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I'm Happy Where The Devils Are

dbf!joel miller x younger!reader

summary: something something about forbidden things; you never learn, not until the heart you gave returns to you in shreds, bleeding out of love. what's left when you've given all of your heaven away? hell.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (but this time it's sad not hot or both idk), smut, p. in v., virgin!reader, (forced??) creampie, fingering, riding, oral (f. receiving), corruption kink, reader has no daddy issues ++her dad is lovely nor mommy issues like me but a secret third thing, ANGST IN CAPITAL, situationship™, jumping very late to this trend or series IDK hope someone still lurks around this neighbourhood, joel has no kids and is unmarried cause i need him to be BITTER, in short this is very AU canon divergence at max coded

word count: 7,629 words

side note: IF U SAW IT POSTED BEFORE NO U DIDN'T IT WAS A HONEST MISTAKE (clicked publish instead of save draft) OKAY i just searched thru my top 2024 songs by spotify for some inspo and well!!!!!! my yet to be dilf RM's (or joon as i, his wife, loves to call him endearingly) song called heaven popped up! those are the vibes if u wanna give it a listen (PLS DO OKAY HE RANKED TOP KOREAN ALBUM THIS YEAR AND I SEE I'M GETTING OFF THE HOOK BUT HE DESERVES IT RAHH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH) and yk i said it's got the miller vibe going on: ANGST™ okay stopping my rambling and letting y'all enjoy (or suffer, idk anymore: as u see, i have a thing for sad complicated old man and suffering myself, because i could've choose any other idea but here goes user dilf-docs the angst whore choosing to suffer again lolz)

part: I / II

It was winter when he first touched you.

Joel Miller: a name you've learned to pronounce like it was spoken on a different language that only you knew.

You've known him for years, a familiar face that stands in corners and only laughs when spoken to, begrundingly, like it's rather a favor than something of his amusement. A guy who would drop by your house until you learned his name like he'd learn the games you'd force him to play. A friend of your dad, who moved back to town and has haunted your house since he stepped a foot inside, tainting the walls with his pine phantom.

Joel's a face you've seen age as much as he's seen you grow out of your pigtails and child-like wonder: and perhaps that's why it's wrong.

It is all so wrong: the way your gaze lingers a bit too long over his tired and bitter expresion, looking for those flickers of softeness that appear when your dad calls him. Old friend, filled with affection, and Joel can't deny the only man who hasn't left his side a smile that he hopes is enough to express what he can't; he's not good with words.

It is all so wrong: how the sheets stick to your body while you scream his name, the sound drowning against your pillow, your body leaking with the secret of an unspoken desire that gets harder to hide with each passing day.

But you can't help it: one day the feelings started to blossom and the admiration left for the crush to harvest until it fully bloomed in your chest. Its petals have asfixiated you ever since.

On winter, you returned to town, like a vice. You always came back for the holidays, a silver of hope that shouldn't exist. You felt it in the air, impregnated with a heartbreak so cutting, it was hard to remember when the winter carried the happiness it should've; all that's left was the cold, harsh feeling.

"Y/n!" your dad embraces your body on a hug as warm as a fireplace, "you're home"

He passes you around the people over, because that's how he always is: joyful, the house full with guests that don't stop at family, but feel as close as those of blood. She came! he loudly yet proudly announces your homecoming, adding small sprinkles of how's college and how smart his little girl is (a nickname he can't let go of, not caring if you were ten then and now just above twenty), not caring if your face is as red as christmas easters.

"You have to stop, dad" you plead with annoyance, but a small smile betrays you, "no one wants to hear how I'm top of my class again, for the millionth time"

"Well, it's my house" he jokes, "so they better get used to it" he then looks around the room, as if he's forgetting something, "ah, someone I must bore with your stories is missing..."

He talks to some more people around and you have to plaster a smile and salute faces you can't recognize, but as on cue, the door flings open, some people near the entrance greeting a face you've yet to see and recognize. Your father gets there first, the smile that spreads across his face making your stomach tie in knots.

"Joel's here!" he delivers with excitement, unaware of how your polite smile falters.

"Joel's here" you repeat, grief laced within your words. Grief of what? You don't know, but you do know a part of you dies the more you look at Joel Miller the way you're not supposed to.

"Come say hi" your father insists, happy in his ignorance, despite your paced walk and stiff demeanor.

And walking your way is him, the man who owns your heart without knowing.

His hair is still as soft as ever, more tints of grey sprinkled through it. Your fingers itch to trace it, so you keep your fists closed until the red nails dig into the tight white flesh. He has more wrinkles, pronounced when his brows furrow at the sight of you.

"I know she's grown a lot, but I hope you still recognize her" your dad says with affection, "isn't she beautiful, my y/n? Grown into a whole lady"

Your heart hammers against your chest as Joel looks you up and down, but there is no emotion across his face.

"It's only been a year, but sure, she has" as stoic as ever, but it's enough to make your nerves wreck. You can't believe how much a simple stare and a few words can get to you.

But you were always like this: weak. Back then, at kindergarten grounds, when making a friend seemed the hardest task. Now, at university, when you wonder if something is wrong with you that always makes you the last option to choose.

Maybe that's why Joel, a man so strong in appearance and character, never liked you: that all those memories were a dream, and he just did it as an extension of his affection for your dad.

You'll never forget that dinner last year, on these same days, when for the first time, both your parents left you alone with Joel, their guest for the night. There was a storm outside, and it was almost funny how the brash wind against the window mimicked your steady heart. You didn't know he was coming, but when you did, you put on your best dress on purpose and dusted a makeup palette a friend gave you, yet he didn't even look your way.

"Do you hate me, Joel?" you asked in a whispered breathe, the cold silence as answer.

It's contradictory, really: your love grows where his hate does. More like hate, it's a disregard so cruel, you can't help but wonder if there's something wrong with you, making you attached to an older man that only seems to have apathy for you. Because one thing is attraction, but other is the deep adoration where you'd die if he were to ask you.

It's your fault, really, for turning his life into folklore. You still remember sitting on your father's lap as he talked your ear off, full of stories that Joel, always by his side, would quietly laugh, the fireplace casting shadow over a man who seemed to overpower the darkness that now is palpable on his gaze. He'd said your dad was making him greater than he really was, pinching your cheeks as he called you sugar, reasoning you were so sweet.

But since last year, something shifted: he started avoiding you, like he resented you.

And you never understood why. So every season you've searched in his eyes for a sign, anything, that can make you go back to that speacial relationship you had, missing him like a little kid. It's been a year, and you feel, if possible, more at loss than before.

Back to now, it's almost midnight, and most of the guests have gone already. You've tried to look cool in the eyes of those who are still there, conversation flowing easily through your eggnog-tinted tongue, yet you know it's all pretend.

"Excuse me" you can't take it anymore, the air suffocating you in anxiousness.

"Where are you going?" questions your mom, stopping you in your tracks before going up the stairs.

You turn around and feign a smile, "Up to my room"

"Are you okay?" your dad asks with worry.

"Yeah, just tired" you lie with ease, and the miles you've driven back it up.

"If you need anything, just tell" she says.

When you fall against the mattress, all the weight settles in. You close your eyes and count to ten, breathing in and breathing out.

The door creaks, so you get up as you open your eyes. "Dad" you start, knowing he's all about giving you talks, "Not now, please-"

"M' not y'r daddy"

You shiver despite the closed windows.

"Joel!" you jump, straightening yourself, "did dad send you?"

He doesn't respond, looking at you through brown warm eyes that reveal nothing. The pit in your stomach grows along awkward silence.

"It's cold outside, isn't it?" you attempt to make conversation, hating the silence. But you fail: he's still here, and regardless of his indifference, he doesn't leave.

Maybe it's the bit of alcohol from before, but you're standing over until you get close to his resting figure against the doorframe, the darkness of your room leaving his face, now barely lit by the light outside in the hallway. Joel's so close you can hear his breathing, and it surprises you the way it drags like a cigarette.

You feel confident for the first time, defiant even, tired of it all, like if it was his fault you loved him. You're sick of him viewing you like a naive kid who knows no better.

"Joel, why are you here?"

The lavender gets under his nose, his skin on fire. He looks at you again, but this time, the brown in his eyes darkens.

"Joel...?" you ask on a shaky breath.

Before you can register, there's warmth against your cheek. His fingers graze your face with an unspoken yearning on his fingertips, as he gently grabs your chin.

Your breath hitches, hand traveling to feel his on your face, to see if it's real and not a dream.

"Joel, what are you doing?"

He backs up, like your touch burns. And then looks at you, as if you're a stone on his shoe: just like all those boys back at the city, who have rejected you. You feel small, like crying.

"M' sorry" and walks out of your room, his scent up your nose. His limping figure walks down the hallway that now looks longer. You don't realize how long you've stared until you hear your father ask downstairs where was he.

It's like he was never there.

It was spring when he first kissed you.

It's funny how you still came back home after such disastrous holidays.

Joel stayed for the rest of the holidays, including Christmas and New Years, and when he hugged you in the living room full of guests, you had to pretend his fingers hadn't hold you differently before. You both lied your way out, and when you left, for the first time, you felt relieved, which is why it took some convincing from your father to make you return for spring.

"You couldn't miss this" he insists, "it's the best time to visit the cabin"

And you have to agree: a small cabin by the lake that your parents bought when they first moved in to town, a place you spent most of your childhood. Your father taught you how to fish there, and ever since, even as you moved away for college, you came back to do so, a tradition kept intact despite the years.

Your mom looks at you from the rear view mirror. "He wouldn't stop talking about it, afraid you wouldn't join us this year" your dad hushes her, embarrased, "oh! Don't act like you didn't"

Truth is, you'd still come: you miss the green tickling your bare feet, the cold water, and the sun kissing your skin as you lay outside. It's a lie you don't wait all year to leave the cold city and embrace the blooming spring.

"I wouldn't miss it for anything, dad" you lay against the car's door, closing your eyes as you smile. He doesn't say anything, yet with the way your mom giggles, you know he probably got teary or something―your sappy old man.

The car stops, the cabin in front of you. You feel like crying, so many memories flooding you. Alright, you're being sappy just like your dad, but it's been a hard semester and you missed your family.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you something" he says as you get out. The small denim short rides up as you stretch, your legs numb from the trip.

"Yeah?"

A car honks from behind. You jump, loosing balance as you trip. "Ow!" you land on the grass, embarrasingly so.

"C'mere" you look up, the sun blinding his face. "Lemme help ya', sugar"

The nickname feels like a slap to your face, so you stay there stupid, body stiff as you raise up, Joel's face flooding your field of vision.

"That's what I forgot to tell you" your dad laughs, "or who"

You're not laughing. Joel Miller is here and it's ruines your trip.

"Well, you should've" you took his hand just for the show, because you know your mom is observant. If there was an electric rush, you must've imagined it, just as the way his hands fall to his sides, twitching.

Over the next couple of days, you try to ignore him as much as you can, pretending your spring hasn't changed: fishing, laying down, sun and baths.

"Hey"

Your sun glasses rest on your nose as you raise from your spot, laying on a towel on the grass as you sunbathe.

"What'd want, Joel?" your tone is icy, contrasting the warmer climate.

"M' going to the lake" he mumbles, then stays silent. It's almost as if he's waiting for you to answer.

"Okay?" you lay down again, "have fun"

"Y'r dad said you'd teach me" he raises a fishing row.

You groan in annoyance, getting up from your spot, "why doesn't he do it?"

"Said y'r the best" then coughs, "besides, I think him and your momma needed some time alone..."

You walk past, shoulder brushing against his. You've never been this childish before, but your anger fuels your emotions: rage when you see him and remember how the warm of his touch turned cold in seconds.

You arrive at the small dock, sitting on the rather hot wood. You don't flinch, trying to prove nothing. Joel sits next to you and makes a face at the burning sensation.

"What?" you mock, venom dripping from your tone, "can't handle some heat?"

He just scoffs, passing the row to you with a little more force than necessary.

Your petty revenge is splashing his shirt, damping the cotton with the lake's water.

"I'm sorry" you apologize, feigning an innocent tone, "wanted to freshen up"

"Thought ya could handle the heat" Joel grumbles.

Then he curses under his breath, taking the shirt off and tossing it to the side.

You take in now shirtless body, admiring the strong muscles, broad shoulders and sturdy back. He sits next to you, his belly pushing just above the seam of his shorts. You recoil, almost as if heat radiated off his body, your cheeks burning. Your hands tremble as you hold the row, and it takes every strength of you to not succumb to the dangerous view; it's all too tempting.

"Y'r gonna teach me or what?" he breaks your train of thoughts, his voice so low, as if you were a little animal he was trying not to scare off, "just gonna stare? Ain't y'r daddy taught ya some manners?"

A current shoots through your body and looses itself in the middle of your legs.

You divert your gaze, ashamed. "Don't know what you're talking about"

"Liar" but it's so soft, it sounds more like an observation than an accusation.

"Drop it, Joel" you focus on the water but you know your mind is elsewhere.

"Sugar..."

You feel like throwing up. Why after ignoring you is he calling you like he used to? When he was your favorite person in the world and you were his. He used to hold you close, but now acts like your touch is poisoned. Joel confuses you too much; he's got you feeling like screaming at the sky.

"I said drop it, Joel" you seethe, "you may be old, but you're not deaf"

"And you may be young" his fingers remove the glasses from your face, your wary eyes in exhibit, "but y'r too bold"

They stay there, on your face, his rough fingertips touching your soft sun-kissed skin.

You don't know why you do it, but you do.

You get up, your legs on his face. Until then, you don't realize how close you two were.

"I'm not bold, Joel" you whisper, "I'm scared"

And then you jump.

The world reduces to a blur, body as light as a feather. The sensation of falling is familiar and you don't know why.

It's barely a second, like a blink.

The cold water hitting your body brings you back to reality.

You can't see, it's all dark. But you feel free: you may be underwater, but over him.

You feel like you got the upper hand, but then the water starts moving and a huge splash next to you makes you look back.

Joel jumped too.

"What are you doing?!" you shout.

What are you doing to me? What do you want from me? What will you do to me?

"Takin' a splash" he answers, like it's obvious.

"You know what I meant" your tone is rather spiteful.

"And you had'a teach me" he's again in front of you, barely inches away, "so I guess we're both dissapointed we didn't get what we wanted"

There's water dripping from his hair, falling to his face. Water drops adorn his eyelashes, warm eyes deeper than ever, and you feel like drowning even as your body floats.

"And what do you want?" you challenge, the question implying only so much.

His lips clash into yours, hungry like a wolf. Your hands immediately grip his neck for support as his tongue forcefully gets inside of you, water droplets filling your taste buds. You gasp for air, all of your body pressed against his.

"That answer y'r question?" tone defiant, as if he's also a player on this game that's just started.

You just don't know yet how much you've got to loose.

It was summer when he became yours.

You'd never anticipated coming back home as much as now.

The lingering feeling of his scruffy beard against yours, back pressed against the walls of the shed at midnight while he devoured your lips in a hungry kiss has stayed with you since you left the cabin, trapped in the salt air. Now you're coming back for more, butterflies in the low of your belly as you remember his words:

"When y'get back, I'll have ya' a surprise"

You park at your house, searching for the keys under the rug, but they aren't there. You knock to no answer, so you call your dad and mom, only for both of the calls to go directly to voicemail. Yes, you came a day earlier than planned, but your parents are always home the week you arrive, so something must be going on.

Before you worry, a voice behind you says:

"Ain't nobody inside. Y'r folks went out"

It's Joel, looking as good as the last day you saw him. Just to taste him again, you were complaint on every single of his requirements, one being no contact. He claimed he didn't want to distract you back at college, and you didn't ask any more questions, afraid you'd press a wrong button and loose what felt like a dream.

"Really?" you walk out of your porch to where he is, resisting the urge to kiss him in the middle of your neighbourhood's street.

"Hmh" he nods, "said they ain't comin' back soon"

"They told you so?" you question, "why do I feel you had something to do with it?"

"Ain't do shit" he crosses his arms, the t-shirt sleeves making his arm muscles more prominent. He then coughs, "just recommended y'r dad a nice restaurant outside town. Maybe they'll be later than night, traffic is kinda packed at late"

You smile, "Joel?"

He doesn't look at you, "yes?"

You fail to suppress a giggle, "did you just get rid of my parents?"

"No" he answers, stern. "Now" he looks around, all doors closed, "why don't 'cha come inside? Sun is hittin' hard"

He's a terrible liar.

As soon as you enter his house, you can't believe you've never been there before, visits usually in your house.

It's exactly what you expected: a simple and sober decoration that hides a welcoming feeling somewhere. There's something else you notice: the lack of pictures.

"Make yourself comfortable" he says, coughing, looking akward all of a sudden. You want to laugh and coo his now insecure demeanor, shy in your present. If he seemed sure before, he doesn't anymore. "I''ll get ya' some water"

"Joel?" your voice comes out low, equalling a purr. His cock twitches in his pants at the way you call him.

"Yes?" he swallows, adam's apple bobbing.

"I hope you didn't bring me into your house just for a glass" then you sit on the couch, the small short you're wearing riding up your thighs. "Besides, I'm not thirsty"

He doesn't move, almost as if he's lost the ability to react; in a trance.

"What do you want?" voice deep, like he'd give you anything you ask.

"Have you forgot already, old man?" you quip. "You promised me something" even if your voice is steady, your fingers tremble when you start un-buttoning your shirt, "and I'm waiting for it"

If he could drool like a dog, he would. He slowly gets closer to you, until he's towering over your sitting figure.

"Ya' think it's funny tempting me like that, sugar? Playing with an old fuck as me like that?"

You whimper, resolve melting quickly. "N-no" you feel ashamed, hand ready to button yourself again until his hand grabs yours, stopping you from doing so.

"I'm sorry, sugar" he raises your body swiftly, making you stand up. "Actions have consequences, and I'm gonna teach ya' some"

When his lips land on yours, you feel you've reached heaven again. His mouth easily know your roads, traveling to every spot he can to deepen the kiss. He eats you out like he's starved, sweat starting to pool in your foreheads. He grabs you by the waist, pulling your closer if possible, your chest clashing against his pecs. His heart hammers against you, and that's all you hear aside your raggedy breaths and famished clashing. You grab his hair again, feeling the soft texture under your fingers. Joel moans against your lips when you bite his, something a friend told you to do, and it's proven to work.

"Where'd you learn that, huh?" you taste like strawberries, the proof on his now coated shiny lips and your disheveled gloss. His grip turns stronger, "thought ya' were innocent, little vixen"

"I still am" you avoid his gaze, and even if his hold falters, when you look again into his eyes, there's a flame burning in them. "But I want you to have it, Joel"

"Sugar-" starts, condescending.

"Don't" you immediatly cut him off. "I'm an adult, I know what I want"

"I just want ya' to be sure" but his cock is already hard, "don't want ya' to regret it"

"I could never regret you, Joel" you whisper.

He picks up your body, that despite the years, is still as strong as ever. He goes up the stairs, looking at you so lovingly, you feel like anything is possible.

Maybe this is how it feels like.

He softly drops you onto the mattress, that dips under your weight. You place yourself against the bed head, and when Joel gets in, it creaks.

"I'm gonna make ya' feel so good, sugar. I promise" he slurs, "Now be a good girl and open up for me"

Your part your legs, and he's taking down your shorts until your lingerine is exposed. With wandering fingers, he traces your inner thights, delighted at the way you squirm under his touch. He then travels to your pussy, the clothe the only thing separating him from your bare cunt.

"Has anyone eat ya' down here before?" he can smell your arousal, seeing the wet spot in the middle of your panties. He's salivating at the fresh meal. You deny, embarrased, but he seems content at that, "those dumb college boys haven't treated you right? Then lemme show y'how a real man's supposed to eat ya'"

He strips you off your panties, landing somewhere on the floor. You shudder at the sudden breeze on your bare core.

"Already drippin' for me?" he softly laughs, "we ain't even started"

He dives down, the rough of his facial hair sending tickles through your body. He gives a small lick at first, as if testing. When you let out a small moan, he feels invencible. He keeps the ministrations going, more cute sounds escaping your lips. He wants to hear more of them, addicted to the sound, heat pooling when he remembers he's the one causing them.

"Liking it, sugar?" he stops to ask, his voice provoking more vibrations that hit your core in a pleasant way.

"D-don't stop" you plead in the middle of a whine.

He eats you like a madman. Slurping and sloshing sounds bounce off the walls, your hands gripping his greying locks tightly as his face pushes further into your puffy heat, sucking on the sensitive clit. With his filthy mouth, he takes on of the lips on his mouth, robbing a loud groan out of you.

"Your pussy, God" his breath fans against it, "tastes so good, sugar, sweet like you" he licks more, making it get wetter. You didn't know you had that in you, nothing compared to when you tried to touch yourself back at your dorm, too ashamed to try anything else.

He groans against your heat, sending another wave of pleasure through your body.

He then gets up, showing you his thick digits like one shows something new to a baby, "guess what?" you have no idea, and your innocent doe eye'd gaze makes him squirm at the thought of being the first to touch untainted territories (in many ways).

"M' gonna finger you baby, okay? I promise's gonna feel good" Joel assures as he slowly inserts one of his fingers. You arch your back as you felt his fingers in your warm walls. He then puts another, thick fingers in and out of your pussy, your arousal dripping down his wrist. You squirm and whine, thighs shaking at the intensity of the pleasure he was giving you. There's a weird tension happening down there. "J-Joel" you pant, "I feel-" 

"Let it go, sugar" he doesn't stop, "I'm here for ya' and y'r sweet cunt"

Liquid soon gushes out. "Fuck" he curses. You shy away and looking everywhere but his eyes. 

"Feels good?" you nodded incoherently, "wanna feel even better?"

He gets rid of his pants, the silhoutte hard under his underwear. You gulp, afraid you might not take it.

"Joel..." you call his name, hesitant. Fuck, he's so horny he could care less if he's too big for your first.

"We'll go slow" he leans forward to kiss your forehead, "I know'll take it"

"O-okay" you're still not sure and a bit afraid, but you want him, so you surrender to him.

You feel something heavy go inside your folds. You look down to see his enormous cock sliding in between your tight walls, the skin glistening in your slick,round tip leaking with his precum.

"Tell me" he's soft on you, despite what you're doing, "I'll stop if it hurts"

It does. It burns: how your cunt tries to adapt to his girth, stretching in a painful but delicious feeling.

"N-no" your voice comes out strained, drops of blood falling into the sheets, "keep going"

"Such a greedy thing are ya'?" Joel laughs, truly laughs, the rich sound coming deep from his chest, "what would daddy say?"

"Shut up" you bite, holding onto his shoulders for stability. Please, don't let me fall.

Half way in, he pulls out before diving back in, helping you adjust to his size slowly. Your eyes are trained on the way his cock disappears inside your leaking pussy.

"Should'I keep goin'?" he asks.

"K-keep going" you say softly, and with that, he gently starts inching into you.

"Good girl" he coos.

His cock stretches out your virgin hole perfectly, like it was meant for him. He feels himself melting at the sight of you, something to worry about later. Not now, when your breath hitches as he fills you up. Your cunt fit snug around his length, like you were made for him.

Joel drops his head on your shoulder as he fully entered you, tired, his energy not as much as when he was young. Beads of summer sweat shimmer in your bodies, as not only that but the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his dick make you warm.

Joel takes in a moment to see the mess he's made of you: parted lips, shut eyes, nails digging on his neck. You were deep in pleasure: because of him. His dick twitches at that, and inside of you, it makes you whimper.

"M' gonna start movin', 'kay? Tell me if it's too much"

His weight presses over your body before starting to pull out and push back in. The thrusts start slow, soon picking up a rhytmic pace. Joel grips your hips with his rough big hands, to then start fucking into you.

"Mhm" you whine.

"Mhm, what? Use your words, sugar"

"I-it feels so good, Joel" despite the pain, despite the doubts, the haze is so envolving, he's made of you a moaning mess, drunk in pleasure; the feeling of him inside of you has you seeing stars.

"Y-you feel good too, baby" he pants, your pussy gushing at each thrust. He starts going harder, making you scream.

"Who you belong to, sugar?" his hot breath pours in your ear, "say it"

"You, Joel" you whisper the answer like a sacred oath, "Just you. I'm all yours"

Before you can say anything else, his dick touches a spot within you. Such a sweet spot, that has you moaning and feeling something unlike anything you've experienced before: it washes over you as you clamp down on him. You hear yourself cry, voice barely recognizable. Your vision goes blurry, then mind blank.

Joel groans with your pretty cries of pleasure, watching the way your cunt milks his cock, drooling with your juice.

"Such a nice girl for me, sugar. Did so well" he whispers, and a dark tought crosses his mind. He feels dirty, taking advantage of your age and naivety, your figure still half-gone, "think you want me, all of me?"

You nod, still out of your mind, and before you can process the real meaning of his words, hot stripes of his seed plaster your walls, coating each inch of you. Joel presses his lips into yours to shut your moans, kissing you hard.

"You good?" you can only nod, still in shock, the events dawning over you. "Don't worry, I'll buy ya' a pill before your folks come back"

The sun shines outside; there's still time. You just wonder how much.

It was autumn when he said I love you.

Yellow and orange leaves fall in the roads not taken as you've fallen for Joel.

Ever since summer, you've been waiting for the next time to see him: sleeping with him being the last thought, touching yourself to his voice on your mind, drawing hearts in the bylines of your notes. His figure, first a dream, then a fleeting hope and now a high you need to feel once again, because you can't let go of the way he fucked you, your cries of pleasure, how your walls stretched for him and the way he held you that afternoon and the next nights you escaped your house, crossing the street under the moonlight, hiding as a criminal.

But you'd do anything to feel him, his heart beating against your chest like it was yours to bear. You need to see him, so you're doing the most stupid choice of your life.

There's a pause after you knock, and then Joel opens his door.

"Sugar!" he looks surprised, then angry and finally scared. "The fuck you doin' here? Ain't you supposed to come 'til winter?"

"I couldn't wait" you whine in desperation, clinging onto him like a koala. You'd searched for something, anything, that smelled like him back at the city, but even his flannel shirt you'd stolen had started to loose its smell.

He looks around, "do your-"

"No" you pause, "they don't know I'm here"

He curses under his breath, realizing just how much you're deep in this. He's fucked: fucked because he'll comply even if he knows this has to stop.

"I have the keys" you pick the dirt under your nails, a nervous habit of yours, "for the cabin"

Joel remembers last spring, how he ate you inside the walls of the shed, wishing for more. More came the next summer, and now you're hear again, looking at with with that look he hates: like you'd burn the world just to keep him warm.

"How'd you do that?"

"Took them last summer" you reveal your plan all along, "just in case" yet you had already made your mind before leaving town.

"Damn it, sugar" he's speechless, "you're fucking crazy"

You giggle despite the uneasiness creeping up, "just for you, Joel"

He takes you to the cabin on his car, yours already there. And you'd walked to his house? You have indeed, lost your mind.

"What're we supposed to do?" he thinks out loud.

You groan, "I don't know, Joel. But I didn't drive miles just for you to stand there"

He can't lie and say he hasn't thought about you: your lashes, soft when closed; the way his room still smelled like you even after two weeks of your parting, or how the sun seemed to highlight all your perfect spots. He even thinks of you on his bathroom while he grabs his dick, fucking himself to the memorized song of your moans and uneven breaths as he pulled in and out of you.

"Then get inside" he's demanding, and your panties wet at the tone and the voice you missed so much, "it's cold out'ere"

As soon as you close the door, he's grabbing your face with force, that it almost seems like two people fighting, not two who missed each other.

"Joel" you mumble, breathless.

"Missed ya' so much, sugar" he confesses against your lips. A trail of saliva hangs; silver of hope. "It was killin' me"

"I missed you too, Joel" you deepen the kiss, tears threatening to spill from the corner of your eyes. "Couldn't stop thinking about you"

"Yeah?" he sits on the living room's couch, creaking under the sudden weight. "Tell me what that pretty head of yours was thinkin'"

"You" in a heartbeat, and you see his gaze go from dark to something else, lurking behind; you're scared to find out what it is.

Joel motions you to come over. You take your shoes and pants off, siting on his lap.

"Yeah-?" his voice falters, "tell me what"

"How our names sound together, how pretty you are..." you wander. "I also thought about you, all of you, inside of me"

"Watch that filthy mout of yours, sugar" he chastises but there's no anger behind his reprimand, "one summer bouncing on my cock an' y'r already a needy slut"

You whine at his words, rubbing yourself against his tight.

"D-don't" he undoes his belt and jeans, leaving only his underwear. Your desperate fingers pull them down, revealing his already pulsating cock, "don't tease this ole' man and just do the real thing"

He lets you use him, his hips rocking forwards despite his creaking bones, your swollen clit dragging against his pelvis. He sees your face, how you bite your lip as you test your needs, fucking yourself while you ride him. He lets you because: one, he's old and tired, and two, he wants to see you until he's memorized every small detail of your face. He lets you edge yourself close, crying as you feel it coming, but then he plants his feet onto the wooden floor, his boots making a hollow sound that echoes through the walls, the only other sound aside your cries, and thrusts his length up into you.

You yelp at the sudden sensation of his cock inside of you again.

"Think I'd let ya' have it all?" he mocks, "need to fuck y'r pretty pussy too; gotta have it for myself. Would ya' let me?"

You can't deny him anything.

"Yes, Joel" his hands immediatly grab your hips with a pressure so strong, you fear there'll soon be a bruise there. His cock buries fully within you. The air fills with a strong scent, just your moans and his grunts bouncing off the walls, soon warming up from the cold, the crease of his eyebrow pronounced as he realeases, coating your folds with his cum.

"God, sugar" he sounds a bit embarrased, "look at you, makin' me cum so fast"

But he's too enamoured by the sight of you on top of him, still riding him despite his quick orgasm, so he cups your face gently, the beads of sweat on your forehead falling into his hand. He feels more alive than ever, like his life has just started. Oh, he can picture it: coming home to the smell of your food, kissing the absence of the day off your mouth, to then bend you over the counter. He wants so much more, but he knows it can't be, yet, he's far too gone to even think about turning around.

You lift your hips until his cock slips out of you, using your fingers to bring it back. His cum clings to your folds as you sink back down, hips barely lifting you back up before you keep him buried inside of you. He loves watching you slide down his length, slipping in and out of your puffy cunt as his cock softens. It pushes his cum back into your cunt, sticky over your clit as it drips to your thighs.

You did bring a pill this time, so you don't care of the mess his thick flood of cum that dribbles out of you has made on your pussy and his clothes.

"Fuck" you let out, sex-filled mind speaking up. "Don't ever leave me again"

"I won't" he answers hastily, then regrets it. But you don't know that.

Instead, numbness takes over your body, the events of last hours finally draining your body. Sleep settles in, and you nest your head on Joel's sweaty shoulder.

"Lemme take you to bed" you hear his half-drowned voice, carrying your body to the main bedroom.

Joel Miller was always a mystery to you: a man who seemed impossible to break, his world hiding behind a permanent scowl. It felt like his heart was locked, seemingly unbreakable, but where he was rough, his edges had softened for you.

He places you over the bed softly, dipping next to you. Joel's strong arms embrace you, pulling your tired figure closer. His face hides in your neck and his soft belly pushes against the curve of your back, all while he presses a soft kiss to it.

"I think I love you" he murmurs to no one in particular.

But you hear.

It was winter again, when he broke your heart.

Before the holidays, you'd drop by every other weekend. Cancelling plans, waiting for his call. For his grave voice to say Come over, and you'd speed up the brakes with an urgency only he had taught you.

You'd find yourself in the cabin, loosing track of time that rushed like a bottle of wine. Kissing until your mouth was swollen and the only thing that satisfied your hunger was his lips, fucking until sunrise and his bones ached. He'd then offer a tired smile, and you'd sing a soft tune in front of the fireplace while cuddling.

They say home is where the heart is. And it felt like one.

It was during one of those escapades that you showed up with your newest adquisition: a small cursive J just above your thigh, hiding under the plaid of your skirt.

It was your first fight. He shouted at you like he had never before, scolding you like a father would to a naive kid, the hatred you hadn't seen since he touched you that night a year ago, resurfacing.

"We're loosing ourselves" his voice cracked, sounding defeated. But then he'd suck the skin around it until it turned red.

The back and forth became the only thing keeping you alive, the need for his touch as addictive and destructive as a drug.

Which is why Christmas hadn't felt this jolly since being a kid.

You're back, and as you hug your dad and mom, you scour the place for his face: the one you've grown to yearn and love.

Your dad exchanges a glance with your mother and then looks at you weirdly before answering.

"He isn't coming; I thought you knew"

You don't care about the future explanations or the calls of your name, storming off and crossing the street to his place.

"Joel!" you shout, knocking desperately, "open the door!"

When you don't get an answer, you search for the spare key hiding under a pot in the porch. As you make your way inside, you spot Joel sitting in front of the fireplace, his eyes lost in the fire.

"Joel" you softly call his name. At that, he snaps, standing up. His eyes glow with the flames, circling in doubt.

"Sugar?" like he didn't expect you to actually search him on his absence, "what'd doing here?"

"I could ask you the same" you laugh, sardonically. "Don't know how I'll explain running off like that, so thanks, by the way"

"M' sorry"

The words fall heavy in the air, suddenly thick. Something tells you he isn't apologizing exactly for that.

There's something like guilt and fear simmering in his eyes. You think about all those times in the cabin, spring and autumn, and you're reminded of those three words he's said and you haven't. The realization hits you, and you're quick to reach him, grabbing his hand.

"Joel?" you call again. "I- I need to tell you something"

"So do I" but he sounds reluctant, "you go first"

"I don't know what's happening" your lip quivers, eyes glossy. God, he feels terrible, "but I want you to know that I love you"

He gasps, like you've slapped him across the face.

"No" he starts, pushing you away. He lets go of your hand, and the sudden cold hits you.

"I thought I still had time..." his shoulders slump in defeat, "guess I'm wrong"

"What do you mean?" anger and sadness flood your words.

"You can't love me" the words cut through you, and you're sick.

Sick of your rusting wheels that only move when he tells you to. Because that force, the dominance, Joel Miller seems to carry over the rest of the people, doesn't cut as deep as it cuts through you.

It's almost done with a benevolent authority, like he knows of said power and doesn't want to abuse it.

So now he's ordering you to stop loving him, like this year has meant nothing. Nothing.

"Love, funny word" your words carry rage, "do you even know what that means?" you try to hold back the tears in vain, "you don't, yet you say them so freely, like they mean nothing to you" he makes a surprised face, and you savour the pain reflected on his face, alike of yours. "Yes, I heard you, Joel. Y-you made me the happiest girl on the planet, but now I realize you're so full of shit"

You turn around, trying not to see his face, because you know that the more you look at him, the more seconds you add and the harder it would be to erase the memories you'll have to burn.

"Did you ever love me, Joel?" it pains you to whisper out loud.

"I love you, sugar" his voice is horse, like something had cut through it. "That's why I'm doing this"

"Are you, Joel?" you sigh, "if you loved me, wouldn't you want me to stay?"

"This won't end well" it's his answer, trying to reason, "I don't want to hold you back"

Coward. Asshole. Idiot.

Your tone is icy like the storm outside, "but it's already ended"

He's about to speak but you cut him off.

You can only smile. "I've given you everything and you took it. I really thought you were giving me your everything, but I realize now, that I know what you are. You don't need to hide it" he looks at you like it is you who's hurted him the most, "you're hard to love, Joel. But I tried"

He'll regret it. You know and you want to: you want him to feel the empty days blur with one another, that he remembers late at night what you had and he ended, so when he feels alone, the ghost of your free love haunts him with the happy days and sweet taste of your lips. Just then, he'll understand what your year of loving really meant.

You leave his house empty, a knife twisted in your heart. He's the only one who's got the key, and you know it will be long until anyone else can break it open.

But it's okay: if being with Joel was heaven, you'll happily burn in the flames of what's left.

[peachy-momos]

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭 ღ 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧

A/N: Here it is, back again! Sorry if any spelling/grammatical errors! MINORS DNI!

Pairing: Dilf!Reiner Braun x Reader

Warnings: Reader is fem bodied and goes by she/her pronouns. Big age gap. Reiner is your best friends dad. Lots and lots of teasing. The use of daddy and babygirl. Unprotected sex + creampie, vaginal sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving). Spanking with a belt. Reiner being himself even in old-ish man form

“So, tell me again why we’re going to your dad's house?” you held your phone to your ear with your shoulder, searching through your drawer to find a bathing suit. You pulled one out, but decided you would probably have to look for another one… just in case you met any hot guys on the beach town you were going with your best friend to.

“Because!” she sounded giddy, “I haven’t seen him in two years, and you’re not going home anyway. You promised you’d come with me.” pausing, you could hear her shut something loudly. “Annndddd  there’s a beach. Why would you say no to that?”

You giggled at her words, “I’m not saying no! I just needed to know more about it. Got anything planned?” you packed your suitcase, smiling against your phone, a month of being on the beach with your best friend? Sounds like heaven.

“Alright, I have to go. Dad’s calling!” she said her goodbyes and you hung up, grabbing more stuff to put in your suitcase. Making sure to pack the essentials, you hopped into the shower, throwing on a t- shirt and some shorts once you were done. It was still pretty early, and it would only take two hours to get there, at least that's what she told you.

Grabbing your keys and luggage, you left your apartment to start loading up your car. You made sure to save room for your friends luggage, hers would always be bigger than yours, she felt the need to overpack twenty-four seven.

“Hi!” she waved as you pulled up, her crop top riding up on her skin. You popped the trunk for her, and she shoved her luggage in with a small grunt, pressing the button to shut it before stepping in. Her hair was in two braids, sunglasses propped on her head.

“Someones ready to go.” you teased, putting the directions in your GPS.

“Duhhh. I miss my dad.” she propped her feet up on the dashboard. “You’ll love him. He’s such a big teddy bear.”

“I’m sure I will.” your eyes focused on the road, directions sounding off beside you. “From the pictures you’ve shown me, he's pretty hot too.” she scrunched her nose up, a noise of disgust making its way out of her as she batted at your shoulder with one hand. You batted back at her, “I’m just joking! He looks nice, I can’t wait to meet him.”

She hummed in agreement, closing her eyes to get some rest. You swore she was like a cat, sleeping anywhere and everywhere

The ride was fairly peaceful, traffic wasn’t bad due to it not being a major holiday, and you only had to make one stop for food. Houses of pastel blues, yellows, and greens sprouted up growing closer and closer together the closer you drove into the beach side town. You rolled your window down, letting the scent of the ocean breeze permeate your car.

Your friend woke up drowsily, just in time to tell you the code for the gated community her father lived in.

“What the hell does your father do for a living.” you asked her as you drove through the community, the houses grande and luxurious.

She yawned, “He works for some corporate office. The CEO is like rich or something, dad’s one of the higher ups.”

“Oh.” you hummed, parking by the sidewalk. The house was smaller than many of the others, but still large in comparison to the average house. Opening the door, you made quick work of stretching your legs, your mind registered the person weed whacking in the yard. His blonde hair stuck to his face, facial hair nicely groomed. Your eyes traveled lower, three buttons unbuttoned on his shirt, his sleeves were rolled up, khaki pants tight on his very muscular thighs. Veins bulged out of his arms, wristwatch further enhancing them. You had to force yourself to look away as he looked up, a wide grin on his face.

“Dad!” your friend eagerly bounded up to him, throwing her arms around his wide shoulders. He hugged her back, hands looking massive around her waist.

You felt guilt wash over you. How could you find your best friend’s dad hot? How fucked up were you to be wondering about how his large hands would feel around your neck, what his muscular body would feel like on yours, what his voice would sound like when he was-.

You snapped out of your haze when your friend called your name, introducing you to her father. Making your way to them, you formally introduced yourself, earning a handshake from a him, and a “Reiner Braun, nice to meet you.”

Your hands felt clammy, quickly retreating to wipe them on your shirt and get your luggage. Reiner stopped you, motioning for you to get inside and that he’d get your luggage. You smiled shyly, biting your lip subconsciously.

Watching him grab the luggage certainly didn’t do your brain any good, he was still strong even in his older age, being able to carry two suitcases and an additional bag from his daughter. You scurried into the house, him showing you where you’d be staying and telling you that dinner would be ready within the next hour.

You swore you could feel the heat of his eyes lingering on you for a little too long, the shorts you wore were riding up on your ass, the fleshy meat hanging out ever so slightly. You turned around to see him already walking down the stairs, putting it off as a random feeling.

After unpacking, you went downstairs to sit with Reiner and your friend to eat dinner.

“So,” he started, cutting into his steak. “Do you have a boyfriend yet, sweetheart?” he asked your friend, and she rolled her eyes.

“No. Neither of us do.” she grumbled, and Reiner cocked an eyebrow. You joined in, “Yeah, stupid college boys or whatever.” shrugging, you took a bite, and your friend spoke once again. “That pretty much sums it up.” you chewed, nodding at her words.

Reiner hummed, swallowing. “You’re both pretty girls, you’ll find someone soon enough.” you smiled shyly at his words, your best friend speaking a cheerful “Thanks dad.”

“Thanks for the dinner, Mr. Braun.” you were washing off your dish, helping to clean up after dinner.

“It’s no problem sweetheart.” you shivered,  hoping he didn’t notice. The nickname he gave both you and his daughter should not be this hot. He spoke again, “Call me Reiner. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

You smiled, wiping your hands off. “I loved it Mr. Braun.” calling him by his first name is a no-no, this wasn’t your territory, and by the way it made you bite your lip, you knew it led to other things in your mind. You passed by him, deciding to go straight to bed due to the long day you’ve had.

“Call me if you need anything.” he called up the stairs, and you let out a noise of acknowledgement, shutting the door behind you.

The next few days were spent hitting up the beach, the warm sun on your body washing out all the stress you held due to your hectic school life. Reiner’s eyes would catch on the dip of your cleavage in your swimsuit for a split second, before he coughed, sending you on your way.

At first you didn’t catch it, but after almost a week of it happening, you finally caught on. One night you got up to get a drink of water, passing Reiner’s room in the process. Soft noises flowed out of his room, and you not so innocently pressed your ear against his door, vaguely making out some grunts, and the phrase of  “Fuck babygirl, yeah thats it. Cum on daddy's cock.”

You bit your cheek, clit throbbing. Deciding you don’t need water after all, you sprinted to your room lightly, closing the door and pleasuring yourself to how he would feel inside of you. You shouldn’t feel like this, his eyes taking in the curve of your tits, hips, and the plump flesh of your ass burned into your mind. The soft touches of his fingers on your lower back as he walked behind you. The way he looked when he was only wearing grey sweatpants, no shirt, as he stood outside your room asking if you needed anything. You wore a skimpy tank top and too short shorts, his eyes lingering on you for longer than you thought they would. You came with a quiet whimper, mind buzzing of Reiner and only Reiner.

He knocked on your door that morning, unaware of what you were doing last and what you heard last night. “Breakfast is ready if you want any.”

“I’ll be down in a minute.” you said, getting up to make sure you looked nice enough for your liking. After some pampering, you made your way downstairs, Reiner was in a suit, grey tie matching his silver watch.

“Looks delicious.” you smiled, and your friend sipped her coffee beside you.

“Glad you girls like this old man's cooking.” he checked his watch, leaning over to lace his shoes.

“You’re not old, dad.” your friend set her coffee down, looking at Reiner with pursed lips.

He shrugged, “I have a daughter in college, I’m pretty old.”

You chimed in quietly, “Mr. Braun, you’re like forty-five at most, that’s not old.”

Smiling, he got up, adjusting his cufflinks. “I’m close enough, forty-one. See you girls tonight, have a nice day.”

Your friend rolled her eyes, poking her tongue out between her lips. “I’ve been meaning to buy a new swimsuit.” she mentioned, “Do you want to come?”

“Yeah sure, I needed an extra anyway.” the cogs turned in your head, a perfect excuse to buy a slutty bathing suit that could cause Reiner to crack. You bit your lip, getting up to go wash your plate and get ready.

The next day was Reiner’s day off of work, a perfect day to present your new swimsuit to him.

“Mr. Braun.” you piped up as he was taking his shirt off. “Could you put sunscreen on my back?” mentioning that your friend was in the cabana, setting up a pool floatie.

“Sure sweetheart,” he hummed, coming up behind you to grab the sunscreen. “It’ll be no problem.” Reiner squirted the sunblock in his hands, starting to rub at your shoulders. You sighed under his touch, every muscle relaxing. He squeezed more, and instead of going to your back he went to your feet and thighs, eventually coming up to lightly squeeze at your ass, making you gasp softly. It was the most gentle squeeze, but it sent shockwaves through your body, the cold lotion landed on your back, breaking you out of your haze. Reiner pressed his palms into your back, fingers skimming the underside of your swimsuit top.

His fingers caused your skin to erupt in goosebumps, nipples hardening. You shivered, and he hummed quietly, one finger skimming your skin, coming to pinch at your nipple through the cloth. You squeezed your thighs together to alleviate the pressure, making him groan softly. He dipped his fingers underneath your top, squeezing at both nipples under the fabric.

“Mmm… Reiner.” you sighed, jumping as the cabana door creaked in the background. He made it look like he was rubbing more sunscreen at your back, your friend coming out with the floatie.

“That took forever. I’m so sorry!” she apologized, Reiner closing the sunscreen bottle to toss it to her.

“It’s no problem, don’t worry about it.” you smiled, and she set the floatie down. “Your dad helped me with the sunscreen, but I can do yours if needed.” turning to face her, she shook her head yes, and Reiner excused himself to the bathroom, awkwardly shuffling away.

You motioned her over, biting your lip at what just happened. The teasing game was on, Reiner had no excuse as he started it. Squeezing the tube, you applied sunscreen to her back, lost in thoughts of Reiner and what you’d do to him.

Game on, now it was your move.

He knew you were staring at him like he was to you. He knew you saw him in a way as more than your friend’s dad. He knew.

That night at dinner, you decided to move past him in a tight corridor, pressing your chest against him. “Sorry,” you murmured, “ ‘s tight squeeze.” you bit the inside of your cheek as his breath hitched, walking off with a small smirk.

Reiner came to sit at the table later than you and your friend did, excusing himself due to having to use the bathroom.

You eyed him knowingly, eating your dinner in silence.

He cleared his throat, speaking up. “We’re going to dinner next week with my boss. Hopefully you girls packed some nice clothes.”

Your friend nodded, and you smiled. “We did, just in case.” chewing, you hummed, you did pack nicer clothes… but you’d have to go shopping, your dress was nowhere near the level it needed to be.

Before going to bed, Reiner knocked at your door like he did the week before. “It’s open.” you sing-songed, He opened the door, clad in pajama pants that hung low on his hips, showing the v line that ran down him. Even being in his early forties he was toned with muscle, shoulders broad. He was thick, built like a tree.

“Need anything?” his voice was low, and you shook your head.

“Thanks though,” you paused, saying the next words under your breath. “Daddy.”

His lips twitched, eyebrows arching. “Alright. Don’t hesitate to ask me.” he shut the door behind him, and you swallowed thickly. He had to hear it, the twitch in his lips showed he did. You had to stop the teasing by dinner next week, you don’t know if you could take it for much longer than that.

“What do you think?” you stepped out of the dressing room, the tight dress hugging every curve of your body.

“You look great, if there are any hot guys at the restaurant they're sure to see you.” your friend smiled, and you nodded. There definitely was a hot guy at the restaurant, and your dress was sure to help push him to the breaking point.

“Great, I’ll get it then.” you hummed, moving closer to her so she could unzip it for you. Changing back into your everyday clothes,  you checked the dress out, thoughts swirling in your head.

⚜

Your heels clicked on the floor, hands fiddling with your dress material. Checking yourself in the mirror, you took a deep breath, relaxing your shoulders, deciding to go out of the bathroom.

“Hey! Dad’s waiting for us at the table, I’ll show you where it is.” she chirped, grabbing your hand.  Guiding you to the table you saw Reiner and an older blonde man, faced adorned with a scruffy beard and glasses.

“This is my boss, Zeke. Zeke, this is my daughters friend.” Reiner said, and you introduced yourself, sticking your hand out. Zeke shook it, giving you a once over.

“Nice dress.”

“Thank you.” you smirked, leaning over to sit in your chair. The sides of Reiners lips twitched as you leaned over, cleavage on display. Acting like you didn’t see, you sat down in your chair next to your friend, Reiner sitting next to Zeke.

“You guys on summer break or something?” Zeke asked, pulling his lip between his teeth, checking your friend out discreetly.

“Yeah,” she hummed, biting her lip softly.

Reiner looked straight at you, eyes dark with his arms crossed. “They have another two weeks here.” he added, your skin erupting with goosebumps at the low tone of his voice.

He knew what you were doing, and it seemed that he was being strung up right along with your plan. “Honestly, I was thinking of staying here for a bit longer.” you shrugged, looking right back at him. “My parents live across the country, and I can’t afford a plane ticket to go see them, plus I don’t want to go home yet.”

Your friend looked at you, raising her eyebrows. “You do?” she asked happily. You nodded in response, trying to graze how Reiner would react. His expression was blank, but his jaw flexed, making your eyes dart to the side.

Truth be told, you weren’t super happy about having to stay at your friend’s house with her father when you first got the news. It would be awkward, you’d never met, and here his daughter had her friend staying at her house when they’re grown adults? The thought made you cringe, you had only seen one picture of him where he was wearing sunglasses, doing a normal dad pose. “Such a fun summer.” you thought sarcastically. But now here you are, willing to stay for a couple more weeks all because of your friend's hot dad.

You took a sip of your water, Zeke continued chatting with your friend, making her giggle. This night could go two ways, your friend would either be a) hooking up with her dad’s boss, or b) eventually hooking up with her dad's boss.

The tension between you and Reiner was thick, the air felt suffocating as he bore holes into you, and you took another sip of your water, hoping to quench the sudden dryness in your throat.

“What would you all like to start out with?” the waiter asked, snapping you out of your haze, and Zeke and your friend out of their conversation.

You all ordered, Zeke and Reiner both got beer, which surprised you due to their fancy attire and the restaurant Zeke took you to. They both got expensive dishes, which didn't surprise you. Speaking up, you spoke out your order, one of the cheapest items on the menu, making Reiner look at you with furrowed brows.

“You know I’m paying for this, right?” he crossed his arms, face deadpan.

“No, you’re not. I’ll stick with that, please.” you looked at the waiter, and Reiner spoke up.

Reiner must've heard you contemplating between the two dishes you wanted to order, one was much more expensive than the other, and you didn’t want to spend all of Zeke’s (or your, depending on who’s paying) money. He ordered what you wanted, giving the menus back to the waiter. “I’m paying for it.” he huffed, and that was final.

During dinner, you managed to drop your fork on the floor, Reiner brushing his hand on yours as you both reached down to get it. You gave him a lopsided smile, pulling the fork up. Brushing your hand on the fabric of your dress, Reiner going back to eat quietly.

Your friend continued to chat with Zeke, and it seemed he enjoyed the attention, his eyes skimming over her body as he licked his bottom lip.

Sighing, you put your hand on your cheek. The teasing games continued, Reiner failed to do anything, and although you were confident, you didn’t want to press past the boundary. Would this ever have a conclusion?

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern etching into his features.

“Mm.” you thought about what to say, deciding to leave it vague. “It’s nothing, just some stuff has been happening recently.”

“Stuff?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah. Stuff.” you cut into your food, taking a bite. Reiner took that as a signal to leave the subject alone, although you could tell it was bothering him by the minute. ‘Would he ask you about it again?’ was the main priority of your thoughts. There was nothing wrong with teasing and leaving things vague, but you had an ache only he could fill. The fire in your loins burned only for him, and his teasing act only set it more ablaze.

Excusing yourself to go to the bathroom, you took a breather to calm yourself down.

⚜

Reiner did absolutely nothing, your disappointment was evident on your face as you left the restaurant. Your friend lucked out though, she would be going to see Zeke on one of the following days, saying “sorry to leave you alone with my dad but…”. You already knew it was coming, she had been luckier than you, she had scored while you didn’t.

“You look great.” she wore a tight fitting top and some jeans, the date seemingly more casual than the restaurant he took all of you to. It had been a few days since going out, the air tense around you and Reiner, your friend oblivious through it all.

“Thank you!” she said cheerily, grabbing some jewelry to place on herself. Admittedly, you were jealous. Your fire hasn’t died down in the couple days filled with tension. Zeke was attractive, but he wasn’t the man you desired.

Whenever you would see Reiner, you’d walk the other way or right past him with a blank expression and no words coming out of your mouth. His face was firm, almost in a scowl. It’s his fault you were upset, and he knew it. You wondered if he internally cursed himself for not acting upon his needs, he sure seemed upset, but of course only for you to see.

Dinner was an obstacle you had to overcome, your answers were short and sweet instead of chatty and defined like they usually were. It was amazing how your friend stayed oblivious to it all, but you guess there’s other pressing matters taking over her thoughts. Maybe going back home wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

“I’ll call you after.” she winked at you, grabbing your keys due to you allowing her to use your car.

“Have fun! Be safe, make sure he wears a condom.” you singsonged, smiling as she shut the door behind her.

Making your way to your room to sulk about how your life was, you were stopped by Reiner.

“What do you want?” your brows furrowed as he placed a hand on your shoulder. Your lips morphed into an angry, thin line.

Reiner was silent, only speaking when you went to remove his hand and move past him. “I’m sorry.” he said quietly.

“Sorry for what? You have nothing to be sorry about.” you turned your head, biting your lip to stop you from saying anything else.

“I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you lately. Let me make it up to you. I know the perfect spot on the beach.” his voice was barely a whisper, his eyes desperate and pleading.

“I don’t know.” you bit your lip harder, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.

He squeezed your shoulder, pleading with you once again.

“Fine.” you murmured, his grip on your shoulder releasing. Making your way upstairs, you mentally picked out your outfit. Knowing Reiner and his wealth, you’d most likely be going to some upscale seafood restaurant. Once you were finished, you padded downstairs, Reiner was clad in a long sleeved button up, jeans, and a nice belt.

“You look pretty.” his hands shifted in his pockets awkwardly, his loose fitting shirt tucked in his pants.

“Thanks.” you were just as awkward, sweat resting on your brow.

He grabbed his keys, opening the front door.

⚜

Reiner took you to a restaurant on the beach, sitting next to you on one of the stools they set on the wooden dock. Reiner ordered a beer as always, giving you time to look over the menu and see what you want. You ordered a virgin strawberry margarita, hoping for the sweetness to help jolt your nerves back to their normal state.

“Thank you.” you grabbed the drink, taking a sip. Reiner was looking at you in silence, his adams apple bobbing in his throat. “What?” you asked, staring back at him.

He cleared his throat, “Nothing.” you furrowed your brows in response, and he spoke again. “I don't deserve this.” he sighed, looking at his beer.

“Reiner.” you spoke softly, any anger you still held dissipating. “You’ve been single for a long time. You’re handsome, smart, kind. You deserve a lot more than you think.” your hand came to clasp his, his shoulders relaxing in response. He looked at you once more.

“Thank you.” his fingers twitched under your hand, a small smile playing on his lips.

You smiled in return, picking what you wanted from the menu. Reiner ordered for both of you, the dinner consisting of small talk with each other and the staff.

Reiner held your hand in his as you walked off the dock and onto the beach. He pulled you in close, hands finding your waist, swaying you to the music from the restaurant.

“You like Weezer, huh?” you smiled when he hummed along to the song, your words causing him to stop and chuckle.

“How’d you know?” his voice was low as he swayed you. “Thought they were a little old for a girl your age.”

“I’m not that young.” you rolled your eyes, smiling. “Or are you just old, old man?”

He pulled you in closer, angling his head down to press his lips firmly into yours. Your hands flew to pull at the collar of his shirt, reciprocating his kiss. Finally, after all the buildup he laid a hand on you. His lips were slightly chapped, tongue playing at the seam of your lips. You opened your mouth, lifting one of your hands to play with the soft hair on the back of his head.

“Let’s go find somewhere more private. People are staring.” you breathed the words once you pulled away, the customers on the dock peeking over their shoulders to look at you.

Reiner nodded, pulling away to fit his hand in yours. You walked along the beach, the waves splashing calmly along the shore. Breathing in the salty air, you set your head on Reiner’s shoulder, him humming as you did so.

There was shouting in the distance, college students surrounding a fire pit, chugging down alcoholic drinks. They played music on a radio, contrasting against the live music on the dock earlier.

Reiner pulled you off to the side, a more secluded area where you could still hear the music blaring. He wasted no time in kissing you, lips pressing fervently onto yours. Your body went slack against his as his hands traveled down your back to grope at your ass. Wrapping your arm around his shoulder, you pressed on the back of his neck with your hand, inviting him closer.

He grunted, picking your leg up to situate it at his hip so he could grind into you. Reiner’s hand squeezed at the fleshy orb of your ass, the other one holding your leg so you could remain balanced. Your dress bunched around your thighs, the flowy material thin and easy to take off if he so chooses. He ground his erection against your clothed clit, making you moan softly at the feeling.

“Let’s go,” you whispered as the music got closer, the group’s voices becoming louder and louder. Grabbing Reiner’s wrist, you ducked into some sort of stall, seemingly a changing room. Reiner pushed your chest into the wall, angling you so he could grind his erection between the dip of your ass just right.You felt yourself becoming wetter at the action, hands finding purchase on the bar in front of you.

“Take off your dress.” Reiner growled, working on unbuckling his belt. You took off your dress, the swimsuit you had bought just for him underneath. You could hear the questioning “hm?”  in his throat, and you turned around to look at him.

“Just in case.” you winked, moving back around, your arms untying your bathing suit top. Reiner’s pants fell to the floor with a dull noise, buttons being unbuttoned behind you. You turned around again to see him in his boxers, the hard imprint of his cock straining against the material. Christ, he was big, your mouth watered at the thought of him.

He pulled your bottoms down, snapping you out of your thoughts. His boxers followed suit, your heart raced at the sight of his cock bobbing against his stomach. It was even bigger than you thought, long and thick around the middle, head tinted a beautiful pink. Reiner sank to his knees to get a look at you, murmuring a “Fuck, you’re so beautiful baby.”

You whimpered in response, moving to get him closer to you. His fingers brushed along your slit, gathering the wetness. He opened you up delicately, staring at your clenching hole, finger teasing around it. “So pretty.” he spoke again, words quiet but going noticed. Your breath hitched in your throat as his finger was replaced by his tongue, he poked and prodded your hole, the fleshy muscle bringing delicate tears to your eyes.

Reiner lapped at your folds, moving on to circle your clit before tonguing it. Your wetness started to drip down your inner thighs, no doubt covering his chin and beard. He continued tonguing at your clit, pushing two fingers into you, groaning at the tightness around his fingers. Reiner rubbed his fingers against the spongy spot inside of you, making you moan.

The pace of his fingers picked up, tongue still working at your clit. The coarse feeling of his beard hair helped send you over the edge, cumming all over his mouth and chin with a soft cry of his name.

Reiner’s cock throbbed, twitching as he moved to stand on his feet again. His knees were sore, but he positioned himself along your slit.

“I’m on birth control.” you spoke before he entered you, “I’m assuming you’re clean?”

“Yeah.” He lined himself up, voice low as he pushed in, groaning.

You winced, body tensing. He was so big, you felt so full of him. “Oh f-fuck.” gasping, he stopped, letting you adjust to him. Once you gave him the okay, Reiner pushed further in, groaning as he bottomed out. His cockhead nustled against your cervix, making you squeeze your eyes shut, your heart throbbing in your chest.

“Fuck you’re tight.” he moaned, thrusting into you slowly. His hands grabbed your hips, and you squeezed him tighter in return.

“You can go faster…” you paused, whining as he pressed into the special spot that made you see stars.

Reiner squeezed your hips tighter, pistoning his hips into yours. Every groan, grunt, and moan of his had the knot in your stomach tightening. “Fuck daddy!” you whimpered as his hands found your clit, a feral growl leaving his mouth.

“Say it again.” his cockhead pressed that special spot again, and you cried out.

“Yes, daddy.” you bit your lip, and he pulled out to grab his belt. He looped it, hitting the flesh of your ass.

“Louder.” He slowed his pace.

“Oh my g-god daddy.” you moaned louder, lip quivering.

“Louder.” he hit your ass again, making you moan in pain.

“‘s good daddy! S-so good.”

Reiner dropped the belt ,instead choosing to return to his original pace. He dug his fingers into your hips, no doubt leaving bruises. You could already feel yourself getting sore, Reiner pummeling your cervix in just the right way. With a flick of his finger on your clit, and a press into your g-spot, you came hard.

“Jesus christ baby.” he groaned, falling onto you to cage you into the wall. With one final thrust and a twitch of his hips he spurt white ropes of cum into you. Reiner pulled out slowly, breath hitching as his cum slowly dripped out of you.

After a few moments he got up, moving to go clean himself up in the ocean. You sunk to the floor, legs heavy and jelly like.

“You okay? I didn’t go too hard on you did I?” he knelt down, stroking your cheek with his knuckle. Smiling woozily, you shook your head, making Reiner smile softly. He helped you up, picking you up to carry you bridal style.

“Thanks daddy.” you nuzzled into his chest, the heat radiating off of him making your whole body feel warm against the cold water he dipped you in.

Reiner washed you and himself off, stroking your hair softly. Once he was done, he got you both dressed, putting you into the passenger seat of his car where you promptly fell asleep.

⚜

Waking up in the morning was uncomfortable to say the least, you were sore, wincing as you got up to go downstairs to eat breakfast

“Look who's finally up.” Reiner teased, setting a plate of breakfast next to his.

“What time is it?” you said groggily, smiling when he placed a kiss on your lips. The action made your heart flutter, proving it wasn’t just a hookup.

“Ten thirty.” he handed you a cup of coffee, and you sipped the warm liquid, happy for a chance to pep up. “You feeling okay?” he spoke again, sitting down.

“Just a little sore.” speaking softly, you smiled around the bit of mug in your lips. “Thank you.”

“Take it easy today.” Reiner pat the top of your head, the knob of the front door jiggling. Your friend stepped through the door, hanging your keys on the hook.

“G’morning guys.” she smiled happily, Reiner taking his hand away from your head.

“How’d the date go?” you chewed on your food, looking over at her.

“Great! How’d it go here?” she pulled a chair out by you, head resting in her hands.

“Good.” Reiner piped up, taking a sip of his coffee. “We didn’t really do much, just went to the beach.”

You looked over at him, then your friend, and nodded, staying silent.

“I’m glad you guys had fun! Let’s go hit up some shops on the boardwalk today.” she smiled again, making you groan internally, but you agreed anyway.

Over the next few weeks your relationship with Reiner progressed, he’d take you anywhere he could, the couch, his bed, the shower, the kitchen counter, anywhere.

You still hadn’t told your best friend, having no idea how. One day you knocked on her door, too guilty of holding it in to do so any longer.

“Hey… I need to tell you something.” you gulped quietly, the pit in your stomach sinking.

“You’re in love and sleeping with my dad?” she hummed, flipping her magazine page without looking up.

“How-how’d you know…” she pat her bed, motioning for you to sit down.

“Well you're my best friend, and he’s my dad. I could tell.”

“Are you mad?” your voice was small, nervous, and she shook her head.

“I was shocked more than anything, why would you be into my dad?” she spoke, flipping another page. “My dad’s been happier than he has been in a long time, I’m not going to ruin it for him.” your tears were hot against your cheeks, and she looked up, moving the magazine to hug you.

“Thank you for understanding.” you sniffled, feeling her smile against your cheek.

“Of course, now stop hiding it. It’s nice to see my dad smile for once.” she wagged her finger in front of your face teasingly, making you giggle.

After a couple of hours, you went to tell Reiner. “She knows,” you said as you popped your head into his room, body following suit. Reiner opened his mouth to speak, closed it, then opened it again.

“Well…” he spoke softly, looking at his laptop. “She’s not upset?” you shook your head, going to sit next to him. “Great then.” he kissed the crown of your head softly, breathing in your shampoo.

Summer ended as quickly as it came, tears were shed from your friend having to leave her father and Zeke.

“It’s okay, we can see them next break.” you pat her shoulder softly, trying to comfort her.

You had exchanged goodbyes with Reiner in private, giving him enough kisses to last a lifetime. If your birth control was acting up, you were sure to get pregnant after the night you spent with him.

Before you left, he gave you a couple gifts to remember him by, a locket, a bracelet with initial charms, and a small ring which he said he’d replace someday. You hugged him tightly, sighing into his shoulder about how you’d miss him, you were almost done with college, and you’d be seeing him soon.

“I know. Hit the road. She’s already waiting for you in the car.” he gave you one last burning kiss before sending you on your way.

Hopping in the passenger's seat, you looked out the window to see him waving bye with a smile on his face. You waved back, watching as his figure got smaller and smaller as you left the neighborhood.

You were glad you hadn’t said no to your friends offer, now you had a story to tell, and a lifetime of love (and great dick) to look forward to.

This was definitely a summer to remember.

[blissfulalchemist]

HEADCANONS FULL CLEAR FOR LANCE THEN SINCE WE'RE RUINING MY INBOX

HERE TAKE YOUR GRADE A CAGE FREE RAISED DILF ASH! I love you still Ash! 

⌛ for an alternate universe headcanon

AU where the cult never happens Lance gets to be a wonderful grandfather and rekindles his romance with Dr. Joan Roberts! They all live happily ever after until he’s old and grey and watching a sunset in the Whitetails.

💄 for an appearance headcanon

Did Lance ever actually start going bald prompting him to just shave his hair really short? You’ll never know because he will never tell you. In all reality he always shaved his hair pretty short once he turned 40 so he really hasn’t noticed if it happened yet.

👽 for a beliefs headcanon

He still has a slight mistrust of technology because he thinks something like the Terminator or I, Robot will happen one day. He still really hopes its after he’s dead.

👩‍👩‍👧 for a childhood headcanon

Lance still has mixtapes from his youth along with records all in pretty pristine condition (Wheaty is required to remain 100ft from the collection as per the social restraining order). During game events he does sacrifice a few of them in order to pass information off to the militia. So Chance will have tapes titled “Songs for Cow Tipping ‘84″ or “Stargazing June 14th”. Chance does believe that these are all secret codes they aren’t just something to keep them inconspicuous.

🔥 for a dislikes headcanon

Lance hates diner food as that was his main source of a meal since the age of ten and was finally able to reach the stove and counters with ease. You take him to one though he will suffer with a smile on his face though.

🧦 for a domestic headcanon

Lance gets a house in the Valley once initially earning John’s trust and respect. It belonged to someone he most likely knew in passing but he keeps everything where it was when he got there. Anything that he moved out to make room for his things are packed away neatly into boxes and stored in the attic. He deep cleans the house every other week.

😢 for an emotions headcanon

Lance is actually pretty in touch with his emotions, but he understands that there’s a time and place for them. He says it was all the parenting books he read over the years to connect with his daughter Sage. Many of the ones he found most helpful were geared towards women so there was a lot of introspection happening, it also helped that his mother encouraged him to cry and be vulnerable until he started to go to school and learned how to be a real man.

👗 for a fashion headcanon

Lance buys a good amount of clothes from places like Walmart and Target, so the shirts never quite fit right (but who’s gonna complain if they’re a bit tight?). He spends a little more on jeans but he needs those to last longer. 

👻 for a fear headcanon

Lance feared the dark once coming back from his tours so spent many nights awake. He still took to his wood whittling and produced enough figurines that he just gave them away to anyone he simply passed by. 

🍕 for a food headcanon

Lance can’t actually cook very many things. He can grill, make pasta of different varieties (though nothing fancy), and a great sandwich (the most popular being PB&Js)

👯 for a friendship headcanon

He and Eli got close once working together on some of the bunkers in Eden’s Gate. He hated having to go through with killing him despite that being what Eli entrusted him to do. No one else. If Jacob wanted him dead then he wanted Lance to kill him.

🎭 for a hobby headcanon

Lance loves to work on cars and would have been a mechanic in the county if there weren’t already like 3 mechanics per person in the county by the time he moved up there. He has a dream of building a classic car from scratch still.

🕎 for a holiday headcanon

His favorite holidays were the ones where Sage got to visit him in Hope County. Fourth of July became his favorite as that was the one Sage came to the most.

🏡 for a house headcanon

Lance bought a house that had a big enough garage to work on cars along with his wood work. The wood work takes up the most space though.

💕 for a love headcanon

Lance didn’t and still doesn’t believe that he’ll ever find someone to spend his golden years with. He screwed things up with his ex-wife and has a feeling he’ll do it again. Joining Eden’s Gate didn’t help in his prospects to say the least.

🎻 for a music headcanon

Lance will never have a digital music player. So long as tape devices work he will use his mix tapes to listen to his favorite music. Most of his music taste lands in the punk, hair metal, and just guitar heavy rock songs. 

👀 for a personality headcanon

Lance is someone that has such a rough looking exterior that it made him have some authority in the military, truth is though he’s just not as cold as he can appear on first glance.

⛄ for a seasonal headcanon

Lance loves the snow and winter is his favorite season. He’d have moved to Alaska if he didn’t want to be close to Sage. Yes his wardrobe did make him look like a cheesy christmas movie lead in his younger years.

👩‍🌾 for a work headcanon

Being a park ranger was never in the plan, if he was able he would have taken on more of a role at a VA center to help with other vets that had PTSD. Sadly the most he can do with that is volunteer and well the bills have to be paid.

[icharchivist]

Also I feel like the Dragon Knights are all made to appeal to certain demographics. Lancelot is the twink of the group, Percival is basically a male tsundere, Vane is the beefy dude and Sieg is definitely for the DILF hunters. I've seen people say that they're basically the love interests in an otome game and it's almost sad that I can't even deny it.

omg yeah

like i do think originally it was a bit accidental? But the first event attracted a huge female fanbase and it only got worse when they added Percival (who was the character who was picked the most by suptix for a long, long time, and had a major female following sef shipping with him. Which is why there's a lot of romantic coding in his holidays lines the further down the year you go - they saw who was paying for him and they went "okay we can cater to that")

It still cracks me up because in the first event you can feel that they're a bit trying their more traditional formula back then - Lancelot doesn't look too far off from characters like Albert, Siegfried's original design could be associated to chara like Seruel (i mean all in the old timey characters), and tbh i do feel like Vane is more of the exception (we've had a lot of beefy with draph men but beefy humans are rarer to come by). And they had them alongside Sophia the sweet healer girl with her ass out and Isabella the dark sorceress for people who are into that. The very first event feels like it was evening it out and not too unlike event like the Irestill saga.

But the fact not only it attracted generally a really huge female fanbase (which is what Lunalu was a response to - and that's why one of Lunalu's first content was her crossfate with Siegfried where he praised her for her passion and encouraged her for it), but they turned out to be big whales. And well. A good gacha knows to take good care of their whales.

So then they just had to polish the characters even more in that vibe as it went on, all of them fitting even more of this archetype, and tadaa. And tbh this is also why there's barely been any female characters in the kishi saga ever since the second event (not really counting the Wales’s mom), aside from the one in Siegfried's event which was mostly here for the tragic backstory anyway, and Florence which is only because she was introduced before the saga really took off actually, via Gawain's wind FE. Like clear "listen we know you're here for the pretty boys, here they are. Sorry people-who-likes-women-only this is not for you"

and they are indeed called often "coming out of an otome game" (Percival's 5th year bday line is downright into that territory that bastard), they're also often called the boysband, or the fanservice squad, all that jazz. This is also why the dudebros's types of guy who want everything to cater to them hate them so much and would be vocal against them anytime they get some content (because they're just "women bait with their silly romantic interest toward them", which i don't want to hear from a man who's likes on twitter is full of porn from the ladies of granblue and yet i see ways too much.)

But yeah, I do think honestly it's a thing we *could* extend to many of the male characters of the saga but it just so happens that since they are the most popular/have an event every year for 8 years now without counting their appearance in others media, and the fact their fanbase brings a LOT of money to cygames, they will get used for pandering. Percival being the worst of them in term of how far they're willing to go with the romantic subtext (no this is not me being biased there's a chart out there i can't find again where people have sorted the guys in how they show their feelings for White days on a "romantic" scale and Percival and Eustace were breaking the charts).

so i don't know how much the original three were /made/ for it or expecting it to blow up this way but they sure as well completely embraced it and rolled with it and decided to feed us with it.

and I for one completely embrace that. It's nice when fanservice is actually serviceable and since it comes with really amazing stories anyway, this is all cool.

[seven-oomen]

The way I tend to be | The DILF Club

Happy Holidays to everyone! Have some delicious smut or our favorite DILFS, there's even some plot in this! Hope you like it because I have a universe thought out for this and if it does well, I'll share more!

It wasn’t doing as well on Ao3 as I was hoping for and I’m curious to see if it’ll do better here. If you enjoy it, please reblog, like, and/or comment on it. This is also a test to see if people still reblog fanfiction from me and if Once Upon a Time would do well on Tumblr. Which is my longest and most elaborate fanfic to date.

Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Sheriff Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Chris Argent/Sheriff Stilinski, Peter Hale/Sheriff Stilinski Characters: Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Sheriff Stilinski Additional Tags: Sheriff Stilinski's Name is Noah, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Cabin Fic, trans chris argent, Bisexual Peter Hale, Alpha Peter Hale, Trans Male Character, Bisexual Sheriff Stilinski, Bisexual Chris Argent, Double Vaginal Penetration, Double Penetration, Breeding, Creampie, Unprotected Sex Series: Part 1 of The way I tend to be

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Fate could be a very cruel mistress when she wanted to be. And often she came together with a little vicious thing called irony.

The last year had been crazy. He discovered werewolves, banshees, wendigos, and werecoyotes were real, and so was whatever Kira was supposed to be. Chris Argent, Allison’s father and Isaac’s foster father, turned out to be a hunter, and the little bane of his existence during his career as a deputy, a certain Peter Hale, turned out to be a werewolf. As was Peter’s nephew Derek and his niece Cora. He still couldn’t completely wrap his head around that one.

They’d fought together, protected the town together, and now protected their children together.

That didn’t always go well, of course. One of them was a hunter, the other a werewolf, and somehow he always found himself right in between the other two trying to break up their fights.

A lot, and a lot of therapy for all three of them, had fixed that for the most part.

Still, there were times when he really wished he could duct tape Peter to the ceiling, mostly because the man was still a delinquent with a golden tongue, but mostly just because he was annoying. At least the werewolf was now firmly on their side and had proven that by nearly dying for both the other adults and all of the kids on multiple occasions. He’d really turned a new leaf. Still annoying as fuck, don’t get him wrong. But at least not reprehensible.

It was Peter’s new loyalty and Chris’s new code that had led him to go along with them on this particular mission. A mission to find a lone werewolf kid causing trouble around Mount Shasta. Since it was only two hours from Beacon Hills, he’d agreed to go over with the other two.

Their cover?

They were the chaperons on a school field trip to go skiing on the mountain for a week. Which had been the luckiest of coincidences in the history of coincidences but he’d take it. And since Stiles, Mikey, Malia, Jackson, Isaac, and Allison were all going, well, the rest of that was history.

“Peter, I swear to god if I find your socks anywhere near my bed again I will throw you through this window myself!” Chris snapped, holding up a pair of light blue socks with pink flamingos on them.

Ah. So that’s where his socks had gone off too. He was wondering where’d he left them.

“Those aren’t mine!” Peter bit back, looking so insulted at the mere idea of having to wear said socks that he couldn’t help but be offended at his offense. “I would never wear those monstrosities!”

“Right, I just keep finding random people’s socks in my bed for the last three days…” Chris growled, “You expect me to believe that?”

He bit his lip, wondering if he should admit to being the culprit. Since he was the only other person who had a bed in this room he figured Chris would draw that conclusion as well. But apparently, the hunter really hadn’t considered it.

The werewolf cocked his head to the left and sneered. “I’m not the only one who has a bed here beside you.”

Those fierce blue eyes turned to him and he couldn’t help but smile awkwardly at the both of them. “Yeah, those are mine.”

Peter smirked triumphantly at Chris, his eyebrows raised in a clear; I told you so.

To his credit, Chris pursed his lips and wordlessly handed him the bunched up socks of the last few days. His silver-blue eyes lingering with something that wasn’t quite a glare, but the man wasn’t exactly happy with him either.

“Thank you.” He quickly put his runaway socks into his duffel bag and straightened out the covers on his bed to keep himself busy.

“You owe me an apology, Christopher…” Peter’s voice sang through the room and a glance found the hunter glaring back at the wolf.

“I’m sorry for blaming you immediately.” Chris sighed, straightening out his own bed before checking the equipment in his backpack.

“Thank you,” Peter turned back to him and stared at him rather expectantly. “Noah?”

He had to admit he felt a little bit guilty for what had happened. He sighed softly as he shoved his water bottle, his sleeping bag, and some provisions into his backpack, looking up at the wolf sheepishly. “I’m sorry Peter, I’ll uh-” His eyes flicked to an expectant looking Chris, “I’ll keep a better eye on my socks and speak up when you’re blamed again.”

The wolf smiled mischievously at his apology, his eyes flicking from Chris to himself for a brief moment. “Thank you, now we really need to talk about your fashion choices, because those socks-”

Chris’s laughter followed him out of the room as he grabbed his packed bag and his orange ski jacket and headed out the door.

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The trek up the mountain was not an easy one and they only had until nightfall to explore the area. He pulled the black beanie further over his ears and his gloves on a little tighter and looked over his shoulder.

Chris walked ahead of him, his blue ski jacket standing out against the white snow, a red beanie pulled over his ears to keep him warm.

Peter brought up the rear, his red ski jacket and brown beanie complementing one another in a rather surprising way. But if anyone could pull it off, he supposed it was the wolf.

They pushed through the snow and the wind, hoisting backpacks up higher and threading on while trying to find one lonely werewolf kid who needed their help. The wind started picking up as the hours progressed and once the snow started coming down and whipped around them, he realized that they weren’t going to be able to get back any time soon.

With their sight blocked off by the sudden incoming storm and nowhere to huddle they had no other choice but to walk on. He could no longer see where he was walking, only saw the bright blue of Chris’s ski jacket in front of him and before he knew it, he was face down in the snow and heard someone yelling his name.

“Noah!”

Someone picked him up and he felt two gloved hands cup his face. It took him a moment to register that it was Peter who picked him up and was currently cradling his face. He wasn’t sure how the concerned look on Peter’s face made him feel.

It wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling, but it was one he hadn’t been expecting. It was warm and tingly. Peter’s blue eyes made him think of the ocean and moonlit beaches with a soft breeze and the soft calls of whales in the background-

“Noah… Are you still on this planet?”

Peter’s words pulled him out of his thoughts. “What?”

The wolf frowned at him and gently patted him over his body to check him for injuries. He swatted at the wolf’s hands to put a stop to it and pursed his lips. “I’m fine, but we need to get out of the cold.”

Peter raised an eyebrow but nodded in agreement, turning back to Chris who had come towards them. “We need to get out of this wind, find shelter!”

“I know!” Chris yelled back, trying to carry his voice over the roar of the wind. “I think I saw a cabin up ahead!”

Chris looped his arm over his left while Peter looped his through his right and together they started tracking up the slope. The silhouette of the cabin quickly came closer with every step and they quickly headed over. They had to let go of each other to walk up the porch and Chris tested the door. It was locked, of course.

“Shit.” Chris muttered, “Look around for a key, usually-”

He started looking under several pots next to the door and found a key under the second one. Though a loud bang told him that they would no longer need a key.

“Or we could kick in the door…” Chris sighed while Peter held the door open for them to let them in.

Chris went in first, drawing his gun from inside his jacket as he checked the cabin room for room. He followed after the hunter, trying to suppress his hands from shaking and his body from shivering as the cold started to set in around him. Some snow had gotten into his jacket when he’d face-planted into the ground and it was creating a wet spot on his clothes as his body heat caused it to melt. The water also cooled down his body, especially in these temperatures.

Peter brought up the rear once more, eyes glowing a bright red as he scanned their surroundings and scented the air. The wolf behind him relaxed after a few moments, closing the door behind him by propping a chair from the little kitchen under the handle so it stayed locked.

“Cabin’s empty.” Peter and Chris said in unison. They walked up to him, frowning as they noticed his shivering, though he was doing his best to suppress it. He felt Peter’s incredibly warm hand against his forehead and couldn’t help but lean into it. He wasn’t sure how hot Peter ran in general, but it was definitely a few degrees higher than Chris or himself. Right now, that was a very welcome feature of the werewolf.

“He’s colder than he should be,” Peter muttered, gently guiding him towards the large fireplace in the middle of the room. “Come on, let’s get you heated up.”

“Did his jacket rip?” Chris asked, looking around for paper, wood, and other items they could burn.

Peter patted him down, despite his best efforts to keep the wolf’s hands off him. Werewolf strength could be quite unfair and if he wasn’t so damn cold he would have complained about the little shit sitting him down and throwing his own red ski jacket over him.

“Doesn’t seem to be but the collar is all wet and against his skin, looks like snow got in.”

“Aren’t you gonna get cold?” He raised an eyebrow at the black sweater Peter was wearing but also pulled the jacket closer and breathed in the wolf’s scent.

“I run a hundred and two degrees on a normal day.” Peter smiled, his face illuminated by the first sparks of the fire that Chris got running. It gave him a warm… almost soft look.

“It’s a werewolf thing,” Chris added, “Their body heat is higher than ours, it protects them from hypothermia, aids in their immunity against disease as well. One of those unfair advantages.”

He chuckled in response, his shivering already dying down now that the heat from the fire picked up and he had an extra layer. “That so?”

Peter hummed in agreement. “As is our superior sense of fashion.”

“Even Derek?” He asked, earning a laugh from Chris.

Peter pursed his lips and squinted his eyes. “Derek’s the exception to that rule.”

A laugh escaped him as Peter sat down next to him, though the laugh died on his lips as he noticed the concerned look Peter was giving the fire. It sobered him up considerably, knowing what Peter had been through, how close he was now sitting to something that had hurt him so much.

“Are you okay?”

The softness of his voice must have drawn Chris’s attention as well as the hunter had turned to look at them, his brow furrowing as he watched Peter’s face carefully. “Peter?”

Chris sat down on his other side, keeping a close eye on Peter while pretending to stare at the fire. Still, he noticed how Chris’s hands twitched in his lap and his eyes kept flicking to the wolf.

For a moment it seemed like Peter was lost in thought, staring into the growing fire with widening eyes. He noticed the wolf’s breathing picking up and his shaking hands. He carefully reached out and laid his own hand on top of Peter’s, startling the other man.

“What?” Peter relaxed at his touch and leaned into him unconsciously. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. It’s just-”

His eyes flicked back to the fire.

He didn’t have to say it out loud.

“Yeah,” He pulled Peter’s jacket closer and pulled his legs up to minimize the loss of warmth. “We can turn it down if you need that.”

Chris frowned at those words, eyes flicking from him to Peter, before slowly nodding in agreement. “It wouldn’t be ideal, but if it’s hurting you-”

“No.” Peter quickly interrupted him. “No, I’m fine. And you both need the fire. I just- I might need a distraction.”

“Distraction?” Chris raised an eyebrow at the word, earning a smirk from Peter in the process.

“Yes, the dictionary defines it as a thing that prevents someone from concentrating on something else. Or do you need a clearer definition, Christopher?”

“You don’t have to be a dick about it, Peter…” Chris looked down at his hands and shrugged. “We all have our own demons we want to forget.”

Peter went a little quiet at that, staring down at his feet while he scooted closer to him. “You’re right, it’s just-” His eyes flicked back to the fire.

“I get it…” Chris’s smile was soft as the hunter reached behind him to lay a hand on Peter’s shoulder.

It was nice, to be wedged between the two younger men and feel their warmth seep through him. He let himself lean back against Chris’s arm and laid his head on Peter’s shoulder. It just felt like the right thing to do in that moment. “It’s okay.” He whispered.

Chris frowned as he noticed the color difference of his gray sweater and trailed a hand over it, stopping at the collar as he felt the dampness. His warm hand trailed down over his collarbone and down his chest until he hit a dry spot. “You’re half soaked, we need to get that sweater off you and get you in something dry.”

He looked down at his body and froze. He didn’t show his bare chest to anyone. Ever. Even while sharing a room with the other two, he’d always gone to the bathroom to change. There were certain things he didn’t want anyone else to know, his past being one of them.

If anyone understands, it would be these two.

A little voice in his head told him. Yeah, it was right and he knew that. But what if they’d look at him differently?

Chris handed him a dark green sweater from his bag, having dragged said bag over with his foot, and gently started lifting his shirt. The hunter stopped after an inch and raised an eyebrow.

He was asking for permission.

He slowly shook his head. “I’ll do it.” And gently peeled the half wet garment from him and over his head. Constantly aware of what his aging body looked like. At fifty-three his best days had passed. He wasn’t as muscled as Peter or as lean and strong as Chris. His chest had a softness to it from all the fast food he’d been eating and he was showing his age with little marks, freckles, and the scars from years of abuse. The most obvious one being the scar on his left shoulder.

He paused for a second, jumping a little when Chris’s hand hovered over the scar. Though the hunter pulled away quickly and looked like he might apologize. Though the words seemed to get stuck in his throat.

“What happened?” It was Peter who broke the silence.

He wasn’t sure what he could say, felt tears prickling in his eyes and for a moment he heard his father’s booming vague voice ringing through his ears. “My father happened, he uhm, I didn’t let him hurt my mother,” He sighed, “and he pushed me through our coffee table.”

“Jesus…” Peter whispered, gently squeezing his right shoulder in comfort.

“I’m sorry…” Chris muttered, rubbing his own scarred hands in discomfort.

“We all have our own demons… Right?” He shrugged and put Chris’s green sweater on, quickly figuring out that the fit would work but was on the tight side as the edges of his sleeves stopped a little too high on the wrist. It was also a little on the short side at the middle.

He sighed. “At least it’s dry.”

Peter bit his lip and looked like he was having great difficulty with keeping his laughter contained. “It doesn’t look that bad…”

Chris wasn’t as kind and snorted before trying to cover it up with a cough.

He glared at the younger man but smiled after a minute or two. “Thank you, Chris.”

Chris let his eyes roam down and grinned. “You’re welcome.”

He laid his head back on Peter’s shoulder and pulled Chris closer for his warmth.

“So neither of you is going to distract me then?”

He didn’t know why he found that statement so funny but he couldn’t help but laugh at the annoyance in Peter’s voice. He felt Chris smile against his shoulder as the hunter laid his head down on it for a second.

“How do you propose we do that, Peter?” The hunter lifted his head and leaned in just a bit, just inches away from Peter’s face.

The wolf answered Chris with a smirk. Gently putting a finger under Chris’s chin to pull him closer. “I have an idea, it’ll also keep you both warm.”

“Will it now?” Chris’s smooth deep voice send a shiver down his spine and made his cock twitch. He swallowed rather heavily in response.

God, he wanted Chris to command him in that voice, to tell him to take off his clothes and put his ass up in the air and-

“I think someone likes the sound of that voice…” Peter purred into his ear, the wolf laid a finger under his chin and lifted his head to face Chris.

“Do it again.”

He stared into Chris���s silver-blue eyes, warmth traveling down his body and stirring in his loins as the hunter smiled deviously.

“Hmm, what do you think sheriff ?” Chris purred the last word, he couldn’t help the little sound of desperation that escaped him. A sound that he echoed as Peter leaned in and gently nipped at his ear.

“I think he hates it.” Peter grinned against his cheek and slowly started nipping his way down his jaw and to his neck. “I think he might want us to stop.”

The wolf paused and he growled in response, reaching behind him to cup the back of Peter’s head and pull him back down. “Don’t you dare, Peter.”

Peter laughed in response and gently pulled him into his lap before continuing his lovely assault on his neck. He moaned happily and wiggled a little to get more comfortable and rub his ass against the growing bulge beneath him. Peter’s laugh dissolved into a moan.

Chris smirked at them, slowly trailing his hands up Noah’s thighs though he stopped just short of his groin, a silent question in his eyes. He nodded enthusiastically, too occupied to answer due to Peter biting the sensitive skin at the nape of his neck without breaking it. “Fuck me…”

Peter paused in his marking efforts, growling into his ear as he forced him to focus on Chris by grabbing a hold of his jaw. He felt Peter’s nails gently scratching his skin. “Oh, I think Christopher might have a better idea.”

Chris’s hand traveled up and cupped his cock through his pants, gently rubbing and stimulating the hardening member. He in turn squirmed in Peter’s lap and felt the Alpha’s clothed cock press against the cleft of his ass.

“Does he now?” He moaned softly.

Chris scooted closer and placed a leg on each side of his lap, sharing a passionate kiss with Peter before he turned his focus back on Noah. Chris pulled him up a little by the collar of his borrowed sweater and for a moment he thought the younger man would kiss him as well. Chris leaned in but stopped just short and smiled. “I’m gonna ride you both at the same time.”

As hot as that sounded, his brain short-circuited for a moment. He paused and blinked, cocking his head to the left as he tried to figure out how exactly that was going to work. “How is that gonna fit, we don’t have lube.”

Chris chuckled in response and gently lifted Noah’s hands to cup his ass. “You’re just gonna have to get me wet enough.”

Wet enough? He was missing something here. Not that he was complaining, Chris’s ass was phenomenal.

Peter took pity on him. “I think he doesn’t know. Maybe you should show him.”

The absolutely feral grin Chris gave him made his breath stutter.

“Let’s have some fun then.”

He felt Peter smile against his neck, the Alpha going back to his assault to suck a few more hickeys into the sensitive skin. That was gonna be a bitch to hide from Stiles, Mikey, and Liam but considering that every touch sent electricity through his body, he wasn’t going to complain much.

Chris opened his own pants but didn’t slip them down. Instead, he zipped down Noah’s and continued his teasing touch.

A soft squeaky moan escaped him as Chris’s hand rubbed him through the fabric and slowly massaged him to a throbbing erection. Peter in the meantime had started rubbing himself against his ass while continuing his assault on his neck and even his shoulders. He was gonna be bruised and sore by tomorrow, that was for sure.

“He’s pretty when he’s marked up,” Chris commented as he slipped his hand inside Noah’s underwear and wrapped a hand around his hard cock. The other man stroked it slowly, keeping his touch light and gentle as he worked from the sensitive head to the base, and then slipped him out of his restraining clothes as he worked himself back up.

“Pretty down there too…” The hunter remarked, smiling as he studied Noah’s cock for a moment, fingers tracing over the thick veins down to his balls.

Peter let out a delighted moan behind him, one that he echoed as the wolf made him grind down on while Peter thrust up. It was a goddamn shame they didn’t have any lube because he really wanted that thick cock to wreck his ass right then and there. But Chris clearly had a different plan.

The hunter guided one of his left hand from its place on Chris’s ass up to his own mouth, offering him his own fingers with a firm. “Suck on them, get them wet.”

Processing that command took him a second but he caught on quickly and started sucking on his index and middle finger. Bobbing his head up and down and swirling his tongue around the digits until they were coated in his own saliva.

Chris gently pulled Noah’s fingers free after a few moments and guided his hand down Chris’s pants. His mouth opening in a little ‘O’ when his fingers didn’t brush over a hard cock but instead found soft curls and a wet cunt. Oh, that made a whole lot of sense. His cock twitched excitedly and he couldn’t help but grin and lick his lips as he slowly started rubbing the soft folds and sensitive clit. Using his wet fingers as lube to ease his way.

Chris’s breath hitched as he circled the sensitive little nub and applied varying amounts of pressure. He enthusiastically met him for a passionate kiss, causing Peter to groan, followed by a desperate moan once the wolf caught on what they were doing.

He heard a zipper behind him opening and felt the brush of Peter’s hand against his ass. Knowing Peter, he was practically drooling while jerking himself off as he watched them make out.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Peter whispered.

Chris grinned against his lips and leaned back, watching both of them with a hungry leer. The hunter leaned back and pulled away much to his dismay. His wet hand dropped to his side and he held it up to get a quick taste of Chris. He felt Peter practically vibrate behind him as he let out a hungry moan.

Chris came back quickly with one of the sleeping bags, zipped it open and laid it out on the floor before he took off his pants and commanded him in that silky voice, “Lay down on your back.”

The command made him shiver and he scrambled quickly to do the hunter’s bidding. Laying down on the sleeping bag. He was rewarded for his quick action by a gentle blow on his cock and the hunter’s questioning gaze.

“Please…” He begged softly, squirming at Chris’s burning look. God, he wanted Chris to ride em like he stole em and talk dirty to him until his toes curled and he came screaming their names. Judging by the hungry smile the hunter sent him in return, his fantasy might just be fulfilled tonight.

“Please what, sheriff ?” The hunter’s voice vibrated through him and he noticed Peter shuddering as well. The wolf’s breath ragged and his cock leaking precum.

“Oh for the love of God, Chris if you don’t start sucking me off-” He moaned as Chris licked a path from his balls to the tip of his cock before deep throating him in one smooth move, effectively cutting him off.

The hunter hollowed his cheeks and slowly worked his way up, making his toes curl as warmth exploded through him, and his heart hammered in his chest.

He felt Peter settle, one knee on each side of his head, and looked up to see the wolf was offering him his own hard member. He smirked and lapped at the leaking head, moaning at the slightly bitter but not unpleasant taste.

“Turn your ass around Chris I want to taste you,” Peter growled.

Chris demonstrated just how flexible he could be by putting a leg on either side of him and raising his hips in the air without hitting him in the process, his lips never leaving their attention to his cock.

Peter’s appreciative moan had him shivering in response. He continued his worship of the wolf’s member with short licks to the head and worked his way down to the heavy balls, taking each in his mouth and rolled it around on his tongue before working his way back up.

He heard Chris moan, long and filthy above him, and watched as Peter’s enthusiastic licking, sucking, and tongue fucking of Chris’s cunt was met with equal enthusiasm as Chris fucked the wolf’s face. He felt the hunter’s legs contract and shudder after a few minutes, gasps escaping Chris as he came hard on Peter’s tongue. He even felt some fluid hit him on the chin as the hunter squirted his juices over them, much to his surprise and Peter’s delight.

“I hoped you could still do that.” The Alpha growled, playfully biting Chris’s ass without breaking the skin and slapping his other cheek.

Chris pulled away from them and took a few strides and deep breaths to come down from his high. Then grinned and swayed his hips as he walked back to them and smoothly straddled him.

“Oh, I can do far more than that.” The hunter chuckled. “What do you say?”

He groaned softly and quickly nodded his consent. “Please…”

Peter growled in response, red eyes glowing as he walked around them to sink behind Chris. “Why don’t you ride us, sweetheart?”

Chris smirked in return. Gently grabbing a hold of his cock and guiding him into the hunter’s tight wet heat. He nearly came on the spot but managed to hold back just enough by focusing on a spot on the ceiling and letting out a slow breath to ground himself while Chris slowly got used to his length and girth. He wasn’t the biggest or thickest guy, and thankfully neither was Peter or this was never gonna fit, but neither of them were exactly small either and Chris would need to adjust to each of them.

After a moment or two, the hunter slowly raised himself and moved his hips in slow, long strokes until he slid in and out easily and Chris could pick up some pace. His toes started curling and the warmth in his belly started pooling slowly, gradually building with each thrust and stroke until Chris pulled up enough to keep only the tip of his cock in.

He hadn’t even noticed Peter coming closer until the wolf aligned the head of his cock against his own as he slowly pushed the first few inches into Chris’s cunt beside him.

“Fuck…” He moaned, eyes rolling back into his head as Chris slowly sank on both of their cocks. They rubbed together in the tight wet heat of Chris’s cunt and he could feel every pulse, throb, and twitch coming from the wolf’s cock.

Chris paused once he had them both down halfway, his chest heaving with every breath and a large grin on his face. The hunter leaned over him, sinking himself further on Noah’s cock but forcing Peter’s further out. Chris then grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head, checking over his shoulder to see if Peter was on board, who grinned in return.

The moment Chris started moving, riding him like a prized stallion, Peter pushed his hips up every time Chris pushed down. Rubbing both their cocks together, lubed by Chris’s juices as the entire lengths met and rolled together with each thrust.

A string of moans and desperate little sounds left his throat as he surrendered to the warmth and feelings of pleasure that surged through him with every move. He felt it intensifying with each stroke, each move. Amplified by the wet sounds of Chris’s cunt and his little moans of pleasure, Peter’s growls and harder thrusts and by the twitching and throbbing of the wolf’s cock besides his own.

He managed to hold out for several minutes before his toes curled, his body convulsed and heat exploded in his loins. His cock twitched and pulsed as he came hard and in long spurts, while Chris continued to ride him and Peter continued to thrust in beside his twitching cock.

It didn’t take long for the wolf to let out a long moan and join him. Their cocks twitching and throbbing together as they came deep inside Chris and filled him with their cum. He felt Peter slump forward, held up by Chris as the wolf shuddered his last wave of ecstasy.

Chris continued to ride them, though the movement of his hips was greatly reduced due to Peter’s weight on his back. Milking them for every last drop they had. Only when they were spent and Peter was practically napping from exhaustion did he let them slip from him.

The hunter gently maneuvered Peter from his back to lay him down on Noah’s right, furthest away from the fire and rummaged through his own backpack for wet wipes to clean them up.

“Now that was a distraction.” Noah grinned, pleased when Chris winked at him.

It took a minute for Peter to come back to them with a dopey grin. Watching with interest as Chris did his best to clean them and himself from all traces of their fucking. Pouting a little as the hunter pushed out as much of their cum as he could and wiped it away.

“That’s a damn shame…” Peter muttered. “We tried so hard to breed you.”

Chris merely chuckled. “Wasn’t gonna work anyway, I’ve been on testosterone for sixteen years and have an IUD. The odds of you knocking me up are astronomical.”

He couldn’t help but frown at Chris’s words, for tempting fate was never a particularly good idea. But on the other hand, the hunter did have a point on how unlikely it would be. They weren’t the youngest, Chris was on hormones, and if he also had an IUD. What on Earth were the odds then? They couldn’t be high to begin with, even if in the best circumstances.

So he scoffed and pulled his pants back up. Peter did the same and Chris located his and put them on as well. Another sleeping bag was pulled from somewhere. His jacket was put up near the fire, on the back of a chair to dry further. And Chris laid down next to them on the sleeping bag to hunker down for the next few hours until the storm died down.

At least they were warm, comfortable, and utterly sated for now.

He dozed off knowing that their dynamic had shifted. Yes, he still wanted to duct tape Peter to the ceiling. And Chris could still be a jerk when he wanted to be. But at the very least, this was the start to a very fun beneficial rump for all three of them. Whatever else fate wanted to throw at them, they could only wait and see.

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