#the joke is she wished for big boobs…

[finchbites]

The dragon ball dilemma

(She gave them money for treatment after this and capsule corp found the cure to the terminal illness 🩷)

[kooktrash]

guys my age | jeon jungkook

summary: a summer spent at your friend’s place wasn’t something to be anything to look forward to. her hot, young dad would seem to change that for you when you decide a game of teasing would suffice your boredom. you got more than you bargained for when you realize he’s not a fan of games.

➣ pairings: dilf jk x female college student!y/n [she/her]

➣ genre/au: dilf au, best friends father, summer house, smut, age gap [38 & 21] pent up sexual frustration

warnings: 9.5K words. smüt. 6 9 position [ oral f & m receiving] use of protection. roūgh missionary. they go like three rounds. reader gets on top. dirty talk, use of ‘little girl, slüt, etc but lightly] y/n is a man eater lowkey. jk wants to resist but he can’t lol. y/n is rich and spoiled, Y2K style. big bOobs lol. y/n is besties with jk’s daughter. stays at summer home. y/n is a cöçk tease. always teasing him. lawyer jk, with tattoos and piercing. y/n has bellybutton piercing

song inspo: cola — lana del rey [i got a taste for men who are older] affection — abra [did you close your eyes and think about me like I think about you?] guys my age — hey violet

Illicit Desires | DILF!Jungkook collab

The blaring sun burned against your skin, your patience running thin the longer you waited outside. A key was being jammed into the doorknob with no luck to actually get it to function. You were tired, hot, and hungry—never a good mix when it came to your mood. Your feet hurt from the kitten heels you wore and the black handle of your suitcase was getting hot with the summer heat.

“Hurry up,” you whined, a manicured hand with long pink nails waving in an attempt to fan yourself. Only seconds later the click of the lock was heard and the door was opening. You and the person in front of you groaned in relief and you were trudging inside the large house you’d be spending your summer at.

“My dad’s not home so we’ve got the place to ourselves for a couple hours, what should we do?” Your friend, Jieun, asked once the two of you made it to the stairs to take your things to her room. You gave a shrug in response, “I don’t know, I’m hot, I can’t think.”

“Oh, so you think you’re hot?” She joked with you knowing that was not at all what you meant but you winked at her anyway. Your gum smacked with each chew as you looked around her bedroom that looked fit for a teen which made sense since she’s been rooming with you in the dorms for the last two years.

“I thought you didn’t like your daddy,” you were teasing but also serious when you sat on her bed, skirt shifting to show more thigh. Jieun just sighed, opening her drawers to pull out a bikini, “It’s complicated. The divorce with my mom was ugly and it was only three years ago. I was a teen so I held a lot of resentment toward him and her.”

“Wasn’t she the one who cheated?” You asked curiously as she passed you your smaller bag for you to fish out a bikini. Jieun nodded, “Yeah, I know but my dad was always busy. Always gone for work and I don’t know, 17 year old me wished he was around more so she wouldn’t feel so lonely.”

You let the subject go in order to change out of your clothes that had been way too hot for the heat and into something way too small. A hot pink bikini with small triangles covering your breasts and a small pair of bottoms with silver links to hold it together. Jieun directed you outside and she went to get drinks and snacks for you two before joining you. You managed to pull a heart shaped floaty toward you and laid inside of it with your legs hanging out the side and a cherry coke in your hand.

“Is your dad hot?” You asked looking over your sunglasses as they hung low on your nose bridge. Jieun rolled her eyes as you passed her the donut floaty.

“Don’t ask me,” Jieun said as she finally made it on, “And leave my dad alone, the old men you like are sad.”

“Whatever, I was just asking,” you laughed, “And I’ll have you know I prefer them younger.”

She just rolled her eyes moving next to you and the two of you floated in the pool for a good while before dropping yourselves into the cold water. You played only one round of mermaids until you swear you died and came back to life.

At the sliding door stood a man, a very attractive older man dressed in a forest green matching shirt and shorts that could pass as pajamas. His shirt was slightly transparent but unfortunately you couldn’t see much. He slid the glass door open coming out with a pair of black sunglasses that he pushed up to his hair. Jieun turned to look at what you’d been staring at and she waved a hand, “Hey.”

The man’s eyes swept back to you, “Hey.” Jieun swam to the edge of the pool pulling herself up with absolutely no grace and pointed to you, “This is my roommate Y/n, she’s staying with us this summer.”

“Oh really?” He asked looking to her, “I don’t remember you telling me about this.”

She just shrugged, taking her towel and stretching one out for you to grab. You dragged yourself to the edge of the pool before placing your hands on the edge and pulling yourself up in one go. You didn’t notice the way Jieun’s dad watched the water cascade down your breasts to your stomach and thighs until you dragged yourself up. You took the towel from Jieun and dried yourself off looking back to him, “Hello Mr. Jeon, I’m Y/n, Jieun’s roommate for the past two years.”

You placed your hand in his as greeting and he gave it a firm shake, “Call me Jungkook, has Jieun gotten you set up in the guest room?”

The three of you went upstairs and for some reason you felt the need to walk with a sway in your steps knowing Jieun’s dad was behind you. You also knew you shouldn’t be doing that in just a towel and very skimpy bikini but you didn’t care. You knew in the back of your mind Jieun was one of your best friends and thinking her dad is hot should be weird. You also knew you were going to do what you want anyway and if that was planning a little game for the summer you were going to do it.

In truth, you were a very spoiled person. You came from money and your dad never thought twice about doing what you wanted so obviously you would be spoiled. You didn’t care about the consequences, you just did what you wanted because it was fun. It wasn’t going to be anything serious anyway and it’s only your first day staying here and you had to entertain yourself some way if Jieun wasn’t around.

“Thank you for letting me stay Mr. Jeon, I wouldn’t have had anywhere to go for the summer,” you said once it was just you and him after getting changed. He was bringing in blankets and pillows for you. He stopped to look at you, eyes threatening to trail down your body again but he forced himself to only look at your face, “It’s no problem, did your parents not let you stay with them?”

“They’re away for the summer,” you told him leaning against the back wall as he put the bed sheets on the bed you’d be sleeping on, “They didn’t want me in that big house all by myself for three months.”

“Maybe they don’t trust you,” he said with a small smile trying to make himself feel comfortable around his daughter’s friends. It is very hard to not think about the girl in his house that was so physically attractive it had him anxious. It just wasn’t a good idea to think about a girl his daughter’s age. You had no idea he had these thoughts, all you knew was that you were in the mood to talk, “They don’t, I’m not always the best behaved.”

“In my house, I hope you’ll behave,” he let the words slip before he could stop himself. They sounded more flirty than he meant them to when in reality he just hoped for no trouble with you. You weren’t making this easy when you tilted your head to the side and batted your lashes, “Keep a close eye on me and maybe I will.”

Jungkook seemed to freeze for a moment, his hand fixing the fitted sheet and using his sudden tension to stuff the fabric into the frame. It was silent and when Jieun came up looking at you, “I ordered pizza.”

“Yum,” you smiled cheerfully, “Are you joining us, Mr. Jeon?”

You stood at the doorway facing the stairs but turning your head back to look at him. He was already walking behind you and when you got to the stairs, his hand touched your back lightly. He stared forward, looking distant as he said, “I have to keep an eye on you, don’t I?” With that he looked to you quickly before looking ahead.

The first few days you barely had a chance to see him, you mostly hung out with Jieun and went out with friends. He was up early and got home late so you didn’t see him often. Tonight though, you’ve gotten lucky. Jieun has a date tonight with her boyfriend and she’d be staying the night at his house. Now you would be home alone until Jungkook came home and sometimes it’s not till late evening.

So you spent pretty much all day, after noon, by yourself trying to quench your boredom doing anything you could. Now you’re outside again tanning by the pool, or attempting to. The sun was already setting so there wasn’t much left and yet you remained outside.

“Jungkook, man, are you even listening right now?” A voice boomed through the speaker of his cellphone. He could barely make out the person’s voice as he held his phone away in a trance. His attention was elsewhere, somewhere he shouldn’t be focusing on, but he was.

It was hard not to stare at the view just on the other side of the sliding door. This time you were in yellow. A bright pastel that had a silver heart ring holding your top together at your breasts. From here he could see the belly button ring you had and you just looked… like sin. He was too lost to notice the way you pushed your glasses down to stare back at him. It wasn’t until you gave a little wave that he snapped out of it.

“Yes, I’m listening,” he muttered back to Taehyung as he went back to the kitchen to at least pretend like he wasn’t watching you. It was wrong, you were his daughter’s age but you just looked so damn good. And you know you’re attractive, you know that just one look and someone would squirm and currently that’s him. He has no business being 38 watching a girl who is barely 21 and thinking about the way your bottoms hugged your ass that he catches himself looking at from time to time.

His hand ruffled his hair in an attempt to shake the thought of you away, “But I should go, I’ve gotta start dinner.”

“Oh, but I wanted to know how it’s been having Jieun back? Does she come home for dinner everyday?” Jimin asked, still trying to keep a conversation going but then you came in. The tiniest denim shorts on with the button and fly open showing off your stomach and a small triangle of the yellow bottoms. You seemed to forget a shirt, sauntering into the kitchen in just the tiny bikini top and shorts, a pretty smile on your face, “You’re home, I was feeling lonely.”

His phone nearly slipped out of his hand.

Snap out of it, Jungkook, he’s reacting nervously around you and he shouldn’t.

“I’m about to start dinner,” was all he said to you before continuing his conversation with Jimin, “It’s been good but she’s not home today. She’s spending her night with Yoongi.”

You sat at the island leaning against the marble counter, pressing your chest into it and his eyes flickered to the way they seemed to bulge even more than usual. Oh God.

He could see small, hard buds through the fabric, “Jimin I’ve gotta go, I’m going to start cooking.” He needs a cold shower, like now.

“Or we can order,” You said once he was off the phone, “I’m sure you’ve had a long, hard… what’s the word I’m looking for?”

“Day?” the word came out in a stutter that had his neck heating up in embarrassment. Why was he getting flustered? He’s had very little interaction with a woman consistently, aside from the women at work and they were nothing like you. They wore gray pencil skirts and white button ups—not yellow bikinis where he could see your hardened nipples poking out. This doesn’t mean he hasn’t had opportunities to date in the last three years but with his divorce and busy with work all the time he didn’t go out. He was a boring man in his eyes.

You flashed him an innocent smile that he’s not sure he believed, “Then I’ll treat you to dinner tonight, a thank you for letting me stay. Should I call and order?” Unsure of what would come out if he opened his mouth, he just gave a subtle nod.

“I’m going to shower while we wait,” he cleared his throat awkwardly. You told him okay, ordered, and then showered yourself.

For dinner you had Italian and you were fully dressed now—still not enough for his prying eyes—but enough for him to focus on his food. He hates to admit that he’s way too curious tonight to ask questions, “What are your thoughts on Yoongi? Does he treat Jieun right?”

“Mhm,” you nodded with a light bite on your lip, “The sweetest, perfect for her.”

“For her? Wouldn’t everyone want a sweet guy?” He’s not sure why he asked or why he was curious to see what you’d say. All he knew was that his plate of food was no longer being eaten, and instead played with by scraping his fork against it. He avoided your eyes and you loved every second of it. He was just so cute getting nervous by a younger woman like you. It’s just too tempting to wanna make him squirm. A big, bad man like him falling underway by your teasing.

“I like them a little meaner, a little more authoritative,” you said looking up at him, “Like the ones who can put me in my place when I’m being difficult.”

“Hm,” he hummed in thought looking into your eyes, “Difficult?”

“Yes, I have a tendency to want what I want and find a way to get it,” you told him, voice more assertive, “And if I don’t get it, I become a huge brat.”

“So someone who can handle you?”

“Yes, but I’m a lot to handle, Jungkook,” you said his name laced with lust and if he said it didn’t go straight to his flaccid member, he’d be lying. He took a big drink from his glass of wine, “I’m sure someone is up for the task.”

“I hope so, I can get very impatient,” you raise your glass to your lips to drink, your eyes locked with his. With that you stood up with your plate, “Are you done?”

He gave a silent nod, not trusting himself to bite back a comment about how he has no patience for teasing. He’s not even sure those would be the exact words he’d say, or if he’d say how capable he is of putting someone in their place. You took his plate and washed them before excusing yourself to your bedroom to answer some call. He caught a small glimpse of the name already calling you and it was a man.

It’s been two weeks. Two hard weeks of forcing himself to not think about his daughter’s friend, but it’s been so damn difficult that you’re clouding his vision. All the looks you sent his way whenever you were with Jieun or the little comments you’d make that had his head spinning in guilt and lust. It’s been too long since he’s slept with a woman and anytime he sees you, he’s reminded of it. Like right now.

He was supposed to be working on a case with his partner, Namjoon, but he was distracted. They worked at the kitchen table but then you came in with a short, fitted black dress that barely covered your butt. Even Namjoon seemed to turn and stare when you opened the fridge and bent down at the waist to look inside. Jungkook’s head rested on his palm as he watched, half hoping your dress would rise just a little more but it didn’t, sadly. He was supposed to be doing all the paperwork that laid across the dinner table, not stare at you rummaging through the fridge.

You pulled out a bottle of pineapple juice, sipping from a straw as Jieun came down just a little more dressed down as she asked, “Is he almost here?”

Jungkook snapped his attention back to you in confusion. Is who almost here? “Are the two of you going out with Yoongi?”

“I am, Y/n’s meeting up with a guy, so lucky you dad, you might get the house to yourself,” Jieun said putting a hand on his shoulder waving a greeting to Namjoon, her father’s friend.

“Don’t miss us too much,” you teased, making him look back at you. “How well do you know this guy?”

“Just enough, we had a couple classes together,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders still sipping on the pineapple juice. He’s sure the taste of the fruit would remain in your body for hours.

Jieun laughed, “Y/n doesn’t need to know him well for her plans tonight.”

You sent her a wink that Jungkook caught and he’d be lying if he said a small part of him didn’t feel… jealous? Upset? Annoyed? All of the above? He doesn’t want both of you gone, he’s gotten used to a full house and he doesn’t want to feel lonely again. Jieun he can understand, she’s seeing her boyfriend but you… you’re not in a relationship. You don’t have any obligation to another man so why can’t you stay home. Despite all the women who notice him, he seems to have a love/hate relationship with the attention you gave him. Part of him wanted nothing to do with you in that sense, but the other was enough to boost his ego. Despite his age he was clearly attractive enough to gain the attention of a 21 year old used to college guys. So, no, he doesn’t want you to go out with one of those guys and remember that Jungkook was a boring lawyer and father of your friend.

“Well he’s outside,” you said looking at your phone, “I guess I’ll head out now.” Jieun joined you when Yoongi sent her the same text and you two were leaving.

“How are you living with that unaffected?” Namjoon finally said once the two of you were out the door. Jungkook shook his head, “I’m not.”

Long after Namjoon left, Jungkook found himself still awake working in his office. It had to be around midnight and he didn’t feel tired, he felt anxious. It stresses him out because why on earth does he feel anxious? He should feel relieved to have time to himself but he doesn’t. He’s currently staring at the clock every five damn minutes. Jieun won’t be coming home, he knows that, but now it looks like you aren’t either.

He shouldn’t care about his daughter’s friend but something about you just draws him in. You were like a succubus in his eyes, a beautiful girl who can draw anyone in and even he fell victim to it. It’s so wrong, you’re too young, you’re his daughter’s friend. But you’re so damn enticing, like every little thing about you. From the way you chew your gum while looking at him to the sway in your hips when you walk. The way you batted your pretty long lashes when you’d ask how his night went. You make little comments that he swears were suggestive that he knew he shouldn’t like, but he does. It makes him blush, honestly.

He knows he’s an attractive man. He’s fit, he’s got the looks, money, age. He has tattoos and piercings and he’s clean. He knows that women at the store try to flirt with him in line. The ones at work always have some favor to ask or some help they need. When he’s at the gym he feels eyes on him but none of it matters. Jungkook has thought about going on dates when he’s been asked and lately he’s been thinking about trying again but he just doesn’t know if he should.

At his age, is it even worth it anymore? His wife of eighteen years cheated on him just three years ago. He doesn’t think about her outside of when it has to do with Jieun but still. That’s the last woman he’s been with, it’s not like he’s your age.

You’re young and a very attractive person. You’ve got the smile, the confidence, the looks, the humor. Honestly, he could go on. He’s thought about it before, you have a way of drawing someone in and clearly it was true. If you’re on a date then obviously you know how to get someone interested, especially if Jieun always jokes about how you string these boys along. Actually, he’s not even sure if what you’re doing now is part of the date.

It’s too late for dinner. That could only mean one thing, you were probably at the guy’s place or maybe a hotel room. If that was the case then clearly you could only be doing one thing. That thought alone was enough to make him stiffen in his chair. He shouldn’t be thinking about all the things you were doing in your little black dress, or even with it off.

Jungkook knows what your body looks like under that dress. He knows that you have a little tattoo on your hip that was only noticeable when you wear one of your tiny bikinis. And god, he shouldn’t, but he feels so damn envious of whoever gets to see what lies under those poor excuses for bikinis. He can only imagine what man you’re with, what hands are touching down your naked body.

The look in your eyes when a certain spot was touched, maybe your back would arch and your hips would buck. Maybe you were sensitive, so damn sensitive that when Jungkook first gets his hands on you, you’ll be dripping in your panties—if you wore any.

Wait.

Fuck.

When did this become an imagination of him being the one touching your body? His jeans seemed to tighten, his member growing more erect with each passing image of you under him. Falling apart with his teasing this time, batting your eyelashes at him like an innocent, sweet girl, when you were anything but. The things he could do to you, teach your body so many different sensations that only he could bring you—

“Mr. Jeon.”

His entire body froze, even the small pulse of his hard length at the sound of your voice. Jungkook snapped his eyes to the door of his office, now more open than before with you standing there looking like a walking sin.

You just called him Mr. Jeon and it seemed to send him back to reality about the fact you were much younger than him. Not only that but a friend of his daughter’s.

“Y/n,” he cleared his throat, shifting in his chair awkwardly, “When did you get home?” Could he call it that? Call it your home when you both know it really isn’t. You giggle softly, pushing off the wall sauntering over to his desk with a little sway.

“Just now, I didn’t want to wake you,” you moved around his desk making him more anxious by the second. He was suddenly too aware of the bulge between his legs due to his perverse thoughts. His hand was suddenly on his lap trying to hide himself when you leaned against the desk, right next to him. Your hands on the wooden table supporting your weight, “But you weren’t even sleeping. Why are you up this late?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” Jungkook looked into your eyes when you frowned. Your face looked flush, eyes a little red and nose puffy. You had a lazy smile, “And here I thought you were waiting up for me.”

“I didn’t even know if you’d be back,” he looked away when you pushed off the desk, shifting his eyes back to his abandoned files. He kept his gaze stuck on it as you walked behind him with a hand on his shoulder, before there were two. His breath hitched as your hands touched his shoulders. You leaned against his back just briefly and he could smell the alcohol on you. It made him tense and he could feel his back muscles twitch. Your palms flattened against his shoulders before sliding them down toward his collarbone as you said, “I bet that worried you. Not knowing what I might be doing, who I might be with.”

He didn’t say anything, eyes failing to stay open when the fabric of his button up shifted against his skin with each drag of your hands across his shoulders, “What are you doing?”

You just smiled looking down at him. You couldn’t see his face but you could see the angle of his head hanging low. You could see the clenched fist around a fountain pen and an arm conveniently placed on his lap. “You just seem so stressed lately. I want to help you relax.”

“Oh,” his voice strained when you nearly closed your hands around his neck, the unbuttoned top of his shirt nearly exposing more of his chest than he wanted it to. “Y/n.”

He needs it to stop.

This needs to stop.

Now. He could feel it, he was very close to snapping. This isn’t right, not at all. But it’s not entirely wrong and it’s all just confusing him and his dick. He had to think of something else but he didn’t want to tell you to stop touching him even if he knows he should.

“How was your date?” He asked, probably one of the worst things to ask but he did so anyway. You didn’t stop your movements, unaware of the way his lips parted when your nails scraped along his chest. God, it felt so damn good to be touched. It was all he could think about and he didn’t want it to be.

“It wasn’t a date,” you told him, continuing your massage, “We went for drinks and, no, nevermind, I won’t say.” You ended with a deep sigh that had him whipping around to stare at you.

“And?” He asked, finally exposing himself to you with disheveled hair, lust blown eyes, and a wrinkled button up. “What else did you do?”

As he asked and his eyes fell upon your neck, something was building up within him. The sight of the small red mark on your neck, “Well?” His voice was deeper, more stern and definitely not happy. He was jealous and you knew it.

“So you were worried,” you giggled, “Were you thinking about it all night? What I might be doing?”

He didn’t confirm nor deny it but he did look away as if he’d been caught. He couldn’t face you but that didn’t stop you from pushing. This was like the red button.

You know you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t stop yourself from pushing.

“Well…” you took a long sigh, a soft moan in thought, “After the drinks we went back to his place and well, you know how that goes.”

“Hm,” was all he said and you stopped running your hands along his shoulders. For some reason he was disappointed that you did. You just smiled, “That’s all I can say unfortunately, I missed you too much to stay the night so I got an Uber and came home.”

“Y/n,” his voice was firm but the hair on his arms rose at the raspy tone of your sleepy voice, “What are you doing?”

“Having a conversation with you,” you told him simply as you moved back against his desk, his knee so close to your leg as his chair spun out just a little. His eyes narrowed, “You know what I’m talking about.”

“I don’t think I do,” even as you said that you bit your lip, “Why don’t you tell me?”

He ran his fingers through his hair, clearly stressed. He can’t just tell you. What if he’s just imagining your touches? Your innuendos? He’s much older than you and for him to be bringing this up was embarrassing enough. So instead of doing it, he just gave up.

“You should go to bed.”

“Are you going to take me?”

It went quiet and you swear his gaze darkened in an instance. You weren’t sure if he was deciphering every meaning behind your response or if he was debating actually doing it. You wanted him to. Just look at him. Whenever you even think about him, every concern for Jieun as a friend completely slips away. He’s just too damn stunning, too damn perfect. The fact that he was older just made it ten times better.

You looked at the clock behind him before saying, “I guess I’ll go, but I’ll miss talking to you.”

“Y/n,” he grabbed your hand, stopping you from walking away. You looked back at him as he stared down at where your hand was in his. No.

No. Jungkook, don’t even if you really want to at least get a kiss. No.

“Yes?”

He cleared his throat preparing himself to talk, “Goodnight.”

You smiled, “Goodnight.”

You left without another word and the second the door shut behind you a breath of relief was pushed out from his stomach to his mouth. “Fuck,” he groaned looking down at his aching member.

He doesn’t think he can resist you the next time.

It happened again a couple nights later. This time around, Jungkook felt even more delusional over it. You were only looking at him but you weren’t being at all appropriate. Especially not now having dinner with Jieun and Yoongi. It was a table of four so he was close to you and God, this was getting harder by the minute—or no, he was.

Your foot was pulling at his pant leg and he had to pretend like it wasn’t affecting him. He listened to you talk to Jieun instead.

“So how was the other night with Jimin?” Yoongi asked you at the dinner table. Jungkook pretended like he wasn’t interested, too focused on his dinner plate. From the corner of his eye is where he watched you. You gave a small shrug, still running your foot past his knee until your leg was on his thigh. He places a hand over your ankle, a small squeeze to try and get you to stop instead of just pushing it away.

His hand was rough with age and work and your foot was smooth. It was big, with long fingers, even his pinky and you wondered what else he could do with them. Jungkook hand began hesitantly caressing your leg as you spoke, “Good, but I’m not going out with him tonight.”

“Someone else?” Yoongi asked as he served you all more food from the middle of the table. You smiled, “Maybe.”

Jungkook’s jaw tensed and he shook your leg off of him. He doesn’t know what you’re trying to do with him but he’s a grown man. If you want to do things with him he’s not going to wait around for you to finish up with another guy. Especially with a guy much younger than him who he knows won’t be able to please you like he could. Just from the way you’ve been acting he knows not everyone can handle you. You’re a cocktease and maybe he’s delusional but he knows you want him. So why are you going on a date with another man?

No.

Why does he care?

Why is he thinking about a girl young enough to be his own daughter? Why is he imagining what you’d look like sitting pretty on his dick. Why doesn’t he care that Jieun is sitting on the other side of him and all he wants is to slide his fingers up your leg and under your skirt. He could if he pulled your chair closer. He really could. He feels guilty but not enough to ignore this anymore, they’re only thoughts anyway. He wouldn’t actually do it… no, never.

“Do you want us to drop you off when we leave?” Jieun asked once dinner had been over. You shook your head, “No, I won’t be with him till later. What time are you getting home?”

“I’m not,” Jieun said, patting Yoongi’s stomach, “Staying at his place.”

“Alright, I’ll probably start getting ready.”

Jungkook went to his office when everyone left. He would do more work tonight, now he’s got all the time in the world apparently.

Once again he was going to be alone in the house.

Once again you were going out with another man.

Once again he finds himself thinking about it and feeling irritated.

Jungkook doesn’t know you have something up your sleeve. He doesn’t know that the whole time you were talking with Jieun all you could think about was how to get her father to fuck you how you’ve been craving all summer.

He couldn’t even concentrate on his case files, he could only think about what you were doing. He hasn’t heard the front door or the sound of your heels clacking on the stairs. You must be in your bedroom trying one one of those tiny little dresses you like to wear.

How was he to know what you were currently doing? Was it through the text he just received with your name displayed. He picked up his phone, unlocked it, and clicked on your message. It was a photo.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, hand running over his face and into his hair as he looked at it. There’s no mistaking what he’s looking at.

You were sitting on his bed wearing the skimpiest slip of black lingerie he’s ever seen. It was a dress, but it wasn’t even enough to cover the black lace panty you wore. His eyes followed the length of your legs, pressed together so elegantly as you posed in front of his large mirror, perched on the edge of his bed. One of your hands was on your lap, keeping the short dress from showing any sliver of underwear. It was your form of teasing, acting like it was innocent and playing it so poorly, but that’s what you were playing at. You knew what you were doing.

Jungkook knew you were bad news the second he saw you in the pool with his daughter. Even before he saw your body, your eyes were seductive. Your tone was always flirty, and he responded to it. God, since the beginning he would react, always giving a little answer to your flirting, always looking when you wanted him to. Even now, his fingers hovered over the keyboard finding it hard to just tell you to stop. He read over the text attached to the photo.

you: should I wear this out tn?

His breath hitched roughly, tension running through his muscles processing your text. You were apparently showing him something you planned on wearing tonight? Asking for his opinion? Sitting on his bed? There’s no way, absolutely no way you’re doing this to him right now. He dropped his phone on the desk and leaned back against his spinning chair. His hands covered his face, easing some tension away in thought. You’re driving him absolutely crazy. How does he even respond to that? He doesn’t.

You might have really done it this time, you’re not even sure what transpired you to act out this way aside from a selfish need to get what you want. This had started as just a way to not get bored during your summer stay and that was all it was supposed to be. It’s not your fault that Jieun’s dad is the most attractive man you’ve ever laid eyes on. And if things went the way you wanted them too, he would be in the same room as you very soon.

If they didn’t, then it was safe to say you would never show your face around here ever again.

There was a bigger sense of confidence that came with preparing this whole ordeal, but the wait itself broke it down. You were so close to getting up and running out the door when it opened. In walked Jungkook, looking as disheveled as possible but he tried to hold himself together. You looked up at him from your seated position as he took in the sight of you.

“Y/n,” his eyes trailed upwards from your exposed legs to your pretty face. A small choked out groan escaped his lips as he shifted his gaze to the ceiling, “What are you doing?”

“Getting ready?” You asked standing up to look at yourself in the mirror, “How do I look?”

“Y/n,” his voice was stern, turning to face you, “Don’t play with me.” You didn’t bother taking your eyes off your own reflection, capturing his glare through the mirror. “I’m not, Jungkook, I’m just asking a question.”

“Jungkook?” He asked as you finally turned to him, taking a small step closer. He’s so used to hearing you refer to him as Mr. Jeon teasingly that he forgets what it’s like for you to actually say his name. You nodded, standing in front of him, “Or Mr. Jeon?”

He looked down at you now that you were mere inches away from him and he could see the twinkle of mischief in your eyes. You don’t care who he is, you don’t care if he’s older either. He wanted to tell you this was inappropriate and to leave but he would never kick you out. He wouldn’t tell you he didn’t like it either, “Are you wearing this for a boy?”

A boy. Someone younger than him, probably one of those he’s heard you like and it’s not him. He’s a man, he can really show you what it’s like to feel pleasure. You looked down at your slip dress that had him looking down at your exposed cleavage. Without thinking you pressed a finger into his abdomen lightly, “I’d prefer it if it were for a man.”

Jungkook’s gaze didn’t falter away from yours, the sexual tension at a high as he leaned into the touch of your hand as it lowered. You were so close to him, chest nearly against chest and you were wearing so little. He licked at his dry lips, “Why’s that?”

“Guys my age don’t know how to fuck me, Mr. Jeon.”

In an instance, any thought of putting a stop to this vanished. Every reminder that you weren’t just an attractive younger woman expressing interest in him, vanished. All it took was the soft whisper of your response into his ear for his body to turn to mush. Jungkook barely shifted his head to the side when your lips met his, hungry and fast. His hand pressed into the back of your head, tangling in your hair, to keep you from moving back but you wouldn’t dare. The only moment your lips separated was during the first press of your tongues, meeting in the middle with the slide of spit.

Jungkook couldn’t get enough, the last time he had even kissed a woman, touched one in this manner, it had been a while. A long while that created such intense build-up when you came along making him break. The hand that hadn’t been laced in your hair was touching your waist gently but firm. It was soft but you could tell you wouldn’t be moving away anytime soon. It didn’t stop your fingers from trailing even lower than his abdomen, to the belt on his jeans. With one hand you began to tug on the belt loop, turning your neck as he began to leave wet, needy kisses down your jaw, your back arching from the way he had to bend over you to kiss your neck.

He released a low, breathless grunt at the rough pull of his zipper, hips moving with the force. The arm he had on your waist pressed you to his side when your hand dipped into the waistband of his briefs. His other hand left the back of your head, sliding down toward your neck, releasing a short moan, “Y/n.”

It has been too long. Too damn long since the last time a woman touched him. No, it’s been long since he let a woman touch him. Jungkook always had many opportunities to see someone but he never did it. He never seeked anyone out for sex, he just let himself take care of his own needs and feel unsatisfied. Now he’s letting someone young enough to be his daughter put their hand on his dick.

And it felt so fucking good. Jungkook stopped his attack on your neck to take a proper inhale, trying to keep himself under control as you palmed his naked member. Your fingers wrapped around his thick length giving him a soft stroke. You kissed down the expanse of his neck feeling the vibrations of his low groan. Your palm hugged the head of his cock, twisting your wrist and smearing it in his own precum. Your fingers brushed along the underside of his tip and he couldn’t wait. He wanted more.

With the hand that he had on your neck, he held you away from him. Your eyes met, both looking blown out and yet you still managed to look so seductive. His eyes shifted back down to your parted lips releasing small pants of breath. He licked his dry lips and with a raspy voice, he said, “Get on the bed.”

You looked down at his cock that still felt heavy in your grip. With your eyes locked with his, you moved to the bed sitting on the back of your legs, arms on your lap looking oh-so-obedient. His breath hitched at the sight and he was quickly undressing himself the rest of the way standing naked before you as you sat looking pretty in your little black dress. He got on his knees letting them sink to the mattress as you got up too.

A shiver ran down your spine at the feel of Jungkook’s rough fingers running across your shoulders to lower the thin straps of the dress. They trailed down your back softly, catching the ribbon that tied it together against your spine, and undid it The thin, silky fabric dropped down on the bed revealing more of yourself to him. Jungkook looked down at your chest, he was used to the size of them. All summer long you were showing off your pretty tits in tight tops and slutty bikinis, and yet the full view was so much more. Your nipples were pointed out, sensitive from being exposed and his rough, large hands cupped them. You released a quiet whine as his fingers pinched your nipples. Jungkook’s jaw was open, speechless at how soft you felt in his hands, “You’re such a pretty girl.”

You nodded, biting into your lip when he lowered his head to place a kiss on the plumpness of your breast. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders not wanting to stop when his tongue swiped at your nipple, licking it before sucking it into his mouth. Jungkook traveled his hands down to your thong, groping your ass before getting a hold on the material. With little effort on his end, he tore one side at your hips and did the same to the other until it was coming apart from your legs. Your underwear was left ruined as he held you by the waist, guiding you on top of him as he moved to lie back. You didn’t say anything, only soft moans leaving your lips at the way he moved your body around to his liking. You were both fully naked now and he guided you to turn away from him, gripping your thighs as he backed you up to his head and you got the hint.

Jungkook was being impatient, he needed to feel everything. He couldn’t wait to taste your pussy or to feel the tightness of your throat constrict around his large cock. He wanted to do it all now, not later. Later he can explore slowly, learn every way you want to be touched. Because if you think he’s going to be done with you after one round, you’re wrong. He moved his elbows under your knees making sure your thighs hugged the sides of his head and his body shivered. Just above his face was the prettiest little cunt he’s ever seen. Slick coated the outside and pooled at the center. Your clit was in view and the way you arched your back made your pussy pop out more. He swallowed dryly.

How did he manage to get this sight in front of him? He was a fool to think he could withstand your games, clearly not. But he can’t just let you toy with him, he’ll show you how to make a woman cum.

As soon as his wet tongue met your oversensitive clit, you had to cling to his thighs, nails digging into the muscle at his boldness. Your mouth parted in silent moans as his hands pinched your hips, pressing you down further against his mouth, getting the first taste of pussy he’s had in years—even before his divorce. You better believe that he was not doing this to his ex wife the months leading up to separating. Even if he was, nothing would have compared to how eager and wet you were.

“Da—Ju-Jungkook… ” You whimpered as you brought his cock toward your mouth, tongue swiping along his side in hopes of bringing pleasure to him fast. Your tongue began from the base of his cock where his neatly trimmed hair ended, licking all the way to his tip. From there you wrapped your lips around his head letting your tongue swipe along the slit that released clear dribbles of precum. As best as you could, you tried to relax your throat, guiding him down as far as you could.

The feeling of a warm and tight mouth around his dick had him moaning. His eyes rolled in pleasure as his thighs tensed, “Oh fuck, Y/n,” he groaned against your cunt, your wetness running down his chin. “Your mouth feels so good.”

Lewd sounds came from your mouth with each thrust of his cock down your throat, tongue licking as much of his length as you could. Jungkook was getting messier with the need to bring you to an orgasm with his tongue. Slick sounds formed every time he lapped his tongue between your pussy lips, nipping at your clit with each swipe. His fingers were digging small crescents into the roundness of your ass as he made you ride his face harder.

“Oh my god,” you cried out like a whiny brat as your hips twitched in pace with the cool in your lower belly. Jungkook placed a hand behind your head not to apply pleasure but to keep you in place. “Oh my god,” you repeated and you were so damn loud, so shameless with your moans and he’s only used his mouth so far. He’s so thankful you never tried this when Jieun was home. He wouldn’t be able to keep you quiet if his dick was in your tight snatch.

Jungkook was relentless, licking at your cunt even as you released your juices all over his tongue. He ate you out through your orgasm, letting it dribble down his chin that he pressed against your clit, shaking. He was close, so fucking close but if he cums it’s going to be in your pussy. He needs it now.

You nearly fell to your side as he moved you off his lap and you collapsed onto the bed, hand feeling around against the comforter to find your little item. He was too busy fixing himself between your legs to notice you touch a small black package. You picked up the condom moving it in front of him and he took it without a word. Jungkook felt like his hands were shaking as he put it on. The anticipation of being inside you was building up and making him jittery. You were going to be so sensitive with the way he ate your pussy and he was so hard it will be very hard to be gentle. His hips dipped down as his hand lined his cock between your folds. Wetness stuck to the condom, and he began a slow grind making sure to touch your clit as he did so. His hands pressed against the bed near your ribs and looked at the sight. You brought a hand down between your legs, spreading your slick around his cock hoping to get him to just fuck you already. You didn’t want him to tease you or stretch you or gently talk you through it. You want him to stuff you full of his cock and tell you much of a bad girl you are.

You don’t know how to explain but he was such a man. Not a boy, not a college guy or late-twenties coworker. He was a man who worked out every day, trimmed his body hair, cooked meals and did yard work all while looking so unbelievably hot. He would take care of you, he has been taking care of you and you wanted him inside of you now.

With your hand already against his cock you took a hold of him as you lined him up with your entrance hearing a soft grunt leave his lips. Jungkook was going to stop you and do it himself but he found it so much hotter to feel you guide his cock into your pussy. The softest pussy he’s ever felt, hugging his dick with warmth and wetness. Sucking him in as far as you could take him and dragging along his length as he pulled back in a nervous twitch. He won’t last, he won’t last at all

“Come on Mr. Jeon, show me how a real man fu—ohh,” he sank back in, the same vacuum sealed feeling hugging his cock and he found it hard to pull back out. Jungkook was quiet, too focused in the need to just fuck that he’s not paying attention. He’s doing what feels good until you tell him to stop. His hands snuck between the mattress and your ass, finding purchase as he lied down against your body. His knees dug into the bed and the muscles in his thighs flexed with the first real hit of his hips against yours, cock digging in just a little further. Your arms and legs wrapped around him like a baby when his hands held your butt so tightly that your hips lifted off the bed. He fucked you onto his cock, back flexing with each thrust that made his spine protrude in his arched form in an animalistic way.

Jungkook was so turned on, so close to the edge that he wanted to scream. He could hold off so much longer but not right now. Not while your moans tickled his ears and your skin was hot under his mouth with each kiss he placed on your neck. You moaned loudly, “I’m so close, oh… daddy, ohh.”

“Shh,” Jungkook mumbled against your throat, “Just cum baby, be a good girl and cum for me. I want to feel your slutty pussy cum around my clock.” He was so close, he just needed the final push and he wouldn’t be so desperate to get off.

Like before, the only warning you gave to your release was the tremble in your thighs. Jungkook released a low growl that made your throat bob as you practically hugged each other with the way he still held your ass to his cock, both coming undone at once.

Jungkook was heaving for air, legs shaking as he set you back down the inch he lifted you up. Your walls still clenched and unclenched around him and he had to turn you both on your side to be more comfortable as he began to pull out.

He rolled onto his back, hand on chest as he looked up at the sky, “Fuck.”

You smiled moving to sit lips placing a kiss to the line between his feelings the way he gasped for air. You wondered if you’d have to wait for a second round another day. “You’re still hard.”

It was true, despite the puddle of thick semen on his lower stomach, he was still hard, and your hand running up his thighs wasn’t helping. Jungkook looked down at you, “Condom?”

“I’m out but I’m on the pill.”

Jungkook wanted to be more rational but he could. He still needed to feel you on his cock. “Come sit on my dick, pretty baby.”

With a flirty smile you did as told, quickly swinging your legs around his hips as you held his cock up, Jungkook had to bite his lip hard to hold back the moan he was going to let out. This time around, Jungkook didn’t hesitate to place his hands on your hips and push you down his length.

“Y/n,” he moaned as you began to ride him, grinding against his base every time you sank down on his dick. You’d raise your hips and drop them back down against his with a smack. “Fuck, tightest fucking pussy. Fuck, look at you.”

You were such a sight with your pretty face displaying pleasure, your first bouncing with how hard you rode him, belly button ring glistening every time light reflected off the jewels. Jungkook’s hand ran over it before coming up to your breasts. “All summer, teasing me with this body, leaving me to jerk off in the shower to the image of it.”

Your pussy twitched at his words, “I touch myself to the thought of you, Mr. Jeon, I’ve been dreaming of this cock in my pussy.”

Your words traveled straight to his dick, pulsing at the idea of you with your fingers in your cunt fucking yourself to him. You were riding him with such eagerness that the bed shook with each bounce of your hips and his hand couldn’t help but spank your ass urging you on. Once again he felt himself close and he wanted to warn you. He was waiting to know for sure if he was going to when everything seemed to stop except the bounce of your hips splitting your cunt open with his cock. His eyes shot to the bedside table where your phone sat facing up, Jieun’s picture on screen.

His heart stopped, trying to get you to slow down but it was too late. He was reminded of your age and relationship with his daughter. You reached for it before he could stop you and pressed it against your ear fighting his hand that reached for it, “Hello?”

“Hey ugly, is my dad home? He’s not answering his phone.” Jieun asked through the phone. You looked down at Jungkook who shook his head with pleading eyes for you to stay still but not stop. He still needed to cum.

“He probably left in his room,” you said the last words with a grind of your hips that had him biting into his knuckles to fight back a moan. You sat straighter, enjoying the stretch of his cock, “Is there something you want me to tell him before I leave?”

His eyes shifted to you now. What do you mean leaving? You sent him a smile, shaking your head to assure him you didn’t mean it and that you wanted to have fun with him all night. Jieun signed, “Just tell him that I left the keys to Benz on the mantle.”

“Mmm, okay,” you said softly as Jungkook began to respond with his hips bucking to meet yours. He couldn’t hold on anymore. “I’ve gotta go Jieun, I’m about to leave, I’ll tell him.”

You hung up with that and he took your phone dropping it on the mess of pillows on the floor before sitting up to hug your body fo his, “Such a dirty fucking girl.”

“She left the keys to the car on the mantle,” you moaned out as his face dug into your perky breasts, nuzzling into them. He growled in frustration, grinding your hips on his length, “I already know, fuck she interrupted us for that?”

“While I’ve got her best friend riding my cock like the little slut she is?” He licked your nipple and his words had you moaning, shaking in his hold. He really didn’t seem to care anymore.

He was fucking you from below, sitting you on his lap and making you bounce on his cock, “You like fucking your friend’s dad? You like older man dick?

“Yes, fuck Jungkook, only yours,” You moaned making his chest blossom with pride at your words. With your affirmation, he moved onto his knees, hands under your ass as he fucked you onto his cock.

“Gonna cum for me? Is my baby gonna cum on my cock?” He asked with a coo but with a deep tremor in his voice, “Yeah baby? Such an eager brat, look at you.”

“Mhm,” you nodded and he went faster.

When you came undone, Jungkook took you off his cock. He couldn’t be gentle with it as he came all over himself. A hand was on his dick as he eased himself through his second orgasm of the night looking over to you. You were tired after your own third orgasm and toppled onto his bed. Jungkook knew he should feel some form of guilt but he doesn’t. Instead, he runs his hand over your back to your ass as you laid on your stomach. Your perky little ass taunting him so much that he leaned down and place a kiss on it, biting lightly into the plump flesh making you shake your hips from sensitivity. He gave it a final smack.

Maybe when the sex-fueled fog leaves his mind he’ll realize the damage he’s done.

He fucked a woman much younger than him, fucked you real good.

He had let himself be seduced by a total nymph.

His daughter’s friend.

Yet all he could say as he lied down on his back to catch his own breath before a possible third round was…

“You’re such a good girl when you’re taking dick.”

He had about a month before you and Jieun left back to school and he was going to make it worth your while. You’ll never want younger men again. You’ll want his cocking fucking into you every time he visits Jieun. He’ll sneak into your dorm when she’s at work and fuck you with all the pent up desire he’ll have from not having your body in months.

And you’ll take every inch he gives you like a good girl.

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[naturesapphic]

Hi I really like ur post I was wondering if u could write a fic about the chicken soup date with Billie (she’s all flirty with Amalia) and we got pissed and she’s like “let me make it up to u baby”

(My sister told me this yesterday and I loveddd the idea and I hoped that u could add more!!!)

Fake Date

Billie eilish x fem!reader (romantic), Billie eilish x Amelia (platonic)

Warnings: cursing, fluff, jealous!reader

“I got you some vegan chicken nuggets and chips for your lunch.” Amelia said pointing towards the box that had the food in it. Billie looked up and happily smiled at her “I heard!” She said. “Cause I’m not available on the menu yet.” Amelia said flirtatiously at billie. Billie slumped her shoulders and smiled sadly at the blonde in front of her. “Damn…I was really hoping it could be you…” Billie said teasingly while a blush appeared on Amelia’s face.

You were off to the side watching your girlfriend flirt openly with another woman. Of course you know this was all in good fun but you couldn’t help to feel jealous anyway. “Is this turning you on right now?” Amelia said after she sprayed a bunch of Billie’s perfume on her. “Yeah.” Billie said obviously. Amelia smiled and tried to put it back in but did it backwards so billie gently corrected her. “Is this you?” Amelia pointed to the perfume. “No. It’s you.” Billie smiled and Amelia smiled back.

“No. My boobs aren’t that big.” She said and Billie not so subtly looked down at her breast. “They are pretty…small…” Amelia stated. “Yeah they are. They’re nice.” Billie flirted. “I actually quite. I like them.” Amelia said while billie looks down in shame and trying not to laugh. You felt your heart drop at the interaction and you really didn’t want to watch anymore but you knew that if you left that it would make Billie upset and that’s not what you wanted. The date continues and you felt even worse than before.

But before you know it it was over. They both get up and hugged one another and before Billie went over to you they took many pictures and videos together. Billie walked over to you with a big smile on her face. “Hey baby! It’s done now. We can go back to the hotel.” Billie instructed as she wraps her arms around your shoulders and led y’all out of the but not before saying and waving bye to everyone. You shyly waved bye back and walked along side Billie. She could tell something was wrong and she needed to know so she could help you.

“Baby you’ve been awfully quiet. What’s wrong mamas?” Billie asked you as the two of you get into the black suv that Billie has been taking today for interviews. The two of you sat in the back as the driver heads off to the hotel the two of you are staying at. You looked down shyly and started playing with your fingers nervously. Billie noticed and took your hands in hers, softly rubbing the top of your hand with her thumb. “You can tell me anything baby it’s okay.” Billie reassured you and you slowly nodded. “I’m jealous of you and Amelia…” you quietly said but Billie heard.

Billie used her other hand to gently grab your chin to face her and leaned over to give you a long passionate kiss on your lips. She pulled away but still had your chin in between her fingers. “All the flirting and staring was all for show babygirl. I only have eyes for you and only you. No one can top you…but me…” she said and at the end made a sexual joke that made you giggle. “But I’m serious baby. I only love you. What Amelia and I did was acting and it was all fake. She in fact told me that she ships you and me together!” She said happily and you looked at her in surprise. “Wait really?” You said shocked. “Yeah! She was really sweet about it and said that she wishes us the best and she loves us together.” Billie explained.

“Well that and you reassuring me makes me feel better. Im sorry for being jealous…” you said quietly at the end and Billie frowned. “Babygirl please don’t apologize for how you’re feeling. I even get jealous so it’s okay to feel like that. And! You even told me instead of you just holding it in. I’m so proud of you mamas…” she praised you and you felt your heart burst at her words. “Now…let me make it up to you baby when we get back at the hotel okay? We will be back there in less than five minutes. Do you think you can wait that long for me princess…?” She whispered against your ear seductively and you felt your pussy pulsate at her words.

You nod eagerly and squeeze your thighs together. Billie looks down and notices, making her smirk. She takes her hand and rubs up and down on your thighs making you whimper. You definitely can’t wait.

A/n: I hope the anons enjoyed it and I hope the rest of y’all do too! I have another chicken shop date that I’ll be releasing tomorrow as well so keep an eye out for that :) remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :)

[xxsabitoxx]

Tengen, Makio, Suma and Hina NSFW Alphabet

Tengen x Makio x Suma x Hina x implied Fem!Reader

Warning: this post is full of smut

A/N: I know y’all been missing them :’) so here they are eheh I hope this satisfies the cravings for a tiny bit!

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Tengen: this man will do absolutely everything for the four of you, from start to finish his whole focus is always on you four. That being said, he’s a sucker for aftercare. He not only loves providing it for the four of you, but he loves when you four provide it for him.

Makio: she’s the one getting up to get the cleaning supplies. Wet cloths, water, fresh clothing, etc. Makio’s love language is acts of service and this is her biggest way of expressing her affection after the fact without getting flustered.

Suma: she’s super clingy after, placing soft kisses and gentle caresses. She’s usually always attached to one of you while you clean up, her cheek pressed to your shoulder as you five chat softly. She also loves being babied so it’s not shocking that she’s clingy after.

Hinatsuru: she’s fussing over everyone after the fact while also being completely blissed out. I see Hina being pretty quiet after, a smile always present on her face as she runs her hands through your hair, snuggled tightly in Tengen’s embrace while watching you and Makio giggle as you talk.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Tengen: don’t you dare make this man choose. He’s obsessed with his body to be completely honest. He put a lot of effort into it after all. On the four of you, Tengen is completely obsessed with your thighs. I mean come on, this lucky bastard as four sets to admire. He also enjoys a nice ass, but is anyone shocked by that?

Makio: she loves her hands, she can’t even explain why other than she loves how they look at she loves the things they can do…heh. On Tengen she loves his shoulders, their broad and warm and make her feel safe when she’s worried or insecure. On you, Hina and Suma she loves your backs. Again, she can’t really explain why other then the text that she loves the way they look when their arched so prettily.

Suma: she loves her neck. Which sounds pretty odd but she loves the way it looks when she puts on the pretty jewelry Tengen got her, she also loves the way it looks when it’s covered in your pretty hickies. On Tengen she loves his thighs. Those things could easily crush her head never mind a watermelon. On you, Makio and Hina, she’s utterly obsessed with your chests. Anything and everything boob really. Big, small, uneven, perky, sagging, doesn’t matter.

Hinatsuru: she loves her hips. She was initially insecure about them, but the amount of love and praise the four of you bestowed on her made it hard for her to feel any insecurities about them. On Tengen she loves his arms. She feels so safe and secure in them, she loves the way they feel wrapped around her. On you, Makio and Suma she adores your arms as well. Hina is all about intimacy, she wants nothing more than to be loved and held by you all

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Tengen: if he could always have his way, none of his cum would ever go anywhere other than inside of his wives. Naturally though, he refrains and listens to what they want…aka where they want it. This man is more than willing to breed and be a father but he will always respect the wishes of his wives.

Makio: prefers if Tengen doesn’t make a mess on her, much rather it inside. But sometimes it’s very hot to have him come on her face even tho she’s embarrassed after.

Suma: anywhere is fine with her… so long as he avoids the eyes. There was one incident that they still bring up to this day and joke about. Most of the time she tells Tengen to go wherever he feels

Hinatsuru: wants it inside, she says she isn’t actively trying but she also isn’t preventing Tengen from getting her pregnant. Though, truth be told, she really would like to be the first wife to get pregnant.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Tengen: secretly wants the four of you to dominate him completely - I’m talking restraints (as if he can’t easily break them), bdsm, overstimulation, the whole deal

Makio: really wants to watch from an outside perspective of you, Tengen, Hina and Suma fucking. It’s not that she doesn’t want to be involved, she just really wants to watch for a bit

Suma: wants to try public sex but is too shy to admit it. Also because there is no way the five of you wouldn’t be caught and she would never be able to live it down since it was her idea

Hinatsuru: interested in the idea of role play, especially CNC but she’s worried the four of you will find her strange for wanting to try it.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

It’s safe to say that Tengen, Makio, Suma and Hina are all pretty experienced and well versed in the realm of sex. Having spent so much time with each other, they’ve been able to learn all the tips and tricks and know how to make you and each other feel good and have fun. There’s never been an awkward moment, which is why it’s funny to them that they still keep some secret desires secret.

F= Favorite position

Tengen: mating press, doggy, butterfly, and any position that allows him to show off his strength tbh.

Makio: doggy, scissoring, cowgirl

Suma: reverse cowgirl, missionary, thigh riding

Hinatsuru: spooning, 69, face sitting, cowgirl

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

It’s safe to say that between Tengen, Makio, Suma and Hina they are fairly laid back when it comes to sex. Like there is no reason to be super serious and a lot of the time they’ll crack jokes and tease one another. Like you have nothing to be insecure about or scared of when you’re with them. Even if you “make a mistake” or try something and you don’t like it / they don’t like it, it’s a judgment free zone and you’ll simply move on from it.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Tengen: I’d say he’s usually pretty groomed, sometimes he even prefers to go hairless. It really depends on what the four of you want from him. He couldn’t care less about the appearance of it so long as it’s groomed and hygienic. On his wives, he’s completely indifferent. You could have a bald coochie or a full forest down there and he’s still gonna eat up up nonetheless lmao

Makio, Suma & Hina: usually well maintained. They’ll shave on occasion but aren’t insecure about having stubble or a lot of hair down there. They have a lot of other things to do than worry about the hair status of their coochies lmao. On Tengen, they are usually indifferent as well, though they'd rather have a little hair down there as opposed to bald

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Tengen, Makio, Suma & Hina are all much more romantic and intimate than rough and dirty. Not to say they can't be rough or downright nasty. But group sex is usually a lot more body worship and loving than 'punishing'. Usually it’s the four of you ganging up on Tengen anyways.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Tengen: he doesn’t need to, he’s never really gotten the urge either. At least not since getting married.

Makio: once in a while. If she happens to have the house to herself for some reason or is alone taking a bath, sometimes her mind wanders and she’ll take care of herself when she needs to

Suma: not saying she doesn’t know how to, but rather she’s never satisfied when she does it by herself. She much prefers someone with her and can’t really finish if she’s alone

Hinatsuru: when she feels like it. Similar to Makio, it’s rare moments that she’s alone that spur her on to do something. Though she’s left longing for her spouses by the time she’s done.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Tengen: size kink, breeding kink, exhibitionist, voyeurism, a lil bit of urophilia, auralism… is that cliche? Praise kink

Makio: Voyeurism, exhibitionist, breath play, breeding kink, praise kink, won’t admit it but humiliation kink, bondage

Suma: size kink, voyeurism, exhibitionist, breast play, overstimulation, pregnancy kink, blindfolds

Hinatsuru: impact play, overstimulation, voyeurism, dacryphilia, exhibitionist, breeding kink, dom/sub themes, secretly into CNC but doesn’t know how to bring it up

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Considering that a majority of the time it’s group sex, it’s nearly impossible to get away with any sort of public relations. Tengen, Makio, Suma & Hinatsuru have their preferences within the estate.

Tengen: anywhere in the estate or on the estate’s grounds.

Makio: the bathroom, specifically the bath itself.

Suma: the living area, on the mats, the floor, the walls, she likes the open doors and open space

Hinatsuru: the bed, makes it much easier in her opinion

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Tengen: he’s a sucker for soft/tender moments and embarrassingly enough they are big turn ons for him. Playing with his hair for example? Rock hard within the first two minutes lmao

Makio: tease her, be a brat, she loves when you, Tengen, Suma or Hina are bratty and defiant. She also loves when you’re touchy with her, like holding her waist or cuddling

Suma: she’s usually clingy, therefore she gets pretty turned on when you’re clingy instead. She loves when you get real close and whisper to her, tell her how much you love her and need her

Hinatsuru: shy acts of love, soft confessions, revealing clothes. One of these things are not like the other lmao. Hinatsuru is pretty easy to get in the mood, even the simplest of things get her worked up

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Tengen: daddy kink. He for sure will say it jokingly, even joke with his wives about it — they’ll even call him it to make him cringe. But the moment it’s used unironically? He cannot take anything serious after that moment

Makio: breast torture. Nope, nada, not happening. Her breasts are far too sensitive to be sucked on never mind using things like clamps or biting. It freaks her out

Suma: age play. She can be a cry baby, she can be whiny, but the moment you begin treating her like an actual child? Nope, yuck.

Hinatsuru: spitting. Spit on her cunt as lube? Fine. Hot even. Spit in her mouth? She’s tapping out, she will immediately be over it

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Tengen: giving and receiving. Suck him off while one of your wives eats you out. Sit on his face while one of his wives bounces on his dick. Have one of his wives sit on your face while he eats you out. He’s a bit obsessed with oral.

Makio: receiving. She’s a pretty pillow princess when she gets the chance. She’ll try so hard to stay quiet but instead it creates the prettiest sounds, she loves when she gets eaten out

Suma: pussy fiend. She is all up in there, giving giving and more giving. She loves eating pussy, loves when you sit on her face, loves when your thighs encase her head

Hinatsuru: giving and receiving. She loves sucking dick and she loves eating / getting her pussy ate. Similar to Tengen, it’s an oral fixation lmao

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

This really only applies to Tengen. The thing is, this question is a bit repetitive considering the two prompts we have right below this one. Tengen prefers fast and hard, but he’s not opposed to slow and deep. He’s the type to accidentally break the whole fucking bed.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Quickies, in general, are a no go in the Uzui household. Five people is a lot to deal with in a short amount of time.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Tengen: Sorta open minded, he’s willing to give most things a try

Makio: Sorta open minded, willing to try depending on what it is

Suma: very open minded but does have her limits

Hinatsuru: very open minded, she’ll try anything at least once.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Tengen: this is a man of patience, self restraint and stamina. He can last 1 or 2 rounds with each of you (so, 4-8 total) and he lasts about 5-8 minutes each time. So it’s not surprising that when you five have sex, it’s kind of a long process

Makio, Suma & Hinatsuru: they are happy with 1 or 2 rounds of actual penetration. Foreplay is a huge part of this, which means by the time the actual penetrative stuff starts, they’ve already had 2 or 3 orgasms. So their stamina is really pretty high.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Modern times? This is a toy friendly household. Tengen, Makio, Suma & Hinatsuru are big on toys. I can see them even having a whole closet dedicated to them not gonna lie. I’m talking even high end ones… fuck it give them a sex dungeon lmao

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Tengen: unfair isn’t even in his vocabulary when it comes to sex. He’ll occasionally edge himself or one of his wives but he’s never really denied them of what they wanted.

Makio: she enjoys the teasing to an extent but she will get overwhelmed if it goes on for too long. That being said, she’s very fair and intentional with the things she does in bed.

Suma: mildly unfair but it’s unintentional. She gets lost in this stuff real quick and can occasionally forget to ask how you’re doing / how close you are. Then again, she’s one to overstimulated opposed to edge

Hinatsuru: similar to Tengen, unfair really isn’t in her vocabulary. She doesn’t feel the need to tease you when she can just give you what you both want. It’s never made the most sense to her to just… withhold the things you want.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Tengen: not super loud but also doesn’t go out of his way to suppress the noises he makes. Talking is a huge part of sex for him and his wives, mostly praising, asking how they’re doing, if they are enjoying it, etc etc etc

Makio: she’s easily flustered by the noises she makes but everyone would argue that she sounds the best. Because she’s trying so damn hard to restrain herself, the noises that do slip out are completely uncontrolled… which makes it all the more appealing

Suma: easily the loudest. She doesn’t hold back any of the noises she makes…and she makes a lot of them. Moaning, whimpering, crying, begging, you name it, she’s not ashamed to do it. It helps that she’s quite sensitive, which only fuels her.

Hinatsuru: she’s quiet, you’ll hear her let out soft gasps and sighs before you hear her really moan. Which I mean, it’s happened. All four of you have gotten a moan out of her at some point or another but typically she’s quiet with her noises. Unless you catch her off guard.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

The Uzui household often discusses which Hashira would be fun to invite over and… have some fun with. Plus his wives would really like to see Tengen with a male partner (for research…hmm) and so far, all five of you have settled on this list of best to worse

1. Rengoku ~ 2. Giyu ~ 3. Mitsuri ~ 4. Shinobu ~ 5. Sanemi ~ 6. Gyomei ~ 7. Obanai

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Tengen: 6.5-7 inches if not bigger. Idgaf about being realistic this man is 6’6 if you think he ain’t packing you’re on crack. He’s girthy and long and has a slight curve and veins :) big long run on sentence just like his di-

Makio, Suma & Hinatsuru: I got nothing to say here like a coochie is a coochie. I ain't ever seen a bad coochie and I know damn well they got top-tier coochies. That's a lot of mfing coochie

Y= Yearning (sex drive level)

Tengen: he's a man of patience and composure. It's hard for him to ever lose his cool. This also applies to his sex drive. Don't get me wrong, this man is horny as fuck. He's got four wives, it's impossible not to be. But he's able to control it well and he's pretty subtle about it to an extent.

Makio: she’s the least obvious when horny, most of the time she feeds off of everyone else (unless she’s tipsy). She’s definitely hesitant to initiate some things because she’s shy about her own hormones from time to time lol

Suma: open about her horniness, her sex drive is through the fucking roof tbh. Like y’all could just be sitting down and eating dinner and she’ll stop mid bite to say “we’re fucking after this, right?” She is always in the mood… always.

Hinatsuru: she’s the most horny. She just doesn’t let you know that… cause I mean you know what they say about the quiet ones. While suma goes out of her way to bring up sex, Hina does it subtly but just as effectively. Her sex drive tops Suma’s by a lot

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Tengen: He's knocking the fuck out within ten minutes. I mean do you really blame him? He just satisfied the four of you (pretty mfing good I should add) so of course he's going to be slumped.

Makio: She's a mix between chatty and blissed out, It's likely she'll fall asleep mid-discussion. She's usually the first among the four of you to fall asleep after Tengen.

Suma: She's more on the energetic side, clinging to one of you and carrying the conversation until you're all asleep. Suma is usually the last one awake, enjoying the warmth and peace around her before finally relaxing

Hinatsuru: Once she's done fussing over everyone, she's trying her hardest not to fall asleep right then and there. Suma is so talkative after that Hina tries her best to stay awake and listen to her

[crepezinhos]

Kaeya’s and Diluc’s Magazine

KAEYA’S POV: You are Kaeya’s girlfriend and you two work together for the Knights of Favonius. You’ve recently sent into a mission without him and he’s missing you so much his brains gave him the perfect idea to satisfy his longing for it.

DILUC’S POV: You are Diluc’s wife and you two work together for the Dawn Winery. During an event at his home, Diluc felt a really weird Déjà vu when he saw you wearing a maid dress to fit the event and discovered through what it was.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is a smutty NSFW piece

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— AU is: In-Game

— Contains: mentions of people enjoying pornography and kinky topics such as: masturbation, strip-teasing, blow jobs and roleplaying

KAEYA ALBERICH:

Kaeya isn't the kind of guy to masturbate frequently at all since he would have sex with you whenever you both felt horny. But you've been on that stupid mission Jean sent you for almost a month and Kaeya was starting to become impatient. He's a little addicted in having sex, but not enough to cheat on you or do bad things just to feel the sensation. So, for now, his only option was to wait for you to come back.

Kaeya sighed as he sat down in his bed. It was late and he needed to sleep early, but he just wasn't feeling sleepy. He missed you sleeping by his side or on top of his chest, your smooches, your smile... but for some reason, his sexual desires were screaming way louder. Kaeya shook his head trying to replace the beautiful memories he had with you, with quick flashbacks of the last time you guys had sex, about a week before the mission started. It was a simple quickie against the wall in his room, but that surprisingly was enough to get him excited.

His crotch slightly pulsed, urging for more, and Kaeya obeyed his body's wishes and dug further in search of more memories of you two having sex.

The more he'd remember, the more his body wished, so Kaeya just wouldn't stop digging.

But the perfect idea came to his mind.

You know... Kaeya's flirty personality started to grow on him when he became a teenager and started to experience hormones. He was silly, perverted and annoying enough to keep joking with his big brother Diluc's crush at that time: Jean, telling him dirty thoughts between Diluc and her, knowing he was too shy and embarrassed to admit he had his desires. But the peak of his puberty was when he decided to shoplift a porn magazine from a store with the unintentional help of his brother, that fell on the trick for being too innocent. It wasn't THAT pornographic. The magazine only had pictures of women suggestively posing in kinky outfits with dick-shaped objects. It didn't have boobs, lower parts or too much skin exposed at all, but the directors obviously made it teasing so the men would wish more and more to see what was under those clothes and buy more and more of their magazines.

Where did Kaeya hide it, you ask? Right under his feet! He wasn't dumb enough to simply put it under his bed or mix with other books in a shelf, he put it under his floor! As soon as that memory ticked in his mind, he jumped out of the bed and crawled in his 4s, immediately starting to quickly run and click the planks with his hands, looking for the trembly one. Once he felt one go shake up and down way too much for a simple click, he hooked the plank and threw it to a corner behind him of the room. The magazine jumped and bounced as a result of being closed tight after so many years. And as he finally put his both hands into it and pulled it out vertically, his eyes shone and a hand of dust fell out of the magazine.

Oh... what a relief! It wasn't damaged at all! No foldings in the corners, no cuts or holes, only the colors were damaged by time and were now pretty vintage. But Kaeya is a fan of it, so a smirk appeared.

He didn't waste his time and jumped back to his spot on his bed. Legs already spread open and page 1 opened. His smirk widened in nostalgia as he saw the first women in that pair of pages, but a flashback of him seeing the bunny girl in page 45 for the first time and falling in love with her beauty immediately, unconsciously led him to open the magazine on that page, skipping all the other ones.

And there she was! A white woman with her back arched, butt and a smirky face facing the reader while holding on a strip pole. Kaeya closed his lips and eyes, imagining the same woman but as his lover, pulling his dick out of his pants and leaning down at the same time. You looked terrifically sexy, especially because he could imagine your buttocks slowly moving. He decided to go further and made your back arch more and more into his direction, making his vision of your pussy grow, alongside the speed of his hands.

He also started making you say a lot of dirty things he always wanted to hear from you to influence his hands to go faster.

"Do you like what you see, Kaeya?" You said, giving emphasis to his name as you leaned your ass closer to him to it's limit. Neither you or Kaeya knew that he loved when his name came out of your mouth when it's sexual. It was his first time "hearing" you do it. Now he could only see your brown buttocks, the black pantie area of the suit barely covering your pussy and a hole between it and your tights where he could easily slide his cock into.

"Hummm... yes..." He moaned and his head arched back in the pillow as he changed his hand shape to make it look like he was thrusting your tights. An "O" shape with his middle finger and thumb. "Oh Y/N... you look so glamorous..." He pressed the magazine with his other unoccupied hand against his chest.

"And what if I did this..?" Your image said as it turned to Kaeya and kneeled in front of him.

Your unconscious movements caught him by surprise and were perfectly copying the image of the woman in page 69. That was a special page because of its number where there were many images of girls in 69 position with objects simulating dicks. Kaeya opened his eyes, taking a look at his own strength working to make feel him pleasure before pulling back the magazine to his face and sliding some pages. He managed to stop right at the page, so he instantly met an image of a nurse licking a fat syringe nearby the "patient's" pelvis in 69 position. Oh Christ, that made him groan... only if he had you doing that to him on that costume at the moment...

But that wasn't what you were doing on his previous image. So Kaeya slides some pages back in search of an image that looked like you and stopped at page 17 accidentally. The page only had a single picture of a bunny girl supposedly moving her big boobs up and down with a strip pole in the middle of them, simulating what Kaeya was doing: masturbation. That was a trigger to immediately change the image of you to exactly what the woman in the picture was doing.

"What do you prefer, Kaeya?" You asked, still kneeling and no context, with your both hands sneaking between your tights, waiting impatiently for his answer.

"Mouth... use your mouth..." He groaned in exhaustion of repeating the same movement over and over quickly. Sweat was beginning to run down his face.

His eyes opened again, in search of an image to simulate what your image was about to do. He remembered that in page 18 the same woman was licking a carrot suggestively. He carefully slid a page there she was. He moaned loudly in surprise and his eyes shut down immediately. There you were, licking his dick like a toy. Kaeya was already beginning to get close to his climax, so as long as he was loving to touch his dick with an O-shaped hand, he had to undo it because of the extra energy it needed. Every single second had effort put into it, so your image wouldn't suddenly disfigure and change to anything else when he was in such a serious moment.

But unfortunately, that was about to end with the closure of his climax. He sat up, focusing more in the moment. He didn't know how would he prevent his cum from blowing all over his recently put white sheet. But honestly, he couldn't care less, that wouldn't stop him from doing it at all.

He put the magazine aside, smashing it into the bed with his free and, that contributed as a support for his position. He didn't have energy to moan anymore, so his noises reduced to quick breathless hicks. And when he finally felt it, he leaned forward and put both his hands on top of his tip, preventing his cum from exploding everywhere.

His body collapsed in the bed after the feeling was over. Christ... that was exhausting.

After a very long sigh, he finally got up and walked to the bathroom to wash his hands. He also brushed his hair since it looked very unstable after that moment and finally returned to his bed.

He obviously felt tired but still not enough to sleep, somehow. So, before he actually tried sleeping, he decided to take a look at the entire magazine, for the nostalgia feeling after almost 20 years.

DILUC RAGVINDR:

Diluc is also not the type of guy to masturbate frequently. He isn't as sexually active as his brother, but still is a very kinky man when you two have sex. It's his ultimate dark secret, he doesn't even tell you the stuff he'd like to try for the sake of tradition. But, today, his instincts were screaming louder.

He's trying his best, he needs to finish those paperworks by tomorrow, but the images he was having were begging him to give hisself a break of work.

What happened? Well... today there was a festival in Mondstadt located at his winery and the female volunteers or participants had to wear a maid dress to fit the event. Technically, there really was nothing wrong with it, the dresses weren't inappropriate at all. But still, when Diluc saw his wife dressing it, he felt something... he couldn't describe it, but like a memory trying to break into his mind after many, MANY years. Most of the time, his eyes were staring at you, wondering what was so special on you wearing that dress. Until...

"Dude, you realize you've been staring at her this entire time, right?" The familiar voice of his brother scared him for a brief moment and he got angry at what Kaeya pointed out, but preferred to not answer.

"She kinda looks like-... actually, never mind." Kaeya suggested and Diluc was shocked to see Kaeya recognizing it faster than him.

"What? Tell me."

"Hum... I'm not really sure... it's kinda disres-"

"I don't care. Say it."

"Ok, ok! Do you remember that magazine we had when we were 16?" Diluc's eyes widened in shock and anger.

But... that's what Diluc has been looking for that entire time. The dresses really seemed identical, the pornographic ones were just way more slutty. Now... his problems start here. You and most of the maids were using brown leggings that censored most of the original color of your skin and he wondered if you were using a lingerie underneath that dress. He wanted to pull your dress up to see your pair of tights, but his brother was more worrying right now.

"How do you remember that..?" Diluc asked with a little bit of disgust.

"The maids were your favorite... I caught you simping for those maids MULTIPLE times." He answered truthfully but couldn't avoid the silly, low laughs.

Diluc's puzzle was finally completed. The image that he was looking for, came fresh just like it used to be when Diluc first read the magazine.

His favorite image. The one he'd always picture in his head when he was horny. The one he used to view Jean in.

It was a maid with her back arched and holding a broom as a support. There was a text above her "Punish me, master!" that perfectly matched her childishly teary face. There was also a man in the picture using a suit and with a single hand holding the girl's ass under her underwear, making it twice as teasing as the image was naturally. You couldn't see the man's face or neck as well, so the focus will be 100% focused on the maid.

You know who else also dresses elegantly just like the man in the image ever since he was a teenager? Diluc. That means, Diluc sees himself on the image more than anyone else. He has always been dressing suits and coexisted with maids. That doesn't mean he necessarily was dirty-minded to his maids, he actually never was dirty-minded at all. He'd only take looks at the magazine when Kaeya AND his father weren't home, just to make sure he'd be safe when he'd touch himself. Because only God knows how many times Kaeya caught him in the act.

Now, Diluc couldn't stop remembering the times he'd touch himself to that image and what did he imagine while doing so. Poor Jean was always the victim... but now, obviously all he could think of was you.

He could imagine you two against a wall, his clothed dick making contact with your buttocks while you said stuff he'd imagine as a child as well.

"I'm sorry for breaking your father's vase, my master~..." You moaned, taking a peak at him with your left eye.

Your face was red and teary just like the maid, hands gently touching the wall.

"I'm ready for my punishment..." You arched your back more and more, pushing and caging his dick between his pants and the vale between your buttocks.

His imaginary hand slides under your baby pink panties.

Why this color? Well... that was also the color the maid was using in the picture to make a contrast between the black and white palette (and attracting the reader's gaze).

He slowly pulled them off, making every single second of it painful to you. He didn't even bother taking it all off, he just left it hanging on your knees. You were already wet, favoring even more his job at the moment. And it didn't take seconds for him to completely get his dick inside you.

The real Diluc felt butterflies and accidentally grunted. Poor boy didn't even realize he had been rubbing his hand on his cock this entire time, still in his pants (surprisingly). He stopped everything to take a look at himself. The way his cock was THAT hard was embarrassing in his view. He’s supposed to be a classy and respectful man to everyone and especially his wife.

But his kinky self just couldn’t stay hidden in the back of his brain anymore.

Should he really do it? Right there? Right now?

...

...

...

"Ok..." He said to himself, closing the archive he was looking and pulling the picture he had of you closer to his gaze.

It was a beautiful picture of you and him in your marriage, the happiest moment of his life. He shouldn't use such a golden memory to picture you, but it didn't really matter anymore, he had already pulled his dick out and he'd do it for the sake of the pleasure he hasn't felt in years.

Back to the main part, there he was, thrusting you right in your weakest spots, very slowly, enjoying every single breathless moan coming out of you.

As the traditionalist Diluc was grown to be, he felt more pleasure being on top, and that was honestly his favorite position. He liked to make you tiptoe in order to make you extra vulnerable against him, and that was exactly what he was doing to your image right now. You already had your panties hanged and now, both your legs.

Diluc put his hand in his face in order to mute his moans from the outside. It would be too embarrassing for anyone to see such a grown and respectful man doing things like that, so he really wanted to prevent anybody from coming in. He knew the door of his office was unlocked, so his eyes would stare it like a predator, ready to change positions if anybody decided to come in.

But the more his door didn't move, the more he allowed himself to go faster and harsher in his own body.

"M-Master Diluc..!~" You screamed, multiple times.

He released one of his hands off your hips and smacked your ass once and hard.

"Quiet down. I don't want us to be heard." He growled in your ear, sort of messaging his real self at the same time.

He was becoming frustrated. He'd usually become frustrated when you two were having intimacy because it was the main way he could de-stress after his long, hard-working days.

"P-Please~..! I-I can't keep quiet~..! You're going too hard~..!" You moaned, trying to turn your head to him desperately.

Diluc stopped thrusting.

"If you can't keep up with my rules, you will suffer more punishment." Diluc mired your defenseless figure breathing heavily.

"Master, please..!" Your voice didn't sound too breathless or pleasurable. That annoyed him. You're supposed to be begging, moaning and whimpering for him.

Without any warning, Diluc released a hand of your waist again and put it on your hair, pulling it to his direction, thrusting you harsh at the same time. The scream that escaped was insanely high your back immediately arched to its maximum again.

"Then, I guess you’d rather show everybody how slutty you are under your cute little maid dress." He whispered, increasing his pace as his hand on your head did not move.

You weren't holding back any of your moans, which made Diluc angrier and angrier. He released his right hand from your waist as well and started smacking your ass repeatedly whenever he felt you moaned too loudly.

Your head was barely functioning, it was too many things to process for your considerably tiny body. You could only moan and hold your drool until you'd reach your very late orgasm.

The real Diluc was becoming unable to hide some of his pants and groans. Even if he was containing his moans, it wasn’t enough to contain his volume. When Diluc noticed that his dick was starting to slightly ache, his eyes widened in search of the tissues he had in the corner of his table. His nose isn't too resistant to cold and he'd keep those tissues there so he wouldn't make pointless pauses during his working sessions. But for the first time he'd use one of those to something like that. He even thought about cumming in your picture to visualize his dirty thoughts better, but it was too golden for such a disgusting thing like what he was doing.

The more Diluc fastened his movements, the closer his head got his table, eventually laying it down from exhaustion. That was also helpful to quiet down his noises and less exhausting than keeping his hands in the air and making it difficult for his blood circulation.

After some seconds in that position, Diluc finally blowed. His free hand was quick enough to put that tissue he grabbed on top of his dick before the actual thing. He hissed and grunted until the whole orgasm was done and threw himself in the chair.

He kept staring at the rooftop meanwhile his breath slowly went back to normal. He couldn't believe he had just masturbated for a fucking link that he got after reading a porn magazine he hasn't seen in years. His eyes closed in frustration at himself.

It seemed that doing that actually helped him.

He felt normal again. No more dirty thoughts, no more porn magazines… it’s just him again.

Diluc sighed in relief. No one had caught him.

He also wondered if he should ask you tonight if you two could try new things next time you guys would have sex, like the scenario he just thought about. But that kinda made him feel bad. You were such a wonderful woman. You controlled the chores in the house, you decided what was dinner going to be, you prepared parties, you made some businesses around and way more! He felt terrible of asking you to take another burden in one of the few moments where you two could express and take all that stress out of your bodies.

But doing it in missionary over and over was getting a little boring in Diluc’s mind, now that he had thought about doing it step by step against a wall.

Well, it doesn’t matter anymore. Duty calls him and he needs to read through and sign those documents by tomorrow. So he breathed in and lifted his chest again, beginning to flip through the pages of the documents he was messing some minutes ago.

“I mean… the worst she could say is “No”, right? It’s a 50/50 thing, so… she could accept it… right?” Diluc wondered his final thought to hisself while looking for the page where he stopped at.

Don’t forget to like and comment if you liked it <3

[russellsppttemplates]

Would you be able to write a blurb with Charles or lando with reader going through it with postpartum? Feeling down and sore maybe recovering after a c section or like issues w breastfeeding. You always write them so well and I need more to tame my baby fever

Note: this can also be considered a sneak peek of a big piece request I have coming up 🤍 also, thank you for taking the time to leave the compliment, it truly makes my day ✨️

Cw: breastfeeding, c-section, post partum, scarring, low mood, self-doubt

"Love, can you fill this bottle again, please?", you asked Lando so you could drink water while you fed Fraser, "it's supposed to help with healing and milk production and health stuff", you gestured.

Chuckling at your words, Lando went to the kitchen to fill it and brought it back, straw ready for you to drink from.

"He's getting bigger, don't you think?", Lando said, sitting next to you on the sofa and kissing your naked shoulder, "you're doing such a good job, baby, I love you", he whispered.

"Just doing what needs to be done", you shrugged your shoulders. It had been a whole rollercoaster with Fraser and you were just grateful that you were home with your family, safe and sound. The rest, you were taking day by day.

"You've been amazing, beautiful. I don't know how to thank you for how much you do for him, for our family", he said as he squeezed your arm reassuringly, "I know it can be hard to believe, but I'm telling the truth. Matilda kept telling her friends that mummy is her hero when I dropped her off", he smiled.

Having surgery, not being able to hold your baby straight away and all of the complications that arose stretched you to the furthest of your physical and emotional abilities, trying to make sure everything was right and doing well, but it was exhausting you.

After feeding and burping Fraser, he was also put in the tiny bedside cot, making you take advantage of the fact that you were up to get your nightitme routine down. After your shower, you rubbed moisturiser on the skin, grabbing the ointment to put on your scar. You wouldn't trade it for the world, your baby boy was brought earthside from there, but the pain and sensitivity were still heightened despite the medications you were taking.

"Baby, is everything alright in there?", Lando said as he opened the door slightly, not missing your rushed movements to pull your nightgown down, "yes, just need to brush my teeth", you attempted a smile.

"I want to take care of you tonight, if you'll allow me", Lando said as he kissed the nape of your neck once you sat on the bed next to him.

"Lando, I don't- we can't-", you attempted, tears falling from your eyes the minute you felt his hands on the side of your boobs.

"Baby, Y/N, darling, I'm not doing anything you don't want to, but I'd like you to relax for a little bit", he encouraged, kissing away your tears, "I hate seeing you like this and I wish I could take this pain away from you", he muttered.

Taking a deep breath, you fiddled with the bracelet on your wrist before you seeked the comfort of his hand in yours, lacing your fingers as you traced his wedding band, "I've been feeling... a lot of things", you started softly, your husband not pressuring you to speak and accepting your touch, "I feel like we're out of the woods - finally - but then it still hurts and I can't do all the things I want and it sucks", you said as tears welled up again,

"Baby, that little boy loves you so much. You're his mummy, and it is because you're so attentive to him that you can't do him wrong. Matilda, who was the biggest daddy's girl I have ever met, doesn't even care about me anymore", he joked, "she's always like, 'yes,b but mummy did this and that and so on', and you know I can't argue with her because she's right! She's in awe of you and you're the best example for her", he kissed your forehead.

"I just feel like I'm slower than everyone else else and that I'm not coming back as quick, and I'm not on top of all of it already", you groaned, "he just learned to latch properly this week - and it's not his fault because he's so clever already -, and then I look at his handsome face and there's this rush of love", you shook your head, "it's so much, all at once".

"It's normal, gorgeous. And you're taking it like a champ, I'm so proud of you for that. I love you for that and so much more", he said earnestly, "you're the best mummy - me, Fraser and Matilda all agree", he smiled, pulling you to rest against his chest and rubbing your arm.

"Tilly's really said that?", you chuckled, "I think it was more like 'mummy was able to feed Fraser and help me with my homework at the same time. Why are you struggling so much?', but, you know, maybe I'm just reading too much into it, you know?", he shrugged his shoulders, happy to see you smile genuinely and calmly.

(Thank you for submitting an ask ✨️)

[withacapitalp]

@lazylittledragon did more Mombin (check it out here it's great) which I think means I might be contractually obliged to write more fic that is inspired by it. Like wowza I am obsessed with this concept

Tw: vomiting/morning sickness, reddit, discussions of cancer

Robin was dying. 

That was the only explanation. 

Dying. 

And the worst part was, she was dying of something that was both incredibly funny, and incredibly sad, and she had been so desperate for answers that she had gone to a place no mortal should ever dare to go to. 

Reddit. 

Posted by u/familyvideobrokeme

I (24F) think that I might have breast cancer, and I have no idea how to tell my (25M) best friend.

So my best friend “Sam” and I have been attached at the hip for as long as I can remember. He’s not just a friend to me, he’s my person (and before you get any ideas- I’m a lesbian, so no, not happening.) we tell each other everything, even the super gross stuff neither of us wants to hear- like seriously he’s asked me to check his ass to see if he managed to pop the pimple he found there before- so I’ve never been in this position before…

But I think I’m dying of breast cancer, and I have no clue how to start this conversation. 

It just came on really suddenly??? Like last month I was fine, and this month my boobs just hurt in this really weird way I’ve never experienced before? Like I’m sore and tingly and my bras don’t fit?! Boobs are kind of a joke between us though, so I feel like if I just blurt it out then he will start saying ‘boobie cancer’ over and over at me and we will just end up laughing and he’ll think I’m kidding. 

Sam is also my roommate? I don’t know if that matters here? I also haven’t gone to a doctor yet, but there isn’t anything else this can be, right? Nothing else just magically makes your boobs hurt and get big?

Robin had made the post at three am the night before while crying and eating Ben and Jerry’s, and she had forced herself to not look at replies all night, even going as far as to shut her phone off entirely.

But now it was the next day, and she had steadfastly ignored the notifications from Reddit all the way through Saturday Brunch and Bitch. 

She couldn’t ignore them anymore. 

“You’re good if I work a little?” Robin asked, pulling her laptop close to her and carefully angling it so Steve couldn’t see the screen. 

“As you wish,” Steve muttered, completely absorbed with whatever dog video he was watching. 

“Dingus,” She whispered affectionately, an odd mixture of love and guilt crashing in her chest as she opened the website and logged into her account. She had over a thousand notifications now, and the comments were still rolling in as she opened her post and scrolled down. 

Endofthebeginningoftheend

OP are you sure you’re not in love with Sam

Grapenuts Dude she said she’s a lesbian

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Robin rolled her eyes. She had expected that, but she didn’t expect it to be the top comment. She quickly scrolled past. 

Cheercaptainfromhell

OP I would definitely go to a doctor before anything else! 

SmeddieSmunson Seriously how has she gotten this far without going to a doctor??

The answer was easy. Robin was terrified of doctors. Why go to a doctor when Steve had EMT training? 

Because in this instance she couldn’t ask Steve for help. 

Robin kept scrolling. 

Frenchiefreis

You might be pregnant honestly…I would take a test first

Headphilosopher She’s a lesbian so I doubt it, but pregnancy can also cause those symptoms-

Robin snorted to herself, side eyeing Steve to make sure he didn’t look up when she did. 

Did everyone just ignore the part where she said she was a lesbian? 

…was Robin ignoring the part where being a lesbian didn’t mean fuck all when it came to her chances of getting pregnant?

Yes she was ignoring it because it was once just once and they had barely even gotten to do anything at all and-

Robin scrolled again, growing more and more desperate

Rummingbird

That doesn’t really sound like breast cancer to me My mom had similar things happen when she was pregnant though-

Another scroll. Another flutter of her heart. 

No. It wasn’t that. She was dying. Dying was bad but the idea that she was…that she could be…

HyllyBRd

OP have you considered that you might be pregnant? I know that you’re a lesbian, but if you’ve had penetrative sex in the last month then you might want to consider-

“Are you going to be good for me?” 

Robin gasped as the memory hit her, closing the reddit tab with a slam of her finger on the mouse pad, her entire body starting to softly shake as she panic opened a google tab.

Boobs hurt????

Not exactly the most scientific way of phrasing that question, but Robin needed an answer that didn’t involve nine long months of what the fuck. Luckily there was a read more question that got right to the heart of the issue. 

What kind of breast pain indicates pregnancy? 

It was going to say something completely different to what she had, and Robin was going to laugh, and then she would turn to Steve and let him know she was dying of boobie cancer. 

It wasn’t going to be the same. 

It wasn’t. 

Robin looked at the screen. 

Fuller. Sorer. Tingly pain that felt unlike anything else. Aka exactly what she had. 

Robin’s fingers moved on autopilot, asking another question of Google

How late should my period be before I worry?

Worrying about what? She knew about what, but she couldn’t bring herself to type it, she couldn't even think of that word yet.

Google said after a week of missing your period it was time to see a doctor. Robin’s period was over three weeks late. 

And a month ago-

A month ago…

“Fuck you’re so tight,” The woman above her whispered. Robin whimpered, unable to help herself as the stretch-

“I need to use the bathroom.” She blurted out, slamming her laptop shut and practically throwing it off of her, stomach twisting into knots. 

“I’ll tell you what I tell my students Bobbin,” Steve said, barely looking up and completely unaware of her meltdown, “You don’t need to ask me for permission to go take care of your bodily functions,”

“Oh, shut up,” Robin replied, laughing breathlessly. It was such a stupid joke, such a meaningless stupid joke. But it was safe, and it was familiar, and if the sneaking suspicion creeping down Robin’s spine was true, then nothing would be safe and familiar again for a very long time. 

She stood up, stopping to press a kiss to the top of Steve’s head as she walked by, just because that was familiar too and she needed it. Steve hummed, leaning over to bonk his head against her tummy as she passed him.

A bonk on the tummy that may or may not be-

Nope. It was a no. It was definitely a no. There was no possible way. 

Robin was going to be sick. 

She basically flew the last few steps to the bathroom, managing to lock it tight before she threw up in the sink. It was disgusting, and messy, and she pushed the tap on before kneeling down at the porcelain throne and continuing to hurl. 

I need Steve.

It wasn’t even really a thought. She couldn’t think while throwing her guts up, that was an experience that required every bit of her attention and mind power. 

No, not a thought, just an instinctual message from the universe, a pull from somewhere deep inside her that felt like more than just a truth. 

Because Robin didn’t need Steve because she was throwing up. Or because she thought she might have boob cancer. 

Robin needed Steve because she knew she was pregnant. 

“Fuck me,” She groaned, leaning back from the toilet only to lean forward once more as the rest of brunch came back up. 

[writtenfangirl]

Seatbelts in Cars

A very short Charles Leclerc fantic in honor of the summer break! I really wish there was a race this weekend but this just means we only have three more weeks before we’re back in Zandvoort!

“But I don’t like wearing seatbelts,” Y/N whined as she slumped on her seat at the passenger side. “It always feels like it’s choking me! Seatbelts weren’t designed for big chested women like me in mind.”

And, to prove her point, she strapped her seatbelt in. The belt slid past her boob strapping itself around her neck instead. Y/N gestured at the belt impatiently, causing Charles to chuckle. It was a little funny how this was always Y/N’s problem when she rode in the passenger seat. Even when she was driving a car, she had that same problem. Seatbelts would always choke her rather than strap itself between her chest no matter how hard she tried.

She groaned before she unbuckled the belt with a glare.

“Seatbelts are adjustable, amore,” Charles said with a raise brow, clearly unimpressed by his girlfriend’s antics.

“I know, babe. It’s already at the lowest setting.” Y/N leaned her head back so Charles could see that the seatbelt was, in fact, adjusted to its lowest setting.

“You cannot be in the passenger seat without a seatbelt, amore,” he protested, “it’s unsafe! And, it is mandatory.”

“But you drive so safely! Nothing will happen to me. You didn’t even drive above the speed limit when you were trying to catch the people who stole your watch.”

Charles simply gave his girlfriend an unimpressed look.

“Don’t look at me like that. The restaurant is like five minutes away. I don’t need it.”

But rather than keep arguing with her, Charles unbuckled his own seatbelt before leaning towards the other side.

“Babe, what are you—“

He took the seatbelt of the passenger side, deliberately brushing his body against his girlfriend’s before he buckled her seatbelt on, adjusting it in the process so that it laid perfectly flat between her chest. His eyes flashed to her face, at the look of surprise and rising blush on her cheeks that left him satisfied before he leaned back in his seat.

“Don’t remove it, amore,” he said with a self satisfied smirk as he buckled his own seatbelt.

“I know you know what you did,” she said, almost accusatory. But her cheeks were still flushed and the small smile on her face told Charles she wasn’t actually upset.

“Any reason to hold the girls.”

“Charles!” She yelped, her blush deepening redder than a traffic light.

“Joking!” He laughed as he shifted gears and peeled off the curb.

“All your fans think you’re so babygirl but really, you’re as bad as Pierre!”

“Only for you, amore. Now, promise me you’ll wear your seatbelt from now.”

Charles could practically feel her rolling her eyes at him before her words turned sweet and honeyed. “So long as you put my seatbelt on every time I get in the car.”

He can definitely work with that. “I’ll look forward to it everyday.”

[thesoftboiledegg]

"Auto Erotic Assimilation" from season two is one of my least favorite episodes because it takes one of the queerest concepts in the series and makes it aggressively heterosexual. Aside from a blink-and-you'll-miss-it scene with one male alien and a joke about Rick possibly contracting STDs from coal miners, most of the episode is a straight male power fantasy.

"Look at all the hot women with big boobs throwing themselves at Rick! He's the man! Unity's avatar is another alien lady with big boobs! Don't worry, folks--even if Rick talks to a man, he's really talking to HER! Don't you wish you were him, straight male viewer? Sexy alien orgies everywhere!"

The episode does have poignant moments and famously culminates with Rick's suicide attempt after reading Unity's final message, but a third of the plot is just a goofy teenage boy's fantasy. I watch it when I rewatch the entire series, but that's the only time I expose myself to that one.

When I saw screenshots from this episode that featured Unity, I thought "Oh God, not this again." Just let it stay in season two!

Admittedly, "Air Force Wong" handled Unity with more maturity. If this episode aired in season two or three, a bunch of sexy women probably would've mobbed Rick as soon as he stepped foot in Virginia. Here, the writers focused solely on the characters' relationships--not just Rick and Unity but Rick, President Curtis and Dr. Wong and their web of interactions.

I liked how Rick referred to Unity as "them," although he starts using "she" pronouns when she disconnects from the hivemind. This highlights one of my issues from the original episode: Unity is a hivemind, but she's also a hot, sexy alien babe who controls everybody, which are two opposing concepts. This seems like a backdoor way to make Rick's interactions Certified Hetero (which is probably what it was, to be honest.)

I also thought the resolution was unsatisfying. Unity's note at the end of "Auto Erotic Assimilation" makes it clear that she and Rick just make each other worse, but "Air Force Wong" implies that they should have stayed in touch. I was hoping Rick would get closure by ending it for good, but it seems like they're maintaining their distant but toxic connection.

I did like how the end of "Air Force Wong" parallels "Auto Erotic Assimilation." Rick heads back to the garage to drink, but instead of attempting suicide again, he decides to visit the president and put aside some of their differences. Like Dr. Wong says: it's a slow process, but he's changing!

Aside from that, I loved this episode. President Curtis was hilarious ("Civil war, baby!" is already one of my favorite season seven lines), and he's as petty as ever. In fact, he's so petty that he was willing to enslave the entire Earth just for a 100% approval rating. He makes Rick look calm and responsible!

As usual, Dr. Wong was the voice of reason. She could've been just a crowd-pleasing cameo, but she guided Rick through his interactions and helped him remain stable in the face of emotional turmoil. While she flirted with the president, she didn't lose herself in some unprofessional whirlwind romance.

After watching "Pickle Rick" in 2017, who would have thought that Rick would not only willingly see Dr. Wong every week but try to punch the president to protect her honor? I wondered if he had a crush on her, but nothing he said implied romantic feelings, so I think he just feels protective over her because he distrusts the president.

Likewise, we're getting glimpses of how Rick treats his family: apologizing to Summer, sticking up for Morty when President Curtis insults him (I half-expected Rick to ruin that by giving Morty shit, but he didn't.) Morty sticking up for himself was nice, although man, the writers are underusing him. I think the president had more lines in "Air Force Wong" than Morty's had in these entire three episodes. And Morty's name is in the title!

Otherwise, setting up Prime's return was great. We're probably going to have a slow drip as season seven builds to their next confrontation. It seems like most of the trailer scenes are from the first four episodes and maybe "Wet Kuat Amortican Summer," so who knows what's in store for the other five.

And I mean--the Unity scenes weren't bad. Most of my issues are holdovers from 2015, which the writers can't change now. I'd prefer not to revisit it again, though. That's like taking another trip to Gazorpazorp.

Then again, later seasons have been correcting earlier issues (Summer saying "Sorry, Rick, but your opinion means very little to me" is one of my favorites), so revisiting "Raising Gazorpazorp" with a feminist lens could be another middle finger to the dudebros who are crying for Roiland's return and howling as Ian Cardoni outpaces him.

[avenging-fandoms]

IM HERE B.

can you imagine rafe's face when he finally gets the response from you caving into him?

he'd pick up his phone, seeing the text from you.

"your place or mine?" he'd smirk, thinking he's got you wrapped around his finger.

"how about mine? i'll pick you up so no one suspects anything?"

"fine, but don't make me wait too long"

"alright, on my way"

he'd be in his car INSTANTLY, since you sent him your address already.

you started to get ready since your house was only a short distance to his. you were contemplating whether or not to wear cute lingerie since its rafe fucking cameron. you tried to keep your cool but then you heard his car pull up, your memories of last friday are back in your mind and you're down the stairs and out the door. you told you mom you were going out to a party so she didn't suspect anything.

rafe was just sitting in his jeep, with the radio down low but you could still hear his music, he was looking down at his phone but when he saw you, he smiled instantly, which was odd, even for him.

"hi princess, miss me?" he'd look at you, still smiling at you.

"i could never miss you, rafe" you'd joke, placing your bag down at your feet.

he'd look at you, before reversing out of your driveway. the drive was silent, but not too long before you arrived at tannyhill.

"no one's home, so we can enjoy ourselves" rafe would break the silence, smirking at you, before turning off the ignition and hopping out of the car. you'd also hop out, staring at the gorgeous house in front of you.

"what have i gotten myself into?" you'd question yourself, already feeling flustered at the situation.

part one part two part three <- (you are here) part four

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"Why?! What the fuck are you doing?" You paced your room, phone in hands as you wished you could unsend a message.

Rafe: How about my place. So I don't park my very recognizable Jeep outside your house where people I know live in the neighborhood and risk getting caught.

Yn: fine. but if you make me wait more than an hour i'm blocking you.

Rafe: See you soon, princess.

You screamed into your pillow. You stood up and headed to your closet, pulling out a tennis skirt and a shirt that showed your boobs perfectly. Your eyes move to your drawer where your lingerie pieces sat. You opened the drawer and looked over the different materials and colors, quickly closing it with your hip.

Rafe had to earn those.

You decided on an outfit, sitting on your bed with your leg crossed over the other as you tried to calm your nerves, but all you thought about was his big hands all over your body. Your phone dung that he was here and you roll your eyes, exhaling quickly before heading out of your room.

"Where are you going all cute?" Your mom asks and you smile, adjusting your purse on your shoulder.

"A party with Ava, It's a tennis theme I guess? I don't know, you know the people she knows" Your mom laughs and tells you to be safe, and you close the door behind you.

There he was, Rafe Cameron, in your driveway. His elbow leaned on his window, his face illuminated by his phone. His music wasn't loud, but you could still faintly understand some words. You took a couple steps down and his head popped up, a smile on his face.

He didn't get out, just unlocked the door. "Princess.. how much did you miss me?" He locked his phone, looking at you quickly before shifting the gear to reverse, foot on the brake.

"Oh, more than anything in the world, Rafe Cameron" You reply sarcastically, Rafe looking you up and down as you bend over to put your bag in between your feet. He reverses out of your driveway, and you inhale sharply as you watch his hand as he turns the wheel, his palm flat on it with his veins popping and ring on full display.

The car ride was quiet. Not that uncomfortable silence that makes you want to tuck and roll on the freeway, but the comfortable silence where you're both in your own thoughts and you're comfortable with one another.

You were always in awe of Tannyhill. Rafe put the car in park, unbuckling his seatbelt. "No one's home, so we can enjoy the whole place to ourselves" Rafe lost the quiet game and you nod, grabbing your bag as he shuts off the ignition and you stand behind him. "Ready?"

He holds out his hand. High five? No, then he'd just get you an Uber. You grabbed his hand and he smiled, taking you into the mansion. Everywhere you looked, you saw a visual of you and Rafe on top of it.

"What have I gotten myself into?"

"Want anything to drink, princess?" Rafe asks and you shake your head, grabbing his shirt and bringing him down to kiss you. "Where?"

"Anywhere, Rafe, just fuck me"

He was wrapped around your finger already, and he was fucked.

[ladylooch]

Oh please can we see that convo of when the last name is decided. Like now as a blurb or in the series xxx

Like does David wish his wife shared his name? Does he feel more strongly about his kids having his name? Maybe he talks to Luc and Connor first. I can see him building up the conversation in his head heaps for Mack to be like 'psssh, they get your name, of course' or is it more of an in-depth question?

Omg Connor and David, besties and dads together 😍

Mack strokes the tip of her pointer finger down the big line in the center of her belly. It’s June in Iowa and she is hot. Out here, the sun beats down on the land and structures that dare to dot the flat, green space. Right now, she is perched on the couch in a pair of small shorts that may as well be underwear, and a sports bra. Her expanding boobs spill off her belly and slightly to the side. Everything about her is big and she still has a month to go. They keep telling her the baby’s measurements and hers are normal, but it doesn’t feel like it with how uncomfortable it is to exist in the summer heat.

The front door opens and Farmer David steps through. He is drenched in sweat, looking wet even from here. His green shirt sticks to the center of his chest and is soaked under his pits. He tosses off his baseball hat, letting it hit the bench followed by his tan work gloves.

“It’s hot out there, mama.” He complains. “Not much shade where I’m working.” Is there shade anywhere in Iowa? Mack doesn’t think so.

“Yeah, you look red. Put some more sunscreen on.”

“Okay.” He assures her, coming to drop a kiss on her lips. They both know he isn’t going to. His hand cups her bare belly, calloused palm scraping at her stretched skin while wetness from his hand makes him sticks to her skin. “Hi baby.” He says, kissing their child. “You being good today?”

“He’s pretty chill today.” Mack acknowledges. “But I haven’t been doing much either.”

“Good. Sit there and look pretty. That’s all you need to do, baby.” David goes to the counter, flipping through the mail he brought in with him during and earlier break this morning. “How does ‘Baby Hischier-Carlson’ already have mail from your parents?” He chuckles showing her the blue mail envelope stamped with several international stamps. “He isn’t here yet.”

“Oh yeah, my mom and dad wanted to send letters to him. Like they did when Lucie was pregnant with the girls. You know, get started on being the best grandparents.” Mack jokes, giving David a slightly sad smile.

“They don’t know there is no competition?” He says lightly.

“Uh, I think the competition is higher. His other grandparents are literal angels.” Mack insists. David chuckles, scratching at his beard. 

“That’s true.” He looks down at the envelope. “Damn that is a hell of a last name.” There is a slight tone that he covers up with a weak cough. Mack pauses her finger where it was still stroking her belly. She glances over her shoulder at him, watching him move across the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“What was that?” She asks him.

“What?”

“There was a tone there when you said last name.” 

“I just mean, like… Never mind.” He trails off. This makes Mack even more curious. David never runs from conflict with her. 

“No, please don’t ‘never mind’ me about our child. What?”

“He is going to have a cool last name. That’s all.” Mack doesn’t believe that is what her husband meant at all.

“What’s his last name going to be?” He stares at her as he gulps down several long sips of water. His tongue slides against his bottom teeth as he lowers the glass.

“You tell me, mama.” His gaze intensifies as Mack slides her eyes away in confusion. 

“Carlson?” 

“Thats it?”

“… Yes…?” She trails off. “Why wouldn’t he have your last name?”

“Because you don’t.”

“Oh.” She pauses, then pushes herself up off the couch. She wiggles her shorts back down her thighs then walks over to him in the kitchen. “Does that bother you now that I’m pregnant?”

“No. And I know better than to tell you even if it did.” He laughs, running a hand behind her back to cup her hip. She settles into his body, looking up at him. 

“You can tell me if it does now. We can talk about it.”

“I don’t care about you having my last name. You’re mine in every sense of the way.” Mack can feel the but hanging at the end of his sentence, even if he doesn’t say it.

“But you want the kids to have it?” 

“Yeah.” He shrugs his big shoulders. 

“Okay. Well they will.” Mack says simply. “I don’t need them to be Hischiers.” David stares down at her, blinking as silence falls over them. 

“Seriously?”

“Yes.” She laughs.

“Do you know how long I’ve been trying to talk to you about this? Like months. I was practicing on Connor before we left New York.”

“Babe!” Mack laughs, slapping his butt as she steps away. “Why?”

“I don’t know! I was worried you were going to get upset and think I was anti-feminism or some shit because I wanted something traditional.” Mack chuckles, grabbing a banana off the counter and starting to peel it.

“So girl dad Connor helped?”

“Yeah… I guess. I don’t know, there was a time where Lucie wavered on changing her name so we kinda talked through the importance of why I wanted this versus don’t need you to be a Carlson.”

“Care to enlighten me?” She asks, taking a bite of her fruit. David tilts his head to the side as he looks at her. His palms press into the counter on either side of his hips, work boots crossed at the ankles. 

“I love you.” He says.

“I know.” She laughs around her bite. “You’re not getting out of this.”

“I… love you. And I respect you. And your need to be independent and free, even with the roots we have put down together.” He speaks slow, measured, like he is having trouble keeping the emotion out of his voice. “ But our baby is ours and when I thought of him being a Hischier, it felt like he would be more a part of you than me. I’ve kinda been left behind in my life a lot. I don’t want to be left behind in this family.” He motions between the two of them. Mack swallows her bite.

“This family doesn’t exist without you, babe.” She whispers back to him. He pops one corner of his lips up in a smile at her. “I love you so much. I’m never going to leave you behind, okay? This is our life.” Tears are blurring her vision and soaking her voice as she speaks. 

“Thank you, honey.” He walks across the kitchen to her, letting her curl into his chest as she begins to sob. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He kisses the top of her head. 

“I can’t help it.” She chokes out. “You’re just so damn sweet. And our baby is so lucky. I’m so lucky.” She hiccups at the end. 

David hides his smile in her hair, beginning to sway them back and forth on the tiled floor he replaced earlier this summer. 

Mack can say whatever she wants but he knows he is the luckiest one here.

[allthingsfook]

24 : D.R.W

Minors DNI 🔞: sexually explicit, vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), slight degradation, praising, strong language….

Word Count: 1,897

Danny celebrates a little too hard while home for the holidays. Helping your inebriated boyfriend to bed ends with mutual gratification.

After the food was consumed, the drinks were drank and the house was quiet, Danny lays sprawled out on the couch. He rubs his flat stomach and groans.

“Ugh! I’m so full,” he grumbles.

“Full of your moms cookies or cocktails?” You joke.

He shoots you a lazy grin. “Both,” he mumbles

with his eyes shut.

You pry yourself from the cushy chair and attempt to coax Danny from his spot. You tug on his hand, but he’s dead weight.

“C’mon you goon,” you tease while continuing to pull.

“I don’t wanna,” he whines.

Finally he limps up and drapes himself across you. You stumble back but manage to hold him up. He chuckles on your shoulder. He had way too many old fashions and mugs of spiked eggnog tonight, and it was finally hitting him.

“Let’s go get settled for the night,” you whisper to him.

He slings one arm around your shoulder and staggers alongside you. You pass the kitchen where Lori cleans up the mess and Dan stacks dishes in the dishwasher.

“Heading to bed?” She shouts out with a kind smile.

“Yeah, I think it’s time to turn in for big guy here,” you giggle.

“Looks that way,” Dan notes as he peeks over his shoulder.

“Goodnight loves,” Lori adds.

“Goodnight mom!” Danny slurs out.

You continue guiding him to the stairs. Meticulously pairing the both of your steps taken. You reach the top of the steps with a relieved huff. Danny’s room is the last room on the right. While Lori had left most of Danny’s childhood trinkets alone, she had better equipped it for him to bring you home for holidays and get-togethers; exchanging the lofted twin bed for a comfy queen-sized bed. You let his arm fall from your shoulder and he flops onto the bed. His shirt slides up to expose a trail of hair traveling from his naval to his groin. Something so simple sends shivers down your spine. You slip his shirt over his head, and begin unbuckling his jeans to help him into pajamas.

“Are you trying to take advantage of me while I’m vulnerable?” Danny jokes in a drunken state.

“No sir, just trying to help you to bed,” you respond.

“Well I kinda wish you’d get on top of me,” he admits with a hazy smile.

“Yeah right,” you brush off.

He sits up and his strong hands wrap around your thighs; trying to pull you to him. You climb on top of him and he lays back down, letting you straddle him and pin him down. He made you melt for him even when he was totally stupid. His bangs dangle over his face, so you brush them away; looking into his chocolate eyes glowing in the faint light. His hands are now gripping your ass tightly, letting you know he’s serious about what’s about to go down. You dip down to deliver him a passionate kiss. His lips are plump and soft; pressing into yours. His tongue, Brandy soaked, slips into your mouth with an intoxicating taste. You moan with tongues still entangling. When you reluctantly break away, Danny gives you a very sober look. Your kiss must of cleared his head, and readied him for the most risqué sex he’s had yet.

He swiftly stands, making sure your legs wrap around him. He glides across the room, shuts the door, and clicks the lock. He turns to lay you across the bed. His bare chest and arms look swelling above you. His jeans hang open. He looks heavenly. He pushes your cardigan off your shoulders and your shirt over your head. A skimpy little bra barely covers your chest. He reaches under you to unclasp it. It springs apart and frees your tits. He removes it, tosses it to the side, and lets his mouth fall to your chest. Sucking and nibbling at your hard nipples; you gasp and quietly coo after him. He soon parts with a trail of saliva bridging from his lips to your boobs. He wipes it away before undoing your pants. He swipes them from your legs and pushes your knees up. He lays his chest flush with the bed so he can eye up your core. Your panties are soaked from how the last two minutes have transpired. He presses his fingers to them to feel how hot you are for him.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You are a naughty girl,” he claims in a low, grumbling tone.

You shake your head in concurrence, sporting a slutty face; hoping that will give him reason to dominate you. He slides the panties off to reveal your slick pussy. He sighs with lust at the sight. He raises his finger tips to you and gently rubs them through your folds. You take deep breaths as he grazes against your clit momentarily. He then advances his long digits into your core, playing inside of you. Your stomach does flips for his touch. You push your hips down; hoping you can invite him further inside of you. You grow even more wet around him which causes sloppy sounds to fill the room while fingering you fiercely. Your moaning intensifies, but Danny reminds you that your not in your own home. You can’t scream his name and yell salacious comments.

“Shh,” he utters.

Your lips curl shut at his command. He continues grooming your inside, but suctions his mouth around your clit. Your body jolts and spasms in response. Danny chuckles deep in his throat while you whine and cry quietly. He pops his lips off your bits and withdraws his fingers. He wipes them on his jeans before he pushes them off. He dips back down between your legs, planting kisses from your thighs all the way up to your neck. His curly hair tickles your skin as it dangles across your body. He places another deep kiss on your lips before he commands you to get on top of him. He lays back on the bed, waiting for you to strip his briefs and ride his dick. His thick cock slaps against his tone abdomen as you pull off his briefs. You smile up at him; he nods as to tell you to continue. You lick the tips of your fingers and run them over your cunt; prepping to mount him. You hover over him, gently guide his dick to your entrance and sit down. You both expel sweet sighs of gratification. His hands massage your voluptuous thighs. He bits his bottom lip, clenches his eyes shut, and burrows his head into the pillow. You let your hands wonder around your chest, shoulders, neck and hair. When Danny manages to pry his eyes open, he’s mesmerized by the sight of you caressing your own body. He lets out a longing huff and helps himself to your tits. He massages and kneads at them while you ride him. They bounce in his veiny hands.

Danny spoils you; never making sex a work out for his princess. As consequence, your knees start aching. You slow down and begin grinding on his manhood. Fuck, does that feel good. His length stuffing your cunt, throbbing against your walls. You lean forward which presses the head of his cock against your g-spot. You squeal in excitement! Danny’s hand springs from your chest to your mouth. Masking your lewd noises. You feel a dribble of your nectar bead down his cock and smear onto your thigh as your mesh your body into his. You are like a waterfall around him at this point. You can see Danny is getting close in his facial expressions, but he’s no my ready to release yet. He grips your waist, pulls you off of him, and replaces his spot with your body in bed. He nudges his way between you legs; one fist planted into the pillow next to you, and his other hand guiding himself in you. Further he advances and stretches you out once again.

“If I hadn’t been with you for this long, I’d say you were a virgin for how tight you are,” he groans between huffs.

You love it when Danny talks nasty to you in bed. It’s surprising how filthy he can be when he’s so affectionate toward you otherwise. His waist slams into your thighs as he thrusts with more force, but he backs off slightly with the sound it creates. You love that he wants to fuck you without consequence, but out of respect he downs the temptation. He shoots you a look that says he will make up for it later. Danny shoves his thumb into your mouth, gripping your chin with the rest of his fingers.

“Tell me how much you like my dick inside of you,” he commands.

“I love it so much, Danny. You fill me up so good! Do you feel how much your making me cream?” You whine quietly.

“Ugh! Yes your pussy is fucking amazing. You deserve to get fucked like this, my little slut,” he shoots back.

“Where do you wanna cum?”

“I wanna cum deep in your cunt, princess,” he admits.

You know exactly how to bring him to his edge. You wrap your legs around him tightly, bring your core closer to him; forcing his strokes to become short but deep. You sink your nails into his shoulders as you watch him wince in response. He goes wild for an ounce of pain. Deciding that’s not enough to force him over, you latch onto a lock of his soft hair and jolt his head back.

“You’re such a bitch,” he groans with his head back, Adam’s apple jutting out of his neck.

“Your pretty little bitch though,” you snark.

“Got that right,” he breathes out as his head rolls forward.

He continues pulsing in and out of you; grimacing and grunting as he nears his impending climax. He manages to suck and bite at your collarbone while still fucking the shit out of you. You know this is in return for the hair pulling stunt. You squirm, but not enough for you to escape the sweet torture; he won’t let you.

“I’m so close, babygirl,” he confesses.

“I know. I know.” You moan in his ear.

He loves that. Before you could finish that thought, he thrusts one last time. He disregards his own request of you to be hushed; producing an echoing moan. His abdomen flexed and twitched as he coated your pussy with his thick cum. He swallows hard, attempting to catch his breath. You drape your arms around his neck, pulling his body into yours; cosmically telling him he did so good. With his head buried in your chest, his hands caress your face and push your hair away.

“You’re like heaven,” Danny swoons over you, with his lips smooshed into your skin.

“I love you, Daniel,” you whisper to him.

“I love you, Y/N,” he responds after looking up at you with his sweet eyes.

Breaking the intimate moment, Josie bangs from the other side of the wall.

“If I have to hear another second of that, I will strangle you Daniel,” she warns.

Danny flashes you a cheeky grin, which fades into a chuckle. He buries his face back into your chest; your sure this is where he will reside for the rest of the night.

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Perfect To Love Part 6

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, angst, trust issues.

Summary: Beth Walker was used to living in the shadows. She had only one friend and anyone else who paid her mind usually bullied her for her size. So she learned to keep her mouth shut, her head down, and her heart closed because she had to accept the fact that she would be nothing more than the fat girl to people. That is until Robin decides Beth needs more in life and that might just include a boy who she never would’ve thought could see her for who she truly was.

word count: 2,887

Part 5 ←→ Part 7

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Beth never thought she’d be asked on a date. A real one at that. If she thought she was freaking out the first time she had hung out with the Harrington boy she definitely was now. This time it did have labels, it was a date, at a fancy place that she wasn't prepared for. People in public would look on and be confused as to why she was with him and she'd be dressed up in some frilly dress, feeling entirely not like herself. It almost wasn't fair knowing that not a single person could accept the fact she deserved to be there, they'd just look at her and think she was pretending to be someone she’s not. A big girl brought out on a dare, bet, whatever kind of joke because there was absoltuley no way any self respecting man would ask a girl like her to a place like Enzo's.

Of course Robin didn't see the issue when she dragged her to meet Nancy at the store. Robin could accept her losses when it came to not knowing how to dress for a date. Lucky for her Nancy was nice enough to help anytime she asked. So she dragged Beth along, excited for her, expecially after her talk with Steve. She knew Steve would love her if he got to know her and that was exactly what hapened. He liked Beth a lot and it couldn't have worked out better that she made him spend time with her in the first place. Now she got to watch as Beth experienced happiness and the excitement of first love.

"This is useless, I'm too big to wear a pretty dress" Beth sighed, shoving some outifts down the rack and out of her sight. It was a waste. Any dress she remotely liked either didn't fit her boobs or it clung to her stomach. Something she wasn't exactly willing to flaunt. Then if she found one that worked it didn't have a back and she wasn’t willing to show off her rolls.

"That is not true Beth" Nancy told her as she shook her head. Robin put a comforting hand on Beth's back.

"Nancy is right, you can wear whatever you want. Social norms do not have to be to your standards" Robin told her, hoping one day she would be able to do this when she finally felt comfortable enough to be out with a girl she liked.

"Beth, we just have to find what accentuates you best but we won’t find that if you can’t recognize the beautiful parts of yourself” Nancy told her, eyes searching her own as she hoped Beth would realize there wasn’t a single ugly thing about her. Beth glanced nervously between the girls as they waited for her to answer Nancy.

“My shoulders aren’t bad, not as defined but I’m willing to show them off. I guess my boobs too” Robin giggled as Nancy smiled brightly at the girl, already having something in mind.

“See Beth, we’re going to find you the best outfit in the world” Robin praised and Beth chuckled before shaking her head.

“You know, it’s funny” Nancy said and both girls turned to peer at her, her continuing to grab options off the rack.

“What is?” Robin asked and Nancy looked up, a fond smile on her face.

“The last time I went shopping for an outfit for Steve Harrington was with Barb, she had made a comment to me that day about wishing how she could pick out an outfit for a guy like him one day. In some way it sorta feels like she’s here with us” Nancy told them, heart very obviously still broken for her friend who had so much life left to live.

“I’m sorry Nancy” Beth began to apologize for her loss but Nancy shook her head.

“Don’t be, just make sure you experience it to the fullest. If not for you than for her” Beth knew what Nancy had meant, knew that Barb felt the same way about life that Beth did. It was the first time she realized she could leave this world tomorrow and regret hiding herself from it for so long. So she made sure to nod and agree, so that some part of grief could be relieved from Nancy.

“Alright, give me those before I change my mind” Beth held her hand out to Nancy and the girls smile widened as she handed her the piles of clothes she had picked out. Beth walked off in search of a changing room, hoping she wouldn’t regret this.

To Beth’s surprise she didn’t. Every outfit Nancy had picked had complimented her in the ways she wanted. She didn’t realize fashion or shopping could be this fun. She was proven more and more wrong each time she stepped out to show them just to smile wider every time they complimented her. Once she reached the dress at the bottom of the pile she prayed that it would look okay. Dresses always felt like they hugged her body in places she didn’t want to be seen. But as she slipped the black silk over her head, spaghetti straps holding up the fabric that gave it an off the shoulder look, she let out a small gasp. The dress flowed out from the waist, hiding her stomach and the black color giving her a slimmer look. The off the shoulder neckline accentuated her cleavage and shoulders. All of this and Beth realized it was the first time in a long time she looked in the mirror and thought she was pretty.

"Oh wow, Beth" Robin stood as the girl slowly slipped out the dressing room. The girl lifted nervous hands and brushed down the front of the dress, a teary smile covering her face.

"That's the dress Beth" Nancy smiled, heart warming over at the sight of the girl so happy. A girl who had been nothing but kind the short amount of time she had known her, so deserving of this.

"Is this really what it feels like to be pretty?" Beth questioned and Robin's heart broke in two as she saw the girl with tears streaming down her cheeks. Without much thought she stood to wrap the girl into a hug, squeezing her tight. Robin had assumed Beth at least thought she was worth it, it was just the comments from people like Colin that made her think different. She never really realized Beth believed every word. Because of that she began to cry as she held her friend, happy and heart broken all at the same time for her.

"You always were pretty Beth, just wait until we do your hair and makeup?" Nancy told her, tears of her own burning at the back of her eyes. She had never felt guilty for being confident before, but seeing how tore up Beth was over these feelings she always had made her feel guilty.

"I hope he likes it" Beth chuckled through her tears and Robin pulled back to give her a smile.

"He's gonna love it"

After the short shopping trip and lunch the girls went home to get Beth ready for the date. A very fancy date too. Steve had wanted to make her feel special and as she looked at the small heels Nancy offered for her to borrow the nerves finally set in. This time it was real, the night filled with expectations, and Beth was convinced her chest was going to give out because as Nancy styled her hair and applied lipstick, Beth realized there was a chance that it could be kissed away. That was the scariest part.

Steve’s hands shook as he knocked at the door. This was something he didn’t want to screw up. He had messed so many things up in his life and he needed to make some real changes. In no way would this redeem himself but for the first time Steve realized he was going on a date with a girl because of how much he liked her personality and not just based on her looks. Even Nancy he had noticed her looks first, he always just learned to like the girls for who they were later. Now he realized how wrong it was, now he was going to do it right. Love someone for all of them, not learn to love those pieces later.

“So you’re the boy?” the tone was accusatory, deep, and thundered through Steves ears. His eyes flicked up to spot the burly man, broad shoulders, at least five inches taller than him, with narrowed eyes. Yet he knew those eyes, they were Beth’s, and this was her father.

“Hello sir, I’m Steve Harrington” Steve used all his strength to not let his hand shake as he reached it towards Beth’s Dad for a handshake. His other hand gripping the pink peonies in his hand with a death grip. He was so glad he decided against the roses.

“I know who you are, she isn’t ready just yet” Steve dropped his hand that had been denied, stomach twisting in a knot. He was sure the man was bound to turn him away but he stood to the side, allowing entry in the home and Steve took a nervous gulp before stepping in.

“Oh look at him, so handsome” a much softer looking woman rushed from the kitchen, basically identical to Beth. Her soft brunette curls, face shape, and shortness resembled her like a mirror. It was honestly scary.

“Mrs Walker, so lovely to meet you” Steve put on his million watt smile, hoping to impress at least one parent. Leaning down he accepted a hug from her, almost laughing at the height difference.

“Such a sweet young man, why don’t you join my husband in the living room while you wait. I’ll grab you some ginger ale to help those nerves” she poked lovingly at Steve’s stomach and he chuckled and thanked her before nervously following Mr. Walker to the living room. He awkwardly sat on the couch next to where he plopped into his easy chair, more than likely his designated spot.

“I have a lot of tools” Mr Walker spoke after a moment and Steve gave him a confused look.

“I’m sorry sir, I don’t understand” Steve began to shake his head and he finally turned to look at him.

“You will understand. You so much as hurt my little girl, whether this is you pulling some sort of prank or you know you’ll end up leaving her for someone else. I have a lot of tools that I can do a lot of things with, in a dark mechanic shop, where no one can find you for days” Steves eyes widened and his heart began to pound, close to giving out.

“I understand sir. I promise you this isn’t some prank either, I really like your daughter” Steve finally spit out, throat dry from fear.

“You better, she’s perfect. She deserves to know that, not have some douche picking on her. I know guys like you, I used to be one of those guys. I remember how we treated people who were different. You so much as look at her wrong I’ll end you” Steve frantically nodded, unsure if he was on the verge of tears or heartbroken for Beth. She deserved so much more than all of this. Beth had been hurt so much her own father couldn’t even let his guard down around new people.

“Here you go son, let me go check in on Bethany” Mrs Walker returned with a cold glass of ginger ale. Steve anxiously drank it, looking to soothe nerves no longer from impressing Beth. Suddenly it felt like his neck tie was too tight, maybe it was since he let Dustin tie it. He was trying to teach him after all.

“Wait, Bethany?” Steve questioned and the woman smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, we just called her Beth for short so much it just sorta stuck” she explained before moving up the stairs. Mr. Walker had now turned back to the TV, pretending the boy he just threatened murder upon wasn’t sitting next to him.

“Hey Steve” Steve felt sweet relief as soon as he saw Robin sliding down the banister, stumbling once she jumped off the end.

“Robin, I’m not taking a trip to the ER tonight” Mr Walker said, voice cold and unforgiving but Robin had grown used to it.

“You got it Alan” she saluted and the man rolled his eyes, yet Steve realized the eye roll was one of appreciation.

“Hey Rob” he smiled at his friend, his best friend. Robin plopped beside him on the couch, smile permanent.

“Beth should be right down, Allie stopped her for pictures” Robin explained, clearly comfortable enough in this home to refer to Beth’s parents by their first names.

“Mom, please stop. I’m leaving” Steves ears perked up as he heard the familiar voice and suddenly he was watching an absolute vision rush down the stairs, cheeks flushed from embarrassment and possibly nerves. Fuck, she looked breath taking. Steve froze on the spot, realizing he had never seen her shoulders before. Her hair was framed perfectly around her face, lips red with lipstick.

“You’ll catch flys like that son” Steve snapped out of it, looking at her father with shock as he called him out for being too stunned to speak.

“You ready?” Beth asked with a soft smile and Steve nodded, clambering out of his seat to approach her.

“B, you look. Wow” Steve couldn’t seem to remember a single word in the dictionary and Beth lightly smiled, tucking some hair behind her ears.

“Those for me?” she asked and Steve nodded, almost shoving the peonies he had strangled into her hands. She quickly smelled them, smiling before handing them to Robin.

“Don’t kill them” she told her and Robin nodded before turning back to the TV as well.

“Let’s go” Steve offered her an arm and Beth nervously took it before heading towards the door.

“Curfew is 10, any later Harrington and you know what’ll happen” Steve nervously chuckled and nodded before finally leading Beth outside where he could take a breath of relief.

“Sounds like you and my Dad had quite the chat” Beth teased but what she didn’t expect was the Harrington boy to cling onto her in a hug, wrapped tightly against her.

“He’s so scary, please don’t let him kill me” Steve muttered into her shoulder and she laughed, a comforting hand rubbing his back.

“Come on hot shot, he won’t hurt you” Beth giggled, her hand lacing with his own and leading him towards his own car. She wasn’t sure where this confidence came from but she realized it was more than likely because she felt pretty. Confidence is so much easier when you actually believe it.

Once in the car she had expected him to focus on getting them to the restaurant but Steves hand returned through her fingers after shifting the car into drive. Butterflies erupted in her stomach and for the first time she genuinely felt like Steve wanted to be on this date and spending it with her. So she smiled at their conjoined hands, finally feeling worth something for the first time in a very long time.

“You look fucking gorgeous by the way. That dress is beautiful, you’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re even here with me right now” Beth gave him a pointed look and he glanced over just to let out a disappointed sigh. “I’m serious B. Stop thinking everything I say is a lie”

“I um. I’m sorry. It’s just hard to believe when no guy other than my own father has said it before” Beth’s head dropped and she nervously started to fiddle with Steve’s fingers. His body warmed over at the feeling and he quickly gave her hand a squeeze so she would stop.

“I promise I’ll never lie to you. Now say something like ‘thank you Steve, you look extremely handsome yourself if I may add’ and we should be good” Beth allowed a belly laugh to tumble past her lips as he said this and she shook her head with amusement.

“God Harrington, so full of yourself” she teased and he turned and flashed her a wide grin, realizing that in this moment they were more comfortable with each other than ever before. That right now was real. It was so real that Steve wanted to kiss her so desperatley, he wasn't sure he could wait until the end of the date, and the original plan of kissing her outside of her house was now scrapped since her Dad absolutely terrified the shit out of him. He told himself he'd do it after dinner, in the car, that way he won't risk murder.

"You ready?" Steve asked as he parked outside of the restaurant and Beth gave him a small smile before lightly nodding.

"I guess there's no backing out now" she teased and he rolled his eyes, lifting her hand interlocked with his own to press a kiss into the back of it, sealing it with a promise of a real kiss later.

"True, you're stuck with me now B"

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Wheeler skin ideas

Guest of Honor Straight up just Warbucks’s outfit. Was looking at poacher outfits for triumphant before changing it and looked at Warbucks and was like, yeah. He is a rich British explorer, wearing the fashion of the day. It’s still explorer themed and an homage to the character she replaced (though not a good one).

Survivor Like the others, just Wheeler but scratched up, I imagine with cut hair and her pants cut into shorts or something. With those big pads they can’t be able to stay on through such conditions.

Triumphant I was going for a poacher, like a rich British explorer but after thinking how it worked with her personality, seems best to do something else. A fighter pilot fits better with her gung ho personality. Somebody said she would be a biker but Winona already has a biker girl outfit. So at least a full body pilots suit would be both menacing and in character. And give her a evil mustache to twirl, for extra measure.

Halloween skins all the survivors have two Halloween skins, a mob from the game and a classic kind of costume. For the mob, she would be a catcoon, badabing badaboom, she loved cats. Or a hound/varg. Kind of like Warly’s carrat outfit, she don’t like dog 😔. And for the more classic costume I would go with a cowboy! She would relate to the cowboys need for exploring the new land and I think she would enjoy the role of a sheriff.

Gladiator more wishy washy because of how general the skins are so just throwing ideas to the wall. Half of her hair shaved off, like Winona’s but just half. Unsure what her face paint would be, would mostly be through doing different patterns and see what works. Her armor would be very light, to match with her health, like mostly covering her upper body and a skirt. I don’t know man :( was thinking the over sexual woman’s armor traditionally in games because there is WAY too much boob armor.

Roseate For this, I would have her in a dress (mostly for the femme x butch thing with Winona, just a bit silly). I have been listening to the great gatsby soundtrack on repeat so I would so some sort of 1920s dress based on the night life. Come on, she’s adventurous! Of course she would be at these parties! Someone who goes places has to enjoy them.

Snowfallen She would be an explorer… of the poles! I’m a big puffy jacket with a fluffy collar that goes around her head (hats ontop) with thick gloves. Her quote would be like, “Surprisingly not as insulated as it looks.” Or something about how she’s still freezing under all those layers.

Verdant More unsure about this, like what nature role she would take. Perhaps an adventure captured by the beauty of nature. Would personally make her look more exotic, to fit with the adventure theme.

Victorian COMPLETELY STEALING THIS FROM kittemfang they reminded me I needed to do this because they posted an amazing plane tester Victorian Wheeler concept, a wanna be aviator testing the prototypes. BASICLY that. Any adventure outfit would look to similar to her current design.

Magmatic like the gladiator, unsure. Plus, IF Wheeler was in the game, doubt they would make any new skins of these sets. Like the others, firey hair with a basic outfit, really not many ideas for this.

Merrymaker Santa. Joking but her ass WOULD get in a full Santa outfit for the kids. Hard to pin down something I’m happy with and I’m too tired to think. It’s a general jolly theme, I’ll edit this if I think of anything.

Moonbound Something like a faux astronaut suit would be fun. She would get to explore a new plane :)

Masquerader Also haven’t looked at specific examples but I would go with a bird theme. All of her bird quotes are somber, about how she wishes to fly.

Other skin ideas Two that are really loose single skin ideas are an Indiana jones outfit. Very basic but very classic outfit for an adventurous character! Second is a commercial airline pilot. Just unique enough from the others to work, but would be a bit off timeline wise but it’s for the funsies. Also it would be cute if there was a flight attendant Walter outfit. The kid trying to help the cool adventurer :)

I’m on a trip right now so this is incoherent, but wanted to get some ideas down. I’ll draw them once I get back and will edit these as see fit.

Also would love to see others feedback and ideas!

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Motherfucker.

Hajime is Dr. Romani. This is going to connect with Izuru later. But still, of course Hajime is one of the dealy beloved human characters of Fgo.

Chiaki is Frankenstein's Monster (call her Fran). She looks great and all but besides the love of electricity and childlike mannerisms, not sure Chiaki fits Fran's animal like berserkness and tragic need for love.

Mahiru is Boudica. I can say for certainty this is solely due to Red hair and mother like qualities. Pretty sure we shouldn't compare Mahiru to someone whose entire purpose in Fgo is being that meme person who really hates the Roman Empire (ironically the founder of Rome is her best partner in battle), has big boobs, has a terrible skillset in battle, and is defined by her backstory of losing the war against the Roman Empire and had to watch her daughters be relentlessly raped by them before most likely being forced to join them which lead to her falling into despair and killing herself.

Ibuki is Nobunaga. This is solely cuz of the amount of fourth wall breaking chibi style comedic relief and crazy hijinks. (Nobu Nobu Nobu? Nobu Nobu Nobu Nobu Nobu! Nobu? Nobu Nobu! Nobu...)

Mikan is Skadi. I have no idea why. What does shy and clumsy as fuck Mikan have in common with a wise nordic giantess with insecurities about being single and unmarried?

Hiyoko is BB. BB and Hiyoko might both be detestable trollish pieces of shit who keep fucking people over and getting away with it, but comparing Hiyoko to essentially AI Junko Enoshima on crack is a bit too far.

Kazuichi is Nikola Tesla. Electricity. Master Inventor. Eccentric mofo. I approve.

Sonia is Marie Antoinette. Princess/Queen like character. I can see that. (Tho we should also try to look out for Marie Alter cuz that bitch is crazy as fuck and wants everyone to experience how it felt when the guillotine beheaded her). Tho Sonia wishes she was as much a cinnamon roll as Marie.

Gundham is Ozymandias/Rameses II. Boisterous mofos collide. I approve. (Sidenote: Ozy is voiced by Dio. KONO OZY DA!!!)

Izuru is of course Dr. Roman's true identity as King Solomon, King and Progenitor of All Magic. All magic apparently stems from him, motherfuckers. All hail the character we will never get and wish he would come back.

Nagito is Edmund Dantes. Only cuz of Memes based on similar looks. Nagito has nothing on Dantes's year long pursuit for revenge. Tho I guess they both were "saved" by the woman they loved most in the world.

Twogami is Julius Caesar. Only cuz they are chubby charismatic likeable people.

Peko is Tomoe. FUCK YEAH I APPROVE. Peko would totally be Tomoe. Why do you think I made Tomoe her Persona in my headcanon. It fits her SO MUCH TO A T.

Fuyuhiko is Rama. Why? What does Fuyu have in common with a guy who kills demon kings with an army of monkeys cuz they stole his wife yet was also cursed to die whenever him and his wife would ever meet? (Poor Rama in fgo, all he wants is to be with his wife again but destiny keeps screwing him over by killing him seconds before his wife reaches where he is).

Nekomaru is Iskandar/Alexander the Great. Solely due to being super muscular likeable badass motivators of living a great life. Nekomaru clearly doesn't want to conquer lands and rule the world.

Akane is Francis Drake. Only cuz of giant cleavage window alone. Akane ain't no pirate queen with literal flying sea ships with giant laser cannons.

And Teruteru is Fergus. Only because both of them are a super perverts with mindsets primarily filled only about banging women and having sex. Teru is no ripped Chad with a drill sword that shoots rainbow lasers from the ground. (Sidenote: Fergus's drill sword, Caladbolg, translates to "Hard Blade". Yes it's a dick joke.")

//I mean they look good?

-Mod

[sequinsmile-x]

You're Gonna Go Far

It wasn't any easier even though they'd been through this once before with Jack.

AKA - the one where Aaron and Emily's eldest daughter goes to college.

-x-

Hi friends

Given the time of year, and the amount of TikTok videos I've seen of people decorating their dorm rooms (I can tell you...mine did NOT look like that haha) this idea wouldn't leave me alone.

So here it is, close to 5k words of domestic, soft Hotchniss and their family going through something most families do.

And if you've just moved away to college you're going to be great!!

I hope you enjoy it, and let me know what you think <3

-x-

Warnings: None!

Words: 4.8k

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Everyone had always told her that it went quickly. 

It was something she’d been told more times than she could count during her pregnancies, both by people she knew and strangers alike. Kind-looking older ladies in the grocery store who’d touch her belly without asking and tell her to enjoy it, that before she knew it her babies would be growing up, moving away and taking everything she taught them with them. 

She’d seen it with Jack. Watched as the boy who was once her best friend's son became her son. Turning from the sweet little boy who couldn’t pronounce her name properly, to the kid that started to call her Mom just before he became a teenager, to the young man he was now. Forever making his parents proud, and the best big brother Emily’s other children could have hoped for. 

There was part of her that had still struggled to believe it. Lost in the long nights with no sleep. Parenthood slowly, but also too fast now she looked back on it, moving from sleep deprivation and sore boobs, to pretending not to cry on their first days at school so she didn’t scare them, all the way to now. Nights spent patiently watching the clock as it ticked closer to her eldest daughter’s curfew, anxious until she heard the familiar scrape of her key in the lock. Hazel had never once been late, her diligence and sensibility that came from the half of her that was Aaron always taking precedence, but Emily always worried that one day the half of her that was her would win out. Memories of what she’d been like when she was Hazel’s age haunting her as the seconds ticked by, almost making her wish she could apologise to her own mother. 

Standing on the football field of her kid's high school, the one Jack had gone to, the one Hazel was about to leave, the one where the twins still went, Emily couldn’t believe it had been 18 years. 18, long but all too short, years since she’d held her first daughter for the first time. Since Hazel was a tiny dot of a thing who had almost fit into one of Aaron’s hands. The girl who was now a young woman, taller than her mother and, as Aaron would always say, every bit as beautiful. 

It had all happened so quickly, and whilst Emily was so proud of her family, of the people her children were and would no doubt be, she yearned for the days when they were small. And she knew she’d give just about anything to have one more interrupted night of sleep where one of them crawled into her bed.

“I found our seats.”

She looks up at Aaron and smiles, nodding as he leads them into the area that had been reserved for them. She guides the twins, in first, grateful when they sit next to each other without argument, a smile flitting across her face as she watches Violet brush something off of Lucas’s shoulder. They were each other's fiercest protector, but also their harshest critic. Arguments that would sometimes feel like they would shake the whole house reminding her of when she was pregnant with them, and how Aaron would place his hand on her belly and joke it seemed like they were fighting in there, elbows and tiny feet always shifting around inside of her. 

“Are you ok, sweetheart?” Aaron asks, his hand reaching out for hers as she pauses, she turns to him and nods, unsurprised to see the same fix of emotions she was feeling in his eyes shining right back at her. 

“Yeah,” she replies, squeezing his hand in reassurance, “I’m fine, I promise.” 

Emily smiles as she sits down, blowing out a steady breath as her eyes meet Hazel’s from her place on the stage, her daughter looking every part the 18-year-old she was. Grown up in a way that made Emily’s heart clench in her chest. Hazel smiles at her, and lifts her hand to wave ever so slightly, something anyone else who was looking at her would miss, the movement making her graduation gown shift, the dark green material complimenting her dark hair.

“$10 Mom cries first,” Violet says, drawing Emily’s attention away from the stage and back to the rest of her family sitting around her. 

Emily turns to look at her youngest daughter and raises her eyebrow, “Vi, what have I said about gambling at school events?” 

“That would be a terrible bet for me to take,” Lucas says, ignoring that his mother had spoken at all as he looks at his twin sister with the scowl all of the kids had inherited from Aaron, “Mom will obviously cry first. Then Dad will cry because he always does when he sees Mom crying.”

“Kids,” Aaron says, leaning in past Emily from her other side so he can talk to them without drawing too much attention, his arm around the back of his wife’s chair, “Give your mom a break.” 

Violet shrugs and leans back in her chair, “I’m just saying, we all know Mom is tougher than you, but anything to do with us makes her cry.” 

Aaron’s eyes flick to his wife’s, not missing how her eyes briefly sparkle with amusement. It makes relief crackle in his chest. She was just as excited for Hazel as he was, and just as sad too. The prospect of their daughter now only being a couple of months away from moving away for college hung over this event just like it did with everything these days. 

He makes a show of looking annoyed, something he knows his whole family can see right through, and he furrows his brow, “You think Mom is tougher than me?” 

“Definitely,” the twins reply in unison, their voices joined by a familiar third one that makes him turn around. He smiles and stands as soon as he sees Jack, pulling his eldest into a tight hug. 

“Jack, she’ll be so pleased you made it,” he says, squeezing his son even tighter, the strength in the hug he gets back matching it. 

Jack smiles as she pulls back, “I wouldn’t miss Hazelnut graduating for the world,” he says, smiling as uses the nickname they all know Hazel hates. He smiles at Emily, who also stands up to hug her son, “Hi, Mom.” 

“Hi sweetie,” she says, kissing the side of his head as she pulls back, tilting her head towards the twins, “Your brother and sister were just placing bets on who will cry first.” 

He smiles and squeezes past her, sitting on the end seat they’d saved for him, ruffling both of the twin's dark hair as he goes, “I’ll take that bet,” he says, making Emily groan as she sits back down, “But, I’m going to say Hazel will cry first, and that will make the rest of us break.” 

Emily leans in towards her husband and speaks quietly so only he can hear her, “I’m seriously starting to regret all those times we left our precious children in the care of Dave.” 

Aaron chuckles and stamps a kiss against her lips, ignoring that Violet and Lucas catch it, both of them grimacing in the background, “Is this better or worse than when he taught Violet to curse in Italian before she even started pre-school?” 

She smiles, but any response is cut off as the commencement begins, everyone’s attention drawn to the stage in front of them. They all listen intently as the principal talks about the graduating class, making jokes and comments that draw out laughter from the sea of students wearing the dark green gowns, his smile wide as he talks about how proud the school is of them. How they’ll take everything they learnt from there wherever they go next. 

Emily feels her heart stop in her chest as he moves on, declaring the next stage of the event.

“Before we move on, it’s time for our Valedictorian, Hazel Hotchner, to make her commencement speech.” 

Aaron grabs her hand, linking their fingers together as Hazel walks up to the podium. She looks over at her family and smiles, a bit of tension in her shoulders easing as she makes eye contact with her father. His reassurance a balm to all of their kids, much like it always had been for Emily. 

“Thank you, Principal Shepard,” she says, her voice shaking slightly from the nerves. She looks down at her notes, the ones she’d banned her parents and siblings from looking at for weeks, claiming she wanted her speech to be a surprise. She blows out a steady breath and looks back up, “Fellow students, faculty and friends and family, it’s hard to believe this day has come.” 

Emily pays close attention as Hazel talks about her time at the school, about how she’d got lost on the first day, despite her older brother drawing her a map of the layout, only to find when she got home that she’d held it upside down all day. How she’d fallen in love with computer science there, the subject she planned to major in at college, and how she’d met friends she hopes she’ll know her whole life. Emily feels pride bubbling in her chest, threatening to completely overwhelm her. She blows out a shaky breath and feels Violet’s hand wrap around the one not being held by Aaron. She looks at her daughter and smiles, squeezing her hand when she sees the tears shining in her eyes, all of her previous bravado long gone as she watches the sister she’ll know she miss when she moves to college take this major step. 

“Lastly, I’d like to take a moment to thank my family,” Hazel says, and Emily stops breathing for a second, well aware that this would be her undoing. Aaron tenses next to her, his shoulders tight from how he was holding himself together. 

“Oh boy,” Lucas whispers, just loud enough for Emily to hear him, “Here we go.” 

“I want to thank my brothers and my sister for teaching me how to share,” Hazel says, once again letting her gaze drift towards her family, “And for also teaching me that you can love someone and still be incredibly annoyed at them,” she smiles when the crowd laughs, and Emily notices some people, parents she knows from other events, looking back and smiling at them, “I’d like to thank my dad for always being there. Not just for looking scary enough, as well as having an actually having scary job before he retired, so no one dared bully me in case I called him, but for being the dad everyone wishes they could have. There was never any nail polish too bright when I asked to paint your nails, or tiny teacup too small when we’d all gang up on you and beg you to play with us.”

He feels his throat threaten to close up, a familiar burning in the back of it as he tries to push the feeling away. Not wanting tears to blur his vision so he missed a single second of this. Emily squeezes his hand and he looks at her and sees that she’s fighting the same battle, her eyes starting to shine. 

“And lastly, I want to thank my mom,” Hazel says, clearing her throat when her voice cracks a little, “Not only is she the best mom anyone could ever ask for, she is, by far, the smartest person I know. I’m not sure many people know this, but my mom is a polyglot. She speaks so many languages she taught each of us a different one. She taught me French,” she looks at Emily in the crowd, and their dark eyes meet, and for a moment, Emily feels like she’s the only person Hazel is speaking to, “It was always one of my favourite things, it was as if we had a secret code between us. Stolen moments in the chaos of the home I feel lucky to have grown up in. So,” she says, clearing her throat again, a tear dropping onto her cheek, something she quickly wipes away as if it hadn’t happened, “Mom - Je vous aime. Tu es ma personne préférée. Quand je serai grand, je veux être comme toi,” Hazel looks back at the crowd as a whole and smiles, “Thank you.” 

Emily is grateful for the applause that follows because it gives her a moment to recover. She doesn’t bother covering the fact that she’s crying, because she knows it’s pointless. Tears burning down her cheeks as she stands and joins in on the applause. She looks at Aaron and sees he’s crying too, his pride evident. Shining out of his face like the sun, bright and warm as he carries on clapping a few beats longer than everyone else. Something that, she knows in any other circumstances, would make their children claim they are embarrassing. 

She hears a sniff from next to her and turns to look at her children, smiling softly when she sees they are all crying. Violet rests her head on Emily’s shoulder when they all sit back down and she wraps her arms both of her arms around Emily’s, her hands grasping at her tricep. 

“Voglio bene alla tua mamma,” she says quietly, just loud enough for Emily to hear over the murmuring crowd whilst the next speaker gets their speech ready. 

Emily smiles and rests her head on top of her daughters, “Ti amo anche io dolcezza.”

Jack leans in, making sure only his family can hear him, “I told you Hazel would cry first.” 

Lucas frowns, turning to look at his brother, “Wait, Haze never cries. How did you know?”

Jack smirks, looking very proud of himself, “She emailed me her speech weeks ago.” 

___

The summer goes by faster than it ever had before. 

Days and weeks melting away, slipping through Emily’s fingers until it's the night before they drive Hazel to college. Their car was packed full of her things ready for them to leave in the morning, the teenager determined to get to New York as soon as possible. 

She was only going to be a few hours away.

It was a mantra Emily had been telling herself, and one her daughter had said to her multiple times, ever since Hazel had been accepted into Columbia. It was closer than Jack had been during college, and she can’t help but hope that when it’s time the twins decide to stay nearby. 

She shakes the thought off, sure it would tip her over the edge if she thinks about that too much, and she blows out a steady breath. She stares at the bedroom door and twists her wedding rings around her finger as she goes over the list of things they bought for Hazel’s dorm room, mentally checking off if they were already in the car or in the pile of things her daughter had asked to have overnight. 

Aaron walks out of the ensuite and looks at his wife, stopping just short of the bed when he sees the faraway look in her eyes, how she’s twisting her rings around her finger, a habit he’s grateful replaced biting her cuticles long ago because he knows they’d be shredded by now if it hadn’t. 

They were all struggling with the thought of Hazel leaving, even the twins, although they were trying to act unaffected. It wasn’t any easier just because it was the second time they were doing this, and he was sure it wouldn’t get any easier the next time they did. He smiles as he watches her, the look in her eyes the same as it had been the first night they’d moved Hazel from a bassinet next to Emily’s side of the bed to her nursery. Her gaze sparkling with love and concern, the same concoction that had got them both through being a parent all these years. 

“Are you okay sweetheart?” 

Emily looks up at him and smiles absentmindedly, nodding as he climbs into bed next to her, her eyes drifting back to the door, “Do you think she's okay?” 

He sighs as he loops his arm around her shoulders, tugging her into his side. He kisses the side of her head, his soft smile pressed into her grey hair, “You asked the same thing the first night she slept in the nursery.” 

She chuckles, the sound wet as it catches in her throat, “That doesn’t even feel that long ago,” she says, wiping her cheek with the heel of her hand as she leans into his side, more tears falling past her lash line, “How is she going to college tomorrow?” She asks rhetorically, shaking her head slightly before she sits up, her smile quivering as he wipes some tears away for her, “What if she needs me?” 

He leans in to stamp a kiss against her lips before he pulls back, his hand on her cheek, “She’s only going to be a few hours away,” he says, stroking her skin with his thumb, “And she can call whenever she needs to.” 

She nods, leaning into the warmth of his palm, “I know,” she says, blowing out a shaky breath, “I know,” she repeats as she clears her throat and laughs humourlessly, “I guess I’d better get used to them not needing us anymore.” 

He opens his mouth to respond but is cut off by a gentle knock on the door. He turns to look at it and calls out, “Come in.” 

The door opens slightly, just enough for Hazel to lean in a little, “You guys aren’t making out are you?”

Emily laughs as she shakes her head, wiping her cheeks, determined that Hazel wouldn’t see her upset, “No,” she says, furrowing her brow at her daughter as she opens the door the entire way and steps into the bedroom, “Why do you always ask that?”

Hazel hums and smiles, a half-hearted thing that makes concern spark in Emily’s chest, “I’ve been burned before.” 

She stands near the doorway, her usual confidence, that she’d been exuding during this whole process, nowhere to be found. Her shoulders were a little slumped, her eyes fixed on the floor, and her teeth sinking into her lower teeth. Emily looks down and her heart catches in her chest when she spots what Hazel is holding. Her favourite childhood toy, a stuffed cat she’d inexplicably called Biscuits when she was three, hanging from her hand. Biscuits had seen better days. His once plush grey fur patchy, and his whiskers long gone. When Hazel turned 14 she’d declared she was too old for stuffed animals, asking that they be put in the attic, but Biscuits had survived the cut. His place on her bed never at risk. She liked to pretend it wasn’t because she needed him to sleep even now, as if her parents hadn’t recently caught her fast asleep with him in her arms when they checked in on her when she had the flu. 

For a moment, an all too fleeting one, Hazel is five again. Standing in the doorway with her hair a mess and her pyjamas askew, tears on her cheeks as she cried about a nightmare. It makes Emily ache, her gut twisting with emotions she can’t name, and she sits up, removing herself from Aaron’s embrace.

“Are you okay, Haze?” Emily asks, “Do you need anything?” 

The teenager shakes her head, shifting from foot to foot as she tries to figure out what to say, “No I…I don’t know,” she says, blowing out a breath as she shrugs, “I can’t sleep.” 

“That’s okay, sweetheart,” Aaron says, “It’s probably the excitement.” 

Hazel nods, holding Biscuits to her chest as she hugs him so tightly, Emily is sure if his eyes were real, not sewn on, they’d be bulging out of his head, “Yeah…excitement,” she says, swallowing thickly. She sighs and walks over to sit on the edge of her parent's bed, “What if I’m not good enough?” 

Emily reaches out and places her hand on her daughter’s leg, squeezing tightly, “Honey, you were top of your high school class, you got accepted to all of the colleges you applied to,” She smiles when she sees a flicker of a smile on Hazel’s face, “You’re more than good enough. You’re excellent.” 

She nods again and clears her throat, “What if I don’t make any friends?” 

Aaron exchanges a quick glance with his wife before smiling encouragingly at his daughter, “You make friends everywhere you go, Princess,” he says, using the nickname he hadn’t used since she was small, “Just like your mom.”

Hazel shrugs noncommittally, “But what if-”

“Baby,” Emily says, cutting her off, reaching out and tucking some of Hazel’s dark hair behind her ear, “Is it possible you’re just coming up with these things because you’re nervous and you don’t want to admit it?” 

She chuckles and shakes her head, “Profilers,” she smiles at them, biting the inside of her cheek to try and stop it from growing, “You know, my friend's parents had normal jobs.” 

Aaron chuckles, “So you’ve said before,” he says, watching as she holds the stuffed cat in her arms a little tighter, “Everything will be okay you know,” he adds, “It’s perfectly normal to be nervous.”

Hazel huffs out a breath and shifts closer to them, sitting between them on the bed, her back against the headboard as she looks back and forth between them. 

“But what if I hate it,” she asks, her voice starting to sound thick, her lower lip shaking slightly as she starts to get overwhelmed, “It’s so far away and you guys won’t be there and-”

“Hey, hey, you’re okay,” Emily says, wrapping her arm around her. Hazel leans into her, resting her head on her shoulder and sighing. Emily looks at Aaron and they exchange a sad smile, “It’s not that far away,” she says, her fingers running through Hazel’s hair as she repeats what she’d been saying to them for weeks, “And if you ever need anything at all, you know we’ll drop everything.”

Hazel nods, sniffing as she shifts to look at her mother, tears spilling past her lashline, “Can I…can I sleep in here?” She asks, almost sounding embarrassed.

Emily looks over her head to Aaron and she sees the same joy in his eyes that she feels. The same small sense of wonder at a question they hadn’t heard in years.

“Of course you can,” Emily replies, kissing Hazel’s forehead and pulling her in for a hug, “You never have to ask.” Hazel turns to look at Aaron, as if looking for confirmation and he nods, making her smile widely at him, a brief memory of her doing the same when she was little, gaps in her teeth and braids in her hair, and it makes him breathless. 

“Thanks,” Hazel says quietly, her cheeks flushing slightly as they all lay down and Aaron turns out the light. Hazel rests her head on Emily’s shoulder, tucking herself against her like she’d done when she was young. “I love you guys.” 

Emily feels her breath catch in her chest, and she feels Aaron reach out for her hand, linking their fingers together and squeezing tightly. She looks at him in the dark of the room and smiles, clearing her throat before she replies.

“We love you too, sweetie.” 

Dropping her off the next day is every part as difficult as they expect it to be. Their hearts in their throats as they help her set up her dorm room and inevitably say goodbye, their hugs lingering a little longer than usual, her grip on their shirts a little tighter. 

Emily is proud of herself for holding it together until they get into their car, a sob escaping her the moment the door is closed. Aaron immediately wraps his arms around her, the embrace awkward over the centre console, and when they pull back, there are tears on his cheeks too. She wipes them away for him and tries to swallow down her sadness, desperately trying to feel the pride that was lingering underneath, aware that if she couldn’t find it soon she’d go back into the dorms and get her little girl. 

“She’ll be okay,” Emily says, wiping another tear that escapes away for him.

“I know,” he replies, leaning in to kiss her, the taste of salt on both of their lips, “She’s half you, of course she’ll be okay.” 

She smiles and stamps a kiss against his lips before pulling back, and putting on her seatbelt, “She’s half you too,” she replies, sinking into her seat as he turns on the engine, “She’ll be fine.” 

She hears her phone chirp from her pocket and she pulls it out, smiling when she sees Hazel has sent her a text. She chuckles as she opens it, her vision going blurry as she turns the phone to show it to Aaron. He smiles too and reaches out, squeezing her hand before he takes the car out of park.

“Let’s go home. I’m sure we can convince Luke and Vi to hang out with us tonight if we bribe them with pizza,” he says, and she nods, looking back at the screen of her phone as the car moves away, her eyes lingering on a picture of Buscuits on Hazel’s dorm room bed and the accompanying message. 

Miss you already <3 

___

13 Years Previously 

Emily wakes up with a groan, the relative darkness of the bedroom letting her know it was still the middle of the night. She’s just about to roll over, to snuggle into her husband’s embrace, his arm lying over her waist, when she hears a small, quiet voice. 

“Mommy?” 

She opens her eyes again and sees Hazel standing at the end of her bed, Biscuits cuddled up in her arms, and tears on her cheeks shining in the low light of the room. 

“Hi sweet girl,” Emily says, sitting up just enough to see her a little better, “Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?” 

Hazel sniffs and nods, “I had a bad dream.” 

“Oh, baby, come here,” Emily says, throwing back the covers and smiling softly as Hazel immediately climbs under them, snuggling into Emily’s embrace, her face pressed against her chest, “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

“I tried to be brave,” Hazel says, “I’m not a baby anymore, but I was scared.” 

Emily hides her smile into the top of Hazel’s hair, the little girl's insistence that she wasn’t a baby anymore something that had taken hold as soon as the twins had been born almost a year ago. She briefly looks at the baby monitor on her nightstand, reaching out to activate the screen for a moment so she can see the video feeds, smiling at the sight of Violet and Lucas fast asleep in their cribs. 

“Well that’s what I’m here for,” she says, adjusting them so they were laying on their sides, Hazel safely cocooned between her and Aaron, “Anytime you don’t feel brave, I’m here.” 

Hazel frowns, looking so much like Aaron that it makes Emily smile, “But I’m a big girl.” 

“I know you are,” Emily replies, still running her fingers through Hazel’s hair, “But, I’m a big girl too right?” She asks, pausing to feel her daughter nod against her, “Well, I’m not brave all the time.”

“Really?” Hazel asks, tilting her head to look up at Emily, their eyes meeting in the low light. 

“Really,” she confirms, “And then Daddy looks after me, and I do the same for him when he’s not feeling brave.”

Hazel looks curious for a moment, but nods, accepting Emily’s explanation, resting her head back against her chest, “Can I sleep here?” 

Emily holds her closer, smiling as Hazel settles in, clearly already halfway to being asleep, and runs her hand up and down her back, “Of course, baby,” she says, kissing the top of her head, “Always.” 

“Je t'aime maman,” Hazel mutters, her words slurring together, and Emily closes her eyes, pushing back tears only her children managed to bring out of her so easily.

“Je t'aime aussi mon coeur,” she whispers, aware that the little girl was likely already sleeping. 

“Is she okay?” 

Emily smiles at the sound of her husband's voice, thick with sleep and misuse, “Yeah, she’s okay,” she replies, yawning as Aaron wraps his arm around them both, “She’s fine now.” 

“Of course, she is sweetheart,” Aaron says, his words slurring together in a way that makes her question if he would even remember having been awake in the morning, “She has you as a mom.” 

The praise makes her beam, her heart as warm and full as their bed currently was, and she lets herself naively hope that everything stays like this forever. 

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