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solarwonux · 11 days ago

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Business Proposal || knj (11/?)

pairing: namjoon x f!reader || ex friends to lovers!au friends to lovers!au

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, fwb!au, non idol!au, unrequited love

Warnings: slow burn, angst, fluff, flirting,

Rating: mature, 18+

w.c: 4.3k

Synopsis: Namjoon is living on borrowed time, and it’s time to cash in. His father is months from taking his last breathe and his life long dream is to watch his oldest son say “I do.”

A/n: lol hello hi, being an an adult and a social adult is hard. I've had this written since June, but never got the time to edit it. Until now, I hope you enjoy it.xx

Thanks to those who have stuck around it means a lot!

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Present:

“I don’t get it?” Casey Han, the newly hired intern in the Writing and Rhetoric Department voices as she leans back in your office lounge chairs. Every Tuesday she comes into your office at four so you can help her review her Master Thesis on Language and Dialects in Different Regions.

She also uses this as an opportunity to fill you in on the rumors floating around the office, pry you for juicy deets about yours and Namjoons relationship, or thirst over your best friend slash soon to be brother-in-law aka Jeon Jungkook.

It used to bother you at first, but over the last two months you have grown fond of the graduate student. She has a great sense of humor, knows all the juicy gossip, and mainly buys you an iced americano every Wednesday and Friday morning.

“What don’t you get Cas?” You stand up from your desk chair, walk to the other lounge chair and sit down. By now, all thesis editing, review, or proof-reading has ended. You get off work in five minutes and you have to wait for Namjoon to finish grading his final papers. A task you finished three days ago.

“Your fiance is the hottest guy in this building and you’re always holed up in your office. If I was in your shoes I’d never keep my hands off him.” She shrugs, leaning her elbow against the arm rest and resting her chin over the palm of her hands.

You laugh, shaking your head. If things were different and you didn’t know Casey the way you did, you’d surely be suspecting her of hinting at something else. But you have nothing to worry about with Casey. Her eyes are reserved for Jungkook or Leonardo “Dilf” DiCaprio. Her words not yours.

“I mean we’re together all the time. I think keeping our space at work is just our way of staying professional and it gives us something to talk about at the end of the day.” You shrug, chucking off your heels and crossing your legs underneath you.

“You’re stronger than me.” She smiles, shaking her head. “But it's cute. One can only dream of having a relationship like yours.”

“Believe me it took a while to get here.” You brush her off. It did. After coming clean to each other, things didn’t automatically become all sunshine and rainbows. There were constant petty arguments about who takes the trash out? Who does the dishes? You vaguely remember getting annoyed with Namjoon because he couldn’t use a knife if his life depended on it. But the two of you decided that if you wanted your relationship to work, couples therapy was the best option.

So, every Monday at five the two of you see Dr. Heras. It’s helped with talking to each other, and getting to know each other's triggers and how to handle them. The two of you have household assigned chores to each other, but if the other forgets the other has to step up. Nightly recaps are a must, which makes bedtime exciting for the two of you. It’s the main reason the two of you don’t meet up throughout the day until it's time to go home. Things still aren’t perfect but they’re getting better day by day.

Casey claps her hands together, bringing you out of your bubble. Her face is bright like she just remembered something and it excites you. “When is your dress fitting?”

The brief excitement escapes you when you remember how much you’re not looking forward to it. Not because you don’t want to see your mother and Namjoon’s mother. It’s because you don’t like any of the dresses on the online catalog of Hyugas Bridal.

“Saturday.” You say, bringing your knees up to your chest and resting your chin on top of them. You’ve tried everything to convince yourself to be as excited as possible. It is your wedding dress fitting after all. A moment every little girl dreams about. A moment you have always dreamed about, but you can’t shake that there’s something holding you back from feeling exciting.

No, you know exactly why you’re not looking forward to it. The reason starts with Jung and ends with Hoseok.

He’s been in the back of your mind for the past week. Since the day the mothers have made a groupchat to decide the dress fitting date. At first you thought it was because it would be the first time they would be meeting. Then you shifted your blame when you caught a glimpse of the online catalog. Then one night while Namjoon was out with the boys, you remembered the faint promise from all those years ago, and things started making sense.

No, you haven’t spoken to the well renowned designer in years. After a year communication between the two of you ran dry. You never resented him for it. You were going through things and he was building his brand from the bottom up. Your problems were only going to make him worry and that was the last thing you wanted. But he’s been living in your head rent free. You keep going back and forth.

Should I text him?

Should I just settle?

Should I text him?

It’s a constant battle. One you haven’t decided on a winner. It’s putting such a damper on a day where you’re supposed to share fond memories with your mother and soon to be mother-in-law. Yet, you just can’t shake the feeling that you know what you want already.

You're stubborn like that.

“Why don’t you sound excited?” Casey lowers her voice. Her brows furrow in concern.

As much as you love Casey and now consider her a close friend. This is something you don’t want to simply get into. So you lie, “I’m just nervous, our mothers are meeting for the first time. And both of them have strong personalities.” You sigh.

Casey laughs, “I will keep you in my prayers for the rest of the week.”

You smile, your attention getting caught on Namjoon’s ringtone. You don’t even need to check your phone to know that he’s texted you that he’s done and to meet him downstairs. So, without a minute of hesitation you slip your feet into your heels again and stand up. “Thank you, I think I will need it a lot on Saturday.”

“Please, please, please send me pictures.” Casey clasps her hands in front of her, pouting and widening her eyes. You smile fondly. Casey has been your first female friend in years. A true girl's girl. A lovely breath of fresh air from all the testosterone you’ve been constantly surrounded by since childhood.

“Of course, you’re the only one who will get pics anyway.” You round your desk and shut off your desktop, and pick up your work bag slinging it over your shoulder.

“You mean I’ve knocked down the guys and made it up your list.” She stands up, smoothing down her pleated gray skirt.

“You will always be at the top of the list Cas.” You smile, getting your phone and unlocking it to Namjoon’s short text: Done, down in 5 mins.

Followed by another one that says: Dinner?

You smile and type a quick: poke bowl plssssss.

You lock your phone and stuff it into the pocket of your gray dress pants. Casey scoffs as she opens the door to your office. “You two are gross and cute.”

You follow her out of your office, “What do you mean?” You lock your office door and lock your arms with hers.

“You get this huge smile on your face and then your eyes get all twinkly. It’s a little gross.” She bumps her hip with yours before giggling. “It’s so cute though.”

“I think you’re making shit up.” You whisper, and she stops walking the minute she reaches the front reception desk. “I’ll buy you coffee tomorrow by the way.” You wink, as she takes her seat in front of her desktop. She still has two more hours left of her shift, and the last two hours are always the slowest.

“You don’t have to but it's greatly appreciated.” She moves her mouse to wake up her monitor, and slumps in her seat sighing. “I’ll work on my revisions and email you the appointments for next week.”

“Thanks Cas. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You rush out when you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. You don’t bother to check it nor stay for her to reply the second the elevator dings on your floor.

“Love ya,” Casey shouts after you, and you send her finger hearts as the elevator door closes.

“Jin wants to go out for drinks tomorrow.” Namjoon says as he enters the bathroom, leaning against the doorway. His eyes find yours through the mirror as you begin to apply your night cream.

You hum, placing the container against the counter. “You should go, the semester is almost over and you’ve been working hard.” You say, spreading the cream down your neck, cleaning your hands on a clean towel and proceeding to pick up the tube of your eye cream.

“I know but he’s inviting Tae and these days wherever Tae goes so does Jimin.” He pushes himself off the wall and walks towards you. “Things are still a little awkward between Jimin and I.” He finishes, facing you and leaning against the bathroom counter crossing his arms in front of him.

You smile, screwing the cap of your eye cream tube and placing it down. “I think you’re thinking about it too much. Jimin doesn’t hold grudges, plus we’ve talked things through already.” You pat your under eyes with your ring fingers and then turn to face him. “If it bothers you, you should talk to him too, but don’t feel pressured to do so because of me.”

He nods, uncrossing his arms and grabs your hands, reeling you in. “I definitely want to apologize to him and settle things between us before the wedding, but I don’t feel ready.”

“Then do it when you are ready Joon.” You reassure, lacing your fingers with his. “But I think you should still go, it’s been months since all of you got together to hang out.”

Namjoon opens his mouth to interject but you stop him with a roll of your eyes. “Working out together doesn’t count.”

He sighs, shaking his head, letting go of one of your hands and snaking his arm around your waist, scooting his leg between yours. “Sometimes it’s scary how you know what I’m thinking.” He whispers, placing his forehead against yours. “But I will go, I do miss them a little.” He confesses, and gives you a quick kiss on your lips before hugging you completely. “Can you tell me what’s been bothering you all week now?”

The only downside of couples therapy and learning more about each other is that neither of you can hide anything anymore. He is well aware that you’ve been up in your head more than usual.

You pull away, placing your hands on his cheeks. “Sometimes it's scary how you know that I’m thinking too much.”

He plays with the tie of your bathrobe, chuckling at your response. “Your thoughts are too loud, and you didn’t sleep last night.” He shrugs. “I was waiting for you to wake me up to talk but all you did was sigh and turn a thousand times.”

You pout, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to keep you up too.”

He shakes his head, “Don’t be. I would’ve interjected but I also know you wouldn’t have told me until your conscience was clearer.”

You nod. “I’m nervous about Saturday.”

Namjoon stops playing with the tie and hugs you again. “Don’t be, your mom is great and so is mine and I know they’ll get along fine. We might be making a mistake by introducing them to each other. I have a feeling they will be inseparable after Saturday.”

“It’s not that Joon.” You sigh, he tilts his head to the side. “I know they’ll get along, it's just that–” You stop biting your lip, trying to sort your words out as quickly as possible in your head.

As far you know, Hoseok and Namjoon haven’t spoken to each other in years. Jungkook knows why but he won’t tell you. He only says that they lost communication. But it's odd. Hoseok’s career has expanded to the point that he’s getting interviewed by Jimmy Fallon. He’s been invited to all the fashion weeks, and now has his own magazine. Your dream is to one day own one of his purses. You saw the ad for one a couple weeks ago on Instagram. You showed it to Namjoon and he had no reaction.

Which was weird because you thought Namjoon would be proud of his once best friend. He even grumbled a little when he found your box that kept all the magazine clippings from his previous interviews. It was your way of showing your support from a distance. So, whatever happened between them isn’t a normal falling out with no hard feelings.

From what you can tell there are hard feelings you just don’t know why. Nor do you want to pry, but the promise Hoseok made you all those years ago keeps echoing in your brain.

Maybe this is why you’ve been running yourself up the wall. You want to reach out but you don’t know how Namjoon would react if you told him you were. After all, Hoseok was a huge part of your life. A relationship Namjoon witnessed from start to finish.

“What is it?” He says with concern.

“I don’t want my wedding dress to come from Hyugas Bridal.” You whisper.

Namjoon nods, “That’s okay there’s so many other wedding dress shops, you can go to a new one.” He offers.

You shake your head, “I don’t want any of those dresses from any of those shops.”

Namjoon’s hands fall down to his side. “I see.” He pauses before, pushing past you and out the bathroom. His demeanor has changed so quickly you begin to suspect that he knows exactly what’s going on.

You follow him. “Joon what are you doing?” You enter your bedroom. It’s empty and you begin to wonder where exactly your fiance went until you see him walk out of the closet with a slip of line paper in his hand.

“Here,” He extends his hand. “Text him this is his new number.” He gently shoves the paper further in your direction.

“What is this? Text who?” You take the folded slip of paper and watch as he walks to the bed, sitting down on the edge.

“Hoseok, that’s who you want to design your wedding dress right?” He clasps his hands together. “He promised so it’s only right.” He adds, clenching his jaw.

Now, you’re confused. Actually, you’re beyond confusion at this point. You’re also concerned because Namjoon looks like he’s about to burst. “H-How do you know?”

Namjoon chuckles dryly, “He told me before he left.” He throws his hands up in the air. “Actually he told me a bunch of things but half of those things aren’t important. What’s important is that you want to wear one of his wedding dress designs so text him.”

You take a seat next to him. “Why does this bother you Joon?” You say softly, placing your hands on top of his, trying your best to smooth down the grip.

“Because it was supposed to be your wedding dress for your wedding with him.” He whispers, unclasping his hands and settling them on top of his pajama pants.

“Namjoon, we were never going to get married.” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“But you could’ve. He’s been back in town since January. Jin has tried everything to get us to meet again but I keep turning down his invites. If we hadn’t tried to solve our issues I have no doubt he would have contacted you again.”

You smile, bringing his hands to your lap. “Namjoon, things between Hobi and I are long over. I won’t lie to you and tell you I don’t love him anymore because I do just not in the same way I loved him back then and not the same way I love you now. I don’t want to marry him, I don’t think I ever wanted to marry him in the first place. He will always love his career more than anything in this world and that’s okay. I never will hold that against him because although it hurt when we broke up and I did make bad decisions trying to fill the void I felt when he left. I grew up. We both grew up Namjoon.” You finish, bringing his hands up to your lips and kissing his palms gently.

Namjoon sighs, “He will likely join us tomorrow and what if you run into him one day and fall for his charms again.” He pouts.

“Are you jealous?” You tilt your head in amusement. He lets go of your hands and rolls his eyes.

“So what if I am. Is that a problem? He’s a much better man than me in every sense of the word.” He stands up and walks to his side of the bed before peeling back your duvet.

You turn your body in his direction, biting your bottom lip to stifle your laugh. You’ve recently learned that Namjoon loves to sulk like a child and he has no problem expressing when something petty is bothering him.

“It’s not, I think it’s cute.” You sit up on your knees, before he scoffs and lays down, his back turned to you. You move closer to him and wrap your arm around his torso before leaning your body over his so you’re face to face with him. “You’re more than enough Joon.” You kiss his temple gently.

Namjoon rolls onto his back. “Are you sure?” He snakes his arms around your waist tugging you closer. You straddle his lap, and lean down resting your forehead against his. “I wouldn’t be working this hard to make our relationship work and better if I didn’t think you were enough.”

He throws his head back in defeat. His heart is beating so fast he’s thankful you can’t feel or hear it. His jealousy simmers in dying embers. Despite some unresolved differences between him and his oldest friend, he knows Hoseok isn’t one to try to break marriage apart.

“I love you,” Namjoon says after a while. His voice is soft and full of tenderness.

I love you.”

The last time you felt this nervous was the day you had to read your master thesis out loud in class to a group of judgmental writing students. The sales assistant has been watching you pace for the past five minutes since she led you to the back of the shop.

You admit it was a long shot, texting your ex boyfriend and world renowned fashion designer after Namjoon went to sleep. Sure, what you received was a very polite and formal message. To which you concluded that it was probably his personal assistant that messaged you.

So, did Hoseok know you were the one meeting with him about commissioning a wedding dress. Or did he figure it was just a normal customer. Still, the whole process was fairly quick. You figured he had a packed schedule considering he had just returned to his hometown after being away for years. You couldn’t help but wonder how things were going to go today, which was why you were running the clock, driving the sales assistant absolutely insane.

Finally, you get tired of wearing a hole in the ground and take a seat on the white sofa, just as the sales assistant whispers into her earpiece. “Mr.Jung will be here in two minutes.” She voices out, adjusting her blouse before moving to the door.

“Thank you.” You say crossing your legs and placing your bag next to you. Quickly you decide that’s too comfortable so you uncross them and place your bag on your lap again. Fidgeting with your hands, while the door slowly opens, revealing the one and only Jung Hoseok.

You almost feel like suffocating. Your breath hitches as he strolls in wearing a black suit. His hair is slicked back, and some dark sunglasses on the tip of his nose. He oozes a wave of confidence that you have never seen before, and you begin to wonder if he even remembers you and the promise he made to you all those years ago.

After five months of being away the two of you lost contact. Three years later he unfollowed you on instagram. Well technically he unfollowed everyone on instagram and only followed one person. A beautiful model whose name was Hailey. For years, they were speculated to be dating, but nothing has ever been confirmed or denied. So, who knows. But now he was here, silent, powerful, and looking better than ever.

And you feel foolish.

“So he finally came to his senses.” Hoseok clicks his tongue and removes his sunglasses, revealing his beautiful warm eyes.

You don’t know what comes over you. Just an overwhelming sense of nostalgia and before you know it you’re hugging him tight and crying into his very expensive suit. He chuckles, running a soothing hand down your back. He smells fresh, like a cool breeze on the beach. He feels different, but similar and all the love you once held for him comes rushing back in powerful strokes of color.

For a moment you feel twenty-one again.

Finally, you pull away and look at him, taking in all the features you once knew by memory. He has a few wrinkles on the side of his eyes. But he looks sharper in all the right places and you realize that just like Namjoon he has aged like fine wine.

“I’m sorry.” You sniffle, smoothing out the lapels of his suit. “I don’t know what came over me.” You chuckle awkwardly, looking around, avoiding eye contact as much as possible.

He chuckles, placing his hands on top of your shoulders. “I see you’re still as emotional as ever.” He notes, running his hands down your shoulders before taking your hand in his. He leads you towards the couch and sits you down before taking the seat next to you.

“Now, tell me how have you been?” He tilts his head, intertwining your fingers with his. If you didn’t know better, you’d mistaken this for a romantic gesture. But you know better as much as you love Hoseok. The love you feel for him is different from the love you feel for Namjoon. It’s just nostalgia with Hoseok, it’s unforgettable memories that you’ve buried. It’s young love that hasn’t known experiences. It’s the chase but never settling. And you’re ready to settle down.

“I’ve been great. The fall semester starts next week so I’ve been running around like crazy, in and out of meetings. You know the usual boring work life.” You wave off, wiping your eyes with the handkerchief he's handed you. “How have you been, you look amazing.” You blurt out, widening your eyes.

He chuckles, “I’ve been better, fashion week is in a month and we are still deciding on garments for the models to wear.”

“Wow, fashion week.” You say in disbelief, shaking your head, to keep the tears at bay. “You really made it Hobi. I’m so proud of you.” You whisper the last part and hug him once more, letting go of your tears.

It was so embarrassing but you couldn’t help it. You’ll send him money for the dry cleaners later.

“It wasn’t easy but knowing I’ll one day have this moment with you kept me going.” He whispers, kissing the top of your head, and pulling away. “You look amazing too, I’d love to have you as my professor.” He winks, making you laugh.

“I’d love to have you as my personal designer.” You retaliate, making him laugh. He lets go of your hands and stands up, posing dramatically. “That’s why I’m here. Now, come on, I have a few design ideas I want to run by you first.” He extends his hands for you and pulls you up quickly. “These are just prototypes but I think they all suit you one way or another.” He says, nodding towards the sales assistant who leaves through the bright pink curtains.

“Wait, wait, wait Hobi. How do you already have prototypes?”

Hoseok rolls his eyes jokingly. “Joon and I have been in contact here and there. So, I’ve been designing these since then. And don’t worry he hasn’t seen any of them.”

You’re floored, your annoyance zeroing in on your conniving and jealous fiance. Why the hell did he make you meeting Hoseok such a big deal if he had been plotting this against your back? But instead of focusing on that, you feel the butterflies in your stomach begin to erupt when the sales assistant comes in with three garment bags.

“Are you ready?” Hoseok says, stuffing his hands in the pocket of his dress pants.

Your heart begins to thunder against your chest when each garment bag is hung in front of you. You look at Hoseok who has the biggest smile on his face and you realize what a full circle moment this is for the two of you. You gave up your relationship for dreams either of you didn’t know you’d ever achieve. Yet, here you are. Him a self made fashion designer making a pit stop on his busy schedule to do this for you. And you, you are working your dream job and getting ready to marry the love of your adult life.

You smile nodding enthusiastically. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

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kitty-tea · 10 months ago

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Like father, like son

Part 2 @xcinnamonmalfoyx

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Summary: After the drastic event in you, James, and Harry’s lives, things aren’t the same, but that still doesn’t dull your attraction towards James. In fact, the more time you spend apart from him, the more you can’t stop thinking about him.

A/n: Hi welcome to part 2! This turned out to be way longer than I intended.

Pairing: dilf!James Potter x reader

NSFW 18+ only!

Word count: 5k

Tags/warnings: super long, porn with plot, sexual content, nsfw, masturbation, sex dream, pet names, age gap, reader is of age, James lives, death, angst, fluff, not canon complacent, slow burn, conflicting feelings, sexual frustration, guilt, James is a dilf

The day came for you to say goodbye to Harry. It was also the day Molly and Arthur would pick you so you could move into their house during the school year since the older children had moved out and they could use an extra pair of hands around the house.

Before the train left, you, Harry, and his parents met up with Hermione and the Weasleys. You thought of how glad you were to see them again as you gave each one of them a hug. Ginny had grown taller, Ron had grown stronger, Hermione was still smart as ever, and the twins were still the same goofballs you had graduated with.

You thought it was unusual that Harry gave you an even bigger hug than he did to his parents.

“You alright there?” You asked him.

“I’ll miss you, you know.” He said. “It’ll be my first year without you.”

“Hey, what about us?!” Fred and George’s voices came from behind you, making you jump.

“He’ll get over it.” You turned to them and waved your hand in front of you. “And he was talking to me.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Sure he was.” You could practically hear the smirk in Fred’s voice.

“Who wouldn’t miss their big sister?” Same with George’s.

“Don’t you guys know you’re embarrassing him?” Hermione joined in on the conversation.

She was right. You looked in Harry’s direction, where you were greeted by his blushing face.

Why did it seem like they all knew something about Harry that you didn’t?

“Everything will be alright, Harry. We’ll write to each other.” You gave him a reassuring smile and rubbed his back in an attempt to soothe the redness in his cheeks, but that apparently only made it worse.

“I’m sure he’ll be writing to her more than to his parents.” You heard one of the twins whisper to the other one.

You had an easy time distracting yourself from the grief of your parent’s deaths and your forbidden attraction towards James. There was never a boring day in the Burrow. You were always doing something with Molly and Arthur whether it was training, helping out in the garden, cleaning and cooking, or helping the both of them host Order meetings in their house. Other times, you were writing back and forth to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. In his latest letter, Harry had written that he had become the captain of the Quidditch team, and Ron became the Keeper, both of whom you congratulated in your subsequent letters.

The Order meetings were something you dreaded as much as you looked forward to because it was when you’d be forced to be in the same room as James and Lily, whom you hoped wouldn’t suspect you of having a crush on her husband.

You weren’t expecting to embarrass yourself when you came downstairs wearing Percy’s old sleepwear. In the living room was every adult member of the Order you’ve met so far. Not every member showed up to every meeting, so this was a surprise for you.

You saw Remus and Tonks sharing a seat on an oversized armchair big enough to fit both of them while her parents were standing nearby, talking to them. The younger Tonks was the first person to see you as she gave you a goofy grin and waved at you. Next to the pair, the twins were standing next to each other in their own side conversation. Sirius, James, and Lily were at the dining table. Across the room, there was Mundungus Fletcher looking at a shelf of magical artifacts as if they were the most interesting things in the world, and Alastor Moody stood next to him, as if he were making sure he didn’t steal anything. You thought you saw Molly throw a disgusted look towards Fleur Delacour who was talking to Bill and Charlie.

“What’re you all doing here?” You asked groggily.

“Time for you to go back to bed, young lady.” You heard Sirius say.

“What’s going on?” You ignored him.

You then noticed everyone looking at each other back and forth, making you feel awkward.

“Make sure she doesn’t find out.” Tonks was whispering and you saw Remus and Sirius roll their eyes at her inability to keep her mouth shut.

“Find out about what?” You looked at Tonks straight in the eyes.

“Nice one, Tonks. Now she’s going to find out.” Fred elbowed her.

“At least it’s not us getting in trouble this time.” George whispered to his brother.

“Will someone tell me what’s happening?” You demanded the now silent crowd.

“It’s about Dumbledore.” Alastor Moody was the one to get straight to the point.

“We think there’s a plot to assassinate him.” Remus said reluctantly.

“You think?” You raised your eyebrows at him. “What evidence is there? Who brought this up?”

“We got a letter from one of the students.” Sirius said, looking towards his two companions at the table. “It was discovered that Draco Malfoy had been the one planning it. Voldemort had tasked him over the summer. There were other unsuccessful attempts-”

“What student?” You interrupted him.

“That’s not important.” James said.

“Harry followed Malfoy into the bathroom and interrogated him after he overheard Snape scolding him about how he was supposed to poison Dumbledore, not Ron.” As fast as Tonks had blurred out the story, everyone else glared at her.

“Oops.” She whispered meekly.

“You’re going to save Dumbledore right?” You asked everyone, making sure to look them all in the eye. They all gave each other that look that implied they were planning something that excluded you.

“We can’t let you come with us.” Arthur said.

“Why not?” You asked him.

He didn’t let any emotion show on his face.

“There will be Death Eaters trying to get into the school. If they see you, you’ll be in even more danger. They’re already looking for you.” With a deep breath he added, “Especially because they failed to find you and kill you after they did to your parents. Or worse… Make you join them. I’m so sorry.”

“You mean all this time they were looking for me?” You were shocked at Arthur’s revelation. “That’s why you kept shuffling me around different homes this past year. Because you were hiding me without me knowing.” It was all starting to make sense.

“Arthur, that’s enough you’ve upset her.” You must’ve looked like you were about to vomit because Molly came over to you and put an arm around your shoulder.

“Come on, Dear. Let’s get you upstairs. I’ll make you a cup of tea.” She said to you.

“I’m going.” You said boldly.

“No you are not.” James slammed his hand on the table as he stood up.

“If they’re looking for me, let them find me. I don’t want to hide. I want to be a part of something that makes a difference. Isn’t that what it means to be a member of the Order of the Phoenix?” You shrugged off Molly’s hand from your shoulder.

“Hogwarts Express leaves in two hours.” Moody said.

“Alastor! No!” Molly yelled in a threatening tone like she was dealing with the twins.

“She has a point. If she wants to prove she’s capable of handling herself, let her. I trust her.” You were thankful at least someone knew the right way to treat you like an adult.

You could tell no one in the room was happy with what Moody had to say even if he did have a point.

James couldn’t stop bouncing his leg against his seat. The countless possible outcomes of what could happen to you ran through his mind faster than the train was running. He felt Lily’s hand patting his thigh, as if trying to soothe him.

“I remember my first time riding this train.” She smiled, looking out at the mountains.

James scoffed. “So do I. That’s when I first met you. And Snivellus. You know we’ll see him right? He works there.”

“Come on, James. He’s changed just as much as you did.”

“From what Harry’s told us about him, I know he’s changed from a bitter teenage boy to a bitter teacher.”

“It’ll be alright, you don’t have to be overly friendly with him if you do see him.” James felt comforted as she put her hand on his.

The scenery zooming past the window did nothing to soothe the nauseous feeling inside your stomach that had been there since the morning. One thing you were grateful for was that you were alone in the compartment. You didn’t want anyone else to see you like this, all huddled up with your knees to your chest, looking like a nervous wreck. You didn’t want the others to regret their decision to bring you along. You were starting to second guess yourself. Maybe you should’ve listened to James and Arthur by staying at the Burrow.

You tapped your finger against the handle of your wand that was tucked into your boot. You then moved onto fiddling with the laces of your dress, (the one that Sirius dug out from his mother’s closet.) You had to busy yourself with anything to get your mind off your anxiety.

You were a Gryffindor. It was your job to be brave, you reminded yourself as you let yourself doze off.

You awoke to a knock on the window of your compartment door. You sat up and rubbed your eyes as the faces of Moody and Tonks came into focus.

You opened the door to let them in.

“Good evening, Sleepyhead.” Tonks greeted you, alerting you that it was in fact evening already and that you’d be arriving in Hogsmeade soon.

“Now, you listen to me.” Moody said, as he let his staff bang on the floor in front of him before he and Tonks took a seat in front of you. “I trust you enough to come with us. Tonks and I both think you’re ready.”

You looked at Tonks, who gave you one of her goofy smiles and a thumbs up.

“The problem is,” Moody continued with a frown. “The others underestimate you. They can’t keep coddling you.”

“Don’t worry.” Tonks gave you a reassuring smile. “I remember my first mission with the Order. I was just as nervous as you are.”

“Don’t, under any circumstances, separate from anyone in the group.” Moody said to you gruffly. “Are we clear? You can’t be seen alone by a Death Eater.”

“Yes sir.” You said.

As soon as all of you got off the train, you looked at each other, sensing a more sinister presence across the Black Lake looming over the school.

“They're here already.” Sirius said grimly.

“How? We know the teachers put up protection charms around the school to keep out the Death Eaters.” James said.

“I don’t know, James.” Sirius shrugged. “But we need to get there quickly.”

All of you then rushed to where the carriages were. You looked on sadly as you saw James sitting next to Lily with Remus and Sirius across from them.

You shivered in your dress as you got onto the carriage with Tonks and Moody.

“I know what you’re thinking…” Tonks caught you off guard when she winked at you.

“Excuse me?” You looked to Moody for clarification, but it seemed he was just as confused as you were.

“Don’t pretend like I don’t know what you’re thinking. I went through the same thing with Remus.”

Your eyes widened and you blushed as it then clicked in your brain what she meant. Moody looked on to the side of the carriage, completely ignoring you two.

“There’s no need to feel bad even though he’s married.”

“What?!” You loudly whispered as you covered your mouth. You looked at your two companions feeling embarrassed.

“Moody’s been around too long to not know how to keep secrets and ignore them.” Tonks said nonchalantly.

You felt disturbed that she was able to read you so openly. If she was able to do it, you’d hate to imagine what the others might pick up on from you.

“I know you.” Tonks went on. You wanted to tell her to shut up as much as you wanted her to keep talking. “You’re too innocent to want to hurt Lily. That’s why you’ve never said anything. Don’t be scared of your feelings as long as you don’t act on them.”

“Yeah, I won’t.” You scoffed, more to yourself.

“Then you haven’t got anything to worry about.” She said a little too cheerfully.

“Oh… thanks?” You didn’t know what else to say about her awkward, but well-intentioned attempt at giving you advice.

As you got to the school, your nerves didn’t calm down one bit. In fact, they seemed to multiply. Heeding Moody’s advice, you tried to stay as close to everyone, but you somehow found yourself alone in the familiar dark corridors. You lost track of time, trying your best to hide from any Death Eaters roaming the castle along with the screaming students running for their lives.

You thought you had lost everyone when you heard a voice softly call out your name.

You turned around to the sight of Harry running towards you. He was wearing jeans and a hoodie. You felt tears threaten to escape you. You were so glad you found someone you were familiar with amongst all this chaos.

“Harry, what is it?” You asked frantically.

“It’s Voldemort! He and the Death Eaters got into the castle and now they're battling with the Order in the Astronomy Tower!” He answered you just as frantically. He was also out of breath. “Dumbledore told me to run. And then, my parents told me to go and find you.”

“I’m so happy you’re alright.” You hugged Harry just as tightly as he hugged you. “Where are the other students?”

“Fred and George are helping the Prefects make sure everyone else gets to their common rooms.” He said.

“I have to go help your parents and the others!” You suddenly let go of him.

“Dad told me to get you to the Gryffindor common room where he thinks you’ll be safe.” Harry contradicted.

“I told your dad and the rest of the Order that I’m not hiding.” You contradicted him back. “I’m going to help. Are you coming with me?” You took out your wand from inside your boot.

Harry sighed. “Alright, then.”

Seeing as how Harry was almost as short as you, you had no trouble keeping up with each other’s footsteps as you ran through the castle and up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower. The first person whose eyes you caught were James’. He was in a duel with Professor Snape, who if you looked closely, was deflecting James’ attacks at the Death Eaters next to him. You knew Snape was a powerful wizard, so there was no way he’d do this unintentionally. It was strange to you, but you didn’t question it out loud.

“Kids! Get out of here!” James yelled at you and Harry, which made Snape turn his eyes towards you.

“I’m not leaving without a fight!” You yelled back through the sounds of other screaming wizards around you.

“Stop it! This isn’t the time to try to act like a brave little Gryffindor! You’ll only get hurt! Harry, I told you to make sure she gets to the common room with the other students!” James was out of breath as much as Snape was. You were just as thankful as you were confused as to why Snape didn’t try to attack you and Harry.

“No, Dad. She didn’t want to go. And I’m with her!” Harry exclaimed cofindently. “I’m not leaving without a fight either.” You both gave each other a nod.

For the first time since entering the tower, you took a full glance at your surroundings.

Tonks and her parents were fighting against two witches you recognized as Bellatrix Lestrange and her younger sister Narcissa Malfoy, who looked like she didn’t want to be there, with the eldest of the three sisters repeatedly throwing insults at the middle one, along the lines of “blood-traitor” or “mud-blood lover.” If it weren’t for the wands, it would’ve looked like a typical family argument.

You then saw Fleur, Bill, and Charlie try with their combined strengths to fend off the wolfish attacks of Fenrir Greyback, whom you knew as the one responsible for turning Remus into what he had become. If he was no weaker than three grown wizards combined, you’d hate to see what he’d be capable of in his full wolf form.

The two most powerful wizards in the room however, were Dumbledore and Voldemort, who instead of exchanging words and attacks, put all their energy into a clash of light, daring each other to let go and give into the exhaustion.

It was Dumbledore who gave in, as Voldemort’s blast hit him and sent him to the ground. Dumbledore may have been old, but his speed at getting up was rivaled to that of someone your age.

You saw Voldemort whip his head around to find a new target, you and Harry. He shot a non-verbal attack at you, and with you and Harry’s combined strengths, were able to block it.

You saw James let go of his mission of attacking Snape as he turned to the three of you, and before Voldemort could get a look at him, he pushed him to the ground.

“I told you two to get out!” James yelled angrily.

Using the strength of both hands, Voldemort grabbed James by the collar of his shirt, and tugged him off before pulled him up to eye-level.

“James Potter…” He sneered, as James clenched his teeth, keeping eye contact with him. “Just as weak as the day I tried to kill you all those years ago.”

James grabbed his wrist and pried them off of him, but not before spitting in his face.

“You are not scaring me!” He yelled over the sound of Voldemort’s cackling.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Snape standing all alone, everyone else too distracted by fighting each other to notice him, but not you and Harry.

Snape aimed his wand at Dumbledore, and you heard the spell being used for the first time.

“Avada Kedavra.” He didn’t sound angry, just sad, like he knew he had to do this and was dreading it. You guessed that with all of Malfoy’s failed assassination attempts, Snape decided to take matters into his own hands.

Except it didn’t hit Dumbledore because Lily pushed him back to the ground, making the blast hit her instead.

The entire battle stopped, and everyone put down their wands.

“Lily! No!” James turned his attention to Lily from Voldemort, who looked like a child watching fireworks on New Year’s.

Harry was being held back by Remus from attempting to lung out at Snape and get himself hurt, you assumed. The only things that came out of Harry were tears and a scream, no words.

You heard Bellatrix’s cackle as she was the first Death Eater to fly away from the observation deck, not without a goodbye.

“Until next time, little sister!” Her maniacal laughter faded along with her. Narcissa pushed past her niece as she wordlessly sprinted down the stairs, probably to go find Draco.

After the other Death Eaters flew away, Voldemort disapparated along with his maniacal laughter that was deeper than Bellatrix’s. Snape was the only Death Eater who remained.

It was James who threw a punch at Snape, but all he did was stand there without a word, letting James use him as a punching bag a couple more times.

“I was right about you! You are still the same terrible person I went to school with! Lily tried convincing me you’ve changed! She was your friend! I can’t believe she ever chose to be your friend! You never deserved her in your life! You will never be worthy enough to have someone like her in your life!” With each sentence that ripped out of him, James’ punches towards Snape became more potent until there was a faint line of blood coming out of his mouth.

“Fight back, you coward!” Was the last thing James yelled before letting his fist drop to look at the forming bruises on his knuckles.

Dumbledore was silent as he came over to James, and put an arm around the crying man’s shoulders.

He gently pulled him away, and whispered, “I’ll apparate her body back to Godric’s Hollow. Make sure you and the others regroup at your home. I’ll meet you there.”

James held his head up, revealing his tears to everyone. He nodded at Dumbledore’s order.

There were bouquets of Lilies everywhere in James’ living room. The number of flowers had greatly outnumbered the people. He couldn’t have known that during the moment Lily was talking about her first train ride to Hogwarts, it would also be her last train ride to Hogwarts. It was like a twisted circle of life, is how James saw it.

Then there was you and Harry. You had lost two parents, gained multiple parental figures, and lost one of them in the span of a year. Harry had never seen someone die before, and it was even worse that the first death he witnessed was his own mother.

He saw you and Harry sitting on the couch together. Your arm was around his shoulder, and he was sobbing his heart out. People used to tell James that boys don’t cry and they should feel shame for showing such a vulnerable emotion in public, but at that moment, James felt proud of his son for having the courage to show his emotions in public, and proud of you for being a good supportive friend to his son.

The rest of the wake went by in a blur, the only other vivid thing James remembered being Dumbledore giving a small speech about Lily’s life before inviting whomever to give their own speeches about her.

This was the last day James would be in close proximity with you for a very long time.

Life went on, but you never stopped thinking about James. After saving up your money, Sirius helped you find a flat in London while Arthur was finally convinced to arrange for you to begin your training as an Auror under the mentorship of Kingsley Shacklebolt. Being as busy as you were, you stopped showing up to the Order meetings even though you received every invitation Arthur had sent you.

Although you were new in the Ministry, Kingsley still held you to the same standards and expectations as he did with the older employees. That only made you more eager to prove yourself which led to you being satisfied with the outcome of your hard work.

That didn’t mean you were any less grateful for the Potters, Weasleys, Sirius, and other members of the Order for helping to shape you into who you had become. You would never stop being grateful towards Lily for everything she had done for you over the past year you’d known each other. You felt that your gratefulness towards Lily and the sadness you felt for her death made you even more guilty of still having that same attraction you had towards James.

You still thought about him every night before you went to bed. Every time you thought about your memories with him while you were in bed, you would experience a dull ache between your thighs that didn’t go away unless you used your fingers, your hairbrush, or even your pillow to rub in that specific spot to relieve it.

Still wearing your camisole and your panties, you tried to drift off to sleep, but once again, your mind imagined that instead of you being by yourself, that James was next to you. It was summer which meant it was way too hot for you to put a blanket over yourself.

Your head started to feel hazy as your fingers traced over your lips, imagining a kiss with James. The knuckles of your other hand found themselves brushing from the back of your ear to your neck, where you remembered James had brushed a strand of your hair behind it during that training session.

There was no denying that jolt of pleasure that ran through you for a split second as his finger accidentally grazed along the seam of your shorts that covered your pussy. As if having your pussy lips being touched wasn’t enough, you had even felt the pressure of his finger on the sensitive little nub just above it. Just imagining his fingers being there again made that ache between your thighs burn even more.

You let your fingertips trail from your lips to your neck before going over the hardened peak of one of your nipples. You gasped at the pleasurable sensation you brought onto yourself. You continued to softly rub your finger over your nipple, then squeezing your breast, alternating between the two actions. The fingers of your other hand then went over the goosebumps covering your stomach before tracing over the lace trim of your panties. Your fingers were so close to circling over your clit and your inner lips which were so swollen from all the blood rushing to them that just the lightest pressure of anything against the thin material covering them would make you explode.

“Well, aren’t you a filthy little girl.” You suddenly heard a deep voice from the corner of the room, and you could see the shiny outline of a pair of glasses. You felt your cheeks reddening as you pulled your fingers away from yourself, embarrassed at being caught in such a private moment.

“James?” You gasped, sitting up, your hair falling to your face.

“You were thinking about me weren’t you?” His features started to morph into clarity.

“How…?” The next thing you knew, you looked down, and your camisole and panties were gone as you were laying down on your bed without anything to cover you.

You tried to move your limbs, but it was as if there was an invisible rope binding them onto your mattress. You looked up, and gasped to see James also wasn’t wearing anything either. He had taken his position in front of your bed, standing in front of it, and he was stroking himself. You were mesmerized by the way his hand slid up and down his hard shaft and the grunts that would come out of his mouth at every other stroke.

“Oh, James. I want your delicious cock! I can’t stop thinking about you!”

You were unable to control your mouth as you found yourself moaning those sentences out loud. You gasped, feeling mortified.

“Aww…” James frowned, feigning empathy. “You poor little slut. You couldn’t help yourself could you? Having all these filthy thoughts about me while I was married. You were a good girl, holding yourself back. But now you feel free don’t you? Free to take me? You’re ready to be a little slut.”

“Please! I’m sorry!” You couldn’t believe he would insinuate something like that. You had not once dared to feel happy about Lily’s death and claim James all for yourself. You would’ve hurt your friendship with Harry, and you would’ve been guilty of feeling like you were replacing his mother.

“You’ve been such a good little girl. Don’t you just want to give in?” James brushed his thumb over your bottom lip. It was as if there was something controlling you, making you unable to resist sucking on his thumb.

You looked into his eyes as he was smirking. He pulled out his thumb with a plop.

“I promise you, it’ll feel really good.” You shivered as he caressed your cheek. “I know that I’m hungry to feast on that delicious looking pussy you’re showing me.”

“Make me feel good, James!” You screamed, and you felt his warm tongue slide up along your inner lips before taking one of them in his mouth and sucking on it.

You released a loud moan that was straight out of those Muggle porno films you had found stashed in Sirius’ home that you watched without his knowledge.

His lips let go of your pussy before he moved onto your face. There, you found yourselves with your lips locked onto each other’s.

You didn’t understand what was happening as you felt like James’ lips were on every sensitive area of your body when his face was right in front of you. You felt a warm, wet sucking sensation on both of your nipples, making you arch your back and moan into his mouth.

Before you knew it, you felt his cock probing at your entrance. You stayed in your position, panting and moaning around him, overwhelmed and drunk on the pleasure he was feeding you. There was tension that started to build inside your core which began to build more and more pressure inside of you.

You were about to scream as you opened your eyes and were greeted by the sight of your bedroom which was empty of anybody else besides you. You were left with disappointment at the orgasm that died down inside of you with your waking breath.

You gasped at the familiar ache between your thighs accompanied by a warm wetness inside your panties.

If you couldn’t finish the job in your dream, you could at least do yourself a favor by doing whatever you could do to pleasure yourself.

You pushed the feeling of guilt that had come up in your dream to the back of your mind while your fingers found their way inside your panties.

You were so wet from your dream last night that it was easy for your finger to frantically slide up, down, and between your inner lips. You felt a wave of pleasure crash over you immediately as your middle finger applied the right amount of pressure on your clit while rubbing it. You came inside your panties while moaning and screaming James’ name.

As fast as your orgasm wore off, guilt took the place of pleasure. Tears started to form in your eyes at the realization of what you had done. Maybe you were the filthy slut that James from your dreams said you were.

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blingblong55 · 1 year ago

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Maybe I need it- 141 +König

Based on a request:

hi!! im here to make a request!! ignore this request if it makes u uncomfortable!! milf/dilf reader x 141 + konig or whoever u want!! maybe they had a few kids from an old marriage or adopted a few children and love them dearly!! then along comes 141 seeing sweet n caring mom/dad readers when they’re on break from their messy and chaotic lives in the military!! seeing readers being so loving and gentle towards their children makes them realize how much they need that domesticity in their lives <3 just an idea hehehe

F!Reader, Milf!reader, Mum!Reader, fluff

A/N: Bc it is race weekend here in Silverstone...I had to include F1 into this...sorry (not really)

You are a mother to 3 precious little kids. After finding out through your last marriage you wouldn't be able to conceive, your husband divorced you and you adopted these three kids later after the divorce was finalised. They have become your absolute world, always the little giggles around base, soldiers have grown fond of your children, always bringing them little toys for when they visit base or asking if they can go the football field and play some friendly game with them. All under your supervision of course. When you made the move to a new base, you found it hard for your kids to visit, always keeping them off base unlike in the previous one.

The men you work with know you have children and are a single mum. They can walk into your office and immediately spot at least three pictures of your children. None of them, or at least him, cared to even think of having kids, considering his job and what he lives through, he'd never want his own mind to ruin something that is so precious and innocent.

This past week, Laswell granted them all a small break. He of course went back to his flat, the same old empty flat, nothing special to hold. By morning on a Sunday, you and your children were sitting on the grass of the local public park, where they'd host watch parties for F1. He had heard about it, but never took much part in anything like that until he saw you four. Two of your children at your sides, tiny hands on your back as the youngest rested on your lap, talking some nonsense that made you chuckle. It was a sight for sure.

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Price:

he was the one who said didn't want anything romantic because he wouldn't want anyone to mourn for him (thinks he doesn't deserve it)

The second he saw you, something in him stirred. You were an attractive mum, always happy and interested in what your children had to say/do/show you.

He watched from afar, how this view from afar looked like those romantic movie scenes.

When he saw you and your children cheer on for some driver and how happy the four of you looked, that's when he wanted to approach.

Realised he needed this, the sense of a home, a wife and three kids he can spoil rotten. It was a hidden dream of his, wanted to wake up Saturday mornings, go to the kitchen and find you there, wrap his arms around you and kiss your neck, kids running to the both of you.

Maybe he was meant for more than being a captain, perhaps he could be a dad and a husband, go to races or take your kids carting, have some activity where he can show how much of a dad he is.

Gaz:

Always ran away when he saw signs of love, never needed any reason to come home, and always had his head on the next mission.

He has gotten so used to being a soldier and when he saw you, it was a weird feeling, he wanted that, no, he needed it. He sat far, not paying much attention to the sport on the screen but you four, how good you looked in a cap, wanted to give you his for a change.

Wants to sit on the grass, chase the kids when one would run off, hear your giggles, and have a picnic. Wants to listen to your kids ramble on and on over Ferrari or listen to you when you'd make a strategy for them to overtake the Red Bulls.

It was strange, for the first time in his adult life, he didn't want to run from it, wanted to hold it and never let go of it, wanted to have someone. Wanted to finally settle down, and marry the girl that makes him this excited to be so...domestic

When your kids would jump and chant some driver's name, he would chuckle, what a different life you and he lived. He would wake up to new missions, and you'd wake up to three little kids. He had a cold and boring breakfast, you warm pancakes and little dinos on the table, apple or orange juice as you poured the syrup.

He needed that change, wanted a warm kiss, trip over some car toys and then wake up early to watch some 20 guys go in complicated circles as your three children and you yelled at the tv, "C'mon, you could've used that DRS to your advantage!" you'd stand up. He'd just watch and admire.

Soap:

He is a player, always jumping from warm arms to cold blankets.

He is a young lad, doesn't need to be thinking of a girl to wife or where to live to give your kids a comfortable space to grow in. The second he sees you and your children, made him feel like he was missing something. A child in your arms as you try your best to split your time between your two children.

Maybe he wanted it? maybe he just found you attractive and seeing this side of you stirred something in him? He just can't be honest with himself.

He knows you are divorced, knows you give your kids all the attention you can give and what if he wanted that attention too? would it be bad if your kids had a stepdad?

Seeing how your figure didn't scream 'mum of three' made him want you more, made him want to move into a home, wake up Sundays and do this, sit on the grass and watch some people drive around, just wanted you and kids included.

Perhaps if he does move from where he is, he can for a second pretend he is a father, and make all the other men around jealous. He knows what he should do, but what if you don't need him? König:

He wasn't a fan of the sport but he was bored and needed to just get out of his place. The AustrainGP was happening, of course, he would support the only team that was Austrian.

When he saw your kids wearing orange and cheering for Red Bull, that's when his mind wandered. What would it be of him if he had that?

Sundays with you four, cheering for the team every race weekend, watching your children jump when the drivers would win, watching you watch them, how in love you are with being a mother.

Maybe being a soldier isn't all he could be. Having you there, how lucky he'd be if he had a literal milf as his wife, how attractive you were in civilian clothes, how your kids proved you loved them, and maybe if he was lucky, he could also receive some of your love.

The way you always encouraged your children, gave them so much love and helped them pursue their dreams. Maybe he wanted to be a dad to them, on the weekends stay up and show them how to do things, build and help them destroy them all whilst having you by his side, kissing your cheek anytime he gets so excited.

A weekend full of giggles, cuddles, tea parties and dress-up time. A whole weekend where war, criminals, guns and power had no place in his home...your home. He now yearns for it.

Ghost:

(he is Terminator...y'know..the big buffy Russian guy)

of course, he wouldn't want a family, preferred it that way.

But when he saw you there, kids in arms or at arms reach, the way they clung to you, something deep in him wanted that. It was a scary thought for him to even have. Always finds his pleasure in some woman from time to time(we've seen the comics let's be real)

His mind wandered to Tommy and his family, how he would tell him it was time to settle down, and he'd just brush that off, maybe this was Tommy's sick way of haunting him, making him want a family.

Christmas dinners at your parents, him wearing something to impress them, wrapping paper scattered on the floor the morning of. You, on his lap, as you watched your children unwrap their gifts and how excited he'd be to play with them after breakfast.

Maybe after all the running he had done, life was ready to repay him, give him something to come home to. Fridays after picking the kids up from school, heading to Johnny's, drinks and laughter, kids messing with his vinyl collection, he told them to do that.

He wanted you the most, to wake up and have you wrapped in his arms, morning kisses and how he would have to give himself an extra five minutes to just cuddle you before heading to base. liked how you got all excited and smiled with your children, being a dad, maybe this would be what he needed. Being a husband, the best there could be.

A/N: Anyways, i really hope ya liked it!

Tags: @kiamewrites

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pomplalamoose · 1 year ago

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DILF Luke headcanons / story draft pt. 2

🌹modern day AU🌹

A/N: Guess who's back with more dilf Luke content!🤠 Thank you SO so much for liking the first part as much as you did🫶🏻 I hope you'll enjoy this second part as well!

part 1, part 3, part 4, part 5

• his possessiveness isn't something he allows to be seen on the outside

• he is aware that he has no right to call you his own, even though he desperately wants to

• but you're so much younger than he is and, above all, have grown to become his child's best friend

• he does not want to take you away from them

• nor does he want to cause an awkward situation that might threaten to break your friendship

• and while objectively speaking all three of you are adults, he still views himself as the one that should be the most responsible

• this however won't stop him from thinking about you basically every minute of the day

• maybe he can't have you but nobody said anything about not buying you little presents here and there and offering his help whenever he can

• he wholeheartedly enjoys the way you are unable to hide your blush of excitement when he surprises you with a pretty necklace or a new pair of earrings

• he loves to hear your weak little protests and how easily he can make them fizzle out with a soft smile and the gentle promise that no, it wasn't expensive at all

• no, he isn't just getting you things out of the blue

• just take a look at the calendar, soon it's Christmas!

• soon it's your birthday!

• it's the beginning of summer!

• you have known each other for a year now!

• he always finds a reason

• of course you make sure to always wear his gifts too, they're beautiful and well chosen, matching your style perfectly

• oh how his heart sings whenever he can be a witness to it

• everyone is supposed to see and know that he was the one who got them for you

• it's his secret way of claiming you, of making sure to tell everyone else that you're taken, that someone already has their eyes on you

• if it wasn't for your lovely smell he would have liked to buy you a perfume to wear as well

• meanwhile you are absolutely clueless and think nothing of it, surely he's just being extra nice because he's finally used to your presence in his household?

• maybe he wants to make up for how he acted before?

• similarly your friend doesn't think it's weird either, after all that's just how he is, you know?

• he cares so much for the people in his live and of course he'd eventually come around to liking you a lot too

• after all, how could he not? You're around his house most of your free time

• secretly you are a little bit disappointed

• it may be foolish to hope for your friend's father to have taken an interest in you but your heart isn't interested in common sense

• I think you'd struggle admitting to yourself that you have a crush though

• he's your friend's father

• how would this work anyways?

• nevertheless your attraction stays

• it's the only thing you don't dare to talk to your friend about

• in your day dreams you fantasize about his big hand resting on your thigh while he drives and find yourself wishing for it to travel just a little bit higher

• you feel giddy with barely concealed nervousness whenever he touches you, hoping that this time he will make a move

• he never does

• and never does his touch find you outside of his car

• See? This gesture is altogether innocent, you tell yourself

• after all he never comes this close to you in any other situation and yet...

• "oh, he's being such a dad!", your friend says when you ask them about it

• "he keeps his hand near me as well so he can easily catch me when he needs to abruptly hit the brakes"

• and they're right, Luke does indeed reach out with his right arm to stabilize your upper body whenever he slows down the car

• still, his hand isn't just conveniently near to do so, it's literally on you during the whole ride

• maybe you've failed to mention that exact fact to your friend though

• you are conflicted and confused and eventually, despite your stupid heart insisting to speed up whenever you see him, decide to let it go

• from an outside perspective nothing about your relationship changes

• you continue to spend much of your free time with your friend

• their father further upholds his offer and drives you home at night

• every time, without fail, does he hold on to you

• and despite this going on for a long while you are none the wiser

• you are still uncapable to read his emotions

• you have not the slightest of clues about what goes on inside of him

• you remain in the dark about his past

• in many aspects he is more of a mystery to you now than he used to be when all you knew was his name

• yes, his demeanor has softened towards you

• but regardless there are certain moments in which you catch yourself being slightly frightened of him

• just like at the beginning

• your friend never mentions the peculiarities he puts on display and so you keep silent as well

• not seldomly does he get a call from work during dinner and while he always leaves the room, too polite to answer the phone at the table, you still are able to overhear how sharp and commanding his voice turns

• you seriously struggle to meet his gaze when he returns after

• sometimes during car rides, you try to make small talk

• you always mean well

• you want to pick up a topic you had earlier that day or to ask about a recipe he made for you and your friend

• maybe this way you'd get him to spend more time with you?

• but often his grip will grow hard enough to bruise

• it catches you off guard every time and when you squeak in pain he throws you a quick sideway glance, loosening his hand immediately

• he never speaks nor lets go of you completely, although his thumb will be rubbing soothing circles into your leg in silent apology

• should you try to initiative a conversation again after, he might answer; though in such a clipped way it shuts you up soon enough

• more often he'll simply shake his head, asking you to remain silent

• the first time you spend a night at your friend's house you feel as if there were a pair of hungry eyes watching your every move

• there is absolutely no reason for anybody to do so though, and nobody around that would have a reason to anyways

• and yet...

• of course you wouldn't mind Luke noticing the pretty top you chose to wear, the one who's neckline goes just a little bit lower than usual

• though unfortunately he seems to be very distracted and never looks your way

• so you simply strike it up to be your nerves and lively imagination; staying in a foreign place is always exciting after all

• staying with a handsome older man even more so

• as a matter of fact, however, Luke's eyes never leave you and as it gets late it takes all he has to restrain himself from snatching you away and dragging you to his own room

• you're lovely on a normal day but look absolutely ravishing in your soft pajamas

• the knowledge you won't be far away for a whole night being all too tantalizing

• maybe you are wearing short pants and so there are some faint bruises visible around your left knee

• ironically you're not aware of their existence, yet it's one of the first things Luke catches sight of and it makes him feel some kind of way

• not only are you wearing his necklace but clearly showing off what he did to you as well

• he likes it a lot, even though not the way in which they came to be

• so while you're contemplating slight paranoia he eventually has to remove himself from your immediate vicinity

• it's not becoming to lust after a young woman during late night dinner

• and the fact that you are afraid to get lost in unknown rooms in the dark doesn't help either

• your friend thinks it's hilarious and discusses it at length

• "the house won't swallow you whole because you take a wrong turn once"

• "it's only a little portion of the rooms you haven't been to yet, stop worrying!"

• "you're not prone to sleepwalking why and how would you even end up there?"

• good humoredly Luke laughs along at his kid's and your bickering but has to discreetly change his seating

• his pants grow uncomfortably tight at the thought of you accidentally walking into his bedroom

• he knows he doesn't have the strength not to make a move

• suddenly he sees himself demanding a kiss or making you beg to let you leave again

• he has to excuse himself early

• your friend and you are listening to a voice message some random guy from university/your job sent you, their father is in hearing distance but you think nothing of it

• innocently and rather excited you start talking and giggling about it, you can't believe he asked you out!

• when all of a sudden Luke gets up and leaves abruptly without a word

• you freeze and are immediately upset

• did you do something wrong? Maybe used a word or expression he didn't like? Is he angry?

• your friend just shrugs their shoulders and continues as if nothing happened but you can't stop thinking about the cold gaze he threw your way

• for the first time since meeting him he doesn't say goodbye or offers a drive home when you have to leave

• later your parents ask why your face is stained with tears, yet you can't give them an answer

• little do you know his anger was not directed at you but at the little boy who dared to show his interest in you

• he didn't even mean to listen and now has only himself to fault for the raging jealousy raising its ugly head

• additionally he's furious and ashamed at himself for his feelings

• his usually endless patience simply vanished into thin air at the prospect of another getting the chance he's been dreaming about for over a year

• he's acting like a teenager and he hates it

• he desperately needed to rein himself back in, he needed air

• and so he made a run for it, afraid to accidentally leave his anger out on you

• had he known what his disappearance caused, he would have acted differently

• you never went out with the guy who sent the message

• you are hesitant to return after what happened, despite your longing to go back and somehow fix your mistake

• whatever its is you did, you have the urge to throw yourself down at his feet and ask for forgiveness

• you don't even care for what you would be apologizing

• you could text him if course, he gave you his number, remember?

• but you don't dare to

• your friend repeatedly assures you that everything is fine and keeps passing on their father's greetings and inquiries about your person

• nobody is mad at you and least of all him

• so eventually you give in, despite feeling quite anxious about it

• to make it worse you receive a message when you arrive that your friend is still stuck in traffic and that it might take them a while

• "my dad will let you in though, no worries"

• all of a sudden you feel very much like your lungs stopped working, you are panicking and seriously consider turning around to leave

• but of course Luke knows you are coming and of course he knows the exact time as well

• he has opened the door before you can fully make up your mind on whether to wait outside or to ring the doorbell

• your words fail you

• just the sight of him makes your heart soar

• he greets you nicely enough and asks you to come in

• "it's great to see you again, it's been a while"

• however it's not like it used to be before

• something feels different

• and quickly you realize: parts of his walls came back up

• the realization chokes you

• Luke senses you're upset and despite vowing to keep his distance once and for all can't hold back from asking if everything is okay

• of course it's not

• and the way his gaze softens into familiarity is too much for you to take

• you leave to go home without waiting for your friend, instead telling them you were feeling quite ill all of a sudden

• it's not even a lie

• Luke knows exactly what just happened but forces himself to remain firm; it's for the best

• sadly I think this would put a strain on the relationship with your friend too

• you don't exactly grow apart, you're too close for that, but of course they realize there's something going on and your decision not to talk to them about it hurts their feelings

• don't you trust them anymore?

• it's during a dark autumn afternoon that you're caught by a seemingly endless downpour

• you're far from home, you don't have the money to call for a taxi and all your trains got delayed

• you think about your friend; they live near

• but you also know they aren't home, as they're currently visiting family in another part of the country

• their dad however...

• he said to call him whenever, you remember

• but what if he doesn't pick up? What if he doesn't want to see you again?

• maybe he's more willing to help when you're standing in front of him?

• despite your anxiety you have no other choice and so decide to check if he's home

• it's still pouring when you arrive and by now you're soaking wet

• Luke isn't home, probably still at work

• pressing close to the front door you sit down on the steps, trying your best to stay out of the rain

• by the time you see the headlights of Luke's car you start crying from relief

• there is not a single patch of your clothes that remained dry and you're more than freezing cold

• your teeth are chattering and you struggle to move your fingers, let alone your legs

• you hear the car door slam shut and then his steps on the path leading up to you

• he's wearing a black suit

• (this is important because even in your horrible state you are aware how absolutely hot he looks)

• when he spots your huddled together shivering form, he's momentarily at a loss for words

• still crying you raise your eyes to look up at him and for a few short seconds you're afraid he doesn't recognize you

• then his face drops

• he reaches for you, and holding you close, unlocks the door to let you in

• now able to take a proper look, his eyes travel up and down your body while he rids himself of his jacket and runs his hand through his wet hair

• it's like you can see the gears in his brain switching as he draws himself up to his full height

• when he speaks it's in such a stern tone that you can't help but wince

• his following orders are sharp and you have to RUN to follow him as he basically drags you upstairs to the master bathroom

• he tells you to undress as he's already turning on the shower for you

• he's not asking, he's commanding

• "Yes, Mr. Skywalker"

• you're so caught off guard you oblige as fast as you can

• no longer do you dare to call him by his first name

• when he sees you struggling with your frozen limbs, he helps pulling your soaked sweater over your head and assists you in getting out of your jeans before leaving you to yourself

• he informs you he'll be waiting outside

• once you are done he immediately is all over you again

• he tells you exactly what he wants you to wear, puts a pair of extra thick woolen socks on your feet and swaddles you in a blanket like a burrito

• only when you're so tightly wrapped up that you're basically unable to move, does he seem to calm down

• he places you on the big sofa in the living room and makes you a tea

• he towels off your hair while you drink it

• he takes your face in his hands and asks if you're okay

• you nod and then he goes OFF, pacing back and forth in front of you while giving you the lecture of a lifetime

• what in God's name were you thinking to not immediately call him? He would've left work early!

• you could've died walking through this weather by yourself, look at you, you're still shivering!

• you weren't dressed appropriately whatsoever! A car could've run you over, they wouldn't have seen you at all!

• under no circumstances is he allowing you to go home tonight, you're staying here where he can have an eye on you!

• his voice is getting louder with every sentence and then you're crying again

• it takes him a moment to catch himself but then he apologizes

• he asks if you would like to call your parents and hands you back your phone when you nod

• still sniffling you comply

• he remains next to you, listening in closely and throws you a stern look whenever you try to leave something out

• you know he expects you to tell them that you're staying the night too, so you do

• he softens and tells you how good you did once you hang up

• he cooks dinner and insists for you to eat even when you tell him you're not hungry

• he makes you another tea after

• "are you warm enough?"

• there is a lot you want to ask him about but hopefully it can wait for tomorrow

• he offers to accompany you to his child's room so you can go to sleep

• you shyly tell him you'd rather stay downstairs with him, maybe you could watch some TV together?

• after a moment he agrees

• you really wish he'd change out of his work clothes, it's more than distracting

#luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #luke star wars #star wars #dilf luke skywalker #dilf luke #star wars fanfiction #star wars headcanons #star wars a new hope #star wars empire strikes back #star wars return of the jedi #fanfic #star wars fandom

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rodolfoparras · 9 months ago

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Had a vivid dream and woke up at cold sweat to write this can I be 💫 anon? I don't remember if I already used this emoji but would love to use in your blog too, (hi gnomelord I'm cheating on you 🫶)

Tw for suicidal ideation ig? Not well versed in tagging

Imagine old man Price, way too physically unfit with the multitude of injuries his earned in his decades-long career or receiving a life threatening one, and booted honorably discharged out of SAS.

His life is thrown off balance, unable to function normally in his old hometown, friends and family seemingly moved on in their lives, attending to monotonous tasks day by day, children from relatives he never knew existed now full-grown adults and he is stuck.

He's ashamed, deeply so, self doubt seeds his mind, suicidal ideation becoming his go to each sleepless night and he just says fuck it

Packing the clothes on his back, like he would back in the military he drives off without telling anyone, landing in the middle of nowhere, landing a job at a shitty restaurant and an even shitier motel to stay in.

It's hard place to live in, but no one knows him and the weight of expectation from anyone is lifted. Comes reader, ever so kind and compassionate local handyman, town's people love him.

He helps Price in anyway he could, always making a stop at Price's smoke breaks after their faithful encounter on the motel.

He's the only person in the town that chats him up, hell the one that makes an effort to get to know the old mysterious sod that appeared months ago.

And oh does Price, swoon for the man. Taking more smoking breaks than usual, breaking the showerhead with a quick simple fix, just for a glimpse of this dilf reader trying to ignore the wetness in his thighs whenever he sees the man work ....

Idk if reader is a dilf, I'm just a sucker for old man yaoi, this is GOODNIGHT for me.

-💫

SUGAR WHY DID YOUBLEAVE TBIS MASTERPIECE IN MY INBOX PPLS PLS FINISH THIS AND POST THIS I ABSOLUTELY FUCKING LOVE THIS.

SUGAR THERE ARE TEARS PROCKLOMG MY EYES PLS FOMT LEAVE ME HAMGING GOING TO LOSD M MIDM

#alec answers #💫 anon #also sugar maybe you are 💫 anon!! I know I had a 💫 anonie here 🫶🏻

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sonofthedunes · 1 year ago

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…any thoughts on dilf Luke getting a blowjob? 🫣

i’m sure i can scrounge some up for you, anon!

i’ve always liked the idea of waking a partner early in the morning with some gentle loving-that’s what you do here for luke. perhaps he showed you a good time the previous night and you’re returning the favor; perhaps he’s been especially tired or irritable lately and you want to lighten his mood. in any case, not long after you surface from dreams and blink the sun out of your eyes, you realize you’re still in the position you fell asleep in: head cushioned on luke’s chest, rising and falling with his steady breathing, your hands curled under your chin. his heartbeat thrums against your cheek for a moment till you raise your face to his. a pang strikes you at the peace in those features, peace that is rarely if ever there when he’s awake. where does his mind lead him in the night, you wonder…to the ruined jedi temple? to some victory of the rebellion? even further, to his youth on tatooine? only luke could say, and you doubt he’d tell you. still, you gaze fondly on him as he slumbers. he’s grown dear to you, this strange old hermit. there must be some small way you could show your appreciation.

and in that moment, you shift your leg and it bumps your thigh. dormant, but you’ve learned how to wake it. what if you did now? the idea is appealing, you’ve certainly given him pleasure with your mouth before, but every other time he’s been alert and directing the action. he seems to dislike surprises (your arrival on ahch-to initially proved that), but…maybe, just maybe, he’d enjoy this one. the dampness gathering between your legs indicates you’re in favor. the morning is bright and clear. the hell with it.

laying a soft kiss on his sternum, you move slowly and quietly to wriggle under the blanket. you’re both still naked from yesterday’s activities, so there’s no trousers to unfasten or underwear to shove down. he remains dozing as you position yourself beside his legs, the better to brush a finger over his soft cock. your mouth waters at the thought of taking it inside, delicately sucking, feeling it swell against your tongue, growing harder with every pull of your lips. “what a pretty cock you have, master,” you catch yourself thinking. and it truly is, a bit bigger and girthier than average, but such a lovely pink color and the perfect size for you. reaching for it again, you loosely grip the base and lean over; bestowing a kiss this time on the head, you smile at the first faint twitch. no change in his breathing yet, no stirring of his limbs, but oh, it will come. licking your lips, you part them and inhale as he enters your mouth, your tongue lapping at the slit.

stars, he’s incredible. you’ve never savored the taste of any other lover like this, nor the veins marbling the shaft. it’s almost a pity that you needs must release it in order to breathe. dribbling a string of saliva onto the rod, you pump your hand two or three times to coat the velvet skin and resume your task. in and out, forth and back, the wet suction tugs at him as you draw his arousal from its depths. the beast is stimulated, blood rushing to your beckon call. you almost moan as you feel him begin to fill your mouth. so warm, so perfect. one hand remains gripping its prize, the other splays on his belly, scratching at the trail of grey hair leading to all the excitement. you normally close your eyes when you blow him, but this time you want to see it-the exact second when his dreams are disturbed and he groggily wakes to this worship. for shouldn’t you, as the padawan, grant proper respect to your master at all times? even if your ideas don’t quite mesh with the jedi of old…

the signs are subtle at first: a slight spasm of the leg, a hitch in the rhythm of his breathing. most would assume these were the result of a particularly vivid dream. but the stiffer his cock grows, the more it becomes apparent that he detects your wake-up call. no, more than that. his desire is rising like the tide on the shoreline, and you’re both riding it out for the long haul.

above your head and the woven blanket covering it, you hear a groan, drawn out and languorous. at the same time, his flesh hand flexes and searches blindly for the source of this satisfaction. it touches your upper back first, then wanders into your loose hair and weaves its fingers through. not to prevent you from leaving, or in preparation to shove your head down and choke you-merely to show that he knows what you’re doing for him, and he’s reveling in it.

he’s almost fully erect now, more than you can easily fit in your mouth, so you compensate by licking rough stripes from root to tip in between sucking. the first time you let go of the purpling head with an audible pop, he tenses with a hiss. and the true reward: those little clear drops leaking onto your waiting fingers, slurped onto your grateful tongue, smeared across your lips like cosmetics. it’s sticky, salty goodness that makes your clit tingle and your nipples pebble against the pallet. you dare to hope that, if you please him well enough, luke will sate your own increasing arousal.

you long ago stopped feeling insulted that he doesn’t lavish praise on you in bed. it simply isn’t his way (though he’s hinted that it was in the past). still, his contentment shows in his erratic breaths, his fingers massaging your scalp…and the occasional exclamation you drag from him. “fuck,” he whisper-moans, voice rough from sleep. “fuck, that’s good.” that short sentence means more to you than full-on cursing and writhing from any other man. he’s holding back, he wants to plunge his length down your throat and fuck your mouth, but he’s allowing you to set your own pace and work him as you see fit. if you really wished to tease him, make his balls ache and erection weep, you might edge him once or twice to make his climax even more intense…but this morning you simply don’t possess the patience. you want him to come, and soon. a bit selfishly, you want to wallow in the knowledge that it was you who unraveled him, the great jedi master. who helped him, even for a handful of seconds, to forget his troubles.

your tongue caresses him plushly, lips pursed over the steadily dripping slit. the large hand that rests in your hair tightens with your movements, tugging occasionally when you give an especially hard suck. he’s close-you can sense it in the force (are you allowed to use the force like this? probably not), but also in the tightness of his balls when you touch them, in his ragged gasping and thighs clenching much like your own. and at last, you decide to speak.

“please master,” you plead, a string of spit connecting you to his prick, “let me make you come. i want to swallow every drop.”

a strained huff from above you. ever closer he creeps. “you feel so good in my mouth, master,” you hum, licking a prominent vein. “almost as good as you feel in my pussy.” just for fun, you scrape your fingernails along his abdomen and he jumps slightly. “i love being able to serve you like this…to please you. only you.”

he grunts in response, those same muscles you just scratched taut. nearly there now-he’s dancing on the precipice. he just needs a push, and you’ll happily provide it. “master,” you purr, “come in my mouth, stars, i want it. i want to be worthy of you and your beautiful cock.” you kiss his hard-on and it kicks with another spurt of liquid. like a flash it’s licked clean and he moans. “give it to me. please.”

and give he does. he shudders and you barely have time to fit your mouth over him before he gives a yank on your hair and great ropes of cum are flooding your cheeks, spilling down your throat. with every one a choked groan escapes him and his whole body jerks, fully caught in the tidal wave of orgasm. you don’t quite fulfill your earlier promise: some of the precious pearly elixir creeps down your chin and from the sides of your mouth, dropping back onto the man who gave it to you. you can’t help but gag and choke a little, but you swallow as much as you can. the salt is all you can taste. panting, you slide off his body and wipe your mouth, watching his cock soften, its purpose complete. squeezing your eyes tight to recalibrate yourself, your ears catch luke’s own efforts to regulate his breathing. the grip on your hair is released. the spell dissipates. time to start the rest of your day, you suppose.

suddenly the pallet rustles and the blanket is peeled back, and you’re staring into your master’s face. he regards you sternly, but he’s flushed from his hairline to his collarbone, and a light sheen of sweat dews his skin. immediately you scramble to your knees. “i-…good morning, master,” you bow your head briefly. “i apologize for being so…forward. i failed to control myself. i accept whatever punishment you decide.”

luke squares his jaw and knits his brow. amazing how he exudes such power and dignity, even totally nude and spent. he considers his words before he answers. “your apology is accepted,” he says. “but you must learn to manage your feelings.”

“yes, master.”

“i know it’s difficult. i struggle with it too. but that’s no reason to give in to them.” he rises from the bed and begins hunting for his discarded clothes. “now go wash and dress. we have a lot of work to do.”

you nod, chastised. “yes, master,” you repeat, beginning a similar process on your end-only to halt when he adds, almost as an afterthought:

“of course, when i was taught to control my emotions, that wasn’t included. i think…i think in certain situations we can bend the rules a bit.” you can’t see his face, but you just know the ghost of a smile is playing at his lips. “do we agree?”

a sigh of relief drifts from you. you’re finding that he’s full of surprises. “we do, master,” you covertly grin as you snatch up your tunic from the floor. “we definitely do.”

#ask #luke skywalker #luke skywalker smut #luke skywalker x reader #not sure how i feel about this but here it is anyway

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agentmarcuspike · 2 years ago

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I want the angry woman reading list plz!

and i shall gladly provide!!

just realized some of the books on the list are in norwegian, but i'll include them anyway in the hopes that they'll be translated soon

so here's my list of books about angry and unhinged women, with links to goodreads (fuck amazon but)

"Hidden Bodies" by Caroline Kepnes these are the books the series "You" are based on, and in this sequel we meet our queen Love Quinn

"A Certain Hunger" by Chelsea G. Summers for anyone interested in reading about a woman eating her partners like a fucking spider (affectionately)

"How to Set a Fire and Why" by Jesse Ball the world simply wasn't made for girls so let's burn it

"Dette har jeg aldri fortalt til noen" by Maria Kjos Fonn a collection of short stories about women trying too hard or not at all to fit in, and the secrets we keep to ourselves

"My Year of Rest and Relaxation" by Ottessa Moshfegh you know this. one thing about me is i'll swallow anything this woman writes whole.

"Skutt i filler av Mads Mikkelsen" by Hedda H. Robertsen short and real about how obsession blurs the lines between fantasy and reality. for example, is mads mikkelsen actually fucking you up the ass so hard you bleed over the kitchen counter or are you just thinking about it because a dilf-y customer at the bookstore you work in spoke to you in danish? can be hard to tell

"Her Body and Other Parties" by Carmen Maria Machado i can only quote the critics: "Bodies become inconsequential, humans become monstrous, and anger becomes erotic. A dark, shimmering slice into womanhood."

"In the Dream House" by Carmen Maria Machado do you like mean women? well you'll love GAY mean women. beautifully painful and real about abuse in wlw relationships

"Grown Ups" by Marie Aubert (translated by Rosie Hedger) you know when you're 40 and child free and your younger sister gets pregnant and you're terrified to end up like your mom so you *** * ***** ** **** and **** * *****? yeah...

"The New Me" by Halle Butler i love when women hate their lives and are mean. "a young woman trapped in the funhouse of American consumer culture."

"Sharp Objects" by Gillian Flynn is there a single Good™ woman in this books? don't think so <3 self-harm representation, yay

"Gone Girl" by Gillian Flynn you know this one <3 the original Good For Her

"Surfacing" by Margaret Atwood i mean she's not angry but she's definitely not right in the head. grief and memories, bad husbands and delusion

feel free to add to the list!! i will if i come across any more, these are just the ones i've remembered lately. have fun reading <3

#and if you have read any of these and have other recs: PLEASE give them!!!!#angry women #unhinged women #just girly things #girlblogger #:-)

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kiwizuku · 3 years ago

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pairing ;; established! izuocha x fem! afab! reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ content warnings ;; smut, pro hero au, quirkless! kindergarden teacher! au, polyamory, established relationships, age difference, (slight) power imbalance, hero worship, degradation, sir/ma'am, milf! ochako, dilf! izuku, dom! izuocha, very submissive reader, threesome, oral (f!receiving)

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ notes ;; i've never really seen izuocha x reader and this just came into my head. please leave a comment, reblog or follow if you enjoy! <3

THANK YOU FOR 100+ FOLLOWERS!!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

"Bye!" You call out to the couple, the child next to them turning and giving you a hug as you kneel. "I'll see you tomorrow," you whisper in the kid's ear, the young girl giving a small giggle and nod in response before running up to take her father's hand.

As the door closes behind them, you jump back up into a standing position.

Exhaling deeply, you go to sit at your desk. Checking the time table once, twice -- and with a sigh, you relax into your seat further.

One more interview. It's just past nine, so it's fairly late for a school night, but it made sense to fit everyone in on the same night. You only has just over twenty kids to deal with, anyways.

Looking around the room, everything feels... different in the darkened light. Of course you have the overhead lights on, the orange hue almost nostalgia in the way it reminds you of staying up too late in the living room, your parents watching late night tv.

The walls are decorated with educational posters -- the pretty kind, not the bubbly lettered eyesores -- and artwork the kids have made.

It feels... homely. It's a shared space, so clearly appreciated and loved by you and your kids. Even though you're just in your mid-twenties, you've quickly become accustomed to your new job. You loved it, almost as much as you loved the kids you taught.

...Especially the one you would be seeing in about five minutes.

Aiko Midoriya was a ball of energy. She was always more than happy to help clean up, brighten fellow students' days, and was mature enough to hold a proper conversation with you.

Incredibly intelligent, you always gave her extra work to keep her busy.

Which gave you some reason to be so excited to meet her parents. She had mentioned that she loved them, wished to be like them, but had never specified what they did or even what they looked like.

A knock on the classroom door breaks you from your thoughts, making you scramble out of your seat and rush to the door, straightening yourself up ever so slightly before opening the door with a wide smile.

"Hi! I'm Miss. L/N, it's great--"

You choke, only after having started your spiel realising who exactly was standing in front of you.

Number One and Four heroes Deku and Uravity.

Placing a hand over your mouth, you try to ignore the heat in your cheeks. God. You were not expecting your teenage wet-dreams to be the parents interviewing you. Shit. Fuck. Every curse you never said because you worked with children flooded your mind.

"Sorry," you chuckle nervously, looking away from them bashfully. "This is quite unprofessional of me, I just wasn't expecting you two to be at my door this evening!"

"It's okay!" Uravity's sweet yet mature voice responds, and as you meet her eyes, she gives you a kind smile. "We're used to it, don't worry!"

She's breathlessly attractive as she speaks. Adorning her signature bob, her white silk top seems so elegant paired with her long black skirt. Fancy.

Your gaze flickers to Deku, then. His hair has grown out, the tips reaching just below his ears in a roguishly attractive way.

Were they your sexual awakening?

Maybe.

But that didn't mean anything, and it certainly didn't mean that you were going to treat them as anything but the parents of a student.

"Thank you," you bow slightly, before giving them a softer smile and leading them to your desk. They take a seat on the soft couch in front of you.

Folding your hands in front of you, you give them both an earnest look.

"Look. I'm going to cut right to the chase." The heroes share a look, one of worry, before looking back to you. God, the lights shone on their features so nicely.

You realise, then, with a halt, that there is no Aiko.

"Um," you falter, embarrassingly looking around the room for the girl. "Where is Aiko...?"

Deku huffs a laugh under his breath. "Sorry, Miss L/N. We forgot to mention that she was with her grandmother -- we'd rather talk to you without Aiko here, if that's okay."

His voice is gentle but rough, and it sends shivers down your spine. With a slight nod, you shake your head and try to get back on track.

"Ah. Right. Well, knowing that Aiko isn't here, I'm going to be extremely honest." You pause. "This is my first class, ever, and Aiko has been nothing but an angel. She's helped me with the students, and her personality is nothing short of integrity and respect. You both should be so proud of her; I most certainly am."

There's silence.

Maybe you shouldn't have been so quick to express your fondness for Aiko, but it had been done now.

You watch as Uravity and Deku share a conversation with their eyes alone. Memories flood back -- when you were in kindergarten, watching the sports festival and seeing them fighting so well.

Having been taken to them instantly, you grew up admiring and idolising the two.

And when they had announced their marriage, when you had been in high school? You were over the moon.

But...

But, you had never really imagined you'd meet them in real life. This felt like a personally hand-wrapped gift from Heaven.

Uravity clears her throat. You try to ignore how she's holding Deku's hand in her lap intimately. "Well, Miss. L/N, as parents, we're so happy that you have such good opinions on our daughter."

She gives Deku a look, before snapping her hazel eyes back to yours. "As for you, we've never seen Aiko happier. Every night at the dinner table she's ranting about how much she loves her class, and most importantly, you."

You blink.

"Really, for a first time teacher, you've completely mesmerised our child," Deku continues for Uravity. "And we are beyond grateful for your role in Aiko's life."

Silence fills the emptiness after his words end.

You can feel tears in the back of your eyes. To hear such kind and heartfelt words from your idols -- about your passion, your career -- it seems like too much all at once.

"I--" you swallow, looking down at your hands shyly as you rub at them, "I really don't know what to say. Thank you. You wo have made such a large impact on my life. To hear that from Uravity and Deku--"

Uravity interrupts. "Midoriya. I think we'd prefer that."

Your cheeks heat. "Ah, Mr. Midoriya and Mrs Midoriya. Sorry." The names come out stilted, odd -- it would take some getting used to.

"Don't apologise," Mr. Midoriya says softly, and you're quick to reply on reflex.

"Sorry."

The three of you chuckle, and it isn't awkward. It feels oddly natural, and you're not quite sure how to feel about it.

"I love how you've decorated the room," Mrs. Midoriya comments off-handedly. Her eyes trail over the art and posters around the room, as well as the cushions and overall comfi-ness. The corners are darker, the light mainly decorating your desk and the entry way.

It's nice.

"Thank you," you say softly, looking away with a bit of heat in your cheeks. As you look away, at the papers on your desk, you don't notice the tense look the couple share.

Mr. Midoriya clears his throat, directing your attention back to him. He smiles. "We just had a few more questions, Miss. L/N."

You nod, getting more comfortable in your chair. If you were to guess, you were already five minutes over time. But... with it being the last session, a bit longer couldn't hurt.

Across from you, Mrs. Midoriya crosses one leg over the other. You try not to look at the rise of her skirt, and how it brushes over the middle of her thigh.

"How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?"

Raising a brow at the question, you can feel your palms grow a bit clammy. "Um. Twenty-three."

You knew that they were in their mid-thirties. Maybe that was part of the pull, the draw.

Mr. Midoriya's gaze burns as it trails your body. Emerald meets yours.

"For your age, you're certainly a memorable teacher. I can't wait to see what... experience does for you." And oh, god, it shouldn't have felt so dirty as it did coming from those lips. Fucking hell, you feel shame burn white-hot through your veins with the first twitch of your core.

You gulp.

"Ah, th -- thank you, Mr. Midoriya." You don't mean to stutter, but the tension feels as though it's increased tenfold.

Mrs. Midoriya's gaze falls to your lips. And you can tell, and that's the worst part -- were you just imagining it? Were you really? Because surely --

She sighs, low and drawn out. You track the slide of her tongue against her plump lower lip.

"Do you know..." she pauses, looking back to your eyes with a raised brow, "What people in a lower position call their superiors?"

Your mouth feels dry. Your lower regions feel very much the opposite.

"I, uhm, usually Mr. or Ms. whatever? Would you," you play with the rings adorning your fingers, looking at the reasonably healthy potted plant on your desk. "Would you prefer something else?"

"Sir," Mr. Midoriya says instantly. You blink.

"S -- Sir?" You choke, eyes wide and shocked. Your hands clench at the side of the desk.

He tilts his head. His legs are spread, and he leans further forward, arm resting on the expanse of those thighs. "Sir."

Beside him, Mrs. Midoriya hums, placing a well-manicured hand at the scruff of his head. She gives you a knowing, and very pleased look, as she lets the tile fall off of her tongue. "Ma'am."

"I -- I'm not sure if that's appropriate for our current relationship--" you start, before being cut off by Mr. Midoriya.

"Like you have been thinking of appropriate things during this meeting. Did you think we were blind? We've noticed you drooling all over us since you opened the door, pet."

Your breath hitches, and this all suddenly feels a bit too much like a dream.

Blinking, your hands anxiously playing with each other, you stand out of your seat lightning quick. The couple both flinch, slightly, at the sudden movement.

"It's well past the finish time of our meeting, and while this still feels like one of the best moments of my life, I really don't think this is okay."

The words tumble out of your mouth, and as you walk to the door, you don't notice a pair of footsteps close behind you.

As you go to open the door, a pretty, but extremely strong hand slams it shut again. The air around you suspiciously smells like floral, fruity perfume.

"Do you really want us to leave, pretty?" And it's her -- her voice is like heaven, so sweet and subtle while promising so many things at once.

You let out a small whimper, turning around softly to meet her hazel eyes.

Her thigh instantly manoeuvres its way between your legs, shoving you fully against the wall. You accidentally moan behind your lips, eyes shutting tight in the sudden jolt of ecstasy.

"If you don't want to do this, sweetheart, then you don't have to. We won't force you." And now it's his voice, deep but kind and hot and so goddamn attractive you melt further into the door. You shake your head lightly.

"No?" Uravity asks, her lips now brushing your ear. Shivers roll down your spine. "No, you don't want to? You have to be more vocal, dear."

You squirm against her thigh, and then a scarred hand is quick to grab both of your wrists and pull them above your head. "Answer her. Use that pretty head of yours, we know it's smart."

Pondering the statement, stuck between a mix of cloudiness and clarity, you mutter those key words. "Please. I... want to."

"That's a good girl," Uravity's voice whispers, and your core tightens up further.

"Mrs. Mido--"

You're cut off by another hand reaching to grab a handful of your hair, then pulling with no warning. At that same moment, the thigh between your legs jolts up, and you nearly cum on the spot.

"What were you about to call me?"

You choke on some spit, eyes watering at the sudden pressure on your scalp. "M-Ma'am," you acquiesce in exasperation. "Ma'am."

Ma'am tuts, and the fist in your hair loosens its grip. "That's better. You're too precious -- so eager to please."

Her thigh is so hot, and it's almost embarrassing -- you're certain that she can feel you leaking through your panties.

Sir, moving his large hand tantalizingly slow, reaches for the hem of your skirt and pulls it up. He snorts, patronizingly, before gazing at you with lust-filled eyes and a mean smirk.

"What's this?" His other hand, now letting go of your wrists, draws a line through the fabric. All thoughts leave your mind as it trails along your slit. "Is our baby girl excited?"

You can't control the movement of your hips, chasing for more friction on both the thigh and finger at your core.

Ma'am tilts her head, bumping her thigh up even further with a sinfully sweet smirk.

"Certainly looks like it. How long d'you think she's been dreaming of this?"

You choke back a moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head as Deku's fingers reached your clit, rubbing harshly against the nub. It was too fucking good, all at once.

"Ah! Fuck! Please don't stop!" You whined, tears properly flowing down your cheeks at the stimulation.

Just as you were on the cliff edge, so fucking close to falling, the pressure from both the thigh and hand is taken away. It's like a bucket of ice cold water being dumped on you.

Without Uravity's thigh to support your weight, nor the strength in your weak knees, you slump to the floor pathetically.

Sir's hand pats at your head as you lay at their feet, kneeling down to massage your scalp.

It's simultaneously heaven and hell.

Heaven, because it feels so good compared to the harsh pulling from before.

Hell, because it feels so patronising and... domineering.

"Babe," you hear Deku murmur, pulling Uravity around to whisper in her ear. Her eyes grow even more lidded, haziness taking over further.

She whispers back an affirmative, before sinking to the floor beside you.

Her glossed lips press a kiss against your tear-stained cheek, and by her slight wince, you think that she got a taste of some of your eyeliner that had leaked.

"Hands and knees, pretty," she says against your ear, just brushing it, and sending shivers down your spine.

Moving around, you shuffle so that your ass was in the air, your elbows and knees supporting your body. It was extremely embarrassing, but something about it only heightened your arousal.

Deku hums, placing a warm hand against your clothed ass-cheek. "That's a good girl. Here's what we're gonna do. You have to eat 'Chako out, and whenever you stop..."

He grips your panties, before using his pure strength to rip them in half. He revels in your muffled squeak of surprise.

"I will too."

That's the only warning you get before you feel a tongue at your core, relentless and sloppy as he immediately targets your clit.

Uravity moves so that she sits in front of you, panties off as she pulls you closer to her by the scruff of your neck. You groan, before looking up at her with teary eyes and giving a small, unsure lick.

She sighs, clearly pleased, before shuffling closer.

You slowly grow braver with your licks -- broader stripes, sometimes going into her twitching hole.

All the while, the vibrations from your constant moaning and whimpers cause Uravity to grab at your hair and pull harder. It was something you all seemed like you thoroughly enjoyed.

Deku, all the while, had brought his fingers in to play, switching between thrusting uncaringly with them, to playing with your clit while he licked at your folds.

At this point, after your previous denial, you were so close.

Without thinking, you pull away from Uravity's cunt in tears, whining petulantly.

"Please, please, please don't stop -- 'm so close -- right there, thank you --"

And on the brink, Deku moves away again.

It feels like the world is fuzzy around you, turned in on itself as you tried to fathom why Sir would do such a thing.

His hand grips your ass painfully, although it was nice knowing that you'd have a bruise to remind yourself that it wasn't just another hyper-realistic dream.

"What did I say?" His voice is cold, commanding -- the kind he'd use against a villain. It only proves to drive you more insane.

"No, no, no, why would you do that, why--" Your sobs are mere music to the couple's ears, who share a look -- you'd have your next one, and then you'd all need to clean up, and even more importantly, talk.

"What did he say? We won't ask again, pet." It's Uravity who speaks this time, and her voice is like Deku's in that way of dehumanizing.

"I- If I stop," you hiccup, "He stops."

"Good. So keep going if you want that pleasure, mk, gorgeous?" Deku soothes, his grip no longer tight as he rubs at the mark left behind. When he sees you nod, with a malicious grin, he dives back in, no holds barred.

You immediately go back to Uravity, whose thighs are now tightened around your head. It makes you dizzy, but you continue anyway, the pleasure far too great to pay attention.

Everything builds up much more quickly, now, and you reach your climax embarrassingly quick.

A constant litany of words escape your lips as you feel Uravity's moans get higher and higher, her thighs tightening and her grip on your hair, too.

"Yes, yes, yes!" She squeaks out, fully humping your face now. "Good girl, so good, so close -- there!"

You feel her orgasm at the same time you do, and it almost feels like your sense of time completely goes away.

It's as if you're fading away at the edges, pure bliss like cotton in your head.

When you come to, you find yourself against a warm, cushiony chest.

Opening your eyes, you meet soft brown ones. Uravity smiles down at you, stroking a hand through your hair. "Hey, sweetheart. You feeling better?"

You nod, nuzzling further into her collarbone. It's that or facing the harsh realities and repercussions of what had just happened.

"'Zuku's cleaning up. To be honest, I hadn't expected an interview with my child's teacher to end in me fucking her in a classroom."

You feel heat in your cheeks at the wording.

Moving so you can see around you, albeit with bleary eyes, you catch onto Deku. He chucks some wipes into the bin, before catching your gaze and smiling at you softly.

"Hey, beautiful," he says, walking back over and sitting next to the two of you.

"...Hey," you say slowly, nervousness creeping into your veins. Post nut clarity was frightening, you were learning.

You all share a sigh.

"We need to talk," Uravity says, and you know that you do. Because of course you had to -- this was a big deal.

With a nervous, but wobbly smile, you nod.

"Yeah. We do."

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ink-and-blood-goddess · 3 years ago

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His Touch (Arthur Harrow x Reader)

Requested by Anonymous- May I kindly request a Arthur Harrow x reader fic where reader is Arthur sweet next door neighbor who has a massive dilf crush on the man despite not realizing he's a cult leader to Ammit? Like reader is an absolute utter mess if she bumps into him and will just melt on the spot in a blushing mess if he touches her shoulder.

A/N-OMG my first requested fanfic! I apologize in advance if this looks weird, I had to rewrite it a couple of times in order to get the plot right. So please enjoy it :)

Warnings: Fluff, some angst, and some language

Citrus Scale: 🍎

W.C+: 2.9K

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Nobody could explain what was going on, not even yourself. It happens almost all the time whenever he is with or around you. It’s very confusing as to why it only happened to you. Fuck, you couldn’t help yourself when thinking about it. That warm, gentle feeling against your delicate skin. It was true that you had feelings for him, but even he didn’t about it. You were fucking in love with your next door neighbor, Arthur Harrow.

It all started a year ago when you first moved into your new apartment. As you were settling down on your first day, Arthur came over to say hello and introduced himself to you. He was very sweet towards you, being the first person you’ve met in your new place. He lived just down the hall from where you were going to be living. The most interesting thing about him was his walking cane. On the hand grip were two alligators, meaning it was an especially made one. When you asked Arthur about it, he said that it helps him walk better due to his leg injury.

After settling into your new place, you and Arthur became close friends with one another. Seeing each other in the hallway almost everyday, chatting up a conversation once in a while. Having a nice cup of hot tea with him from time to time. As you've spent time with your sweet and friendly neighbor, you started to feel something for Arthur. You couldn’t explain it yourself whenever it happened, just by being around him. It was like a sensation you’ve never felt before in your life. It only happened with Arthur and nobody else. A touch only you’ve felt, not wanting to let go of it at all. It was Arthur’s touch that you were feeling.

The first time that it happened was when he first touched you. Placing his hand onto your bare shoulder. His fingers felt rough, but gentle against your delicate skin. The warmth coming from his hand was mingling with your cold skin. You’ve never felt nothing like this before. Your heart fluttered like a bird in your chest. But when he lifted his hand off your shoulder, that warmth started to disappear from your skin. You then felt lost without his touch.

Any time you see him, you bump into him by accident or when he touches you, you feel your whole face turn hot and become a blushing mess around dear Arthur. He then noticed you, asking if you were feeling alright with a worried look on his face. You just tell him that you feel hot. Besides, you didn’t want to tell Arthur that you have feelings for him. He’s your neighbor after all and you’ve grown to know him. You were afraid of what he'd say or think if you ever told him about your feelings towards him. His touch haunted you, wanting more of it. Arthur was always sweet on you and became your only friend in the whole apartment building.

Though you never knew much about him, you still wanted to tell him your feelings. There have been times when you’ve dreamt you were in a relationship with Arthur. Just the two of you together. Feeling his touch more often, as you were much closer to him than in real life. Tenderly moving his hands all over your body, in a loving way. His soft lips grazing upon and kissing your bare skin in every spot he could find. As the two you were about to kiss, you wake up very abruptly, ending your dream early.

Now as you begin to reliez it, you can't hold your feelings in any more. It was time to tell Arthur and how you felt towards him after him for the first time you’ve met one another. The only way you were going to tell him about it was over tea. You loved spending the late morning to early afternoon drinking tea with Arthur, talking about whatever was on your mind. But today was going to be different when you tell him the truth. Every time you talked it through in your head, it felt like you swallowed acid multiple times. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, streaming down your flushed cheeks. Grabbing a couple of tissues from the box on top of the toilet tank, you wiped away and dabbed at the tears. Your eyes still felt wet, but no stream of tears came afterwards. Your whole face felt flushed at this point.

As you gazed upon yourself in the mirror, it felt like a stranger was staring back at you. Wearing a half button gray long sleeved shirt, with little red flowers decorating it, long blue jeans, and a pair of sneakers. At this point you were very nervous going to Arthur’s like this, but you wanted to. The only thing left was to fix your hair. Grabbing the brush off the bathroom sink, you began to run it through your shoulder length (H/C) strands, untangling the small knots. After you were done, you grabbed the hair tie that was wrapped around your wrist, and tied your hair into a half ponytail. Looking back at your reflection, you smiled, giving your best to present yourself to Arthur.

As you were about to open your door, you felt like changing your mind at the last minute. But what would Arthur think, when you don’t show up for tea? You felt like you were going to cry again, but managed to stop the tears from flowing out. You need to keep a brave face now. “Just tell Arthur how you feel about him. The truth is all. Tell Arthur the truth about your feelings towards him. The truth is all that it takes,” you told yourself. Grabbing a hold of the door knob, you unlocked it, and slowly opened the door. The cool air wiped across your face as you entered into the hallway.

You turned around to close and lock the door up. After removing the key from the lock, you put the key ring into your back pocket. Turning back around, you head down the hallway where Arthur lived. Your heart was at a steady beat, as you began to think about what you’re going to tell him. Deep down you were afraid he was going to reject you and not talk anymore. You didn’t want that to happen to you at all. Being rejected and shunned by your only friend that you’ve grown to know. Losing his warm touch was the last thing you wanted. You took deep breaths to clear your mind, as you finally arrived at his door. Turning to face the door, you kept thinking on what he was going to say to you once the truth is out. Right now you just wanted to have tea with Arthur. Raising your hand into a fist, you lightly knocked onto the door, and stepped back a bit. You heard some movement from behind the door, hearing a click soon after, and then the door opened. Standing at the doorway was Arthur himself.

“Well hello there miss (Y/N) and good morning,” Arthur smiled upon seeing you standing at his doorway. “Good morning to you too dear Arthur,” you smiled back at him. “Well come on in then, you’re right on time.” Inviting you to come inside to his place. As you entered through the doorway into his apartment, sweet scents intoxicated your nostrils. Arthur’s apartment was quite beautiful and very well designed. His whole entire apartment was adorned with Egyptian decor. Paintings, statues, scrolls, books, photographs, tapestries, rugs, curtains, and anything else Egyptian related. The late morning sun shone ever so brightly through the large windows, where the curtains were drawn open.

After entering, you heard Arthur close the door behind you and lock it. Then you felt his hand on your back as he came around to your right side. Your (E/C) eyes caught his cloudy blue eyes by surprise. “You look so lovely today, miss (Y/N).” You then began to blush from that complement. The tea kettle on the stove top began to whistle, breaking the small, short silence between the two of you. Turning his head away from you towards the kitchen, “oh I must get that. Please take your shoes off and take a seat at the kitchen table.” Removing his hand from your back. Arthur hurried off with his cane in hand, towards the ear piercing sound of the kettle. You went over to the shoe tray that was next to the entrance, taking your shoes off with your feet. Turning your head over your shoulder to see Arthur in the kitchen already, “do you want me to help you with that Arthur?” The sound began to die down at last, after Arthur removed it from the stove top.

“Oh no don’t worry about it (Y/N). Please take a seat at the table my dear. I’ll bring everything out when it’s already.” You chuckled a bit at your neighbor. He insisted that he’ll do it himself since you’re his guest. You went to the kitchen table to sit down at your normal spot, the one chair that was facing away from the kitchen. You pulled the chair out and sat down upon it, scooching up a bit to the table. After several minutes of rummaging around in the kitchen, Arthur at last came out. Turning to your right side, he carried out a tray with two brownish gold mugs with steam swirling outward, a couple of small plates, and a basket with a towel covering it up. Arthur then placed the tray onto the table where you sat, passing a mug to you and a small plate. Once you were settled, he then pulled out his chair and sat down across from you. Grabbing his mug and the other small plate from the tray.

“Do you want a biscuit,” he asked as he pulled the towel off of the small basket on the tray. The basket was filled with them. “Yes please Arthur,” taking your plate off the table and holding it out for him. “Do you want one or two biscuits?” You smiled at his question, “I’ll have two please.” Arthur smiled, grabbing two biscuits from the basket, and then placing them onto your plate. You whispered a thank you to him and he nodded his head. After returning the plate to the table, you picked the mug up in front of you. A sweet aroma filled your nostrils, as you lifted the mug up to your lips. Taking a sip from the hot tea, the sweet taste filled your throat. The tea flavor is different from the usual one he makes. Removing the mug from your lips, you placed it back onto the table.

“Arthur, is this a new tea flavor? I’ve never tasted it before,” you asked as he was finishing taking a bite from his biscuit. Arthur nodded his head, “yes it is. It’s called Rose Infusion. I wanted to try something new for today.” You gave him an awkward smile and returned to drinking your tea. As you were taking a few more sips, your thoughts returned quickly. He was sitting there, enjoying his tea and biscuits across from you. Just tell him how you feel. Get it over with. Placing your mug back onto the table, you took a deep breath, and turned in your seat to face Arthur now.

“Arthur, I want to talk to you about something,” placing your hands into your lap. After finishing the last of his tea, he placed the empty mug onto the table, and then Arthur turned himself in his seat towards you. “Arthur. Something has been bothering me for a while and I don’t know how to explain it. There’s this sensation that I can touch. This touch is so warm and gentle towards me, that I don’t want to let go of it. I want to hold it forever close to me in my arms.” Without warning, your hands began to shake and lowering your gaze away from his face.

“But then the touch isn’t there any more. Fading away so fast, I can’t hold it any longer,” your voice began to tremble at the pressure that you were feeling at this point. “It haunts me so much, Arthur. I couldn’t hold it any longer with me,” your eyes began to water and tears fell down your face, hitting your shaking hands. “Arthur. It’s so painful for me to talk about. This sensation has been haunting me ever since and I can’t seem to let it go from my mind.” Panic began to fill you now. Your whole body shakes as it starts to set into your mind.

“Arthur,” you couldn’t hold it in any longer from him now, “I’ve got feelings for you.” You closed your eyes shut and began to cry. A rush of emotions filled you up as the tears continued to flow down your face. All of it came out so fast you didn’t know what to do at this point. Then something strange happened. You began to feel that warmth and softness once again, grabbing ahold of your hands. Slowly you began to open your tear filled eyes, to see his hands holding yours. His thumbs grazing the back of them softly in little circles. Several of your tears had dropped onto his hands. As you slowly began to lift your head up, Arthur, your dear sweet neighbor, was crying alongside you. Tears ran down his worried face, as his cloudy blue eyes gazed into yours.

“Arthur. Why are you crying,” you asked, confused and worried for him. He gave you a tearful smile, lifting your tear filled hands to his lips and kissing them tenderly and softly. His lips were smooth and gentle upon your skin. As his lips departed from your hands, he lifted his eyes to look into yours. “You shouldn’t feel pain dear (Y/N) nor haunted by this delicate touch,” he said in a whisper. Your heart ached for him. Seeing him shed tears after telling him the truth about your feelings towards him. It was just painful to see him like this. Not wanting to watch him shed any more tears, you turned your head away from him and closed your eyes again. Tears covered your face, streaking down over your flushed cheeks. You felt ashamed of yourself now, crying in front of your neighbor like this. Finally admitting your feelings for him. You told him how much he meant to you. Becoming great neighbors and best friends with one another. It felt like you were going to lose him forever.

Then you felt something touch the side of your face. Your eyes snapped open to see Arthur’s hand there. Slowly moving your head back to him. He was leaning over in his seat. His thumb softly caresses the side of your face, in a loving way. “It’s alright. I’m here for you (Y/N). Here to listen and to care for you.” He continued smiling at you, as the tears flowed down his face. You wanted to wipe them away from his beautiful eyes. He then lifted his other hand from yours and placed it on the other side of your face. Without warning Arthur leaned over, pressing his lips against yours.

Shock went through your mind. Your own next door neighbor is kissing you. His lips mingled with yours. They felt so rough, but yet soft. That warm feeling started to fill your body again, as he pressed soft kisses onto your delicate lips. Arthur slowly pulls himself away from you, his lips lifting off of yours. You smiled at him, as more tears went down your face. “Sh sh sh sh sh, it’s alright (Y/N). There’s nothing to cry about,” using his thumbs to wipe away the wet streams off of your face, “you came here today to tell me what you felt towards me and I don’t hate you for the truth.”

His words were ever so kind to you. Being gentle more than ever today. Arthur moved his hands down from your face onto your shoulders, “let’s finish up now. Don’t want your tea and biscuits to get cold now would we,” turning back to face the table, you laughed a bit. Knowing that Arthur wanted you to finish drinking your tea and finish eating your biscuits.

After swallowing the rest of your rose tea and chewing down on the semi warm biscuits, you sat there smiling at him. Arthur smiled back at you, his eyes glowing ever so brightly in the light. Besides, it was time to go now. You helped him take the dishes into the kitchen and clean up afterwards. Arthur walked you to the door, with his cane in hand. You grabbed your shoes and put them on before leaving. As you entered the hallway, you turned back to Arthur standing in the doorway. “Thank you Arthur for the tea and biscuits for today. Even for understanding after I told you the truth,” Arthur chuckled a bit, nodding his head at you, “you’re very welcome (Y/N). Until next time then my dear.”

He leaned over on his cane, giving you a small kiss on the cheek. You blushed a bit and waved a good-bye to him as you walked down the hallway back to your apartment. After you got back in and locked the door, you lifted up two fingers to your lips. They mingled with the warmth that was still there after Arthur’s surprise kiss. You were very happy that you told him about your feelings. His touch made you safe, knowing he’ll be there for you.

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momo-ceros · 3 years ago

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old love || shuji hanma/reader

summary; you and hanma have been together for a long time and a long time more.

tags; nsfw at the end, fluff, dilf! hanma, milf! reader, both of them are in their 50s, they have an unnamed son in university, domestic, married fluff, a mix between tender and goofy, also lots of emotions, a teeny tiny bit of angst but i swear its barely anything

author’s note ; its been so long since I have written smut as well lmao. i hope ya’all enjoy!

If his younger self would have been able to see him now, it would have undoubtedly thought that he had grown up to be the most dull adult humanly possible.

But then again, his younger self didn’t exactly have the best kind of judgement, a fact you would certainly be keen on reminding him of.

The consequences were something Hanma struggled with even today. He had smoked far too much from a far too young age, his back was messed up beyond believe and his poor nutrition decisions were certainly catching up to him as well.

But he was alive.

Against all odds, Hanma was alive. He was 53 now, with you as his wife and a son who was just finishing up university and pursuing education he could only ever have dreamed of.

It was such a stark contrast to what he would have thought his live would have been like. Hell, the two of you had been married for longer than he ever thought he would be alive for.

But now he led a mundane life in a dull world. The person he was now was definitely who he would’ve loathed when he was younger. Boring people.

He couldn’t deny that sometimes, he wished for parts of his life back. The thrill, the excitement it brought him greater than anything else. But then he remembered Kisaki. He would have been 50 this year. A grand achievement he never got to enjoy.

He didn’t really think about anyone else from his past. He didn’t even live Japan anymore as he went with you after you decided to leave. There would only be occasional visits, but even then, there was nothing but a nostalgic void filling his chest.

Bonten has become the country’s largest criminal organisation, filled with many familiar faces whose name he had long forgotten.

But he couldn’t help but play with the thought of what could have been. That life would have certainly not been dull. But he would have probably been dead in a ditch somewhere already.

If it hadn’t been for you, maybe he would’ve been. Very likely actually, considering that you had always been the one to keep him in line and 99% of his impulse control.

Complicated feelings had always evaded him. They were intricate and gave him more of a headache than anything else. Part of the thrill of fighting had always been its simplicity.

But if there was one feeling Hanma was certain about without a doubt, it was the love he carried for you and his son.

The two of you were the reason why he had been able to carry on for so long.

You allowed him to leave any kind of impact on this rotten world and looking at his son, something he had been partially responsible of creating, him creating something this amazing, made him believe that maybe the world was capable of more good, even if just a little.

He was after all, very familiar with all the pain it could cause as well.

But as long as you were with him, he would be fine. Always had been, through thick and thin and always would be.

It was what you promised each other long before you got married after all.

And now he was carrying your last name like his pride and joy passed down to your son as well, the dull man felt nothing but content.

When he looked at you, he saw the world; everything that mattered in it.

It didn’t matter that you had grown old; so had he. The two of you were not dumb 16 year olds messing around anymore (although you insisted the stupid only extended to him and he couldn’t find himself disagreeing), the two of you had truly matured together in the past decades.

You were still the most beautiful being he had ever dared to lay his eyes upon. He knew you said the same about him, something he had slowly grown to accept despite all the self loathing his freakish looks had induced to himself.

It didn’t matter that your hair was greying, that your hands were starting to get wrinkly, that you needed to go to the chiropractor every now and then or your mood swings stemming from your recent entrance into menopause.

Just like it didn’t matter to you that his hair was even more grey than yours, that his hands particularly were noticeably wrinkly, giving his tattoos an odd look, how he had gained weight under your care and love, no longer resembling a thin stick in the wind and how you managed to only sometimes poke fun at his reading glasses being used more frequently in more situations.

A silver fox was what you called him. The hottest MILF on this planet was what he called you, much to the dismay of your son.

He was more than happy that his parents were still so very much in love with one another like they had been almost 40 years ago, but god did he wish his dad had learnt how to shut his mouth and not make inappropriate comments about his mother in front of him. He would still take constant comments like that than have the two of you be any different.

Both of you deserved to be happy with one another.

“Don’t be stupid love, keep that position up and you will complain about your joints hurting tomorrow again”, you teased as you pulled his head down to give him a kiss.

“Even if, is that not the most heroic way for my joints to hurt”, he shot back, a lazy smile on his lips as he gazed upon your naked form with nothing but fondness in his eyes.

You snorted. “Ah yes. How could I forget you telling me you wanted to go out being crushed by my thighs was your ideal way to leave this mortal realm. You truly have a way with your words flirt.”

Hanma let out a laugh as he began to pepper your collarbone with kisses while massaging your breasts.

“Was enough to pull you in the end was it not?”, he replied before busying his mouth with sucking on your breasts, his fingers gracing over the stretch marks littering the area around them and your stomach. He could never get enough of feeling you up, mapping every little detail of your body.

You hummed in response, your hands burying themselves in his pepper coloured hair as he melted into your embrace.

His dick rubbed against your wet entrance as you willingly opened your legs further as he finally relented focused on something other than your breasts. A pervert, thats what your husband was.

“You ready?”, he panted, as if he hadn’t spent the past hour between your thighs eating you out, a boyish grin gracing his features that always served as a reminder that he was still your Hanma.

“What do you think loverboy”, you replied with an eye roll, beckoning him to continue.

“I think its loverman by now”, he responded breathlessly as he finally eased himself into your pussy.

His hand gripped your waist as he tried to angle himself properly for his thrusts to be as efficiently as possible. His knee joints ached but that would be a problem for future Hanma.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down as he began moving in and out of your cunt.

“But I thought you were my precious baby boy”, you teased, trying your hardest to keep your voice steady.

“Course I am”, he boasted, hand intertwining with your own, your wedding ring still cool against his skin, “Am your pretty baby boy just like you always say.”

Feelings his own orgasm approaching, he doubled his effort, his free hand rubbing over your clit trying to make you come once again.

It didn’t take too long either; your younger selves would have been disappointed as Hanma came first, releasing inside the condom with you following shortly after.

Exhausted after one round. Your younger selbes truly would be ashamed.

Hanma pulled off the condom, tied a knot and threw it im the trash before collapsing back onto the bed, lazily throwing an arm around you.

“Man we really are lame now”, Hanma mused as he stretched his long limbs, clearly too exhausted for proper conversation but still wanting to hear your voice.

“Not lame just old”, you replied, taking his his hand against your lips before kissing his wedding ring, “not to shabby for two people in their 50s.”

Hanma grunted in return, clearly keening under the open affection you were always willing to shower him in.

“We definitely lost spice though man”, he said, refusing to move even an inch from his current situation.

You snorted.

“Like the time the kiddo got a cashier job at the supermarket and you just had to embarrass him by buying condoms?”

“His expression was so funny”, Hanma cackled.

“You brought extra large.”

“So?”

“So? They didn’t even fit you”, you pointed out, making Hanma pout, the playful glint never leaving his eyes.

“You sure know how to beat down a guy’s ego babe.”

“Do you really need me for that my dear?”, you teased, leaning up and pressing a kiss against his lips. He immediately quietened and shook his had. The control you had over this man and had maintained for so long was truly astonishing.

“Nah probably not”, he admitted, a small hint of vulnerability in his voice, “You’re just always there to put it back together.”

The two of you kissed again before he threw a blanket over both of you.

“DILF and MILF beauty sleep is calling”, he joked, trying to stop the emotional tense air from spreading and you allowed it to work just today and you settled in with your beloved husband for the night, just one of many more left behind you and many more to come as long as the two of you were together.

As long as Hanma had you, everything would be fine. And he just hoped you felt the same way about him as well.

(Hanma’s joints were acting up the next day and he was once again proven that his beloved wife was always right.)

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x you smut #shuji hanma x reader #hanma x reader #hanma fluff #hanma shuuji #hanma smut #hanma x you #hanma x y/n #hanma shuuji x reader #;momo’s writing

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that-one-weeb-but-it-transformer · 3 years ago

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Meeting Your Parents

Characters: Optimus, Ratchet, Smokescreen, Magnus, Bulkhead, Wheeljack, Bee

Optimus

Nervous

Parents liked him

You kinda did sugar coat him, not that he relly needed it

"So whens the grandchildren."

And your dying

"Not until your daughter wishes for them. It's her ultimate choice"

Your mom thinks hes super fine

Shes probably actually jealous of you

"What a handsome young man you brought home darling!" "Mom please stop."

Your dad respects him very much.

The secrets Optimus has to keep your father understands he works for the government too.

"Bring him again dear!" "Haha mom! In your damn dreams!"

Atleast they didnt take out the baby pictures

Wheeljack

Fear

No not him being scared.

Your terrfied.

"Just...they want me with like a doctor or a lawyer...a "construction" worker isnt there ideal"

"No problem baby I got this"

It was a wreck

"Construction worker. Y/n...couldnt you. I dont know find a...better man for yourself?"

You were probally more fired up than wheelajack in the end.

Wheeljack was surprisingly calm during the whole thing,

Hes actually the one who called you down

The knives have somehow found themselves stabbed in the table

"Okay we're leaving! Y/n! Come on now!"

Smokescreen

He's absolutely terrfied

Your parents being hippies was such a relief for him

Met him at the camp grounds.

"Awe arent you just the cutest little thing"

"Mhm these brownies are good. What are they?" "Weed brownies darling"

You slapped those brownies out his hand so quick.

"NO WEED BROWNIES!"

definitely would go back for dinner again

You're almost embarssed.

"I don't understand." "Smokescreen your high enough without weed. Imagine you with weed."

He told you it didnt effect him

It did effect him, the opposite way of how its suppose to effect someone; no it didnt calm him down. It made him hyper

"Im hungry!"

"Did I tell you how much I love love love you! You're so pretty!"

Kisses

Ratchet

God that embarssing

"Y/n's got herself a dilf."

Family fights with your sister

Single dad raising six daughters and two dogs with a bird.

"God I hope you can handle her." In a good way

Thats terrifying

Your house terrifies Ratchet.

Your dad's lovely, he and your father actually talk about biology together, your dad always wanted to become a marine biologist

Your little sisters like him very much

He lets them play doctor while he talks to your father.

Meaning his hands are covered in pink bandages.

Bulkhead

He thought he'd totally stick out.

He didnt

Very much a wrestling family

"HAHA! THERES MY BABY GIRL!"

Dads a body builder and Moms and Olympic dead lifter, little brothers wrestle and so do you

"THIS RIGHT HERES MY LITTLE GIRL!"

Dads loud

Whole house is loud

Bulkhead actually ended up wrestling your dad out of alll good fun

Bulkhead is family approved

Bee

Yee haw

Your families cowboys

Dads the cook and moms more of the ranch ruler

"My little girl's all grown up. Im so glad you came over."

Here comes 12 siblings

Bee gives your mom props

Mom is fake harsh on him, you know scare him into line, and then laugh it off

He was more than welcomed into the family

Making smorez after dinner

Mom sees you and bee messing around and starts reminiscing on how she and her husband was

Cute couple

Ultra Magnus

You ever seen Smiling friends and see Pims family? Thats basically your family

Disfunctional, crazy, toxic shit heads

"I am so sorry Magnus-"

You guys ended up just going away as quick as possible.

"Im sorry-" "don't keep apologizeing its not your fault"

Good boyfriend

You guys just hang out around town the rest of the time making the most of the night

Meaning finding a bridge and parking under it, all the seats are down and some corny old 90s music is playing and ya'll prob making out or something by now

#transformers #tfp #tfp headcanons #transformersprime #optimus headcannons #bumblebee tfp #smokescreen #ultra magnus headcannons #ultra magnus tfp #wheeljack headcannons #bulkhead #bumblebee

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beomglocks · 4 years ago

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sleepover ; c.sb

summary : it's time to figure out where to sleep for the night. part 3 of dilf soob chronicles. send ask for more hehehe <3

pairing : dilf neighbor!soobin x (legal)!reader

warnings & other : smut, oral-fem receiving, threesome(?), some fingering, requested, DON'T read if you're uncomfortable with age gaps, daddy kink, (i just got out of having this kink but it was requested so why not), dirty talk, some beomgyu (no incest), slight possessiveness, this ones for the dilf soob shooters, a bit of somnophilia, soobin possible brat tamer moment, idk lol , semi proof read

w/c : ~3000 (long for no reason)

“alright funs over kids,” soobin yawns as if he wasn’t just trying to finger you a half hour ago. beomgyu rolls his eyes as he stretches and you just look at the man beside you in bewilderment.

“kids?” you ask. you raise your eyebrow at him. it’s only about 1am which wasn’t too late for you. that and the fact that you feel like you were left bothered when soobin didn’t finish what he started earlier. you figure beomgyu wouldn’t be tired at this time either but soobin on the other hand-

you had to hold back a remark about him suddenly being so fatherly when it seemed like he was ok with fucking you right in front of his son earlier.

“yes kids,” he smirks. you hate that he’s teasing you right now. that was the thing about mr. choi that drew you in every time. one thing you had learned from being around mr. choi was that this man was a tease. perhaps it was because you were used to being around people your age who were much more straightforward with their advances but either way it made you want to do more and more.

you push those thoughts to the back of your brain for when the moment arises and hold back the urge to roll your eyes in front of his face. is this what beomgyu is used to?

“daddy’s taking his kids to bed, isn’t this fun,” he offhandedly says as he jokes with his son while you sit and wait for further instructions on where to sleep. maybe he thought you wouldn’t hear him but what- did he just refer to himself as daddy? you didn’t know that hearing him say that would have such an effect on you.

if you didn’t know whether or not you had a daddy kink well this moment just confirmed it. what would it take to make him refer to himself like that again?

“daddy?” you blurt without thinking. shit- beomgyu wouldn’t think that’s weird right? you were just reiterating what was said. you could play it off as being confused as to why his “playful father” was talking to his clearly grown son in such a way.

soobin pauses and takes a while to turn to you. perhaps hearing you say that affected him too. daddy? saying it himself wasn’t such a big deal because he didn’t think much of it but coming from your lips made him want to hear it more. he could get used to that sound.

“yeah...” soobin thinks out loud to himself for a moment. he could make use of this. you think your heart or something else pounds at the way soobin is looking at you right now. he looks like he has plans to eat you out right then and there but you can tell he’s holding himself back.

“yeah, daddy’s gonna take his kids to bed,” his reiterates with emphasis on the word daddy and bed. “is that ok with you y/n?”

you nod silently, suddenly giddy at the thought of finally being alone with mr. choi uninterrupted for sure this time.

“where will y/n sleep?” beomgyu asks. “i think i have the inflatable bed still in my-“

soobin cuts his son off with a click of his tongue. “i can’t have two adolescents of opposite genders sleeping in the same room together, that’s controversial.”

you subtly raise your eyebrow at him. essentially your entire relationship, if you could even call it that, was controversial. however, you were interested to see how he would play this off. it’s clear soobin wants you to himself tonight.

beomgyu almost looks like he wants to speak up to shut down the mere idea of you both fooling around alone but mr. choi continues.

“i can’t just leave y/n alone on the couch in the living room, that’s not safe. since there really are no other spare rooms i guess she’ll have to sleep in my room?”

this was true. soobin thought ahead to a plethora of different excuses as to get you in his room without coming off as suspicious. he remembered that thankfully all of the junk they had during the move was shoved into various spare rooms around the house with no space or option of clearing out a room for guests.

“i will sleep on the couch,” soobin annouces valiantly. beomgyu takes a moment to process this and takes you a bit of time too.

you thought soobin would make some lame excuse about having you sleep on the floor in his room or something to have to you near him so you’re left dumbfounded and somewhat frustrated at his thought process. he’s gonna leave me alone in his room? wasn’t the point for us to fuck?

“that sounds fair,” beomgyu concludes. he doesn’t think much of it because why would he. his father is sleeping on the couch and his neighbor is sleeping soundly in a different room. no need to get suspicious.

“well, have a good night,” beomgyu gives both of you a tight lipped smile, mainly aiming it at you and you return it kindly. i sure will.

beomgyu strides off to his room, leaving you and his father in the living room. “my beds quite comfortable but let me know if you need anything else,” he says, setting up the couch as his makeshift bed.

you look down at it. yeah, he’s definitely taller than the couch so it will be a bitch for him to sleep on that throughout the night. “i need you,” you shyly mumble. you hear him laugh a bit and look up.

he’s still wearing his work clothes except the white collared shirt has some buttons popped off and his pants have become wrinkled and baggy from wear.

you move closer to him and start to unbutton his shirt for him so that he gets comfortable. he looks between both your eyes and smiles. you almost tiptoe to reach his mouth but steps away for a minute.

“ill meet you there,” he says as he starts to set up the couch for himself. you hold back a frustrated sigh and soobin raises his brow at you. typical teen behavior.

“i’ll be asleep before you even get to the door,” you mumble impatiently. “i’ll surprise you then,” he says. “don’t be a brat.”

you roll your eyes, walking away from him to head to where you’ll be sleeping which is his room. he watches you walk away with a shake of his head. what will he do with you?

in the meantime, he sets up the living space to make it look like he was sleeping for a while in case beomgyu walks downstairs or something. he would make it look like he was sleeping and woke up to get something from his room, simple.

he didn’t even know why he felt the need to sneak around his son. he was an adult and could do what he wanted essentially. he sucks his teeth trying to not think too hard about it at the moment.

once he’s done, soobin knocks on his bedroom door lightly. while waiting for you to answer he looks around the hall. he can faintly see beomgyu's light still turned on and wonders for a moment what he could still be doing awake.

he doesn’t have time to ponder on it because all he wants is you right now. he narrows his eyes back at his door when a couple of minutes pass with no sign from you.

why is he even knocking, it’s his room after all? did he need an excuse to be here? that was the point of having you take his room instead so that he wouldn’t need an excuse to be near you because it was his room.

he opens the door slowly and peeks his head in. he’s surprised to see you sprawled out on his bed, not waiting for him but instead fast asleep. he thought you were bluffing about being asleep before he got there.

he fully steps in, eyebrows raised at the scene.

soobin closes the door lightly, contemplating whether or not to lock it, he opts for leaving it unlocked. the lights are off except for a nightlight by the bed that he uses when he can’t sleep and decides to pop open a book to read.

the glow of the light hits your skin in a way that makes you glow despite the darkness of the rest of the room. he can’t take it, if he does nothing now he won’t be in a good mood for the rest of the time that you’re here. now is your guys' only chance.

he places a knee at the foot of the bed, cringing at the squeak of the springs, fearing they might wake you up prematurely. he pauses and waits to see if you’ve awoken but sighs when you simply turn your head over.

“y/n~” he sing songs lightly. his fingers dance around your body as gently as possible. his eyes widen when he realizes you’ve put on a spare worn work shirt of his over your braless chest. “y/n~” he calls again. “why are you wearing this huh?” he plays with the mismatched buttons, popping them off one at a time leaving you topless and exposed.

you shiver when the cold air of the room hits your chest but try to shuffle yourself deeper into the warm sheets. “are you gonna wake up baby?” he shakes you but you only groan in response.

“you should wake up...you’re getting a little too wet to stay asleep for long, what will daddy do?” he hums while rubbing your panties. he visibly looks bored, as if he’s waiting for you to wake up so he takes it upon himself to speed up your waking up process.

he slides of your underwear with ease and tosses them aside. lazily he runs his two fingers up and down your folds a couple times before pushing them in you slowly to get adjusted to a slow pace.

he sighs at the warmth and the quiet wet sounds coming from you. “please wake up,” he half pleads. at that moment, you unconsciously clench around him and he bites his lip looking up at your face. your eyebrows are furrowed but you’re still asleep from what he can see.

do you think you’re having a wet dream? soobin rolls his eyes. if you would wake up you would see that it’s, in fact, real. “baby you should wake up before i start to...” he removes his fingers before he leans down and places his lips where his fingers were. tongue stroking your clit and simultaneously going in and out of your pussy skillfully, he starts to get a little too into it when you moan quietly from your "dream”. he allows himself to moan into your pussy, gripping your thigh harshly.

“at this rate..” he stops for a moment to catch his breath and breathes heavily on your sensitive skin. “you won’t need my cock,” he chuckles to himself, licking his lips of your cum.

he suddenly feels his pink hair being grabbed and when he looks up from below you, he sees your eyes are slightly parted. “no~” you whine softly, referring to his recent comment.

he says nothing witty to this, only happy to have you conscious again. maybe you planned this or maybe you really were tired, he doesn’t care anymore. “no?” he asks as he gets himself ready, positioning & aligning his cock with your entrance.

“did you know that somewhere during the end of the movie your skirt had risen up? did you do that on purpose to catch my son's attention or was that a sign? where you so needy that you wanted to give me a sign to fuck you right there? maybe you didn’t want my cock maybe you wanted beomgyu hm?” he pushes himself into you and you grab his arm for support. ok. he’s bigger than you thought.

your still half asleep mind can barely comprehend what he's saying either. is he jealous? you didn't realize your skirt came up but now you're curious to know if beomgyu was watching you instead of the screen.

soobin had gotten you ready while you were asleep and you thought you knew what to expect when you saw his cock but you weren’t expecting it to take time for you to adjust his size. you think you hear soobin mutter the word "tight" but you’re too busy trying not to die.

he goes slow at first, mumbling words under his breath in frustration. "you would open your legs for anyone that even resembles me in the slightest, that’s just what a slut you are." he rocks his hips forward expectantly and it leaves you stunned for a moment. "you would take my cock from behind while choking on beomgyu's how does that sound? maybe we could make it happen? but then again that wouldn’t satisfy someone like you, huh," he taunts when you whine. you want him to shut up so badly but at the same time, it only made your pussy throb against him at the thought. now that he placed the image of a threesome in your mind, you couldn’t shake it. it was wrong, so wrong on so many levels so why did it turn you on? you weren’t even attracted to beomgyu in that way! maybe you really were a whore just wanting to be filled up even if it meant with soobin plus his own spawn.

"shh, do you hear that?" he covers your mouth his cum drenched fingers, cutting off whatever sound you might produce from slowing down. at first, you don’t hear anything other than soobin's heavy breaths in your ear. after a moment, the faint sound of grunting hits your ears. it takes you a while to figure out what that sound is and where it could be coming from but when you recognize the low sounds your eyes widen as they stare back into soobin’s smug expression.

“they grow up so fast~," he sing songs. "see what happens when you tease? he probably caught a glimpse of your panties when your skirt rode up and he’s going just off that, poor kid." he frowns, he rocks his hips teasingly. you squeeze your eyes shut, there's too much tension right now. "i wonder how he would feel if he found out his dad was fucking his neighbor?" he bucks his hips up into you and thankfully his hand is still covering your mouth or you would’ve moaned loud enough for beomgyu to hear.

“daddy please," you beg, albeit a bit muffled. "please what slut?" "please fuck me please" you whine pathetically. you try to move your hips to gain some kind of friction but he stops you. "aren’t you afraid beomgyu might hear? it would be bad if he found out what we were doing right now."

you can feel your throbbing pussy going numb with soobin’s cock just sitting there inside you so you have to be quick witted and play with his ego. even though he was a grown man and father he was still just a man. "daddy please,” you moan. if you fuck me beomgyu won't disturb us after he hears how good you make me feel? and if he does he’ll just have to watch and see how it’s do-”

short gasps of air leave your throat as it’s all you manage as he sporadically slams himself deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. "stop thinking about beomgyu", you think he says. you’re not sure and you don’t care because at this point you’re too dazed to form a single thought. you for sure aren’t thinking about beomgyu, not with dick like this in you.

you think you hear beomgyu's pained gasp and chants of your name get louder but it could just be soobin. no, those breaths sound further away and deeper. you want to cry thinking about how beomgyu's deep voice would mix with soobin's lighter one. you can only imagine soobin’s grunts in your right ear as beomgyu whines in your left. it almost overstimulates you.

maybe beomgyu thinks both of you are asleep or perhaps you all are being so loud that no one can hear each other but you’re almost certain beomgyu is being painfully loud and obvious right now, as are you both.

soobin doesn't even try to hold back anymore as he leans up from his hovering position over you to hang his head back and full on moan when you clench around him for the last time. he pulls out and comes all over your stomach and chest, staining a bit of his shirt that you were wearing. you shudder at the feeling of being empty so suddenly.

"go back to sleep," he says, brushing his hand over your sweaty face. "don't worry, i'll clean you up and stay for a little while after."

the next morning is awkward, to say the least. seemingly all three of you wake up around the same time, soobin being the first one up to make breakfast for all of you. as you and beomgyu walk down the stairs together, beomgyu doesn’t bring up how he saw his father earlier walk out of his room after explicitly stating he would sleep on the couch or how he masturbated to you loud enough that he's sure you heard.

you’re only slightly at ease the beomgyu doesn’t mention anything about the sound levels of last night or the limp in your step.

you don’t remember much but you think it got to a point where you and soobin didn’t care much about how loud you were being and you were sure beomgyu heard.

you wanted to face palm at how this all turned out.

#soobin smut #soobin x reader #txt smut #txt imagines #txt scenarios #soobin scenarios #soobin imagines #choi soobin smut #txt x reader #smut #drabble #tomorrow x together imagines #soobin reactions #soobin drabble #SORRY THIS WAS HELLA LATE #DILF SOOB IS HERE HELLOOOOO #MADE IT LONG BC I FELT BAD ABT NOT POSTING IN LITERALLY A MONTH #ENJOY THE POORLY WRITTEN SMUT IF U CAN EVEN CALL IT THAT

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violetsandfluff · 2 years ago

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Someday My Prince Will Come Part 3:

Leather Jacket

Tuesday morning came with the sun and a new perspective. Yesterday had grown cloudy as Harry had become rather… aroused. But I still couldn’t get over his appearance; his perfect hair, his gorgeous face, his hard chest, deep eyes, and raspy, seductive voice.

He had a way of talking to me that felt so intimate his words alone could give me wet dreams. But I had to get that Prince babe off my mind and focus on Liam.

Liam seemed a bit dull from my mother’s explanation of him. He seemed more like an old man than a hot, rich man my age. I would frankly be fine if he was a dilf, so long as he wasn’t like any of the men in my village.

Songbirds sang cherry songs, but I felt like I was hung from the ceiling by the seat of my pants.

Meeting Harry on the first day was such a roadblock for me.

He arrived right on time wearing a leather jacket and looking extremely handsome, just in a different way than Harry.

Harry had been a bad boy kind of hot whereas Liam looked more put together. Every strand of his hair was perfectly in its place and he looked tame if anything.

I didn’t know how to react to seeing him. Harry had immediately begun dominating the day from the moment we laid eyes on each other, but Liam seemed to be taking a different approach.

I walked over to him and gave him an awkward little hug, feeling my cheeks flame with embarrassment at my sudden burst of confidence.

Straightening stiffly, he tugged at his sleeves awkwardly before shaking your hand and introducing himself.

I made a point to introduce myself and he gave the most contagious smile. “I know,” he grinned, “what other drop dead gorgeous girl would be standing in this garden right now?”

“Good point.” My cheeks heated up even more with the compliment. It wasn’t like I wasn’t used to them, I got them constantly from other villagers, but from these men?

He laughed again and the sound rang clear like bells through the clear, soft morning.

Liam was wearing a cold, low key outfit like Harry had been, but it clearly showed me that he was wealthy and high in society.

I was wearing a sheer teal drape dress over a gray slip. My hair was down and wavy and Liam stroked it up and down. The feeling of his fingers on me sent my mind spiraling.

I led him through the garden to the bench where Harry and I had been the previous afternoon. There was very little breeze today, which meant my hair stayed in place. The still circumstances didn’t keep leaves from falling from trees, however. I looked like an island girl as petals fell from blossoming trees into my hair.

Along with the petals came an insect, which Liam took upon himself to dispose of. The look of concentration on his teddy bear face was to die for; the precise calculations of his every movement made my mind race. Sure, he might not be as cocky and dominant as Harry, but he was still hot as hell.

At one point, we were walking along the fairytale path that wrapped around the ethereal fountain and I couldn’t help myself, I reached my hand gingerly out and stroked Liam’s jawline, his stubble caressing my fingers roughly.

The sensation made me giggle with pleasure and he couldn’t help smiling.

“You really are as perfect as your mama made you seem, huh?” His voice was still new to your ears due to his quiet nature. The words flowed out like golden honey and you grinned at the sound of it.

“You’re just an angel aren’t you?” He asked and you felt even more loved than Harry’s slightly degrading pet talk.

Reaching up and cupping his cheeks in my hands, I kissed him. His stubble tickled my lips and I smiled against it.

He was probably shocked, but he did a good job disguising it. I realized that if I felt the need to hide my true self from them they must not be good enough for me to show it to.

But he simply bent down to my level and kissed me. On my lips.

When I say the sensation was sensational, I mean it in the least cliché way possible. After that, Liam intertwined our fingers more confidently and didn’t pull away when I rested my head against his solid chest.

His leather jacket found its way around my shoulders by the end of the night and I nearly melted into it.

He looked like such a bad boy wearing it, but he was actually so soft. I wondered why he felt the need to cover that up, but I wouldn’t prod. If we were meant to be, we would be, and he could tell me everything.

I could tell him everything.

Every little secret, every white lie, everything. We would be the treasurers to each others’ secretive accounts and stand rigid line soldiers guarding each other. I could see it.

I didn’t know if he could yet, but we could work on that.

When the day was over, I cried when he left. I could still smell him from the jacket that had warmed me all night. I would never forget feeling his soft but hard hand in mine and hearing his gentle, deep breaths as they escaped him, causing him to live, exist.

And I wanted to breathe and live with him.

The rough love that Harry had portrayed would have beat Liam bloody. He would have bruises and scars all over his heart. I felt inclined to hold it and nurse it back to health, injecting it with every kind word I could muster.

I wanted to inflate his ego like Harry seemed to want to inflate mine.

I wanted it all.

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a kingdom divided [part two] [drake walker x mc]

Part One if you want to catch up.

Part Two, here we go! Just some cuteness, some sexy times, more cuteness.

@jovialyouthmusic @pug-bitch @drakesensworld @moonlightgem7 @tacohead13 @sirbeepsalot @drakewalkerisreal @notoriouscs @ifyouseekheart @katedrakeohd

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Drake squeezed Camille's hand in excitement as she lay back on the bed. Doctor Valentina filled out a form and then turned to the couple. 'It's good to see you, Your Grace,' she smiled. Camille blushed. 'Just Camille, please.' Doctor Valentina bowed her head and then cleared her throat. 'So, today we're going to see how you're cooking. I understand you both want to know the sex?'

Drake nodded. 'Definitely.'

Doctor Valentina gave him a wink. 'Let's get started then. So, this will feel a little cold, Camille..'

Camille let out a gasp then giggled. She held Drake's hand as she watched the gel be smoothed onto her stomach. 'Now if you both just take a look at the screen for me,' the doctor said softly.

Camille and Drake looked at the monitor screen and both gasped when they saw the baby appear. 'Is that it's hand?! Is it sucking its thumb?!' Camille cried.

The doctor grinned. 'She is indeed.'

Camille clapped her other hand to her mouth, tears springing up in her eyes. 'We're having a daughter..' she whispered. Drake bent down to place a long kiss on her forehead. He squeezed her hand. 'A mini Camille,' he murmured, looking into her eyes. His smile was so wide and joyful.

'How does she look in there?' he asked. Doctor Valentina examined the screen. 'She's growing perfectly. Right on track.'

Drake beamed at his wife, who was staring at the monitor with tears rolling down her cheeks. 'You're taking such good care of her, honey,' he told her, his eyes sparkling with happy tears. Camille laughed, rubbing her eyes. 'I'm trying my best.'

'Do you want to hear her heartbeat?' Doctor Valentina asked. They both nodded mutely.

The sound filled the room. Drake slumped down on the chair beside Camille, his eyes wide. He could hear his daughter. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard in his life.

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They left the hospital with the picture of the scan safely stowed in Camille's handbag. They were greeted by a crowd of paparazzi who were all shouting and taking pictures. Camille stiffened and Drake placed his hand on the small of her back. ‘How did they know we were here?’ she asked quietly. ‘Someone at the hospital must have tipped them off,’ Drake replied, his jaw clenched. They did not need this right now. ‘Why are you both here?’ one photographer asked. 'Camille, are you pregnant?!' another shouted. Drake grimaced and shielded her from view. Camille strategically placed her handbag in front of her tummy, trying to hide the tiny bump.

They hadn't announced the baby news to the press and public yet. They had wanted to keep it secret until they were absolutely certain that the baby was healthy. Only their close friends knew. Drake and Camille were notoriously private so to announce the pregnancy was already a big deal for them. It was one of those times when Drake wished they were just normal people.

A photographer reached out to grab Camille’s arm, his fingernails digging into her skin. 'Ow!' Camille cried. Drake turned quickly and saw the grip the photographer had on her arm. 'Get your hands off her!' he demanded, wrenching the photographer's hand away. He wrapped his arm around Camille and guided her to their private car. 'Fucking ridiculous..' he whispered. Drake opened the car door for her and she got inside, keeping her handbag clasped to her body. The photographers were relentless, the flashing of their cameras lighting up the car. Drake shoved his way through the crowd and got into the car beside her, slamming the door behind him. 'Geoffrey, please drive,' he instructed their driver. The car moved away and Camille saw with a sickness in her stomach that the photographers were running after them.

'They've ruined our family moment..' she whispered, her voice cracking. She held back hot tears which were threatening to spill down her cheeks. Drake grabbed her hand fiercely. 'Don't give them the satisfaction, Camille. They're animals. Don't give them a second thought.' He looked at her arm where the fingernail marks of the photographer were still embedded in her skin. He sighed and pulled her into him gently. She lay her head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. It was hammering in his chest. Clearly, he was more worked up about it than he was letting on.

'Let's see our baby girl again,' he suggested. Anything to keep her mind off what just happened and get her smiling again. Camille sniffled and took the scan out of her handbag. She showed it to Drake who stroked the picture gently. 'I can't wait to meet her,' he said, unable to take his eyes off the picture. Camille smiled now and snuggled into his chest, inhaling his woody scent. She had forgotten about the press now. ‘I like the idea of you having a daughter,’ she said. ‘I mean, you’re definitely a DILF.’ Drake burst out laughing. ‘I’m not a DILF!’ Camille turned to look at him properly, her eyes steady on his. Drake’s heart quickened, as it always did whenever she properly studied him. ‘Trust me, Drake Walker. You’re a DILF.’

Drake glanced over and was amused to see that Geoffrey had discreetly pressed the button that controlled the dark screen which separated the driver and his passengers. He turned his attention back to Camille. Her eyes were dark and a lock of her dark hair had escaped from her messy bun, framing her cheekbone. Drake reached out and stroked her cheek. ‘You’re beautiful,’ he murmured.

Heat passed between them and in a moment, Camille was straddling his lap, pulling onto the collar of his shirt, crashing her mouth against his. His hands grasped onto her back, pulling her in close. Their tongues twisted together and she let out a giggle as he pulled the hem of her dress up.

‘I like these pregnancy hormones,’ he whispered against her lips. She replied by kissing his neck, inhaling his scent. She wanted to consume him; everything about him, she loved and wanted. She needed him right now.

Camille unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, followed by the fly of his boxers. She settled herself down onto him, impatient, and he groaned as he felt her walls around his length. She was already so ready for him. She closed her eyes, focusing on how big he was and how good he made her feel. They moved hard and fast, gasping from the exertion. The landscape of Valtoria passed them by but they only focused on the moment, on each other. God knows when they would next be able to have sex in a moving vehicle.

Camille cried out as his hips rammed against hers. He was hitting all the right spots. Drake knew her body inside out, what she loved, what she didn’t, what she secretly liked but would never admit to. For example, he knew that if he pulled her into him this close and moved this certain way, she would orgasm.

She did.

Her face fell into the crook of his neck and she was panting heavily. He kissed her deeply and she looked into his eyes, a dazed expression on her face. ‘See?’ she murmured, her voice thick. ‘You’re a DILF.’

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‘Oh my God, you’re having a girl!’ Hana squealed, pulling Camille and Drake into a four person bear hug. Her eyes danced as she jumped up and down. ‘Can I be godmother?!’ Camille laughed. ‘Obviously, Hana!’ Olivia gave Camille a hug next, a genuine one. They had become close friends since Camille had married Drake and it already looked like it was a friendship for life. ‘Congratulations, darling,’ Olivia said. She turned to Drake now. ‘Don’t fuck it up.’ Drake chuckled in surprise. Liam clapped him on the back, a wide grin plastered on his face. ‘Congratulations, brother.’ Maxwell had a bottle of champagne in his hand, the Beaumont sword in the other. ‘Ladies and gentleman!’ he bellowed. The group stopped talking and turned to face him.

He cleared his throat. ‘I, for one, am so happy for you both. You are the best couple I have ever met and I’m so pleased to watch you on this new chapter of your lives.’ Olivia smirked. ‘Wow, an actual grown up, sensible speech-’ ‘NOW LET’S CELEBRATE LIKE THERE IS A NEW BABY COMING!’ he screeched, swiping the sword against the bottle, somehow managing to open it perfectly. The fizz cascaded out.

Bertrand handed out glasses - Camille rejected a glass of champagne for obvious reasons but she settled for orange juice. She cleared her throat and addressed her friends.

‘I’m so happy,’ she told them. ‘I never dreamed I would have this marriage or this baby. I have both. I’m so excited to meet my little marshmallow. She is going to be so loved.’ ‘Here, here!’ everyone chorused. Liam stepped forward. ‘If I may be so bold,’ he said warmly. ‘I see this baby as a symbol. A symbol of new beginnings, of fresh starts, of love. May she symbolise the bringing together of the kingdom!’ Drake paled, daunted at the thought. Camille smiled tightly and squeezed his hand. Liam raised his glass at the couple. ‘To Cordonia.’

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Camille’s phone rang and she groaned when she saw the caller ID. ‘Not now, please not now...’ she whispered. Drake sniggered. ‘Just get it over with.’ She sighed and answered the call. ‘Hello, Madeleine,’ she said politely. Drake heard the shrill shrieking of Camille’s publicist down the phone. ‘What the fuck were you thinking placing that handbag in front of you?!’ Camille blinked. ‘What?’ ‘Don’t act dumb. The handbag. Why did you place it in front of you when you were leaving the hospital? You do realise that is the most obvious way to show you are fucking pregnant?!’ Camille’s mouth fell open. ‘I was hiding the bump!’ ‘Please! You must read magazines! Surely you know how many mothers to be do that in the papers, deny they are pregnant and then BAM! One issue later and they’re announcing that they’re due in the summer. THINK CAMILLE!’ Camille shrunk down into her chair, feeling like a scolded child. ‘I didn’t think.’ ‘No, you never do. God, it’s all over the news! Vogue.com has placed a red ring around your stomach! YOU ARE A VICTIM OF THE RED RING! Rookie mistake. Now, I’ve got to clear the mess up. Are you announcing the pregnancy? You kind of have to now.’ Camille stood up quickly, her vision blurring for a moment. ‘We want to announce it when we are ready,’ she told Madeleine. ‘Not because we’re forced to.’

‘You are a Duchess now, Camille,’ Madeleine replied, her tone patronising. ‘You can’t just do things for yourself anymore. You have to think about the country, about Valtoria. You can’t hide this.’ Camille closed her eyes. Not for the first time, she wished she was just regular old Camille. The commoner. The one who had never been to Cordonia. She caught herself at the thought. Stop it. If she was still regular old Camille, she wouldn’t have this life. Her friends. This marriage. Would she give it up for a day of normality? No. She wouldn’t. ‘Let me talk to Drake,’ she said and before Madeleine could protest, she hung up the phone.

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They announced the pregnancy in a statement to the press. Drake hadn’t been happy about it and neither had Camille, but they both knew that as Duke and Duchess, they had to do it this way. They had to play by the rules of the nobility. They had to put on their Duke and Duchess masks and play the role they were honoured with. A role that demanded the best standard of decorum. Knowing which fork to use at dinner. Knowing how to greet the King. The smiles they put on for the nobles they didn’t like. Only at night, did the masks come off and they were themselves.

It was Liam’s idea that the open house also be turned into an event to celebrate the new baby of Valtoria. ‘It will make the people feel closer to you, that they can share this with you.’ ‘You mean share my daughter,’ Drake had snapped. The open house was already something he wasn’t keen on. Adding the pregnancy news to the mix was another issue he had to grapple with. He hadn’t meant to snap but he saw Liam’s face fall and he felt a twinge of guilt. ‘Sorry Liam,’ he mumured. ‘I just wish Camille and I could enjoy this for ourselves. Really soak it up without anyone knowing.’ ‘I understand, Drake. Really. It’s the biggest news you’ve ever had in your life. It’s fantastic. But as Duke-’ ‘I know, I have to remember my duty.’ ‘Exactly.’ Drake sighed . ‘Fine,’ he relented. ‘The open house will celebrate the baby.’

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That night, Drake stroked Camille’s bump as they both sat and watched a film. Camille was dressed in a silk grey camisole short set and furry slipper boots. She had wanted to eat all of the sweet things so Drake had driven out to the nearby grocery store and picked up Oreos, Nutella, Mars Bars, everything that was made out of chocolate went into the basket. Camille squealed when he came home, his arms laden with chocolate and they settled down on the sofa to indulge. As Camille snuggled up into his chest, the scent of chocolate settling on her, Drake smiled at this moment. This was all he needed. Just her. Their bump. This moment of normal within this crazy world they lived in. For Drake, the masks were finally off.

#drake walker x mc #trr fanfic #the royal romance #choices the stories you play #He's such a DILF

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