#the dilf series

[theladyofdeath]

When We Were Young {7}

The DILF series, part 3.

Ship: Hunt x Bryce

Summary: After a series of tragic events, Bryce is forced to raise her daughter alone until her ex and father of her child, Hunt, gets discharged from the military. When he comes back to town, Bryce finds that the past cannot simply be forgotten.

Warnings: Mature content throughout. Language, sex, drinking, etc. 

Written with @snelbz

Then

With a two week old Lennox bundled up in her arms, Bryce walked into Ruhn’s apartment. 

It was strange.

She had been there a million times over the years but this time was different. For one, it was clean. The place was not littered with beer bottles and plastic cups. His friends weren’t present, neither were any random women, which Bryce typically found when she paid her brother a visit.

The apartment was spotless, though. It looked less like a bachelor pad and more like a place that her mother would find a home in.

That thought nearly unsettled her more than the thought of living in a bachelor pad. 

Ruhn was there to greet her, helping her move in her suitcases and her boxes. She didn’t have much. When packing up her belongings, she could hardly go through anything that wasn’t necessary. Everywhere she looked, she saw Danika.

Everything she owned brought back a memory that was too difficult to bear.

She buckled Lennox, sleeping soundly, into her swing and slowly walked into the bedroom the two of them would share. That was new furniture, lining the walls of the room, a different bed and dresser than had been here when Tristan Flynn had occupied the room down the hall from the one Declan Emmet lived in.

Flynn and Declan hadn’t been happy when Ruhn had sat them down and told them Bryce would be moving in. At first they were, talking animatedly about how awesome it would be to have a baby in the house, surprisingly enough, until Flynn asked where exactly Bryce and the baby would be sleeping.

They’d understood what Ruhn was telling them a heartbeat later.

Luckily, they were tight with the landlord, who had had a two bedroom unit open up a couple floors below.

They’d gotten over it pretty quickly even though Ruhn claimed not to care what his friends thought. Bryce knew he did, though, knew he had felt bad kicking them out of the apartment. He did it, though, and he would have done it again.

For Bryce.

For Lennox.

“Are you nervous?”

Bryce jumped, spinning around to find Ruhn standing in her doorway, arms crossed. She knew what he was referring to, that Hunt would be arriving soon and she was most definitely not prepared. She ignored that fact, though, and instead asked, “To live with you? Absolutely. You have a reputation. I don’t know what’s all gone on inside of these walls.”

Ruhn snorted, even though he watched her wearily. “Yeah, yeah. I did hire someone to deep clean the carpet in here, so…Flynn should be cleaned off of everything.”

Bryce scrunched her nose and, for a moment, she almost laughed. “That’s disgusting. Thank you.”

Ruhn hummed as he nodded. “Anything else you need from me? All the boxes are in.” 

Bryce was quiet for a moment. Her brother had handled her unexpected pregnancy better than she had. He’d certainly handled Lennox surprise arrival better than she had, had stepped up to the plate in a way she’d never expected, but also never thought he’d have to.

And for a moment, words were beyond her as she looked at her brother, the genuine concern, not pity, on his face.

Because that was what she had seen in everyone else’s eyes as they looked at her. No husband or boyfriend to take care of her, her family far away in Nidaros, and her best friend…gone.

The funeral had been a blur. Between her own brokenness and Lennox only being a few days old, Bryce was exhausted. Her body was there, thanking everyone for their condolences, smiling when she could, but her mind was not. Her mind was swirling in some deep, dark void, a void that she wasn’t sure how to get out.

Blinking as she realized Ruhn was still waiting for an answer, Bryce shook her head. Instead, she met him in the doorway, wrapping her arms around his waist. He hugged her tightly, just as he had every time she’d needed to borrow a bit of his strength the past couple weeks.

When she pulled back, her eyes were wet again, her cheeks, too. She wasn’t surprised though, was more used to shedding the tears at this point than not. Uselessly, Bryce idly wondered at what point the tears would stop. Not because she was over the pain, the aching, shredded hole in her chest where Danika, Connor and the Pack had been ripped out, but because she’d run out of tears.

“I think I’ll take a nap,” she breathed, closing her eyes. “I hate to risk waking up Lennox to move her—”

“Then don’t,” he said, and put a hand on her shoulder, guiding her to the bed. “I can watch Nox for a couple hours while you rest.”

She was already shaking her head. “She’ll need to be changed soon.”

Ruhn shrugged. “So I’ll change her diaper.”

“She’ll be hungry,” she replied, but the softness of the bed beneath her as she sat already threatened to make her eyelids start dropping.

“Then I’ll take some milk out of the fridge.” He squatted down in front of where she sat, taking her hands. “Let me help you, B. That’s why I’m here, why you moved in.”

Bryce hesitated, afraid they were already a burden, but if she voiced that she knew exactly what Ruhn would say.

You’re being absolutely ridiculous. Ruhn didn’t think that, nor would he ever. 

“If she needs me-.”

“I’ll wake you up, I promise,” Ruhn said, quietly. “Lay down. Go to sleep.”

“Hunt’s supposed to-.”

“I’ll wake you up long before he gets here,” he promised, and she hadn’t realized she was already lying down, already under a blanket, already closing her eyes.

For once, when she closed her eyes, she didn’t dream.

These days, that was a blessing.

~

Ruhn woke Bryce up half an hour before Hunt was supposed to show up. She laid in bed for a few extra minutes before walking into the living room to find Ruhn lying on the couch, one arm behind his head, the other cradling Lennox against his chest.

He yawned as she entered. “Nice nap?”

“How long was I asleep?” she asked, blinking the blurriness from her eyes. 

“About three hours,” Ruhn mumbled, knowing she wouldn’t like that answer. Just as she was about to explode, about to ask why he had let her sleep for so long, he said, “She’s been changed twice and she ate about an hour ago. Full bottle. She’s about to pass out now, again.”

Bryce opened her mouth to respond, but there was a knock on the door, interrupting her. She froze, didn’t move, stayed like that for a minute until that knock came again.

“Are you going to get that?” Ruhn asked, genuine curiosity. When she didn’t reply, he moved to get up, but that got Bryce moving, brought her back to reality.

Hunt was there.

He must’ve gotten in a few minutes early.

The space between where she stood and the front door felt like miles, but she eventually made it there.

She didn’t do anything for a second, just stared at the door in front of her. Right as she reached for the knob, the knock sounded again, a little more impatiently.

She swung the door open, holding her breath. Distantly, she knew she looked like shit, that she looked like she had just woken up and had given birth less than three weeks ago, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. Not as she found Hunt on the other side.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he breathed, as if he were scared to speak too loudly. As if he could tell how close to breaking Bryce really was.

That was all it took.

She wasn’t sure who had moved first, if she’d launched herself at him or if he’d had to catch her, but her arms were banded around his waist and she was sobbing into his chest. He held her, one hand cradling the back of her head, murmuring into her hair, “I know, Quinlan, I know. It’s okay.”

Bryce didn’t hear the door shut, wasn’t sure if Ruhn had gotten up and shut it or if Hunt himself had kicked it shut, but suddenly, she was in Hunt’s lap and he was holding her against his chest.

She cried, amazed that there were still so many tears left. Hunt said nothing except for whispering those sweet nothings into her ear. It’s okay. It’s alright. I know. I’ve got you.

She clung to his shirt, the fabric balled up in her fists until she had finally calmed down, had finally dried her eyes and looked up at him. He brushed away her tears before kissing her softly on the forehead, then her nose. 

“I guess I could’ve said hi first,” Bryce whispered.

“No need,” Hunt replied, his arms never leaving her. “Saying hi means having to say bye sometime soon, and I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

It was a lie. They both knew it. He would only be in town for a couple of days and then he would be gone for who knew how long. For now, Bryce didn’t mind the lie, though. She wouldn’t think about it. He was here. Her rock was home. And she would take him for as long as she could have him.

“Lennox.”

Hunt’s eyes flickered and she suddenly realized that he had been wanting to ask since the moment he came in. He wanted to meet his daughter, of course, but he hadn’t said anything. He had let Bryce cry first, had given her what she needed first.

She looked around, taking in her surroundings for the first time in a few minutes. She was unaware how much time had passed since she heard Hunt knock on the door. 

All she knew now was that Ruhn and Lennox were nowhere to be found, which meant that he had surely left to give them their privacy.

“Be back,” Bryce whispered, and scurried down the hall, wiping at her damp cheeks. She found Ruhn in the nursery, pulling a cute little dress over her head. He buttoned it before looking over his shoulder at Bryce. “Had a blowout. Thought you wouldn’t mind if I took care of it.”

Bryce let out a loose breath. “You don’t have to do all this-.”

“We’re not having this conversation right now,” Ruhn said, gently, quietly. He picked Lennox up and put her into Bryce’s arms. “For now, let her go meet her daddy.”

Bryce followed Ruhn out into the living room, where he clapped a hand on Hunt’s shoulder as he passed. “Happy to have you home in one piece,” he said, continuing to his bedroom door, across the living room.

“Thanks,” Hunt said, giving him a tight smile. Bryce didn’t know where the edge in his eyes came from at her brother’s words, but she didn’t have a chance to ask. Because his eyes filled with tears as she sat next him, Lennox wide-eyed and curious in her arms. Her dark eyes roved over his face, as if to say I know you, I recognize you. I know who you are.

Hunt sat in pure awe and adoration, barely moving, scarcely breathing.

“Say hi to your daddy, baby,” Bryce whispered, voice cracking.

He was quiet for another long moment before he said, “She’s so tiny.” His voice was rough, but quiet.

Indeed, born four weeks early, Lennox had fallen low on the spectrum of height, weight, and head size. But despite her tiny stature, she was perfectly healthy, with lungs as strong as babies twice her size.

Bryce offered, “Do you want to hold her?”

Blinking, Hunt stammered, “I’ve never— never held a baby that small before.”

“Hold her like a football,” Bryce suggested, then added, “a very fragile football.”

Hunt huffed a laugh as he nodded and held out his arms. Bryce laid Lennox in his broad, warm arms before leaning back against the couch.

She couldn’t stop herself from smiling softly.

It was her first smile in a while. For a moment, she felt guilty for smiling.

That guilt vanished, though, when she looked from Hunt to their daughter, and back to Hunt again. Hunt’s jaw ticked as his eyes shone with tears the moment he cradled Lennox.

“Bryce,” he breathed, voice catching. “She’s, uh…she’s beautiful. She’s so beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Bryce agreed. “She’s pretty perfect.”

“Yeah,” he whispered, and as a tear fell Bryce quickly wiped it away for him. “You know, I’ve spent so much time waiting for this moment, imagining this moment. From the day you told me you were pregnant. And, I knew that it would be perfect, but…it doesn’t compare. She’s so beautiful, Quinlan.”

Bryce leaned across the small space between them and pressed her lips softly against his cheek before leaning her head against his shoulder. For a moment, they sat in silence and watched the gift they had created together. 

Those dark eyes grew heavy as her father held her, especially when he started to subtly rock back and forth. Bryce wondered if he even realized he was doing it or if it was involuntary, having his daughter in his arms. After a moment, Lennox was fast asleep and Bryce wasn’t sure if he was breathing.

“I don't want to wake her,” he said, softly, looking up at Bryce.

She smiled, carefully taking their sleeping child from his arms and heading for the nursery Ruhn had insisted on. We’re going to have the third bedroom, he’d explained when she’d protested. We might as well put it to good use so you can get some sleep. Of course, there was still a bassinet by her bed that Lennox would be sleeping in for the time being, but Bryce agreed that it would be nice to have her own space.

When she turned to leave the nursery, Hunt was standing there, watching patiently, quietly. As she walked by, she took his hand and led him down the hall to her room where she shut them inside. 

“I have a baby monitor that connects to my phone,” Bryce said, pulling out the app and turning it on so that they could see Lennox as Bryce sat on the edge of her bed. Hunt sat next to her. “It’s hard to even leave her in the other room.”

For a moment, Hunt didn’t speak. At first, she thought it was because she was upset, but when she finally looked up at him she realized that he was trying to find the right words.

“Since I found out she’d been born, I’ve felt like something’s been missing…with me not being here,” he began, voice low. “Now, after holding her, I don’t know how I’m going to go back. Because I’ve been without her for sixty seconds now, again, and that hole that I felt before feels a lot bigger now,” he continued, shaking his head. “I know I’m going to be here for a few days, and I shouldn’t be thinking about that now, but I can’t help it. I don’t want to leave her. I don’t want to leave you.”

Bryce reached over and took his hand.

“How has it been?” Hunt asked, gesturing around. “Living with Ruhn?”

“Well, I just got completely moved in this morning,” she confessed. “Been sleeping here a few days, though. On the couch. Ruhn insisted on making the rooms a little roomier for us before we moved in. Tonight will be my first night sleeping in here.” She patted the mattress beside her and sighed. “Lennox will sleep with me, in the bassinet. I only keep her alone during naps. I’m not sure I’ll ever get to the point when she can sleep a night so far away from me.”

It was meant to be lighthearted, almost like a joke, but she wasn’t joking at all. It was the truth. Especially in light of recent events…

Bryce felt those tears return and she cursed as she turned away from him.

“Hey,” he whispered, and pulled on her chin until she was looking back at him. “Talk to me.”

She swallowed and realized that she didn’t even know where to begin. What was there to say? Or, a better question, she thought, where to begin? The past few weeks had been so full of emotion and agony that she nearly felt numb. 

“Honestly?” she asked, knowing that he would nod, just as he did. “I’ve never felt so completely alone in my life. Which is ridiculous, because I have Ruhn and he’s been incredible. He’s been so helpful. He’s been….I don’t know what I would do without him. My mom wants me to move there but I don’t want to. And they can’t come here because of Randall’s job. And Danika-.” Words left her as she stifled a sob, but she shook her head and continued, “And you, Hunt, you’re gone, you’re not here, and I know there’s nothing you can do about it, but it’s really hard, Hunt. It’s really fucking hard.”

“How do you think I feel, Bryce?” His question wasn’t meant to wound and he wasn’t trying to one up her. Just to make sure she knew he understood how she felt. He cupped her face in his hands. “I’ve got no one over there. Sure, I’ve made a few friends in my squadron, but my whole world? It’s right here, Quinlan.”

“I need you here,” she confessed, knowing it was nothing but a dream. “I need you here, Hunt.”

He looked at her for a long moment and she couldn’t read the emotions that flashed too quickly through his eyes. Then, he asked, “How about we go to the courthouse before I leave and make this official?”

Bryce blinked, not understanding. “Make what official?”

“Well, we’ll be getting married and I’m here now so there’s no point in waiting,” he replied, clearing his throat as he took her hands. “I know it may not be like you pictured it, but at least that way-.”

“Married?” She interrupted, hands going slack in his. “Hunt, we can’t get married.”

This time, she saw a sudden flash of anger that soon disappeared as he asked, “What do you mean? We just had a baby and we’ve been together forever, Bryce, why wouldn’t we be getting married?”

She hesitated then dropped his hands before rising from the bed and beginning to pace. “I’m eighteen. You’re never here, you're thousands of miles away at all times, why would we get married? And right now? After everything that just happened? Danika is-.”

“This isn’t about Danika,” Hunt said, and although he spoke quietly that anger remained. “This is about you and me.”

“No,” she said, turning to look at him. “This is about me, Hunt.”

He was taken aback at the rage in her eyes, the emotion there. He flinched as that gaze settled on him.

“This isn’t about doing what you think is right, what you think is supposed to happen now that I’ve had your baby. I have to continue to do what’s best for her. Rushing into a courthouse marriage, that will do nothing but tell her we only got married because we had her, not because we loved each other.”

“But we do love each other, Bryce,” he replied, standing. He reached for her, but she stepped back. “I loved you long before we even knew Lennox existed. It would make things easier, if we all had the same last name, you could—”

“Lennox has my last name,” Bryce cut him off. “She is here, with me, all the time, while you aren’t, Hunt. I’m sorry, but her last name is Quinlan. And it’s staying like that.”

Hunt’s entire body went rigid. All words fled from his mind as he looked at Bryce, watching that anger simmer, watching her chest quickly rise and fall. “She’s not an Athalar?”

For a moment, Bryce’s heart broke. She could hear his entire world shattering in those four words. Yet, she gave him an adamant, “No.”

Hunt slowly took a step away from her, then another. “So, what? This is it? I meet her and then it’s done? I’m going to leave and she’s not even going to know that I fucking exist?”

With every word he spoke, his voice grew louder and louder until Bryce swore the floor beneath them shook. 

“This isn’t how I expected this conversation to go!” She was crying again, but she didn’t care. Was beyond caring or even being embarrassed by her wild emotions. “I didn’t expect for you to show up and pick a fight.”

“I’m not picking a fight,” he replied, voice thundering. “I came here—” He paused and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. When he spoke next, it was at a more acceptable volume. “I came here to see you and to see Lennox. I can’t even begin to explain how excited I was to get off that plane today.”

“And now?” Bryce asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

Hunt's lips snapped shut as his head fell into his hands. When he looked back up at her, she knew he was fighting the urge to cry. “Now I feel like I just lost every damn thing that I had left.”

Bryce turned away, sucking in her bottom lip to keep from sobbing, to keep from yelling, to keep the emotions at bay.

“Nothing to say?” He asked, hardly more than a whisper.

Bryce took a moment before shaking her head.

He nodded, and took a deep breath before saying, “I should go.”

He walked towards the door, slowly as if waiting for her to call out and stop him, but she never did.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

 He didn’t say another word, didn’t look at her once before opening her bedroom door and shutting it softly behind him. 

He never called.

#cc hoeab #cc hosab #crescent city #fanfic #fancition #sjm #the DILF series #hunt x bryce #bryce x hunt #quinlar #ruhn #bryce quinlan #hunt athalar #ruhn danaan

[xplore-the-unknwn]

Walton Goggins explaining this shot of him as The Ghoul in a Diamond mine-

“It looks like I’m trying to look cool and all but Im not.” 🤣 you sir are a national treasure. His humor and down-to-earth charisma just does it for me.

He is perfectly casted as the Ghoul aka Cooper Howard!!

#I love him sm #the ghoul #Hes such a DILF iykyk #Yall should watch his fallout interviews youd get it #cooper howard #walton goggins #fallout #ghoul fallout #fallout tv series #fallout amazon #fallout prime

[the-bi-fangirl-biatch]

casey being a hardened criminal and possibly kleptomaniac after being so wholesome was HILARIOUS, no notes, amazing

B 15 being a doctor?? and her being so soft and kind to that kid?? I love her, she's the best, 10/10 expected but happy

O.B. being a failed writer but also an intelliget physicist working in Caltech is AMAZING, ties in greatly with his character

MOBIUS BEING A SINGLE DAD AAAAAHHHHH HE'S SO SWEET AND KIND AND SOFT WITH HIS BOYS, LOVES HIS DEAD WIFE DESPITE HAVING MOVED ON, KIND TO LITERALLY EVERYONE ONCE AGAIN, EVEN TO LOKI WHO HE JUST MET. I'M SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP FALLING TO THE GROUND ROLLING ON THE FLOOR

Sylvie back working in McDonald's and being a regular at both the bar and a records store, yeah that's definitely so her

#is it obvious between which of them is my fave character #yeah.....haha.....sorry guys it's his dilf charm and niceness #loki show #loki season two #loki tv series #loki tv show #loki season 2 #lokius #mobius x loki #loki x mobius #loki series #loki #mobius #agent mobius #hunter b15 #hunter b 15 #casey loki #ouroboros #OB loki #sylvie #tag talk

[lemonlover1110]

Double Trouble

Dad Series

Toji Fushiguro

Warnings: Pure Fluff

Discord 18+ - Twitter - Ko-Fi

“I want a baby sister!” Koemi randomly spurts out one faithful morning. It makes Toji choke on his breakfast, hitting his chest a couple of times to cough up the bit of food that’s in his throat. There’s no way that Toji will agree to that, especially after he got them into a preschool and he has his life back.

Toji has never glared at Koemi before, but for the first time in his life he does. You agreed you don’t want more kids because twins are more than enough. Toji looks at you, and you’re taken back just as he is. You shake your head, and Toji says, “Never in a million years.”

“It’s not fair! Kisho has Megumi and I have no one.” Koemi yells, and Toji decides that he won’t start his day by arguing with someone that still has their baby teeth.

“You have your brothers, honey. You don’t need a baby sister.” You assure her, but that isn’t enough to convince her tiny brain. She’s stubborn, just like her father.

Koemi is smart, she knows how to convince you. She sneaks and takes the photo album that you have for the twins, leaving it on the coffee table. She runs to you when you notice it and pick it up, looking innocently as she asks, “What’s that, mommy?”

“Oh, nothing, baby. Just photos from when you and your brother were babies– When you couldn’t properly talk since you two are still babies in my eyes.” You tell her, and you decide to take a seat on the couch and look through the album, making Koemi join you.

You look at pictures of the twins from the first ultrasound to their first steps. Newborn babies aren’t all that cute but you had the cutest babies. They cried a lot, but you always managed to take pictures because they were too adorable. The biggest smile comes to your lips seeing a picture of Megumi with the twins, he holds Kisho while Koemi is on the couch, trying to reach her twin brother. Then a picture of Megumi who manages to hold both of the twins on the couch, who look to be around five months old.

You keep going back to this one picture that’s three pages in, it’s what gets you. Toji smiling at his newborn babies. Toji has many more pictures in the book, but that has to be the best one because you had never seen Toji so happy before. Sure, he was over the moon when he married you, but this was a level of happiness that only his kids could achieve.

“What are you–” Toji approaches you, and his eyes fall on the photo album. For the second time, he glares at Koemi. Given the tears that are welled up in your eyes, she’s convinced you. She’s a sly one. She’s his daughter after all. He has to think of some way to get her to back down. What’s something that’ll make her stop wanting a sibling? And then it dawns on him.

“Koemi, since you want a baby sister so bad, you’re going to learn how to share your toys. Mommy and I will call the stork if you’re willing to share all your toys.” He says, knowing that Koemi hates sharing. Toji makes sure to get two toys each for the twins since it’s a never ending fight with them, because of her. That’s something he doesn’t bother correcting because Toji also hates sharing. “Even with Kisho.”

She furrows her brows and ponders on it. She shakes her head, and Toji takes it as her backing down. She’s not willing to share her toys. “I don’t want a sister anymore.”

She ends up standing up and walking away, but that doesn’t fix the mess that she caused. Toji doesn’t have to think much about convincing you though, he only has to mention, “Morning sickness.”

“She’s right, she doesn’t need a sister.”

#[dad series] #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #toji fushiguro #jujutsu toji #toji zenin #dilf toji #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro x you #daddy toji #toji imagine #dad toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x y/n #jjk toji #toji fluff #toji x reader

[go-see-a-starwar]

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN - OBI-WAN KENOBI BEHIND THE SCENES

"I was so excited to get to do the bacta tank scenes. I had to be completely submerged in water holding my breath. For a few weeks leading up to it I got to work with a great dive coach, and he would teach me different breathing techniques. I think my longest breath holds were around two and a half minutes. It was surprisingly peaceful in there." [x]

#they can crispify hayden all they want #there’s no denying those luscious lashes #still would #hayden christensen #anakin skywalker #darth vader #dilf Vader #kenobi series #behind the scenes #bacta tank #my gifs #haydenchristensenedit #gsaswgifs #kenobi bts #Kenobi blu ray

[softiedingo]

and I'm still thinking about how Loki tried to dress up the moment he saw dilf!Mobius and how Mobius wasted no time in making a bad pickup line at the handsome stranger who apparently followed him home:

"Are you still in the market?"

the best thing is to know that a situation like this easily happens in real life, because whoever has never dressed up when they see the person they like or who ended up making a clumsy joke in their life? this is so relatable

#loki spoilers #loki season 2 #loki series #loki s2 #loki show #loki #tom hiddleston #owen wilson #loki laufeyson #mobius #mobius m mobius #lokius #dilf!mobius is something that apparently loki was interested in #who could have imagined huh

[coryosbaby]

2. 𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓴 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓟𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓼

𝓢𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼: Inviting your incredibly nice and incredibly married family friend to your birthday party was not meant to be a way of seduction— or was it?

𝓢𝔂𝓷𝓸𝓹𝓼𝓲𝓼 #2: Anakin sneaks into your room when everyone is asleep, finds your diary, fucks you, and then his wife asks your mother if she can stay the night.

𝓒𝔀: bimbo! Reader, infidelity, age gap (reader is twenty, Anakin is in his mid to late thirties), Anakin with nipple piercings— nsfw . daddy kink, pillow humping, doggy | | 𝓝𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓭: baby, little girl, kid, honey, kitten

𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: This is part 2 of the Insatiable series ! (Click link for series masterlist)

With honeyed eyes and a smile, you can’t stop thinking about your next door neighbor.

You can’t help it! He’s so dreamy, with his big muscled arms, dark hair, and pretty face. And he wants you.

It’s ridiculous; you’re swooning, writing in your glittery pink journal with brushy strokes — Mrs. Skywalker , Mrs. Skywalker, Mrs. Skywalker.

And although it isn’t true— although another woman is taking that name instead of you— you know that this is who you’re meant to be, who you’re meant to love.

Not her.

It’s a hot summer night, a good three days since your last Anakin encounter, and you’ve opened your windows. Warm air streams in through your pink curtains, giving way to a breath of fresh air on your cheeks. Your tank top strap has fallen down, showing some of your collarbone and a bit of your cleavage. Your nipples poke through the fabric, pebbled and— if you’re being honest— you’re incredibly horny.

You can smell the scent of your favorite vanilla candle burning on your desk, but you wish you were smelling Ani instead.

And like clockwork, as if the gods themselves intend it, there he is.

You don’t see him at first— your hand is about to slip down the front of your pajama shorts instead of writing. But when you hear a clatter and a small murmur of “fuck,” from outside of your window you immediately know who it is.

He’s dressed in a black button up and jeans with a cross necklace. Clearly he hasn’t been sleeping even though it’s three in the morning, though you suspect it’s because he’s waited up for you. He grins at you as you take sight of him. His shirt is unbuttoned, leaving little to the imagination. You’ve never noticed it before, given you hadn’t taken his shirt off that first time he fucked you, but his nipples are pierced. Metal barbels sit through them and his chest glistens with a hint of sweat.

Oh, Jesus, you’re swooning.

“Doing that without me?” He teases, grinning. His arms lean against the top of your window.

Excitedly, you get up and run to him as he slips into your room. Your arms wrap around him, and you press your face into his chest. He smells like sweat, cologne, and a hint of alcohol— that must be why he’s become so brave, sneaking into your room like this. You don’t mind. He pulls you to him, and without warning he picks you up and swings you around. You squeal, holding onto his neck as he brings you to your bed and lays you down on it.

“What’s got you so happy?” You ask him. One of his hands grabs your hip while the other comes up to your neck. Your fingers stroke his messy tendrils of hair out of his face. He grins.

“Gettin’ to see you..” he teasingly brings one of your fingers into his mouth, nibbling lightly on your knuckles. “Also, I got a raise.”

You know working as a contractor is no easy job, especially with today’s day and age where money is hard to come by. So the announcement of that has you extremely excited for him.

“That’s fantastic, Ani!” You praise him. You kiss the tip of his nose, and biting your lip as you remember the wetness seeping through your panties, your eyes come down to his chest.

“Didn’t know you had those,” you murmur. Your fingers come down to flick at one of the nipple rings. Anakin sucks in a breath of air, his eyes following your hands on him. “Did they hurt?”

“Like a bitch…” he lets out a tiny sound in the back his throat when you move the barbells side to side and play with them, the stimulation making his cock kick. “Worth it, though. Got em’ a few years ago.”

“Oh yeah? Trying to fit in with the cool kids, old man?”

He snorts, a small smile playing on his lips. “Old man. I’m only fifteen years older than you, little girl.”

“A whole teenager when I was born.” You sigh.

Anakin’s face drops for a moment, curiosity and hint of worry etching across his features.

“Does that bother you?” He questions.

“If it did, I wouldn’t fuck you.” You reply nonchalantly. There’s a playful glint in your eye as you look down at his bulging crotch. “Speaking of…”

You palm him, and he groans lowly.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “Speaking of..”

His knee falls in between your legs, grinding up against the spot that you want him most. “Came to see you, but also came to see this little pussy.”

You whine, rolling your hips up against his touch. His fingers reach between your legs, pulling another mewl out of you as he flicks your clit with his thumb. Anakin coos, mockingly pouting.

“Does it hurt when daddy isn’t touching you, baby?“ You nod your head, and it has Anakin grinning ear to ear. “Thought so. Missed this, honey… missed you purrin’ like a little kitten for me.”

He lifts himself up onto his knees, pulling your legs towards him so your thighs are wrapped around his waist. He lifts your shirt up to your ribs, beginning to leave small kisses as he slips his shirt off of his shoulders. He bites down into your belly, leaving a hint of teeth marks there. All while you’re mewling the whole time— your hands are in his hair, pussy clenching. His arm hits something, mid kiss— what could it be? Pulling away, he takes sight of your journal. Closed, with sparkly pink glitter all over it and your name written in jumbled letters on the front. His curiosity peaks, and he picks it up with raised eyebrows.

“Is this your diary?” He asks, amused. You blush, trying to reach up and grab the book away from him. But he just tsks, and holds your arm down with his much stronger one.

“Wonder what you’ve written in here, baby.”

“No! Don’t do that!” You struggle against him, but to no avail. “Ani, c’mon…”

He flips through the pages with one hand, opening it mid air. And there, in between the pages, falls out a small square photo. Anakin’s Facebook profile picture— him, with his wife. Except his wife isn’t in the photo because you had cut her face out of it.

Anakin should be a little freaked out. Especially since when he continues to flip through the pages, he sees the entry where you had wrote Mrs Skywalker— and Anakin’s name. Just his name, over and over. But he isn’t. Quite the contrary, he gives you another one of his toothy grins and lets out a laugh.

“Jesus, kid. You’re a little stalker, aren’t you?”

“I-I’m not!” You squirm, and he loosens his grip on you. You scramble to put the photo back in between the pages and shut the book abruptly. You hastily move away from Anakin and off the bed to put it into the pink safe in your closet where it belongs. Anakin trails behind you. Quick to forget the pain in your knees as you sit on them and close the lid, you begin to lock up the safe.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” you mutter. You lean forward and nervously fumble through your hair as your hands rest on the lid. “It’s embarrassing.”

“I think it’s cute,” Anakin replies wholeheartedly. But then, his voice has a dangerous lilt to it, as his fingers make their way to the locks of your hair. He grips it tightly, pulling it back so your head lifts to look up at him. He bends down, just enough so he can graze his lips against your ear. “Sweet, even.. you like me a lot. Don’t you, kitten?”

Flushed, you nod your head. He lets go of your hair, and your head drops back to its regular position. You let out a tiny whimper. As you stand up, Anakin watches your tits bounce through your tank top with a hungry stare. His mouth is on yours, then. Hot and heavy, licking into your mouth and shooting white hot heat up the expanse of your spine. It’s so sudden— your knees practically buckle. You love the way he kisses you. Hungry, aching, hot. His arms envelope your body into his much wider one, and he begins to guide you back towards your ruffled pink sheets. Your knees hit the edge of the bed and you tumble down onto them with Anakin’s fit body straddling your legs. His big hands fist the hem of your tank top and pull it up over your chest so he can get a taste of your sweet, plump tits. He grab your wrists and pins them above your head as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Ani..” you moan, watching the way his lashes flutter and he desperately laps at your pebbled bud. He hums, but when you let out a particularly loud whine, he’s putting his hand over your mouth and pulling away.

“Be quiet,” he says. “Don’t wake them up, or you’re in big trouble.”

You nod, obedient, but instead of diving back into your chest, Anakin’s eyes fixate on your pillow wrapped in silky pink satin. He grabs it, positions it on the bed, and lifts your body up. He slides your shorts down your legs, exposing your wet, clenching cunt. He positions the pillow underneath you.

“Hump it, baby. If you’re good, I’ll fuck you nice and hard. How’s that sound?”

You nod, heat creeping up your neck at the thought of Anakin watching you in such a way. Your pussy lips hit the pillow, and you lean onto your hands to gather friction. You move your hips back and forth, and oh, the silk on your sweet cunt makes you drenched. The way it catches just right on your puffy little clit, your pussy beginning to quiver as it gets the stimulation it so desperately needed. Anakin watches, on his knees, and you look back behind you to see him stroking himself. He’s standing in front of the bed, your ass facing him on the edge. He’s got his thick cock out in his hand, his eyes fixated on the fat of your ass and your pussy peeking out from between your legs. The sight only makes you fuck yourself harder.

It isn’t long, with Ani’s depraved little phrases, watching his precum drip down his fist, that you can feel yourself getting close. You desperately hump the pillow with everything you have, little whimpers of, “daddy, daddy, I want it” spilling from your angelic lips. Anakin grunts as he watches you fall apart, your cum coating the pillow in white, gooey strands. Your body relaxes lazily against it, and you can feel Anakin’s cock prodding at your entrance. Your legs shake, the overstimulation making your head spin.

“Ani..” you say, and that’s all it takes for him to slide himself inside of your tight heat. He groans, low and heavy, as he feels your cunt for a second time. Your body still rests on the pillow, and he looks down to watch the little wet patch under it growing evermore prominent. Your cunt is practically dripping on his cock.

“Oh, baby,” he breathes out, his hands grabbing the flesh of your ass. He lands a teasing little smack to one cheek, making you clench and bury your face into the sheets below you. “Aww, look at you. Daddy’s perfect little cocksleeve..”

“All for you,” you moan out, as he begins to thrust inside of you. “This pussy is all yours, daddy.”

And he wants to reply to you. He wants to agree, say that he’s all yours, too. But the both of you know that it isn’t true, that he will never fully be yours. Not if he’s married to her.

He shakes the thoughts out of his head. Not now. Not when he has you all spread out on his aching dick, not when your plump ass is bouncing back against his hips. No, he’s going to savor this. He’s going to spread open all of your holes by the time the night is done.

—

And when he’s done that, after hours of fucking (love making, is what the both of you secretly whisper to each other. Not fucking, not screwing. Just making love), he lays there with you. There is no sense in leaving. Padme has definitely noticed by now, that he’s out and he’s not coming back for the rest of the night. He holds you to him with his big arms and he whispers little stories to you about his life. You tell him about school, about your passions and your dreams. Things you’ve told him a million times before, but things that Anakin doesn’t mind hearing more than once. His fingers draw teasing circles into your naked back, and your eyes almost flutter shut.

Almost.

The sound of loud knocking on the door makes them shoot open. You hear your mother padding downstairs, and you and Anakin look at each other completely frozen.

Padme.

It’s her voice, ringing out through the house, talking to your mother with a cry in her voice.

“He’s doing it again! He’s cheating on me, cheating on me with some skank, he hasn’t come home…”

Your eyes widen, heat creeping up your neck. She’s talking about you. She doesn’t know that, but still. She knows what Anakin is up to, she knows that he’s seeing another woman. Even as hypocritical as she is, being a cheater herself, you fear getting caught.

You want to cry.

Your bottom lip wobbles, crystalline tears threatening to spill, but right before they can you hear footsteps coming up to your room. Your eyes widen, and without even thinking twice you direct Anakin towards the bathroom interconnected into your room. You close the door on him, and gather up the courage to answer whoever is on the other side as you hastily throw your clothes back on and hide your cum stained pillow.

You look at yourself in the mirror, fucked out and hair messy, but you can just say you were asleep.

Your hand on the doorknob, you let out a breath of air as you open it.

It’s her. She’s covered in rain, and she’s crying.

“I’m sorry to wake you up,” she says to you. You try not to gape like a fish. “Your mom said you had an extra blanket in here. I’m sleeping in the guest bedroom, and the comforter isn’t washed yet.”

You gulp, your heart beating out of your chest, but you manage a smile.

“Yeah. Sure, Padme. Wait there.”

You leave the door open merely a crack, and you move to grab the extra blanket sitting in a basket in the farthest corner of the room. You open the door back up and lend it to her. She says thank you, and wanders down the hall.

You close the door with an ache plaguing your chest.

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[citrustan]

slipping through my fingers [4] (myg)

title: and the hits keep coming 2.0

pairing: min yoongi x reader genre: dilf!yoongi, exes and co-parents au, angst!, fluff, smut summary: just when you thought yoongi couldn't surprise you anymore, it happens again. warnings: [other parts should be read before this one] a lot more feelings of insecurity and sad vibes, yoongi stepping over oc's boundaries, oc being disrespected yet again (nothing new nothing changed same old shit same old fucking shit)

You were tempted to ignore him, but with Nao involved, you couldn’t avoid dealing with him.

“You should go eat. I can just talk to him for you…?” Taehyung suggests as he watches you contemplate your next move.

That would be great help to you. While you couldn’t afford to avoid him forever, maybe a few days wouldn’t hurt. So, with an overwhelming and shaky sigh, you passed the phone to him.

He hurriedly motions for you to leave the room. And you reluctantly do so.

Taehyung scrunches his nose and shuts the door in your face.

Fighting the urge to hold a glass against the door, you forced yourself to wait in the kitchen till he was done.

On the other side of the door, Taehyung angrily exhales, taking his own sweet time to answer your phone. Then the call drops.

Not even a second later, the loud ringtone fills the room once again. It reeks of desperation.

“Hello?”

No response.

He tries again, “Hello?”

“…Taehyung?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

After another pause, the voice scoffs, “Figures.”

A bit taken aback, Taehyung bit his tongue, “What do you want?”

Taehyung hears nothing back. “Yoongi? Why’d you call?”

“I called _____, not you.”

“Well, she can’t talk now.”

Now it was Yoongi’s turn to bite back. “This has nothing to do with you, Tae. I just need to talk to her.”

“You can’t. You have me instead. What more do you have to say?”

There’s yet another long pause.

“How is she?”

Taehyung almost laughs in disbelief, “You can’t be serious. How do you think, Yoongi? Is the future Mrs. Min okay with you asking about your ex?”  

“Careful, Taehyung-”

“Does everyone else know already?”  

“Of course not, I went straight to _____’s. And nobody can know about it either. We’re not ready. I just…”

Taehyung grew more confused the longer Yoongi took to speak.

“I need to talk to her, Taehyung. I really… I messed up.”

“Did something more happen?”

Another pause.

“No. I just had to check in… Can I come by tomorrow? I still need to drop Mimi off.”

“Uh… right, about that. Listen…” Taehyung thinks for a second, “I think, maybe it’d be better if you just let her breathe for a moment. And I’ll come get Naomi.”

Another pause.

“Did she ask for that?”

Taehyung had half a mind to lie about it but he refrained, deciding that the truth would hurt him more. “You know she’d never. She’s too… stupid-” Stupidly in love with you. “-and you need to stop taking advantage of her; you need to hold back, Yoongi. You can’t go running to her for everything anymore.”

Yoongi knew he was in the wrong, but was annoyed that Taehyung was the one to tell him that.

Still a little in denial, he childishly spits, “Fine, bye. Get here before 7.”

Taehyung wanted to retaliate but he was immediately met with a little digital sound indicating that Yoongi had hung up on him.

A little bemused, Taehyung pulls your purple Samsung away from his ear and stares at it--- “So fucking typical.”

As Taehyung steps out of your room, he almost bulldozes you down.

“Jesus, _____.” Frowning, he asks, “Were you eavesdropping?”

You shook your head and wordlessly waved a jar of tiramisu in front of his nose.

Taehyung eyes you suspiciously, “I’m going to pick Naomi up tomorrow.”

When he says that, your face visibly drops. You didn’t actually expect Yoongi to pull away so fast. Was his girlfriend already keeping him from you now? You almost wanted to smack yourself in the head for thinking like you owned him.

Taehyung debates on whether he should elaborate or wait to see if you ask about it.

But you just gently and nonchalantly nod, “Right, of course. That’s okay. Please bring her here by 7.”

“He didn’t ask for this!” Taehyung blurts.

Your expression doesn’t change.

A little intimidated, he looked straight at his feet and explained, “I offered to pick her up. But Yoongi called because he wanted to talk to you. I just told him that I thought it was a bad idea.”

When he doesn’t hear you react, he slowly looks up at you, suddenly feeling miniscule. And he swore he could see steam coming out of your ears.

Taking a deep breath, you stare into his eyes, “You need to stop overstepping. You’ve done it once already. You need to stop.”

He almost felt the heat radiating from you.  

Almost as if he didn’t actually expect you to react so negatively, he asks, “_____... You’re really mad about this?”

You slam your jar on the coffee table and storm off into the kitchen.

“The first time you meddled, Yoongi left me. The second time, he happened to meet his future wife. What’s it going to be now?”

Taehyung was stunned, “Are you kidding me? Are you just mad that I’m looking out for you in ways you yourself wouldn’t or do you really believe that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you planned it all,” you glare at him accusingly.

Too stunned to digest what you accused him of, his eyes just widened in bewilderment. “_____. I- Planned what, _____?”

You tip your head forward in mockery, “Planned what? Take a guess.”

The room fills with silence once more.

Taehyung shook his head, “I’m going to ignore all of that. And fine, I’ll ask him to call you back then.”

“No!” – “No?” He parrots.

“I don’t want him to call me.” You almost whine. You don’t even know what you truly want. (Actually, you do.)

“Okay.” Taehyung nodded reassuringly, his hands grasping at your elbows, “He won’t. I’ll bring Naomi back tomorrow. Okay?” But you shook your head obstinately, “No, I want her back now.”

“Right now?” - “Now.”

“_____...” He looked at the grandfather clock on your wall.

Cringing a little, Taehyung attempts to reason with you, “_____, it’s Yoongi’s turn to have her.”

“Yeah, that’s a spoken agreement, not a written and notarized thing. He can’t stop me from wanting to spend time with my daughter.” You’re sure this is evil _____ speaking and it’s as if you can’t control her.  

Taehyung nervously cracks his knuckles. He doesn’t have a counter argument. You are Naomi’s mother and arguably the primary caretaker after all. He figures he owes you this.

“So, will you get her back for me?” You weren’t really giving him an option.

Taehyung knew your word was final. Either way, he wouldn’t police you on being a mother. “Let me give Yoongi a call, okay?”

“You do that. I’ll make you something to eat before you go!” You smile sweetly.

Not quite sure of your strategy here, all you knew was that you wanted your daughter with you. It was your way of gaining some control back in your life. You don’t have it in you to think of whether or not this was ethical or right. You just did not want to spiral.

From the kitchen, you could faintly hear Taehyung on the phone.

You take note of his assertiveness and slap some extra mortadella on his sandwich. He deserved it for putting up with you. You couldn’t think of anyone else who’d still be with you and handle your mood swings.

Was that normal or just sad? You do not want to think.

In your mind, you were satisfied in life. Sometimes you regret bringing up marriage with Yoongi. Maybe if you hadn’t forced the idea on him, you could’ve been in Hyejin’s place now.

The fact that you’re even in this position is ridiculous. Sooner or later you’d have to face… everything. The reason they’re getting married and you aren’t. The fact that they might have Nao be a part of their wedding and you’d just have to smile and nod, that Nao may have another parental figure, that you won’t be Yoongi’s bride or a bride at all, ever, and that maybe you’ve lost Yoongi’s companionship forever.

You had to step out for a bit.

Right at that moment, Taehyung emerges from the living room into the kitchen.

Sighing, he starts, “So, he agreed. He wants to know if everything’s okay. Of course, I know it isn’t but I told him he had nothing to worry about. And he didn’t buy it.” –

You push the little ceramic plate towards him, “Eat your sandwich.”

Taking a large bite out of it, Taehyung thanks you and adds, “--- by the way, your food is on the dining table, I didn’t actually give it away, you know?”

“I saw it,” you confirmed, “Jus’ not hungry.”

Quickly changing the topic back to Nao, you ask, “So, can Nao be back now or…?”

“Yeah. Here’s the thing…” He stalled. “Nao’s coming now.”

A gulp. You think he’s swallowing his food.

“Yoongi’s coming with.”

‘Why do you always bring me bad news?’ is what you wanted to ask. Instead, you squeak out a “When?”

“Twenty minutes? Told me Nao was already dolled up or something.” He finishes his sandwich and washes the plate.

In a soothing tone, Taehyung proposes, “Why don’t you head down to the pâtisserie? I’ll receive them. You don’t have to worry about seeing him, okay?”

You appreciated his offer but chose to decline it, “No. It’s okay. I need to tidy up anyway,” – “_____, I’ll do it for you. I know how you like it. Go take a walk or grab a sweet treat or something, yes?”

“No, it’ll take too long for you to do it by yourself. You can help me though. Just do my bed, please?” You’re already walking off.

Taehyung follows you into your room but doesn’t have a chance to stop you, you’re already stripping down and into your ‘serious cleaning’ clothes. It’s just an old dress and rubber gloves.

Sometimes, Taehyung mourns what you and Yoongi could have been. You’re perfect for each other. The two of you just needed to work on your communication a little. He’s thinking about how much of you Yoongi’s missing out on and can’t help but scoff. In pop culture terms, he really fumbled you.

Suddenly you gasp, “Did you watch me change?” Aimed at the man.

“No!” Vehemently shaking his head, he repeats, “Not intentionally! I was zoned out!”

“Wow, calm down, I don’t mind, you know that.” You smile sweetly once again.

Grabbing a pillow, he sighs. Sometimes, he thinks you toy with him on purpose. He really can’t tell.

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Forty minutes go by yet there has been no sign of Nao or Yoongi. No calls or messages, no updates whatsoever.

You ought to get Nao a little phone for herself. How had you not thought of this before? It’ll probably be a lot more useful now.

You were nervously readjusting the doilies in a circle over and over again when the doorbell suddenly rang.

Taehyung’s resting figure suddenly snapped upright, “I’ll get it.”

However, you were closer to the door and got to it before he could take two steps.

When you open the door, you wished Taehyung would’ve beaten you to it. You wish you had taken that walk or chosen to buy yourself a sweet drink; because you couldn’t even have guessed what was waiting for you on the other side of the door.

Nothing could have prepared you to see your ex-boyfriend with his current girlfriend and your daughter. Together. All of them. Holding hands. In front of you for the very first time. All of them.

While Yoongi had the decency of looking literally anywhere but in your eyes, you couldn’t say the same about his girlfriend. Fiancée.

Hyejin, placed between your daughter and your ex, exhaled a dreamy smile. “I hope you don’t mind me intruding, _____! Nao-chan wanted to show you our matching hairstyle!”

Bewildered and wordless, all you could do was smile and nod. You mechanically turn your head to look at Nao, who sported a baby pink lock of hair amongst her regular, natural hair identical to Hyejin’s.

You nodded and stepped aside, briefly bumping into Taehyung who looked just as uncomfortable as Yoongi, making space for the lovely family to step into your home. Your eyes were glued to your feet.

Just like always, before you take a drastic step, your daughter grounds you as she runs to you and clings to your lower half. Although, the pink strands of hair brushing against you almost make you lose it all. Almost.

Following which Taehyung breaks the tension by awkwardly, yet warmly greeting the pair, taking a load off of you.

You needed to lie down.

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note: sorry! it probably gets better! i think this one has a few edits pending but i couldn't waitttt

#fic: slipping through my fingers #yoongi fluff #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fic #yoongi smut #yoongi scenarios #yoongi x oc #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #min yoongi x reader #suga x reader #bts yoongi x reader #yoongi angst #dilf yoongi #ex boyfriend yoongi #yoongi exes au #yoongi co-parents au #dilf bts #bts angst #min yoongi x oc #min yoongi x you #min yoongi smut #yoongi series

[cazmonaut]

is it madness?

#loki laufeyson #loki series #loki fanart #art #loki art #loki dark world #loki #mcu #marvel #do get help #im not doing get help #glorius purpose #im in love #men #but not a man if u know what i mean #genderfluid #tom hiddleston #painting #i love dilfs #happy birthday tom

[princeyralsei]

anyway

#time isn't real #rip to Queen Elizabeth and sorry Reigen <3 #you will always be our twink dilf #supernatural #destiel #spn #undertale #sans #reigen arataka #reigen #sanssweep #sansweep #sans sweep #tumblr sexyman poll #posting this a bit early bc i will forget kahsjwjwk #the series of events was truly WILD nothing could compare except destiel confession election day #hermie's rants #my post #my posts

[theladyofdeath]

When We Were Young {9}

The DILF series, part 3.

Ship: Hunt x Bryce

Summary: After a series of tragic events, Bryce is forced to raise her daughter alone until her ex and father of her child, Hunt, gets discharged from the military. When he comes back to town, Bryce finds that the past cannot simply be forgotten.

Warnings: Mature content throughout. Language, sex, drinking, etc. 

Written with @theladyofdeath.

nsfw 18+

Then.

Hunt stared at the airplane that would take him back to Pangera. 

So many different emotions had flooded his body the past few days that now he just felt numb. He supposed that was a good thing, considering what he’d be going back to, but he hated it. 

Everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong.

He’d gone back to Bryce’s apartment the night before to say goodbye to Lennox but Bryce never left her room. It was Ruhn that sat with Hunt while he rocked his newborn.

Next time he saw her, she would be a toddler.

The thought brought him to tears as he waited to board, even though that numbness remained.

He had come home with hope for the future and was now leaving with absolutely nothing. 

He had lost Bryce.

With her, he had practically lost his child.

Was she even truly his? She shared his blood but didn’t have his last name. No one would know. People would think Bryce was doing this on her own, that whatever piece of shit had fathered her child had left her.

They had no idea that he had no choice. He’d signed that choice away before Lennox had even been created.

He pushed the thought away as the door to the aircraft opened and the soldiers that surrounded him said teary goodbyes to their loved ones.

Hunt stood alone and was the first to walk up the steps and onto the plane.

Once he made it back to base, the days blurred together. He woke up, obeyed commands, and went to bed, doing nothing else. His friends would ask him to join them for a game or a drink, but he would decline. In a week, he would be back on the front lines. For now, he just wanted to dwell in his misery.

He had tried calling Bryce, just once, after he landed but she had never answered, never replied.

He sent her a text asking her to send updates on Lennox often.

She hadn’t replied to that, either. 

He gave up. He knew Bryce, he knew when to stop, so he did and he would continue his silence until she made the first move.

Maybe he was being childish.

He knew he was being childish.

He didn’t care.

It was nearly a year later when he heard from her next. He’d received a message letting him know there was a request for a video chat from Valbara, and he knew the date, but he tried not to get his hopes up. Twice now, he’d accepted the appointment for the video chat, expecting to see Bryce’s face, or at least his daughter’s, only to find Baxian on the other side of the camera. Regardless, it would be nice to see him, so he accepted the invite and would be waiting in front of the computer at four o’clock on the dot.

He’d just returned from a full fire fight, civilians everywhere, and was still sporting stitches through his right eyebrow from some shrapnel. He was drained, both physically and mentally, but the chance that it might be them…

Hunt told himself he was over Bryce as he showered the dirt and blood and ash off of himself before the video call. It had almost been a full year since he’d seen her, spoken to her. Almost a year since she’d broken his heart. It might hurt a bit, to see her, but he’d get over it.

Even if he hadn’t moved on from her in the physical sense.

There was something…unfinished between them and every time he’d get close, every time he’d find someone to take home from the bars he very rarely got to visit, he’d hesitate at the last minute.

Maybe, if it really was Bryce calling him, he’d finally get some closure between them.

Hunt sat in front of the screen and waited until the clock hit the hour. On the dot, Bryce’s call number popped up on the screen and Hunt closed his eyes. After a deep breath, he answered.

Once the screen cleared, Bryce’s face popped up and she was holding an infant that looked far different from his newborn daughter.

He was speechless.

She had a full head of dark red hair and those eyes had ended up settling into a color far darker than they had been.

She had his eyes. Hunt must have cleared on their screen because Lennox looked at him and giggled.

He was on the verge of crying, but begged himself not to. He’d gotten a couple of pictures throughout the months, but none for a while, and with no words accompanying them.

“Happy birthday,” Hunt said, at last, although he could barely get the words out. He cleared his throat. “I, uh, wasn’t sure you’d call.”

“I wasn’t sure you’d answer,” Bryce replied, and Hunt thought it was a shitty greeting.

They fell into an uncomfortable silence for a moment, but then Hunt said, “I want to be in her life, Bryce. It would be nice if I could talk to my daughter more often.”

Bryce sighed and started rubbing her temples. “Look, I’m exhausted so if you’re wanting to fight-.”

“Why do you assume I want to fight?” Hunt asked, unable to stop the bite in his voice, and Lennox started to fuss. He paused, taking a deep breath. “I don’t want to fight, Bryce. Thank you for letting me see her on her birthday.”

“You’re welcome,” she replied, and he could see the exhaustion she mentioned lining her face.

Lennox wasn’t the only one who looked different after a year. Bryce’s hair was shorter than he’d ever seen it, just past her shoulders. She looked older somehow.

Clearing her throat, she brought Hunt back to the conversation. “What happened to your eye?”

He almost told her the true extent of how deep the shit he was in was, but paused. Even if she didn’t act like she cared, he didn’t want her to worry. “Training exercise that got a bit too rough.”

She nodded, and looked down at Lennox. “Do you want to show daddy what your first word was?”

She was looking up at Bryce and back to the screen. Hunt was holding his breath.

Lennox was quiet, as if she was suddenly feeling very shy. Bryce gave him a rueful smile. “It was dada,” she told him. “Mama was close behind though.”

“Dada,” he breathed, as if he couldn’t believe it. He was watching her squirm around in Bryce’s lap. “Is she walking?”

“Just started,” she replied. “She’s been crawling since she was eight months. Started eating solids around then, too. Cut her first tooth two days after she was nine months. She—”

“I feel like I’m getting an inspection report from my commanding officer,” Hunt interrupted, shaking his head. “This sounds like an interview. Is it that hard to have a normal conversation with me?”

Bryce hesitated. “I thought you’d just like to know everything that’s happened.”

“I want to know everything that happens when it happens,” Hunt said, voice low. “Not three months later.”

“Well, we don’t really have that luxury,” she replied, simply. “Do you know how many times I’ve tried to contact you and you’ve been unavailable?”

“I can’t help that,” Hunt said, trying his best to keep his voice, his tone, steady. “I’m off the base more than I’m on. Sometimes I don’t get a break for days at a time-.”

“I’m not blaming you,” she said, and Lennox was giving her such a hard time that she eventually gave up and set her down. The second her feet hit the ground, she was off. “That’s just the reality, Hunt. As long as you’re gone, I’m going to have to give you the summary.”

Hunt shook his head as he looked away from the screen. Quietly, he said, “I signed a contract. I can’t just-.”

“I know,” she said. Apparently interruptions were now a strength of hers. “It is what it is, alright? I just wanted…I’m glad you got to tell her happy birthday.”

It was no use having a conversation with her. It was going nowhere and all it would cause was wasted emotion. So, he said simply, “Me too.”

It was quiet for a minute before she said, “I’m seeing someone, Hunt.”

He didn’t expect it to hurt as badly as it did, the closure he’d so badly yearned for. But there it was.

“Good for you.” His voice was thick and he directed the conversation somewhere else, anywhere else from where it was currently headed. “Write to me. When she’s done something new, hit a new milestone, write to me. Send me a postcard, I don’t give a shit what you do, just let me know when things happen. I don’t want to find it all out at once, I want to find out when it happens.”

Her voice hardened, as if she knew he was about to cut the call short. “Don’t you want to say goodbye to your daughter?”

“That’s the only reason I’m still on the line.”

He saw her jaw lock and she stood, crossing to where Lennox had dumped out a basket of toys and was currently smashing a small stuffed rabbit against a crinkly, sensory book. As soon as she was in her mother’s arms, Hunt heard the babbling.

“Dadadadadada.”

He didn’t hide the tears that fell as he waited for Bryce to sit back down in front of the computer. When she did, his daughter’s dark eyes were on him through the screen almost immediately. She babbled again and Hunt was fairly sure hearing her say that, say dada, was worth all of it, even the heartache and all the shit with Bryce. It was worth it, as long as Lennox was safe and happy and healthy.

“Goodbye, sweetheart,” he crooned to her and even though his eyes were on his daughter, he saw Bryce flinch at the familiar nickname he’d reserved for her. “Daddy loves you so much. Happy birthday.”

He waved through the camera and was delighted when she waved back, even going so far as to give him a little “Buh-bye” before she was squirming off her mother’s lap and off to crawl around the living room behind her.

He watched her for a moment, but then gave his attention back to the woman on the other side of the camera. “Bryce—”

“Goodbye, Hunt,” she said, abruptly, and the screen went black.

He didn’t give a shit who all was around as he laid his head on the desk in front of him and cried.

Once his tears had dried, once he realized that there was nothing and no one tying him to Lunathion, Hunt made his way down to the bar and had gotten completely shitfaced.

It was why he woke up the next morning, sun streaming into his windows at an angle he wasn’t used to seeing so early in the day.

Because it wasn’t early in the day.

Looking at his watch, Hunt was horrified to see that it was nearly eleven, but relieved that it was his day off. After the battle the day before, and his fight with Bryce, he’d deserved it. Even if his CO wouldn’t give a shit about his fight with his ex.

The pounding in his head was too much to deal with so he decided to ignore what few things he wanted to get done today and go back to sleep.

Until the bed shifted next to him.

He turned and found a pair of curious, brown eyes staring at him. He blinked back. “Hi.”

She gave him a devious smile that immediately told him the reason she was in his bed. “Hi to you.”

She was beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous.

“I…” Hunt was at a loss for words. His head was killing him, he had no recollection of anything after getting to the bar, and he was too drained to try. “Look, I’m going to be up front with you. I have no clue what your name is.”

She laughed. “I know. You told me when we got back here. But you also told me about four times that the whole reason you were at the bar was to get shitfaced and forget about your problems.” Getting comfortable and re-situating the pillow beneath her head, she went on. “I’d say we did just that.”

He blinked at her. She still hadn’t told him her name. In hopes that she would tell him hers, he told her his. “I’m Hunt.”

“I know that, too. I wasn’t nearly as drunk as you,” she replied, eyes sparkling. Suddenly, she scooted closer, draping a leg over his body.

His naked body.

Without another word, she climbed on top of him and it took everything in him not to look at the breasts that were brushing against his bare chest. “If I tell you my name, can we go again?”

He had no idea what was going on. “What?”

She reached between them and gripped his cock, standing proud, thanks to his morning wood. He groaned and she stroked him as her lips neared his. “My name is Shahar. Nice to meet you.”

The years passed.

Bryce wrote and sent pictures with every milestone. She called when she could, when he was available, but only to talk to Lennox, which is all Hunt expected and wanted. 

By the time she turned five, it all seemed natural, this life and the relationship he had with his daughter. It was all he knew at this point even though it would never seem like enough.

He got to talk to her for the first time in months when he was on leave for a few days just outside of the capital with his fellow soldiers. Lennox spent the majority of the call showing him her collection of My Little Ponies. 

He gave his undivided attention to each one.

Bryce never said a word. 

At first, it hurt, but then it became natural. At least, the closest thing to natural that Hunt ever thought they would get. 

He and Shahar crossed paths more than once. In fact, they crossed paths often. Every time Hunt found himself on leave in that village outside of city limits, he would meet her there.

They would spend their hours in bed with one another, but nothing ever came of it. At least, nothing came of it that came close to what he’d had with Bryce.

On Lennox’s sixth birthday, he had been away in battle and had missed the call.

He’d talked to her that Christmas, though, and let her know she had a gift headed her way, just as she did for every holiday. 

That Christmas he sent a five foot tall stuffed unicorn.

He’d heard from Bryce about that, considering it took up a fourth of her room. 

Lennox’s seventh birthday went by and by the time her eighth rolled around, he rarely had any days off. He spent every day, every hour, every minute on the front lines, caring for the citizens of Pangera, protecting them against their own corrupt government. 

It was exhausting, but he knew he was doing the right thing.

Even if it meant he talked to Lennox less and less.

Although he and Bryce never spoke, he always thought of her. She never left his mind, never left his heart. Even when he’d been with Shahar, or one of the others that he never saw again, his love for Bryce Quinlan never went away.

He missed her most as he laid awake in his tent at night, listening to the battle beyond. He would close his eyes and picture her face, in hopes of ignoring the world around him, the battle raging outside.

She was his safe place whether she still loved him or not.

It had been a long day of battle and protection and their convoy was making its way back to base. His eyes were closed, head tilted back against his headrest when he heard one of the soldiers clear their throat. “Captain, can we—”

The next thing he knew, the SUV was on its side, and he was crawling up and out the passenger window, ordering that same soldier to cover their asses as they figured out what the fuck had happened. An ambush, he realized, as he shouldered his weapon and shot at what hostiles he could see.

His second-in-command was yelling something to him when his back felt like it was on fire. He screamed as his knees hit the dirt, pain shooting up and down his back. He blacked out, fading in and out of consciousness as he felt his men moving him. Pain in his torso and his arms told him he’d been shot more than once.

“Move, move, Athalar is down, and—”

The explosion felt like it shook the whole world, but it likely only felt that way thanks to Hunt’s proximity to the truck that was there and then a moment later, it was not. He was thrown, his body hitting the ground and rolling another ten feet before it came to a stop on the hard, rocky ground.

Hunt took a deep breath. It rattled in his chest.

This was it. The final moments of his life.

He had come to terms with mostly everything. He would never get to watch Lennox grow up, but there was a chance he wouldn’t get to do that anyways. He would always love Bryce Quinlan, always miss her. He hoped she had been able to move on and find true happiness. 

Hunt always knew he would die on the battlefield. And as the darkness overcame him and he released his final breath, he waited to see what would greet him on the other side.

<.>

Bright, white institutional lighting greeted him as his eyes squinted open.

For a moment, he thought that the afterlife was not as grand as everyone had made it seem, but then he realized that he was still alive. Through some miracle, or tragedy, he was still breathing, and now he was staring at the ceiling in one of the medical wards. 

He tried to move but pain shot through his body. He cried out, his vision going dark once more. 

When he awoke, the lights were a little dimmer, his bed a little more comfortable. It seemed that he had moved out of one bed and into another, in another room completely. He shifted and found that he was alone as his vision came back to him. It still hurt when he moved, but not to the point of blacking out. 

A nurse came in a moment later and praised her gods that he had awoken. They took a look at him, and then it all came rushing back.

Visions from the ambush flooded his memory and he tried his best to suppress them, to push them away. 

They told him that he had been shot four times throughout the attack.

One of the bullets had come close to his spine. 

He would walk again, but it would take physical therapy. It would be provided for him at no cost for his service.

The next couple of months flew by.

Every day was the same.

He woke up, he ate breakfast, he went to physical therapy, then to regular therapy. After that, he had another meal, lunch or dinner, he wasn’t sure, but he ate enough that he didn’t feel light headed, and then he went to bed. 

It wasn’t until he was able to walk without grimacing that Hunt found himself sitting in the Colonel’s office.

“They say you’re making incredible progress,” his Colonel said. “They’ve never seen such progress.”

Hunt simply nodded. He had a feeling he wasn’t in there for small talk.

“Look, Hunt,” the older man sighed, crossing his hands on his desk. “We’re sending you home.”

Everything after that was a blur. 

Hunt asked why he wouldn’t be going back to the field.

He was told it was because he was only months away from his contract ending and he was not strong enough to be of any use to his fellow soldiers. If he were to go back out there, he’d be dead in a minute. 

His time was up.

He had served his country well.

He was going home.

The meeting was short, which seemed incredulous considering he’d given everything to his unit for the past nine years. Now that he was injured, he would be discarded as if none of it had ever mattered. 

In a matter of days, his personal effects, the few personal things he owned, were boxed up and would be arriving in Lunathion within the week and his plane ticket was booked.

All that was left was to go home.

It didn’t occur to him, until his flight was taking off, that he should have called Bryce.

He thought about her the whole time, thought about Lennox. He hadn’t seen a picture of her in nearly six months.

As soon as he got off the plane, he called Baxian, expecting him to be in the city. He wasn’t, but got the okay to stay at his place until he found one of his own. He stopped by, dropping his bag off, and then was hailing a taxi and hauling ass across town. He’d kept Lennox’s last letter she sent him, realizing it and the letter before it had come from a different address than she’d previously written him from. He rattled it off to the taxi driver and before he knew it, he was standing in front of a fancy high rise. It was the kind with a doorman, the ones that gave you permission to enter, but thankfully a group of people was walking in just as he was getting out of his cab.

Glancing at his watch, he saw it was after ten. The group was definitely drunk, so they didn’t even notice when he tagged along on the elevator ride. They got out on the third floor, he continued on to the ninth.

906.

He counted the doors until he found the one he was looking for, not shocked when he found the sign in the middle of the wreath read Fuck Off in elegant script.

Definitely Bryce Quinlan’s handiwork.

Taking a deep breath, Hunt paused before the front door.

And then he knocked.

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[mobius-m-mobius]

#a man who DESERVES A SLICE OF PIE

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[forcemeanakin]

𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 ('𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝗱) - 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟯

•WARNINGS: SMUT. Age gap !!! Infidelity kink !!! (you’ve been warned, so if you do not agree pls leave because I’ll delete any hateful comments about this) Actual cheating. Dirty talk, teasing and sex in a public space, voyeurism, praising kink, bit of degrading, handjob (m and f receiving), oral sex (f receiving). Mentions of an unhappy relationship/divorce/troubled marriage.

Pairing: dilf!Anakin Skywalker x female!reader.

Series Summary: Luke takes you home for Life’s Day. On the edge of giving up on you two, Skywalker manages to light up a fire inside of you again. Problem is… wrong Skywalker.

Part One - Part Two

Part Three Summary: How could Mr. Skywalker resist such a pretty little thing like yourself when you come into his workshop with dessert?

Word count: 4.1 K.

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD, english is my second language, so please be gentle. If there are any mistakes, pls let me know in private so I can correct them, thanks :) Also I have a serious issue between differentiating “in” and “on” situations, so bare with me lmao. 

Thank you so much for the comments in my last post! Your excitement makes me want to write even more :) seriously thank you! And I'm sorry if I forgot to tag someone, pls let me know if I missed you!

“You missed dessert.”

It took Anakin a second to realize that he wasn’t delusional, that your voice wasn’t a product of his imagination.

You were here, in his workshop. 

With actual pie.

“Shouldn't you be upstairs, Y/n? It 's pretty late.” Anakin spoke without disconnecting his attention from the welding happening in his project.

You delayed your response, walking towards him and placing the plate on the counter, sliding it to him. Elbows on the surface, you supported your head on your knuckles, widening your eyes in innocence in case he indulged in looking up. 

“I could ask that as well.” You got closer, taking a spot at his left side to admire the precision in which he was attaching cables. “Life Day's morning is tomorrow, we should be up pretty early. We’re also going skating.”

Anakin scrunched his face like he had forgotten about it and he was not eagerly expecting the trip.

“You can’t not go, it’s our last day here.” You murmured with a velvety voice, sending goosebumps through his spine. 

“I’ve seen that fucking lake enough for a lifetime. I’m sure I won’t miss much.” He stuck his tongue out, inching his head forward to appreciate his manual work better.

“You’ll miss me.”

Anakin, having everything on the line, was too careful not to slip and fall. Because of that, your grand gestures and obvious advances were deflected by him every single time. Except that one time he did indulge. That one time where you weren’t even trying and he, by his own doing, fell into temptation. Only when commands a situation, or when he thinks he is, he lets himself free fall into his instincts.

“I’ll miss you.” You added, playing with the little metal panel that seemed the right size to fit the droid part he was fixing. 

“I don’t think you miss me when you have Luke’s tongue down your throat.”

He bit the words, gripping the tool with more force in between his fingers, clearly upset. You hid a playful smirk.

“That’s when I miss you the most.” You whispered, grazing his ear shell with your lips, caressing the pull-up sleeve from his shirt.

He tensed at the ministration, blinking fast to return to his previous state of concentration, “To all of this, where’s your boyfriend? Doesn’t he have a promise to fulfill?”

Honestly, it was your fault for trusting Luke’s empty words. Again. But you were enjoying Anakin’s visible jealousy.

“Luke wanted to go straight to sleep… said he was stuffed from dinner. Not a lot of energy to do anything.” You briefly whined with a voice so low, Anakin could barely hear you with the noise of the machine.

So he stopped, pushing himself back onto his chair so he could look up to you without obstacles. His chair was set just a few inches lower to work better. Anakin’s eyes followed your figure from head to toe, casually lingering on the bit of skin that showed from the slit of your attire. Just like at the dinner table, he was struggling and was unsure that he would be able to escape harmlessly this time.

“I’m kind of jealous to be honest.” You mumbled, staring at the mess of parts, walking until you were in between him and the counter. Trapped in between his spreading legs, your chest was right on his eye line and you hadn’t changed your dress. “I wish I was stuffed as well.”

Gulping harshly, Anakin built up the strength to stare at your intense gaze, basically condemning himself. Because the minute he saw the hungry spark shining from them, he knew there wasn’t a single bone in him that would deny you if you asked for him again. 

His strong, yet shy hand, climbed up your leg like a moth to a flame until he was able to grasp the fat of your thigh. Feeling your softness against his palm had him on the edge of staining his pants. With a little pull from his part, it took you mere seconds to obey his silent command and sit on his lap. Anakin’s curious hand continued to brush your bare leg, rejoicing in the way your breath would accelerate when his hand went up and how you bit your lip whenever it came down. 

It also didn’t help that his other arm was wrapped around your waist, thumb miming the motion of his hand, but on your hip, trapping you in his embrace. Expectant of what would be his next move, you shyly waited for whenever he would peel his eyes from your slit and reciprocate the attention, this time on your face. 

On your lips. 

Like he was reading your mind, Anakin’s eyes slowly moved up your curves until he met your needy orbs, noses softly grazing each other at the proximity. Breath getting out of control at the shift of energy, warmth expanding all over your skin and clit throbbing in anticipation. You deviated your eyes momentarily to sneak a peek of the deliciously rich piece of pie laying on the table and he benefited from the newly acquired angle to caress your throat with his lips.

“Just a taste?” You murmured, looking at him through your eyelashes, intentionally inching closer to brush his lips with yours.

Was he going to do it? Take the next step?

Would he dare?

Would you dare?

Surpringsily, Anakin nodded swiftly, leaning into the intoxicating pull of your mouth. “Just a taste.”

Anakin’s lips tasted so much better the second time around, it tasted like victory. And you made it a personal goal of yours to show him how grateful you were that he finally caved in. Wasting no time, in case he changed his mind, your hands found their home in Anakin’s curls, the silky feeling of them a new aphrodisiac to you and apparently to him, by the way he was growling at your clasp.

His sneaky tongue barely asked for permission when it was already intruding into your mouth, licking everything on its way. Giving up on trying to take the lead, you surrendered to his rough pace and enjoyed the delicious sensation of his warm, wet tongue against your lips. Anakin would take advantage of your dumb state and hanging mouth to suck however he pleased, smirking because the only thing your mind could process was imitate his dirty moves. Until he bit your bottom lip, making sure your brain wasn’t already melted before he could even start ruining you.  

When you pulled his hair, only because he had taken the party downstairs and was violently grabbing your ass, it was like you had awakened a beast. Out of nowhere, Anakin stood up, holding you by your thighs and placing you on the surface of his tool table. His shirt’s buttons were discarded early in the makeout session, granting you the space necessary to roam your palms all over his strong pecs and firm shoulder blades. And when you tried to wrap your legs around his waist, hinting right where you wanted him, he clasped his fists around your ankles, spreading you open without breaking the liplock. He was even more aggressive with the leverage his height gave him.

“Just a taste…” He grunted again, lifting up the skirt of your dress until it was tangled enough to give him a good view of your thong. He clicked his tongue at the sight of your spicy choice of underwear. “Almost like you had planned it all along.”

Shamelessly, so outrageously shameless, you drifted your legs further apart, making him snicker. 

“Well, did you?” He wandered, sliding your damped panties down your legs.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since yesterday.” You breathed out, shivering at the breeze fanning your burning core. “I’ve never wanted something so bad.” Urged eyes glued directly to Anakin’s groin. 

Anakin grinned a triumphant smile. That could’ve easily been a lie, but he doubted it. He recognized a brat when he saw one. Holding your foot like it was a delicate piece of glass, Anakin set the nibbling starting point right on your ankle and followed a beeline straight to your weeping cunt. His hot breath made you shiver in anticipation, whimpering to show off your desperation in case this would reach his sensible side.

“When was the last time you had an orgasm before me, baby? Without doing it yourself?” He breathed, roaming his hands up your legs, the contact so rough and intimate  at the same time.

You hated that question, it embarrassed you. 

“Mmm… Uhh-” You thought out loud, mind going blank as Anakin’s smooches went higher up. “F-four months?” You hissed.

“You’ve been dating Luke for three.” He did the math in his head. 

Oh.

Your face turning in shame had his eyes widening.

It would be a lie if Anakin said that he wasn’t mad at his son for dragging the Skywalker name in the mud. For keeping such a needy thing like yourself restricted from gratification. With how sexual you were, four months were an eternity. Nonetheless, Anakin was a fixer and you were his next project.

“Desperate little thing, aren’t you? This slutty pussy can’t wait to have something inside of it. Anything.” Anakin mocked you, testing your sanity as he delayed contact with your core by redirecting his foreplay into the inner side of your thighs.

“That’s not true.” You fought with a trembling voice, observing how Anakin got closer and closer to delivering exactly what you wanted. “I only want you, d-”

The forbidden word. You almost spilled it.

“-sir.” You corrected in time, catching Anakin’s mocking glint. “Only you, please.”

Anakin’s face twisted in pleasure when his finger dived inside you, giving him a warm welcome, impossibly slick. You hugged his pumping digit tightly, getting even wetter at this fascinated expression. Anakin hadn’t felt such a lubricated canal in so long, his head almost exploded at the million possibilities with such an easy pussy: His cock would slide right in, be suffocated by your clenching walls just like his finger was... 

That had him dropping on his knees, starting to eat you out like he was starved. Just like you predicted. Nose deep, no hesitation to blow your slobbering cunt with abandon, moaning right on your core when he had the very first taste of your flavor. So sweet. Just like he predicted.

“Oh- oh!” You whimpered at the first clean lick he gave you, quivering like a virgin because it had been too long since someone showed you love there. 

Anakin’s tongue had the knowledge and patience none of the guys your age had. Every motion was so passionately delivered, so intentional. No rush, no fast lapping to get you off quickly. Anakin knew exactly what would have you shaking with pleasure and wasn’t scared to spend his time getting to know every hidden, sticky spot. In fact, it seemed like he enjoyed taking his sweet time with his face buried in your exposed core. 

It was the hottest shit you’d ever seen.

You were riled up by the precise technique with which he knew exactly how to pleasure your opening, sucking on your lips like they were the meal and not a measly pit stop. But what had you speechless, just at a loss of words, was the way he didn’t hesitate to dip his face into your heat with fervor. As he planted open mouth kisses to your slit, face fully covered by your juices, he only pulled back to spit on top of your clit and play with the liquid slob on top of your bundle of nerves. 

No grimaces, no disgust faces, just utter fascination by your reactions and your pussy.

“Such a sweet thing.” Anakin whispered, flattening his tongue and lapping over your mound. “Careful, I might not let you leave.”

Please don’t. You replied inside your head.

Anakin’s sounds of approval and delight made this whole experience even more sinful. Something about the idea of him enjoying cheating on his wife touched a nerve inside of you, something so wild and dangerous: You had another woman’s man in between your legs and he was enjoying being of service to you. You arched your back at the naughty thought, something Anakin didn’t appreciate because it moved you from the angle he had specifically situated you on; he had already discovered the spot that had your toes curling.

The power rush combined with Anakin's attention to your clit had a knot forming on your abdomen. Supporting yourself on your elbows, you looked down at Anakin’s work, not wanting to miss the scenario in front of you, in case you climaxed earlier than anticipated. But what you saw only pushed you closer to said ending. Anakin was playing with your clit like a cat with a toy, giving rapid licks that had your head spinning, while staggering eager sucks onto your nub. Anakin’s lips enveloped your clit with such care, only to roughly slurped on it, only backing down until he heard you whining. Or moaning his name. Whichever came first. 

“Anakin-” You bravely attempted to cry his name, unsure of his reaction. 

Anakin took the opportunity to analyze your flustered image, his gaze inevitably drawn to your falling cleavage, given that he was pulling down on the fabric by shouldering your legs. He could see the top of your boobs spilling from your undergarments and he dreamed of the looks of them. How perky they would be, how firm and squeezable they must be. Fantasizing about your young tits had him rolling his hips against the wooden leg of the table.

If Anakin locking your legs around his shoulders to dig deeper into your cunt wasn’t enough to have you convulsing, his tongue breaching into you and maneuvering it like it was actually fucking you, did.

“Anakin, I’m close- Oh,” You could barely hold yourself, deciding to lean limp against the hard surface, waiting for Anakin to sweep you off your feet with an outstanding orgasm. 

“That’s right, you’re gonna come on my tongue. How does that feel?” Anakin pushed, squeezing your ass and bringing your core over to him to devour. Like the certified slut you were, you rocked your hips against his face, relishing on the massage his nose inflicted on your most sensitive part. “Fucking your boyfriend’s dad face. This has to be a world record.”

Anakin stared at you over your mound, drinking the heavenly sight of your face contorting in ecstasy by his doing. Such a pretty, young thing, so slick and wet… coming undone by his tongue. And his tongue only. 

“Such a slut… my slut.” He degraded you with darkened eyes, amazed at how those words only had you trembling harder. “Only wanting to come on my tongue, by my cock. Isn’t that right?”

You nodded, taking the little spaces he gave you in between words to fight off the pending peak; you didn’t want this to be over. You needed more from him, you needed everything. 

“Y-yes!” You closed your eyes, preparing yourself for the familiar wave of satisfaction. 

“Yes, what?” Anakin teased.

Would you dare?

“Yes, daddy!” You screamed when your climax toppled you over. 

Anakin had the minimal kindness of not rubbing your choice of words on your face as you came over his fingers, dripping not only on his hand, but his table. This climax in particular had you weak; the aftershocks prolonged for more than you were used to and legs trembled as if you had just worked out. It could have been because you hadn’t had one in so long, or maybe because of his skillful tongue. Probably a combination of both. But truth be told, it was the best orgasm of your life. 

Even with dizzy eyes you could spot the bulge twitching inside his fitted pants. He had promised you just a little taste, but it was so unfair to leave him like that. Right?

Right?

Boosting yourself up, you directed your hand straight to his waistband, actively searching to fish his cock. 

“What are you doing?” Anakin questioned but did little to no effort to stop your wandering touch. 

You didn’t give an answer, instead lips pouted with a fixed stare, you let your actions speak for you. After unbuckling his belt, you loosened his pants, being faced with the opportunity of a lifetime. Anakin sucked his breath in when he saw your nails dipping under the elastic of his underwear, shaky exhales at the expectation of contact. You were unaware of it, you wouldn’t even believe it, but it had been a while for him too. Besides his own hand, he hadn’t known the touch of someone else in so long and Padmé didn’t even do the trick by now. 

So when Anakin saw your widened eyes as you scope up his erection from its confinements, he felt the same rush he used to savor with other conquests whenever Padmé and he were on a on-and-off break. But this was better, so much more electric. Your surprised gasp at his big cock elevated his ego to new highs. It just confirmed what he already knew: that you’ve dealing with stupid boys, when you deserved a real man. 

And Anakin was exactly that. 

His eagerness pushed you to envelope your hand around his shaft with more confidence, your fingers struggling to meet around it because of the delicious girth. Anakin let go as soon as he felt you tugging his length, crumbling on your shoulder, barely supporting himself on the edge of the table at each side of your hips. Being the big man he was, you didn’t expect Anakin to be so vocal during sex, but fuck were you wrong. Whimpers started to spill from his lips, landing right on your ear. It was the most exquisite sound you’ve heard. 

It was just so hot to have him completely surrender to you, to the will of your hand. Gladly, you pumped harder and faster, expecting to hear more of his inviting sounds. Having the upper hand encouraged you to try and lead the situation, turning his head by his chin with two fingers, sucking in his bottom lip as a first move before properly kissing him. Jacking him off while he still had his pants on, had you squeezing your thighs, the sight turning on a switch for you.

He followed your initiative and dipped his very own fingers to take care of you again. He would do it as many times as you needed, just for his own amusement. Closing his eyes, he sighed in content when his digits were fully installed inside of your warm walls. 

“That’s it, that’s the stuff.” He smiled into the words, making you cry even louder at the intrusion. He couldn’t stop praising you, he was too fascinated by you. “Always so wet for me. Fuck, yes. So wet and slick, ready to let me in. I adore this young pussy.”

You sobbed at the last words he pronounced, Anakin cracking a wicked grin. He was mesmerized by how unfiltered and vulgar your dark side turned out to be. Finally a worthy opponent.

Anakin and you worked on each other until you were both grazing the edge: sloppily kissing, moaning on each other's mouths and exchanging the same air by just how close you were. The scene replicated the rush and eagerness of a young couple who couldn’t keep their hands off each other’s pants. It was so intimate, yet distant at the same time.

Because he wasn’t technically fucking you his conscience weighted a bit less. Using that logic, Anakin found comfort that, as long as you two kept your shenanigans at hand stuff, there was no reason why he should be called a cheater. It was two people exchanging favors.

It was him shaking you off his system.

“A-Anakin, you make me feel so good. Please.” You squealed when he circled around your clit with his thumb as his thick fingers worked in and out of you. 

“Next time you touch yourself, you’ll think of these fingers, you’ll think of me.” Anakin grunted, flicking your nub without care. He relished on the little scream you let out.

Anakin felt the exciting clench when he inserted his third finger in, your contorted face tattling you anyway. That was good news, because he was close too. It was hard for him not to when you were looking like sin itself with your dress discarded at waist level, cheeks flushed and mouth hung open, begging to be fucked by his tongue. 

Anakin wanted to grip you, rip you apart, crush you under the weight of his desire. He needed to have all of you in order to move on, so the next half of his life was spent dreaming about the feeling of you, as an alternative of a lifetime simply wandering. And as much as he wanted to extend this moment forever, your constant spasms were threat enough to let him know release was right around the corner.

Gushing on him again, you felt your body going limp. Smiling to the ceiling, you thought about how Anakin had ended your miserable drought with two winning orgasms. It was so intense, you were actually ashamed of how many unholy sounds you squealed but it didn’t make sense why a simple hand job would feel so good.

Flipping onto your stomach at the speed light, Anakin needily pulled up the bottom of the dress until your ass was bare and exposed for him to fondle as he pleased, panting frantically. You didn’t even felt ashamed when he split you open; you offered yourself to him even more and he fucking loved it.

He fucking loved how shameless you were, how excited for his attention you got. A breath of fresh air, that was you. 

But right when Anakin was about to give into his darkest desires, right about to cross the line between wrong and utterly wrong, gripping the edges of the table while trembling as his cock sat an inch away from your entrance…

Just one little push and he would taste heaven.

Just one little thrust and he would know glory in the purest form. 

The debate raged inside of him, a bead of sweat falling from his temple. He was only torn away from his mental debate when your impatient orbs peep from over your shoulder. 

“Please.” You whined, shaking your ass to entice him. “P-please do it, daddy. I’m begging, I really am.” 

Knees weak, Anakin was about to cave.

Just one swing of his hips. Just one tiny buck-

Another whine came out of you, but a disappointing one, this time provoked by Anakin jacking himself off until he was covering your heart-shaped cheeks with the viscous liquid you desperately wanted to swallow. Holding your jaw so you would make eye contact with him, Anakin put two cum-covered fingers in front of you, almost spurting a second time when your eyes rolled at the back of your head at the taste. His jizz was as good as dessert, for fuck’s sake.

But things come to an end.

“This can’t ever be known.” Anakin finally picked himself up from behind you, buttoning his pants as he shook his head, clearing his throat. It felt like he was talking to himself,  “This- uhm, this never happened. Never happened...”

“But it did. And I liked it.” Not fixing your dress so he would be greeted by your perky nipples, you turned to face him. “In fact, I loved it. I kinda want more.” You tilted your head, eyeing his groin without a filter. “Don’t you want more, daddy?” You had found a weak link and Anakin was making absolutely no effort to hide the effects of the word on him. 

Of course he wanted more. He wanted everything. Especially when you were staring at him with those eyes, and that hair, and those tits- God, those firm, perky tits were getting to him.

The phone he had installed for inner communication inside the house rang. It was Padmé calling him to sleep, the noise from his workshop disturbing her dreams. A nerve-wracking feeling took over you as soon as the phone call ended, you evidently awaiting for his next statement. 

He would either stay or leave. As simply as that. 

In or out?

When Anakin took one bite of the pie as he fixed his eyes on you, you smirked as a mirror of his own smile. 

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[lemonlover1110]

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒

Toji Fushiguro

Warnings: Pure Fluff

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Toji doesn’t play favorites. He hates the whole idea of a parent choosing a kid they like more and treating them better because of it. Toji has two sons and one daughter. To him, they’re all equally noisy and annoying. 

Maybe not his daughter though, she’s calmer and she has boundaries. She’s also extremely sweeter to him, and she makes sure to smile at him, asking about his day. She looks up at him with the most beautiful doe eyes, asking for a favor and he can’t ever say no to his little princess– Okay, maybe he does have a major soft spot for his daughter, but he won’t let it show to the other two.

“Daddy, what are you doing?” She asks as she walks to the living room, while Toji folds some laundry with a frown on his face. It’s clear what he’s doing, but he won’t get annoyed with her.

“I’m folding laundry, princess. Your mother left it for me to do.” Toji can’t help but sigh. He fucking hates folding laundry. But as they say: happy wife, happy life.

“Can I help?” She asks, excited at the mere thought of being useful. Toji smiles at his daughter, happy that she’s willing to help. He knows that the other two wouldn’t. One would put your bra on his head and cosplay as a superhero, while the other would huff and puff about it because he’s a moody teenager who doesn’t like to do chores or spend time with his dad.

“No, honey. Just sit next to me, okay? I’d enjoy your presence.” Toji pats the spot next to him, and his daughter takes a seat beside him. Toji doesn’t play favorites, he swears. But if he was forced to pick, it’d be his daughter. “Do you want to help me bake some cookies later?”

“Yes!” She exclaims, her tiny mouth watering at the idea of eating cookies. 

“What were you doing, honey?” Toji asks, and they begin their own little conversation. Oh, she’s just so adorable when she talks. She’s so smart too, using big words to describe things. His daughter is a little genius. For a moment, Toji forgets he has two other kids until he remembers and Toji asks, concerned, “Where’s your brother?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. Toji stands up, about to look for the twin since he can’t be left unsupervised for a single second– Toji is lucky that the house hasn’t been burned down yet. He just got distracted.

But the twin comes to him, completely covered in… Some liquid. He just hopes it’s water. Toji looks back at his sweet daughter who kicks her feet into the air, humming a tune. He definitely has a favorite.

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Hayden Christensen x Darth Vader | 2005 - 2022 - 2024

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[hoshigray]

˗ˏˋ Summertime ⛱ Madness ˎˊ˗

Dear Diary...summer is finally here, and you're ready to spend it all with your best buds — Itadori, Megumi, and Nobara! Because the season is meant to be eventful, no? Though, how eventful? You already have plans with your friends to make every day count...Yet, so much has happened this summer that you NEED to write it all down! Especially since five men, in particular, have put you through a complete whirlwind of a summer...

Collector's Note: Hi, hello!! This is my first time doing something like this, but to commemorate getting 1k followers (tysm!!), I felt this would be a fun way to celebrate!! These entries will be posted throughout the summer (with dates provided), so keep your eyes open for when a diary entry opens! They can be read as standalone fics, but some (2-3) may be linked with one another. And no, they are not gonna be in first-person, only for this post as a sort of introduction to the pieces, lol. And FYI: these adorable sea-themed dividers are made by the wonderful remi (@cafekitsune), whose dividers I use non-stop!! Thank you sm for the dividers as always, remi, love what you do sm!!

Diary Status: ongoing!!

Word of caution: fem!reader - modern AU - age differences (the reader is at least in their 20s; the guys' ages will be specified in their respective fics for convenience's sake) - explicit content/nsfw so minors DNI - mentions of alcohol/drug use - unprotected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - taboo (consensual sex b/w professor/undergrad; a friend's relative) - size differences - one night stands - be sure to read the content warnings (cw) to fully grasp what each fic will contain before reading!

Intrigued readers: wanna be tagged when an entry is posted? Lmk in the replies plz!

✎﹏﹏﹏ 📖 Y/n's Diary Entries 📖 ﹏﹏﹏✎

Dear Nanami Kento... ༄ My Professor's Final Spring Praise

Entry Narrative: Before my summer break officially started, I had to finish my last in-person exam with Professor Nanami. It was so tough, but I made it through! I was the last to leave, so I thanked the professor and shared some final words before heading to my dorm to finish packing up. However, how do a few gratitude and praise exchanges end up with me on his desk and him between my legs? Contents: professor! Nanami x fem! reader - explicit content so minors DNI - taboo (consensual sex b/w a professor & undergrad) - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Nanami approaching early 30s) - fingering (fem! receiving) - cunnilingus - semi-missionary position (reader lies on their back on a table while Nanami stands) - public sex/sex in a university classroom - unprotected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - pining if you squint - praise - pet names (baby, darling, love, sweet pea) - clitoral play (licking and sucking) - kissing/makeout sessions. Completion: July 3rd (Nanami + my bday :DD so I better see y'all wish me and my hubby a hbd or this shit isn't getting released >:T)

Dear Satoru Gojo... ༄ Sweet Blind Summer Fling

Entry Narrative: Due to a bet made by Nobara, I made an online dating account to set myself up with a blind date. Although a bit witty and annoyingly childish, Gojo's remarkably handsome and sweet...So, how the hell did I end up sleeping with him on the first date!? Contents: switch! Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content so minors DNI - blind date/online match-up - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Gojo is around early 30s) - texting back and forth - sex at a hotel - one night stands - consensual sex under the influence - protected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - cowgirl + lotus positions - pet names (angel, baby, dollface, pretty, princess, sweet thing) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - mentions of drug/alcohol use (reader and Gojo don't get blackout drunk, but y'all get tipsy) - a bunch of silliness bc it's a Gojo fic (duh). Completion: July 24th

Dear Suguru Geto... ༄ Swim in Waves, Chill in Caves

Entry Narrative: I went to the beach with my friends!! Only for me to...run into Gojo again!!? And to make things crazier, I met his attractive best friend who heard "so much" about me??!! Thanks to Gojo's nonstop blabber-mouth, Geto was interested in me in ways I would rather not be known for! Contents: Geto x fem! reader - explicit content, so minors DNI - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Geto is around early 30s) - oral (m! + f! receiving) - heavy depictions of a blowjob - semi-handjob - sex at an open area; cave by the beach - 69+ doggy style/backshots + missionary position - unprotected sex but Geto doesn't shoot inside (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - fucking while the sun sets, lmaooo - pet names (baby, cutie, sweetheart, sweetie, princess) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - Gojo is here so expect some silliness. Completion: August 4th

Dear Choso Kamo... ༄ In[put]s & Out[put]s

Entry Narrative: My friends and I are getting ready to go out, but I'm feeling a little nervous about my outfit since it looks a little risqué... So, I took a pic of it and sent it to Itadori to hear his thoughts. Come to find out...I instead sent it to his half older brother, who was coming to pick me up......and he liked the outfit so much that he gave me his personal opinion?? Contents: still deciphering... Completion: TBA

Dear Toji Fushiguro... ༄ Secrets, Sweat, and Summer Fever

Entry Narrative: The gang and I hung out at Megumi's place for the last week of summer. But when I'm left at the house alone with Megumi's hot father, how am I supposed to act normal after "accidentally" eavesdropping on him jerking off to me!? Also, why and how the fuck does he know about my personal endeavors!? Contents: still deciphering... Completion: TBA

© hoshigray 2023 ~𓆉~ Diary entries above are collected by, written by, and belong to me, so please do not steal, edit, or post my works. Or I'll find all the people in your family who don't know how to swim and throw 'em in the ocean (and yes, that includes you). :/

#𝑯𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔: 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk x y/n #jjk x fem!reader #nanami kento smut #nanami x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #geto suguru smut #geto x reader #choso x reader #choso smut #toji fushiguro smut #dilf toji #fushiguro toji x reader #jjk series #jjk thirsts #anime smut #i'm using canary mode to write these up bc it's cute and looks like I'm actually writing on a diary hehehehe #hence why the image is a yellow hue and not transparent