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Angry Dilf Izuku pt2
Husband Midoriya Izuku x Wifey Reader
Context: It's your birthday and your husband makes it loud and clear that Katsuki isn't welcomed here anymore.
Warning: Fluffy family time, punching, insinuation of mentally or emotionally cheating.
Note: This isn't my best but it was sitting in my drafts so i decided to post it. Cheating Dilf Izuku will be out soon.
“Shh! You’re gonna wake her up!”
“Well, I wouldn’t be so loud if you weren’t about to drop the tray!”
“SHH! Mama will hear!”
“Can we wake her up now?”
“Mama… mama…”
“Okay boys, we’re rolling.”
You felt someone shoving you, trying to shake you awake. To be honest, you had been awake for the past twenty minutes when you heard all the rustling downstairs from your boys making a racket (and no doubt a mess) downstairs. You let out a fake groan as you shuffled to pull the blankets closer to yourself. “Five more minutes, honey.” You let out in fake tiredness.
“You think we should let her sleep in?”
“I mean it is her birthday.”
“I think we should just wake her up!”
“Mama!” You felt a body land on you making you release an ‘oof’. You opened your eyes to see your little four year old. Shoyo had gleaming bright green eyes as he looked down at you with a beautifully happy expression. Out of all your boys, he was the one that looked the most like Izuku. “Happy birthday!!” He cheered with a bright smile.
You couldn’t help but chuckle, as you sat up in bed, moving to give him a hug. You would have thanked him when your eyes widened in surprise. In front of you were all your boys. Toshinori stood with a tray in his hands at your side. Asahi was holding your favourite morning beverage, both him and his eldest brother had flour, oily fingers and aprons on. Hero held a picture as he sat on the bed next to you and finally, your husband stood with a camera facing to you with a warm smile on his face and your youngest son, Koda, strapped to his chest who made happy babbles as he kicked his legs in his little onesie so happy to see you. You couldn’t help but feel tears in your eyes as you looked at your amazing boys.
“Happy birthday mommy!” They all cheered
“Boys…” You let out with a wavering voice. Your mouth wobbled as you tried to stop yourself from crying.
Toshinori chuckled as he moved to pick up his younger brother rather easily off of you as he put the tray of your favourite breakfast down on your lap. “None of that, momma.” Your oldest son spoke with a gentle smile as he put a kiss to your cheek making you smile. “It’s your birthday, you should enjoy it.”
“Yah! We worked super hard on your breakfast!” Asahi pointed out factually as he put his hands on his hips.
Toshinori looked back at his brother with a scrunched up face. The thirteen year old boy looked confused but also deeply offended. “You mean dad and I worked hard on her breakfast.” He corrected with a pointed look.
Asahi gasped. “I was there!”
“Taking up oxygen!”
Hero looked between his brothers. “B-but I made the card!” He tried chipping in. “That’s the best part!”
Both Toshinori and Asahi looked to their brother with shocked expression. “How in All Might’s good name is that better?”
“Yah! You didn’t even colour in the lines!”
“I did!”
“No you didn’t! Look!” Toshinori pointed to a picture of a bear who you were guessing was you. Hero was never really gifted with drawing capabilities but he sure did try. “You didn’t even colour the dress on the bunny right!”
“THAT’S MOM!”
“MOM’S NOT THAT UGLY!”
The room was filled with your boys arguing, your eyes moving to all of them. Shoyo and Koda, your two youngest seemed rather unbothered by it. Your husband however looked a slight bit annoyed which you found amusing. He stopped the recording on his phone before putting it in his pocket.
His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he looked down at your three eldest sons. “Boys.” The tone in his voice was enough to make all three boys close their mouths. Your husband shook his head in disapproval but couldn’t help the amused smile on his face. Izuku motioned to the side. “Go take the laundry downstairs and finish your breakfast.”
“Yes, sir.” Toshinori motioned for his brothers to go and fetch your laundry basket.
You sat with a gentle smile on your face as Izuku walked over to you with a loving look on his face. When you had both decided to have kids and had one of those long lengthy conversations about how you would parent, you had both agreed that he would be the disciplinarian. At first you were worried if your sensitive husband would be able to do it. However, years of being a ProHero and government official had made him rather strict when it came to certain things.
He was an amazing father, and he was often the first one to jump into misfit with the boys but if there was one thing he didn’t tolerate it was disrespect, dishonesty and lack of integrity. It was something he instilled into your boys that they weren’t going to be values that they represented. It was something you found undeniably sexy about him.
Your big man walked over to you, tilting your head up so that you could look up at him. A bright smile was on your face as you looked up at him. He chuckled as he moved his lips over yours. “Happy birthday, my love.” He let out with a low voice, a kiss to your lips. You couldn’t help but giggle against his kiss as you leaned forward against him for more. His hand slid down to wrap around your neck making a shiver rush down your neck. A gentle squeeze that told you that he would have plans for you soon.
“EWWW!” You both separated as you looked to your boys, all having scrunched up faces. Asahi made a fake gagging noise that made you both laugh.
Toshinori looked almost disappointed. “Otousan! While we’re here? That’s disgusting.”
“Hey!” You let out defensively as you squeezed Koda’s little cheeks as he stayed in his place strapped to Izuku’s chest. You let out a chuckle as you took your barely even one year old son away from his father and down to sit next to you. “It’s not disgusting, it’s love.”
“Yah and she’s my wife.” Izuku defended as he put a thumb to his chest proudly. He moved to sit at the edge of the bed, at your side, an arm around you. “And I don’t care if it’s disgusting.” He let out with a petty smile. You rolled your eyes, ignoring the lick your husband placed to your neck.
Another gag from Asahi came as he ran out of the room. “I’m gonna be sick!”
Toshinori shook his head as he led his two other brothers out of the room. “I told you guys! Mom and dad’s room is a trap!” He lectured, closing the door behind him, leaving you alone with Izuku and Koda.
You picked up your little boy who was gripping at your shirt with a whine. “Mama. Mama.” He babbled as he pulled at your shirt trying to access what was hidden underneath.
You couldn’t help but chuckle, but gave him a piece of a banana to distract him before he chomped his way to bruising your breasts. You turned to look at your husband who seemed satisfied with his display. “You are absolutely insatiable.” You let out as you took a bite of your breakfast.
Izuku tilted his head, deep dark green curls tilting to the side as he looked down at you, nothing but love in his eyes as he did so. “I know, I’m so terrible right?” He said with a smirk on his face, clearly not believing a word. “So terrible for wanting to kiss my wife.” His eyes flicked down to your lips. You couldn’t help but giggle as you met him in a gentle peck, trying to move away before he did something that would end up with the both of you not leaving your bedroom for another good ten minutes.
If there was one thing your boys got right it was the fact that Izuku was absolutely disgusting, but to you it was in the best way possible. Your husband was insatiable when it came to you and absolutely obsessed. The five boys being a testament to that. He always had a hand on you, or his lips on you, or his tongue in you. Whatever came first.
But no one could blame him, when you treated him so well. Izuku had filled out and was basically double the size he was when her married you. He had thickened out into his dad bod (which you found absolutely delicious) and you couldn’t deny that it looked good on him. It helped with hero work too considering shock absorption.
Unfortunately, it meant you had five hungry boys plus one huge hungry man to feed at all times of the day.
“So what do you have planned for me this year?” You asked him as you ate another spoon of your breakfast, handing Koda another banana as he had promptly finished his piece and was whining for another piece. Koda let out a happy squeal as he got another piece of a fruit he adored.
Izuku chuckled as he moved to pick up his youngest son and put him back against his chest. “A whole lot, but right now, the main one is nothing.” With Koda safely secured, Izuku looked back to you. He placed a large hand to your cheek. “You deserve to rest, my love. You do so much for the boys and I, it’s only fair we let you rest today.”
“But what about the lunch?” You asked as you put your hands to cover Izuku’s large one. Mina had excitedly said she would be coming over with Sero and her kids and you also automatically knew that Katsuki and Eijiro would be coming with their kids too.
Izuku put his hands on his hips as he put a proud look on his face. “We can handle it. The Midoriya boys have everything all under control.” He told you with wave down of his hand.
You lifted a single eyebrow not convinced. You looked down at Koda who seemed equally not convinced in his father as you did. You looked back up at Izuku with a blunt expression. “You called your mother, didn’t you.”
Your husband didn’t answer immediately. “If I were honest… she was already going to come whether or whether not I asked her to.”
“Izuku.”
“Honestly, honey, I think you should be glad I called her. She always makes life easier.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his words as he slowly backed off towards the door. “Don’t worry about it, Y/N. I’ve got this all sorted! You just gotta look pretty by 1pm.” He told you as he marched out of the room with Koda. “Isn’t that right buddy?”
“Dadada.”
“You see! Koda agrees!”
You laughed as you were finally left alone again, sitting in your bed. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. You felt so unbelievably blessed to be sitting here with all that your family had planned for you. But more than that, you felt blessed to even have your family. You felt so unbelievably lucky.
“Go sprouts!” You heard Mina cheer as the kids were deep in a Just Dance competition amongst themselves. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you both sat beside one another outside by the deck chairs. You leaned back enjoying the relaxation and knowing that your husband didn’t want you to do a single thing. You sat with a simple cider in hand to spoil yourself. Mina chuckled as she turned to look at you. “So…” She let out as she wiggled her eyebrows. “Considering Hanta and I are taking Shoyo and Asahi, and Toshinori is having a sleepover with the Bakugous and Kirishimas and Mama Midoriya is taking Koda off your hands… what are the plans for the rest of the evening? Izuku’s been tight lipped about it.”
You lowered your sunglasses further down your nose before turning to look at your husband who was clearing up the outside tables. You watched as your larger than life husband laughed alongside Hanta. He wore a button-down shirt, that had the top few buttons open just due to the sheer fact that they physically could not close. You couldn’t help but think about just how big and rough he was now. Large thick hands that made everything smaller than they were.
“I know what I want to do.” You let out lowly as you watched your husband move around grabbing plates and taking them inside, before your eyes drifted down to his ass. “I want to climb that tree.”
Mina let out a loud laugh as she pushed your shoulder, however, you didn’t even get deterred. “Girl! I thought we were being safe. No more broccoli sprouts.”
You turned to look at her as you took a sip of your cider. “Mina, it’s harder than it looks.” You told her truthfully.
“Hey, Y/N.” You turned to see your sweet mother-in-law, Inko, shuffle over to you, holding Shoyo in her arms who was babbling off about a story about who knows what. “There’s someone at the door for you.” She told you.
You smiled as you stood up. “Thanks, Okaasan. I’ll get it, don’t worry.” You told her, placing a kiss to her cheek before moving to go answer the door. You walked past Toshinori and Hina Sero who were both deep in a dance to care about whoever was at the door. You chuckled as you moved into the entrance hallway and opened the door.
Standing outside your door was a family of four. Two children, around the same age as your eldest son stood there with bright smiles. Kane and Satomi stood with boxes in hand, gifts addressed to you. “Happy birthday Aunty Y/N!” They wished with bright smiles.
You let out an awe as you moved to hug them. “Awww thank you two!” You let out gratefully. “I’m so glad to see you.”
“Well of course we would come.” Kane let out with a shrug, his crimson eyes, so much like his father looked up at you. He folded his arms as he looked away from you with a soft blush on his face. He huffed. “You’re like a mother to us so of course we’d come to say happy birthday.” He spoke.
Satomi nodded her head as she looked up at you with bright ruby eyes. “Yes! We hope you like the gifts.”
You smiled dearly at the two children. With only their dads, they never really did have a maternal figure other than you. You tried your best to step into that role not only as their best friend’s mom but also just trying to be a decent human being. You crouched in front of them and hugged them both. “Thank you so much. It means a lot to me.” You spoke sincerely as you placed a kiss to each of their heads. “How about you go tell Toshinori that you’re here to pick him up, and you can leave the gifts down in the kitchen.” You motioned into the house, allowing the two of them to sprint in.
You stood back up straight to face their fathers. You smiled as you faced Kirishima and Bakugou. “Katsuki, Eijiro, It’s so good to see you two. Thank you so much for taking Toshinori for the night.” You let out truly grateful.
First to speak was your ex, Bakugou Katsuki. He let out a low laugh, the blond moving to pull you into a tight hug. “It’s high time we repay all your babysitting hours. Happy birthday, Y/N.” He let out lowly in your ear again. You moved back out of his arms, but he kept his hands on you.
“Katsuki is right, Happy birthday Y/N.” Kirishima wished sincerely as he stood behind Bakugou in everything.
“Thank you.” You stated as you tried to step back out of Bakugou’s linger touch, however it was quickly rectified as a large hand pulled you back into his front as he stood in the doorway. You turned to look up to see your husband with a tense smile. His hand resting on your shoulder. His hold on you was clearly possessive but also cautionary.
Bakugou’s crimson eyes, filled with mischief and amusement flicked up to Izuku. He let out a scoff as he tilted his head to the side. “Deku.” He put his hands in his pockets, staying silent.
“Kacchan.” Izuku let out stiffly. He hummed as he gave your hand a squeeze. You knew what that meant and put a hand over his own, trying to calm him down. Over the past few weeks, Izuku had been able to promptly avoid Katsuki and everything he had to say about you, however, it seemed like today would be the day where he would address the elephant in the room. He motioned for you to head back inside but kept looking to Bakugou. “Honey, go fetch Toshinori.”
You looked up at him wordlessly, but at the look on his face you knew that he needed your support on this. You nodded your head but before you could leave, you heard Katsuki let out a scoff.
The blond man folded his arms as he looked over at you. He motioned to your husband with a finger but looked at you amusedly. “You gonna let him boss you around, sugar?” He asked.
You furrowed your eyebrows, not sure as to what Katsuki was trying to do here. “I trust my husband, Katsuki.” You stood your ground as you moved in closer to Izuku’s side.
His jaw tensed at your words. Kirishima took a step forward, confused as to what was going on but put a hand to Bakugou’s shoulder. “Katsuki, drop it.” He told him gently. “It’s Y/N’s birthday, there’s no need to be so hostile.”
Bakugou shrugged off Kirishima’s arm as he let out a huff. His redheaded husband looked surprised at the action, his face forming into hurt as he watched Bakugou. The blond rolled his eyes as he moved to head inside. “I’ll go get the kids.”
However, stopping him in his tracks was Izuku. He stepped to the side, folding his arms as he did so, blocking the entire doorway. Bakugou looked at him surprised with wide eyes as he looked up at the green haired man in front of him. Izuku had made sure that you were behind him at all times, making sure that you wouldn’t be caught in the middle of the both of us.
“Kacchan, I think it’s best you don’t enter my house… ever.” He stated firmly.
Bakugou scoffed as he tilted his head. “And why the fuck not.”
“I don’t appreciate how you look or talk about my wife and until you sort that out, I don’t want you anywhere near her or my kids.” He specified.
It was Kirishima’s turn to look confused as he looked over at Bakugou. His eyebrows furrowed as he rested his hands out of his pockets. Despite being one of the biggest men you knew, Kirishima had been looking awfully small nowadays. “Katsuki…” He let out softly and unsurely. “What is Midoriya talking about?”
“It doesn’t matter, Eij.” Bakugou dismissed it entirely before turning to look at you. You automatically took a step back. “Y/N, are you really going to-”
“Hey!” Izuku moved so that you were completely out of sight from the blond. “You are not talking to her, you’re talking to me.” He put a thumb to his chest as he took a step forward. “So I want you, back in your car, away from my family.”
Bakugou scowled as he looked up at the green haired man in front of him. Years of letting you be swept off your feet by Midoriya after the two of you broke up, the both of you married faster than Katsuki could even breathe and having five boys. Years of agony of Katsuki watching the girl that he coveted and loved being taken from his grasp. It all felt like it was bursting open, especially with such an order.
“Like hell am I staying away.” He let out lowly and stubbornly. “You think your big shit, huh, Deku? You think your so big and tough just cause you’ve got your ring on her finger.”
“Yes.” Izuku stated seriously. “I am her husband, Katsuki. Not you, not anyone else, but me! You’ve got five minutes to step away from my front door, the else I’m not liable to what happens next.” He growled down in anger.
“You threatening me, Deku?”
Izuku stepped forward with a scowl on his face. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.”
Bakugou nodded, turning around to leave, almost resigning to whatever your husband had to say. However, you knew the blond far to well to know that he would never back down from such. Your eyes widened before you could say anything, you watched Bakugou swing at your husband. With a slight flash of light, lighting and static fluttering over your husband’s skin as he dodged it, stepping back. A scowl went to his face as he immediately went to connect a punch to Bakugou’s face.
You gasped as you stepped back, although not entirely surprised they were fighting. It was going to happen sooner or later regardless.
“Midoriya!” Kirishima shouted as he hardened his arms and just barely managed to pull your husband off of Bakugou. Bakugou leaned against the Jeep they had come in, wiping blood from his nose as he sneered at Izuku.
Izuku let out a huff. He pointed a finger at the blond. “I don’t want to ever see you here again.”
You paused as you turned to see Toshinori. He was holding his backpack straps, Kane and Satomi still being somewhere in your house. He flicked his gaze to you before looking back at the glimpse of outside. He frowned before shrugging off his backpack. He turned around. “Guys, I think we’ll have a sleepover another time! I promise Hina I’d go over to her place.”
You let out a soft sigh in relief that your son was as fast and as perceptive as his father was. No doubt he would have questions but you doubted that they would be answered today.
With all the kids out of your house, you and your husband were cuddled in bed watching a movie play on the screen. You looked up at him, watching as the glow of the TV painted his face as he sat beside you, an arm around you protectively. Izuku turned to look down at you, feeling your eyes on him. “You alright, my love?” He asked lowly.
You smiled up at him as you moved to shuffle and climb ontop of him. His eyes went wide as you straddled his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. You got comfortable on top of him, earning a smirk like grin on his face, sharp canines glinting in the low light as he moved his large arms to rest on your hips. “Ever tell you how much I love you?”
Izuku nodded his head, deeply hypnotised by you already. “Oh yah… I just never get tired of hearing it.”
[Angry Dilf Izuku Pt1]
[Izuku Midoriya Masterlist]
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Nobody Does It Like My Daddy
Relationship: Ari Levinson x Jake Jensen (bear and cubby) Ransom Drysdale x female!reader (ninja and puppy) implications of the quadrouple (NLLYL AU)
Words: ~1.5k
Summary: Father’s Day with the Jensen-Levinsons.
Warnings: explicit language, brief explicit sexual content (salad tossing, mention of blowjobs, m/m sex), a ridiculous amount of fluff, MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE QUADROUPLE!!! 18+ ONLY!!
A/N: Happiest of Father’s Day to you my lovely readers from perhaps my favorite DILFs.
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Jake grumbled when he felt Ari kiss his neck, screwing his eyes closed against the morning sun that was filling their bedroom.
“Too early.” He huffed when his husband chuckled into his shoulder, rolling over and burying his face in the pillow to try to force himself back to sleep. “It’s Sunday, the triplets took forever to go down last night, let me sleep.”
“I just can’t, cub.” Ari purred and crawled so his body was stretched over Jake’s, kissing his shoulders and starting to move down his spine while he kept making pleasant noises. “Besides, it’s not just Sunday, it’s Father’s Day. And I’ve gotta show some appreciation for my favorite father.”
“Fine.” Jake let his eyes droop when Ari nuzzled into the small of his back, snorting when he kissed that damn tattoo like he always did before he nipped at his ass and slid under the covers. “But I’m gonna sleep while you eat me out.”
“Grumpy boy.” Ari started rubbing Jake’s ass cheeks before spreading them apart, kissing his little pink hole gently a few times until he heard Jake whine. “Just as long as Daddy gets a good blowjob from you once you’re awake. I’m sure we have plenty of time before the kids…”
“No!” As soon as Ari said something one of the babies stirred on the monitor and the sound of running feet filled the house, making Jake snarl at his husband even as he started licking his asshole. “You just had to say it.”
Ari didn’t have a chance to respond before their door was flung open by Isaac and Eli who were shouting “happy Father’s Day” at the top of their lungs. Jake tried to turn over but couldn’t with his bear holding down the lower half of his body, and said bear had to flatten himself out as much as possible so their children couldn’t see where he was and what he was doing.
“Where’s Pop?” Jake was bright red when Eli asked him that, fighting the urge to punch the lump in the sheets when he felt Ari chuckling against his hip. “We’re making you breakfast!”
Jake’s concern about his wild sons operating cooking appliances disappeared when Ransom walked into the room, though he did get even more red when the man smirked as he took in the extra lumpy blankets.
“You little dudes go wash your hands, c’mon. Give your dad a chance to wake up.” Ransom leaned against the door frame and grinned wickedly after the twins ran out of the room. “Morning Jake. Morning Ari.”
“Morning pretty boy.” Ari beamed at the man after flinging the blankets off his head, ignoring his husband’s scolding glare as he kept kissing his perky ass. “Where’s gorgeous?”
“Feeding the dumplings.” Ransom nodded to the monitor so they could see you sitting in the nursery and holding one of the babies close to your breast. “How long do you two need to finish up here?”
“Fifteen minutes?” Ari hushed Jake and smacked his ass when he tried to turn over again. “I guess I can wait to get my dick sucked until tonight.”
“Aww, the sacrifices you make for your kids.” Ransom sniffed the air and swore under his breath before turning and running down the hall. “Rach! That had better be toast I smell burning! I said no using the stove without me!”
“Oh god… Jesus!” Jake’s concern about what their children were getting up to disappeared when Ari buried his face between his cheeks again, arching his back and moaning while his tongue swirled around his tight pink hole. “Ugh, that feels so good.”
“I know, baby.” Ari purred as he gave one of Jake’s cheeks a gentle bite. “Now hush and let me enjoy my fifteen minute meal.”
Jake’s legs were a little wobbly by the time they made it downstairs twenty minutes later, a huge grin on his face when he saw the smorgasbord the kids had laid out for them.
“Wow, pancakes and waffles and French toast, you guys went all out.” Jake sighed when Ari kissed his temple when they walked into the dining room, his heart melting at the kids all covered in flour as they ran to hug their dads. “You guys are the best kids ever, I’ve gotta kiss all of you.”
“Oh no, dad!” The twins tried to wriggle away when Jake kissed the tops of their heads, escaping when he embraced Rachel only to be scooped up by Ari in a bear hug. “Pop!”
“It’s Father’s Day, you have to accept all of our affection, it’s the rule!” Ari laughed when they kept squirming until he let go of them, giving Rachel her own hug and smiling at Ransom when he came in holding Micah on his hip. “Hey bubba! Can you say ‘happy Father’s Day’?”
“Happy day!” Micah squealed when Ari scooped him out of Ransom’s arms and kissed his chubby cheeks, grabbing onto his beard and pulling playfully. “Happy day, papa!”
“Aw, what about me?” Jake beamed when Micah screamed for him to have a happy day as well, kissing his forehead while Ari strapped him into the high chair while he sat next to Rachel and helped her pile some pancakes onto her plate as Ransom tried to wrangle the twins. “Thank you for this, Ran. Did you guys thank your uncle?”
All of the kids said thank you as loud as they could before starting to stuff their faces, shouting again with their mouths full to say hello to you when you walked into the room somehow holding all three babies at once until Ari stood up to help you.
“Happy Father’s Day, boys!” You handed Caleb to Ari and Shiloh to Jake before sitting down with Naomi in your lap, shaking your head when your husband just let the twins climb all over him. “All three dumplings are fed and very happy. I think we have some presents for you to open.”
“Presents?” Jake laughed when the three older kids all ran to go get the gifts with a chorus of happy yells, the dogs running after them when they charged back into the room with their gifts. “Look at these, did you guys wrap them yourselves?”
Their affirmative answers were obvious from the haphazard folds in the wrapping paper and excessive tape, but they were the most beautiful presents either of them had ever seen. They got homemade cookies with paw prints in them from ‘the pets’ and gave exuberant thanks for them after you whispered that they were sanitary and safe for consumption in Ari’s ear. Ari cooed over the beard grooming kit and hiking guides, and Jake had to kiss the kids all over again when he got his book of dad jokes and a t-shirt that said ‘Dad Jokes, That’s How Eye-Roll’. And they both started crying when the giant photo board was revealed, much to the kids’ embarrassment.
“Okay, let’s all go clean up the dishes so we can go on a hike!” Ransom kissed the top of your head as he stood up, sighing when he got a look at the twins sprinting towards the kitchen with handfuls of silverware. “Little dudes, no running with the cutlery, c’mon!”
“Did you guys like your presents?” You bounced Naomi on your lap while she babbled happily, smiling at Jake and Ari when they nodded and reaching out to let Micah hold on to your finger when he pouted at you. “Well, you deserve them. You are the best dads.”
“We couldn’t do a lot of it without you and Ran, honey.” Ari cradled Caleb against his chest while he snored softly, leaning forward and kissing your cheek while watching Jake kiss Shiloh out of the corner of his eye. “Especially with these three. Do you need to pump at all?”
“No, I did last night and they emptied me out when I got here.” Naomi squealed and flailed her arms and you couldn’t help but smile. “Speaking of me and Ran, I have something to tell you that I need you to keep secret.”
“Oh yeah?” Jake grinned when Shiloh tried to snatch his glasses off before blowing a raspberry against her stomach while she kicked her chubby little legs. “Is this a good secret or a bad secret?”
“It’s a very good secret.” You lowered your voice when you heard Ransom bellow from the kitchen as one of the kids sprayed him with water. “We made the mutual decision that I wasn’t going to go back on my birth control but we didn’t really think about the fact that I’m not exclusively breastfeeding and well… I was late. And I took a test and…”
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New Year, New Direction (Semi-Hiatus, New Writing Goals & Barry Sloane)
‘Ello my darlings,
Today is the final day of 2023. Isn’t that mad?! Like, I could swear it was January just a few weeks before (before the whole ‘stranded in Scotland’ situation, at least).
I’m writing this beforehand because I’ll be working my day/evening job with little time off for a wee while longer. Henceforth, it should come as no surprise I’m hereby announcing a semi-hiatus. I simply do not have the time, energy, nor motivation to write and edit at the moment due to work being quite hectic.
Nevertheless, despite that being said, I do have some plans for 2024. As you perhaps already have guessed from the title and the recent CoD Captain Price & Barry Sloane lovey dovey reblogs, I want to try my hand at writing something new. I’ll still write for Tom and his characters, but I need a challenge. Or, rather, wish to take one on (to keep it polite and proper).
And, honestly, can you blame me for wanting to write for this bear of a man? Can you really?🤨
(I swear I don’t have a thing for DILFs… is the lie I’ll keep telling myself😹)
HOWEVER! How-so-bloody-fucking-ever, I also have plenty of stories for Tom Hardy in the works. Siúil a Rún, a story from Alfie’s POV in a Modern AU for example, which I hope to publish in the foreseeable future. Currently down to only having to edit two more pages!
Look, being a perfectionist with too many hobbies and a small business isn’t ideal, but it’s what we’re working with here.🤷🏻♀️😅
Now, this post only pertains to only part of the writing goals I’m setting for myself the coming year. Another is to publish content at least once a month. Maybe try and write a novel. Sixteen-year-old me did it, so let’s see if 25-year-old me can still do it.
Anywho, that’s it for now. I wish you all a happy new year!
With love,
Jay
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Here are me and my gf favourite dndaddies quotes. (Up until season 2 episode 23)
**spoilers to come
“I’m hungry and I kinda wanna fuck”
“He is my seed!!!”
“I burned down my first school!!”
“Who wants grape nuts?”
“No one!!!”
“Now two sad bags of bones that used to be people with hopes and dreams”
“Natures orgasm”
“Jizz likely”
“I’m wearing the condoms Ron!!!”
“ the Birkenstock’s were in you all along”
“If we all get into the fanny pack then the bear can get into the van”
“Daryl what do your dilf eyes see”
“Is that a d4 in your pocket or are you just that poorly endowed”
“It’s like watching a man chase down his very specific kink through tabletop role play”
“It’s role play masturbation”
“I can’t respect your choices when you don’t make good ones”
“You find more knives than not knives”
“Look at my butt hole dad”
“Yea look at his butthole”
“Balfazar drop me a fat ass poem”
“So your edging your cat??!???”
“Get yourself together the snake is dying”
“Sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me”
“Dick daddy”
“My cat has never nutted and will never nut”
“We don’t need seat belts where we’re going”
“The horse doesn’t get the money, Glenn”
“Mountain don’t think, mountain do”
“It’s like a bra for your penis”
“A bunch of sexualised but private part not having felines”
“Do they have BUTTHOLES??”
“I’m hard rock big huge”
“Eldritch candy emergency”
“The entire episode is spent inside Darrell's butt”
“The curious case of the poop in the bathroom”
“John the Baptist flipping through the Old Testament “ain’t no rules says it can’t happen””
“A homunculus made of confidence and urine”
“Trapped in a piss boy”
“Frankly my dear I don’t have a frank”
“You do the hokey pokey and you turn into an eight year old”
“Don’t you ,forget about yeet”
“Human sized bird on a tiny pony”
“I’m fully cocked”
“I hate it when I go to the grocery store looking for Tapatío and they’re like “We only have Old Assblower” and I’m like “Okay, fine.”
“A brief encounter with a problematic vampire”
“Father! The after life…it is dark”
“Because Glenn could not stop for Death, we kindly killed Glenn”
“I’m burnt out from caring”
“Tell me it’s comic sans and I will cum”
“Never send a Matt to do a Glenn’s work”
“Why don’t you come down here and punish me daddy”
“I’m not that easily penetrated”
“That’s the last time you gonna see anybody come”
“I don’t have to be nice I’m aerodynamic”
“A Real man belongs in a mouth”
“It’s like my dick, my ass, and my balls have all seen a ghost”
“Does your butt look like house md now”
“Down with the immigrant”
“Matt nipple play Arnold”
“I’m Beth miracle nip May”
“You can finger something without touching the sharp end”
“Goblin? On deez nuts??!!????!?”
“Women are friends not cubes”
“You can’t really do a battle cry on resolving conflict”
“Tomorrow might be m for mature but today is for e for everyone”
“You couldn’t do 30 seconds of childhood”
“FOMO fire opportunity murder other thing”
“I turn to my directionless hippie family”
“Disenfranchised acolytes of oakvale”
“My daddy is god! My daddy is god!”
“I am willing to psychically dominate your father”
“If it’s a private school…..how do you know about it?”
“Say something racist William campos”
“Have you ever watched a porn?????? No one wants to see the guys face!!!!!”
“I got a detention in my pants”
“You see in order…..the same man twice and a boy that’s wrong”
“My husband is an heiress”
“The Apple doesn’t fall far from the weeb”
“Goth the friend zone iguana”
“We clocked the teen boy at 30 miles an hour”
“Coming out of my mom and I was feeling just fine”
“Scorpion slut”
“I have never pleasures a woman in my life and I don’t plan on starting now”
“Dick Spencer’s the name dick pleasures the game”
“It’s time for centrist vegan ice cream”
“I don’t think the fbi can help with this growth”
“My one dad left because he saw how gross the growth is”
“That means they’ve listened to me jerkoff 67 times”
“A routeeny”
“I’m not the smartest kid in the shed”
“This hole was made for me”
“I’m gonna wrap my vajay around your neck”
“You hit him directly with your vagina”
“Let the yeast do its thing”
“I love to please when I get head to…damn”
“The raccoons name is laaannhehahheh”
“Can you order calzone people?
Oh yea like a stripper”
“Jsut order party calzones!!”
“Does he want sentient or none sentient calzones?
He said he doesn’t want feet on them”
“You see the price on the recipe after we charge you”
“The sensual ghost Italian music playing in the back”
“A woman shat in the bathroom”
“You wanna slide inside a calzone with dad”
“To old to share a calzone with your papa”
“It’s not gonna be pleasant in that calzone”
“I have returned to the woomussy”
“Deep inside your pizzussy”
“Hi my name is Matt Arnold known misogynist”
Hi I’m will campos known woman lover”
“Hi I’m Beth may known woman”
“My first kiss was a threesome”
“You hear the sphincter of the cat open”
“Guys act like calzones!!”
“There’s a nipple on the bus hot shot”
“My neck, my back, MY PUSSY BUS!!”
“New you would pussy out you would pussy in”
“Don’t get cocky kid this is the only pussy you’re ever getting in”
“The dick kids don’t fall far from the dick tree”
“It’s been two days since you last jerked”
“She Johnny on my Apple tell I seed”
“What ever revs your engine as long as I get to drive the car”
“Come here baby and hold your body against mine and rub it around a little bit”
“”We‘ll talk about in a second” is the Wilson fucking family crest”
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*inhales deeply* haaah….okay. Okay, this might be…rather lengthy, but please bear with me Ms. Fishy! I usually try not to leave comments on things, just cause I’m, nervous about how much I want to say lol, and then I sometimes (most of the time) come off too intense and strongly and I unfortunately have more than once maybe freaked or creeped poor innocent souls out accidentally lol. But! This is about our poor freaky attic boy! So maybe it’ll be fine lol.
Oh my goodness, so. I have, in recent times, discovered Billy….and immediately I just feel in love with him! First cause he looked so silly and cute and goofy! And because I only vaguely saw one or two things about some guy in a sweater who was either really sweaty or just intense. So I needed to know more about this little man! I mean…obviously. And the more I read about him, both on actual research trips in google, and my roaming and happy lurking or tumblr, welp I just, fell more in love with him!! Little freak boi.
But what really just….sealed my brain to him, was when I started finding fanfiction on here and ao3, that really took a step into his brain, and his very scattered and unstable thinking process, and all his behaviors, in conjunction to me hunting down and watching the actual black Christmas movie and I just…..there was one specific little fanfiction I read…I don’t remember the name or the author…but it just, broke my heart so much. It made me cry SO much, because they made him sound so much like me! In all the worst ways he was written in a way that is so familiar to me.
And so now I’m hunting for good Billy stories on ao3, and that’s where I find you! The first story I read by you was the…the snow day one if I’m naming it correctly, and oh…me hart…but then! I found Mousie!! I freaking cried. Again! Because it’s so intense reading about Billy…behaving so…SIMILAR to me….it just makes my chest and my heart fill up so tightly, and I feel my heart break for Billy, because, in my brain, I would go, “he’s like me! He’s just like me, I’m just like him…..I bet…he would like that. We wouldn’t freak each other out! If I could just hold him! If I could just hold him tight and cry with him cause I know! I know Billy! But it’s okay I promise, we’re both gonna be okay please just listen to my heart beat!” And so I, in my many many day dream stories, would day dream about all kinds of ways I would meet Billy, who would lose their marbles first, and how I would show Billy how similar we are, and how…NICE it would be to actually understand each other. To just, not feel so alone and ODD.
And this is all well and good, and I keep in my heart close to me…but! Your most recent ask! About, Billy and dilf Billy with an S/O with all kinds of ticks and stims and sensory issues….and when normal Billy is happy and goes, “your just like me..!” I freaking lost it aaaah!! My eyeballs MAY have gotten watery again lol. I’m so sorry if this is all just so silly sounding….but oh my goodness…I just…love the way you write Billy. I do it all….the hair pulling, the skin picking, the finger and skin biting…the rocking, the stuttering, the voice and word mimicking, the fear of being seen, the thoughts, the horrible loud thoughts, the URGES, the emotions that explode and make my brain either break and I have breakdowns and I’m sobbing screaming hurting myself, scared of hurting others, or I just check out, I’m out yo I’m gone babe, I just ain’t here at that moment. The fear, the slight delusions when I get bad…the shame and disgust and guilt, ugh horrible loud noises, bright lights, strong smells, bad textures, bad words, so much BAD! (Yes I’m autistic lol) but, yes believe it or not lol, I’m actually a very happy person (besides the horrors) and I’m very giggly, (overly giggly actually it a problem at times) very smiley, and I make all these little noises (though I try to contain it to when I’m alone) like I chitter and I click my throat when I’m happy and I wriggle and squirm and squeal cause there’s just so much happy pressure in me and I just shake and wiggle my hands by my side and, geez that’s all me, that’s all me and I know it’s a lot and I’m reading and seeing it all in Billy and it’s…gee it’s so overwhelmingly sweet to me! Reading about his bad times, and someone being sweet to him, how I wish I could be sweet to him cause heaven knows I understand, and just maybe him be sweet to me! I just….mmh! Dang. I just think we’d be friends me and him. And the way you write just fills my heart, it’s so very lovely, thank you so much for all the wonderful Billy stories.
(I know that was a lot please forgive me you straight up don’t have to respond, I just wanted you to know how lovely it all is and how I appreciate your Billy writing lol)
(But like fr I wanna freaking chew on him and shake him while growling like a freak rrrRRRGH I’ll bloody tackle him I’ll snarl at him do not TEST me Billy *deep affection*)
Oh... oh my god. You just made my day. This made me so happy you cannot believe. Thank you for taking your time to write this this ask, it first shocked me (in a good way lol) and then i started grinning and crying. It makes me so so so happy to see my goofy stories resonate with people and when you guys come and compliment me I go AAAAAAAHH- <3333
I never would have thought my fics would resonate so much. I started writing them in desperation from a lack of content after I read every fic that I possibly could, and I thought I could write my own. I remember posting my first few fics and waiting for my first comment <3 I never would have thought my work would become so well liked!!!
I'm glad Billy is relatable. I'm glad he is a good depiction of various things you and many others go through. One of my biggest fears was that I would miss the mark, that he would come off as a caricature, or shallow or offensive or or.... but the most frequent positive comment I get consistently is that my characterization is spot on. So much of myself I put into my depiction of him, so so much. And I'm glad you feel that way. I'm glad you wasn't to reach out and hold him, and tell him that it's okay and there are people there who get you. Everybody needs that, even if you can only express that to a freaky fictional attic killer, as strange as it sounds lol <3
I'm just... I'm glad that you like my work. I'm so glad and I know I'm rambling but I don't know how to otherwise express my gratitude. I have been going through a minor crisis in art, cause I know the things I do on here or on ao3 aren't something that would be highly appreciated by my irls, and they would think it was a waste of time, and a crisis about when I will start making art as a full time job and will I make it. You gave me reassurance that I am not wasting my time, that even if the art would be seen as "lower" by some people the resonance and importance of it can be boundless to others. And you also gave me hope that I'll make it one day. Thank you so much. Billy would be your friend. Take care.
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The 100 rewatch 2023 S1 E3
Episode “Earth Kills”
A word in advance: I always loved and appreciated the way they were playing around with the episode titles back then. Sadly it completely got lost in the translation into german. There the 2nd and 3rd (”Earth Skills” and “Earth Kills”) episodes titles are: “Wir sind nicht allein” which basically means “We’re not alone” and “Wozu man Freunde hat” which can be translated to “What friends are for”... See? The initial meaning got totally lost here. It’s frustrating. Therefore i’m only watching in english language. (The german voice actors aren’t the best either... so... it wasn’t a hard choice for me in the first place...) This just as a little info before i begin. ;) Now here i go, my Earth Kills-live rewatch is about to start!
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“Previously on The 1OO...” Oh Bob’s voice! NICEEE!
Awww... Flashback to happier days on the ark. The Wells- and Griffin-families are watching an old football match together. Also: MEET PAPA-GRIFFIN! Maybe it’s bc i’m getting older but... he’s quite the DILF isn’t he?! Haha... sorry... hormones..
Earth, now: Jasper is in so much pain. He’s screaming... Meanwhile little Charlotte is screaming too. She’s got nightmares. But there’s MOMMA BEAR CLARKE immediately tending to her. “Maybe being on the ground is our 2nd chance” Clarke’s trying not just to cheer up Charlotte but also herself...
Two kids of the 100 out alone in the woods for a little rendezvous. Oh! There’s the acid fog already! I forgot it came so early in the series. Poor kiddos... They just wanted to have some fun...
Asdfghjkl BELLAMY! Bellamy and his hatchet. Training and aiming at a tree. Hit me baby one more time... seriously... Bellamy and Murphy are unnerved by Jasper’s screams echoing through the camp. Atom thinks the screams are frightening the kids. Oh look! Murphy isn’t half as good as Bellamy aiming at that tree... lol nice try... Bell and the others want to go hunting.
Meanwhile in the dropship: Clarke’s worried. She tries to fix Jasper’s wound but it’s really a task of its own. Wells and Finn are helping.
O and Atom. She wants to sneak out of camp with him - but he doesn’t even reply. Oh... she has a certain suspicion now... She’s FUMING when she enters Bellamy’s tent, he’s preparing himself for the hunt. “You can’t keep everyone away from me!” He must’ve threatened Atom. She’s so done with this brotherly overprotectiveness..
Jasper’s screams cutting through their dispute and they’re both off to the dropship. There, Bell’s pessimistic: “That kid’s (Jasper) is a goner.” Clarke’s IMMEDIATELY in his face tho “DOWN HERE EVERY LIFE MATTERS!” - Bell wants to kill Jasper when he’s not getting any better within the day. “You don’t have the guts to make the hard choices. I do.”
Everyone is pissed or shook by his words, especially Monty “What a selfserving jackass!” but FINN (of all people...) defends Bell in a way “He also happens to be right...” Yeah well..
Flashback again. Abby and Jake are talking about the ark’s system failure he discovered. The ark is going to get out of oxygene in a forseeable future - which basically means certain death for the ark’s citizens. He wants to make it public but Abby’s desperately trying to hold him back.
On earth, now, Clarke’s found some herbs that could help with Jasper‘s wound. She, Wells and Finn go off into the woods to fetch some more. Oh look! They find an old car which basically stucks hidden in the ground.
Charlotte secretly followed Bellamy and the others on their hunting trip. OUPS! Bell almost hit her with his hatchet!!! Kiddo’s tough tho. She wants to stay, although the forest might be too dangerous for a little child. She even wants to hunt herself.
Meanwhile Clarke’s found some of the herbs in a river. But suddenly there are harsh noises: A swarm of birds coming towards the group! Then there’s kind of an alarm to hear, a siren. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?! But they don’T have time to think about it bc a toxic looking storm cloud is rushing towards them!!! Like the birds before, they’re fleeing now too.
Flashback/The ark: Aw, baby Clarke and Wells playing chess together. Just besties having a good time. But Clarke’s worried. She’s telling him about the discovery her father made about the ark... and that he wants to go public with it! Wells reassures her “Your secret is save with me.” Mh...
On earth, now: The acid fog is everywhere now. Bell and Charlotte hurry to seek shelter in a cave together. In the dropship Octavia is worried “My brother is out there!”
Clarke, Finn and Wells find shelter in that old hidden car in the ground. Oh nice, there’s also an old bottle of whiskey. Finn immediately takes a sip. They have to sit out the storm anyway so they could as well have a drink.
It’s night now. In the cave Charlotte wakes up screaming again from a nightmare. But there’s DAD BELLAMY, reassuring her with his deep, hoarse voice. (Woah i mean it! It’s SO DEEP! I’m shivering... ) He’s probably used to similar situations with his sister back on the ark. “Slay your demons while you’re awake.” Oh-oh--
“Down here weakness is death, fear is death...” Well Bellamy... That’s some approach to soothe a kid after having a nightmare... But then he adviced her to hold on tight to her knife and face her fears: “ Screw you, i am not afraid!” The initial thought is nice. Seriously.......
Meanwhile in that hidden car: We learn, why Clarke’s hating Wells so damn much. “Remember the time when you betrayed me and got my father executed?” OUCH... That hits. She’s also drunken now. Wells defends himself “I made a mistake”. Kind of a weak excuse... Is he hiding something? Maybe?
Oh god... every word from Clarke hits now “If you were be my friend you would walk out into this fog and never come back...” Jesus... she’s so hurt and pissed.
In the dropship Murphy’s got enough, he wants to put an end to Jasper’s screams - and his life. Once and for all. But he’s been shut out from the higher deck by Octavia and co. Thank goodness..
Another flashback/The ark: Jake’s recording his message for the people of the ark and Clarke comes in witnessing it. They have an argument. Clarke’s so worried for his savety. But BOOM there are the guards already storming in, arresting Jake for treason... HOW COULD THEY KNOW?! It sinks in... Wells... right? shit... Clarke is screaming!
Earth, now: The acid fog is gone. Clarke and the others on their way back to camp. Finn confronts Wells about his betrayal on Clarke. Another weak reply: “I made a choice. And if she hates me for the rest of her life...” Ouch...
Bell and Charlotte are searching for the others of the hunting group in the forest. They meet. But where’s Atom?
Finn wants to play the referee between Clarke and Wells now. “How sure are you that Wells’s the one who turned in your dad?” He noticed that Wells might hide something... Clarke snaps back, she’s sure, she seemingly doesn’t WANT to forgive him - but you can see his words are gnawing on her. - Suddenly we hear Charlotte’s screams!
Charlotte has found Atom. He’s lying on the ground, gravely wounded and bleeding, visibly in heavy pain. Is that what the acid fog does to people?! Omg! Bell’s kneeling at his side, but he seems so overwhelmed by the situation. It’s clear to him: Atom won’t make it. It would be merciful to help him die... Atom even begs for it... Oh god... it hurts so much to see that guy suffer... But Bell’s just sitting there, the knife already in his hand, paralyzed and shook to the core...
And then Clarke appears behind him. He senses here before he sees her. She kneels down on Atom’s other side. She also notices very quickly that there’s no hope for Atom to survive this. Clarke flashes Bell a desperate look. There is no other way. OH GOD. I can’t even look at what comes next... but yes... i do it anyway...
Clarke takes the knife from Bellamy’s hand... and while humming a little lullaby to soothe him she plunged the blade into Atom’s neck, puts him out of his misery... And Charlotte’s witnessing it all... Oh-oh.--
Bell’s clearly and utterly impressed by Clarke’s doing. He’s almost in awe, can’t take his eyes off her. NOW WHO DOESN’T HAVE THE GUTS TO MAKE THE HARD CHOICES, HUH?! Bell’s seeing the princess with different eyes now. He’s got a lot of respect for her now. Nice for a change.
Back in camp Octavia’s mourning Atom’s death. She doesn’t want Bell to comfort her or any explanation and storms off crying. Bell IMMEDIATELY takes all his frustration about his inability to help Atom and the reaction of O onto Murphy, who’s just insulted Octavia. Suddenly there’s a lot of aggressive tension. But Murphy gives in. Good for him.
Flashback to the ark again: Jake’s about to be getting floated. Abby is desperate. Wells and his father are there too, of course. They can’t even look at the Griffins. Jake says goodbye to Abby, gives her his wedding ring. Oh gosh and suddenly Clarke’s there too, rushing into her father’s arms. She’s crying hard. Jake’s giving her his watch she’s later wearing in memory of him. Clarke doesn’t want to let go of him.
Just before he gets floated Jake only has eyes for the two women he loves, especially for Clarke. Then he gets sucked out into the vacuum. Very sudden, very fast.
Clarke’s breakdown in her mother’s arms is heartbreaking and hard to watch... Jesus i have to blink back tears, even though it might be already the 10th time i’m seeing this. This is so sad, gods...
Back in camp, today: Clarke’s tending on Jasper with the weeds she brought. He’s finally fallen asleep. - Out there Wells is digging graves yet again. Clarke appears, asking him right away: “It was my mom, wasn’t it?” She thought about it. What Finn was saying was probably just the last push she needed to come around. Maybe she didn’t want to see the truth until now. It’s too painful. Her own mother turned her father in... WHY?!
And Wells... Omg, good boy Wells took ALL THE BLAME on himself, just so that Clarke wouldn’t have to hate her own mom... Imma cry... What a selfless friend! Jesus, what you do when you’re in love... I’m speechless...
Oh, look! Jasper’s awake again! And he already wants a shot of moonshine... great... That’s not how you’re getting better, moron!
And then in the end... i feared it...
Charlotte and Wells... I see the bad moon rising. Seriously... Out of the blue inmidst an innocent talk... she’s STABBING HIM DOWN!!! She hit him with her knife! At the same spot, where Clarke had plunged her own knife into Atoms neck!!! Wells father killed her parents. His father’s face is what’s haunting her in her nightmares every night. “Slay your demons...” OH MY GOD... SHE TOOK THAT LITERALLY! Bell’s still got a lot to learn about parenting it seems... JESUS NO! NOT WELLS! Even after all this time i’m still cursing at my screen! WTF CHILD! - Well... What a LOST child... Completely broken. That’s not even fair on all fronts... It’s so controversial.
Bellamy had all the good intentions - and it lead to so much pain. That’s hard. But he couldn’t have forseen this! How could he? IT IS NOT HIS FAULT! But that doesn’t make things any better. It just HURTS to see Wells die in such a bad and unnecessary way! Right after he had been forgiven by his Clarke... I CANNOT... I admit it... I shed a tear. I’ll probably always do it at this point. Wells Jaha deserved better. And we all know it. Woah that’s quite a show we’re watching here. And it certainly makes you pensive.
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Tough stuff. But from now on... almost every episode is tbh. That’s the route we’re taking here. Serious shit’s happening - and is coming towards us. We know this now, at latest after finishing this episode. The mere THOUGHT that a kid should be capable of such a cruel act is almost unbearable. It‘s so hard to watch and it overpowers almost everything else that happened this episode. Jake’s death was very sad to see. But i understand why he had to try to warn the people, who are otherwise completely oblivious to what’s really going on with the ark’s survival systems. Also incisive: The mercy-killing of Atom... All these moments hit like a ton of bricks and make us, the audience, realize, what kind of show we‘re watching here. It’s dark and very disturbing but SO INTRIGUING and interesting you just want to watch further.
What i liked: Bellamy learns to respect Clarke, he even admires her for her courage. Wells and Clarke’s reconciliation.
What i disliked: Isn’t that obvious? Charlotte killing Wells. Jake’s death. Clarke and Wells fighting (with words). It’s not nice to see Atom die either...
Fave quote(s): “Maybe being on the ground is our second chance”
Song(s) i associate with the episode: “It’s the fear” by Within Temptation (”It's the fear, fear of the dark. It's growing inside of me, that one day will come to life. - Long ago it came to me and ever since that day, infected with its rage, but it ends today. ”)
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Can you make an Instagram post about Carson and Auston posting for Auston’s first Father’s Day?? 🥹
I definitely fell asleep before posting this last night but here you go ☺️
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carsonbailey Happy 1st Father’s Day to Mia’s favourite parent @austonmatthews #babydaddy
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alexandriajmatthews 🥹❤️
stephlachancee Happy first Fathers Day, Matts! Can’t wait till we’re there, miss you guys so much
austonmatthews Only ‘baby daddy’ to you huh? But thank you for making today so special babe ♥️
→ carsonbailey Yup, that’s it. Not like your my soon to be husband or anything
→ austonmatthews 🙄
austonmatthews And Mia doesn’t have a favorite wdym ☹️🥺
nate_bailey99 We all know you wanted to say your favourite dilf idk why you didn’t just put that
→ marner_93 Immediately no
→ lexie_hannah Thank you, I was waiting for someone to say it
→ mya.bailey LMAO
→ carsonbailey 🫣
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austonmatthews Father’s Day
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carsonbailey You’re not showing enough of your dad bod off in this 
williamnylander Very glad to see Mia will never have a shortage of teddy bear onesies
justinbieber Happy Father’s Day dad
frederikandersen31 Genuinely surprised you didn’t post another picture of you and Mia matching
bunting27 🧍🏻♂️
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Blade Breaker reading live blogging⚔️
IT’S HERE LET’S GO... ⚠️ SPOILERS AHEAD ⚠️ (duh)
Chapter one:
I had already read this one but I still hate the snakes. Andry serving this energy 😂
Chapter 2:
again, we already lost our minds over this one girlies but I just love how Erida is lowkey proud about Corayne fucking shit up “Good for her”-ing. Feminist solidarity icon.
Chapter 3:
At her side, Dom shifted, his emerald gaze passing over her, a question in his eyes. He can hear my heartbeat
STOP the potential this line has!!!! I’m ignoring the second part about the fear .
Look at Corayne getting called by full name by DILFs in the desert. You’re doing amazing sweetie 💅
Charlie snored in reply, wrapped up in his cloak like a sweet roll.
Relatable king.
Corayne being all curious and smart, making connections with the info she has, like a badass while also being the baby of the group 😂💖
Chapter 4:
“Monster????” 😐 the two declawed kittens of the band of criminals talking about being monsters please.
OMG FALCON GUY SHOOTING HIS SHOT WITH MY BOI ANDRY, praising his riding skills????!!! “YOU RIDE LIKE A KNIGHT A GOOD KNIGHT”
nvm we’re doubling down on the cor*ndry agenda
“Syrek. Meira. Lasreen. Fyriad” I do love me a good deities pantheon what can I say
Ch 5:
Ridha!! boy king with the bear!!
okok listen to this gay ass description of this blond bitch with a FREAKING WOLF TATTOO? I don’t want to assume but...
In three long strides, she stood nose to nose with Lenna. Or rather, nose to neck.
Harold???
“Spindle man” 😂 and Ridha finding Lenna’s boldness intriguing? HAROLD
{lkcvmdaslkfnvgak<nswnLKSDNVLÑKNAHHHH LENNA YOU ICONIC BITCH. FAVORITE CHARACTER JUST ARRIVED. READ THIS MOMENT IN HISTORY:
“A little, I tried to wed her,” she said, shrugging.
“You could have saved us all a great deal of trouble,”(...)”I’m sorry she said no.”
“I am not,” Lenna answered bluntly, meeting Ridha’s gaze.
Lenna = Best character and here’s why:
A) Sapphic warior leader who looks like THAT
B) TRIED TO MARRY ERIDA
C) IS GOING AFTER RIDHA NOW (Ni lenta ni perezosa mi ciela!!!!)
It’s like she was written for me specifically I feel attacked on all fronts
DRAGONS 😍😍😍CHAPTER 5 gets the best chapter award!! Dragons and lesbians are you freaking kidding me. This is what I’m here for
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im a fnaf veteran and ive seen the fandom die, come back to life, die and come back to life again and from my very very very long time ive been here id say the most popular fanfic options are:
1.) the animatronics stay animatronic but have human-like abilities/movements?? like they make silly little facial expressions, they scratch their neck when theyre confused, get out of breath when they ‘run.’ they basically have a human range of movement and emotion instead of the robotic clunkyness they have in most games you know??
2.) theyre human or they transform into humans, this ones pretty self explanatory but it really just depends on how the writer headcanons their human appearances and can sometimes get a bit funky with the canon but fuck the canon am i right
3.) theyre animatronic people, this one was very popular sort of during fnaf 1/2 but i havent really seen it since the fandom died after fnaf 2/3ish. everything stays the same in the universe but instead of being animals they were robot humans since day one. again it just depends on the writers headcanons tho
i hope this helps :3
Well I’m flattered that you’re here!
With the addition of security breach, I think it’s way more plausible that they have human mannerisms, like how we see Roxy with insecurities, Freddy’s a straight up dilf, Monty has anger issues but seems like a cool dude and I’m convinced Chica stress eats
But I agree, FUUUUUCK CANONNNNN (it’s too confusing anyway)
#fnaf#fnaf security breach#glamrock freddy#glamrock chica#roxanne wolf#montgomery gator#fanfic#we’re here for the dilf bear#let’s be honest#glamrock freddy x reader
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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭 ღ 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧
A/N: Here it is, back again! Sorry if any spelling/grammatical errors! MINORS DNI!
Pairing: Dilf!Reiner Braun x Reader
Warnings: Reader is fem bodied and goes by she/her pronouns. Big age gap. Reiner is your best friends dad. Lots and lots of teasing. The use of daddy and babygirl. Unprotected sex + creampie, vaginal sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving). Spanking with a belt. Reiner being himself even in old-ish man form
“So, tell me again why we’re going to your dad's house?” you held your phone to your ear with your shoulder, searching through your drawer to find a bathing suit. You pulled one out, but decided you would probably have to look for another one… just in case you met any hot guys on the beach town you were going with your best friend to.
“Because!” she sounded giddy, “I haven’t seen him in two years, and you’re not going home anyway. You promised you’d come with me.” pausing, you could hear her shut something loudly. “Annndddd there’s a beach. Why would you say no to that?”
You giggled at her words, “I’m not saying no! I just needed to know more about it. Got anything planned?” you packed your suitcase, smiling against your phone, a month of being on the beach with your best friend? Sounds like heaven.
“Alright, I have to go. Dad’s calling!” she said her goodbyes and you hung up, grabbing more stuff to put in your suitcase. Making sure to pack the essentials, you hopped into the shower, throwing on a t- shirt and some shorts once you were done. It was still pretty early, and it would only take two hours to get there, at least that's what she told you.
Grabbing your keys and luggage, you left your apartment to start loading up your car. You made sure to save room for your friends luggage, hers would always be bigger than yours, she felt the need to overpack twenty-four seven.
“Hi!” she waved as you pulled up, her crop top riding up on her skin. You popped the trunk for her, and she shoved her luggage in with a small grunt, pressing the button to shut it before stepping in. Her hair was in two braids, sunglasses propped on her head.
“Someones ready to go.” you teased, putting the directions in your GPS.
“Duhhh. I miss my dad.” she propped her feet up on the dashboard. “You’ll love him. He’s such a big teddy bear.”
“I’m sure I will.” your eyes focused on the road, directions sounding off beside you. “From the pictures you’ve shown me, he's pretty hot too.” she scrunched her nose up, a noise of disgust making its way out of her as she batted at your shoulder with one hand. You batted back at her, “I’m just joking! He looks nice, I can’t wait to meet him.”
She hummed in agreement, closing her eyes to get some rest. You swore she was like a cat, sleeping anywhere and everywhere
The ride was fairly peaceful, traffic wasn’t bad due to it not being a major holiday, and you only had to make one stop for food. Houses of pastel blues, yellows, and greens sprouted up growing closer and closer together the closer you drove into the beach side town. You rolled your window down, letting the scent of the ocean breeze permeate your car.
Your friend woke up drowsily, just in time to tell you the code for the gated community her father lived in.
“What the hell does your father do for a living.” you asked her as you drove through the community, the houses grande and luxurious.
She yawned, “He works for some corporate office. The CEO is like rich or something, dad’s one of the higher ups.”
“Oh.” you hummed, parking by the sidewalk. The house was smaller than many of the others, but still large in comparison to the average house. Opening the door, you made quick work of stretching your legs, your mind registered the person weed whacking in the yard. His blonde hair stuck to his face, facial hair nicely groomed. Your eyes traveled lower, three buttons unbuttoned on his shirt, his sleeves were rolled up, khaki pants tight on his very muscular thighs. Veins bulged out of his arms, wristwatch further enhancing them. You had to force yourself to look away as he looked up, a wide grin on his face.
“Dad!” your friend eagerly bounded up to him, throwing her arms around his wide shoulders. He hugged her back, hands looking massive around her waist.
You felt guilt wash over you. How could you find your best friend’s dad hot? How fucked up were you to be wondering about how his large hands would feel around your neck, what his muscular body would feel like on yours, what his voice would sound like when he was-.
You snapped out of your haze when your friend called your name, introducing you to her father. Making your way to them, you formally introduced yourself, earning a handshake from a him, and a “Reiner Braun, nice to meet you.”
Your hands felt clammy, quickly retreating to wipe them on your shirt and get your luggage. Reiner stopped you, motioning for you to get inside and that he’d get your luggage. You smiled shyly, biting your lip subconsciously.
Watching him grab the luggage certainly didn’t do your brain any good, he was still strong even in his older age, being able to carry two suitcases and an additional bag from his daughter. You scurried into the house, him showing you where you’d be staying and telling you that dinner would be ready within the next hour.
You swore you could feel the heat of his eyes lingering on you for a little too long, the shorts you wore were riding up on your ass, the fleshy meat hanging out ever so slightly. You turned around to see him already walking down the stairs, putting it off as a random feeling.
After unpacking, you went downstairs to sit with Reiner and your friend to eat dinner.
“So,” he started, cutting into his steak. “Do you have a boyfriend yet, sweetheart?” he asked your friend, and she rolled her eyes.
“No. Neither of us do.” she grumbled, and Reiner cocked an eyebrow. You joined in, “Yeah, stupid college boys or whatever.” shrugging, you took a bite, and your friend spoke once again. “That pretty much sums it up.” you chewed, nodding at her words.
Reiner hummed, swallowing. “You’re both pretty girls, you’ll find someone soon enough.” you smiled shyly at his words, your best friend speaking a cheerful “Thanks dad.”
“Thanks for the dinner, Mr. Braun.” you were washing off your dish, helping to clean up after dinner.
“It’s no problem sweetheart.” you shivered, hoping he didn’t notice. The nickname he gave both you and his daughter should not be this hot. He spoke again, “Call me Reiner. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
You smiled, wiping your hands off. “I loved it Mr. Braun.” calling him by his first name is a no-no, this wasn’t your territory, and by the way it made you bite your lip, you knew it led to other things in your mind. You passed by him, deciding to go straight to bed due to the long day you’ve had.
“Call me if you need anything.” he called up the stairs, and you let out a noise of acknowledgement, shutting the door behind you.
The next few days were spent hitting up the beach, the warm sun on your body washing out all the stress you held due to your hectic school life. Reiner’s eyes would catch on the dip of your cleavage in your swimsuit for a split second, before he coughed, sending you on your way.
At first you didn’t catch it, but after almost a week of it happening, you finally caught on. One night you got up to get a drink of water, passing Reiner’s room in the process. Soft noises flowed out of his room, and you not so innocently pressed your ear against his door, vaguely making out some grunts, and the phrase of “Fuck babygirl, yeah thats it. Cum on daddy's cock.”
You bit your cheek, clit throbbing. Deciding you don’t need water after all, you sprinted to your room lightly, closing the door and pleasuring yourself to how he would feel inside of you. You shouldn’t feel like this, his eyes taking in the curve of your tits, hips, and the plump flesh of your ass burned into your mind. The soft touches of his fingers on your lower back as he walked behind you. The way he looked when he was only wearing grey sweatpants, no shirt, as he stood outside your room asking if you needed anything. You wore a skimpy tank top and too short shorts, his eyes lingering on you for longer than you thought they would. You came with a quiet whimper, mind buzzing of Reiner and only Reiner.
He knocked on your door that morning, unaware of what you were doing last and what you heard last night. “Breakfast is ready if you want any.”
“I’ll be down in a minute.” you said, getting up to make sure you looked nice enough for your liking. After some pampering, you made your way downstairs, Reiner was in a suit, grey tie matching his silver watch.
“Looks delicious.” you smiled, and your friend sipped her coffee beside you.
“Glad you girls like this old man's cooking.” he checked his watch, leaning over to lace his shoes.
“You’re not old, dad.” your friend set her coffee down, looking at Reiner with pursed lips.
He shrugged, “I have a daughter in college, I’m pretty old.”
You chimed in quietly, “Mr. Braun, you’re like forty-five at most, that’s not old.”
Smiling, he got up, adjusting his cufflinks. “I’m close enough, forty-one. See you girls tonight, have a nice day.”
Your friend rolled her eyes, poking her tongue out between her lips. “I’ve been meaning to buy a new swimsuit.” she mentioned, “Do you want to come?”
“Yeah sure, I needed an extra anyway.” the cogs turned in your head, a perfect excuse to buy a slutty bathing suit that could cause Reiner to crack. You bit your lip, getting up to go wash your plate and get ready.
The next day was Reiner’s day off of work, a perfect day to present your new swimsuit to him.
“Mr. Braun.” you piped up as he was taking his shirt off. “Could you put sunscreen on my back?” mentioning that your friend was in the cabana, setting up a pool floatie.
“Sure sweetheart,” he hummed, coming up behind you to grab the sunscreen. “It’ll be no problem.” Reiner squirted the sunblock in his hands, starting to rub at your shoulders. You sighed under his touch, every muscle relaxing. He squeezed more, and instead of going to your back he went to your feet and thighs, eventually coming up to lightly squeeze at your ass, making you gasp softly. It was the most gentle squeeze, but it sent shockwaves through your body, the cold lotion landed on your back, breaking you out of your haze. Reiner pressed his palms into your back, fingers skimming the underside of your swimsuit top.
His fingers caused your skin to erupt in goosebumps, nipples hardening. You shivered, and he hummed quietly, one finger skimming your skin, coming to pinch at your nipple through the cloth. You squeezed your thighs together to alleviate the pressure, making him groan softly. He dipped his fingers underneath your top, squeezing at both nipples under the fabric.
“Mmm… Reiner.” you sighed, jumping as the cabana door creaked in the background. He made it look like he was rubbing more sunscreen at your back, your friend coming out with the floatie.
“That took forever. I’m so sorry!” she apologized, Reiner closing the sunscreen bottle to toss it to her.
“It’s no problem, don’t worry about it.” you smiled, and she set the floatie down. “Your dad helped me with the sunscreen, but I can do yours if needed.” turning to face her, she shook her head yes, and Reiner excused himself to the bathroom, awkwardly shuffling away.
You motioned her over, biting your lip at what just happened. The teasing game was on, Reiner had no excuse as he started it. Squeezing the tube, you applied sunscreen to her back, lost in thoughts of Reiner and what you’d do to him.
Game on, now it was your move.
He knew you were staring at him like he was to you. He knew you saw him in a way as more than your friend’s dad. He knew.
That night at dinner, you decided to move past him in a tight corridor, pressing your chest against him. “Sorry,” you murmured, “ ‘s tight squeeze.” you bit the inside of your cheek as his breath hitched, walking off with a small smirk.
Reiner came to sit at the table later than you and your friend did, excusing himself due to having to use the bathroom.
You eyed him knowingly, eating your dinner in silence.
He cleared his throat, speaking up. “We’re going to dinner next week with my boss. Hopefully you girls packed some nice clothes.”
Your friend nodded, and you smiled. “We did, just in case.” chewing, you hummed, you did pack nicer clothes… but you’d have to go shopping, your dress was nowhere near the level it needed to be.
Before going to bed, Reiner knocked at your door like he did the week before. “It’s open.” you sing-songed, He opened the door, clad in pajama pants that hung low on his hips, showing the v line that ran down him. Even being in his early forties he was toned with muscle, shoulders broad. He was thick, built like a tree.
“Need anything?” his voice was low, and you shook your head.
“Thanks though,” you paused, saying the next words under your breath. “Daddy.”
His lips twitched, eyebrows arching. “Alright. Don’t hesitate to ask me.” he shut the door behind him, and you swallowed thickly. He had to hear it, the twitch in his lips showed he did. You had to stop the teasing by dinner next week, you don’t know if you could take it for much longer than that.
“What do you think?” you stepped out of the dressing room, the tight dress hugging every curve of your body.
“You look great, if there are any hot guys at the restaurant they're sure to see you.” your friend smiled, and you nodded. There definitely was a hot guy at the restaurant, and your dress was sure to help push him to the breaking point.
“Great, I’ll get it then.” you hummed, moving closer to her so she could unzip it for you. Changing back into your everyday clothes, you checked the dress out, thoughts swirling in your head.
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Your heels clicked on the floor, hands fiddling with your dress material. Checking yourself in the mirror, you took a deep breath, relaxing your shoulders, deciding to go out of the bathroom.
“Hey! Dad’s waiting for us at the table, I’ll show you where it is.” she chirped, grabbing your hand. Guiding you to the table you saw Reiner and an older blonde man, faced adorned with a scruffy beard and glasses.
“This is my boss, Zeke. Zeke, this is my daughters friend.” Reiner said, and you introduced yourself, sticking your hand out. Zeke shook it, giving you a once over.
“Nice dress.”
“Thank you.” you smirked, leaning over to sit in your chair. The sides of Reiners lips twitched as you leaned over, cleavage on display. Acting like you didn’t see, you sat down in your chair next to your friend, Reiner sitting next to Zeke.
“You guys on summer break or something?” Zeke asked, pulling his lip between his teeth, checking your friend out discreetly.
“Yeah,” she hummed, biting her lip softly.
Reiner looked straight at you, eyes dark with his arms crossed. “They have another two weeks here.” he added, your skin erupting with goosebumps at the low tone of his voice.
He knew what you were doing, and it seemed that he was being strung up right along with your plan. “Honestly, I was thinking of staying here for a bit longer.” you shrugged, looking right back at him. “My parents live across the country, and I can’t afford a plane ticket to go see them, plus I don’t want to go home yet.”
Your friend looked at you, raising her eyebrows. “You do?” she asked happily. You nodded in response, trying to graze how Reiner would react. His expression was blank, but his jaw flexed, making your eyes dart to the side.
Truth be told, you weren’t super happy about having to stay at your friend’s house with her father when you first got the news. It would be awkward, you’d never met, and here his daughter had her friend staying at her house when they’re grown adults? The thought made you cringe, you had only seen one picture of him where he was wearing sunglasses, doing a normal dad pose. “Such a fun summer.” you thought sarcastically. But now here you are, willing to stay for a couple more weeks all because of your friend's hot dad.
You took a sip of your water, Zeke continued chatting with your friend, making her giggle. This night could go two ways, your friend would either be a) hooking up with her dad’s boss, or b) eventually hooking up with her dad's boss.
The tension between you and Reiner was thick, the air felt suffocating as he bore holes into you, and you took another sip of your water, hoping to quench the sudden dryness in your throat.
“What would you all like to start out with?” the waiter asked, snapping you out of your haze, and Zeke and your friend out of their conversation.
You all ordered, Zeke and Reiner both got beer, which surprised you due to their fancy attire and the restaurant Zeke took you to. They both got expensive dishes, which didn't surprise you. Speaking up, you spoke out your order, one of the cheapest items on the menu, making Reiner look at you with furrowed brows.
“You know I’m paying for this, right?” he crossed his arms, face deadpan.
“No, you’re not. I’ll stick with that, please.” you looked at the waiter, and Reiner spoke up.
Reiner must've heard you contemplating between the two dishes you wanted to order, one was much more expensive than the other, and you didn’t want to spend all of Zeke’s (or your, depending on who’s paying) money. He ordered what you wanted, giving the menus back to the waiter. “I’m paying for it.” he huffed, and that was final.
During dinner, you managed to drop your fork on the floor, Reiner brushing his hand on yours as you both reached down to get it. You gave him a lopsided smile, pulling the fork up. Brushing your hand on the fabric of your dress, Reiner going back to eat quietly.
Your friend continued to chat with Zeke, and it seemed he enjoyed the attention, his eyes skimming over her body as he licked his bottom lip.
Sighing, you put your hand on your cheek. The teasing games continued, Reiner failed to do anything, and although you were confident, you didn’t want to press past the boundary. Would this ever have a conclusion?
“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern etching into his features.
“Mm.” you thought about what to say, deciding to leave it vague. “It’s nothing, just some stuff has been happening recently.”
“Stuff?” he asked, and you nodded.
“Yeah. Stuff.” you cut into your food, taking a bite. Reiner took that as a signal to leave the subject alone, although you could tell it was bothering him by the minute. ‘Would he ask you about it again?’ was the main priority of your thoughts. There was nothing wrong with teasing and leaving things vague, but you had an ache only he could fill. The fire in your loins burned only for him, and his teasing act only set it more ablaze.
Excusing yourself to go to the bathroom, you took a breather to calm yourself down.
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Reiner did absolutely nothing, your disappointment was evident on your face as you left the restaurant. Your friend lucked out though, she would be going to see Zeke on one of the following days, saying “sorry to leave you alone with my dad but…”. You already knew it was coming, she had been luckier than you, she had scored while you didn’t.
“You look great.” she wore a tight fitting top and some jeans, the date seemingly more casual than the restaurant he took all of you to. It had been a few days since going out, the air tense around you and Reiner, your friend oblivious through it all.
“Thank you!” she said cheerily, grabbing some jewelry to place on herself. Admittedly, you were jealous. Your fire hasn’t died down in the couple days filled with tension. Zeke was attractive, but he wasn’t the man you desired.
Whenever you would see Reiner, you’d walk the other way or right past him with a blank expression and no words coming out of your mouth. His face was firm, almost in a scowl. It’s his fault you were upset, and he knew it. You wondered if he internally cursed himself for not acting upon his needs, he sure seemed upset, but of course only for you to see.
Dinner was an obstacle you had to overcome, your answers were short and sweet instead of chatty and defined like they usually were. It was amazing how your friend stayed oblivious to it all, but you guess there’s other pressing matters taking over her thoughts. Maybe going back home wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
“I’ll call you after.” she winked at you, grabbing your keys due to you allowing her to use your car.
“Have fun! Be safe, make sure he wears a condom.” you singsonged, smiling as she shut the door behind her.
Making your way to your room to sulk about how your life was, you were stopped by Reiner.
“What do you want?” your brows furrowed as he placed a hand on your shoulder. Your lips morphed into an angry, thin line.
Reiner was silent, only speaking when you went to remove his hand and move past him. “I’m sorry.” he said quietly.
“Sorry for what? You have nothing to be sorry about.” you turned your head, biting your lip to stop you from saying anything else.
“I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you lately. Let me make it up to you. I know the perfect spot on the beach.” his voice was barely a whisper, his eyes desperate and pleading.
“I don’t know.” you bit your lip harder, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.
He squeezed your shoulder, pleading with you once again.
“Fine.” you murmured, his grip on your shoulder releasing. Making your way upstairs, you mentally picked out your outfit. Knowing Reiner and his wealth, you’d most likely be going to some upscale seafood restaurant. Once you were finished, you padded downstairs, Reiner was clad in a long sleeved button up, jeans, and a nice belt.
“You look pretty.” his hands shifted in his pockets awkwardly, his loose fitting shirt tucked in his pants.
“Thanks.” you were just as awkward, sweat resting on your brow.
He grabbed his keys, opening the front door.
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Reiner took you to a restaurant on the beach, sitting next to you on one of the stools they set on the wooden dock. Reiner ordered a beer as always, giving you time to look over the menu and see what you want. You ordered a virgin strawberry margarita, hoping for the sweetness to help jolt your nerves back to their normal state.
“Thank you.” you grabbed the drink, taking a sip. Reiner was looking at you in silence, his adams apple bobbing in his throat. “What?” you asked, staring back at him.
He cleared his throat, “Nothing.” you furrowed your brows in response, and he spoke again. “I don't deserve this.” he sighed, looking at his beer.
“Reiner.” you spoke softly, any anger you still held dissipating. “You’ve been single for a long time. You’re handsome, smart, kind. You deserve a lot more than you think.” your hand came to clasp his, his shoulders relaxing in response. He looked at you once more.
“Thank you.” his fingers twitched under your hand, a small smile playing on his lips.
You smiled in return, picking what you wanted from the menu. Reiner ordered for both of you, the dinner consisting of small talk with each other and the staff.
Reiner held your hand in his as you walked off the dock and onto the beach. He pulled you in close, hands finding your waist, swaying you to the music from the restaurant.
“You like Weezer, huh?” you smiled when he hummed along to the song, your words causing him to stop and chuckle.
“How’d you know?” his voice was low as he swayed you. “Thought they were a little old for a girl your age.”
“I’m not that young.” you rolled your eyes, smiling. “Or are you just old, old man?”
He pulled you in closer, angling his head down to press his lips firmly into yours. Your hands flew to pull at the collar of his shirt, reciprocating his kiss. Finally, after all the buildup he laid a hand on you. His lips were slightly chapped, tongue playing at the seam of your lips. You opened your mouth, lifting one of your hands to play with the soft hair on the back of his head.
“Let’s go find somewhere more private. People are staring.” you breathed the words once you pulled away, the customers on the dock peeking over their shoulders to look at you.
Reiner nodded, pulling away to fit his hand in yours. You walked along the beach, the waves splashing calmly along the shore. Breathing in the salty air, you set your head on Reiner’s shoulder, him humming as you did so.
There was shouting in the distance, college students surrounding a fire pit, chugging down alcoholic drinks. They played music on a radio, contrasting against the live music on the dock earlier.
Reiner pulled you off to the side, a more secluded area where you could still hear the music blaring. He wasted no time in kissing you, lips pressing fervently onto yours. Your body went slack against his as his hands traveled down your back to grope at your ass. Wrapping your arm around his shoulder, you pressed on the back of his neck with your hand, inviting him closer.
He grunted, picking your leg up to situate it at his hip so he could grind into you. Reiner’s hand squeezed at the fleshy orb of your ass, the other one holding your leg so you could remain balanced. Your dress bunched around your thighs, the flowy material thin and easy to take off if he so chooses. He ground his erection against your clothed clit, making you moan softly at the feeling.
“Let’s go,” you whispered as the music got closer, the group’s voices becoming louder and louder. Grabbing Reiner’s wrist, you ducked into some sort of stall, seemingly a changing room. Reiner pushed your chest into the wall, angling you so he could grind his erection between the dip of your ass just right.You felt yourself becoming wetter at the action, hands finding purchase on the bar in front of you.
“Take off your dress.” Reiner growled, working on unbuckling his belt. You took off your dress, the swimsuit you had bought just for him underneath. You could hear the questioning “hm?” in his throat, and you turned around to look at him.
“Just in case.” you winked, moving back around, your arms untying your bathing suit top. Reiner’s pants fell to the floor with a dull noise, buttons being unbuttoned behind you. You turned around again to see him in his boxers, the hard imprint of his cock straining against the material. Christ, he was big, your mouth watered at the thought of him.
He pulled your bottoms down, snapping you out of your thoughts. His boxers followed suit, your heart raced at the sight of his cock bobbing against his stomach. It was even bigger than you thought, long and thick around the middle, head tinted a beautiful pink. Reiner sank to his knees to get a look at you, murmuring a “Fuck, you’re so beautiful baby.”
You whimpered in response, moving to get him closer to you. His fingers brushed along your slit, gathering the wetness. He opened you up delicately, staring at your clenching hole, finger teasing around it. “So pretty.” he spoke again, words quiet but going noticed. Your breath hitched in your throat as his finger was replaced by his tongue, he poked and prodded your hole, the fleshy muscle bringing delicate tears to your eyes.
Reiner lapped at your folds, moving on to circle your clit before tonguing it. Your wetness started to drip down your inner thighs, no doubt covering his chin and beard. He continued tonguing at your clit, pushing two fingers into you, groaning at the tightness around his fingers. Reiner rubbed his fingers against the spongy spot inside of you, making you moan.
The pace of his fingers picked up, tongue still working at your clit. The coarse feeling of his beard hair helped send you over the edge, cumming all over his mouth and chin with a soft cry of his name.
Reiner’s cock throbbed, twitching as he moved to stand on his feet again. His knees were sore, but he positioned himself along your slit.
“I’m on birth control.” you spoke before he entered you, “I’m assuming you’re clean?”
“Yeah.” He lined himself up, voice low as he pushed in, groaning.
You winced, body tensing. He was so big, you felt so full of him. “Oh f-fuck.” gasping, he stopped, letting you adjust to him. Once you gave him the okay, Reiner pushed further in, groaning as he bottomed out. His cockhead nustled against your cervix, making you squeeze your eyes shut, your heart throbbing in your chest.
“Fuck you’re tight.” he moaned, thrusting into you slowly. His hands grabbed your hips, and you squeezed him tighter in return.
“You can go faster…” you paused, whining as he pressed into the special spot that made you see stars.
Reiner squeezed your hips tighter, pistoning his hips into yours. Every groan, grunt, and moan of his had the knot in your stomach tightening. “Fuck daddy!” you whimpered as his hands found your clit, a feral growl leaving his mouth.
“Say it again.” his cockhead pressed that special spot again, and you cried out.
“Yes, daddy.” you bit your lip, and he pulled out to grab his belt. He looped it, hitting the flesh of your ass.
“Louder.” He slowed his pace.
“Oh my g-god daddy.” you moaned louder, lip quivering.
“Louder.” he hit your ass again, making you moan in pain.
“‘s good daddy! S-so good.”
Reiner dropped the belt ,instead choosing to return to his original pace. He dug his fingers into your hips, no doubt leaving bruises. You could already feel yourself getting sore, Reiner pummeling your cervix in just the right way. With a flick of his finger on your clit, and a press into your g-spot, you came hard.
“Jesus christ baby.” he groaned, falling onto you to cage you into the wall. With one final thrust and a twitch of his hips he spurt white ropes of cum into you. Reiner pulled out slowly, breath hitching as his cum slowly dripped out of you.
After a few moments he got up, moving to go clean himself up in the ocean. You sunk to the floor, legs heavy and jelly like.
“You okay? I didn’t go too hard on you did I?” he knelt down, stroking your cheek with his knuckle. Smiling woozily, you shook your head, making Reiner smile softly. He helped you up, picking you up to carry you bridal style.
“Thanks daddy.” you nuzzled into his chest, the heat radiating off of him making your whole body feel warm against the cold water he dipped you in.
Reiner washed you and himself off, stroking your hair softly. Once he was done, he got you both dressed, putting you into the passenger seat of his car where you promptly fell asleep.
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Waking up in the morning was uncomfortable to say the least, you were sore, wincing as you got up to go downstairs to eat breakfast
“Look who's finally up.” Reiner teased, setting a plate of breakfast next to his.
“What time is it?” you said groggily, smiling when he placed a kiss on your lips. The action made your heart flutter, proving it wasn’t just a hookup.
“Ten thirty.” he handed you a cup of coffee, and you sipped the warm liquid, happy for a chance to pep up. “You feeling okay?” he spoke again, sitting down.
“Just a little sore.” speaking softly, you smiled around the bit of mug in your lips. “Thank you.”
“Take it easy today.” Reiner pat the top of your head, the knob of the front door jiggling. Your friend stepped through the door, hanging your keys on the hook.
“G’morning guys.” she smiled happily, Reiner taking his hand away from your head.
“How’d the date go?” you chewed on your food, looking over at her.
“Great! How’d it go here?” she pulled a chair out by you, head resting in her hands.
“Good.” Reiner piped up, taking a sip of his coffee. “We didn’t really do much, just went to the beach.”
You looked over at him, then your friend, and nodded, staying silent.
“I’m glad you guys had fun! Let’s go hit up some shops on the boardwalk today.” she smiled again, making you groan internally, but you agreed anyway.
Over the next few weeks your relationship with Reiner progressed, he’d take you anywhere he could, the couch, his bed, the shower, the kitchen counter, anywhere.
You still hadn’t told your best friend, having no idea how. One day you knocked on her door, too guilty of holding it in to do so any longer.
“Hey… I need to tell you something.” you gulped quietly, the pit in your stomach sinking.
“You’re in love and sleeping with my dad?” she hummed, flipping her magazine page without looking up.
“How-how’d you know…” she pat her bed, motioning for you to sit down.
“Well you're my best friend, and he’s my dad. I could tell.”
“Are you mad?” your voice was small, nervous, and she shook her head.
“I was shocked more than anything, why would you be into my dad?” she spoke, flipping another page. “My dad’s been happier than he has been in a long time, I’m not going to ruin it for him.” your tears were hot against your cheeks, and she looked up, moving the magazine to hug you.
“Thank you for understanding.” you sniffled, feeling her smile against your cheek.
“Of course, now stop hiding it. It’s nice to see my dad smile for once.” she wagged her finger in front of your face teasingly, making you giggle.
After a couple of hours, you went to tell Reiner. “She knows,” you said as you popped your head into his room, body following suit. Reiner opened his mouth to speak, closed it, then opened it again.
“Well…” he spoke softly, looking at his laptop. “She’s not upset?” you shook your head, going to sit next to him. “Great then.” he kissed the crown of your head softly, breathing in your shampoo.
Summer ended as quickly as it came, tears were shed from your friend having to leave her father and Zeke.
“It’s okay, we can see them next break.” you pat her shoulder softly, trying to comfort her.
You had exchanged goodbyes with Reiner in private, giving him enough kisses to last a lifetime. If your birth control was acting up, you were sure to get pregnant after the night you spent with him.
Before you left, he gave you a couple gifts to remember him by, a locket, a bracelet with initial charms, and a small ring which he said he’d replace someday. You hugged him tightly, sighing into his shoulder about how you’d miss him, you were almost done with college, and you’d be seeing him soon.
“I know. Hit the road. She’s already waiting for you in the car.” he gave you one last burning kiss before sending you on your way.
Hopping in the passenger's seat, you looked out the window to see him waving bye with a smile on his face. You waved back, watching as his figure got smaller and smaller as you left the neighborhood.
You were glad you hadn’t said no to your friends offer, now you had a story to tell, and a lifetime of love (and great dick) to look forward to.
This was definitely a summer to remember.
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sukunasun's masterlist (NEW) • 10 april 2024
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☉ sexual content /mature themes
IT'S GETO DAY (3 FEB FICS)
celebrating geto on his birthday and more, this is for the geto girls and the geto girls only.
SKIN TO SKIN (geto suguru x pregnant reader)
HIT DIFFERENT ☉ (geto suguru x reader)
I'M ON FIRE ☉ (dilf geto x reader)
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BLOODLINE | A JUJUTSU KAISEN ROYAL FANTASY AU
Sweeping from a distant celestial kingdom of epicurean plenty to the very depths of a hellish underworld where death, demons, and curses reside, this is a tale of kings and princes, knights and masters, dreamers, prophets, and mercenaries, who come together in a time of grim omens.
MAP
CAST
WRITINGS/HCS
DEFIANT (bloodline first draft + king nanami x reader)
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STANDALONE FICS
GREEDY ☉ (modern sukuna x reader)
FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD ☉ (farmhand nanami kento x reader)
OBSESSION ☉ (geto suguru x cult follower reader)
SHIBA INU STICKERS ☉ (single dad geto suguru x reader)
MY YOUTH IS YOURS ☉ (gojo satoru x reader)
NURSING AZEALEAS AND HYDRANGEAS (househusband nanami kento x reader)
THE SUN IN YOUR HANDS (dad geto suguru)
TANGLED WEB (spiderman 2099 geto suguru x reader)
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A THING OR TWO
INTRICATE RITUALS (sukuna x reader)
BRUISES ☉ (meanie sukuna x reader)
NASTY ☉ (dilf geto x reader)
FMU ☉ (geto suguru x reader)
DREAMY EYES ☉ (modern geto suguru x reader)
PRINCESS ☉ (modern geto suguru x bratty reader)
OF THE SOFTEST HEART (modern geto suguru x reader)
MY BOYFRIEND (modern geto suguru x reader)
SHARING ☉ (gego x reader)
GREEN-EYED ☉ (gego x reader)
PURELY OFF LIMITS ☉ (nanami kento x reader)
EMOJI (PT. 2) ☉ (nanami kento x reader)
SUBTLE ☉ (nanami kento x reader)
PACKIN ☉ (jjk men x reader)
OBRIGADO (olympic au)
PROM (noritoshi kamo x reader)
WET KILLER (stalker geto x reader)
7/11 ☉ (football au)
NO ES MI CULPA ☉ (footballer sukuna x reader)
CLOSER ☉ (ghostface jjk men x reader)
BABY BEAR (dad geto suguru)
BACKDRAFT (gojo satoru x reader)
SILK/SPANDEX ☉ (spiderman 2099 geto suguru x reader)
DRY SPELL ☉ (nanami kento x dom reader)
GOAT ☉ (gamer boy geto)
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SAY IT'S HERE
a moment in time he can't divide into seven parts, this was it, you thought, this was the end. even more so when in the chaos of it all, two eyes lock, two hands touch, lives colliding—and nanami kento falls in love.
(nanami kento x chubby reader)
SAY IT'S HERE ☉
WHERE OUR PIECES FALL IN PLACE
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ME AND MY HUSBAND (ARRANGED MARRIAGE AU)
amongst the line of other women—taller, slimmer, perfect hourglass shapes with even more perfect, delicate hands—apparently, he chose you. wide hips, thick thighs, full cheeks, he chose...all of it.
(sukuna x chubby reader)
AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE (PROLOGUE) ☉
ON A MIDSUMMER'S NIGHT ☉
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RECKLESS SERENADE (ROOMMATE GETO)
he isn’t a fleeting thought or someone you only text to “buy eggs please, we’re all out.” because he’s seeping into your life without notice. making you do things you never thought you would.
JUST ANOTHER GUY ☉
TALK ☉
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IN FAIR VERONA (LIVE-ACTION / ACTOR AU)
all the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.
VANITY FAIR (actor sukuna)
AS YOU LIKE IT ☉ (actor gojo satoru x wife reader)
BEHIND THE SCENES ☉ (actor geto suguru x reader)
FOOLS ON PARADE ☉ (actor nanami kento x reader)
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HERE LIES AN OCEAN (EX-FIANCÉ GETO)
or geto fucks up and finds his way back to you.
CALM BEFORE THE STORM (PT. 1) ☉
GODSPEED YOUR LOVE (PT. 2)
ALL NIGHT ☉
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GILDED (THE MALEWIFE GETO CHRONICLES)
give him praises and gold stars for being so good and so accomodating to your needs
SUMO ORANGES
DREAMBOARD ☉
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ONLY ANGEL
he wished he could tell you otherwise, show you exactly how he’d love you, obsess over you. couldn’t begin to imagine what you were like when you’re coming to life, holding no barriers, letting loose, and letting him in.
(modern geto suguru x chubby reader)
PEACHY ☉
GOOD GIRLS (PROLOGUE)
AS YOU ARE ☉
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FIGHT NIGHT | A JUJUTSU KAISEN MMA AU
SEASON 1
ufc fighter sukuna ryomen is crowned welterweight champion of the world and doesn’t remember what it’s like to lose or to be posed the challenge of not getting what he wants. well…until he meets you.
( mma / ufc fighter sukuna x chubby reader)
GENESIS ☉
MAKE ME A HOME ☉
BRICK BY BRICK
CAULIFLOWER EARS
RIGHT DOWN THE LINE ☉
SUMMER BREAK ☉
SEASON 2
martial arts legend geto suguru is the ufc's 'it boy', with his charming smile and cool-guy demeanour, not even the fear of loss or death could hold him down. but your first meeting with the seemingly perfect man of your dreams doesn't play out as you expected.
( mma / ufc fighter geto suguru x chubby reader)
UNDISPUTED
CHOKEHOLD
TEACH ME
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READY FOR WAR (DIVORCING SUKUNA)
when partners are no longer compatible, love isn't enough. change is inevitable and instead of growing together, you both grew apart.
ROCK BOTTOM ☉
A TRUCE
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THE SPINS (COLLEGE AU SHENANIGANS)
jjk men try to find love among the world of academia. (warning: drug use, violence, sexual themes)
NO STRINGS ATTACHED ☉ (college au sukuna x reader)
SILVER SPOON ☉ (college au gojo satoru x reader)
OFF THE RAILS ☉ (college au gojo satoru x reader)
PARACELSUS (college au gojo satoru)
EPIPHANY ☉ (college au gojo satoru x reader)
PULL THE PLUG (dealer choso x reader)
GOODNIGHT N GO ☉ (dealer choso thoughts)
SHOTGUN (dealer choso x reader)
CAMPUS ☉ (college au geto suguru x reader)
ODES (IVY LEAGUE SPIN-OFF)
EPOCHAL CRISIS ☉ (geto suguru x reader)
MODUS OPERANDI (professor nanami kento x reader)
IN PERPETUUM ET UNUM DIEM ☉ (gojo satoru x reader)
WANDERER (professor nanami kento thoughts)
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POSE (FAKE BOYFRIEND GOJO)
what was it about plus-sized models and their ever-alluring, ever glowing beauty. such an air of confidence, walking down runways in heels so sharp they pierce his very heart.
(gojo satoru x plus size model reader)
SHE'S CONFIDENT
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SONDER (HISTORICAL AU)
a man does not recover from such a devotion of the heart to such a woman! he ought not; he does not.
NOCTURNE (geto suguru x reader)
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COME BACK HOME (TEEN/CANON GETO)
he wears the same face, has the same body, only when you call out his name, it’s for a person who is no longer, left dead and gone the moment he burned that village to the ground.
(geto suguru x reader)
CAPTIVE ☉
APOCALYPSE ☉
CHAMBERS ☉ (gego x reader)
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YOUR TEETH IN MY NECK (ABOverse)
jjk fics but with abo dynamics
BONDING ☉ (alpha geto x omega reader)
DOTED ☉ (alpha geto x omega reader)
HOWL (alpha gojo thoughts)
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ELSEWHERE (other links)
sun's malevolent shrine (@sugumoon)
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headcanons — cho sang-woo returning to you after the game
pairing: cho sang-woo x reader
author’s note: so, here we are yet again, with another batch of sang-woo headcanons. the joke’s on me for thinking i could get through the series without latching onto a dilf. too late now. he can push me off a glass bridge anytime. anyway, here’s an au of sang-woo returning to his lover after having won the game because we’re all whores here and that’s that.
warning: age gap
To see your face light up when you lay eyes on him is immediately enough to justify just about everything that happened.
In fact, it all makes sense the moment he holds you in his arms again. To see you smile as you look at him the way you always do, and to finally be able to make things up to you.
After all, everyone has always told you to stay away from him. Your parents never liked the idea of you seeing someone so much older, while your friends accused him of acting as though he was above them and everyone else. And yet, you’ve stuck by his side this entire time, even through all his faults.
It would never have been fair to leave you behind.
The money solves all of his problems, just as he thought it would. The police are easily handled, and his case is quickly swept under the rug. He manages to settle everything that he owes, and his mother gets to keep her shop. As for you, he buys a place just for the two of you and convinces you to move in with him.
And yet, despite his newfound financial freedom and the life he’s starting to build with you, he can’t help but feel as though he’s still haunted in some way.
While he would have done it all over again if given the chance, it doesn’t mean he enjoyed it. In fact, he can hardly bear the thought of you ever finding out the things he did in order to win.
Sang-woo finds himself waking up most nights in a cold sweat. It’s almost as if he’s back there, where even sleeping is an act that can get you killed.
One night, he feels your arms slide around him from behind as you press yourself close to him, drowsily asking if everything’s okay.
How can he even begin to answer that? He sees it now. The way things would go if he were to answer you honestly. The look of disgust on your face as you demand he stay away from you. The packed suitcases and the missed calls.
Yet, there’s also a part of him that’s desperate to make you understand that he did it all for the both of you, if only for you to tell him that everything is in fact okay, when it’s so clearly not.
But instead of doing any of that, he pushes you back down on the bed, and makes the both of you forget that things were ever wrong for a moment.
On other days, Sang-woo would look at you and think of the girl whose throat he so ruthlessly slit. In some ways, you remind him of her. There’s a sort naivete to the both of you, despite how much you and her might pretend otherwise. After all, he only remembers all too well the brave front she put up, and the way it eventually crumbled.
You could have been her if things were different.
He could have killed you.
What’s worse is that he even sees in you glimpses of the man he knew nearly all his life, the one he stuck a knife in.
You seem to view the world through the same rose-tinted glasses he did, and even on your toughest days, nothing has ever stopped you from offering a smile to those who need it or to be kind for just a moment.
And Sang-woo can’t help but be reminded of him, the person who used to take him to school when he was young, whom he used to play with till late into the day until his own mother called him back for supper, and who always seemed to light up each time there was an opportunity to brag about him having graduated from a prestigious university.
He used to feel annoyed by it, but now, Sang-woo thinks he was just proud of him, like how an older brother would have been proud.
And look what he did to him.
You would have gotten along so well together. Sang-woo can picture it now, the way Gi-hun would have made it a point to tell you the most embarrassing stories about him. You would have laughed at his expense, and yet, he can’t help but feel as though it would have been one of his happiest memories, if it can even be called that.
After all, it’s never going to happen.
And on his wedding day, he thinks of the wife and child who are still waiting for their husband and father to come home.
Sang-woo stands across from you at the altar, sees you peek at him as you offer him a bashful smile, and he can’t help but feel as though he doesn’t deserve to be happy.
He’s here, about to start a family of his own, when he so cruelly broke up someone else’s.
You would never have married him if you knew.
But you don’t. And so, you wear his ring by the end of the ceremony instead of running. He watches you beam as you let his mother fuss over you, and he begins to allow himself to think of the life that awaits the both of you.
While Sang-woo does eventually bury these people deep within himself, sometimes, you’d get that look in your eyes, the one that makes it seem as though you know exactly what he did.
Then it’s gone, like it was never there at all, and he thinks he just imagined it.
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Good Girl's Club, Chapter 6
Word Count 1.1k
Warnings: sexual situations, halloween/slutty costumes, slight violence, angry dilfs.
When the other dads showed up with their daughters, Jake and Lee eyed one another. By the time the last guy showed up, the party was in full swing, and Jake and Lee felt like their ideas had been confirmed. Each one of the girls were dressed in a way that secretly identified them to the guy they liked. Jake nodded to him, and he opened up their group chat.
Lee: Cracked the code. I know who the pact is about.
Jake liked this message.
Steve: Wait, really? Who’s the little shit that Sash likes?
Bucky: We’ll put the fear of god into those little fuckers. They here?
Andy: Are they at the party?
Ari: They better not be.
Lee: oh…they are…they’re here.
Jake: Party ends in an hour…we can talk about it then.
Steve: Oh no. I’m putting the fear of god into these kids now. Meet in Jensen’s office. Five minutes?
Jake: I can sneak away if you guys can.
Five minutes later and the six men were in Jake’s home office, Lee looking to Jake as he locked the door.
“Spill,” Steve said anxiously, putting down his shield, “how did you find them? Who are they?”
“Where are they?” Bucky added, flexing his arm for added effect.
“Guys…we need to sit down for this one,” Lee swallowed nervously, “It’s gonna be a hell of a conversation.
“What are you talking about?” Andy asked, “some little pip squeaks have our little girls under their thumbs…if they’re here, we gotta sort it out.”
“It’s about us!” Jake said quickly, unable to hold it back any further, “the girls have crushes on all of us.”
Ari shook his head, immediately waving Jake off, “I think you’ve had one too many, Jensen…”
“I’m gonna need you to take that back,” Steve laughed, “Sasha doesn’t have a crush on you.”
“No,” he said with a shake of his head, “Maddie has a crush on me.”
The guys looked at one another before bursting out into fits of laughter. When they realized that Jake wasn’t joking, they slowly fell off. Andy furrowed his brows at Jake, “What the hell are you talking about? That’s your stepdaughter. What’s wrong with you, Jake?”
“And she dressed like my biggest fantasy,” he admitted, suddenly feeling on the spot, “she dressed like slave Leia from Star wars. And Lee’s daughter made him dress like a teddy bear…remember the code names? Em’s was teddy bear!”
“So you’re saying your stepdaughters have crushes on you?”
“I mean it’s not ideal…figuring out someone you raised has a crush on you,” Lee shrugged nervously, “but it makes sense. Why else would they have to make code names for us? They’re always around us. Why else wouldn’t they tell us their ages or where they go to school? Because we’re long past being out of school. That’s why they’re waiting until they’re 18 to tell us. Because it’s fucked up.”
“Alright, I’ll play along,” Bucky scoffed, “so which one of our daughters has a crush on me, huh?”
“The one that’s dressed like you, dumbass,” Jake laughed, “unless someone’s secretly got a fetish for Buck?”
“Wait…Cami’s dressed as Steve,” Buck said, forgetting about his own question. His eyes went wide as he looked at his best friend, “Stevie?”
“You son of a bitch,” Ari growled all of a sudden, realizing that Nia had dressed up as Bucky. He ripped him away from Steve’s side and punched him, “are you trying to fuck my little girl?”
“MOTHER FUCKER!” Bucky cursed, pulling away from him, “What the hell is your problem? I’m not trying to fuck anyone.”
“Wait!” Steve asked, “who the fuck is the devil and the cop?”
“What?”
“Sash is dressed up as a cop, and Britt’s a devil?”
“Well the only ones left are Ari and Andy.”
Steve furrowed his brow at the suggestion, suddenly remembering that before the code names, Sasha had accidentally said Andy’s name. Andy paled, remembering that being mentioned in the group chat, and then looked to Ari, realizing that his daughter and the Israeli ambassador were the only ones left.
The dads looked around the room at one another, suddenly sizing the others up, as if they’d figured out that this is what the pact was, and their answers laid before them.
“So where does this leave us?” Jake asked.
“Leaves you two off pretty easy.” Ari growled, glaring at Jake, then Lee.
“Are you insinuating I want to fuck the girl that I raised since she was practically a toddler?”
Andy looked at Lee sideways, “are you serious, Bodecker? You and Em have the weirdest relationship I’ve ever seen. You’re the one that figured it out, teddy bear…sure you two haven’t already started?”
Lee blanched at the thought, “sh-she’s 16. I would never. She-“
“Hey, back off, Suits,” Jake spat, “at least he was smart enough to figure it out.”
“Oh, leave it to birds of a feather, to flock together, Gizmo.”
“Sticking up for your little girl’s boyfriend, already, there superman?”
“Hey, leave him alone,” Ari demanded, trying to regain control of the situation, “Guys!”
“Ari’s right” Bucky added, “We shouldn’t be fighting about this…we don’t even know if this is right.”
“I don’t need your help, bad boy,” Ari spat, “so back off.”
“I’m just trying to point out you were right, you airheaded surfer boy!”
“What is going on here?”
The six men turned to see Trin at the doorway, a tray of food.
“Hey Mrs. Jensen,” Andy said warmly, looking over to Jake’s wife, “we’re just bullshitting. You know how it is. Getting in some last minute trash talk before game day.”
“Well you guys are missing the party!” she called, “we’re about to start the bobbing for apples!”
“NO!” all the men yelled at the same time. Trin eyed them suspiciously and muttered an ‘okay’ before closing the door. They all looked around at one another, yet again going back to sizing the other men up, each one of them now glaring at a specific man, with the exception of Lee and Jake.
“It’s obvious we need to put a pin in this for now,” Lee said nervously, “but I think we should all talk about it…after the party.”
“Ain’t nothin for you to talk about,” Bucky growled, “you don’t have to worry about your little girl liking another man.”
Chapter 7
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Insatiable ( Jungkook x Oc ) Chapter 9
Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x OC
Rating 18+
Genre : Vampire Au!!!! , DILF! Jungkook ! Bodyguard AU! Babysitter OC! Age difference!!!
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Chapter 8
Chapter 9
“Fuck yeah....” Jungkook’s grip on my thighs tightened, tugging me closer as he slid into me, deeper and i spluttered a bit, spitting water all over him.
“This is a bad idea. “ i choked, blinking the water out of my eyes as the shower overhead kept pouring a whole deluge on top of us and Jungkook frowned, glancing at me in annoyance.
“I’m going to gag you the next time we have sex.” He grunted, pressing me into the tiled wall of the bathroom and I winced when he pulled out fully and rammed back in, clearly pissed.
I pouted.
“I’m not good with water. “ I whined, eyes still closed because the water, Christ. It dripped into my eyes and all over my body and i couldn’t even enjoy being fucked right now because I was mortally afraid that Jungkook’s hands were going to slip, he was going to drop me on my butt and i was going to break my tailbone.
Jungkook groaned, more frustration than pleasure and gripped my ass harder, holding me up at a better angle and fucking right back into me, slide made easier both from his cum from earlier and the water.
“Sera, sweetheart...if you could just shut up for a couple of mutes, I’ll be done. And then i swear I will never try to seduce you in the shower again. Ever.” He begged.
“ Why can’t you wait till i finish showering? We literally had sex ten minutes ago, why are you so thirsty? ” I glared at him. Or tried to . But I couldn’t .
Because water.
‘Okay that’s it,” He pulled out, and I hated that sudden emptiness and this was probably going to be a problem, me being used to having him inside me all the time.
He grabbed the back of my knees, prompting me to get down. But my muscles were still a bit too weary he was dripping wet so I slid down a little, panicking.
I gripped his shoulders hard, and he laughed, shaking his head at the look on my face.
“ I won’t drop you, little one. Stop looking petrified.” He chuckled, before carefully unwrapping my thighs from around his waist and lowering me to the floor.
“You alright?” He brushed the wet hair off my face and I nodded.
“Can we at least kiss in the shower?”
I laughed.
“You can kiss me anywhere you want.” i reached out to press my lips against his and pulled back to smile at him, tilting my head as he ran his fingers down my neck, fingers fluttering against my pulse gently.
“And can I drink from you?” He asked softly and i froze.
The words made me pause.
“Jungkook...” I whispered, staring at my feet.
I couldn’t believe he wanted to.
He knew my secret. Knew that nothing good would come from feeding from me. That my blood in his veins would do nothing but take away his will, and the scent and taste of it all was just a facade.
That everything about me was a lie. The innocence, the beauty , the delicate build...all a distraction from what I truly was : a dangerous, manipulative being. Someone capable of doing a lot of damage.
“Please. When I start courting you, I want to be able to feed from you, angel... It’s how we vampires build our bond. ...”He said gently.
I laughed without really feeling it.
“I would never say no to you. You know that....but... you... you know .” I couldn’t finish.
“What do I know?” He asked gently, running his thumb across my lip.
“ you know what my blood does to vampires. You know that I can use it against you.”
“But I also know that you won’t.” He said simply and I looked up at him.
“I trust you. “ He said simply. i swallowed.
“Besides, most women would be glad that their husbands are terrified of them.” He chuckled.
I knew he was joking but I still felt tears sting.
I couldn’t bear the thought of Jungkook being afraid of me.
“I won’t ever do it you know. “ I choked out. “ Take away your consent... I’ve never done it on anyone who didn’t deserve it...even with those boys in college , I was just scared that they would attack me again... That they would bite me again and i was bleeding out and I felt so cold...and i was so scared so I just did the first thing I could think of... I never meant to hurt them... I was just so scared and...” I sobbed out and his arms came around me , pulling me into a hug and I felt the tears spill over, soaking his chest as i clung to him.
“Baby...no...please don’t cry...it’s alright.. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have joked about that...I’m sorry Sera....”
“I’m not a monster. “ I whispered. “ Please don’t be scared of me Gukkie... I’d never hurt you or Joowon.... I’m not a monster.. I don’t want to be. I just.. I just wanted to be normal. It’s not my fault I’m the way i am.... ”
Jungkook pulled back to cup my face between his hands, I bit my lips, another sob building up when I saw how wet his lashes were.
“Baby look at me...” He smiled, a watery smile , “ I would never think that. I have never for a second considered you as a threat to me or my son.... you’re...”He shook his head, “ Darling, You’re not normal. You’re perfect.”
“Now you’re just mocking me.” I muttered, looking away. But he made a noise of protest.
“I’m not joking. You are easily the most generous person I’ve ever met, Sera... You give so freely of yourself to everyone, whether they are deserving of it or not... You play with the babies , you take Joo Won out on walks and play ball with him, you do things for me even when I push you away and....God, do you not know how amazing and kind and generous you are???!! “ He kissed me on the lips, hard , before pulling back.
I stared at him, laughing a little but he wasn’t done.
“ I’ve never seen anyone as selfless as you. . Just the fact that you’ve given me the privilege to be here, hold you like this, tells me how kind and forgiving you are... You gave a bastard like me a chance, even though I did nothing but hurt you, over and over again.... You’re beautiful , So beautiful, my angel..In fact I was going to wait at least till we were out of the shower, but to hell with it.”
I blinked , surprised , when he grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist before rushing out . I grabbed my own robe, surprised, tying it together before following him out to the bedroom.
He was fumbling in his closet and I felt my heart drop when I saw the small red box. He opened it easily pulling out a glittering necklace with a pendant and a small vial hanging off it.
“Is that....?” I couldn’t even say it.
“My birthstone. It’s a sapphire. “ He smiled. “ And this vial has my blood. You put this on and anyone who comes near you will know that you’re being courted. By me. “
“You ... really? You mean this? You really want this?” I asked , nervous and jittery.
He hesitated, coming closer and gently pulling my hand up .
Jungkook placed the necklace on my hand, gently curling my fingers closed.
“Whether you put it on, or not. it’s yours. There’s no one else in this world, I would ever want to give this to.” He smiled softly.
“How dare you!” I bawled. “ I can’t even take a picture because we’re dressed like this!!”
He laughed.
“So, i hope that’s a yes?”
“Yes, you infuriatingly beautiful, beautifully infuriating bastard....! Put it on me!”
Still laughing , he plucked the necklace off my hand and moved behind me. I smiled as he locked it in place behind my neck, pressing a small kiss to my skin.
“Thank you. For giving me the privilege to love you.” He breathed against my skin, wrapping me in a warm hug and i closed my eyes.
“I love you, Jeon Jungkook. You’re never getting rid of me now.” I grinned so wide my cheeks hurt.
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“So...I was thinking... .” I began carefully glancing at Jungkook who stood leaning against the bed post, fiddling with his phone while I ran a brush through my hair before tying it up into a messy ponytail. He was already dressed in jeans and a muscle t and I was ogling his nipples through the mirror. Last night, he’d finally let me bite them.
“Yes, princess?” He smiled indulgently, looking up and running his eyes up and down my body as usual. I loved that. Being with Jungkook had taught me a lot of things about myself. Things I never knew I could enjoy.
Like dressing up and being looked at . I’d spent a long time hiding in the shadows, wary of who I was, of letting someone see me for what I was. Feeling beautiful was a distant dream because I just didn’t want to be someone dangerous. Didn’t want anyone to look at me and see a monster.
But standing here, in the comfort of my own room, dressed in a strapless yellow blouse and a flowy white skirt, with his eyes on me, I felt absolutely beautiful. I fixed the necklace around my neck so it shone bright .
“ its Saturday. Not a lot of kids at the day care center so I don’t have to be there at all... Would the five hundred year old vampire be willing to spend a day indulging the twenty one year old human’s love for cotton candy and tandem bike rides by the river?”
Jungkook laughed.
“That’s something Joo Won would come up with. Are the two of you trying to play me again?”
Thwarted, I gave him a pout.
“It’s a beautiful day Jungkook!! Jo o Won loves the river... i took him there with Somi when you you were holed up with my father for two weeks and he had such a good time!! “
“You know...if you’re going to be the parental figure in his life, you need to learn to better resist his puppy dog eyes.” Jungkook said drily. “ Besides, I was hoping it could just be the two of us today. Celebrate our courtship? “
I frowned.
“I’m not leaving Joo Won alone... He’ll be bored.” I said firmly.
“Alright...how about you ask him yourself and let him decide?” He suggested with a smile.
I hesitated , suspicious.
Alright.
i followed Jungkook downstairs to the huge foyer and then past the guards to the dining room for breakfast.
To my surprise, Joo Won sat at the table with my father, both of them dressed in identical outfits. White t shirts, white pants and shoes , digging into toast and eggs.
“Sera !! Sera!! Grandpa Hwang is taking me fishing!!!” Joo Won seemed to be vibrating out of his skin in excitement and i glanced at Jungkook in shock.
“you planned this.” I protested.
He shrugged.
“It was actually I who suggested it. i intend to get to know my grandson better.” My father said with a bright smile and I felt the tears sting again as he looked at me, eyes warm and happy.
“Oh, dad...” I threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tight.
“You’re glowing my dearest. And what do I smell?” He pulled back, eyes landing on the necklace. “ Ah. Finally plucked up the courage, have you my boy?”
He gave Jungkook a wink and a grin.
Jungkook bowed respectfully, smiling.
“Excellent. Once all this distressing stuff with Tae Kwan is over, we will celebrate your betrothal in a grand manner. For now, let me take my handsome fishing partner and get out of your hair, with the promise to bring you a delicious catch for dinner tonight. Perhaps together? As a family?” My father smiled wide, eyes trained on Jungkook and he went red.
“Yes, sir.”
My father harrumphed.
“That’s not what you’re supposed to be calling me...”
I laughed as Jungkook went redder.
“Sorry.. I.. yes father. We will join you for dinner. “ He smiled a genuine smile and my father beamed at him.
“Excellent....now sit down and let’s eat.”
We sat next to my father and I remembered the first time my father had invited Jungkook to sit for breakfast with us.
“Honey, would you like a drink?” i teased, fluttering my fingers against my neck and Jungkook flushed. My father guffawed heartily, highly amused.
“Ahh yes... that was the morning i realized my daughter was a complete fool for you, Jungkook ah. “ He chuckled.
“She told me about herself, father.” Jungkook said softly and my father looked surprised. He gave me a smile .
“It is good be honest with each other. I’m glad she did.” He said softly. “You may be overwhelmed by it, Jungkook ah. We have never seen anything like her. I haven’t encouraged her to pursue it because I’m not sure how it would affect her. Her blood is magic....but she herself isn’t. I don’t want her abilities robbing her of her life, especially because we don’t know the true extent of them.”
I bit my lips.
‘I won’t use them .” I said softly .
“You shouldn’t. They take a toll on your mind and I don’t ever want to see you in that condition again.” My father said firmly.
Jungkook gave me a curious glance but I shook my head.
“Please don’t worry about me father . I have Jungkook now. He’s going to keep me safe. Even though you no longer have to pay him for it.” I laughed.
My father chuckled.
We finished breakfast, with Jungkook and my father talking about business while Joo Won told me all the fishes he could name and how their feeding habit varied. He had a great love for books and his birthday was coming up in a few weeks. I had already bulk ordered a bunch of his favorite authors for him.
When we were finally done, we walked out to the driveway where two cars stood, one to take me and Jungkook out for the day and a golf cart for my father to drive Joo Won down to the lake.
“We’ll be home for dinner then.” Jungkook gave my father a hug and my father looked positively ecstatic at the gesture. I knew he had always loved him deeply and as Jungkook moved away to tie Joo Won’s shoe laces, I could help but snuggle up to his side.
“you knew.” I said gently.
My father hummed, ruffling my hair affectionately.
“Knew what , my dearest?”
“That I would fall in love with him. You knew and that’s why you brought her here. You love him deeply and you wanted him by your side. To keep him and Joo Won safe.”
My father smiled.
“you are perceptive. Yes... I have always regarded Jungkook as my son. i wanted him here where I could protect him. And that’s why i brought him here. And i hoped that you would both grow fond of each other.... But it wasn’t because i knew you would fall in love with him.”
“Really?”
“Yes. It was because I knew he would fall in love with you.”
I turned to look up at him and he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.
“ I told you dearest. i will never settle for anything but your complete happiness. And I think that is with Jungkook.” His eyes shifted away and I followed his gaze to where Jungkook was kneeling in front of his son, nuzzling his hair and hugging him tight.
“They are your family now and I am at peace.” He said softly.
Jungkook and Joo Won straightened and moved towards us, identical grins on their faces.
“He’s all ready .” Jungkook said softly.
“Excellent. Come then young master Jeon...let’s go see what treasures the water fairy will bring us today....” My father took Joo Won’s hand and Joo Won’s eyes went wide. Giving me one last kiss on my cheek, my father led him away.
“The water fairy?”
“Why yes, haven’t you heard of her? come... I’ll tell you all about it.”
I watched the pair of them walk up to the golf cart on the driveway.
I turned back to Jungkook smiling and holding my hand out.
“Looks like You get to have me all to yourself today, Jungk-”
The gunshot rang out behind me, right as my fingers brushed Jungkook’s.
Terror as I’d never known flooded my veins as i froze, eyes trained on Jungkook who was already moving. My fingers shook, breath ripped right out of my lung, blood turning to ice in my veins as I turned around.
The first thing that caught my eye was the commotion across the lawn, guards subduing a man into the ground, a shot gun lying by his side.
And as my eyes finally saw the golf cart, I saw my father, slumped over the wheel, soaked in scarlet.
The scream that got torn out of me was feral.
My throat in agony as I raced to the vehicle. Joo won was on the floor, between my fathers legs and I realized that he had pushed the child down, covering him with his body right before the gunshot had rang out.
Jungkook pulled his son into his arms but I could only crawl over to my father, gripping his face as he gurgled, blood flowing out of him in a torrent.
“Daddy!” i whimpered... “ Oh God..no... Please...” I pressed my wrist to his mouth, but he was too weak to move, the shot gun bullet at such close quarters having left too much damage to his body. i saw the carnage, the blood and the mess and I sobbed in disbelief.
“We need to get him to the clinic...!!” Jungkook’s arms came around me , pulling me away as men crowded my father, lifting him off the seat and onto a stretcher.
“Se....ra...” My father’s broken voice made my knees buckle and I shoved Jungkook away, rushing to his side as they wheeled him to the nearest car.
“Daddy..I’m here... I’m right here... I’m going to fix this....we’re going to fix this...you’re going to be okay... Hang on... “ i begged and he chuckled weakly another spurt of blood dribbling down his lips.
“Wanted...to walk you...down ...”He closed his eyes, “the aisle...”
‘I sobbed out in agony, the pain so heavy and all consuming that i felt like i was being torn to shreds on the inside.
“You are...You are going to daddy...You’re the only one who can...the only one I have... Oh please God...no...”
“I love you...”Take care of her, Jungkook-ah...” He said firmly, eyes blazing red as he stared over me and i realized that Jungkook had followed me, was holding me up as he watched my father die. I saw him reach out and grip my father’s hand squeezing tight.
“They’ll be fine father. All of them. Rest easy...” Jungkook whispered and I felt my heart crack clean in two.
I saw my father’s eyes grow dimmer and felt hope leave my body leaving ice cold grief in its place. . No.. No...
“Dad...” I stopped crying, shock taking over me as i instinctively realized what was happening.
He was dying.
My father was dying.
His hands went up, touching my face gently.
“My favorite... “ He smiled weakly and I watched the light leave his eye forever. He slumped, softly, his hands falling away and I sagged. Jungkook caught me to his body.
“I’m so sorry angel.” i could feel the damp of his tears as he cried into my neck.
I felt the cold in my heart as the bond between my father an I pulsed and burned , really bright for one split second before fading abruptly, leaving icy cold behind.
Screams rang out from all around me, from the windows over head and from across the estate. Somewhere I heard my sister’s roar of rage .
Somi’s screams followed by Jimin’s sobs.
Everyone had felt it.
Everyone in the clan had felt the death of the Hwang clan’s leader, shot dead on his own lawn by some traitor who had managed to break his way in
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g.p.s - god, parents suck | m
summary; seokjin just wants to enjoy the disney treatment and you are more than happy to deliver
pairing; dilf!jin x hotelier!reader
genre/warnings; crack, humor, gets a lil emotional, teenage daughter issues, one very minor allusion to a daddy kink LOL, a very vaguely implied sex scene, so CHEESY
w.c; est. 5.1k
a/n; wee my first jin fic! this is for @btsghostiewritersnet #DynamiteDads event! I was supposed to go to disney this year but sadly miss rona had to cancel our plans so this is just pure self indulgence. as always thank u to @eerieedits/ @chillingtae for the disney dream fic banner!
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“Left, left!” Seokjin cries, holding onto the emergency break for dear life, “not my left, your left!”
“We’re facing the same way! We have the same lefts!”
“Clearly not if we’re going right, Sweetheart.”
“But the GPS says to go right!”
“In four-hundred feet, keep left at the fork,” Google Maps interrupts pleasantly.
“That’s it. Kim Yeji, pull over!”
“But Daaaaaaaaad,” yet his daughter complies, sadly pulling over at the edge of the road. She doesn’t even have to step on the gas, just turns the wheel slightly so she can land slowly, pathetically on the gravel.
“Angel,” Seokjin says levelly, reaching over to unclick the seatbelt. “I will drive the rest of the way, I gave you time to practice for you have to drive to college but we can’t get on the highway like this.”
“You never let me do anything.”
“What, I do! Who let you go to prom in that sequined excuse for a dress?”
“Uncle Namjoon!”
“Fine, I’ll give him that! Who let you dye your hair to a crisp—”
“Uncle Hoseok!”
“Uncle–” Seokjin is affronted, jabbing the seatbelt in it’s locked position when he gets in the front seat. “Forget it, let’s just have a peaceful drive for the next few hours until we get to the hotel,” he removes Yeji’s phone from the holder, placing it in her lap.
“Dad,” she waves her phone around, pointing to Google Maps, “you need the GPS to get there.”
He scoffs, “No, I don’t. We’ve been to Disney plenty of times. I know where we’re going.”
“Oh yeah? When’s the last time we went to Disney?”
“When you were two? Three?”
Yeji relaxes in her seat, not ready to argue with her dad once more. “Alright, lead the way,” she gestures vaguely to the empty parkway, devoid of life for miles.
Seokjin is undeterred, reaching over the console to pat Yeji’s blonde hair. He turns on the radio, only to be met with the sound of crunchy static and terrible country music. Cutting the radio, he immediately switches to an old Disney CD, telling Yeji to let it go as he pulls into the open road. Reddish dust clouds around the car briefly, ripping against the tires as they drive off to their hotel.
“Is this the Princess Hotel?”
“Nope, this is the Prince S Hotel.”
You can’t help but grin at the way your current customer’s face falls. He’s a handsome thing, all plush and pillowy in the cheeks and lips. Despite his daughter hanging off his arm like a limp noodle—after all it’s past 2AM and they’ve probably been driving for hours—he still manages to look somewhat put-together despite you telling him they’ve got the wrong place.
“Told you, use the GPS,” her daughter chastises weakly, tucking her cheek in his shoulder.
His kid’s a pretty girl, kind of reminds you of when you were a teenager. “The Princess Hotel is about an hour away on the other side of the Disney resorts,” you say slowly, noting from the way the girl is swaying on her feet that her father must be equally as tired, “although, I would suggest staying here for the night. Your daughter’s about to fall asleep on my counter.”
At the pointed look you’re giving the teen, Seokjin puts a protective hand on her slim shoulders. “Yeji-bear, why don’t you lie down for a bit,” he leads her over to a spare couch. “We’ll call our booked hotel,” he says shortly, looking over his shoulder to give you a forced smile.
Ah, you’ve seen this scene one or two times in your days working at Prince S. A father too prideful to admit he may have messed up just a little with the directions, and a child that probably argued or simmered so hard on the way they’re passed into a stupor on your lobby couch. Tonight, or your early morning is a little special though, you’ve never seen a father as handsome as the one in front of you, exasperatedly calling up their real hotel reservations.
“What? My reservation has been revoked?” her daughter groans when he jostles around his lap, knocking her head, “how can you do that? Past the time? I thought this was Disney!”
You drum your nails against the counter, using your other hand to pull up your guest list for the night on the computer. The father, now furrowed in the face, walks up to you and leaves his daughter on the plush couch.
“One double bedroom for the weekend, please,” the father pulls his cards out, flicking it to your side of the counter. He places down his car keys in the available holder, “I parked out front, you do valet right?”
With a nod, you get to work. “Take it they weren’t very accommodating?”
“They gave our hotel room to some Make-A-Wish Foundation kid!” he cries exasperatedly, hands in the air as you patiently book the room. Your eyes linger longer than usual on his driver’s license and ID: Kim Seokjin. Even his driver’s license mugshot looks handsome. He rests his arms against your counter, despondent. “Is it terrible for me to hate on some kid with a terminal illness?”
“A little,” you shrug, slipping his keycard under his elbow, “but I mean according to your, Yeji-bear,” you can’t help but giggle at the nickname, “if you used the GPS you’d be at the correct hotel.”
“Don’t remind me,” Seokjin glares, hauling his and Yeji’s luggage in one hand, “baby, let’s go upstairs c’mon.”
You watch the small family trudge to the elevators, sleepily walking forward like zombies. No one spares you a second glance, they never do, so it gives you ample courage to take a look at Kim Seokjin’s toned body. Broad shoulders, a Dorito-trimmed waistline, and long legs that you want to climb up on.
Oh, daddy.
“Hey,” Yeji pops up on your counter, looking much perkier than she did hours before, “do you have my dad’s car keys?”
Trying not to raise your brows at your young guest, you give her a smirk, leaning over the counter. A spunky thing, with sharp eyes with a pretty cat-tipped eyeliner shape that has her looking well put-together. You wish you had your shit together as a teenager, you barely have it together now.
“I do,” you quip, “why?”
“I wanna get Starbucks,” she says simply, “the pineapple matcha is to die for, and I want to drink as many summer specials as I can before it’s over.”
“Valid,” you reply, going into your master key to retrieve all the guests’ keys. Taking Seokjin’s from its holder, you note the expensive make. Peering up from your desk, you look at Yeji’s innocent features. Before you place the key in her waiting palm, you snatch it away, “Why do I have the feeling you’re doing something that you’re not supposed to be doing?”
Yeji tilts her head, “I don’t think it’s any of your business,”
Sassy. You like it. “Get me a grande matcha frappe and your secret’s safe with me.”
“Deal.”
Watching Yeji drive off in the large Hyundai Palisade gives you a little twinge of worry, but you quickly tamp it down to motherly instinct. If you were Yeji’s mom—which you’re definitely not, you’d be worried. Naturally, you feel similarly.
The hotel phone rings, the red light from 921 blinking on your switchboard. Flipping down the room number you pick up the receiver, “Prince S Hotel, how can I help you?”
“You do booking, valet, and housekeeping?” Seokjin’s exasperated voice says in your ears, “who would I call if I want breakfast?”
“That would also be me,” you reply wryly, twisting the curly wire between your fingers, “we advertise ourselves as a hotel for the quality, although we are much smaller with only thirty rooms. Sort of like a bed n’breakfast, getting the true royal treatment.”
“Would the royal treatment consist of some extra towels and a continental breakfast?”
“You got it.”
A little cliché of you to do the whole “whistle while you work” segment—a lacy apron to make sure your uniform doesn’t get dirty, a spot of coffee to keep you peppy and setting everything up on a gold trimmed cart. You didn’t think you’d see Seokjin again, especially after how upset he was about his room.
With a little rap on his door, Seokjin invites you inside to set up. Their room overlooks the valley as opposed to the busy roads, so it’s a perfect way to rise with the sun. He immediately reaches for the coffee as you drag your little cart in, completely ignoring the cream and sugar on the side. After a long sip, he moans in pleasure.
“Ah,” he exhales, a sound that has you teeming. You grip the handlebars a little tighter than usual, “Maybe it was fate that we ended up here.”
“Maybe,” you fight the urge to bite your lip, because Seokjin has no idea how cliché of a line that is. He isn’t even speaking directly at you, talking in front of the sun like it’s his morning routine. “Say, have you seen Yeji around?”
“Ah,” you shug, pretending to be oblivious, “I think she went out for a walk.”
He turns to you, giving you a quivering brow, “She hates walking. Probably calling her friends in Korea or something.”
Of course she doesn’t like walking, you think, that’s why she took your car for some overpriced drinks.
Instead, you place the fresh pancakes and sides on the guest table, making sure everything is organized and in order. You place the towels atop the haphazardly made bed, making sure to put two mints on top. It isn’t customary to include mints, but you think the mints your hotel has taste great and deserve to be shared around more often than not.
“So, it looks like you’re ready for Disney,” you remark, taking note of his outfit. He has on blush mid-thigh shorts, stretchy and made from a canvas fabric that looks airy and comfortable. Around his neck is a little portable fan, and on his head is an old Mickey baseball cap.
“Ah, just for today and tomorrow! Sunday is my ‘me’ day,” Seokjin says, dashing across the room at the sight of fresh food, “Yeji is meeting with some cousins and will be spending the rest of the weekend with them.”
“Sounds like a fun weekend,” you remark, turning to leave.
“Will you be working the rest of the weekend?”
This is supposed to be small talk. You try to convince yourself that Seokjin is just being polite, wondering if his service is going to be impacted by you being around or not. There must be nothing sexual, or just mere attraction, going on between the two of you. Well, maybe on your side of things. The pink shorts and the baseball cap are doing things to your body that you barely understand. Unfortunately, the eager apples of his cheeks and the innocent upturn of his lips lets you know that any possibility of returned affections is virtually nonexistent.
“It’s my weekend off,” you fight the twinge of excitement when you see Seokjin pout, “but Park Jimin relieves me, and he’s definitely a much better host than I am. He’ll make sure everything’s taken care of.”
“Does he make better pancakes than you?” Seokjin asks, swirling a bite in a ribbon of maple syrup.
“I’m afraid not,” you smile, “he makes a mean breakfast burrito though.”
He shrugs listlessly, eating slower. He takes his time to make sure every pancake is cut in equal two-centimeter pieces, taking his time as if he’s savoring the last of your home-cooked meal. “Not sure if I’ll be completely satisfied then.”
With a firm smile, you wheel your cart out as fast as you can. You can’t keep up the facade now, not with your trashy mind and your dampening panties ruining your sense of self. Quietly slamming the door behind you, you’re met with Seokjin’s spitting image.
Yeji tilts her head at you, eating you alive with her dead-on stare. She places the keys and your matcha beverage on your cart.
“Did my dad confuse you or something?”
“Is it that obvious?”
“He’s like that,” Yeji shrugs, taking a long sip of her drink, “don’t worry, I’ll put in a good word for you.”
A good word? With an uneasy smile you wheel away, ignoring the burn in your cheeks.
“Can I have the keys?” Yeji asks the next morning, minutes before your shift ends.
You fight the urge to roll your eyes. You’re sure Yeji is a wonderful kid and has a good heart, but she’s seriously putting your five-star Yelp review on the line. Cocking one eyebrow you say, “What, need your Starbucks fix?”
“Do you know how to parallel park?”
“Why, need a teacher?”
“It’d be better to have someone nearby to make sure I don’t park into a guard rail.”
“Does Seokjin approve?”
“You obviously know the answer to that,” Yeji replies, “and you and my dad are on a first-name basis, huh?”
Fighting the heat in your cheeks, you busy yourself by locking up the money box and key tin, but not before grabbing the keys to the Palisades. “I’m doing this for you because I have impeccable customer service skills,” you feign haughtiness, leaving your front desk and scanning your ID to clock out.
“Not because you think my dad is hot?” she follows you out the door.
“Do you always talk about your dad like that?”
Yeji is silent as she takes the keys from your grip, and you follow her in the passenger seat. A scent that’s fruity yet musky fills your nostrils, and you hug your arms for comfort. This is painfully awkward, at least in your point of view, but Yeji pays no mind as she connects to her Spotify playlist and turns on the air conditioner.
“I’m not one of those prissy daughters that try their damn hardest to make sure their dad doesn’t date,” Yeji murmurs, adjusting the mirrors, “anyone my dad dates will be better than Hyehwa. He deserves to be happy for all that he’s done for me.”
“Hyehwa?”
“The biological carrier for nine months,” Yeji replies dryly.
Your heart pinches, squeezing against your ribcage as you put two and two together. Hyewha, who you’re assuming is, or was Yeji’s mother, is definitely out of the picture. Yet seeing how confident Yeji is with herself, and how much he loves her father and wants him to be happy, is clear in your eyes.
“You are one cool kid,” is the only thing you can say, hoping you don’t have that silly heartened look in your gaze.
It seems that you do, because all she does is roll her eyes and put the car in drive.
It’s nearly one in the morning when you get the call.
You’re off the clock, but it’s graveyard hours and you and Jimin are craving pizza. So while Jimin tends to the last minute guests, you pick up a cheesy pie and hide behind the desk while Jimin does his job.
You’ve polished off half the pie when the main phone rings, and Jimin sighs heavily. Late night and early morning calls are the absolute worst.
“Get the hospital on speed dial,” Jimin jokes, but not really because the last time someone called at one, you really did wish you had an ambulance on-site.
“Prince S hotel,” Jimin spins the cord between his fingers, looking like a dreamy teen heartthrob as he leans against the counter. He immediately swings the phone over to your greasy fingers, “it’s a personal call.”
Wiping your hands on the box, you raise a brow. “Hello?” you ask, wholly confused.
“Mm, it’s Yeji,” the voice slurs on the other line, “I need help.”
“A-are you drunk?” you say, incredulous.
“Yeah, me and my cousin snuck a bottle downtown,” Yeji sounds nervous, and you unconsciously grip the phone tighter, “can you pick us up? I can drop you my location if you give me your number, please. My dad trusted me with the Palisade this weekend, I can’t let him know what happened. I know I’m always trying to get under my dad’s skin and whatever but I don’t want him to lose my trust, what we did is a dumb mistake.”
A part of you feels for Yeji, you’ve done dumb shit like this when you were young. All those fond memories are nothing but memories, and definitely not reflective of your current life now.
The rational, intelligent part of you knows that you should probably call Seokjin right now and tell him what’s going on. You don’t really want to get involved in their family matters, especially when as of late you’ve been inserting yourself in Yeji’s antics.
With a sigh, you pull up your Lyft app, already knowing whose side you’re on.
It takes no more than fifteen minutes for you to arrive at the scene, Yeji and what you assume is her older cousin sitting on the curb of a dilapidated Krispy Kreme, sadly polishing off a whole box of glazed donuts, Well, her cousin is polishing off the box, Yeji is taking nibbles at her proffered donut.
You sigh, pulling Yeji up. You see tear-streaks, her previously perfect cat-eye smudged off and running down her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, sounding not as inhiberated as she did before, “I bothered you.”
“Not at all,” you soothe, running a hand down her braids. You try not to melt when Yeji nearly leans into your warmth, but backs up at the last second, “I’m happy that you called. Would rather know that you’re safe now than later, yeah? I’m not mad at you,” you assure, pulling a crumpled brown napkin from the pizzeria to dab at her ruddied cheeks.
“Hi, I’m Jungkook,” you turn your head dangerously slowly towards the cute muscle pig who’s still sitting on the curb, “Ya deserve a five-star Yelp review for this service—”
“But I’m mad at you,” you pointedly ignore his drunken charm. He looks old enough to drink, which only further annoys you because he should be the one taking care of Yeji, “get in the damn car, Youngkook.”
“It’s Jungkook—”
“Get in.”
He swallows his tongue, and you notice Yeji stifling a giggle at your attitude. She wordlessly hands you the keys, clamoring in the front seat while Jungkook takes the whole back row. Yeji tiredly informs you the address to her cousin’s hotel, and you drive off into the night.
“Did I ruin my dad’s chances with you?” you think that Yeji has no clue what she’s saying, but there’s a little sliver of heart in her tone. Her face is pressed against the window, the cold glass on the verge of keeping her awake as she stumbles in and out of consciousness.
“You could never do that,” you mumble, and you smile when her eyes willingly flutter shut.
“Hey, babe,” you practically hear desperation in Jimin’s voice.
“Jimin, no,” you already know that his request is sitting prettily on the tip of his tongue, “it’s my weekend off. I’m not getting out.”
“But someone requested your pancakes,” he whines, and you can practically feel his pout on the other line, “and he said and I quote ‘I’ll be able to tell that you made them.’ I feel threatened!”
“Did they offer to pay in diamonds?”
“N-no. But he said it’s his daughter’s special weekend and he’d be really thankful if you’d come by and make your breakfast for him.”
Daughter? Yeji. You sigh, rubbing a hand over your face. You have your own room separate from the hotel, a deal that has you living rent free in exchange for your hard labor five days a week. “Heat up the stove for me and crisp the bacon,” you mutter, hanging up and throwing the phone under the covers.
Tugging your hair back and throwing on a large hoodie, you put on your slippers and pad down the little sidewalk that leads to the hotel. The sun beats down on you immediately, willing you to go back to your air-conditioned room to fall back asleep. Swimming through the soup that is the Californian air, you shuffle inside Prince S and make a beeline for the kitchens. You brush through busy employees, flashing a quick smile and “good morning” as you get to your station.
Jimin is already there, sitting at your workspace. All your ingredients are sitting out: flour, eggs, butter, vanilla, baking powder, baking soda, buttermilk, and fresh berries. However, Jimin makes no moves to attempt cooking, instead looking at you with pursed lips and waiting for you to get a move on.
“Get your butt off my counter,” you slap his thigh disapprovingly, pulling your sleeves up to start mixing the ingredients, “you’re dirty.”
“I embrace being dirty,” Jimin replies majestically, kicking his legs back and forth. His Doc Marten creepers wave in your vision, “thank you for swinging by. He said that it was really really important that you come in and make them. Daughter’s request.”
“They’re lucky they’re a cute family,” you mutter under your breath, although the words aren’t laced with malice.
The batter is fluffy and puffy, rising with the scent of melted butter and caramelized sugar. You take careful fingers towards the berries, creating a smiley face in the uncooked pancakes.
“Is your maternal side kicking in?” Jimin says in your ear, and you swing at him with your spatula.
“Leave me alone, art is being made.”
“Sure,” Jimin hops off the table, patting your shoulder, “I got a date with room 69,” you roll your eyes, there is no such thing as room 69. “So please continue to be awesome and finish off this favor by delivering it to Mr. Kim’s room.”
“Jimin, no!” you don’t care that half the staff is staring at you amusedly, the other half uncaring because they’re so used to the two co-managers. “I’m not wearing—I’m not wearing pants.”
You gesture to the obscene amount of bare legs out in the open. California’s hot as hell, you try to wear as little layers as possible. However, in the workplace you like to keep a modicum of decency. Even though Kim Seokjin is fine fine fine, you have decorum.
But Jimin’s already off to visit the guest in room 69 and you’re stuck with a pile of fresh hotcakes and none of the workers want to get involved in your shenanigans. Typical. Begrudgingly, you force your Hallmark-esque smile and arrange the gold trimmed cart, taking care to put extra berries in the fruit dish.
It’s a simple transaction. Get in, drop off the food, accept the tip if Seokjin feels generous, and get out. The door to room 921 looks larger than life, intimidating like the gates to heaven. You knock firmly, but gingerly. “Room service?” the voice that escapes your lips is your sugary professional voice, one that makes you wince immediately.
A muffled “coming!” has you bristling at the door. You curse yourself, looking at your bunny-clad feet and your legs disappearing under your hoodie.
As soon as Seokjin pops his head open you blurt, “I swear, I’m wearing shorts underneath this.”
“Uh,” and that forces him to look at your legs. Dammit, it was a good intention but the wrong way to go. “Good to know,” he coughs, opening his door wider.
The room is much messier on Seokjin’s side of the room, now filled with Eeyore and Baymax memorabilia. A large, white Baymax plush sits innocently at one side of his untouched bed. You crack a smile at that.
“Where’s Yeji?” you ask lightly, putting both stacks of pancakes down on the available table. You absently wipe the crumbs off, leading the little pile of food-crust to the garbage can.
“Yeji?” Seokjin asks, “why would Yeji be here?”
The way you put the cutlery down instantly slows, “You called Jimin this morning saying you needed pancakes specifically made by me to give to Yeji.”
“Who?”
“Jimin?” you raise a brow, losing your high-pitched commercial tone. “Tiny, annoying blond guy?”
Seokjin stares.
You stare back.
“Yeji’s at her cousin’s townhouse,” Seokjin states plainly.
“No, you called and said Yeji wanted pancakes—” No.
Yeji, or Jimin, or both called you and set it up.
“Oh, Jimin’s an idiot,” you tap your head lightly, wanting to bop out any potential embarrassing memory that has burned in your brain, “must’ve misheard. Or is hearing ghosts! Honestly he isn’t the right mind I’m so sorry I reallygottaneedto—”
You can’t even breathe let alone exhale the rest of your sentence, so you instead do the only thing you can do—run away. You don’t bother to exude grace as you plop any trash on the cart from yesterday’s room service, whipping the cart around so fast that the side wheels fly off and pop a wheelie.
“We don’t have to let the food go to waste,” Seokjin says pointedly, probably watching you like he’s watching a comic show as you try to bolt out of the room.
The door is closed, and the little hallway is too small for you to put your body and the cart between the walls. You’ve trapped yourself. Maybe you could just leave the cart and dip? You’re sure there’s at least two extras downstairs.
“It won’t,” you reply dumbly, “I can eat it in the breakroom or something, I haven’t made breakfast for myself yet. I mean, I was kinda craving an avo-toast this morning, but pancakes are always a classic.”
Seokjin snorts at your incessant rambling, carding a hand through his chocolate locks, “I’m trying to ask you to stay for breakfast.”
“You’re trying to—oh,” you mirror his expression, running a hand over your hair so it pulls out of its already messy style. You haven’t done much physical activity this morning, but you feel absolutely breathless as you’re glued to the cheap carpet, taking in Seokjin’s wide glassy eyes
“And if you stay for dessert, I’d like to thank you properly,”
“I didn’t bake dessert,” you hide the shudder in your throat when he steps closer, pinning you against the cart. Your knuckles must be transparent by now due to how hard you’re gripping the cart.
“You didn’t,” Seokjin agrees, “but you definitely brought it.”
You yelp, actually, a whole little dolphin-squeal escapes your lips as Seokjin puts his hand against the wall. You’re actually living a Disney-esque scenario that you do not want to be in. Seokjin’s either trying to give you the Eugene-Signature-Smoulder, or the Prince Naveen charm that isn’t very charming.
“You’re a cheeseball,” you try to snap back, but it only comes out as a small reply, fitting of your cramped situation.
His buttery brown eyes are clear and warm, and his sweet scent envelopes your form. You feel impossibly small, sinking deeper and deeper into your hoodie until you feel the heat of his voice sinking deep into your skin.
It’s then that he leans in and whispers in your ear, his voice a simple request, “Please tell me that you’re interested in me too.”
Something clutches softly in your heart, tethering you to Seokjin’s gaze. You wonder how many times Seokjin goes through this scenario. You wonder if he’s happy being a bachelor. You figure that many partners must have doubts being tethered by a teenage daughter, or if Seokjin is used to fleeting hook-ups.
“Have been since check-in,” you reply smoothly, finding your breath and looking up from your eyelashes.
Seokjin’s lips find yours, and you swear you’re lip-locking with Cloud Nine. They’re soft and supple and taste a little like maple syrup as they mingle with yours, and you can’t help but weave your hands through his equally silky strands, tugging him closer as he hooks his arms under your bare thighs.
He gives your bottom an experimental squeeze, leading you to the unmade bed.
Needless to say, breakfast has to wait.
“So, I’m going to throw a cliché.”
“Sure, we’re in Disney.”
“Why me?” you slap his bare chest when Seokjin laughs, pouting, “I mean it! All I did was look cute and give you pancakes!”
“So you admit you’re cute,” Seokjin smirks.
“C’mon don’t change the subject, tell me!”
Even though this hotel is partially yours, you’re still amazed at the softness of the Egyptian cotton as it engulfs both your bodies. Maybe it’s because you’re warm and bathing in the noon afterglow, maybe it’s your bed partner. Still, it feels divine as you lounge in bed, sipping champagne (left by the door, courtesy of Jimin.)
“Mm, caught you driving around with Yeji in my car.”
You sit up straighter, clutching the sheets to your chest, “You saw us last night?”
“You were also out last night?” Seokjin tilts his head, “I meant when you taught her how to parallel park.”
“Oh fuck—I mean,” you slap your forehead, knowing you can’t get away with this one, “Let’s just say I helped her out of a sticky situation. Don’t blame Yeji, blame Yeji’s bunny-headed cousin.”
“Noted,” Seokjin throws an arm around you, snuggling closer. You relax into his hold, melting between the sheets and his soft skin, “Knowing you’re pulling through for her. Let’s just say I’m a little soft for my daughter, no matter how old.”
“She’s wonderful,” you say genuinely, taking slow sips of your bubbly drink.
“Wanna go visit her for lunch? I’m supposed to be meeting her in an hour.”
You don’t feel deterred or nervous to see Yeji, or even the possibility of meeting Seokjin’s extended family. So you agree, run back to your room quickly to throw on a reasonable summer outfit that doesn’t consist of hooded sweatshirts and booty shorts.
Seokjin offers to drive your sedan, and since you feel a little princess-ish today you decide to let him take the wheel. After a few minutes attempting to drive in the direction of the townhouse however, you lower the volume on the radio.
“Jin? I think you’re going the wrong way,” not only do you live here, but you went to the townhouse last night and you’re sure it’s in the opposite fork, “do you want me to plug it in the G.P.S?”
“I know my way, hon,” Seokjin waves you off, confidently streaming through the oncoming traffic. You smile nervously, you have a feeling this situation has happened once or twice.
“Oh, is that why you ended up in my hotel?” you tease, “because you’re so good at directions?”
“Duh,” Seokjin reaches for your hand atop the console, “after all, my intuition led me to you.”
#jin x reader#jin crack#seokjin x reader#btsghostie#kwritersworldnet#seokjin fluff#seokjin crack#bts smut#bts fic
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A Different Kind of Education: V Is For Vanilla (Chapter 1)
Pairing: Professor!Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader
Summery: After being broken up with for not being kinky enough, Reader seeks out her professor to give her some private tutoring so she can win her boyfriend back.
Warnings: Modern AU, smut (18+), slow burn romance, light dom/sub dynamics, light dom!roger and sub!reader, professor x student sex, protected sex, vaginal fingering, light breast/nipple play, nipple sucking, light biting, i think thats it, honestly this chapter is (as the title says) pretty vanilla. But things will get more intense in later chapters.
Words: 7,128
A/N: ahhhhhh it’s finally here. This professor Rog idea has been kicking around my head for months now and finally I’m actually doing something about it lmao
This series is going to be LONG (like in my plan it’s 15 chapters) because I have So Many kinks I want to squeeze into it. Some were chosen by me and some were chosen by everyone who voted in the poll I put up a few weeks ago and i am seriously so excited about what’s coming.
Smut scenes in this and all future chapters will be marked with stars so that if there is a kink you’d like to avoid you can skip over it and still enjoy the rest of the series.
Also, I know the chapter title doesn’t super make sense since he’s a university bio sciences professor which doesn’t have a lot to do with the alphabet but 🤷♀️ that was the working chapter title and it kind of stuck. Plus, ya’ll know I love chapter titles that have a theme lmao. Anyway, no more stalling. Enjoy the filth and start preparing yourselves for it to get so much filthier.
(the ultimate hot professor rog moment tbh)
@atomic-watermelon @kellypenac @labessieisallama @deakyclicks @jennyggggrrr @drowseoftaylor @hannafuckingsucks @i-cant-hangout-im-drumming @queenmylovely @ilovequeenmorethanyou @johndeaconshands @borhapbois @stardust-galaxies @cherries-n-rocknroll @rogersslave @scorpiogemini
His office door was open when you got there which didn’t give you much time to hesitate or rethink your decision to ask your Professor for help. He would have seen you approaching or stalling in the doorway and invited you in anyway to query you about your reasons for being there. So, instead, you raised your fist and rapped a pattern on the door frame with your knuckles.
“Professor Taylor? Can I have a word?”
“Miss Y/L/N,” he seemed surprised to see you, his eyes widening behind his spectacles, “come in. What can I help you with?”
You closed the door behind you and took a seat, fidgeting with your fingers as you tried to remember how you’d planned to broach the subject. Professor Taylor – Roger, as you’d been told you could call him – waited patiently.
“It’s tricky, Professor. Umm, see, well um,”
“Is this something to do with the coursework? If you’re worried about the last assignment, you don’t need to be. It was really good, what you handed in.”
“Really?”
“Mmhmm. I was going to give you all feedback next week but if it’ll help put your mind at ease I can show you the comments I have for you early,”
You were half a second away from asking to see them when you remembered that wasn’t what you’d come to ask about, “A-actually that’s okay Professor.”
“Oh? So was it something else you wanted? I know that this Masters course is more work than previous classes you’ve had with me but you seem to be keeping on top of it all. I’m very impressed by what you’ve accomplished so far.”
“Thank you Professor, but, um, that’s not really what I’m here about,”
“No?” He leaned forward resting his chin on his hands, “You know, there’s no need to be nervous about talking to me, I’m not going to fail you,” he chuckled as he sat up straight again, clearly trying to lighten the mood though his expression became more serious as he said, “if you’re having trouble with something, or someone, please tell me and I will do what I can to help, whether it’s pointing you in the direction of someone more able to support you or talking to people on your behalf.”
You nodded, feeling marginally calmer though still nervous, “I was actually hoping for some private tutoring,”
“Oh? Well if you’d like to put your name down as a tutor I have a form here somewhere, if you fill it out I can pass it on and have your name added to the database,” Roger rifled through a stack of papers on his desk, only stopping when you spoke again.
“No, not, uh, not tutoring work. I more meant tutoring from you. In an area that this Uni doesn’t provide classes in,”
“Miss Y/L/N I’m going to have to ask you to explain because I’m not quite sure what you’re after,”
You took a breath and resisted the urge to speak to the floor, “My boyfriend dumped me last week.”
“I’m sorry to hear that but I don’t see how-”
“He dumped me because apparently I’m not kinky enough. I don’t know, he always wanted me to be super obedient in the bedroom but I never really understood it.”
Roger shifted in his seat, “Miss Y/L/N I don’t think this is app-”
“I want someone to explain it all to me, teach me how to be what he wants so I can get him back. If I can show him that I can learn, that I can submit in the way he expects, then we won’t have to break up. I love him and I’d do anything to get him back and I’ve been thinking about it and I think you’re the best person to teach me.”
“I’m not sure I understand why you would come to me with this. I am very sorry to hear you’re dealing with that but it’s not really appropriate for me to be discussing such matters with my student.”
“Just…” you held your hand up to try and stop him from standing and opening the door for you, “You must realise that you have a, um, a reputation.”
Roger was taken aback by that, throwing you a confused expression as he settled back into his seat.
“Surely you’ve heard the rumours about you. About what you like to get up to with women.”
“I can assure you I haven’t,”
“Seriously? Everyone talks about it. I mean part of it is probably just because you’ve got that whole DILF thing working for you so like half the students here have crushes on you. But then you throw in the gossip about how you like to tie women up and all the rest of it,”
Roger closed his eyes as if he couldn’t quite keep up with everything you’d just said, “How- I mean, those rumours have no bearing on- on anything and they aren’t even- what I mean to say is-”
“Professor, it’s okay. It’s just gossip, nothing serious in it. But if you do like that sort of thing, I could really use your help. I won’t tell anyone, all I want is my boyfriend back,”
Roger pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, “This is insane, what you’re asking is insane.”
“No it’s not,”
“Okay, lets, Miss Y/L/N, just for a moment, let’s imagine that, hypothetically, I say yes to this. What then?”
“Well, I’d expect we’d meet up once or twice a week, you’d teach me the basics of kink, anything you thought I should know. Then in four months’ time I can talk to Dylan and show him what I’ve learnt and he’ll take me back.”
“Why four months?”
“Oh, we’re pretty much guaranteed to see each other then. Two of our mutual friends are getting married and we’ll both be at the wedding. So will you do it?”
“Miss Y/L/N, I don’t know that this is a good idea,”
“Why not?”
“Well our ages for one thing,”
“So what? You’re mature and experienced and that’s what I need. Plus, surely having someone half your age throw herself at you is a bonus.”
He smiled slightly, “All the same, it’s wrong. I’m your teacher.”
“Exactly, who better to teach me?”
“The ethics of this- and the rules of this university. If anyone found out I’d lose my job, you’d lose your place at this school so you wouldn’t get to complete your degree. Not to mention I’m sure you have family and friends who would chop my bollocks off before they ran me out of town.”
“It’s not like I’m underage, I’m doing a bloody Masters. And no one would find out. We can meet in secret.”
“It’s still so risky, Ms Y/L/N,”
“Look, Professor, I wouldn’t tell anyone, you won’t tell anyone. As long as we’re careful about when and where we meet no one will find out. Please, Professor. I need this,” you thought you could see his resolve cracking but decided to give him a final push, “But if you really don’t want to then I’ll find someone else. I’m sure I can meet someone online. Fetlife? That’s a website for this kind of thing, right?”
“Fine, I’ll do it.” He said suddenly, “But we do it my way. And certainly not on campus.”
“Okay,”
“Are you free tonight?”
“You wanna get right into it?”
“I want to discuss this further, off campus, to set some ground rules, and I think we’ll both be more comfortable discussing it over dinner.”
“Dinner? Like a date?”
“A business deal. Miss Y/L/N, if you can’t take this seriously,”
“I can, I promise. Dinner where?”
“Well, public places are out of the question. So you can come over to my house. Be there by Seven and make sure no one knows. Here’s the address,”
“Thank you Professor,”
Roger grunted as he scrawled his address on a scrap of paper, holding it out to you, “Go, out of my office before I come to my senses,”
You nodded and scurried off, taking heart from the bemused tone behind his snippy words. In a matter of a few short months you’d be able to put this breakup behind you and show Dylan just how much he meant to you.
A few minutes before seven o’clock you rang Roger’s door bell, looking around at the long driveway and the tidy garden beds at the front of the house as you waited. He opened the door quickly and hurried you inside glancing around the front yard as if someone were spying on him.
“I brought wine,” you said, holding the bottle out, “You’ve got a nice place,”
“You sound surprised,” he said as he took your jacket from you and hung it on a coat rack to the side of the entrance before taking the wine with a gracious nod and examining the label, “Y’know being a university professor doesn’t actually pay too badly.”
“Yeah but this place is massive,”
He chucked, “I inherited a little from my Nan and Pop and then there was the album. That was enough to buy this place.”
“Album?”
“Oh, I was in a band in my youth, one mildly successful album and a couple of writing credits on the singles set me up nicely. Not nicely enough to retire on but still.” He shrugged as he led you through his sizeable house, up a set of stairs and towards the back balcony, “Plus, this place didn’t seem so big when I was sharing it with my ex-wife and our kids. Uhh, but that’s not what we’re here to discuss. Now, make yourself comfortable out here and I’ll just go check on the food.”
You nodded, still trying to wrap your head around the sheer number of rooms and hallways you’d passed as well as the fact that your old Biology professor had once been in a band. It was hard considering you’d only ever seen him presenting lectures to an audience of tired and often hungover students but you supposed he did have a kind of magnetism that would have been at home on a stage. Still, you’d have liked to see pictures.
Roger returned a few moments later with two plates of food, a couple of wine glasses tucked in the crook of his arm. You quickly reached to relieve him of something, before one of the glasses could shatter and put an end to all your plans. Though perhaps a broken glass would have helped break the ice. It wasn’t the most comfortable dinner you ever had. You found it hard to swallow, hard to sit still, torn between wanting to jump right to the main topic and wanting to let Roger bring it up in his own time. The last thing you wanted was to come across as just trying to get a leg over the hottest professor on campus as if for a dare or a joke. Him retracting his agreement was a very close second last. Instead, you gulped down your drink and tried to focus on the reasonably nice meal Roger had prepared for you. Finally, after watching you top up your glass for the third time, he put you out of your misery.
“Why me?”
“What?”
“Why did you approach me with this idea of…tutoring?”
“Like I said before, the rumours abo-”
“Okay but there must have been something beyond that. There could have been rumours about any staff member. If the school gossip had said Professor Richardson had a sex dungeon where he tied up women and spanked them, would you have approached him?”
“So you have heard the rumours,”
“Of course I have. Answer the question,”
You stalled by taking another drink, though only a sip that time, “No, I wouldn’t have.”
“So, why me?”
“You’re hot?”
Roger gave you a look you’d seen in the classroom – his stop fucking around look, usually reserved for first years who still treated dissection and cadavers as a joke.
You shrugged, “You’re one of the best teachers I ever had. You always said we could come to you with any problems we were having and whenever I took you up on that offer to go over the coursework you were encouraging and supportive and knew how to push me in the right direction without giving me all the answers. I guess I felt like I could trust you. Like you’d take me seriously or at least hear me out before shutting the door in my face. And if the rumours happened to be false then you seemed like the sort of person who wouldn’t be offended by them or my proposition.”
Roger smiled to himself, but it was only for a few brief seconds and then his professional demeanour was back in place, “Alright, well, I’m listening now so why don’t you tell me about this ex and the sort of things he requested of you. And then I’ll decide whether to kick you off my property or not.”
There was a twinkle in his eye that told you he wasn’t serious about throwing you out, but it didn’t stop you from feeling timid about the conversation, “Umm, okay. His name is Dylan. We were both in your Bachelor bio class, that’s how we met. Or kind of. We were aware of each other but went to different parties and hung out with different people. It wasn’t until last year that we actually met and got chatting and started seeing each other. I thought it was the real thing, like proper love, soulmate stuff. So when he broke up with me it took me completely by surprise. Everything felt perfect with him. Except for the sex.” You paused, feeling a little self-conscious about speaking so frankly about your personal life, and with your professor no less.
Roger removed his spectacles and wiped them on the bottom of his shirt, “Ms Y/L/N, you’re going to have to be able to talk about sex with me if you actually want this to work.”
“The sex was fucking great okay? Especially at the start. But the longer we went out the more he pushed for me to be submissive to him. He’d joke around about wanting to fuck me while I was asleep or mostly asleep, and he’d dirty talk by calling me his toy or saying that he owned me or sometimes about pimping me out to his friends. I indulged some of his ideas like when he wanted to be especially rough with me, pushing my head down into the mattress, pulling my hair, slapping me, things like that. And it was fun, but I never enjoyed it the same way he did and whenever he brought up the sleep stuff or if he tried to bend me over while I was cooking dinner I always stopped him. He’d laugh about it and say he was just joking but I guess he meant it more than I thought he did.”
Roger remained quiet, watching you thoughtfully until he was sure you were finished, “If we did this what limits would you want in place?”
“None. I want to be the perfect submissive for Dylan, I want to prove I can be whatever he wants.”
Roger shook his head and put down his glass, “What was it you told Dylan when he suggested using you while you were in the middle of something or if he brought up the sleep stuff?”
“I just told him no, I wasn’t into it or I was busy.”
“Then that’s a limit. If you don’t want to do those things, that’s okay. Everyone has limits.”
“But that’s the point. I need to learn how to be into those things so he’ll have me back. My limits are what made him leave.”
Roger exhaled heavily though his nose, “Okay then, is there anything you would consider a turn off?”
“I don’t know,”
“Well I don’t believe that. I’m sure you have at least some idea of what you like and what you don’t.”
“Yeah I guess I do but if I’m the submissive one then it doesn’t matter what I want. This is about Dylan and doing what he wants.”
“Personally, I’m not big into feet stuff – toe sucking, foot jobs, anything like that – it just doesn’t appeal to me, whether I’m acting more dominant or more submissive, and I’ve made sure to tell every one of the women I’ve been with who hinted that they’d be into doing that kind of thing. A lot of women, in my experience at least, don’t like anal or things like knife play or scenes that feel violent or menacing.” He paused, watching your reactions, “From what you’ve just told me, it sounds like Dylan might be into free use and consensual non-consent so if either of those things sound like a turn off to you, you should let me know. Dylan will have limits of what he’s comfortable with and comfortable doing to others, I guarantee it. You need to make your limits known too. It’s all part of being in a D/S relationship and playing with any kind of BDSM type kink. The main rule we follow is safe, sane and consensual, and believe me, I will make sure we follow it during our lessons. So, is there anything you would consider a turn off or anything you wouldn’t want to do, even for Dylan?”
“Can I think about it and get back to you?”
“I suppose so. If it helps I can give you an idea of things I could teach you and you can tell me if any of them don’t feel right.”
“Yeah, I think that would help,”
“Alright umm, obviously because this is about what Dylan likes we should address consensual non-consent and free use at some point, but they would come later. Somnophilia too. I’d probably start with something easier or more common anyway. Spanking is nearly guaranteed, basic bondage methods – cuffs, ropes, that sort of thing – maybe some more extreme bondage too depending on how much you enjoyed the basic bondage. Ummm, choking, maybe some gags, tease and denial for sure. Any of that sounding too scary or intimidating or just not fun?”
“They all sound okay I think, although some of them I haven’t heard of before.”
“It’s a start at least. Of course, I would begin with the smaller kinks and work our way up to the more intense ones, and hopefully by that point we’ll both be more familiar with your limits and what you are interested in taking further.”
“So, does that mean your agreeing to tutor me?”
“I can definitely work with this.”
“You mean it?”
“Yes. Apparently I do.” He trailed his gaze over you for a moment, “How would you feel if I suggested we move this to the bedroom?”
Your heart skipped a beat and you hoped your shock hadn’t shown on your face, “You want to start now?”
“Sort of. What do we do at the beginning of a science experiment?”
“Measure a control group,”
“Exactly, you do a control before you mess with variables so you have something to measure them against. In this case, I think we’ll be able to tailor kinks to you better if I have some idea of what you enjoy during sex and what it takes to get you off. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, of course, yeah. Makes sense.”
“If you want to wait a couple of days we can,”
“No, now’s as good a time as any. And the sooner we get into it all the better really.”
Roger chuckled and stood, holding out his hand to help you out of your seat, “You’ve always been an enthusiastic student.”
Leaving your plates and glasses on the balcony table, Roger led you towards his bedroom. You wished you’d had a little more to drink, just to dull the sudden wave of nerves that had risen up. You were about to fuck a professor. Professor Taylor. It was a bizarre scenario you’d got yourself into and in an effort to distract yourself a little and calm down, you focused on his bedroom wall as he busied about closing curtains, eyes trained on a framed watercolour of a lake under some cherry blossom trees.
“You like it?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, it’s pretty,”
“I got that while I was in Japan a few years ago.”
You nodded, not sure what to say next.
“Are you okay?”
You turned and found Roger much closer than he had been a moment before.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes, sorry, just a bit nervous I guess. Feels kind of odd now that I’m actually here. If I’m being honest, I didn’t really expect you to agree to this.”
“I did tell you your idea was insane. But that’s okay,” he slowly reached forward, his hand settling on your hip and gently tugging, encouraging you to step in closer, “It’s kind of weird for me too. So, we’ll go slow. And if you want to stop at any time we can.”
You nodded, eyes glued to Roger, and let your tongue wet your lips.
His eyes followed the movement, “Does that mean you want to kiss me?” There was a playfulness to his voice, teasing almost, and you found yourself relaxing and agreeing that you did. And for the first time you realised just what it meant for those rumours to be true.
“So then kiss me.”
******
A kiss you could do. Pushing aside the realisation that this was your first kiss since Dylan left, you leaned in and pressed your lips to Roger’s, though you pulled away quickly.
Roger didn’t say anything, just waited, lips lightly parted. Your heart was racing with excitement and uncertainty, but you wanted more. He welcomed your lips the second time they met his, his hand gripping your hip harder now that he was certain you were going to stay. It was almost needy the way he kissed back, something you’d not have expected from your Professor. His nose bumped yours and yet he didn’t seem to care, leaning further into you, his tongue tickling your lip seconds before you felt it slide against your own tongue. Familiar but entirely different from the kisses you were used to. His hands didn’t move like Dylan’s did, not grabbing but gently squeezing, reassuringly firm. His leg was suddenly between yours and you took a step back in surprise. Roger followed so you took another and another until you felt the edge of the bed behind you. Dylan and your nerves almost entirely forgotten, you reached for Roger’s belt. He let you unbuckle it and pull it loose before he grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head, kissing you between looks heavy with desire.
He broke away for a moment and toed off his shoes, bending to take his socks off too, “So, is there anything you particularly like, any positions?”
You copied his movements, kicking your own shoes just under the bed, “Not really. I can work with whatever.”
“Stop trying to please me and tell me what you like Ms Y/L/N,” he said, reaching for your hips again so he could push your jeans down.
“I mean I guess I like being on top, riding, whatever you want to call it.,” you quickly unhooked your bra and let it drop to the floor, “But Dylan tended to like me under him.”
“New rule,” Roger said, kicking his own pants off his ankle as you tugged his shirt from his shoulders, “No talking about your ex when we’re this close to being naked. Okay?”
“Yeah, sorry, good rule.”
“Y’know I could have taken your bra off too,”
“Faster this way,”
“I’ll let you have it this time. But next time I unwrap you myself.”
You shivered at the implications of the statement as Roger resumed the kiss and pressed you backwards onto the mattress, quickly climbing on top of you, his hands braced on each side of your head as he leaned down to kiss you once more, hungrily.
He didn’t stay there long though. A few seconds later he’d shimmied down your body, creating a trail of kiss warmed skin, until his face was positioned directly above your breasts. You raised your head and watched enraptured as he his eyes met yours, the hint of a mischievous grin lighting up his face, and then he lowered his lips to the top of your left breast. You let your head drop back to the bed and ached your back a little, pushing your chest towards him.
“Yeah, you like that?” he asked, voice rougher than you’d ever heard it before, “what if I do this?” slowly he let his teeth sink into you, just for a second. It was enough to pull a small hum of appreciation from you so he repeated the action on your right breast.
“Feels good?”
“Yeah,” you breathed out, softly.
“Yeah?” he asked, pushing himself up so he was straddling your waist, “What about this?”
You felt his warm breath surround your nipple before you felt his tongue lap against it or his lips enclose it, letting your eyes slip shut as you drew your lip between your teeth. He seemed to appreciate the response and made sure to repeat the action a few times against each nipple, sucking on one as his gently flicked the other with his thumb. You tingled at the sensation of his warm saliva cooling and gently squeezed your legs together.
“Don’t be shy,” he said, sitting up again and laying a hand over each of your breasts, “I can tell you enjoy it when I play with your tits,”
You pulled in a shaky breath as he squeezed your breasts, “Mmhmm, yeah,”
“Do you want some more?”
“Yes, Professor,”
He made a short clicking sound with his tongue, “I think we’re past Professor by now, you can call me Roger. And you can tell me what you want,”
“I want more,”
“More what?”
You hummed again at the feeling of him massaging your boobs.
“More what? Should I keep sucking on your perky fucking tits? Jesus they’re so fucking soft,” he cleared his throat and shook his head a little, “Or, should I give some other part a bit of attention? Your pussy’s probably feeling a bit left out, huh?”
You’d expected him to boss you around, make demands, and you’d expected a bit of dirty talk (the kind where he’d tell you how sexy you looked or that he couldn’t wait to fuck you). But the reality surpassed everything you’d considered likely. You certainly hadn’t expected to get wet just from his tone and his words. And you definitely hadn’t expected to be doing what he asked, agreeing with everything he said. But that’s exactly what was happening, and it felt good.
“Please touch my pussy.”
“It would be my pleasure,” he smiled softly as he climbed off of your waist and pulled your underwear down, “and yours.”
The change of position gave you a moment to catch your breath but also to take in Roger’s appearance properly. You had to admit you liked what you saw. Of course, you already knew he was attractive. More than once you’d found yourself distracted in class, mind on what a cute bum he had or how shapely his hands were or else on his fluffy hair, light blonde but with streaks of grey blended throughout. He was the epitome of the hot teacher really, especially with his gravelly voice and the youthful sparkle of his eyes, magnified by his usual pair of glasses. What you hadn’t seen before, and what you were revelling in now, was his naked torso. There were muscles in his arms, not Hollywood style bulging biceps and you’d certainly never have noticed them under the sleeves of his work shirts, but they were revealed as he shifted his position and you had the sudden urge to reach out and squeeze them. A light fuzz of hair covered his chest, though it was so light it was barely visible, and a marginally thicker thatch of it trailed down into his underwear. And in between was his stomach, the years of fatherhood evidenced by how it softly protruded out over the hem of his underwear. Once, a few years ago, someone had found a photo of Professor Taylor taken in the 90s when he was twenty-something and, thanks to the university meme facebook page and a few students with near influencer levels of followers, just about the whole school had seen it and had wet dreams about it. He’d been stick thin then, eyes ringed by dark grungy eyeliner, long messy hair falling about his face, and his plaid shirt unbuttoned. The Roger settling beside you now was miles away from that boy but you liked his current look, from his shorter hair to his rounder body, though he seemed to have the same skinny legs.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked as he propped himself up on his elbow to look you over.
“This is…better than I thought it would be,”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence,”
“No, that’s not what I meant. I don’t know, I just...I could never picture it before, actually being with you. But you’ve made it feel easy and, well not normal, but y’know, not too strange either.”
“So you’ve been liking it so far?”
“Mmhmm, it’s felt really good,”
“Good, that’s what I want to hear. But,” your breath hitched as you felt his fingers stroke between your legs, “experiments not done yet.” He watched his hand as it moved, his fingers sliding between your lips, spreading the wetness that had begun to pool with his earlier attentions. Each shift of his fingers pulled soft sighs and small ohs from you as the pleasure began to slowly build and you pulled him down into another kiss, wanting to feel him closer. He eased the first finger into you gradually, whispering questions about how it felt and if you were ready for more. You’d have expected his constant quizzing to be annoying but he peppered them between comments about making you feel good and dirty talk about getting you ready for his cock as he pulled your hand over to his crotch to give him some small relief. And somehow everything just seemed to turn you on more, his obvious desire to make sure you were comfortable included. You barely registered when he added the second finger, pumping both into you rhythmically as he delicately sucked at your pulse point, though you knew the third was coming, a response to your pleas for more. You’d meant his dick really, ready to move things along but he’d been adamant about making sure you were properly stretched out, not relenting until he’d fit four fingers inside you.
“Fo-four?” you whimpered as he pressed the last one into you, “Three not enough?”
“Just to be on the safe side. My cock is about average length but its girthy,”
“I – oh Roger – It feels huge to me,”
“Please, I’m 46, I know it’s not the biggest thing in the world. But I also know it doesn’t need to be to fuck you so right.”
You weren’t sure how to reply though he didn’t give you many options, jerking his fingers inside you and making you moan.
“I know there are nerves involved which can impact how wet you get and I don’t want to do anything that would cause you pain or discomfort, so I’m going to finger you until I’m ready to stop. You can beg all you want but I won’t fuck you until I decide you can handle it.”
Even that was hot though you weren’t exactly sure why, but whatever it was you found yourself nodding in agreement, staring at him through eyes half lidded with pleasure.
When Roger was satisfied that you were ready for more than his fingers, he pulled them from you and got to his knees, shuffling around to rummage through his bedside cabinet. A moment later you realised why as he kicked off his underwear and tore open a condom.
You watched as he rolled it down his shaft, noting he’d described himself quite accurately.
“Sorry,” he said as he caught your eye, “did you want to do that?”
“No, that’s okay,” you chuckled, “just that Dylan never liked to wear them,”
“Hey, we have a rule remember. And this is the first time I’m fucking one of my students, I’m not doing it raw, are you kidding?”
“Sorry. And yeah, you’re probably right to use one.”
“Hey, this is just the control remember. Condoms are a variable we can change later.”
You laughed at that and nodded as Roger squirted some lube into his palm and began stroking himself, letting out small groans at the contact.
“Are you going to fuck me yet or is there something else I have to wait for?”
“Careful Ms Y/L/N, you know I don’t tolerate that kind of attitude.” He smiled as he crawled over you again, catching your lips quickly before he sat back on his heels and pushed your legs wide. With a final look, as if to give you a chance to end things before they went any further, he lined himself up and pressed himself into you. You gasped as he filled you easily, bottoming out.
“God you feel good,” he panted, “are you okay? Can I move?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, “please move.”
He breathed out a small sigh as he pulled his hips back and snapped them forward again, finding a rhythm. As he got more comfortable in the moment, Roger leaned over you again, pushing his face between your breasts and laving your skin with his tongue. He rediscovered the spots he’d found earlier, humming around your nipples and squeezing your boobs as he thrust into you.
“Feel good?”
“Yeah,”
“You close yet?”
“Not really.”
“That’s alright,” he said softly as he readjusted his position, sitting back and lifting your legs over his shoulders. You felt the angle change as he fucked into you harder than before, his pace a little faster, “Play with your tits for me.”
You didn’t hesitate to do as he asked, panting in sync with his thrusts as he dropped his fingers to your clit, rubbing in tight circles, forcing more moans and whines from your throat.
“That’s right, tell me how good it is to be spread out under your professor, full of my hard cock. Christ you’re so fucking tight. Why didn’t I fuck you sooner?”.”
You let your moans pick up a little as he ploughed into you, willing yourself to reach your climax.
“Yeah? You like that. Are you close now?”
“Uh-”
“So no.”
“Sorry, i-it just takes a while usually. I could f-fake it if you wa-nt to stop.”
“No!” his voice sounded strained as he stilled inside you, “This is about getting you off and I will keep fucking you even if it takes all night for you to cum. I just need to readjust again.”
Your laugh became a small whine as he pulled out of you and rolled you over so you were on top of him, “what are you-?”
“Ride me. You said you like being on top so ride me,”
You smiled and pressed your lips to his quickly before settling yourself over him and carefully sinking down into place. As you took him as deep as you could you halted a moment to enjoy the sensation of being full again, gently rocking your hips as you braced your hands on Roger’s chest. He held your gaze as he slipped two fingers into his mouth, pulling them out when they were dripping with saliva. He pressed them together with his thumb before bringing the wet digits to your right nipple, massaging it until you arched your back and tilted your head backwards. There was no way to resist any longer and you raised yourself on your knees before sinking back down, grunting as he hit just the right spot.
“Better?” he grunted.
“Mhmm,” you managed to get out before a moan, once again lifting and dropping yourself. You settled into the flow of it, the movement of your hips and the way you pulsed around him as you took him harder and faster, feeling the pleasure build and build and build. Until Roger’s voice, cracking with the effort, broke through your concentration.
“Fuck, I’m close, I’m close. I’m gonna cum,”
“Okay,” you said, not sure what else you could say, a little disappointed that it was going to be over before you could finish. So much for all night, though you supposed he’d only said that to help you relax and finish faster. At least it was hot watching him unravel beneath you, his grunts and groans loud and shameless, his hips spasming under yours. You waited until he was done, eyes closed and chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to regain control of his breathing, and then lifted yourself to dismount him. Or you would have, except you felt his hands grab you by the hips and press you down again.
“Your turn,” he said it so earnestly, no hint of the dominant teasing from earlier or any egotistical overconfidence, that you found yourself agreeing immediately, shocked into doing what he was guiding you to. You raised your hips again, let him pull you back down hard and before long you’d found your rhythm again. He let go of your hip, moving the hand to messily rub your clit as you shifted a little, changing the angle by a fraction. It was enough to have you careening towards the edge, even as Roger pulled air through his teeth as the extra stimulation.
“So close,” you muttered before he could ask, eyes shut, intent on your mission.
“C’mon, cum on my cock, show me how good it feels,”
You nodded unthinkingly as he encouraged you, feeling it just out of reach until finally the familiar warmth washed over you, a long moan slipping from between your lips as you swivelled your hips, prolonging the orgasm as long as you could.
“There you go, good girl.”
******
Roger gasped as you climbed off him and carefully removed his condom to throw it out.
“I could have done that,”
“You did enough.”
He was smiling when you turned back to face him and beckoned you over to join him on the bed once more, pressing a kiss to your jaw and the corner of your mouth before he found your lips again. You sighed against him, lost in the blissful warmth of the moment.
“I’ll do it. I’ll tutor you,” Roger said after some time, his arm draped over your side, your faces inches from each other.
“You mean it?”
“Yes.”
“Because I’m a hot shag?”
He let out an exhale of laughter, “Because I would rather you learnt about that kind of stuff from someone like me than some random on the internet who thinks that being dominant means being cruel or causing pain. At least I can make sure you approach things from a healthy angle with your own enjoyment in mind as much as your ex’s.”
“Thank you. So…when do we start?”
“Give me a few days to plan out some lessons, put together a curriculum.”
“Oh, so it’s going to be like proper tutoring then.”
“You’re the one that came to a teacher about this.”
“Fair enough.” You would have happily stayed there longer and you later wondered if Roger would have let you had an alarm on his phone not gone off, a reminder to put his bins out for collection in the morning.
He frowned as he realised the time and glanced at you. The piercing melody had brought the reality of the situation back to both of you.
“I guess that means I should leave, right?”
Roger sat up and scooted a little further away from you, “Yes, you probably should.” He paused for a moment, “No one can know about this.”
“I know, I understand. It’s our secret.”
He pulled in a breath, “Exactly, our secret. Do you need me to call you a cab?”
“No, it’s fine, I drove here.”
“Okay. Well, why don’t we get dressed and I’ll walk you out.”
“Are you okay with this? If you really don’t want to teach me, I’d understand.”
“No I want to. More than I should.”
“That’s okay. No one will know and we’ll do things your way, whatever you think is best.”
“My way,” he muttered to himself, “Yes. Exactly. Okay. Um, tell you what,” he swung his legs out of the bed and bent forward to retrieve the underwear he’d discarded earlier, pulling them up under cover of the corner of the bed sheet, “I will grab my things and go collect our dishes from dinner. You can stay here and get changed and then when you’re ready to go, come find me in the kitchen, okay Ms Y/L/N?”
“Sounds great, Professor Taylor.”
He nodded at you once more before he left, bending to collect his pants and shirt on his way.
You waited a minute or so, mind racing with the events of the evening and the promise of what would be coming, before you too stood and began to redress.
When you felt sufficiently tidy you stepped out into the hallway and headed in the direction you hoped led to the kitchen. Roger was there, redressed and hardly looking like he’d just got out of bed, leaning against the bench, eyes out of focus. When you arrived though his head jerked around towards your movement.
“All good?” he asked, “got everything?”
“Yeah, think so.”
“Well,” he said, leading you towards the front door, “it was great having you. Over. Having you over. I’m glad we could come to an agreement.”
“It was great for me too Professor.”
“I will see you in class on Monday, don’t forget about that reading you’re meant to do.”
“Got it. Um, can I ask about my next tutoring session, when would that be?”
“I will talk to you about it after class on Monday if that’s okay.”
“Absolutely, whatever works for you Professor.”
He opened the door, standing on his side of the entrance as you stepped outside, “Right, well. Goodnight Ms Y/L/N,”
“Goodnight Roger,” you said, quickly leaning in to kiss his cheek, “and thank you.”
He still looked a little stunned as you got into your car, wondering just what you’d got yourself into.
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