#I am once again in love with another dilf

[kissitbttr]

dilf!toji giving you a ride back to the party

a small follow up from this !

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there has been times where you fantasize about hot older men with your friends. all of you agree that they are just better at everything.

you remember this one time when you had a crush on the first older guy you had found attractive. he was your dad’s closest friend. you had always loved admiring him from afar, undressing him with your eyes, imagining how he’d look as he fucks you in your bed. sadly, he’s married. which means, you can’t do anything about it.

one of your friends encouraged you to break it up though, steal him away from his wife in which you reply with a disgusting look on your face. because never in a million years you would stoop that low.

no guys ever came close as your dad’s best friend after that. dismissing every single college guys who tried to get into your pants, tossing every written numbers on a paper from them into a trash can. your ex was the only exception though. why? because he was two years older than you. that counts for something, right?

until now.

you sit rather quiet nervously in the passenger’s seat. fingers drumming slightly against your thick thighs, stealing glances every now and then at the handsome stranger who offered you a ride before,

and boy, does he look so hot doing it.

he leans comfortably against the seat with one hand on the wheel while the other perched on his thigh. looking like a perfect dream

dear god, please do not make me wet tonight

“thank you for the food, sir. i love it” you give him a smile, shoving another fry into your mouth. “i’m starving”

toji cranes his neck to look at you, mirroring your smile. “i thought i told you to call me toji?”

“oh yeah! sorry, i forgot!” you let out a nervous giggle, finger toying with the skirt of your dress. discreetly pulling it down further since it keeps riding up,

“i didn’t catch your name though. mind telling me?” he starts, putting his focus back on the road while taking a turn,

“i’m y/n” you respond to the beautiful dark haired man,

“pretty name for a pretty girl” he compliments, grinning widely at you. chuckling after seeing you blush. “still in college?”

you nod. “mhmm!”

“you like it?”

“pft! as if!” you roll your eyes, making him laugh at your comment. “college is insanity. too much work, but the parties help”

“i bet” he replies, head shaking. “is it like a regular thing?”

“kind of. we always do it once a week, or twice…? can’t exactly count. the frats usually the one who held it, so I can’t really tell” you shrug your shoulders, eyes looking over to the window. “what about you, sir-toji?”

he snorts, running his fingers over his hair and you almost let out a soft gasp.“oh I don’t party, sweetheart. i’m too old for that.”

“can’t be that old” you giggle, reaching out to poke his side with a finger. you don’t know where that confidence comes from, could be from alcohol,

toji raises an eyebrow at the sudden touch, but makes no comment. “i’m pushing 40, so definitely old” he smirks at you,

40..?

oh…

a look of surprise is taking over your face. “really?” you see him nod again in confirmation. “you don’t look like you’re that old”

“how old did you think i am?”

“hmm, 27?”

he barks a laugh, and you never heard something so pretty. “now you’re just being polite, sweetheart”

god, he really is making you swoon with all the terms of endearment . you wonder if he’s married or taken,

“are you single?”

he’s taken aback at the question, eyebrow raising. “why, want to take me out on a date?”

giggling, you toss a hair behind your shoulder before shrugging it. shifting your body to completely facing him now. “maybeee”

toji only laughs at your confidence. the small pouty look you’re giving just makes him want to give you a peck on the lips. maybe two.

you’re so damn cute, he’d give you that.

“yes, i am. divorced about two years ago.”

“oh… what happened? if you don’t mind me asking.”

he shrugs like it’s nothing. “didn’t work out. the whole marriage was draining me. but i got a little boy who i love dearly and would tear down the whole fucking sky for”

he’s got a kid?! holyshit,

“how old is he?”

“just turned two last month” he smiles at the thought of his little megumi sleeping soundly back home. “how about you, sweetheart? got marriage written down on your plan?”

“oh of course! it’s definitely on my bucket list!” you sigh dreamily at the thought of you walking down the aisle. “not any time soon though! i like being like this for a moment”

“good. you enjoy that while it lasts.” he advises. “hate to overstep, but what’s the deal with your ex before?”

hearing that makes your smile drop and body slouch. eyes dropping down to your lap. “oh..”

toji senses that bubbly personality of your is wearing off soon as he mentions that, which causes him to panic. “shit, I didn’t mean to make you sad, darling. sorry. you don’t have to explain”

you shake your head, clearing your throat. “no, no! it’s fine it was just—“ you cut yourself with a sad sigh. “he wanted.. to have sex with me at the party but.. i didn’t want to.. because we were drunk! and it wouldn’t be right for us to do it while we’re drunk, right?! so i told him no… over and over and — he didn’t take it well so… he called me a boring bitch and broke it off..”

his eyebrows deepening hearing that, hand around the wheel tighten at the thought of some lowlife punk trying to force himself at a sweet girl like you to have sex,

“you fucking with me?” his tone rising, seeing you shake your head as a no. “my god that’s not— sweetheart, you know that it was not your fault right? was that why you looked so sad? because you thought that you should’ve gave him what he wanted?”

you toy with the hem of your skirt, still looking down before nodding. “…yes.. because maybe then he wouldn’t be mad”

“no.. oh god, no.. don’t you ever, ever think that. what you did was the right thing, baby. you should be proud for standing up to yourself, you know that?”

slowly you look up to him, seeing his genuine eyes looking into yours. “okay..”

but toji doesn’t buy that, instead he shakes his head. “no, i want to hear you say it, come on. say ‘i did the right thing’”

a smile slowly creeps up to your face while your cheeks are heating up. “tojiii” you whine,

he smiles back at you, “come on. say it”

“i—i did the right thing” you repeat slowly,

“good girl” he praises, and that almost makes your body goes slump and your thighs to squeeze together,

when was the last time someone called you that?

throughout the ride, you and toji talk a lot about each other. from a-z. and you can’t help but admit how refreshing it is to finally have someone to talk to like this. it was a non-stop conversation, accompanied by the soft tunes playing in the background—thanks to your choice of music—

you may not notice this but toji is purposely taking the long way just so the conversation stays a bit longer,hoping you don’t realize what he’s doing. it’s not like you would actually complain, you enjoy his company.

despite your age, toji finds you to be the most interesting woman he has ever met. the way you talk freely and articulate words when you speak to him is so attractive. he loves a woman who has her own opinion on everything and you had just shown him that.

you’re smart, witty, have a great sense of humor and not to mention,

really fucking gorgeous.

toji feels like a downright pervert when he tries to sneak a glance at your soft plump thighs every second. imagining how they would look around his head. or the fat of your tits when you bounce on his cock, giving him the perfect view. and your lips,

god, your pink. glossy . lips.

“is this the place?” he pulls up in front of the big frat house where he can see a few kids standing on the porch, typical red solo cups in their hands. his eyes carefully observe the scene before him. “shit, they’re really getting shit faced huh?”

you laugh, looking over where one kid had puked all over the lawn making you grimace. “they’re not all like that everyday”

“hmm sure, sweetheart” he rolls his eyes, but smile anyways. “be careful now, yeah? you got my number saved?”

nodding, you take one good look at him before unbuckling your seatbelt. “yup! thank you for the ride, toji. you’re a real life saver!”

“don’t mention it. keep an eye out on any one who wants to try something with you. especially your ex. let me know if he’s bothering you, i’ll come quickly as i can” he informs,

your heart feels like its about to jump out of your chest, “i will, thanks again and oh! wait— can i … see you again?”

he quirks an eyebrow at that, a cocky smirk stretches upon his pretty lips causing you to glance down at it,

“you want to?” his finger and thumb softly tapping against the wheel

“i do” you reply quickly, biting down on your lower lip as your hand fiddle against the handle of his car door. “this can’t be the last time, right?”

no, of course not he thinks. because he wants to see you too. if not more than you want to see him. might as well take you out on a date, or a stroll. anything. as long as he gets to see that pretty face of yours longer than just an hour.

“you got it, sweetheart. keep a look out for a text from me, then yeah?” his hand then reach our to grab your other one, giving a soft kiss on the knuckles while maintaining an eye contact with you,

you let out a shaky breathe with a small cute smile as he rubs his thumb against your skin. before you can even move your hand to open the door, he does it for you. shooting you another smile of his.

you grab your purse and climb out of the vehicle, waving your hand at him. “good night , toji”

“goodnight, y/n. i’ll see you very soon” he winks before you close the door and see himself drive off,

you stand there for a while with a bright smile on your face that never seems to leave,

you really can’t wait to see him again

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next part, first date?👀

a/n: also, planning to make this into a series <3

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[sweet-as-an-angel]

I read your yandere dilf post just before going to sleep and had a very interesting dream as a result: yandere Wild West Outlaw!

He takes you hostage to keep the rangers from going after him after a robbery. You’re tied up in front of him on his horse and after riding away from town for a long time he doesn’t set you down somewhere like you expected but takes you with him into his hideout.

Bonus: he‘s (basically) masked > bandana covering half his face and the rim of his hat casting a shadow over his eyes

Yandere Wild West Outlaw! Headcanons

Warnings: Implications of Smut, Kidnapping, Non-Consensual Touching, Forced Proximity, Slow Burn, Stockholm Syndrome, Masked Outlaw ;), Petnames, Killing, Mentions of Robbery, Non-Consensual Voyeurism/Surveillance, Description of Injury & Blood, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’, etc.

A/N: Anon, I am in love with this concept !

♡ Yandere Outlaw whose body encompasses yours, his chest to your back and his arms caging you as he grips the horse’s reigns, his breathing steady as if he hadn’t just committed a multitude of crimes. Then again, considering how proficient he was at wiping the inn clean of all its savings and tying you up on his horse before the rangers could even arrive, you suspected this was not the first time he’d done this. Nor would it be the last.

♡ Yandere Outlaw says very little after he abducted you, his last words being sharp commands, laden with a calmness you would never have expected from a man holding an entire building hostage.

♡ And, in your terror, you said nothing to him, your back to his front as he rode to nowhere discernible, the civilised, populated terrain of your home town having melted away hours ago.

♡ No, the Outlaw gave nothing away. Even after days of being forced to travel with him to what you could only pray would be a town – somewhere for him to dispose of you before taking to the canyons again – he said nothing.

♡ He’d offer you food, and, after the first 24 hours of starving yourself out of sheer distrust – or principle, as you wanted to see it – you succumbed to your famine.

♡ Yandere Outlaw would feed it to you before disappearing behind whatever cover lay nearby – oftentimes his horse – and eat.

♡ Whatever lay beneath his bandana was a mystery to you. And it only took you trying to see what he looked like once to see that your endeavour was a hopeless one.

♡ You’d strained and leaned past the point of no return, falling onto your side.

♡ And Outlaw came back into view, adjusting his bandana back over his nose, the shadow cast over his eyes by his hat much like that descending over the valley you now inhabited.

♡ Your heart stammered as he grew closer, the spurs of his boots the land equivalent to the fin of a shark as Outlaw came to a stop before you.

♡ He got to one knee, so quietly that you could see why nobody ever saw him coming, and, brushing a lock of hair from your face with a gloved hand, chuckled.

♡ Low and rumbling, like an earthquake. Or one of God’s many natural disasters. A gruff, brief thing as ephemeral as life itself. 

♡ “Don’t get yourself all scuffed up now, Darlin’,” he says. His hand trails from just behind your ear, tracing your jaw, the tendons in your neck, stopping just short of where your shirt hangs above your collar bones.

♡ You think that you hear him hiss. So sibilant and soft you’re unsure whether you perhaps imagined it and rather heard the conversation of pit vipers laying just below the hard sand beneath your ear.

♡ Outlaw’s head tilts, his face no clearer to you now as it was days ago, especially now with the setting sun casting a misplaced halo about his hat-clad head, his front shadowed. Two sides, one a light facade, the other his true nature.

♡ “You’re no good to me broken.”

♡ Yandere Outlaw whose only elaboration of that cryptic sentiment comes in the form of another day’s travel, during which you remained firmly bound – and gagged at one juncture when you made the mistake of crying for help when you spotted a lone merchant out on the open road.

♡ Yandere Outlaw neutralised that channel of freedom for you very quickly with a crack of a bullet, leaving you glassy-eyed and breathless as he ransacked the merchant’s travel cabin, taking all manner of valuables.

♡ “Why, thank you, Darlin’,” he says, his gloved hand coming to rest on your knee, clapping down on you and making you jump – shriek. And he squeezes with all the familiarity of someone who’s done this before.

♡ “Wouldn’t’a found this here haul if you hadn’t tried to scream your pretty little head off.”

♡ Yandere outlaw knows that’s isn’t quite true; he’s an excellent tracker, and an even better marksman. He’d have found this travelling man on his own eventually; the outcome would have been identical. But you didn’t need to know that.

♡ The gag was practically useless after that, for your desire to keep others from the same fate as the travelling salesman had you quiet as a mouse.

♡ Yandere Outlaw can sense how rigid you are – less so than you were when he’d first taken you, but you still felt…different. You were loose in the way that submission often made people slaves to fatigue, to their fate. And he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d succumbed to yours so soon, especially when, as you finally drifted off to sleep after a day and a half without it, you leaned into his chest, head to his shoulder.

♡ Unwillingly, of course. Your exhaustion weighed you down, lead. You had no control over your unconscious body, regardless of how repulsive you found the pillow you were leaning on.

♡ Yandere Outlaw can’t help but let his gaze drift from the open canyon ahead, gradually giving way to caves and rocky rivers, to your face. You were tranquil in sleep, brew no longer knotted in worry, or fear. Just…sleep.

♡ Yandere Outlaw could feel his hands twitching, the urge to touch you creeping up behind him the longer he stared at your vulnerable form.

♡ Yandere outlaw who, for a second, and a second only, let his hand slip from the reigns and slither, slowly, to your knee, up the expanse of your clothed thigh.

♡ Yandere Outlaw’s heart who, for the first time in a long time, beats at a humming bird’s pace when you shift in your slumber, making him withdraw.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, watching, waiting for you to settle back into sleep, kept his hands from you the rest of the night. Though temptation beckons him to do otherwise.

♡ Yandere Outlaw shifted behind you, waking you. Only when you were torn from a dream of being anywhere but here did you realise the horse had come to a stop, an unfamiliar breeze settling over you.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, unsaddling you from the horse, carries you like a bride in his arms, kicking open the door to an abode you didn’t even know was there.

♡ Yandere Outlaw sets you down beside a pole, tying you to it. Tightly.

♡ “Welcome home, Dollface,” he says, hands settling on his belt as he watches your eyes jump from one corner to another, taking in these new surroundings, these new circumstances.

♡ Of course, you don’t accept the conditions Outlaw has roped you into. Not without a fight.

♡ Yandere Outlaw, as a result, had to keep his eye on you when you initially began your residence with him. 

♡ For the first couple of weeks, he’d take you to the waterfall to bathe every other day; would watch you as you did so. At first, bashful and uncomfortable, you’d asked him to turn around as you stood exposed. To which the Outlaw just laughed. “Ain’t much worth lookin’ at,” he’d reassured you.

♡ Yandere outlaw who tells you exactly how the day’s going to go.

♡ “You’re gonna cook whatever I bring back. Y’understand ?”

♡ Yandere Outlaw who initially only lets you chop up vegetables and bread, withholding the excuse to use a sharp knife from you by intentionally not collecting any meat.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, before taking even a bite of the meal you prepare, makes you taste it first. “I know you little crafty types; poison enough in your veins to kill a horse.”

♡ Translation: “You’re having this first to make sure it’s not going to kill me.”

♡  Yandere Outlaw who, after that initial hurdle, though he won’t admit it, feels his tongue practically bursting with flavour when he tastes your soup for the first time. Though, he keeps it under wraps, his form hidden behind a wall, his bandana pulled down.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, with little alternative to offer you, makes you sleep in his bed.

♡ “Either that, or you’re sleepin’ outside.”

♡ He still wears the bandana btw, and wears a sleep mask over his eyes.

♡ He doesn’t touch you. Not in intentional ways, it would seem.

♡ Not at first.

♡ A light brush of the hand here and there. 

♡ Sure, the urge to bask in the aura of the most beautiful person he’s ever seen is pretty overwhelming for the Outlaw. Especially since he doesn’t understand why he feels this way, never having felt it for anyone else before.

♡ Sure, he’s taken others, some much more enthusiastic than others (you don’t get to his level of notoriety without attracting a few hundred fans).

♡ So, when you’re asleep, an arm and a leg bound to the bedpost, he watches you.

♡ He tells himself it’s for his own safety, to make sure you’re not going to reach for a weapon and gut him like a pig.

♡ But when he sees your gentle face, he knows you’re incapable of that

♡ He likes to think that you’re incapable of anything without him around. Makes him feel bigger, stronger.

♡ So why exactly was he still looking upon you into the late hours of the night ?

♡ Over time, his resolve begins to crack.

♡ Especially with every aspect of your partnership accounted for.

♡ The baths, the bed sharing, the homemade cooking – it’s just all so…

♡ Domestic.

♡ But, that doesn’t make Outlaw trust you any more than the day he first took you. Not yet, at least.

♡ Despite his confidence in his own ability to keep you here, he knows the indomitable human spirit is strong enough to break through every precaution. And, just in case you do manage to escape, he’s making sure you can’t pick him out of a lineup if you make it to law enforcement – if the vultures don’t pick you off first.

♡ Yandere Outlaw makes you cook every night, under the guise of you “Needin’ your strength to straighten this place out.”

♡ Yandere Outlaw who appoints you as his head housekeeper, making it your sole responsibility to be the “homemaker” of the two of you.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who feels strange when he sees you with one of his shirts tied about your waist – a makeshift apron – who doesn’t even recognise this feeling as domesticity. Warmth. That feeling of security having been deprived of him all his life.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who wonders what you’d look like wearing one of his shirts.

♡ And something in his brain chemistry changes.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, during your river baths, knocks your clothes into the stream when you’re not looking, offering you his shirt when you’re ready to come out.

♡ “Y’really should be careful,” he tells you, swallowing thickly as the neckline of his shirt dips below your collarbones, drowning you. He looks away, not trusting that the feeling coiling in his lower half won’t spring out at any moment. “Men might take advantage of a pretty lil’ thing like you. Especially when you’re so…” A shiver shoots up his spine. “Vulnerable.”

♡ Your clothes seem to disappear not long after that, leaving you only with whatever consisted of the Outlaw’s wardrobe.

♡ You notice that he seems to disappear at odd hours of the day, leaving you to your chores while he does something.

♡ Little do you know that the something he is doing is a secret he’ll take to his grave.

♡ The sight of you in his shirts, of you in the river, is too much for him.

♡ He takes to hiding out in a densely vegetated patch of land behind the cabin to…relieve himself of his thoughts of you. Thoughts he’s used to sustaining for perhaps a second or two when it came to his prior conquests. Thoughts that, now, a month into your capture, extend long into his nights and speckle his logic when he’s on a mission.

♡ It’s dangerous, he knows; to have his mind elsewhere while he risks his life for the loot he so desires. But he can’t deny that they make him feel human. Normal.

♡ Despite how un-normal this entire situation is.

♡ It takes every ounce of his restraint not to just tie you down and take you while you sleep beside him, make you scream and cry for him as he empties his frustration and, dare he say, lust, into you.

♡ But, he doesn’t want to scare you off.

♡ Doesn’t want to see your eyes light up in fear whenever he enters the room.

♡ He wants something else.

♡ Something that he doesn’t have a word for.

♡ It’s only when he happens across a conversation with you, asking you if you had “A lover boy back home,” that he found the word he was looking for.

♡ You wince at the question, the memory of your life away from this situation salt in an unhealed wound.

♡ “No,” you tell him, your honesty a virtue. “Haven’t been in a relationship yet.”

♡ Relationship.

♡ It felt right to the Outlaw when he heard it; especially coming from you.

♡ It sticks with him the rest of the day, and while you’re cooking dinner, washing the Outlaw’s clothes, dusting the sparse furniture, he’s got one thing on his mind.

♡ How to get you into a relationship with him.

♡ He’s completely unequipped to deal with someone on such an intimate level, so he uses all his knowledge he’s gathered while seducing and bedding others to piece together a game plan.

♡ First, he needs to know what you like. He remembers from that one time a woman hit him with her shoe when he forgot her name ten minutes after meeting her.

♡ So, he starts hanging around you (much) more often, making you sit down and tell him about yourself.

♡ As he makes you spend time in his company, he comes to learn of the fanciful little things you enjoy.

♡ At first, the details are dry and few and far between, with you giving very little about yourself away.

♡ But, as his persistence drags into days, you eventually just start telling him whatever he asks, so long as it’s not too personal.

♡ Or painful.

♡ Whenever the outlaw can see you're starting to become upset, being reminded of your circumstances, he eases up on the personal questions and just asks superficial ones.

♡ “How’re ya feeling today ?” “D’ya eat well this mornin’ ?” “D’ya need me to dust a shelf down or something’ ?”

♡ His miniscule acts of selflessness are extensions of his effort to make you at least not hate him. Though you didn’t know this. His thought process was still an enigma to you.

♡ He also stalks you in his own home.

♡ Listens to you sing while you complete your tasks, your voice the softest thing he’s heard since…well, ever.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, when he embarks on a hunt, never tells you where or when, and never even the how.

♡ The only clue you’ll ever be given as to his nigh-weekly excursions are trinkets he brings with him. Ones which you thought he’d pawn elsewhere in the county at a later date, or bury in the canyon somewhere.

♡ Until he offers them to you.

♡ At first, you’re not sure what to make of these…gifts ?

The first time he gave you one, he said nothing, only watching you.

♡ You swore you could see his shoulders heaving beneath his jacket, something almost feral in his demeanour. Pressurising.

♡ And, with the possibility of what could happen to you should you decline these acts of…generosity…You just take them, uttering a quiet “Thank you,” before putting them in a kitchen cabinet, unsure of the intent behind them.

♡ The first few times this happened, you were befuddled.

♡ Yet, with how gently the Outlaw placed them in your hands, with how intense his gaze was, even though you couldn’t see it beneath the permanent shadow across his brow, you could feel it.

♡ It was only one evening when the Outlaw returned with yet more loot that the meaning behind the trinkets became apparent.

♡ His hand disappears into the inside pocket of his jacket, and he withdraws a small box; rounded and bejewelled like an idol. He comes to stand before you, and, shoulders pinned abc and rigid, you swallow. Thickly.

♡ He looks down at the box, and,his finger dragging along the edge, slowly, he relinquishes it to you.

♡ And, by pure force of habit, you accept.

♡ You turn the box gingerly between your fingers, the dim candlelight from within the cabin just barely warding off the black of the night, setting the precious stones welded within the metal alight.

♡ “Well,” the Outlaw says, making you jump. You look up at him, eyes wide.

♡ “Open it.”

♡ He says it as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

♡ Swallowing again, your gaze skitters back to the box.

♡ And, with bated breath, you lift the lid.

♡ A delicate, silver melody slithers from the portal you’ve opened, a serpentine tune wrapping around your mind, vivid, beloved memories riding on its feathered wings.

♡ Your favourite song.

♡ For a moment, one sweet, fragile moment, you’re not here.

♡ You’re back at home, in a warm bed that is yours and yours alone, surrounded by the people who matter most to you, any celebration mankind can conjure not even a whisper of the joy you feel in this scene.

♡ And then, as the wind blows autumn leaves from the human mind, the memory is gone, taken away by reality realising it has neglected you.

♡ You’re looking into nothing now, the apparition of your past slipping from you, your eyes wavered and muffled with…

♡ Tears.

♡ In your periphery, just outside the realm of reality you’re returning to, the Outlaw’s drilling gaze drops from you to the floor ina  rare show of anticipation. A hand comes to the back of his neck, where he squeezes the skin. A stress ball.

♡ “Do you…” he begins, “Do ya like it ?”

♡ Your stare inches from the void up to the outlaw’s hidden face.

♡ Perhaps if he had a discernible human feature, you could sense anticipation there. But as it stood, this was no man, but a phantom.

♡ One which must have heard and remembered that tune you often sang while completing chores.

♡ You couldn’t take it.

♡ To have him acknowledge the memory – to make it more real – nailed your coffin shut.

♡ And you broke down.

♡ When you crumpled into a pile, the Outlaw took a step back, one hand reaching for his holster; a knee-jerk reaction.

♡ And what little solace he could offer came in a most inconspicuous display.

♡ The Outlaw got to one knee, now at your level.

♡ And, with a careful hand, he placed a gloved finger upon your shoulder. Then another. Then another.

♡ Spidery and unfamiliar, foreign, the Outlaw’s actions were jerky, janky, an unoiled machine. But he was trying.

♡ When his hand lay against the curve of your shoulder, you did not move. Did not shunt him off or scream at him to let go.

♡ You remained where you were, weeping into your shirt apron.

♡ And the Outlaw, with a fiery grip encircling his heart, feeling brewing in his centre, stronger than all those implicatures and desires. This was solid, unlike the quicksand foundations upon which the Outlaw’s every emotion was built upon.

♡ Was this…

♡ Empathy ?

♡ His grip on your shoulder tightened, the revelation swarming through him like locusts.

♡ He swallowed. Tried thinking through the orchestra in his mind.

♡ “S’okay,” he said. To you, and to himself. His fingers moved gently, your skin and muscle warm through the leather of his gloves. “You’re okay.”

♡ Things changed after that.

♡ He no longer forced you to sleep in the same bed as him, instead bringing back with him a fine silk cover from one of his trips, gifting it to you.

♡ Yet, you still chose to sleep in the same bed as him.

♡ “It’ll be getting cold soon,” you said. “WIth winter coming, and all.”

♡ And, while this new feeling, raw and fresh, was…nice compared to the emptiness that often lingered in his chest, the Outlaw couldn’t help but feel weakened by this influx of emotion.

♡ When he tried to have his alone time with his thoughts of you, he felt…wrong.

♡ Ashamed.

–

♡ You were used to him disappearing for days at a time. Hell, you'd come to expect it at this point in your captivity.

♡ But something about tonight felt...off.

♡ Not that you'd ever admit it, even to yourself, but with the amount of time you'd spent together these last few months, you no longer hated being in his company.

♡ In fact, on the days he would be gone from the early hours of the morn to the late hours of the evening, you could even say you...missed it.

♡ And, unfortunately, despite your every instinct swaying you otherwise, you find that to be the case now.

♡ But, more than that, you're concerned. Something you'd never thought you'd feel for a murderer, a thief. Your kidnapper.

♡ And your pacing, your lip-chewing, your nail-biting are all proven justified when the Outlaw slams against the front door, stumbling through.

♡ At first, you just watch, ready to yell, to ask where he's been the last few days, until you see it.

♡ A bloodied handprint on the door.

♡ He staggers in, swaying on uneven footing, his breathing stifled,as if through a thin straw. He wheezes, collapsing into the doorframe beside him.

♡ And you rush to him. As if he wasn't the one who put you here to begin with. As if whatever's bringing him to his knees now wasn't justified, provoked.

♡ But you don't think of any of that, your mind filled only with the fact that nobody knows you're out here. Without guidance, you'd be dead before you reached the edge of the canyon encompassing your hiding place.

♡ You needed him alive.

♡ After wrestling him onto his bed, almost buckling beneath his weight, you found the source of his downfall.

♡ A wound; bullet-bitten and bleeding, a rouge flower burgeoning with the promise of extinction.

♡ You tried getting him to talk, to tell you what to do. But his voice was barely a whisper, instead using what little seeping strength that remained to point to a cabinet.

♡ Inside, you found what you knew would be needed to heal him. Whether it – you – could save him, though, was another story.

♡ You tried taking his bandana off to see if he was hurt elsewhere, but to no avail. Despite the life draining from his body, he somehow found it in himself to stop you, to place a gloved, trembling hand atop yours, an imploring aura to the gesture.

♡ Don't.

♡ And, for the first time, beneath the dim light of the cabin, you could see something human on him.

♡ It existed only in the form of a shimmer beneath the shadow of his hat, his face still very much obscured, yet the emotions on it were not.

♡ You recognised this emotion, for you'd worn it yourself, both inwardly and out, for the last three months.

♡ Fear.

♡ In its purest and most carnal form.

♡ And a voice, strained with either agony or disuse.

♡ “Help me.”

♡ Throughout the night, you tended to Outlaw's wound. A maw-like, gaping thing it was, spouting blood as one would bucket water out of a sinking boat.

♡ Luckily, you didn't have to worry about shrapnel; the bullet went clean through outlaw's side, leeaving only the aftermath and not the instigator. You managed to stop the bleeding, use the stitching on Outlaw's shirt (which was basically yours now) to sew the wound closed.

♡ For the first time, Outlaw was uncharacteristically human.

♡ Sure, you'd seen the scars on his back when he bathed, the many brushes with death he'd encountered, some advancing into a dance, much like this night's escapade had been.

♡ But you knew, somewhere, somehow, that without another pair of hands here, Outlaw likely wouldn't have pulled through.

♡ Not this time.

♡ And now, here you sat, at Outlaw's beck and call, his bedside your new home.

♡ You watched over him, the cabin silent, the night just as quiet. Even the crickets seemed to chirp quieter, either out of fear or respect for the almost dearly departed.

♡ And, looking up from the massacre on the bed, your gaze swept the room. And you realise something.

♡ The front door, which neither you, nor Outlaw locked, is unguarded.

♡ Yandere outlaw is riddled with sleep, his agony having stripped him of his energy and his strength.

♡ So...why hadn't you tried to escape yet ?

♡ Looking over at Outlaw, sound asleep, you realised just how easy it would be to walk out that door.

♡ Sure, you might get lost. Might die of hypothermia during the freezing hours of a dessert night, but with enough layers, food and water, you saw no reason as to why you couldn't just leave right now.

♡ After all, it wasn't like you'd be killing Outlaw if you left. Sure he might die of infection, or blood loss if his stitches come undone. But you'd at least tried to help him. So your conscience wasn't going to be the issue.

♡ So what was stopping you ?

♡ Looking back at the Outlaw, you felt strange.

♡ The urge to protect him, to care for him, outweighed even your greatest notion of escape, which explained why the thought to do so hadn't hit you until just now.

♡ You bit your lip, looking between Outlaw and the door.

♡ Both options were tantilisingly easy to pursue, and yet only one would be available to you, the other perishing if you ignored it.

♡ Maybe hours passed. Maybe it was mere minutes.

♡ But watching the Outlaw sleep, at his most vulnerable, with his pleading “Help me,” rattling around in your mind, the choice already seemed to be made for you. You just didn't want to tell yourself exactly why. 

♡ So...you stayed.

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if it’s no trouble could we get another part to DILF/ nanny reader? Maybe like a willing reader? Bc I know of a hot dad wanted to date me who am I to say no? Lol great work!!!!

Cw: fem reader! jealousy, possessive/obsessive tendencies, Quio and Miki butting heads, the plot thickens

Synopsis no.2: 【featuring you being caught in the middle between your coworker and employer literally and figuratively. Miki obviously hates your employer and makes it well known meanwhile Quio does the same vice versa. The Dilf tried his best to put his and Peina’s plan of seducing you into action. But he’s constantly getting interrupted. And He’s honestly so close to snapping at this point.】

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“I wish you’d stop by here more often after all you’re already part of the family."

The Dilf sighs melodramatically, electing a small giggle from your lips. Seeing how he acted so distraught due to your absence. While he led you and your coworker to the living room, gesturing for you to take a seat on the couch.

“Oh that’s kind of you to say Mr. Evinis but I can’t possibly impose on you guys. Plus I’ve still gotta work my boring office job”

You replied with a mirthful tone at his sweet comment truly feeling as if you’ve made a second home within your employers household. You’ve already grown accustomed to his friendly work staff and of course his darling daughter who was l always clinging onto you like a baby kitten. And the fact that her father was so chivalrous and kind didn’t help your own little crush from forming on the single dad.

“Oh perish the thought sugarling~ we’re lucky enough to even be blessed by your radiant grace. In this boring household.”

Quio reassures with a charming smile, as he makes sure to fluff up some fancy decor pillows for his lovely lady. After placing the plush pillows down where you’d sit, He then put a hand on your shoulder giving a comforting squeeze.

“In fact me and the little squirt have always gotten excited at seeing you pull up and we’d be more than happy to keep you hostage here if possible”

The Dilf admits in a cheesy manner, which made you feel at ease. From how sweet his insistence at you dropping by often to hang out was. Being none the wiser to how he was being 100% serious. About the part where him and his daughter briefly molled over the idea of keeping their lovely nanny hostage at their mansion. Since they honestly couldn’t get enough of how addicting your sunshine liken presence.

Lit up every dark lonesome corner of the estate and they’d be damned if they every let you get a chance to escape from their sights. brandishes a pearly grin at the thought of being able to cater personally to his future missus.

“Also if your boring office job is what’s holding you back from spending quality time with us then I can think of a couple solutions to—“

“Um, let me stop you right there man. Whatever you’re pitching would be nice and all but I need my work wife.”

Once again you missed the small micro transgression within the Dilf’s facial features as his eye twitched at the irksome interruption done by that worthless dickbag.

“Aha work wife? With someone like you? I see you’re the type to joke around huh?”

He replied in an tone of condescension giving Miki a mean spirited smile. And an idle glance over full of scorn at the self assured confidence in this boy, who was proclaiming that his darling was his work wife.

“Well I am quite the jokester—wait what the hell do you mean by someone like me??”

You nearly busted out laughing at how Miki got a miffed expression on his face from the subtle dig done by the famous actor. You didn’t necessarily claim to be Miki’s work wife as nice as his company was. He was an utter shitty coworker to have when you’re trying to get shit done. Whenever you two were paired it’d be him cracking jokes while you were working like an effective machine.

“Well If anything they’re my work wife, no my wife, since yknow she’s looking after my kid like the little darling angel she is”

Quio nearly purred with a sharp edge to his voice as he blatantly rubbed it in Miki’s face the sheer difference. Between the two of them and how he was ultimately more important in your standings.

“Anit that right sweetness?”

The single dad hummed with a sickening sweet expression that resembled a hopeful doe eyed buck. His shouldering eyes never failed to make your heart do kick flips from how they always seemed to focus on purely you. Almost as if you were his world, his missing half. You got extremely flustered that you could barely even respond to his words. Until Miki let out a sneer and fixed his apparent love rival a shrewd scowl.

“Oh please as if! She’s your Nanny, not your substitute wife. Plus I already called dibs on her first, my guy.”

The sight of that damned flea mansplaining on the couch with the slinging over his arm right behind your head. Made Quio imagine ripping that same offending arm from our his socket and bitch slapping him with it.

“Dibs? Are you insinuating that she’s an object to be possessed by the likes of a peasant like you?”

He taunts snarkily, dropping his nice guy facade as makes his way to sit right in between you and Miki. Squeezing his bulky frame in the middle of the couch he gracefully crosses his legs as he swats off the offending arm behind your head and replaces it with his own.

“Tch! Now you know that’s not what I meant. It’s always you actors spinning fabricated lies. And the fuck did you just—“

“Miki don’t you think that it’s time for you to go soon? You’re gonna be late for work”

You interjected seeing how things were getting out of hand between the two offending men. Quio merely gave a smug smile as he saw Miki begrudgingly get up with an scowl on his face. You were right he had to go soon since he couldn’t be late for his promotion into higher management. He didn’t tell you that yet because he wanted to surprise you on the day you both worked the same shift.

“Ah fuck your right, thanks for the reminder what would I do without my precious work wife?”

Miki emphasized loudly, Shooting a glare towards the A-listed actor as he then gave you an abrupt hug goodbye whilst still glowering at the Dilf. The two seemed to be exchanging a clash of mixed silent threats behind your back.

Quio “gently” nudged Miki away from his darling with a hard shove with the pointy tip of his shoe upon his midriff. Making your coworker stumble back with a sharp exhaled grunt escaping his lips. Good, he hoped that fucker gets sore down there. The single dad was always about getting his get back by being petty whenever someone blatantly tried to piss him off.

“Alright that’s enough Casanova wouldn’t wanna keep your bosses waiting yeah?”

The Dilf chirped in a sweet noncommittal manner as he briefly pulled you into a side hug. As if to cleanse you from the poor touch Miki had given you. Miki had to bite back his tongue since he really couldn’t afford to waste time with the man’s shenanigans. And rolled his eyes he could only afford to shoot you a word of warning with concern shining in his eyes before he made his way outside of the million dollar manor.

“Be careful… You know how actors are, always so full of shit. Call me when you’re done I’ll come to pick you up okay?”

“Yeah yeah, don’t let the door hit cha on ya on the way out Miki”

Quio sassed as he couldn’t wait to have that cocky fucker out of sight and out of mind. There were so many times where the actor came close to acting out. One of his many aspiring roles which consisted of him being a deranged serial killer. It would’ve gave him peace of mind to choke out that lanky shithead and watch the life leave his eyes.

But he had better things to do at the moment rather than drone in about how he’d murder Miki in cold blood. Like wooing you over for instance which was unfortunately put on pause due to a pest intent on getting in the way between you and him. So he feels a sense of relief wash over him as Miki leaves, knowing that he can finally have you all to himself.

“It seems like you two get along well enough already”

You caught the Dilf off guard with your off handed comment as he gave you a raised brow and an apprehensive smile. He shook his head slightly and gave a dark chuckle at how naive you were to perceive their little spat to be that of a friendly origin. When they clearly wanted to go at each others necks.

“It would seem so… But hey I was wondering if you’d be interested in—“

His phone decided to go off in the most headache inducing way. He could hear the annoying ringtone which indicated that his manager was calling and he bit back a snarl from being interrupted once again. Collecting himself he excused himself from the couch not being fore taking your hand in his and giving it a small chaste kiss as he gave you an apologetic gaze.

“Sorry about this sugarling I’ve gotta take this call I’ll be right back”

With his servants taking leave at his behest today was the day he planned on tying the metaphorical knot with the cute Nanny that stole both his and his little girl’s heart. So his manager had better got a pretty damn good reason for bugging him on his day of vacation leave. Or else they’ll get added to the hitlist alongside that damned coworker of yours.

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I’m thinking of making this into a mini series, let me know if I should continue!o(≧v≦)o

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[f10werfae]

Por Vida

pairing: Sugar Daddy!Pedro Pascal x Female!Reader

summary: Post-Sex aftercare with sugar daddy Pedro, with lots of pillow talk and sweet promises (Dilf Warning 😘🫶)

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“But it’s not fair!” Y/n whined resting against his bicep, her newly manicured fingers grasped around his arm, his lips focused on peppering kisses all over her face; finally landing on her lips to shut you up. “I know mi vida, daddy knows, i’m here to make it all better yeah?” He whispered cupping her jaw, nodding along with her as she giggled against his lips. One of his hands massaging over her breast.

“you smell so good, so soft, my gorgeous woman” He whispered bringing her nude body closer to his side, both of them mixed with his bedsheets, allowing her to rant about her colleagues who just couldn’t keep to themselves. “Stop it! Stop tryna butter me up and let me vent” Y/n whined slapping his chest then kissing it gently, with him chuckling in return, his hands venturing down to take a sneak of a grab at her ass; earning him another squeak and a giggle.

“Can’t help it amor, you’ve got me wrapped around your pretty finger” Pedro whispered interlacing their fingers, bringing it to his lips and kissing it, both of them still clearly dazed from the post-sex haze. “Hm well you’ve got me wrapped round this” Smirking, Y/n took her other hand, softly pumping the limp cock laying between her thighs. “You really are something else” He laughed kissing her again, he just loved those lips of hers

“Yeah? Well ya better put a ring on my finger before anyone else finds out about me” She whispered tracing his lips with her finger, seeing him widen his eyes and throw a scowl her way, “Fuck you for putting that thought in my head, acting as if you’re not in my sheets, my arms and in my heart” He growled nuzzling in closer to her, grazing the tip of his nose on her cheek as he kissed her face all over again.

“I know, am just playing with you old man, you get so cooked up so easily” Rubbing over the creases on his forehead, she felt his lips travel down to her breasts, taking a tit in each hand as he massaged, sucked and kissed at each hardened nipple. “When it comes to you, yes, cause we need each other baby, por vida” Coming back up to face her, he took her hand and purposefully kissed the space on her ring finger, letting her know it wouldn’t be that long before there’d be a rock on it. A mighty diamond, fit for his sugar babe.

His Spanish making her feel weak at the knees, he always spoke it so softly towards her, even bringing it out during the filthiest and dirtiest love-making sessions. Sure it may have started from a sugar baby website, but that was besides the point. 5 months of pure ruthless fucking and shopping, lead to dates and sleepovers; with Y/n practically living in his house by month 8. Now a year and a half into this relationship, things were definitely heating up with progression, both sets of parents reminding them that time wasn’t on their side; them wanting grandchildren ASAP.

“Por vida” She nodded replying back, the words simply rolling off her tongue from the amount of times she’s said it, his nose nudging hers playfully as he captured her lips once again. Her whines and whimpers increasing in volume once their tongues met out in the open, the wet smacking sounds filling their bedroom, their kiss was as sensual as you could get. Their lips gently massaging each others, with Pedro pulling away every few seconds to peck her repeatedly to tease her, and taking another few seconds to just stare at his woman, “You’re so beautiful, mi corazon, I can’t wait to start our life together”

“M-me too” She stuttered feeling flustered, one of his arms resting under her head, the other now settled back on her hips; kneading her skin greedily. Tracing the ink on her hips, a simple cursive ‘P’ tattooed only a place he would ever be able to see, making it that even more special, with her initial being on the underside of his ring finger. Of course when Y/n found out she went crazy at it, only for him to remind her “This spot is reserved for our ring my love, just reminding people it’s taken” He would say, rubbing his hands up and down her arms to calm her down.

“Imagine our wedding picture right above the fireplace in the front room and the tiny pitter patter of feet, our little ones running in here every morning to wake Mama and Papa” Speaking lowly he trailed wet butterfly kisses all over her collarbone, softly grinding his hardening length on her mound, here we go again…

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PSA: First time writing for Pedro Pascal and it was quite fun actually, let me know if you would want more from him 🫶🫶🫶

See you all at the next update in a few days :)

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[v1x3n]

♡ "a date?"

john price x reader ┃ navigation┃ bimbo masterlist ୨୧ tags : fluff, suggestive

You find yourself strolling down a long path, soon entering one of your favourite cafes. A cute little cat cafe, you plop yourself down on a comfy seat whilst scrolling down on your phone. Well more specifically tinder, you wanted to find a boyfriend and a nice one at least. No more silly fuck boys that only want sex. You are really fucking fit but you still wanted love not just lust. A white and grey cat came and sat next to you, he shoved his head to your thigh which made you look down at him. “Ah! kandy! “ you yelp out in awe. You stroke the cat and put her down onto your lap, playing with her fur as you continue your previous acts. 

Some men there were just.. Not your type, men in tracksuits and whose hobbies are drugs are just not your thing. That's when you come across a familiar person. He was tall, he said on there he was 6 foot, he was also very built. His little description was ‘mates told me it's a good idea so here i am’ 

His beard was making you feel some things, total dilf vibes, you almost got wet just thinking about him like that. You instantly swiped yes on him, then a notification popped up saying he had added you back. 

‘Hi dear, sorry if i'm wrong but are you the same little girl from kyle garricks party last weekend? X’

Holy shit! That's where you remember him from! He was Kyle's strange yet sweet boss!

‘Omg! Are you the boss one?’

‘captain , but yeah x’

You slightly giggled and stopped petting kandy again. ‘Didn't think you were single, love x’  he sent another text just a minute later. 

‘How's that?’

‘far too pretty to be single x’ he made your feet kick under the table, which made your fluffy cat run off. “awe “ you pout at the kitty. 

‘Awh, you're sweet! You in the area?’ 

He answered yes, and you two decided to meet up right here at the cat cafe! It was kind of quick but you had met him before and he was friends with Kyle so you knew he wouldn't be some freak. So why not? Lifes is only short. 

—★!

He rocks up with a opened buttoned up shirt and blackish trousers, he looks almost too fucking fancy to be here. You giggle slightly at him which makes his eyebrows furrow towards you. John scoots closer to you whilst smiling brightly, “hello love” his familiar voice brung a small glint of happiness to you. He sits in front of you and moves his head around to look at the inside of the cafe. “The cats are cute” he then looks towards you and takes in your outfit. A fluffy tracksuit, the jacket cropped so it's showing a little of your stomach whilst the bottoms are a little baggy. You smile up at him and nod. “You come here often?” you look away from him and your face lights up, “yeah! Almost everyday” he was nice. 

You grab the menu and pass the other one to John, “I'll pay” you gleam once more at him. He had noticed that you were in a very hyper mood, giggly and bubbly. Or maybe you were always like this? “No need sweetie, I can.”

“You sure? I- i have money” you look up at him, almost pouting. “What you having love?” glancing at the menu and you pick out your usual, “vanilla cream” he does this weird yet cute beaver smile at you. Then he picks himself up and goes to order. 

Soon he comes back with your drink and a coffee, he sets them down then walks off again. Your eyebrows pull up a little as you wonder where he's off too, he wanders to you again with two chocolate chip cookies in his hand. “Hope you like these” he plops himself down and hands you one of the cookies. “Aww thanks!!” giggles sound from you and he sips on his cup of coffee. You look over at him then down at your order, as you two sit in comfortable silence and drink your cups a small kitten hops along to you both and twirls itself around johns ankle. “Who's this little one?” he glances down at the small kitty, you do the same and then give your hand to the cat. He swirls around his ankle one more then jumps at your hand, playfully hitting it. “This one's charlie.”

“You know all their names?” he chuckles softly as you nod. “There's kandy, luna, lottie, bean, nova and charlie” 

—★!

“Out the helicopter?” you squeal and laugh as you and John walk down a long path down to your house. “Yeah it was hard to stay serious after” he chuckles, he looks down whilst seeing the small glint of shine in your gorgeous eyes. 

John's eyes stay connected with the pavement and he sighs softly at you, the eyes that had been looking forward trail along to look at him. And maybe or maybe not then you check him out… his strong, buff arms with his small waist fit perfectly with his bulky thighs. “We… we should do this again!” you smile at him, his eyes move towards yours - connecting eyes and maintaining eye contact with him whilst he chuckles at you trying to not squirm away and blush. He nods and follows it up with, “you like movies?” 

As you nod he takes a left, you do too, “then we should go see something hm? Or we could at my house or yours?” You quickly gaze up at him, giggling as you almost purr, “we should at my house!!” John looks in your direction, he does a singular nod then you stop. 

“Well this is my house” mumbling through your teeth like you were nervous. 

“Goodbye sweetheart” he smiles strongly and bends over to kiss your forehead. You giggle once more. Your heart beats fast as butterflies grow powerful in your stomach, bashing into eachother with how fucking fast they were moving around. Before he leaves you grab onto the end of his shirt, he spins around and his eyebrows look quizzical. “Wait.. I have a question!”

“Was this a date?” your head tilts at him as he smiles, he laughs slightly and then sighs. John nods whilst chuckling and pets your head gently, “if you'd like it to be.” 

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[malewifeharem]

celebrity!danheng IL

彡- ,, a collection of my brainrots about dating danheng as diff types of celebs!

cw ⁞ none unless ur allergic to hot rich dragon fluff. not proofread.

an ⁞ i put my whole badussy into this from 3 am till 8. i wasnt gonna write so much for my first post but ehe.

imagine dancer!danheng who lets you join him during dance practice. you sit quietly by the side while you keep your eyes on his sweaty, concentrated form. the song he chose blasts in the background and his sneakers squeak with each of his movements. he's dynamic, powerful, sexy and everything you could ever dream of.

sometimes he worries that you'll get bored (as if) so he glances at you occasionally to check on you. the way you flare up in embarrassment at his sharp gaze is just a bonus. you really question how you managed to woo a water dragon twice your age (dilf?) but you try not to think about it too much.

he mutters a breathy "thank you, treasure," as you hand him his bottle. he doesn't realize you smiling like an idiot as you watch him replenish himself, your eyes once again locking in on your boyfriend's ethereal features. his slick-backed hair falls across his face as he tips his head back, revealing his crystalline eyes — divine, tranquil and pure, just like a river — much like his love for you.

imagine author!danheng who dedicates all of his time writing about his one and only muse — you. in fact, he's been writing about you for lifetimes now — in every new lifetime you two share together, he vows to devote his time to only you. when he's writing, he reminisces about your past dates together and pieces his heart and memories together and masterfully fits it into a vessel. once he's done, he proudly sends it to the publisher and patiently awaits the day he can show the finished book to you.

"how do you like it?"

he asks as he curls into you closer while cuddling (aw im gonna eat him i swear), eager to hear your opinion. Although he knows you adore whatever he writes, he still wants to see the way your eyes crinkle as you shyly giggle at the parts you recognize from your own dates. he wants — no, needs — to engrave the sight and sound of you in his mind so he can write it in his next script.

god forbid if anything happens to you. after inviting you into his life, he finds himself unable to write any angsty or tragic stories — he wonders why.

imagine actor!danheng who invites you as an exclusive guest to the film set. he's currently filming for a romance drama which involves him and another actress acting out a couple of lovey-dovey scenes — nothing more than that. that's what you tell yourself as you cringe, your brain conjuring up an image of another woman kissing him outside of set. you push your seething jealousy aside till you're both back in the dressing room. he doesn't miss the way you refuse to look him in the eye as he casually discusses dinner plans with you.

"what's wrong, darling? if this is about my acting during filming, i'll reassure you once more: whatever happens on set, stays on set."

he gently tips your chin up so you're both looking eye-to-eye. he relishes in seeing you all pouty for him, he can't help but chuckle when he observes the slight glossy look of your eyes — they hold a possessive, feisty glint in them that pulls on his heartstrings in the perfect way. he sighs sweetly before pulling you in for a warm hug, his tail coiling itself around your figure — caressing your back and relieving whatever doubts and worries you held before.

"let's create our own scenes tonight, my love."

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[house-of-kolchek]

Aw, Rats!

Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

@obsessedwithtoomanythings here. I’ve given into my obsession with the man. The myth. The absolute fucking legend. Have 2000 words of tropes and cliches because Leon S. Kennedy DEMANDS tooth rotting fluff. Also takes place during Infinite Darkness because dilf leon is choking me.

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You didn’t like submarines. 

The metal structure around you groaned, reminding you of the literal tons of litres of water that waited just on the other side of the walls. One pinprick through that barrier, and life as you knew it could be over. Not to mention the endless depths absolutely full of weird creatures that could be lurking anywhere.

Zombies, you could handle. But the ocean? Fuuuuuuuck no.

Your foot tapped incessantly against the ground, echoing lightly throughout the room you stood in. It felt cramped - much like every other room in the submersible - with small, rounded walls that threatened to swallow you whole. One of the chairs squeaked across the room, and you lifted your gaze from the ground.

Leon stood to face you, reaching to swipe a stray hair from his forehead. In a second, you were fully distracted from your discomfort, your senses zeroing in on the man. His gaze caught yours, locking you in place as he reached for the hand you had just been picking at. With a brow raised, he brushed his thumb across the reddening skin of your knuckle, effectively stealing any remnant of breath you had.

“Gonna be okay there?” he asked, all low and husky. You blinked, your mind taking too long to process his words. Forcing a breath through your nostrils, you nodded your head, a little stiffer than usual.

“Just peachy. You know how much I love being confined in an underwater death trap.”

Hey. At least you were being half honest with him.

Leon masked his laugh with a long exhale, his lips quirking upwards. His thumb brushed over your knuckles again, your skin catching on the seam of his glove, and you had to swallow back another short burst of breath. 

“I’m never gonna be able to convince you that these things are not underwater death traps, but a perfectly safe method of transportation, am I?” he sighed, rolling his eyes in a playful manner. Your own lips twitched into a smile. 

“Nope. So when we end up dying in an underwater blaze, just know I’ll be blaming you,” you retorted, acutely aware of the grip he still had on your hand.

“Well we can’t have that,” he tutted, “Is there any way I can repay you for this atrocity I’ve committed?”

“You can pay for my therapy bills.”

“How about dinner instead?”

You blinked again, willing the heat that formed in your cheeks to disperse. As if he could read your mind, Leon smirked, leaning just a touch closer, enough so you could barely feel the breath from his nose dance across your face.

“Only if I get to pick the restaurant.” You cringed at your words. What kind of flirting was that?

And yet, a light blush covered Leon’s cheeks, and you wondered if the tone of your voice caught him off guard. It had come out slightly more husky than you’d expected. Leon’s lips parted, a sentence finally beginning to form on his tongue, when a sharp voice cut from behind you.

“Will you two just fuck already?”

If you thought you were blushing before, this would have been the next level.

You were sure your face grew as bright as Leon’s, his eyes widening as his gaze darted to your lips, ever so briefly. He cleared his throat, stepping back from you and swiftly exiting the room. Your face felt like it was on fire as your gaze slid to Shen Mei. Her lips curved into a devious smirk, watching as you stumbled for composure.

“What the hell?” You hissed, and she shrugged. Shrugged.

“We’re all thinking it,” she chuckled, eyeing you once again. “I know you’re thinking it.”

With a groan, you slid to the floor, not even bothering to find a chair. Why were you so obvious?

You hated this push and pull between the two of you. Leon Kennedy was a smart, capable man, fronting one impossible mission after the other. For someone who’d been through so much, to keep that playful attitude and those half-crooked grins… it drew your level of respect and affection for the man even higher. But you were merely a partner, another agent. Hell, you weren’t even one of the agents he chose to partake in extracurricular activities with.

But still. Leon was a good person, and like it or not, he had your heart. So you’d spend your days supporting him, watching his back and indulging in his banters and his flirting, no matter how much it ached in your chest. 

“He’s really got you fucked up, doesn’t he?” Shen Mei commented again, earning her another sharp glare. Of course, as an outsider it would be funny to see someone flounder and flail in their own pool of emotions. But to you, it was like you were drowning in them, facing wave after wave head-on. 

“Shuddup,” you mustered, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes before letting your hands run down your face. “‘m fine.”

She snorted, gesturing to the chair that looked so inviting across the other end of the metal table. It looked like an ass-shredder, but it had to be better than the floor. 

You lifted yourself from the floor, barely reaching a crouched position before a force on the ground sent you toppling forwards. Your forehead cracked off the edge of the table, sending a sharp stab of pain across your face. You faintly heard Shen Mei’s voice ringing out, and a hand across your shoulder. The sensation left just as quickly though, as the walls creaked around you and you found yourself pitching backwards, landing awkwardly on your spine. 

You blinked, stars dancing across your vision as the lights grew dark, replacing the world around you in a deep red hue. Bringing your hand up to your forehead, you groaned as your fingers grew damp. The table must have cut through your skin, as you surveyed the blood across your fingers, looking nearly black under the emergency lighting. 

The emergency lighting. 

Emergency.

“Shit!” you cursed, hauling yourself to your feet, only to stumble against the wall as a spell of dizziness consumed you. “Fuck.”

Blinking the stars away again, your stomach dropped at the empty room. Had Shen Mei left you? Just like that? A sense of unease settled in your chest, blending with a strange kind of hurt. Why would she have just left you?

You shook your head, rising unsteady to your feet. If there was something wrong with the sub, you needed to get the fuck out of there, with or without Shen Mei. Stumbling the first few steps, you kept a hand on the wall next to you as you exited the room.

It was strangely empty, the infinite darkness from the power outage creeping in on you. Something felt off. You took two steps to the left, hesitating on the third. With a glance in either direction, your stomach really started to turn.

Which way was out?

Your growing fear was amplified tenfold as a crash rang through the hall, followed by what sounded to be some sort of high pitched ringing. Squinting against the darkness, you strained to make out any shapes, ignoring the dull aching in your head, until-

“Leon? What are you- ARE THOSE RATS?”

You barely caught his gaze, watching his brows scrunch together at the sight of you, before his hand caught your wrist to drag you along with him, not even faltering in his pace. 

“Yep!” He cried, yanking you forward on unsteady feet. The sudden rush of movement sent your head spinning again, and you tripped against the ground, shuddering at the brush of fur against your ankles.

“Leon wait! I can’t-” you choked on nothing, hissing as another wave of pain coursed through your head. Stumbling again, Leon finally slowed his pace. His hand found your jaw, tilting your head towards him for a brief moment, and then he was guiding you behind him, unholstering his handgun.

In your daze, you barely processed the sharp gunshot that rang through the cabin. Nor did you notice the second one. Before you could blink, an arm was around your waist, hauling your feet off the ground with a jolt.

You blinked, senses slowly returning to you, only to realize you were dangling just above a mass of water, electricity and… dying rats. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around Leon, digging your nails into his jacket and curling your legs around him. He grunted at the movement, his arm tightening its hold against your waist. 

“Oh my God!” you cried, reaching a free arm to find your own grip on the structure he was dangling from. “Here- you’re gonna fall, get another grip on it!” Leon blinked, his gaze flickering from the water below to your expression, darting up again to what you assumed was a nasty gash across your forehead. 

“I’ll be fine,” he grunted, straining against your combined weight. “Don’t want you to lose your balance and fall.”

The swell in your heart was suppressed by your concern as he grumbled once more. You tried to ignore the pain as you supported more of your own weight, feeling Leon’s grip loosen only slightly to allow your adjustment. You watched his brows furrow and relax again, a heavy breath escaping his lips and fanning against the side of your cheek. You sucked in a breath of your own, willing the images of his lips out of your head. 

“That’s a nasty cut there,” he commented, as if there weren’t hundreds of rats burning to death just inches below your feet. “You okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” you parroted, at least somewhat unintentionally. He shot you a look, and you couldn’t help the twitch in your lips. “When the sub crashed or whatever I fell and clipped the table.” Leon nodded his head, his brows knitting together again.

“What about Shen Mei?”

“I dunno,” you gulped, letting your gaze fall to the side. It almost felt like his face was growing closer to yours. “She was there one second and gone the next. I think-” you sighed, your own brows knitting together. “I think she might have left me.”

Leon’s grip tightened on you, his expression hardening until it looked like stone. He glared daggers into the water that you were just beginning to realize had washed away. 

“Leon?”

His gaze found yours, expression softening ever so slightly.

“When we find her…” he trailed off. Though there wasn’t an obvious threat in his tone, you could still sense his distrust. There was a hardened edge to his voice, as if he were angry with something. As he stared off against the side of the sub, you cleared your throat, uttering his name once again.

“Hmm?”

“The water’s washed away,” you muttered, turning your attention back to the damp metallic flooring. Leon simply hummed again, hesitating in the moment with his arm still tight around your waist. It may have been the solid throbbing in the back of your head, or the fact that you’d literally just run away from a swarm of demonic rats, but it felt as though the energy changed between you. It grew thicker, more charged with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

After another beat, Leon finally muttered a warning, and you dropped your arms around his neck again as he let go of the bar above, landing steady on the ground beneath you. His arm slipped from your waist, his free hand reaching up to brace each of your arms as you swayed. 

In that moment you felt his breath against your cheeks again, sending a warm shudder down your spine. Glancing up, you were met with his intent stare, the shocking blue of his eyes glowing bright even in the dim, flashing red of the room. His gaze drew you in, and you didn’t realize you were leaning closer until your chests touched. 

“You okay?” he breathed, low and soft. His voice had an extra scratch to it, his hands tightening on your arms as yours fell to his waist. 

“Yeah-” Your voice cracked, and you cleared your throat, catching an amused glint flash in his eyes. “Yes, I’m okay. How about you, muscles?” 

Leon chuckled at your teasing, his stomach tightening as you poked at his abs. God, they were more defined than you’d been expecting, and your mouth grew a little dry.

“‘m good.” He reached up, his hand hovering over the sore spot on your forehead before brushing a few strands of hair away from the space. Your eyes fluttered shut, and in that moment, you felt his lips just barely brush across your temple. 

Cue the barrage of butterflies in your stomach.

“C’mon,” Leon took your hand, slowly breaking away from whatever embrace you’d been locked in. “Let’s go find those assholes that got us into this mess. I have some words I’d like to share.”

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[fishedeyelenz]

ANNOUNCEMENT FOR THE BLACK CHRISTMAS FANDOM

Hello everyone who's been following my writing and art and OC's!! Your support has warmed my heart, and got me through some thought times. Thank you very much for sticking by me, commenting, sending me kudos and asks regarding Dilf Billy and my oc-verse I made around him!

However... I have come to realize I have made Billy, at least the older 45-50 year old version of him my own. Very much my own. I think there's a discrepancy between my characterization of him, and how he is portrayed in the movie/novel/commentary. Another thing is that I love him too much. I want to make him my own, not an interpretation of a pre-existing character...

So that's exactly what I am going to do! I'm taking him and making him an OC. Currently I am in the process if changing up his backstory to make him distinct from Billy Lenz, though the Dilf version we see in Rats in the shadows and partially in So give me coffee and tv will stay similar.

My goal is to create a group of ocs consisting of the character formerly known as Billy, Camille, Bean and other side characters who will exist in a story about an ex serial killer father. I'm still early in the rework, but I feel like I don't have change too much.

What this means I will effectively be distancing myself at least partially from the Black Christmas fandom, at least in terms of my content creation though these past few months I have been in a rut given college preoccupying most of my time. I still love Black Christmas, it will remain one of my favorite movies forever. I cherish the friends I made and the experiences I had, but I want to move on to more original creations, uninhibited by primary existing source materials.

I will still interact with fan works in terms of reblogging art and writing , and I will most likely draw more of Billy Lenz and the other characters from the movie in the future. Anything regarding Camille, Bean, "dilf Billy" though, will be something divorced from Black Christmas, entirely its own thing, though obviously inspired by it.

Will I return to writing for Black Christmas? At this point I am uncertain. I have a WIP of a priest!au thing for Dilf Billy, which if I ever get around to finishing I would post under the pretense that it's a Black Christmas fanwork. However, I am not sure if I will finish it, given that I don't really have the time, and at the moment motivation to really work on it. Another story idea exists too, one which would better fit into the Black Christmas ethos with is very dark tone and heavy subject matter (while still remaining a smut work) which I would gladly have exist as a fanwork.... But once again I am lacking the time and want to do it. It would be a very big project, all things considered.

So what now? I will keep all my Billy Lenz/Dilf Billy content up on my blog, my AO3 will stay intact (though I will forward this announcement onto there), and I won't change my tags on Dilf Billy related posts. Moving forward, though, everything created for my oc inspired by Billy Lenz/Dilf Billy Lenz will be tagged as that. I need to come up with a new name for him first...

I will also make a post regarding how the plot of Rits/Sgmcatv would have went if I'd finished them, to give you guys some sort of conclusion. Though the new oc story with Bean, Camille and the new Billy oc in it will very closely follow Rits original storyline. Most of the events of Rits are canon still in regards to Camille's and Bean's backstory, with of course some caveats (no Brahms, Camille and "Billy" meet differently etc.). But the large majority of the plot points and story beats are the same.

I will be happy to answer any further questions, as my inbox is open. I'm sorry to disappoint anyone, but I've felt the need to move on, to elevate this story. I hope I can be forgiven. Now I bid farewell to this part of my life and creative era, and look forward to the new.

#billy lenz #dilf billy lenz #oc: camille #oc: bean #black christmas #my art #my writting #agnes lenz #oc: lily #not a goodbye #but things are changing

[bambambunny]

Fatui Cat (Segment Edition!) pt. 2

Once again I am so so sorry it's been a month. I know how annoying it is for chapters to be slow and this one's pretty short. I have no real excuse but pls enjoy.

Warnings: little bit of existential horror, it gets kinda intense pls be advised

Relationships: Platonic segments / gn cat!reader

Summary: you observe the segments and the reality of your situation finally sets in.

Wc: 705

Part 1

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Slowly but surely, everyone settles into the rhythm of their projects. What a lovely introduction, well aside from being dropped but you’re a sturdy little thing. You let your gaze wander from one segment to the next, from your spot by the door. They didn't exactly all look like the Dottore you knew, they were all different ages. To someone who didn't know better, they would have looked like brothers.

There was the oldest looking one, judging by the greying hair and beard, he seemed to be pouring over some dusty tomes. You recall how he gave #7 room to compose himself. He probably wouldn't be too adverse to you being here. Perhaps like Pierro if he wasn't such a sourpuss…

There was a slightly younger clone, maybe 50; You were never good at estimating ages. In your professional opinion, this one would be the dilf of the squad. He’s furiously scribbling on some blue prints and he has several coffee mugs around him.

One segment looks almost exactly like Normal Dottore and he’s tinkering with his own biometrics. Gross. You get that they’re robots or whatever but it looks like he has blood. Ok thats enough! On to the next one...

There's one who looks like he’d be in college, shorter hair and kinda lanky and no eye mask. He has a whiteboard in front of him with a maddening amount of equations. Good god, there's more letters than numbers! You look away before you get an aneurysm.

Another segment, like the one before but even younger, is flitting about his desk stacked with various terrariums. You can't see what sort of animal the terrariums hold from your spot on the floor but you catch a glimpse of some tropical looking leaves and a heat light. He gets something from a minifridge nestled in a corner and retrieves something that looks like mice? You walk a bit closer and notice they’re glowing an unnatural purple. Nevermind.

The electric crackle of a welding machine catches your attention. When you turn to look, there is a teenager working on a massive robot. And it's not just massive to a cat, it's massive. Suddenly it powers up! You dash away to a dark quiet corner.

Everything’s so big and loud and you don't like it! You push yourself further into the corner and hide your face in your own fur.

Your breath starts to hasten.

It feels like you can't breathe.

For the first time, since you got here, you feel scared. You'd been so caught up in the wonder of a world you only ever saw on a screen that it hadn't occurred to you that you were stuck.

You were stuck.

In this world, in this nation, in this palace, in this body.

There is no feasible way to gain back any of the control you once had – back when you were behind a screen, with a simple user interface and a few buttons to press, you can't even have the control of just some normal human!

You're scared and alone in a place you don't fully understand. No matter how closely you hold yourself to familiar characters, they won't really understand what you are or what you've lost.

As of now, you are the only person in this entire world who holds the knowledge of Earth, of its customs…

…of your life.

One day you will forget, and the memory of your humanity will be lost forever.

…

…

Is this what you wanted?

You are ripped from your thoughts by a gentle but firm hand, it carries you up then presses you to the chest of someone that smells like dust and chemicals. You look up and realise it's the old man.

He pets your head gently, "oh poor thing, did the machines frighten you?

You nudge your head against his hand in conformation. He makes a small hum of consideration then begins to walk to his desk, still holding you.

"I know Prime said not to, but it would not do to leave you like this", he rests you in his lap then continues to mull about his dusty old tomes. He keeps a hand petting your fur until you fall asleep.

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#genshin impact #genshin #fatui cat #dottore #il dottore #dottore x reader #genshin impact x reader #fatui #segment edition

[cowgurrrl]

I’m sorry. I am simply obsessed with rockstar!joel with crackhead twins. There is something about this hot dude in his 50s with a bad back having to raise two wild gremlins who like to gnaw on the table leg!? You know what I mean. Could I please request a cute fic where Joel is just super exhausted and feels like he is maybe not up tot he task, I don’t know maybe the girls are like in their chaos 2 year old stage. After a long day of them not being interested in him at all and him just feeling super insecure he resorts to strumming my girl on his guitar and they are just mesmerized by their dad?! Idk like the music is the moment the turn into sweet little mushy angels again? Sorry that was super long, anyway love yah.

Thank you for the request 🥺🥺 ily2 and I love that a general consensus has been reached that the twins are batshit crazy as toddlers and Sam is just a Perfect Baby Angel

My Girls

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x fem!reader

Summary: Joel braves the first of many Sophia and Violet days [1.6k]

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and the foster care system, Joel being a DILF, that’s it

It's debated on what's harder: going from no kids to one kid or one kid to two kids. You honestly don't have a lot of skin in the game when it comes to the question because Sarah and Ellie were teenagers when you met Joel. Even then, Sarah was fourteen when Ellie came into their lives and sixteen by the time the adoption paperwork was approved. You thought going from two to three with the birth of Sam would be hard, and it was, but Sam was an amazing baby. He always wanted to cuddle, followed the rules almost to a fault, and rarely threw tantrums. He's the kid that made you think, "Oh, yeah. We could totally do this again." Sophia and Violet, however, have given you a run for your money from the moment you found out you were having twins, and two years later, they haven't stopped. 

True to form, once the girls turn two, you go back to work. Joel is accommodating because, of course, he is. He realizes you put your career on pause for almost two and a half years (if you count the mandated bed rest your doctor put you on at 32 weeks) and is more than happy to let you go and do your thing. He'd been a single dad with no help to a kid before. What's thirty years and a couple extra littles running around? As it turns out, a lot.

The day you return to set, this time as a director instead of an actor, the girls spend the first hour without you crying. Sam, being six and used to his parents' routine, is seemingly unfazed and continues watching Bluey and munching on his breakfast. Sophia and Violet bang on the door, scream and refuse to let Joel even talk to them, let alone pick them up to comfort them. They fight him the entire way to the car to get Sammy to school on time and then cry even harder because "Bammy's going to school." Joel can normally soothe his girls without any issue, but they didn't sleep well the night before and have been wound up all morning. 

When he got home with them, they demanded a snack, but they had to be different because twins. Then, Sophia collapsed in a heap on the floor because Joel peeled her banana for her instead of letting her do it (rookie mistake). The toddler dramatics sent Daisy into action to remedy the situation, which made Violet scream in protest because she suddenly decided she hates when Daisy licks her or anybody for that matter. Poor Daisy didn't know what to do besides scamper off to her bed and watch Joel struggle with big, sad eyes. Then came the drama of what game to play: Princess Tea Party or Princess Dinosaurs, which caused another explosion of unregulated emotions. By the time noon rolls around, he's staring at his phone as he tries to decide whether or not to call you. 

If there's one thing Joel Miller hates more than admitting defeat, it's seeing his kids upset. Everything he tries to do only upsets the girls more and makes him question his parenting skills. How the fuck did you do this for two years? Sure, the kids had their days, but the only time you ever sent him an SOS at work was when Violet had an asthma attack and ended up in the emergency room. Even then, you got all three kids in the car and to the hospital without help. You're a fucking force when it comes to taking care of the kids, and right now, he feels like the worst dad on the planet. After a quick cry in the pantry, while the girls watched Encanto for the umpteenth time and ate lunch, he takes a deep breath and decides he can handle a few more hours. 

With a little more fuss and frustration, he gets Daisy on a leash and the girls in a stroller and walks them down to the neighborhood playground. The change of scenery and the sunshine put the girls in a much better mood. For a blissful hour, the girls run around and play and giggle without a care in the world. Joel does everything from pushing them on the swings to going down the slide with them to letting them play with Daisy off-leash. They have fun until the dreaded hour of nap time creeps up on them. 

Thankfully, the girls (Daisy included) are tired from their adventures on the playground and start the journey home reluctantly. It's getting them to actually go to sleep that's the issue. Every time he tries to leave their room, one of them calls out the saddest "Daddy" he's ever heard in his entire life, and he turns right back around. And it would be fine if his presence wasn't enough to keep the girls awake. He knows that if the girls don't nap, it will only make the day longer and worse for everyone. He sits on the floor between their two beds and tucks a curl behind Violet's ear.

"C'mon Vi Pie, you guys gotta close your eyes and nap," he says quietly. "What can I do to get you to sleep?"

"Call Mommy?" Violet suggests, and he tsks. 

"Honey, you know Mommy's working, but she loves you, and she's gonna be home real soon, okay?" As he speaks, he can see the tears welling in Violet's big brown eyes and turns to see the same tears in Sophia's identical ones. "No. No, please don't cry. Please. You're gonna break my heart." He begs. "What can I do to get you to stop cryin', huh? Y'know, when you two were babies, I used to just hold the both of you and sway and sing to ya and…" he trails off as his eyes land on Ellie's old guitar resting against the wall of the girls' room. She gave it to them when she got her new one and told them they could use it to practice. They don't really do much more than pull at the strings and turn the tuning knobs, but they'll learn. 

He pulls himself up, his knees cracking as he does, and walks over to where the guitar sits. After some tuning and quiet adjustments, he sits on the edge of Sophia's bed and smiles at the two little girls staring at him with sleepy eyes. "Now, I haven't played this one in a while, so you be nice to your old man, but I used to play this for Sarah all the time when she was y'all's age." He says as his fingers find the chords. The girls are enraptured as Joel plays a quiet rendition of My Girl by The Temptations. He changes the lyrics to "My girls/talkin' bout my girls," and they smile as his southern drawl fills the room with warmth and serenity. 

He notices their eyes getting heavier and their blinks getting a little longer each time, so he continues. "I don't need no money/ fortune or fame/ I got all the riches baby/ one man can claim/ well I guess you'd say/'What can make me feel this way?'/ my girls." He sings softly, his own eyes getting heavy with emotion as he thinks a little too hard about the lyrics. It doesn't help that the girls look just like you when they fall asleep. Joel has to cut himself off with a guitar riff to keep his voice from cracking and disrupting the girls. 

He plays another song or two just to make sure they're fully asleep before he carefully puts the guitar down and tucks his girls in. "Love you, Soph a Loaf," he whispers as he kisses Sophia's head. He repeats his actions at the other bed with a gentle, "Love you, Vi Pie," before tiptoeing out of the room. On the other side of the scribbled-on door sits Daisy with a smile on her face as she looks up at Joel. He smiles back and pets her head. 

"My girls." He sings to her, too, making her lean into his touch lovingly and stick close to him even when he goes back downstairs to let the girls rest. 

"Did you write a new song?" You ask that weekend when all the kids are down for the night, and Joel gives you a confused look.

"Not that I know of. Why?" He asks, and you shrug. 

"The girls asked if they could listen to 'Daddy's new song.'” You say. He chuckles and shakes his head. 

"D'you remember the song I used to sing when you were pregnant with the girls?" 

"Of course I do. It was the only way they'd settle down…" You extend your vowels as the connection sparks in your brain. 

"It was the only way I could get 'em to nap earlier this week. Played it on Ellie's guitar and everythin'." He says simply, and you take a deep breath as you stare at him. He's wearing a shirt Ellie helped design to raise money for kids in foster care, but it's stained with nail polish from when the girls decided he needed a manicure before he could play baseball with Sam in the backyard. He took it all in stride and didn't flinch at any of the insane requests your kids threw at him. You sigh and peel your eyes away from him. 

"It's really not fair how good of a dad you are," you sigh. "It's annoyingly hot." He smiles and kisses your cheek smugly. 

"Sorry." 

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#one for the money two for the show #rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader #rockstar!joel miller #rockstar!joel #dad!joel miller #tlou au #the last of us au #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller series #joel miller fluff #joel miller the last of us #joel miller au #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader

[evansbby]

2000s buzzcut era gives me ‘you’re shit faced drunk and he fucks you the entire night and then leaves before you wake up. If he sees you at another party he fucks you again bc he sleeps with too many bitches to remember their face’ kinda vibe.

Early to mid 2010s clean cute Prince Charming era gives me ‘very strict but sweet daddy who is going to knock you up and then make you his housewife. Oh, and he beats up any guy who looks at you’ kinda vibe.

Long hair Ari Levinson era late 2010s gives me a ‘mix between the other two, he’d probably only be with you for sex and only contact you when it benefits him. Eventually he gets too jealous (he falls in love with you) and gets you pregnant and makes you his cute little housewife. You’re once cold and mean daddy who used you, is now you’re strict and sweet daddy who can’t get enough of you spending his money especially on cute flimsy lingerie🫣. You’re his sweet little baby who doesn’t have to worry about a single thing (because “daddy will take care if everything”) and only has to sit there looking pretty in her cute little dresses and obey daddy. He fucks you until you pass out and he still wouldn’t stop. ’ kinda vibe.

Whatever this era is gives me ‘slimy goblin who you’d probably have to get a restraining order against because he stands outside your window and begs you to be with him because in his words you guys are “soulmates”….plus his hair and beard don’t match’ kinda vibe.

(oops, can you tell who’s my favorite😭)

BESTIEEE YOU ARE ME AND I AM YOU BC THAT THIRD PARAGRAPH??? 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

All i wanna be is dilf!Ari’s little girlfriend who only has to look pretty and wear cute dresses that he chooses for me and I don’t have to worry bc daddy will take care of everything 🫣🫣🫣

FUCK EVERY OTHER ERA FR I just want my daddy 🫡🫡

#anon

[3332344444]

I swear I loved you

Warnings: Dilf!Johnny Cage, Age gap (Reader is 34, Johnny is 56), Blood, Dead (I think that is enough of a warning, actually). Actually I think this shit is sad soooo

Resume: Reader and Johnny are married and Reader is deadly injured. Something happens and they can find themselves again in another timeline

Writer note: I wrote this as my first time writing something about Mr. Cage, if you would like the second part of the fic, pls tell me about it and I will write it. Please listen to the song, I took a lot of inspiration from there

I can't let you go with grace.

Forgetting you is beyond me. You know I'm no stranger to pain. I won't release my grip unless they sever my hands or, at the very least, my fingers.

I don't want to set you free.

But I can't bear to witness your suffering any longer.

Today, in this moment, in this version of myself, I find myself back on our wedding day.

You, in that blue suit you adored. That day solidified that the sky's color truly belonged to you.

There you are again, waiting for me at the altar, a white rose on your suit.

And me, once more in my long white dress and veil, with my brother by my side. Clinging to Tomas like there's no tomorrow. Only he knew how terrified I was that day, supporting me so I wouldn't crumble.

Seeing familiar faces as I walked toward you was both comforting and heartbreaking. Seeing Kuai Liang and even Liu Kang made me believe the war could end, and we could finally be happy.

Despite our 22-year age difference, it all faded in that moment. Nothing else mattered, just your brown eyes looking at me and your restless hands waiting for mine.

Cassie smiled at me, crucial for me to feel accepted. After what happened with Sonia, I didn't want you both to suffer more. Luckily, you both found comfort in me, not as replacements, but as a refuge.

When I reached you, my brother handed you my hands like they were delicate flowers. And then he sat down.

Lifting my gaze and meeting your brown eyes, my soul sighed.

That day, we accepted each other and promised eternal love. Unknowingly, with that kiss, we bound our souls forever.

And even though these memories are beautiful and precious, unlike anything else in my life, I have to face reality. The truth now is me in your arms, fading away, promising to let us go.

This wound on my neck will not heal even with your faithful kiss. And I am not willing to see you cry again.

With the last strength that I have in me, I try to touch your cheek. I want to apologize for the blood that I left where I touched you, but I know I don’t have time for apologies.

“We need to let go, Cage,“ I told you as if it was nothing, even though I choked a little on my own blood. “I need you to know we will be bonded forever.“

I felt dizzy and tired. I just wanted to sleep, and the world seemed hurtful enough to even have me in it.

You were crying, and for one moment, I wanted to stay.

You held and even kissed my bloody hand. One rebel tear ran down my cheek.

“I need to find you in another life, in another timeline, beyond this world,“ You said crying. “It is not as easy to let you go as it seems.“

I did not have much time left, and I needed to make a promise with you.

As I could, I pulled my dagger and handed it to you.

“I… need you to take care of this… while I am gone,“ I told you. I could not hold you anymore, and in a few moments, I would lose the ability to speak too.

You looked at me, and fortunately, Kuai Liang grabbed you by the shoulder and told you to let go. I shut my eyes, ready to let myself go too.

You left me on the ground, but not before you told me how much you loved me.

The floor felt hard at first, but then it just became as soft as our bed. I opened my eyes as I wanted to see you go, but the only thing I found myself with was two white eyes.

“What the…” I said.

I did not really understand the situation until I realized I encountered with Liu Kang right in front of me.

I sat down, touched my neck and, to my surprise, I wasn't bleeding anymore.

Liu Kang gave me his hand and helped me to stand on my feet.

We were in a place with a lot of trees, and I could feel a breeze on my face. I was calm as I would never be in life. To my understanding, I was dead, but I did not understand why Liu Kang was there with me.

But he was there with me, and I hadn't seen him in a long time. I looked at him and hugged him tightly; I missed him so, so much.

“I missed you lots,” I told him. “It's so good to see you again.”

He laughed and held me tight. I felt his warmth and thought that death wasn't that bad.

I looked at him again, and he just smiled at me. He started talking.

“You died,” He said. “But I know how much you loved Johnny, and as I couldn't have another opportunity with Kitana, I would like to give you another opportunity with him.”

We started to walk along the trees, and I was very confused by his words. We were mere humans; how would he do that?

“I am very thankful, but how exactly would that be possible?” I asked him.

He laughed again.

“I am a god now; I will create another timeline, and I would like to consider the love that you and Johnny have. But with this, I have some conditions that I would like you to know,” He told me.

It was a lot of information, and he just spoke as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“I can not explain to you many things, but over time, we will speak about it, I promise,” He spoke.

I trusted Liu Kang with my life; he was like a brother to me. I nodded, waiting for him to keep talking.

“You will meet a new Johnny, but he will be exactly the same one you loved. You will remember everything, but he won't. It's your decision whether to accept this or not; I cannot assure you will fall in love again, but I am almost sure you both will. There are things that are impossible to forget.”

I just thought about it. It was my Johnny, but It was not my Johnny at all. Was I willing to take the risk?

“I want to be with him in this timeline and in any other,” I said.

He nodded and smiled.

“I'm sure this will be the best for you both.”

#mk1 #mortal kombat #johnny cage mk1 #johnny cage mk11 #johnny cage #liu kang mk1 #kuai liang #sub zero #dilf johnny cage #cassie cage #smoke mk #mk11 x reader #mk1 x reader #tomas vrbada #Spotify

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Would I give them head?

A/N: I am so sorry for this I'm writing it at 3 am and I couldn't get it out of my head. I've been giggling for the past 10 minutes like a 7th grader. Also if you are reading this let me know if I should do something special for 50 followers. I know it's not a lot but I am so grateful! If yes let me know what I should do!

Tw: sexual content. Not explicit but it like look at the title. Cursing.

Genre: headcanons nsfw

Wc: idk it depends on which person. Probably 2+ for each.

This is including almost every male stardew character(obviously no kids) plus ridgeside plus expanded but not all because I cannot remember every single character and I don't wanna research rn.

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Sebastian

Duh no doubt about it

He is the love of my life (well one of them)

I would give him the best head wymmmmm

Sam

Yes boy deserves it

Golden retriever coded guys deserve good head idc

Shane

Love sad men it's a yes

Kinda wanna make him cry because it's so good.

Maybe I can cure him

Elliott

No

Sorry it's not that I dislike him he's just not my favorite?

Maybe once as a treat but no other time than that

Harvey

Yeah he's the doctor for a small town

I gotta

Maybe he will stop billing me everytime I die

Alex

No

I am not attracted to this man he is more bestie coded to me

If he asked i would allow him a handjob I guess

Gus

Nope

Maybe he gets a Lil handjob as a treat because his food is good

Gunther

Maybe?

He kinda-

But not enough idk....

George

The reason I am writing this r n

The answer is no but the thought of doing it made me cackle

Lewis

Absolutely not

Fuck you old man

Pierre

NO

I hate this lying ass bitch I give you a kick

Willy

No sorry

He prolly smells like fish and salt and I am not fond

Love him tho stinky man

Kent

YES

would give him the sloppiest toppy known to man

He deserves it he needs it i want it pls bless me

I could beat Jodi's ass if it comes to it idc

Victor

Yes

I find him quite cute overlooking his slight classism.

Also for standing up to his mom for himself love that him

Demetrius

No

I'd rather give Robin head

He deserves no head for being crappy stepdad

Marlon

No

As much as I like him he probably does not shower

Also he is for the marnie's only

Clint

No

I wanna punch him so bad

Mr Qi

Maybe?

I don't find him attractive

But at the same time I find him mysterious and the might just be enough to convince me

Grandpa

HA

HAAAAAAA

no what is wrong with you

Andy

No

Prolly tastes like battery acid

He also gives off racist vibes

Wizard

Yeah

He's chill he can get some head

Morris

Maybe for a discount

Im equating Joja to Coke and I like coke

So only if he promises to give me a discount on stuff I want

Phillip

YES

Another love of my life

It was unexpected for me to love him but he is so cute to me

June

Yuperoni pepperoni

We love a man who is talented

Could easily convince me to give him head if he plays the piano for me ngl

Jeric

Maybe

I love but also hate him

He also gives off bestie vibes

Shiro

Yeah

I feel like he needs it:(

Ezekiel

No

I do however wanna smack his bald head

Not in a mean hateful kid of way I just wanna smack it

Lorenzo

Dilf Ngl

Maybe its because of his name idk

Answer is yes

Kimpoi

It was here where I started looking up characters bc i felt bad for leaving them out

No thank you I will not

Lance

Don't know much about him but I think hes cute so yes

His hair is cool

Isaac

Again don't know much about him hopefully he is not a child

But yeah he's cute so he gets a Lil head from me

Ian

If he takes a shower yes

Otherwise no

Kenneth

Yeah

I like his hair and I think he's cool for being an electrician

I know nothing else about him

Sean

Yeah he's cute so he can have some head

Im so sorry for not knowing im too busy simping over Seb and Phillip ngl

Anton

Uhhhhhh

Uhhhhhhhhhmaybe?

Im not attracted but unattracted to him so sure

Bryle

No

He reminds me of family

Like his face

Jio

Yea

As I have said before I love a mysterious man

Love a man with a sword

Zayne

I have no idea what this is

But I guess??

Have no reason to hate him so sure

Bert

No

He looks stinky :((

I also feel like his wife would beat my ass

Freddie

No

He is for the Lola's only

I also feel like he wouldn't be able to feel it

Mr Aguar

No

I do not enjoy his face

Pika

Simply because im assuming his food is good

I'll say sure simply for free food

Richard

No

So sorry

But no

Sonny

I will give him a platonic handjob

He deserves it bc he's a butler and probably does not get a day off with this family

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew #sdv headcanons #stardew headcanon #stardew valley headcanons #sdv shitpost #stardew shitpost #stardew valley shitpost #sdv expanded #stardew expanded #ridgeside village #sdv sebastian #sdv sam #sdv harvey #sdv shane #sdv elliott #sdv lewis #sdv pierre #sdv george #stardew victor #stardew valley ridgeside #stardew sebastian #stardew shane #stardew sam #stardew harvey #stardew elliott #stardew alex #sdv alex #sdv kent

[kookslastbutton]

Nice Desk ༓ myg (m)

✑ Summary: "It means we should just skip all these formalities and make use of this damn desk already."

or

You have a very productive parent-teacher conference meeting with Mr. Min.

Pairing: single dad!yoongi x school teacher!reader (f)

Genre/AU: smut, some fluff, single parent au, pwp

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: explicit sex, swearing, dirty talk, oral (m & f), penetration, vaginal fingering, desk sex, nipple play, size kink?, praise kink, semi-public sex, big dick!yoongi, dom!yoongi, sub!reader

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A/N: Damn this title is so uncreative but at least it's pretty self explanatory? Hahaha. I was very close to making this a dilf!Yoongi fic so if you want to imagine it go ahead lmao. Also I am terrible at filler so I hope I didn't move things along too fast. Regardless, I hope you enjoy! 😉

Listen y/n, he's just a man. A very hot man but still a man who will be here any minute to once again discuss his daughter's progress in your classroom. Don't bite your lip, don't fidget around, and for the love of god don't think about his dick. Taking a sip of water, you chanted the phrases over and over in your head until a light knocking sound came from the opposite end of your classroom.

"Mr. Min, please come in," you greeted.

Yoongi strolled into the room and took a seat in front of your desk. You took in his appearance, black dress shirt with the first couple of buttons popped open, hair slightly ruffled, and the sexiest pair of glasses.

"How are you Ms. y/l/n?"

"I'm doing pretty well, thanks for asking. What about you?"

"Not bad. Things have picked up at the office so I'm a bit more tired these days but overall good, " Yoongi replied as he rolled up his sleeves.

"Well I appreciate you coming for me-to meet me I mean." You crossed your legs before continuing, "Uh, as you know your daughter Ha-Eun is a very bright student and excels in many subjects. Lately math has become her strong suit. I think she may be taking after her father a little." You joked lightly, knowing that Yoongi was a data analyst.

"Yes, numbers are kind of my thing aren't they?" he smiled with a glint in his eyes. "I'm glad to know of my daughter's continuous growth. I believe it's the evidence of her having a good teacher, so thank you."

"Oh no, it's probably me who should be saying that to you. It's clear that you've raised her well. I want to tell you that Ha-Eun is not only a bright student but a kind one as well. Yesterday she picked flowers from the school's garden and brought them to me, saying that they should belong to me because I was the loveliest teacher in the whole world. The gardener came to me later slightly unimpressed but it was still a sweet gesture."

With a smile he replied, "It appears that my daughter is a good judge of character then. You are indeed the loveliest Ms. y/l/n."

Unsure of how to respond you began intertwining your fingers. "Are you okay?" Yoongi asked, noticing your constant shifting.

"Ah yes, I'm fine. Sorry, my hands have a mind of their own sometimes." You chuckled and steadied your hands on the surface of the desk.

"So do mine," he smirked. Mmm and wouldn't it be nice if those sleek fingers of his just accidently slipped right into your-no! Stop it y/n, stop it. Be professional you thirsty bitch.

Deciding it be best to get off this topic you grabbed the folder sitting near your computer. Opening it you took a sheet of paper out. "This was an activity I assigned to the students. They were supposed to draw something that makes them happy. This was Ha-Eun's."

Taking a look at the page there was a rough drawing of a man. The man looked to be in a running position as another man was chasing after him. The man being chased had some kind of food in his hand while the other held a fork. Yoongi chuckled upon seeing it.

"I admit it's cute but I don't understand. I was hoping you could tell me. Most students draw their family or pets." You glanced up at him curiously.

"It's Jimin and Taehyung. They're family friends of ours and have helped raise Ha-Eun these past few years. They come over for dinner often. This is a picture of a time when Jimin stole dumplings from Taehyung. You'd think they were running around like idiots simply to entertain her but no, they were serious."

"So the thing that makes your daughter happy is when people fight?"

"It's not like that. When Jimin and Taehyung fight its actually quite funny. The two of them are like children really, so it's nothing violent. Don't worry."

You nodded in understanding. "Now that you've explained it to me is does seem like something that you can get happiness from. It seems like she's surrounded by a lot of good people."

"She is. It's important to me that my daughter has people that love her and grows up to be someone loving as well."

Smiling you reached to grab the drawing to place it back in the folder. "I admire that value. Love is something I think we need more of in this world."

"We do," Yoongi paused before continuing, "Are you seeing anyone Ms. y/l/n?"

The question made you spill the folder on the ground, causing the papers to fall out of place. "Uh no, not at the moment."

Getting up from his seat Yoongi walked to the other side of your desk, kneeled down, and helped you clean up the mess. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

That handsome devil, how can he ask that and not expect you to lose all your marbles. Little fuck, he better fix this. With the folder back in place you turned around and gently tossed the folder into one of your desk drawers. "It's fine but why are you asking?"

You were about to turn and face him again when a pair of sturdy arms came on either side of you, caging you in from behind. As Yoongi's hands gripped the edges of the desk, the heat from his breath trickled down the back of your neck. You felt your core begin to stir at the sudden proximity.

"I'm going to be very straight with you now Ms. y/l/n. As an analyst part of my job is to observe patterns and sudden changes in behavior in order to determine the best course of action for my company. Ever since the day we met I've realized your body language has remained the same, constantly fidgeting with your fingers, tripping over your words, and dropping files. Bit clumsy aren't you?"

"Mr. Min-"

"And do you know what my data concludes? What it means?" Yoongi cut in.

"N-no?"

"It means we should just skip all these formalities and make use of this damn desk already." Turning you around to face him, Yoongi grabbed your hips and pulled you into a rough kiss. He bit on the bottom of your lip before smoothly sliding his tongue into your mouth to dance with your own. Sweet hell, you could get use to this, but fuck you were in your classroom. There where still other teachers here for god's sake.

"We can't do this here. What if someone sees us," you blurted.

"Well they can join in if they'd like."

"Mr. Min!"

"If you're going to shout like that they'll definitely catch us," Yoongi brushed his lips against the edge of your ear, "we need to use our inside voices, y/n. Like this," he whispered.

You fisted his shirt as he lifted you up on the surface of your desk. A few items fell on the ground during the process. "This isn't really sturdy Mr. Min," you voiced quietly.

"Good, maybe it'll break when I fuck into you later. And what did I say about formalities? Call me Yoongi." He took his glasses off and set them on the shelf next to your chair before removing his shirt. "May I?" He asked, tugging on the edge of your dress.

You nodded as you ogled at his chest. "You should have came to the meeting like this," you commented.

Smirking he dragged your dress over your head and threw it on the ground. "Likewise," he replied before attaching his lips to the side of your neck. You moaned as you felt him trail down to your collarbone.

You reached behind you seconds after and unhooked your bra, allowing him a full view of your breasts. You bit your lip as you watched his pupils dilate.

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous baby," he praised. "Can I-"

"Yes," you interrupted. "Please, need you to touch me."

Not wasting another minute he grabbed your breasts and pressed into your hardened nipples with his thumbs. His tongue soon licked over them, switching back and forth between each bud. Your head tilted back as sparks of electricity rippled through your spine. Your legs spread apart as well, causing your knee to rub against his growing erection. Yoongi groaned at the contact and released your breasts. He slide your panties down to your ankles to which you easily kicked off.

Fingers now entering your heat, you arched your back.

"Argh Yoongi! This feels so-ahh amazing."

"What did we say about inside voices sweetheart?" His fingers deepened within you.

"I-I'm sorry," you managed to mumble out.

"Mm look at you. So fucked out over two fingers." He scissored in you before continuing, "I wonder what'll happen if I do this…" Bringing his tongue down to you pussy he dragged it all over your sex.

"Yoong-"

"Shh. Don't make me put you in time out Ms. y/l/'n."

You whimpered at the gesture. His fingers continued to work inside you, causing the already formed knot in you to grow. When your body started rising and falling heavier, Yoongi knew you were about to come. He pulled his fingers out of you almost instantly and plunged his tongue between your folds. He knew you were struggling not to scream. After a bit more licking and twisting, the cord within you broke free and hot cum was pouring out of your pussy. You'd think Yoongi would pull back by now but he didn't. The man just kept eating at your cunt.

"Yoongi wait, I came. You don't have to keep going. Yoongi-," you exclaimed.

Pulling off of you, Yoongi looking at you with a smirk, "You think I don't know that?" He placed a kiss across your pussy next before continuing, "Sorry. You were just so wet, I couldn't help myself. I didn't hurt you did I?"

Swallowing, you glanced down at his crotch. "Not at all, but I think I'd like to return the favor now." You licked your lips slightly before gazing back up into his eyes.

You watched as he stood up to fumble with his belt. He slid his pants down his legs, along with his underwear. Upon seeing his dick your pussy clenched. It was thick, long, and the tip was glistening with his precum. You needed it in your mouth right now. Slipping off the desk you dropped to your knees in front of him. Your hands reached up to stroke his member before wrapping your mouth around the head. You sucked gently and teased the underside with your tongue before taking his length further into your mouth. When the tip hit the back of your throat, Yoongi let out a deep groan.

"Fuck, that's one hell of a gag reflex you have baby. Let's see how long it'll last shall we?" He pulled your hair back into a makeshift ponytail and started driving his cock in and out of your mouth at a ridiculously fast pace. Your eyes were watering with every jolt and so was your pussy.

"Look at you taking my cock so well. Getting it nice and wet for me. God you're so beautiful it's making me crazy. Can I come in your mouth?"

You nodded as best you could and with that it was your turn to have come gush into your mouth. You managed to swallow most of it but some ended up dripping down your chin. You gathered that portion up with your finger as you stood back on your feet.

Yoongi bent down to pick up his pants and take out the wallet from the side pocket. He opened it and grabbed a condom out before throwing it back on the floor. "What?" He said noticing your slightly surprised expression. "You still want this right?"

"I do, definitely. It's just…"

"What?"

"How many of those do you have in there?"

Yoongi smirked, "Well I can give you three rounds before we'd have to pause."

"Oh! I-was just wondering. We don't have to go more than once." You watched as he ripped the packet open and rolled the condom over his cock.

"Let's take care of the first one, then decide. Alright?"

Cheek now pressed up against the surface of your desk, Yoongi had you in a bent position which allowed your ass to be very much in his line of vision. You were shaking with anticipation and he could tell.

"I know you're eager right now but if you need to stop at any time tell me immediately. I want this to be good for both of us okay?"

"Don't worry, I will."

"Good, now try not to scream too loudly sweetheart." He teased you with the head of this cock, pressing it just barely between your slick folds and guided it up and down your sex.

"Oh god just put it in already. Please, need it in me."

"Yeah? Want this big cock to stretch out this tight little pussy? of yours"

"Urgh yes, I-Ah shit!!" You gripped the desk as he grabbed your hips and pushed his cock into your soaking heat.

Surely everyone was going to know what was going on in your classroom now.

"Oh that damn stapler!" Yoongi retorted.

"What the hell are you saying?"

"Shh I hear someone, better play along unless you want them to know what a naughty teacher you are," he whispered.

Taking a deep breath you raised your voice, "Mr. Min! What happened? Are you okay?"

"Ah yeah, I'm fine. I was fiddling around with things I shouldn't have been and knocked into the desk. Your stapler dropped on my foot and it was a harder hit than I was prepared for." Yoongi smirked knowing his lie had dual meaning.

"I'm glad your okay. It scared me for a minute."

"I'm sure it did. It's a pretty big dick huh?" he whispered again, leaning over to cover your back.

The two of you waited a second before hearing a door close. Whoever it was must have left. Thank fuck because as hot as I'd be for them to walk in, you really didn't want to lose your job either.

"Mm Yoongi..," you voiced, breaking the silence.

"I want to hear it."

"Hear what?"

"Wanna hear you say that I have the biggest dick you've ever seen and you can't live without it being in your mouth or pussy."

"Excuse me?"

"Please, wanna hear it before I fill you up."

"You-you have the biggest d-." You paused.

"I have the biggest what y/n?"

"You have the biggest dick I've ever seen and I can't live without it being in my mouth or cunt."

That said, Yoongi thrusted deep into you, over and over again until all either of you could hear was each other's grunting, moaning, and the squeaking of the desk underneath you. His pace was making everything in your body light up and when you clenched around him, it made him more determined to plow through your cunt.

"Yoongi, your dick it-it's gonna make me come."

"Well fuck, I should hope so. You're squeezing around me like you're gonna lose it. Really making me work tonight, huh?" He wiggled his cock down into you a bit more making your breath hitch for a moment.

"Arghh, I can't help it," you groaned, "I think my body's just too excited."

"Mm, likes it when my cock digs into the smallest parts of you does it?" He brought his cock out before slamming it back in for the umpteenth time that night.

"It-it would seem so… fuck, I'm almost there."

One last thrust of his pelvis was enough break what felt like a fucking dam within you. Yoongi's cock was now drenched in your cum. After he stayed in you for a brief moment, he began pulling himself out of you.

"So," he spoke up. "I think this meeting went well. Can I take you out for dinner sometime?"

A/N: I'm so pleased that you'd come read my fics and do hope that you will find some joy in them. That said I'd really love to hear your feedback more than anything. It helps me grow as an author and put out more fics for you all to enjoy. 💕

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#yoongi #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi imagine #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts au #bts x reader #bts scenarios #btswritersclub #fic:nicedesk #kookslastbutton

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Just anything with Dilf ateez please 🙏🥵💀💜

“You have a lot of nerve for someone so young.”

Gulping, you bowed your head as the man in front of you eyed the papers in front of him, his gaze piercing behind his dark frames. Song Mingi was handsome in all senses of the word, from his startling( some may even say godlike) features to the shock of blond hair styled perfectly on top of his head. Wherever he went, heads turned in awe and affection, and even though he was no spring chicken, he could easily be on a runway.

Yet, this was not what had your focus, it was instead the screenshots in front of him that he was diligently sorting through. Screenshots from your social media account. He seemed to find one of your posts particularly interesting, holding it up and adjusting his glasses before speaking with a taunting tone to his voice.

“ ‘Song Mingi could crush my oesophagus with those fuckin’ thighs of his.’ ”

You took in a breath, about to excuse yourself, but he held up a hand without even looking up.

“Surely even an insolent brat like you knows children only speak when spoken to.”

Grinding your teeth, you couldn’t help but glower as he found another screenshot to his liking and read it aloud also.

“ ‘The way I would give him the most astronomical.. Gluck Gluck.. thrussy-? bonanza if he ever asked.’ I… quite an inflammatory statement, Y/N.”

Face on fire, you couldn’t help but tear up, your head hanging low so Mingi couldn’t see your tears. You mumbled under your breath and this didn’t go unnoticed, Mingi sighing before looking up at you.

“Since you do not understand the concept of silence, please enlighten me on what you’re practically dying to say.”

Meeting his gaze, your words had a bite to them as you spoke.

“I am not a child and I don’t see the need to subject me to this shaming, Mr. Song. Just fire me already.”

His brows furrowed at this, his head tilting to the side almost akin to a cat.

“Who says I’m firing you?”

It was now your turn to look confused, your body losing some of its tension and your jaw beginning to relax.

“W-…What?”

Mingi let out a chuckle, the sound deep and sultry. You loved hearing his laugh.

“At what point did I say I was firing you?”

“I- I just thought-”

Mingi rolled his eyes, letting the papers fall on his desk.

“Well, you thought wrong and frankly,”

He gestured to the papers in front of him.

“I’d take whatever thoughts I have with a grain of salt if I were you.”

Although you were all queued up for another outburst, you held your tongue and watched as Mingi stood up, coming around his desk before sitting on the corner. When he saw you shift uncomfortably, he gestured at the seat before him. You gratefully walked to it, sitting down as he considered.

“Y/N, you are one of the best secretaries I’ve ever had. Admittedly, I thought you’d consider the fact that a data handling company may have the expertise to find who runs this…”

He trailed off for a second, looking backwards at the screenshots before turning back to you.

“What do I call this? A.. fan account, I suppose?”

Your face burned as Mingi shook his head, refocusing.

“Semantics, I digress. But nevertheless, I won’t be firing you. This… childish infatuation you have with me has been addressed, and I trust this, along with your account, will come to a swift conclusion.”

You bit your tongue, words piling up and trying to escape. It was a poor habit of yours, you always wanted to get out what was on your mind. But you needed this job, and the last thing you wanted was for him to reconsider firing you. However, scrutinising as ever, Mingi saw you wanted to speak.

“What could you possibly have to say now, Y/F/N?”

Unable to contain yourself, you stood up once again, startling Mingi as you were practically inches from his face, raving like a madman.

“With all due respect sir, you’re wrong! I’m not a child, my feelings are not childish and I don’t appreciate you acting as if they are! I’m a grown adult with grown adult big people feelings for you! Infatuations don’t last years, sir! I am an adult and you will respect me as one!”

Chest heaving, your eyes widened when you had realised the entire time you had been poking Mingi’s chest, the male even more startled than before. You then took a step back, face practically on fire as your words tumbled out in a stuttered mess.

“S-sir I’m sorr-ry for my uh- my o-outb-”

“Quiet.”

Mingi stood up straight from his relaxed position on the desk, walking slowly towards you with a glint in his eye. You paced backwards as he spoke.

“Grown adult big people feelings? You can’t be serious.”

He gestured to the table with an air of anger, but there was something taunting about his gaze.

“Nothing you’ve done has been remotely adult-like! You proclaim you have adult feelings but can’t express it without screaming like some irate toddler!”

Your words bit back at him with a frustration more powerful than before.

“You wanna see me express my feelings like an adult, Song?”

“Yes! It would be a lovely fucking change, wouldn’t i-”

Your lips crashed violently onto his, moving with a hunger only desire could produce. Luckily, he reciprocated with similar eagerness, hands cupping your face as if he was scared you’d pull away. Quickly forcing your way into his mouth, your tongue explored every nook and cranny it could reach as he now pushed you up against the door, hands grasping at you as if he didn’t know where to touch first. When his hands finally decided on pushing under your shirt, you gasped into his mouth, cheeks heating as Mingi cursed and pulled you closer. You tangled a hand in the back of his hair and pulled him away, trying your hardest not to smother those plush lips of his again.

“That adult enough for you?”

Only smirking, Mingi looked lovedrunk (or the lustful equivalent of it) as his eyes held almost too much desire for you to process.

“No where near enough.”

You let go of him with a frown, wondering what you’d done wrong. He had seemed so eager..

“Wh-”

Leaning into your ear, his breath fanned over your lobe and that sickeningly attractive smirk of his was evident in his tone. Damn him and his sex appeal.

“Wanna be adult enough for me? Lock the door and get on the desk.”

[mrwavellswaps]

Wavell’s Vacation

See how it all began here! ⬇️

It’d been just over a year now since I first took this body as my own and adopted the name Mr Wavell. I’ve gotta say though, with my full power finally within my grasp along with a hot dilf body to go with it, it’s easily been the best year of my life. Swapping men left and right, transforming their bodies, giving them the means to possess each over. Turning son’s into fathers, nephews into uncles, students into teachers and so much more.

As much as I love my ‘job’ however, I thought it’d be good to take a short break. A holiday of sorts. You see as much as I mess around with the bodies of other men, I don’t really change my own that much. Part of that is due to the fact that I can’t transform myself without risking my health. I took this form and absorbed its mind into my own because it was compatible with my power but if I mess around with it then I fear that may no longer be the case. That said I can still possess others…

Once again however possession is a bit tricky. Not so much for me but more for the person I’m inhabiting. Most people’s bodies aren’t built to contain the insane amount of raw magical power I possess. All this means really is that I can’t be inside one body for longer than a week. Any more and it will start to have some heavy averse effects on my host. With that in mind I’d decided to takeover three different incredibly hot men for a week each.

Week 1

For my first target I wanted to go big. A man who was not only hot but also well known and beloved by many. There were a bunch of different industries that contained men like this. A big one being the TV and Film industry with all its sexy actors and another being the sports industry with its wide array of hunky athletes. After some thought I decided to go with the latter and from that what better sport to cherry pick a hunky body from than good ol’ American Football. I might’ve been English myself but I could never deny myself the delight of American athletes.

Initially I considered going for someone more current who was still in the sport today. That is until I was hanging around observing some fans of the sport and they mentioned the name of a certain retired player. After that I just couldn’t get his name out of my head. That’s when I knew what body I’d be taking first.

It didn’t take long for me to find the Ex-player’s house and luckily for me he was completely home alone. I found him just outside his house talking to some neighbours. Fuck did he look delicious right now wearing that tight navy shirt and those fitted jeans. Oh I just couldn’t wait to jump inside the body of Tim Tebow!

I waited around for awhile until he finished talking to those neighbours. I didn’t want to make a scene after all. Not that wasn’t tempted. Thankfully though it wasn’t long until he was waving goodbye and heading back into his own garden. Practically the second that Tim was out of sight from anyone else, I made my move.

Watching as he stretched his arms and yawned, I couldn’t help but smirk. What better of an invitation than that. And so within seconds I had dove down towards his open mouth. Tim’s eyes went wide as suddenly he couldn’t close his mouth while my ghostly body forced itself down his throat. There was nothing he could do as my being slipped inside with ease despite his attempts to grab at my invisible form. Before long the last of my form pushed itself down his throat and settled inside.

I didn’t take immediate control, instead leaving him to freak out for a moment in wonder of what the fuck had just happened. Only then did I start to flow some of my energy into his limbs starting with his legs and feet. Suddenly Tim’s found himself walking against his will as I began to direct him towards his house. Due to his upper body freaking out we almost fell a few times leading to me take control of his back as well to keep us upright.

Before long I’d managed to walk us up to his door where I took control of his right arm to let us inside. Tim began to panic more as he lost further control of his body. Soon enough we made it to his bathroom where we looked into the reflection. I took control of the rest of his torso along with his left arm and neck so I could begin flexing a little show off.

“AGHH Stop! What’s happening to me?!” Tim wailed out

Just then Tim’s expression switched from worry and panic to calm and devious. “I’m taking your bod for spin, that’s what’s happening.”

His face returns to its prior worried expression. “W-what! No! Why did I?… Oooooahhhh…” Tim began to groan out as I finally took control of his cock and balls, flooding them with my raw sexual energy as the bulge in our jeans grew substantially. “Noooooo… Get out of my… body!” Tim grunted as his cock began to pulse rapidly until…

“Ooh… FUUUUuuuuuuuucckkk!” I moan out as I force us to blow a massive load, soaking the inside of these well fitted jeans. After a short cool down, I grope my wet, sticky bulge a little before announcing “Sorry my man, no can do. For the next week I’m gonna be the new Tim Tebow heheh.” A grin breaking out across my face as I said it.

After that I jumped in the shower to get a proper look at the ex football player body I now owned. He still kept it in marvellous shape with juicy pecs and sizeable arms. Can’t say I wasn’t happy to be groping it all from the inside. And all the strength it contained was exilerating. Sure I had immense magical power but this physical power was a whole different ball game.

Once I was done I stepped out, got dried and began raiding Tim’s closet. After all I couldn’t be be seen wearing those cum-stained jeans.

After that I tried live the week to it’s fullest. I must’ve tried on almost every outfit Tim owned (which was many) and loved seeing how each item was perfectly tailored to his body. I would’ve had to use magic to resize most of this to my regular body but now it stretched over my new muscle in all the right places to show off. Of course I had fun in many other ways too though, one of which was tapping into Tim’s memories and personality to trick his family, friends and fans that I was the real him. Such a rush I gotta tell ya. I mean I’ve done this very thing to so many other men, allowing them to possess or switch bodies with the man they desire but doing it myself is just a different kind of pleasure.

I’ve gotta say though one of my favourite parts was sneaking out during the evening and hooking up with some hot dudes. Needless to say they were more than surprised to see the straight christian man Tim Tebow cheating on his wife for gay sex but they certainly weren’t going to decline the opportunity. Had so many dudes pretty much salivating over the chance to wrap their lips around my celebrity cock or to press their faces into my jock ass. Each encounter went like a dream. For them and for me.

Unfortunately Tim’s wife did get suspicious eventually. She wondered why I wasn’t being as affectionate or why I was leaving the house so often. I was hoping I could get through the week without this but I didn’t want anyone to think something was up. And so what I ended up doing was digging into Tim’s subconscious and connecting myself to his heterosexuality. The second I did, I saw his wife in a whole new light.

Before long we were on the bed together, kissing and pulling off each overs clothes. Suddenly I can see why straight dudes are so fascinated with breasts, I couldn’t keep my hands off her jiggling tits. And before I knew it I’d plunged Tim’s cock into her pussy and started plowing away. I’m not gonna say it felt better than fucking a hot hairy ass but it still felt pretty damn good. I continued to fuck he’d like animal, making it as passionate as possible for her sake. What do I mean by that? Well during this I had a very fun idea that I was going to put into action later.

Soon enough I found myself unloading Tim’s balls inside her, filling her up in a horny haze. She looked satisfied and so was I. Once that was done I let out a sigh of relief and detached myself from Tim’s heterosexuality.

By this point I had two more days inside Tim’s flesh before I had to vacate so I was sure to make it count, getting in as much hot, gay as fuck, sex as I could inside his straight christian body. I even had one guy with a fantasy of fucking me while wearing Tim’s old football gear. Thankfully I still had it stored away and it fit like a glove. Let’s just say by the end of that night there was a cock sized hole in the back of those football pants where my aching asshole had been fucked relentlessly and filled to the brim with cum.

Eventually however, my time came and I had to leave this beautiful body. It was a fun ride while it lasted. I got to meet a bunch of Tim’s fans, loving how they reacted with such excitement upon seeing me. I got live out the life of a well known celebrity. And most of all I got pop this body’s homosexual cherry. Speaking off…

After I launched my soul back out through Tim’s mouth, I watched as he fell the ground unconscious. Of course I could’ve just left things like that but I just couldn’t help myself. I reached inside his mind and found his heterosexuality. After which I linked Tim’s mind up to a gay dude not far from here who had a bunch of Tim Tebow posters around his room. Then all I had to do was close my eyes and focus. Tim and this other gay man, who’s name was Nathan, had a surge of energy run through their bodies. And just like that, they had switched. But not bodies, they’d switched sexualities. When Tim’s awakes he’ll start to notice an absence of attraction to his wife and will soon start popping boners for hot dudes he sees either online or in real life. It’s certainly gonna be interesting to see if he remains faithful and tries to make it work with his wife or if he splits from her and embraces his new orientation.

On the other hand, I might have to check up on that Nathan dude at some point as well. Suddenly no longer being interested in dick and dude ass, instead finding himself with a craving for pussy and a fascination with tits. Oh I can only imagine how he’ll cope.

But for now I’m off to find my next body…

Part 2 ⬇️

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