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Omg omg Ryo, that’s not a request but like, I’m literally so thirsty for some smut with dilf coach Harasawa - GOD THIS MAN IS SO HOT WHO ALLOWED HIM TO BE THIS FINE?

Imagine some sports reporter writing a piece about Too Academy rapid growth to national level and in the end getting steamy with our dilf… 🛐

Harasawa’s so fine I had to write this. It’s a long one asw but I had to for my fav dilf coach <33

Scenario: Harasawa Katsunori getting with fem!sports reporter! reader (nsfw)

Harasawa Katsunori was at his limit. There were certainly ups and downs that come with being a coach for a national-level high school team, but today was definitely one of the downs. Nothing was going right at today’s training. At first, he managed to lose the training schedule for that day, and realised it only five minutes before it started. So of course, training was delayed for about ten minutes as he and Momoi looked for the damn thing.

When they finally found it in one of his desk drawers (he did not remember putting it there), they could at last begin the practice. But when they got back to the court from his office, he was happy to find that the team was warming themselves up with a few practice shots— all of them except Aomine.

“Where the hell is Aomine?” Harasawa’s agitated voice echoed the gym as he asked no one in particular. Everyone stopped what they were doing out of sheer fear as they looked around with clueless shrugs. It was rare to see Harasawa in such a state, he was often calm and collected, so this shift filled the gym with tension.

“Haven’t seen him at all, Coach,” Imayoshi answered for everyone.

Harasawa sighed and looked over at Momoi, “Any idea?”

She shook her head no. “I’ll try looking for him.”

“Thank you, Momoi. Let him know he’s on cleanup duty after practice whenever you do drag him over,” Harasawa said sternly as he stepped on the court to try and get on with his training. “You’d think there would be at least some level of discipline two weeks before the Winter Cup…” he muttered in annoyance.

He carried on with his training schedule for the day, trying to calm himself down with some sort of normalcy, but it seemed like the universe was against him today. The team was forgetting the simplest drills and missing shots they could normally make with their eyes closed. And Sakurai’s constant apologising wasn’t making him feel any less frustrated. And when he finally got them to play somewhat better, Aomine strolled into the gym fifteen minutes late, souring his mood all over again.

“Did Momoi tell you you’re cleaning today?” he asked as soon as he laid eyes on him.

Aomine just nodded his head in response, seemingly afraid to say anything. Momoi must have told him about the nasty mood as well.

“I have half a mind to bench you for the first game against Kaijo if you keep this up,” Harasawa said sternly, rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt up.

“My bad, Coach. Won’t happen again,” Aomine said almost immediately. It was rare to see Aomine put down his pride and apologise like this but everyone knew he would hate to miss a match against anyone in the Miracles.

The addition of Aomine to the training disrupted the flow they were beginning to get into. While Aomine’s shots and movements were perfect as usual, the team just wasn’t coordinated at all. About an hour later, Harasawa had just accepted that today just wasn’t a day where he could implement any new tactics. It was just a day to improve their skills and eliminate errors so the training plan for today was just rendered useless.

Harasawa split them into teams and had them play a practice game amongst themselves, watching over them for a bit before heading over to the bench to sit down next to Momoi with an exhausted sigh.

“It’s just an off day, they’ll be better tomorrow,” Momoi said reassuringly.

“I certainly hope so,” Harasawa replied dejectedly, taking a sip out of his coffee cup.

Just then, one of the doors to the gym creaked open, with you entering dressed in a neat white blazer, black slacks and dainty black pumps. Harasawa’s attention was immediately turned to you. He had completely forgotten about the visit you had scheduled for your article about the team. As you approached the bench, Harasawa and Momoi both stood up to greet you.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, the sports reporter for Tokyo Basketball Weekly,” you smiled politely, holding your hand out for Harasawa to shake.

Your hand was soft against Harasawa’s calloused palms. He felt like he needed to be careful not to accidentally crush your fingers given his awful mood. “Harasawa Katsunori,” he introduced curtly.

“Hi I’m Momoi Satsuki, the team’s manager,” Momoi said as she shook your hand.

Based off of introductions alone, you sensed that Harasawa was as cold as his appearance would make him out to seem. It wasn’t the first time you’d dealt with non-chatty interviewees though, so you didn’t think too much of it.

“Before we get into anything, do you mind if I just took a few photos of the team practicing?” you asked holding onto the camera that hung around your neck.

“Of course, go ahead,” Momoi nodded, Harasawa just humming in approval.

The two of them watched as you moved closer to the court to try and get a few pictures. “I completely forgot she was coming today. I don’t know why I even tried to have a proper training— just distraction after distraction,” Harasawa mumbled to Momoi once you were out of earshot. However his dark blue eyes never stopped following your every move. Something about you was very interesting to him, he’d like to think of himself as a man who cares about more than just looks, so he’d convinced himself it was your demeanour. But you had only really uttered two sentences, so that was a bit of a stretch.

You began to make your way back over to the bench, content with the photos you had gotten so far. “I don’t want to interrupt their training, but I’d like to have a few words with the team— namely the captain and the ace, Aomine,” you informed both Harasawa and Momoi.

“That’s okay. You can speak to them. They’re supposed to have a water break now anyways,” Harasawa said, standing up and blowing the whistle to grab everyone’s attention. “Everyone, grab some water. You’ve got ten minutes to rest and then you’re back on it,” he announced before looking over to you, straight-faced. “Is ten minutes enough?”

“Sounds good,” you nodded with a smile. You were too intimidated to budge for more.

“Imayoshi, Aomine, grab your bottles and come over here. This reporter wants to interview you,” Harasawa called out, everyone’s eyes now turning to you as you gave them an awkward wave.

You began to ask them the questions you had prepared earlier, using your phone to get their voices recorded for later and jotting down notes as well. You were aware that Harasawa was listening in on this interview, which you didn’t really mind other than the fact that you could feel his eyes staring into your soul.

Once you had gotten what you needed, you switched the recording off and gave Imayoshi and Aomine a polite smile. “Right that should be about it then, thank you so much, and good luck for the Winter Cup,” you said, the two of them heading back onto the court to continue the rest of their training like they were instructed.

You turned to Momoi, “Could I have a few words with you as well please? I’ve heard you’re quite an important part of this team.”

Momoi immediately got flustered, a wide smile spreading across her face. “Me?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at her sudden nervousness. “Yes, of course you. I need to interview you too, Mr Harasawa. Do you mind if I get to you once I’m done with Momoi?”

Harasawa gave you a small nod, “Go ahead.”

You chatted with Momoi for a bit, going through the questions in your notepad but also just generally having a casual conversation. She was an interesting one, and she definitely knew how to keep a conversation going so you did get quite carried away with her interview in terms of time. Eventually you did realise you had been speaking to her for about twenty whole minutes according to the recording on your phone and you instantly panicked.

“Oh we’ve been talking for a bit too long now,” you said frantically as you looked over at Harasawa. “Do you mind if I keep you here a bit longer, Mr Harasawa? I completely lost track of time.”

“I really don’t want to stay here longer than I need to today,” Harasawa let out an exhausted sigh. “Why don’t we just do this over a couple of drinks somewhere else?”

You checked the time on your watch. It was almost 7 pm and a nice hot tea didn’t sound all that bad. Besides, there was something about Harasawa that you couldn’t say no to. “Are you sure? I can try and wrap it up quickly—“

“Yes I’m sure. You don’t need to rush yourself,” Harasawa said, his tone still agitated even though he was trying to be polite.

“Alright. Where would you like to meet up? I can catch a train or something—“

“A train? Don’t be silly. I’ll drive us there. Let me just grab my coat from my office,” he cut you off once more. He began to walk off, instructing the team to begin packing up as he did so. “And no one help Aomine with the cleanup! It’s all on him today!” Harasawa called out before stepping out through the gym doors.

You watched as Aomine groaned in despair while Wakamatsu began to laugh at him, Aomine shooting him a dirty glare as he did so.

“Right come on, Y/N, let’s go,” Harasawa said when he popped in with his coat a few minutes later. “Momoi, make sure Aomine tidies up properly. If he doesn’t, it’s laps tomorrow,” he said, making sure he was loud enough with the last part so Aomine could hear.

“Yes Coach,” Momoi nodded before looking over at you with a smile. “Nice meeting you, Y/N!”

You waved her goodbye and stepped out with Harasawa, walking over to the parking lot in silence. You don’t know what it was, but you were afraid to say the wrong thing in front of him. Maybe it was his cold gaze? Or the fact that he was 6’2 and towered above you?

“Sorry for taking up so much of your time,” you said, shutting the passenger-side door as he started the engine.

“You don’t need to worry about that. It’s either this or go home to a box of leftovers,” Harasawa said, earning a small giggle from you.

The drive wasn’t too long, but almost no words were exchanged and that made it feel like an eternity. You pretended to go over your notes out of sheer awkwardness as the music from the radio filled the car. You could’ve just asked him the interview questions, but that would leave you with nothing to say when you actually got to the place. Sometimes Harasawa would hum along to the song, which you did find quite endearing given his cold demeanour.

Once he parked the car, you stepped out, pulling your blazer tighter to fight the cold air. You followed Harasawa as he stepped into a warm, intimate pub. It was at this point that the difference in your ages was apparent— this wasn’t what you thought of when he said ‘drinks’. Harasawa walked over to the bar, “Could I get a whiskey neat please?”

“Of course Mr Harasawa. And for the lady?” the bartender asked, both of them looking over at you.

“Um, I’ll get an espresso martini please,” you replied, saying the first drink that popped into your head.

“Coming right up,” the bartender nodded as he got to work.

“Do you come here often?” you questioned as you took in your surroundings. It certainly was a nice place: dim lighting, cute posters and wall decor, rustic furniture.

“Yeah, I live across the street. I’m here every now and again,” he shrugged. “Well actually, I’m here whenever the team drives me up the walls— so yeah, often.”

You giggled in response and a faint smile appeared on his face. The smile definitely brightened up his appearance tenfold. “Well, that’s how it is with teenagers,” you chuckled. “Surely they’re not too bad?”

“They’re an interesting little group. I’d hate to give it to them, but they do have a special little place in my heart,” Harasawa said, the look in his eyes getting softer as he thought about it.

You had to hold back an ‘aww’ in response. You certainly did not peg him for a sentimental type. Moreover, you didn’t peg him to have any emotions at all. “That’s quite sweet actually. I might have to add that you’re a softy in that article,” you joked.

“Please don’t. I wouldn’t hear the end of it if you do,” Harasawa chuckled. The bartender handed you your drinks and the two of you thanked him, Harasawa instructing him to keep a tab open as the two of you took a seat in one of the booths.

Harasawa took his coat off, setting it on his seat before taking a sip of his whiskey. He let out a sigh of relief as he leaned back, seeming to have finally relaxed. “Okay, I’m ready for your interview now.”

“Perfect,” you beamed as you took out your notepad and phone, hitting the record button before asking the first question. The interview went on for a while, Harasawa’s mood seemingly lightening as it went on— perhaps it was the whiskey. Either way, you did begin to grow more comfortable talking to him when he began to throw in some sarcastic comments here and there, making you giggle every time.

Harasawa took a break to order you two a second round of drinks at the bar and you took the time to organise your notes as he did so.

“Here you go,” he said, placing another espresso martini in front of you and taking a sip of his whiskey before sitting back down.

“You know what? I think we’re almost done,” you informed him as you double checked your notes.

“Well that’s good, today’s been absolutely exhausting,” he sighed, brushing the dark curls out of his face as he leaned back in his seat.

“Just one question: are there any teams you’re looking out for in the Winter Cup?” you asked.

“Hm, obviously we’re trying to take it one game at a time, but I think all the teams with the Miracles are certainly worth noting. In particular, Rakuzan— they’re quite a formidable team, I think we’re focused on getting to a position where we can challenge them. Seirin is also always a wildcard, I don’t think anyone in the tournament is underestimating them after last year, so that game should also be quite interesting,” he answered.

“Yeah that’s true, I think Seirin has been a popular answer to that question. They’re definitely a strong team,” you replied, a silence filling the air for a moment as you scribbled notes down before stopping the recording. You let out a sigh, “There we go, all done. Thank you again for taking the extra time to do this.”

“Don’t mention it. It’s nice chatting to someone other than the bartender here,” Harasawa said, not shying away from making eye contact with you.

“Well I don’t want to take up any more of your time, I’m sure your wife must be waiting on you,” you said, taking a big swig of your drink to try and finish it faster.

“There’s no need to rush. And there’s no wife to worry about. You don’t need to chug your drink,” Harasawa chuckled, admiring your concern. You were far too polite, it was almost cute.

Finding out that he was single shouldn’t have excited you. Especially since he was about a decade older than you and someone that was in your field of work. “No wife? That’s a bit of a surprise,” you replied without thinking.

“A surprise? How so?” Harasawa questioned, a smug look taking over his face as he watched you panic in search of the right words to answer with.

“Well, um, I mean, I just didn’t think someone with your looks was single, you know?” you said, avoiding all eye contact as colour rose in your cheeks.

Harasawa grinned widely as he took another sip of his drink, each moment of his silence killing you more and more. “I’m flattered,” he said simply, basking in your embarrassment almost like it was a power trip. “I just haven’t quite had the time to invest in a relationship,” he shrugged.

“Ah right I get that. You know, I got out of a relationship recently. He was way too immature even though we were the same age. He wanted me to focus on my work less so I had to call it quits,” you rambled as you tried to move away from the fact that you called him attractive, except you were now just digging a deeper hole for yourself.

You had Harasawa’s full attention, for better or for worse because your brain was in panic mode. The dark haired man loosened the tie around his neck, noticing you take a nervous gulp as you watched him do so. He didn’t show it, but he was quite pleased to know that you were single too. Maybe it was the drinks, but he finally admitted to himself that it wasn’t just your demeanour that made you attractive— he loved how nervous you were with him. For someone whose job is talking to people, you certainly seemed to be a rambling mess at this moment.

“Too immature, huh?” Harasawa repeated your words. It was almost like you were throwing yourself at him. “Well, someone as beautiful as you deserves to be treated right, so that’s probably for the best,” he said, observing as you grew more and more flustered.

“Stop, you’re too kind,” you giggled nervously. You did your best at avoiding eye contact with him even though you could feel his gaze piercing through you. You took note of his dress shirt. It fit him awfully well. The fabric laid loose on his torso, save for his chest, but hugged his shoulders and biceps perfectly snug. Your eyes trailed down to his toned forearms that were on display, your mind unable to stop itself from picturing what his body looked like underneath all that.

And it wasn’t like Harasawa didn’t notice you looking at him like that. You were practically undressing him with your eyes. Surely you weren’t that much of a lightweight? He checked the time on his watch. It was quite late; the pub was going to close sometime soon. “Do you live around here, Y/N?” he asked, finally changing the topic.

“No, I think I’m a few train stations away. Might have to catch one to get back,” you replied, emptying your glass.

“I think this place is closing soon. You’re welcome to come over to mine to sober up a bit. I can drive you back home after,” Harasawa offered. While the main concern was your safety, he did also want to be with you in a more private space, just to test the waters.

“I really don’t want to impose. I’ve already taken up too much of your time,” you refused politely. You were in a state where you couldn’t trust your own judgement— you had half a mind to rip his shirt off right there, who knows what nonsense would spill out of your mouth when you were in a room alone with him.

“I insist. I haven’t had much to drink, it won’t take too long for me to sober up to safety,” he said as he began to put his coat back on, almost as if he knew that you would say yes— not like he was taking no for an answer anyways.

You sighed. It’s not like you were exactly opposed to the situation, you just didn’t know what you’d do. But you also knew better than to argue with Harasawa, knowing the kind of mood he was in earlier today. You tried to get him to let you pay for the drinks, but he wouldn’t even let you do that. As much as you appreciated how much of a gentleman he was, he was certainly a stubborn one.

The two of you left the pub and walked across the street, entering his apartment complex and taking the elevator up to the top floor. When you entered his apartment, you were rather impressed by how spacious it was— especially for Tokyo. Moreover, it was extremely well kept, practically spotless. The decor was rather minimalistic, it certainly was missing a woman’s touch, but it was nice nonetheless.

“Oh wow, this is such a nice place,” you said, taking your shoes off and walking into the living room.

“Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you a glass of water or anything?” Harasawa offered, hanging his coat on the rack by the door.

“A glass of water would be great,” you replied, taking a seat on the dark leather couch.

Harasawa joined you on the couch a minute later, handing you your glass of water as he took a sip out of a glass of his own.

“So how long have you been working at this magazine?” Harasawa asked, interested to know more about you now.

“Well, I got this job immediately after I graduated university and that was about a year ago, I think,” you replied, trying to think back to the exact date.

“You graduated a year ago? So you’re what? 22? 23?”

You nodded, “23.”

You giggled at Harasawa’s baffled expression. “You’re making me feel like a dinosaur.”

“Cut it out, you look like you’re my age,” you laughed, playfully hitting his arm.

“I am well over your age I’ll tell you that for sure,” he said, setting his empty glass down on the coffee table.

“If I saw you at a bar, and I didn’t know you, I wouldn’t be able to tell. In fact, I’d probably even ask you out,” you said without thinking yet again.

“You’ve been awfully bold today, Y/N,” Harasawa chuckled, enjoying how red your face was getting. “I admire the confidence.”

You struggled to find words to respond with. It hadn’t occurred to you how close the two of you were sitting until now. You could smell his strong cologne, the scent somehow drawing you closer to him as you met his deep blue eyes. You saw them dart down to your lips and an overwhelming need to know what he tasted like took over your body.

Almost like he sensed it, Harasawa gently placed a warm hand on your cheek, leaning in to close the gap between your lips. His touch was delicate at first. His movements were deliberate as his tongue slowly slipped into your mouth. You normally hated the taste of whiskey, but the hints of it that were leftover from the pub had you savouring it on his tongue.

You felt a hand slowly trail down your body, eventually gripping your waist as he pulled you closer to him. Your arms instinctively snaked its way to his back, not being shy about having a feel for his firm muscles. Harasawa began to take over the control, his lips getting a little more aggressive as he guided your body down so your back was on the sofa. Without losing contact with your lips, he slid your blazer off, one hand finding its way under your shirt, cupping a breast and giving it a squeeze. You let out a small moan into the kiss and you could feel him smirk against you.

The dark haired man felt you grind against the knee he had between your legs, desperate for some kind of friction. He already had you wrapped around his finger. His lips began to move lower, leaving soft kisses on your neck, your heavy breaths making him ache for more of you. He pulled away for a moment, admiring how pretty you looked underneath him. You were exactly what he needed today.

Harasawa leaned in close to your ear, “How about we continue this in my bedroom?” he whispered, nibbling on your earlobe as he waited for an answer.

“Yes please,” you breathed out almost instantly.

Harasawa took that as his cue to pick you up, your arms wrapped around his neck as you straddled him, leaning in to meet his soft lips once again. He was gentle with the way he set you down on his bed, helping you take your top off and undoing your bra with just one hand. The act alone was enough of an indicator to how experienced this man was. You watched intently as he undid his tie, letting it hang on his neck as he began to unbutton his shirt. He took his time with this, he knew you were enjoying the show. You were so fixated on his movements that you couldn’t even tell he was watching you drool over his body. You couldn’t be blamed for it, as you expected, underneath the shirt was the body of what you could only describe as a Greek god’s. His shoulders were broad and you had never seen collarbones as well defined as his were. As your eyes trailed further south, you noticed a bit of his dark chest hair, another brutal reminder of how much older he was. And you swore you could lick a whole meal clean off his abs.

Harasawa hovered over your chest for a moment before leaving light kisses all over. Eventually taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it as a hand began to unbutton your pants. You didn’t even know what to focus on anymore as you felt his hand trace over your panties, earning ragged breaths from you as your hands gripped onto his hair. He couldn’t help but smirk at the feel of the wet fabric as he pulled away from your breast and looked down into your eyes, “Already soaked? You flatter me a bit too much, Y/N,” he said softly, the sound of your name rolling off his tongue sent shivers down your spine.

Harasawa slipped your pants and underwear off in one swift motion. Taking a moment to admire your exposed body before he shuffled down, holding your legs open with either arm as he took a slow lick in between, earning a loud gasp from you.

He slowly began to work his tongue in between your legs, absolutely devouring your taste as teased your entrance. The grip you had on his hair was tighter than ever and the soft moans that escaped your lips was more than enough incentive for him to keep going. He soon brought his fingers into the mix, taking a moment to trace your skin before pushing a finger into you. Harasawa looked up at your heaving chest with contempt, his pants getting tighter with every sound you make. He soon added a second finger, slowly fucking you with them. The mere thought of having you wrap around his length when you’re this tight and dripping was enough to make him groan.

He slipped his fingers out of you, gaining a whine from you for the loss of contact. Harasawa quickly undid his belt, pulling his underwear and pants down just enough to relieve his throbbing member. You perked up at the sight of it, you were now sure he was sent straight from the Gods because on top of his gorgeous body, he also had a cock that was a size that could absolutely ruin you. You sat up and leaned over, your tongue kitten-licking his tip as your hand reached to wrap around his base.

Harasawa’s dark eyes looked down at you in pleasure. He didn’t even have to ask you to do this. He groaned as you licked up and down his length, teasing him before you wrapped your lips around him, bobbing your head as you tried to take more and more of him in. “Oh fuck,” he mumbled, grabbing a fistful of your hair to get it out of your face.

He eventually hit the back of your throat, impressed by your lack of struggle as he slowly rolled his hips back and forth. Your mouth was absolutely divine. If he wanted to, he could easily finish with your throat alone. But he had to sustain himself, with the long day he’s had, he needed much more than this to relieve himself.

He slowly pulled your head away from him, watching as you caught your breath, a trail of spit stringing to your lips. “Look at you. What an absolute mess you are already,” he smirked, staring as you wiped the drool off your chin with the back of your hand. It was no use though, you knew that your mascara was smudged and the drool had dripped down to your chest— you just had to accept the state you were in.

Harasawa flipped you over, your ass pointed in the air towards him as your hands held your weight up. You couldn’t help but look back, watching as he lined his length up with your hole. You felt him brush against your entrance, sliding the length of it along your wetness. You moaned in anticipation, aching to feel him inside of you, but all he kept doing was tease you. “Please,” you begged, pushing your ass up further in search of some kind of relief.

“For someone so polite, you’re rather impatient, Y/N,” Harasawa said simply. He was aching to feel you around him just as much, but there was something so exquisite about watching you squirm with desperation that made his cock twitch.

“I need you so bad, Mr Harasawa,” you pleaded.

You were quickly given exactly what you were asking for upon the words leaving your lips. Harasawa shoving himself into you in one swift motion, eliciting a scream of pleasure from you. He couldn’t resist when you asked him like that. He stilled his hips for a moment when he bottomed out, giving you time to adjust to his size so that the pain would subside. A few seconds later, he couldn’t control himself any longer, he had to move. He began to roll his hips back and forth slowly, his body brimming with pleasure with how tightly you wrapped around him.

The sound of your sinful moans paired with the sloppy sound of your wet hole filled the room as Harasawa began to pick up his pace. You still hadn’t fully adjusted to the sheer size of him, but the feel of him stretching you open like this was absolutely heavenly. You felt his big hands grip onto your waist, holding you still as he fucked your hole, each thrust hitting a spot that was so deep that you didn’t even think it was possible.

Your arms quickly gave out under you, your face burying itself into the mattress as each hand grabbed a fistful of the bedsheets, trying to brace yourself for Harasawa’s relentless pounding. He slowed his thrusts down for a moment as he took a hold of your hands, bringing them behind your back as you felt him bind them in place with a fabric. Upon looking back, you realised he’d tied your hands together with his tie. The inability to grip onto the bedsheets somehow enhanced the sensation tenfold, feeling him drag in and out of your walls, filling you up like you’ve never been before.

“What a good little girl, taking me so well,” Harasawa grinned as he smacked your ass, earning a yelp from you, his deep voice bringing you closer to your edge. The pent up frustration was showing in his movements, each thrust harder than the last.

The dark haired man could feel you trembling underneath him— you were close. If your shaky legs weren’t enough of an indication, he felt your walls begin to clench around him, your pussy somehow feeling even more irresistible than before.

“Cum for me, Y/N,” the words came as a surprise to you. How’d he know you were close? All you’d been doing so far was moaning like a fucking mess. Nevertheless you gave into his instructions, your orgasm hitting you harder than it has ever before, rendering your body completely weak as it washed over you.

Harasawa gripped onto your waist tighter, trying to hold your limp body up as he chased his own high. Your orgasm had you sopping wet— even more so before, and the older man was savouring every moment of it. The squelches, the helpless little moans, the view of your gorgeous body in front of him; presenting itself as a vessel to be used to relieve his frustrations— you were absolutely perfect.

He felt himself near his climax, his movements becoming sloppier as his breathing became ragged. “Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he grunted, his thrusts increasing in pace, eliciting your overstimulated moans.

“C-cum in me, Mr Harasawa,” you squealed as he bottomed out inside you with a groan, his cock twitching as a warmth began to fill you up.

Harasawa brushed the hair out of his eyes as he slowly pulled out of you, watching you collapse onto the mattress without him supporting your weight. It had been a while since he felt this much pleasure from another person. The sight of your pathetically weak body in front of him filled him with a sense of pride, knowing that he was the one that brought you to such a state.

He pulled his pants back up and flipped you back over, lifting you up to rest your head on a pillow while he cleaned you up. He put your panties back on you before settling down in the bed space next to you. You looked up at him with a satisfied smile, your eyes filled with lust for the older man. “That was amazing, Mr Harasawa,” you said breathlessly as he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

He let out a light chuckle in response, “You know, I’d normally tell you to just call me Katsunori at this point, but Mr Harasawa just sounds so good coming out of your mouth,” he grinned, fingers tracing over the skin on your chest.

You hummed in satisfaction upon hearing those words. “I look forward to seeing you at the Winter Cup,” you said as if you weren’t still laying naked on his bed.

“Why wait until then? You’re welcome to drop by here any time,” Harasawa said softly, knowing that he could definitely make use of you for the stress building up to the Winter Cup.

A smile took over your face at the invitation, “I might just take you up on that, Mr Harasawa.”

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1) You Make My Heart Beat Like The Rain | Explicit | 6611 words | Sequel 1 | Sequel 2

"You're stunning, eh?" Harry whispers, his Canadian accent thick with lust. It usually slips out when he gets horny because he knows it turns Louis on. Harry presses his lips into the curve of his neck. His hot breath makes Louis shiver. He opens his eyes and sees Harry's bigger, tattooed arms wrapped around him, completely engulfing his smaller frame—and, fuck, maybe he is up for it.

Why does his boyfriend have to be such a fucking DILF? He blames it on a twitter thread he read a few weeks ago.

2) Coldest With The Kiss, Nice With The Cream | Mature | 11136 words

Louis has a thing for older guys, no one knows why but he just does.

Harry is a lonely dad.

And oh, Damien loves yellow a little too much.

3) Give So Much (Not Enough) | Mature | 24610 words

“For my little lion,” Louis slid the smoothie bowl in front of Oscar, letting him dig in with his little hands. “And for daddy.”

He didn’t process the bowl in front of him, the push across the table causing a raspberry to roll off and fall on his lap, because Louis calling himself mummy may make him feel all sorts of mushy emotions, but Louis addressing Harry as daddy was suddenly having a very different effect on him. Since when did Louis saying daddy out loud render him speechless?

“Daddy’s still sleepy, but we’re up bright and early right Ossie?” Louis’ cooing shook him out of his daze. The man coughed, picking the raspberry off his lap and swallowing it with unintentional, and very unnecessary, eye contact with Louis. “Well, is it better than your protein smoothies and why?”

Harry chuckled, spooning another heap of the strawberry banana goodness into his mouth, “Way better sweetheart.”

4) My End And My Beginning | Explicit | 24749 words

When Louis starts as an intern at a new company, he becomes particularly fond of the boss’ five children. And maybe the boss himself as well.

5) I’ll Find A Home Inside Your Heart | Explicit | 25808 words

In awe Louis stared up at him, his eyes wide and his lips parted. “I don’t usually make it a habit to go on dates with my clients,” he breathed.

Harry grinned, his touch light as he carefully swept a strand of hair out of Louis’ eyes. “Make an exception for me?” He asked cheekily, chuckling when Louis rolled his eyes.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Louis snorted and let Harry link their fingers together where they rested on the countertop. Finally, a shy smile crept onto those pretty pink lips of his and with his hands on his hips, Louis jut his chin out. “Are you gonna kiss me or what?”

Of course, Harry didn’t need to be asked twice.

6) Sedative Duty. | Explicit | 46588 words

Pop-star of the moment Louis Tomlinson is on his third-world tour. He decides to hire renowned professional dominant Harry Styles to unwind while on the road. In an effort not to raise suspicion by the crew, fans, and press, Harry pretends to be his bodyguard. He ends up being far more than that.

7) Somebody To Love | Explicit | 51471 words

A hesitant fist hovers, ready to knock on the hard surface, when suddenly the door swings open revealing a small child with a huge smile plastered on her face.

“You’re here, finally!” She beams up at him, haphazardly brushing her orange hair away from her eyes.

He can’t help but let a grin fill his face at her anticipation. Bunching his pants at his ankles, he crouches down to her level. “You must be Margret.”

“Actually, only my daddy calls me that when I’m in trouble,” she explains with an assertive tone. “So you can call me Margo.”

“Well, Margo, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Louis.”

8) This Is How You Fall In Love | Explicit | 53538 words

When Harry Styles' 16 year old daughter dragged him along to see her favourite artist, Louis Tomlinson, in concert, the last thing he had expected was to be invited backstage. Unaware his life was about to change forever.

9) The Bachelor | Explicit | 53953 words

“Don’t tell me, you’re Lola,” Louis pointed at the little girl and she crowded her father’s leg shyly, sticking her thumb in her mouth.

Harry chuckled lightly and cupped the back of her head with a large palm, his calloused hands catching the fine strands of her hair.

“She’s shy,” Harry told him. “Plus you swore mighty loud…M'Harry by the way,” he stuck his free hand forward, his diction belying his way of life- slow and casual.

The somewhat dainty-looking loud-mouth flicked a look to his hand, then back to his face. Harry waited patiently for him to take it.

“Louis,” he finally shared, clasping Harry’s hand with his smaller one and giving it a gentle squeeze, placing his other over the top of both of theirs. “Tomlinson,” he added. “I’m your personal assistant,” he added.

10) Ever I Saw | Explicit | 58342 words

Daisy Road Ranch. A place for those in need to receive the help they deserve, even when they may not believe it. A place where they don’t have to fear what, or whom they left behind. A place where they can find themselves, or find a different way of coping with their issues. Daisy Road Ranch. A therapy ranch for those who’ve been abused.

Louis needs to find himself again. Harry wants to help. Can they find their way?

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formulinos · 2 years

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man. this round was genuinely tiresome. until 10 pm my time, we had a total of 5049 votes, of which i considered 3778 valid. if you guys have been keeping attention, this is much more than we usually get per round, especially since i got shadowbanned. i legit thought the tournament had died down a bit, and i still do! but it's ok.

given that the semifinals matches weren't easy at all, a group of people decided to vote as much as they could. at first i even suspected they were bots, but after i asked them to signal their raid voting sessions, they kept their word and they spent literally all day today at it. since i never said it was forbidden and i'd just discard bot votes, that was fair play of them and i truly appreciate how much they care and took their time to vote. it would be super unfair of any of us to call them out or throw a fit because they played fair and square, so don't do it! however, i have to admit i never considered the hypothesis of only one or two particular groups voting so strongly that it overtips the scales of the tournament, since last year no matter what happened voting was pretty heterogeneous. so, as A Scientist, i think that a possible suggestion for future tournaments would be indeed to limit the number of votes so that we get a proper view of what f1blr feels. but I won't host another tournament next year HAHAHA so that's on whoever feels like doing one! anyway, just wanted to give you guys some explanations as i've tried to keep things as transparent as possible, any questions the ask box is open!

before i give you the finalists, i also wanted to tell you i'm making a Hall of Fame, in order to give some of the other drivers some love! a lot of your suggestions were already written in my notebook, and i'll add later on the form who suggested the ones i hadn't considered (it's over midnight now and i legit need some sleep as i worked all day and then watched elvis, shit movie). i'm sorry for not being able to take hottest livery and hottest TP, but with the exception of one category i wanted to focus on the nominees that we had this year. here are your new categories:

Best Girl Hottest Classic Driver Hottest Striker Hottest Y2K Driver Hottest Liberty Media Driver Hottest Forgotten Driver Hottest DILF Hottest Twink Hottest FE Driver Hottest Senna

and, without further ado, here are your finalists (does the gif of the guy throwing fries inside a pan filled w boiling oil that catches fire)

i wish you all a happy voting. we end at 8 pm (GMT+1) on monday, and the results will come out at 9 pm (also GMT+1). remember that this tournament doesn't mean a lot to the guys, so have fun during this weekend, go out and enjoy a bit of our summer break as well!

VOTE HERE NOW

#hottest drivers tournament 2022 #i'll be mostly out this weekend because i legit need to finish my work and also run some errands so behave #if anything goes sour pls dm me i'll do my best to help #thanks and happy voting!

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spiderbunny00 · 3 months

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RULES!! ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

A/N: Hello everyone!! Ray/Rae here, here are some of my rules atm, some stuff might change and update so just keep these in mind when interacting. Please note that I’m still trying to make my acc look all nice and decorated so if things get lost lmk and I’ll fix it!

REQUEST STATUS: OPEN! <3

Credits: @cafekitsune for the title divider(s)! Please let me know to take it down if I didn’t follow the rules correctly <3

DNI if:

ྀི Minors & Ageless acc

ྀི Racists

ྀི Sexists

ྀི Pro-Shippers & Problematic Fandoms (Dream stans & stuff like that)

ྀི Zoophiles (not sorry)

ྀི Just be a decent human man

PLEASE NOTE: these aren’t hard things to do, and I’m not making complicated rules for my interactions

WILL DO/REQUEST:

ྀི Smut of all kind (except in the won’t do area)

ྀི Dark content: Will always come with warnings

ྀི Angst: Might take me awhile bc I’m a sucker for happy endings

ྀི Fluff

ྀི AU’s ex: CEO, Rockstar, Idol, DILF/MILF, Hybrid (not furry), Royal, University, etc.. etc…

ྀི One Shots/ Mini series

ྀི Headcannons / Drabbles

ྀི Song Fics: Fanfics inspired by songs

ྀི Multiple love interests

ྀི Woman reader, G/N reader, Male reader +Male & G/N reader might take awhile simply due to me not having the experience of being G/N or a Man, this applies to the smut & fluff category. I probably won’t write full series about G/N & Male reader, but I’m okay with one shots

NOTE: This is literally a fan fic/ personal blog, if y’all don’t like what I write, feel free to block!

WONT DO/ DON’T REQUEST:

ྀི Furries, Race play, scat & vomit play (I don’t mind watersports & period stuff ig?), cannibalism (depends on context), necrophillia, amputation (I don’t understand this kink..), incest (step-cest is decent ig), idk what else

ྀི Race coded reader that I’m not, mainly because I don’t wanna mess up and why would I write a “white” reader… Like most “y/n’s” are usually white..

(I’m Afro-Latina, and the reader is usually Black/Latina coded)

ྀི Write about real ppl + I will write about roles actors play, but I will not write about the person themselves.

ྀི Smut abt minor characters, I might consider fluff, and wholesome content but 100% NO SMUT

ྀི Won’t write abt series I haven’t seen, for the sake of messing up.

ྀི Might add more but this is all I can think of

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR! (Will keep adding)

Anime: Tokyo Revengers, Attack on Titans, Nana, Jojos bizzare adventures, Baki the Grappler, Vinland Saga, Jujitsu Kaisen, Demon Slayer, Initial D, Soul Eater, Kakeguri, Haikyuu, Black Butler, Cowboy Bebop, Naruto, Dragonball, Chainsawman, Great Pretender, Frut Basket, Devil Man Crybaby, etc…

Shows: Blue Eye Samurai, Supernatural, The Boys, Good Girls, Never Have I Ever, On my Block etc

Movies: Some Marvel & DC Movies, I’ll say if I haven’t seen it

Fast and Furious, ATSV, etc… (Kinda drawing a blank rn)

Others: Comics, DC, Marvel, Junji Ito, Studio Ghilbi

Request and I’ll let you know if I’ve seen it (whatever fandom you request), but for now that’s all I can think of

A/N: I will be updating this when I can, so some of the rules/ fandoms may change. If you don’t agree with what I write, feel free to block!

Please Note: When you fill out requests and other stuff, be patient with me. I do this for free and to entertain, and I’m not getting paid to write, I also have a life outside of writing

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this. Reposts, Reblogs, & Any interactions are always appreciated! Feel free to msg me for questions!

-Ray <3

Updated: JAN 15, 2024

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bokutoslittlebird · 3 years

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Dilf!Bokuto Kōtarō + Age Gap —

Summary: Moving to a new house on the edge of the city seems like a great idea, especially when your neighbor is more than willing to help out. Even if he’s a bit older than you, he’s still quite attractive. You soon find you’re not the only one with feelings like that.

Warnings: female genitalia, kitchen sex, Bokuto in sweatpants, bit of foreplay (fingering but not really), the kitchen is clean, creampie, bit of biting, some crying

A new job, a new home, a new start of life was the plan. With a working from home job, you decided to move somewhere out of the city and away from crazy neighbors. One instance of a screaming match gave you all the reasons you needed to find somewhere new. The house? A nice cozy home on the outskirts of Osaka. It still had a few neighbors around, but they were mostly older folks who came for the lack of city life, or those who lived with family.

The house itself was far from your original apartment in Tokyo, so hiring some people to move your stuff was way out of your price range, especially with you only having a desk to be moved into your new home. So, renting a large car and moving in yourself was the plan. Even without someone helping, you figured you could definitely get everything inside. That was, until you ended up almost dropping the desk, cursing as you slammed your fingers against the car. After waving some old women off, apologizing for cursing, you heard someone call for you.

“Hey! Do you need some help?” They called out, getting you to turn around and see an older man with silver and black hair, with a bit of sweat staining his shirt. “I was in my yard when I heard you, sounded like you needed help?”

“Ah, yeah— well, no. Sorry for disturbing you I didn’t think it’d be hard to move my desk into the house,” you bow, then put your hands together. “If it’s not too much to ask, could you help me get the desk inside? I’ll even pay you back, if you want!”

The man just laughed, shaking his head. “No need to pay me back, I offered after all. Just tell me where to go,” he patted your head, while you looked to see him pick up the whole box of your desk. Effortlessly, of course, which made you feel weak in comparison. When he turned back around, standing and smiling, you finally got your brain to catch up with your body and started walking to the house.

“Just.. set it down in here. I gotta figure out where it goes, anyways, and it does need to be put back together,” you mention, stopping in the front room. He grunted a bit when he set it down, but then he slid it against the wall. “Uh, thank you, again, for this,”

“You’re welcome. By the way, name’s Bokuto Kōtarō. I actually live in the house beside you. I was wondering who bought this house, since it’s been for sale for so long,”

“Nice to meet you, Bokuto,” you say, then introduce yourself. “I decided to work from home, so I moved out of the hectic city. Tokyo’s not as much fun when you don’t have to leave your apartment,”

“Tokyo? A long way from home, aren’t you? Well, if you need any help, you can always ask me. I don’t do much except yard work, really. Sometimes my kids come over, but that’s usually on holidays,”

“K-Kids?” You stutter, then try to compose yourself. Of course an attractive man would have kids. Duh. “I forgot people had kids, I’ve so focused with work, sorry if that sounded weird, but yeah! I’ll keep that in mind if I need help, which I might,” you chuckle, then sigh. “Uh, if you want, I could make you dinner? For helping me, of course,”

“No, that’s fine, I was just being a nice neighbor, that’s all,”

“Then can I ask another favor? Let me cook for you so I don’t feel guilty,” you offer, smiling when he rolls his eyes, but a grin plastered on his face.

“Won’t take no for an answer? If you insist, I’ll let you cook for me. I’ll also help you finish unloading and unpacking, if you want,”

After he helped you do just that, Bokuto also worked on putting your desk back together for you, as well as ordering things you’d need for the house. He made sure to check on you periodically as well, checking to see if you needed help or wanted some fresh vegetables, since he had a garden he was working on. Through these exchanges, you end up learning more about the attractive neighbor. Not only does he live alone, seeing as his wife divorced him years ago, he rarely sees his kids since they have lives of their own. Feeling bad, you offered to make his life a bit brighter by making him food, especially sweets, whenever you could.

One day, after baking a batch of strawberry cookies, you decide to drop in to Bokuto’s house to see if he wanted any. The neighborhood was relatively safe, so Bokuto tended to leave his door unlocked during the day in case you needed anything. If it had been locked, you knew where the spare key was, but he left it unlocked for today. Walking into the house, you couldn’t get over how different it was from yours, filled with trinkets he’s collected over the years and the family portraits on the wall.

After closing the door, you call out to him while you head for the kitchen. Hearing nothing, you worry that perhaps he is asleep or out of the house, but then you hear some footsteps deeper in the house. Looking up from the plate of cookies, your eyes immediately are drawn to Bokuto’s bare chest, a towel around his shoulders as he rubs his damp hair. “Oh! I—”

“I didn’t expect you over here so early. Usually you have work, don’t you?” He says, not bothered by your presence. After all, you’re always invited over to his house no matter the reason. You do feel bad for walking into his house when he’s busy, especially if he’s taking a shower.

“Yes, well, I, uh,” you stutter, trying to find what to say. “I made cookies so I thought that you would like some. Strawberry cookies,” you end up saying, nodding as you try to focus on his face and not his chest. It doesn’t help you can also see his happy trail, sweatpants loose on his hips. Any lower is blocked by the kitchen island, thankfully, but you don’t allow an obvious stare at anything.

“Oh, really? I’ve never had some before!” And like that, he’s moving beside you to try some freshly baked cookies. Continuously keeping your eyes trained on the cookie he takes from the batch and popping it in his mouth, you attempt a smile as you await his praise. “Mm! This is good!” He manages around a mouthful of food. With them warm from the oven, he takes another as he moans, enjoying the taste. Finding it to be a bit much, you decide maybe it’s best to leave. “Y’know, you’re gonna make someone very happy with your cooking skills,”

“Well, I doubt that. Most people my age look for hookups and I don’t get much of a chance to cook for them. Thank you, though,” you say, then lightly clap your hands together. “That’s all I wanted—”

“A damn shame. I’d definitely stick around for some home cooking,” he continues to say, smiling as he eats another cookie. You can’t stop yourself from getting bashful, your words stuttering as you clear your throat, looking at the cookies as you get your mind on the right track. He just keeps smiling and staring at you, watching your reactions.

“Well, I suppose, um, younger people don’t rely on it much, I suppose,” you try to fix your brain, slowing down your words. “I’ve been on dates where it’s eating out and takeout, but, like I said, thank you for, uh, enjoying my- my food and w-well,” your brain kind of sputters out, eyes blinking as you try to think of something to say. Bokuto doesn’t seem to mind, bringing a hand to your chin as he forces you to look up at him.

“You deserve so much better, you know that?” He simply says, but the way he says it and the way he looks at you tells you to either leave or shoot your shot. Rocking on your legs, you rub your thighs together as your hand covers his, taking it off of you.

“I don’t know if I do, but thank you. I should probably go, though,” you whisper, feeling your heartbeat speed up as you encourage yourself to leave. Of course that doesn’t work, seeing as he just brings himself closer, hand clasping yours as his other hand rests against the back of your neck, pulling you in closer. The simple movement has your movements freezing, knowing what’s coming but not wanting to jump to conclusions. When his lips finally mesh against yours, you can only let yourself fall closer to him, wanting more as he tilts your head back. It’s short, but it doesn’t stop there.

He only breaks the kiss to look down at you through lidded eyes, your face showing no hint of disgust or being repelled, so he dives in again and pushes you back as he does. The small force from him pushing against you has your hand leaving his, grasping the edge of the island to ground yourself. Using that to his advantage, he goes to push you against the island, hands leaving your neck as they place themselves on either side of you. Another break of the kiss, but he doesn’t move too far away from you.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long, you have no idea,” he mumbles, lips close enough to yours you can feel them moving. You want to push against him, you want more from him, but you wait for him to say more. “If you’ll let me—”

“Please, just do it,” you practically beg, pressing yourself against him once again. This time, his hands leave the counter, rubbing against your sides as he slips a few fingers into the waistband of your pants. The extra space gives the pants easy access to slip down around your ankles, Bokuto’s hand diving between your legs as he feels against you, two fingers rubbing against your panties and feeling your wetness. Moaning into the kiss, you push on his chest to break the kiss, but he just attaches his lips to your neck. “Don’t— Don’t tease me,” you whine, leaning against the island as your legs feel weak.

“It’s okay, baby, I got you,” he mumbles against your skin, fingers pulling your panties away from your pussy and letting them drop the rest of the way, joining the pants as he keeps rubbing his fingers against you. Swirling them around your clit, teasing your clenching hole, he makes sure to touch every inch as his lips pepper against your neck and collarbone, your own hands digging into his shoulders. He plays with you so much, fingers pinching and rubbing your clit, you let out a strangled moan as your legs weaken completely, but he’s there to catch you.

Just like he said, he has you. Keeping you up with one hand, he digs his fingers in the flesh of your ass while he flicks your little bud, keeping you twitching against him. It isn’t until you release a wanton moan, teeth digging into his shoulder as he feels drool and tears hit his skin does he grant you mercy. Completely soaked, his fingers pull away and rub the excess against your thigh, hiking your waist higher as he gets himself out. Unable to see anything, you can only feel him as he rubs the head of his cock against your pussy, between your folds, rubbing your juices all over your ass and his cock.

“You gonna take all of me? Hm, are you?” He whispers in your ear, a grin on his face as he presses a kiss under your ear as he pops his cock into your hole. You can confidently say he’s bigger than you expected, velvety walls gushing around him as he enters that makes him groan right in your ear. He doesn’t need to wait for you to adjust, walls eagerly accepting the intrusion as he bottoms out inside you, your juices soaking his hair and balls, staining his pants. You’re holding onto his shoulders, nails digging into his back as he begins thrusting up into you, legs clenching tight around his waist.

A couple of bounces and Bokuto’s changing the position, keeping you bouncing as he adjusts. Hooking his arms under your knees, he holds you up and moves your body to his pleasure while you scramble to hold on with each thrust. Slapping of skin echoes in the kitchen, your mewls and his moans mixing in with the lewd noises. Each bounce has your cunt drooling around his cock, drenching his balls that slap against your ass and sticking his hair to his skin, short hairs rubbing against you. A particularly hard thrust has you arching, nails breaking skin as your cunt clenches, creaming around his cock.

“Such a good pussy, so eager,” he practically growls, keeping one hand on your ass as his other hand pushes you against him once more, keeping up the pace as he helps you ride out an orgasm. He keeps slapping his hips against yours as you continue to whine and beg, gibberish leaving your lips as your mind is muddled with pleasure. Each thrust brings him closer to his own end, but then you’re dropping and being gently laid against the cold floor of the kitchen. “Fuck,” is all he mutters, using the different position to drill his hips into yours as you try to keep your legs spread. With the overstimulation setting in, you’re unable to but Bokuto is quick to hold them open, pinning them down as he shows no mercy on your poor pussy. It only takes a few brutal thrusts for him to wrap his arms around you, hips stuttering as his groans turn to whines.

“Where— where-” is all he can get out, teeth grit. Your hands keep him pressed close against you, moving your heels to press into his lower back as he can’t hold back, spilling his load into your sensitive walls as he moans. With one arm wrapped around your neck, he keeps you pressed against his sweaty and sticky skin as he pumps you full, rutting against your sensitive clit as your walls continue to gush around him.

As he comes down from his orgasm, you run your nails lightly over the muscles on his back, along each dip, until you’re threading your fingers through his hair, pulling him off your shoulder to kiss him. He’s eager to return it, adjusting his position that has you both moaning into the kiss, legs tightening around him once more.

#BB.Kinky #haikyuu smut #Mr. Kōtarō #Bokuto.Spice #bokuto smut #Kinktober 2021 #Birdie.Kinktober

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johnconstantinesdick · 2 years

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For Girl Genius prompts: a snap shot from the future of a class going over the heterodyne legacy. ( this is a plot bunny that's been in my mind for a while but I've had no idea on where to start)

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“Alright.” Professor Avery Cronus says, and then repeats himself, louder. It takes about five tries to get everyone in the class quiet enough to proceed, which is, honestly, better than usual. “Today’s discussion topic: the Heterodynes.” He writes the topic painstakingly on the whiteboard, and then retakes his enviable spinny chair. “I’ll start: I think most of them sucked, actually.” He leans back in his chair, crosses his arms, and waits for the chaos to unfold.

“--They conquered people--!”

“At least they took care of their own city, which is more than you can say for most sparks!”

“--have to agree, construct quality of life has always been better in Mechanicsburg than nearly anywhere else--”

“There are only so many constructs in Mechanicsburg because the Heterodynes wouldn’t stop experimenting on their subjects!”

“Oh my god, don’t start the fucking jӓger debate again, it’s documented record from jӓgers that their transformations were always consensual--”

“How consensual can it be when the person asking you to do it is a mad spark who rules your life?!”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Caroline, there are literally jӓgers still around who have talked about this.”

“...Wait, really? I thought they were all dead.”

“Caroline, no.”

“What about the Dread Mistress of Mechanicsburg?” Someone finally brings up.

“Agatha Heterodyne?” Someone else asks. “What about her? I mean, we all know who she is, I don’t think anyone is arguing that she was a shitty person--”

“Isn’t there some theory that she was a fake Heterodyne, though?”

“Wait, really?”

“Oh, that would make sense.”

“No, oh my god, no, you guys are getting her confused with Zola Malfeazium, she’s the fake Heterodyne that showed up right when Agatha was making her claim.”

“Ohhhh.”

“It’s really hard to keep track of the Siege of Mechanicsburg, it feels like there’s, like, six years worth of events packed into a week or two.”

“Yeah, agreed.”

“We had a whole unit on it back in middle school, and I still can’t keep everything straight.”

“STOP TRYING TO BRING THE TRUE HEIR TO THE STORM KING DEBATE INTO EVERYTHING.”

“Klaus Wulfenbach could, like, get it. I don’t know why Lucrezia Mongfish decided to marry Bill Heterodyne over him--like, he’s okay looking, I guess, but Wulfenbach.”

“Wait,” The Professor says, “I need to look up pictures to see if I agree with you.”

Half a minute of googling later, there’s an inexplicably shirtless picture of Klaus Wulfenbach displayed on the two large monitors in the room.

“Yeah.” Cronus says after a moment. “Yeah, okay, I gotta agree, he’s a DILF. We’re way off topic now, though, we should circle back to Heterodynes--”

“Didn’t he manage to marry the Queen of Skifander?” Someone interrupts.

“Okay, he’s hot, but is he Queen of Skifander level hot?”

“Can we--Can we please stop debating the hotness of Klaus Wulfenbach? He’s, like, definitely a war criminal.”

“He literally was the only one enforcing laws, that’s the opposite of a war criminal--”

“Klaus Wulfenbach would definitely break the Geneva Convention.”

“THE GENEVA CONVENTION DIDN’T FUCKING EXIST--”

“I would fuck a jӓger.” Someone says thoughtfully, into an unexpected lull of silence.

“Why do we need to know that.”

“So, if you’ll look at my handy diagram--”

“Your drawing fucking sucks--”

“--You’ll see that, according to succession laws and several treaties, technically, the Heterodyne should be ruling all of Europa, currently.” After a moment, “Excepting Paris, because they preemptively argued their way out of it.”

“That’s presuming that Tarvek Sturmvoraus was the true heir to the Lightning Crown!”

“Again, this is not the time for the Storm King debate.”

“The Muses acknowledged him! Gilgamesh Wulfenbach acknowledged him! Agatha Heterodyne acknowledged him! He’s the best case we ever got, and since he took the position I don’t think arguing is going to change that.”

“Gilgamesh Wulfenbach and Agatha Heterodyne were married to him, of course they acknowledged him--”

“Actually, the official acknowledgement from Wulfenbach predates any kind of relationship between them significantly--I’m talking pre-time stop, here.”

“Really? How do you know? They never really went over that in my classes.”

“I read a lot of historical RPF. Those people cite their shit well.”

“Huh.”

“Okay, but can we rewind and talk about Saturnus and Teodora Heterodyne? Isn’t it kind of fucked up that she was basically a hostage?”

“I mean, she killed him in the end.”

“Oh, really? I never really focused on that generation, that’s interesting.”

“Yeah, there have been some really good essays on how Teodora influenced the Heterodyne Boys into heroism, and how their parents relationship impacted them. Fascinating stuff.”

“Hey, does anyone remember the Buzzfeed Unsolved episode on Klaus Barry Heterodyne?”

“Can we take a field trip to Castle Heterodyne?”

“No. I don’t want to be liable for any student deaths. I’m an English professor, they don’t give me any spark disaster leeway.”

“We’ve all seen the Buzzfeed Unsolved episode on Euphrosynia Heterodyne, though, right?”

“Euphrosynia Heterodyne was the coolest motherfucker on the planet and I would let her do many things to me.”

“She’d probably just kill you, my dude.”

“Yeah, but what a way to go out.”

“So.” Professor Cronus says. “Ending thoughts? Were the Heterodynes good, bad, what?”

“I think they were mostly just messy.”

#girl genius #girl genius fanfic #thank you for the prompt!#this really got me writing. I structured it like the discussion time we have in my writing class (so less of a lesson and more of a debate)#eli rambles #eli writes #ask #kasmusser

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rocorambles · 3 years

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Home Schooling

Pairing: Stepdaddy!Meian x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, Pseudo-Cest, NSFW, Invasion of Privacy, Overbearing and Controlling Behavior, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Non-Con/Rape, Degradation, Overstimulation, Humiliation

Summary: Why would Meian let you go to college in Tokyo when he can teach you everything you need to know right here in Osaka?

A/N: Happy birthday @iwaasfairy ! Of course I need to dedicate my first ever Meian fic to you on this very special day~ I hope this fic manifests a real life DILF Meian for you!!!

Meian has always been protective, even before your mother’s untimely demise. You remember how uncomfortable you had been about this handsome man waltzing into your family home one day, acting like a father figure almost since day one. Only your love for your mother and your desire for her to find happiness again kept your mouth shut, although when she wasn’t in view, you not so subtly found ways to keep your contact with the older man as minimal as possible.

There’s nothing necessarily “wrong” with Meian. In all honesty, if he weren’t so overwhelmingly involved with your life, you’d even argue that he’s a great guy. You can tell he truly cares for your mom, maybe even loves her— although you gag at the cheeky winks and flirtatious touches they generously dote on each other in front of you. And you’re happy for her! You really are. It’s been a long time since you’ve been forced to rely only on yourselves, only on each other. You’ve seen how hard she’s tried, keeping a strong front whenever you’re around, working twice as hard as anyone else to try and fill the aching hole in both your hearts from the loss of your father. If anyone deserves happiness, it’s her.

But there’s something unnerving, even aggravating, about the way Meian interferes with every aspect of your life. You can’t help a strange foreboding feeling twisting inside of you as a heavy gaze trails after you wherever you go, as he begins to rope you into every conversation he has with your mother, almost demanding and insistent about not letting you withdraw to your room despite your well-meaning wishes to give them their privacy.

You try to be on your best behavior, not wanting to be the reason your mom’s new relationship is ruined, especially when you can see just how much she likes him. But every time he opens his mouth and questions everything you do, everything you wear, and everything you say, you can feel your temper rise, wondering where his audacity to act as a father figure comes from.

It’s easy enough to retreat to your room, closing your door and sighing in relief as you escape those sharp eyes. You find comfort in the fact that you have at least one safe place he can’t breach, finding false security in the hope that he’d never invade an adult woman’s bedroom. Except he does, and your heart drops when you notice the miniscule adjustments in your room — your underwear drawer slightly ajar with some pieces missing, your bedsheets slightly rumpled in a way you know you hadn’t left them this morning. Things you know you could never bring up to your mother without sounding like a madwoman. So without irrefutable proof, you keep quiet, knowing that at least there’s not much more time left before you can truly run away from all of this.

Being an adult comes with many responsibilities and adventures, and together, your mother and you pore over myriads of college pamphlets, debating which locations make the most sense, planning how you’re going to make the finances work, and thinking about which colleges have the courses best suited for you. It’s a fun and stressful rollercoaster, but you beam when your mother proudly ruffles your hair, when you both agree on you leaving Osaka behind and adventuring out, creating new memories and beginnings in a different city.

(“Plus, I’ll be able to visit you and play tourist”, your mom excitedly says, and you giggle, letting her affectionately hold you as you stare at the universities you’ve narrowed your choices down to.)

The future seems bright and exciting as you studiously sit down and scan over textbooks and practice exams, dutifully attending your tutoring sessions, cramming for the college entrance exam. It’s all going to plan, except Meian has different opinions. And this time, you can’t hold back the scowl when he yet again goes on and on about how he doesn’t understand why you can’t just stay in Osaka for college.

It’s not a new argument by any means. Just the same few questions being twisted and worded differently and tossed back in your face on a daily basis.

“Don’t you think your mom will be lonely if you move away and only come back for the holidays?”

“Isn’t that what you’re here for? To keep her company?”

“Don’t you feel bad about spending your mom’s carefully saved money on room and board when you could just continue living with us instead and just pay tuition?”

You silently thank your mom when she steps in, firmly telling Meian that she doesn’t mind, that this is exactly why she’s saved up.

But the arguments keep on coming, and you can feel the tension growing in your household, your own stomach churning with guilt and worry, wondering if you’ll end being the cause of their breakup after all as you constantly hear their raised voices going back and forth about you leaving or staying in Osaka.

So despite your discomfort and wariness towards Meian, you can’t help the relieved grin that stretches across your face when your mom comes squealing to you, flinging her arms around your body and shoving her gorgeous engagement ring in your face. You even muster up a slightly tight smile, that only feels a little forced, as you look to the tall man who leans in the doorway, muttering congratulations before directing your attention back to your mom, fondly smiling as she continues raving about her new piece of jewelry, ignoring the way Meian continues to loiter around the both of you.

Your mom is the most beautiful bride as she walks down the aisle and you stare in awe at how she glows, hoping one day you’ll look even remotely as mesmerizing as she does. And while you look on, star-eyed and in wonder, at the woman who had raised you, you miss the way dark eyes intently gaze at you, eyes that should be on the woman he’s about to publicly vow to be with his entire life.

Maybe if you had been more aware, more cautious, you wouldn’t have so eagerly waved both of them off on their honeymoon, wouldn’t have been so excited to shove your mom towards the airport, giving her one last hug and kiss before sillily demanding that she enjoy herself and have the best time of her life.

Maybe then your heart wouldn’t be shattered into a thousand tiny pieces as you collapse in Meian’s strong arms, sobbing uncontrollably and shaking your head in denial when he returns by himself and breaks the news of your mother’s passing.

You delay going to college in Tokyo for a year, allowing yourself time and space to grieve. Or so you had planned, but it seems that Meian has no intention of letting you have your privacy. You share the house with him after your mother’s funeral, unable to argue against him completely moving in when he now owns the property.

He’s still up to his usual overbearing ways, although his tone is softer as he treats you like a wounded animal, carefully handling you as he rouses you from your sleep in the mornings, startling you the first few times he sits on the edge of your bed and wakes you up by tenderly stroking your cheek, preparing all your meals for you and scolding you when he thinks you haven’t eaten enough. It’s almost frightening how easily you fall into his rhythm, not even flinching after a while when his large hand finds itself on your face, your shoulder, your back, your hand, your thigh. Tiny, seemingly platonic touches border the line of what’s appropriate for a guardian and their ward. Although, deep down, you know the two of you are diving in dangerous territory when you feel his knuckle brush against the swell of your ass briefly, his calloused fingertips quickly skimming your breasts, his palm squeezing just a tad too high up your thigh.

But you seek any remaining softness your mother had instilled in your heart for a man who’s lost his wife of just a few days, letting your new guardian (you don’t dare call him father) do as he pleases, not wanting to deal with any more conflict when your heart is still mending. And maybe, just maybe, you find some solace in his touches, in the love he forces upon you, seeking even just a hint of the parental affection your mother had bestowed upon you.

Time heals all wounds, or so they say. You can’t agree that it resolves everything, but you can admit that you’re feeling much better now that a year is almost up, ready to move on, live your life, and make your mother proud. You start re-looking into Tokyo housing, comparing the expenses of living off-campus versus living in the dorms, typing and reworking budgets over and over again in your Excel sheet until your eyes burn and you let out a huge yawn.

Coffee now. Budgets later.

You trudge to the kitchen, brewing a fresh pot of dark caffeinated liquid, letting out a pleased sound when the aroma fills the air, happily making your way back to your room to revisit some of your calculations, mug in hand. But you freeze when you see Meian sitting at your desk, clicking through the different tabs of apartment and dorm options you had been looking at, scrutinizing your planned expenses.

There’s no reason for the guilt that claws at your chest when you see the way his jaw clenches as he turns to look at you, hurt in his eyes as he silently demands an explanation for what he’s looking at. But it’s guilt that has you slamming down the mug on your desk and planting your firsts on your hips in a confrontational stance, that has defensive angry words spewing from your lips as you yell at him for invading your privacy, that has you storming towards him and trying to shove his much larger and stronger frame away from your computer.

But it’s futile and you gasp when you’re pulled into his lap, his hands easily pinning you to him and holding you still as he holds you in a mockery of an embrace, your back against his toned chest, his mouth right against your ear.

“You were just going to leave for Tokyo without telling me?”

You want to stay angry, want to continue twisting and fighting against his grip. But the vulnerability you hear in his words has you staying still, has you anxiously biting your lower lip as you try and find the right words to soothe the man clutching you.

“I- I didn’t think I needed to tell you anything. This was always the plan. You knew I only put off attending college for a year to take some time for myself. But I’ll come back and visit during the holidays-”

Your words are cut off by a pained gasp as thick arms tighten their hold on you, but the growled threat in your ear has your anger bubbling over, masking any other feeling.

“You’re not leaving.”

The matter of fact tone, the final decisiveness of the words, the way Meian leaves no room for discourse or arguments, has you lashing out at him and before you can second guess yourself, the position you’re in, or the difference in power between the two of you. In a matter of seconds, you’re snarling right back at him.

“You’re not my father! You can’t tell me what I can or can’t do.”

Righteous pride swells in your chest and you spare him a sharp, wicked grin, haughtily tilting your head up condescendingly, basking in the viciousness of your words. But what you aren’t expecting is the hearty laugh he responds with, something dark and gleeful swirling in his eyes as a cruel smile cuts across his face.

“You’re right. I’m not your father, not even your guardian. So this is fine, right?”

You scream as the arms still wrapped around you haul you up, your limbs thrashing and flailing as you try to force your way free from his iron grip to no avail. Fear and anger make you hysteric as you register the fact that you’re quickly approaching the room that once belonged to your mother, the room Meian now resides in. Disbelief and nausea overtake you when you’re assaulted by the familiar four walls as you’re haphazardly tossed onto the bed, sobbing as memories of your mother surround you and invade your thoughts while calloused hands easily tear your clothes off your body.

But you’re immediately silenced, sobs turning into choked whimpers as a large hand grabs the bottom half of your face, fingers digging into your cheeks, a palm suctioning your mouth shut.

“Where are all those manners your mother taught you? What would she think if she heard you throwing a temper tantrum like a child?”

The callousness of his words hits you like a ton of bricks. Meian smirks at the new round of fat, watery drops that stream down your face, mockingly cooing down at you, calling you a good girl, praising your newfound silence as his hand slowly drags down until it's wrapped around your neck, where he lightly squeezes, reveling in the adorable whimper you release.

But as pathetically amusing as you are, sniveling and choking under him, there’s more that he’s keen on seeing. You feel like a slab of meat under his observant gaze. Prized meat, but meat all the same as he runs his hands across your figure like a butcher testing the firmness of his livestock, pinching and prodding almost methodically, coldly. Only the amusement and hunger in his eyes are indicative of how much this is truly affecting him. Yet it’s tolerable, barely, if you just stare up at the ceiling, pretending you’re at an incredibly invasive medical exam.

He’d be offended by how hard you’re trying to ignore him if it weren’t for the telltale signs of your arousal that you desperately try to deny. He grins at how your nipples harden from just a few teasing circles, how your clit stands to attention, your pretty folds already beginning to glisten as he pets your velvety walls. You’re even more beautiful than he had imagined after watching you prance around the home in your skimpy loungewear. And suddenly, his pants are far too tight, cock straining uncomfortably against the fabric he’s quick to rip off. It’s music to his ears when you shakily say his name over and over again, as you try and resist the way he forces himself between your legs, hands spreading your thighs apart, toned body pinning you down, something hard nudging at your tight entrance.

“Meian, please. Please! Please, Meian.”

He ignores your tears, ignores the other words of resistance that slip past your mouth, head dipping down to your mouth and neck, kissing and marking every part of you he can reach, murmuring for you to call him by his first name. And when he loses patience with your whining, you finally acquiesce as he forcefully shoves himself balls deep inside you, a sneer ruining his handsome face as he lightly slaps your face in approval when you wail his first name, “Shugo” howled in an agonizing exclamation as you try to somehow dislodge him from ripping you in two.

“Look at that, the little slut can behave when she wants to. I bet your mother would be so proud.”

You hate how he drags your mom’s name in the ground as he defiles you, violates you in the bed they had once shared. You hate how his large frame feels crushing you, overpowering you, making you feel so incredibly helpless and weak. But mostly, you hate the slick lewd sounds your pussy makes as he pounds hard and fast into you, the undeniable proof that your body doesn’t hate this nearly as much as it should. Hot angry disgusted tears roll down your face as you glare up at him, desperately fighting back the rising moans threatening to humiliate you even more.

Your little defiant attitude is punished by Meian thrusting even harder into you, practically bending you in half as he pushes down on the back of your thighs, forcing you into a mating press. And he laughs at your wrecked face, hungrily taking in the way your eyes roll back in your head, the way your jaw drops wide open, your tongue and rivulets of drool trickling down your face, wanton moans loudly filling the room.

“For all your whining and complaining, you sure do look like you’re enjoying this, sweetheart.”

You wish you could deny his words, retort back with a scathing remark, do anything really. But when he reaches a hand between the two of you and rubs rapid circles against your erect clit, hips still pistoning against yours, cock stuffing you full, your mind blanks and an animal-like howl tears through the room as your body convulses, pussy walls clamping down and quivering as you cream all over the shaft still dragging against your sensitive walls, only heightening your peak.

Meian briefly wonders if this is what heaven feels like (or as close to heaven as someone like him is going to get) as he groans at the way your velvety walls milk his cock, gritting his teeth to not be dragged over the edge with you. He’s not delusional to think that any of this is right, the photo of his ex-wife, your mother silently watching you from the nightstand only emphasizing just how wrong this all is, but he can’t bring himself to care. Not when you’re a fucked out mess underneath him, so obediently and submissively slurring his name over and over again, drowning in pleasure and bliss.

There’s nothing more he wants than to just lose himself in the feeling of your tight walls, to fill you, mark you, claim you with his seed, but he’s not quite ready for a full house just yet. He has a few more years alone with you all planned out in his head before he breeds your pretty little womb. So just as his control teeters on the edge, he pulls out of you, casually sitting back and spreading his legs, slowly stroking his cock as he orders you to come and suck him off.

He’s almost proud of the little fight you still have left in you, lips quirking upwards at the way you try to ignore him, trying to look anywhere but at him. But his balls are almost painfully tight, his cock aching for release.

“Suck me off like a good girl or I’m going to cum inside of you over and over again until you’re knocked up. Bet your mother would have loved that for you. Her precious college-bound girl turned into a pregnant uneducated whore.”

It’s an empty threat, but you don’t ever need to know that, not when it has you obeying so well as he threads his fingers through your hair, groaning as your hot wet mouth sinks down on his cock still covered in your essence. All it takes is a few harsh shoves of your face, his hand pulling you up and down like a warm fleshlight, and as he finally reaches his end, he completely pulls you off, arching your neck back in a way that leaves your mouth open as he spurts thick white stripes all over your face and in your orifice.

You make to wipe your face, grateful at least that this is all over, but before you can move even an inch, you yelp as you’re shoved back down on your back, hands instinctively trying to push at broad shoulders as your legs are once again forced open. You’re a quick learner though, and with one dark warning look from the man whose face is now hovering over your spent hole, you instantly bring your hands down to your sides, clawing and fisting the ruined bed sheets instead as Meian ravenously licks and laps at your dripping cunt. The disgusting wet sounds echo in your ears as pleasure and shame swirl inside of you, a crescendo ascending too quickly, too high.

But your thrashing and blissed out pleas to stop, to let you rest, only serve to whet Meian’s appetite even more. Time becomes surreal and meaningless as you drown and float in a mixture of pain and pleasure, brought to climax over and over again until you feel boneless, your pussy and body ceaselessly twitching, mind broken beyond repair as you babble incoherently, unsure of anything except the lips and tongue at work between your thighs.

You cum one last time, body barely moving aside from a slight shudder, too worn out, too dazed to even comprehend the fact that Meian unravels himself from you, wiping his face of your arousal and taking a few swigs of water before making his way towards your desk and dialing the admissions office number he finds. And as the phone rings and he leans back in your chair, he adoringly gazes at the sinful display you make, looking like the epitome of debauchery as your body splays out, a stupid blissed out expression on your face, reeking of sex and sweat.

He strokes his cock as it rises back to life, raring to go again as he licks his lips, tasting your sweet juices on his tongue, never stopping even when a voice finally comes through the line. He only pauses slightly to bite back a laugh when something shatters in your pretty eyes, a sliver of realization piercing through your dazed look as you hone in on his conversation.

But you do nothing to stop him, unable to do anything but listlessly stare and watch as he cancels your enrollment in front of you, hangs up the phone, and casually makes his way back towards you as if he hadn’t ruined years of hard work and decimated your future plans in mere minutes.

“There’s no need to go all the way to Tokyo for education, sweetheart. Not when I can teach you everything you need to know right here. Now open up your mouth so we can get your first lesson started.”

#haikyuu smut #meian x reader #meian smut #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu fic #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #yandere meian #tw: noncon #tw incest #tw: yandere #tw: rape #haikyuu x reader

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jikookpancakes · 3 years

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JIKOOK FIC RECS that no one asked for (2021)

but im giving anyway because THE TALENT IN THIS FANDOM IS INSANE

long post incoming!! this is probably just part 1 because i wont stop reading anytime soon so i’m inserting that link just in case i do make another one in the future

What’s a Soul Really Worth, Anyway? by thisneedsmorefilth - 130k words, fantasy, demon!jm, witch!jk, listen, this and the next one are my top 2 jikook fics of all time, so well-written, plot so exciting legit reads like a book, better than a lot of books tbh, the world-building is INSANE, jungkook and the gang accidentally summon demon!jimin and chaos ensue, especially for jungkook...and you know why!!!, so funny, angsty, cried so much, happy ending but listen to me: you gotta read the sequel too, YOU GOTTA.

Militat Omnis Amans: The Beginnings by edaen - 92k words, fantasy, werewolf!jk, vampire!jm, forbidden love, super slow burn but super worth it, JIKOOK IN THIS IS MY FAVORITE JIKOOK IN ANY FIC EVER EVER EVER, this is the ultimate all or nothing will freeze hell over for the other kind of love, and the way this is written is just so... how do i describe it. like you can just tell the author wanted to be very realistic with their feelings. you’ve seen the word count, this is SLOW burn. like you will legit feel their struggle to just be able to love each other and while it hurts, it’s also SO GLORIOUS. i love this one so much and if you like reading angst with happy ending but like cranked up to 200% then read this. bonus feels if you read the whole series

Until Dawn (series) by edaen - this is the long series where the previous one above is part of. highly rec if you love fantasy and you wanna read about bts being a rag tag group of supernatural beings fighting evil yay. also it makes the above fic more satisfying because you see more of jikook just being tgt and in love (with bonus angst because of course)

7 Signs by NamHyora - 27k words, secret spies au, abo, alpha!jk, omega!jm who is always used as a raven in their operations aka they use jimin and his attractive self to attract people and gather information or acquire targets and all that spy stuff, and his bestie alpha jk is not too happy about it hehe, friends to lovers, iove this one so much i wish it was longer but i think the author is planning to write a sequel!

Drop Like Confetti by annie_vi - 110k words, ceo!jk, age difference, age swap, ahhh i love this fic so much cause jimin smart and mature and has this no bs attitude, and he can keep up with jk despite the age gap and the difference in status/experiences, jk sexy dilf in this one eheh, i love it cause the drama/angst tackles a very real concern for such couples, like there’s no angst just for the sake of having angst, it really makes sense where they’re both coming from, they’re so whipped for eo too so love that for me

Fold it Up Like Origami by annie_vi - 99k words, gamer!jk, model!jm, same author as above and jk is so boyfriend goals in this one and in all this author’s fics in general like wow my standards are so high now i will legit be single forever just reading jikook fics (with no regrets), secret relationship due to their celeb status, well-written as usual, dialogues/banter in this author’s fics are just YES

The Tournament by kinkmins - 34k words, prince!jm, bodyguard!jk, abo, i’ll paste part of the summary here “Prince Jimin gets ready to hold a tournament where 50 alphas compete for a chance to court him, his father the king hires a new bodyguard who is a little too blunt and a little too talkative.“, i really love this oneeeee

Screwed Up and Brilliant by annie_vi - 113k words, escort!jk, jimin needed a date for a work event and in comes jungkook, escort extraordinaire with a no sex rule and jimin is just dasdkjfhasl, a lot of that “is this real or is he just acting” kinda angst, fluff smut angst

Like Everything Glows by annie_vi - 180k words, merman!jm, aquatic vet!jk, ok this is like my 4th rec from this author just read all their fics you’re welcome, this is their first fantasy fic but soso good, i rec’d this to someone who doesn’t really read fics and she really loved it and said “their love is so pure hhh”, she’s right

Track one: I love you by honeydice - 30k words, they’re “just” best friends, lots of pining it hurts, there’s some yoonmin and mentioned past jinmin in this so just noting in case, angst, denial of feelings, siiiiigh

InYou by edaen - 4k words, pwp :), abo, the morning after jikook mating, more sexytimes ensue + fluff

Falling For You Again by Rose_gold715 - 30k words, amnesia au, jk forgets about jimin and idk just something about this hits right in the feels. btw i don’t support the jk hated jm before in real life agenda so i don’t like this fic for that reason but i like this fic because i love me some good painful angst with happy ending.

The President’s Son by AmeliaBedelia - 55k words, bodyguard!jk, president’s son!jm, jk is assigned to shadow jm bc his life is under threat, and things develop :), jm is jk’s gay awakening :) :)

A Touch of Sin by pettey - 102k words, fantasy au, police officer!jk, supernatural!jm, shamanism, LOOK AT THE RANGE OF JIKOOK WRITERS YALL, this is such an interesting concept, so different from every other fic i’ve read, really well-written, sometimes you come across fics and you cant help but go “someone out there rly blessing me with this art for free”

Tears to the Tide by haromame - 65k words, abo, alpha!jk, omega!jm, honestly there’s not a lot of abo elements it’s focused more on jungkook having ptsd as he just came from war, established relationship jikook, he comes back home to jimin and things have just... changed. except their love ok THEY LOVE EO SO MUCH this made me cry so f much ugh so good tho.

Zero Hour by edaen - 5k words, canon compliant, a little drabble based around rosebowl jikook, it’s part of a series/collection of canon compliant jikook so if you’re looking for more canon compliant here you go!!, also if you can’t tell already i tend to like several things from a single author, i haven’t read their other fics im legit saving for sad days but i am confident enough to say their other fics are also rec-worthy.

Wonder by wordcouture - 7k words, im sorry in advance, mcd :( pls take care of yourself, i don’t like sad endings ok i don’t, but this is so popular and i was like, ok let’s see what the hype is all about, i get it now, :((((((((((((((((((((, well-written tho, bc the author will manage to crush your heart in just 7k words ha ha

The Omega Revolution by PinkBTS - 158k words, abo, alpha!jk omega!jm, dystopian au, the hunger games more specifically mockingjay vibes, angst with happy ending but there’s some...things... lost along the way and i think that’s realistic for a dystopian war au, well-written

Blind Switch - 226k words, jockey!jk, rich spoiled brat!jm, jm gets exiled to his grandparents ranch where he meets jk yeehaw, im sorry for the yeehaw, anyway fluff smut angst enemies friends to lovers hurt/comfort slow burn happy ending, all the good stuff, ugh jk so boyfriend goals, also the amount of fluff in the later chapters thank u writer

Finally by Rose_gold715 - 12k words, abo, alpha!jk, omega!jm, angst with happy ending, jikook mate out of convenience and jimin runs away from jk and his pack feeling unloved and outcasted, but jungkook goes after him :((

Park Jimin’s Guide to Good Housekeeping by Ashlyn17 - 235k words, fantasy au, when i say jikook has the best fic writers i mean jikook has the best fic writers because THE WORLD-BUILDING in this one?, THE PLOT TWIST?, yesyesyes, jungkook is a powerful fae and jimin is assigned to be his housekeeper hehe, listen my entire fic rec has several that could be great netflix shows and this is definitely one of them

A Spell That Reminds Me of Your Name by Chimneycricket - 42k words, wizards!au, enemies to friends to lovers and the development felt natural, well-written plus the author sometimes makes art of their fics and other jikook fics and posts on twitter, both their fics and art are so good, i’ve heard good stuff about their other fics too :)

that’s it for now!

just a quick one about my preferences: idc about tops/bottoms, i read just about anything but i prefer fantasy and multi-chaptered fics, i love established relationship jikook so hmu with recs anytime, i don’t like reading anything with cheating and mcd, i love fics where jk and jm are just so friggin in love they are just IT for eo, and at the end of the day even if there are elements to the fics i wouldn’t normally read, as long as they’re well-written then i’m all for it

#jikook #kookmin #jikook fic rec #bts #jimin #jungkook #there's some that i wanna include but they're gone from ao3 now so sad #lesson: read these while you still can #i have so much more saved to read omg #i shall return with a part 2 #fic rec

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lavenderbexlatte · 3 years

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holding you like this

stray kids 13.4k words female reader insert Reader x DILF!Hwang Hyunjin EXPLICIT/NSFW

🖤 warnings: original characters (adult f and child f), single father, unhealthy family dynamics, relationship insecurity, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, breeding/impregnation kink 🖤

🚨🚨 the unhealthy family dynamic warning applies to hyunjin and his parents, NOT hyunjin and his child! there are elements of emotional manipulation and emotional neglect of an adult child by his parents. please don’t read if you would find this content triggering!

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You prepare yourself for a lot of social what-ifs when you go to the grocery store, but a three-year-old almost taking you out with a headbutt to the knee isn’t usually one of them.

On this particular day, you’re standing in the coffee aisle, scanning the rows of beans, trying to pick between a new roast for your French press, or a new flavor for the automatic drip. You’re not having an easy time of it, either. They all look the same to you. And really, is a French vanilla that different from a caramel swirl? Why are some of these so expensive? They’re all just beans, aren’t they?

The coffee dilemma is taking up all of your conscious focus, so you don’t even hear the tiny footsteps clicking against the industrial tile floor. You don’t see the head of bouncing dark hair, barreling toward you. You don’t notice anything until a tiny body slams right into your leg, and little arms wrap around your knees.

You look down in shock, rocking back to steady yourself so that you don’t topple right over. Your phone nearly slips out of your hand, right onto the head of the very small human peering up at you with big round eyes.

It’s a little girl.

She has glitter extensions and a floor-brushing gown, looking royal and in control right down to the tiny Mary Janes on her feet. She doesn’t look confused or perturbed at all, not even bothered by clinging to a stranger like this. Well, that makes one of you.

“Hello,” the little girl says, her voice high but confident. “What’s your name?”

You tell her, and she nods wisely, in a way that looks incredibly bizarre for someone so young.

“Okay. I’m Minnie,” she says.

“Minnie,” your repeat.

The girl nods, her arms still clamped around your knees. “Like the mouse.”

She points at one of the barrettes clipped into her meticulously styled hair. It’s a flat metal cameo pin of Minnie Mouse, smudged with tiny fingerprints as if she touches it often.

“Cool,” you say awkwardly.

You reach down and gently unwind her arm from around you, freeing yourself, and you kneel down so that you’re at her height. She just looks directly at you, and you can feel the judgmental intelligence behind her gaze. It’s kind of scary.

“I’m three and three-quarters,” she tells you proudly.

“Where’s your grown up?” you ask her.

You don’t really think you’d be much help to this child. You certainly don’t want to have to be responsible for her for too long. Where are her parents, or whoever she came here with?

“My grown up?” she mulls it over, “You mean Daddy. He’s lookin’ at juice.”

“Why aren’t you with him?” you ask.

“Ran away,” she shrugs, “If I run, Daddy chases me.”

“Do you think Daddy likes chasing you?” you ask.

You immediately curse yourself inwardly for asking a preschooler a half-sarcastic question like that. You don’t know this kid from Eden, you can’t just mouth off at her. But Minnie is sharp, and she just smiles at you winningly.

“I dunno. Prob’ly not,” she shrugs again, and you marvel at the big attitude in this small person.

“What if he’s worried about you?”

“Then he should find me,” she answers.

And with that, the kid sits down cross-legged on top of your feet, settling her gown neatly around herself. You’re floored. Apparently, you’ve become the shade tree that this kid is gonna sit under until her poor father finds her. Are all little kids this weird?

You’re not sure what to do. If you move, if you take her and go searching, you could spend all day missing her father at every turn. That means you should probably just stay here and wait for her dad to come to you. At least this way you know the kid’s safe and not running around to meet strangers more dangerous than you.

You get back to your coffee dilemma, as Minnie just sits primly on your feet. It’s not like you could walk away without dislodging her, anyway. And as you pick out a package of coarse-ground beans for your French press, you hear it.

“Minnie!”

An exasperated voice, from the end of the aisle. You turn toward the sound, and the person that you see takes your breath away.

It’s a man, tall and slim, long legs in wide-legged denim. His hair is shoulder-length and blonde, the top half of it held back in a small ponytail at the crown of his head. His face is equal parts angry and relieved, dark thick brows furrowing. The guy is incredibly, distractingly beautiful. You kind of can’t believe it.

“Daddy,” Minnie pipes up, as if confirming it to you.

She leans back against your shins like you’re her personal throne. You look down at her, and then back up at the man as he approaches, dragging a half-full shopping cart behind him.

“I am so sorry,” the man is saying, “She has a mind of her own and sometimes-”

“I made a friend!” Minnie interrupts her father.

The man leans down and scoops his daughter off your feet, plunking her into the basket of his shopping cart.

“You’re in jail, princess,” he tells her curtly.

“I’ll get out,” she replies.

You’re sure that your jaw is actually hanging open several inches as the man turns back to you to continue his rambling apology.

“I really am sorry, um…” he pauses.

“(Y/N),” you fill in for him.

“Right. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you dismiss, “She just wanted to talk. And I wanted to make sure she didn’t get lost. More lost.”

The man grins at you sheepishly. “I’m Hyunjin, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you,” you say.

“I like her,” Minnie calls from her shopping-cart jail cell, “She’s funny.”

“That’s a high honor,” Hyunjin tells you soberly.

“I’m glad to finally hear that someone thinks I’m funny,” you say.

Hyunjin laughs. He has a nice laugh, sharper and shriller than you would have thought, but full and honest. He looks just like Minnie when he smiles. You’re thoroughly charmed.

“Well,” you say, tugging yourself back to reality, “I have some more shopping to do, so…”

“We’re friends now!” Minnie announces.

Hyunjin glances at his daughter. “You two are friends now?”

“Yes!” the girl insists.

Hyunjin returns his gaze to you. “I guess you’re friends now. Any chance you’re up to see us again sometime?”

“See you again?” you repeat, nonplussed.

“Just for coffee, maybe. A playdate?” Hyunjin’s grin is teasing.

“Doesn’t she have other friends?” you ask, “Friends who are more…three years old?”

“Oh, sure. but Min is an equal-opportunity befriender,” Hyunjin says, “She likes everyone.”

You really don’t know what to make of this precocious little girl who’s just declared you her new friend and her very indulgent but admittedly very attractive father. You might consider that he was hitting on you, except that he’s clearly just bending to the will of his very willful child, and that he’s way, way, way out of your league.

“Sure,” you say, finally.

“Cool.”

Hyunjin pulls out his phone and offers it to you with the keypad open. You enter your number and call yourself, and you save each other’s data into your phones. ‘Hyunjin (Minnie’s Dad)’ goes in as your newest contact.

“We’ll text you to make plans!” Hyunjin promises, as he wheels his cart away.

“See you later!” Minnie calls.

She waves furiously at you until the two of them round the corner to the left, toward the checkout counters. You’re left standing there with your package of coffee and butterflies in your stomach.

Just like that, you have a new friend.

---------------

When you do eventually get a text from the number saved as ‘Hyunjin (Minnie’s Dad),’ it’s abundantly clear which of the two is doing the texting.

‘hello!!!!!!’ ‘yo u have to wear’ ‘princess dress!!!!!’

It’s a Thursday afternoon, and you’re at work, sat at your desk overlooking the production floor. Your lunch is just about to end, the boys in assembly below are already getting back to it, and you need to make this quick before your next meeting.

Hyunjin must have helped with the spelling, but that is definitely a message direct from Minnie. You’re debating how exactly to respond to this message, when a call comes in, instead. You answer it.

“Hello?”

“Hi!” The voice on the other end is unmistakable.

“Hi, Minnie,” you say patiently.

“Did you get my text?”

“Of course,” you answer.

“Good. Wear your princess dress,” she says decisively. “Talk to Daddy now.”

The phone clatters loudly like it’s been dropped right on the floor, and you hear a shout in the background. You wince at the noise, but keep the phone pressed to your ear until Hyunjin’s voice replaces his daughter’s.

“Hey, sorry,” he says, “She decided that PJ Masks are more important than this phone call that she DEMANDED I make to invite you for coffee on Saturday.”

“Coffee, huh?” you repeat.

“Yeah, if that’s okay,” Hyunjin says.

You can hear real hesitation in his voice, and you’re quick to reassure him, “No, no, I think it’s cute. It’s okay.”

“She just never takes to strangers this fast,” Hyunjin explains, and you can’t quite fathom why that piece of knowledge makes your stomach swoop. “I wanna encourage her to see the world as kind of…safe and fun, y’know? Is that stupid? Like, she shouldn’t just run around with strangers, but she shouldn’t be afraid of the world, either.”

“That makes sense,” you assure him.

“We had a talk about it, I think she understands the difference.”

He’s kind of rambling at you. You wonder how often Hyunjin gets a chance to talk parenting with someone.

“No, really, I understand,” you say, “I’d love to do coffee.”

“Great,” he says, “You can meet us at this café…I’ll send you the address. It’s called Mama Dining.”

You’ve never heard of it, but you trust Minnie’s taste. Hyunjin, you can’t say for sure. But you trust that little girl with more blind conviction than is probably necessary.

“Okay, see you then,” you say.

“Cool.” You can hear Hyunjin’s smile in his voice. “Bye, (Y/N).”

“Bye!” comes Minnie’s voice, far away but loud, and you know that she must be screaming as loud as she can.

You laugh, and you hang up.

--------------- Mama Dining is a small glass-front piece of realty across from a folk medicine shop and underneath a square brick apartment building, a few metro stops away from the area where you live. It’s so stuffed full of potted plants and flowers in vases that there’s barely any surface area for anything else, but it’s clean and bright inside. The tables are mismatched with their chairs, and the whole place smells like coffee and sharp herbs and fresh bread.

It’s homey, that’s the word for it. Cozy, and homey.

You’d taken your pint-sized new friend’s advice to the letter, busting out one of the nice dresses that you save for special occasions. The last time you wore it was to a coworker’s wedding; it’s light and floaty and floral, a long floor-length skirt over a tighter inner slip. It’s the closest thing you have to a princess dress. But it’ll have to do.

You check your reflection in the glass as you pull the door open, bells tinkling above your head. As soon as you step into the café, a little voice shrieks at you.

“YES!”

Minnie is sitting at a table in the corner, in a different gown, her hair in an elaborate braided style, half-up and half-down. She’s looking at you with the utmost approval, and even though she’s a three-year-old, you still feel proud that you’re passing her test.

“A princess dress,” she says, satisfied.

“I tried my best,” you say.

You give a silly little spin on the spot, so that your skirt stands out for her, and behind you, someone laughs. You freeze, cheeks heating up.

“You look nice.”

It’s Hyunjin, because of course it is. You turn around to see him in casual jeans and a long sleeve tee, an apron tied around his waist. His hair is pulled back again, off his face. He’s gorgeous. But it kind of looks like…

“Do you work here?” you ask.

Hyunjin nods. “Easiest place to meet up is here, while I’m on shift. Hope that’s okay.”

“It’s fine,” you assure him.

“I’ll get you a coffee,” he says, “What do you like?”

You tell him your regular order, and he heads to the espresso machine to start it up.

“Oh,” he calls, over the sound of the grinder, “And if Judy comes in while you’re here, I’m sorry in advance.”

Judy? Your stomach does an awkward flip at the idea of him inviting you here if he has a girlfriend, or a wife. You don’t think you’ve seen a wedding ring on him, but…

Oh, well. Nothing you can do, at this point. You’re here for the kid, anyway, aren’t you?

You go over to the table where Minnie has set up camp, propped in a booster seat to reach the tabletop. She has a coloring book and a pack of glitter crayons in front of her, and you pull up the second chair to join her. Minnie stares at you for second, her cute upturned eyes so much like her father’s, and then she opens up her coloring book, flipping the pages as carefully as she can.

When she finds what she wants, she sets the book down and rips the page out. It’s a picture of a teacup and saucer on a table, with a pitcher of flowers behind it.

“This is yours,” she says, with the utmost seriousness.

“Okay,” you say, matching her tone, “Can I use your crayons? I didn’t bring mine.”

You kind of expect a kid as serious and assertive as her to be careful about her possessions, but Minnie just upends the crayon box onto the table.

“Yep,” she says.

She grabs a lilac color and dives right into her own coloring page: a dressing table covered in cosmetics and trinkets. You select a red crayon from the pile and join her, filling in the delicate pattern on your teacup.

You can’t explain why it doesn’t feel like babysitting, but it doesn’t. It feels more like…coexisting. Like this preschooler really is just happy to have your company.

What a weird kid.

Hyunjin comes over after a moment with your coffee. The café is empty aside from you three, so he sits down at the table with you, placing the cup with your drink down beside the precarious pile of crayons.

“Daddy can’t color,” the kid tells you.

“Really?” you ask, looking up at Hyunjin wryly.

Hyunjin raises his hands as if in defeat, “My talents lie in performing arts, not studio arts. Unlike this renaissance child, who can do it all.”

It’s obvious that Hyunjin adores his daughter. You can see it in his eyes as he watches her scrub her crayons across the picture, in the way he talks about her. You’re not around kids a lot, but you can tell that this little girl has a lot of love in her life. That’s probably why she’s so bold; outgoing, kind, and well-adjusted kids are usually well-loved kids.

You smile to yourself as you keep coloring, switching the red for a grey. And after a while, you’re aware of Hyunjin’s watching gaze focused not on his daughter, but on you.

Embarrassed by the attention, you look up and meet his eye. He’s just watching you, with a lopsided smile that shows all of his teeth and crinkly smiling eyes that emphasize the little mole under his bottom eyelid on one side.

“What?” you ask.

He gives himself a little shake.

“Sorry,” he says.

It seems like all he does is apologize to you when he’s done nothing wrong at all.

“I was just thinking, it’s really sweet that you’re here,” he admits.

“Sweet?” you ask.

He tilts his head. “Yeah. How many people do you know who would come across town just to hang out with a little kid?”

You take a sip of the coffee. It’s perfect. Maybe the best you’ve ever had. Is he even real?

“Well, she’s like the coolest person I’ve ever met,” you say, “Regardless of age.”

“Yeah, she is,” Hyunjin says fondly.

“I’m cool,” Minnie agrees.

The doors of the café open softly, and you and Hyunjin turn around simultaneously to see a young couple, maybe college students, seating themselves and talking softly. Hyunjin excuses himself to go help them, and you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding.

What are you even doing here?

Did you agree to come on this very strange playdate because you were so taken by a strange child that you felt the need to keep a promise you made to her? Or, on some level, did you just want to see Hyunjin again? Neither answer is particularly good. Or sane.

“You and Daddy can be friends, too.”

Your head snaps up when you realize you’d being addressed, and you regard Minnie. “What?”

“You and Daddy can be friends. You’re my friend, but Daddy, too.”

You hum, as if you’re really puzzling it over, when in reality you’re about to collapse from the embarrassment of this child inadvertently setting you up with her dad. Or maybe advertently. You have no idea how smart she actually is.

“How does it look?” you ask instead, holding up your drawing.

Minnie puts down her crayon and scrutinizes your picture as if she’s a museum collections pro scouting for art.

“Do pink flowers,” she says eventually, and she returns to her own drawing with the same intensity.

“Good idea,” you say.

You pick out a rosy pink color and try to will all your nerves about Hyunjin away. He’s just a new friend. The father of you new littlest friend. You can’t make this weird just because he’s good-looking. Hyunjin himself has vanished into the back kitchen, tucked away to prepare something. You can hear a stove going, cutlery clattering.

The café door opens again as you’re idly listening to the sounds of the kitchen. This time, it’s a middle-aged woman with a long black ponytail and a practical, motherly outfit. She greets the young couple cheerfully, and then she sets her eyes on you.

“My Min!” the lady coos, and Minnie looks up from her drawing.

“Hi. I’m coloring.”

“I can see that,” the lady says, coming up closer to lean on the table next to your casually, “And who is this?”

“(Y/N),” Minnie answers.

“I see.”

The woman is smiling, but her eyes are regarding you coolly, as if she’s sizing you up. You just offer her a nervous smile, unsure who this is or why she knows the kid.

Hyunjin emerges from the kitchen then, timing perfect, a plate holding a large grilled sandwich in hand.

“Oh, hey, Judy,” he says, on his way past to give the couple their lunch.

Judy? This is the Judy that he mentioned earlier? Not to be ageist, you think, but she seems too old to be Hyunjin’s partner. But romantic relationship or not, you can understand why he apologized on her behalf; she’s already giving you incredibly intense vibes.

“(Y/N)’s picture goes on the wall with mine, okay, Judy?” Minnie says suddenly.

“Sounds like a plan,” Judy agrees, “Now, is someone going to tell me who this young lady is?”

Moving very quickly and pretending that he’s not, Hyunjin rejoins the three of you over in your corner, setting a comforting hand on Judy’s shoulder. You can’t help but wonder if he’s doing it as a means of subtly holding her back.

“Min made friends with her at the store the other day after one of her famous mad dashes,” Hyunjin says. “And we figured the polite thing to do after that would be to invite her for a cup of coffee.”

“I see,” Judy says.

Her face softens at Hyunjin’s words, even though she’s still looking you over quizzically, like she can’t decide how to feel about you being there.

“Well, welcome,” she says, finally, “I’m Judy. This is my café.”

She extends her hand to shake, and you take it. Her hand is slim and pretty, heavy with a few jeweled rings and slightly roughened on the fingertips from hard work.

“She takes care of us,” Minnie pipes up.

“I try to,” Judy agrees. “They need all the help they can get.”

“I resent that!” Hyunjin says.

“But really, I just use this pretty face to attract customers,” Judy continues, waving a hand at Hyunjin.

He squawks his outrage, and you can’t help the smile that creeps over your face.

“The teens see this face and they come right in. It’s like magic,” Judy says, as if she’s being purposefully oblivious to how much she’s embarrassing him.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” you say.

And you mean it, too. Hyunjin obviously has an unconventional support system going on, with this woman who he introduced by her first name and not by her relation to him. It leads you to believe they’re not blood-related or anything. It doesn’t really matter, though. She seems nice, if not a little protective.

“Nice to meet you, too,” Judy says, with such heavy finality that you feel as though you’ve just cleared a hurdle.

And from the way Hyunjin’s whole body perks up at her words, maybe you have. Why do you get the feeling that this was the equivalent of a meeting-the-parents moment?

As quickly as the atmosphere had heightened, it settles back to the lazy calm it was before. Judy pats Minnie’s head fondly and disappears into the back of the café, not to reappear. Hyunjin returns to his work, and you take back up the task of neatly filling in the coloring page, careful not to upstage your tiny host and her not-quite-developed motor skills.

It’s a slow afternoon.

The young couple eats their lunch across the room, adding only a quiet hum of activity to your surroundings. Minnie tells you stories while you work, regaling you with the deep inner workings of preschooler life.

“Their names are Sage and Ginger!” she’s saying happily.

You haven’t been listening closely enough, clearly, because you’re stumped. “Whose names?”

“The babies!”

“What babies?”

“From Blue’s Clues & You,” she huffs.

Oh. You vaguely remember the original Blue’s Clues show, but you can’t say you know exactly what she’s talking about. Is she talking about…the sentient salt and pepper shakers? Do they have babies? Why do they have babies?!

“That’s cool,” you say, with level enthusiasm.

Minnie looks at you flatly, but accepts your words with a nod. “They’re cute. So little!”

It goes on like that, bits of kids’ programming trivia and input on your crayon color choices. The couple leaves, and you can see Hyunjin zeroing back in on you as he lets them out with a wave and a call to come back soon.

“How’s it going?” he asks.

You pick up your drawing, for him to see. You’ve been finished with it for a while now (it’s a children’s coloring book, so it’s not all that intricate) but you don’t want to appear unengaged, so you’ve been going over your lines and blurring out the crayon marks. His eyes crinkle up with joy at the sight of it.

“Done!” Minnie announces.

She brandishes her own drawing, too, and Hyunjin beams at the two of you with equal pride.

“Can I put these up?” he asks.

“Together,” says Minnie.

“You got it.”

He takes both rough-edged pages and whisks them away to the counter. Behind the register, on an expanse of wall, there’s a collection of doodles and coloring pages that you hadn’t noticed when you walked in. They must all be Minnie’s; the bold coloring strokes are all the same, her heavy hand immortalized in wax and marker and glitter pen.

Hyunjin tacks up the pictures side by side on the wall.

It’s the tiniest gesture in the world, really. You can’t even count how many scraps of paper, how many school notebooks and work memos that you’ve scribbled on over the course of your life. You’ve colored kids’ menus at restaurants, done detailed adult coloring books at mixers. Somehow, this one ragged coloring page tacked to the wall of a café seems like a turning point in your life.

You wonder when you got so sentimental. It’s silly, but it’s there; warm happiness in your chest.

When Minnie begins to wilt, saying in not so many words that she’s getting tired, you know that your playdate time is coming to an end. It’s only been an hour and a half, maybe two, but that’s an awful long time to keep such a young kid occupied on one activity. You’re proud of yourself, honestly.

“She’ll go down for a nap soon, before dinner,” Hyunjin tells you softly, “You can head out if you want. I don’t wanna monopolize your day.”

“I think I will,” you agree.

It’s been a nice time, but you’re not one to overstay your welcome.

You say goodbye to Minnie, who insists on giving you another crushing full-body hug, and you make it all the way to the door before you realize Hyunjin is following you.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“Walking you out,” he replies.

“I’m just going to my subway stop.”

“Then let me walk you to it,” he says.

You struggle to hold back your smile at his easy grace. “Okay, sure.”

The two of you set out into the afternoon, side by side, for the short walk from this inner part of the neighborhood to the metro stop that will take you back home. The breeze tugs at your skirt and ruffles Hyunjin’s apron, and you can’t help but sneak sidelong peeks at him as you walk.

“I hope Judy didn’t scare you too much,” he says.

“She’s intense. But I can tell that it’s out of love,” you reply.

He laughs at that, and you continue your slow meander down the unlined streets.

“She’s like an adoptive mom to me,” Hyunjin tells you. “I’m lucky to have her.”

“Oh,” you say, curious but knowing that you shouldn’t ask.

The two of you walk a while longer in your quiet bubble, but eventually, Hyunjin sighs.

“I don’t talk to my parents,” he says, “It’s not that crazy. Just how it is.”

“You don’t have to tell me more if you don’t want, I understand.”

“And now I’m oversharing. Sorry,” he winces.

You shake your head, “It’s not a bother, I just won’t pry.”

Hyunjin considers this, and nods. “It’s just me and Min, so Judy’s been a livesaver. Mom and auntie and grandma all in one.”

Just him and Min, which means no wife and no serious girlfriend. That makes you feel a bit better. You’d hate to get in the way of a serious relationship, even indirectly. Minnie is a nice kid, and you like her, but you’re not her nanny or her babysitter or anything. You’d hate to be that kind of person, shoving yourself into a family where you have no business being.

“But…I wanted to know…would you wanna hang out again?” Hyunjin asks.

You laugh gently. “For Min? I’d walk into traffic. Yes, I’ll hang out again.”

“Not with Min,” Hyunjin says, voice soft and hesitant. “With me.”

The word that falls out of your mouth before you can stop it is, “Why?”

Hyunjin snorts, and then breaks out laughing, harder than you’ve ever heard him laugh.

“Because I think you’re cool?” he says eventually. “You’re cute and you like my kid, which is more than I can say about ninety percent of the people I meet.”

This was not part of the plan. Not that you had a plan, but come on. You were here to hang out with a super weird toddler, to entertain a precocious little girl because it’s cute and fun, not to be asked out by her dad. Her gorgeous dad, who’s so out of your league that it makes your head spin.

You spare a thought to wonder if he’s playing a prank on you.

“Unless…” Hyunjin draws away from you (when did he get so close?), “Unless you’re already seeing someone? God, I didn’t even think – I’m sorry, I just-”

“No, you cut in quickly, “No, I’m not-”

“Am I being weird? I’m being weird,” he laughs, and he almost sounds…nervous?

“You’re not being weird,” you assure him, “You just surprised me. I didn’t think…”

“Then you’ll go out with me?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you say, surprising yourself, “Yeah. I will.”

Hyunjin’s smile is the fucking sun coming up. It warms you right down to your toes.

“I’ll call you,” he promises, “I’ll call and we can make plans.”

“Okay,” you agree.

The dimly-glowing sign marking the subway entrance looms ahead, and Hyunjin falls back, as you approach the down escalator.

“I’ll call you!” he says, again.

You wave as you go down the escalator, and once he’s out of sight, you practically melt. You have no idea why life is throwing you this curveball, but you’re not complaining.

---------------

True to form, it’s Minnie who calls you some days later. Not Hyunjin, the adult who presumably has control over the phone and has to dial the call. No, it’s the toddler whose voice filters over the line, the toddler who is undeniably and ultimately in control of her father’s whole world.

“Hi, (Y/N)!”

“Are you supposed to be making calls?” you tease.

“It’s okay, I have a mission,” she tells you.

“A secret mission?”

“Maybe…” Minnie’s voice pulls away from the phone, and you can hear her shout, “Daddy! Is it a secret mission?!”

Hyunjin’s voice calls something in reply, and then Minnie returns.

“Yeah, a secret mission,” she says.

“What’s your mission?”

“We gotta know, do you like Japan food or Italy food better?”

“Hmmm,” you think out loud, “I think I just like food.”

“Me too,” Minnie agrees, “I just like food.”

There’s another shout from Hyunjin that you can’t make out.

“Daddy says it’s gonna be a s’prise, then,” Minnie reports.

“Surprises are fun,” you say.

“It’s okay?” she asks.

“It’s okay,” you confirm.

“Okay! I gotta go. Talk to you later!”

Minnie hangs up, and you burst out laughing so hard that tears pool at the corners of your eyes. She manages to make it sound like she has a high-powered meeting that you’re keeping her from. How does she hide all of that thirty-five-year-old boss energy in her cute little self?

But more important than the absurd circumstance of the call is the outcome. You’re going on a real date. With Hyunjin. You try to pretend that a whole swarm of butterflies haven’t hatched in your gut.

You have a date with Hyunjin.

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The date goes well.

It goes incredibly well, in fact. If you thought Hyunjin was pretty and charming when he was in more domestic setting, with his kid and at his job, that was nothing compared to fully-focused-grownup Hyunjin on a date.

He dresses well, he’s funny and he’s gentle, he nearly cries because the dish you order to share is too spicy for him. He’s got all the puppylike charm of the young man that he is, and this underlying tired seriousness of the doting single father that he is.

You argue with him until he lets you split the bill for the meal, and he gives you a gentle kiss on the lips when he leaves you at your subway stop. It’s like a fairytale.

So you go out again, and again, and again, still. Sometimes it’s barbeque in your neighborhood, at an outdoor restaurant with great side dishes handmade by the older couple who own the place. Sometimes it’s just coffee and a long chat at a 24-hour café. You haven’t been to his home, yet, and he hasn’t been to yours, but it’s refreshing to just take things slowly with him, when the rest of life moves so fast.

Underneath the fun of being with Hyunjin, though, is the doubt.

Everything you see makes you more and more certain that he’s not a real person. He’s a dating sim come to life. He’s so good-looking that teenage girls stop to whisper and giggle about him, and passing aunties give him bold compliments. Dogs like him, service staff like him, little kids like him. And you understand it; you like him tremendously.

You’re not entirely sure why he likes you, though. Compared to him, you’re kind of reserved, kind of plain. It’s not that you don’t like yourself, but you’re a cottage to Hyunjin’s skyscraper, a woodwick candle to his disco ball. Just different realms entirely.

It doesn’t matter, you suppose, because regardless of his motivation or your understanding, you’re spending more and more time with Hyunjin, and Minnie.

You learn that it’s Hyunjin who does her hair every day, creating looks with pins and braids and tiny ponytails. He grew out his own hair to the length it is now to practice on, he tells you one day. You learn that Minnie only likes crunchy vegetables, raw carrots and the stems of lettuce, and that she can inexplicably eat much spicier food that her father can.

You’re comfortable being part of the mundane. But Hyunjin seems to have different aspirations for the two of you, in your casual and fluid relationship, still without titles or formalities.

“I want to take you somewhere nice.”

You glance up from your laptop, blinking to get the fuzziness out of your vision at you look at Hyunjin where he leans over the prep counter. It’s a weekend, but you have a pile of leftover work to get through before Monday, so you’ve set up camp at the café for the afternoon. Hyunjin is on shift, and he’s been slinging you snacks and coffees between customers. It’s been just the two of you, work obligations notwithstanding, and it’s been…domestic.

“This isn’t nice enough?” you quip.

“You know what I mean,” he rolls his eyes, “Like a real date.”

“Oh, so now you’re saying the first half dozen dates weren’t real?”

Hyunjin sticks out his thick lower lip in a pout. “What happened to the shy awkward person I met at the store? Bring her back, please, this (Y/N) is mean to me!”

You laugh. “Where did you want to go?”

“There’s this place I haven’t been to in years. It’s really nice, my aunt used to take us back when family outings were more my thing,” he says.

“Sounds okay,” you decide.

“You’d have to dress up,” he warns, “Like, for real. I’ll have to dig out a suit.”

“That’s fine.”

You turn your attention back to your laptop, trying to hide your flustered face at the idea of Hyunjin cleaning up extra nice for you, Hyunjin in a fitted suit and shined shoes. He might notice it anyway, though, if the smile that lights up his face as he turns back to the kitchen is any hint.

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It’s decided that Hyunjin will pick you up from work and drive the two of you to your first fancy date. So that morning, you hitched a ride with a coworker so as not to strand your car at the office overnight, carrying your change of clothes in a bag. The downside of that was having to explain to your coworker what necessitated the change, and your team quickly found out that you have a date. The teasing hasn’t stopped all day, good-natured ribbing all during your shift, about stoic, shy supervisor (Y/N) going on a hot date with a mystery man.

You stand in front of the full-length mirror in your office’s nice bathroom, the one reserved for visitors who can’t pee with the staff. The one with potpourri on the counters and immaculate tile floors. You’ve gone for a menswear look yourself, wide-legged slacks and a silky blouse, and heels. Hyunjin’s already seen you in a nice dress, you figure, and besides, clinging to the businesswear that you already don at work gives you just a bit more nerve.

Somehow, a date at a nice restaurant that holds some sentimental value for him is more serious than anything you’ve ever done, more intimate than splitting cakes at the café and watching Minnie force the other kids to take turns on the slide at the playground.

You adjust your French tuck just a bit, make sure that your necklace hangs neatly, and deem yourself as good as you’re gonna get. You walk out of the bathroom, bag now holding your work clothes tucked under your arm, only to see a whole group of your production team boys waiting for you.

The company where you work is a decently large tech manufacturing plant, and as a production manager, you oversee a team of techs and assembly workers who tend to be on the younger side, and much more often are young men close to your age. They’re all nice boys who you’re quite close to, but they’ve already been on your case all day. Several of them are right here in the hall, now, ready to make fun of you the way that annoying little brothers are meant to do.

“Jeez, (Y/N), out for blood,” says Taehyun, his silica filter mask hanging off one ear.

“Don’t be gross,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“It’s true, you’re really going all out for this date, huh?” adds Jeongin.

“Quit it before I vom and then report you all to HR,” you say.

“Oh, come on,” says Taehyun, “I’ve worked for you for like two years and I’ve never seen you have fun on purpose before.”

“That can’t be true,” you argue, walking toward the front of the building with your little line of assembly-boy ducklings following behind.

“On your birthday, you asked us to get you a firm handshake and a new set of pages for your planner,” Jeongin deadpans.

“You’re Ron Swanson with tits,” Jaemin says.

“Charming,” you glance at him, and he shrugs.

“It’s true.”

Car headlights shine in the picture windows that span the front of your building, and you can make out a small red car sitting in the visitor’s parking right by the door.

“Please don’t embarrass me,” you implore the boys, as you haul open the heavy glass door to let yourself out.

“We would never do that,” Jeongin says, defensive.

“Maybe we should talk to your date, though,” Jaemin suggests, “Rough him up a little.”

“Yeah, please don’t ever do that,” you say, “I’m leaving now.”

The driver’s side window is rolled down, and you can see Hyunjin leaning out, waving to you. You walk around to the passenger’s side of the car as fast as you can, giving your stupid underlings as little time as possible to ruin things.

You slide into the seat and slam the door behind you right as you hear one of the boys yell, “GET HER HOME SAFE. BY TEN.”

“Oh my God, go, drive away,” you groan.

“Who are they?” Hyunjin asks, amused, as he backs out of the parking spot.

“They work for me,” you say. “They wanna intimidate you, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“They must really like you,” he says.

“No, they just really like being annoying.”

Hyunjin laughs, glancing at you as he maneuvers onto the main road.

“You look really great,” he says, sounding a little bit shy.

“Thanks.”

“The restaurant isn’t far,” Hyunjin says, “But I wanted to look cool and drive you.”

“I already think you’re cool,” you tease.

“Well if you’d told me that before, we could have called a cab,” he says.

“Nah, I wanted to see your car,” you say, turning around in your seat to get a full view of the interior, “Big pink carseat and all.”

“Min’s constantly telling me to just get a pink car to match,” Hyunjin says, “I don’t know if I could pull that off, though.”

“With your good looks and princess hair? I think you could.”

“Good to know. Next car, pink,” he says.

Hyunjin wasn’t lying about the restaurant being close by, because the whole drive is less than fifteen minutes. You’ve barely relaxed when he pulls up to the street parking outside a modest building with a pretty marquee and rough brick siding.

“This is it?” you ask, peeking out at the building.

“Yep.”

You scrutinize the restaurant as two of you get out of the car, and you can tell instantly that it’s an upscale place. Everything from the valet in front to the fabric of the curtains reeks of steaks that cost a paycheck and truffles in every possible dish. You’re kind of excited for it.

The maître-d greets you warmly, and brings you to a table against the window, with a view into a small back garden full of lanterns and lit trellises. The table itself is a delicate wooden thing, with full-course silverware and origami napkins. Candles dance on the tabletop, a single red rose in a vase brightening the whites and silvers of it all.

Hyunjin must know a thing or two about romance, because you’re properly wowed. It’s so stereotypically wonderful, it makes for a great sixth-or-seventh date. You’ve known him long enough that you know he’s not trying to blindly impress you, but just to treat you.

You wonder what kind of family he has, that they would bring him to a place like this as a kid or a teenager.

When the waitress, a pretty young woman in server’s blacks, comes over, the two of you order from the set menu and argue only a little about what dishes to taste and what wine to have.

“They’re barely Brussels sprouts,” you’re saying, “They’re covered in oil and bacon and shit.”

“They’re green vegetables,” he counters.

“They’re gourmet, don’t be a baby.”

Starters come and quickly disappear.

The main course comes, and by this point, you’re a glass or so of wine deep, and Hyunjin is only looking more and more handsome, as your stomach starts to be comfortably filled and the drinks warm you up from the inside.

Hyunjin’s gazing at you between bites of his dinner, expression so soft that you wonder if he’s gonna lean right across the table to kiss you. It’s tender, it’s lovely, and it’s unlike any other date you’ve ever had.

But a woman’s shrill, furious voice shatters the entire atmosphere with a single sharpened word.

“Hyunjin?!”

It’s almost comical, the way Hyunjin freezes with his fork halfway to his mouth, eyes wide and startled. It’s only almost comical, because this emotion seems to be very real fear on his part. He keeps his eyes on his plate, but you look toward the sound.

There’s a woman approaching your table, thin and elegant and beautiful. She’s got only the faintest age lines on her perfectly made-up face, and her clothes are designer, a plum-colored dress that brushes her knees and a handbag worth more than your whole closet. She doesn’t even spare you a glance, zeroing in on Hyunjin as she comes to stand right beside the table, puffed up in self-righteous anger like a provoked bird.

“Hwang Hyunjin!” she barks.

Hyunjin turns his head so slowly that you wonder if he’s even moving at all, until finally he’s looking at her.

“Of all the places – what on EARTH are you doing?!” she asks him, tone stiff and angry.

It’s the kind of tone that you can imagine her using to yell at waitstaff, or berate the hotel bellhop. She’s that kind of wealthy, you can just tell. You’ve been dodging people like this your whole adult life, working your way up in the tech field, littered with its new and old money. You glance at Hyunjin, but the urgency in his face tells you to hold your tongue.

“I’m eating,” he says finally.

“Your aunt told me you were still in the city,” she says, “I can’t IMAGINE what you’ve been up to that you haven’t had time to even call, the nerve-”

“Mother,” Hyunjin says evenly, “You’re interrupting a nice time.

Mother. This is Hyunjin’s mother?

As if she’s just noticed that you’re there, she rounds on you. “And who is this?”

The disgust in her voice makes your stomach twist unpleasantly. It’s been a long while since someone has been so openly dismissive of you. Not since you were a student, you think, but God does it hurt.

“This is my date,” Hyunjin answers.

His words are clipped, like he really doesn’t want to say more.

“Well, obviously,” his mother sniffs, condescending, “What is her NAME?”

“You don’t get to know that,” Hyunjin says.

You know that Hyunjin is distant with his parents. He’s mentioned that they don’t talk anymore, and that they don’t really know his daughter at all. But it speaks volumes that he doesn’t even want his mother to know your name.

“And where did you meet this shining example of gilt wood pretending to be gold?” she asks, “The community center? The food bank?”

“There’s no need to be mean,” Hyunjin says, much more calmly than you would be able to, “We’re trying to have dinner. You should leave.”

“I’ve finished my meal. I’m on my way out,” his mother says haughtily, “But I saw you and I needed to come say something.

“No, don’t let us keep you,” Hyunjin says, gesturing toward the exit with his still-full fork.

“Hyunjin, when are you going to give up this ridiculous act and come back to make things right?” she asks, and though the tone is sincere, there’s no warmth behind it.

“Never,” he replies, “Things are just the way I want them.”

This woman, in her all finery and dignified air, stamps her foot on the ground like a child having a tantrum.

“You’re making a mockery of our family, you know that, yes?” she asks.

“You’re the one yelling at me and embarrassing yourself in a restaurant full of people,” Hyunjin points out.

“You are an aggravating and ungrateful child,” his mother hisses.

“Maybe,” Hyunjin agrees, “But I’m happy.”

Perhaps sensing that she’s starting to make a scene, his mother glances around at the other patrons, who are trying to hide the way they’re listening in with varying levels of success. Your waitress is lingering by the edge of the service floor, eyes glued on the scene.

“You’ll come to your senses,” she promises darkly. “And you’ll come begging for my help. We’ll see if I take pity on you then.”

And with that, she turns around and stalks toward the exit, not even pausing as she barks at the valet to bring her ride around. You watch until she’s outside and out of sight, and then you focus on Hyunjin.

His hands are shaking so badly that his fork clatters against his plate. You reach out and cover his hand with yours, easing the fork out of his grip and laying it down. You feel horrible, and kind of sick, but you know that between the two of you, Hyunjin is worse, so you have to push that discomfort down, just for a while.

“Let’s finish our dinner, okay?” you say, “And then we can talk about this.”

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The rest of the date isn’t agonizing, but it is uncomfortable. You chat, and joke, albeit without the same easy grace as before. Seeing his mother, and having her speak to both of you that way has really seemed to rattle Hyunjin more than a confrontation usually would.

You settle the tab, splitting it like you always do, and then you find yourselves on a bench outside the restaurant, set away from the main road. It’s dark, and it’s chilly, but it’s comfortable with the gentle atmospheric music from the restaurant marquee and the sounds of traffic.

“Min’s mom wasn’t ready for a baby.”

You glance at Hyunjin at the sound of his voice. He’s fiddling with the cuffs of his blazer, still looking distinctly unsettled.

“Neither of us were,” he amends.

“Was she a hookup?” you ask.

“A girlfriend,” he says, “But not…she was just a girl from a good family. Someone my parents thought would be a good match, so we dated for a long time.”

“A good match,” you repeat, “A good match for you?”

“A good match for the family,” he says bitterly.

“What does that matter?”

“Oh, it matters. Way more than what I want,” he says.

“They’re really rich, aren’t they?” you ask, thinking about his mother’s clothes, and her attitude, and pretty much everything about her, “Your parents, I mean.”

“Disgustingly rich.”

“Oh.”

“She’s a really nice girl, a good person. But she really didn’t want to be with me forever, and she certainly didn’t want a kid,” Hyunjin says.

“So what happened?” you ask.

“She broke things off when she got pregnant, which made both of our families pissed beyond belief. The proper thing to do would have been to get married, right? But instead she ended the relationship, and moved home,” Hyunjin says, “They took care of Min for like a year and a half, her parents and a nanny.”

“Not the mom?”

Hyunjin shakes his head. “She just didn’t want a kid. Which is okay, more than okay. Our parents were the ones who wanted to keep the pregnancy, not her. I just wanted everyone to stop fighting.”

You just nod. Hyunjin is keeping this story so purposefully vague, not dropping names or placing blame or really showing any anger. You wonder how much time he’s spent thinking about this story, or telling it in different ways. He seems almost desensitized to it all.

“When Min was almost two, her mom asked if I would take on full custody so she could sign away her parental rights and be out of the picture for good. And I figured,” Hyunjin laughs bitterly, “I figured, better to have one parent that loves you the most than two while one is half-assing it.”

“No, I can see that,” you say.

“Minnie lived with me at my parents’ house until they realized that my ex was never coming back. They always figured we’d get back together.”

“Why?!” you ask, incredulous.

Hyunjin looks at you. “Because that would be the dutiful thing to do. Get married, stay together for the kid, avoid any embarrassing attention on the families.”

“Even if that meant you were both miserable forever?”

Hyunjin turns his gaze back at the ground, sighing. “My parents said they wouldn’t support me if I couldn’t even do that one thing right and convince my ex to do right by the families and marry me. But I wasn’t gonna force her. She’s a good person. just in over her head, and scared. And I can’t blame her for that. I can’t forgive her. But I understand.”

“So, what, they kicked you out?”

“Kicked me out, cut me off,” Hyunjin nods. “I used to be set for life, with their money to back me up. I could have fucked around forever, lived comfy. They took it all away because I wouldn’t marry a girl who didn’t love me and just wanted to live her own life.”

“You’re a good person,” you say.

“It was an easy choice,” he quips, some of his usual humor returning now that he’s gotten the stress of his story out of his mind, “Either my parents, who only love me conditionally, or my daughter, who loves the biggest and best out of anyone ever.”

You laugh, but you can’t shake the new strange feeling that has settled over you, now that you know all of this about him. Knowing that Hyunjin is the rejected son of a wealthy family, a silver-spoon kid with a heart of gold. It only validates some of those nagging feelings that in some unavoidable way, Hyunjin is far, far too good for you.

He’s given up a life of luxury and security for his daughter, and his freedom. You’re not about to make him compromise on anything else, ever. At all.

“Min doesn’t even miss any of them,” Hyunjin says thoughtfully, “Doesn’t even ask.”

“That’s good, I guess,” you say.

He shrugs. “Means that she’s not too fucked up from bouncing around like that as a baby, which is a fuckin’ blessing.”

“She’s safe and happy with you now, though,” you say.

Hyunjin grins at you. “But you know who’s been a great parent influence on her?”

“Who?”

“You.”

You laugh. “I’m no parent, trust me.”

“I dunno, you’re pretty great with her,” he says airily, “I don’t trust my kid with just anyone.”

“You gotta stop being so nice to me,” you say. “You’re gonna give me ideas.”

“Ideas like what? Afraid I’ll wanna take you out on a date? Introduce you to my kid? Oh wait-”

“Shut up!” you whine, nudging him. “I just…can’t believe you like me, sometimes. Like, that you really like me, like this.”

“Of course, I like you,” Hyunjin says, dumbfounded, “We’ve been going out for weeks.”

“Yeah, and that only started because Min told you that she wanted to be friends with me.”

“Did you really think that I got your number that day because I wanted you to be friends with my three-year-old?” Hyunjin asks.

“Yes!” you answer, totally honest, “Yes, I did. I think that you would do anything in the world for that kid, even something stupid like inviting me out.”

You stand up, suddenly needing some space, some air that isn’t warm from Hyunjin’s presence by your side or scented with his soft cologne. He just watches as you pace a few short steps away from the bench.

“It was maybe twenty percent because she was being so cute with you,” he says desperately, “But the other eighty percent was for me.”

You can’t believe that. Sure, part of you hoped for it, because it’s truly so insane to just let your preschooler make friends with random women in public. It makes sense for him to have an ulterior motive. You’d hoped that it was really him who was interested, even if he just intended to hook up with you and then cut it off.

It’s beyond obvious to you that you’ve fallen hard for Hyunjin, even in just this short time. The idea of him feeling anything like that for you is much harder to fathom.

“I know you care about me, at least a little,” Hyunjin says, standing up to join you, “At least, I hope you do. Something, some chance that you like me as more than a friend, or a casual date…”

“I do,” you say, voice strangled and tiny, “But you…you’re-”

“I’m what? I’m a father already? I have too much baggage for you?”

Your heart breaks a little bit more as he says that, as you imagine other people in the past dumping him with those exact words. The conviction in his voice is all that you need to picture it; a different person, a different night, the same outcome.

“No!” you insist.

“Then what?”

You bite the bullet, and you say it. “Because you’re beautiful, Hyunjin. You’re perfect. You have a wonderful kid and a nice life that you’ve built for her and yourself after all of that shit you went through. You…you’re too good for me.”

Hyunjin recoils like he’s been slapped. “How can you think that?”

“I just look at your life, and I can’t possibly picture you moving things around just to fit me in,” you say.

“How can you think that there’s not already space for you?! Can’t you see that you’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long, long time?” he asks.

“Because I’m…” you struggle, “I’m boring, Hyunjin, I don’t know! I’m not worth changing for.”

“That’s bullshit,” he scoffs. “You’re letting my mother get to you, which is just what she wants.”

“Then I’m just not right for you,” you say, trying to ignore his comment about his mother and how absolutely right it is. “You have this cute little picturesque life, and I have my normal job and my hobbies and my family and friends and I would just…be in the way.”

“You’re not in the way now,” Hyunjin says.

“We’re not a serious couple now!”

“Why can’t you just let me like you?!”

He’s practically yelling now, keeping his distance and nearly folding in on himself as he looks at you with eyes that are far too shiny. It’s not the yelling that gets to you, but what he’s saying.

“Because it’s scary!” you yell back. “I don’t want to lose you, or your kid, but I know that-”

“I can show you,” he pleads.

He draws in a little closer, like he’s afraid he’s going to spook you. Against your stubborn brain’s protests, you reach out to thread your fingers with his.

You don’t want to lose him.

But as disgusting and cliché and self-deprecating as it is, you just can’t fathom someone like him wanting to be with someone like you.

Hyunjin leans more fully into your gentle grasp, pulls you right up close to him so that the two of you are toe to toe, there on the street outside the restaurant, as cars pass by and streetlights cast their dim yellow light over it all. He’s looking right into your eyes, expression firm and warm and so, so Hyunjin. You can feel your heart fluttering in your chest as you scan his face for nervousness or insincerity, and find none.

He’s looking at you the way he looks at Minnie when she falls asleep on the couch watching Frozen 2 for the millionth time. The way he looks at Judy when her back is turned in the café.

“I’ll show you that I mean it,” he says again, “I’ll be here for you. I’ll support you the way that you’ve supported us. I’ll love-”

He can’t get to the end of that sentence, because you wrench your free arm around his neck and pull him down to kiss you. He startles, lets go of your hand, and you freeze, thinking you’ve miscalculated the situation and gone too far. But he recovers quickly, wrapping both arms around your waist. He adjusts you so that you’re flush against him, and kisses back, harder.

His plush lips are wine-sour and soft, and he molds them against yours like he’s starving for it.

“My place,” he says, pulling back just the slightest bit so he can speak, “My place.”

“But-”

“Min is at Judy’s for the night,” he says, “Please.”

You want to. You want to so badly that your head is spinning, that your heart is beating out a rhythm against your ribcage. He’s here in front of you, wrapped up in you, so handsome and so unattainable…

Well. You think that Hyunjin is making a mistake. But if he’s gonna make it, you’re gonna enjoy every minute of it.

“Okay,” you breathe.

“Okay, or yes?” Hyunjin says, “I need a real yes.”

You hesitate. You decide. You say it.

“Yes.”

Just like that, he’s pulling you down the road to his car and opening the passenger’s side door for you. His place is across the city from here, so you settle in for what’s sure to be the most impatient car ride of your life. Anticipation drags out the minutes, as the energy between you grows so tense that you’re sure one of you is going to snap and start things up before you even get there.

But you’re spilling out onto the sidewalk in front of his building before you know it, Hyunjin’s hand on the small of your back, guiding you.

You’ve been to his place before, to meet him outside for dates, but you’ve never gone inside before. It’s a regular villa building, boxy and painted a demure white, and he leads you up the metal stairs to the third floor.

“I’m not trying to pressure you into anything,” Hyunjin says uncertainly, as he unlocks the door.

“I know,” you say, “I wouldn’t have come up if I didn’t want…well…”

Hyunjin grins his understanding, and you follow him into the apartment, taking his lead as he kicks off his shoes. You peek around when he flips on the lights.

His home looks about the way you’d expect: modest-sized and full of plain, sturdy furniture that looks like it could take a few hits. The décor is understated, intending to be an atmosphere of minimalist modernism, except that a girly, demanding preschooler definitely lives here. Drawings cover the fridge, the corkboard on the wall, the dining table with its one normal chair and one pink booster seat. Toys, hair accessories, and art supplies sit on shelves, in baskets, on end tables.

“It’s cute,” you say.

“Hm?”

Hyunjin pops his head out of the kitchen, now sans blazer, where he’s switching on more lights. He obviously has a just-gotten-home routine, and he’s not about to abandon it just because you’re here.

“This place. It’s cute,” you repeat. “It suits you.”

“It’s small,” he says with a shrug, tossing his blazer onto the back of the couch, “But we each have a bedroom and that’s really all that I can ask for. You ever shared a bedroom with a toddler? Not cool.”

“I’d like to see your room,” you tease, cringing at yourself instantly for making the dumbest of the dumb jokes.

But Hyunjin’s expression is just dangerously joyful, like he’s really taking it to heart.

“I’ll give you the grand tour,” he says.

“Sounds like you’re plotting.”

“I did tell you that I would prove it to you,” he says, drawing in close to you again, “How much I care about you.”

“The only way you know how to do that is with sex?” you ask playfully, “That’s sad. Maybe expand your vocabulary, first.”

He looks down at you, amused and just slightly frustrated. “Why can’t you make this easy for me?”

“Nothing with me is easy,” you say, “You should get used to that.”

“I dunno. You’re kind of easy to love.”

There he goes again, with that word. You can feel your cheeks burning, unable to process such casual affection from someone you like so much.

“Can I kiss you?” you ask.

“As much as you want,” he promises.

You slot yourself comfortably into his arms and lean up to kiss him. He’s got such ridiculous plush lips, soft and sliding against yours, and he holds you like you’re something precious. It’s an overwhelming amount of attention, but you let yourself bask in it.

“C’mon,” he says, “I’ll give you that tour.”

He winks, and then he releases you, walking across the small living space toward the doors on the far wall. Following him is second nature, at this point, and you pad after him.

“This is Min’s room,” he tells you.

He cracks the door on the right, so that you can see a peek of the pink explosion on the other side.

“She picked all her own décor,” he says.

“I’m starting to think that pink is just your favorite color, and you’re using the kid as an excuse,” you say.

“You’ll never get me to admit it,” he grins.

He opens the door on the left, and this room is soft woods and earth tones. Definitely an adult’s room, almost stark in its lack of personal effects. It’s dark except for city lights filtering between the open curtains, casting the room into a seductive kind of shadow. You follow him into the room, grinning to yourself.

“Bed looks comfy,” you say.

Hyunjin sits down on the edge of the bed, strong thighs in dress pants drawing your eye shamefully quickly, and fixes you with a look.

“Come find out,” he offers.

You can’t keep being so self-conscious about this. It’s Hyunjin, it’s only Hyunjin, your friend. One of your dearest friends. With his supermodel face, and his long blonde hair falling out of its ponytail in wisps around his cheekbones, and the outline of his cock against his thigh-

Fuck.

Something in you snaps. You climb into his lap, settling yours knees on either side of his hips, winding your arms around his neck to pull his mouth back against yours. He laughs into the kiss, his hands landing on your hips and pulling you down harder into him.

“See?” he says, voice low, “It’s not so hard to open up to me, is it?”

“I think you’re making a mistake,” you mutter.

“You’re so mean to yourself,” Hyunjin chides.

You cock an eyebrow at him. “I can be mean to you instead.”

He just laughs again, grinding his hips up into you briefly. You can feel him getting hard beneath you, distinct even through the layers of clothes that separate the two of you.

“Can this come off?” he asks, plucking at the collar of your nice silky blouse.

“Yeah.”

His answering smile is dark and satisfied, conniving in a way that makes your pulse jump. Hyunjin is so calm and sweet most of the time, cheerful in a way that suggests naivety. You almost worry about him, sometimes, worry that to other he’ll come across as just pretty and dim. Why are you getting the feeling that you’ve stumbled across a very different part of him, tonight?

“D’you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” he asks, against your collarbone, as he unbuttons your blouse down your chest, down your stomach.

“How long?”

“Too long. Way too long.

He’s pushing your shirt off your shoulders before you know it, reaching around to unhook your bra. His hands are firm and certain, the stumbling hesitation that he’d shown while asking you out nowhere to be found. Here, apparently, he’s absolutely comfortable.

Your shirt and bra are discarded carelessly, and you’re surprised that you feel no shyness at all when Hyunjin cups your breasts in his hands and thumbs over your nipples.

“Knew you’d be pretty,” he says.

“Shut up,” you mumble.

He gives you another one of those feline grins.

“Watch it,” he warns.

Hyunjin hooks one arm around your back and flips the two of you over so that he’s on top, all but dragging you up to the middle of the bed. You’re sprawled on your back under him now, bouncing gently on the mattress with the force that he’d used to move you.

“You’re even prettier like this,” he smirks, “I like the slacks, by the way, very professional. I didn’t tell you that earlier.”

“Thanks,” you reply, breathing heavy, unsure how to handle this new Hyunjin and his blinding confidence.

“Can those come off, too?”

“What about your clothes?” you whine.

“We’ll get to that,” he promises.

He only needs one hand to unbutton, unzip, and tug your slacks down to your knees in one fluid motion, and he move aside so you can kick them off all the way.

“These are so you,” Hyunjin says.

You’re confused, until you look down yourself to see the panties you’d put on that morning: light blue with a pattern of tiny white running llamas. They’re not all that sexy, but they’re comfy, and it’s not like you’d explicitly planned on anyone seeing them, date or no date.

“I wasn’t expecting to get fucked tonight,” you say bluntly, “Give me a break.”

“Should have at least hoped for it,” he grins.

“I try to keep my expectations realistic.”

“You need to give yourself more credit,” Hyunjin says.

To punctuate it, he leans down over you fully, caging you in, and kisses you breathless again. He trails his mouth and hands down your front lazily, scraping his teeth against your hipbone where it peeks from the waistband of your underwear. He lets one long finger trace over your panties, across your covered pussy, and you can’t help how you twitch.

“Bet you’re fuckin’ delicious, too. Am I gonna get to taste?” he asks.

“Jesus Christ,” you groan.

The mouth on him…you’ve never had someone talk to you like this before, so tender and affectionate but also so obscene. It sends arousal pealing through you, the idea that he can be so into this, into you.

“Use your words,” he says, “Come on, can I taste you?”

“Yes,” you say, “God, Hyunjin…”

“Oh, I like how my name sounds, like that, listen to you,” he purrs.

He hooks his fingers into your waistband and pulls your panties off smoothly. Those are abandoned over the edge of the bed, too, and Hyunjin has his face between your legs seemingly as fast as he can.

“Tell me if anything doesn’t feel good,” he says, warm breath fanning over your inner thighs.

“I will,” you say, “Don’t worry.”

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he mutters, and he licks into you indulgently.

He’s got one hand bracing himself against your leg, one hand holding your folds open for him so he can dip his tongue into your opening, drag it slow across your clit.

“Fuck,” he says, and you swear you can feel the word against you, “Can’t wait to feel this sweet pussy around my dick.”

You moan. You can’t help it, can’t help the way you’re leaking your arousal against his tongue, the way his words and his gorgeous mouth are working you over. He pulls away from your core much too quickly, and he smiles when you whine.

“Just a taste, I said,” he placates.

He sits back on his heels between your legs to strip off his own clothes, but you haul yourself up to meet him.

“Let me do it,” you say.

“Be my guest.”

So it’s your turn to undo his buttons and give yourself an unencumbered look at his body for the first time. He’s slim, working muscle like a dancer, gorgeous skin under your hands. You kind of want to take your time, leave marks all over him and get to know every inch. But it does seem like he has an agenda tonight, as he impatiently shrugs off his shirt and undoes his own belt.

He rids himself of his pants and underwear quickly, and you really should have expected him to have a cock like THAT. He’s tall, and pretty, and of course, this part of him matches perfectly, long and thick and beautifully flushed.

“I’m clean,” you find yourself saying, “And on birth control, so if you want…we can…”

Hyunjin grins at you. “You just want me to fuck you raw.”

“I do,” you agree, “Fuck, I do.”

“I’m clean, too,” he tells you.

He nudges your legs apart to make room for him as he crawls back up your body, giving you a gentle playful shove so that you lay flat on your back for him again.

“Is that what you want? Want me to fill you up, just like this?”

He’s looming over you, propping himself up with his hands planted on either side of your head. You can feel the tip of his cock nudging between your folds.

“That’s what I want,” you agree desperately. “Please.”

You don’t know why you’re begging him like this. Are you that easy to break?

But you can’t bring yourself to care how ridiculous you sound, because Hyunjin rocks his hips forward to dip the head of his cock into you, and you keen.

“What do you want?” he asks, with a knowing smirk.

“You know exactly what!”

“I can’t give you anything unless you tell me,” he says.

“I want,” you struggle, “I want you to fill me up. Please.”

“That’s a good girl,” he praises gently.

He rewards you with another thrust, a little deeper, sending a fantastic thrill through your body but still nowhere near enough. He works himself into you slowly, just a bit at a time, pulling completely out in between just to be able to sink all the way back in.

After what seems like an eternity, he slides in completely, hips flush against yours. You squirm, needing him to do SOMETHING, after taking his sweet time to get to this point, but Hyunjin seems content to just sit like this for a moment.

“I was right,” he tells you, “Feels fuckin’ heavenly.”

“Move, please,” you beg.

“Be patient. Maybe I just want you to cockwarm me for the rest of the night,” he teases.

“I would go home,” you say.

He laughs. “Okay, okay, you got me, that’s not what I want.”

So slowly that you know he’s doing it on purpose to torture you, Hyunjin draws back and fucks into you, hard and deep. It coaxes a punched-out moan from your throat, already so strung out though you’ve just begun.

He’s stronger than you would have imagined, driving into you with those narrow dancer’s hips and leaning down to press kisses to your cheeks, your mouth, the sides of your throat. His hands roam like he wants to be touching all of you at once: kneading into your breast, smoothing back your hair, bending your legs up farther so he can fuck you deeper, better.

“Look how well you take me,” he says.

You do look. You crane your neck up to look down the narrow space between you, as Hyunjin props up his body above you, and you can just barely see his thick cock working into you, disappearing with an obscene squelch that leaves no question about how much you’re enjoying yourself.

“So messy,” he teases.

“’m not messy,” you mumble, feeling sex-stupid but indignant.

“No?” he grins, “Not dripping wet for me?”

You want to argue, but he’s right; you can feel exactly how wet you are for him. You can’t remember the last time someone had you so desperate, so ready and eager to take what you’re given. Hyunjin falls forward to let your bodies press together, covering you and pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear.

“Sweet girl,” Hyunjin murmurs, voice soft and fond and dangerous, “So good for me. So good with my kid. We could give her a sibling, you know.”

It sounds like something that just slipped out, the way that it’s so honest and the way that Hyunjin nearly gasps at himself. But your mind has gone one hundred percent completely blank. You let out a moan that’s mostly silent, as you let the implication of that wash over you.

You didn’t think you had a thing for, well…this.

But Hyunjin, looking at you like this, talking like this, honest and filthy, right in your ear. You know that it’s just dirty talk, that he doesn’t mean it, not right this instant. You both know that you’re on birth control. But the game of it, the idea of it…

“Yes,” you gasp, “Oh my God-”

“Oh, you REALLY like that,” he purrs, “I can feel you squeezing around me.”

“Hyunjin!” you moan.

“Is that what you want, baby? You just wanna be filled up with my cum, is that it?”

You can’t believe the words coming out of his mouth, and you doubly can’t believe how much you fucking love them, how you’re nodding and clawing your fingernails down his back at the picture he’s painting for you.

“Please,” you gasp, “I want – I want-”

Hyunjin draws up so that he can look into your eyes. “Baby wants me to give her a baby. Hm.”

Never in your life have you been brought right to the point of cumming just from someone’s words, but that’s exactly what’s happening. You can feel that perfect fuzzy electricity in your toes, building up. If you cum untouched, just from this, you’re gonna have some real soul-searching to do.

He seems to be at a similar place, fucking into you at a breakneck pace, still murmuring at you mindlessly.

“Want to fill up this sweet pussy, put a baby in you…Jesus fucking Christ, so good,” Hyunjin moans.

“Inside,” you agree, “Please – I need you, I just-”

As if he couldn’t be more perfect, Hyunjin slips his hand between you, presumably to bring you over the peak with him. The instant his finger presses against your clit, starts to rub a messy circle in the wetness spreading across your folds and your inner thighs, you cum.

You feel like screaming, but your voice is strangled, constricted with arousal, “Oh-”

“Fuck!” Hyunjin moans, like he’s agreeing with you.

One, two, three, four deep strokes, and Hyunjin bottoms out, pressing into you as he cums. Your hips buck into him on their own accord as he paints your walls with his cum, and you can’t help the newly-awakened corner of your mind that thinks about what could happen, if you weren’t on your birth control, if you did this again…

Goddamn. You really have some journaling to do later, or something.

“So perfect,” Hyunjin mutters, letting his head fall, burying his face in your shoulder, “So fucking perfect, how did I get so lucky?”

You’re the lucky one, you think to yourself. Your brain is simultaneously too full and too empty to say anything coherent, so you just lay there, wrap your limbs around Hyunjin as well as you can. He gets the message, you think, because he snuggles more firmly into you and turns his head to press a kiss to your jaw.

He’s warm, and kind of heavy, but you don’t want him to move, or to pull out of you. Just let this minute last a little longer, you think. Just a little longer, before you have to talk about what all of this means.

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You only know you’ve fallen asleep when you wake up.

There’s a weight on your chest, pressing you into the mattress. For a second you think you have sleep paralysis, until you get a face-full of blonde hair and realize that it’s just Hyunjin, fast asleep on top of you.

“Get up,” you say, pushing on him gently, “And, ew, let me clean up.”

You can feel his cum drying on the inside of your thighs, where it trickled out around his softened cock while you slept. It’s kind of nasty, but the memory of all the hazy lust-filled things you said to each other makes you not mind so much.

Hyunjin yawns audibly, right next to your head, and then he peels himself off you.

“Sorry,” he grins. “Are your arms asleep?”

“No. Doesn’t your neck hurt from laying like that?”

He presses a smacking kiss to your forehead. “No. You’re a good pillow.”

Hyunjin pulls out of you and climbs gingerly off the bed. You squint around the room until your eyes find a glowing digital clock on his bedside; it’s only just past midnight.

“Shower and then sleep?” Hyunjin offers.

“Sounds good.”

He helps you to your feet, laughing as your knees threaten to buckle despite the cooldown period you’ve had.

“I hope I didn’t cross any lines,” he says tentatively, “I took a risk with all that baby talk and-”

“I liked it,” you admit, shy.

“Really?”

You nod. “I mean, we shouldn’t do anything stupid. Not right now. But just to play with, in the bedroom…”

Grinning, you fan yourself dramatically with your hand, like you’re a proper lady being overwhelmed with the saucy behavior of your male paramour.

Hyunjin laughs again. “Good to know.”

He shows you across the hall to the bathroom, men’s hair and skin and shaving products lined up next to rainbow-packaged kiddie shampoo and a small bin full of bath toys. As the shower is warming up, steam and the sound of rushing water filling the bathroom, he nudges you with his elbow.

“I knew all along that you were just into me because I have a kid,” he says.

You consider it, as you pull back the shower curtain and test the water. It’s warm, so you draw the curtain fully back and step under the spray. Peeking out at him, water starting to run down your back and warm your skin the way that Hyunjin’s presence warms you on the inside, you smile.

“Guess you’re just a DILF.”

💕💕💕💕

#hwang hyunjin #stray kids #hwang hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin fics #stray kids hyunjin #stray kids hyunjin smut #dilf series #kpop #kpop fanfic #tw emotional manipulation #tw emotional neglect #tw unhealthy relationship

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lampeso · 3 years

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Hey hey hey!! So this year I’m finally going to participate in kinktober, it seems pretty fun, so I hope you enjoy the stuff I wrote along with it :’)

And some information about how I write. The characters will have the kink (meaning that the kink will be used on Y/N) and not Y/N(except the cross dressing one because how the fuck do you cross dress a genderless character). AND DON’T JUDGE ME FOR WHAT I GAVE THEM, I RANDOMLY PICKED!! so yeah uh hope you enjoy :’)!!

(P.S I’ll usually upload them at weird ass times but always before 12 A.M :D)

Master-list:

1st day is Doma with Dacryphila ( ・∇・)

Ok this bitch would love seeing you cry, like it probably brings a actual fucking smile to his face.

2nd Day shall be Dazai Osamu with a breeding kink (//∇//)

OK PLEASE HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE, he may want to die right but that doesn’t mean he wants his legacy to die with him.

3rd day is Mr. Chuuya Nakahara and he gets overstimulation (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Have you seen this bitch, of course he’s into overstimulation like he bro…

4th day is Gojo Satoru and thick thighs （≧∇≦）

He honestly looks like he would fucking love thick thighs, like broo tell me he doesn’t.

5th day is upper moon two or known as Akaza and blindfolding (´∀｀)

Bruh I don’t know why but I think that he would just love it if you can’t see, nor expect what he’s going to do to you!

6th day is miss Mitsuri Kanroji and phone sex (=^▽^)σ

Ok listen she’d probably get bored and wanna try this at work and stuff

7th day is Licorice Cookie (human) and a size kink (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

Idfk how this is going to work but uh, I guess he would just like knowing he’s big or some shit.

8th day is my boy lilac cookie and sweet talking (*´◒`*)

Uh I think that he would be a sweet talker, I mean like have you seen him?

9th day is Toji Fushiguro with cross dressing ٩( ᐛ )و

I mean,, I think he would just like to feel a bit feminine ever once in a while, I also think that he thinks that he is hot af as a girl!

10th day is sir Keaya and his daddy kink ٩( 'ω' )و

Oh Lordy lord, do I even have to explain? I just feel this kink radiating off of him!

11th day is the demon king himself! Muzan who has a collar with your name on it (*⁰▿⁰*)

This bitch would probably like to control you in every way possible even if that way is putting you on a leash!

12th day is the stone hashira Gyomei Himejima with marking (。-∀-)

Ok bud, listen he may not be able to see, but he wants other people to see that you are his!!

13th day will be Snake boy Obanai Iguro with Pyrophiliacs （ ; ; ）

I don’t even know what to say about this one, I guess he just likes causing havoc even in the bedroom!

14th day is Sukuna and drugging, wowza (^_^;)

He’s the curse king, of course he’s finna do bad things like bro what would stop this bitch? but at least he’s hot while doing it~!!

15th day is our lovely mistress Nakime with begging ╰(*´︶`*)╯

This cool girl would definitely make you beg like, ahhh she’s a cool ass bitch!!

16th day is Esdeath who is going to be a dominate bitch ヽ(´▽｀)/

I don’t know much about Esdeath because I’m doing her on a request, but from what I do know she is a dominant girl!!!

17th day is our upper moon 6 Gyutaro and he’ll be into edging o(^o^)o

He honestly looks and acts like he’d be into stuff like edging, but who can blame him!

18th day is my big man Kokushibo who is into gagging (°▽°)

Um so, I guess that he would just like you making that much noise, I mean he doesn’t make that much so he probably wouldn’t want you to make that much noise to!!

19th day is our girl boss Baal / The Raiden Shogun who gets mutual masturbation (=^▽^)σ

I mean, she probably is into mural masturbation like have you seen the way she acts? Yeahhhh…

20th day is Twice (Jin bubaigawara) who is definitely into Knife Play ♪( ´▽｀)

Do I even have to explain this? He’s a villain, a villain with as much trauma as him he probably has a bunch more twisted kinks.

21st day is one of our favorite killers Isaac Foster with cockwarming @(・●・)@

This is understandable isn’t it? I cant explain why I think he likes it, I just feel like he does!

22nd day we have Uzui Tengen being a sadist ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Bro he honestly just gives off the vibes of a sadist. Like tell me he doesn’t, you can’t can you?

23rd day is going to be the all mighty rock archon, Zhongli! He will be into hair pulling (*'▽'*)

Guys I fucking swear that he is into hair pulling like why wouldn’t he be?

24th day is our Canadian childe Thoma!!! He will be a masochist in the fic \(//∇//)\

He’s already submissive and breedable so the fact that he got this one flabbergasted me! But yeah that bitch is so submissive~!

25th day is our cake cookie guy, Red Velvet Cookie! In this he will be into getting praise ♪( ´▽｀)

I mean like, why wouldn’t he! He’s a pretty confident fella so I imagine that he would wanna be praised for his strength!

26th day is going to be Mr dilf cookie or better known as Almond cookie! Who probably likes bondage (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)!!

Oml, I swear this bitch would love to see you all tied up in rope! like he would get rock hard, ah!!!

27th day is our burning hot hashira, Rengoku kyojuro! Our fire man will love lingerie o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o♡

Eeee! I swear this spicy man would love to see you in some fancy ass lingerie!! I swear this bitch would evaporate if he saw you!!

28th day is our favorite ginger! Childe!! Who’s kink shall be publicity ʕ•̫͡•ʔ!!

Ahhh! He definitely would have this one, like tell me a reason why he wouldn’t!

29th day is our favorite job hopper Shin Tsukimi (Sou Hiyori)! Is paired with erotic dancing @(・●・)@

I don’t know that much about him but he just gives off those vibes! Tell me he doesn’t. He’ll probably like it if he doesn’t have to pay lol.

30th day will be your friendly and local police officer Keiji Shinogi! With the kink of blood play!! (o^^o)

Ok I get that he’s a police and shit but, that doesn’t stop him from having a bit of fun with blood iykyk!

AND FOR THE LAST DAY WE GET ENMU WHO WILL BE A SUBMISSIVE BITCH ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／

Do I really have to even explain this one? Hopefully not!

AND THATS MY MASTER LIST BITCHESS WOO HOPE YOU ENJOY MY KINKTOBER

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ihatebnha · 3 years

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🦊hello! It's been while, so sorry! Life been busy. Hope everything is going well for you!

At anyrate. I just read your annoying Dilf Bakugou headcanons. And last night I read your pierced dick Bakugou posts. And idk, I might be crazy, or my weird adhd brain is at it again but hear me out.

Dilf kiri who, despite everything going for him and him not being THAT much older than you (I'm picturing like 12-15yrs. Roughly) is still a little insecure about dating and landing you! Like dating never was the easiest thing for him, probably cause the man is basically a golden retriever with shark teeth and so maybe he had a couple bad experiences with people who took advantage of him and his pro hero fame etc.

But things are going good with you, even Bakugou approves of you which is always a good sign when you can win the gremlin over! So anyway. One night he's out with you and your friends. Once again, a little bit of insecurity pops up. Just a little. Mostly cause he wonders why you aren't dating any of these guys your own age, even though you've assured him you are very very happy with him.

One way or another you and your friends and kiri end up at a piercing shop and in a small bout of alcohol fueled insecurity kiri gets his dick pierced. He wants to be fun and spontaneous with you and your friends (note, you probably walk away from this excursion with the same amount of holes and ink or lack thereof as you went into it with) so anyhow!

A few days later and poor man is horny! He loves his sexy girlfriend and he can't fuck you and getting hard hurts and it just is kinda shitty. You finally press him for why he got it in the first place and when he tells you you assure him he is fine just the way he is and doesn't need to do the stupid shit your friend do! There is a good chance that is part of the reason you do not wanna date any of them!

But you tell him he can just take it out and let it heal closed if it's so bad. But man are you happy when he decides to tough it out and keep it.

God I hope this sounds ok. I don't wanna make kiri sound like a huge bundle of insecurity but since he does have those past experiences and he'd be significantly older and stuff it seems ok. But like feel free to ignore! And don't feel like ya gotta write a bunch or anything. Just wanna share the thrist.

Mmmm Foxie, this scenario is so sweet🥺🥺🥺...

It’s also making me imagine like, dilf!Kiri who still has all his insecurities being with you, except that in this case, he actually used to be a kind of a partier... so when you end up at the piercing shop, he’s just like... “Yeah, I’ll get a piercing...” and doesn’t even flinch when thinking about OR getting it.

And when you get home and ask him about it, he’s definitely confessing he just did it not to seem like an old man, but at the same time, I can also see him pulling out a picture from his early Pro Hero (maybe with the Bakusquad 👀) days of him with nipple piercings LMAO...

But omg you’re right, he definitely regrets it a couple days in when it really hits him that keeping it means you can’t fuck (and when he complains to Bakugo, he has to laugh at him, having already been through it himself).

ON ANOTHER NOTE THO, this whole thing is making me kind of feral because now I’m thinking about dilf!Kiri being this big and strong and tough hero... who isn’t exactly insecure about himself, but definitely questions your relationship sometimes... so you really have to show him off and boss him around sometimes to get him back to his usual self.

Like whenever you go on double or triple dates with your friends, this means waving around his credit card and making him pay for everyone, or sitting on his lap very casually while you talk, arms around his neck... even making him pick you up from or drop you off at hangouts in his shiny red sportscar...

(He’s all shy when he waves to you, too.)

I don’t know, though... I just want to show him off until all my friends are jealous... and Kiri knows he’s worth it. BLEHHH.

Anyway, ily @katsukis-foxie6!!!

#kirishima x reader #kirishima #kirishima thoughts #ask #anon #caitie post #anon thoughts #🦊#sorry this took so long!!!!

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tossawary · 3 years

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Wow! Sounds like a bad situation you have with your computer there! I hope it gets fixed soon! Stay safe! Please no "We die like Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky"! Also, thanks to your Shen Qingqiu MILF/DILF rant I am now thinking of Silver Fox Shen Qingqiu! ...Now I want fanart, what have you done????? XD

Unfortunately, it’s not really something that can be fixed! I’m forcing my computer to render heavy (complicated) video files, which it can do, just... with effort. So, there’s like 10-15 minutes in which my computer becomes very, very slow because it is doing its best. Kind of makes me feel spoiled, honestly, like, “What do you mean I can’t render video in the background AND stream movies on my other screen AND browse the internet while loading many images?!”

Honestly, I don’t even understand some of the things I’m making my computer do. I can only poke the screen like, “Do the magic faster and better.” Usually, I just get up and leave my computer alone for a while.

Haha, yeah, that rant... look... if someone had called Wei Wuxian a MILF as a joke, I wouldn’t have blinked. Because, like: A-Yuan + “I birthed this child myself” + Wangxian’s related kinks = yeah, sure, I get that joke.

But Shen Yuan?! Shen “if I so much as look at my own sexuality, I’ll die” Yuan?! Shen “I can only behave and dress the way I do because I’m pretending to be someone else and the concept of examining my relationship to gender doesn’t even exist in my brain” Yuan?! Outside of very specific AUs and/or kink fic determined to make stuff happen, this man would be a DILF, except he’s not even a parent and ykw, thank goodness he’s not.

(You can argue that “Luo Binghe has a MILF kink” but imo that’s not grounds for generally calling SQQ a MILF. It’s Luo Binghe. Luo Binghe has all the kinks and all the fantasies. This man is down for pretty much anything.)

Anyway, silver foxes! SY complains about being an “old man” and he doesn’t even have greying hair or wrinkles? I know these types of novels and especially the bullshit Airplane was writing has everyone being young and beautiful forever, but there are plenty of opportunities to give SQQ’s body some scars or signs of age, especially given his self-destruction and resurrection. Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge are not cowards. They’d be into it.

#hello-casualbouquetcycle #ask tossawary #tossawary svsss #tossawary mdzs #shen yuan #wei wuxian #mpreg tw #tw mpreg #pregnancy tw #tw pregnancy #silver fox shen qingqiu au

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fantastic-bby · 3 years

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GOT7 as college professors

Pairing: -

Word count: 3.1k

Genre: Headcanon | It’s kinda crack I’m ngl

Warnings: -

Masterlist

Jaebeom

Teaches music and film production

Dresses very casually (oversized shirts/hoodies and oversized pants)

Gets mistaken as a student a lot

Has a picture of all of his cats on his desk

Intimidates students at first glance, but all of them agree that he’s actually one of the chillest professors on campus once they spend time in his classes

Always late to class

Which is one of the reasons that made the students realise he’s more on the vibey side

He doesn’t seem to have anything planned when he walks into class

Places bag onto the table, sits down, looks at everyone and pulls his phone out to play music while he teaches

He’ll ask them what they wanna learn before he actually even starts the lesson because he’s interested in what they think about the course

When he’s not in class, he’s usually seen with Youngjae and Mark

Avoids talking to BamBam and Yugyeom because he knows that they’re just gonna bully him the entire time

Always eats at on-campus café that has a pet daycare for anyone who needs to leave their pets while they go off and do work

He spends his time there petting the cats

The students who own the cats are in love with him because of that

They come in and it’s like

“Professor Jaebeom…?”

“Oh, is this your cat? She’s so cute”

They stand there and watch him play with their cats if they didn’t already love him before, they love him way more now

The entire music and film production department is IN LOVE with him

The students, the other professors, the janitors

They all love him

They think he’s the sweetest man ever

Until someone treats his class like it’s ass

Then Jaebeom goes OFF

The entire class is quiet

Completely stunned

Because he is a n g r y

The student who was purposefully being an ass is staring at him like O-O

Because no one really expected him to lose his cool

But if you treat Jaebeom’s class like it’s not worth your time, he will get so mad

Wouldn’t hesitate to kick you out if you shit on his hard work

He doesn’t want to let one single person being an ass affect the whole class, so he’ll try to move on from them as quickly as possible

“If you think my class is not worth it, then get out. You chose to take this course, so don’t go around wasting other peoples’ time”

Mark

Teaches mathematics

Dresses in smart casual most of the time, but occasionally dresses fully casual

Has gotten mistaken as a student a couple of times

Has a picture of Milo and his family on his desk

Intimidates students because he’s more on the quiet side

But some of them have seen the way he acts around his friends, so they’re a little bit more comfortable around him

Cries at graduations

Always arrives to his classes on time except for that one time where he had to clean Milo’s crap off of his carpet

The students actually like him a lot

He’s very patient with them but has the tendency to get a bit more strict

Always has his plan ready by the time he’s in class

Understands that not everyone likes maths and that’s why he’s pretty patient

Takes his time with students who have a hard time understanding the formulas

Spends his time in-between classes with Jaebeom and Youngjae

Students will see them chilling at the skatepark or at the pet café

Youngjae’s usually just watching them do tricks whenever they’re skating

“Youngjae, do a trick”

“Hyung, I can’t skate”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t try”

Has most of the campus fawning over how school he looks on his skateboard because he uses it to get around the place

“Good afternoon, Professor Mark”

The group of students burst into giggles the moment he waves while skating past them

Is honestly one of the coolest professors on campus

Even the other professors agree that he’s cool as hell even if Mark won’t admit it

Usually seen talking with Youngjae about their precious fluffy, white, dog babies usually arguing about which dog is cuter

Only for Yugyeom to pop in with a picture of Dalkyum

They stare at him before completely ignoring him because the argument is about two tiny fluffy white dogs

Then BamBam and Jaebeom come in talking about cats instead and the two of them just give up

Rarely gets angry in class

Has once blown up only because someone was being rude to another student in his class

“Why don’t you do the whole class a favour and just stop being an asshole?”

The student shuts up immediately

He gives them a glare before moving on with the lesson

If he hears them starting shit again then he’ll lose it

“Dude, if you’re just gonna sit there and shit on someone then just leave”

That’s enough to get the student leaving the class out of embarrassment because no one had ever gotten Mark pissed off enough to tell them off twice in the same lesson

Afterwards he just pretends nothing happened and continues to teach the students like normal

“Who doesn’t understand this concept?”

Jinyoung

Teaches literature and philosophy

Campus DILF

Always dresses formally and has never gotten mistaken as a student before

Has one single picture of him and his friends from when they went to Italy together on his desk

Everyone’s scared of him

Who wouldn’t be?

His resting bitch face makes students scared of attending his lessons sometimes

Has made a few students cry just by looking at them when he was asking a question

Usually ends up staring at them like :| but can’t do anything about it because his face is just like that

He wasn’t even angry, he was just… looking at them

Spends most of his time with Jackson but also looks like he tries to escape him half of the time

Jackson calls him in the middle of a lesson and Jinyoung’s slightly concerned because he thinks something is wrong

“Jinyoung, did you look at the picture I sent you? It’s funny!”

“Professor Jackson, I’m in a class”

The students find their dynamic really cute

But it doesn’t make them less scared of Jinyoung

He walks around campus with so much confidence and ass

The entire campus fawns over him because they think he’s such a hottie

He usually denies the attention whenever any of his friends see a student being a bit friendlier towards him

The student in question literally bends over his desk and flirts with him

He kinda ignores their advances because he’s professional like that

Treats all of his students equally and knows all of their names

Pays extra attention towards the ones that struggle with the course because he knows how difficult it can be to have to fully understand either literature or philosophy

Has never yelled in class, but the students can tell when he is angry

Knows exactly who’s paying attention and who’s not because he’s really good at reading his students

Whenever someone disrespects him or the course he’s teaching, he turns around slowly, clicks the cap back onto the marker and gently places it onto the desk

“What poem are we currently analysing?”

“Uhm…”

If they get it wrong he gives them this very blank look that has them pissing themselves because they’re already halfway through discussing this one single poem and they’ve spent about two weeks on it

“Wrong. Get out.”

The student hesitates and Jinyoung lets out a heavy sigh which has them just scrambling straight out of the class

He picks his marker back up and turns to the giant whiteboard

“For those who don’t bother to even pay attention, we’ve been studying this poem for the past three lessons. Now, can someone tell me what I’ve covered in this lesson alone?”

Jackson

Teaches sports science

Is literally the most friendly professor on campus

Gets mistaken as a student all the time because 1. He’s always mingling around the students and 2. He barely ever dresses formally

Everyone on campus just absolutely loves him because he’s so easy to get along with

It makes his lessons very comfortable to be in

The students love how he jokes around all the time

Acts completely unhinged sometimes and likes to bother his friends in the middle of their lessons

Mostly barges into Jinyoung and Mark’s lessons because he knows the others will barely pay him any attention

“Mark hyung, I learned a new trick”

Straight up does a backflip in the middle of Mark’s classroom

“Professor Jackson, you’re so cool!”

The students love him so much

Basically, everyone on campus knows who he is and everyone just loves him because he’s everywhere at once

No one minds whenever Jackson shows up unannounced because he usually ends up leaving a mark on the students that has them more excited

Spends his time with Jinyoung where he’ll drag him to the gym

Will be sitting on his desk, cross-legged by the time students come into class

Will start his class with a joke just to get the students to feel more comfortable with engaging

Every student has had a crush on him at least once

Has had a few students walking into his classroom with gifts and trying to ask him out

But he just laughs and declines politely

During graduations, he gets a lot of ‘thank you’ gifts from his students

His heart just melts whenever he gets surprise cards on his desk from students basically telling him how much they enjoyed his class and him in general

Has the tendency to get distracted in the middle of a lesson but is also able to get back on track really quickly

Has gotten angry in class once

And when Jackson’s angry

He is

A N G R Y

Would full on yell if he needs to

It’s usually a student that’s bullying another student

He can take disrespect to him, but he does not tolerate disrespect towards his students

“Treat my students like that one more time and you’re not allowed to step foot in my class ever again”

The person in question is just frozen

Because, my god, how much of an asshole do you have to be to piss off Jackson

“Actually, no, get out of my class”

Jackson won’t ask twice

He’ll just glare at the student until they leave and when they’re gone, he checks up on his students to make sure they’re okay

“Did they do anything else to you?”

“N-No, sir”

“If they keep bothering you then just let me know. I’ll handle it”

Youngjae

Teaches performing arts

Dresses in smart casual

His smile and laugh lights up the whole classroom

He’s very gentle with his students and they all appreciate him for that

Has about four pictures of Coco on his desk

Will show everyone pictures of her in a cute dress he bought

Will also brag about how well trained Coco is

Sometimes arrives to class late because of Coco

Basically, he loves his daughter and he makes sure everyone knows that he loves her

He even brings her to graduation because some of his students end up growing attached to her

The students love how calm and chill he is

Tells a lot of dad jokes that everyone laughs at because they don’t want to make him feel sad or awkward

Will cheer up everyone and anyone

Spends his time with Jaebeom at the pet café because that’s where Coco is when he’s on campus

Sometimes brings her to class with him

Gets vvvvv flustered if any of the students flirt with him

Super flustered

He’s blushing all over and he’s completely shocked that they’d mustered up the confidence to approach him that way

But he always turns them down

Once had his class ended because he tripped over a marker that rolled off of his desk

The entire class just watched in horror

Stood up with an awkward laugh before gathering his stuff and bolting out of the classroom because he’s embarrassed

“Professor Youngjae, you didn’t have to run out of class like that…”

“Hahaaaaaaaa”

Pretends the whole incident didn’t happen

His class is really chill to attend

Youngjae just wants his students to feel comfortable in his class so he puts in the effort to do so

Tries to be as early as possible to have everything set up before his students show up

Loves all of his students

Of course there are a few bad seeds here and there, but Youngjae rarely ever gets mad

There were a couple times where he would scold them for a half-assed assignment or a disruption in class over something really dumb

But if someone really pissed him off, he wouldn’t blow up

Youngjae’s not as scary as his members but only because he’s more open with his softer side

So if he feels like someone in class is either being a disruption or is hurting someone, he doesn’t exactly blow up

He’s very calm about it

“I’m emailing the counsellor about this”

“I don’t need a counsellor”

“I don’t care if you ‘don’t need a counsellor’. If you’re being an asshole, then you need a counsellor”

BamBam

Teaches fashion design

Is the most stylish person on campus

Wears all of his gold to class

Doesn’t have physical pictures of his cats on his desk because he has his cat family as his phone wallpaper

However, he does show off any awards he’s gotten from designing clothes for celebrities in his office

Has every eye on him when he’s on campus because of how well he dresses

Usually brings his students out for graduation dinners

Is known as the campus stylist

Students sometimes come to him for fashion advice even if they’re not in his class the college staff do this too

Spends his time with Yugyeom where they spend their time at each other’s office or just walking around campus together

Will be seen together whether its on campus or off campus

They walk around campus like they own it because they’re that powerful together

Students are intimidated by him at first because he looks so… expensive, but once they actually attend one of his classes they realise that he’s got a heart of gold and is super easy to talk to

His class is extremely chill

But can also be a bit chaotic sometimes

BamBam’s a really professional person that does very well with trying to make sure the people around him are comfortable

He allows a small bit of chaos to fill his classroom because it relieves any tension

And by chaos, it’s allowing Jackson to come in and basically teach the lesson with him

What’s a sports science professor supposed to know about fashion designing??

BamBam just sits back and watches while Jackson stares at the sketch of a model that’s being projected onto the screen

“So, uhh, you need to make sure they have… sleeves”

“And?”

“Uhh… the dress is ugly?”

“Anyone in the class can answer what the problem with this sketch is?”

A student raises their hand and BamBam nods to allow them to answer

“Sir, the colours aren’t that nice together. The green is too bright and just doesn’t go well with the pink at all”

“Correct”

BamBam’s style also helps when he’s conducting a lesson

Uses his own outfit as examples

“See this white blazer? This outfit wouldn’t be as eye-catching without something contrasting my black turtleneck ”

Does not tolerate assholes

Students aren’t exactly scared of him

Has a handful of admirers, but no one’s mustered up the courage to actually talk to him about it because the one time someone did

BamBam kinda

Laughed

Then he felt bad about it because he realised they weren’t joking

Because he’s so young, it's easy for students to relate to him

But when he gets mad at someone who starts to disrespect him, oof

BamBam isn’t scared of swearing in his class and neither is he scared of lashing out if he feels like he needs to

Especially if someone is intentionally disturbing the other students because they’re being an ass

“Get the fuck out of my class”

“B-but, sir”

“Another word out of that mouth and you’re not seeing me for the rest of the semester”

Yugyeom

Teaches modeling

Has pictures of him and his friends and Dalkyum on his desk

Dresses casually most of the time but asks BamBam for good outfits for when he needs to show examples to his class

Bambam likes to style him up every once in awhile which helps Yugyeom a lot

Spends his time with BamBam the two of them make a very powerful duo

They’re only so powerful together because when you combine Yugyeom’s modeling with BamBam’s style, you get a pair of the hottest professors on campus

Is on time for his classes but sometimes is late because he spent the previous night having dance competitions with Jaebeom and Jinyoung

His class is actually really strict

Because modeling means having really good control of your entire body to be able to express what you’re trying to model for

Yugyeom takes it very seriously

Students are very intimidated by him

They know when to be playful with him and when not to and during class is when they have to be professional

Is really friendly with the students when he sees them around campus

Allows only Jinyoung into his class because he knows that the others would end up causing chaos if they’re together

Sometimes lets him model for his class

“Hyung, could you pose for my class, please?”

Is very professional with his friends if he’s conduction a lesson

But outside of it…

“Hyung, you looked like a vulture when you entered my class”

“I’m never modeling for your students ever again”

Is more on the quiet side like Jinyoung is

His looks can kill

He doesn’t have a resting bitch face like his hyung has, but he knows how to intimidate using his face

And he uses it against his students whenever he needs to

He’s also not that scared of going off either

But it’s more of the very quiet kind of angry

Will not hesitate to kick someone out if they’re not cooperating

“Get the fuck out of my class before I physically go over there and kick you out myself”

Which is why a lot of the students are very scared of him whenever he’s teaching

He doesn’t tolerate any kind of bullshittery and if he feels like you’re half-assing his class, then he’ll go off on you

But if he thinks that you’re just struggling to keep up, he’d be more than happy to help

Is very kind and very patient if someone needs extra help understanding something

Because he genuinely wants them to succeed

“Is there something here that you don’t understand? I can get one of the other students to help tutor you if you’d like”

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