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atarathegreat · 6 months

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Scary Wife Privilages Tokyo Revengers

Featuring: Kokonoi Hajime, Ken Ryuguji (Draken), Rindou Haitani, Atsushi Sendo (Akkun)

Synopsis: They don't need you to stand up for them, but damn do they love when you get feisty.

It was crazy to you the extent of disrespect that Kokonoi would put up with while you were around. Everyone was aware of how ruthless the man could be, but they were also aware of how he hid it when you were around, and they took advantage of it. You lost count of how many people stopped in with random complaints about whatever Koko had done the previous week.

You lost count, sure, but not your temper.

Another poor soul walked in, anger evident on his face. Kokonoi wasn't any less pissed than you were, but he didn't like to explode when you happened to be with him. Of course, you knew this. You'd seen him strangle a man for information. You rolled your eyes thinking about it: how could he strangle a man in front of you with zero hesitation but he didn't want to get angry?

"Don't." You glared at the fancy suit and tie as he sat in the chair opposite the desk where Koko sat. "Don't say a word if it's negative." your voice was dark, heavy, almost dangerous, "Give your report and leave."

The man stared up at you as you leaned on Kokonoi's chair, "If there are problems then the boss needs to know."

Koko would be lying if he said he wasn't impressed with the way you leaned over his desk, grabbing the man by his tie and jerking him forward. He knew you had a temper but this...this was different. This made him wish he was on the receiving end of your death glare. "Say it then." Your words sent a chill up Koko's spine, "Tell me your complaint."

And for the first time, Koko seen one of his men speechless. You were scaring the hell out of him, even more so than any gun.

"No, ma'am, it's okay..." His underling whimpered. Koko had never heard any of his men whimper. But there it was, the fear in his eyes and a very pathetic whine that came out as he spoke.

Inui and Kenny had been busting their asses all day. They'd fixed bike after bike, crushed their fingers, bruised their legs, and Kenny slammed his head into the shelf holding parts, effectively bringing the whole thing down. Inui had laughed, stating, "You're too damn tall for this little shop!"

You smiled, and your smile could've made the devil himself kneel in terror, "Then give your report and go."

As they were replacing a whole gas tank for an old rusted up bike, (Kenny knew it would be more use to the customer as scrap, but the man was adamant about getting the poor heap of metal fixed) someone started hitting the bell on the front desk like it was an emergency. Kenny looked up, sharing a look of exhaustion with Inui before they both stood and slowly made their way out.

"Finally!" The woman yelled and slammed her hands on the counter, "You fixed my sons bike and charged him extra! Who do you think you are?"

Inui, who was busy pulling the books for the week, responded before Kenny could, "I'm Inui Seishu, he's Ken Ryuguji."

Inui's sarcasm made the woman angrier, and Kenny, for the very first time, hated that his friends kneejerk reaction to people was dry sarcasm. She started yelling louder, getting on Ken's nerves as he stood and took it. What was he going to do? Him and Inui charged fairly on their work, and this was a woman, Kenny couldn't exactly brawl with her.

"Would you just give me your sons name so I can find what we fixed and how much we charged?" Inui asked dryly, glancing up from the computer.

"No! You're supposed to know this stuff already! Unless you're scamming everyone that comes into this store!" The woman was becoming red in the face, "Scammers! Overpriced mechanics."

A sweet gust of wind carried over Kenny, he didn't have time to groan about someone else coming in before you had analyzed the situation. You'd heard the woman yelling from outside, a plan of action already made and ready to be executed. Inui smiled at you, "Good evening, Y/n."

"Evening, Inui." Both men paused at the calm air in your voice, "What's the problem here?"

You were here, meaning Kenny could relax and let you handle this problem on legs. He smiled and waved at his daughter who was holding your hand tightly, she waved back and giggled when your hand absently rested in her hair. God, how did his day get twenty times better with just a simple little sound?

The woman quickly tried to usher you out of the shop, stopping when you gently shoved her hand away, "You better get your little girl out of here, these scammers-"

"Enough." Your tone was cold, "These men are charging just right for their expertise and parts they replace. Do you understand how much money it costs to order half the parts for a motorcycle?''

Inui piped up quickly, "I don't think she does, Miss Ryuguji. Enlighten her."

Now Kenny was regretting how funny it was that his friend loved instigating you.

"In the last month this shop has spent over 6734610 yen in bike parts, three pieces of which went to your sons bike three days ago. Inui," You looked over at him, "search the name Kyoka. Broken clutch, broken break and an old spark plug."

Everyone waited silently as Inui looked it up. Your daughter pulled her hand free and ran to her dad, whispering to him as he picked her up, "Mommy is real scary right now." Kenny nodded, "Mommy doesn't take this type of shit, does she, baby girl?" The young child giggled, "She said she was gonna have to beat ass when we came in."

Kenny covered his daughters mouth, "Hey, we talked about the swearing, didn't we?"

He didn't have time to get an answer from your daughter because you started yelling back at the older lady, "I don't care if your son used his whole damn paycheck to get his bike fixed. He's in his thirties and doesn't need his mommy to come and bitch about price for him. Go on! Yell some more, because I promise you, I am much louder."

She tucked tail and hurried from the shop, leaving you alone with the two mechanics, "You charged twenty yen over..."

Rindou, while he loved his brother very much, didn't like the man coming over. Ran had a bad habit of flirting with you and Rindou had caught his brother setting his hands on your thighs too many times. He wasn't worried about you falling for the ridiculous antics, you'd always removed Ran's hands promptly but respectfully, he just hated that his brother was encroaching on his wife. Ran could have any woman he wanted, why did he have to go after you?

Inui grinned, "Agree with us in public, huh?"

"Rin?" You called to him from across your shared bedroom, "I can see the way your eyebrows are moving. What are you thinking?"

He snapped out of his thoughts quickly, looking at the beautiful outfit you were wearing, the way your arms stretched as you struggled with the clasp of your necklace. "Nothing." Rindou muttered, stepping up behind you to grab the ends of the silver chain.

"Have I ever told you that you suck at lying to me?" Your eyes pierced his through the mirror of your vanity. He couldn't hide the small smirk, "You have."

Rindou appreciated the way you called him out so openly, most people were too afraid of him to, but you didn't fear anyone, not even Mikey, and Mikey had held a gun to your throat. "I...Is it bad that I don't want Ran to come over? I love him, but-"

"I think it's a normal reaction when a man keeps trying to seduce your wife." You were nothing if not brutally honest, "I can't say I'm thrilled to have him over, either."

And yet, despite neither of you being excited to see him, you both greeted Ran with smiles and hugs. You, of course, had to peel the older man from your body, chuckling as you stated, "Boundaries, Ran."

Ran knew the extent he could go, and he exploited it. Placing his hands on your lower back, just above your ass where you couldn't protest your boundaries, or grabbing your hand and tugging you away from Rindou at the worst moments. It was getting on Rindou's nerves the more the night went on, to the point that Rin was hanging onto your back and refusing to let you do anything without him. He was acting like a koala, and as much as you loved him, it was getting aggravating having two grown men following you around.

"Enough!" You snapped, scaring the brothers, "Sit down!"

They did, Ran smiling as you finally lost your temper with them. Rindou glared at his brother, kicking him under the table, "This is your fault..."

"Quiet." You sounded like a mother scolding her children, "We're going to set some new rules, okay? Good."

Rindou knew that none of the rules were meant for him, but the tone in your voice was, at the very least, worrying to him. He knew you could strangle Ran, not with pure strength but because Ran would let you, and he didn't want you to get any more pissed.

It might as well have been a brothel. The second you walked in you were slammed with the smell of perfume and expensive fabrics. You'd learned to take headache relief before showing up, and it helped for the most part. The women, Hostess's as your husband called them, were lined up all day. Mostly they stood and watched men walk in and pick another woman to have their fun with before they walked out, half drunk and with their pants undone while the woman spent the next hour getting fixed up.

"And for the love of god, Ran, stop flirting with me! I don't like you!" You huffed, crossing your arms, "I have zero attraction to you, give up. Because if you don't, and I say this heavily, Ran, I will bring out every ounce of Haitani that I have picked up in the last three years and I will sink you to the bottom of the ocean."

The man who greeted you as you walked in was quick to remove a dark velvet rope, letting you go up the steps to where you knew Atsushi was sitting. But you were greeted with a sight that made you cackle.

Atsushi was sitting in his usual spot on one of the overpriced couches, legs spread wide and his arms resting over the back. He laid his head back to see you, smiling as you walked closer. You stared down at the woman who was crouched between his knees, "I can hear you begging from the doorway. It's pathetic."

Her poorly manicured nails slowly pulled off his knees, her wrongly glossed lips parting as she spoke, "Wh-who are you?"

You moved Atsuhsi's hand to show off his ring, "Take a guess. Tell me-Oh, no, don't get up!" You stopped her from moving from her position, "Tell me, how does it feel to beg for a married man?"

She was silent, staring up at you. You were like the boogey man for the girls who worked, as each one had tried to make themselves Atsushi's favorite.

"Good to see you, babe." Atsushi reached up and held your face, "Come just to see me?"

"Mhm, that was the initial goal." You walked around and sat beside him, grabbing the woman's hands and placing them on Atsushi's thighs, "Now, I want to see something."

The woman looked even more scared as you moved her around, "Did you think you would get away with this, sweetheart? I know these girls share stories of me, so there's no way you didn't hear about me."

"I swear, I didn't know the boss was married...I hadn't heard anything..." She was wide eyed, shaking a little. You laughed, "Come now, Atsu, are your girls hazing each other?"

He shrugged, "You know I don't pay that much attention."

You stood quickly, dragging the woman backwards and bending her painfully over the small table behind her. She gasped, eyes going wider if that was even possible. Atsushi had seen you do this before.

Both your faces were only inches apart, your wide smile would haunt her for days, "Does this hurt you? Can you take more?" She shook her head, muttering out a quiet "no" that made you giggle, "Then know that you can't handle what my husband could do to you. Even if you were just sucking cock, he's too brutal for you to stand. So, please, attempt this again. Do it, sweetheart, on the very, very slim chance he cheats on me, I'll know you won't be walking for a few days while I file divorce."

The doubled threat wasn't lost on Atsushi, who quickly moved to drag you into his lap, "Babe, c'mon, this place needs ladies who work." He sounded calm, but you could see the emotion hidden in his movements. Atsushi didn't want you to even mention divorce ever again, let alone after you threatened his employee.

The woman ran away fast when you waved her off, "Atsu, honey, my love. Don't let me find this again. I might just kill the next bitch."

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nnnyxie · 4 months

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it’s cold, please come in.

he is awful with the holidays. having grown up with divorced parents, it was never enjoyable. so when he ditches his family, he finds himself at your porch. (kozume kenma)

warnings; lots of swearing (sorry)

sfw, gender neutral

“this is why we can’t have a normal fucking christmas!” kenma’s mom shouted at his dad. this was typical— they tried having a joined christmas every other year.

and kenma was always forced to attend.

he hated this. he hated the yelling. he hated the arguing. he hated when the throwing would start. luckily, only food.

“you can’t do one damn thing right! look at what you did to our son!” his dad yelled back, picking up a piece of bread and throwing it at the wall. “he’s pathetic!” “i’ve done more than your pitiful ass. i’m a ceo for fuck’s sake! but, you wouldn’t know that because, you’re a damn deadbeat!” kenma finally spoke up— “i fucking hate doing this shit. you’re grown ass adults. so fucking act like it!” kenma stormed out the house as his parents yelled— telling him to come back inside.

kenma would rather freeze than deal with that.

he left his keys, jacket, and phone— not even bothering to go back for them.

kenma walked around the downtown area, every store was closed. aside from a few cheap restaurants.

he felt frustrated still. and cold— very cold. his skin grew tight from it. his lips were also chapped— worse than they had been before.

—

soon, kenma found himself in a neighborhood— one he’s known since his childhood. one he stayed in before his parents had their nasty divorce. one— that has your house. that has the house kuroo once occupied but, now a new family lives in.

he subconsciously walks to your home. it was now owned by you— since your guardians decided to travel.

he knocks— five times, in the secret pattern created by you both and kuroo.

he hears shuffling— a small bang followed by an ‘ow, fuck’. then, the door opens, with you standing in the dark entryway. “ken? what are you doing out here? where’s your jacket!? get inside, now. please, it’s freezing.” you pulled his arm and nearly shoved him inside.

“why were you out there?” “just wanted to go for a walk,” kenma mumbled, taking off his shoes and leaving them near the door. “kenma, i’m serious. was it— was it your parents again?” kenma froze, only for a second. and he nodded. “i’m sorry, ken... i’ll make some tea, go ahead and sit on the couch.” you made your way to the kitchen, being sure to turn on the lights so you don’t run into anything again.

when you returned with the tea, kenma was sat on the couch— with his forearms resting on his knees and his face in his hands. “wanna talk about it ken…?” you put the tea cup on your coffee table, not caring for the coasters at the moment. “i just— they always do this. they know it will end in shit but, they still do it!” he exclaimed, falling back on the couch. “time and time again, i think ‘hey maybe it’ll be better this year’ but, it just never is. i keep giving them chances and— i fucking can’t anymore.” kenma sat up, and picked up the cup of tea. “my dad… he called me pathetic. he isn’t in my life enough to know what i am. he didn’t care enough to remember that i’m— actually successful.” “i’m so sorry ken. i— what can i do? for you?” kenma shrugs, “just— be here. i dunno, i just don’t feel like… being around people… except for you. i guess…” he mumbled into his cup, and took a drink. you whisper an ‘okay’ and sat closer to him.

“thanks for letting me in, by the way.” you quietly laughed at this, “don’t thank me for being a decent person.” “i’m serious… it means a lot… christmas has always been hard… well, christmas eve.” you placed your head on his shoulder, “i get that. but, i’m more than happy to have you here. i don’t want you to feel like you need to thank me. especially for me just doing something for the person i love.” kenma blushed— you’d been friends for years, of course— but, you’ve only ever used that for each other once— twice now. “love?” you nodded and hummed.

“yeah, of course. i love you.”

“i love you too.” kenma smiled, “i love you, love you.” you emphasized the first ‘love you’.

“love me, love me? like— you know…” he spoke shyly. “yeah… like that.” “me too,” he moved closer and shakily placed his hand on yours.

you sat up completely, and looked at him—

“i’m happy i came,” “i am too.” you leaned in and kissed him— just a small, soft kiss.

“merry christmas, kenma.” “merry christmas.”

hey….. projected just a little bit……

anyways.

i hope you all had a good holiday. if any of you dealt with bad family— my heart goes out to you.

i love you all, truly. and please know that blood doesn’t always equal family. family is who treats you with care. family can be your friends. or your friends’ family. family can be your partner and their family. it’s who loves you and handles you gently.

thank you so much for following along and supporting my event.

i love you all. <3

#haikyuu x reader #kozume kenma x reader #kenma x reader #kenma kozume x reader #kozume kenma #hq x reader #ᓚᘏᗢ events ᗢᘏᓗ #/ᐠ - ˕ -マ works — ♡︎

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elexaria · 3 months

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cw — dubcon, mean ol’ johnny :(

johnny is one jealous son of a bitch. can’t handle it when he sees you talking to any man that isnt him. white knuckled grip on his pint glass when you chat to simon, joking around and laughing. he sees red when your hand gently brushes up against his arm, and gaz clears his throat, his eyes flitting down to the pint glass. “careful, you’re gonna end up shatterin’ that if you don’t calm down.” he says, an eyebrow raised as he watches johnny continue to stare daggers into you.

you’re clearly an idiot, he thinks to himself as he ignores you the next day. hell, he even gives simon the silent treatment. fucker, he shouldn’t entertain your happiness! he knows that johnny’s head over heels for you! whatever, fuck ‘em both. he huffs around base, begrudgingly and sparingly choosing limited words when it comes to drills.

the moping around is ridiculous, absolutely pathetic. simon glares down at johnny in the mess, hands on his hips. “grow up, we were just joking around.” he grumbles out, just audible enough for only johnny to hear— but everyone knows, the tension is fucking palpable and it makes you feel nauseous. all because of one stupid joke? that harmless touch of simon’s arm.

“he’s like the brother i never had, john.” you yell at him when, finally, after what felt like half an hour of banging at his quarters door, johnny lets you in. he grimaces, shaking his head as his eyes spark a dangerous expression. “no, ye just don’t get it, dae ye?” he growls, his fingers rasping against the scruffy brown whiskers around his lips. “yer a fuckin’ bimbo, of course ye don’t fuckin’ see it—“

you feel your heart sink, eyebrows furrowing. he’s such a prick.

“let me tell ye somethin’ about blokes, lass.” he says, pushing himself off of his desk. he’s not the tallest man on base, but his large physique still manages to make you feel small. one hand harshly grips onto your small wrist, the other grasping your chin with a possessive touch. “we’re all the same, ye ken? and i— i fuckin’ get what’s goin’ on in their heads when they look at ye. and i don’t like it.” he growls, his voice dangerously low and gritty as his breath skirts against the shell of your ear. “yer mine, bonnie. whether ye like it or not.”

he’s such a mean bastard.

folding you in half, thighs smushed up against his hairy chest, the backs of your knees propped up over his shoulders. each harsh thrust inside of you, each growl and snarl— he’s reinforcing the notion that you belong to him. body and soul. “fuckin’ say it, lass. tell ‘em yer all mine!” he barks out, his large hand grasping harshly at your pudgy tear-stained cheeks. you comply, voice shakily crying out a weak “‘m all yours, ser— sergeant mactavish—!” as your second orgasm begins to crest.

yeah, they all know it. especially when a calm, relaxed johnny leans back in his seat in the rec room, a shit eating grin on his lips as you sheepishly limp into the doorway, avoiding eye contact with everyone :(

#elexaria writes #cod x reader #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap smut #soap mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish

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reveluving · 6 months

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if the skirt fits ; andy barber x reader

summary: Andy finds a little secret of yours.

warnings: heavily implied s~mut; costume kink (minors DNI!), familial fluff & mild humour!

a/n: you don't know how happy I am for finally sharing this piece with y'all, considering how it has been collecting dust in my drafts since LAST YEAR, but here it is; one of my earliest ideas for the series! don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» wanna know what I have in store this fall? come & check out my m.list for 'reve's quirky reverie 🕷️'!

“It fits you perfectly,” He purred, almost deep in thought—probably in his own fantasy, “So perfectly.” ;

"You could dress up as Jason?" You suggested what might’ve been the seventh costume idea since the drive home from dinner at the Thai restaurant nearby.

"Done that." Jacob replied as he leaned forward from his seat to talk to you and his father.

"Spiderman?"

"I feel like everyone's dressing up as Spiderman this year."

"But not everyone's going to dress up as the same one." You had a point, considering how you and his dad were the first victims of his Spiderverse fixation since the second movie was released, so you knew what you were talking about.

"I guess,” Jacob thought for a moment before falling back in his seat, taking your idea into consideration, “I guess I just want something… different."

"If you want different, then we could get you one of those inflatable dinosaur costumes on the internet." Andy held a playful look even as his eyes remained on the road.

"Very funny, dad." His son grumbled, despite fighting back his own smile.

"Aw, cheer up, Jake. You've got time." You reassured him.

“Yeah… And I’m not too worried. The store next to Aunt Sarah’s bakery got some cool stuff when I bought last year’s costume,” Jacob mused before asking you, "What about you, mom? Have you thought of a costume yet?"

Ah, mom. Even after all this time, you and Andy will never get tired of him calling you that.

"Mmm, not yet. But when I do, I'll make sure you're the first to know." You and Jacob shared a smile in the rear-view mirror, only to be interrupted by Andy clearing his throat.

"Uh, you're gonna tell him first and not me?" He cocked his head, feigning disbelief.

"Of course. You lost that privilege when you suggested Jake the dinosaur costume." You and Jacob laughed as Andy dramatically groaned, telling you ‘I didn’t mean it’ in an angsty teenager tone.

"I am not dressing up Ken." Andy answered, removing his watch and leaving it on the vanity table.

"Oh, c'mon, Cowboy Barber has a nice ring to it." You said with a lilt.

"And where exactly am I going to find a Western shirt in my size?" He quirked an eyebrow at you.

"We could always ask the Flags. Her husband might have one hidden somewhere."

"Just because we've seen him with a cowboy hat last Halloween?" He remembered seeing him wearing one during the community party at the park.

"You'd never know. Barbie and Ken are safer than your recommendation." You opened the closet without taking your accusatory eyes off him.

"What's wrong with a devil and an angel?"

"Andy." Surely he could tell how ridiculous he sounded.

"It's… easy…? And you'd look really good in it." He tried to persuade you, standing next to you.

"At a party full of kids?" You weren't sure how the parents that were a little more… conservative would feel about their kids' teacher dressing up like that.

"I didn't say it was for Wilson's party. It's for our afterparty," He wiggled his brows, "Just you and me while Jake stays over at the Wilson's."

You snorted. How cheesy of him.

"Wilson's party first, then whatever you want after," You turned back to the hanging clothes, "And besides, you should be the devil, not me."

That wasn't a no.

"You know what," He pursed his lips, already considering your idea—especially with the black suit he knew you'd melt over, plus a red tie before dodging the swat of your hand with a laugh. Just then, he noticed you'd been searching for something for a while, unbuttoning his cuffs and folding his sleeves before asking, “Need some help?”

“I can’t find my panties. The baby blue ones.” You frowned.

“The one with the lace?” He asked, prompting you to nod, “I mean, as much as I love seeing you in those, you know I don’t mind you without any in the first place.”

“Nice try, Barber," You narrowed your eyes at him, gesturing to the drawers in front of him before you rummaged through the pile of folded clothes on the bottom rack, “Help me search the drawers, please.”

He did as he was told, looking through the first stack before moving on to the next.

There was little progress in your searches but your curiosity was only piqued when out of the corner of your eye, Andy was looking closely at something.

“Did you find it?”

He took a quick breath before answering, “No, but I did find something better.”

You furrowed your brows, standing up to ask what he meant by that until you caught sight of the familiar skirt he held.

Plaid, grey and extremely short.

Uh oh.

You clasped your hands together in front of your tummy as you stared at the microskirt with wide eyes. You were even failing to notice him slowly breaking into a smirk. He didn’t stop there, reaching into the drawer he was looking into with his other hand to take out the matching tie. Your lips parted, darting your eyes between the article of clothing and the smug look on his face.

“I can explain,” You finally spoke up, your voice softer than you hoped for.

“Please, do,” He held the ends of the untied tie with both hands, “Because I’m pretty sure these are too small to be mine.”

Oh, he was going to have some fun with this.

“Well, it’s, y’know,” You moved your hands around, only to silently plea for him to understand without having you say it, “Andy, c’mon. You know what it is.”

It wasn’t enough for him, though, raising his brows and encouraging you to continue.

He was clearly enjoying this. A whole lot.

Unbelievable.

“It’s my old costume.”

He hummed, appraising the garment as he immediately imagined what you would look like in it, “So my pretty girl has a dirty secret of her own. Did you break any necks when you pranced around the neighbourhood in this?”

“In my defence, I only wore that once, when I was in college, so,” You corrected him, recalling the party you attended in your final year.

“So, you broke college boys’ necks.”

“I didn’t say that,” You shook your head in amusement, “I just didn’t have the heart to give it away. It was just one of those rare times where I truly enjoyed living in the city.”

Though the city wasn’t far from Reve Road, and hell, you’ve even thought about moving back once or twice in your earlier days, truthfully, you haven’t been there in ages, and thank goodness, too. What would life be like if you hadn’t stayed, made a name in the peaceful neighbourhood and met the Barbers?

"Do you miss it?"

"Sometimes," You mustered a small smile, though it didn't quite reach your eyes, "But I had my fun. Grew up to be a city girl, earned my degree and let out my ‘wilder’ side a couple of times. But I love it here more, and if I want to keep my job, the last thing my students and my son need to see when they go trick-or-treating is their Literature teacher in this."

You shared a hearty laugh. Your wonders about who or what you could’ve been if you stayed in the city were nothing more than a mere curiosity, and even then, it hardly mattered to you now.

“Wouldn’t hurt to relive the old days here in our room.” Oh?

"You can't be serious," You chuckled nervously, "It might not even fit."

You were lying—you barely looked any different from your college years. You just weren’t sure if you were ready to see his reaction over such scandalous attire.

"All the more reason to try it," He replied confidently, closing the gap between the two of you. His voice deepened as he whispered, "C’mon. You can be a good girl for me, can’t you?"

Like the gentleman he was, he used your weakness against you.

You knew you were done for when you gulped under his intense stare, cocking his head in the bathroom’s direction.

You snatched the garments out of his grasp, the ‘deathly’ glare on your face contrasted with his conceited one as you obtained the shirt that came with it out of the same drawer. He continued to hold your gaze even as you closed the door.

Once you were alone, you couldn’t help but let out a silent scream.

You were too embarrassed to even face the mirror as you got dressed, not until you slid on the last piece—the skirt before turning around to look at yourself. You could barely acknowledge the coincidence of covering your face with your hands like a bumbling schoolgirl.

Because that was exactly what you looked like.

You remembered washing the set a couple of times after your first and only wear, and even then, you didn’t think the skirt could shrink that little. Your ass was hanging out of the hem, offering an ample peek at the black bikini brief you had taken with you.

You came out of the bathroom, ignoring the warmth spreading through your body as you were met with Andy sitting at his side of the bed, shamelessly displaying the prominent tent bulging in his pants.

He hummed in approval before beckoning you to his lap, "Come here."

You kept your gaze on the ground as you walked over to him, standing in between his legs.

"Come here." He repeated, this time, forcing you to maintain eye contact as he tapped his knee.

You let out the softest whimper, your arms encircling his neck before straddling one of his thick thighs. He rested his hands on your hips, only to run them up and down your body, watching your face already contorting between bashfulness and desire.

“It fits you perfectly,” He purred, almost deep in thought—probably in his own fantasy, “So perfectly.”

He pulled you closer, bouncing his knee to rub against your clothed sex. Electricity coursed through your body over the not-so-innocent move, your breathing growing heavier by the second as he teased you further.

“But you haven’t answered my question yet. Did they or did they not stare at you when you wore this?”

He rendered you speechless. You were beginning to think your heart might burst out of your chest at any point.

“I’m sure they did,” A part of him wanted to be annoyed but miffed was a better way to put it. Not at you, though, he could never. You were just trying to have fun and make the most out of what life had to offer. But if he was there to see you in this the first time you had it, likely showing your wilder side, oh, he couldn’t lie and say you wouldn’t catch his eye either.

“But I guess that doesn’t matter anymore,” His hands slid past the hem, lifting it for him to drink in the sight of your curves, “It’s just you and me now.”

You dropped your head on his shoulder, hoping to stifle the moan that threatened to slip past your lips.

“Just imagine me bending you over the bed so I can get a peak of what’s mine underneath,” He sighed dreamily, smiling when your ass jiggled as he grabbed at and squeezed them, “Or should I throw you on the bed and have you on your knees?”

You didn’t answer, too focused on the way he groped your body until you jumped at the resounding crack and the sting that came with it on your left cheek.

"Does it come with thigh highs?" He asked ever so casually as if he wasn’t straining to have you just as much as you were him.

"I-It did, but… I kinda lost it."

"That's fine. I can always get you a new one," He nosed your jaw, "In fact, I'll buy you more than just a pair. Maybe match some with your panties."

You mewled, raising your head and granting him access to your neck.

“You'd do everything your favourite professor tells you to do, wouldn’t you?”

Fuck.

“Andy, I–” You nearly called him Professor Barber when the sounds of knocking on your door caused you and your husband to freeze up.

"Mom, dad,” It was Jacob, “I think Beemo's been collecting… socks under the couch?"

Like a fish out of water, your mind was too blank to respond or even acknowledge the question. Thankfully, Andy was able to do it for you, “We’ll be right there!”

The two of you waited until his footsteps receded before you were able to let out a sigh of relief. Andy, on the other hand, had the audacity to chuckle at you. There was no reason for you to worry about scarring Jacob since Andy had already locked the door.

“Very funny.” You murmured sarcastically, moving off him and loosening the tie, hoping to ignore the ache in between your legs for the time being.

“Hilarious,” He cockily added, standing up with an almost pained groan. He stood behind you before wrapping his arms around your waist, “But this isn’t over.”

You stopped.

“I meant what I said about buying you thigh highs with it. Or better yet, some fishnets because my wife’s not so innocent after all.”

Despite getting cockblocked, he was immensely satisfied to see you shiver.

‘Beemo, are you collecting underwear too?’ You heard Jacob ask the cat incredulously, only for a ‘wait!’, followed by his footsteps going down the stairs, probably chasing the feline with whoever’s briefs or undies he had in his mouth. You could only hope it wasn’t yours.

“And, that’s our cue,” His shoulders slumped, only to growl in your ear, “Wear this for me tomorrow after dinner.”

He then released you with a big smooch on your cheek, exiting the room to find his son, but not before winking at you.

Leaving you to wonder on your own if he’d throw you on the bed or have you on his lap tomorrow.

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» a/n: now is a good time to say; no, I have yet to come back to the series, but I was too stoked about this event and thought 'hey, this should be the best time!'

» consider it as a mini compensation! but I do want to thank you for still sticking around, just know 'future mrs barber' is nowhere near discontinuing! ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

#— reve's reverie 🌹#reve's quirky reverie 🕷#future mrs barber series #andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber x f!reader #andy barber x you #andy barber x y/n #chris evans #chris evans reader #chris evans x reader #defending jacob #defending jacob fic #jacob barber

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succcession · 1 year

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We're gonna have a fucking baby

Kendall Roy x f!reader (Smut) 3.2k word count

Summary: After spending the day with Kendall and his two kids, Kendall admits he frequently fantasizes about having another baby with you. This conversation quickly leads to an intimate night of him trying to make that happen.

“I mean, is this all my life is y/n? Forty years of fucking up”.

“Ken, your life is forty years of being an amazing older brother, a hardworking son, and a great dad! Maybe with a few hiccups along the way but…who's counting?” you exclaimed as you placed a fresh cup of coffee in front of your emotionless boyfriend. His large eyes staring back at his reflection in the black liquid.

“The press is counting, my family is fucking counting. And you don’t have to lie y/n, I know I am neglectful in all those relationships. Especially with my kids” he roughly remarked.

For weeks you had been pushing the idea of Kendall spending more time with his kids. Whenever he had a day off you would throw out suggestions like, “Hey Ken, the weathers great! Maybe we should bring Sophia and Iverson to Central Park.” Or “NYC has so many museums, we should take Sophia to the ballet, and Iverson to the Hall of Science”. Never intending to make Kendall feel like a deadbeat dad. You knew how he admired his kids. Occasionally he just needed a little push to be there for them.

Due to Kendall’s lackluster attitude you figured today wasn’t the day to ask kendall if he wanted to make plans with his kids. Maybe it was the warm Saturday morning air flooding the usually chilling apartment, or the fact that Kendall was finally not in the office on a weekend but you just had to throw out the idea one more time. “Ken, I know you're having a rough day” you said softly as you reached out to squeeze his open hand. “But maybe not being cooped up in the office or your apartment will make you feel better-”

“Look, I know where you're going with this y/n and I’m not going to another one of your fucking pilates classes.” Kendall directly cutting off your sentence before you could finish. You couldn’t help but laugh at your boyfriend's consistent apathy.

“Damn, but I just love seeing you so worked up and sweaty” you retort. “No Ken, I was going to say, why don't we take Sophia and Iverson to the zoo today?” you cheerfully presented. To your surprise Kendalls eyes nearly seemed to light up at the word “zoo” as if something clicked inside of him, almost breaking his depressive state. Kendall responded with a quick “let me call Rava”.

You watched the rows of skyscrapers pass as you and Kendall sat in suffocating silence on the way to Rava’s apartment. Kendall fidgeted in his seat, pulling on his t-shirt, mindlessly switching between apps on his phone before eventually letting out a quiet “you know, you don't have to come if you don't want to y/n, I can pick them up by myself if it makes you more comfortable.” You placed your hand gently on his upper thigh giving a light squeeze as you explained. “Ken, it's really okay. I mean she's the mother of your children! We can't exactly avoid each other forever.” you said, showing a soft smile to assure Kendall of your confidence. Honestly, you and Rava got along fine. Although she was slow to warm up to you, you never took it personally. Who wouldn't be cautious of their drug addict, ex husbands, new girlfriend. Over time her cold demeanor shifted as you two began having small conversations whenever she would pick the kids up. You almost admired Rava in a way. She was beautiful, always looked elegantly put together, successful in her career, and she was an amazing mother. Everything you secretly hoped to one day be for Kendall.

As the car pulled up to Rava’s apartment you mind began to picture how your future might look with Kendall if things continued at the pace they were. Of course, Kendall had joked many times about getting you pregnant and running away together to get married. But you two never had a real discussion about what you saw for your future. You couldn't help but occasionally daydream of you and Kendall standing in an empty room deciding between sage green or soft peach, paint swatches for a nursery. Or rocking your baby to sleep as Kendall softly wrapped his arms around your waist, humming gently in your ear.

Your mind wandered further into your maternal daydream as your day at the zoo went on. Observing how patient and gentle Kendall was Iverson and how lovingly he doted on Sophia, had your heart skipping beats every minute. Making sure to capture hundreds of photos of all the adorable moments. Kendall typically only showed his love in undisclosed ways but with his children it was on full display.

As you and Iverson stared into a tank of swimming otters counting each one that passed, Kendall realized for the first time in weeks he didn’t feel like the world was collapsing in on him. There was something reassuring about watching you point out different frog species with Iverson and hold hands with Sophia, skipping together to each animal. Everytime he heard one of his kids yell “Dad, come look!” served as a reminder that he still had people in his life who cared about him. Who needed him.

Kendalls wandering thoughts were interrupted by a small tug on his sleeve and he looked down to find his daughter sweetly beaming up at him.

“What's up Princess? Are you having a good time?”

“Dad! y/n is so cool and you’re always happier when you're with her!” The young girl exclaimed.

Kendalls entire demeanor softened, and he kneeled down to wrap his arms around Sophia. Hearing those words nearly broke his heart. He was highly aware he wasn’t always at his best when around his kids, but he always tried to fake it for Sophia and Iverson. The fact that his kids could see past the facade made him sick. Just another reminder of the ways he was becoming like his father.

Kendall attempted to hide his shame from Sophia, responding smoothly “Yeah Soph, I guess you’re right about that. Lucky for us, I think y/n is here to stay.” In spite of her fathers hopefully tone, Sophia was hardly a young kid anymore and she could still see the fragment of sadness Kendall felt. She pleaded further “Please dad! y/n is the best! I want her around forever!”. After his divorce Kendall decided remarrying was out of the question for him. The thought of being like his dad; multiple wives with kids he ignored from each, practically gave him nightmares. However, Kendall couldn’t deny that when he met you, his mindset instantly changed. Within only a few months the thought of you having his child definitely crossed his mind more than once. He would catch himself picturing moments like you handing him a pregnancy test with a bright ‘+’ result. Staring up at him with your soft eyes anticipating his reaction. How he would scoop you up in his arms and yell “we're having a baby!” kissing you all over and reminding you how he would take care of you forever. Nonetheless, he always pushed those thoughts aside and never revealed how he really dreamed of you two ending up. The press already had a field day with your age gap, you were really starting to build momentum in your career and the last thing he ever wanted to do was make you feel trapped.

That night you and Kendall sat snuggling on the couch, scrolling through all of the silly photos taken throughout the day. You felt especially safe wrapped in Kendall's arms tonight. Assuming it was just the effects of getting to see Kendalls paternal instincts. He left gentle pecks along your forehead while giggling at every photo of Iverson and Sophia posing with the animals. The effortless time with his kids paired now with your warm body cuddled on top of him reliving the memories was already filling him with a mellow nostalgia.

As you scrolled past a selfie of you kissing Kendall on the cheek you giggled “we would make such cute babies.” Instantly Kendalls ears perked up seeing as he was the one usually joking about making babies.

“Are you kidding? Our kids would be like the next super model, techno DJ, fucking ultra geniuses!”

You expected Kendall to have to have such a teasing reaction but honestly you were being serious.

“Fuck yeah they would!” you joked back, pressing a peck to your boyfriend's lips. Kendall quickly deepened the kiss before pulling back to look at you.

“Did I ever tell you how sexy I think you would look pregnant?” Kendall whispered. “What? Omg Kendall no! You have never told me that” you laughed.

“Come on. What do you think… I think about after I cum in you?” he said with a large grin.

“Ken I- are you serious? Do you really think about you?”

Despite the giggle you let out as you asked, you knew Kendall caught on to the trace of hopefulness behind your question.

“Uh of course, I think about how fucking beautiful my girlfriend would be with my child, yeah.” Kendall assured.

Your heart was nearly pounding out of your chest. Despite being unsure if Kendall was being honest or simply pulling your heartstrings hearing him say those words was making you melt deeper into his arms.

“Mm really? How often?” you teased, hoping to gather more confirmation that Kendall wasn’t just joking.

“Um okay, you want me to be honest?” he asked.

“One hundred percent.” you said.

“Like. Everyday.”

Stunned by his answer, your mouth fell open and stumbled to come up with a response.

“Seeing you with Sophia and Iverson, waking up to you every morning, fuck y/n, you have no idea how bad I want to come home to you and our family.” Kendall continued.

“Our family?” you questioned.

You could sense Kendalls discomfort with your reaction. You hadn’t intended to say that thought aloud but you were speechless. It felt as if the delusional world in your head and reality were swapping places.

Kendalls large eyes were staring into your eyes, anxiety flooding his body, praying you say something else.

“Ken I-” you began, before being interrupted by a distressing Kendall.

“Look y/n its just a thought, I mean I’m definitely not trying to push for something you’re not ready for, like I know your young and-”

Crashing your lips into Kendalls was the only way you knew to shut him up from his fearful rambling.

“But…I want you, Kendall.” you said.

Your hands holding his face to look directly into his dark eyes. “I want all of you. All of your bad habits. All of your ex-wife, Roy family drama baggage. And especially…to have your babies.” you drew out slowly, letting a devilish smile creep onto your face.

That was all the reassurance Kendall needed before he was kissing you deeply , moving to positioning himself in between your thighs, hovering above you.

“Is that really what you want y/n? You want me to make you mine?” His previously trembling voice was now confident and nearly patronizing.

“Mhm baby, only yours” you replied sweetly while attempting to grind your hips up to Kendalls. That slight bit of friction was met with a repressed grunt from Kendall, his hands moving to tightly grip your hips, halting any movement. You could tell Kendall was already craving you. You could feel his dick growing harder as it pressed firmly against your clothed center. The truth was Kendall was hard since the conversation had begun. Even when you had simply joked earlier about making cute babies Kendall couldn’t help the blood that instantly rushed to his cock, causing it to throb against his sweats.

Kendall moved slowly to remove the soft sweater you were wearing, gently helping you to pull out each arm before lifting it over your head. His lips softly connected to your neck. Leaving light pecks, stopping occasionally to gently suck on the skin and admire the small blemishes he was leaving behind. His large hands softly massaging your breasts before his tongue swiftly moved to draw light circles around your nipples. Taking the small bud between his lips and sucking tenderly, making sure to give each nipple equal attention. Your body pushed your chest forward desperately giving in to his delicate touch. His ability to instantly turn you into a moaning mess never failed.

You squirmed beneath him searching for something to grind against, desperate to stimulate the area he was ignoring.

“This is what you’ve been waiting for isn’t it? For me to fuck you and make you mine? Already so eager for my fucking cum in you. My pretty girl” Kendall taunted softy. Watching you gasp as your back arched into him.

“Please Ken” you pleaded.

His fingers trace slowly down your body, finally making contact with your touch deprived center. Using two fingers to rub soft circles on your clit and slide them through your slick folds pressing firmly against your slit. His fingers were instantly covered in your wetness before he even dipped them into your pussy.

Kendall stared into your eyes as he brought the first finger he used to spread your pussy to his lips. Sliding the digit slowly into his mouth, “Fuck! You taste so good”. Bringing his second finger to your mouth with a commanding “suck”. You gladly accepted and softly sucked on the flesh tasting yourself before Kendall removed the finger with a loud popping sound.

He quickly moved from between your thighs to kneeling at the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms firmly around your thighs and pulling your dripping pussy level to his mouth. You cried out as his lips connected directly to your exposed clit. Kendall hummed into your pussy as he tongued the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hands grasped desperately searching for something to hold onto as you felt your orgasm building in your stomach. Kendall removed his firm grasp from around your hips and found your hands, interlocking his fingers with yours. “Fuck Ken! You’re gonna- make me cum! Please- please don't stop!” You cried out, squeezing his hands harder feeling your eyes close shut. On nights when Kendall was feeling especially dominating, now is when he would completely pull away. Always trying to see how many times he could bring you to the edge before he finally gave you permission to cum. However, tonight was different. Kendall was on a mission to prove just how good he could make you feel, how bad he wanted to give you everything, that he would truly take care of you. His cock was leaking with precum appreciating every sound that left your body as he continued working your pussy. Rapidly licking at your slit and sucking on your clit until finally the knot building in your stomach released. You couldn't stop the dramatic stream of moans that left your body.

“Oh my God Ken!”

“Good girl” Kendall hummed as you attempted to catch your breath feeling your sensitive pussy throbbing inside.

You yelped, as you felt Kendalls mouth return to your overstimulated clit leaving light kisses while he worked to remove his sweatpants and boxers.

Kendall gently lifted you in both arms and softly laid you back down in the center of the bed. Taking his time to kiss you deeply as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. His chest heaving against yours as he lowered his waist. His dick finally making contact where you had been craving it most, smoothly grinding his tip in between your folds.

He buried his head in the crook of your neck, his dark voice whispering lowly into your ear “You’re my fucking girl.”

“I’m all yours Ken.”

“And this.” Kendall moved his hands to lightly slap his dripping head against your clit, “is my fucking pussy.” His aggressive words muttered with affection and tenderness.

“It’s your pussy Kendall. Forever”

Gradually Kendall began pushing his tip into your soaking entrance, taking his time to guide his cock deeper. Halting his movements frequently to feel you stretch around him.

“Fuck! I love you.” He grunted when his cock finally bottomed out. Dropping all his weight onto your hips, rocking deeply into you. His body was pressed so tightly against yours making you feel especially small and protected. His pelvic bone brushing against your clit with every thrust as he smoothly gained aggression.

Breathy mumbles of “I love you too Kendall, I love you so much” left your lips. His powerful thrust sending electricity straight from your brain to your pussy and through every inch of your body. The sound of your wet pussy dripping around Kendalls cock, his warm breath brushing your neck as he moaned deeply instinctively made you wrap your legs tightly around his hips. Although Kendall had intended to be soft with you tonight he couldn't stop himself from pounding into you ruthlessly. He could feel your pussy tightening around his cock with each thrust signaling you were close to cumming once again.

“Fuck baby! Why are you so fucking wet for me huh? Does it turn you on knowing I’m gonna cum in that fucking pussy? My pretty girl, gonna have my baby?”

He wasn’t expecting a real answer, only seeking to push you closer to cumming on his cock. He was using everything in him not to cum before you and you could feel his smooth pace become more erratic as he snapped his hips harshly against yours.

Letting go of his tight grasp around your body to balance with his forearms on either side of your head. Holding your face with his hands, pressing his forehead lightly atop yours.

“You want my fucking cum?” He questioned, doing his best to maintain a firm tone as he held back his orgasm.

“Yes Ken! I want your cum, baby! Please!” you cried out.

“Tell me where you want it. Tell me where you want me to cum baby”. He was fucking into you at a brutual pace watching as tears began forming in the corners of your eyes.

“Fuck! In my pussy Ken, please cum inside me!” you pleaded as his words drew you to your second orgasm. That was all Kendall needed to hear before he was releasing deep inside you with a powerful thrust. It felt as if you could feel his cum hitting your cervix as he maintained his rough pace, fucking his cum deeper into you. Kendall could feel his orgasm rushing through his entire body, his cock throbbing inside of you, twitching, as he felt your nails drag down his back and your pussy squeezing around him. Milking every ounce of pleasure.

Kendall slowly pulled out you with a deep sigh. The loss of contact, already causing you to feel empty. You were yearning for him to reach out his arms again and pull you into a deep hug. Kendall traced his fingers lightly over your stomach, remaining silent as he studied every inch of your body before dropping to lay down on his back next to you. “Is he already regretting this?” You thought to yourself as Kendall laid silently staring up at the ceiling. You could feel you heart slowly sinking, letting out a soft sigh as you sat up and began shuffling off the bed. Your movements, quickly interrupted by Kendall reaching to pull your body into his lap. Straddling him, his toned arms pulled you into him tightly. Your chests rose and fell in sync as you both breathe in deeply. You feel Kendalls chests begin to vibrate beneath you and he lets out a loud chuckle, brightly exclaiming “We’re gonna have a fucking baby!”

#kendall roy #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy oneshot #succession smut #succession season 4 #kendall succession #succession headcanons #kendall roy x you #kendall roy fluff #kendall roy imagine #kendall roy smut

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sarahsmi13s · 1 year

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Told Them (pt 1)

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x wife!reader

characters: jake seresin, y/n seresin, grayson seresin, kennedy seresin, dagger squad, penny benjamin

warnings: third person pov, she/her pronouns used, domestic hangman, grayson feels like a burden bc of his injuries, i believe that’s it

word count: ~2.9k

a/n: 3/3 (1/3) okay so I know i said this was supposed to be 3 parts but had i done this last part all at once it would have been unproportional: 3.4k (part 1), 2.9k (part 2) and then 9.4k (part 3)

soooo i broke part three up into 3 parts

lightly proof-read

part 3 summary: after nearly losing his son, jake decides to tell the team about his family and invites them to his home for a cookout

part 3.1 summary: the morning of the cookout and the seresins are getting ready

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3.2 pt 3.3

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Saturday was finally here, and Y/N was stressing out over everything.

“Kenni, did you pick your toys up out of the backyard?” She asked as she moved around the kitchen. “Yes, Mama.” “Did you get your toys out of the living room?” “Yes, Mama.” “Did you put them away, away?” Nothing. “Kennedy, did you put your toys away?” “I put them in my room.” Y/N shrugged, “Good enough for now. They won’t go in there.”

“Y/N, Sweetheart, slow down. It’s not even ten o’clock yet. People won’t show up until three.”

Turning to Jake, Y/N threw her dusting rag at him, “Doesn’t mean I can’t make sure the house is clean.” He laughs with a shake of his head and throws the rag back at her, “Whatever you say.”

Grayson’s voice cut through the morning cartoon his sister was watching, “Dad!” “Yeah?” “Could you bring me a water?” Jake turns to the fridge, grabbing a cold bottle out of it, “Be there in a second!” “Kay, thank you!”

ake placed the cold bottle on the back of his wife’s neck. “Jacob!” He chuckled, “Let me get this to Grayson and then I’ll help.” “Thank you, Honey.” “Of course.”

*******

After Y/N and Jake cleaned the kitchen, living room, downstairs bathroom, and picked up the backyard they got the kids ready.

Now yes, Grayson was 16 but he also just got home from the hospital and needed someone just in case.

“Ken, do you have an outfit picked out to meet Daddy’s friends?” Y/N asked, walking into the living room from outside. She shook her head. Y/N nodded, “That’s okay. Do you want to pick it out yourself, do you want Mama and Daddy to help you pick, or do you want Mama to pick?” “Can you and Daddy help me pick? I want them to like it.” “Princess, they’re gonna love it. They saw a photo of you the other day and they can’t wait to meet you,” Jake said as he squatted in front of her.

“I’m right here, Dad,” Grayson teased. Jake rolled his eyes playfully, “They can’t wait to meet you either kiddo.”

Y/N looked between her son and her husband. “Hey, Kenni, why don’t you go up and pick out three pairs of bottoms and three shirts? Daddy and I will be up in a minute.” The five year old nodded and happily ran up the stairs on all fours. Y/N shook her head laughing, “That girl…” “She’s your daughter, for sure.”

“Grayson, did you pick something out or were you just gonna wing it about thirty minutes before?” Grayson sighed, “Mama, my clothes are upstairs. I can’t go upstairs. But I do have an outfit in mind.”

Y/N nodded, “Okay. Well let us get Ken sorted out and then will get your clothes for you okay, just send me the clothes you want.” He nodded, “Okay.” “Change the channel if you want,” Jake said when he stood up.

Both Y/N and Jake headed up the stairs.

“Do they know?” Y/N asked when they got to the top of the stairs. Sighing, he shook his head, “No, but I wasn’t gonna tell them without you.” She nodded, “Okay, do they even know he’s 16?” Jake shook his head, “I’m honestly not sure how old they think he is.” Y/N let out a shaky breath, “Okay.”

“Hey,” he grabbed her shoulders. “I know you’re nervous. But they are going to love all of you. They will not give two shits, okay. If I thought they’d have a problem with it, I wouldn’t have wanted you to meet them. Your happiness and the kids’ happiness are my top priority.”

She nodded, “I know. I love you.” He kissed her, “I love you too. Now, let’s go see what Kennedy has picked out for herself.”

When they got to their daughter's room, she was actually cleaning but had the 3 outfits on her bed.

“Princess, what are you doing?” Kennedy just shrugged, “Putting toys away. I picked outfits, so I put my toys away.” Both of her parents smiled at her.

Kennedy usually found things to busy herself with if she had to. She got that from Jake; ‘I did a task, let me see what else I can do while I still have the energy to do it.’

“Thank you, Sweetheart. Good job,” Y/N praised her daughter. They had learned when Grayson was little that praise encourages them to do things like this without really having to be asked.

“Let’s see what you’ve got picked out, okay?” Jake said as he lowered himself to the floor. Y/N sat right by the bed and looked over what she had picked out. Kennedy came over and sat in Jake’s lap.

“Okay, how do we wanna do this?” Kennedy just shrugged. Y/N nodded, “Alright. Let’s tackle the bottoms first. Do you want to wear a skirt or shorts?” Kennedy hesitated, “Hmmm, shorts.” Y/N sat the skirt aside. “Okay, and do you want jean shorts or shorts like Mama has on?” Jake asked, referring to the athletic shorts Y/N had on. “Jean.” Y/N pulled down the jean shorts and put them in her lap.

“Which shirt do you want? Captain America, cow, or plane?”

Kennedy adored Captain America, mainly because he reminded her of her dad; which is the cutest thing. The ‘cow’ shirt was actually a University of Texas ‘Longhorn’ shirt that her aunt sent her for her birthday. Then the ‘plane’ shirt was actually one of Y/N’s old shirts, with a tiny paper airplane on it, that her mom made into a shirt for her granddaughter. And underneath it says ‘h_ng-girl’ because Kennedy loves her dad.

“Plane!” She said excitedly. Y/N smiled, glancing at Jake who was smiling down at his daughter. “Alright, sweet pea, let's put it on and see what Daddy thinks,” Y/N said, getting up and holding her hand out. “No peeking,” Kennedy said as she got up. Jake laughed and covered his eyes, “No peeking.”

Y/N quickly changed her daughter’s clothes, “Okay, you can look now, Jake.”

Jake slid his hand down his face, arching a brow as he looked over. “Princess, you look beautiful.” Kennedy giggled and ran to her dad, arms wrapping around his neck.

“Ken, do you want to help get Bubba's clothes and take them to him?” She nodded and followed Y/N out of the bedroom, Jake not too far behind.

Grabbing what Grayson had texted her out of his drawers, Y/N handed the items to her daughter, “Will you go give these to Grayson, sister?” Kennedy nodded, wrapping her arms around the sweat-shorts and black t-shirt before running out of the room.

“Kennedy, be careful! Do not run down the stairs!” Y/N called out, peeking out the door frame just to see Kennedy slide downstairs on her butt.

She groaned and rested her head on Jake’s chest, “That girl is you made over I swear.” Jake chuckled and kissed the top of her head, “You love it.” She hummed and wrapped her arms around his waist, “That I do.”

Placing a kiss to his chest, Y/N pulled back, “I’m gonna shower. You go help Grayson, and then you shower while I’m getting ready.” “Yes, ma’am,” Jake mock saluted and kissed her.

Jake went to the living room where Grayson was still propped up on the couch, watching something on the TV. “You ready?”

Grayson jumped a little, startled by Jake’s sudden presence in the room. “Uh, yeah.” He moves to push himself up off the couch, but Jake stops him. “Grayson,” Jake helped him get to his crutches before grabbing the clothes off the couch.

“How are your ribs?” “A little sore, I need to put ice on them but I can do that after I change.” Jake nodded and followed him to the guest room and waited outside after placing the clothes on the bed.

It was silent for a minute before Grayson spoke, “Hey Dad?” Jake could hear the anxiety in his voice. “What’s up, kid?” He heard him sigh. “Grayson, what’s wrong?” “I don’t know. I just- I feel like I’m gonna be a major buzzkill.” “They’ll understand, Gray.”

“Um, hey, could you come in here?” Jake glanced at Kennedy who was curled into a pillow watching the movie that was on. “Yeah.”

Grayson was sitting on the bed, “Could you, uh, could you help me with my shoes?” Jake nodded and knelt down, sliding the socks onto Grayson’s feet.

“God, I feel like a child.” “Technically, you are.” Jake chuckled and looked up, clearing his throat when he saw the unamused look on his son’s face. “Not helping, got it.” Grayson groaned and rubbed his face.

“Talk to me, what’s wrong?” Grayson hit the mattress with his hands, “I just- I hate this. And it’s only been 6 days, Dad. 6 days!” “It’s hard, I remember when your mom was on crutches, she hated it.”

“I feel useless, you know. Like I can’t help you or Mom around the house. Mom can’t go to work because I can’t do anything for myself… it sucks.” Jake nodded, listening to his son talk and jerked his head up when Grayson sniffled.

Jake abandoned the shoe in his hand and sat beside him. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay. It’s okay.” Grayson used the back of his hand to wipe his eyes, “I’m sorry.” Jake shook his head, confused, “Why are you sorry?” “For getting upset about this. For being a burden.”

Jake held his hand up, “No, that is not what we’re gonna do. You are allowed to be upset, son. This is a difficult adjustment for everyone. But never, ever think you are a burden for something that is not your fault. You got hit, you had the right of way and someone hit you. This is not your fault.”

“But Mom has to do everything for me! She’s going to have to cancel clients to babysit me because I can barely do anything for myself. She’s gonna be losing money for weeks!” “Her clients will understand,” Jake tried to reason. Grayson just shook his head.

“How about we talk more about it later with your mom? We can work something out, but right now let’s focus on tonight, yeah?” Jake offered. Grayson took in a shaky breath, “Yeah, yeah that sounds good.”

Jake smiled and moved to put Grayson’s shoe on. “Have you told Mom about any of that?” He shook his head, “No, she’s already doing so much, I didn’t want to pile on..” “Okay, we’ll make sure to talk about it later okay?” Grayson nodded and stood up with assistance from his crutches.

Jake got him an ice-pack and a towel before going upstairs to shower.

****

Upstairs, Y/N had showered and was braiding her wet hair, before putting on light makeup. “Looking good, pretty girl,” Jake said as he walked by, smacking her towel covered butt. “Thank you, pretty boy.”

Jake turned the shower on, “Grayson’s having a hard time.” Y/N sighed as she tied the small elastic in her hair. “Says he feels bad for not helping around the house,” Jake said as he undressed before stepping in the shower.

She grabbed her mascara and opened it, “He shouldn’t, it’s not his fault.” Jake stepped under the stream, “I know. I told him as much. But it didn’t change his mind. He also feels like a burden because you’re gonna have to take time off from work to take care of him.” “That boy…” She sighed and closed the mascara. “I told him that we’d talk about it later tonight.” “Sounds good.”

Y/N walked out and into their bedroom, getting dressed in a matching set of underwear.

She stepped out into the hall and at the top of the steps, but out of view, “Kennedy?” “Yeah Mama?” “Do you wanna help me pick out an outfit?”

No words were said but she could hear Grayson chuckle as Kennedy’s bare feet slapped the floor as she ran to the stairs, climbing them.

Kennedy ran past her mom, grabbing her hand and dragging her to the bedroom.

The five year old climbed up on the bed and sat down. Y/N kissed her head and went to the closet. She pulled down a sundress and stepped back into the room, “Dress? Yes or no?” Kennedy tilted her head, “Put it on!” Y/N laughed, “Oh, so you want a fashion show?” Her daughter giggled and nodded.

Shaking her head, she slipped it off the hangar and then over her head. “What do you think?” Kennedy took her pointer finger and made a circle motion, something she learned from her dad.

Y/N laughed and spun in a circle. Kennedy once again tilted her head and tapped her chin. She ultimately shook her head, “Not tonight Mama.” Y/N quickly took it off and put it back on the hangar.

She went back into the closet and tapped her chin in thought. “Ken, do you want to pick out what I try on?”

Two little feet thumped on the floor and a blonde blur was at her side soon after.

“Let’s choose pants first,” Y/N said as she picked her up. She went to the pants section of the closet and Kennedy ran her hand over the hangars. The little girl closed her eyes and went a few more seconds before stopping, “These!” She did her best to pluck the hangar of the rod.

It was a pair of light wash overalls that were distressed all over the front of the leg. Y/N took the pants from Kennedy, “Oooo, these are nice! Good choice. Now, let’s pair it with a shirt.”

She took the hangar from her daughter and placed the article on the bed before going to her drawers. She put Kennedy down and pulled open the drawer.

Y/N had a few shirts that she wore with those pants, so she grabbed them and laid them out.

“Okay, I want you to pick one of these shirts for me to try on. Think you can do that, Kenni?” She nodded, eyes already scanning the shirts. She grabbed a ribbed white tank-top and held it out to her mom. Smiling, Y/N ruffled the girl's hair, receiving an annoyed whine in return, “Thank you, honey.”

She put on the outfit and looked at Kennedy, who was smiling and nodding. “Yeah? This it?” Kennedy nodded, “Wait!”

She ran to the chair by the bathroom door, and grabbed the button-up that was on it, “This!” Y/N laughed, “Sweetheart, that’s Daddy’s.” “And? Put it on!” She shook the shirt, urging her mom to take it. Y/N rolled her eyes fondly and put it on, cuffing the sleeve of the green denim shirt.

Y/N walked over to the full body mirror and adjusted the shirt, bending over to cuff the legs of her overalls.

“Mama, you look pretty! Doesn’t she, Daddy?”

Y/N turned to her daughter, seeing Jake drying his hair with a towel. “You’re Mama always looks pretty, K.” Kennedy rolled her eyes, “I know that, silly. But-” She gestured to her mom, “Look at her!” Jake chuckled and kissed his daughter’s forehead before going to his wife and doing the same.

“You look gorgeous, Honey.” Y/N hummed and kissed his lips, “Thank your daughter, she has impeccable taste.” Jake smiled and kissed her temple, “I love seeing you in my clothes.”

Before anything else could be said, Kennedy pulled on Y/N’s pant leg, “Can you do my hair, please?” Y/N nodded, “Of course, baby.”

She turned to Jake, “All of your clean underwear and undershirts are in the basket still.” “Thank you, Sweetheart,” he pecked her lips and spun her. “Now go, so I can get dressed.” Y/N scoffed, but giggled afterwards and nudged Kennedy out of the room towards the kids’ bathroom.

“How do you want it done?” Y/N asked as she sat Kennedy on the counter. “Like the blonde Black Widow.” “Yelena?” Kennedy nodded, “Yeah, her!” “Okay, so you want the braids?” She nodded. “Alright, do you want to brush it or do you want me to brush it?” “You, please.” Y/N smiled and picked up the brush and did her daughter’s hair.

*******

After doing her daughter’s hair she went downstairs, daughter on her hip.

“Daddy, Gray! Look, my hair is like blonde Black Widow!” Grayson smiled, “It looks great sister. Do you want to watch Black Widow with me?” Kennedy nodded adamantly and wiggled out of her mom’s hold.

“Your hair looks amazing, Princess. Mama did a good job didn’t she?” Kennedy nodded as she gently cuddled into her brother’s uninjured side. “Yeah, thank you Mama!” “You’re welcome, sweetie. Dad and I will be in the kitchen if you need us okay?” Both kids nodded as the opening to Black Widow played.

“Wait,” Grayson called, reaching to his side. “Could you put this back in the freezer?” Y/N nods and takes the ice-pack, “Course, when will you need it again?” “Probably right before I go to bed. If it hurts at all I’ll let you know.” She nods and she and Jake go to the kitchen to begin prep.

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ft. Izana Kurokawa, Ken (Draken) ryuguji, Manjiro (Mikey) sano, Haitani Rindou and Kazutora Hanemiya

Cw: english is not my first language, there may be translation errors, cute content, Genderless! reader. Maybe it can cause triggers in some

You were very pretty, and consequently, you were popular at school. And this popularity increased even more, when they discovered that you were the girlfriend of the infamous Izana Kurokawa, of course, this made many girls jealous and wishing they were there, in your place.

It was a normal day, you had to get ready and go to school, but when you got there, you noticed an abnormal movement. Girls whispering and laughing, boys pointing at you and doing the same...it was weird, and it got worse when you were called to the principal's office. Reasons? Intimate photos of you had been spread, and it was in all the students' groups and cell phones, what was initially supposed to be an ordinary day, became your worst nightmare. Sweating hands, rolling tears, sobs, everything could be heard outside that room.

Obviously, you got suspended, that was so unfair. When Kurokawa found out about this, immense hatred rose through the brunette's veins, and he immediately went to his school. Even though you said no, and that it wasn't necessary, he was blind with anger.

In the end, they discovered who had spread her photos, and what happened to the girl, it was terribly cruel (and deserved)

Draken could easily kill someone there, his anger was so much that he couldn't contain it. But at the same time he was angry, he was bad and very bad. And the reasons? It was obvious, pictures of you everywhere and cell phones, that shit pissed him off on an impossible level.

But that wasn't the most important thing, not now. The taller one was behind the bathroom door, listening to his loud sobs, it broke the blonde's heart. Seeing your little boy bursting into tears, all because of some son of a bitch.

After a few minutes, which felt more like hours, you finally left the bathroom. Swollen eyes, aching head and wet face, that's how you looked, Ken felt bad, obviously. He thinks he's so incompetent, how could someone he swore to protect go through this?

-mini time break-

After calming you down, the taller one made a point of going after the person who did such an act, well, he would have easily killed that unfortunate man if it weren't for his friends who accompanied him.

Manjiro Sano was calmly browsing his social media when he suddenly came across a series of photos of his girlfriend being shared. Initially, a slight frown appeared on his face, but soon after, it gave way to a bulging vein and clenched fists.

He clicked on the images to see what they were about, and when he opened them, he realized that they were intimate photos of him, capturing compromising and testing moments of y/n. Mikey could see himself being overcome with anger, without thinking twice, he texted the person, who immediately responded. They talked for a while, and with each response from the boy, his anger only increased.

While he was exchanging messages, the blonde received a call from you, where you were in tears, which made him even angrier. Amidst the sobs, you said who you thought could be the owner of the profile, just like that, Manjiro hung up the phone and immediately went to his motorcycle.

By pure irony of fate, he bumped into his ex — owner of the page — on the street. What did he do? The most obvious. He got off the motorcycle and started punching him, without caring if there were people around, with each punch you could hear him groaning in pain. Mikey only stopped, because some police officers arrived and took him off his ex, if that hadn't happened, the boy would have killed that guy.

Rindou Haitani was walking down the school hallway, when suddenly, he heard agitated whispers around him. Intrigued, he noticed a group of students focused on their phones, whispering nervously. As he got closer, Rindou realized the worst: someone was spreading photos of his girlfriend, intimate moments shared without permission.

His initial look of confusion turned into a mixture of shock and contained anger. The curious gazes turned to Rindou, who remained calm, but the intensity in his eyes revealed the underlying fury. He took a deep breath before addressing the situation.

"I didn't expect that from you," Rindou muttered in a cold voice, his imposing posture intimidating even the bravest. The murmurs stopped when he threw the first punch at one of the boys.

After beating everyone who was present there, he made sure that no one knew about it, of course, to prevent this he broke those idiots' cell phones. That way, none of them could spread the photos.

Kazutora was relaxing at home when he received a notification on his cell phone. When he opened it, he found photos of him being shared on social media without his permission. His normally calm face contorted into a mixture of surprise and anger.

He clenched his fists, feeling anger pulse through his veins as his eyes narrowed in disapproval. He stood up abruptly, the chair dragging across the floor, echoing his irritation. Worry immediately took over him, worried about the impact this could have on the person he loves.

Wasting no time, Kazutora called y/n to reassure her and assure her that he was there to support her. While he remained calm on the call, inside he was seething with a quiet determination to find the source of the disclosure and make them pay for invading his partner's privacy.

The atmosphere around him became tense as Kazutora began to orchestrate his response. His mind was buzzing with plans to face this situation, vowing to protect those who were important to him. The fury in his eyes reflected the unbreakable loyalty he felt for the person he chose to love.

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mrwavellswaps · 2 years

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A Second Lease

Jay placed a hand on his dad’s back to comfort him as he unloaded all of his recent struggles. You see over the past few months, Jay’s father Ken had made some dramatic changes in his life. First of which was splitting from his Wife of 30+ years shortly after he came out of the closet as a gay man. It was tough for everyone involved but thankfully Jay, being gay himself, was there to help his dad along the way.

After the dust had settled Ken tried not to waste any more time, already soon approaching his 50s, and jumped on the gay dating scene. But it didn’t go as smoothly as he’d hoped. Most gay men his age that he was into were either already in a committed relationship, lived ridiculously far away or were only into younger dudes. And so this eventually lead to Ken feeling a little hopeless. Seeing this, Jay offered to go on a camping trip with his father where they found themselves talking more in depth about Ken’s struggles.

The two sat on the edge of an old shallow Well, dangling their feet just above the water while they talked things through. Of course Jay sympathised with his dad, it couldn’t have been easy for the older generation of gay men that were too afraid to come out until now. In fact that was part of the reason he had brought his dad to this Well in particular. Apparently the Well was rumoured to have magical properties on night’s where the moon was full. Just like this one.

“Oh what I would do if I was your age again…” Ken looked over at his son, a built 22 year-old in the prime of his life. “And to live in a time where you don’t have to be afraid to be yourself… I’m jealous but at least you get to live the life I couldn’t.” It was a sweet moment that seemed to bring the pair closer, even sharing a short hug before Jay interjected with a strange question.

“Would you want to live my life?”

Ken gave his son a puzzled look but before he could give a proper answer Jay reached into his pocket and pulled out an old penny. He stared down at the coin for moment before glancing up at his dad and then down at the well.

“I wish I could trade lives with my dad.” Jay stated with an almost stern voice before flicking the coin into the shallow waters. Hearing this caused a swift laugh to erupt from his dad.

“Trust me son, you don’t want my body.” Ken chuckled as he gave his son a pat on the back. “Just savour your youth while you can.” Though it seemed silly, Ken still appreciated the gesture his son was trying to make.

“Oh come on dad, it’ll just be temporary for a month or two. You deserve this!” Jay urged.

Upon hearing this Ken became slightly confused again. Why was his son talking about this as if his wish were actually to come true? It was sweet and all but kinda pointless he thought. Despite that he agreed with Jay that if he could do it temporarily then he’d adore being able to live life through his Son’s younger eyes.

After this the two continued to sit and chat for awhile longer until the late evening turned to night with only the full moon to light their way as the pair traveled back to where they’d set up camp. They said their goodnight’s before entering their respective tents and finally falling asleep to the sounds of wildlife chirping away through the night.

———

Ken awoke somewhat early the next morning to the sound of a pot clanking outside his tent. His first thought was that Jay had already gotten up and decided to cook some breakfast for himself. As his eyes opened fully however, he noticed something was off. This wasn’t his tent. This wasn’t his sleeping bag. These weren’t his things strewn around the tent. It was all his son’s!

He was already confused as it was but on top of everything else, even his own body felt off in a weird way that he couldn’t quite explain. First of which was having such a strong morning wood. He hadn’t had one this hard and potent in years. But more so than that he felt… larger? It wasn’t until he unzipped the sleeping bag that he realised why. Ken couldn’t hold in a gasp of shock when he no longer saw his lean 49 year old frame but instead the larger, muscled physique of a man in his prime. It wasn’t just any physique though. It took him a moment to realise as he’d never seen it from this angle but… it was his son’s body!

The man was still trying to process what was even happening as he explored his body in curiosity. Ken brushed his hands along his torso, allowing them to glide over Jay’s defined pecs and down his strong abdomen until he reached his crotch. There he could see his son’s cock straining against his boxer briefs, just begging to be let out. Of course Ken’s first instinct was to whip it out and stroke until he busted a huge load over his crotch and muscled torso… but should he? If this really is his son’s body then would it be wrong? Before he came to an answer however, a voice called from outside the tent.

“Sounds like you’re awake in there dad. Come out and have some breakfast with me.” The voice left Ken even more perplexed because, well, it was his voice! He didn’t know how to reply so he simply grabbed a pair of his son’s grey joggers, pulled them on (while doing his best to ignore the boner), and unzipped his tent. What he saw left him speechless. There sat beside the camp stove was none other than himself! “Ah finally. I thought you were gonna sleep in all morning dad. Well… I guess I should be calling you son now.”

After a few moments of sheer shock, Ken finally processed what this lookalike of his had said. “J… Jay!? Is that you!?!?” He was even more shocked to hear his son’s voice come from his own mouth.

“Well technically you're Jay now, but yes it's me."

Ken was bewildered not only by the situation itself but the fact that his son was seemingly so calm about it. Jay even pulled up a chair while urging his dad to come sit next to him so he could explain the situation.

“Okay I’ll be honest, I didn’t pick this camping spot randomly. You remember the Well we were sat by last night? Well there’s sort of an urban legend around it that states it being a real wishing Well during a full moon with real magic inside it!” As Jay explained, Ken’s rational mind told him this was all nonsense but at the same time he was looking over at his own body! “I didn’t believe it at first but I made a dumb wish last month and it actually came true the next day!”

“What… did you wish for?” Ken asked, still trying to get this all through his head.

“Well I’ve always been insecure about my feet. I always thought they were so tiny compared to most dudes. So I made a wish and boom.”

Ken looked down at what were now his feet in confusion. “But Jay you’ve always had big feet. I mean what are they? Size 13?” He wriggled his toes a little as he said this.

“Exactly.” Jay smirked. “The wishes tend to make everyone around think the change is normal.”After that Jay went on to explain his motives behind this wish. He’d seen just how tough things had been for his Dad since coming out. How he had to struggle with half the family hating him in silence for leaving his wife after so many years. Not to mention struggling to find his way in the gay community. Seeing it all unfold made Jay want to give his dad a break from all that and chance to be younger again. “Don’t worry it’s only temporary as well. We can always come back on another full moon and wish ourselves back to normal. Let’s say two months from now.”

Ken had no idea what to feel. So many mixed emotions were floating around in his mind as he looked down at his son’s large pecs again, now his own! “Jay I-I don’t know what to say… this is… this is… unbelievable…”

“You don’t have to say anything dad. Just enjoy my body. And don’t worry my boyfriend already knows about this and he’s cool with you using my body to hook up with other dudes as well. Just don’t do anything too crazy alright.” Jay finished in a rather stern, almost fatherly tone.

In response Ken couldn’t help but get up and pull Jay in for a hug. He was filled with so much gratitude for his son’s generosity. Not many son’s would do something this incredible for their father and yet here they were. After giving Jay a huge thank you, Ken sat back down now with a huge smile on his son’s face. In his head he was already thinking of all the fun he was going to have.

Afterwards the two proceeded to have an interesting breakfast before eventually packing up all their things and heading back home. Ken, now driving his son’s car, dropped Jay off at the very home he grew up in only now he owned it. Shortly after Ken drove himself back to Jay’s apartment where he was eager to get some alone time to explore himself a little more.

———

The moment Jay opened the front door, he could hear the TV rumbling away in the living room. With a smile he waltzed around the corner to see his boyfriend Leon sat on the sofa.

“Heeeyyyy guess who!” He said using his father’s deep but smooth voice.

Leon spun his head around to see none other than his boyfriends dad but he knew exactly who was really in the driver’s seat. “Oh wow I can’t believe you actually went through with it!” The lean hunk jumped up from where he was sat in excitement. “Where is he now? How did he take it?”

“Pretty well. He was a bit shocked at first but once he realised the situation you shoulda seen the way his face lit up… or my face I guess. As for where I just dropped him off at our apartment, said he could do what he liked as long as he kept my life in order.”

“So does that mean we have your dad’s house all to ourselves in the meantime?” Leon moved closer to Jay, placing a hand on his chest.

“Mhm, we absolutely do.” Jay grinned down at his sexy (now much younger) boyfriend as the man explored his body. He even let out a satisfied grunt as Leon grabbed his bulge, squeezing it a little before going in for a kiss. You see the reasons Jay had explained to his dad about the swap was only half of the story. In truth another reason why Jay was so willing to swap with his dad was because Leon had recently let it slip that he’d had a crush on Jay’s dad for quite some time. And so after Jay found out about the Well and it’s power he figured he could hit two birds with one stone.

It wasn’t long before the pair were back on the couch, Jay’s pants and boxers tossed to one side as he laid down. He felt a bit weird about it for a moment, seeing his dad’s dick between his legs. Especially as it began to harden at the sight of Leon undressing himself. It was a tad longer than his own but not quite as thick. But then his boyfriend whispered something in Jay’s ear that he never imagined would turn him on so much.

“Fuck me with the dick that made you…”

Suddenly Jay’s now 49 year old cock sprung up as hard as could be. It was like some kind of sex demon that’d been locked away in his father’s body had suddenly been unleashed as the next thing they knew Jay was slamming his dad’s member into his boyfriends tight hole, dominating him in every which way. Their moans echoing through the house as Leon had one of his deepest fantasies full-filled. Literally. After a good 15 minutes or so of none stop fucking, Jay unloaded his dad’s balls inside Leon with probably one of the biggest loads that body had ever shot.

Once all was said and done the two collapsed in a hot mess with Jay still plunged deep inside. His dad’s body might’ve still had some good stamina for its age but he still found himself completely exhausted after all that.

Leon let out a long satisfied sigh. “That… was amazing Jay. You’ve just set a high bar for yourself when you and your dad swap back.”

“Ah ah, for the next two months I’m not Jay. It’s Mr. Kellerman to you.” The older man chuckled while kissing along his boyfriends neck. He’d already began to sink in to his temporary identity as his own father, Ken Kellerman. Had Leon not already busted a load, he certainly would’ve after hearing that.

———

Meanwhile across town, Ken had been settling into his son’s apartment. He allowed himself awhile to take it all in. After all this was where he’d be staying for the next 2 months. It was a rather new place that Jay and Leon had bought so he’d never actually had a chance to come over and see it all yet. Not with everything that’d been going on recently.

Soon enough Ken found himself in the bathroom however, stood in front of the mirror and staring deeply at his reflection. God it was so jarring. Seeing the features of his son’s face move under his control as he inspected them. Seeing how dark and full his hair was compared to his former silver look. Seeing the lack of wrinkles across his face along with such youthfulness in his eyes. Not to mention how huge his new body was!

He already knew his son was well built of course and he that knew even more so when he woke up that morning but actually seeing it reflected back at him… it was something else. Seeing the way his shirt stretched over his pecs, the way it’s sleeves strained around his biceps, the way his joggers perfectly framed his muscled ass. He scolded himself for even turning around to check it out. This was his son’s ass that he was admiring for Christ’s sake, even if it was his for the time being.

Ken told himself that he should stop. That he should just start preparing himself to live Jay’s life already. But the temptation was too much. He’d began pulling off his shirt when he had an even better idea instead. He grabbed the neckline of the shirt with both hands before using his newfound strength the rip it open completely, exposing his bare torso. He felt a massive surge of adrenaline and testosterone as he tossed the tattered shreds to ground. “FUCK YEAH!” He roared while throwing his huge new arms up into double bicep pose, watching as they bulged with power in the reflection. With that all reason went out the window as Ken started grabbing, flexing and caressing his new muscle in every way possible. He gave by far the most attention to his pecs though. How could he not?! His son had built them so well, looking so wide and powerful as he couldn’t stop himself from bouncing them a little. Even going as far as the tweak his nipples while grunting in satisfaction.

All the excitement had caused a massive tent to arise in Ken’s joggers. He was so damn horny that he didn’t even think twice about kicking them off and gripping and his son’s member this time. From what he could tell it was tiny bit shorter than his own but a fair bit thicker at the same time. He could only just fit his hand the whole way around. Then before he knew it the bathroom was filled with the murmurs of a young man generously beating his meat.

“Mmmm fuuuck… I’m such a hunk…” He muttered to himself as he watched his reflection jacking off. “So young and buff…” His gaze tracing over the muscular ridges across his body before of course giving himself another flex. “Ufff my name’s Jay and I gave my sexy young body to my dad huhuhuhuh” Ken chuckled dumbly “My dad should definitely keep my huge body. He’s far more deserving of it after all huhuhuh” he continued, getting more and more turned on by the second. Ken couldn’t stop himself from lustfully admiring his son’s body from every angle by now as his borrowed cock start to leak. It was only after finally turning his backside to the mirror and giving it jiggle that Ken finally busted his son’s ball batter all over the bathroom wall and floor with a long groan.

After about 15 seconds or so of squirting cum, the dumb grin on Ken’s face started to fade as the post nut clarity hit. He was suddenly horrified at what he’d done and all the things he’d just said. Immediately after he got to cleaning himself and the bathroom up in shame. While he did he rationalised everything that happened as being due to his son’s body’s heightened testosterone and horniness compared to his old body…

———

Over the next few weeks both father and son enjoyed living out each overs lives.

Jay for example had been spending a lot of time at home with his boyfriend. For the first week he’d taken a vacation from his dad’s work so him and Leon had plenty of time to get ‘accustomed’ to the new situation they found themselves in. But after a week of daddy kink filled fucking, Jay at last decided to head into work. It was certainly tough in the beginning and he got a couple stares but Jay soon found his footing at the law firm. You see since he’d wished to switch lives with his dad, all the memories and information he needed to be lawyer like his dad were already stored in his brain. He just had to tap into it.

Wearing his Dad’s suit everyday was certainly an interesting change of pace. Before this he’d only ever worn one on special occasions and didn’t much enjoy it but now it felt normal and natural. Leon certainly didn’t complain either. In fact the first night that Jay came home from work Leon basically begged the older man to fuck him with the suit on. Suffice to say those two had been doing just fine so far.

Ken on the other hand made a similar decision to take some time off from Jay’s job as a trainer at the local gym. He used that time to get used to his new form and living situation. Of course this meant tugging his younger cock in every room of the house until he’d busted his son’s seed in each one. He scolded himself constantly at first for getting so damn horny about having Jay’s body all the time and for the types of things he’d say while masturbating but sooner or later he decided to stop fooling himself and just enjoy it.

He went back to working as a trainer not too long after that. He gave himself a couple days at the gym first to unlock Jay’s know-how about exercising and using the gym equipment but after that he was ready to go. Ken found himself directing all of Jay’s clients through their workouts and encouraging them like a pro. Nobody even batted an eye and Ken absolutely loved it. Everyone seeing him as Jay Kellerman, gym hunk and trainer, while turning the heads of both men and women alike. He got off on it way more than he ever expected to.

As the second week progressed, Ken found himself signing up to Grindr and with Jay’s body and looks he had no problem finding multiple dudes that were interested. Before long he was bringing home a hot new guy almost every night to either fuck or get fucked by depending on what mood he was in. Whether it be his thick cock or jock butt, no man could resist. And the sex itself was divine to say the least. Dumping his load inside a tight hole after making the guy beg for it or finding himself begging to filled while moaning out like a slut in his son’s voice. Sure his old body had some pretty decent stamina for being middle aged but it was nothing compared this body in the prime of its youth. Needless to say, Ken was slowly becoming more and more addicted to his Son’s body and life.

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It’d been about a month since the initial swap. And just like that night the moon destined bright and full once more, it’s light ready to fill the night sky. Ken sighed, conflicted as to whether the choice he was about to make was the right one. He looked down at the coin in his hand, fiddling with it a little before glancing over at the so-called ‘Magical Well’…

After figuring out when the next full moon would be, Ken found himself driving back to the very same campsite his son had taken them on the night they swapped bodies. After which he wandered the woods for a little while before finally coming across the Well that’d made it all possible. He knew that Jay was planning on coming back to Well on the full moon after this one so they could reverse things making this the only chance he had.

Over the last few weeks he’d spent in his sons body, Ken had been happier and more confident than ever. It was like having a second lease on life. And from the nights they’d all had dinner together it seemed that Jay had adjusted very well to the swap. On top of all that he’d recently met a guy at the gym, Sean. He was attracted to the man of course but it wasn’t just lust like with all his Grindr hookups. No it was more than that. Whenever they spoke it was like his heart began to flutter. Whenever Sean complimented him he found himself hiding a blush.

Everyday Ken wanted nothing more than to confess his feelings but… he couldn’t. After all he knew that eventually he’d go back to being a 49 year old man and trying to explain the whole ‘body swapping with his son’ thing would probably just make him look crazy if anything…

And so here he was, fiddling with a coin and staring at the one thing that could decide where his life goes next. He found himself sat on the edge, dangling his large feet over the water like him and his son had that night. He must’ve been deep in thought for a good hour or more until at last the moon up high in the dark starry sky in its full glory. Looking up at it, Ken took a deep breath and finally made his decision.

Closing his eyes, Ken proceeded to make his wish out loud. “I wish for my son and I to become impervious to the magic of anymore wishes and for us to be sealed inside our current bodies.” He stated before opening his eyes and looking down at the coin. It suddenly felt heavy. Heavy with the weight of fate. And yet, after a moment of hesitation, he flicked it into the Well.

Ken had no idea what to expect. Would there be any way of telling whether his wish had worked before next month? He sat on the edge of the Well for a bit longer pondering it. Just as he was getting up to leave however, his question was answered. A surge of energy wrapped around his body in an unexplainable sensation. It felt as though his very being was being hugged in a magical aura. What Ken was feeling was the Well’s magic re-moulding his soul to fit his son’s body permanently before leaving it with a protective armour to shield it from other wishes. And little did Jay know that the same had happened to him as he slept soundly next to Leon.

The process was quick and soon Ken felt the weird sensation dissipate from his body. Only now he felt… secured. Locked in. He no longer felt like a guest inside a body that wasn’t his own. Now it truly belonged to him and that turned Ken on like crazy.

The man was horny infact the he threw off his shirt and pants right then and then in the middle of the woods. He reached into his boxer briefs and fished out his permanent new cock and started tugging on it furiously. “Fuuuuuck yeahhh! These glorious fuckin pecs are mine forever!” He groaned triumphantly while using his free hand to grope the large slabs of meaty muscle on his chest. “And these giant fuckin biceps!” He brought up the very same arm and flexed it. He went onto list all of his new body’s wondrous traits. It’s thick dark hair, it’s cute but handsome face, it’s giant feet, it’s smooth sexy voice, it’s thunderous thighs. “And of course this juicy ass!” He finished while smacking his bubbly muscle cheeks a little. By now his dick was leaking like a faucet and all it took was him shoving a finger inside his cock hungry hole for him to finally explode. Massive ropes of cum launching up onto his chest and face accompanied by Ken’s howls of pleasure.

Once he’d cooled down again and had begun using his shirt to clean himself up, Ken couldn’t help but feel guilty. He’d essentially just stolen his Son’s body after he’d so generously offered him a temporary use of it. Did that make him a horrible person? He thought about it the entire walk back to his car and the whole drive home. Once he was laid in bed though he simply thought it wasn’t worth worrying about anymore. What was done was done and nothing could change that. He was Jay now. Forever.

———

Another month had passed since Ken’s wish was made and he found himself stood at the Well once again only now with Jay by his side. It was once again the night of a full moon and the very night Jay had agreed the pair would swap back on. The entire trip there Ken had to play along, acting as if he was sad about it all coming to end but that he was grateful for the experience.

Now Jay stood by the Well with a coin, holding it tight as he made his wish. “I wish for me and my father to return to our original lives and bodies.” He stated confidentiality before tossing the coin into the water with a small splash. “Alright, well if it’s anything like last time then I guess we just need to go to bed and by the morning we’ll be back to normal.” Jay sighed. His father nodded in agreement, knowing full well that wouldn’t be the case.

Both men arrived at their homes later that night, heading to bed pretty much right away considering how late it was already. It wasn’t long until they both drifted off to sleep with a smile on their faces. Jay because he believed he’d be back in his own skin when they awoke and Ken because he knew he wouldn’t be.

The next morning Ken found himself waking up to sound of a phone buzzing violently on the bedside table. Pure joy rushed through him as he opened his eyes to see he was still laid in Jay’s bed and that underneath the covers was still the hunky 22 year old body of his Son. After the initial joy of it all, Ken finally picked up the phone to hear his old body’s voice on the other end. Jay was screaming frantically about how they should’ve returned to normal and that something must’ve went wrong somehow. Of course Ken played dumb, pretending as though he had no idea why this had happened. All while he slowly pumped his morning wood with delight.

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By now another three months had flown by. With each full moon that went by, Jay dragged Ken back to Well with him to make the same wish again and again but each time it failed. It’d definitely been tough on Jay at first. Losing over 25 years of his life wasn’t an easy pill to swallow but slowly he began to accept that this might be the new reality they’d have to live with. Thankfully he was kept afloat by Leon who said he would still love him regardless of which body he was in. It was probably still gonna take awhile before he fully embraced his new identity but so far so good.

On Ken’s end however, he was living a better life than ever. Shortly after Jay’s first failed attempt at switching back, Ken confessed his feeling to his gym crush Sean. To his delight Sean admitted that he’d been feeling a similar way. Apparently Ken’s ‘mature demeanour’ was one of the things that’d initially pulled him in. That and the incredible body of course.

And that was that. Love had blossomed. The two went on a few amazing dates, had their first kiss by the fourth one and were ripping off each overs clothes in Ken’s apartment by the sixth. Ken found himself pounding into the other hunk first with a dominant energy until he was later flipped over and had his hole resized. When he felt Sean’s load filling his hole, that’s when Ken knew he was truly in love.

Now the two were officially boyfriends and Ken couldn’t be happier. He finally got a chance to live the life that he was too afraid to live before. He would always be eternally grateful to his Son for revealing the magical Well to him and giving him this second chance.

“Hey so my Dad’s 50th birthday is coming up soon and we’re thinking of throwing him a party.” Ken said before devouring another mouthful of cereal. “Was wondering if you wanted to come or not.”

“Yeah that sounds good to me. It’ll give me a chance to properly meet your family.” Sean replied while taking a sip of his coffee. “I love that you and your dad still have such a strong connection.”

“What can I say. He’s one of the kindest and most generous men I know.” Ken peered across the room at one of the wall mirrors and smirked. “If it weren’t for him then I wouldn’t be the man I am today.” With that he leaned in to give his hot new boyfriend a kiss, confident that this was the life he was always destined to have.

#father and son #male body swap #male body theft #magic #permanent #identity theft #jock #wish

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scotianostra · 17 days

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Happy birthday Robert Carlyle, born in Maryhill, Glasgow April 14th 1961.

Bobby was brought up in Glasgow, the son of Elizabeth, a bus company employee, and Joseph Carlyle, a painter and decorator. His mother left when Carlyle was four years old and his dad looked after him from then. He left school at the age of 16 without any qualifications and worked for his father as a painter and decorator; however, he continued his education by attending night classes at Cardonald College in Glasgow.

Carlyle became involved in drama at the Glasgow Arts Centre at the age of 21 (having been inspired by reading Arthur Miller's The Crucible), and subsequently graduated from the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama. In 1991, he and four friends founded a theatre company, Raindog (named after Tom Waits' album "Rain Dog," one of Carlyle's favorites) (a company dedicated to innovative work then, which is now primarily involved in television and film work), and guest starred in The Bill. The same year he starred in his first movie, Riff-Raff, directed by Ken Loach.

I first noticed Carlyle in the excellent ITV series Cracker, as murderer Albert "Albie" Kinsella, it wasn't long after this he had a series of his own with Hamish McBeth, the dope smoking village bobby in a quiet Scottish town on the west coast, the series ran for three seasons from 1995 to 1997.

Since then Robert Carlyle has been able to pick and choose his roles, his films include, The World is Not Enough, Plunkett & Macleane, Ravenous, 28 Weeks later and of course as Francis "Franco" Begbie in the two Trainspotting films.

On the small screen we have seen him in as the title role in Adolf : The Rise of Evil, Human Trafficking and The Last Enemy on this side of the Atlantic, in the US he has starred in the TV movie 24, SGU Stargate Universe and the continuing Once Upon a Time..

The third season of British political thriller-drama COBRA is due on our screens in the coming months

Recently we saw the TV series of the popular film, The Full Monty, which surprised me of how good it was. In February Carlyle commented on X/Titter about a Simpsons episode Ae Bonny Romance, which aired last December. In one scene, audiences are shown an airline called “Planespotting”, with the plane including a picture of Carlyle’s character Begbie on its tail! Robbert tweeted "My life is complete.." As well as the nod, the episode featured the voices of actors Karen Gillan, David Tennant and Paul Higgins.

Robbiewas lastsen in the movvie, The Performance about an American Jew and gifted tap dancer while on tour in Europe, Harold and the rest of his troupe are scouted by a German attaché who leads the troupe to an exclusive performance for Hitler himself. Next up is a mini-series Toxic Town about the tragic toxic waste case in the East Midlands and three mothers fighting for the justice for the rates of upper limb defects in babies born in Corby were subsequently found to be three times higher than those of children born.

#scotland #scottish #history #actor #happy birthday

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bcolfanfic · 22 days

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for the young vets au - do the buckys have any more kids after josie?

finally getting around to this after vaguely into hinting to it in the young vets au slice of life thing. in my head...yes <3

around a year after they have josie her birth mom has another baby and for more than one reason the baby becomes a ward of the state at birth. and since they have big sis, bucky and gale are the first call about the little guy.

of course they don't say no- they could never.

it's not cut and dry though. poor bub is born with some pretty significant health issues and is in the nicu for a while, having to explain to josie what's going on is hard and a little heartbreaking. but they both know they made the right decision when they're with him at the nicu, looking at his little face and just *know* he's their son.

gale has...complicated feelings about it. loves him so much already but i think he just struggles to square all the things in his head at once. how much he loves him, how angry he feels at the fact that he's in the nicu because of his mother- the same woman who is the reason josie struggles in the ways she does. he loves his babies *so* much and wouldn't trade either of them for anything it's just. complicated.

when i was talking about this w/ a friend the other day i floated that rosie is the one he calls to talk to about it when he's driving home from the nicu one night. a whole smattering of the other guys have kids at this point- but maybe rosie adopted as a single dad (thinking of that made me melt ngl) so he's the only one outside of bucky who really gets all the complicated feelings that come with that.

"he's so little rosie- got a little tube comin' out of his nose- didn't even know they made 'em that small. and i'm so angry."

(halfway credit to @swifty-fox bc that's a mashup of a line of theirs and mine)

since he's theirs from the beginning they get to name him, and in my mind they land on micah curtis- micah as a variation of michael ie the archangel, and curtis as the middle name after welll...don't think that one needs explaining! (they don't tell him till him and ken come out to see them/help with josie and curt sees the little name plate on his bed in the hospital. he cries. they all cry.)

#young vets au #buck x bucky

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kencoded-kengirl · 10 months

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the thing about logan and his abuse and the cages he built around the things he loved and the dogs he kicked is that it wasn’t just about his children, not by a long shot. of course kendall and roman and siobhan are doomed, but that makes sense, it’s obvious, the poison was in their blood from the second they were born. what about frank and karl, who can’t answer ‘how bad was dad’ honestly, even when logan is literally entombed within their line of sight? what about gerri, who ‘could have gotten you there,’ who has to be chased away not just by logan but by his son, and even then couldn’t stay gone? what about tom, who kept fighting his wife, her brothers, who kept scrabbling tooth and nail, who shook matsson’s hand with a smile because he did what none of them could do, who won? what about stewy, who was ‘team ken, baby’ with nothing in it at all for him, with nothing to lose from walking? what about greg, a penciled addendum with a question mark that maybe ties him to kendall, that maybe means he always should have been second-in-command? what about karolina and hugo, always belittled, always insulted, and always ripping tearing backstabbing desperately trying to be more important to the roys than the other? what about rava, always reaching back for kendall, always going to weddings and thanksgivings and waiting for her ex-husband by the phone?

forget about the siblings. forget them. all of the cages are open. why are all of you still in there?

#succession #succession hbo #succession s4 #succession meta #logan roy #gerri kellman #tom wambsgans #this is driving me crazy. he doomed them all he literally doomed every one of them #amperspeaks

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mothwithapencil · 4 months

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I am a fucking dork for street fighter/ryuken. pls keep doing what ur doing and make sure Ken gives Ryu a kiss for me and my son (pictures below)

HI BLANKA!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you so much!!!! The ryuken illness is all-consuming.... More of them to come in the future! And of course, how could Ken pass up an opportunity to give his Ryu a big kissy....

#asks #moths art #street fighter #ryu street fighter #ken masters #ryuken #I THOUGHT I POSTED THIS LAST NIGHT.

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strawberryfairi · 23 days

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Synopsis✨: The story of how you catch heavy feelings for the hot photography student, Shuji Hanma…even though you already have the perfect (fake) boyfriend.

Pairings: Photography Student! Shuji Hanma X Dance Major! Black Fem 🤎 Reader (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾‍♀️) Content: Drama, lots of denial, angst, sneaky link, lots of cheating, mutual pining, unserious Shuji, controlling parents, forced relationships, romance, fighting, porn with a good plot vibes, intense sexual tension, etc (just find out the rest lol)

w.c: 5.4k💠 Released: April 8, 2024

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8; Stolen Away 偷偷溜走

3 Weeks Later (Next Month)

Tonight is a very..."special" evening for you and Ken. The two of you are currently riding together in an Uber to the private event being held at some random rich dudes mansion. Apparently he's some donor that's going to be slamming bucket loads of money onto the university. Why? Not really sure, then again, you don't really care.

On one hand you were really not excited about having to spend time around your mom and Ken's dad. The two of them together are just....ugh. Nitpicking and ridiculing every little thing the two of you do. Not holding hands? Problem. Not mingling enough? Problem. Mingling a little too much? Problem. It's freakin' ridiculous.

But of course, as usual, you suck it up and play nice. Something you're honestly very quickly getting tired of doing these days. But on the bright side, you look amazing, wearing a black mermaid style gown with silver sequins that form roses all over. A deep plunge, halter top design draws the eyes to your prominent collarbones, fully bare back, and cleavage. Black patent leather heels, with a diamonte small purse, finished with diamond drop earrings and a silver arm cuff around your left arm. In other words you're eating.

Now was this look possibly a little too sexy for such an event? Yeah, but it's a gown you've never gotten a chance to wear yet, so here you are. Your hair is up in a defined high puff ponytail, your bangs out in the front framing your face. Your hair kind of looked like Tinkerbell in your opinion, but the afro hair version.

When the two of you walked in together you quickly got into character, a small smile on your face as you look around the home. The lights are dim, not too dim, but definitely setting a vibe. A grand crystal chandelier greets you immediately upon walking through the front door, followed by a staircase that curls slightly leading to the next floor. The ceilings are high, and the house's color scheme consisted of deep red and gold. It's definitely an old home, maybe a pass down. There's soft music that plays in the background, Neo-classical style piano. It's an alright choice, Post-romantic style music would've fit the vibe better, but that's just you.

"Ahh! There they are!" Your ears perk at the sound of Ken's father's voice coming from the living room to the right. Ken sucks in a breath, trying to maintain the polite smile on his face as he leads you over and into the mix.

"Hey dad." He says softly, letting go of your hand to give him a guyish hug.

"Mr. Fujioka, I'd like you to meet my son Ken Ryuguji and his lovely girlfriend." His father smiles proudly, gesturing towards the two of you.

So this is the one that's donating to the school. Mr. Fujioka is an older man, grey hairs slicked back nicely with an expensive looking navy blue suit on. He has deep brown eyes, and a surprisingly kind smile. "It's nice to meet you sir. Thanks for having us here." Ken replies curtly, shaking the rich man's hand.

"Good evening Mr. Fujioka. It's a pleasure to meet you." You speak up finally, meeting his extended hand half way.

"The pleasure is all mine", Mr. Fujioka starts before leaning over towards Ken's right ear, lowering his voice down, "Now this beautiful woman right here's a keeper. Don't mess up what you've got, son." He advises, chuckling lightly as he leans away.

"I-I won't, sir." Ken actually blushes, surprising you more than the fact that this rich man was so kind.

Ken's dad continues small talk conversation with Mr. Fujioka, the two of them walking around together and inevitably blending into the mix of people. "Let's get a drink or somethin'." Ken says softly, already taking your hand and heading further into the house.

You notice a bunch of professors are here at this event, some mingling amongst each other with glasses of champagne in hand. To be honest, this whole thing was pretty boring. It's nothing but small talk conversations and bougie laughter all over the place. Everyone's standing around boasting about who's getting promoted and the board's new ideas to make the school a better experience.

At some point you had gotten sucked in to a conversation with the president of the university, a woman named Noriko Sato, while Ken was stopped by one of his professors. "H-hello Ms. Sato." You greet shyly, feeling a little nervous since this is the second time you've ever had a conversation with her, and the majority of it was just her talking to your mom while you just stood there awkwardly.

The woman can be a bit stony at times, and very bougie. Her smiles are always forced, and she has such a tight assed personality. Tonight she's wearing a forest green suit, (expensive looking like everyone else) and popped with white, and lastly, her signature red bottom heels. Her brunette hair is short, a bob look, with her bangs cut in a curtain style.

"Good evening. How are you?" She asks politely.

"Oh I'm good, how are you?" You answer with a more upbeat smile.

"I'm doing well." She replies softly with a nod, taking a tiny sip from her champagne glass.

A silence falls between the two of you, a very awkward one to be exact. You weren't really sure what to say to her, seeing as small talk isn't really your strong suit. Like, what else do you say after 'hey, how are you'? Nice weather we're having?! That's so cringy.

Then, with annoyingly perfect timing, your mom finally shows up.

"Sato! I'm so glad to run into you, and with my daughter no less!" Your mom beams, appearing from behind Ms. Sato.

"M/N, so good to see you tonight." Ms. Sato says with a smile, a bit more of a genuine smile than the one she had given you just seconds ago.

"Hi sweetie." Your mom says plainly, just as she joins your side.

"Hey ma." You smile, a sort of crooked smile as you try to keep your composure. This is the first time you've seen her in a bit over an entire month and she didn't even bother to give you a hug or anything. Just a weak ass greeting. You nearly wanted to explode at her, rant about how she needs to explain to you why she wasn't at the homecoming performance. It's not like you weren't going on and on about it every time you were able to talk to her about it or anything. You were hurt. It's the very first time you see her in a while and she barely reacts to your presence. What a mom...

"Ah, I watched the homecoming game and half time show. It was such a stunning performance." Ms. Sato says, cocking her brow towards you.

"I expect nothing less from my daughter. She is one of the top students in the dance department after all." Your mother boasts with a glance your way as she takes a sip from her own champagne glass. It took everything for you not to immediately roll your eyes.

"It was an amazing opportunity, Ms. Sato. I'm really happy with how everything turned-

You cut yourself off, eyes going fully wide as you notice Shuji on the far right side of the open living room. Blinking a few times you wonder if your mind was playing tricks on you, showing something that you wanted to see, but it was definitely real. There he was, standing over there with his camera resting in his hands, the strap around his neck as he looked down at the little screen.

Without even realizing, your eyes trail all over him, taking in his gorgeous outfit. It's the first time you've ever seen him so dressed up, wearing a black suit jacket and dress pants with a white button up shirt, topped off with a royal purple tie.

You notice instantly that his hair is much less messy looking, figuring he probably used some hair gel to keep it a bit more tamed down for the occasion. Gold rings adorned his pointer and ring fingers on each hand, and his signature golden drop earring went so well with his outfit, he just looked absolutely perfect. You could bet all the money in the world he smelled amazing too. Almost like a movie, his head lifts, making straight eye contact with you. Your heart nearly attempts to burst out of your chest as his eyes trap you in place.

It felt like it was just the two of you in the room out of nowhere, standing feet away under the dim lights of the old, luxurious mansion. Then all at the same time you feel the stresses of keeping appearances with Ken, your mom, and everyone else in your life disappear. It's just peaceful silence. But that didn't last very long at all...

The abrupt realization that you didn't finish your sentence and definitely just staring off somewhere behind the two of them, forces you to jump back into the conversation.

"W-With everything-..how-how everything turned out." You finish, clearing your throat as you rip your gaze away from Shuji's beautiful honey eyes, giving both Ms. Sato and your mom a polite smile.

Your mom and Ms. Sato both give you a weird look, Ms. Sato raising a brow a bit before letting it go. You notice your mom look a little annoyed at you, you'd probably hear from her about it later, as she always loves to give you 'reviews' about how you do at events like this or in general. "I'm gonna go and circle back with Ken. It was a pleasure talking with you." You chuckle awkwardly, slipping out of the conversation and dipping off into the next room before they could say anything.

"Where's he even at?" You whisper to yourself, searching around for your boyfriend. This was absolutely not the time for him to not be by your side, especially now that you know Shuji's here too. You needed Ken, needed him to stay by your side so neither you or Shuji (mostly Shuji) do something stupid that'll backfire in your face. A bunch of murmured "Excuse me's" slip passed your lips as you weave through people, not really sure where you were even going at this point.

After minutes of searching you'd just given up, ending up in some hallway that lead to what seemed like some guest bedrooms. In other words, an off limits area of the mansion. The lights were all off in this section, nothing but the dim warm lights from the party spaces behind you helped you see. You lean your back against the wall you were near, rubbing your chilly arms with your hands.

A feeling of deja vu hits you as you find a little spot to yourself. This was so similar to that frat party. Ken was off somewhere gone in the midst of the party while you were in some secluded spot, just sulking away. The only puzzle piece left now is-

"Hey doll." That familiar deep, sultry voice cuts through the soft silence.

You gasp, head snapping to the left, making eye contact with the one person you knew you shouldn't be around right now.

"Hello...random camera guy at the function that I've never met before in my life." You answer a bit strained.

"Never met before?! You're breakin' my heart." Shuji pouts, placing a hand over his chest.

"What're you doing here?! Don't you have people to go take pictures of or something?" You slightly whisper, trying to keep your voice low just in case anyone happens to come around.

"What are you doing here? 'Cause to me it seems like you were hopin' I'd find you back here." He grins, stepping closer to you. You jump back a bit, feeling a shiver trail down your spine as the scent of his intoxicating cologne finds its way to your nose. "No, that's not true. You need to go before someone catches you here with me." You urge with finality, looking around to make sure nobody was coming.

"Damn, I just get over here and you're already pushin' me away?" This time he seems to actually frown, a slightly offended look on his face. "Ken's here you know? My mom is here too. We cannot be caught together, like at all!" You stress, using your hands to make it more clear.

"They're not back here though." He says softly, taking your hand in his. You swallow, looking down at his big tattooed hand caging yours, then back up to his beautiful eyes. "Shuji..." You trail off tiredly, simply watching as he leans in till his lips are just barely touching yours. "You can't expect me to really leave you alone when you're walkin' around here lookin' like a damn goddess." He says lowly with a small grin on his lips.

You let out a flattered yet strained chuckle, heart fluttering as your brows crease in conflict. This man has to be temptation in human form. It's the only explanation for how he can so easily get you to throw away your self control and better judgement. He's gonna be the death of you, you're sure of it.

Then, in a moment of weakness, you lift your head, softly placing your lips onto his. Your free hand cups his cheek, basking in the way his lips move against yours. You didn't wanna stop, and you really wouldn't if you weren't obligated to be with someone else...

Shuji's hands glide down your body, leaving a sultry trail of electricity as they make their way to your ass. He deepens the kiss skillfully with his tongue, eliciting the most blissful moans from you. "Wait. We-..we can't do-...do this here." You stammer breathlessly between the kiss. He pulls away, giving you soft kisses along your jaw and down to your neck.

"That's funny, 'cause I was thinkin' we could do it right against this wall." He murmurs seductively against your hot skin.

"No, that's crazy! They'll hear us!" You argue through heavy breaths and light moans.

"If you don't keep quiet they will." He teases with a light chuckle, using a hand to cup and squeeze your breast. You let out a mix of a moan and airy huff of frustration. Maybe more sexual frustration than genuine annoyance if you're being totally honest.

"Shuji, I'm so serious, we cannot do this! You gotta stop playin' around! I'm gonna get in so much trouble, it-it's not even funny!" You stress anxiously.

"Then make me stop." He challenges, shifting the low cowl part of the front of your dress to the side, exposing your breast to the cool air. "What?" You whisper, completely caught off guard. "Stop me." He says again.

You're frozen, watching with an unholy mixture of nervous excitement as his tongue draws slow circles over your hardening bud, looking you right in the eyes as he does it. His other hand slides underneath the fabric, gently massaging your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb.

Welp...you terribly underestimated his level of recklessness and not giving a fuck for sure. This man's on a whole nother playing field. You weren't even close to brave enough to do something like this, and in public no less! Shuji Hanma is about it for real.

"Ok! Ok, wait wait wait! Let's just-..let's just do it after! Please, just wait till after this!"

30 Minutes Later

If you were bored earlier, you were completely over this event now. Thankfully you'd finally found Ken amongst the guys, chatting about sports related stuff and how the football team is doing. He seemed much more laidback now, less stiff as he talked. You just kinda stood there, not at all into the conversation as you needed some time to regain your composure after what nearly happened in that other room.

Every now and then Ken would hit you with a "Right babe?", to which you'd respond with a little "Mhm!" as enthusiastically as you could. You felt like those trophy wives in the movies, those women whose sole purpose is to just stand around quietly and be pretty, making your husband look good in front of the other men. For a moment you wonder if this is what your life is really gonna be like forever. How long would both of your parents want the two of you to be together? When college is over would you finally be free?

You look up at Ken, an unintentional frown on your face. You remember the first year with him, and how hard it was, trying with all your might to love him. It seemed like you were really the only one trying too, seeing as he barely tries to take any time and effort to really understand you and your interests. With Ken it's so hard to feel anything, he's from a whole different world. He loves all kinds of things that you don't, and you've tried to genuinely enjoy them for him, but it doesn't work like that. Ken's honestly right about one thing for sure, if you could leave him, you'd be gone in a flash and never look back even once.

What's scary about that is you feel less and less bad about it lately, specifically ever since meeting Shuji. Ken's still a human being with feelings, but so are you, and if he's honest he'd probably leave you too. Somehow during the chaos of homecoming night you stumbled upon someone that you'd rather spend every second of the day with over Ken, but can't. It feels like someone placed a chest full of all the riches in the world in front of you yet dangles the key to it right where you can't reach it. That's probably selfish, but it's truly how you feel.

"-..That's right! I got my little cheerleader right here."

Ken rips you out of your depressing thoughts, snaking an arm around your waist and looking down at you with a proud smile. The other guys make jokes about how he's so whipped, and found himself the perfect girl. Of course, you smile and chuckle along with them, leaning your head against Ken's chest for a moment.

Gosh...I hate pretending...

"Hey there Hanma! How's the still life project comin' along?"

Suddenly, your ears perk up at the name Hanma, head slightly turning to the left as you fully tune out of Ken's football talk. There was Shuji some feet to the left, almost perfectly in view if not for this tall man next to you, talking with some professor.

"Hey teach. 'S fine, I'm editing a few I like the most." Shuji responds, sounding genuinely nice.

"Good, good! I'm excited to see what you bring in; I really like what you do."

"Thanks." Shuji says with a small grin. "Where's your date?" He adds plainly.

"Where's yours?" His professor claps back in an amused tone.

"Ahh, got me there." The two of them chuckle a little before the conversation continues. They seem pretty cool with each other, this was the most chill conversation you've heard the entire night.

"Seriously though, you need to get yourself a girl. Somebody's gotta reign you in, wild child." The professor jokes. You listen closer as the two of them go silent. Wild child is correct....

"Oh don't tell me...there is someone already, isn't there?" His professor says mischievously, nudging Shuji's arm a few times. Your heart skips a beat, anxiously waiting for whatever Shuji's reply would be.

"Maybe." Shuji replies vaguely with a chuckle, shrugging a bit. Your breath catches in your throat at this point, mind racing about if this could actually be about you.

"Oh-hooooh! What's she like?" He asks with a proud grin.

"Bossy. Thinks she can tell me what to do all the time." Shuji comments plainly.

Involuntarily your head turns further to the left, a slight scowl on your face as you listen to his description. Why was his response so immediate? You are not bossy...

"And she always tries to act like she doesn't wanna be around me, even though it's obvious she does." He adds.

"Ohhh, you like those hard to get girls, huh?" His professor teases, nudging his arm playfully.

"Seems like it." Shuji grins with a little shrug.

"-when we get back, right babe? Babe?" Ken's voice and slight nudge on your right arm forces your eyes to peel away from Shuji, looking back at him and forcing a polite smile on your lips.

"What? Yeah! Yeah..." You answer Ken though you had zero clue what he was talking about, shaking your head a bit as you try to pay attention to the sports related conversation again.

"You know what, I'm gonna go grab a drink. I'll be right back." You mutter in Ken's ear, quickly slipping away once again and heading towards the long rectangular table covered in black cloth with rows of champagne glasses. You sigh deeply, replaying Shuji's words over and over in your head. He's trying to give you a heart attack, you just know it.

Your heart won't stop pounding, and every time you blink all you can see is him and those damn eyes. You reach the table, grabbing a glass and staring at the little bubbles that rise to the top. With your head downcast you weren't looking out at your surroundings, nearly bumping into someone as you started to walk away.

"Oh! I'm so sorr-Shuji?!" You gape, brows furrowing as you look up at his tall figure. "What.are.you.doing?" You grit out, eyes scanning the room to make sure nobody (nobody as in your mom, Ken, and his dad) saw the two to of you together.

"I wanted to talk to you." He says simply.

"You can't! I don't want Ken getting suspicious!" You stress exasperatedly.

"You worry way too much, doll. You're gonna make all your pretty hair fall out in a second." He replies playfully, chuckling lightly as he reaches up and grabs a few or your bouncy coils between his fingers.

"No, I actually worry the correct amount. It's you always causin' me stress that's gonna make my hair fall out." You sass, swatting his hand away and narrowing your eyes up at him.

"I'm actually the one that gets rid of your stress. Usually at my place-

"Do not. Don't start." You warn sternly, eyes narrowing further as you point a finger at him.

"Don't start what?" He asks innocently with a brow raised, tilting his head to the side as he steps closer to you.

"You're not even here to actually have a conversation, Shuji." You huff.

"Yeah nah, I just like messin' with you. Wanna dance with me, angel?" He grins, nodding towards the small crowd of people behind him.

"First of all, it's not that kinda party", You correct, "And even if it was, I still wouldn't dance with you."

"Don't be like that, doll. I'm startin' to think you like hurting my feelings." He pouts cutely.

"And I'm starting to think you genuinely enjoy causing chaos." You reply sassily. Shuji pauses, looking to the side with a guilty expression.

"...You know what, that might be true. But it's good chaos; positive chaos." He shrugs plainly.

"The words chaos and positive do not go together..." You narrow your eyes.

"But you know what does go together? You and me..gettin' the hell outta here...right now." He replies with a mischievous smile.

"Please..." You sigh exasperatedly. "That doesn't go together, actually. It doesn't go together at all." You state matter of factly.

"Why not?" He asks, actually having the nerve to sound genuinely confused.

"That's way too risky; and stupid." You argue, trying to lower your voice a bit more just to be safe. "Come on, you look way too good to be stuck with that joke tonight." He rolls his eyes, nodding his head discreetly towards Ken.

"Don't be mean, Shuji. Ken's not a joke." You frown, not amused. "And if I could leave early I would, but I really, really can't." You add, giving him a slightly apologetic look.

"Even if I steal you away?" He says mischievously, raising a suggestive brow.

Your brows furrow, looking at him genuinely lost...and skeptical. "What do you mean steal me away?"

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Shuji's hand holds onto yours, the two of you giggling and snickering like little kids as you run to his car parked at the end of the street. He'd gone and snuck you outside from the back of the mansion, running across the backyard and around towards the front.

"This is so bad; they're gonna know I'm gone! I gotta go back!" You ramble anxiously, yet your eyes betray you as they sparkle up at Shuji with childlike excitement, the both of you quickly hopping into the car.

"Easy doll. Tell 'em you got a migraine or somethin'. 'S fine." He shrugs placing his camera in the back, then grabbing his keys from his dress pants pocket and starting the car.

"I can't-..actually, that's not a bad idea." You nod, quickly whipping your phone out from your little sparkly purse, texting both your mom and Ken and telling them you'd come down with a bad migraine. You look out the window as the two of you dip off from the pretty mansion, heading out of the gated community and onto the main road.

"Where're we going?" You mutter softly, turning back to look at Shuji.

"I don't know, but you look way too good to go straight to my place though; even though I wouldn't mind that." He grins.

"I have faith you'll take me somewhere nice then." You giggle, feeling your cheeks heat up at his flirty words. The ride to wherever Shuji's going is so perfectly peaceful, and fun. Admittedly, this was the most free you'd felt all day. You like that Shuji always finds a way to make you laugh, sometimes to the point where your cheeks hurt from how hard you were smiling.

He'd taken you both into the city, pulling up and parking in front of a fairly medium sized, quaint looking restaurant.

Quite gentlemanly, Shuji gets out of the car, coming around and helping you out. His hand takes yours, leading you to the entrance of the restaurant. "You kinda look way too pretty for a little place like this, but..it's special to me; and the food's always good." He chuckles, sounding surprisingly and uncharacteristically nervous, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck. Your heart strings pull as a warm smile makes its way across your lips, feeling flattered that he chose to take you somewhere that's special to him.

"I don't mind." You assure softly. It took everything in you not to swoon and let your mind wander, but it sure does feel a lot like a real date. A cute college couple getting all over dressed for a date just because and going out to eat somewhere that's budget friendly, chatting about your shared dreams of one day affording to go to the most finest, expensive restaurants.

The aroma of food trailed to your nose, making your stomach immediately start growling.

The place is actually pretty jumping with people, lots of tables are full and there's even a bar-looking area where people are sitting eating bowls of ramen. Shuji takes you over to that bar area, directly in front of the section where you could see the employees making the food that customers ordered. He looks particularly happy, not necessarily smiling, but there's this air around him where he's clearly radiating a level of happiness that had you raising a brow slightly.

Then, an older man, maybe in his fifties walks into the kitchen area in front of you both, carrying two large spoons. He freezes, making instant eye contact with Shuji next to you, his jaw dropping in shock.

"Hey pops." Shuji chuckles lightly, a small smile making finally its way across his lips. Meanwhile your heart drops straight to your ass.

Pops?! Hey pops?! What does that mean?! Is this his dad?!

"Shu! What're you doin' here?! When'd you get back?!" His dad beams, throwing questions left and right.

Awww! He calls him Shu!

"What d'you mean what am I doing here, I came to get some food; and come see you of course. But look, I brought someone." He grins, nodding towards you.

You sit there with a sheepish smile, your now clammy hands folded tightly on your lap. "Hi." You wave, your tone soft and bashful. Once again the older man's jaw hits the floor, his wide eyes shifting back and forth between you and Shuji. He must not have thought you came here with him. "You?! You brought her?!" He questions, his tone dripping with utter disbelief. You let out a little chuckle, hovering a hand over your mouth as you look at Shuji's offended expression.

"Yeah, me!" He says, pointing to himself.

"This girl right here? You brought her?!" He asks once again, his eyes still wide in astonishment as he points at you. You were honestly already starting to like this man a lot.

"Yes..." Shuji glares halfhearted, "Why are you actin' like it's such a-

"Aye Ryō! Shu's back, and he says he brought a girl!" He yells, cutting Shuji right off.

"WHAAAAT?!" You hear a voice holler from one of the cooking stations. Shuji lets out an exasperated sigh.

"I SAID SHU BROUGHT A-

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YA SHOE?!"

He facepalms with a deep eye roll. "WOULD YA JUST GET OVER HERE! YOU GOTTA COME SEE THIS!"

"Alright alright! Not like I'm cookin' or nothin'..." The guy grumbles.

Finally he comes into view, another older man with short, dark hair. He has about the exact same reaction to you as Shuji's dad (or at least who you're assuming is his dad) did.

"Who-who...who's this?!" He murmurs to his buddy.

"Well he says he brought her." His dad shrugs, still in disbelief.

"Whaaaat? He brought her?!" He gasps.

"Is it really that hard to believe...?" Shuji grumbles.

"Did ya tell Kenji?!" His friend asks.

"No not yet, I just seen this myself. He's gonna flip when he gets a look at this; go get him."

"AYE KENJI! SHU'S BACK AND HE'S GOT A GIRL WITH 'EM!" His coworker yells before walking off into the back area behind two white double doors. Shuji's dad then turns his attention back to you with an apologetic smile. "I apologize for the chaos little miss, it's just...we got a rare occasion on our hands here. My boy's never brought a girl-

"Alright alright." Shuji cuts in, yet his dad just keeps chatting, not even a little phased about his protests.

-around here, we're all a little uhhh in shock." He chuckles, "My name's Ren. It's great to meet ya."

"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you also." You smile softly, shaking his hand over the counter top.

"So how'd you end up stuck with this guy, huh? He didn't kidnap you, right?" His dad asks playfully, yet there was a slight hint of seriousness in there at the same time. "Uuum, well it was kinda an accident? I lost my anklet during my homecoming performance a while ago and he happened to find it." You explain, trying not to laugh as his dad nods over and over again, listening intently to your short story.

"Whaaaaat?! You're a performer?! What do you do, sing?"

"No no, I dance. I'm a dance major." You chuckle softly.

"Oh woooow, it just keeps gettin' better and better." He mumbles in awe.

"It would be great to have some food..." Shuji grumbles again, already accepting that he was no longer the main point of interest or concern. Just then you notice from the corner of your eye, the other guy Ryō and another man you're assuming is Kenji standing behind the doubles doors' window that lead to the outside cooking stations where Shuji's dad is, gawking at you from a far with their mouths wide open. You look away instantly, forcing yourself not to laugh.

"So, what do you think of Shuji here; honestly? 'S this like a romantic kinda thing or is he already stuck in the friend zone as kids call it?" He asks then leans in, cupping a hand by his mouth yet his volume stays just the same, "I know he can be kind of a weirdo at times-

"Pops! Are you-when are you gonna go make some food?!" Shuji outbursts, actually stuttering which was the most shocking thing you've heard all night. At this point you fully break out into laughter at this whole situation. So much is happening right now.

"My fault Shu, I'm just proud'a ya, you know? The girl's practically a model sittin' here; she's beautiful! I gotta ask questions!" He raises his hands up in surrender.

"You're makin' her uncomfortable!" Shuji argues. No, he's uncomfortable...

"Sorry sorry, I'll lay off." He pauses for a moment then leans over to you, actually making an effort to lower his voice this time. "But y'know, if he screws up you just come get me, alright princess? I'll knock 'em back in line." He winks.

"Ok, I will." You giggle lightly with a few head nods.

"And with that, I'm done! I'll make you both the usual alright? Don't worry princess, you're gonna love it!" He rambles, even though he's already walking off to his designated cooking station. He's hilarious.

"Well that was very...interesting." You giggle, looking over at Shuji. He just facepalms in response, leaning his elbow on the table. "I really regret this decision..."

"You know, you could'a just told him we aren't actually together." You shrug plainly.

"You're the one with the "boyfriend", why didn't you tell him?" He claps back, raising a challenging brow at you. "Well he's your dad..." You narrow your eyes, yet feel kind of defeated as that comeback didn't really hit like you thought it would. Suddenly he gives you an annoying looking smirk, with a playful glint in his eyes. The switch up from him being embarrassed to wanting to mess around is crazy.

"Trynna be my girl for the night, angel?" He asks flirtatiously.

"Oh you'd just love that, huh?" You chuckle, raising a brow at him.

"Yeah I would, that's why I asked." He answers nonchalantly, taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours on the counter. You roll your eyes halfheartedly, trying to act like his words and that little gesture didn't just set off all kinds of butterflies in your stomach.

"Hmm, well if it's just for tonight, I guess I don't mind being your girl." You grin.

"Look at 'em! Look at 'em!" You hear Shuji's dad murmur to his fellow chef Ryō, nudging him. He still hasn't started cooking yet, just standing there next to Ryō at his cooking station while watching the two of you.

Shuji looks over at his dad, eyes narrowing at the older man. "Oops, I got caught! I promise I'm starting now!" His dad says with a laugh just before Shuji could say anything, raising his hands in surrender and finally getting started for real.

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Shuji's dad is a real one!!!! We love Ren out here! P.S.: I really hope y'all are enjoying this story fr. I be throwing my back out with this one trynna keep a good balance of plot and smut.

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