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runa-falls · 9 months

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FREE USE WITH MIGUEL? LIKE ANYWHERE ANYTIME?

a/n: YES NONNIE, ANY--FUCKING--TIME. AND HERES ONE OF THOSE TIMES :^) idk if this is free-use or feral!reader or both. anyway, just enjoy it lol. like every time, this got away from me

special thanks to mona (@whatthefishh) for letting me scream this shit to her over discord + for helping me figure out exactly what 'free use' is lol

cw: smut (18+), free use kink, small very small bit of somnophilia (CAN'T ESCAPE IT), non-explicit oral (m-receiving), afab!reader, mentions of ovulation (+ period) horniness, fingering, cockwarming, fucking w/ multiple orgasms, the same Spanish pet name used over and over, reader is basically a bothersome cat, writer is so all over the place it's confusing.

wc: 2.4k (this was supposed to be a quick thot but wtvr)

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miguel is a gracious boyfriend, he practically lives to please you. so when you approach him in the middle of the day with nothing but his shirt draped over your figure, he has a hard time rejecting your advances.

sure, he tries, but every time he gives you what he wants.

you're spoiled, really.

miguel works at home as much as possible. he hates having to leave you before the sun rises, walking away from a perfectly cozy bed and wet cunt (😳).

miguel convinces himself that Spider HQ can survive a day or two without him on site. he has several capable Spiders that do most of the heavy lifting for him and LYLA isn't afraid to take charge, sitting her holographic ass in the boss' chair.

he can set up mission plans and keep track of everything from his laptop, and he's always on call if he is needed for anything. the only issue is that working remotely doesn't work when he can't get anything done.

he's trying to go over notes from a meeting that was held earlier this morning.

he was supposed to be there, but you physically wouldn't let him out of bed. he swears you're a Spider yourself with the strength you have when you're especially needy and sleepy.

he smelled it when he woke up in the middle of the night to you mouthing over his boxers, that decadent sweetness that indicates you're ovulating.

you were desperate to get a taste of him, to fill that unbearable emptiness inside of you, whimpering with relief when you finally feel his fingers bury themselves in your hair to push your further against his bulge.

he learned early in your relationship that your insatiable appetite for him increases tenfold during your window of fertility (don't even mention your period). and so does your need for sleep. so he caters to your needs accordingly.

you passed out after convincing him to fuck the heat out of you, to snuff out the fire until your neediness recedes. apparently, the only time you aren't horny is when you're sleeping (though that isn't true... you wake up horny all the time??).

you've been sleeping soundly ever since, utterly exhausted by his thorough support, but he knows that once you wake up, you'll be crying for him again.

he crawled back into bed with you after telling LYLA to take over for the day, but after a few hours of almost suffocating because of the way you curl up on his chest like a cat, he got up to get some coffee and finish some computer work.

as soon as his warmth left you, you fussed. eyes still closed as you whined and moaned for his body. he shushed you, gently smoothing down your bedhead until you settled.

it didn't last for long.

you padded out of bed with bleary eyes, clearly looking for him when you walked into the living room. he offered you a quick "morning, cariño." before focusing back on his computer. he had to limit as much contact with you as possible if he wanted to finish his work.

just a few more pages and a couple of emails, and then he can give you all the attention you need.

his shirt brushes against your thigh like a summer dress as you make your way through the room.

he looked adorable with his loose white long sleeve on and black dad-glasses. his hair is still curly and fluffed, telling you he wasn't planning on leaving you anytime soon.

you shuffle over to the couch, sitting next to him with a sigh.

he doesn't react.

somehow, the minimal recognition that you're there, his adamant refusal to look at you, turns you on as much as it irritates you.

he's really trying his best to be a good boss, hm? trying to resist a temptation that's barely a foot away from him.

it makes you feel dirty and deprived. you blatantly rub your legs together, urging him to look. your gaze washes over his sharp jawline watching as it clenches at your soft coos.

"...baby."

"'m working, amor." his voice is still soft, despite the efforts he's taking to ignore you.

you huff.

"but--"

"not right now."

you scoot closer to him, strategically allowing the hem of his shirt to ride up on your thighs. so he's really going to make you do it...

you tug at his sleeve, taking his arm away from his work (though it doesn't look like he was working on much at all, he's been sitting on that exact page for 5 minutes now).

"not right now, mi vida..." he protests lightly, but he doesn't move away. he's not even trying, you think.

you smirk at his empty words. you can see the way he's looking at you: your messy hair, bare legs, the shadow of his shirt hiding away your most sensitive spot. his breathing grows heavier and so does his stare.

"i have work--" miguel is always so soft and sweet to you, melting in your hand though he has all the power to stop it.

"please, miguel? just one, for me?" his lips part as you place his hand against your bare thigh, slowly dragging it upwards until it meets your center.

he doesn't take his hand away, doesn't even pull back a single inch, instead, he instantly complies, cupping his warm hand over its entirety. he chokes out a low groan. you're not wearing anything underneath.

"ok, i guess if it's only once..." he whispers, already breathy. he's leaning over you, almost on top of you, forcing your legs to spread impossibly wide.

he watches as his finger rubs against your slick center, spreading your wetness until you're glistening for him under the late morning light. he pushes in slowly, so slowly, eyes flicking up to your face to witness the small o your mouth makes as he presses in deeper.

his mouth waters as he fingers you, he wishes he had enough time to go down on you, and taste your slick straight from the source. he knows how much you love it when he fucks you with his tongue and suckles on your clit. but no, he has work to do. he needs to get you off so he can finally focus.

"this what you needed, cariño?" it's all but growled into your space, his voice low and taunting. all you can do is nod with bleary eyes as your hands grip onto his thick bicep for support.

he adds another finger and thrusts them into you quicker, angling them just so his palm can gently nudge at your clit. he can feel you tightening around him already, fluttering with each pass that he makes against your g spot. he presses harder, drinking in your choked gasp and shaking thighs.

you're so wet, spilling over his fingers and dripping against his hand. the noises between you are deafening. a mixture of sopping thrusts, heavy breathing, and quiet mewls fill the still silence of the living room.

he's so good at this, too good at this.

how can he make you fall apart with just his hands, caress every sensitive nerve with a single stroke?

you're at the cusp of euphoria. your body, filled to the brim with pleasure, urges you to let go, to take what you want. but you don't want to. you want to stay at the edge forever with his hands on you, to be at the center of his affections, always just one breath away from transcendence.

you're not ready for him to stop touching you anytime soon, you realize. you still need it and after you'll need it again. you need him.

his glasses start sliding as he looks down at you, dropping until they're barely at the tip of his nose. he's focused, eyes locked on how he fills you again and again.

his fingers speed up, expertly aiming against that special spot inside of you. your hips rise from the couch, needing him as deep as possible. then it all falls apart.

you cry out, back arching and eyes rolling. your body is barely touching the couch under you and it feels like you're being lifted up by unknown forces as you reach your climax. white fills your vision and heat thrums through your limbs. you can't hide your one orgasm from him, it's too intense.

before you could recover, he slips his fingers out of you.

"alright, honey, we're done." he casually sucks your essence off of his fingers before propping his glasses back to the arch of his nose.

"ok, ok, i get it. you're busy." you pant, still pulsing from your high. and...he's already back to work. he wasn't kidding when he said he had stuff to do. "i'll just...be sitting here."

so you watch him get back to work, or you try to. the incessant scrolling, typing, reading, and muttering thoughts that accompany his work is usually enough to put you to sleep. it's an unusual lullaby that's attached to him. one that brings you the comfort of knowing he's near.

but he's hard.

he seems so relaxed, so content to work, but his erection presses so desperately against his sweats, outlined perfectly by the grey fabric.

so how could you not touch him? he clearly needs your help... and if he doesn't, then you need it.

you want to be good, you do, but when he types so effortlessly like that with the fingers that were just stuffed in your cunt, or when he looks over his dad-glasses to look at something like a hot fucking nerd, you can't help it.

it's been, what, 12 minutes? that's enough work for the day in your opinion.

you start slow, hesitantly, watching to make sure he's not looking at you (though he can clearly see you from his peripheral vision). you stand up on the couch right next to him. you're a bit unstable on the squishy cushions so you use his shoulder for support.

he looks over at you, confused as to why you decided to walk all over the furniture like a toddler.

you carefully maneuver over his arms to settle yourself on his lap. you're a koala around him, holding your torso to his, looping your arms around his neck and sharing your shimmering lustful body heat. he grunts when you scoot even closer to him, your bare pussy pressing entirely against his covered cock.

but he ignores it.

he doesn't say anything, barely even moves, and just continues to work. you pout a bit, but let him. you convince yourself that you're content with just sitting here and enjoying his company (despite the large distraction that pulses against your pussy, pressing so sweetly under your needy clit).

you listen to his steady heartbeat and slow breaths, the occasional sound of tapping keys. you nuzzle against the soft shirt that stretches over his chest. you're fine.

it's not like you're leaking all over his sweatpants, leaving a puddle at the apex of the fabric. you're not crying on the inside, so empty and fluttering around nothing. you're fine.

until you arent.

you lazily lift your hips above his, nearly head-butting his chin in the process. his arms lift to help you get settled, hands resting on your waist, as patient as ever.

you reach below you and he stiffens. he wasn't expecting you to--

your hand buries itself under his sweats, delicate fingers brushing over his erection. he breathes out your name when you squeeze him teasingly before pulling him out.

"what did i say?" he grunts, hand swiftly wrapping around your wrist. the words are lost on your ears as you caress the silky steel in your fist. it pulses at your touch. he needs this.

he says your name once more.

"you're working."

"then why are you trying to fuck me?!"

"i'm only going to sit on it." you give him an innocent look. you slowly lower yourself so your dripping center meets his before sliding your glistening lips over his hardness. "won't move or say a thing, promise!"

"cariño..."

"just wanna warm you, baby." you position him right against your entrance. "is that so wrong?" you lower yourself before he can say anything else.

you take him easily with how wet you are, and he fills you perfectly. he sucks in a breath at the feeling then growls out, "don't move."

well, you do move (is anyone surprised). you move a lot. but he moves too. harsher and more competitive. who the hell fucks competitively?

you moan over him, bouncing on his cock eagerly. his hands hold your waist, guiding your movements just how he likes it: fast and hard. his laptop, somewhere on the other side of the couch, is forgotten and probably long dead by now. so much for working at home.

you've cum at least four times already, but who's keeping count (you're not. you're so fucked out, you have to manually breathe now.)

he won't let up anymore. you asked for it and you're getting it.

"do i gotta fuck you to sleep, hm? is that the only way you'll leave me the fuck alone and let me work?"

you only admit now that you're eyes were definitely bigger than your stomach. you're practically drooling as he takes control once again, snapping his hips from under you, harsh and punishing. as if this is a punishment.

he has to carry you back to bed that afternoon. he couldn't just leave you on the couch, naked and shivering. plus you'd be a distraction with your bruised hips and fucked out cunt.

you murmur adorably in your sleep as your body unconsciously nuzzles further into his arms. he places you lovingly on the bed and you immediately curl up. he sighs, brushing your hair out of your face because he knows how much you hate it when it gets in your eyes or tickles at your nose during the night.

you look so cozy and comfortable. but so alone in this huge bed.

he debates laying down with you, only until you're in a deeper sleep.

maybe just a few minutes?

LYLA had a few choice words when he woke up in the morning....

#anon #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #atsv #2099

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proxima-writes · 11 months

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I’d like to request a boyfriends dad fic where reader is on vacation with their family and Joel gets handsy with her but she convinces herself it’s okay. Then when her boyfriends ditches her Joel fucks her. Bonus points if boyfriend comes back super drunk while Joel is fucking reader and Joel just puts his hand over her mouth and continues fucjing her and bf passes by them but doesn’t notice 🤷🏻‍♀️

Just some thots…if it inspires you a fic/Drabble would be awesome

I may have....gotten carried away with this one.

title: karma is my boyfriend's dad

pairing: boyfriend's dad!joel miller x female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 6588

summary:

Your boyfriend, Sean Miller, is an asshole. The one redeeming thing about him?

His dad, Joel Miller.

And he's just invited you along on the family vacation to Panama City Beach, Florida.

author’s note: thank you for the request!! this was a fun one. my 1000 follower mark is quickly approaching and i cant wait to do something fun for it! thank you for all your support and love so far 💕

content warnings/tags: explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), explicit language, alternate universe - boyfriend’s dad, age difference (21F and 56M), power imbalance dynamics, infidelity, asshole boyfriend, alcohol use, sunscreen as a flirting mechanism, reader wearing a bathing suit, touching in public, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names, almost getting caught, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), thigh riding, sex against a door. let me know if any are missing!

Sean Miller is a shitty boyfriend. He constantly ditches you to hang out with his frat brothers, he’s left you at parties by yourself, he’s forgotten birthdays and anniversaries and, to top it all off, he’s never made you come. You’ve been with the guy for two years and not a single orgasm in all that time.

You deserve better. You deserve orgasms.

The only redeeming thing about Sean is his dad, Joel Miller.

Joel is the textbook definition of a DILF. He’s tall and broad with dark curly hair streaked with gray and kind brown eyes. Even approaching the upper fifties in age, he’s built like a tank. Wide shoulders and biceps that stretch his flannel shirts to the point where you’ll sometimes sit there willing a thread to pop, his thick thighs and a tight ass always hugged by the most sinful pair of Levi’s.

But besides looking like sin, Joel is kind. There’s been more than one occasion where Sean had forgotten your plans, leaving you waiting at his house where he still lives with his dad and Joel would always take pity on you and invite you to watch a movie with him, the two of you sitting on opposite sides of the couch while he played a comedy to cheer you up. On your birthday, he sent you a Starbucks gift card and a text when his own son didn’t even remember. When you would update him on how school was going, he’d always pat your shoulder and say, “‘Atta girl.”

That last memory in particular always makes your tummy erupt with butterflies.

In the last few months, things with Sean have been especially strained. He’s started hiding his phone from you, flipping the screen face down anytime you’re within arms reach of him. On the rare nights he spends at your apartment, he’ll get calls that he insists on taking privately.

Honestly, you were more than ready to end it before Joel caught you in his kitchen one day and asked if you wanted to come with him and Sean on their vacation to Panama City Beach.

“Really? I thought this was supposed to be, like, a guy’s trip?” You ask. You stayed the night last night and Sean was still asleep, always one to sleep until noon if given the opportunity. Joel is making coffee while you sit at the bar.

Joel shrugs. “I’m sure he’d want his girl there. You two can party and leave the old man behind for his bedtime,” he says with a playful smile that makes your heart flutter.

“I appreciate the offer, Mr. Miller, but there’s no way I can afford a ticket to Florida right now.” You reach for the cup he offers, only for him to pull it back out of reach.

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll cover everythin’,” he replies. “Say yes and you can have your coffee.”

“Are you sure? I really don’t want to be a burden.”

Joel’s fingers brush against yours as he hands you your warm mug. A shiver runs down your spine at the contact.

“I’m positive, darlin’.”

________

Joel knows that his son treats you like shit, and he fucking hates it. He’s tried to talk some sense into the kid but all his wisdom just goes in one ear and out the other. He has to pretend that he doesn’t hear him bringing other girls over and it eats him up inside because he wants you to know, wants you to have better, but if he tells you, he’s severing the one tie he has to you and what then? He’s fifty-six, over thirty years your senior. He’s lived over two lifetimes in the course of your one. There’s no way in hell you’d look at him twice, and that’s not even including the fact that he’s your boyfriend’s dad.

Joel’s not sure what possessed him to invite you on vacation. You’re right, it was supposed to be a guy’s trip, a gift from Joel to Sean for his twenty-first birthday that was unfortunately right in the middle of his finals. He knows damn well Sean is, in fact, not going to be happy that you’ve been invited along. He’s certain the younger man fully intended to turn his hotel room into a revolving door for women he picked up at the bars along the beach, one time flings he could write off before returning home to a sure thing.

He tells Sean about the change of plans that evening over dinner. His son whines petulantly, slamming his fork down on the table.

“Dad, seriously? Why the fuck would you invite her, this is gonna ruin everything,” he says.

“Shouldn’t be talkin’ ‘bout your girlfriend like that,” Joel admonishes. Sean rolls his eyes.

“She doesn’t even put out anymore, I don’t even know why I keep her around. I should just break up with her before the trip.”

Joel’s jaw clenches with frustration. “I already bought her ticket. She’s comin’ whether you like it or not and that’s final.”

“Fuck this shit,” Sean says, chair scraping across the floor as he stands. “Whatever. Won’t stop me from having a good time.”

Joel’s counting on it.

________

Joel and Sean pick you up from your apartment at 4 am for the 7 am flight to Florida. Your boyfriend is passed out in the front passenger seat, but Joel shakes him awake and tells him to get in the back. The younger man grumbles but does as he’s told while Joel helps you load your luggage into the bed of the truck. The trip will last four days, so you’ve squeezed everything into a single carry on and your backpack.

After all, it’s Florida. You plan on spending every day in a bikini.

Sean passes back out as you settle in his vacated seat, placing your travel mug of coffee in the cup holder besides Joel’s. He gives you a polite smile as he puts the truck in reverse, placing his arm on the back of the seat and twisting to look out the rear window, his other hand deftly turning the wheel.

You can’t help but squeeze your thighs together, your core already aching at his proximity.

You’re in for a long four days.

_______

The three of you make it through airport security quickly, the early hour lending some reprieve from the crowds.

“Why is this flight so fucking early?” Sean grouses, slumped in one of the uncomfortable terminal seats.

“Did you want more or less time in Florida?” Joel replies, flipping through his newspaper.

“Whatever,” Sean replies with a roll of his eyes, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt up and burrowing into it.

You return from your quest for breakfast at that moment, a white paper bag in your hands and a bright smile on your face as you sit between the two men.

“I got you a bagel,” you say to Joel, pulling a plain bagel wrapped in wax paper from the bag.

“You get me anything?” Sean asks, peeking from beneath his hood. Your shoulders drop.

“Oh…no. You don’t usually eat breakfast,” you reply. Sean groans. “We can share mine?” You offer.

“No, it’s fine, whatever. Thanks for thinking of me.”

Joel’s brow pinches in irritation, the muscle in his jaw ticking as he watches your smile fade into a frown as you look at the bag in your hands. He nudges you with his shoulder.

“Hey, I appreciate it,” he tells you quietly. You give him a tentative smile.

He misses the bright one.

________

“I call window,” Sean says when the three of you have boarded the plane, flopping into the seat after haphazardly tossing his bag into an overhead compartment without waiting for a reply.

Joel fixes his son’s bag before settling his own beside it and turning to hold a hand out for yours. You hand your duffel over to him with a quiet, “Thank you.”

“Which seat do you want, darlin’?” Joel asks you.

“I can sit in the middle,” you offer, scooching past him in the tight space. Your back brushes his chest and he catches a whiff of your strawberry shampoo, the scent making his mouth water.

He sits beside you, tucking his backpack beneath the seat in front of him. Your thigh brushes his as you get comfortable in your seat, the row a tight squeeze for the three of you.

“How long is this flight?” You ask, pulling a pair of headphones from your backpack. Sean’s already unconscious again, his head tilted against the window and his mouth open in a snore.

“‘Bout two hours,” Joel says. You nod, shifting in your seat again. Your shoulders knock into his when you do, and you give him an apologetic smile.

“Sorry. Tight fit,” you tell him. He swallows around the lump in his throat.

He can think of something else that would be a tight fit.

The flight attendants go through their pre-flight duties and take-off occurs without any issue. When they give the green light to use electronics, you pull out your phone, cursing when the screen remains black even as you hit the power button.

“My phone died,” you explain. He smiles sympathetically.

“You wanna watch a movie on mine? I downloaded a couple,” he offers.

“Sure. We can share my headphones?”

“Good idea.”

Joel plugs your headphones into the jack on his phone and passes you the right earbud before sticking the left one in his own ear. He queues up a movie, some action film called Triple Frontier that seemed interesting based on the synopsis, and holds the phone on his lap. You lean into him, that strawberry scent settling over him once again.

You keep fidgeting in your seat, twisting and readjusting your upper body against the arm rest between your seats. After the third time, he reaches down and flips it up, your body slumping closer to his. When he looks down at you, your face is tilted up towards his and he has to concentrate very hard to keep his gaze trained on your eyes.

“Thanks,” you whisper before returning your attention to the movie. “Hey, that guy kinda looks like you.”

________

The flight passes quickly, much to Joel’s dismay. He would have liked to keep sitting pressed up beside you for longer.

At the car rental facility, Joel gets handed the keys to a Jeep Wrangler. Sean’s eyes light up when he sees it.

“Can I drive?” He asks.

Joel sighs. “Fine, just be careful would ya?”

Sean lowers the soft top before hopping in the driver’s seat. Joel insists that you sit in the front passenger, because he’s a gentleman, but he quickly regrets the choice.

With the top down and the music blaring, Sean is in a relatively good mood. He’s smiling at you and even reaches over to grab your hand, pulling it towards him to press a kiss to the back of it. Joel can feel the tug of jealousy in his gut as he watches you smile back at him but there’s nothing that he can do about that.

After all, you’re Sean’s girl.

And he’s just going to have to live with that.

________

Sean is standing behind you with his hands on your hips, lips trailing kisses along the exposed skin of your shoulder in your tank top while Joel is speaking with the hotel clerk, checking into the rooms. You squirm away from Sean’s attention, the man dropping his hands from you and frowning.

“Why are you being such a prude?” He snaps.

“I’m not being a prude,” you say with a sigh. “Your dad is right there.”

He tries to pull you back towards him with an arm around your waist. “Come on, babe. He’s probably already heard you moaning my name,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.

Not likely, you think.

“I just don’t think it’s appropriate.” You step out of his grasp again as Joel approaches, holding three key cards.

“Room 102 for the two of you,” he says, handing two of the cards to Sean. “And I’m in 104, if y’all need anything.”

“Great,” Sean says, grabbing your hand. “Come on, let’s go put our stuff away.”

You trail behind Sean, but can’t help looking back at Joel.

You’re surprised to find his dark gaze already fixed on you.

________

“Come on, let’s go find a bar,” Sean whines. You’ve just left the bathroom after changing out of your travel outfit of leggings and into a bikini and a sheer cover-up dress.

“It’s so early. I highly doubt there are any bars open. Besides, I need to charge my phone,” you tell him, packing a tote bag with your sunscreen, a book, your copy of the room key, and your sunglasses. “Why don’t we go to the pool?”

“It’s PCB, babe, there’s bound to be a bar open,” Sean says with a roll of his eyes. “But if you wanna be boring then by all means, go to the pool.”

You sigh. “You do whatever you want, Sean.”

He grabs his wallet from the nightstand, shoving it into his pocket. “Fine. I will. Come find me when you’re done being such a fucking bitch.”

The door slams behind him as he leaves, the sudden noise making you jump in surprise.

You can’t even find it in yourself to be upset.

________

Joel’s just opening the door to his room when he hears his son’s raised voice across the hall. He freezes, the door half open as he listens.

“Fine. I will. Come find me when you’re done being a fucking bitch,” Sean says before slamming the door.

Anger courses through Joel’s veins as he listens to his son’s heavy footsteps echo down the hall. He takes a deep breath, in through his nose and out through his mouth, before opening the door fully and crossing the hall to knock on your door.

When you open the door, you look surprised to see him, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. Joel has to make a conscious effort to not let his eyes wander your body. He can see the neon pink strings of your bikini tied around your neck and god does he want to see more.

He clears his throat. “Hey. Everythin’ alright?”

“Oh, yeah. Everything’s fine. I was just about to go to the pool,” you tell him.

“I’ll come with you,” Joel immediately offers without thinking.

“If you’re sure. I don’t want to get in the way of any plans you had, Mr. Miller,” you mutter.

“I’m sure.”

________

Joel sets some hotel towels on loungers positioned beside each other on a sunny part of the pool deck. The pool is fairly busy and to your surprise there’s a live DJ and a bartender is already making a steady flow of drinks behind the poolside bar. The pool itself is huge and even boasts its own lazy river that you’re looking forward to floating down.

Your attention is dragged to Joel once more as he reaches for the hem of his t-shirt, lifting it up. Your mouth goes dry as you watch his back muscles work, rippling beneath miles of tan skin that you want to trace with your fingertips.

You shake your head free of thought and remove your coverup while his back is still turned, stuffing it into your tote bag you’ve dropped beside the lounger. You pull out your sunscreen and sunglasses, slipping them over your eyes to combat the harsh Florida sun.

When you look up, you’re surprised to find Joel already watching you, gaze fixed squarely on your chest. You clear your throat, wiggling the sunscreen bottle at him.

“You want me to get your back?” You offer.

“Sure. Thanks,” he replies, voice rough. You have to fight the urge to rub your thighs together for relief from the ache between them, your brain conjuring scenarios of that deep timbre in your ear telling you how good you feel around him.

He sits on the lounger with his back to you, waiting for your next move. You squirt some sunscreen into your palm, rubbing your hands together before smoothing it across his back. His shoulders tense briefly at the first touch of your hands before he goes lax against you, his head dropping as you smooth the lotion on him.

You get lost in the feeling of his skin beneath your fingertips as you drag your hands over the broad muscles of his back and shoulders and down his spine. In a moment of bravery, or stupidity, you let your fingers drag the tiniest bit beneath the elastic of his navy swim shorts, just enough that it could be passed off as an honest mistake.

When you’re finished, you hand the bottle to him over his shoulder. He takes it silently, lathering the rest of his body while you adjust your lounger flat and lay face down. You reach behind your back, tugging at the strings of your bikini until they fall to the side.

“Could you do me next?”

________

Joel takes a seat on the lounger, his hips brushing yours. He’s hard as a fucking rock in his swim shorts, has been from the moment you opened your hotel door wearing your sheer coverup, pink bikini taunting him beneath.

It was a stupid fucking idea to ask you to come to the pool with him. He was clearly thinking with the head in his pants and not the one on his shoulders because he didn’t stop to consider that he’d be getting a front seat to the soft skin of your thighs and tummy, the curve of your waist and ass and breasts on full display for him to commit to memory.

And now you were asking him to touch you. Giving him permission to have his hands on the same flesh he imagines when he’s gripping his cock roughly in his palm and chasing an orgasm that offers hardly any relief.

He swallows nervously before uncapping the sunscreen and squirting it directly on your back. You give a little yelp of surprise, the lotion no doubt unexpectedly cold, but you settle back down when he smooths a palm across your back.

You’ve untied the strings of your top, leaving him with no obstacles as he works the lotion into your skin. He loses himself in the repetitive motion, smoothing his hands across your shoulders and down your spine like you had done to him. He lets his thumbs press into the divot of your lower back, fighting the urge to drag them beneath the scant bit of fabric covering your ass.

As he finishes, he drags his hands back up your sides, his fingertips dragging across the soft skin of the exposed sides of your breasts. He feels the hitch in your breathing as he does and he worries for a moment that perhaps he’s gone too far.

“Thanks,” you say, voice breathy. “Would you mind getting my legs for me? I don’t want to get up.”

Joel thinks he should mind. He should absolutely mind being asked by his son’s girlfriend to rub lotion into her back and legs. The action is too intimate, it’s crossing a line and he knows this.

He just can’t bring himself to give a fuck anymore.

Wordlessly, Joel squirts some more sunscreen into his palm, this time warming it between his hands before smoothing it on your legs, starting with your calves. He slides his palms up your legs, high enough that his fingertips brush the crease where the curve of your ass meets your thigh. Your legs spread just the slightest bit and Joel lets his thumbs drift toward your inner thighs.

He’s playing with fire now as he presses his thumbs deeper, higher, the tip of one even grazing your bikini bottoms. He desperately wants to slide it beneath the elastic, to drag his thumb through your slit and find out if you’re wet just from the touch of his hands.

But Joel pulls his hands away and stands, moving over to his own lounger and laying facedown on the towel covered cushion. His dick presses uncomfortably into his thigh and he uses that discomfort as a means to will the hardness away.

He’s in for a long four days.

________

Your pool day with Joel runs from the early morning to the late afternoon. Neither of you hear from Sean during that time, but you can’t find it in yourself to be bothered. Not when Joel Miller is sitting beside you in an inner tube, floating down a lazy river as you talk about everything and nothing, drops of water clinging to his skin and catching the light. You could stay in a moment like this forever so long as he’s there, too.

As the intensity of the sun starts to wane, Joel suggests finding somewhere to get dinner.

“Pick somewhere nice, though. My treat,” he says as you’re parting ways at your hotel room doors. He doesn’t give you a chance to reply, shutting his door and leaving you smiling in the hallway like a girl with a crush.

You let yourself into your hotel room, not surprised to find it empty. Your phone is still sitting on the charger with no new notifications. The part of you that’s been in a relationship with Sean Miller for two years feels a pang of sadness at your boyfriend’s silence.

The part that wants to fuck his dad doesn’t give a shit.

You shower and change into a sundress before slipping your sandals back on. Checking the time, you grab your bag and head to the lobby to meet up with Joel.

Joel’s already in the lobby, leaning against the wall near the exit and scrolling through his phone. He’s wearing a light blue short sleeve button down that hugs his biceps deliciously, the tan of his skin popping against the fabric, his usual boots, and khakis. You were almost certain this man didn’t own anything besides perfectly broken in Wranglers. His hair is combed back, still damp from his shower, and he looks so good you have to consciously stop your jaw from dropping.

“Hey, you pick a place?” Joel asks as you approach, slipping his phone into the pocket of his pants.

“There’s an oyster bar nearby that looks good,” you reply. He holds the door open for you, broad palm ghosting across your low back as you exit the cool hotel lobby and out into the hot Florida night. The traffic on the sidewalk is thick, people moving like the nearby ocean as they ebb and flow from place to place.

“You hear from Sean at all?” Joel asks as you navigate the crowds, his arm brushing yours as he sticks close to your side. You shake your head and Joel sighs. “I’m sorry. I love the kid, I do, but goddamn if he doesn’t piss me off sometimes.”

You sigh. “It’s not your fault, Mr. Miller. You don’t have to apologize for him.”

You’re both quiet after that. You don’t know what’s going through Joel’s head as you sneak a glance at him and catch only his furrowed brow and tense jaw.

You nearly pass the restaurant in your distraction, but Joel catches you by the arm, tugging you with him to the entrance.

It’s a cute little bar and restaurant, the kind of place that’s cozy without being horribly cramped. The lighting is dim and booths line the walls while tables sit in the middle, candles flickering and casting shadows on the walls and across the white tablecloths.

The hostess seats you at one of the booths, tucked away in the corner. You sit across from Joel, setting your bag beside you after digging your phone out from it. When the waitress walks away without leaving menus, Joel looks adorably confused.

“You have to use your phone,” you tell him with a giggle. “They have the QR code menus.”

“I’m gettin’ too old for this shit,” Joel complains. You roll your eyes, standing and moving over to his side of the booth, settling beside him. His thigh presses to yours and you’re acutely aware of the contact as you lean close to share your phone screen with him.

When the waitress returns, you place your drink and food orders. Joel opts for whiskey, neat, and a medium rare steak because you can take the man out of Texas but you can’t take Texas out of the man. You order a spicy pineapple margarita and a plate of herb crusted oysters.

You should probably move back over to the other side of the booth, but you don’t want to. The feel of his body pressed to yours lights up your nerve endings in an unfamiliar way, his clean woodsy smell settling over you like a comforting blanket. He doesn’t say anything about how you remain seated next to him, just turns his head to talk to you.

The drinks arrive first. The sour tang of the pineapple makes your face pucker when you take a sip, making Joel laugh. You might be imagining it, but you think his gaze lingers on your lips for just a beat too long to be coincidence. You cross your legs beneath the table, squeezing your thighs together for some semblance of relief from the ache between your legs.

A second round of drinks is ordered and delivered while you talk about a TV show you both enjoy. This drink leaves you feeling pleasantly fuzzy around the edges. Joel makes a joke about one of the recent episodes and it makes you laugh so hard you’re leaning against him for support.

You place your hand on his thigh close to his knee. Joel tenses beside you but doesn’t say anything, his eyes dark over the rim of his glass as he takes a sip. You can’t bring yourself to look away but you’re also frozen in place, not daring to drag your hand further up. The spell between you is broken when the waitress drops by with your trays of food, setting them on the table and walking away with a request for another round of drinks from Joel.

“These look amazing,” you say, squeezing lemon over them. Joel’s started to cut into his steak, inspecting the center and giving a tiny nod of approval that makes you smile. “Hey, did you know oysters are an aphrodisiac?”

Joel coughs on the piece of steak he’d been eating, reaching for his whiskey and tossing the rest back as he swallows. “They’re what now?”

________

“Aphrodisiacs. They increase your sex drive,” you say, your lips wrapping around the bite poised on your fork. Your eyes flutter shut as you let out a little moan of satisfaction. “God, these are better than sex.”

“Must not be havin’ very good sex, then,” Joel immediately responds without thinking. His hand freezes halfway between his plate and his mouth, his eyes going wide as his brain catches up to his mouth. “Sorry that...that wasn’t appropriate.”

“It’s fine, Mr. Miller,” you say, patting his knee. Your hand lingers there again, the second time this evening, and it makes Joel’s brain misfire. This whole dinner has been a test of his self-control and he is quickly fraying at the edges the longer you sit pressed beside him, that god forsaken strawberry scent flooding his senses.

The waitress delivers the third round of drinks and your hand leaves his thigh to pick yours up and take a sip. His eyes track the way your lips wrap around the straw, mind wandering to something else he’d like to see them wrapped around.

He takes a sip of his own drink, letting the burn of the whiskey down his throat distract him. The third drink is making his mind spin, a voice in his head urging him to trace his fingers along the exposed skin of your thigh beneath the table. He sets his hand on his own thigh, casual as can be.

You’re telling Joel a story about the time a guy in one of your classes was so hungover he fell asleep in the middle of an exam but Joel can barely concentrate. His eyes keep lingering on your lips and trail lower, lower, lower, over the delicate line of your neck, the dip at the base of your throat, the swell of your breasts.

Joel stretches his pinky, the tip of his finger barely skimming the soft skin of your thigh. He watches your face for a reaction and finding none, he feels emboldened. He inches his hand closer, his ring finger joining his pinky in caressing you.

He’s focused on your face, watching for any indication that you notice what he’s up to beneath the tablecloth. He holds his breath as his fingers dip beneath the hem of your dress. You stutter in your story, tripping over your words and Joel’s fingers pause in their exploration.

Joel shouldn’t be doing this. He should pull his hand back and forget any of this happened, forget the silky smooth feel of your skin beneath his fingers, forget the way your smile lit up your face as he floated down the lazy river beside you.

Then you’re tilting your head, eyes boring into him like you can see right through him, see every depraved thought running through his head and your knee presses more tightly to his, your legs spreading beneath the table and Joel’s hand sliding to your inner thigh with the movement.

“Can I get y’all anything else?”

Joel rips his hand from your leg and swallows guiltily as he looks up at the waitress standing beside the booth. You sit up straighter, your heat leaving his side and he curses the interruption.

Perhaps it was for the best, though.

You’re still Sean’s girlfriend, after all.

________

Your skin is buzzing with the liquor in your veins and the phantom feel of Joel’s touch on your thighs. The man is quiet on the walk back, brooding even. His brow is furrowed, jaw tense, hands stuffed in the pockets of his pants like it’ll stop him from touching you again.

The thought makes you downright giddy.

“Thanks for dinner, Mr. Miller,” you say as you stand in front of the doors of your respective rooms.

He gives you a tight smile. “‘Course, darlin’. Have a good night,” he tells you before disappearing into his room, the heavy door shutting behind him and echoing in the hall.

You swipe the key for your room, opening the door to find it still dark, everything the same as you left it. You drop your bag on one of the beds, pulling your phone out to check if you have any missed messages and finding none.

The silence from Sean is the answer to a question you didn’t know you were asking.

You leave your room, crossing the hall to knock on Joel’s door. The man answers a moment later, already changed into a t-shirt and a pair of plaid pajama bottoms.

“Everythin’ alright?” He asks, opening the door wider.

“Left my key in the room,” you reply. “You mind if I stay with you for a bit?”

You can see the struggle flash across Joel’s brown eyes, but it’s just as quickly swallowed by a shade of lust that makes your breath hitch.

“Sure, darlin’,” he finally says, stepping back and making room for you to cross the threshold.

You turn to face him when the door shuts. You can’t tell who makes the first move, only that one moment you’re staring at each other and the next your body is being pulled against his, thick fingers digging into your hair and pulling your mouth to his in a bruising kiss.

He turns your bodies, your back hitting the door as his mouth continues to explore, his tongue dipping between your lips to tangle with yours. He tastes like whiskey and feels like sin, his broad body pressing against yours. Your arms wind around his shoulders, pulling him towards you desperately like he’s the air you need to breathe.

“Fuck,” Joel groans against your mouth. “Been wantin’ to touch you so goddamn bad, you have no fuckin’ idea.”

His hands drag up your hips and over your waist, fabric of your dress bunching in his fists. He looks down between your bodies, watching as he slides a thick thigh between your legs, the sudden pressure against your sensitive core making you gasp. You rock against the hard muscle, unable to fight back a whimper at how good it feels.

“That feel good, baby?” Joel asks, lips close to your ear. “Come on, darlin’ move a little faster for me, that’s it.”

His hands grip your hips, urging your movements over his thigh. Your head tips back against the door with a thud as you gasp. His lips trail hot kisses across your jaw and neck, his teeth nipping at the skin just over your pulse point. One of his hands drags the strap of your dress down, exposing your breast to the cool air of the room, your nipples going tight with equal parts chill and anticipation.

Joel rubs a thumb across the tight bud, almost reverently, before bringing his mouth to it, pulling it between his lips and swirling it with his tongue. The sensation makes your hips move faster over his thigh and you can feel how slick you are in your panties with each thrust.

“You have any idea,” Joel groans, other hand leaving your hip and ripping the opposite strap down so that he can give your nipple the same attention, “how fuckin’ hard it is, huh? To keep my fuckin’ head on straight when you walk around lookin’ like an angel that a devil like me don’t deserve?”

“Joel,” you moan, your chest heaving with strained breaths as just this man’s thigh brings you closer to relief than your boyfriend ever has. “Joel, please!”

“Please what, sweetheart? I’m already in this deep, you gotta know I’d give ya anythin’,” he says. “You wanna cum, baby? Wanna soak my thigh for me, get these pants all messy so that I can’t think of anythin’ but you when I gotta wear them for another three days?”

“Oh, fuck,” you whine, your orgasm cresting unexpectedly. Your legs clamp tight around his thigh, the aftershocks coursing through you with surprising ferocity. When your grip on him loosens, the man drops to his knees, looking up at you with a wicked gleam in his dark brown eyes.

“How’d that feel, baby?” He asks, running his hands up the outside of your legs until his fingertips find the elastic of your panties, easing the fabric down your thighs while he waits for a response.

“G-good,” you mumble, feeling a bit self-conscious in the aftermath. You’d just come from nothing but grinding against this man’s thigh for crying out loud. You reach up to fix your dress straps, but a pinch to your inner thigh has you yelping in surprise.

“Nuh uh, wanna see those gorgeous tits when I look up at you,” Joel admonishes. You can feel your cheeks heating, blood rushing to your face from just his words.

He lifts your leg, draping it over his shoulder. The position leaves you a little off kilter, your hands landing on his head for balance.

“I’m gonna eat this pretty little pussy now, okay?” He says, rather than asks. He gives you no time to respond, leaning in to lick through your folds with a deep, satisfied groan. You cry out from the overstimulation to your sensitive clit, your fingers pulling against his hair. He hums, the vibrations pulsing through your bundle of nerves and making you damn near sob at the sensation.

“Joel, Joel, Joel,” is all you can manage to say, a slur of his name as his tongue circles your clit and dips inside your entrance, messy slides of it through your folds as he drinks you up. You look down briefly, only to find him staring right back at you, his heated stare making your blood boil.

“Gimme one more, baby, and then I need to get you on my cock,” he groans before doubling his efforts, licking and sucking and nipping at your flesh until you’re sobbing out his name as you come for a second time. “Fuck, that’s it. Good fuckin’ girl,” he growls.

He stands, shoving his pajama pants down his thighs, his cock bobbing free. The thick length of it makes your mouth practically water as you watch him give it a few rough tugs. He smirks at you, reaching down to lift one of your legs, holding it up with the crook of his elbow at the back of your knee. The position leaves you spread wide for him as he takes his cock in his other hand, positioning the thick head at your soaked entrance.

“Tell me you want this,” he demands, the tip barely pushing inside of you.

“I want this,” you repeat dutifully. He shakes his head.

“No, sweetheart. Wanna hear you say you want my cock.”

You whine, the sound damn near pitiful to your ears. “Please, Joel, I want your cock.”

“There’s my good girl,” he says with a smile, finally easing into you with a burning stretch that makes you gasp. “Christ, you’re so fuckin’ tight.”

You moan as he bottoms out, hips pressing to yours. He kisses whatever skin he can reach as he gives you a moment to adjust before pulling out nearly all the way and thrusting sharply back inside, punching the air from your lungs as his cock drags against your g-spot with each thrust.

There’s a pounding at your back and a shout of your name, followed by, “Dad! Where the fuck is everyone?”

Your eyes go wide and Joel’s hips slow but to your shock, they don’t stop. He brings a hand to your jaw, fingers pressing to your cheek as he slips his thumb between your lips and shushes you.

“Haven’t seen her,�� Joel shouts back, even as his eyes never leave yours. Your walls flutter around his cock as he continues to thrust, sharp but controlled so as not to make a lot of noise that can be heard on the other side of the door. “You should check the hotel bar. Said she might get some drinks there if you weren’t back when we finished dinner.”

“You guys went to dinner without me? That’s fuckin’ bullshit,” Sean whines. “Fine, whatever, I didn’t even want to see her anyways. Found me a blonde that I can bring back to the room instead.”

Joel’s eyes flash with rage and you shake your head gently. When Sean’s footsteps indicate he’s left, Joel’s hips resume a more punishing rhythm. He withdraws his thumb from your mouth as his hand slides lower, circling your throat possessively instead. You gasp, moaning loudly as your body relents to a third orgasm that leaves your vision fuzzy at the edges.

Joel’s own movements stutter before he’s pulling out, his cum splashing against your tummy as he grinds his cock against your hip, finishing with a gasp of your name.

You lean against him as you catch your breath, enjoying the feel of his hands smoothing over your hair.

“You okay?” He asks.

You grin at him. “Never been better, Mr. Miller.”

Sean may have found a blonde, but you’ve found your way into bed with his dad.

Karma’s funny like that.

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a/n: let me real quickly clarify no I don’t wanna fuck my FIL I just wanna fuck Joel Miller, this came to me in a completely different way but I added another idea in and made this! I hope y’all love it cause as I post I’ll be writing an add on cause FIL Joel was something I didn’t know I needed. It’s niche but someone has to write it, also PLS let me know if you want anything specific I love writing blurbs for people 🫶🏻 not even Joel miller I love hot characters, masked men, mean men, thot men, BIG BURLY HAIRY MEN!! Joel will talk more next part I just could only get him in at the end

⚠️: Father in law!Joel Miller, reader has an onlyfans, no Sarah but Joel does have a grown son, age gap not specified for reader but Joel is 55, no outbreak, it’s definitely dub/con, mentions of alcohol and drugs(don’t do any without me), recorded sex, small anal and food play?(it’s just a line you’d probably glaze right over it), f masterbation, unprotected pinv, toys, creampie, use of sweet pet names 🫶🏻and then the word slut is tossed around a couple times, reader can fit in a dryer lmfaooo never thought I’d type that

“The whole ‘stuck inside the dryer’ that could be fun.”

Two years ago you started an only fans. Your husband loved the idea of it. Hyping you up, filming the content, giving you ideas. He loved coming home seeing you dressed up, camera ready to record the homemade videos, it made him insane, causing him to go hard and give it his all only to throw in the towel after your wet cunt milks him of his release 30 minutes after hitting record. It became a full time job for you. Once you started it was hard to stop, pulling one orgasm out of you opened a Pandora’s box of animalistic lust, in the past you’ve been called a nymphomaniac. It was a blessing and a curse to be so horny all the time. After videos with him you would let him rest, kissing him goodnight then heading to the guest room to make solo content. Your trusty pink vibrator and thick realistic dildo helping you reach your climax 5 more times before you call it a night then head to bed to edit and post the content.

Your husbands words ring through your ears as he opens a bottle of wine for you. ‘Stuck in the dryer’ it was simple really, trying to think why you’ve never thought of it before. Tonight you’re having dinner with your father in law, Joel Miller. The grumpiest old man you’ve ever met. In the two years you’ve been married you’ve seen him smile a few times, once when the two of you met, another at your engagement, and then the night of your wedding as you were leaving for your honeymoon, very quickly he grabbed your hand and pulled you into a big hug ‘welcome to the family’ he whispered when he pulled back a drunken smirk was plastered on his face. there was something about the whole interaction that sent a shiver down you spine. After the honeymoon he was over, a lot. Finding things around the new house to fix. Always mumbling to himself;

‘them new contractors don’t know what they’re doin’

Walker entertained his dads need to be helpful and useful and so did you. So to return the favors you’ve banged out dinner and dessert for the man. As you’re setting the table there’s a loud knock at the door. Walker grabs the door and smiles big when he sees his father pulling him into a manly hug, both of them patting each others back three times. “Welcome in dad! Yeah, she’s in the kitchen just finished up.” You can hear Joel’s voice ask for you, maybe it was the sip of wine you just had but hearing his voice made your legs… buckle.

His boots stepping across the hardwood floor, crossing the threshold into the dining room. Standing next to the set table, one hand on your hip the other holding your generously full glass of wine. This has to be the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on Joel’s face.

“Hello there sweetness ,you do all this for me?” Pulling you into a side hug his big warm arm going around your waist. tightly. yours going around his shoulder as you rest your head on him for a brief second. You pull back but his one arm lingers around you a little while longer.

“Well we just wanted to say thank you for working so hard to help fix up the place.” He sets the 6 pack he brought with him on the table grabbing one of the bottles and twisting off the cap and wrapping his lips around taking a big gulp. There’s a sudden dryness in your throat and you swear you can hear yourself gulp when he pulls the bottle away and runs his tongue across his bottom lip to gather the excess.

“Let’s eat, honey I’m hungry!” Walker says and the three of y’all sit down and begin to eat. One thing about Joel is that he’s a vocal eater, meaning he will moan and groan if the food is good. He loves your cooking, says it’s just like his ma’s even brought his brother Tommy over for him to have some too. You’re surprised he’s not here either. So when Joel stabs his fork into the baked chicken you were making earlier it comes as music to your ears when he lets out a throaty growl. Legs crossing even tighter now causing you to reach for your glass of wine.

When everyone finishes with dinner you head back into the kitchen to grab Joel’s favorite, your mixed berry pie. Quick on your heels is your husband. As you’re closing the oven he comes behind you wrapping his arms around your waist pressing kisses into the side of your neck. “Mm I keep imagining you on your knees inside the dryer.” He mumbles into your ear his breathy whisper making you giggle from its ticklish feel. He presses himself into the back of your ass the dress you’re wearing is already thin enough so you can practically feel the outline of him on your skin. Grabbing the pie again you quickly get out the kitchen and back to Joel.

“Everything all good, sweetness?” Joel asks seeing your chest and face red from your husbands advances.

“Oh it’s nothing just talking with Walker about the dryer, we might get a new one.” Walking back out the kitchen Walker points his beer at his father exclaiming.

“No need to fix this one dad, we’re just gon’ replace it.” He tells him and Joel just holds his hands up as you’re cutting him a slice of pie. Your hand raises to stop him from scarfing it down so you can add the whip cream on it. You shake the bottle and you can feel the eyes of both miller men on you as you shake a little too hard causing some to spray out. The spurts of cream landing on your chest and falling onto your hand.

The whole scene comical for your husband but absolutely stunning for Joel. You just laugh while your fingers gather the white cream off your chest and into your mouth. He’s looking up at your while he sits in the chair completely dumbfounded by the scene in front of him. He prays he doesn’t need to get anytime soon because the both of y’all will see his complete hard on for his daughter in law.

“Well dig in Joel, it’s your favorite!”

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It’s midnight by the time you finish cleaning up. the bottle of red wine sitting empty in the recycling bin and your husband on the couch barely awake. You wake him up and lead him into the bedroom, getting him under the covers and pressing a kiss against his lips before he whispers goodnight and a quick love you. You head into the bathroom and strip yourself of your dress, bra, and panties. Then head into the guest room grabbing your camera and putting it on the tripod set up in the corner. Laying back in the bed you start slow at first. Hand slowly trailing down your chest, ghosting lightly over the swell of your breasts. Squeezing your tits together, thumbs rubbing over your hardening nipples. Your head whips around as you begin to think about your husband and how you love to sit on his face, the feeling of his mustache on your clit. Trying to work yourself up more you think about something else, maybe about how he fucked you on the back patio, him laying on the chaise while your hands hold onto the arms rests. His hips rutting into you while you hover over him.

As your hands reaches your clit like a flash of lightning there’s a brief imagine of Joel. when he was cleaning the gutters, it had been raining for weeks and it was so humid that when he came over within 10 minutes he had stripped himself of his flannel and under shirt. Standing on a ladder one leg bent the other straight as his hands were above his head, the humidity causing beads of sweat to trail down his tan broad arms and causing his gray wife beater to blacken. The whole scene made you rush back inside, heading into the kitchen to try to forget by making him fresh squeezed lemonade.

Your hand pulls away with guilt but theres a gush that comes from you, putting your hand back between your legs your fingers gather the arousal that pours out of you. Sitting up you grab your dildo from the bedside table and begin again. Tapping the head of it against your clit the teasing causing you to moan. One hand holds the dildo while the other spreads yourself back for the camera your fingers opening up into a ‘v’ as you rub the side of the dildo along your exposed cunt. Gathering your wetness so you can slip in the thick fake cock. The dildo has more girth than your husband. His dick was long but it just didn’t give you the stretch you wanted. Pushing the tip in you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you slowly push more in. A couple seconds pass and you can feel the toy bottom out inside you stretching you out perfectly while also lightly bushing against your cervix.

Slowly you begin to move it getting used to the stretch. To edge yourself on, your fingers go to your nipples tweaking and rubbing your arousal over them causing the air to hit the wetness sending a chill through you. Your hand goes for your neck lightly pressing yourself into the bed, then another flash of Joel with his thick hand wrapped around the whole bottle. it was tiny in his big ruggedly hands. There’s a loud moan that escapes your throat and your hand holding the dildo between your legs begins to thrust faster. Now you can’t help but think of him as the sound of your gushing cunt gets louder, it’s fucking pornographic. Another image of him and it’s when your husband surprised you with a hot tub and you found Joel in it when y’all came from your honeymoon. He was red with embarrassment even though he asked his son if he could use it. You remember him getting out, water dripping down his salt and pepper covered chest the heavy drops falling off his body and his swim trunks getting stuck to his big thighs, the outline of his cock was far bigger than your husbands.

A very loud moan comes from your mouth one last time and you’re looking between your legs at the arousal squirting out of you. Your head tosses back into the pillows as your hips go crazy bucking up and into the bed. Pulling the dildo out of you and winching at the emptiness you now feel. Your shame is coating the bed and running down your arm. you swing your legs that feel like noodles over the bed and head into the bathroom to wash off the thoughts of your very hot father in law.

———

There’s a bubbling nervousness in the pit of your stomach as you set up the scene. Camera set up on the tripod, the laundry room cleaned up to look like it’s never been used, and the pillow you set inside the dryer for you to bend over on. You decided to dress up for the part wearing a tight see through tank top, shorts that a too small your ass is hanging out no doubt but the real kicker is that you’re not wearing any underwear so when your bent inside the dryer they ride up causing your whole vagina to be exposed to camera view. Knee high socks and a pair of converse. it’s about 10 minutes to 12 so you decide to loosen up by smoking a little before your husband comes home for lunch.

Heading home baby see you soon!

Walker doesn’t work too far away so you finish up the joint you rolled and head back inside to your place in the dryer. You can hear his truck pull up, the engine dies and the driver door closes, your phones dings a couple more time but you don’t check it. Quickly you press record and get on your knees and head first into the dryer.

The front door opens and you begin.

“Help, I’m stuck!” You shout out before he could get out a hello causing his rushing footsteps to come past the dining room and into the laundry room. You can feel his presence behind you but what you didn’t expect is the catcall whistle that came with it.

“I got stuck in the dryer, please help me!” You plead with him wiggling your ass around, your hungry cunt wrapping itself around the crotch of your tight shorts. His hand comes down and slaps your ass hard you’re thrown off by the force he gives you but he must really like this idea since he suggested it. A deep growl comes from his throat and you can hear him getting on his knees right behind you.

“Just get me out please!” Pretending to plead with him. Walker usually talks but he’s quiet today you think nothing of it. He presses himself against you feeling the cold buckle on his belt on the back of your thighs. The roughness of his jeans as he grinds himself into you. You move forward slightly but his hands grab your hips holding you in place as he continues to grind into you.

One of your hands try to go for his belt behind you but he’s quick to slap it away. He leans back on his knees and pushes you more into the dryer ass hiked up higher. He begins to pull your shorts down to your knees and slowly trails his fingers back up your exposed legs back to your ache between your legs. “If you’re going to eat me out move the camera closer.” Breaking character for a moment you tell him and then you hear shuffling and then the sound of your tripod being picked up and set closer to the dryer.

His left hand spreading your cheeks apart the other has his finger ghosting lightly over your entrance. Suddenly there’s a harsh feeling of Walker spitting right where his finger begs to be. His middle finger pushes inside and begins twirling around inside of you. The sound of wetness and his finger pushing deep into you makes you moan out loud the echo of it escaping the dryer. Still having your cheeks spread he adds another finger this time, his ring finger. The force his hand is giving you gets faster and faster then he starts to make a come here motion with his fingers. The stretch of his two fingers alone have you white knuckling the pillow. Then his lips press a light but wet kiss to the other hole that’s getting no attention. The feeling of his mustache right on you pubic bone makes you giggle a little then his lips lower and you can feel the prickly sides of his cheeks against you. He forgot to shave this morning. You like when Walker lets his little facial hair grow out. His beard is patchy just like his fathers but you love the look. His fingers curve inside of you again and suddenly you’re about to cum.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close!” Panting out. The force from his hand gets faster and harder causing your body to shake as he begins to pound his hand into you. One of your hands goes behind you to grab his wrist. His other hand grabs your arm and holds you tightly there as your body begins to convulse violently. With your hand back behind you, you can feel your orgasm approach, well you can definitely feel it. You start squirting again the feeling of your orgasm shooting at walkers clothes. He’ll have to change before he can leave. Your arm still being held in place while his other hand begins to grab at his belt buckle. The sound of the zipper going down, then his tip slides right between your folds. Back arches from the contact you want more.

“Please fuck me.” You beg, ass wiggling around trying to find his dick so it can just slip right in but he stops you with his big hand giving each of your cheeks a few slaps. Your free hand goes behind you to stop the spanking but he’s quick to grab it and hold it with your other hand. You can feel his bare dick twitch behind you, just dying to be inside of you like a compass pointing right into your cunt. Before he pushes himself inside of you his fingers grab at the wedding ring right on your finger sliding it off and hearing the metal hit the top of the dryer. Confused but you decide to not ruin the moment with a simple question.

His fingers grab at his base to straighten his cock out and almost immediately upon penetration you know this isn’t Walker. Your head turns slightly to look behind you and you can see the recognizable green flannel that belongs to your father in law, lower part of it soaked with your arousal. His big broad hand holding both your arms back, veins poking out of his flushed red neck. His bottom lip sits between his teeth, his eyes catching you staring right at him.

“Poor little housewife, begging for her father in laws cock.” As much as you want to push him away, scream, fight, and cry for your husband your eyes just roll right back as he bottoms out inside of you. He’s the perfect size, the perfect girth, he’s perfect right inside of you and he knows it too. His free hand goes for the tripod taking the camera right off and moving it closer to his dick that’s moving slowly all the way out then slowly all the way back in.

Your mind isn’t thinking about where your husband is or how he might be standing at the door watching the whole scene happen before him instead you’re thinking about every vein you can feel on his cock, how stuffed you feel, how his balls slap right up against you, the mound of black and white pubic hair he has and how ticklish it feels grinding against you. The whole situation is fucked, how can you even go back to your husbands skinny dick? How can you ever look in your father in law in the eye after this? There’s a hard slap at your ass followed by Joel’s hand grabbing the skin at your hips.

“Such a good little slut.”

The coil in your lower stomach feels hot to the touch, your body smushed into the dryer the metal indenting into your skin. Your knees get closer together causing your pussy’s grip on Joel to get tighter around him. His hand lets go of both of yours as his thrusts get sloppier, he’s going to cum inside of you.

“Uh uh baby, you’re gon’ take this and you’re gon’ love it.” Both your hands try to push yourself out the dryer but joel just raises one of his legs to kneel beside you blocking your body from moving anymore from him. As much as you don’t want this your hand can’t help but wonder to your clit. Joel’s notices this and puts his hand over yours, your two small fingers and his two big ones rubbing all over your clit. The pressure is so much that you squirt again, your climax is grotesquely satisfying, tears begin to flow out your eyes as Joel moans very loudly, he sounds like he hasn’t had an orgasm in years and you just let the beast out the cage.

Following your release Joel gives you one last thrust practically shoving his cock inside your cervix, spraying hot cum all inside of you it feels like you’re full, so full of Joel’s cum. Body shaking around him milking him of everything he can give you. His thrusts get slower but you’re pressing back into him hard just chasing the high of being stretched full. His hand that’s still on yours slaps your clit and you’re coming again in an instant. He laughs at your desperate body as he looks down at his cock to see the white ring on cream sitting around base of him. Slowly he pulls out, his body goes limp and he lays against the washer right beside you.

Finally out the dryer you catch your breath and look at the red light blinking on your camera. You stop it the video and it saves it. A big part of you wants to delete this and curse at Joel for taking advantage of you like that, a small sluttier piece of you wants to watch it again while you suck joel clean. You just set the camera to the side, not deleting it yet. You and Joel just look each other in the eye while he begins to put his dirty dick back in his pants. he zips up and then gets up groaning like the old man he is in the process.

“You better get cleaned up, don’t want my boy to see his slut wife with his dads cum in her.” You sit on the floor at his feet just watching him grab his bag of tools and leave. Your phone dings and you wonder if it’s Walker telling you to move out cause he saw the whole scene.

Got fucking pulled over I was too excited to head home and fuck you! :(((

Just gonna head back to work :( hungry and horny see you tonight baby

While you look at those texts, one pops up sent 30 minutes ago from Joel

Hey darling I’m gonna head over and check out that dryer for ya, see you soon!

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fandomfluffandfuck · 7 months

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just want to preface that i am overcome with horny thots abt seb getting his teeth checked out, fingers getting all over that lil snaggletooth he has, pulling out his plump lip that seb likes to bite when he's self-conscious abt them... just wanna shove some digits in there, keep his mouth open and drooling y'know? 🥵

[Link] to a gif of a guy standing there, having his teeth/gums examined by someone else. You can't see the other person, just their hand and forearm coming into the gif.

I 👏🏻 love 👏🏻 this 👏🏻 idea 👏🏻

Suddenly, I am struck with an AU idea... Chris' dad is a dentist, yeah? Sebastian has an oral fixation, yes? Sebastian's had his teeth fixed... you see where I'm going with this, huh?

I'm not taking requests right now, but I couldn't help myself... 👀

Sebastian moves to a new area, his old dentist retires, his usual denist doesn't specialize in teeth aesthetics (straightening, whitening, etc.), or whatever you want to imagine happens happens. But, either way, Sebastian is in need of a new dentist. So. Enter Chris Evans.

Dentist Chris Evans.

The most fucking handsome man Sebastian has ever fucking seen. Let alone the most handsome dentist he's ever laid eyes on. It makes Sebastian's appointment the best, worst experience of his life. The dental hygienist was lovely, lively, and happy; talking to him as if their hands weren't in his mouth and he could actually respond. The usual in a positive way. But this...

This man standing in front of him is not the usual.

He knocks on the separating wall between this little dental area and the next, asking the hygienist, "you ready for me?"

They hum, "yup, just one second," finishing up.

And Sebastian gets exactly half a second to panic before the dentist--Chris, the hottest man he's ever seen in his life--sits down on the stool the hygienist was just sitting in. Close enough to touch. Jesus. He's gonna touch him.

God.

Not like that.

But--

In his dreams.

Sebastian tries to hide his shiver, je can't entirely. But, either way, if he notices or not, Chris is just as friendly and lively, maybe even more so, introducing himself as "Chris" rather than "Mr. Evans" or "doctor of dentistry Evans" or anything reasonable. Just his first name. It's a good name. He's so fucking handsome that Sebastian is happy he can't gurgle out any sort of response, as excused by his hands in his mouth.

His... very, very large hands.

Thick fingers.

Long fingers.

Wide palms.

Biiiig hands.

Big but gentle as he examines his mouth and the hygienist's work.

Sebastian can't open his mouth wide enough, and Chris' hands are too large for his tongue not to rest against some part of his hand as the exam stretches on. Sebastian feels strangely embarrassed about it. He doesn't want to--

He does want to lick his hand.

But he shouldn't be!

It's harassment!

He shouldn't be licking his new fucking dentist's hands!

Sebastian is shaken out of his gay panic by Chris' equally handsome voice, "you bite your lips a lot?" He searches through the little tray of tools at his side. Rustling around.

"Uh," Sebastian flounders, "yes? How did you--should I, should I not? Am I being," he coughs, "doing. Am I doing something b--" Seb cuts himself off before he says 'bad.' He. No. He doesn't need to think about being bad or good right now. Not right now when he's on his back, and he couldn't possibly hide--

No.

Especially not in these pants.

Shit.

"Your lips are very red," Chris explains, shrugging one shoulder and finally selecting another little tool.

"Oh." Sebastian swears he sees the dentist's blue eyes dark down to his lips, getting stuck there, and swallowing thickly. Seb has to restrain from biting his bottom lip again now. "Okay?"

"Try not to," Chris teases, drumming his fingers against his shoulder. Friendly. "You wouldn't wanna hurt yourself."

Sebastian feels himself flush hot. He's being friendly. It's endearing. This is a good, happy atmosphere. Any undertone in his smooth, deep voice is a projection from Sebastian.

This is his job.

This is his job, Sebastian reminds himself. His propensity for handsome men, big and tall, and their commanding voices and imposing looks and slipping their fingers (and other things) in his mouth should not be brought into this place of professionalism.

Fuck.

"Open for me?" Chris interrupts his thoughts again. Good fucking thing.

Thoughtlessly, Sebastian obeys.

"Hm..." Chris' eyebrows pull together behind the frames of his glasses, "a little wider." He waits for Sebastian to obey listen. "Good. Thank you."

Sebastian burns hotter.

He closes his eyes for a blink but ends up someonewhere else. He's not laid back on a dentist's chair. He's laid back on a bed with his head hanging off the edge of the mattress, mouth open for inspecting, possessive fingers testing his gag reflex and admiring his pink, wet tongue and the velvet-soft insides of his cheeks before sliding his cock in. In his mouth. Down his throat. Choking him. Making him cry.

Fuck.

Sebastian tries to swallow the excess saliva suddenly pooling in his mouth with his mouth wide open, Chris' hand still in his mouth. He chokes. Chris backs off and pats his shoulder, dimly telling him to take his time and apologizing while Seb turns redder and redder and boils alive in his heated embarrassment.

Once his coughing fit is over from his actual drool going down the wrong pipe, Chris tells him, "you have really nice teeth, by the way. Can I ask why you're here interested in straightening. That was it, right? Sorry, I only briefly got to look over your chart."

"Uh, it's okay. Th-thanks," Sebastian is apparently not going to stop blushing any time soon. "They're crooked, though."

Chris shrugs, "nothing wrong with crooked teeth unless they're causing you pain." He looks around conspiratorial, when he finds that the dentail hygienist has made themself scarce, he whispers, "I'm not supposed to say it, but I happen to think crooked teeth are cute."

Is--

Is he being hit on?

Sebastian nearly squeaks as he says, "really!?"

"Yeah," Chris offers easily, "they've got character."

They look at each other for a moment. Sebastian is... captivated. He's so goddamn attractive.

"Yours aren't hurting you, right?"

He totally is hitting on him. He has to be! Yours as in your cute crooked teeth! Right!?

"No?" Sebastian should know he's not hurting because of his teeth, but he can't help but cower wonderfully under his authority. So, it comes out as a question.

"That's great!" Chris says, "oo, what's the story then?"

"I, uh," Seb stutters, "I'm on camera a lot."

Chris raises an eyebrow, a mischievous look in his eyes, "camera, huh?"

Sebastian covers his face with his hand, he's blushing so hard that he's melting in this fucking dentist chair. This is how he dies. "I'm an actor," he clarifies. Or. No. That makes it worse. "Not that kind of actor," he says in a rush.

Chris laughs with him, pleasant. "Well," he shrugs, "you never know with the characters we get around here."

There's an undertone with how his gaze lingers on Sebastian... like maybe Chris thinks he has the looks of someone who's on camera in that way. That kind of actor. A porn actor. Sebastian is flustered but not really because flustered is an understatement.

"So," Chris goes back to his examination, "actor, huh?" Sebastian struggles to make any sort of affirmative sound. He's struggling to breathe. He's struggling not to take the familiar sensations of fingers in his mouth and suck. Chris is so handsome, and he keeps touching him. Right now, he's dragging his fingertips over Sebastian's gums under his top lip, "I assume you'll be interested in whiting, too? Not that you need it."

Sebastian barely nods.

"Actor..." Chris murmurs to himself, "I'd ask you what I've maybe seen you in, but I don't think I've seen you in anything. I don't want a ton of TV or movies and--"

Sebastian must imagine the feeling because he, he swears he can feel Chris stroke his index finger down the inside of his cheek.

Oh, God.

"I would've remembered a face like yours."

Oh. God.

Sebastian is absolutely hallucinating sensations. Chris did not--he did not press two fingers down in the flat of his tongue.

Unless--

Sebastian makes a mortifying, mortifying sound. A little whimper.

"I think..." Chris pulls his fingers from his mouth, a string of saliva connecting Sebastian to the blue latex over his thick fingers. He removes them with a sharp snap, snap, exposing his veined, wide hands with just the appropriate amount of hair. How is there an appropriate amount of body hair?

What?

"I think the plan for you will be to come back in and see my colleague so he can set you up with invisalign and a few whiting sessions. Nothing major."

"Y-your colleague?" Sebastian stutters, he should sit up, but he's not--

He feels like he's spinning. He's maybe, maybe not hallucinating being hit on. So--

"Yeah. I," is it his imagination, or is Chris blushing? "I would rather not see you professionally again--"

Professionally?

"--Because, and I'm sorry if this is presumptuous, but I would rather see you somewhere more casual, maybe a coffee shop? Maybe dinner?"

"Um," Sebastian thought he was blushing before, it doesn't hold a candle to whatever the fuck redness must be staining his cheeks now, "anything?"

Chris grins, wide, "perfect."

Sebastian can't help but match his dopey expression.

So, Sebastian goes home with the number of very, very attractive dentist and a place and time for their first date. However, he so doesn't go home and fist himself desperately, on his knees, next to his bed like he's praying before he goes to bed, mouth wide open, moaning, imagining Chris' touch slipping between his lips, fingers warm and slick but much less gentle and definitely not covering with the thin, thin barrier of latex. Seb doesn't want anything between them.

Seb wants to taste Chris on his tongue. He wants him to hold his jaw in those big, hands. He wants to know every curve and crease of his hands. He wants to feel him curl his fingers and tug on his teeth. He wants him to stroke the inside of his cheeks. To circle his lips, tugging at them. To press into his gums. To press down on his tongue. To gag him. To choke him. To make him drool. To try to make one of those huge hands fold into a fist inside his mouth, stretching his lips, forcing tears from his eyes, and making him shake with pleasure. He loves having his mouth full. And he has the feeling that Chris' hands are not the only thing that would stretch his lips, make him choke, and open his jaw wiiide.

Guh.

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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 years

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Like fireworks on the Fourth of July

AN: The lovely @krissy25 sent me a Thot about DBF Steve. I’m still gonna write that, but this sorta happened too.

Beta’d by @sgt-seabass

Moodboard by me

Divider by @firefly-graphics

EDIT: Now part of a series - find the rest here

Pairing: DBF Steve Rogers x inexperienced (but not virgin) reader (Babydoll).

WC: 3.4k

CW: Age gap (Steve early 40’s, Reader early 20’s) almost Soft Dark Steve, power imbalance, tender smut, grinding, oral (F receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected Pin V sex (reader on BC), implied cum eating, pet names.

Why were you even doing this? It was just so weird.

Because he’s hot, your brain supplied, and you tried desperately to quieten the treacherous voice.

It was the Fourth of July, a day of national celebration, but also your dad’s best friend’s birthday.

Steve Rogers.

You couldn’t help the little sigh you made when you thought about the man. Your dad had made friends with him, down the VA, when you were 16. You’d thought him handsome then - far too young and good looking to be a friend of your dad’s. But now, more than five years later, with the grey creeping into his hair, you thought him the most magnificent male specimen ever to grace the earth.

The way he acted, the way he held himself - the boys you knew at college could never compare, and it wasn’t as though you hadn’t tried, but they just didn’t cut it. They couldn’t satisfy you the way you imagined Steve could.

And now, here you were, pulling up outside his house in your battered car, back home for the summer. As to why you were there, well, ever since your Dad and Steve became friends, he’d invited the younger man to join your family for the Fourth of July celebrations. He’d pick him up and take him with you all to the local display. Your mum always packed a cake just for him, and insisted you all sing ‘Happy Birthday’ just before the fireworks started.

However, this year was different; both your parents had the ‘flu, but your mother had insisted that you continue the tradition.

“It’s sad that Steve has never settled down, because he’s got no-one but us to spend his birthday with. You know he doesn’t have any family left, so you have to go and take him to the display. Just pick up a smaller cake at the store.”

You shook your head to yourself as you put the car into park. You really should’ve said no, used the excuse that Steve wouldn’t want to spend the evening with just you; he’s your dad’s friend, not yours. Still, here you were.

As you got out of the car you smoothed down your sundress, watching the full skirt swish around your knees. Then, taking a deep breath, and hoping that you could keep your body under control, you strode up the path to Steve’s front door and rapped on it sharply.

There were a few moments of silence before you heard him padding towards the door. You schooled your face into a smile, but as the door opened you feared it had morphed into a rictus grin as you took in the sight in front of you. Steve stood inside the door, blue jeans moulded to his lower body, but with the fly button still undone, an open flannel shirt exposing most of his wonderfully broad chest, and he had a towel half up to his head, where he’d obviously been drying his hair after a shower.

“Hi!”

Your greeting came out as a strangled squeak, and for some reason you also raised your hand, as though he hadn’t seen you. A wave of embarrassment crashed through you as Steve smiled down, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He leant his massive body against the door frame, and something so nonchalant should not have been so sexy.

“Hey there. I wasn’t expecting you. I thought your parents were sick?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, only to feel it being batted around by the butterflies in your stomach. He was so big.

“Um, they are, but they didn’t want you to be alone on your birthday, and said I should still come. I can drive us to the park, so you can still have a celebratory beer or two. I’ve even got cake in the car.”

Steve’s lips twitched as he looked at you.

“Is that so?” Arms still crossed, he pushed himself away from the door, and stood to the side to allow you to pass. “I’m not really ready to go out yet, so you’d best come in.”

You tried not to let your nerves show. You’d only been inside Steve’s house a few times over the past, but each of those had been with your Dad, and all you’d done is stand in his hallway and wait for the pair of them to do whatever it was they needed to do before heading out.

Desperately coaching your features into what you hoped was an expression of nonchalance, you stepped forward. As you brushed past Steve, you couldn’t help but become slightly intoxicated with his fresh, clean scent and it took all your willpower not to scent him like a cat. He gestured to your left and a room, which you took to be the living room. He followed you in and his voice, when it sounded in your ear, made you jerk in surprise at its closeness.

“Take a seat and I’ll be back with you in a moment.”

Your eyes followed his retreating form, taking in the broadness of his shoulders and the ridiculous relative slimness of his waist. And that ass! You’d never really thought about men’s backsides before, but Steve’s - phew-ee - it made you wanna sink your teeth into it.

Although he’d bidden you to sit, you felt too agitated and keyed-up. Instead you made a slow circuit of the room, taking in the decor, the pictures, the books. Everything screamed ‘Steve’ at you, from the dark wood and red leather desk furniture, to the books on military history (ancient and modern), both then juxtaposed by the massive TV, set up with what looked like a sinfully comfortable couch opposite it. You trailed your fingers along the edges of the bookcase and then the exposed brickwork of the wall.

“Does it pass muster?”

You jumped and whirled around, hand to your chest and heart in your throat.

Steve looked at you, hands up in a way that made it look like he was trying to calm a skittish horse.

“Sorry, babydoll. Didn’t mean to scare you. It just looked like you were inspecting for dust.”

That had always been his nickname for you, and it did something to you each time he said it. You were sad to see that his shirt and jeans were now properly fastened, but you supposed he wasn’t going to go out in public dressed otherwise. The thought of other girls, other women looking at him and thinking the same thoughts as you brought out a possessiveness in you, even though you could never act on it.

Gracefully, he moved across the space, but just before he reached you, just as you were about to choke on your own indrawn breath, he moved seamlessly to the couch.

“Let’s sit and catch up a bit in the relative quiet, before we have to deal with hordes of other folk.”

Smiling shyly, you moved towards the other end of the couch, trying to perch delicately on the cushions, but finding yourself sinking into their plush softness. You let out a small noise of surprise as you tried to rebalance yourself and Steve chuckled.

“So, your Dad tells me it’s the final year of college for you next year, yeah?”

“Um, yeah. I’m home for the summer and then this time next year I’ll have to be looking for a job.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine, smart thing like you. Although what surprises me is that you’ve never brought a boyfriend home. Thought they’d be all round you like flies round honey.”

You snorted and a look of disdain crossed your face.

“When was the last time you were around any college guys, Steve. They’re all pigs. I’m not wasting my time on them.”

He chuckled at your response and smiled, but there was an edge to it, a hint of danger.

“And who would you spend your time on, huh?”

You were hypnotised by his gaze, and you didn’t notice him drawing closer until he was right there, his muscular arms caging you in on the sofa. Your voice caught in your throat and you could feel your eyes go wide.

“Tell me, babydoll. Are you saying you want someone older? Someone who knows how to please a woman?”

Steve’s voice was deep, the timbre of it vibrating through your chest and you could feel yourself getting aroused. His nose was almost brushing up against yours; you were breathing in the same air as him.

“I’ve seen how you look at me when you think no-one’s watching. Seen the hunger in your eyes, the way you squeeze your thighs together to get a modicum of relief.”

A small moan slipped from your lips and your eyes fluttered.

“Steve…” You weren’t even sure if you were questioning or begging. He shifted closer, his knee wedging between your thighs, and his cheek brushing against yours as he continued to whisper into your ear.

“You think of me when you touch yourself, don’t you? Imagine your fingers are mine, stretching you, filling you…”

Your fingers gripped the cushion you were sitting on painfully, and you whimpered.

“But it still doesn’t satisfy you, does it? How about I show you, babydoll? Give you the pleasure you’ve been desiring for years? Would you want that?”

His hand left the side of the sofa where he’d been barricading you and, ever so gently, brushed down the side of your body, before settling on your hip. His fingers squeezed into your flesh, his grip firm and possessive.

“I’ve watched you too. Watched you grow up and flourish into a beautiful young woman. Watched as you teased me with your swim suits and your barely there outfits. Watched all those pathetic boys try to chat you up and catch your attention. But you’re mine, aren’t you? You’ve always been mine, babydoll…”

Your resolve snapped, and you turned your head, closing the scant inch of distance between your faces, and kissed him hard. Your hands flew up, curling into the soft fabric of his shirt instead, anchoring you to him.

The kiss quickly turned heated, Steve’s lips pushing your own open, his tongue invading your mouth. He growled, a primal sound that went straight to your pussy, and his arms wrapped around you as he leaned back, easily man-handling you to straddle his lap. Steve’shands slipped up under the floaty material of your dress, palming your thighs before sliding to grab your ass, encouraging you to grind on him.

“Yeah, babydoll. Feel what you do to me. All those evenings having dinner with you and your parents, the summer afternoon cookouts - I’d have to come home and touch myself, imagining you riding me, imagine all the sweet noises you’d make for me.”

You mewled, as if on cue, your clit throbbing in your panties as you rubbed it over Steve’s clothed erection. He moaned in response and surged to his feet, easily lifting you with him and you wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms moving to hold onto his shoulders.

“You want this, sweet-stuff? Want me to ruin you for any other man?”

“Steve… yes, please. I need you.”

He smiled against your lips as he carried you upstairs.

Steve’s bedroom was bathed in the golden light of the setting sun as he pushed the door open with his shoulder, and the two of you fell down onto the bed. His mouth trailed down your neck, sucking marks over your clavicle. His fingers worked the buttons down the front of your dress and the random thought of how surprisingly dexterous his fingers were ran through your brain, but you were pulled back to the moment as Steve’s lips continued their blissful assault down your body.

He kissed and licked and bit across the swell of your breasts, before sucking on each nipple in turn where they pushed up against the lace of your bra. You felt bereft as he left them and continued his downward movement. All of your dress buttons were undone now and Steve pushed the fabric fully apart. His lips mapped their way over the softness of your stomach and across your lower abdomen. He looked up at you through his lashes, his gaze heated, his eyes dark with lust.

“I wanna taste you, babydoll. Gotta know how sweet you are.”

His fingers curled into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your legs and you kicked them away, along with your pumps. Receiving oral sex had never really been satisfying for you before, but you had a feeling that Steve knew what he was doing. You heard him draw in his breath as he looked down at you.

“You’re so pretty, sweetheart. Fuck.”

He kissed your inner thighs as he pressed them up and apart with his hands, spreading you wide, and open to his leering stare. He then looked up at you again, his eyes boring into yours as he smirked and then lowered his mouth. The fingers of one of your hands curled into the comforter on his bed, whilst the fingers of the other gripped Steve’s hair, as he licked and feasted on you. His hands were on your hips, stopping you from squirming, keeping you attached to him.

His tongue dove into your channel and your eyes rolled back in your head. His nose pressed against your clit, providing pressure you didn’t know you needed. Moans and whimpers of pleasure left your mouth and you could feel your orgasm building.

The thought that it was going to be Steve who was going to give you the first orgasm you hadn’t given yourself, somehow heightened your arousal. You couldn’t believe how turned on, how wet, you were. Steve moved his mouth so he could suck your swollen clit into his mouth, and he pressed two fingers into your soaked pussy. You wailed as you came, the pleasure lancing through you like a lighting bolt. Steve suckled gently on you, his fingers slowly pumping until you lightly pushed his head away and tried to wriggle out of his grasp.

“Fuck!”

You could barely speak, but managed to force out the expletive. Steve chuckled as he moved back up your lax body, face glistening and he kissed you hard, making you taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

You both scrabbled to remove your bra and dress along with Steve’s shirt and jeans. Your hands roamed across his chest, squeezing his pecs before travelling down to feel his abs. He grinned at you and the front lock of his hair came out of its normal rigid coiffure to flop over his forehead, giving him a younger, boyish look.

“I could listen to those cries for the rest of my life, babydoll. So fucking beautiful when you cum. I wanna see it again. I wanna fuck you, make you cum on my cock.”

He ground his hips over yours, his erection pressing against your thigh through his boxer briefs.

“You on birth control? I promise you I’m clean. Just wanna feel you, wanna see you leaking my cum.”

You bit your lip to stifle your moan, and nodded your head.

“I’m on the pill. Fuck me, please, Steve. I need it. I need you!”

He kissed you hard as the pair of you got rid of his briefs, the last piece of fabric separating you. Your hand immediately moved to take hold of him; you’d been dreaming of it for so long. You gasped when you felt its girth and glanced down to look, finding it hard to swallow when you took in the sheer size of him.

“Ummm…”

“Don’t worry, it’ll fit. You’re so wet, and I know what I’m doing. It’ll feel so good, trust me.”

“I do trust you, Steve.”

“I’m glad.”

His next kiss was slow and deep as he slotted his cock against your pussy lips, rubbing his length up and down your slit, coating it in your previous release. One of his hands found one of your breasts, massaging it and playing with your nipple as you writhed beneath him. He smiled against you, and abandoned your breast for a moment so he could guide himself to your entrance. The bulbous tip of his cock caught and then started to push into you.

The air was pushed from your lungs and you felt yourself stretched wide, the sensation burning slightly. Your previous, unsatisfactory encounters with boys your own age had in no way prepared you for this. You couldn’t stifle the small noise of discomfort.

“Shh, shh, babydoll. Just relax.”

Steve dropped his head and took your nipple in his mouth, teasing the small nub with his tongue. Your fingers buried in his hair to hold him there and he rocked his hips into you, slowly carving a space for himself inside you. When his thighs finally pressed up against the back of yours, he pulled his head back up.

“There we go. Told ya it would fit.”

He stirred his hips and you felt jolts of pleasure spark deep inside you.

“Steve, please!”

“I got you. I got you, sweet stuff.”

He moved his hips languidly, almost completely leaving the tight embrace of your pussy, before pushing all the way back in, forcing another cry, but this time of pleasure, from you as your fingers dug into his shoulder blades. With each stroke, he increased his pace, and he’d seemed to have found a spot inside you that made you dizzy every time his cock rubbed over it.

“Oh, god!”

“Mmmm, gripping me so good. You like this, babydoll? You like how this older man can make you feel good?”

You whined and nodded, your lower lip pulled between your teeth and your eyes screwed shut.

Neither of you had really noticed the darkness falling outside, until you were both startled by several loud bangs followed by a crackling sound and a burst of colour brightening the room through the windows.

“Seems we have a firework accompaniment,” Steve drawled, as he halted momentarily. You chuckled and then ducked your head against his shoulder as he started moving again. The pleasure inside you was mounting, and you bucked your hips up to meet his thrusts.

“Touch yourself, babydoll. Need to feel you cumming on me.”

He kissed you as you slid your hand down between you, to where you were joined. Your folds were soaked with your arousal, your clit swollen and standing proud. You started to rub over it in quick circles and your whole body felt electrified.

The fireworks continued to sound outside, the different colours invading your and Steve’s private space, casting different shadows over the pair of you. You moaned and squeaked into Steve’s mouth as you neared your peak, and you knew that this orgasm was going to be the most intense you’d ever had.

When it arrived, it did so almost unexpectedly- one moment you were still climbing, and the next you were falling over the edge, almost screaming into Steve’s mouth as you convulsed, as if 200 volts were passing through you.

The display continued to explode loudly outside, lighting up the whole sky in a cacophony of colours and Steve groaned in your ear, his hips faltering as he found his own end inside you.

For a minute or two the pair of you lay there, breathing heavily, limbs wrapped around each other. The fireworks continued, and you watched the coloured sparkles with unfocused eyes.

You’d just slept with Steve. Been fucked to within an inch of your life by your dad’s best friend. And on his birthday, no less. It all seemed so absurd.

You started to giggle and Steve turned his head to look at you.

“What’s so funny, babydoll?”

You grinned at him, before bursting into song:

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear Steve! Happy birthday to you!”

He laughed back, peppering your cheeks, nose and eyelids with sweet kisses.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect. But as it is my birthday, I get to lick the frosting off my cake, don’t I?”

You pushed yourself up, intending to slip your clothes back on; you were starting to feel a bit self conscious.

“Oh, yes, there’s cake in the car, I’d best go -“

Steve pushed you back down, making a tutting sound, before sliding down the bed to lay in between your thighs again.

“I got all I wanna eat, right here, sweetheart. Now lie back and let me enjoy my birthday dessert…”

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amiharana · 1 year

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Link is peak older brother energy I feel that is essential to his character. But the odd thing is that he's equally likely to be evil to his sister or the Perfect Role Model (he seems to be good with kids in botw too) and I think that entirely depends on how big the age gap between him and his sister is (bc link probably matured way too fast after he pulled the sword, not that he had no morals before but any mischievousness disappeared after that)

But either way can you imagine being links sister whether you're close or not like😭 And your brother is literally the divinely chosen champion of your nation. how do you live up to that i know those family dinners were tense. Links dad is out here like so proud of my son who just bested a swordsman many years his senior to become the sovereign royal princess' head chosen guard. and also my daughter for getting a C+ in her sheikah basic history exam. 🙂

What do you think revalis family situation is like. Because I have no clue but I know that guy must have Issues

anon i'm so sorry it took so long to answer this but i've been excited about this question since i saw it in my inbox. the "my daughter getting a c+ in sheikah history" bit had me rolling like here's my kid who is prophesied to save the world vs. my kid who gets into fights with cuccos. giving very much gay son or thot daughter

you're absolutely correct that link is very much Older Brother, but because pulling the master sword made him mature too fast and bear the burdens of the world as its adolescent savior, he's an Eldest Daughter by default (more under the keep-reading because i failed again in making this short)

i honestly like both ideas of link's little sister either adoring him and looking up to him like a role model, or despising him and spitting at him every time they saw each other, but it would depend a lot on whether or not link's parents splitting was amicable or not. my original headcanon kind of implied that after link's parents split, they never saw each other ever again because link and his dad were at hyrule castle and link's mother and sister stayed in hateno, but it would be cool if link's parents shared custody and had each kid go travel to see their other parent and sibling lol. i think that link would definitely write letters to his mother and sister, even if they resented him.

from here i'm just gonna refer to link's little sister as aryll until i solidify her character (i'm stuck between two names for her right now) and because it's just easier LOL but the idea of aryll being like a teeny baby 5-6 years younger than link who thinks her big brother is so cool and wants to become a knight just like him, carrying around fake wooden swords with her, wearing an oversized soldier's helm, and telling her mother like "i'll protect you, mama!" is so cute. vs. aryll being a year or two younger and resenting link for being better at everything than her and how no one seems to acknowledge her accomplishments when link's cast a tall shadow over hers. aryll, who does everything to prove that she's just as good of a fighter as her brother is, but her father still brushes her aside for link.

i think the reaction that either version of aryll would have if link slowly went quiet and stopped sending letters or coming to see her after pulling the master sword would be devastating. for teeny baby adoring aryll, she would wonder why link hasn't sent any letters recently and rationalizes it as being busy with being the champion now. as time goes by, link doesn't send any more letters at all and he doesn't ever visit despite there being sightings of the hylian champion everywhere but the necluda region and aryll would slowly become heartbroken and distraught that her big brother isn't talking to her anymore, that he seems to have forgotten about her.

but for resentful aryll, it further proves that link never cared about her and her mother at all and that all he cares about is prestige and status and fulfilling his stupid destiny as the wielder of the sword that seals the darkness (she rereads link's old letters in the middle of the night with nothing but a tiny flame, and cries silently wondering if things would be different if their parents never split or if link was never chosen as a champion).

sorry i made it sad LMAO but yes it would be funny if they still had family dinners with their father being like "today, link bested five men in hand-to-hand combat all at once, fought off ten monster hordes alone, and deflected a guardian beam with a pot lid saving someone's life! how did your day fare, aryll?" and aryll is just like. i fell off my horse shooting 20 bullseyes during practice. their father is just like Hm. That's nice. Your brother can do 50 while standing on Epona's back. cue aryll staring murderously at link, meanwhile link does not give a single shit about this conversation, he's busy shoving his face full of the food that aryll cooked because aryll is a good cook :)

it's would be such a funny perspective, aryll plotting to murder link in his sleep vs. link who is oblivious to aryll's resentment and still thinks that's his little sister who fights well and cooks a great meal. now i'm thinking about link and aryll who used to cook dinners together and learned how to cook from their mother... :(

now revali, my poor dear sweet revali... i've seen a couple fics here and there that mention revali's family situation, but i personally am in favor of the idea that revali was either abandoned or orphaned as a fledgling, and was raised by the elder and the whole of rito village in general. since nintendo gives us no indication of revali's family but implies that revali is around the same age as link, zelda, and mipha as per urbosa's diary, there's a lot of potential and flexibility with this idea.

if revali was abandoned, i think the rito would shun his parents because i like the idea that family and bonds are very important in their culture, and what kind of parents would abandon their baby like that? who even knows why revali's parents would do that but i think there are still no indications of revali's family in age of calamity, so perhaps they fled the village when revali was born and abandoned his egg in the nest. fuck them fr! this could be a good explanation for his motivation as to why he pushes himself so hard to be better as per the DLC champion revali's song memory. his parents didn't want him enough to keep him and even fled the entire village so that they wouldn't be held responsible to care for him anymore, and that stings. it would be a deep-seated insecurity for revali, a sense of betrayal, loss, and desperation to be loved, to be wanted by someone. so he trains to be better, he pushes himself until he collapses, because if his parents didn't want him as he was, then maybe no one else will.

now if revali was orphaned, i would assume that both his parents were revered, formidable warriors who died in battle but most importantly, that they did love and want revali. revali might have already been hatched at this time and present at his parents' funerals, which is actually the saddest thing ever. a tiny orphaned little hatchling who being the one to send his parents off, to honor them for dying a warrior's death. it might be a good origin story and another really good motivation behind revali's character, why he pushes himself so hard to be better. do you think baby revali thought it was his fault that his parents died in battle, that he wasn't strong enough to protect them and that's why he needs to be the strongest warrior there ever was among the rito to make sure he can protect the people he cares and loves for the most? now imagine this version of revali cradling a dying link in his arms lmao

both are good backgrounds for revali but i think at the moment i'm leaning towards the orphaned storyline. it's only thing to be unloved and unwanted, but to know you were loved and wanted but to lose those people so soon is incredibly tragic. to know those people for a short window of time and lose them so soon must tear revali apart everyday. do you think he sits alone in the flight range in the quiet of the night after hours of training, trying desperately to remember his father and mother's faces, how they must have felt to see their son hatch, how they thought they would return home safely to him that day? he's loved and respected by the village and the elder treats him as their own, but it's not the same as knowing you had a mother and father who wanted you as their own too. he's honestly also the village's biggest tragedy. i'm imagining him as a fledgling, fresh out of the funeral, walking past some rito mothers cooking meals for their kids or some shit, openly talking about how tragic it was to lose some of their best warriors and to leave behind a son in their wake. it's too much for baby revali and he runs down the platforms of rito village and hides in a tree in one of the island spires connecting the village to the mainland, crying his eyes out.

my poor blorbo revali, please treat him and link kindly everyone. they're always going through some shit whether it's family trauma or their weird gay courting 😔

#loz #botw #loz botw #legend of zelda #amihan's botwverse #amihan's headcanons #ask #this post is so long i'm sorry it took so long again anon #should i do a post going in depth about my headcanons on link and revali's families respectively?#like fleshing them out as characters?#i might. don't hold me to it but i might.#i really liked this ask a lot genuinely #i started doodling what i think “aryll” would look like #i haven't decided yet but i might try to do an actual drawing idk #the two names i'm stuck between for her are “talei” and “miran”#i searched up 'baby names that mean precious' and those were the two i liked #technically miran is also marvelous in latin? but the 'boy' name meant precious in russian or something #idc i like both names #anyways revali is lowkey an inverse parallel to naruto idk #like naruto also lost his parents in a tragic way #and was meant to be revered and treated with respect because he was a symbol of the sacrifice his parents made to save the village #but the village treated him like a monster for having the demon inside of him and ostracized him #revali is the inverse of that #revali and link but they're literally sasuke and naruto #god i eat that sun-moon symbolism shit up omgg #anyways sorry if there are any mistakes or grammatical errors lmk so i can fix them

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rexismycopilot · 2 years

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Just a thot

Modern Au where Anakin had a v bad experience with a dom not respecting his safe word when he was just starting out experimenting. And now a few years late he’s the type of guy who begs bar bathroom hook ups to choke him. (“Why waste time with pleasantries and safe word if no one cares in the moment anyway?”) and old salt and pepper divorced dad Obi-Wan is dragged out to a gay bar by his best friend Quinlan and by the end of the night he’s just tipsy enough to let a cute twink buy him a drink before letting the twink drag him the the lapels to the bathroom and Anakin doesn’t even think before begging this handsome stranger to choke him and Obi-Wan has a tender and sweet line like about respecting Anakin enough to learn his name and safe word before he can do such a think and Anakin just freezes because Obi-Wan is so tender even in a bar bathroom that Anakin’s eyes are welling up before he can stop himself.

And that just starts a wild and kinky love affair where they teach each other that they are deserving of love.

Anon. I want you to know I didn’t put off answering this because I didn’t like it, I put it off because I wanted to give it the attention it deserved (and I’ve been on vacation so I haven’t been able to do my usual set up of how i keep track of prompts).

And I really do love this idea!!

I think it’s a lot like this prompt too which I really loved. I keep thinking of that bad dom as Palpatine too which makes me looove this concept because the emotional recovery and angst and comfort are feeding my soul. Like.

Okay. Anakin on his knees in the bathroom maybe even like begging Obi-Wan to just let him suck his cock because that’s all he feels he’s good for and Obi-Wan just firmly saying “No. I respect you more than that.” (Or something like that. Babes. I’m so tired lol)

Such a great premise, Anon!!! Thank you for bestowing this gift upon me.

#ask #anon #obikin #writing suggestion

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dihalect · 2 years

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umbrella academy s03e01-02 thots

ep 1:

the sparrows are introduced pretty quickly — and in the middle of a fight — and aren't really explained at all. kinda gives the vibe of "this is normal in this timeline, better get up to speed on your own, and quickly"

(on that same note: i think the dance-off — even if it was a hallucination — was a very weird note to start the season on.)

the timeline has been changed. they assume that they had been left with their birth parents, which would mean that they had entirely different lives. why does allison think she would still have the same husband and child???

i love justin h min's acting, and i'm honestly super glad he's got a bigger role this season (both in terms of screentime and in being his own person)

there are six umbrellas, seven sparrows, and one dad. come on, guys. apes together strong. /hj

ep 2:

the clipping that viktor reads says that sissy died on the umbrellas' birth date. by the end of the episode, we know that this is the date that the umbrellas' would-be birth parents died. i doubt she would've been one of those parents. but she is the mother of harlan, who has shown up in the periphery of this season. it'll be interesting to see how they come into play.

they weren't lying, viktor's transition was WICKED rushed.

to paraphrase:

five: you met with the enemy, vanya??

viktor: it's viktor, actually. that's who i've always been

five: ok cool, love that for you. but what the fuck were you thinking?

i do hope that, if there are more seasons after this, they flesh out viktor's gender stuff a bit more. especially if gerard has more of a hand in writing that — i trust him with a trans arc way more than some rando.

i kinda appreciate five's forced nonchalance. i think his actor did a decent job of capturing this old man's "can't i get a god damn break" energy.

the sparrows include TWO white women with long dark hair. i am pretty much faceblind (#autism) and only noticed that they were two people when they formally introduced themselves to luther. so far my only way of distinguishing them is "hits on ******" vs "spits".

klaus's steering wheel is on the right side of the car.....?

allison's ptsd is depicted pretty realistically. i'm certainly glad that the trauma they've all faced wasn't glossed over, and i appreciate that it affected them all differently.

the way the amish are treated here is..... suspect somehow. very "isolated, Weird group with misplaced hostility, and one Good Apple who helps the protag". idk, i can't exactly write an essay criticizing this depiction right now, but i feel like i've seen this trope before and it's been ugly

i'm sure we'll find out more about this, but how did that amish lady find out about all the other umbrella-mothers' deaths??

not sure i like this approach to time travel. five says that, since they were never born in that timeline, time-traveling into it creates an Ultra Mega Super Bad paradox. but i mean..... wouldn't it be a worse paradox if they actually had doppelgängers walking around? *sighs* i guess i'll just have to see how this plays out but. mmrggghhh

come ON, you bastards. KEEP it IN your PANTS.

edit: i've partially changed my mind on the vanya/viktor name change. bc there are trans people who are given names that "match" their gender or are gender-neutral, and change them anyway to better match how they feel. so *shrugs* cool. of course one also has to consider that viktor is a fictional character, not a real trans person with real agency. but like. it's whatever.

edit edit: got a couple names mixed up and misspelled a word

#txt #umbrella academy spoilers #<- obv #liveblog

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mymegumi · 6 months

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* ੈ✩‧₊˚ love thy neighbor(‘s dad)

feat. fushiguro toji

word count. 3,5k

contents. age gap (approx. 15-20yrs), fucked-my-best-friend’s-dad trope, afab!reader, college age!reader, toji has not-so-innocent thots abt his son’s best friend, dub con (toji has a few beers), protected sex (no more fushiguros campaign fr), pet names (sweet, sweet thing, baby, honey), masturbation mention, lowkey perv!toji, mixed perspectives, size difference/kink (toji is bigger + likes it)

summary. when you come home for a quick break, you begin to put your plan into motion. said plan?—sleep with your neighbor’s dad.

toji wasn’t really looking forward to megumi coming home, which seems like a really shitty thing to say considering that’s his kid and he’s been gone for at least three months. however, in his defense, he had enjoyed the peace and quiet of living on his own, especially after he and tamiko had divorced over the summer.

he loved his ex-wife, but he wasn’t in love with her. not in the way married people were supposed to be. the sex had been mediocre, but then again, she hadn’t ever exuded sex appeal. not to speak ill of his ex-wife, but she had just been very plain.

unlike the girl megumi had introduced as his best friend after coming home for the first break of college.

now, that girl. that girl had exuded sex.

in every sense of the word, toji knew that girl knew how to fuck. her skirts were short, and he thought he caught a glimpse of bright pink panties. all of her shirts were tight around her waist and breasts, and the sight of her cleavage in every single shirt she wore made him tight in his pants.

he wanted to bend her over the countertops of his kitchen, watch her hands scratch and claw at the countertops as he fucked her from behind. wanted to slap her ass, leave red marks that ached and stung for days after he’d fuck her. god, the things he dreamed about doing to that pussy. he felt like a dirty old man, thinking so lecherously about someone obviously at least twenty years his junior, but he swore sometimes he caught her sending him flirtatious glances.

you were just too sexy for your own good.

and apparently, much to toji’s apprehensive anxiety, you were next door neighbors with the fushiguro men. toji wasn’t exactly friendly, and so he’d never bothered to greet or exchange pleasantries with his neighbors before. megumi had expressed to him that he and you had been surprised to figure out that you lived next door to each other.

toji wasn’t sure how he missed such a hot neighbor, but he’s beyond it now.

you frequented his home, unfortunately, and you always wore shirts that made your nipples peek through. granted, toji kept the air conditioning a touch too cool. if he didn’t know any better, the short skirts and crop tops and brief flashes of hot red panties were directed at and meant for his son—someone more age appropriate for you.

but he knew better.

you’d slide too close to him in the kitchen when you wanted a drink. you leaned over the counter to show off your tits whenever you helped megumi with his homework, toji opposite the both of you. you even asked toji to help zip your dress up, one time when you and megumi had gone on a day trip to kyoto. your skin was smooth, and toji’s finger might have skimmed across your bare back. your skin was hot and he saw your neck flush red from his touch.

he fucked his fist in the shower when the two of you left.

and one night, when he’d been a bit tipsy after a few (dozen) beers, he’d tumbled into bed. he closed his eyes one minute and was dreaming about driving a sports car, and then he’d fluttered his eyes open.

he thought he was dreaming.

you were straddled on his lap, a short cropped tank top sliding up your waist with a single spaghetti strap falling down your shoulder. the only thing separating your pussy from baring down on the grey sweatpants he wore to sleep was the thin slip of panties you were wearing. you ground your hips from side to side and toji moaned, he was already hard—no surprise there. he balled his fists into the sheets and let his eyes wander as he bucked his hips up into yours.

he saw how perky your nipples were, and when he reached out to touch them, to thumb over them with calloused hands, he was expecting to wake up—because he always woke up before he could touch you back.

“oh shit.” he muttered, eyes widening marginally when he realized that you were real and tangible. “fuck, what’re you doing, sweet thing?”

he shouldn’t have allowed you to press your breasts into his hands harder, shouldn’t have squeezed them just to watch the way you moaned and bit your lip, and definitely shouldn’t have ground his hips into yours again. it was just so good—the feeling of your warm pussy on his cock. oh, god. he hadn’t gotten laid in so long and just the idea that you had wanted him even a fraction of how he wanted you made his cock strain against you.

“‘m not doing anything.” you murmured, hands trailing up his forearms and fingers ghosting over the backs of his hands before interlacing your fingers together. the vision of your hands overtop his hands on your breasts made a sigh leave his lips—you were too damn sexy.

you leaned down, eyes clouded with lust and desire and it took all of the brainpower that was left in his little lust-ridden brain to close his eyes before you were slotting your mouth over his.

oh, you were warm.

your lips were moist and you were wearing some sort of strawberry chapstick. he licked his tongue along your bottom lip to get a better taste and you sighed softly into his mouth, hands untangling from his to clench at the pillow. you opened your mouth, allowing both of your tongues to mix and toji wanted to memorize the taste of you.

“so sweet.” he mumbled against your lips, hands sliding from your breasts to your waist, fingers dancing against the bare midriff you had been sporting.

he was confused, sure. confused about why tonight of all nights, and why you had suddenly wandered into his bed while his son slept on the opposite side of the house. was he a bit miffed at the idea of sleeping with his son’s best friend? yes. was he also so desperate to bury his cock in your pussy that he would think about the consequences of his actions after he’d come in you at least twice? also yes.

he might have been confused, but in actuality, you had masterminded this whole plan.

you were tired, of the flitting glances and the suggestive clothing and the mere thought of going another week with out toji fushiguro’s cock in you was too much. so, you’d come over to ‘hang out’ with megumi, on a night that you knew he wasn’t going to be home because he was stuck at the college. you begged him to drink with you ‘cause no one was home from college except you and you were so lonely. he’d agreed, obviously, and from there, it was just a matter of making sure you drank less than he did.

a greater person might have worried about the age gap, or if this was even morally correct since he was midly tipsy, but you thought he was hot and you knew he thought you were, too. he wasn’t subtle, staring at your tits whenever you wore anything even remotely showing your cleavage, and you wanted him. so badly.

his bulge pressed against your pussy and you let your hips move, the pressure of it hitting against your clit to send sparks of pleasure up your spine. your panties were soaked, probably leaving a dark grey wet spot on his sweats, but his tongue in your mouth was erasing all of your worries.

“do you-” you pulled back a little to whisper, but he latched his mouth to the swell of your breast, sucking harshly and eliciting a moan that cut your sentence off. “oh, fuck. do you have a condom?”

his hand flew from where he had been kneading your hips, fingers digging into your flesh to try to release some of—any of—the sexual frustration he was feeling. the feeling of his hand bashing into the nightstand didn’t deter him from ripping open the drawer and shuffling his hand around blindly. his eyes were closed, focused on sucking a dark red hickey onto your tit and had to use just his touch to try and find a foil wrapper. his fingers closed around it right as you tried to get yourself off by rubbing hungrily against his cock.

he wrapped the arm that had the condom around your waist and quickly flipped the both of you over, taking over the dominant position you’d taken straddling him. while you had wanted to ride him into the early morning lights, your complaints left your tongue at the sight of toji over you. he was leaned back on his heels and was shoving his sweatpants down, hard cock swinging out of his sweats and gently hitting his abs. his tip was red, swollen and leaking, and if he hadn’t been stroking himself, you’d have wrapped your own hands around his shaft.

looking down at you, he ripped the top of the condom off with his teeth, and watched the way your chest rose and fell beneath him. your hair was spread out on the pillow and your cheeks were rosy. the crop top was basically rucked around now, the hem of it pushed below your breasts and your panties bunched tightly and sopping wet. rolling the condom onto himself with one hand, he dipped down to press a wet, sloppy kiss to your mouth.

now, toji wasn’t an old guy, by any stretch.

he was fit, going to the gym regularly and making sure he wasn’t out of shape, and he ate relatively well considering he was a single guy on his own. you’d watched him take runs in the neighborhood before, sweating and shirtless and heaving and you’d touch yourself just to the image of it. you weren’t worried by any means about his stamina—you knew toji would be able to tire you out and then some.

“are you sure?” he tried to be cordial, but truthfully, even if you said no, he’d fuck his fist just to get off right now. he’s asking if you’re sure you want to fuck an old guy like him, and yet, he’s letting his fingers slide your panties to the side, cock lining up to press into your cunt.

nodding your head fervently, you grabbed his shoulders and tried pulling him closer. “please, please, i need you to fuck me. i need your cock in me right now, i’m going to lose my mind if you don’t put your dick in me—”

he let you ramble, but his mind was so foggy that his hips are moving before he knew it and your sentence was forcefully cut off with a sharp outtake.

“oh my— oh my fucking god!”

your pussy was heaven.

you were soft, warm, aching, tight, and just squeezing him in all the places he needed. his cock was sizeably larger than anything you’d ever taken before and just the slow push of him entering you was enough to make you moan wantonly, the mixture of pain and pleasure shutting your filter off. it was a slow push, and toji could feel you resisting his cock with every stutter and every squirm of your body, but eventually, he bottomed out in you.

“baby, you’re so tight.” his words were breathless, reverent almost, and he felt the way his words made you clench around his length. “if you want me to fuck you good, you’re gonna need to relax. can you do that?”

there were tears springing to your eyes—apparently he was much larger than anything you were used to. you nodded your head, letting the tears fall off your face as you pressed your fingers into his bare shoulders. his smile was wolf-like, almost predatory, and you felt as if even if you had said you couldn’t take it, he would’ve made you used to it.

“‘m gonna fuck you now.” he muttered, hips already tilting backwards before he’d heard an utterance of confirmation.

pulling his dick out of your pussy was agony enough, but it was the fact that you had whimpers on your mouth just begging for him to put it back in that was embarrassing enough. you were acting as if you had never been fucked before and needed to experience it for the first time again. “i need you in me, please, fuck me toji!”

he grunted, fingers curling into the linens on his bed as he started building speed with his thrusts. every time he felt his hips smack against yours, there was a sharp intake of breath from him. he wasn’t a moaner, didn’t usually like to whimper or even make noise during sex, but the feeling of your pussy was pulling soft noises of need out of him.

“nng,” he tried to clench his teeth together, trying to hold himself back but he couldn’t help himself—you just felt too fucking good.

“h-holy—!” you could barely keep a grip on his shoulders, they were just so much wider than your hands could feasibly hold onto and he was just pushing his cock inside of you so hard. he was practically just shoving you up the bed with his dick at this rate. “oh, oh shit, toji! you’re so—so much bigger than i imagined.”

and just when he thought his dick couldn’t get any bigger.

the space of his bedroom was practically void. so every slap of skin, every breathless moan and whine and whimper leaving your lips was fuel for his tank. his abdomen was tight with desire and he knew if he just focused really hard on that little coil inside of him, he could come within seconds. but he wanted to fuck you for hours, wanted to watch you come undone and unfold before him.

your mouth was open, small little ‘ah, ah, ah’s leaving your lips with every snap of his hips, and toji saw you trying to close your mouth, hand covering and muffling the sounds leaving as if you were embarrassed about them.

roughly, and without breaking his pace, he grabbed the wrist of the hand covering your mouth and pinned it to the bed. “tryna cover up those pretty moans, baby? didn’t tell you you could do that, did i?”

the way your eyes shot to his, wide and doe-eyed, as if caught doing something bad, was enough to send a zing of pleasure to his cock again—something he was rapidly getting used to with you.

flexing your hand against his holding your wrist, you realized that toji was big. he was at least almost double your size and could easily pin you to his bed and keep you there for however long he wanted, and the thought of him keeping you in his bed just to fuck as he pleased was sending shivers down your spine. the sight of his skin, worn through the ages and calloused beyond belief from his various hobbies, and yours against each other was just the contrast of older and younger that reminded you of your age gap. he was older, but god, he fucked you better than anyone your age ever had before.

“not gonna be quiet now, are you?” he dipped down, forehead pressing against yours with a sharp look in his eyes as he slowed his pace down, but put more power behind each thrust. “poor honey, gets scolded once and clams up. you’re such a little pushover.”

“fuck you.” you muttered, wrapping your legs around his back now fully. locking your ankles with each other, you shortened the amount he could pull back and the toothy, predatory grin he gave you sent a flurry of butterflies through your stomach. “talk so much.”

“good pussy makes me chatty.”

it took all the willpower in your body not to slap him in the face and leave. he’s supremely lucky his dick was good and you didn’t just up and leave the room. “shut the fuck up and fuck me.”

normally, he’d say something clever to try and get the last word, but somehow, even through the condom, he can feel the light flutterings of your orgasm. he can sense the way your body tenses, the way your muscles spasm underneath every touch of your waist and can see your eyes start to roll to the headboard—no way in hell is he missing you orgasm on his cock for the first time.

furrowing his brows, he concentrated on keeping a steady pace, hands wrapped firmly around your waist to keep leverage and relishing in each moan, whimper, and groan escaping you. the sounds bouncing off of the walls were music to his ears—his own personal symphony.

“oh, oh god!” you were beginning to leave little crescent shaped indents on his shoulders, and you were almost concerned they would scar there, “i-i’m gonna come! t-toji, please, please, let me come!”

the sound of you begging for it, for permission to come, was like a drug and he groaned loudly, lowering his head until it rested on the pillow behind your head, your bodies and sweat mingling. he could feel the small little crop top you had worn, now bunched and sweaty, against his chest, could feel you breathing harshly and moaning with every exhale, unable to control yourself.

his pace became brutal, and before you knew what was happening, little white stars behind your eyes began to bloom. every second he brought you closer to the edge, and when you finally tumbled off headfirst, your moans and whimpers and wails echoed off the walls—bouncing around the room and ricocheting into the other rooms of the house. you thanked your lucky stars megumi wasn’t home, because there was no way you could’ve been quiet during that orgasm.

but he didn’t stop—he hadn’t come yet.

he was fucking your own come back into yourself, and you were practically scraping along his shoulders and his back, trying to get a grip on what was real and what was imagined through your orgasm. it was hitting you hard, harder than any orgasm a boy your age could have made it hit—and that’s who you’d been fucking before toji, boys. boys who didn’t know where the clit was, boys who couldn’t make you cum from fucking you, and boys that didn’t have massive cocks and smiled that made your pussy wet at the sight of them.

furrowing his brows, toji watched you squirm underneath him, relishing in the sheer size difference between the two of you, the inklings of his orgasm swirling in his pelvis as he continued fucking you. your own climax had made your pussy so wet that his cock was just sliding in and out of you, he didn’t even need to think too hard and he was pounding your insides.

“oh,” you moaned, eyes screwed shut as you pulled toji towards you, mouthing wet kisses onto his chest, “need you to come in me.”

toji felt his cock twitch.

“poor baby needs my come?” he punctuated his words with slow, hard thrusts.

you nodded feverishly, tears springing in your eyes again now that you were cresting down from your orgasm’s high. his cock was stretching you wide, and each plunge of his cock in your cunt was painfully slow.

toji wanted to come so bad. hadn’t come in another warm body in years, it felt like, and he furrowed his brows, concentrating on the small swirl in his pelvis as he kept up his thrusts. each one was bringing him closer to the edge and his mouth was letting spill profanities and moans that he’d never heard himself say during sex before.

finally, with one stuttering thrust, toji came in you. well, the condom.

“holy fuck.” he muttered, letting his body weight fall down, mostly braced by his forearms but somewhat still on your body. he could feel your hands coming up, wrapping around his waist and rubbing soothing lines up and down his back. “felt so good.”

he wasn’t one for post-coitus cuddling, but there was something about your warmth, the way you were rubbing your hands on his back and the quiet peacefulness of the night that he didn’t mind it as much. truthfully, he could feel his eyes drooping, and so, to prevent the embarrassment of falling asleep inside of you with a condom on, he mustered his strength and flopped backwards onto the bed.

“so fucking good.” your chest was heaving, and you pried your top off of your body, flinging it across the room as you turned to press yourself against toji. he was just pulling the condom off and tying it off, flinging it into a small trashcan near the bed, when he turned.

he opened one his arms, inviting you in to press your head against his chest. he was looking at you with guarded, though drooping, eyes and made a gesture with his head that made you curl into him. he smiled when he let his head hit the pillow, and before either of you knew it, you’d both fallen asleep under his sheets.

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misteria247 · 3 years

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"Her name is (Y/N)....."

Who would of thought that one little sentence would cause such an emotional turmoil. Deuce and Ace could only stare at the small boy, unable to comprehend what they'd just heard. It was a name that they hadn't heard in six long years. A name that even to this day caused them to get a bit upset.

"Are.....are you sure that's your mom's name.....?"

Deuce asked a bit breathless by the sudden crash of emotions that was hitting him. Ace on the other hand was just stunned beyond belief, unable to really think of anything to say.

"Yeah I'm sure......why.....?"

Elliott asked with a small head tilt. Deuce sucked in a sharp breath at the movement, the head tilt being nearly identical to yours. Ace just shook his head still in shock.

"I can't believe it......(Y/N)'s a mom......holy-"

Ace muttered trying to wrap his head around it before realizing something.

"Wait......if you're here that means.....!"

Ace started to say trailing off before Deuce picked up on what he was saying.

"She's here.....she's back in Twisted Wonderland.....! She's got a kid too......!"

Deuce said in awe before his expression furrowed in confusion.

"But wait.....if (Y/N) is the mom then who's the dad....?"

Deuce asked puzzled. Ace took another look at Elliott before seeing exactly who the father was.

"I think I figured it out.....it's him....."

Ace said. Deuce first looked confused before it clicked.

"No way he's.....!"

Deuce gasped stunned.

"There's no doubt about it. He's practically a clone of him."

Ace nodded in confirmation. Deuce was about to reply when he was interrupted.

"Wait.....do.....do you two know my mama......?? And.....and my papa.......??"

Elliott asked not daring to get his hopes up with the last question. If Ace and Deuce knew you then from the sounds of it they knew his father too. If they knew who his father was.......maybe Elliott could finally see you be happy completely and finally get his answers that he'd been desperately wanting. Ace and Deuce froze at Elliott's questions, the boy's hurt elbow all but forgotten about as he tried to get information. The two men were at a loss. They had no idea if they should answer Elliott's question about his father, given that you might not want Elliott to know. Plus the last thing the boys wanted to do is be reunited with you and then piss you off with something like this.

"Uh.....we do know your mama. She was a very old friend of ours. As for your papa......"

Deuce trailed off not knowing what to say. Ace thankfully took over.

"We don't know him very well."

Ace finished. Elliott deflated at this, his green eyes dimming slightly.

"O-oh......."

He said softly, looking down at the ground. Ace and Deuce felt themselves fill with guilt for having somewhat lied to the small child.

"Hey we might not have the answers you're seeking, but we do know someone who has some of them. But first I think we should get your arm fixed up and try to find your mama okay?"

Deuce said keeping the child close to him. Elliott gave a small nod, wanting to fix his stinging elbow and find you. Ace just kept quiet, his thoughts racing. He never imagined that he'd ever see you again, especially as a parent and in a mess like this. And he knew that Deuce was thinking the same thing he was. With Elliott now in Deuce's arms the duo made their way towards the one person who could help them at the moment.

~~~~~

Elliott clung to Deuce, keeping an eye out for his mother and taking in the sights around him. He took notice of some of the people who were now slowly starting to fill the once abandoned campus. Standing under the shade of a large tree was a rather tall, nervous looking man who had long flowing blue hair that looked like flames. Next to him was what looked like a robot teenager, who happily chattered away at him. Elliott couldn't help but notice that they looked like the one statue he'd seen of the man with the flames for hair. Further along the growing crowd was another group of men who looked like their were business men. Two of them were incredibly tall and the third one was rather pretty in Elliott's opinion. The two tall men had teal hair and different colored eyes, almost like they were twins. While the shorter one had steel blue hues and wavy silver hair.

A few more groups caught the young boy's attention rather quickly. One of them was filled with beautiful people who looked like they belonged in a movie or a story book. The leader of the group was the fairest of them all, looking absolutely stunning. Elliott was spell bound for a moment before the other man who wore a funny hat turned towards them and caught Elliott's eye. The strange man gave a smile when he noticed the small child and waved at him. Elliott waved back hesitantly before curling up into Deuce's shoulders more. Another group had two men who looked like they came straight out of the stories his mama read to him with the genies and magic carpets. The shortest of the duo had white hair and was dressed in the finest clothes, a beaming smile on his face as he talked to the taller man next to him. The other man was more serious looking, his hair long and braided nicely as he just nodded along to whatever the other man was saying.

Elliott also noticed that they were holding hands, and standing rather close to one another. The child tilted his head in confusion, thinking about the Arabian princess and her prince for some reason. As the trio made their way further into the school they passed another group of men. These men had animal ears. One man looked like a hyena with blonde hair and mischievous blue eyes, snickering under his breath as his companion, a large man with unruly brown hair filled with braids listened. Bright green eyes just stared irritated at his snickering companion, a scar decorating his face.

"Oi what are you staring at?"

A growling voice came from the man with the scar. Elliott let out a gasp and hid into Deuce. Deuce meanwhile looked up and went wide eyed and Ace just bit back a groan.

"L-Leona Senpai-! It's been awhile!"

Deuce said giving a small bow in nervousness. Ace rolled his eyes at his companion, slightly jumpy with the sudden stop from their destination.

"Oh it's you.....Deuce and Ace. It has been awhile. Tell your cub to keep his eyes to himself."

Leona growled simply before leaving without even so much as a goodbye. It was quite obvious that he wasn't in the mood for chitchat. His companion gave them a somewhat amused yet apologetic look before giving a small salute and following behind him. The duo seemed to sag with relief.

"Oh thank Seven he didn't notice. Now we can finally get to the person who can help you-"

Deuce started to say only to nearly jump out of his skin at a terrifyingly familiar voice. Ace jumped as well at the voice going pale rather quickly.

"May I ask.....why do you have a child with you? You'd think that after graduation......you would have learned to follow the rules......"

The voice said sounding pleasant but at the same time it brought chills to the two men. Even after six years they still had a fight or flight response with this person.

"Ah you shouldn't be so harsh on them. They're grown men after all."

Another voice chimed in sounding much more relaxed.

"Ahhhhh-!!! Look at this cutie!!! I definitely need a photo of his cute little face!!!"

Another voice chirped before a pair of hands gripped Elliott's cheeks in a gentle manner. Standing in front of him and the A-Deuce duo were three men that Elliott had never seen before. However........they seemed to know Deuce and Ace rather well.

Something told Elliott that this might take awhile before he finally got to see his mama again.

*Oh my God I'm alive hello! First I wanna apologize for the long hiatus, things have been extremely hectic and I haven't had a lot of time to write. But I finally managed to get something done for y'all so I consider that a win!!! Also let's play the game of guess who was mentioned here in Elliott's observations and who are the mystery trio at the end of the beloved cliffhanger! Sorry if this sucks shdhdhfhh. Anyways if any y'all read this I hope you enjoyed it!!! And onwards to our tagging list!!!!! @genshin-idiot @ditsy-anime-thot @ctannth @reaperfeels @thatjessawall @simpformangas!!!!*

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shorkbrian · 4 years

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Can you write about step bro kirishima getting in the shower with you or something along those lines?

(This was supposed to be a Drabble but it’s like??? a one shot bt also a Drabble idek what's going on anymore)

okay a Thot™️ butokei okei oeki hear me out

Friday night, you’re taking a shower and washing off all the grime from the day. The hot water is so relaxing and so you take a bit longer than you normally do, relishing in the heat loosening your tense muscles and flowing over you like a warm hug.

Step bro Kiri barges in, fresh from football practice that ran a little late - the school had been locked up so they couldn’t use the locker rooms. He’s sweaty and tired and he just wants to take a shower and pass out, hadn’t even realized you were in there.

Your hands fly to cover yourself, you yell at him to get out. He closes the bathroom door, but he’s on the wrong side, still inside the bathroom as he locks the door. Then he’s stripping out of his clothes, giving you that sweet, goofy grin.

“Aw, c’mon, can I just jump in with you? I’ll be real quick, promise.”

You shriek at him, still trying to cover yourself. “No! Leave, dude!”

But he just shakes his head, shucks off his jockstrap and you’re turning bright red, averting your eyes to the ceiling so you don’t have to see his dick (But holy cow, he’s huge)

And then he’s stepping in with you, putting his big hands on your shoulders to gently move you to the side so he can get under the spray of hot water. You splutter - what does he think he’s doing, you’re siblings!

You try to verbalize this, but Kirishima just shrugs. “I did it with my dad’s family.”

That elicits a frown. You were pretty sure he was an only child, and his dad had never talked about any other kids. But he wasn’t going to leave, and if it didn’t bother him, if it was normal and routine for him to shower and not be shy about his nakedness....

Still, you try your best to cover yourself as you reach for the conditioner. You’re a bit shy about your body, feel weak and chubby next to Kiri, who’s ripped as all fuck.

You’re battling with insecurity as you turn away from him, face the wall to start putting conditioner in your hair. Next thing you know, your stepbrother has his hands in your hair, scritching and scrubbing and helping you rub in the conditioner.

Body tensing, you make to turn, bat his hands away but then you remember you’re naked, so you stay put. You huff at him as he refuses to let up, hands following you no matter how you move.

“Let me help, it’s the least I can do after intruding on your shower time.”

He washes your hair. Offers to help you scrub down too but you quickly decline. Then he’s handing you the shampoo and conditioner, asks if you wouldn’t mind getting his hair. It always such a pain to wash out all the gel.

His back is turned, you figure it’s not that big of a deal so you agree.

You’re thorough and clinical, robotic as you scrub in the shampoo, wash it out. Squirt conditioner into your hands, massage that in. He’s sitting on the shower stool so you can reach, make it easier on your arms.

And then he moans.

You freeze up, but his hand catches yours before you can pull away from his head.

“Sorry, keep-keep going.”

You do, hesitantly. Your hand catches on a knot and you pull a little too hard, a few strands of hair come away and your stepbrother is moaning again, and you’re done - this is too weird, you’ll finish showering later.

Before you can turn, step out of the shower, Kirishima is facing you - eyes level with your chest.

“Kiri!” You yelp, covering your chest with your hands. His eyes flick downwards, in between your legs, and you quickly try to cover that part of your body too, but he catches your hand, standing up so he towers over you.

“Hey, hey... you’re beautiful, no need to hide. I don’t.” He winks at you as he grabs your other hand, pulling it away from your chest. You don’t have time to yell at him before he’s opening his mouth again.

“Wow, you’re really pretty, you know that? Prettiest girl I know.”

You’re blushing and trying to pull your hands back, but Kiri won’t let you, dark eyes flicking up to meet yours. He looks different like this - hair dark with water, hanging down in his face, eyes hooded and filled with an emotion you don’t dare try to decipher. You know you won’t like putting a name to that look.

“Look, you’re so pretty you made me all hard.” He chuckles, chuckles.

Horrified, you can’t stop yourself from looking down, getting a full glance of the full dick between his legs, so big and heavy it’s barely pointed upwards. You blanch.

“Kiri let me go.”

“So soon? You haven’t rinsed out your hair yet.”

You’re pulling away from him harder now, but he’s so strong - you don’t even move.

“It’s okay, I’ll do it later.”

“I wanna do somethin’ with you though, it’ll be fun.”

Your stomach twists and Kiri pulls you to his body with a quick jerk. You collide with his chest, feel his cock touching your stomach. His arms wrap around you, holding you in place. He starts to almost rock you, moving you back and forth with his body in a soothing manner.

“You know how in those cheesy movies the boy and the girl play pretend?”

Struggling is pointless, so you look up at him, confused.

“Y’know, like... pretend girlfriend? I wanna play pretend girlfriend with you.”

And then he’s reaching down with one hand, spreading your cunt, teasing a finger inside. You gasp, the intrusion surprising you, and then he’s pushing in another finger.

He fingers you open, rubbing at your walls, slowly adding more and more fingers and you don’t even know how many he has inside you, three? four? but it’s almost painful. Kirishima’s cooing in your ear the entire time.

“Mm, pretty girl, you’re doing so well.”

“Yeah, you’d be a good girlfriend, so submissive and sweet.”

“Look at you, sucking my fingers in like that. You like this? I do.”

His fingers come out with a squelch, and then he’s sitting down on the shower stool, pulling you into his lap. You don’t even know what to do, what to say. You’re cold and wet and isn’t this wrong? He’s your stepbrother.

His cock is thick, lengthy. It’s the biggest one you’ve ever taken, or even seen for that matter. But he’s relentless as he lowers you onto it, grunting with the effort of holding himself back from ramming into you, rutting like a wild animal.

Kirishima’s cock hits so deep, makes you gasp and pleasure zings up your spine, tummy twisting with how good it feels. When he bottoms out the both of you take big, gulping breaths, pausing. You pause to adjust to the size, Kiri pauses to stop himself from cumming too soon - he wants to enjoy this.

It takes a minute, but then he’s palming at your chest, looking up at your with those big dark eyes, flashing you a grin before sweetly kissing along your jaw, making you moan (moan? shouldn’t you be screaming?).

“Alright pretty baby, think you can help me out now? Feel so good, all wet and hot. You’re the best little girlfriend.”

You aren’t thinking as you get your feet under you, getting purchase on the wet tiles to slowly push yourself up, let his cock come out of you a few inches, before sinking back down. You’re listening to his voice, doing what he tells you to, shame coloring your cheeks.

It feels so good.

Thighs burning, you keep riding him, Kiri dipping down to suck at your tits, squeezing the mounds in his big hands. He’s such a large man, all muscles and hard lines, big enough that it takes him no effort to grab your hips, start moving you along his cock like a little fleshlight.

Immediately your hands fly to his hair, twisting in the wet strands, unintentionally tugging.

Kiri moans.

His pace speeds up, you can hear the wet slap of your skin, he’s jostling you, treating you like a little rag doll as he spears you on his cock over and over. “Fuck, fuck, you’re-mmhh baby that’s good, do that again. Please do that again.”

You indulge him, grip his hair a little tighter and pull, and Kiri shouts, hips hammering against your ass. His cock is reaching so deep, hitting that special spot inside you without him even trying to. You’re writhing on his lap in pleasure, in disgust at yourself and at him, but you can’t go anywhere with his hands clamped tight around your waist.

“Kiri, Kiri! Gonna-gonna cum!” You warn him.

“Me too, fuck, just a little more baby.”

One of his giant hands slips down, fingers clumsily trying to find your clit. The second he does, you're already so sensitive and close that you cum, muscles clenching, eyes closing as you ride the delicious wave of your orgasm.

Kirishima follows soon after, his head thumping forward against the curve of your shoulder as he pants, wet warmth filling you up.

He helps clean you up after, fingers the cum out of you as he kisses you deep.

After that, Kiri wants to play pretend girlfriend with you every chance he can get, whenever your parents have a date night, late at night when he wakes up from a wet dream and you’re just a few doors away. He takes you out on pretend dates, “practice for when I get a real girlfriend!” he assures you. It doesn’t feel quite right, but he buys you ice cream if you let him feed it to you, and that's usually the only weird thing that happens on these “pretend dates”.

They're normal dates, normal when he takes you home and fucks you into the mattress after.

It’s easy to know when he’s in the mood, he says he wants to play your game, pretend girlfriend. He’s still the same old Kiri, the one that helps you with your homework, the one that likes playing Mario kart and loosing just so you’ll grin at him and toss the controller at him cause you know he let you win.

Kirishima still bickers with you over who gets to sit where at dinner, still ruffles your hair whenever he passes you in the hall. Asks you to help him set up the karaoke machine so the two of you can sing horribly to stupid songs.

But now there’s the addition of him fucking you.

You aren’t sure this “pretend girlfriend” thing is really pretend.

Not like you can do anything about it

#yandere kirishima #kirishima x reader #stepbro #stepbrother kiri #Kirishima Eijirou #yandere #yandere oneshot #?#idk #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere kirishima eijirou #kirishima #step siblings #overstepping #infantilization #kind of #Kiri doesn't give reader a chance to say no

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heliopauseentertainments · 3 years

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Ooh. Request: the awkward Prowl and Springer “you’re my dad” reunion, lol.

Oh boy. I don't know if I hit all of the points I wanted to hit, but it was fun to write. I'm also tagging @decepti-thots because if I remember correctly, you wanted to see something in this vein too.

Also I disregarded the Wreckers Saga timeline a teeny, tiny bit. Just a teensy bit.

I'll crosspost this shortly.

Title: Family Ties Continuity: IDW1 Rating: General Relationship: Springer & Prowl, implied Tarantulas/Prowl Characters: Springer, Prowl Summary: In which Springer visits Prowl in the medical center. Warnings: I don't know how to warn for the horrors/discomfort of being related to people, but here we are. Crossposting: In a reblog

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Springer stood at the foot of the medical slab, for once finding himself unable to look someone in the optic. Prowl lay there, silently blinking at him with his one remaining optic while recovering from the injuries he’d received fighting Infinitus, the load bearing minibot that had masqueraded as Sentinel Prime, on Luna 1. None of those words were things he ever expected to consider in that order. Luna 1 had long disappeared before he was constructed and the rest was just nonsense.

Visiting Prowl in the medical center in the first place was not something he would have considered doing under normal circumstances, not unless it was related to a mission. Prowl’s health was his own problem as long as he was otherwise functional and able to do what needed to be done. Besides, it wasn’t as though Prowl had been terribly injured. It wasn’t an emergency.

Or at least, that’s what Springer used to think. And here he was, having dragged himself here to Iacon from Alaska, with Verity patiently—relatively—waiting for him out in the hallway.

Machines beeped softly but regularly, an audible sign of Prowl’s physical health. Cables attached to the machines hung like vines between where the commander reclined on the slab.

But Springer also used to think that he himself was Warborn, an MTO, made specifically to assist in the fight against Decepticon forces. That was what Kup had always told him. Kup…. Impactor…. They had been his mentors, taught him everything he ever needed to know.

His experience as an “MTO” had been different, however. He hadn’t woken up, pushed out of a vehicle into battle with a gun in his hand. Springer had onlined twice. Neither time in the heat of battle. He always thought the first time had been a preconscious dream of a sub-powered spark, blurry shapes and confusing voices with words he didn’t yet understand.

Ostaros.

That was the only sound sequence he remembered. It meant nothing. Meaningless noise. Meaningless until that… monstrosity… Tarantulas called him by that same designation. It wasn’t nonsense. It was his name.

The sound of Tarantulas’ voice calling him that half-forgotten name sent chills up his spinal struts every time he recalled it.

The second time had been to full vision and audio, Kup’s voice greeting him. Another voice off to the side, unseen, thanking Kup for “taking over the training of this new-build” before disappearing before Springer could even turn his head to see who the voice belonged to. He only later learned that had been Prowl. He’d been told that Prowl had simply brought him from the cold construction facility to Kup, the deliverymech.

Now… now Springer knew better. “Deliverymech” was quite the understatement for what Verity had called Prowl’s role, a role that meant nothing to any other Cybertronian to ever function: father.

What was Springer supposed to do with that?

He stared at Prowl as though with new optics. In a way that was entirely foreign to his species, to his understanding of their place in the universe, he was boundto Prowl. A horrible, unbreakable attachment that Springer had gotten no say in. For all of the awful things that Prowl had done, for all his repulsive personality, Springer would not exist without him. Even if he never spoke to or saw Prowl again, that fact would remain. As would his same dreadful link to Tarantulas… to Mesothulas.

It hurt, like a knife twisting in his spark. Through circumstances beyond his control, he was inextricably tied to two other mechs, two of the most repugnant mechs he had ever met. Nothing he could do would ever change that. The futility burned.

Worse was that Mesothulas had, despite all of his atrocities, loved him. Wantedhim. Made him to care for him and watch over him. Prowl took that away. He took all of that away. Springer didn’t know if being cared for by a mad scientist with an unreliable moral compass would have been better, but the opportunity to know that was long gone.

Then he realized he had been staring silently for a number of minutes, as had Prowl. Maybe they had some things in common. His hands, the joints now aching, had been clenched into fists this entire time.

“Of course, you weren’t going to tell me anything,” Springer started, finally breaking the thick silence, “were you?”

“It was need-to-know information and you didn’t need to know.” Prowl tried to sit up, only to be hindered by too-short diagnostic and power cables plugged into his arms and torso. With a huff, he flopped back down, squinting up at the ceiling. “You wouldn’t have wanted me around anyway. What difference would it have made?”

Probably little to none.

“All the difference in the world,” he lied. A weak lie, of course. Springer had always been terrible at lying and Prowl, a king among liars, would immediately see right through it.

Springer walked around the medical slab and sat down on the utilitarian chair provided for visitors. Never minding that Prowl was probably right, that Springer wouldn’t have wanted Prowl around, he would have wanted to know, even if he had remained with Kup.

“Prowl, I need you to tell me what happened to Mesothulas. Before he became—“ He couldn’t bring himself to say it. Yet he finally looked directly in his… creator’s one remaining optic. “What did you do to him, Prowl?”

#fic #one shot #maccadam #idw1 #springer #prowl #ask #sleepychipmunk

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jboofan · 2 years

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Chances 12

YN's about to find out that sometimes a gorgeous man can come up with a plan all his own, and it's a given that it'll mess hers up.

Jungkook x YN

Chapter 12 New York & Busking

Jungkook stood, aching from the fourteen hour flight, stuck between Jimin snoring, and Jin hogging the armrest. Too excited to sleep, he pulled his sunglasses off his head and onto his face, as the superstars were ushered into huge SUVs to get to their hotel.

"Hey they got some sick clubs we should check out! Single and ready to mingle!" Jimin couldn't stop smiling.

Namjoon laughed, "if you're gonna mingle as you perform live and then back to our room for a live with Army, then yeah knock yourself out."

"The only one that stands a chance of getting some is the maknae. That's if he finally gets the confidence to go after her," Hope encouraged.

"She doesn't even reply to my messages. I doubt it highly."

Wanting to do nothing but sleep, his own punishment for not having slept on the plane ride over, Jungkook shook his head and declined the offer.

"I think I'm gonna go get some sleep. I literally do not even know my own name right now."

"Shit man, when did you get so old?" Jimin asked, ready to get out and live up to his flirtatious ways. "I'm ready to go out, have a coffee and at least wink at a few honeys!"

"Hobi, you carry some hobi water on board?" Jin tutted.

"Never leave home without it," he replied nonchalantly, already opening a bottle of water and spraying some at Jimin. "Thot begone!"

After enough of them harassed him, and a short nap, Jungkook bowed to peer pressure and got changed into some light jeans, and a lose v neck t-shirt and joined them a few minutes later in the lobby downstairs.

Na-Ri turned around briefly checking the reception lobby of their hotel as she waited for a spare key to be made for her.

There walking across the carpeted seating, wait was that JK? He had a bucket hat on, but she swore it was him. Thought lost in time as the receptionist interrupted her suspicion Na-ri shrugged, turned around forgetting altogether.

Jin and Namjoon wolf whistled at him, to encourage a smile whilst Jimin slapped his back and congratulated him on finding his balls, and joining them for a boys night out.

The seven of them found themselves in the outdoor seating area on a cobbled street, eating the most delicious seafood ever, and drinking the most refreshing of beer before deciding what to do next.

"Thanks for doing this," Chan handed YN a churro as they walked slowly taking in the sights.

"You literally fake cried at the dinner table you turd. Put me right off my steak."

"Not enough to put you off the wine though," he sniggered as she gave him the Bang side-eye.

Chan shuddered, "Fuck don't so that, it gives me the creeps. You really are our mother's child."

"Let's just be thankful we don't look like Dad," they both agreed.

Chan's eyes widened, a massive grin plastered to his face. "Come on let's do it!!"

"Do what?" mid bite, lips flicking odd the cinnamon sugar, she turned the direction of where he was running off too.

"Busk!"

YN looked at him as though he had stepped in something.

"I want to sing!"

Grabbing his sister by the handbag he dragged her through the crowd. Pulling her cap further down her face, they were soon at the front of a crowd of people taking it in turns to sing.

"Here, us!" Chan shouted in his mashed up American-Australian accent.

"Ya! Pabo, what are you doing!" she shout whispered at him as Chan pushed her forward, enduring her hitting his shoulder.

"Guys give my sister a hand! She is a little shy!"

Embarrassed, YN watched everyone look in her direction, encouraging her to take a mike.

"Sis, this is how it's gonna be," he rubbed her back, "think of it as practice. Bang's have no fear cmon!"

"I'm gonna kill you," she gritted her teeth and snatched a mike off him.

"I say we go walk around, I need to digest this food," Yoongi offered to much consensus. Jungkook nodded and then it was five against two as they paid their bill, before following the distant sound of music, several streets away. They walked towards the sounds, often stopping and asking for directions in their limited English, until they stopped at the edge of what looked like a mini carnival in the middle of a car free zone, people spilling out onto the street from the local restaurants, a live band playing popular music.

Jungkook watched as a woman was long blonde brownish hair weaved her way through the crowd, until but she disappeared. He couldn't see her face, but she wore an oversized jumper and scarf and he for a moment wondered, isn't she cold?

Why did he recognise those legs? The way she cleared her throat, how those fingers that held onto her cap looked?

The woman now hit the guy on the shoulder, and Jungkook strangely felt as though he knew what that might feel like.

Her voice and the way she spoke almost shyly together suddenly became amplified to his ears, as his legs helplessly moved towards her.

"G'wan bro!" Taehyung egged him on, encouraging him to try and flirt. Ignoring the shouting, he found himself looking for her, she was no where to be seen. He hadn't seen her, but the way she walked and carried herself just had him feeling some kind of way. He heard the crowd cheering "Cmon, you can do it!" and he pushed his way into the crowd further.

He pushed past people, and there she was standing with a mike in her hand. She had a smile, a carefree and vulnerable smile and Jungkook suddenly felt so blessed to have seen it.

Soon the others moved towards where he was, what was this smooth light voice. When she spoke in Korean, calling someone a pabo he couldn't hold his bunny smile in anymore.

It couldn't be.. Jungkook spun around desperately. She was here. She is here??

He called out her name, but the acoustic guitars, the singers and the music was just too loud, and drowned him out.

YN smiled as she moved through the crowd and found herself dancing a little as she held the Mike loosely, the words dripped out like honey, so easily and free flowing. Skin bubbled with goosebumps, there was something special in the cold New York air tonight, it seemed super charged, magical even.

The music was calling to her, and YN found herself swaying to the beat, arms in the air as she twirled them sexily, dancing the scene as the crowds moved back, to give them some space.

YN looked over at her brother belting out the chorus with so much passion, how did she miss this? She stopped, holding the microphone to her chest and watching him, in his element as he added a little ad-lib, a little bounce and bop as he commanded the crowd.

YN pointed her toes, rolled her hips, and spun around, her hair following her. Her partner clicked his heels and mirrored her moves before they both fell into giggles and laughs.

People were stuck to their phones, recording and applauding loudly.

Jungkook found himself mesmerised, unable to make out her face, her big hair was shielding her face like a curtain and he couldn't see who it was. Maybe deep down he knew who it was, but his eyes couldn't quite believe it. For the first time in a long time, he stood and watched as this unknown women danced on behalf of the female human race, taunting her male partner almost. Bewitching him.

"Butter" rang out across the speakers in the court yard as people started to join in singing.

She was singing. Dancing. then the two of them were dancing trying to outdo each other. But her dancing?. So dirty, so sexy, and without shame.

Only when she finished swinging her hips, and threw her head back in victory, her smile was replaced with that of shyness.

Jungkook's mouth dropped as he saw her, standing there in all her glory. She hadn't seen him, and he trembled, scared to move, scared to be rejected by her.

By now, the other guys had joined him and he moved closer to her.

"Isn't that Y-YN??" someone shouted shocked, later it was Jimin who admitted the high shocked voice was his.

"Did she really sing that? Like that?" Hobi was patting Jin's shoulder continuously unsure what was going on, again.

YN finished the song, feeling the air suddenly freeze in the middle of her chest, she gasped for air and stood still. She could feel something.

He's here. Nah, I have had too much wine this evening.

YN went to adjust her cap, realising it wasn't on her head any longer. Hair tucked neatly behind her hair she bowed to the audience and handed the microphone back to the owner.

Jungkook wrestled some eager new fans, pushed through in time to touch her elbow, and as she turned around slowly, YN's eyes opened in shock, as she couldn't believe it was him. Here of all places.

"YNnah" he croaked.

"Jungkook?" she managed before he could say anything, a hand swooped in, reached out to her, "YNnie let's go!" it cheerfully exclaimed and she was pulled off into the crowd where she disappeared.

"YN!!" Jungkook shouted, but as the crowds dispersed, she was no longer there.

No! No! YN!" he found himself shouting, "Come back!"

He waved her cap in his hand, but she was no where to be seen. By now some other song was blaring out of speakers as he looked around, a headache forming.

Jungkook blindly ran through the crowd, stepping on people's toes and spouting off his apologies in broken English as he scoured the perimeter of the square, fighting against the heaving bodies dancing on one another.

"Fuck!" He swore, running a hand desperately over his face, now sticky from sweat. He caught a glimpse of her, and his breath caught.

"Ya, Jungkook-ah where you going!" shouted Namjoon.

"I did not come all this fucking way to have you disappear on me!" He mumbled to himself rhetorically as he pushed through the crowds more desperately, until there she was. Standing speaking to someone, tall, and from his outfit bloody handsome.

"BANG YN" he shouted, his voice tinged with frustration, jogging up to her.

YN simply stared, her heart in her mouth, eyes darting to his tattooed hand as she realised.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, as the tall stranger appeared by her side smiling.

"Who's this?" he asked in English as Jungkook watched on, he listened to her speaking natively to him, hand still clutched to her scarf, as though it was the only thing keeping her head on her shoulders.

"A work colleague," she told him, which winded Jungkook as soon as she said it.

"Really? That's what we are now?" Jungkook said, "that's all I am now? From that to a work colleague?"

A masked up Chan looked at him, then back to YN, slightly confused. Why was this dude looking at his sister like he had run a marathon and she was a glass of water?

He moved forward a little, unsure if this dude was some love sick puppy or a fan.

YN grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back a little, and this seemed to neutralise Chan straight away. She shook her head, and touched his arm, "I don't want to discuss it," she explained, and he nodded back, gave her a hard stare as they telepathically shared that sibling connection.

Chan moved away to give them a little space, just as the other six found him.

YN looked at him. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought I saw you. And then I wanted to see you."

"Uh, okay.."

"I don't like the way things happened. And I can't stop thinking about the way you kissed me. Why can't I stop thinking about you," he blurted out. He held out her hat to her.

"My cap, where did you find it?" she gasped picking it up off the palm of his hand.

"It fell to the ground when you were dancing. I had no idea you could dance like that," he gave her a small surprised smile. "Or sing. Is that the big project?"

He refused to let her take it herself, but when she grabbed his wrist with remarkable force he opened his palm and she took it from him.

"Who is that?" Jungkook demanded.

"I have to go. Good luck with the AMAs," she spoke to him as though she was talking about the weather, and he scoffed.

"I haven't seen you in a week and I feel it's like, I ain't see you in almost a year. You're always busy, I hoped to catch a break and grab you a minute at work, have a coffee, maybe catch-up?"

"Jeon Ssi," the cold front rolled in, and he felt like he'd taken a beating. "I am on holiday, please can I be given the same courtesy I would give you. I'm not here for work," she pointed around her.

"You know my schedule, we are here a few more days," he grabbed her hand and held it there as their eyes met. "If you don't agree to meet me, then I'll just keep coming to you till you agree."

"That will not be necessary. Ihave to go, he's waiting for me."

"Let him wait," Jungkook drawled, YN could see his eyes watering in equal measures of frustration, anger and sorrow, her cold personality ignored it immediately.

"I'm not that anymore," she forced herself to say. She chose her words carefully, accidently saying fake or girlfriend would only result in Chan bugging her for information, a sport he could win gold in. "We're not even friends," she cleared her throat. "We just work for the same company."

The ride back to the hotel was pin drop silent. Taehyung, closest to Jungkook cleared his throat several times before he finally figured out what to say.

"Are you alright?"

"Course I am?" Jimin replied in super speed.

"Ya, pabo, does it look like we care about you right now," Suga rolled up a magazine and whacked the younger one on the back.

"Then he should specify which of the SEVEN of us here he was referring to," Jimin realised what he had said, apologising immediately.

"Ah man, sorry JK. I wasn't thinking—"

"When do you," Namjoon muttered loudly.

"But seriously, JK say something man. You haven't said anything since we left that place."

Jungkook scoffed to himself, he couldn't understand why he was feeling territorial, what if this guy hurt her like Kai had in the past? Who would look after her? Help her?

"I'm here on holiday?" He repeated, his jaw stiffened, and his shoulders broadened, unable to believe what she had said to him. "So when was I going to find out? When I got the wedding invitation?" He scoffed, "Oh wait, I forgot, you're so fucking cold you didn't even think to extend the common courtesy to me that you were going to traipse around int he same fucking city as me with some other guy.." his voice rose with every sentence.

"I know we weren't even together long," he continued his angry monologue, "but at least fucking pretend like you're hurt!" he kicked the air with his foot angrily.

"Ok, well that explains why man couldn't open his mouth the second we found him," Jin looked at him.

"You just need to cool off, concentrate on what we are here for. And talk to her when we get back," Hope interjected diplomatically.

"It's clear that she obviously means a lot to you JK. And it must have been a shock tonight."

Jungkook pursed his lips, "No. I refuse to let her mean anything to me," he paused, exhaling loudly "Well, I guess that's that then."

The others looked back at him. "It is?"

Jungkook shook his head, and exhaled loudly. Pushing his bucket hat back on his head, as he nodded.

"I guess so," he looked back out the window into the darkness, chewing his lips in distraction.

#bts jungkook #jungkook imagines #bts #bts imagines #jungkook fluff #jungkook x yn #bts smau #bts social media au #jungkook x reader #bts texts #bts smut

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disgruntledspacedad · 3 years

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Asks are OPEN

TAGLIST FORM

all fic features character x fem!reader (no y/n) unless otherwise specified.

The Better Love Series

He’s a DEA Agent. You work with Centra Spike. You’re an unstoppable force. He’s an immovable object. A collision between you is inevitable. The fallout will be monumental. Slices of life from your adventures with Peña in Colombia. Javier Peña x fem!reader/OC (Ears). Rated M.

| masterlist |

Catfish Blues

ficlet/imagine. Bringing Frankie back to you through music

| catfish blues |

Fire in the Sky

Frankie shows you just how much he cares. Follows Catfish Blues, but can be read as a standalone. fluffy smut.

| fire in the sky |

Rx ‘verse

G.O.M.E.R.

Injured, designated driver Frankie brings his drunk friends to your emergency room. Frankie x physician!reader. fluffy meet-cute

| g.o.m.e.r. |

qhs

Frankie discovers versed. You spill your guts. Follow-up to G.O.M.E.R.

| qhs |

Headcanons

frankie when you have a shit day

frankie supporting your career

watching the super bowl with frankie

frankie when you have a tooth pulled

What We Said Before

Javi gives you a little bit of tough love. Javier Peña x f!grad student reader.

| what we said before |

Exit Wounds

Steve Murphy comes to several realizations all at once. Javier x Steve, buddies or pre-slash, it’s up to you.

| exit wounds |

Headcanons

javier peña when you have a chronic illness

javier peña is a well-disguised dork

dancing with javi

Scrambled

Dad takes Missy to the county fair. They are both missing Mom. Quick little prequel to The Right Thing, Missy POV.

| scrambled |

The Right Thing

Taking Marcus Moreno captive proves to be a little more that you’d bargained for. post-canon fix-it.

| the right thing |

Headcanons

wedding band

Starcrossed

Armed with nothing more than an old Polaroid and a burning desire for answers, Jack Daniels breaks the laws of time to find out why he’s suddenly been declared unfit for duty

| starcrossed |

A Little Slice of Heaven

You bake Ezra a cake. Pure fluff.

| a little slice of heaven |

Needy

Ezra comes home to you.

| needy |

Morning

Ezra wakes you to watch a sunrise.

| morning |

Headcanons

soft ezra

ezra when you have a chronic illness

Stay

You wonder where he will go, and if you should follow.

| stay |

Dissonance

The Ghost Din Series

“What’s it like, being dead?”

| dissonance masterlist |

Blood and Water

Before

Once, Din Djarin had a sister. Now, he doesn’t even remember her name.

| before |

Blood and Water

Retha Djarin has spent her entire life trying to make up for the family she lost. She is called the mother of shadows, stealing supplies and tech from the terraforming corporation that dominates Veta IV. But when a routine raid goes wrong, and Retha realizes that she’s in over her head. Way over her head. The planet has been thrown into chaos, Retha is on the run for her life, and oh, great, they’ve sent a kriffing Mandalorian after her. COMING SOON.

| sneak peek |

Thots, Meta, and Headcanons

din needs some closure, dammit | why The Rescue hurts so bad

in defense of din djarin | din’s subdued emotional response in The Tragedy makes a lot of sense to me

what if that transmission was a set up? | 2.8 speculation post that aged like cheese

the din djarin biker au that nobody needs | based on a true story

force bond din | au in which Din and Grogu forge a force bond after Corvus.

the boys finding out about a previous abusive relationship

the boys from least to most musically gifted

the boys as drinks

the boys as brotp’s

the boys’ favorite scents

the boys and game night

the boys and mbti

the boys’ hogwarts houses

Coming Soon

Veracruz x reader one-shot, sneak peek here

#pedro pascal #din djarin #javier peña #frankie morales #ezra (prospect)#reader insert #headcanon #fanfiction #pedro fandom #pedro fanfiction #narcos #the mandalorian #prospect (film)#triple frontier #marcus moreno #we can be heroes #this is more for my reference than anything my dudes #masterlist #the masterlist to end all masterlists

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mythiccheroacademia · 3 years

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—single!parent headcanons

part one

mtha thots: the manga makes me really sad and i think children deserve a childhood so i made this to cope

all characters are 18+

Warnings: it’s long but, other than that, none <3

Shouto Todoroki:

truth be told, shouto never wanted children

he knew how important someone’s childhood meant

shouto honestly couldn’t trust himself not to mess it up :(

so imagine his surprise when he came to fall in love with this little boy, no older than six, he found snooping around a dumpster

it’s actually kind of funny how they came to be bc shouto was 100% put off by the kid

when they made eye contact, they stared at each other like

shouto:🧍🏻

the boy: 👁👄👁

shouto again:🧍🏻

before the brat blew him a raspberry and tried to run off

ofc he caught up to him and, despite the boy’s tantrum, the two went straight to the police

and for some reason, todoroki ended up with him in his condo

the first couple of weeks were terrible

it seemed like Yuuma hated his guts

shouto let him have his space and only really pestered him when it was time to do the essentials

at midoriya’s suggestion, he’d try and talk to him about his day or how his therapy sessions went, but it was no use

the boy would tell him not to worry about it and scurry off

this happened for some time and honestly, todoroki was at his wit’s end

until one day, shouto realized that it wasn’t that the child hated him, he just didn’t want to be a burden him

then everything clicked

mustering up the courage, todoroki one day asked Yuu if he’d like to help him make dinner and the way the kid’s eyes brightened up at the chance to be useful made him a bit sad

but he pushed it away in favor for how the boy blossomed as he showed shouto the right way to stir meat stew and make onion rings

at the end, the red n white hero gave him an honest smile and thanked him for his help

Yuuma looked at him for a long time before bursting into tears

it was the first time shouto had seen him cry in weeks

it was also the first time they hugged

from then on, it was almost magical how well they clicked

the boy was exitable and extroverted, todoroki was quiet and reserved

they were both stubborn to a fault sometimes and that didn’t bode over well during the few disagreements they had but they brought the best out in each other

shouto made the kid feel safe and secure, always reminding him that anything he did for him was never burdensome

Yuuma gave the hero a confidence boost and a chance at another type of love he never knew he wanted

the first time his son called him dad was when todoroki made the adoption official

Yuuma shyly asked if it was okay that he called him his father and shouto will not admit to the tears he desperately tried to hide from a teasing midoriya and his siblings (ofc he had them there)

no one knows this but todoroki literally had separation anxiety the first couple of years

his child was just fine being with the babysitter but shouto would spend his work days/nights feeling very tense being away from him

called/texted the kid all the time, left him encouraging sticky notes in his lunch box, and would hug him for at least 3 min before leaving the house

he’s such a mother hen bye

he’s lucky yuu adores him bc he was lowkey doing a lot LMAO

they have movie nights together and geek over manga like nerds

yuuma cosplayed as roy mustang once and todoroki has an album of pics from that day alone

todoroki’s the type to randomly bring his son fruit just because

yuuma regularly slept in shouto’s bed/futon until around 7th grade

as his son got older, and more popular (w the ladies AND gents hehe) at school, todoroki got a little jealous bc yuuma wanted to spend more time with his friends

he was legit hurt the first time yuu canceled on movie night to go to a sleepover 🥺

todoroki moped over it until midoriya told him to knock it off 💀

it’s a shameful quality of his, but shouto will always lie to get his kid out of the stupid shit he gets himself into only bc yuu plays really funny pranks

has to keep himself from laughing in front of the principle

they’re both lowkey mischevious asf

he’ll scold him later tho so it’s okay, he’s responsible™️

shouto always calls yuu “son”

if he calls him by his full name, he’s either sad or annoyed w him

during family gatherings, yuuma is the star of the show bc of his superb cooking skills

he and fuyumi get along great

and surprisingly enough, bakugo adores the kid even though the same can’t be said for todoroki himself

yuuma wants to open a restaurant and he’s a little afraid of his father’s reaction

little does he know, shouto is ready to hand over his black card at moment’s notice purrr✨

he’s a really supportive father and he has his hiccups, but todo tries his very best and his son makes him impossibly proud every day

oh and did i mention they wear matching sweaters?

they’re that kind of family

it’s so cute i could die

Midoriya Izuku:

midoriya was born and bred to be a father

change my mind

i mean look at that face

that’s daddy material to me 😌

anyways

midoriya has two girls that are about a year apart

due to the immense pressure of being with the #1 hero and an unwillingness to be a mother, his then girlfriend at the time suddenly left him, signing over all maternal rights to the hero

it just crushed izuku

he spent weeks trying to look for her and to make it work

he wanted his girls to have a two-parent household, but she went radio silent

it was a difficult adjustment

but deku is the most ambitious and resiliant person on the planet so he was devoted to giving them the best lif he could

and ofc he had the support of all his friends and his mother

but there were a lot of ups and downs

mostly downs in the first year being a single parent

at the time, his youngest wasn’t even one whiles eldest was almost two

and izuku worked a lot

being #1 meant he was the country’s go-to whenever something happened and he missed a lot of stuff he’d never get to redo

like his youngest, Maia’s, first word which was “bunny”

and the first time his oldest, Naomi, went to the bathroom by herself

and izuku will never forget the day he came to pick his kids up after being on a week long international mission

when he reached out for them, they looked at him as if they didn’t know who he was

izuku spent the entire night crying in inko’s arms

the next morning, he only had to deliver some paperwork, but everyone noticed the usually chipper hero’s sour mood and stayed clear from his path

even bakugo and todoroki felt chills when izuku passed by

it was tough, but deku was determined

he started taking up night shifts so he could be there for his girls during the day

he’d pick them up from inko’s right after work and spend the day playing with them

izuku stayed up on a dangerous amount of caffeine and will power

there were days he literally passed out from exhaustion, but it was worth it to see them through their milestones

when Naomi went to kindergarten, he couldn’t stop buzzing around w excitement

he just adored listening her ramble on about what she learned and that persisted on even as she grew

like, she’s a genius

she was his doppleganger in intellect and resilience

she’s def a daddy’s girl and although she’s not as empathetic as her father, they’re very close

naomi is an excellent older sister and stepped up early when izuku couldn’t always be there

maia is izuku’s match in personality

she’s very sweet, a bit more extroverted, and compassionate

but pls don’t get it twisted, that girl gives the fam a run for their money

she’s got izuku’s righteousness but heightened 100x and with a lot more anger

the girl’s got quite the mean mug and she got hands highkey

they both do tbh (i mean, izuku is their dad...)

the amount of fights naomi’s had to back her up in is ridiculous 😭

they’re two peas in a pod tho so if you mess w one sister, you mess w both ‼️

regardless of all that, izuku wouldn’t change them for anything

he’s the type to obnoxiously kiss them on their cheeks before school

they’ll take turns doing each other’s hair

izuku gets pigtails that he proudly wears to work

deku has a private instagram that is so filled with those two, sometimes ppl forget it’s his

he def has a “girl dad” t-shirt

he calls them his angels 🥺

i see him getting a tattoo of their names on his arm or something

they’re all cry babies so when they get into arguments, it doesnt last long

both girls went to UA to be heroes and izuku’s heart just soars with pride every day

he also cried an obnoxious amount and for some odd reason, kept popping up for “demonstrative purposes”

they had to have a family talk so they could tell him to stop babying them in the kindest way possible

and by that i mean, naomi said it bluntly and maia did damage control lmao

overall, izuku loves those girls more than life and they love him just the same

raising them was a rollercoaster, but he’d do it all over again in a heartbeat

Sero Hanta:

another one that just looks like he’d be an amazing father

please have my children sir

sero is one of the few that was actually looking to adopt a kid

he came from a large family and desired connection with a family of his own

he tried a for a while, but it never seemed to happen

until he came about a small girl he met on the off chance of passing by her hospital room when he was getting a quick check up

she was one of the children they saved on a mission and when he saw her curled up on the hospital bed that seemed to swallow her whole, his feet moved on their own

the girl, Keiko, was left injured and an orphan, yet despite her circumstances, she was just a joy to be around

sero spent the rest of visiting time with her and just knew she was it for him

she was very sick so he’d spend his breaks visiting her at the hospital

keiko was a huge cellophane fan and it just melted his heart 🥺

she’d have a huge smile on her face, unabashedly showing off her missing front tooth, every time he walked in

they’d spend hours just drawing or talking about their day

when sero shyly brought up the possibility of adopting her, keiko could barely contain herself

she drew him one of her best pieces as a thank you and sero still has it hanging on his mirror to this day ❤️

keiko’s actually quite the artist so there’s many more up there to keep it company

the adjustment period went smoother than anticipated

the girl had her moments and hanta was getting used to being a 24/7 parent, but it was like they quickly acted as if they had been blood related their entire lives

they are ride or dies for each other LMAO

they don’t argue

like at all

the worst they ever got was when keiko rushed to help her father on the job when she happened to see him get hurt

sero yelled at her in panic

it was so startling that they avoided each other for the time being

but a few hours later, sero went and apologized

and that was that

keiko had frequent nightmares and sero would sacrfice copious hours of sleep so that he could turn on the projecter and give her a run down about every star in the “sky” before she falls asleep

he actually bought and named a star after her for her first bday with him

sero pats her head a lot and she hates it

he calls her squirt, sport, kid, and princess if they’re having a soft moment

they have an unholy amount of matching onsies

the kid was already getting to the stage where she wanted to be independent, but she would let her father pick out her outfits sometimes

only bc he put a lot of effort into doing it

aka, she caught him crying over cute pintrest pics bc he’s a simp

okay but sero really, isn’t much of a crier, but he’s sentimental asf

every milestone is recorded

every school night, he’s there (she was a good kid, so he all but gloats w pride after every visit w the teachers)

any drawing she makes, he has

he’ll do anything to be there for his daughter so it really crushed him when he couldn’t go to her high school’s father daughter dance

sero had a mission he couldnt get out of and he was sorely pissed off about it

keiko assured her father that it was okay and that it was corny anyways

but he could hear the disappointment in her voice

he made kirishima go with her anyways bc he didnt want her to miss out on the experience

and you bet your ass that when she came back home, sero was there in a tux with the living room set up to make it up to her

it is just as cheesy as you think it is, but they’re cute so who cares

also the way they both can dance is crazyyyyyy

rhythm isn’t even the word

if there was a competition for best father-daughter dance duo, they would win every time! and i stand by that!

they have at least one viral tiktok dance they did together

sero’s not the emotional type, but the first time keiko had a boyfriend he def made a threat or two to him

it was actually so scary

anyways

they’re honestly the cutest duo and everyone on the block agrees

i love it ❤️

#bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #shouto todoroki #izuku midoriya #sero hanta #father!bnha #single!dad headcanons #can you tell how much i love this idea #i love when the bnha characters are happy <3 #also supriseeee shawtyy

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