s’not like it’s a big deal”. His use of the familiar nickname only succeeding to fluster you further.
The next few moments were spent in silence.
Surprisingly, It was you that eventually broke it asking; “Suki do you know…d’you know what mates are?”. You immediately began to play with the cheap desk telescope you’d brought out to avoid looking at him, your heart was beating a lot faster now. The startled look on his face would have informed you that your question caught him off gaurd; Surely you hadn’t just had the same thought he did?! Well either that or you could read minds….that wasn’t very likely, thank god.
“Ah well my mom told me it’s when two people decide that they want to always be together and get sad if they are ever apart…so they live together….and then other stuff happens that damn brats don’t need to know just yet” he finished lamely, confused as to why he felt so strange reciting his mother’s words exactly as she’d originally said them.
“I get sad when we have to go inside our houses at night and stop playing together” you said, the depressed tone of voice sounded like it was happening right then. “Me too…I wish we lived together cause then you’d always be with me” he confessed shooting you a nervous glance. Your eyes lit up and you beamed at him when the idea suddenly struck; “We have to become mates now Katsuki, we have to!”. You got up on your knees and began frantically shuffling things around the tiny tent. “If we’re mates then our parents can’t tell us we have to stop playing and separate at night! We’ll always be able to stay together!” Your sporadic movement and sudden outburst immediately infected your companion with the same frantic energy, albeit nervous, but excited all the same as he stared at you with wide eyes.
“You’re right _________! That’s a great idea”
“I know!”
“So uh..umm how uh…how do we do that?”
You stop smoothing the blankets out to stare at Katsuki, “You don’t know how?”.
“No” he admits glumly.
You can’t hold back the distressed whimper that escapes you and Katsuki is immediately at your side trying to console you “Hey princess it’s alright-“. “NO!” you exclaim “We need to do this to stay together forever!”.
Then you remembered something; “I see my mom and dad do this every morning”. You roll up the sleeve of your jacket and bring your wrist up, simulating the motion of rubbing it across the scent gland on your neck. Katsuki nods his head in understanding; “Oh yeah, mine do the same thing! Let’s do that!”. He lays back and stretches his neck out, “You do me first and then I’ll do you kay?”.
“Kay”
You nod and smile down at him, shuffling towards his head and bringing your wrist up to his neck. You hold your breath as your skin makes contact with his and start lightly rubbing over his scent gland a few times.
“S-Shit” he says softly, squirming slightly.
“What?! Did I hurt you??!” You ask.
Fear immediately replacing excitement and distracting you from reprimanding him for uttering a curse word as you usually would.
“N-No it didn’t hurt…please d-do it again”
You do, continuing thoughtlessly as you become enthralled by his peaceful expression and relaxed as he starts purring.
“Your turn”
You take his spot laying down on the fluffy blanket strewn floor, shivering with anticipation and the slight chill in the night air. His touch warms you from the inside out and you gasp at the sudden sensation. Relaxing once more, you look up at him through heavily lidded eyes and return the smile he’s giving you.
Neither one of you has any idea that this situation is going to come with serious consequences.
Eventually you remember the whole reason you two had decided to camp out in the first place; “The shooting stars!” You cry sitting up and narrowly avoiding head butting the blonde boy above you. “Hey!” He snarls. You stand and open the window flap in the tents ceiling, just as you do you see the first “star” shoot across the sky. “Woah! Quick make a wish make a wish kat!”.
He won’t admit it…but he does, and so do you.
As more stars shoot across the sky the two of you lay together; Happily curled up in the blankets, snuggling up together. Occasionally one of you brings your wrist up and begins to rub the others neck lazily, while continuing to watch the dazzling light show taking place above you. Both of you end up falling asleep long before it’s over. The sound of Katsuki’s continuous purring, lulling you into the most comfortable sleep possible.
Well that, and how his natural warmth just seemed to consume you….
Warmth…so warm at times it could get uncomfortable.
Like right now…too close…too hot
Your eyes snap open and you take in your surroundings; This is your dorm room, you’re at school right now, safe. Your clothes and sheets are soaked through with sweat. Not just sweat apparently; After waking up more you realize your lower body feels disgustingly sticky. Then a tingling sensation begins at the tip of your toes, rapidly spreading up your legs until it reaches the special place between them. Then it’s like a literal fucking furnace has exploded down there! Not to mention the heavyweight that has now come to rest in your lower stomach as it begins to cramp.
“Ow! ow! Ow!”
You try to feel around the bed for your phone, you could call one of your friends to come help you.Friends….that’s right they all left for the weekend! Wait not all of them left, Katsuki! He’s still here! That’s right, you were supposed to go over to his room, last night? Is it already morning? Fuck who knows.
You start to cry when you can’t feel your phone nearby on the bed, you don’t wanna look for it.
You don’t wanna be alone either though….Your scared. His room is just down the hall it’s not too far away, maybe if you just take it slow you’ll make it. You force yourself to get up, not even caring that all you have on is a tiny pair of sleep shorts and a sports bra.
You bend down to grab your slides out from beneath the bed and slip them on your feet before moving forward.
One foot in front of the other.
Your hunched over, one arm wrapped around your stomach and sweat freely dribbling down your face, coating your chest, sliding down the valley between your breasts.
Jesus, I must look like fucking shit right now.
As you make it into the hallway and start your journey all you can think about is how badly you want to see Katsuki. He always makes everything better somehow; That smile he wears just for you makes your heart sing normally. Right now you just let out a pained keen at the thought. Your inner omega has always been quiet enough to ignore in the past, but now she’s practically screeching like a fucking banshee inside of your head.
Just one word, over & over & over again:
Alpha
Alpha!
ALPHAAA!!!
With each screech your primal urges and instincts had began overwhelming you. Eventually reaching a point where the lines between the two began to blur. Making you feel more like a wounded beast that’s gone absolutely feral, while slowly dragging yourself down the hallway.
Once you get about halfway down you start to smell the familiar scent that you’ve become so fond of. Only it’s so much stronger and….muskier? It’s intoxicating, and so potent, you need more! Somehow your legs are moving quicker thanks to this new desperation manIfesting. Once you finally reach his door you have to stop yourself from breaking it down; Frantically pounding on it instead, and now you’ve started crying, salivating, and you’re just a goddamn walking train wreck… Somehow you don’t care, your appearance doesn’t matter, you just need HIM right now.
When the door opens you stumble inside.
The sound of his voice quieting your shrieking omega as soon as it reaches your ears;
“Finally decided to show up? Was waiting all fuckin’ night for you and…hey what’s wrong? Oh shit…fuck”.
Fuck is very right.
#katsuki bakugo#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou x reader#alpha bakugo#alpha bakugou#Katsuki bakugou#bnha omegaverse#omega reader#shorties
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what’s my name? [daddy]
Stepdad Osamu x Cis!Fem reader
WARNINGS: cheating, pseudoincest (stepdad/daughter), spanking, age gap (Osamu’s in his thirties and reader is freshly 18), daddy kink, spit kink, breeding kink
2.8k words. unbeta’d and vaguely edited
part one || part two || part three
“I can walk,” you say, slinging your bag over your shoulder. It’s your last year of high school, you’re an adult now, freshly eighteen, you can walk yourself to school, damn it.
“Let me drive ya,” Osamu says, grabbing the keys to his car. “Ya won’t let me make ya lunch anymore, let me at least drive ya to school. We can stop and get breakfast.”
“I can walk, Osamu,” you say, glaring at the older man.
Osamu stops dead in his tracks. “What was that? What did ya just call me?”
You scoff, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. “You’re not my dad and I’m not a kid anymore.”
You grab the door handle but before you can open it, Osamu has you spun around, facing him. His face is dark and the grip he has on your wrist is bruising.
“O-Osamu, you’re hurting me,” you whimper, trying, and failing, to pull your wrist from his iron grip.
“There ya go again,” he says. He tuts and shakes his head. “Go sit on the couch. I have to make a few calls real quick.”
His tone leaves no room for argument, so you walk across the living room with all the shame of a scolded puppy.
Osamu is already speaking by the time you sit on the soft couch.
“Hi, this is Miya Osamu, Hanamiya Y/n’s father. She’s feeling a little under the weather today, so she won’t be able to make it in.” Osamu says. He pauses for a moment. “I’ll be around to pick her work up sometimes this afternoon, thank ya. Ya have a good day.”
Before you can speak, Osamu is calling another number.
“Hey, it’s Osamu. Y/n is sick today, so I need ya to watch over the restaurant. Call if there’s an emergency,” Osamu says. He hangs up quickly, and dials yet another number. “Hey, {mother’s name}, Y/n is feeling a bit bad so I’m going to stay home with her today.” He pauses. “It’s no problem, stay at work. If she gets worse I’ll take her to the doctor.” You can barely hear your mother on the other side of the phone, but you hear her small ‘I love you’. “Yeah, I’ll see ya after work.”
Hearing him so clearly dismiss your mother has you seething. You almost want to throw something at him as he hangs up.
“You’re such a dick,” you say as he walks towards you. “You don’t care about her at all. Fuck you.”
Osamu laughs as he sits in the chair next to the couch you’re on. “Fuck me? Oh, no, little girl. I’m gonna make ya regret those words. Come here.”
“Fuck you,” you repeat, crossing your arms.
“I’ll give ya until the count of three,” Osamu says. “One.” You don’t move. His face darkens. “Two. I’m not kidding, little girl. Come here. Now.”
His voice is more serious than you’ve ever heard it. A shiver runs up your spine as you stand without a second thought. You take a few steps until you’re standing directly in front of him.
“Good girl,” he praises. The words roll off his tongue like honey, and, unwittingly, your pussy throbs. “Now, bend over my lap.”
You nearly laugh. “No way, there’s no way. I’m not a child.”
“One.”
You’re bent over his lap before he gets to two.
“See, ya can listen,” Osamu says. His hand runs over your too short school skirt, flattening it down.
Your cheeks burn with humiliation. You can’t remember the last time anyone had you bent over their lap, much less Osamu, who preferred other punishments.
“Osamu, please, I’m sorry,” you whisper.
He lands a heavy hit across your ass, his large hand catching both cheeks.
You let out a loud cry as you jerk forward.
“That again,” Osamu says, shaking his head. “Ya know that hurts my feelings, little girl? Calling me by my name? Like I didn’t raise ya. Now, tell me why ya decided to hurt daddy’s feelings like that?”
Tears burn at your eyes. “I-I hate you!” You cry, tears spilling down your cheeks.
Osamu tuts and lands another heavy handed slap on your ass. “And why is that, little girl? Tell daddy what’s wrong.” He rubs your burning bum soothingly.
“Y-you’re mean to mom!” You sob. “An-and I hate you for it, Miya Osamu!”
Two consecutive slaps land on either cheek and you hiccup a sob.
“That’s where yer wrong, baby girl,” Osamu says, once again rubbing soothing circles on your bum. “Me an’ yer mom had an agreement. It’s not my fault if she gets her feelin’s hurt. She hasn’t said anything to me about it.”
You open your mouth to speak but cry out instead as Osamu spanks you three more times in quick succession.
“An’ anyway, that’s adult business,” Osamu adds. “No place for a little girl’s nose.”
“Osamu, it hurts,” you whine, squirming around on his lap. You freeze when you feel something hard poking against your stomach.
“There we go again,” Osamu sighs. He spanks you no less than five times, each harder than the last. Your body shakes from your sobs.
“Daddy, please!” You cry, tears and snot covering your face. “Please, I’m sorry!”
“There we go,” Osamu says, smiling widely. “That’s my good girl. What’s my name, again, sweetheart?”
“Daddy,” you whimper, sniffling. You rub your face with your sleeve as Osamu rearranges your body so you’re straddling his thighs.
“Daddy’s sorry for spanking ya, sweetheart. I know how my little girl gets sometimes,” he says, hugging you to his broad chest. “Ya get so bratty, daddy just can’t help himself.”
“‘m sorry, daddy,” you sniffle. You can’t help be be acutely aware of Osamu’s hard erection pressing against your sore ass. “D-Daddy, your...”
“What is it, baby girl?” Osamu asks, gently pulling you down, pressing his cock further into your plush ass.
You hiss in pain. “It-it hurts,” you moan.
Truth be told, it hurt so good. Each slap against your ass had your pussy clenching around nothing and now that you knew Osamu was clearly turned on... well it was making your heart beat faster.
“Want daddy to make ya feel better?” Osamu asks. He thrusts his hips smoothly, grinding his cock against your pussy.
You think about your mom. How heartbroken she would be if she found out about this and how your relationship would never be the same.
Osamu’s lips attach to the base of your neck and thoughts of your mother melt away.
“Daddy,” you moan, rolling your hips to feel more of him. “Daddy, please, I wanna feel better.”
“I know, baby, I know,” Osamu mumbled against your skin. “Daddy’s gonna make ya feel better, okay? Daddy’s gonna make everything better.”
Osamu lifts you easily. You wrap your arms and legs around him as he carries you to your room. You try not to think of the bedroom right across from yours that he shares with your mother.
Osamu tosses you on your bed and you immediately reach out for him.
“Wan’ you,” you whine, your hands grabbing at nothing.
Osamu pulls his shirt off and tosses it across the room before climbing on top of you.
“My little girl is so needy for daddy’s cock, eh?” Osamu asks, rocking his hips against yours. You moan and wrap your arms around his neck, lacing your fingers in his hair.
“Daddy, want your cock so bad,” you moan. He pulls back, drawing a long whine from your lips.
“Stop whining,” he orders. Long fingers come up to your shirt buttons, nimble as they unbutton each pearly white button, exposing the peach-coloured bra you were wearing.
Your cheeks burn, suddenly wishing you’d chosen matching underwear this morning, or at least something more mature.
“So cute,” Osamu coos, throwing your shirt away. “Yer so adorable, baby girl.” Osamu pushes your bra up over your breasts and leans down. He gently takes your left nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue against it as he teases the other with his fingers.
“Daddy,” you moan, clenching your fingers in his hair. He pinches your nipple and grazes his teeth over the other.
“Cute little nipples,” he mumbles, leaning up and tugging on both nipples one last time. He presses a kiss between your breasts and trailed down, leaving soft kisses down your stomach until he reaches the hem of your skirt. He looks up at you.
You nod. “Please, daddy. I-I want you.” Osamu makes quick work of your skirt and pink panties.
He kneels between your legs, spreading them wide. “Look at ya, such a pretty pussy.”
Osamu arranged your bodies until he was comfortably facing your cunt. “I could just eat ya up, baby girl.”
“Daddy, I want you to touch me, please!” You cry as he teasingly runs his fingers through your wet folds.
“I am, baby,” he says, smirking wickedly.
“More! Want you to really touch me, daddy!” You say, impatiently bucking your hips up against his hand.
“Settle down, baby,” Osamu says, pushing your hips against the bed with his free hand. “Daddy’ll make ya feel real good, darlin’.”
Before you could say anything, Osamu rubs his thumb in a circle over your clit. Your words get lost in a moan. Your head falls back against your pillow as Osamu leans down. He presses a soft kiss against your inner thigh before wrapping his lips around your clit.
“Samu!” You cry, back arching off the bed as he inserted a single, long finger in your cunt, all the while suckling at your clit.
He landed a sharp slap to your thigh without pulling away. He adds another finger roughly.
“What’s my name, little girl?” He asks. He pumps his fingers in and out of you slowly.
“Daddy,” you whimper as he licks deep into your cunt.
“Good girl,” he praises before leaning back down. He scissors his fingers, slowly stretching your walls. He ate you out in earnest, switching between slurping up your juices and suckling on your clit.
“Daddy, ‘m gonna cum,” you moan, gripping the sheets below you.
“Cum on my tongue, sweetheart,” Osamu says, pulling his fingers out. He rubs figure-8s over your clit and fucks his tongue in and out of your throbbing heat.
“Daddy!” You cry as your orgasm hits you. You cum hard, juices squirting on Osamu's face. He continues rubbing your clit until you start squirming from overstimulation. When he looks up at you, his eyes are dark and his chin is covered with your cum.
“Tastes so good, baby girl,” he says, crawling over you. He grabs your chin and kisses you roughly, not even letting you attempt a fight for dominance.
The taste of yourself on his lips has you thrusting your hips up, eager for more.
“So impatient,” Osamu tuts. He grabs your chin again. “So you’ll take anything daddy gives ya, right, baby girl?”
You nod, desperately waiting for something, anything.
“Open yer mouth,” he orders. Your mouth falls open without a second thought.
You can see Osamu gathering spit in his mouth and you let your tongue loll out in excitement.
“My baby is so desperate,” Osamu coos. “Ya want daddy’s spit that bad, baby?”
You let out a pitiful whine and squeeze his forearm.
You moan when his spit finally hits your tongue. Your eyes close as you savour it for just a moment before swallowing.
“That’s my good girl, swallowing before I even tell ya too,” Osamu praises. “Tell me what ya want, sweetie.”
“I wan’ you,” you whine. You tangle your fingers in the back of his hair and pull him into a brutal, sloppy kiss. “Fuck me, daddy, please.”
Osamu pulls away from you, breathing heavily, lips swollen and eyes dark. He quickly kicks his sweat pants down and off the bed.
“Come on, use yer words,” he says. “What do ya really want, baby?” He uses one hand to trace his cock along your slit, teasing your clit and clenching hole.
“Want your cock in me, daddy,” you say, hooking your right leg around his waist, pulling his hips down to meet yours. “Please, I want it so bad.”
You bite your lip as your eyes burn.
“Aw, is baby gonna cry for daddy’s cock?” Osamu teases. He pushes the fat head of his cock past your folds. You moan loudly.
“Please,” you moan. “Want more.”
Osamu pulls your right leg up and over his shoulder and inches his cock in your wet heat. He moans lowly.
“So fuckin’ tight, baby girl,” he says. Your eyes water as his fat cock burns as he slowly stretches your walls out. “Fuck, look how well yer taking me, baby.”
You glance down to where your skin melds together. You let out a low whine once you realise he’s barely halfway in.
“More, more,” you whimper, rolling your hips up. Every movement has him hitting another spot in you that has you clenching around him.
“Gonna take it all? Gonna be my good girl and take my cock?” He grunts as he pushes deeper. By the time he bottoms out, the head of his cock is pressing against your cervix and your thighs are shaking from the stretch.
“Oh, daddy,” you sigh as he stills. He’s stretching you in a way no one has before, and the burn just adds to the pleasure.
“Yer so fuckin’ full of me,” Osamu says, marvelling at the bulge in your lower stomach. He presses down on it lightly. He moans. “Gonna fill ya up real good, baby. Gonna make ya swollen with my seed.”
“Move,” you moan. “Want you to fill me up, daddy.”
Osamu pulls out slowly. He tosses your other leg over his shoulder and grabs your hips tightly.
“Oh, baby, yer not ready for me,” Osamu smirks. Before you can ask what he means, his hips pound against your ass, his cock going even deeper than before. A moan rips from your lips.
“Daddy!” You call, digging your nails into his shoulders.
Osamu doesn’t slow as his fingers meet your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in small circles. Your walls clench around him as your first orgasm hits you suddenly.
“That’s it, sweetheart, cum on daddy’s cock,” Osamu says. His hips and fingers don’t slow down as you gush around his cock. His pace seems that much more brutal with your overstimulation.
“Hurts,” you choke out. Your thighs tremble as Osamu continues his bruising pace.
“You can take it, sweetheart,” Osamu says. “Yer such a good girl for me, darling.”
Tears roll down your cheeks as another orgasm racks your body.
Osamu’s eyes roll back as your walls milk his cock.
“Good girl,” Osamu rumbled. “Creaming around my cock so well.”
You cry as Osamu speeds up.
“S-so good, daddy,” you sob as he grabs your legs and spreads them wide. You cry harder as he fucks into your cervix. “Fill me up, please, daddy! Want you to breed me!”
“‘m gonna fuck ya so full of my cum,” Osamu grunts, pounding into you slower and deeper. “Gonna knock ya up. Ya want daddy to get you pregnant, huh? Wanna be swollen with daddy’s seed?” You nearly bite your tongue nodding.
“Want your cum, daddy,” you whine as your legs start to ache. A high-pitched whine fills the room as you cum yet again.
“Fuck,” Osamu swears, his pace speeding up again. “Gonna fill you up, sweetheart.”
His cock twitches inside you.
“Please, daddy, please. Want you to fill me up, breed me! Want your baby. Want your cum, need your cum! Please, fill me up, daddy!” You babble uncontrollably as Osamu’s hips stutter.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Osamu moans as he paints your insides white.
One last orgasm hits you as you milk his cock.
“Daddy,” you breathe as his cum fills you up. “So good.”
“Yer such a good girl, sweetheart,” Osamu says. He pulls out slowly.
“No, no,” you whine, clenching around nothing. “Want you to stay in me. Don’t wanna lose daddy’s cum.”
“It’s okay, baby, daddy’ll fill ya up over and over again,” Osamu says. He moves until his arms are wrapped tightly around you and you’re laid across his chest.
He hums with satisfaction as you trace your fingers across his chest.
“Ya were such a good girl, darling. Took my cock so well,” Osamu praised. “Yer daddy’s best girl.”
“Better than your other girls?” You ask.
“Yer the only girl I care about, sweetheart,” Osamu says. “I love ya, little girl.”
“I love you, too, daddy,” you mumble. You yawn.
“Let’s get you cleaned up before you fall asleep, baby,” Osamu says. He easily carries you to the bathroom, sitting you on the edge of the tub as he starts the water.
You frown as you catch sight of your mother’s robe and reality hits you.
“Oh, god,” you whisper. You look down at Osamu’s cum leaking out all over your thighs. “Oh my god.”
“What is it, sweetie?” Osamu asks.
“I’m gonna be sick,” you mumble, covering your mouth. “Mom’s gonna hate me.”
Oh, she’s really going to hate you in three months, when a small bump forms between your hips and you refuse to admit who the father is. Osamu’s smug face whenever it’s mentioned doesn’t miss you.
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