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fillinforlater · 1 year ago

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On her jeans (Part 1 of 3)

Male Reader x Kim Minji

Length: 3128 words

Tags: backstory, sex as payment, degradation, all things blowjob: face fuck, deep throat, gagging, chocking, throat bulging, rough face sex, training, passive hand job, master/daddy kink, desperate_trainee!Minji

TW: Minji is selling herself here kinda (oh no)

Credit: @sooyadelicacies for co-writing this crazy series with me. Mad lad!

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3-

(A/N: Hey you! I know you're reading this. Get ready for your favorite girls to get defiled one-by-one. Goon or go (or something like that, sounded cooler in my head). For everyone else, have fun!)

"Huh? Minji? What are you doing here?"

Kazuha asks, surprised to see the still-trainee on this floor of the HYBE building, knocking on an unoccupied training room that she has nothing to do with usually.

"I-I came here to ask you about something,” the younger stutters. “I heard you were personally selected for LE SSERAFIM—and that there is some backer for your success. Even th-the group's scandal went away without a hitch.

“Who is helping you, who is he?"

"What are you talking about?" Kazuha responds, face in scrunches.

"I know that you know, Unnie," Minji says and catches the door before Kazuha can close it again. "I need answers, please. I-I've seen their plans, this is going to blow up, we'll be a failure, HYBE's loving stock.

"I can't fail this."

Kazuha looks at the determined young girl, her face loosening up a bit, turning from trying to defend her future spot at your side from a new rival to worrying for Minji. She curls her finger and Minji enters the otherwise empty training room.

"You have some dangerous knowledge," the Japanese woman then says. "Asking for this—I think you have no idea what you might get into."

"Doesn’t everyone say this about the industry?" Minji responds with wit and looks at Kazuha's sweaty body in the mirror. "Everyone always shares their doubts, from the moment you start. And now we are here, ready to debut. I know I have talent, but will it be enough?"

"You really want this, Minji?"

"Yes, Unnie, more than anything."

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen. Why do you—"

"I'll give you his number." Kazuha sighs deeply, but nonetheless, her words have Minji in a delighted dance. "I'll tell him that you are good, so be good, be honest to him. I'm doing you a favor here."

"Thank you so much, Unnie!"

"But be careful: he is greedy, he wants more than you can imagine, so be ready to give him everything. And also—"

Kazuha pinches Minji's chin, tilts it towards her piercing eyes and whispers in the most kind yet threatening voice:

"Never try to get between him and me."

"Oh my—your concept, these plans. They are fucking terrible. It's going to take a lot to salvage this, even you seem to know that, Minji." There is no need for you to hold back. If you think a plan is bad, you better tell someone before they fail. You’ve seen your fair share of bad plans, but not by HYBE and not to this extreme.

"I-I know. I tried to tell them, but the managers just shut me down.” Minji puts her arms back on her thighs. They were just dramatically cast into the air to get her point across, but the young girl saw your unimpressed gaze and quickly got professional again. “They are running us straight into a brick wall."

"I've seen many examples like this. A lot of companies think they can do no wrong, especially when a lot of time has passed since their latest failure."

You give Minji her tablet back and rest your chin on one hand, the other tapping the giant desk before you. You are deep in thought, at least Minji should believe that. Instead you are looking into her eyes, mariana trenches of passion, hopefulness, determination. Minji has a pretty face, leadership qualities, all the skills of a superstar but most importantly, she has some thick lips that will be perfect for cock sucking.

Okay, you are getting ahead of yourselves. The other big thing she has is the willingness to trade everything for her dream, for hope, maybe for fame too. She will give her dignity for glory—and you will make her do it right fucking now.

"This is a difficult case," you say slowly, watching her expression shift a bit, not yet gloomy but getting there. "Luckily, I and HYBE still have the time and resources to make your debut a success. People will talk about it for a long time. I can even guarantee you a music show win from the get go."

"Really? Oh my God, thank you so much, sir. You are way too kind." Minji jumps from her seat and takes a deep, formal bow. "I hope I can lay all of this in your hand?"

"You sure can, Minji, but you know this comes with a price, a hefty one at that. This cannot be solved with two phone calls and some convincing. Hell, I barely have any time." You stand up from your chair and look at the young woman, upper body still tilted but her huge eyes fixed on you, now you’re in front of her. You still dwarf her and she only now knows that she is completely outmatched and will pay up.

"I-I will give you everything, as soon as I can," she stutters. "I only need some time and, and—"

"But I need it now, Minji. Right fucking now.

"Get on your knees."

"Sir?" Minji asks, shocked. "On my knees? Do-do you want me to beg?"

You snort. “I thought you were smarter. What did Zuha tell you exactly?”

“H-how did you know—?”

“Minji, what you're asking for requires a complete 180. Your entire concept will have to be changed. From what I’ve heard, you need some new songs too. I have someone in mind who can spearhead your group but she's a wildcard, batshit insane really, but the right kind of crazy needed for something like this. But all of this will take a lot of fucking effort, time and money. And I need you to prove your worth, now."

Push down on Minji's shoulders until she winces and sinks to the floor. Black tiles, hard, cold and somewhat reflective. You know that for a moment all of them hesitate when seeing the rough outline of their head mirrored back to them. Are they really going to do it? Is this what they have to sell? Is it worth it?

Those that stayed are now superstars and because Minji somehow knew about it and had the guts to look for you, there is not a single doubt in you that she will devote herself to you.

"I can make your dreams come true," you proclaim calmly, yet your words put Minji under unbearable pressure. "Fame, money, success are all guaranteed, out of question, beyond that everything is possible. When you just stay there, on your knees and open your pretty mouth—"

A zip and your semi-hard cock is released, to the absolute shock of Minji, whose mental image of her face is replaced by the first phallus she has ever seen before her eyes.

"—I'll fulfill your desires."

Minji looks up at you and gulps. She thought the auditions and training evaluations were the final tests respectively, but now her entire career comes down to this one huge cock right in front of her. She curses the producers, the managers, those idiots at Ador—their mistakes have to be redeemed by her sucking dick and lowering to the level of a desperate whore.

Minji has no option. Idols are born from hardship and this is just another step, she believes. So her lips part a little, and when she locks eyes with you, they part a lot more. With a satisfied groan, you shove your cock deep into her throat.

"From now on, you'll call me Master. Later will be Daddy, but not until you've proven worthy. Your next few weeks will be rough, new people, new songs, new choreos." The first tears form in Minji's gorgeous eyes as gags bounce through your office. "I don't care how tired or sweaty you are, when I call you, you come to me right after practice, no excuses. You will obey every fucking wish, especially because I have so much work with you."

You drag your balls over her chin, let your cock rest at the top of her mouth and open it wide. Minji is clumsy with her teeth and with the way she tries to dodge your thrust, be it intentionally or out of fear. This is of course vastly inferior compared to a blowjob from all those second and third gen stars you've made big after giving them your big cock.

The only redeeming, already great quality, are her lips. Natural, not a talent or skill. She'd be a lot better just not moving, not thinking, a fleshlight, but how should such a young woman know?

"I assume you're smart enough to understand all this," you tell her expectantly and pull out. Minji leans forward and coughs up her saliva on your floor. You grab her hair and pull it back, get ready to spit at her, but she has wit.

"Ye-yes, Master. Excuse my incompetence, I—you're so big."

"No crying? No regrets? Well, that's more impressive than your blowjob skills. How about you clean up your incompetence?"

You take a step back and pull her face down, down by the hair, onto the tiles where her spurts of saliva lay. Minji hisses out in pain, you know she stares down angrily, shocked at how rude you are to her. She grits her teeth—

"Yes, Master, sorry, Master."

—and begins to lick the floor, slowly and only with the tip of her small tongue.

You are mildly impressed that she adjusted to her situation rather quickly. It is the sign of a prodigy in bloom.

"I am curious, baby girl. I was informed you didn't really set out to become an idol. So why put yourself through all of this?" You muse and question her. Minji's eyes widened a little, finally shifting from their bristling anger. "Oh, I know everything about you, Kim Minji. It is my job to know and then some. So tell me: what is your ambition? What is your desire?"

"Who doesn't dream of being famous?" Minji says, determination in her eyes which she has pointed at you like sharp, pointy arrows. "I want to be a star, the idol that all my classmates, parents, grown-ups have never seen in me. I want to show them how wrong they were."

"Too bad that even after joining the great and successful HYBE, you are about to be their first blunder," you taunt her and slap her forehead with your cock. "Good thing you're ready to suck cock for some adjustments of their mistakes."

Minji puckers her lips and a bit carelessly gets your cock back onto them, spreading small licks on your cockhead. "This is nothing, I know hardship."

"Oh,

"You call this nothing?"

You tsk and slap her face with your cock.

"You know hardship? Do tell, Minji..." You grip her head and begin to plunge into her mouth. "Hardship? We haven't even started yet. I'm not even at full size, stupid girl!"

You see her eyes widening as tears begin to form with your rough treatment. Thinking back to Minji's words, you read her well. People doubted her—you could too. She wasn't so different from the others you've trained. All they needed was education to rely on you, devotion to you and love for you and only you.

"Make sure to keep your fucking teeth off of it," you growl while your fingers search for new ways to pull at her hair, to push her away and then slam her back down on your cock which is finally hardening at the arousal her fearful face brings. The inside of Minji's mouth grows wetter, sloppier, warmer, until suddenly—

The annoyance of her teeth returns and it stings. To start with blowjobs has both been a disaster for your pleasure but intense fuel to introduce Minji to the harsh reality that is you; you and the success that you bring. Everything she has ever wanted, you can bring her, and so she fights trough the tears and accepts that you press her flat on the floor and fuck down into her mouth like it's a pussy.

"Open wide, open wide," you repeatedly command, a hand on Minji's jaw to help her make this command come true. "You useless slut, don't waste your lips on such pathetic blowjobs. Fucking hell, when I'm done with you, you better deepthroat like a mid porn star.

"Fucking waste of my time, you stupid stupid girl. This is the standard HYBE is accepting now? Fuck, maybe we can't even blame the company for your group's future failure—it will all just be on you. If you don't fucking step it up, this is the last time you will ever contact me."

Gaze still intensely focused on her, you pull out your cell phone and unlock it. You don’t really use it for much, except for phone calls, but this alone makes this device insanely valuable. You however don’t need to make a phone call now. You only need to show Minji one thing: your contact list.

She can see you scrolling past the names of tons of people, all in the industry. Well known producers, managers, executives, staff members, but most importantly, all highlighted by a colorful array of yellow, orange, red and pink:

The full names of hundreds of female idols. Minji scans through the list, recognizing one Unnie after the other, from nugu second gen groups to absolute super stars.

You pull out of Minji's mouth, give her time to cough up all leftover spit and wipe her tears away. Ultimately, you help her up from the cold hard floor, the only thing still laying on the floor is her pride.

"Do you get it now?" you ask and look at her, eyebrows raised with the highest of expectations.

"Yes, Master."

"Then you know what you have to do."

"De-deepthroat like a p-porn star."

"Can you do that?"

Minji hesitates, something you cannot stand for the love of everything. You grab her hips and throw her on your desk, spin her until her head is hanging off of the table. With no further warning, because she does not deserve those anymore, you press your cock on her lips and fill more than her mouth. Minji's throat starts to visibly bulge from the massive width of your cock.

Of course she is gagging, kicking her feet but that isn't even a flight response. There is no need for you to pin her down. She wants to stay, wants to become a good slut, a stupid girl that can suck your entire cock. Sadly, her newfound eagerness isn't rewarded with success. She needs training and stretching and so you stretch Minji's throat with lazy thrust and train her nose to accept your balls on them.

"You're so silly, but finally, we have some effort, Minji," you growl and reach into the top of her shirt. "We can work from here."

You fondle her breasts, run your hands down her soft stomach.

"Good, I can definitely work with this. You remind me of—"

But you pause, not wanting to divulge any advantages for her to pick up on. She looks like an absolute fuck doll as her head continues hang off the table. Even upside down, it was pretty when stuffed with your cock, your balls now touching her lips with each plunge.

"Minji, it's not enough to deepthroat like a porn star. You'll learn to deepthroat like one of my perfect sluts, whores. Porn star is a start, but it will soon be an insult to you.”

She had no idea that her consideration as a future perfect whore meant you already took a liking to her. As of now, all she knew—no, all she could think of—was your cock and that she needed to keep her teeth off of it. It needed to fuck her throat if she wanted any chance at a great career.

And so Minji takes it, acts like a whore who willingly gets gag induced drool over her face, then fat, filled balls on her nose and accepts the greedy hands all over her midriff. Minji always thought that she needs this tight, perfect form for the approvement of the public—now it's you who decides if her body is acceptable and ripe for a fucking.

Your seal of approval is the frantic way you tear open her shirt, then her bra and start to knead her breasts, while her tongue movements become actually enjoyable. You thrust harder, making Minji's face pale as she struggles to get air. She looks gorgeous like that, so you slap her tummy and before the choking is too hard, you back off and pull your pants up.

"That's it for today," you say as Minji still gasps for air. "From now on, you'll be here everyday after practice."

Short silence, disbelief in her eyes. "H-huh—yes, Master."

"The door will be open. Walk in and lay down on the table, just like this. You will wait until I return or have time for you. It doesn't matter what happens, you will lay there until I am finished with you."

"Yes, Master."

"A lot will change." You rub sweat and spit off her temple with a gentle hand and look at her glassy eyes. "You might not get any sleep at all. Now you will learn true adversity.

"Okay, fuck it. You don't deserve this, but I don't care."

Pull your pants back down and lower your balls onto Minji's mouth. This time, there is no hesitation, and she opens her fuckable lips wide. Her tongue starts to twirl around your sac while you begin to jerk yourself off. When Minji finally starts to suck, you feel a satisfying conclusion to this messy meeting arriving. But—

"Why would I do it myself? Get your hand here!"

You find one of Minji's hands and start to spit on each finger. Like a waterfall, it runs down until you deem it lubricated enough. Then you put them around your manhood and begin to thrust. It's a lot colder than a pussy, but Minji seems to instinctively know how to tighten the gap, the grip, her hand-pussy suddenly becomes worth cumming in.

Take a final breath and climax, each pump sending long streaks of pearly white on Minji's body. You cover her in seed until one long line, from her navel to her throat, forms and you admire how carefully she worships your balls. Wipe your cockhead clean on her hand and make a mental note to have this soft palm be a useful masturbation aid for another time.

"Who would've thought that you're already in love with my balls?" You almost crack a smile through your stone cold facade. "A good sign that you're already a whore."

"M-Master, I..."

"Shut the fuck up.

"Tomorrow, after practice. No underwear, no questions, no one is allowed to know."

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hometoursandotherstuff · 4 months ago

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joelalorian · 23 days ago

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Under False Pretenses - Chapter Two

Stepdad!Dave York x f!reader | wc: 3128 | masterlist

Summary: A challenging mission, whirlwind marriage, and an unexpected yet captivating stepdaughter push Dave York to the brink as secrets, feelings, and loyalties collide.

Warnings: Overall rating will be Explicit, 18+ mdni. Stepdad trope. Unspecified age gap but I imagine a lil' baby one of about 5 to 10 years. Soft, sexy, and intense Dave arrives on scene. We like thick thighs in this house and so does Dave. Mentions of cancer, death, and being a widower with young children. Dave gives reader a nickname based on his perception of her. No use of y/n.

AN: Thank you for all the love on the first chapter! It will be a bit of a slow burn for the first handful of chapters. Hope you enjoy and let me know if you'd like to be added to the tag list!

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“Is this all really necessary?” Dave York huffed at all the photographs and documents spread across the conference table. Several photos depicted his home, though most focused on the neighbor’s house across the street.

“We’ve been through this, Dave,” his supervisor replied with the exasperated tone of someone tired of repeating themselves. “I know it’s not ideal, but it is necessary. It won’t last forever. Do your job with the same level of effort as you argue with me, and it will be over before you know it.”

“Fine,” Dave snapped in response, exiting the room without waiting to be dismissed. He stormed from the building, marching toward his SUV with purpose. That conversation a repeat of one had too many times to count over the past few months as his team sorted through the pre-mission intel.

This operation was already a pain in his ass, and it barely even started. Now the DIA wanted to script out his entire life for it. Unfortunately, he didn’t have a choice but to see the mission through. He knew how important it was to the agency, and the country as a whole. If all went to plan, it could very well earn him a commendation and promotion with a hefty raise. And, hopefully, put an end to the field work.

Sometimes, he really missed Carol. Their marriage wasn’t perfect – whose was? – but they had a rhythm, and she didn’t ask a whole lot of questions. It was harder than he thought it would be starting over, especially with two young girls in tow.

Dave never thought he’d be a widower. He thought for sure he would be the one to die first, most likely taken out during one of his clandestine operations with the boys. There was no stopping cancer, though. Carol fought the good fight and lost the battle a couple years ago, leaving him a single parent.

He gave up the mercenary work with the boys when Carol got sick, opting to be there for his wife and kids as he always should have been. At that point, he earned all the money the government shorted him after his service ended, and then some. The only reason to keep doing it at that point was habit. And it was a habit not worth keeping.

Once Carol was gone, Dave couldn’t imagine himself married again, yet here he was heading home to his new wife a mere two years later.

His mind still reeled over it all. How did he even end up here, Dave wondered as he pulled into the driveway, noting the late model sedan parked in front of the third garage door. Pulling to a stop in his usual spot in the first garage bay, Dave remembered Lisa, his new wife, mentioning her daughter would arrive this morning to stay with them for the foreseeable future. That must be the new stepdaughter’s car.

Steeling himself, Dave entered the house through the garage, dropping his keys in the basket by the door like usual, and kicked off his shoes, placing them neatly onto the small shoe rack. It drove Lisa nuts to have to remove hers every time she came home, but shoes tracking dirt and grime through the house were a huge pet peeve for him. He didn’t give a shit how ridiculous she thought it was. The military drilled the need for cleanliness and order into his life and it stuck with him.

Carol used to joke about how anal retentive he could be, and the memory caused his lips to curve slightly upwards.

He walked into the kitchen still tugging the tie loose around his neck and unbuttoning the top buttons of his dress shirt when he came to a sudden halt.

An unfamiliar feminine form stood at the counter chopping vegetables, hips shaking to music playing from a phone on the counter. This must be Lisa’s daughter, he thought. A smirk crept across his lips while he watched your fluid movements. Wide hips and thick thighs wiggled enticingly, just the way Dave liked them, completely transfixing him.

For the first time in months – hell, probably years – Dave relaxed and let himself enjoy the moment. Hip propped against the kitchen island, arms crossed loosely in front of his chest, his lips spread from a smirk to a grin when you turned around with a startled little jump at his unexpected presence.

His breath was stolen, like he’d been punched in the gut, at the sight of you. Holy fuck, you were gorgeous. He’d seen old pictures of you that Lisa had at the office, but nothing recent. He felt thoroughly unprepared for how stunning you were.

“H-hi! I didn’t hear you come in! You must be Dave.” Nervous laughter trickled from your plush lips and, after quickly rubbing a small towel between your hands, you reached out to shake his hand. “I’m Lisa’s daughter,” you added, giving him your full name.

It was a lovely name, falling softly from his lips when he repeated it. The way your eyes gazed at his lips as he formed the words…

You were so different from your mother – soft where she was hard, rounded where she had sharp edges, and beautiful to boot – far more so than your mother. Tongue darting out to lick at his dry lips without thought, he drank in the sight of you. His cock stirred to life in his trousers, and just like that, Dave York knew he was well and truly fucked.

“Can I help with anything?” Dave found himself asking, a magnetic pull deep in his chest preventing him from leaving. Feeling reckless, he didn’t even care if you noticed the bulge of him half hard in his slacks.

“Umm…” you glanced around, brow furrowed, before settling on the loaf of French bread on the kitchen island. “Do you know how to make bruschetta?”

“Sure.” Something in his expression must have given you doubt because you talked him through the process a couple of times before leaving him to fix the appetizer on his own while you continued your work on the main dish.

“So, tell me about yourself, Dave.”

Glancing up from his handiwork, Dave watched you work. Your movements confident, you seemed like a natural in the kitchen. Yet another way in which you differed from your mother. So taken with observing you, he almost forgot to respond to your request.

“What do you want to know?”

He could feel your eyes sweep over him, lingering on his hands and face, and his chest puffed up in hopes that you liked what you saw. Dave knew women thought him attractive, but he found himself irrationally concerned with what you thought of his looks.

“How’d you meet my mom?”

And his chest deflated with that simple question, attention returned to food prep.

“We, uh, work together.” Dave observed you from the corner of his eye, waiting to see your reaction. He didn’t know how much you knew about your mom’s job.

“Really? So, you’re a government analyst, too?”

“Something like that,” he replied cryptically.

“Uh huh. I imagine you don’t talk about work much, just like my mom.” You sighed, shoulders slumping.

“Nothing personal. It’s just the nature of the job,” he assured you. “We deal with a lot of… sensitive information.”

“Understood. No talking about work then. How about your personal life? That off limits as well?” One eyebrow arched in challenge, you stared him down and Dave smirked.

“I’m an open book.”

You barked out a sharp laugh, bright eyes twinkling in the soft light of the room, and his lips twitched. “Yeah, somehow I doubt that.” After a few moments of consideration, you added, “What are your interests? Like favorite things to do when not working, things like that.”

It amused Dave how you challenged him and pulled information from him that he wouldn’t normally give to someone he just met – or anyone, really. You had such fire, a firecracker waiting to set his world ablaze, something he didn’t realize he’d been missing in his life.

Conversation went back and forth as you worked together, sharing tidbits about yourselves. It almost felt like a date as he learned more about you and told you about his daughters, Carol, and his life before your mom. You shared about the disaster that was your last relationship, how you earned your master’s degree and were taking some time off after losing your job, debating on pursuing a PhD, and how you really wanted to adopt a dog in need of a home.

Smart, quick witted, and a heart of gold, all wrapped up in a pleasing package. Damn it. He was in so much trouble.

Dave noted the studious way in which you both avoided talking about your mom much.

“Daddy!” Two sweet little voices erupted from the hallway as Lisa and his daughters arrived home. His face split into a broad grin, dark eyes warm and welcoming as Alice and Molly scrambled into the kitchen and jumped into his waiting arms when he bent down to greet them.

“My girls! How was your day?” Glancing up, he saw you greet your mom with a small smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes before looking back at him and the girls with a softened expression.

He stood as the girls chattered away about their school day, leading them to the table to do their homework before dinner. Lisa followed, placing a kiss on his cheek in greeting. His eyes found yours, noting the scrunch of your pert little nose at the action.

“Girls, there’s someone we’d like you to meet,” your mom said, motioning you to join them at the table after you placed dinner in the oven. She told them your name. “This is my daughter. She’s come to live with us for a while.”

“Hi,” Alice said shyly while Molly just stared at you with bright, baby cow eyes that matched Dave’s perfectly. Flashing a beautiful smile at the little girls, Dave watched in awe as you charmed them immediately, commenting on how cute they were, asking their ages, and offering to help them with their homework.

Lisa sidled closer to him, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Told you they’d love my girl.” Reaching up, she tried to card her fingers through his hair, but Dave turned his head, subtly stepping away.

Once served, dinner was fucking delicious.

You could cook, like really cook. Dave never tasted such delicious chicken marsala outside of a restaurant and he went back for seconds, even thirds, filling up on the savory food until his belly threatened to revolt. Even the girls cleared their plates without being forced. That was a damn miracle as they didn’t much like his cooking, having preferred Carol’s before she got too sick to make them anything anymore.

He observed as Lisa carried most of the conversation during the meal, inquiring about your road trip, sharing some moderately embarrassing details about your life, and questioning how you lost your job and relationship at the same time. The woman didn’t let up once despite your souring expression. She clearly didn’t know when to quit. He was starting to see why the two of you weren’t that close.

Just as Dave was about to tell Lisa to ease up, you must have had enough. “If you’ll excuse me. I’m exhausted from traveling the past few days. Cross country road trips really take it out of me. I think I might have an early night.” You stood, eyes casted downward, and cleared the dinnerware from your spot.

“Ok, honey,” Lisa hummed, but he could see the dissatisfaction in her eyes.

“Thank you for dinner. I’ll take care of cleaning up,” Dave chimed in, noting how Lisa never even thanked you for the effort. The girls quickly chimed in to thank you as well, and you shot a soft smile at them before leaving the room.

It was all coming back to you now, the reasons why you left home in the first place. A fine woman in some ways, your mom had a selfish streak a mile wide. You were happy to earn your keep, but a simple thank you for the effort of making a gourmet meal wasn’t too much to ask. Was it?

It seemed like Dave didn’t think so, having thanked you and insisting the girls do the same. You imagined they probably would have even without his prompting; they were that sweet.

Your mom had that way of subtly making you feel like you were never good enough just as you were, as evidenced by her laying all your shit bare during dinner. She always wanted more, lamenting your poor decisions or grades and never giving praise for the good ones. God, how you hated that defeated feeling, that you just weren’t enough, that plagued your adolescence and young adulthood. You refused to give in to it again.

You fought hard to build your self-esteem after moving out, confidence growing as you matured into a capable, competent woman. Returning home didn’t mean you had to go back to that self-conscious little girl you used to be. Especially not when you wanted to set a good example for Dave’s little girls – something you doubt your mother put much effort into.

What did a man like that even see in her?

Changing into the softest pajama set you owned – long-sleeved to steel you against the chill of the basement – you settled onto the couch in front of the TV, feet curled under you and a throw pillow clutched to your chest. Channel surfing until settling on an episode of House Hunters, you let yourself become engrossed in the show.

Three episodes later, you were talking to yourself, telling the couple on the show how ridiculous it was to dismiss a house because they didn’t like the paint color on the walls. Why would someone walk away from an otherwise perfect house when paint was such an easy fix?

A sudden chuckle startled you from your diatribe, head whipping around to see Dave at the bottom of the stairs.

“Do you always talk to yourself while watching TV?” he questioned with an arched brow and teasing grin. With controlled movements, he stepped closer. Damn, he looked good with shirt sleeves rolled up and hair flopping over his forehead, his styling product having worn out after a long day.

“With this show? Usually,” you admitted with a self-deprecating grin. “But only when the people are being particularly stupid.”

“Which is most of the time, I imagine.”

You didn’t disagree.

The pair of you stared at each other for several long minutes, neither knowing what to say next. Heart thudding in your chest, his heated gaze seared through your pjs right to your skin. Lips parted as you watched him lick his own, drawing attention to the pouty plumpness of his mouth. Finally, a thump from the floor above broke the spell, startling you both. You watched as he gathered himself and glanced around the room, noting the changes you made with a lopsided smile gracing his lips.

“I like what you’ve done to this space. You know, you’re more than welcome to change the paint color if you’d like. Might spruce up the place a little more.” Glancing at the splashes of color you added with the throw pillows and blankets, he added, “I’d even help you paint if you want the extra pair of hands. I’m sure we could knock it out in a weekend.”

Eyebrows shooting upwards, your mouth opened but no sound came out for a moment. The thought of you and Dave spending the weekend working together, getting paint all over each other, temporarily rendered you speechless. Visibly shaking yourself, you regained the ability to speak.

“Are you sure?”

He frowned at the hesitancy in your voice before flashing you an encouraging smile. “Of course, why wouldn’t I be. This may be my house but now it’s your home, too. I want you to feel comfortable – at home – here.”

That settled it. You beamed at him. “Ok then. I’ll pick out a color and maybe we can do it this weekend?”

“Deal. Do you need any money for the paint?” You watched one of his hands reaching into his pocket for his wallet and shook your head vehemently.

“No!” It came out louder and sharper than you intended, and Dave’s brows pulled together in another frown. You recovered with a softer tone. “Thank you, but no. I have the money for it. I don’t want to be a burden.”

“I doubt you could ever be a burden, Firecracker.”

There was a look in his eye that you couldn’t decipher as you repeated, “Firecracker?”

Dave nodded with a smirk, clearly proud of himself for that nickname. “It fits, don’t you think? You are a fiery little thing.”

Heat rushed across your skin, but you scoffed. “I’m far from ‘little’, but if you say so.”

He looked at you so softly then, your mom’s new husband – your new freaking stepdad – and your heart thudded heavily in your chest. “I do say so,” he said with finality.

Lips parting though you had no snappy response at the ready, you both flinched when your mom’s voice carried down the stairs, her saccharine sweet tone synonymous with nails on a chalkboard to your ears. “Dave, honey. Are you coming to bed?”

Tension visibly washed over his body, and he sighed, breaking eye contact with you as his smile vanished. “Yeah, I’ll be up in a bit. Just gotta get something from my office.”

You watched with a spark of confusion and disappointment as he moved to the office door, pulling a key from his pocket to undo the lock and slip inside. The door closed firmly behind him. The temperature in the room felt like it dropped ten degrees.

That was weird, right?

Too exhausted to think too much of Dave’s odd reaction to your mom, or the spark that seemed to flicker between you two, you turned the TV off and shuffled to the bedroom. Slipping beneath the covers, you left the door half open and turned a floor fan on medium speed for white noise and air flow.

You fell asleep quickly due to exhaustion, not knowing that Dave peeked his head into your room to check on you before silently heading upstairs. He stared for longer than he should – hell, he shouldn’t have peeked in the first place, taking in the softness of your features as you slept. Something in him pulled toward you, but he fought against it, turning with a sigh as he headed upstairs to the room he shared with his wife.

tbc

Chapter Three

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too sweet ~ joel miller;the last of us

word count: 3128

request?: no

description: in which his friend's daughter comes on to him and he tries to convince her that they can't be together...tries

pairing: dbf!joel miller x female!reader

warnings: swearing, age gap (reader is early 20s, joel is 36), use of y/n, pre-outbreak/no outbreak, joel did not know the reader before she was 18 because that would be icky

based on this song (which joel miller now owns sorry hozier)

masterlist (one, two, three)

The barbeque was already in full swing as Joel pulled up with Tommy and Sarah. It was a small party his buddy from work, George, was throwing for the start of summer. Everyone was invited, plus significant others and kids. George's house and backyard was huge with a pool, so everyone had happily accepted the invitation.

George and the other guys from work were stood around the barbeque. Tommy went to join them right away. Joel looked down at Sarah. "Go play with the kids."

Sarah looked over at "the kids", which were mainly kids between 2 and 6 years old. There were maybe two other preteens, but they didn't seem to be as social as the younger kids. Sarah looked back at Joel with a skeptical look on her face. Joel nudged her forward before going to join the other men.

"Hey, there he is!" George said. "Glad you made it, Joel."

"Yeah, thanks for the invite," Joel said.

George offered him a beer. "I was just telling the others that my daughter got home early today to surprise Mary and I."

"You're always talking about your daughter, but none of us have ever met her," Tommy noted.

"Oh, that's on purpose with you, Tommy. I wouldn't let you within ten feet of her." The group laughed as Tommy put his hands up in mock surrender. "She's been away for college. She doesn't get to visit a lot besides the summers. We thought she wouldn't be home for another few weeks, but she wanted to surprise us."

George served the first round of burgers to the kids first, then to whoever else wanted whatever was left. Joel was able to snatch one burger before the rest were claimed. He took his plate over to the table where George and his wife had condiments set out. As he was putting ketchup on his burger, a woman stepped up beside him. He glanced at her briefly, and had to stop himself from doing a double take. He had never seen her before, but she was beautiful. He didn't want to stare like a creep, but he did take another quick moment to appreciate her beauty.

She reached for the bottle of ketchup Joel had just put down. That's when Joel noticed she had two burgers on her plate.

"You got lucky there," he said, nodding to her plate.

She looked between her plate and his before chuckling. "You have to act fast. These people are vultures when they smell fresh barbequed meat."

Joel chuckled as well. He picked up his plate and his beer to move along, when two kids suddenly came barreling towards the table. One of them ran into the woman, causing her to stumble into Joel and knock his beer over the front of his shirt. The two kids gasped, then giggled in the unserious way young kids do, before grabbing ketchup and mustard, and running off again.

"Shit, I am so sorry," the woman said.

"S'all right, wasn't your fault," Joel assured her.

She grabbed a handful of napkins and started to dab Joel's shirt. She scrunched up her nose as she tries to get the beer out of his shirt. It was the cutest look Joel had ever seen.

"You're going to reek of beer," she said.

"Maybe you can dump my burger on me and make smell like grease instead."

She glared at him, but there was a playful look in her eyes.

Joel's breath hitched as she slipped her hand under his shirt and pressed the napkin against her hand through the shirt. If she touched his chest, she would feel how quickly his heart was beating. She looked up from the beer spill into Joel's eyes. Her hand paused its movements as they held eye contact.

"What's going on over here?"

She pulled her hand from under Joel's shirt and discarded the wet napkin onto the table next to them as George walked up. "Two of the kids ran into us and I spilled beer over...um..."

Joel realized they hadn't been formally introduced yet. "Joel."

"I spilled beer over Joel's shirt. I'm trying to soak it up as much as I can."

"You're better off getting another shirt," George said. "Even if you dry off, it'll have that beer smell all day. Run inside and grab a t-shirt from my room, honey."

The woman took off towards George's house. It took Joel a moment to realize what George had said. "Wait, is that...?"

George chuckled and nodded. "What a way for you to meet my daughter, huh?"

It may have been dramatic to say, but for a moment, it felt like everything crashed down around Joel. He almost felt wrong for having any sort of attraction towards her knowing now that she was George's daughter. He knew she wasn't terribly young; she'd be in her early 20s going by what he knew from George. But, that was still an almost 20 year age difference, and Joel was friends with her dad. It wouldn't be right for him to pursue her, no matter how much he wanted to.

She came back with a black t-shirt and offered it to Joel. As he took it, she said, "My name is (Y/N), by the way."

"Nice to meet you," Joel said.

He took the shirt and went into the house to change. When he came back out, George had gotten him another beer and more food. If he had seen anything between Joel and (Y/N), he wasn't letting on.

For the rest of the evening, Joel made sure to avoid (Y/N). He could see her looking at him every so often. She would try and approach him or talk to him, but he would find a reason to walk away. After a few hours, when he was sure Tommy wouldn't complain about wanting to stay, Joel decided it was time to go. He thanked George for having them over and rounded up Sarah and Tommy to go. As they walked to the truck, Tommy said, "You have a thing for the daughter, huh?"

"Big thing," Sarah agreed.

Joel ignored them both and got into the truck.

It was hard to forget about (Y/N). Joel thought that once he had left, he'd be able to put (Y/N) out of his mind. He wouldn't have to see her again, so all the thoughts he had about her should've stayed at the party. That's how he thought it would go, anyways, but things rarely ever go as planned. Instead, Joel found his thoughts were almost constantly consumed by (Y/N). Especially when he was alone at night, with nothing to distract himself. The image of her would come to him as he was laying in bed, trying to sleep. He knew it should've felt wrong, but his want for her outweighed the knowing that he shouldn't want her.

The next time Joel saw (Y/N) was during work. He and the guys were taking a break from their latest project when a car pulled up to the site. Joel had glanced over for a second as the door opened and someone got out, just to see who it was. He looked away, but then his brain registered who it was and his head quickly swung back around to look at her.

(Y/N) was in a pair of the shortest shorts Joel had ever seen, and was wearing a tank top. There was nothing inherently wrong with the way she was dressed. It was a hot day out after all. But seeing her like that made Joel's inappropriate thoughts run wild, which was not a good thing considering George was sat just a few feet from him.

"Hey sweetheart!" George called. "What are you doin'?"

"Mom told me to bring you your lunch," (Y/N) responded as she approached the group. She held out a paper bag to her dad. "You left it on the counter."

"God bless that woman," George said as he took the bag. "I was already an hour into work before I realized I had left it home. I thought I'd have to run down the street and get a sandwich or something."

"You know mom wouldn't have let you do that," (Y/N) said, giving her dad a bright smile that managed to distract Joel from the way she was dressed.

(Y/N) stuck around for the rest of their break as everyone started asking her questions. Joel tried to keep his focus on his own food, but it was nearly impossible not to look at her. It was like she was a magnet trying to draw him in.

When the rest of the guys got up to go, Joel lingered back. He shouldn't, but the way (Y/N) was looking at him told her that she wasn't about to let him leave so easily anyways.

"We have some unfinished business," she told him.

"Do we?" Joel asked. "Last I checked, there was nothing else to happen after our last encounter."

"You were ignoring me that whole party," (Y/N) said. "After we seemed to have a pretty good connection after I bumped you. I think I deserve to know why you suddenly changed your mind."

"You got that idea from a short interaction?"

"I saw the way you looked at me, Joel. I'm not an idiot."

Joel sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Listen, (Y/N), you know why I changed my mind. You're a smart girl, I'm sure you figured it out on your own."

She crossed her arms over her chest. "I had a feeling. I was just hoping I was wrong."

"I do think you are a beautiful woman, but nothing can happen between us. You're too young - "

"I am an adult!" she argued.

"You are a young adult. I still have at least 16 years on you. I have a daughter, a career. You're still young and in college trying to make something for yourself. Not to mention, your dad is a good friend of mine. He would kill me if he found out anything was happening between us."

(Y/N) broke their eye contact to look down at the ground. Her mood had completely changed, and Joel could see it in her face. He felt bad to have to reject her, but it was the right thing to do. He couldn't have her throwing herself at him when they both knew it wasn't right. She would be better off finding someone her own age while at school - a thought that made Joel's heart ache, but he knew it was better for her.

"It was nice to meet you, Joel," she said before turning to walk away.

Joel watched her go back to the car. He could see the dejected look on her face as she got into the driver's side. He shook his head, trying not to linger too much on how rejecting her made him feel, before turning to go back to work.

~~~~~~

About a week later, George had invited Joel and Sarah over for dinner. It wasn't unusual for him to do so. He said that Mary enjoyed having more people to cook for, especially when (Y/N) was gone. And usually, Joel accepted in a heartbeat. He and Sarah loved Mary's cooking. Actually, Sarah often said that she preferred it to Joel's.

But this time when George asked, Joel hesitated. He came up with some excuse that he and Sarah had other plans. When he hung up, Sarah was stood in the doorway with her arms crossed.

"We don't have plans," she said.

"No, we don't," Joel said with a defeated sigh. There was no arguing or lying to Sarah.

"Then why did you say we did?"

"I just don't feel up to going to George's tonight."

"You can't avoid going there all summer just because you have a thing for (Y/N). He'll start to get suspicious eventually."

Joel glared at his daughter. "You know entirely too much for a 14 year old."

"I'm very perceptive. Call George back and tell him we're coming, or I will."

And that's how Joel found himself following Sarah to George and Mary's front door. Sarah turned the knob and let them in, another usual. There was no need for knocking when they were already so familiar with the place. Mary was the first to greet them, pulling Sarah into a hug and commenting about how much she's grown. She hugged Joel as well and told him that George was in the living room.

George and Joel sat on the couch watching TV while Sarah sat on the floor in front of them.

"Do you need any help?" Sarah asked Mary.

"Oh, thank you honey, but I'll be alright," Mary responded. "I have my own girl here to help me tonight."

Joel tensed for a moment at the mention of (Y/N), but tried to calm himself down so that George wouldn't notice.

After about 20 minutes, (Y/N) appeared in the living room to tell them that dinner was ready. Joel couldn't help himself from looking at her. She was wearing a floral summer dress that was down to her knees and had spaghetti straps, and her hair was pulled back into a braid. She looked absolutely stunning. And now he was mentally cursing himself for giving into Sarah.

They sat around the table, with George and Mary at the heads, Joel on one side by himself, and Sarah and (Y/N) sat next to each other. Luckily for him, Sarah spearheaded most of the conversations. If Mary wasn't asking Sarah how things were going with her, Sarah was asking (Y/N) about herself. The two got along so well that Joel couldn't help but picture how Sarah would be if (Y/N) was around all the time.

Between dinner and dessert, Joel excused himself to go to the bathroom. As he came out a few minutes later, he found (Y/N) stood on the other side of the door.

"Sorry," she said, backing up to give him some space. "I wasn't coming to ambush you again, I promise. I actually have to use the bathroom."

"It's okay," Joel said.

But neither of them made a move. They just stood there on opposite sides of the hallway, looking at one another.

"Sarah's nice," (Y/N) finally said, breaking the silence. "She seems like a great kid."

"She is," Joel said. "She seems to like you, too."

"I like her, too."

Silence fell over them again. (Y/N) was avoiding eye contact. Joel longed to reach out for her and tilt her head back so he could look into those beautiful eyes. Keeping his hands to his side was starting to become a difficult task.

"I'm sorry about that day at your work," (Y/N) said, being the one to break the silence again. "I went with the intention of trying to get your attention, and it really wasn't fair of me. I understand why you don't want to be with me, and it was foolish of me to think there was a possibility of anything happening between us."

"You weren't foolish," Joel told her.

She let out a sound that was half laugh, half scoff. "No, I was. I knew from the moment we met that there was no way anything would happen between us. I just really hoped that maybe my assumption in that was wrong and you wanted me enough to look past my age. I mean, I'm not a kid by any means, but I do understand how our age gap would make you feel uncomfortable."

Joel was moving before his mind could process what he was doing. (Y/N) was mid sentence as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a kiss. It had been what he was thinking of for so long that he had officially lost the battle of restraint with his own body. And the kiss was everything he could've expected it to be. Her lips were so soft, her body fit perfectly against his. He wanted to let his hands wander, to travel up the hem of her dress and see how far she would let him go, but that was definitely not something that could happen at this time.

When they broke away, (Y/N) was looking at him in awe.

"You're not foolish," he repeated.

"I might be, because I want to do that again."

He chuckled. "Yeah, me too. But we probably shouldn't be gone for much longer or else someone may come looking for us."

"You're right." Reluctantly, (Y/N) pulled out of Joel's arms. He already felt wrong not holding her. "Are you sure about...what we just did? You're not regretting it, are you?"

"I may regret it later, but right now I don't," he said. "I just want you to realize what you're getting into if we do let this happen between us. For one, your parents aren't going to be happy. When the summer ends, you'll be going back to your college campus full of guys who are actually around your age."

(Y/N) scoffed. "You're giving 20 year old guys way more credit than they deserve. Most of them act as if they were mentally stunted in their freshman year of high school and likely won't mature until they hit their 30s."

"Okay, fair point," Joel chuckled. "But you also realize you're getting into something with an older man who has a daughter, right? I'm not saying that if things get serious between us that you have to become a mother figure to Sarah, but dating someone with a kid is different."

"I like Sarah, Joel. I would love to do things with you and with her if she's comfortable about it. Genuinely, I'm seeing no downsides here."

Joel smiled and he couldn't stop himself from quickly kissing (Y/N) again.

"Go back to the dining room before they start to wonder where we are," she told him. "I was being honest when I said I had to use the bathroom."

Joel chuckled and kissed the top of her head before letting her go into the bathroom. When he came back to the table, Mary was putting the dessert on the table. The three looked up at him as he slid back into his seat.

"Everything alright?" George asked. "You were gone for a while."

"Oh yeah, everything's fine," Joel assured him. "Just got a bit...held up in the bathroom. Poor (Y/N) had to wait forever for me to come out."

Across the table, Sarah was giving Joel a knowing look, and started to smile.

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Far right defenses of 'freeze peach' keeping doctors from facing discipline for spreading medical misinformation.

Key Points Question How frequently do medical boards discipline physicians for spreading medical misinformation relative to discipline for other professional misconduct?

Findings In this cross-sectional study of 3128 medical board disciplinary proceedings involving physicians, spreading misinformation to the community was the least common reason for medical board discipline (<1% of all identified offenses). Patient-directed misinformation and inappropriate advertising or patient solicitation were tied as the third least common reasons (<1%); misinformation conduct was exponentially less common than other reasons for discipline, such as physician negligence (29%).

Meaning Extremely low rates of disciplinary activity for misinformation conduct were observed in this study despite increased salience and medical board warnings since the start of the COVID-19 pandemic about the dangers of physicians spreading falsehoods; these findings suggest a serious disconnect between regulatory guidance and enforcement and call into question the suitability of licensure regulation for combatting physician-spread misinformation.

Abstract Importance False medical information disseminated dangerously during the COVID-19 pandemic, with certain physicians playing a surprisingly prominent role. Medical boards engendered widespread criticism for not imposing forceful sanctions, but considerable uncertainty remains about how the professional licensure system regulates physician-spread misinformation.

Objective To compare the level of professional discipline of physicians for spreading medical misinformation relative to discipline for other offenses.

Design, Setting, and Participants This cross-sectional study analyzed and coded publicly reported medical board disciplinary actions in the 5 most populous US states. The analysis included data from January 1, 2020, through May 30, 2023, for California, Florida, New York, and Pennsylvania and from January 1, 2020, through March 30, 2022, for Texas.

Main Outcomes and Measures Medical board disciplinary proceedings that resulted in some form of sanction were analyzed. Codes were assigned for the different types of offenses relied on by medical boards for imposing physician discipline.

Results Among 3128 medical board disciplinary proceedings in the 5 most populous states, spreading misinformation to the community was the least common reason for medical board discipline of physicians (6 [0.1%] of all identified offenses). Two reasons tied for third least common: patient-directed misinformation (21 [0.3%]) and inappropriate advertising or patient solicitation (21 [0.3%]). The frequency of misinformation conduct was exponentially lower than more common reasons for discipline, such as physician negligence (1911 [28.7%]), problematic record-keeping (990 [14.9%]), and inappropriate prescribing (901 [13.5%]). Patient-directed misinformation provided a basis for discipline 3 times as often as spreading misinformation to the community. The frequency of disciplinary actions for any reasons related to COVID-19 care, even if not about misinformation, was also quite low (10 [0.2%]). Sanctions in misinformation actions tended to be relatively light.

Conclusions and Relevance The frequency of discipline for physician-spread misinformation observed in this cross-sectional study was quite low despite increased salience and medical board warnings since the start of the COVID-19 pandemic about the dangers of physicians spreading falsehoods. These findings suggest that there is a serious disconnect between regulatory guidance and enforcement and that medical boards relied on spreading misinformation to patients as a reason for discipline 3 times more frequently than disseminating falsehoods to the public. These results shed light on important policy concerns about professional licensure, including why, under current patient-centered frameworks, this form of regulation may be particularly ill-suited to address medical misinformation.

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