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gojocumdumpster · 1 year ago

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Masterlist!

Baki Grappler, Kengan Ashura, Attack On Titan, My hero academia (more anime’s are coming)

Don’t steal my stuff thief’s🚔

I just made this so that’s why it’s not full

Nsfw: 🔥 Sfw:🎂

To be continued:🛠️

Requested:🌹

Baki Masterlist: 🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐

Baki:

My name is Baki..Baki Hanma🎂 Doing his makeup🎂 Playing among us with him🎂 Him with a s/o who has braces🎂🌹 What he prefer a sporty,artsy or business s/o 🎂🌹 My name is Baki…Baki hanma 2🎂 Next time watch who your talking to🔥🌹 What are there halloween costumes and who’s the drunkest🎂🌹 Meeting a hispanic reader🎂🌹 Reader giving them boob hug🌹🎂 Do you ever listen?🔥

Jack Hanma Doing his makeup🎂 Playing among us with him🎂 Him with a s/o who has braces🎂🌹 What are there halloween costumes and who’s the drunkest🎂🌹 Meeting a hispanic reader🎂🌹 Reader giving them a boob hug 🎂🌹

Retsu Kaioh Playing among us with him🎂 Him with a s/o who has braces🎂🌹 Meeting a hispanic reader🎂🌹 Black girl clothing maker🎂🌹

Kaoru Hanayama

Doing his makeup🎂 Him with a s/o who has braces 🎂🌹 What he prefer a sporty,artsy or business s/o 🎂🌹 What’s it like being hanayama’s assistant🎂 Meeting a hispanic reader🎂🌹

Doppo Orochi What he prefer a sporty,artsy or business s/o 🎂🌹 Meeting a black reader 🎂 Meeting a hispanic reader🎂🌹 Reader giving them boob hug🌹🎂

Katsumi Orochi What he prefer a sporty,artsy or business s/o 🎂🌹 Meeting a black reader🎂 What are there halloween costumes and who’s the drunkest🎂🌹 Meeting a hispanic reader🎂🌹

Pickle Doing his makeup🎂 Pickle with shy s/o 🌹🎂 Playing among us with him🎂 Him with a s/o who has braces🎂🌹 Is he really my True Love?🎂 Is he really my true love 2?🎂 Valentines day with pickle🎂🔥 Bad things pickle does🎂 Pebbles and stones🎂 What are there halloween costumes and who’s the drunkest🎂🌹 Going against his s/o turns into?🌹🎂 Christmas with pickle🎂

Kiyosumi Katou🐀 Playing among us with him🎂

Jun Guvera Yandere Headcanons🎂🌹🔥 Meeting a black reader 🎂 What are there halloween costumes and who’s the drunkest🎂🌹

Biscuit Oliva Meeting a black reader🎂 What are there halloween costumes and who’s the drunkest🎂🌹

Kureha Shinogi Meeting a black reader🎂

Yujiro Hanma Him with a s/o who has braces🎂🌹 Playing among us with him 🎂 Reader giving them boob hug🎂🌹

Kengan Ashura Masterlist: 🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐

Ohma Tokita

Spending the day with him. 🎂 What he prefer a sporty,artsy or business s/o 🎂🌹 There reaction to raian having a kid and being married🎂🌹 Jealous head-cannons🎂🌹

Cosmo Imai What he prefer a sporty,artsy or business s/o 🎂🌹 There reaction to raian having a kid and being married🎂🌹 “I guess you can call that wrestling”🔥🌹 Jealous head-cannons🎂🌹

Raian Kure Spending the day with him🎂 There reaction to raian having a kid and being married🎂🌹 Jealous head-cannons🎂🌹

Setsuna Kiryu

Kaolan Wongsawat Spending the day with him🎂 There reaction to raian having a kid and being married🎂🌹

Kanoh Agito Spending the day with him🎂 There reaction to raian having a kid and being married🎂🌹 Jealous head-cannons🎂🌹

Hanafusa Hajime Jealous head-cannons🎂🌹

The kengan boys:

Spending the day with them.🎂

Attack On Titan Masterlist: 🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐

Eren yeager 3 day vacation 🔥 3 day vacation 2🔥 Black leather jacket🎂 Black leather jacket🔥

Levi Ackerman☕️

Pissing of Levi🎂

Erwin Smith Nsfw alphabet🌹🔥

Mikasa Ackerman

Reiner Braun

Armin Arlert

Jean Kirstein

Sasha Blouse🥔

Zeke Yeager

Mike Zacharias👃

The 4 Sexy dilfs:

Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist: 🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐

Gojo satoru Things he does to annoy you🎂 His favorite cuddle position🎂 Lending out a helping hand🎂🌹 Lending out a helping hand 2🎂🌹

Nanami Kento His favorite cuddle position 🎂 Day in a life as Nanami’s wife🎂

Geto Suguru His favorite cuddle position 🎂

Megumi Fushiguro His favorite cuddle position 🎂

Yuji Itadori His favorite cuddle position🎂

Toji Fushiguro His favorite cuddle position 🎂

Ryomen Sukuna His favorite cuddle position 🎂

The 5 Hot Dilfs

My hero Academia Masterlist: 🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐🫐

Izuku Midoriya

Katsuki Bakugo

Shoto Todoroki🔥❄️

All Might

Tenya Iida

Fumikage Tokoyami

Tomura Shigaraki

Denki Kaminari

Enji Todoroki 🔥

Dabi Todoroki 🔥

Shōta Aizawa

Hanta Sero

Tamaki Amajiki🐙

Present Mic 🎤

The 3 Fine Dilfs:

Adding more after I get majority of them done

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oniifans · 1 year ago

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Oni's Master Writing List

Welcome to my writing blog! This blog is filled with 18+ content, so beware! Down below is my master list of works that I have done, and works that are coming! Please enjoy and also don't be afraid to throw in some ideas in my inbox, would love some inspiration or even someone to talk to!

Attack On Titan - Eren Yeager

joy ride - toxic! eren yeager x female reader pt. 1

joy ride - toxic! eren yeager x female reader pt. 2

lunch money - bully! eren yeager x female reader pt. 1

lunch money - bully! eren yeager x female reader pt. 2

lunch money - bully! eren yeager x female reader pt. 3

confessions of a sinner - priest! eren yeager x female reader

the emerald dragon - yakuza! eren yeager x female reader (coming soon, fics 2 & 3 in plotting stages)

Attack On Titan - Armin Arlert

stuffed - armin arlert x female reader x eren yeager

stuffed - armin arlert x female reader x eren yeager pts. 2 & 3 (coming soon)

Attack On Titan - Levi Ackerman

at your service - sub! levi ackerman x female reader (coming soon)

Attack On Titan - Jean Kirstein

red lights, seductive eyes - jean kirstein x female reader

Attack on Titan - Reiner Braun

sound check! - punkstar! reiner braun x groupie female reader (coming soon)

Jujutsu Kaisen - Geto Suguru & Gojo Satoru

sex tape - gojo satoru x female reader x geto suguru

the chat says... - webcammers! gojo satoru x female reader x geto suguru (coming soon, a second work associated with sex tape)

Jujutsu Kaisen - Nanami Kento

don't be late - a bdsm session with nanami kento x female reader (coming soon)

Jujutsu Kaisen - Toji Fushiguro

smile for the camera, whore - pornstar toji fushiguro x female reader (coming soon)

Spider Man: Into the Spiderverse - Miguel O’Hara/Spider-Man 2099

my landlord is actually Spider-Man?! -Spider-Man 2099/Miguel O’Hara x female reader (coming soon)

my insane spiderverse. - Spider-Man 2099/Miguel O’Hara x Spider-Woman! female reader (second fic to previous work, coming soon)

be still. - CEO Miguel O’Hara x Babysitter! Female reader (coming soon)

“Mr. O’Hara will see you now.” -CEO Miguel O’Hara x Secretary Assistant Female Reader (coming soon)

My works can also be found on AO3 under oniifans. AO3 has some exclusive works, such as Kinktobers and some personal original works too. You can also find me on my Twitter - where I’m unhinged over a lot of dilfs and fictional men.

Thank you for your support. Everything is coming soon! 🩷

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satoruzlove · 2 years ago

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m. list for @satoruzlove !

•all are gn! reader unless stated otherwise!! a lot of these don’t work, i am so terribly sorry lol

shower [kenji sato]

grief [iwaizumi hajime, fluff]

pouty bf gojo

unmotivated: s.gojo

dilf! oikawa

dilf! suna [borderline smut]

req:: dying your hair to match his

[kenma kozume]

he’s so proud to call you his wife that it’s annoying.

[multi]

you get me so high

[angst, tsukishima kei]

jjk boys as your boyfie !

[ megumi, itadori, gojo ]

7:03 pm

[manjirou ‘mikey’ sano.]

cute scenarios !

[ osamu , akaashi , kuroo , suna , oikawa ]

christmas hcs !

[ sakusa , osamu , suna , kuroo, atsumu ]

attractive things ab him !

[ sakusa , atsumu , suna,kuroo ]

bf kiyoomi !

domestic kiyoomi !

i love you’s !

[ hinata , suna , atsumu ]

req::saving grace [ k. sakusa ] !

random headcanons !

[ suna , sakusa , atsumu ]

req:: phones at the dinner table [k. sukusa] ! ❄️

college bf kenma !

cat papa kiyo !

req::let me ride ? - 🫧

[ suna , kiyoomi , atsumu ]

bf suna !

bf bakugou !

rich bf nanami ! [a single girly thing implied !]

kiyoomi & his introvert s/o !

best friend to lovers gojo !

househusband osamu domesticity ! [ ceo ! reader ]

dilf atsumu brain rot !

kiyoomi and his girly gf ! [FEM READER, IM SORRY):]

gojo and his chaotic but mature partner !

best friends to lovers with atsumu !

req:: don’t text me, don’t call me

[ atsumu miya, suna rintarou ] 🫧

college friend group w mikasa, eren and armin ! [ polyamory kinda implied if you squint ]

ask::kiyoomi’s love language !

accidental confessions ! :: smau

[ eren jeager and armin arlert ]

accidental confessions ! ::

[ levi ackerman and jean kirstein ]

lil kiyoomi drabble courtesy of bubble anon !

dream :: hinata shoyo [ 1k event !]

butterfly :: yamaguchi tadashi [ 1k event ]

wit :: tsukishima kei [ 1k event ]

bf gojo ++ hardworking s/o!

levi ++ sweetheart s/o !

rich bf nanami taking care of u<3 !

kiyoomi doesn’t like holding hands

mornings with hajime iwaizumi!

stoner suna blurb

#raine sent a msg !

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angelsdevils · 2 years ago

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Hey! Can I request Jean for the thanks & giving event. Dilf Jean falling for his daughters nanny. Reader also likes him back. NSFW pls and thank you!

You know Jean always gave off Dilf vibes. I can totally see him being a Dilf, and I am all down for it. I hope you enjoy it!

Warning: sexual mentions, cheating, younger reader, slut shaming (not much), degrading, Dilf! Jean, breeding kink

Word Count: 2K

Jean knew it was wrong. It was breaking every rule that he had set. But how could he not be attracted to his daughter’s nanny? Especially when he and his wife were going through a difficult time right now? They were on the verge of a divorce and he couldn’t stop staring at you. Not only were you the nanny of his daughter, but you were still so young. Much younger than him.

Jean wasn’t even attracted to his wife anymore, and that was the reason for all the arguments. Jean didn’t want to sleep with his wife anymore. He lost all attraction after he caught her cheating.

What was worse, is she was currently ranting to you about him? Jean tried so hard to keep you out of their arguments, but she always dragged you in, hoping you would take her side.

“Ma’am, I don’t know what’s going to take sides. I am just here to care for Ava. I am so sorry,” you said, bowing your head.

“(Y/N), don’t bow your head. You have nothing to apologize for. Keep her out of it. This is between us,” Jean raised his voice.

Just then, small cries could be heard, and you took this chance to escape the two. You rushed to Ava’s room and shut the door. You picked her up and rocked her back and forth.

“Shh, it’s okay… I won’t let anything happen, dear,” you cooed.

Ava was just five years-old, so she got scared of loud noises. Luckily, you knew how to calm her down. You started to sing to her, as she hugged your neck and buried her face in your neck.

You heard the door slammed shut, and it was quiet. It wasn’t long before Ava’s door opened to reveal a very stressed out Jean. It was like the stress lifted off of his shoulders, as he saw his daughter reaching out for him. He walked quickly and held his daughter and you let her go.

“I will cook dinner. Are you staying or do you have work?” You asked Jean, and he looked over at you.

“I am off tonight. I can cook if you are tired.”

“No, no. It’s fine, I will cook and then head home,” you flashed him a smile.

Your smile alone made his cheeks heat up, so he turned around to talk to his daughter. You left to the kitchen, and started to make Ava’s favorite dish, and cooked something more appropriate for Jean.

You were humming slightly, focused on cooking, and Jean walked to the kitchen. He ended up leaving his daughter in the room to play.

“Hey (Y/N)?”

“Yes, Mr. Kirstein?”

“Please, just call me Jean. I told you this a million times.”

“I know. I am really sorry. It’s a habit.”

“Well, I just want to apologize for my wife. I try to keep you out of our arguments.”

“Oh no, you don’t have to apologize. But will you be okay?” You asked, concerned.

“Yeah, she isn’t coming back tonight. Probably not tomorrow either, so I have time to rest a bit before having to deal with her. But I don’t want to lay my problems on you. Let me help you cook.”

“You should rest. I can cook.”

“You are the nanny, not the maid.”

He grabbed the vegetables and started to chop them.

You looked down, nodding in understanding as you blushed slightly. Truth was, you had a huge crush on Jean, always have. But you never made a move on the older man, because he had a wife and a kid. A happy family. Well, not that much of a happy family, but you get the point.

You and Jean worked in silence. Jean couldn’t take his eyes off of your movements. He went back to the vegetables.

You moved away from the pot that was boiling to get the seasoning. You reached up but you couldn’t reach it. You stood on your tippy toes, but you still didn’t have the height. You really hated that they kept their seasonings so high.

Jean casually moved behind you and placed his chest against your back. He placed a hand on your hip as he reached the seasonings for you.

You felt the tip of your ears turn red as he set them down in front.

“I guess I should move them lower for you, huh?” His breath hit your neck, and your breath hitched.

“T-That would be great.”

Jean watched your movements, not moving an inch. He couldn’t help but grin, realizing how much you blushed. He tested the waters a bit, pushing himself against you.

You let a small squeak when you leaned against the counter, eyes widened. You weren’t sure if Jean was trying to make a move on you, or if he unintentionally did it, but this was something out of your dreams.

“You okay?” He asked, still leaning against you, whispering in your ear.

“Y-Yeah, fine.”

“Did you want me to stop?” He asked, turning you around. You looked up at Jean, and you noticed something dark in his eyes. Lust. You wanted nothing more than to let him continue, but for many reasons, you knew you had to stop it.

“Wait, uhm, should we be doing this? Your wife, Ava…”

“It could be our little secret.”

“But that’s cheating on your behalf.”

You looked down, and he tilted your head up with his fingers.

“My wife is already cheating on me, which is why we have been arguing.”

Jean couldn’t control himself anymore. He needed to let his feelings for you know. Even if it meant doing something that was morally wrong.

“Jean, I don’t know. I mean, I like you a lot. But what if thing work out? I get attached easily.”

“It won’t. I can guarantee you, she is doing the very thing that she has been doing since the start of our relationship. But if you really don’t want me, I will stop right now. But I really have feelings for you, have for a while. I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Jean brushed his lips against your gently before pulling back.

You grabbed his tie to stop him and pressed your lips against his quickly. He was surprised, but he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You had no idea, but hearing him confess awoke up something inside you.

Jean pressed you against the counter, before picking up. He stood in between your legs, holding you close. He tugged at your bottom lip with his teeth, causing you to part them.

He slipped his tongue past your lips and explored the foreign place. You couldn’t help but let a small moan out, as he sucked on your tongue. His hands slipped under your shirt, pushing it up. He parted from your lips and started placing kisses on your neck.

“You are going to have to be quiet if we continue. Don’t want little Ava to come in,” Jean groaned. You had almost forgotten Ava, so you tried to push him away, but he only held on tighter.

“S-Shouldn’t we stop?”

“No, it’s fine. She won’t come out, unless you make too much noise.”

He met your eyes with a smirk before he tugged on your pants. You slightly lifted yourself off of the counter, and he tugged them down along with your panties. He parted your legs further and inhaled your scent.

He wasted no more time in indulging in your cunt. You silently gasped as his tongue entered you almost instantly. You gripped the counter tightly as he thrust it in back and forth repeatedly. One of your free hands went to his hair, and tugged him closer, which he obliged.

You had no one nearly as experienced or good with their mouth like Jean. His tongue hit certain places in you that had you seen stars.

Jean wrapped your legs around his shoulders so he could be closer, and started to rub your clit as she continued to eat you out.

Your moans only got louder, so you covered your mouth, trying not to alarm Ava. Any other thoughts left your mind as you arched your back when his finger went inside of you and his thumb was on your clit.

“Shit, you taste good. I have known you would have been this much of a slut. I would have taken you a long time ago,” Jean groaned as he licked up your cunt to gather some juices. You shook your head, trying to warn him, that you were about to cum. But he replaced his thumb with his mouth and started to suck harshly. You came hard on his face and he let another groan out, cleaning you.

He parted from your thighs and stood up, kissing you deeply.

“Mm not a slut.”

“But aren’t you? My little slut? Going to let me wreck this pussy for you? Maybe make you into a mommy?”

“Can’t keep a secret if I’m pregnant…” you whimpered, and he pressed several kisses.

“You can up to the point you have the baby, plus me and her won’t be married long, anyway. By the time you have the baby, you will be mine officially.”

You thought about it and the thought of Jean getting you pregnant excited you. You quickly nodded your head, and he smirked, placing another kiss on your lips. He reached over and turned the stove off before loosening his belt. He took his cock out and pulled you to the edge of the counter and rubbed his tip against your folds.

“Ready?”

“Yes, please, I want you so bad.”

“Promise to be quiet?”

You nodded your head, wanting him to put it in already. He kissed you deeply and started to push past your folds.

The thickness and length had you trembling in his arms. Luckily, his lips muffled the sounds you were making because you would have broken your promise.

Jean lifted you off of the counter and thrust up into you, harshly pinning you against the wall. The wind was knocked out of you and your eyes rolled back as you leaned against the wall.

“Jean~ so deep!”

“Quiet, what did I say?” He stopped moving, and you whined, wanting him to continue.

“Please move…”

“Be quiet,” he hissed, and you nodded dumbly, already getting drunk off of his cock. He used his free hand to cover your mouth as he started to thrust into you at a rapid pace. Not once letting up, you were shaking against him and the wall, but the strength he had held you up while he covered your mouth.

Low grunts filled the kitchen amongst your muffled moans. Skin slapping, and the smell of sex filled the air and if anyone was to walk in, there would be no doubt what was happening.

“Shit, gonna cum, going to fill this pretty pussy up. Alright?” He said, and you nodded, gushing around his cock. A white creamy ring was at the base of his cock.

He slammed his hips into you one more time, burying himself deep inside. That’s when you felt your womb fill up with his seed. No doubt you were going to be pregnant. The thought had you squirting on him and he smirked as he watched you soak his pants.

Once you came down from your high, he placed several kisses against your lips.

“You are mine now, you know that, right?” He asked, and you nodded your head.

“Yes..”

“Just know if I didn’t get you pregnant this time, I will certainly get you pregnant before the night is over.” He winks, and you blushed heavily. He set you down, pulling his cock out of you and you instantly felt his cum running down your thighs.

“Tsk, keep it in. Don’t let it spill.”

“Sorry.”

You whimpered when he scooped some up and pushed it back inside you before pulling your panties back up with your pants.

“Forget dinner, I am gonna order Pizza.”

You nodded, glad since you wouldn’t be able to walk.

“Love you, Jean.” You said shyly and he grinned, placing gentle kisses on your forehead.

“Love you too.”

#thanks & giving event #AOT Week #AOT #Attack on titan #Jean x Reader #AOT jean x reader #Dilf! Jean

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brave-and-gentle · 5 days ago

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Fanfic writer interview

Ooooo thanks for the tag @itsnathateasy! PS - I also used to be a huge Directioner! That is actually how I got on Tumblr in 2012 lmao

How many work do you have on AO3?

What's your total AO3 word count?

110,050

What are your top 5 stories by kudos/likes?

GirlDad!Jean tea party - 65 likes

GirlDad!Jean dance and soccer - 184 likes

Devil in the Cold - 88 kudos

GirlDad!Jean Happy Birthday - 62 likes

A TIE!! Second Chances and The Patient - 46 kudos

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

OFC. I'm so grateful that someone enjoyed my fic so much that they took the time to comment, so I will respond with aggressive love <3 (i am an aries venus)

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I actually don't think anything I've written has an angsty ending?? But Second Chances might, we'll see...(it'll be fine i promise)

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

they all have happy endings because i'm a sucker for happy endings :'')

Do you write crossovers?

I have not!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No THANK GOD

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yesss hehe, mostly afab with Jean Kirstein because that's what i want lmao

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i hope not!!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

kind of! way back in 2009-2010 before i even knew the meaning of fanfics, my irl friends and i would write The Hunger Games fics together, but from decades before Katniss' story. This is going to age myself esp since I think most of my followers are a little younger than me, but we literally posted them to a private Facebook group LMAO. it was kind of like asynchronous DND, we even had a GM and would take turns!

What's your all-time favorite ship?

JeanBee, aka, my self-ship delulu!! :')

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

*takes biggest sigh of the day* I think I still have a post-war Gale Hawthorne redemption arc saved somewhere. Idk if I'll ever return to it, though I'd love to because he deserves it!! I never published it anywhere.

What are your writing strengths?

Based on my Ao3 comments, it seems like readers really think I've nailed how the different AoT charaters act, and I am honored :')

What are your writing weaknesses?

Diving into my characters inner thoughts more! I feel I sometimes rely too much on outer factors to relay their thoughts, which is definitely necessary, but sometimes I forget that they actually have inner dialogue lol.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Same as prev: in my experience, it's irrelevant to the plot more often than not. i do appreciate it when it's important to the plot.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

I'd loooove to write JeanPiku, but I fear i would never do them justice!

What's your favorite fic you've written?

Definitely Second Chances, linked above. It's a mildly angsty divorced dilf Jean x reader fic (warning! DO NOT read if you are a JeanKasa ride or die, it ain't for you bbys, ilysm)

np: @hideandgopeep @mayariviolet @ppushable @d33pwithinmys0ul

Fanfic writer interview

Thank you @thelettersfromnoone for the tag!! 💖

How many work do u have on AO3?

3, not your local AO3 girlie lmao

What's your total AO3 word count?

8 534

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes

I'll go with Tumblr ones, cause from my 3 AO3 works the biggest number I got is 31 lmao

Anyone but you (Legolas x f!reader)

Night watch (Legolas x Reader)

Well-deserved rest (Haldir x f!Reader)

One messy night (Boromir x f!Reader)

Transition (Haldir x f!Reader)

Honorable mention (since it's not fics but headcanons)

Green Council receiving a hot pic from you (HotD)

TLK men's reaction on being pet named

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always try to respond to comments! These little things are brightening up my day, so I wanna let the people know that they are my heroes hahaha

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I really think it's Transition. All in all it's a pretty dark story, a bit depressing I think (I had these intentions while writing at least).

Otherwise, I don't think I have angsty endings fics?

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

New family members for sure!! Was thinking hard what to choose, cause I think all of my happy ending fics are on the pretty same level on a happy scale, but I remember that I have this gen, non romantic baby and I love it so much ❤️‍🩹 There's a little TLK OMC for y'all

Do you write crossovers?

I wanted to say I've never done this BUT THEN!!! My Assassin's Creed (Ezio) x LOTR little headcanon!!! My beloved child!!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, not that I remember getting any hate on my fics

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, tho not much and on rare occasions. I used to write a lot of smut when I was younger (a teen), then I stopped being comfortable with it for a wild few years (tho reading never made me uncomfortable lmao).

Now I started writing smut again, idk what kind? Don't really understand what does that mean lol F x M traditional sex? Pretty detailed? If so, then yes lmao

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't know 😂 Maybe, maybe not. I think rather not.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge, I don't think so.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

We tried with my friend a long long time ago. Didn't go well lmao It's hard and kinda stressing, cause you never know what the other person is gonna write (at least we had this SURPRISE system), so... You kinda have zero plot cause everything you want to write plot-wise can be ruined by the second person's plot lmao

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Athelnar?? Athelstan and Ragnar were my first ever OTP (quickly followed by Alfred and Uhtred). You could never beat that Athelnar shit out of my body lmao I've never written for them, but oh I do love them boys!

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Now, that's the HARSH one lmao

I think I have at least 3 OC stories that I really wanna write (2 for TLK and one for LOTR), but I'm scared that I will never actually do it. I never was good with multi chaptered stories, and these are indeed not a one shots 🥲

What are your writing strengths?

Ugh... I don't know? I think I was pretty good with dialogues and descriptions of the surroundings to build the atmosphere. But... I guess it's not for me to decide but for the readers?

What are your writing weaknesses?

I rarely finish what I've started lmao I should write everything in one go or else I'll never finish it... Or will finish it in two months even if it's a 2k words one shot

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I love them! I've only done it with my LOTR fics (with Sindarin) but I really love it. But I really love it when the language is different from the language of the settings? Like, if the story is happening in England and everyone is English, but you have two characters who can speak idk Dutch, let them have a Dutch language in their dialogue. I had a rant post about it not that long ago actually lmao You have to think about your in-universe language

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

Ahhh Bungou Stray Dogs! I love them, and I'd gladly try to write something for them. Not a character/character but reader my beloved.

And maybe Stephane Narcisse (reign) my beloved and a reader

What's your favorite fic you've written?

The blood on my hands (Eomer) and Peace (Finan) are definitely my fave ones I think. They are dark and both explore some trauma

No pressure tags: @whitedarkmoonflower @lord-aldhelm @holy3cake @gemini-mama @emilyhufflepufftlk @persephones-journey @solinarimoon @mrsalwayswrite @emmanuellececchi @bilbotargaryen @levithestripper @mrsarnasdelicious @paula-in-dreamland

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nymphbnny · 3 years ago

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outrageous

ღ divorced!jean, dad’s best friend, daddy kink, rough sex, slight age gap, choking, slight slapping, fingering, nipple play if you squint, quickie (sort of), creampie. MDNI // 18+

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“jean…” you mewled out, your head pressed against the pillow as he rutted his hips. “shh, don’t wanna wake your father yeah?” he taunted sending a harsh slap to your ass, the moment freezing for a while before you felt vibrations next to your ear.

a fucking dream. a wet fucking dream.

you groaned at yourself, turning off the alarm you set. you flipped on your back, your legs spreading so you could finish yourself until a knock on the door interrupted your actions. “yes!” you yelled a little aggressively, oblivious to the fact that your dad was bringing your breakfast to bed. “oh my god i’m so sorry i didn’t know it was you, i love you i’m so sorry really.” you chuckled getting up, leaving a kiss to his cheek. your dad wasn’t the best father but he was trying. it was a bit too late, but both you and your brother have accommodated the divorce situation. you were staying at your father’s since it was closer to your college.

he’s been showering you with affection and gifts, attempting to make you stay but you had already made up your mind to move back with your mother once you graduate. it was much warmer there and it’s not like you’ll be needing to stay close to college. you’ll be done with all that shit. you grabbed the tray and carefully placed it on your desk, going in to hug your father. “it’s the night before christmas! we’re lucky it’s snowing outside.” he cheered like a kid making you roll your eyes at him. “yes we’re so lucky we can’t get out of the house yay!” you fake cheered. “don’t be too grumpy sweetheart. we’re hosting a special guest tonight. he might stay over, tough guy's going through a divorce and we both know how hard that is.” he announced with a sad smile before patting my shoulder.

“well who is he?” you asked, but he shrugged you off. said he wanted to surprise you. you ate your breakfast and showered before going through your usual morning routine then threw on some warm clothes. your mind drifted back to your dream, gulping down at the thought of jean, your dad’s best friend, pounding the hell out of you. your thighs clenched at the thought. it was outrageous. but you loved it. your mind took you back to all the times you’d purposely brush against him, enjoying how his hands would rest on your hips whenever you’d squeeze yourself between him and the kitchen table. you were so jealous of his wife. you hated her. you hadn’t realized you were sitting the whole day thinking about them until your eyes darted out the window and realized it was pitch black.

did you just miss lunch? did you even eat your breakfast? you groaned resting your head in your hands. this is so bad, you thought to yourself. you were obsessed with him. the door rang, making you get out of your room to greet whoever surprise guest your dad was hiding from you. “-snow sucks i know but i’m glad you made i- oh y/n, look who’s here!” your father cheered once he heard your footsteps that stopped midway once you saw the person standing at the door. “jean?” you questioned, afraid your mind was playing you tricks. he smiled at you, a cigarette dangling from his lips before he threw it outside and stepped in, removing his coat. he looked good. great even. such a fucking daddy.

“sweetheart?” your dad called you pulling you out of your state of shock. as he was explaining to you god knows what, you didn’t catch the way jean was eyeing you, his eyes moving up and down your body. all you could process were the words newly divorced and staying over. “oh yeah you told me that. i’m so sorry by the way, must be tough.” you internally cheered, a sly smile involuntarily showing up on your face. but he caught it. he caught every moment of it. “nothing to worry about, our relationship was doomed to end a long time ago.” and it was true. jean was forced into this marriage for some odd reasons and now that he got the chance to leave and see you in those tights, standing so far from him was so tempting to just pull you to him and feel your thighs and ass. you grew into a beautiful he thought, no shame coming to mind. jean was after all younger than your dad and slightly older than you.

you nodded and excused yourself, leaving much to his imagination when you swayed your hips as you walked up, his eyes burning holes in your back. he wanted to get you and he was going to. you closed your door behind you and left the men alone to converse until it was almost midnight and you had to go down and wish them a merry christmas. to surprise, your dad was long gone on the couch, snoring from all the glasses of wine he drank, jean swirling the red liquid in his glass. he heard you approach the living room and looked up at you with the same lusty eyes, the alcohol making him more courageous to walk up to you and lean down, leaving a kiss to the corner of your lips then wishing you a merry christmas. jean needed to see how your body worked under his touch to confirm all the suspicions he had about your attraction to him. all the slight touches and teased, he needed proof and now he just got it. you blushed and whispered another merry christmas, toying with your fingers as you looked up at him, your eyes begging him to fuck you senselessly.

“so, how’s college? any cute little boys?” he teased chugging his glass and setting it on the shelf next to you. “i’m getting good grades, currently on vacation and stuff, it’s my last year before i graduate and move back with my brother and mother. dad’s kinda sad about it though.” you clicked your tongue avoiding his gaze until he rose your head with his pointer finger against your chin, his gaze heavy and firm. “what about the boys?” did he really not care about anything you just said. “what boys?” you frowned, not understanding where he was going. “the boys who’ dream to get in your pants.” jean traced his finger across your lips. “what about them?”

was he jealous? interesting…

“answer me.” jean gripped your face, pulling you even closer. your cunt was throbbing, enjoying his possessiveness. “i only like men.” you taunted, your hand slightly sliding through the opening of his white shirt. “as a matter of fact, i had a dream about one just this morning. it was so, hot,” you breathed against his face, “and sweaty and sensual,” you moaned out your words, “and it was you.” you finally confessed, your hand trailing down his abdomen to trace his print. jean didn’t think you had it in you. such a scandalous babe, needing to be tamed. after all, you had your fair share of issues and didn't seem to mind this at all.

“your room. now.” the male looked down, watching you bite your lip with a sly smile and rush upstairs, his body swiftly turning to make sure your father was still sleeping. he began unbuttoning his dress shirt on his way up, smirking to himself when he saw you spread out on your bed, your clothes completely off, your thighs pressing together to leave much to this imagination. jean groaned at the sight, his dress shirt sliding off his tones armed as he closed the door and threw it across your room, his body crawling on top of yours like a hungry predator. “such an eager little thing,” he breathed down the crease of your breasts, your pores raising as you grew impatient. part of you wanted him to take you fast, afraid to get caught by your dad, but the other part, well, wanted him to take his time to devour you, taste you, make you his. “next time, i’ll be the one taking off your pretty clothes,” he kissed between the valley of your breast before proceeding, “but now, i just wanna fuck this sweet cunt of yours,” he swirled his tongue over your nipple, your fingers tugging at his hair. his fingers ran down your belly to your exposed and spasming sex, their pads slightly brushing over your opening.

“j-jean, stop teasing me please…” you begged moving your hips, trying to get him to push his fingers in but he persisted his assault on your sensitive chest. he only smirked against your skin, his eyes intensely watching you as he dug his fingers in, your opening clenching around them. you moaned at the way he moved his fingers, curling them to brush your spot. “tell me about that dream of yours gorgeous, c’mon.” you were squirming under his touch, doing your best to formulate your next words.

“we- we were in my room, ngh…” you arched your back once his applied pressure to your clit. “then you fucked me, doggy, on this bed, fuck, fuck…” you breathed out, hid eyed never leaving your sweaty face. jean was quite intrigued by taking you from behind, his cock already twitching at the idea. he wrapped his arm around your waist, his fingers harshly leaving your tiny hole to spasm around nothing, a sharp yelp leaving your lips. jean turned you around, your body completely pressing against the mattress, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip as you heard him unzip and pull down his slacks, his hands pumping his shaft before tapping it against your ass, your hands reaching back to spread your cheeks apart, your arousal dripping down your mattress.

“you’re so small,” he slapped your cunt before pushing his index finger in to torture you, “and so sensitive.” another finger in. he toyed with your cunt for a few seconds before pulling his digits out and bent over you, his fingers in front of your face, signaling you to suck them which you did proudly. “that’s my good girl, now stay quite for daddy,” he teased keeping his fingers in your mouth, his hips slamming against yours in one thrust, bottoming out. your yelp was muffled by his rough palm, his teeth sinking in your shoulder. you walls started accommodating to his size, the need for friction growing stronger. “please move,” you whimpered, his lips kissing your shoulder blade and his hand interlocking yours.

jean pulled out at an agonizing pace before pushing back in, his thrusts deep and slow. he was savoring the sound of your sweet whimpers and how you struggled to move beneath him. you were so cute. too bad he became to grew eager, he thought to himself. he pulled himself up and propped you on your fours, his cock going back in instantly, not fond of the lack of warmth. “now tell me baby,” he started fucking your at a steady pace, your fingers gripping onto your sheets. “was i fucking you like this?” he taunted then picked up his pace, his hips pounding into you like an animal in heat, “or was i pounding you like this?” his quick pace took you out as you moaned out, your head falling against your pillow nodding, jean’s muscular arm wrapping around your hips to maintain the angle. your ass was up, sticking out for all his worth, his hand going down to leave innocent spanks, enjoying the way your flesh turned red.

“use your words,” he reached down to wrap his hand around your neck and host you up, his other one quick to find your clit and rub it. “yes daddy, mhm, want more daddy,…” you moaned, tears dropping down your cheeks from the intensity of the euphoric feeling. “yeah now that’s more like it,” he grunted squeezing your throat almost blocking the air out. your walls felt like gum against his warm cock, his beautiful flushed tip curved up and rubbing your sweet spot, your orgasm forming in your stomach. “daddy, daddy ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum daddy…” you squealed like a fucked out whore to him, making him go deeper and releasing of your used throat, however his fingers still circling your swollen bud. it was finally coming true, jean was fucking your needy pussy like you’ve always dreamed of, the simple satisfaction of it all made you clench around him to bring him closer to his climax.

“i can feel you choking me darling,” he grunted with a low chuckle, “c’mon, cum around daddy’s fat cock c’mon,” he slightly whimpered in your ear, his chest sticking to your back as he continued abusing your poor cunt, your insides squeezing and gushing around him. jean was close to follow, his cum filling you up to the brim. you didn’t mind, you were more than pleased to welcome his seed. he stilled inside you for a bit before muttering out: “next time i’ll make sure everyone hears you.”

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 11 months ago

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Hii i saw you have requests open and I was wondering if you'd write about DILF!Jean falling for his son babysitter (he's divorced already and he was when they met) or DILF jean headcannons in general

Hope u can and if not it's okay,have a nice Christmas!! Take care♡

pairing: dilf!jean x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

content + warnings: nothing really. just fluff & some kissing.

a/n: this was sooo fun to write tbh! thank u for ur request!! i hope you had a nice christmas!!

not too long ago, you started working for jean kirstein. well, more like baby-sitting. jean kirstein was a rich, recently divorced dad of one. he had a son who was about two years old and cute as all hell. despite jean not needing to work one more day in his life, he chose to. he wanted to set a good example for his son and quite frankly, he’d be too bored sitting around his house everyday. that’s when he found you, a nice young girl who had experience in babysitting.

when jean first met you, he could tell you were an ideal hire. you were well dressed. you weren’t wearing anything ‘slutty’ or too comfortable. plus, you were easy on his eyes. and his son had taken an immediate liking to you, which was the most important thing to jean. he didn’t hesitate to give you the job and he promised to pay you handsomely. hell, even if he didn’t pay you, you’d consider the job due to the fact of how good looking he was. you thought every woman in town should be jealous of you.

as time went on, you and jean developed a more than professional relationship. you two became friends. he liked you particularly because you’d listen unlike all of the douchebags at work. he liked that he’d come home to a clean house, a fed and in bed baby, and a pretty girl, although he told himself he’d never admit that to you. jean appreciated that you never complained about the hours and always offered to help out with other things around the house. jean knew he could count on you.

there became a time jean started looking at you differently. you weren’t sure quite when it started. the first time you noticed was when you were doing the dishes after you and his kid had just finished dinner. jean had gotten home early unexpectedly. you didn’t hear the front door open due to the running water. the sound of jean clearing his throat was enough to make you jump and drop a dish in the sink. luckily for you, it didn’t break. you turned the water off and turn around to find your boss leaning against the counter, with his arms crossed.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t expecting you.” your words fall out in a rush. to your surprise, jean just laughs. his eyes are shimmering with something you can’t quite put your finger on. that was the first night you suspected something was up with him.

after that, jean started paying you more. you weren’t going to complain. jean kept that glint in his eyes, at least whenever he was around you. you couldn’t help the feeling that his eyes were always on you when he’d come home. then, he started having you help out with his son when he was home. he said something along the lines of, “i want to work from home more to be more available for my son but that doesn’t mean i can always keep the best eye on him. i’d appreciate your help more than you’d know, (y/n.)”

how could you say no when he’d say your name like that?

eventually, staying during the day turned into staying for dinner. jean’d cook and you’d watch the baby while he did. jean’s son was an easy baby and you were grateful. you were being paid a lot more than you deserved. you liked staying for dinner. you liked playing housewife even if your fantasy was just one sided. or at least that’s what you thought.

you and jean continued on with this charade for a few months, blissfully unaware of the other’s feelings. you wish you could be with him. you’ve seen the type of man he is. he’s thoughtful, caring, a great cook, a great dad and incredibly handsome. the list goes on. on the other hand, jean was noticing all sorts of things about you. like the way you’d tie your hair up before getting a head start on the chores. or the way you’d blush when he’d pull a chair out for you. or how natural you looked holding his son.

everything changed one night. you had stayed extra late this particular night. jean had meetings all night long. he was doing them virtually but insisted you stay incase his kid woke up. you obliged, secretly hoping he’d ask you to stay. eventually, you pass out on the couch with the baby monitor on the coffee table in front of you.

you wake the next morning to find a blanket covering you. you start to panic, realizing you had fallen asleep on the job, when you were supposed to be keeping an ear out for cries. you dart up, looking for you phone to look at the time. it’s bright in the room and you know it’s the next day. you wander in the kitchen to find jean sitting at the table, reading the newspaper with a cup of coffee sitting in front of him. he’s wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of flannel pajamas. you had never seen this look on him and quite frankly, he looked as good as ever.

he set the newspaper down at your arrival. immediately, you began profusely apologizing for your carelessness. jean smiles.

“i wouldn’t have let you stay if you weren’t wanted.”

these words make you blush. they make you realize how bad you want him and how you’d do anything to be his wife. was there a chance he wanted you too?

jean got up from his chair and pushed it in behind him. “you don’t have to apologize. you aren’t in trouble. the boy was just fine all night. it was unfair of me to ask you to stay so late.” he admitted, leaning against the counter next to you. “truth is, the real reason you were here is a little…selfish.”

your heart was beating so fast. your ears couldn’t believe what they were hearing. and god, your eyes could not stop looking at him. his kind, hazel eyes. his messy brown-blond hair. and his scruff. and his pink, perfect lips. “why was i here?” the words somehow find a way out while you hope you know the answer.

“because i wanted you here.” he moved closer to you. your stomach was in knots, twisting and turning. jean reached a hand up to hold the side of your face. your cheek where his hand rested was burning. you weren’t sure if it was you or him that was so warm. you can’t find anything to say. there’s nothing moving around in your brain except for him. “(y/n,)” he started, brushing a thumb across your cheek. “why do you think you’re here so much?”

“to do my job.”

“no. try again.” jean whispered.

“i don’t know.” you whispered back.

“i think that you do.” jean leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours. instinctively, your hand went up to grip his wrist. he was looking right into your eyes. his gaze never faltered. it was that look again. the one from all those nights ago. he pulled away. jean turned his head away and sighed. “(y/n), don’t make me say it.”

“you’re falling for me.” you whispered, your forehead and cheek still burning from his gentle touch. he turned his head back to you, eyes now filled with hope.

“are you…falling for me?” he asked but it came out as more of a plea. you nodded your head. you couldn’t believe this was happening. you were sure you were still asleep and going to wake up soon. “you’re certain?” he tilted his head.

“yes.” your voice still came out as a whisper, afraid the moment would end if you spoke any louder. this was all the confirmation jean needed to hear. it was music to his ears. he took a step closer. you’re afraid your heart might actually beat out of your chest.

jean’s face was leaning in towards yours. you closed your eyes, afraid but wanting. needing. his lips met yours. they are soft and gentle. they’re warm. you felt jean’s hands wrap around your waist as he pulled his mouth away from yours. you opened your eyes finally.

“i’m a cliche, aren’t i?” he asked. “falling for the babysitter?”

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erwinsvow · 3 years ago

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𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞

summary: your summer job babysitting for the kirstein's takes a turn.

warnings: dilf!jean x babysitter!reader, adultery/infidelity, age gap, rough sex, wrists being tied up, panties used as a gag, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, creampie

author's note: this is literally the most fun i've had writing a fic and i hope everyone likes it <3 <- is what i wrote the first time i posted this! unfortunately it gotten taken down so here's a repost <3 tagging @dilfphobes and @thegetoufather since discord is down </3

It was almost obscene, really, how wealthy Mr. Kirstein was.

The kind of rich, successful adult you had only ever seen represented in television shows and shitty movies, where some poor small-town girl falls in love with a handsome millionaire who has no qualms about paying for everything. It was sickening, really, that the girls in the films were so dependent on this guy, not even retaining any dignity before they just handed over their life to him.

You weren’t like that, though. When you had heard from your friend, the one that babysat in the summer for a slew of wealthy families, that one of their rich friends was looking for a summer-long sitter, you had wondered how bad it could really be.

You knew the families would pay well, on account of their kids being spoiled brats most of the time, and what’s giving up one summer in order to stockpile your savings account?

Yeah, the parents were probably assholes who couldn’t be bothered to spend five minutes with their child, and yeah, your life would be a noisy, sticky hell for three hot months that could be better spent at the beach.

But then you thought about how good it would feel to not search for an on-campus job in September, how you’d be able to focus on your studies and maybe even splurge a little, or finally invest in that tablet you wanted so badly.

Before you know it, you’re writing down the Kirstein family’s number and dialing it when you get back home. It rings twice, before the butler picks up (geez, how rich are these people?) and puts you on hold for a moment. Your heart’s pounding a little, which you dismiss as anxiety about talking to a stranger, but it’s almost a premonition.

When a deep, handsome voice (can a voice be handsome? you wonder) comes through on the line, you nearly jump from your seat. For some reason, you had been expecting Mrs. Kirstein to pick up.

“Hi, this is Jean, how can I help you?” the voice asks, and you’re at a loss for words for moments before it registers that you have to say something back.

“Uh, h-hi, this is, um, it’s Pieck’s friend, she told me you needed a babysitter, and I-I wanted to call about that.” Jesus.

If this were you on the other line, you would have hung up the call already. What kind of a babysitter can’t even talk on the phone? Mr. Kirstein’s deep, rumbly laugh on the other line jolts you away from your thoughts.

“Well, hi there. That was fast, I thought it’d take forever to find someone.”

You don’t know what he looks like, and you hadn’t thought to ask Pieck about it despite how the Arlerts and the Yeagers, the other two families Pieck babysat for, had incredibly handsome dads that would make babysitting all the more difficult.

“Oh, well, she just told me- and I thought it would be better to call right away, but, uh, I have lots of experience. W-with babysitting,” you clarify quickly, positive you’re sounding like an idiot now.

“Well that’s good to know. Can I ask you something, how come you’re not working for the other families this summer, the ones that gave you all that experience?” On your end, you blink rapidly, and on Jean’s end, he’s smiling.

“Well, they moved away last year, I-I watched them for a few years, on and off. They were in the same neighborhood as you, I think, the Brauns.”

“Oh yeah. Well, I guess their loss is my gain. Can you come over tomorrow, so we can work out some of the details?”

And that’s how this whole thing started. You hadn’t thought a simple summer babysitting job could really be anything noteworthy, but Mr. Kirstein was quick to prove you wrong.

You had been correct in your guess that he was handsome—almost devastatingly so, with pretty, light brown eyes and matching hair that fell onto his face in a way that made him seem like he was your age, and not a decade and a half older.

But it wasn’t just his youthful handsomeness, or his muscles that were seemingly always on display in the tight-fitting polos he wore, but just something else about him. It was a combination of a bunch of things, like his laughter and the way he put you at ease rather than alert whenever he came into the room.

The same could not be said about his wife, however. You’d like to think she was a bad person, but you couldn’t really tell since you’d only interacted with her once or twice since you were hired. You could easily label her as a bad mother, though, since she only bothered to check in on you and her two children—five year old Marcella and toddler Constance, who went by Connie—once or twice a day, sometimes less.

It wouldn’t be concerning to you if she was working a job, preoccupied at the office on or calls all day like Mr. Kirstein was in his study upstairs, but she wasn’t. She was the epitome of the silly movies you disliked, preferring to spend all her time at spin class and out with friends, spending her husband’s money freely rather than with spending time with her own kids.

And you thought maybe her lack of interaction had something to do with the kids, maybe they were the spoiled brats you’d imagined them to be, hellish creatures walking around making every day a living nightmare, or something. But they weren’t.

Marcy and Connie were perfectly fine, perfectly normal kids. Connie was close to a menace sometimes, but it had less to do with her personality and more to do with the age she was at, and her behavior was perfectly justifiable. She was just a hyper, energetic kid who liked to run around and play games and keep every moment occupied.

Her sister was quite the opposite, a quiet, shy girl who liked to hide behind her father’s legs when you had been introduced to her for the first time, shortly after your interview. When he wasn’t around, she liked to stay close to the maids, who you figured were some sort of substitute care-takers for her, but it didn’t take long at all for her to warm up to you. You encouraged her affection slowly, and by the time May was over and June had begun, she was at your side like glue, talking about her favorite books and toys and the events of the day excitedly.

So it was just strange, really, why this picture-perfect family had such a detached mother. You had to remind yourself that it wasn’t your job to pry, or try to figure anything out, just to watch the kids during the day, clean up after them now and then and make their lunches, despite how much the maid insisted you didn’t have to.

It was kind of nice, though, playing house like this. It came to you easier than you’d like to admit, with the way you reflexively knew how to get the girls to stop fighting, what time to take them outside and keep them occupied with ice cream while Mr. Kirstein had an important call, all of it.

You certainly recognized how easy, how natural it became to bring lunch to Mr. Kirstein in his study, twelve-thirty on the dot, while Connie was napping and Marcy was watching her show in the playroom.

Twelve-thirty was your favorite time of the day, because you knew he had just gotten off a call minutes before, and he’d be rubbing his temples and stretching his tense shoulders and loosening his tie, thinking about how he was getting hungry and waiting for your arrival—and there you were.

You, in denim cut-offs or simple linen shorts, long enough that no one would doubt your choices on a hot summer day, but just a breath too short to be considered modest. It was the same way with your shirts and dresses, acceptable because of the weather but bending over just a little too much would cause your breasts or ass to come into full view.

And as fun as teasing Mr. Kirstein was, you knew he was at his limit somewhere around July. The weather was hotter, almost unbearably so, and as a result your clothing choices were getting more and more revealing, tops that clung to your skin inappropriately, shorts and skirts that rode up. It was getting harder and harder not to stare when he came down to greet you at breakfast, getting harder not to touch when you’d come by with his lunch, just like a good little wife would.

If Jean had to pick a specific moment though, when he’d had just about enough, it was the hour after his call had ended with someone important. One of those calls where you’d take the girls outside and eat ice cream to avoid any noise in the house interrupting him, something else he was grateful to you for.

It was then that his kids were sleeping off their sugar rush, that the maid had left to go pick up the groceries, that his wife had checked into the salon for the day.

That was when you’d shed off your sandals and grabbed a popsicle—cherry, your favorite—and made your way to the pool deck after checking that the girls were sound asleep. You were sitting by the cool water, feet submerged and kicking around, making small splashing noises as you worked on finishing the icy treat.

And Jean’s been thinking about it long enough, practically every day since the one after that shy, stuttering phone call with you, when he saw you in person and was just as surprised at your beauty as you’d been with his.

He’s certainly been waiting long enough too, despite how difficult it’s been to keep up with your incessant teasing and the lovely way you are with his kids, the way you almost know more about them than their own mother does, at this point.

It’s all becoming too much to handle when he sees you by the pool, almost glowing in the sunlight and lips stained red with the juice from the popsicle, looking like something else that he’d like to put between your lips.

You heard the footsteps behind you, and despite how you knew who it was, you didn’t turn around to face him. You let Mr. Kirstein come sit beside you, rolling up his pants and dipping his own feet into the water, as you hummed around your popsicle contentedly.

“You know, it’s not very nice to not share your ice cream, especially on a hot day like this.” Oh, so he was going to make this easy, huh?

You finally turn your head to look at him, teasing eyes widening in false surprise, as though you didn’t know you weren’t being nice.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Kirstein,” you say, before taking one more loud, lewd suck on the cherry-red lolly. You pull it out of your mouth, a line of spit hanging obscenely between your lips and the treat, before moving your hand closer to him. “You want some?”

Jean takes it out of your hand, using his tongue to lick a long stripe along the side of it, before wrapping his own lips around it. When he finally pulls away, you lock eyes with him.

“Mmh. It’s good, but I think there’s something else I’d like to eat.”

You take the popsicle back, brushing your hand against Jeans for the briefest of seconds. Licking another stripe just where his tongue had been, you bat your eyes up at him.

“Yeah? What’s that, Mr. Kirstein?” you ask, despite how you know his answer. Jean’s honey-brown eyes narrow, his hand making its way to your thigh and gripping firmly.

“You.”

Your mouth falls open a little, shocked at the word even though you knew it was coming, almost like realizing suddenly that this was really happening, the thing you’d been thinking about all summer.

You let the popsicle fall on the pool deck, sticky hands reaching to wrap themselves around Mr. Kirstein’s neck, as you pull him into a kiss and let your lips crash onto each other’s.

You’re not even sure when you found your way onto his lap, ingrained in such a deep kiss that you’re going dizzy. Jean’s hands feel hot and firm on your hips, holding you to him tightly as you try your best to grind against his hard cock. He won’t let you though, hands stilling your movements as you moan desperately into his mouth, entirely unsatisfied at the lack of contact.

A loud, stinging slap to your ass stills you immediately.

“Bad girl. You can’t do that out here, in the open, where anyone could see, okay?” he says, mouth finally detaching from yours and settling on your jaw, as he places little kisses on the exposed skin.

More, you want to scream, but your thoughts are drowned out when Jean’s lips find yours again, and he jerks his hips up just a little bit, just to give you a taste of what you’re asking for, and it feels so good that your head feels empty.

You’re also not exactly sure how you got back to his bedroom, the one he shares with that wife you dislike so much. Any other day, you might have stopped to consider the weight of your actions, what it would mean for you to fuck Mr. Kirstein on the bed where his wife sleeps, but you just can’t bring yourself to care.

Not when his hands feel they’re burning into your skin, every touch along your thigh and squeeze of your ass making you whimper wantonly. Not when he’s telling you to be patient, but you’re seeing stars when he finally gets you out of the flimsy top that was covering your bare, pebbled nipples and latches his mouth onto one while his fingers roll the other.

No, that has you almost screaming with pleasure, your hand finding its way to cover your mouth and stop the obscene noises from leaving, with the all-too-real possibility that someone in the house could hear.

“You like that, baby?” he murmurs from his position on your chest, letting go of one sore nipple to tease the other with his tongue. “I wanna hear you, baby, so just be quieter, hm?”

You’re nodding your head stupidly, wanting more of whatever he’ll give you, eager to please him and show that you’ll be a good girl for him.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises, and before you can process the shifting of his body, he’s between your legs, spreading them wide after easily pulling off your thin shorts. There’s just one thing between him and where you want him to be, a simple pair of cotton panties, and your own fingers go to take them off when his hand grabs your wrist, making you freeze.

“Now, did I tell you that you could do that? You don’t wanna be a bad girl, right?”

“N-no! No, Mr. Kirstein, I’m sorry-” but it’s too late. He’s grabbed your other wrist too, pinning them above your head and shrugging off the loosened tie from around his neck. He undoes it quickly, using the soft material to bind your wrists together and loop one piece around the headboard, securing your arms above your head.

“Now be a good girl and let me have my little treat.”

He moves back down, your face burning with heat as you realize how exposed you are, naked and tied up as Jean looks between your legs like a man starved.

You have no way of keeping yourself quiet now, biting down hard on the inside of your cheek when he finally applies pressure to your clothed clit with his fingers. He’s going so slow but giving you nothing, just barely grazing your sensitive spot when you wish he’d just fuck you stupid already.

But you know better than to misbehave, the sting on your ass from earlier reminding you to stay quiet and take what he gives you.

Your hips are bucking up desperately with every one of Jean’s feeble touches, and you know your panties must be soaking through by now, but Jean seems more interested in teasing you like this.

In fact, he just wants to take his time. Why should he rush, when he’s finally got you exactly how he wants you, the way he’s wanted you all summer? His wife gone, kids asleep, staff preoccupied—-he’s been waiting for this chance.

“Baby, are you really that worked up from just a little teasing? How long has it been since someone’s fucked you how you deserve, huh?” he says, laughing as he notices you twitch as he licks along the lenght of your clothed slit.

“So- so long, Mr. Kirstein! Please, please, I want you so badly-” you’re trying your hardest to stay quiet, but it’s still much louder than you can risk being. You just can’t help it, his teasing and the hot weather and the sugary sweetness of the popsicle and the taste of Jean’s lips still lingering in your mouth. It’s all entirely too much, making you feel dizzy again when you feel his hands finally yanking off your panties.

He has them in his hand when he comes back to hover over you, lips meeting hotly again as his tongue swirls in your mouth for what seems like forever, before he pulls away.

“Baby, I need you to be quiet,” Mr. Kirstein says. as he shoves your ruined panties into your mouth, making you cry out, the sound muffled. “We don’t want the kids to wake up, do we?”

You shake your head in compliance as Jean makes his way back down to between your legs. Finally free of the last barrier, you let out obscene, quieted moans at how his mouth feels, licking hot strips up and down your wetness, before finally your clit and flicking his tongue.

The sensation has your entire body tense, wrists struggling against your ties as he overstimulates your helpless nub, slipping in two of his slender fingers and feeling the way you clamp down against them.

He’s saying something else to you, talking against your core, but you can’t pay attention, not when you’re so close, and your thighs instinctively tighten around Jean’s head, forcing him to stop talking and continue.

You’re almost there, the coil in your stomach just about ready to unwind, when you feel Jean’s other hand come up to play with your aching nipples, and that’s when it snaps. You let out a scream against your panties, sound getting drowned out as Jean works you through your orgasm, not letting up. His fingers are thrusting in and out, tongue on your clit, as your entire body spasms uncontrollably.

Even after your shaking has stopped, when you’re trying to catch your breath and keep your eyes open, he doesn’t stop, letting out a laugh at your small twitches.

“Oh, baby, you haven’t cum properly in a while, huh? Look what a mess you made.”

And you want to care about how you’ve just come in rivulets over sheets that his wife picked, sheets that she sleeps on besides him, sheets that you’ve just ruined, but you just don’t. All you can think about is how if Jean isn’t inside you in the next few minutes, you’re going to lose your mind.

You whimper against the cotton in your mouth, unable to say anything except look at Jean with those big, doe eyes you know he can’t resist, all watery and teary as a result of your intense orgasm. It’s when a fat tear rolls down your cheek, eyes blinking up at him, that he finally decides he’s had enough teasing.

“You want my cock so badly, don’t you, baby?” he asks, your head moving up and down quickly as you moan again. Jean unzips his pants, not even taking off any of his clothes as he takes his hard, throbbing dick out and runs it along your sensitive slit a few times, collecting your wetness.

It’s big, bigger than you’ve ever had any experience with and so pink and veiny that it makes your mouth water. Your body shakes at the contact, cunt clenching hard on nothing at all, as he continues his motion.

“You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you? Teasing me all these months, wanting me to fuck the babysitter like some kind of cliche? Huh?” and all you can do is nod, gasps getting caught in your throat as you feel his cockhead prod against your tight hole.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll fuck you how you want, I’ll make you mine,” and with that he pushes his dick into your soaking cunt, making you scream out and causing him to let out a beautiful groan.

“Oh, fuck-” Mr. Kirstein says, bottoming out and holding still for a minute, letting you get used to the stretch before continuing. “God, you feel that? How you’re sucking me in, god-!”

His thrusts are shallow at first, making you move your own body to get more, when he suddenly stops.

“Such a greedy little slut, aren’t you? My baby’s so greedy, it’s okay though, I’ll give you what you want-”

And suddenly his hips are slamming against yours, each thrust bringing his hip bone to yours crushingly fast, the whole room filled with the obscene noise of pants and squelching.

You’re not even sure what to think anymore, because every thought in your head is gone and all you can focus on is how good it feels, despite how wrong it is. Your limbs already feel limp and boneless from your first orgasm, but Jean isn’t giving any signs of letting up. Each thrust is more powerful than the last, making you see stars as he hits that sensitive spot inside you over and over again.

You know you won’t be able to hold out much longer, cunt clenching against his thick cock as his fingers find your oversensitive clit and nimbly rub circles on it.

It’s getting to be too much, you think you might black out from the intense pleasure you’re feeling, when finally, you feel the cotton being yanked from your mouth and fresh air in your lungs.

“Tell me how much of a little slut you are, baby, I wanna- oh- I wanna hear it-” Jean grunts between rough thrusts.

“I-I’m your slut! I’m yours, I’m yours-!” you cry out over and over again, getting closer and closer to your orgasm as Jean’s fingers don’t let up.

“Yeah, my little slut? You want my cum? You want me to fill you up and make you my wife, hm? Is that what you want?” The very thought of that—of you being his and only his, living with him and taking his cum—is enough to tip him over the edge, but he wants to feel you cum on his cock first.

“Yes! Yes! Yes, Mr. Kirstein, I want it, I want your cum, I wanna be your new wife-Oh!” You cum hard, just as the last sentence leaves your mouth, as Jean’s fingers increased their pace and his thrusts became all too much to handle.

Without the panties muffling your nosies anymore, you squeal loudly, moaning Mr. Kirstein and crying out, as Jean’s hips increase their pace and fuck into your harder than before. Every thrust has a squeal leaving your lips, and the way your cunt flutters around his cock while cumming has him just on the edge, almost there, when you speak again.

“Please give it to me, Mr. Kirstein, I wanna be yours,” you moan against the pillow, completely fucked out. Jean cums hard at his tipping point, groaning in your ear and emptying himself into you, hot cum filling your cunt. You stay like that for a moment, catching your breath before you find his lips again, desperate to latch on and never let go, if you can help it.

You feel Jean pull out of you and you let out a whine, feeling the mixture of both your cum leaking out of you, staining the sheets.

You’re a mess, entire body shaky, limbs so tired you’re not sure you’ll be able to stand up on your own, lips puffy and swollen. Your cunt is even worse, sore and aching, covered in wetness.

Jean’s not much better, his once clean and crisp dress shirt wrinkled and ruined, pants stained with fluids.

“Oh,” he says, finally reaching to undo his tie and let your wrists free, “Sorry, baby.”

“It’s okay,” you breath, hesitant to meet Mr. Kirstein’s eyes. All the words you both said fly through your head, unsure of what was real and what was just said in the heat of the moment.

You want to ask, but you’re so exhausted and limp-bodied, throat sore and head feeling so light you don’t think you can string together the sentence.

Jean’s hands are warm on your skin, rubbing your back soothingly as you let your eyes flutter shut. Maybe if you sleep for a few moments, you’ll feel better, and you’ll be able to tell him how you feel.

“Listen, baby-” Jean says, and you open your eyes to meet his warm, brown ones. You know it’s so terribly wrong to want this, to want a whole life with a married man, but you do, and you don’t think you can help it.

You think he wants it too, with the soft way he’s looking at you now, the way he’s been glancing when he thinks you’re not paying attention, when you’re with the girls or tidying up.

You think he’s about to say it too, when he’s cut off by the sound of the front door closing loudly.

“Honey? Kids? I’m home,” comes the voice of his wife downstairs, footsteps getting louder as they approach the staircase and make their way to the bedroom.

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openforjean · 3 years ago

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dilf!jean kirstein x fem!reader

warnings: +18, minors dni, masturbation (male), breeding kink, praise, degradation, daddy kink, sex toy (fleshlight), begging, language

a/n: requests for haikyuu & aot are open! pls send some!

jean can’t stop thinking about you. every night he strokes himself with you on his mind. he shouldn't be thinking about you this way, you’re just his assistant. but holy fuck, you’re so addicting. right now, he’s sitting on his office chair, in his home with his hand palming his cock.

he’s looking at photos of you, photos he took of you. they’re innocent ones. you really get him going.

he places his phone down, and unlocks one of his drawers, he takes out a black box. jean takes the cover off and takes out the clear bottle, along with a fleshlight.

jean sets the items down and unzips his pants. his mind begins to wander about you. his favorite girl. he spits on his hand, and begins to stroke his cock. after a few pumps, he takes some lube in his fingers, and pushes it in the toy. pretending its your pussy he was playing with, he toys with clit and slides it down his length.

“oh y/n”

“you’re such a needy baby, you want my cock, princess?” jean says. he toys with his tip. “Mmm yeah, take it,” he moans. his eyes are on his cock, imagining you riding him. jean bets you sound so hot, whimpering and moaning. he wants you so bad. he wants you taste your pretty pussy, suck on your nipples, and destroy that cute cunt of yours. “you feel so good around daddy, princess. i’m gonna have to cum in you, wanna see you full of it. wanna pump you full of my cum,” he says. jeans head falls back, he shuts his eyes.

“you're daddy’s whore, right y/n?” jean says, while increasing the speed of his stroking. he imagines you nodding, struggling to respond. “fuck y/n, i’m gonna cum in you, you feel so good,” jean says, he opens his eyes and his mouth falls open. “gonna breed you, princess. you want that don’t you?” he knows the answer. “good girl-shit- beg for my cum, princess, “ jean says, coming closer to his climax.

“that’s it, good girl,” jean says, as his cum spills down his hand.

hes going to find a way to make you his.

pls reblog! ty

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taixju · 3 years ago

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🌻 The scenario n.2 with ✨dilf Jean✨ is too good to be stopped!! What about spiced it with the numbers 86 + 92 + 67 ?? 🌻

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CONTENT/WARNING: dilf! jean, rough sex, exhibition if you squint, oral (m receiving), daddy kink, sex toys, vaginal sex, unedited, the whole shabbang lol

NOTE: Hi hi! It’s been a minute but phew! This was a spicy write LOL enjoy some dilf jean🌻 anon 🥺💕 minors DNI

86 + 92 + 67 [Jean Kirstein]

Tuesdays

Tuesdays were Daddy’s designated work days. You knew that and yet, here you were — currently on your knees, pressed completely flushed against his office door, (eavesdropping) and doing your absolute best to make out his words from the otherside.

When you don’t hear anything, curiosity gets the best of you. Crawling on all fours, in nothing but a skimpy see through, two-piece lingerie set —daddy’s favorite — you quietly enter his study and make your way over to his large mahogany desk.

Peering innocently over the table top you’re only able to see the back of his computer, which hides you from his piercing gaze.

“Yes,” He acknowledges the other person through his computer screen, “Make sure to contact Mister Smith and have him get back to me. I want to make sure we are all on the same page before we proceed with the hearing.”

You hear the groan of his chair, indicating that he stood up.

Now what was daddy’s rule again?

Oh yes, don’t disturb him in his study. That was when he was the utmost busy. How else would he be able to spoil you rotten — he’d remind you of that fact frequently.

Sniffling, you quietly make your way to the small space underneath his desk. Unaware of your presence, you see daddy’s slacks come into view as he walks back over to his chair to sit back down. He was still live on his video call and yet all you could focus on was the bulge of his thick cock — your position giving you the perfect view.

Now who were you — daddy’s good little girl — to refuse the beautiful opportunity that was presented right in front of you.

Unable to resist, you slide your hands along his thighs, making him jolt. From above, you hear his voice waver, but he is able to quickly regain his composure

At this point, you have skillfully (and successfully) freed his now hard cock from the restraining pants; the sight alone has your mouth salivating.

With the meeting coming to an end, Jean has a brief moment to glance down and he isn’t disappointed in the slightest by what he sees — the entirety of his shaft, buried completely in your mouth. Your throat hugs his cock tightly; Bulging everytime you swallow him whole. It was taking every ounce of will power within him to not leave his meeting, throw you over his desk, and fuck you raw.

With his bottom half completely out of the camera’s frame, he smiles stiffly to his colleagues, bidding them short goodbye’s — all while gripping handfuls of your hair and forcing you deeper down onto his fat cock.

Once you hear the click of his laptop, he pulls you up by your hair making you cry out. Saliva and precum ooze from your supple lips, dripping down and pooling at the peak of your breasts.

He gives you a dark look — and that alone is enough to tell you that you fucked up.

“I-I’m sorry daddy,” you whimper, all while puckering your lips, and arching your back, giving him the perfect view of your perky nipples through the see through fabric.

Now were you genuinely sorry?

A little. But the way he was rough handling you, felt way too good to resist.

“You’re sorry?” He chuckles, tearing a hole in your sheer your panties, shoving two digits into your sopping cunt, “I fucking doubt it — look at you, clenching around my fingers so desperately.”

You can’t help but moan at the sudden delicious intrusion. His pumps are quick and rapid; your pink, gummy walls fluttering and squeezing around his thick fingers. This was what you wanted and daddy, being the generous man he was, made you scream — your orgasm rushing through your entire body quickly.

“Come on,” he coaxes, ignoring your incessant whispers, he rubs at your clit, overstimulating your poor sex — causing your plump ass to involuntarily jiggle, “Take it all like a good little pet. This is what you wanted, right? Bothering daddy during his work hours to have your pussy fucked raw.”

All you can manage is a nod and that is all that he needs to see.

From behind, you hear the brisk click of his belt and before you know it, he has both of your wrists shackled, tied tightly with the black, authentic leather.

“Can’t forget the way you were slobbering all over my dick — dressed like a fucking whore,” he growls, lifting your right leg over the desk top, before sliding his hot cock along your puffy lips, teasing your slippery entrance.

The sensation alone makes you gasp; your body withering at his sensual teases.

“Let me show you what happens to naught girls who don’t follow the rules,” he shoves your face into the wooden desk, before fulfilling his promise and stuffing you to the brim with his cock.

He is anything but gentle; Leaning forward, his chest is flushed against your back, his hips snapping forward viciously, causing the heavy desk to groan after every hard thrust — knocking his now cold coffee over and making papers fly.

“F-fuck daddy!” You sputter, trembling at his sweet aggressiveness.

Sliding his hand along the length of your neck, he squeezes hard and lifts your head up. Ahead of you, you see a full body mirror — the new addition to his office surprising you.

Digging his fingers into the flesh of your thighs, he throws his body back, lifting your whole body up with ease — giving the both of you the perfect view.

“Watch my cock slide in you,” he pants into your ear, “Does seeing yourself get fucked turn you on?”

“Y-yes!” You shamelessly admit, moaning after every pump; his fat dick stretching your cunt to its extremities.

He chuckles darkly, before pulling out — the sudden emptiness making you cry out. Why was he-…?!

“If you want to cum,” he attaches metal handcuffs to your ankle, shackling you to his desk drawer handle, “You’ll have to beg for it, baby.”

A sudden vibration sound fills the room and in the mirror you see Jean grinning, with a pulsating, pink dildo in hand.

“P-please, please, please-..!” You babble, begging desperately for him to not leave you like this, “Daddy please— I need your cock!”

“Well you should’ve thought about that before disturbing me, hmm kitten?” He inserts the vibrating toy into you, teasingly slow.

“Mnnng!!” You do your best to wiggle, but it’s to no avail. The dildo’s sweet vibrations are enough to bring you only to the edge but not to an actual orgasm — it couldn’t be fulfilled by anyone or anything, but daddy — and he wanted you to remember that.

“Think about your actions,” he walks to the door, “And maybe, if you’ve repented for your naughty actions earlier today — daddy will reward you.”

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