#BIG SOFT DILF ENERGY

[andy-clutterbuck]

Rick Grimes in The Ones Who Live | 1x06 - The Last Time

#Rick Grimes #towl spoilers #The Ones Who Live #* #rg #always here for the throat bite getting a shout out #that 3rd gif is my entire life i need to go #his lil vest is very cute #BIG SOFT DILF ENERGY #DADDY RICK HAS BEEN AND ALWAYS WILL BE THE BEST RICK #richard you have a boo boo i will kiss it #daddy got his boots back on #important things

[vanillaberrychills]

cw: age gap relationships, jealous, mentions of cheating, possession in relationships, manhandling(?), NSFW, mean König

fem reader x dilf! König // not proof read

part 1. || part 2. || part 3.

— "You should let me do skincare on you." You softly chimed, eyes locked up to König as he did paperwork.  You were laid on your belly in his bed; his desk directly next to you giving you a good view of his irritated expression.

König's brows furrowed slightly, glancing up at you.  It had been about a month since he initially met you, and even after he had toyed with your body a bit, you just wouldn't fuck off.  Always next to him with those big eyes and bratty huffs for attention.  Even if he was catching up on sleep, you still laid in bed next to him, nails gently scratching his muscled back (a part he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy).

"Are you almost done?" You whined, flipping to your back and staring at him upside down, your head hanging from the edge.  One of his pillows was hugged up in your arms, fingers gently caressing the fabric.

"No." And even if he was, he wasn't going to fuck you.  You were too naughty.  Anytime König gave you a kiss or the slightest attention, you would go back to being a brat, smugly bragging about how hard he was for you.  "Why don't you go outside and play? Daddy has to work."

You rolled your eyes at his sarcastic remarks, "You know, other boyfriends would be really mad if their cute girlfriend was out every night."

"Good thing I am not your boyfriend, ja?"

His utter rejection made you pout and sit up.  You stared at him and then to his paperwork.  How could a bunch of papers be more important than you?  With a small scoff you got up and went to pick up your stuff.

"You know what, maybe I will go out." You grumbled, König only nodding and shooing you away.  Your eyes narrowed and you silently left the room.

Of course, König did feel a little bad.  You were just a sweet, bratty thing for him, so needy for his cock and attention, but he just didn't have the energy or libido for it.  You two had yet to fuck, nothing more than a few "lucky" touches to help the day go by.  There was also maybe a little more to it, he didn't want another wife.

The situation that had happened wasn't something he really cared about, but he regretted going with the flow.  With you, he felt the same thing in a different way.  You were what was ideally needed by him: time, attention, care, interest.  Which at some point were qualities he found in his ex wife at the time.  But you were different in the sense where you made his heart pace, and his more primitive instincts take place.

There were times when he saw you curled up in his warm bed, all soft and sexy looking.  Your face pressed into a shirt he had peeled off this morning and tossed to you so you wouldn't whine about his missing presence.  It intrigued the monstrous and greedy instincts within König, sending him in an uncontrollable thirst.  Which lead to him waking you up with some fondling — fondling that obviously pleased you as your cunt got so easily wet for him, you'd wake up mewling for his cock to rut into you.  Your sweet sex scent would fill his nose and—

Ugh, he had to stop.

König softly groaned, leaning back in his seat, his eyes glanced around the room, realizing how empty it was.  His brows furrowrd, where did you say you were going?  He went to his phone; you had forced him to upgrade from that shitty flip phone, though something newer was a bit confusing, he understood the basics.  One of the basics you had mentioned to him was access to your location.  König did the steps you told him to..only to find your location off.

Huh.  How strange.  König felt his cock throb, the one time he wanted to fuck and you weren't there.  How ironic.  König got up from his seat and began to walk around his shitty apartment; there were little things you brought over to "increase his quality of life" as you called it.  A heated blanket meant strictly for the couch, your skincare stuff shoved in the bathroom cabinet, even some food you knew he'd never buy for himself.  You always looked out for him, always considered him, which was strange.  You were this bratty little thing but it was always for him.

König hissed out an irritated breath of air, his body leaning against the wall slightly. His head began to ache with all these thoughts, here he was, all caught up with a younger woman.  More than that, he was in love, in love with someone who treated him like no one else have ever has.  Sweetly and with care attention he neglected to acknowledge.  And now, you were off, doing god knows what, probably cheating on him just like his ex wife did. 

König held back an irritated growl, eyes now glancing at the time.  How long had it been?  It was alright almost midnight, maybe you had gone to your own place? You were never in any obligation to stay with him, and yet you did.  Maybe you were out with someone your age, someone who actually had emotions and love to offer you.

"No." König muttered, silencing his spiralling thoughts, "Not again."

He raced to the door, his teeth grinding slightly.  As his hand reached for the handle he heard the wiggle of keys against the door.  Your soft hum as the door creaked open.  It opened slowly, almost teasing his impatient reminisce of you. König was met with your yawning figure staring up at him with lazy, half lidded eyes.  You wore different clothes than earlier, a similar fashion to when you first met him. Cute pastels and "fuck me" fishnet stockings.

Your eyes widened slightly with surprise as you met his gaze, head tilting side to side.  "König?"

"Don't." König growled, grabbing you by the nape of your neck and tugging you in; you softly yelped, swatting at his arm but his grip didn't lessen, rather it tightened as he slammed the door behind you.  König used his opposite hand to lift your neck, then exposed your chest, searching desperately for hickies across your skin; searching for signs you were betraying him.

You could only stare up into his pretty blue eyes that were so angry with emotions you didn't understand. How his brows furrowed and scarred face scrunched. König moved his hand from your nape to your jaw, shaking you gently yet firmly. "Out being a whore, ja?"

That was it? That was why he was so heated? Because he was insecure? Just as you were about to deny the accusations, you considered the opportunity.

"Jealous?"

He growled lowly, "Little slut."

His face pressed against your shoulder, sniffing your sweet scent, such a delicate sweetness that belonged to him, "You're such a whore."

You scoffed and shoved one hand forward, a feeble attempt to create distance, "What do you even care? You don't even want to fuck me.

König yanked you back into his arms, a firm spank to your ass silencing you. "Shut up."

And you did. Listening to his low heavy breathing, his frantic and perverted sniffles of your body. His grip grew tighter, sliding up that tight, pastel skirt you had on to fondle your ass, a light scoff slipping out as he discovered you wore a thong.

And yet, he still found no hickies, no scent of another man, no swelling lips like how he left yours, or a weeping cunt. "Hnm.. so you're not a little whore. So good, my sweet schatz."

König's little croon was rough and raspy. His teeth and tug teasing at your skin, earning goosebumps and shivers from you. As much as you wanted to pull away and bitch at him for not trusting you, he was so desperate right now. You weren't sure for what, but it made you so sticky between the legs.

"König.." You rasped softly, earning a tight grip on your butt.

"Hnm?" He purred softly, pressing you against the shut door. His mouth working hickies and love bites of his own. Claiming his sweet little bitch.

"You want daddy's cock?" König murmured in your ear, a single finger moving aside your panties to rub your clit, you were already wet. How cute.

"Mhm.." You whimped with a nod.

König chuckled, continuing to offer slow, lazy rubs, "Too bad."

His cruel tone made a high pitched mewl emit from your throat, involuntary, yet so sexy. He continue to tease your clit, leaving bruising hickies on your flesh. Making his way down to your nipples to nip and suck at. The little buds hardening as he tongued the flesh gently.

A sharp exhale left your mouth as he slowly rubbed and eased a finger into you. Wet kisses peppering up to your ear, whispering, "Only your daddy can make you feel good, ja?"

You nodded, earning a growl and another spank.

"Say it."

Your face felt so hot, eyes watering, he was so frustrating in all the best ways. Making you say these humiliating and dirty things like the perverse old man he was. You were his college girl fantasy, and he was making sure you played that role. "Only..daddy.. can..make me feel good."

"Mhh..gut.." You loved his praises, especially in German; and he knew it, feeling you dribble down the finger he worked so slowly into your little hole. You cunt clenching on just the tip of his digit, relishing in his cruetly, at the way he violated your insides so gently.

"König..." You whimpered, yelping as he spanked you again. Wrong name. "D..daddy.."

"What is it, my little brat?"

"C..cock..I need your cock."

König giggled raspily, "Stupid little thing you are. Thinking I don't know what your cunt wants."

You whimpered expectantly, hips grinding against his single finger, thicker than yours, but you imagined his cock was thicker. "Please.."

"This is punishment, for trying to lie like the stupid girl you are. Hm? You are lucky I don't abuse that tight throat of yours." König curled his finger against your sweetest spot, gently rubbing at it, the moment your pussy throbbed he yanked the finger out cruelly. A low tut erupting, "Beg for it, liebe."

You whined and leaned into his chest pathetically. All this trouble because you were in your car for the past four hours watching Netflix.

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[faetreides]

MARLBORO REDS - ANAKIN SKYWALKER

cause good men die too, so i’d rather be with you

summary: mechanic dilf!anakin x gender neutral kindergarten teacher!reader

wc: 8.4k

cw: “soft” dark content, made padme’s death vague on purpose, anakin has the vibes of a married father of 4 hitting on you while you’re waiting on their table at olive garden, daddy kink, anakin imagines killing someone, MALE MASTURBATION (the most graphic fantasies are skull fucking and anakin kinda hoping you’ll tear when he puts it in), bra mention (reader does have a fem style but i’m nb so that’s how i see it and men can also have a fem style), it’s not mentioned but anakin is going through cigarette withdrawals, anakin’s canon typical inability to be in a healthy relationship, possibly predictable plot twist (?), i wanted to be a lot grosser, anakin is 42 and he’s depicted as such, age gap (reader is in their early 20’s), this takes place in the U.S.

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The exhaust fumes transported him for a moment, somewhere tropical with a cigar in one hand and a tit in the other as a wet body slid adjacent to his. His hard-earned vacation went up in flames as a shrill car horn hunted down his eardrums. Anakin snapped out of it and stared through his brittle bangs with dead eyes. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks, how to act like a normal human being one of them. 

"Alright, that should be everything. Since we just needed to rotate your tires and do an oil change, we're looking at about 142 dollars."

"Thank you so much, I'll just go pay at the front desk. Have a good one!"

Anakin sighed and gave a half assed wave that she didn't even see. He has nowhere near as much spunk as he did back in the day, but his energy is always shot to hell long before he sees his last customer of the day. Luckily it was just a routine maintenance type of thing, he would've just bashed his head in with a wrench if it was anything more. 

Puddles of blood trot after said customer, he’s amazed that they can drive so well considering they have a bullet in their head. 

There’s no bullet or rivers of blood in actuality, but a man can dream. 

His knee joints creaked as he got out of his squatting position. He groaned from the effort while smearing his fingers in more grease trying to wipe them off on the pants of his overalls. The whole workshop smelled like garbage and he probably smelled even worse. His trusty grease rag was subsequently discarded on top of his portable tool tower. He noticed that a tub of lighter fluid was on its side so he prevented that big mess waiting to happen and screwed the cap shut, picked it up, and set it back on the shelves in the storage room. He had to remember to leave one of his employees a post-it notifying them that they were almost out. 

His sleeves were shucked up his soft muscular forearm to check his watch. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets like moles in a whack-a-mole machine when he saw the time. 

SHIT! 

It was 4:30, the time he's expected to be at Alderaan Apples Elementary to pick up his twins. He didn't have the time it would normally take him to drive 20 minutes back to his place for a 10 minute shower, and then drive 30 more minutes to be at his kids' school. He normally didn't work that late, since he owns the shop he can choose his own hours. But Anakin lost track of time obsessing over work and now he'd have to embarrass his kids by showing up covered in it. Their teacher would probably be there to chew him out, but in his defense this really didn't happen all that often. 

That teacher being arguably the biggest reason why he hated that they’d see him looking how he did right then. They're awfully pretty, with a chest that he's pictured slapping and sucking while their thick ass recoils from bouncing on his uncut cock. They had just moved to their average sized town at the start of the year, they told him at the parent teacher conferences at the beginning of the school year. Something about yearning to get away from their lackluster small town but also being too afraid to venture out into any kind of big city on their own. 

They were making the cutest little gestures when they were shyly talking his ear off too, shifting their thighs together as they swayed and never letting their eye contact stray too far away from their freshly polished mary janes. Anakin was very careful about remembering everything he could about Luke and Leia's first real school year. Hell, he was more scared than they were. But there was just something in the way this new teacher did their best to soothe any worries the kids might have. 

"It's okay, we'll be going on this new adventure together. And I'll do my very best to be there for you every step of the way. I hope you can be brave and look after me too!"

Luke nodded timidly but with a newfound sense of determination. Leia shouted an affirmative, being more extroverted in comparison to her brother. 

Their teacher was young, somewhere in their early 20's. Most likely having flown into town right after getting their degree. It made something in his gut swirl and simmer, imagining their delicate finger tracing his crow's feet and tugging on the gray in his hair. Their head nestled gently in between his squishy pecs, some of his muscle definition was lost with age but he had a feeling you'd like how much the slight softness of his belly highlighted the muscle underneath. 

The cliche apples in the blouse their teacher was wearing seemed to have Anakin in a trance as he zoned out. He grunted in acknowledgement when he needed to and slipped every form and newsletter he was given into his satchel. When it was time to head home, Luke and Leia clung to their teacher's legs. Anakin rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and bent over to pry them off. He explained how sorry he was, being a single dad meant that whether or not he meant to, the kids still looked for a mother figure. 

He'll never forget the way your eyes widened by a fraction, flicking up to make eye contact with his feigned nonchalant stare. You seemed.... happy to hear that he was single. But that could've just been an old man getting wrapped up in the delusions that he still has it. 

"I'm so sorry to hear that, Mr. Skywalker. I'm sure you don't need me to tell you how hard it is to do what you do everyday, but let me just say that I think you're doing an excellent job."

He thinks you'd do even better. 

By the time he had finished reliving that fond little memory, he could spot the street sign for the street the school was on. Ruffling his hair, he made a sharp right turn and slowly pulled into the parking lot. His black chevy truck performed beautifully like always so he gave her a solid pat on the hood. He turned on his heel, immediately seeing his children hugging either one of your legs. He was only 10 minutes late, it wasn't any better but he would never make his kids feel like he abandoned them. He never wanted them to go through what he had gone through when he was their age. 

He adjusted his collar and made a last ditch effort to wipe his fingers off on his clothes. He heard a  quiet cough. He shot his head up to catch your unamused eyes. A wry smile appeared on his face as he jogged over to you. When he reached  the three of you, he immediately crouched and placed a hand on Luke and Leia's shoulders. 

"Dad's really sorry, okay? He just lost track of time but he rushed over here as fast as he could as soon as he realized what time it was."

Luke peeked out from behind your leg, "Like the Flash?"

"Yes, Luke, like the Flash." Anakin chuckled, slowly opening his arms wide in the hopes that his kids weren’t too mad at him. 

Thankfully he was instantly overwhelmed by two bodies slamming into him, almost knocking him onto the ground and tumbling down the concrete steps. Luke was clutching onto him so tightly and Leia was giggling up a storm. He stood up and gently ushered his kids into holding one of his hands so they could stand beside him. 

He cleared his throat a few times before finally addressing you. 

"I'm so sorry, I don't know if you overheard but work was really hectic today and I didn't want to waste more time cleaning up. Please just think of me how you did before, I won't look like this tomorrow."

You sighed, shaking your head with a small smile. Your blouse had a floral pattern today, blue covered in peonies and apple blossoms. Your pants were some kind of plaid thing but you make them work so well. Anakin had  to actively keep his eyes from eye fucking your wide hips and oggling the expanse of your butt in the tight pants. Just thinking about how little must be left to the imagination made his cock ache in his overalls. But he restrained himself, he was going to ask you out when he was in a much better and.... cleaner state. He pushed the thoughts down and settled himself down with daydreams of the near future. 

"It's alright, Mr. Skywalker. I understand your situation, so long as it doesn't happen frequently and the children don't have to wait too long, we won't have a problem." You gently admonished the older man, not hiding the protective tone in your voice but still looking up at him with bashful warmth in your eyes. 

Stars, the way you were already so protective over his kids made him even harder. He briefly wondered how you'd be with their younger siblings. The image made his heart flutter and a wide smile stretched his lips. He shuffled from one foot to the other, praying to whatever God is out there that he's able to hide his boner in his baggy overalls. He still had quite a few years before he even wanted to think about having the birds and bees talk with the kids. He adjusted his overalls quickly and reached out a greasy rough palm to you. 

"I swear this won't happen everyday, thank you for being so kind. I definitely won't forget it." He murmured with a wink that was open to interpretation. 

You bit your lip as you leaned forward to slip your smooth palm into his. A sharp shiver traveled up Anakin's body and butterflies erupted in your stomach at the contact. You clicked your heels together and shook his hand, the weight of it made certain kinds of thoughts pop into your head that you'd rather not deal with at the moment. 

Reluctantly Anakin pulled his hand away, making sure it lingered more than was necessary or appropriate. He put his back to you and double checked that Luke and Leia had one hand in each of his and their other hands on the strap of their backpacks. Luke had one with planets on it while Leia had one with dinosaurs. He looked down at their feet to make sure that they were going slow and steady on the steps. They reached the bottom of the steps and walked across the parking lot to Anakin's truck. He opened the back seat, lifting Leia first and waiting for her to settle in before nearly throwing out his back bending down again to help Luke in. He buckled them up and made sure their seatbelts were fastened properly. He took a few steps back and gingerly closed the backseat door on Luke's side. His back was screaming at him on the trip around the back of the truck, it especially burned when he haphazardly threw his door open and climbed up into the driver's seat. 

The drive home was the same as it was everyday. Leia excitedly told her father all about every single detail of her day and Luke needing less coaxing to talk about his as the school year progressed. Luke was upset when they ran out of apple juice at lunch because that meant he had to have grape. Leia bragged about the rock she painted during craft time. Anakin listened intently, no matter what kind of depraved shit he felt for their teacher, he wanted to take extra care that both of his kids felt heard and appreciated at the end of the day. He responded with jokes and questions to keep them talking, it distracted them from realizing how long the drive was to the house.

They pulled into the house's garage half an hour later. Anakin was about ready to collapse into a pile of bones in his recliner. Luke and Leia ran like bats out of hell through the door and up the stairs to their bedrooms. He could hear the sounds of them putting their backpacks on their hooks and unzipping them to go through the jungle of papers they stash in them. 

The fridge was fresh out of Dr. Pepper so Anakin grumbled and got a can of bud lite from his locked minifridge on the counter. He managed to make it to the couch before he let himself fall face first onto the cushions. 

The pitter patter of tiny feet bounding down the stairs yanked him from sleep so he sat up and leaned his cheek against the arm of the couch.

"Dad! Dad! Dad! Look!" Luke blurted out, shoving some kind of paper in his dad's smushed face. 

Anakin grimaced but made himself sit upright. He reached out and took the paper from Luke, holding it at a good distance away from his face and at a downwards angle so he could read it properly. 

"What's this, buddy?"

"It's a paper for the party, Dad! The Valentine's day one that's um.... this Friday, i think.” Luke nervously wrung his hands in his striped shirt as he spoke. “I want to get something for my teacher too…” 

Anakin rubbed his shaved chin as he read the paper. Luke was right. It was a newsletter informing parents about the Valentine's Day party each class would be holding on Friday. There would be no working or classes and instead every class would have an all day party for both the children and their parents. Students were allowed to bring any snacks of choice, but they had to bring a box of valentine cards for their class and give one to every student in their class.

"That must be nice, having no school for a day. Well, i'll be there on Friday and tomorrow we can go to the store and get the supplies for you and your sister." 

“And we can get something for my teacher?”

“Of course Luke, that’d be a very nice thing to do for them.”

"Okay! Thanks, dad, love you!" Luke cheered, bouncing on his feet and kissing Anakin on the cheek while giving him a second long side hug before running back upstairs. 

The next day the Skywalker family was back in the truck on the way to the biggest local supermarket in the area. It wasn't too far, just in the next town over. They could've gone to the smaller store back home, but the kids liked having options and liked car rides that were like little road trips. (Why they hated the longer drives when they were to school but liked them in situations like this, Anakin could sympathize. 

Anakin shut the radio off when they pulled into the large parking lot of the supermarket. He put his car in park and turned the engine off. The wind chill smacked him right in the face as soon as he stepped out of his seat. He rubbed his hands up and down his arms to warm himself up and walked over to get Leia and Luke out of the car as quickly as possible without freezing his ass off. They did the standard routine of holding their dad's hands while they crossed the parking lot. Anakin was telling them to look both ways to watch out for any cars that were coming as they walked along the crosswalks. Mercifully they weren't in the cold long before they entered the store.

The bright white LED overhead lights made Anakin want to pass out but he followed closely behind the kids that were already running themselves ragged all over the place. He reminded them what they were here for and his arms were pulled to their breaking point all the way to the card aisle. There were so many options of valentine card packs. There were Bluey ones, Spiderman, ones that looked like the cootie catchers you fold and pull apart, et cetera. 

Luke ended up choosing Spiderman ones that came with pencils. Leia chose a kitten design for her cards. 

Anakin almost fell asleep on the ride home. He let the kids pick out drinks from the little displays in front of the registers so they were miles away in sugar rush land. He made a note to pop a couple ibuprofens before he went to bed. Some days are easier than others but since his wife passed away when his kids were newborns, he’s never known what it was like to be able to depend on someone else to always be there to help. His childhood friend Obi-wan stops by every so often to stay over, his mom and step-dad babysit when he stops being stubborn, but that’s once in a blue moon. The sunset casts light onto the sunspots and hair on his arms. He rolled both of his sleeves up because his body typically runs hot and global warming making the temperature 65 degrees in the middle of February does him no favors. 

The McDonald’s they drove through got the kids happy meals wrong three times, something that was clearly a sign of the apocalypse. 

He had to remind Luke and Leia not to run too fast as they clammored out of the truck with his assistance and bolted to the front door. Anakin sighed his millionth sigh of the day and clamped a hand on Leia’s head to steady her as he searched his rusty old keyring for their house key. His steady hand inserted the key into the lock, ushering his kids inside with his free hand while he pushed the door open. His long legs moved at a sloth like pace, Leia and Luke ignored him and shot up the stairs like two little rockets.

“Guys, slow down. Marshmallow feet, remember?” He reminded them and leaned around the corner so they could hear him, shaking his head in exasperation when all he gets in response is a couple “Okay, dad!”s. 

The white and orange ibuprofen bottle stored in one of the many dark wood cabinets over the fridge beckoned him with a come hither motion. He’s little more than a slave to his baser instincts so he dutifully heeded the call. The cabinet creaked when he cracked it open but he couldn’t give less of a fuck as he dove for the pill bottle and shook out a few orange pills. He exhaled in relief in a way that would suggest he was smoking weed when his adams apple bobbed as the pills hit his stomach. 

With that mindless task out of the way, Anakin slowly journeyed up the stairs to get Leia and Luke ready for bed. He kept a stern eye on them to ensure they brushed their teeth, used their mouthwash properly, and washed their faces. After the kids completed their bedtime routines, he tucked them into bed while humming a lullaby Obi-Wan had taught them when he held them as infants. He gave them their time to say goodnight to their mom, Luke looked at the glow in the dark stars on his ceiling when he said it and Leia clutched her stegosaurus plushie when she whispered her goodnight. 

Anakin didn’t contribute but he warmly kissed his twins on their foreheads and tucked the corners of their comforters around their shoulders. 

His heavy work boots thundered against the hardwood floor of the hallway as he walked out of their room and down the carpeted stairs to the den. He unhooked the buttons holding up his overalls on his shoulders and shimmied his ruined overalls down to his ankles. His hairy thighs expanded as he stepped out of them so he could kick them to the other side of the room. He was left in only his boxers and a white tank top that would never be white again. So he flexed his arms as he took that tank top off too. Grease stains were all over his body but he could at least take a shower now. 

His boxers joined the towels from yesterday’s shower on the floor as his soft cock flopped out. He gave it an absentminded stroke that injected something molten into his bone marrow. He bent over to reach the faucet and turned the water on. The shower didn't start until the water babbling over his thick calloused fingers was hot enough to cook a lobster in. 

He rolled his shoulders back as he stepped into the shower. His mouth dropped open in a silent exclamation and his neck popped as his head lolled back. The onslaught of boiling hot water pin pricked his skin in a pleasure-pain sort of way that made his thoughts temporarily quiet down. 

His cock gave a couple twitches but Anakin elected to wait until he had at least washed his hair before he rubbed a much needed orgasm out. 

3-in-1 shampoo that smelled like some dior cologne was all up in his hair, his hands unhurriedly glided through his short-ish soapy strands. He angled his head back and let the lather he had worked up be drowned out by the shower head. He grabbed his vanilla & shea butter body wash and let the spout rest against his glistening pecs as his fingers curled around the stocky bottle and squeezed. The smooth liquid spurted out over his pecs and dripped down his body. He reached his hands right up under the steady stream and soaped up his pecs, ghosting his thumbs over his puffy nipples before spreading his hands out and spreading the soapsuds all over the rest of his body. 

Squelching sounds echoed off the shower floor as Anakin widened his stance. His right hand was subconsciously traveling closer and closer to his half-hard cock. He had worked so hard, finally being able to relax and luxuriate in the silence made the blood in his body migrate further south. 

A certain teacher flashed through his mind, his head whipped down in shock to discern how greatly his flushed cock swelled up faster just at the single image of his kids’ kindergarten teacher. 

An aurora borealis of fantasies swirled in the air. 

You’re kneeling on a pillow (he would be at serious risk of getting more brow wrinkles if you had to touch the harsh dirty floor with your bare skin.) and bobbing your head up and down the fat cock making a bulge in your cheek. Your sparkling eyes have this glazed over look to them as he anchors his hands on the back of your head. He widens his stance and bullies your throat with his heavy cock. You squeak and sputter but you take it like such a good pet. Your plump lips slide off of his meat a couple inches but before he can do anything, you’re groping his taut ass as you wiggle your head down to the base of his cock. Your eyes flutter shut as your brain shuts off; your nose is buried right in his musky bush. His face scrunches up in the best kind of pain, but he locks his gaze on the way your eyes roll back when he begins to skull fuck you.

Thank god for oral fixations. 

“Gonna let Daddy soak this warm throat pussy?” Don’t worry, he knows you can’t exactly use your vocal chords properly at the moment. So he nods your head for you, deepening his thrusts into slow sharp jabs. 

He’d baptize you in cum if you let him, your skin would look so pretty and glossy covered in it. He’d help you wipe it off after he cements the image of your eyelashes sticking together in his mind. 

Now he’s grabbing your love handles while his cock builds his dream home in your guts. Your ass shakes back against his hips as you try to steady the phone in your hands and face it towards the overhead. He grabs your hair in one fist and gently tugs your head up so you can pay attention properly. He didn’t go through all this just to let you hide away from him. In a perfect world, the kids would be staying with his mom so you’d be more than welcome to lose your voice.

The vision in his mind shifts to you being on your back, hands trembling trying to hold your legs as close to your chest as possible. You’re looking up at him like he was born in the center of the sun. He’s looking back at you like you’re the moon made flesh, eternally encapsulated in his sea of stars. Anakin smiles triumphantly but with a heady passion in his gait that threatens to burn his lungs to ash, coughing them up over your open heart. 

“You’re doing so well puppy, that’s my brave baby.” He coos and pries your hands off your thighs finger by finger. 

Once your hands are free, his larger ones ardently seek out yours like a dog going after a bone. The rough texture of his digits feels like an uncomfortably pleasant caress as they lace together with your own. He doesn’t look at anything else; can’t think of anything else when you make the cutest little watery gasp as his cock humps along the crack of your hole. The red tip of it gets caught against your outer sweet spot as if trying to give your crotch small pecks. His eye wrinkles crinkle when his smile widens and he offers a breathy laugh. 

He squeezes your hands tightly as he wraps a hand around his cock and directs it to its northern star. Your nails digging into his knuckles don’t distract from your hole stretching itself wide to suckle at his encroaching length. 

And if in the shower he spilled into his feverishly fucked fists at the concept of crimson liquid mixing with cum to make a pink swirl where your bodies meet, you’d never know. He thumbed at the glans under his cock tip as he came down from his high, skirting a fingernail up a vein on the side and wishing he was mouthing the space between your shoulder blades; preening your white feathers with his scratchy tongue. 

The next couple days were gone with a couple of blinks. He never deviated from his routine; wake up, wipe off the drool on his face, get kids ready and take them to school, go to work, clean up, go pick kids up from school, help with whatever work 6 year olds would have, put them to bed, jerk off in the shower till his legs ache, fall asleep on his stomach with his the right side of his face smushed into a pillow. 

He did find some time to put together a teacher’s appreciation basket for you. You more than anyone else deserved a few something somethings on a day meant to represent love. The gifts were packed nicely and neatly in a vintage wicker basket wrapped in a red gingham bow and covered in see through red plastic wrap. Your reaction would regrettably have to be viewed from afar, but he’d know how to move forward depending on what adorable expression you had all over your face.

The night before the party, Anakin allowed Luke and Leia to stay up a smidge later than normal so that they could get all of their things ready for the party. Anakin’s special present slept soundly in the seat next to his in front of his truck. An additional gift from Luke was tucked inside along with an item from Leia who had insisted on it when she found out Luke was getting you something.. The basket being hidden away for the time being allowed him to focus completely on helping his children with their gifts at the coffee table. 

Luke’s eyes were droopy as he wrote down the names of his classmates in the hearts made to look like Spiderman’s mask in his cards. He inserted  most of the pencils in the intended slot on the left of the cards by himself before he slumped against Anakin’s arm and weakly pushed the pile of cards towards his dad. Anakin chuckled as he ruffled Luke’s fluffy blonde hair and teasingly whispered that he didn’t know a boy could be so sleepy. His son blinked at him as if to say how unfunny his dad was before yawning and snuggling further into his father. 

Anakin pushed the rest of the pencils into the card slots and sealed all of the cards with red heart stickers. He lifted his head to look across the glass coffee table to check in on how Leia was doing. For how fiery his daughter was already at such a young age, she wasn’t immune to getting tired before 8:30. The signature buns on her head that she loved begging him  to do for her had loose hairs poking out of them because of how Leia had buried her head in her arms. 

Anakin blew a breath out in fond chagrin as he easily reached over the table and delicately removed the pins holding the buns in place. He fluffed out the hair that fell down so her scalp wouldn’t feel weird when she woke up. 

He hoisted Luke up in one arm and Leia in the other (something they were getting a bit too big to continue doing) and slowly but surely deposited them on the couch. He snatched a white plush blanket from the linen closet and settled it over them before turning back to the massive amount of paper cards on the table. He finished the last of Leia’s cards a short while later. He sorted the cards into orderly piles and put them in sandwich bags that he took to the kids room so he could put the bags in their backpacks. 

Anakin came back to the living room as he tried to shoo the sleep away by digging his knuckles into his eye sockets in a lazy rub. He opened the cabinet and took out a package of pink frosted sugar cookies with red heart shaped sprinkles, a pack of capri suns, and a tupperware bowl full of mini brownies. With a long drawn out yawn he set the snacks out on the counter so that he would remember them tomorrow morning. He got a set of paper plates and a sectioned set of cutlery in case you needed any extra. Maybe you’d give him one of those corny gold star stickers as a thank you. 

Friday morning was ushered in by  two children risking their dad’s life by flopping on his stomach with all the strength they had while he was sleeping. 

“OH FU-“ He shouted before he remembered who was in the room and gently rolled them off of his stomach. “What exactly do you two think you’re doing?”

 "It's time to wake up dad, we're gonna be late for school!" Leia said with a dismayed look on her somewhat chubby face. 

Anakin looked away and meekly mouthed a 'sorry' as he looked at the led clock that he had forgotten to set an alarm on. 

Fuck, not again. 

He sat up in bed and hunched over; his head buried in his hands. Luke and Leia crowded around him as they tried their best to comfort their father, giving his back light pats. He let them pull his hair so that he'd look up at them. He smiled in gratitude and crawled out of bed as quickly as he could to get the day started. 

He made a comical sight; hobbling around the floor with his ripped jeans pooled around his feet as he raced to get his kids ready for school in time. His belt was a fairly new black leather piece that he'd been keeping for a special occasion, but the anxiety of the morning made him grapple with getting the buckle in place. Once that was done a shameful amount of time later, he shoved his clothes to the side in his closet as he searched for a nicer, more "classy" dress shirt. Anakin gnawed at his bottom lip and eventually decided on a black silk button up that matched his belt. He crouched, chanting in his head that he hoped he wouldn't tear a muscle, and chose a pair of italian leather slides that his mom had gotten him for Father's Day a couple of years ago. The bathroom mirror held back no punches when it showed Anakin the state of his head. He crossed his fingers and smoothed back his hair with the tiniest glob of gel; the water he splashed on his face would have to do some serious charity work. He could only hope that you liked the naturally unkempt but not too unkempt kind of look, a striking sort of ruggedness. 

"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad..." Luke droned, understandably fed up with waiting on his dad to deal with another one of his mini mid life crisis episodes. 

"I'll be right there Luke, hold on a second, please."

Anakin gave into his son’s begging and let him brush his teeth with the birthday cake flavored toothpaste today. Even though the dentist moaned about how hard it was to clean out when they introduced it to Luke at his last appointment. His Spiderman toothbrush played a jingle meant to sound like the theme song when Luke did his 2 minutes of brushing. Anakin stood protectively behind him as he spit in the sink, his hand hovered over his head so he wouldn't hit it. He took Luke's toothbrush and ran it under the water before he put it back in the clear organizer next to the faucet. He poured the recommended amount of mouthwash from the bottle and passed the lid that acted as the cup to Luke. Luke grimaced but he tipped the cup up so the blue liquid would pour in his mouth, he swished it around and then spat it out too. He sipped from the glass of water that was handed to him and proudly beamed at his father.

"Good job, Luke. I'm so proud of you." Anakin congratulated him, Luke was still finicky about floss so today would not be the day that he attempted to get him to use it. 

Being a parent means knowing how to pick your battles and what time to schedule them. 

Anakin brushed Luke's hair and fluffed it out a bit like a surfer (how Luke likes it). He grabbed his son by his underarms and lifted him off of the step stool. The mirrors in their house were still a bit too high for his kids to see properly so for now the stools had a purpose. He would be sad when they no longer needed them. 

Anakin quickly dipped into the twins room to grab their backpacks. He had already gotten them dressed after he got out of bed earlier. He helped Luke put his on and then repeated the same process with Leia. Her toothbrush made a loud roar when she finished brushing, and she had a fit of giggles in response. His daughter preferred straightforward mint toothpaste so morning routines really weren't that much of a struggle with her. Once she put the glass of water down on the sink, she eagerly turned her back to her dad and pointed at her loose hair. Anakin saluted as he began shaping her hair into the buns she loves so much. He reminded her not to mess with them too much or they'd fall apart, and she always responded that she knew that already. 

They got in a single file line on their mission out the door. Anakin nabbed the containers of snacks and briefly freaked out wondering if he lost the cards before he remembered that they were in the kids' backpacks. He double checked if his keys and wallet were in his pockets, and to his relief everything was where it was supposed to be.

Well, mostly everything. He'd never forget about you, don't worry. 

He put his phone on do not disturb before tossing in the front seat next to his along with the basket already sitting there. 

Anakin told Luke and Leia to buckle their seatbelts as he inserted his key into the keyhole and started the car. He heard them buckle up and waited for the tell tale clicks before putting his car into drive. They had to leave than some of the other kids in their school would have to since they lived farther away, but because it was so early the twins could only yawn and hold onto the other twins' booster seat. Anakin thanked the cosmos and turned the radio on but kept it a low volume; Frank Sinatra's rich voice was the best company on a drive like this. 

The school entrance was abundantly decorated. A large white banner along the front entry archway announced the festivities. A flurry of red, pink, and white ribbons hung across the ceiling of the lobby. Every door had hearts representing the students in their class covering them, the kids's names scrawled in their own messy handwriting with cheap crayons. 

The door of your classroom was the last one on the left. You kept a bottle of hand sanitizer in front of it because you were very particular about hygiene, a trait that served you extremely well in your job. Luke and Leia pointed out where on the door their hearts were as they waited for you to open the door. The Skywalker family were the first ones there so Anakin wasn't sure if it was okay to just drop in on you unannounced. He wished that you would drop on him unannounced. He cradled his gift basket  in his arms as if it were a fragile baby.  

A few minutes later, your heels were heard clacking against the tile floor. The silver door knob jiggled before it stopped moving and the door took its sweet sweet time opening. Your head poked out and your face brightened when you saw who was at the other end. You sunk down into a squat, putting your hands on your knees as you addressed the children. 

"Why, hello Leia; hello to you too Luke. You're a tad early, but you can go ahead and hang your backpacks on the hooks in your cubbies. I haven't finished setting everything up, so you can sit down on any of those chairs at the front of the class." You greeted them and shook their hands before pointing out where they could sit. 

The twins obviously sat together. You didn't have assigned seating in your class, and you felt that Leia and Luke would be more comfortable sitting together during their first year at school. It wasn't guaranteed that they'd be in the same class next year. You were too sensitive to try to separate them. You cried a lot because of how scary school was when you were in their place, so you couldn't imagine being the cause for any tears your students shed.

Anakin was once again too caught up in studying your outfit. You had on a fitted shirt with a cardigan on top, it had thin strings that could unwind with no effort from him if he reached out and just pulled.

But that could wait. 

The kids scattered off to choose their seats. Your classroom had three circular tables with five small red chairs. Each chair had a small blanket on the back with a valentine's pattern. The table at the front where Luke and Leia were sitting had heart shaped placemats with a lace trim that looked like it should've been a doily, but in a… good way. You had red and pink plates on the smaller table next to your desk, as well as clear forks and spoons that looked like they had confetti inside of them. You figured that the parents would bring all of the refreshments and you didn't know what your students would want; you thought that the safest bet would be to hang back. 

Anakin did the most he could to soften his gaze when you straightened up and automatically locked eyes with the older man. He clocked how you instantly glanced down at the floor for a split second. You adjusted your collar, for some reason, and gave him the world’s smallest smile. Anakin was so certain that if he leaned in close enough, he would be able to hear your heart racing at the same accelerated pace as his.

 Some say that means it’s love. 

You fluttered your eyelashes, “Hi, Mr. Skywalker, thank you for coming. It’s always a pleasure to see Luke and Leia, but i’m glad that you could be here for them”

“Believe me, no one’s more happy about me being here than I am.” He blurted out without thinking, ‘Uh, I brought some snacks and drinks for everybody.”

You took in the capri suns and the desserts as your smile grew. Your hand curled around his bicep subconsciously, “Oh my gosh, that’s so nice of you! I’ll just put those over the-“ 

You couldn’t even finish your sentence before Anakin sauntered past you to put the food down on the table next to your desk. He placed the frosted sugar cookies down first, followed by the capri suns and brownies. 

He turned to face you and his shirt seemed to tighten over his chest as he rested his hands on his hips. His fingers flexed absentmindedly, like they wished they were gripping something else. 

“I can handle it, sweetheart. I’m 42, not 72.”  He chided you, strolling back over and chucking you under the chin; you were cute if you thought you’d be lifting a single finger the entire day. 

The way you nearly fell head over heels trying to fix your assumed faux paus was even cuter, “No, no- I- I didn’t mean anything- I just- Y-you look very capable to me, sir.” 

If your brain would let you, you would rip your face off to hide from your big mouth. Why the hell would you tell the much older father of two of your students that you think he looks “very capable”? WHAT POSSESSED YOU TO CALL HIM “SIR”? 

Anakin scratched his chin and decided that he’d let you off the hook with no more teasing from him. That’s a lie though, he was confident that you could take whatever he gave you. 

“Careful, don’t stroke my ego too much or I'll have to stroke yours. And please, I'd hate to have to remind you again, my name’s Anakin.” He was flirting a little too shamelessly for where you were, but he was still thinking with his upstairs head and guided you to a back corner. 

“I actually got you something myself, but uh,  if it’s all the same to you, I'd wait to open it until you’re nice and snug at home.” 

He gladly took a short walk to your car with you and helped you set the basket down safely in the trunk. He told you to stand back as he slammed the trunk door shut; slapping it for good measure to make sure it was properly closed. 

The two of you returned to your classroom and like the good little helper Anakin wanted you to know he could be, he helped you greet the incoming parents and students. He even took any concessions they brought and put them with the others

By 8:15 everyone you expected was in your classroom. A few kids were without their parents so you asked some of the other students to invite them to enjoy the party; a party’s no fun alone. 

At some point around 9:00 you had the stray daydream of Anakin pinning you against the wall outside of your door as he savagely plundered your mouth with his teeth and tongue. Finger shaped bruises and a promise to ‘see you at home, baby’ would keep your usually freezing cold body warm. You glance at the man out of the corner of your eye to see that he was already staring. He looked like he wanted to teach you a lot of things.

Whatever that meant. 

The morning half of the day consisted of the cafeteria delivering breakfast and watching a couple of movies that the class voted on. The Lego Batman Movie was first (a unanimous decision), and Wreck-it-Ralph was picked after that (some kids wanted to watch the minion movie like always but you were secretly happy that they weren’t the majority.) 

Lunchtime was when you decided to let the students have the snacks, they were welcome to go down to the cafeteria with a guardian if they wanted actual food but they didn’t have to. You weren’t surprised when none of the seats became empty. 

Anakin had to wrench the small plastic chair away from his ass before he winked charmingly and speed walked to the snack table to help you. The air between the both of you had inexplicably become charged with insurmountable tension. The chaos didn’t give you much chatting time so you could only glances and brush your arms together; how accidental those touches were was up for debate. 

Especially when he needed to get through to the plates and forks behind you. 

“Sorry, let me just squeeze past you.” He whispered in your ear, his big hands using your waist to steady you as he pressed his back flush against your chest. 

In the blink of an eye he was gone. The invisible hands chained to your skin remained. You fanned your face with one of the cheap paper plates as you floated back to your body and got a hold of yourself.  

You looked over at the Skywalker trio to see Luke and Leia point at you as they tirelessly tug on their dads sleeves until he caved. You saved him the trouble and went to them, bending down so you could hear the twins properly.

“Do you two need something? I could see you making a fuss over here.” You teased. 

“Dad forgot to give you our presents….” Leia mumbled and Luke nodded sharply. 

Your eyes widened, “Oh! You didn’t have to get me anything, but the day’s not over yet. You can give them to me now.”

“I did not forget, Leia.” Anakin shook his head, fidgeting in the uncomfortable chair. “They’re in the basket Dad brought, and your teacher has it in her car outside, okay?” 

You nodded and confirmed their fathers words, “He’s right. I didn’t know that there were things from you and your brother in it too but it’s safe and sound. I pinky swear.” 

Two much smaller pinkies met you halfway and wrapped around yours. The Skywalker twins giggled as they turned it into an impromptu arm wrestle competition and beat you easily. (You felt they were going to snap your finger off if they kept tightening their hold so you bowed out.) 

Anakin watched with hearts in his eyes and his head propped up in his hand, his eyes crinkled at the inherent domesticity of the act. 

Luke and Leia agreed to call their exhibition match a draw. 

The sun had already set by the time you got home. You were so tired that you nearly dropped your keys down the stairwell; you didn’t want to spend your night fishing them out of the grass.The wicker basket in your arms was at risk of falling too but you got your door opened and you crumpled on the loveseat.

 “Oof, I should probably get this sorted out now or I'll just forget about it.” You said as your body protested you moving a single inch from your sunken spot. 

You grabbed your emerald green pair of scissors and cut the top of the plastic wrap off.The wrapping  squealed as you tore it off the rest of the basket. You peered into it and thankfully it looked like a run of the mill teacher’s appreciation gift; for a valentine’s day it was a little strange but since it was from Anakin… you’d slip on your rose colored glasses. 

There was a medium sized teddy bear, a couple three wick candles; your favorite was the one that smelled like the conversation hearts candy. There was also a custom made box of chocolates from the bakery you frequented, and three burgundy roses that you trimmed properly before dropping them in the vase on your kitchen island. 

The ‘world’s best teacher’ stood out like a sore thumb but it made you smile anyway. 

The teddy bear was incredibly fluffy and bubblegum pink; it’s holding a sparkly red heart with the word ‘princess’ sewed in hot pink thread in the center. You swept the fur away from its black eyes so it could see. The bear was pretty cute, and you had a problem handling your stuffed animal addiction, so you headed to your bedroom and laid it down with the rest of your plushies. 

You yawned and your mouth stretched like a goldfish when it does the same thing. The strings of your red cardigan came undone by your hands and you let it slide off of you and hit the floor. Your pink ribbed top joined it when you gathered enough energy to give a damn and move your arms. 

Your white bra was so plain but like hell if it didn’t make the man palming himself over his jeans rock hard. The kids were sound asleep in bed and the walls were thick so he could be as loud as he wanted. But this particular session wasn’t about achieving some grand climax. No. He just wanted to take things slow tonight. If he happened to gradually tumble over the edge along the way, he wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Anakin loved you, every inch of your body would soon be blissfully aware of that. 

The miniscule camera in the dot above the i in Princess loved you just as much. 

The fire that would wait to invite itself in for a surprise visit until you had left for work loved you more. 

a/n: i had this in the drafts for a bit but i was having a moment so i didn’t post it until now. happy valentine's day 💞

#dividers by cafekitsune and roseschoices #anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #star wars anakin #anakin smut #star wars x reader #mdni #tw dark content #yandere x reader #male yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere smut #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #⚰️.deaddove

[ozarkthedog]

Helloo hii, here to submit a prompt for your 10k Birthday Celebration please:

📝 - 10. "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice."

with Dilf!Joel Miller, preferably pre-outbreak!Joel, where reader is a friend of Sarah (of age), perhaps college friends, work colleagues etc... Artistic liberties of course welcome. ^^

🩷🩷

gif by the fabulous @nicolethered

Thank you for celebrating! I hope you enjoy this! 💙

warnings: DILF!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader. age gap. reader is Sarah's College friend. dirty talk. sexual tension. cliff hanger cause i'm evil.

word count: 655

✨10K Birthday Celebration✨

“Ugh, I’ll be right back. I forgot a book in my car.” Sarah says, standing from her seat at the kitchen table. 

You’d been studying with Sarah for an upcoming final all week long. It helped that her Dad, Joel,  allowed you to stay the entire week and not have to drive back and forth to your dorm every day.

“Where’s Sarah at?” Joel questions as he saunters down the stairs. You sneak a peek at his soft yet strong belly as he fixes his shirt. You narrowly miss his curious gaze when you flit your eyes back to your text book.

“Uh, she went out to her car.” You answer as you highlight a paragraph. Joel turns on the radio and busies himself around the kitchen.

You sneak another look at the handsome man as he opens the fridge door and searches for something to eat. You knew it was wrong to lust after him. He was so much older and not to mention your friend’s dad but you couldn’t keep your eyes off him.  

He sits down next to you with a plate full of eggs and a smirk. You give him a soft smile in return before returning to your studies. You try to focus on the words but every move the older man makes distracts you.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” Joel says, nonchalantly before taking a sip of his coffee.

Your eyes bug and your head whips in his direction. “What?” 

“Come on. Don’t play shy.” He muses and scoots his chair closer to you. He leans his elbows on the table, nudging your books, invading your space. “I can feel you undressing me with those pretty eyes.” 

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You reply shakily. 

Joel quirks a brow. “Oh no? Then how come you get all quiet when I come around? S’all most like that smart brain of yours goes all dumb whenever I’m in the room.”

He lays a hand on your knee and you jolt under his touch. The highlighter you’re holding falls from your grasp and rolls off the table onto the floor. 

Joel can’t help but smirk. “See? I ain’t doin’ nothin’ and you can’t even hold onto a pen.” He tips your chin up to meet his somber gaze. “What do you need pretty girl?”

Your lips part in a gasp as you drown in his primal energy. You’re caught like prey under the strong paws of a beast.

He looks at you under his lashes and licks his lips. “You want my cock? Is that it?”

You outright whimper. Heat swirls and ignites in your belly as he dips his head to your neck. 

“You’re a big girl,” Joel whispers into the crook of your neck. You shiver in response as he drags his lips along the shell of your ear. “You know what’s right and wrong.” 

It was wrong that you wanted him but it also felt so fucking right.

Joel wraps a large hand around the back of your next keeping you complaint. “I’d love to know how tight you feel wrapped around my cock.”

The front door whips open and disrupts the suffocating moment as Sarah makes her way into the house. 

“Hey, Babygirl. What took you so long?” Joel asks while shoveling eggs into his mouth.

“Ugh, sorry. I got caught talking to the neighbors.” She huffs as she sinks into her seat. “Sorry you had to keep the old man company.” She quips, nodding to the man next to you.

“Oh, that’s ok.” You send her a frazzled smile as your heart thumps steadily against your ribs. You sneak a look to your left, the reason you were in this predicament to begin with, and you’re met with playful, fiery eyes. 

Joel claps your shoulder with a chuckle. “Yeah, we’re gettin’ to know each other quite well.”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #10k birthday celebration #joel miller

[pomplalamoose]

hii do you think you could write some pure fluff for dilf!luke??🫶 i love your work btw🩷

Omg anonnn, you're so real for requesting this, especially because it made me notice that I didn't do that yet?! I'm appalled and we're SO getting that fixed today😤 thank you so much for your ask <33

⭐modern day AU Dilf!Luke x gn!reader⭐

post summary: a few fluffy headcanons about dating Dilf!Luke and a REALLY fluffy little drabble that's definitely not based on something that happened to me like yesterday

cw for slight mentions of smut

A/N: much thanks and love to @dailydragon08 and @eveningserenityyy who shared with me some of their ideas a while ago🩵

⭐• even when you weren't living together yet, even before your relationship, Dilf!Luke did his best to make sure you'd feel welcome and at home at his place

• not only because he desperately wished for you to visit more often, but because he wanted you to feel taken care of as well

• your favorite snacks are always stocked up on

• there's always a pack of your favorite tea in one of the kitchen drawers

• one or two of your cups are definitely deposited in a cupboard somewhere, forever clean and waiting for you to come over

• he's under the impression you like one of his sofa pillows best? It always rests on your spot together with a fluffy blanket he hopes you'll like

• even bathroom essentials show up without you having to ask for them

• somewhere, hidden away, Dilf!Luke keeps a toothbrush for the first time you'll hopefully spend the night

• Dilf!Luke really enjoys listening to classical music

• he owns a big CD collection of his favorite compositions and concerts and always has something playing in the background when he's doing his daily tasks or has to drive for longer durations

• sometimes, when he's in an especially good mood, he hums or whistles along

• he'll be so happy if you show an interest and gladly introduce you to pieces he thinks you'll like

• if you want to, he'll show you how to dance along as well

• he's a great dancer

• especially in the very beginning of your relationship it's one of his ways of getting close to you

• it's something he spends thinking about a lot in general

• though he did so even more when you weren't dating yet

• for a while it seemed to him like he was spending the entirety of his creative energy coming up with reasons to spend in your vicinity

• (his kid is appalled at his awful flirting techniques)

• suddenly, whenever you visit, he desperately needs help with his phone or laptop, pretending he doesn't know how they work at all

• please sit next to him and take a look, it won't take long

• would you like to try the food he's preparing for dinner?

• he'll feed you a little bit with a spoon or fork, his hand carefully placed under your chin to prevent anything from spilling over your shirt, sometimes using his thumb to wipe away remains out of the corner of your mouth

• you know, it's probably too much to ask of you, but would you mind terribly to hold a flashlight for him while he fixes (insert anything that could ever need fixing)?

• at some point even he has to admit his reasonings are turning somewhat ridiculous but he can't help himself

• in the end he knows he won't get over a wasted opportunity to have you by his side, to put his arm around you, to lean closer, like lost in thought

• to smell your hair

• he teases you if you blush, as if he isn't the one totally excited, as if his heart isn't beating out of his chest

• despite his rather high libido and what takes place in his very active sexual fantasies, Dilf!Luke is very sweet, almost shy, when he makes love to you

• he absolutely refuses to call it any other way either

• during the first few times he's so careful, so gentle, as if afraid of accidentally breaking you

• rarely he'll let his urges to fuck you roughly take over

• not when he's so grateful to be touching you at all that sometimes it nearly moves him to tears

• sex with Dilf!Luke is soft and cuddly as he bestows his adoration upon you

• everything about it, down to his breathy reassurances and praises, drives you insane in the best ways possible

⭐"Oh no, what is it, sweetheart?", Luke asks when, upon his return from work, he finds you a little unhappy heap in the kitchen.

His gaze worriedly searching for your eyes, he's by your side in seconds, not even stopping to take off his jacket before leaving a gentle kiss against your temple.

Though when you don't react as eagerly to his attentions as you usually do, he draws back again, brows furrowing in confusion and worry.

"My dear, what..."

You don't dare to look up at him but feeling your shoulders slump in defeat you shyly gesture across the room to where, amidst the chaos, sits the culprit of your woes.

The embodiment of everything that went wrong today.

And surprisingly it's only then, following the direction of your tired hand, that Luke properly notices the state of his kitchen and immediately after, with tendrils of steam still curling around it, the exceptionally ugly, slightly burned cake sitting proudly enthroned atop the counter.

At the sight his eyes widen dumbfoundedly and involuntary you find your body tensing, waiting for an angry outbreak, as you listen closely to the way he draws in a deep breath.

You've been dreading this exact moment the whole day.

To be precise, since the minute you decided to do something nice to surprise him and failed spectacularly.

You had hoped to clean up the mess in time, but didn't succeed and now...

A loud laugh escapes Luke, though he quickly clamps his mouth shut when you shoot him a look.

For a while both of you fall silent.

Not that you said much to begin with.

"Don't laugh at me.", you finally mutter indignantly, the first sentence today not consisting of several curse words.

Still you are more than relieved he isn't cross with you.

You know there's no reason for you to have been this afraid but apparently it's how they say. Old habits die hard.

Slowly you get up from your spot on the floor and make an effort to clear away the aftermath of a battle lost despite your highest efforts.

Oh, where to start?, you wonder until, upon closer inspection and to your immense horror, you suddenly spot traces of baking ingredients across your face and in your hair.

With a barely concealed smile Luke watches you freeze and then hurriedly bustle around the kitchen as if nothing happened.

His heart feels like it's about to burst from how endearing he thinks you are.

From how much he loves you.

From how much he loves that monstrosity of a cake.

He knows you won't listen to him now, aren't capable to do so in your current state of mind, but he says it anyways just because he can.

"I am so in love with you."

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

[b4sorex1a]

I was once again thinking about the doms that I like most in this universe of football players that I follow, I'm going to make a top 5 and I would really like to know yours

5th-Fermin, I think he's a good dom but I still can't see him being dom with the players above him

4th-João Felix-I see him as a dom, but I still think he would be versatile with some people(joão cancelo🤩)

3th-Jude Bellingham, the only Madridista I sympathize with. I can see him dominating many and being a sub to specific people

2th-A draw between Ferran and Pedri. If they were a couple they would fight to see who would dominate who. They are both doms on the same level (they would look for a sub togethef cofcof gavi cofcof)

1th-Robert Lewandowski, my favorite dilf. He would bring everyone down on that list to their knees for him, it could be a soft dom or a hard dom but it would be a true dom

Honorable mentions

Ronald Araújo-His big cock says all

Erling Haaland-he would be Jude's dom

Inigo Martinez-He must be vanilla and shouldn't even know what a dom or sub is😭, but gavi call him daddy…

Leo Messi-Controversial, but I see him as a dom but many see him as sub

tw: implied nsfw, minors dni.

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Ohhh yeah I’m into this top 5 of doms thing! My order of your doms goes like this!

5th — João Félix and Fermín López

I see Félix as a Top but not really as a dom! He’s too lazy for that lol! But yeah he can be a dom if he’s all pissed off! Fermín is a sweetheart I don’t see him being a Dom, but if he is, he’s a soft dom!

4th — Jude Bellingham

Yeah he can be a dom definitely! He’s a little bit controlling of his sub, doesn’t like for them to do or say stuff without his permission. “Sir” play, chained up play, rope play…

3rd — Pedri González

I love Dom! Pedri, it’s like a drug, he has dominant vibes EVERYWHERE, his way of presenting himself, his look, his eyes, he can put you in your place while he destroys your insides and he wouldn’t even bat an eye. He’s a sadist for sure, pain play, rough play,,,

2nd— Ferran Torres

Fuck he’s a man, a man, a maaan 😩. Yeah he can dominate anyone, he’s 6’1 and all muscle. He’s a sweet dom tho! Likes to impose himself but doesn’t hurt his sub. Daddy Kink play, public sex, passionate fucks, big dick energy…

1st— Robert Lewandowski

I agree! He’s like the dom, all calm but controlling, could make you beg. I see him as a hard dom, putting his sub in his place. Major bossy dom vibes. His sub needs to ask him for permission to touch themselves and to cum, if they don’t, they’re going to get punished hard. He has really good chemistry with bratty subs like Gavi because their dynamic connects so well!

I dare to say even age play goes well with him and Gavi, playing with the sinful fact that he’s older than his sub and that Pablo is so little and doesn’t know much about sex,, corruption kink vibes!

• Honorable mentions:

Yeah Araujo 😩, I don’t see Haaland as a dom but he’s topping for sure! Iñigo Martinez aaaa yes he’s so hot, and Gavi literally irl called him daddy so yeah daddy kink confirmed 100%.

Also let me tell you this.

Leo Messi 🇦🇷 is a top.

He’s dominating guys like Neymar like crazy. He’s a top guys. He’s even topping Cristiano Ronaldo idgaf my precious king Messi is a top.

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Do you agree/disagree with my top 5? Let me know 🩷

#fc barcelona #football rpf #football rpf smut #real madrid smut #top 5 beatdown #rpf smut #rpf prompts #Robert lewandowski prompt #pedri gonzalez prompt #fermin lopez prompts #joao felix prompt #ronald araujo smut #Ronald Araujo prompt #top joao felix #top Pedri gonzalez #top ferran torres #top robert lewandowski #top Ronald Araujo #top jude bellingham #smut prompts #top fermin lopez #dom! fermin? hot #bottom pablo gavi #pablo gavi prompt #leo messi prompt #top leo messi #football players smut #football rpf imagines #football smut

[mmmmmmmmmmmmsoup]

Yandere x gardener reader

(I was gonna call this man a dilf, but he got no kids... But very much dilf energy)

Warning: Yandere, stalking?, slight nsfw

• you were a gardener, you had been hired to a recent job of gardening where you go to peoples houses and clean up their gardens on the regular.

• now David had your company working in his yard for roughly a year now. He was use to people being in his back yard trimming trees, taking care of the flowers 8 in the morning.

• that was until you showed up.

• you were new, normal he staff never caught his eye, but something about you just stood out to him.

• maybe it was your soft smile, or the cute face you made when you were focusing on not cutting the blooming flowers.

• either way, David started to go outside and talk with the workers more, well... When you were around.

• he asked your boss about you in some hopes to get some info about you, but your boss only knew the basics.

• then he started to talk to you, asking how the weather was treating you, if you needed any water. Anything that would let him talk to you.

• he would even give you little tasks

• "Oh y/n, can you trim this bush for me?"

• "I have some plants in my house, but they aren't doing so well, could you come in and see what's wrong with them?"

• this man would purposely kill his plants and ruin his own garden if it meant you stayed longer and you and him could have someone one on one.

• if you needed anything handed to you, there he was, willing as ever.

• sometimes he just sat next to you watching you do your craft, it was relaxing to him. stressful for you though

• when he could, we would touch you. Just as simple as a hand on a shoulder or a pat on the back.

• he loved the way you smelled.

• and no, you didn't smell like flowers, or at least not at work. You were working in the heat of summer, planting, cutting, moving. You smelled of sweat and dirt.

• but he liked it. He thought it was arousing, which was something he never would think he liked

• overall David is a clean man, he likes a clean house, clean yard, and made sure to wash daily.

• I highly doubt he would ever help you with the big, more dirtier jobs, but he will gladly watch.

• but he might cut a flower by "accident" and use the excuse that it would be a shame to throw it away, just so he can put it in your hair

• he hated when you took break for launch.

• As the costumer, he isn't really allowed to bug you when on break, and when he watches you from his window, chat and laugh with your coworkers, it drives him crazy

• "that should be me keeping her company, making her laugh."

• David never went crazy with chatting, touching, helping you, not until he got you alone

• some how he had convinced your boss, that he only really needed on worker for his yard, and that you were strong and smart enough to handle that role

• so on the upside, you got a raise and became a lead gardener, the down side, David's obsessions started to show more

• he visited you more while you were working

• touches that lasted a little too long

• he would even keep you company during your launch break, even make you food!

• you've tried to decline, but he would look so sad when you did

• when he did make you food, it usually was a type of sandwich or something nutritions, after all you gotta lot of work to do

• unknown to you, he would add his secret sause (Jesus Chris, why am I writing this)

• sometimes he would eat with you, and other times he just watched you eat, with a smile on his face making conversation

• but when he started giving you gifts is when you had to put your foot down

• "David, you are one of the company's best costumers, and I enjoy working for you, but it's unprofessional to be doing this"

• this man would be so confused and sad!

like sir, you cannot give your gardener a pearl necklace with little flower gems on it, and still be professional

• "but I got it just for you! You work so hard and who else's am I going to give this to?"

• you still declined.

Ok this is getting too long, I gotta make a part 2

#yandere x reader #yandere #my writing

[andy-clutterbuck]

𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐋 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐞

#he went back to baker street andy he has great mouse detective things to do #or he went back to the spice cabinet idk #Andrew Lincoln #* #andygifs #Actual English Muffin Andrew Clutterbuck #THERE HE IS #The Mayor of Dilfshire #SANTA SCRUFF #BIG SOFT DILF ENERGY #he is even alive if he's not squinting when filming himself? no #ah my favorite cryptid #The Cotswolds Unicorn #*shoving him in my pocket and running through the english countryside* #his little hat #EXCUSE ME BUT THE NOSE™

[glorified-red]

Hii

I was wondering how do you see the batboys??

(I mean physically what version of them since there’s been multiples)

Ooo this is interesting! I actually love hearing about this kind of stuff.

Bruce: I usually imagine him older because I like to include all of the batfamily so he has to be an adult adult. I actually really liked Ben Affleck's Batman and I think it's the closest I can get to explaining how I view Bruce. He's got a little bit of grey but in a Sugar Daddy Way™. He's tired but still handsome. Very much a DILF but like, a tired DILF with fifty kids.

Dick: Wolfgang Novogratz. I've literally posted side by sides of him and Dick from the newer Nightwing issues, it's uncanny. I found him while watching "Feel The Beat" on Netflix so that's the version I usually picture as Dick.

Jason: I view him as a mix between a bunch of fanart I've seen on here. The one I resonate the most with is @mammutblog 's Jason with de-aged Tim. It's so good and I love the way they capture Jason's energy because it's spot on in my brain. He's pretty! But also handsome! And also big! But soft! It's perfect in every way.

Tim: Belen Ortega's Tim in Urban Legends. I used to imagine Tim in his Red Robin suit (not the one with the cowl, the one with the X across his chest) but her Tim is just MWUAH. That plus @chamiryokuroi 's Tim just makes my brain happy and I can't unsee that Tim, it's gonna be that way forever.

Damian: I really loved the way he was drawn in his Robin run. His body type, suit, energy, it was perfect. I really love it. That's how I picture him when reading batfamily fanfics but when I read/write older Damian I tend to view him a bit more defined? And more regal? Idk how to explain it. His personality shifts when I age him up so I usually change the way I view him to reflect that. He's more comfortable in his own skin instead of trying to fill shoes that aren't his. But I guess that's more of a body language topic.

#asks

[atvace]

Lady Dior and the Seven Dilfs

Chapter 7: Lil Preppy

Masterlist

You sat in the headquarters cafeteria, spinning your pink can of Monster energy drink. you collected your thoughts about the case, trying to connect the dots. You were slightly puzzled about how a big-ass missile is interlinked with drug trafficking. it's pretty out of your field to mend evidence by evidence into a conclusion, but you're trying.

"You okay, Dior?" You felt a soft touch on your shoulder, frowning at the callsign you tilt to the source of the voice. he raised his eyebrow and bent his face to your side, "The walls have ears, gotta get tactical, yeah?" you smiled and nod. "I'm fine, I was just recollecting my thoughts. I feel like there's something deeper about this case." you shuffled your small notebook and open the content to soap. "I genuinely think that they have a backup. it's crazy powerful if this organization runs independently."

He rested his fingertips on the rail of the chair, "This taken?". you shook your head as he sat to examine your papers. turning a few pages with scribbles and doodles around, highlighted texts, and many more notes. "You're investigating this outside duty?" You nodded, "could've used my spare time for clues." You shrugged, shifting the notebook to your fore.

"Any closure?" You raised your eyebrow at the question. "Suspect is Iranian holding possibly more than one missile. my deduction was two but I could be wrong," you submerged a few pictures of a missile anatomy. "I'm certain hostage is unnecessary for them, because," you flipped a page to multiple cut newspapers. "I haven't found the very root of this but the US missile that shat on them, they got grumpy when their leader died so their second-in-command took over," Soap listened to your lecture.

But his mind was a little out of space. whilst you're talking, he gets to closely notice many of your small features. now, the military has been up his ass, the only time he has seen some woman in his life was whenever the team went to the bar to get some mission accomplishment tributes but that doesn't count because it was based on lust. he never gets to actually notice a woman who is charming in her own way, like you.

you're a smart woman, nobody ever dared to speak down about yourself because you know how high your self-worth was. you're a content woman with dreams and steel ambition. despite your demotion, you still mastered whatever skills that held tightly to you like a rope, you took your punishment in demotion professionally.

his surroundings turned mute, everything but you were blurry, the way your tired eyes mend from the paper and back to him in a hypnotic motion, your strands of hair brushing your cheekbones felt like slow-motion, the way the light mirrored your iris shines and bounced to his sight, the way you pursed your lips as you talk makes him flustered at the thought of an intimate scenario.

His lips parted, his eyes softened at the sight of your soul. he felt light, he felt like falling to your voice. its like luring him into something intoxicating. The longer you talk, the more you bewitched him into questionable feelings.

"...and that is why I think they had another organization giving resources." you placed both of your hands to your waist and huffed. the silence made you check on Soap's attention span as a 5-year-old iPad kid. you glared down at him as your cough pulled his senses back to earth.

he blinked a few times trying to form a word from his hazed mind "....what?"

you groaned in annoyance and frustratedly run your hand through your hair and clicked your tongue. "I can't."

"Dior, I understand-" "Okay, repeat what I said." you stood and glared down at him.

He paused for a few moments with his lips parted trying to form a word or two. "Exactly." you slammed your book shut. "I, uh they have multiple missiles rockets, drug sailing, and a strong ally." Soap tried to win you back to your seat. "And you will be lurking, and..." you raised one eyebrow as he grin defeatedly. Still annoyed, you sighed "That's fine. I don't expect you to listen anyways. cause you're just a man, that's what you do." you shrugged and scooted over to the kitchen counter.

He frowned at the statement and melted to the table, watching you closely. "Can't help it, I'm sorry." he hides his face to the table and crossed his arm to his forehead. "Why can't you?" You smirked, pouring water into a glass for yourself. "Nevermind, I'm s-"

"Forgiven." you sip the water from your cup and leaned to the table beside him. "So tell me, before all this happened, what are the mission you went through." you rested your head on the table, he fixate himself and tilt at you. "I uh I was assigned to Ghost for a mission in Al Mazrah to find Hassan. and then we thought that's all he did until turns out they kidnapped a kid." he paused to look at you for a moment but break it off as soon you raised an eyebrow.

"And, uhm.. well.." he rubbed his palm. "Well?" you leaned closer, facing him. For the hundredth time, his lips parted and watched galaxies in your eyes. "We heard there was a sudden new recruit-" "ASSIGNED FBI." you grumpily cut him off which made him chuckle, "..There was a sudden assigned FBI joining our task force so we were off duty for a few days until Hassan made another move." He explained as you nodded slowly. after a few moments of tinkering, you decided to lie on the table in front of soap, taking out your notebook and pen.

"This Hassan guy was a second in command of General Ghobrani? Killed in action by...you?" scribbled down to the book, raising your pen, you pointed at Soap.

"K.I.A yes but I didn't kill him, I was in another batch that time." he got up and sat at the table beside you, "But in what I heard, heard Commander Graves and Ghost were under that mission. Ghost confirmed Ghobrani's existence in the field chatting with the Russians and then Graves launched a missile towards the old guy." You look at him with a surprised expression "Damn, that was him then? holy shit I thought Graves isn't the type of person who would use huge force for something...as a small cranky old man like Ghobrani." Invested with the talk, Soap lay down next to you at the table.

"Actually I saw Ghobrani once in Laswell's computer when I was filing something." Soap tilts his head to you, "Really?" You nodded rapidly and put down your notebook to your stomach. "He's ugly, but fat fuck shepherd is uglier." you crossed your arms to your chest and huffed. "Is there any reason why you hate General Shepherd so much?" Soap squinted his eyes and focuses his gaze on you. "I just hate ugly guys." you shrugged, "Dior, you're not the type of person who has little respect for upper-ups, and in what I recalled Laswell is in the same league as Shepherd. thought you had a mother-daughter thing with her?" Soap knitted his eyebrows.

you paused for a few moments to collect some thoughts, why did you hate Shepherd so much in the first place? what made your blood boils hot so much? He ain't done nothing to you but you just despise him the most. One time you put peanut butter on his sandwich once to trigger his allergic and accidentally sent him to the ER. but that was when you were 16.

"I just don't trust him, that's one" You gained Soap's full attention. "So you don't trust Graves either?" his reply makes you gasp softly. he raised his eyebrow at your response "General Shepherd's minion is Graves, Graves owns-" "Shadow company?" you bit your tongue. "...Yeah, I thought you knew." Soap rubbed the back of his head.

You and Soap stared at the ceiling for a few moments, gathering thoughts in the air. "He's so weird, Soap. like the most white American men ever." You snickered. "Actually I agree. I didn't like the way he stared at you back this evening. you see," The two of you turned to each other, facing one another. "In his Twitter, he would retweet every American content he sees and every time he post a picture of himself, he would tag all the shadows, regardless if they're in the picture or not." Your reaction made Soap satisfied. "what a fuckin dick" you snorted a laugh.

"And then one time when everyone went out to see Barbie, he won't stop complaining how Barbie always made Ken feel left out." You scoffed. "I knew that Graves guy isn't trustworthy. men who despise the Barbie movie are red flags!" You fisted yourself in pissed, "But there was a truce thing and we just happen to work along. but not gonna lie, I must agree with your trust issue. you can't trust anyone on the battlefield." Soap got up and sat, looking at your notebook.

"I mean, I guess I trust you" you chuckled whilst watching him. his expression changed to serious as he looks down on you. "...Soap?" your smile drops as he lunged at your wrist, pinning it above your head and tickled your stomach with his left hand. you wheezed and arched your back, feeling euphoria up your nervous system, once again you felt happy. your laughter echoes against the spacious kitchen making Soap shifted his small tickles to the side of your waist.

you died from laughter as tears formed in the corner of your eye, "Can't escape the Scottish tickle torture!" He jokingly said as he continued to tickle you. but stopped immediately when you let out a pig-like snort when he tickled you. "SOAP! I hate you." you laughed again as you got up holding your stomach, "Well good to know the super agent FBI is ticklish, yeah?" the two of you laughed at each other and you kicked him unintentionally not aware of the power of your legs, you sent him flying off the table rolling through the kitchen floor.

"Ohh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry.." you said getting off the table to help him on the floor.

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The clock strikes at 2 Am. The whole hallway echoes with loud thudding footsteps and many other soldiers running back and forth to get ready to war. apparently, you learned that Grave's men are called 'Shadows'. and everyone has their own numbers.

You were getting ready in the armory room, checking your compound bow once in a while, looking at your arrow making sure it's sharp enough. you saw Graves talking to a group of his shadow.

He was giving a gentle pat on the shoulder to all his men. which you find... cute. "Dior, explosives." Gaz's voice broke off your gaze. "Oh, thanks!" you received his grenades and plugged them into your vest. "Nervous?" He bent to your level as you laughed. "Hell nah, nervous is for the weak." you swayed your hair. "Good, catch you on later, yeah? we'll be in a different car." He patted your back before parting ways.

Grave ran his hand through his blonde hair before plugging an earpiece in, "All shadows, I want us to make room for Dior to lurk in the dark. watch for her accordance, I want everyone to stand by 24/7." Graves threw a tactical radio toward you.

catching it with your hand, everyone's gaze shifts to your black Baiwa Croc Over-the-knee boots, full tactical gear vest, and a metal arrow bag. you put on the radio earpiece and slid it to one of the pockets, "I will come back in one piece, that's one." you braided your hair and turn it into a bun before wearing the helmet and a tactical half-face gas mask.

"(y/n), Your sh-" "Graves." Price held his shoulder and shook his head lightly. the captains watched you readjusting your handguns and the customized compound bow. "I know, she'll be fine. you have my words." Graves bit his cheek and sighs, "Okay, I hope she won't complain about her legs getting all steamy from that...heels." Grave's doubt made Price frown. "the only thing she'll complain about is her nails not getting done before a mission." Price shrugs away to get into his assigned car with the rest of the 141.

You stretched yourself to make sure everything was in the correct position. but by that time, you realized there was a loose belt behind your back. your arms were too short to grasp it. "Here," Ghost's figure got to your back, and he helped you strap the belt.

"Thank you, Lt." you feel yourself tight in the vest. "What're your side arms, Sergeant?" you raised both of your eyebrows and showed him your fully loaded Revolver and tase gun. "Do you know how to switch on the radio channel?" He pointed at your earpiece, "Well, it's Grave's. he said he'll teach me on the way but it shouldn't be so hard." you held the belt of your vest.

"I think it's best if you have this," he took out something from his pocket, it was two identical throwing knives. your eyes perked in happiness and grasped it from his hands. "Dope! thank you, Lt." you grin and shove the knives into one of your pockets.

"Don't let ego take over you. it's okay to use handguns when your bow is at stake." He pats your shoulder and nodded, "I'm on station 1 switch, could give private updates while were parted on the field, yeah?" you chuckled. he looks at you boringly. you couldn't really tell his expressions from his mask.

"Dior, RedCon to move!" Graves shouted from the distance, "Copy, commander!" you waved at Graves. "byee Lt-" You quickly turned towards the Range Rover waiting for you. but Ghost stops you by holding back your arms gently. "Hey, be safe," he said coldly. you tilt your head back and smiled at him. "I will." felt warmth in his heart, and he then lets you go and watches your figure going inside the car.

"Be safe..." Gaz held Soap's waist and laid him like a bride, "I'll be so safe..." Soap teased and place his hand to his forehead like a Damsell in distress. Ghost glared at the two in pissed. "Can you guys stop?" the Lt grew irritated watching his two sergeant making kissing and baby noises. "Stop." Ghost tilts himself disturbingly, "I'm gonna kill you."

"But how will that keep us safe?" Soap held his hand to Gaz's chest. "I'm so safe" Gaz still teased with his hand resting to Soap's waist. from the distance, Captain Price rubbed his temper in stress.

"what the hell are those muppets doing..."

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

"Red rotator for private station 0-1, me, and Captain Price. Blue rotator for all shadows, just click it to your desired person to contact, and flip this switch if you want to get on the 141s." Graves instructed, showing how the radio he gave you works, flipping the device back and forth.

"If you're in a tight position, there's another switch behind in red. it will send a 15-minute live location to my phablet. make sure you're in a very emergency state because you can only deploy it once before it selfs destruct from the inside." he gave back the radio.

You nodded in understanding, "Might've contacted you the most but we'll see what goes down in the field." You leaned yourself to the window of the car. "Could also contact me outside duty." he does the same but to the other side of the window. you look at him dirty.

Grave looked at the rear mirror, exchanging looks with the shadow in the shotgun seat and the one driving. he cleared his throat and fix himself, "So, you're American. which sta-" "Classified." He knitted his eyebrow at your short remark.

"I grew up in Southern America."

"I see."

"My mother loves Christian Dior, usually most of my savings goes to her shopping cart."

"Interesting."

"I am a cat person," He's certainly not.

"Same."

He gritted his teeth trying hard to get you to talk to him. but you won't bat an eye like the streets are more interesting than him.

"Did you know I navigate nuclear missiles for a living?"

"Shows."

You swore you could hear his two men holding back a laugh in the fronts. He dug his nails into his knee, thinking hard about how to impress you.

"What's your motivation for joining the military?"

"Kill."

"Fiesty, I aspire to be like Leon Kennedy-"

Now you finally tilt your head to him. "-I thought he's cool back in middle school." You pursed your lips at his opinion, "He is." He looks at you with a sigh of relief that you finally gave him attention. "I want to look like him" he smiled at you

You scoffed and crossed your legs, "You look nothing like him." his smile drops.

Out of a sudden, your radio vibrated in your vest. "Dior, this is Ghost. Do you copy?" You raised your eyebrow and rotated the radio to reply, "Ghost, this is Dior with Commander 0-1, over." you released the button which made Graves smile, "You're a fast learner." he commented.

Your radio buzzed again, "Dior, Soap hasn't got a hold of the security cameras outside the gates. You need to lay low and coherent towards the southern gate. when you reach the main entrance from the inside, contact me. we'll send in men as you open the door. 10-4" You nodded as the buzzing stopped.

"What'd he say" He scooted over to you but you move away from him. "He told me to drop off from the southern gate because Soap hasn't taken over the cams." You tighten the straps in your chest and cracked your knuckles. "Shadow 2-3, you heard that?" Graves looked at the driver. "Copy that, Sir. No breaks." He gassed faster.

After a few minutes of the wheels crashing through mud and rocky roads, the car stopped at the designated area. you pulled down the built-in glasses from your helmet and open the door. "Dior," You turned to Graves whose in the car. He lent you a Mini-Uzi gun. you raised your eyebrow and slowly receive the gun he gave you. "Just in case, soldier." you paused for a moment and smiled. "Tango Mike, Commander." you proceed to run towards the gate. it was just a mile, they drop you off from far to avoid detection.

the sound of the car disappearing in the distance is followed by the muffled footstep from your running legs, you could feel your memory flooding back. the sight of you receiving multiple FBI certificates of honor, Chief Artofay assigning you to be his right hand, and your old agent friends cheering in the club waves over you. You are now unfortunately a sergeant. but it won't be long, because you own half of your country once. you will be back in the FBI seat as soon as possible. you will get the rank you deserve back. this is all will be just your playground.

You look up at the huge gate, it looks easy to climb over, at least for you. entering will be easy but surviving inside is the challenge. you took a deep breath and clocked the gun Graves gave you. pausing for a moment before tuning to your earpiece.

"Attention all stations, this is Dior from the southern gate going dark, over."

#phillip graves x reader #soap mactavish x reader #mw2 #task force 141 #cod mw2 #modern warfare 2 #x reader

[the-lonelybarricade]

Do we think feyres going to have a big role in the next CC book? Would love to see her aim full glory

Honestly, I hope not. As much as I'd love to see the return of Feyre being a badass, she just had a really traumatic birth and should be recovering. I just want SJM to let Feyre and Rhys be soft parents relaxing and enjoying their time with their newborn son.

I haven't read the CC books, but I will be reading the parts that feysand is in and the only thing I want to see is Rhys fully embracing his DILF energy 😩

#I want DILF Rhys SO bad #I want to see soft daddy Rhys cuddling Nyx #And I don't want to see Feyre lift a SINGLE finger #Give that girl a break #Feysand

[wheresarizona]

Temptation

summary: You’re just trying to do your job teaching at a private school, but Dave York arrives with his daughter and takes an interest in you.

rating: M (Dave York comes with his own warning, he is a menace, dirty talk, sexual tension, Dave being a DILF)

pairing: Dave York/f!reader

word count: 1100+

a/n: A fic for my follower celebration for @wildemaven, who prompted, “The way you get flustered is adorable.” Let’s say in this universe, nothing from the movie happens, and Dave is just a top-tier DILF and does some murder on occasion. But also, if I wrote more of this, he’d fuck like a god and be a little soft with the reader, and I just think that’s neat. Shoutout to my beta @invisibleismyname!

Masterlist

David York, or Dave as he had insisted on multiple occasions, was a temptation.

A really fucking bad one.

You had a personal rule, and also a professional one stipulated by the private school you worked for, that you wouldn’t get involved with a parent of a child you taught. You wanted to keep a barrier between business and pleasure, and in all the years you’d spent in teaching, you’d never once been tempted. Sure, there’d been a fair share of attractive, single parents throughout the years, some had even asked you out, and yet you’d never given in, never wanted to give in. The risk had never been worth it. That is until David York strolled into your classroom at the beginning of the school year with his darling ten-year-old daughter Molly.

You, of course, thought he was attractive at a glance, in his dark blue suit and light-colored shirt, thinking he was some kind of businessman, maybe.

You’d helped Molly get situated with her cubby to put away her backpack and showed her where her seat was, and David followed, listening intently to his daughter talking excitedly, and replying in a more subdued, but still excited way to try and match her energy. It was honestly endearing, and he was definitely one of the better fathers you’d met—he seemed to actually care about his kid and her feelings. The being a good dad definitely made him appealing, but then you’d catch the looks he sent your way. When Molly’s attention was elsewhere, his eyes were locked on you, and you’d caught him looking, staring at you like he was mentally removing the clothes from your body, and he didn’t look ashamed at being caught; he simply smirked and turned his head to answer a question his daughter asked without missing a beat. The temperature of your body increased, swallowing thickly, tamping down the arousal that was making itself known in your belly. You found yourself eyeing his left hand, a thrill running through you when you saw there was no ring, and you quickly had to shut that down, because he was a parent and off limits. God, his hands were so big.

You’d had to step away from them to tend to the other kids and parents who had shown up, and when the children had been welcomed and seated, happily coloring or talking amongst themselves, and their parents left before the start of class, David was still lingering, and approached you while you filled out the attendance sheet at your desk in the corner of the room, away from the students.

“Mr. York, you’re still here,” you’d said, checking off names to the corresponding seating chart.

“Please call me Dave.”

“You’re okay to leave, David. Molly will be fine, see, she’s made a friend,” you said, pointing your pen at his daughter across the room, talking animatedly to her neighbor.

“Just Dave. I know Molly will be fine.” You looked up at him, his thumb rubbing over his plump bottom lip that you suddenly wanted to bite. You had to shake the thought from your brain, his eyes on you in that same way, like he was trying to get a glimpse of what was underneath the layers.

You swallowed, feeling your skin heat.

“Okay, is there something else I can help you with?”

“Yes, there is. Can I take you out for a drink sometime?”

Your eyes went wide, mouth falling open. You cleared your throat, looking away.

“That’s very, uh, forward,” you said. “I, um, appreciate the offer, but I don’t date parents. It’s against school policy.”

He moved closer into your space, and you could smell his cologne, your heart racing in your chest.

His voice went low and deep for only you to hear.

“Who said anything about dating?” He asked.

“David,” you gasped. He wanted to fuck you, and suddenly that arousal was roaring back to life. You could feel your resolve crumbling with each ticking second that you tried to stop thinking about what he’d be like in bed. Those hands, his mouth. Your eyes glanced down to his waist, and you quickly averted them.

“Still just Dave. I know you want me,” he rasped. “One night.”

“I, um, I,” you were having difficulty thinking and forming a coherent sentence, your heart hammering in your chest. You took a deep breath to collect yourself, finally braving to look him in the eyes. “This is really inappropriate. What if I was in a relationship?” You asked.

He smirked.

“They wouldn’t have to know.” Your mouth fell open. This man was trouble. “Are you?”

“...No,” you answered.

“Then nothing to worry about, sweetheart.”

“How would Mrs. York feel about it?” You asked. Just because there wasn’t a ring didn’t mean he wasn’t attached.

“Divorced. She’s happily dating her yoga instructor. Give me one night,” he leaned in close, lips hovering over your ear as he whispered. “Give me one night to fuck your tight little pussy. I’ll have you screaming my name and coming so many times you’ll be ruined for anyone else.”

“Fuck,” you gasped out softly. You cleared your throat, was the room hotter? You could feel sweat beading down your back, flustered from his words, as your brain worked to come up with a response. “I…” you started. His offer sounded amazing, but you didn’t want to lose your job over ill-advised sex. You made good money, with excellent benefits, and giving that all up for one night? It just wasn’t worth it. “I…” you started again. “I, um, wow,” he moved back to look at you, that knowing smirk on his face like he knew he had you. “Thank…” you swallowed. Why was speaking such a struggle? “Thank you,” you finally said. “For the offer. Unfortunately, I must decline, David.”

“Just Dave. The way you get flustered is adorable.”

You felt your face heat.

The bell sounded at that moment, and you’d never been more thankful, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in.

“Well, this has been a great chat, David—”

“Dave.”

“But I have to start class. The day ends at three.”

“I’ll see you then, sweetheart,” he winked. “You’ll give in.”

It was your turn to lean into his space to whisper to him.

“My job is more important than sex.”

He spoke just as softly.

“You’ll change your mind once you’ve been with me.”

You sucked in a breath. He moved away from you.

“See you at three, sweetheart.” He walked away, stopping at Molly’s seat to tell her goodbye and give her a hug.

It was the beginning of a man determined to make you give in to his temptation, eat the forbidden fruit as it were, and see all the wonders he beheld. But you knew how that story ended, the consequences if anyone found out, and the ruin it would cause your life. So, you had to persevere and be strong; remember all you had at stake. You could do that, right?

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#pedro pascal #dave york #dave york/reader #dave york x reader #dave york fanfic #wheresarizona writes #wheresarizonas follower celebration

[ryoryeonggu]

THE UMBRELLAS VS THE ORIGINALS

Seven siblings

Worst parent(s) in the world turning children into monsters

Abused, manipulated and traumatized childhood

Dysfunctional dynamic

A bunch of idiots with a worst/chaotic team up ever

Luther Hargreeves / Elijah Mikaelson

Leader of the family

The strongest one

Protective

Honorable aka "thAT'S mURDER" vs"neeeeeklaussss"

Polite and respectful to the elders

Tries to keep his siblings behave then finally gives up in the end

Only wants to protect his family and decides what's best for them but ends up making all bad decisions

Suits (Black suit / Monkey suit)

Diego Hargreeves / Finn Mikaelson

Hero complex

Mommy boy

Easily manipulated

Wants to save people but his strategies always involve violence and murders

Has no clue of wtf is going on

Made fun of him and called him a fool multiple time by his siblings

DILF

“Batman aim lower” vs “Sherlock Holmes after one too many tequilas”

In love with a crazy bad bitch who would fight anyone but them (Sage/Lila)

Allison Hargreeves / Freya Mikaelson

Big sister who takes no shit from anyone

A powerful bad bitch with "i don't give a sh*t" energy

Lost her child

Cares a lot about her siblings but also so done with their stupidity and endless bickerings

Done with everyone in general

Rolls eyes 90% her screen time and shut people's mouth with her power

Would do anything to get what she wants

Has soft spot for his little sister / smol little brother

Klaus Hargreeves / Kol Mikaelson

No one takes him seriously but ends up having all the answers, everyone pls listen to him

"nowhere to be found" but always shows up when needed

Wildest and wisest

Unique power amongst family (seeing ghosts / witch)

Alcoholic and high all the time

Tells the kidnapper "my family don't give a shit about me" while being tortured

A punching bag

Highest death and coming back from the death counts

Deep quotes / nonsense shit / inappropriate jokes

Sexually active

Lives for dramas and chaos

"Disgusting but consistent" aka a sexy trash

Fun uncle

Looks sociable but actually anti-people ("don't touch me" and you can't say Kol didn't accidentally start a cult too then ran away from his worshippers)

Five Hargreeves / Klaus Mikaelson

Psychotic murder

An aggressive sarcastic dramatic bitch

Master of planning

Disappointed at his incompetent siblings all the time

"is it too late to be unadopted" vs "this family makes me want to murder people" - but actually just wants to be with his family and wants them to stay together

"I'm better than all of you" aka "I'm the hybrid" "I'm the DADDY here"

"LISTEN TO ME YOU IDIOTS/USELESS PUKE BAG" and "if you don't do it I will kill you" aka yelling, insulting and threatening are his love languages

Throwing, kicking and screaming aka the stress relievers (note: the stress level is always high)

Teleports out of nowhere and hovers over people like creeps

Everyone want to kill him (including his own family and his brothers's lovers)

Grumpy boomer and anti-people

Anger issues, paranoia and potentially some personality disorders

A romantic when he's in love

Has soft spot for his little sister / smol little brother

Ben Hargreeves / Henrik Mikaelson

DEAD

Sweetest angel who never did anything wrong in his life

Adored by everyone in the family

The family fell apart after he died

Viktor Hargreeves / Rebekah Mikaelson

The baby of the family

Soft, sensitive and emotional

Looks like a cinnamon roll but actually can kill you

Adored by everyone in the family but also was abused, manipulated and lied to all his/her life

Abandonment issues

Stubborn and naive, but grew to be the mature one

Almost got his/her family killed twice but has precious bonds with all siblings

Desperate for love and finding identity

Kissed boy(s) and girl(s) (terrible taste in men)

Note: Finn and Kol could pretty much switch places to each other since they has a lot of similarities - anger issues, trauma from being locked/abandoned in coffins/ graves, being overlooked, underestimated and treated like a fool, dying and coming back to life repeatedly... Kol is also head over heels for a special power girl who had a vendetta against his brother and tried to kill their family. And he also did have a bit of hero complex, given the fact that he died twice for trying to save someone/the world. But I prefer that way because Kol is the one who matches the chaotic energy of Klaus xD

#the umbrella academy #the originals #luther hargreeves #elijah mikaelson #diego hargreeves #finn mikaelson #allison hargreeves #freya mikaelson #klaus hargreeves #kol mikaelson #five hargreeves #klaus mikaelson #ben hargreeves #henrik mikaelson #viktor hargreeves #rebekah mikaelson #tua #to

[sugar-omi]

daddy derek headcanons? oh ive spent waaaay too much time thinking abt it. there's nothing quite like the image of a big beefy dude being super soft and sweet with his kids. Derek gives off roman reigns tea party / Terry crews in b99 energy. there is absolutely nothing he wouldn't do for his little angels.

I'm talking being front row at every recital/game/talent show, you name it. any extracurricular activities? you got it, baby. dad's gonna take you. you need a new costume? help doing your hair? don't worry, dad's got everything you need. Parent volunteers needed? he's the first name on the list. other parents are intimidated at first, but he's so good at being a team player that he always manages to bring out the best in others. he's gotten better at time management, so he doesn't over-commit and try to run everything, but if it matters to his babies, it matters to him.

all the kids love visiting your house because Derek loves taking care of his kids and their friends. homemade drinks and snacks afterschool? you bet! he even cuts things into fun shapes to make it more exciting (things being star-shaped make them taste better, just like the fruit bouquet). he'll play video games with the kids, or ref any games, or just let the kids climb on him and swing them around. there is no shortage of fun with Derek around.

he still loves big family trips to the boardwalk or to the water park. he's always prepared. he is a master packer and his travel bag has a little of everything. he keeps up the snack bag tradition with his kids, but he always makes sure to pack a little extra.

it wouldn't surprise me if Derek eventually decided to just be a stay-at-home dad to make sure he's got all the time in the world for his babies. his ego doesn't require him to be the breadwinner for his family, he just wants to make sure everyone is taken care of.

OMG THATS SO CUTE

everyone wants to go to your house bc of your kid/s super cool dad (parents definitely think he's a dilf n he so would be)

also I could definitely see him being a sahd!!!

he'd prbly work part-time or smth from home, at least a job w flexible hours and allows him to run to his kids needs. altho if you wanna do that, he's happy to make sure you can do so comfortably (just make sure he doesn't overwork himself)

also there is a whole shelf of dvds that are of your kids school plays, music or dance recital, sports game, you name it. lots of home video as well, just you guys playing in the yard n stuff <333

so many pictures on the wall, like you have to stop him from covering every inch of the house (you have multiple photo albums)

[brain-bumbler]

I am a Gus DILF Truther and a Dona MILF Truther and I am RIGHT.

you are RIGHT you are GORGEOUS and an incredible prophet of truth!!

It's the Gomez and Morticia Addams energy, the way they love each other and their kids

"Mio caro~" "Donatella.... that's italian..."

I'm convinced that after meeting him almost everybody in the Motherlobe gets a crush on Augustus. Sasha, Milla, Hollis, many more.

SO many great poly pairings with these two. I imagine they use each other's languages to be tender with each other. They put on a couple's show and they're just spellbinding to watch spinning and twirling around each other in the air, dancing without ever touching the ground.

i bet Gus's chest is so soft and warm and Dona is so strong,,, her thighs,,, his big arms to hold his partners and keep them safe,,,,,,,,

im not obsessed no (i am)

#psychonauts 2 #augustus aquato #donatella aquato #sfjslkjflskjfsdlkjfdssd #im keeping this calm bc i dont wanna make it too intense but #i am looking at them

[kiseiakhun]

i was discussing with my partner today which superheroes should actually be jim-lee-art levels of buff, and obviously the topic turned to lanterns because they have magic rings to do the heavy lifting for them

we concluded that hal probably is because he a) would hate everyone else at JLA meetings being buffer than him, and b) probably sublimates sexual urges he thinks he shouldn't have into working out until he throws up, that guy should have a bit of a belly, and kyle should have wet noodles in place of muscles, but idk enough about the other lantersn to have opinions, so i am coming to you as the closest thing to an expert on what lantern corps members look like naked i know

am i wrong about the boys? does john actually have muscles or does he just project such strong dilf energy everyone assumes he does? has jess ever lifted anything heavier than a can of beans? i would love to know your thoughts if you care to share them

I love that you thought of me. I love that this is my reputation. Thank u. I hope this is how everyone else sees me, as the naked lantern person.

Okay SO

Hal I imagine is more streamlined, like a fighter jet. He builds his entire personality around being a pilot, he would want to Become the plane. My impression of Hal will forever be influenced by being introduced to him as Parallax and seeing those WIDE SHOULDERS and MASSIVE TITS so I picture him to be more top heavy. Classic dorito shape. He absolutely does sublimate his sexual urges into working out until the strain on his muscles pushes out the strain of wanting to be fucked by men and he will do MANLY exercises like chest presses and deadlifts. I think those are manly exercises. I am not well versed in working out. As a result his top half is full beefaroni but he has little twig legs, but he's still aerodynamic because he never remembers to eat. His muscles could be bigger if he ingested more protein.

Guy is BIG and SOFT and STRONG. He has big muscles and also big padding over those muscles. He's a brawler, he needs to be well-padded to take hits from bar brawls. Plus he remembers to eat.

I want to say John is big and muscular too. He gives off those vibes. But also if you look at his uniform, he has that green triangle over his shoulders which makes me think he put it there on purpose to make them look bigger. He's an architect, he knows how strategically placed lines emphasize different things. I think John is big and muscular and he works really hard to stay big and muscular. I think when he first started the lantern gig he was insecure over being lanky compared to Hal and Guy and now he hits the gym 5 days a week and he sort of resents how easy it is for Hal and Guy to retain muscle. Guy doesn't even work out. He just gets in bar brawls and tussles with aliens and somehow he is still large and strong. What the fuck. John is probably one of those people who started going to the gym to look good but now he just automatically works out whenever he's stressed. When he hits the gym five hours a day, that's when you know something is up. He's really careful with his diet, too. He's vain but he won't admit it.

Kyle is vain and he DOES admit it. He has pretty gym-bro muscles. He has instagram model muscles. They look pretty but they're not very functional. He can lift heavy weights in 5-second bursts, any more than that and his arms start shaking. As an artist he is also careful and deliberate with his uniform designs and pretty much all of them have straight lines that slim his torso and another line that runs across his chest or just above his hips, which shortens his upper body and lengthens his legs. He wants to appear like a strong and agile deer, bold but with a touch of delicate vulnerability to attract the old men father figures who will tame him and tuck his shivering body under their fatherly muscles. Black features prominently in most of his outfits, too, and all that black is slimming! Kyle LIKES looking skinny yet strong, hence why his outfit is so skin tight it literally crawls up his asscrack. I just deleted another paragraph of how Kyle looks in uniform vs out of uniform because I realized no one cares except me.

Jess is stronger than she looks. She did hit Guy with a pretty mean sucker punch, and she has a military background, but she's too shy and insecure to really advertise that and everyone is inevitably surprised at how strong she actually is. Her social anxiety probably prevents her from using the communal gym though. I bet Bruce gave her access to a private gym because he wants to fuck her

Simon has street muscles. He is lightly padded. I don't think he really cared about muscles and working out before because he had other things on his mind but now that he is more safe and secure, he can start to care about these things. He tries to talk to Kyle about tiktok workouts but Kyle hasn't plugged into any social media in like seven years on account of intermittently being Space Jesus and just Space Shenanigans in general and he is confused but open to learning. Simon shows Kyle tiktok workout videos Gains and Cutting and John watches this and burns in envy. Why is he not included. He knows about carb loading, too. He knows more than Kyle. He is in with the youths. He could do a tiktok trend.

#hal jordan #guy gardner #john stewart #kyle rayner #jessica cruz #simon baz #green lantern #asks #jupitermelichios #this got away from me #john cares about his diet #kyle knows vaguely about diet but mostly he just eats two pieces of untoasted white bread before a workout and calls it good