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bunnyyamor · 2 years

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[ OCTOBER 4TH ] TEMPERATURE PLAY - SHOTO TODOROKI x fem! reader (wizard x student! witch au)

synopsis; shoto is the best wizard in the school. he can make his hands form powers of heat and cool. you are new to the school and have always been a fan of wizard shoto. now’s your chance to learn from him. wk; 4k

warnings; mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, everyone is aged up, temperature play, student x teacher (college), fingering, wand fucking, nicknames (professor, student), dirty talk, brat taming, spanking, ass play, ice, candle wax, nipple play, thigh riding, clit play, scissoring, beta read!

note; again w another! i love the vibe of this one, i don't think it's my fav but pls lmk what u think. also if uu have a problem w this type of trope and what not then don't read idgaf, like block me idc. remember to like, reblog and comment.

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“did ya hear?” your roommate bumped into your shoulder, playfully.

you were in the middle of making your nutritious breakfast that consisted of oats and fruits. you read it helped with the brain and in the school of magic, you definitely needed that.

when you had finished high school you knew you wanted to explore your witchcraft ways and become a witch. the best witch in the land. so now you were in the school of magic and acing every subject. you were at the top of your class. some might even suggest you were the goody two shoes, the know it all, but you didn’t mind. they would scoff and roll their eyes every time you answered in class but all that mattered to you was being the best out of the best.

“what’s up?” you took a big bite of breakfast, sitting at the table.

“have you been living under a rock? we’re getting a new professor this semester. i am so fucking excited!” your friend jumped up and down, dancing.

you tilted your head, “you mean, you don’t like professor williams telling us we suck ass on the daily and we’re never gonna follow our dreams? he’s such a sweetheart, why would you want another teacher?” your words dripped with sarcasm.

your roommate rolled her eyes with a chuckle, “ha ha. but seriously, y/n, the professor i’ve heard is hot.” she wiggled her eyebrows.

“like dilf hot or-”

“like he is only a few years older than us!”

“what?” you choked on your oats. “how in the hell-”

“best in his class. actually he’s one of the best period. i’ve heard that he made up a new magic trick. something to do with ice and flames, at the same time.”

“wait, are you talking about shoto todoroki, the shoto todoroki.”

“yeah, i think that’s the guy.”

you almost screamed, “no way! shoto is like my idol. he has proven that magic airway can travel within itself with different opposite techniques. he’s insanely good and one of the best wizards!”

“so you’re a fan?”

you twirled around in your kitchen, “can you just imagine? we are going to be taught by one of the greatest! we’re gonna get the best education and learn so much! that’s actually why i came to this school. i read about him and he inspired me to be a witch.”

your friend faked a yawn, “well damn don’t get all happy school girl with me. he’s probably like the rest of them.” she shrugged, “either way, we have his class first so you can go and fangirl over him all you want.”

your eyes bugged out, “for real?”

“why?” your friend smirked, “are you excited to see this sexy professor?”

you shook your head, “he probably has a girlfriend or a wife. let’s be respectful and good students.” you collected your spell books, retrieved your witch hat and wrapped your neck with your comfy, soft, orange knitted scarf.

your friend grumbled, “i don’t want to be a goody-goody like you. some don’t really care.”

“we’re gonna be late,c’mon!” you hopped onto your broomstick. putting your earbuds in to listen to “all too well” by taylor swift. your broomstick slowly came out of your apartment to your campus.

it was the start of the day and everyone was bustling to and fro, having places to be, classes to attend.

you read your papers that were sent to you by crow and could make out that professor shoto todoroki’s classroom was in the main building of the classes. it was usually the nicer rooms with more decoration. his class was potions and elements of magic. your wand was tightly placed in your bookbag, safe and secured.

you smiled wide, cheeks getting nipped by the cool autumn air. the smell of pumpkin spice and cinnamon dancing in your nose from the many students getting coffee. and the smell of many apple orchards that littered around the campus made you so happy with your choice in school. you vowed to yourself to be the best witch ever.

but as your broom swayed closer to his classroom your heart pounded as well. every minute the tapping against your rib cage would make you sweat and gulp loudly. what if he hated you? what if he was the worst teacher ever? what if you were to get an f? how were you then to be the greatest?

you sat your broom outside the classroom, leaning it against the wall.

every new semester day made you anxious. it was bound to happen. but why were you also intrigued?

you fixed your mini black skirt with your fishnet stockings on, sticking your head inside the classroom. it was already filled with many students and that was when you saw him!

the greatest wizard to ever live, shoto todoroki. his hair was half white half red. the side with the red hair had a blue eye and the side with white hair had a brown eye. he also had a burn mark on his blue eye. he looked incredible and so handsome.

“told you,” your friend whispered in your ear and slapped your ass playfully.

fuck, she was right. you almost moaned the first time you saw him. you never really looked at him that way when you saw photos of him but now seeing him in real life for the first time, something set off inside of you, making you cross your legs. he had an all black outfit. his coat was black and his suit was black. it fit him nice and tight but made him look like a true wizard. he carried with him a scepter with a crystal ball on the end of it. you already knew by that he was high in rank.

he licked his fingers, turning something in a spell book and looked up. he was about to look back down but you caught his guard.

again, you gulped loudly, biting your lip.

his eyes bore into yours, almost studying you.

“can i help you?” he asked, hands leaning against his belt. his hands looked rough from maybe the constant training and learning. magic was no easy thing.

“oh no. i go to this class.” you lifted up your paper.

“please,” he gave a small smile, disappearing the moment it showed up. you could tell he was more reserved and quiet. “have a seat here.” he pointed to the seat right in front of the class. nobody took it because they were afraid but you always took that seat. you wanted to show teachers you meant business.

as you made your way other students booed and rolled their eyes. “we have her again?”

“she always tries too hard.”

“that’s why she has no friends.”

you looked down, embarrassed. you took out your books and notebooks as well as your wand. just staring at it so you would try not to cry.

then you heard a snapping noise.

“there is no bullying in my class. if you have a problem with this student then leave because she certainly isn’t leaving. or maybe i should give you all an f? hmm?” professor todoroki snapped, leaning against his desk, eyebrows furrowed.

your heart thumped even harder now. why did he stand up for you? surely it was just because he was a nice teacher and nothing more, right?

“what is your name?”

“y/n l/n. thank you professor-”

he put his hand out, “no need. just do your best.” he said, emotionless but then he winked at you.

you couldn't harp on those feelings longer because after that he announced the start of your class. you were bashful and grinning like an idiot. maybe this semester wouldn’t be so bad after all.

the classroom was medium sized. dark and a bit cold. it had big windows that showcased the whole campus. behind the students were gigantic light wooden shelves, with books stacked inside them. it looked glorious with emerald green and navy blue inside. candles were lit everywhere and inside smelled of autumn leaves. the perfect setting to learn.

“so today i will introduce myself and get you to know a little bit about me,” shoto announced as he crossed between the students desks. “i am shoto todoroki and i am known as the best wizard. the reason is-”

“it’s because you can create flames of heat and ice at the tip of your fingertips. nobody else in the magic world can! that’s actually impossible.”

shoto tsked as he looked back at you. now he kind of understood the kids, you were a know it all.

you smirked. for sure this would make you the class pet.

“thank you y/n but i can speak for myself. anyways yes, but in this class i will teach you my tricks. this is my first ever class and i expect dedication, hard work, and respect. respect for magic,” shoto turned around and stared directly at you with dark eyes, “and especially respect for me.”

you played with your fingers as you tried to look anywhere else but him.

“i will as well teach you some potions and spells to help with certain magic, alright?”

everyone was writing down their notes. it was almost done with the class.

“everyone i want you to write this important term down. mesthuleniza, it is a spell to stun your opponent. now repeat after me-”

you raised your hand.

shoto sighed, massaged his temple and bit his lip, “yes y/n.”

“it is said mes-thoo-le-ny-za not mes-thoo-le-ni-za. most students are saying it wrong. i just wanted to clarify.” you put your hand back down and grinned big. your legs were swinging back and forth all innocent.

students groaned in annoyance and shoto put his hand on his mouth to try to calm himself down. “yes y/n, again, thank you. now the history of the spell is-”

“soldiers would use it on their enemies to stun them for goods. it was used all the way back in ancient egypt times. some theorize it was made by the gods but all we know is it has worked for many decades for special purposes.”

just then the bell rang.

“alright class dismissed! i want the papers on my desk by lunchtime tomorrow. and practice on animals with your spell. have a good day, students.”

you felt good. you made the best impression you felt. as you were packing up all your items you noticed you were the last student, the only student left behind.

“y/n?”

you turned around to see shoto writing on some papers at his desk.

“yes, professor?”

“you are going to stay here for lunch.”

“but sir! they are putting pizza tonight! i love pizza,” you pouted.

he looked up, unimpressed by your childish act. he crossed his leg as he sat back, hands behind his head. “i don’t care what you want y/n. what did i say to do in my class?”

you kicked around sheepishly, “to respect you.”

“exactly! did you do that? did you do that for your fellow classmates?”

you shook your head, “no. but sir-”

“no buts. for the way you behaved, i should have you punished.” his voice dropped low and his mouth twisted into a scowl. “so you’re staying here and helping me clean.”

you stomped your foot like a brat, “this isn’t fair! i’m the best student in this whole damn school. i am supposed to-”

shoto stormed up and with a finger in your face he growled, “watch it.”

you gulped and went silent.

“now, you are going to do as i say and wipe the board and put the books away. understand?”

you exhaled, rolling your eyes, “whatever.”

professor shoto sat back down and read over some paperwork.

you grumbled the whole time as you picked up the eraser and got to work, swishing your arm back and forth to clean the school work residue. you didn’t want to admit but he taught a well class. he was very informative and explained things clearly. you loved every second of it.

“i enjoyed your class, professor,” you said quietly, almost under your breath. you heard shoto turn around in his chair and utter a mellow, “thank you.” but you didn’t hear him turn back. you felt his gaze on you.

you looked up to see high above the chalkboard was more wording that needed to be erased. professor todoroki was taller than you so you stood on your tiptoes to reach the leftovers.

if you knew you were going to clean the board today you would have worn a longer skirt but as you stood on your toes your tight black skirt rose, showing the underside of your ass. you were wearing a black thong with a spider bedazzled on the front of it, and over the thong was your fishnet stockings. you could feel the cool air go under and tickle your ass and pussy. with each swipe on the board it made your ass jiggle, almost making it clap.

you still felt his gaze on you and could see him in your peripheral vision.

was he?

your eyes went quick to him and you noticed him staring at your ass. he looked thirsty. as if you were the key to unquench his thirst. he looked at you as if you were the last sip of water on this earth. his eyes were wide but his gaze was dark as if malicious or lustful. he kept his hand on his mouth as if to stop him from having a taste, his adam's apple moving up and down slowly. shoto moved his head closer and lower, tilted at an angle to get a better view of your full ass.

you looked down on him and noticed his full on boner.

you were shocked? not your professor?

you weren’t an idiot. your professor was hot and honestly you felt something burst within you with him looking at you that way. you felt hot, and bad. you wanted him to punish you. you felt cherished in a way. something changed within you.

but what would people say? what would happen, the chemistry from here on out if you acted upon it? would people notice and then they would really think that you are the class pet?

all of it was too much.

you got back on the soles of your feet and planted them on the ground. you fixed your skirt and looked directly at shoto with a smile. “i’m done here, need any more help.”

shoto looked away, embarrassed with a cough, “yes, um, i have some books that you can put away in the bookshelf. right over there.”

you nodded and picked the books up to put them away.

as you put the books away you noticed a book written by him. it was about his technique of fire and ice. you were astounded by his words. he was incredible.

“and without a wand,” you uttered to yourself.

you sat the book against the shelf and took your wand out. the end of the wand was thick and had ridges on it. it was unique and decorated by you. you studied the passage of the book and tried to do the spell. you tried to get fire to come out but it was no use, it didn’t work.

“that’s not gonna work,” todoroki walked in on you. hands in his pockets as he gave a small grin seeing you try.

“yeah, sorry, i’m not that good,” you chuckled sheepishly.

“you know you don’t believe that,” shoto picked up the book to inspect it. “you just told me, you think you’re the best.”

“i just, i wish i was as good as you.”

shoto thought about that moment and walked back. he peered around the room then lifted his sleeves up. “here let me help you. i can teach you.” as he lifted both hands to you, you saw the veins on them. they were the most attractive hands ever. “now this is kinda dangerous so please be careful.” in that moment he produced ice on his right side and flames on his left.

“woah,” you looked with eyes big of wonder. “this is amazing!” your hands went over the ice and it felt so cool and over the fire. “ouch.” you flicked your finger back, sucking the burn.

“allow me,” todoroki picked up your finger and kissed it. then he poked his tongue out a bit and licked the tip of it. it was warm at first then cool his saliva. all the while his eyes never left yours.

“better?”

“b-better,” you nodded, bashful. your head was spinning. you felt you were in another world.

“look, stand like this.” shoto went behind you, spread your legs apart and placed both his hands on yours. “don’t think about anything else. forget what other professors have told you. feel the cool and the heat. think about them being friends, lovers rather than enemies.”

you closed your eyes to concentrate and that's when you felt warmth and cool on your hips then your arms. it shot a spark up your spine.

“try it y/n, i know you can do it.” shoto whispered in your ear.

feeling inspired a little flame and ice shard were produced in your hand. “oh my god!” you jumped up and down. it was gone the minute it showed up but it meant everything to you. “i did it! oh my god!”

shoto crossed his arms with a love grin on his face, “i’m proud of you, student. good job.”

you couldn’t take the tension anymore and backed shoto against the bookshelf, planting your lips on his.

at first it was hot and warm, you ran your fingers through his hair messily. he had his hands squished against your face. mouth fighting for dominance.

he parted with heaving breaths, “no y/n, no, we shouldn’t do this. i’m your teacher. we could get in trouble. i shouldn’t be having this with my student.”

“please, professor,” you pouted. you brought his hand to your vagina. wanting him to feel you. “you see how wet you already made me.” you grinding on his hand, and went to his ear, moaning, “and i saw the way you stared at my ass. like you wanted to eat it, professor.”

todoroki scowled. his eyes turned dark and his mouth twisted into a frown. “there you go again. acting like a little brat. i knew you were trouble when i first saw you. acting like a good girl when you know you are the baddest one here. look at you, begging me to fuck you, wanting me to touch your wet pussy.” shoto pushed you against the bookshelf. lifting your mini skirt up high so it rested on your stomach. you showed him your bare ass, with your cute thong nestled in the middle of it.

“oh professor!” you cried as he turned you around, inspecting your clothed pussy.

“i love these,” he chuckled, delicately touching your fishnets. he then ripped them along with your panties.

“professor i loved those,” you pounted again.

“look at you, always pouting like a spoiled brat.” shoto’s hand became red with flame power and that's when he smacked your ass. you jumped up and moaned, shaking it for him. god he turned you on so much. again he smacked, harder this time. you whined, “i’m sorry professor shoto, i’ve been a bad girl.”

“yes you have been, you've been a bad witch. witches are supposed to help people but all you wanna do is fuck them.” todoroki put your wand in your mouth to stifle your moans and cries from his slaps. “you like that, my bad student?”

you nodded, grinding your bare ass on his clothed dick. he earlier ripped your pussy and ass area of your stockings. so he turned his hand ice cold and wiped his hands from your cunt to your ass hole, smearing your juiced back and forth. “i can smell you from here, you dirty girl. all wet from your professor.”

“mmmm, yes! that’s feels so good.”

“let me ask you,” shoto massaged in circles your tight asshole, “have you ever been fucked by a wizard?”

before you could answer, shoto gently laid you down on the floor and ripped your shirt, spilling your boobs out.

you grunted loudly, still having your wand in your mouth.

“fuck,” he whispered, fingers turning red for heat and circling your bud. it felt soothing, a warm feeling. then his hands turned ice cold in a split second.

that’s what got you super wet. you were humping his leg that was placed in the middle of you. moving back and forth as his coat that covered his leg was now being covered by your cream. the friction of your pussy folds coating each button and fabric made you see stars.

todoroki’s intense eyes looked into yours and his brows knitted together, “aww look at my little brat. is she now being a good girl?”

his fingers delicately came down your collar bone to your nipples, gently tickling them with his nails. his hands were cold as ice. he rolled the bud back and forth in between his fingers. then, as if they weren’t sensitive enough, he produced from his magic a piece of ice. he hovered it over your mouth and it dripped down your neck to your nipples. making them poke out even more and become swollen. it made you more wet and almost find that special feeling.

“oh my god,” you moaned.

“wow, look how sensitive. they respond so well to my magic.” he smirked, rubbing the piece of ice all over your tits.

you started grinding faster as then finally todoroki put the ice cube in his mouth and dipped his head to take a nipple in. he twirled the nipple with his tongue while the ice tapped on it as well.

the feeling was like something you have never experienced before. it was incredible.

“oh professor!” you cried, your stain on his legs and coat were becoming bigger and wetter.

todorki hummed as he feasted on your nipples. the feeling of ice cold making your pussy pulse.

shoto retrieved a candle from the side of the book shelf and heated the tip of the candle with his powers. the hot wax dripped down your belly almost making its way to your cunt but dried up before it could reach it.

you hollered in excitment and sexual tension you almost orgasmed right there.

“i don’t know how much more i can do this, professor.” you were humping his leg now like a dog in heat.

“listen to me brat. i said you respect me in my classroom. don’t make me have to punish you again, you bad girl.”

shoto went lower and opened your legs, with his face near your soaking wet cunt.

“wow, look how wet you are. you are so dirty.” he was only inches from it.

you wiggled your hips, “please, help me,” you cried.

shoto kissed the inside of your thighs. “my little witch, such a spoiled girl.” he produced another piece of ice and it dripped over your sensitive clit. you couldn’t help but almost orgasm there, the feeling was incredible. the ice droplets dripped on your swollen clit and down your hole, mixing with your cream.

“all wet for me,” he whispered as he put two fingers to dive in your soaked pussy. you gladly sucked his fingers inside, eyes crossed with how good you felt.

“ohhhh, right there, right there.” you started moving on his fingers.

shoto licked his lips as his fingers turned really warm. he started moving his fingers in and out, then scissoring inside you. the squelching and wetness of it was all that was heard.

“fuck i’m gonna cum, professor.”

“no listen brat, i say when you cum.” he put his hand on your lower belly. he looked directly into your eyes. “try to keep your eyes open. i want to see my student’s eyes when she cums.”

you tried to listen. your body moving up and down with how shoto escalated his fingering. he went faster and faster. your pussy gushing with moisture.

“look at how filthy you are. you are a naughty girl.” his temperature then changed to ice cold. his fingers were like ice as he fingered faster. he started curling his fingers inside you, hitting the g-spot perfectly. his arm was pistoning in and out of you.

you were finally screaming with pure ecstasy. this was the best feeling you ever felt.

“i’m almost there-”

“not quite yet,” shoto chuckled. he grabbed the wand from your mouth. it was dripping with your spit. “open wider for me.”

you did as you were told.

“good girl,” he winked as he turned the wand over and entered the thick side first, inside your already sensitive cunt. your pussy took it in and your cream leaked down to the tip of it.

“fuck! oh shit, fuck!” you were crying. it felt so good. “yes, right there. fuck yes. fuck me with my wand!”

shoto got his right hand cold and played with your nipples while the other hand moved the wand in and out like a sex toy. entering inside of you then out.

“you are taking this so well. i am going to have to put my wand inside you.”

“professor! i can’t! i’m gonna cum!” you screamed, not caring if other students heard you. you opened your legs wider by spreading them with your hands. you looked down to see how fast and slick you took the wand.

“that’s it, witch! cum for me!” he announced as if he put a spell on you.

your legs were shaking and he kept repeatedly hitting your g-spot with the wand. “fuckkkkkk!” you croaked. your strength and energy gone with how deep the wand kept going.

you lifted your legs high in the air and stood there for a minute while he orgasmed. shoto slowly dipped the wand in and out, loving the way your fold suction aed around each groove.

your juices dripped onto the carpet and all over shoto’s hands.

you looked down to see shoto’s trousers having a wet stain from his precum. you felt kinda bad not giving him the same attention.

“professor i-”

he pulled the wand away and wrapped his lips around it, tasting each part of you and licking every last drop. “i expect you at my class everyday. i expect great grades from the greatest witch ever.” he stood up, wiped his hands on his soaked trousers. he took his coat off and wrapped it around you. “you can give this to me tomorrow.”

“professor, when-are we ever gonna do this again?” you bit your lip.

shoto gave a cute smile, “as my best student that gets perks, you will stay after class to help me. better get that delicious pussy ready tomorrow and meet me back here again, like a good girl, right?”

it was crazy but you got wet all over again. “yes, professor.”

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pervysenpaix · 2 years

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sorry is this is a weird thirst to share i just need to share it tho

i just constantly imagine kiri seeing how tired and stressed i am from work and grad school and insisting i need a daddy dom to lay me out and fuck the stress out of me. im constantly rejecting his offers until he just loses it and holds me down to force me into subspace. holds me captive in a full nelson while his thick fingers play with my fat brown cunt..wont stop overstimming me until i finally call him daddy/sir AHHH sorry just the idea of kiri forcing his way into my life and insisting i need him sexually to be a functional adult just hits different

-(^_^)

18+ MDNI -dubcon

I'm screaming , crying and throwing up right now because I've been thinking about this alot lately!

Big old Dilf!Kirishima who's 45 but doesn't look a day over 30. The only indication of his age being the white skunk stripe that frames his face surrounded by unruly red locs-- often pulled up into a pony to better broadcast that charming smile.

And he comes into the little cafe that you're working part-time towards the end of your shift every night just so he can have an excuse to follow you home. And he's sucha pervy old man. Pulling you close against his side under the guise of protection. Or leading you with his large hand on the small of your bag, fingers "absentmindedly" grazing your ass. Making faux-innocent comments about your pretty face and cute young body. Commenting that you're so polite , "a perfect little girl" and trust me he definitely notices the way your thighs clench together. The sight has him chubbing in his hero suit.

He brings it up after walking you home a couple of weeks -- the whole sugarbaby/daddy thing. "I don't know, kid. You're working yourself so hard" He pauses, glancing down at your smaller frame. So fucking tiny compared to him, he could just break you. "I'm sure there's an easier way for a pretty girl like yourself to get money". And god bless your little soul because you have absolutely no idea what he's suggesting. Other 25 yo women would've already been on there knees but you're a sweet innocent grad student that spends most of your time with your head in books. No time for romance, or god forbid sex . Kirishima could see it too-- the innocence in those big doe eyes and they way they widened into saucers when he clarified .

God his dick was painfully hard when you started sputtering and waving your hands frantically, blabbering on and on about how you wouldn't be good enough because you lacked experience. No doubt he almost ruined his underwear at the thought of breaking in your virgin cunt. It would be so easy to follow you upstairs and invite himself in. Insisting that he was thirsty or needed to use the restroom. " It's the least you could do for breaking my heart" he'd tease, pinching the supple flesh of your cheeks. It would be so hard not to laugh at your panicked expression, so eager to please that you're practically pulling him up the steps to your place. "Be right back!" you chirp as you dash into the kitchen and he just smiles in response because now he has you right where he wants you.

"Got lonely by myself" His breath would fan against your skin, chuckling deeply at your yelp of suprise. Teeth grazing the shell of your ear, eliciting shockwaves to places you've never thought about touching. And god- he's a big brute of a man , your literally trapped between him and the counter not able to move if you wanted to. Cause you don't want to move right ? You're asking for this. You want him to drag a hardened fingered down the seams of your leggings, black fabric pooling at your ankles. Even if you're squirming against him and saying no it's really because you're trying to rub against his cock. Rock hard and throbbing against your ass. You could feel the heat pulsating through the thin fabric of your underwear. He can't wait to ruin you, to to sink his thick fingers into your tight brown cunny. Would you cry for him? Bite your lip as he stretched you open ? Scissoring your whole and rubbing your clit with the pads of his thumb. He'd get you nice and dumb for him too. So his face and name is the only thing you remembered and by the time he sunk his cock into your pretty little pussy , you'd already be hooked. Daddy's perfect little girl , ready to do whatever just to get a crumb of dick and attention. Might even drop out of school and be his pretty little incubator. Just wait around his condo until he makes it home and pumps you so full of spunk that it's oozing down your legs.

It would be so easy for him to break you, right here and right now. But that wouldn't be manly. Kirishima may be a sleazy old perv that jerks off while sniffing the hand that rested on your waist-- the faint smell of your perfume still lingering. Eyes blown wide thinking about how much better it'd feel if he was fucking into you. Yeah... he might be a perv but he at least wants you to think you have a choice. So he just waits. Waits until the day that you're ready to become daddy's girl.

i- this was supposed to be a thirst, but it seems like I got a bit carried away ....

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nctsplug02 · 2 years

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sooooo imagine

some jen's friends finding mrs jeong a hot and being all over heels for her and mr jeong start to get a little bit jealous and all needy

M.I.L.F || j.j || JTBS

genre: fluff and smut

warnings: unprotected sex, quiet catcalling, sexual talking, sexual comments, sexual touching, creampie

hannie strolls over to the front door when hearing the door clink and jingle.

“mama!” she squeals.

“dada!” she squeals again.

as you and jaehyun enter, several heavy footsteps rush towards hannie. “mr and mrs jeong!” jen shrieks, holding the can of beer behind her back.

“hi jen. sweetie, who are your friends?” you ask, yanking off your sunglasses and grinning ear to ear when seeing a groups of people around jen.

yes, you and jaehyun were on a five day vacation and yes, you and jaehyun allowed her to have guests over.

“holy smokes she is one fine babe.” a guy blows out a gush of air when seeing you. a firm smirk on his face as well. “hm, thanks.” you say with quick wide eyes.

“uh, jen. would you mind helping with the luggages?” jen nods, handing her beer off to someone and rushing outside with jaehyun.

you glance down to see a giggly girl. “and my sweet girl, hello, baby.” you say in a cooingly tone while reaching down to pick her up. “did you miss your mommy?” you glance at the group of people who watch with love eyes. “let’s go find a snack in the kitchen, hm?” you stalk past them with your chin raised up.

“what a milf.” someone mutters, unable to keep their grin back.

“guys,” jen grunts walking in with two luggages in her hands. “stop hitting on her— she’s the one we dislike.” she grouches, laying the two bags flat. “screw that— i like her.” jen glares at them.

“there’s no more, jen. these are just the last ones.” jaehyun says gently putting down the two luggages. “okay, mr jeong.” jen blushes.

“hey, guys. i’m mr jeong.” jaehyun positions his sunglasses on his head and reaches his hand out. “so we’ve heard.” one says, shaking jaehyuns hand.

“hello, mr jeong. this is a gorgeous house— i’m alec.” jaehyun nods giving alec a firm shake. “thank you, alec. i’m glad you think that way.”

“hey, babe?!” jaehyun looks towards where the voice came from. “coming!” he shouts back and excuses himself.

jen crosses her arms with a snotty smirk. “now, him. we like.”

“i like them both— and milf and dilf? god, jen. you’re living the life.” her friend sighs making her scoff. “as if, idiots. go back in the sun room.”

you had just taken a shower with jaehyun and after getting dressed, you went downstairs to prepare dinner.

you ignored the lousy laughs and screams that came from the room 10 feet away from you.

“maybe some.. salmon.” you click your tongue a few times before deciding to cook salmon and asparagus. “i think— holy, fuck?!” you gasp, clutching your chest when seeing a guy— who wasn’t your husband— standing in front of you.

“shit, im sorry for my language.” you half laugh while still breathing heavily. “wow, im sorry, mrs jeong. didn’t mean to sneak up on you like that.” the boy apologizes with a sideway grin.

“i’m cass.” the boy says and you nod.

“yeah, uh.. cass— aren’t you supposed to be with jen and the others?” you fix your towel that was wrapped around your hair. “oh, i just came to.. uh, check on you. sorry if we’re being loud.” you shake your head, slipping past him only for his eyes and body to follow you.

“well, i was just about to make dinner for us all. i’m sure i have some,” you emphasize the some when searching through the fridge. “aw, man.” you frown, sighing when seeing a pack of half eaten salmon.

“oh, what’s wrong, mrs jeong?” the boy perks. “i’m— ugh,” you pull the pack out and you bite your lip. “i’m out of salmon— now, i don’t have enough for dinner.”

the boy grins a little— more like nervously. “um, i could, i could run and get some if you’d like?” you shake your head, closing the fridge. “it’s fine, i’ll just have my husband get some for me. but thank you for the offer, cass.” cass just nods submissively.

you awkwardly turn to leave and you rush upstairs. “dear,” you stick your head into the bedroom to see jaehyun fixing the bedsheets. “yes, my love.” he answers back now fixing the pillows.

“could you possibly run to the nearest grocery store and pick up some more salmon? like, a lot? i think jen and hannie ate some while we were gone.” jaehyun turns to you and laughs a little.

“please?” you open the door wider and you push yourself in. “is it for dinner?” you nod, “what else would i use the salmon for—? i mean, a snack is okay too.” he pats your head.

“alright, i’ll go. just.. stay in here and don’t let those stupid boys hit on you.” you nod, chuckling at his firm voice. “fine, but i just need my phone from the kitchen.” he yanks your waist as you try to leave the room.

“i’m coming with.” you laugh, rolling your eyes. “duh, you are, dummy. you have to go get our salmon— oh, my god! i could make sushi?!” he chuckles. “no, my love. if you want sushi, i’ll just go buy some.”

you bite your lip, frowning and giving him your puppy eyes. “could you please?” you wrap your hands around his waist and you rest your chin against his chest. “of course, i can, baby.” he dips his head down and presses a peck on your pouty lips.

“—alright, hold on! hold on! i need another can of chaser, please.” you hold up your empty can of coca cola.

“another cola for the milf!” someone says making you giggle. “guys, i am not a milf.” someone pops a can open for you which makes you thank them.

“one more, mrs jeong. one more.” you groan as another filled up shot glass is placed in front of you. “is it the one from earlier?” they all chime in singing out a yes. “gross,” you frown, picking it up and sniffing it.

“i don’t want it.” you make a crying face while holding it out. “aw, cmon! drink it, drink it!” they chant making you huff. you pinch your nose before tossing the drink down your throat.

“what’s going on in here?” the voice making you spit out the strong liquid. everyone turns to the voice— it was your husband. jen stalks towards him with crossed arms and an annoyed smirk on her face.

“look at mrs jeong. look how drunk she is.” jaehyun pushes the bags more onto the counter and marches towards you.

you giggle, sliding off the stool. “hey, babe? what’s up? where’d you go—? woop!” you grunt when being yanked onto his shoulder. “hey— my stomach kind of hurts,” you slur, arms dangling lifelessly.

“sushi’s on the counter— eat, but save a pack or two for mrs jeong.” jaehyun says firmly and turns to leave. “hey, babe? i don’t think carrying me is a good idea? i might puke.” you giggle and burp as he stomps up the stairs.

“y’know, i kind of wanted sushi too— wooah!” you quickly flip onto your belly when jaehyun drops you onto the bed. “aw, you look so grumpy.” you bite your lip letting out a chuckle.

you hop off the bed and run to the closet. “babe, let’s go to bed. you’re drunk.” jaehyun chokes up at laugh when seeing you appear with a cowboy hat. “yeehaw, baby.” you wink, dipping the front of your hat down.

“yeehaw, indeed.” he leans against the bed and smirks. “and i am not drunk, mr jeong. i’m in fact just having fun.” you cross your leg and you dip your upper half down. “oops, lost my hat.” you pick your hat up and you plop it back onto your head.

“now, let this cowgirl show you how good she can ride.” you stroll towards him with a sexy unstable walk which makes him giggle. “baby, you’re drunk.” he hugs your waist and lays his hands on your ass.

you smack his hand with a tut. “didnt i say that i wasn’t?” you say with a southern accent. jaehyun giggles.

“now, get on the bed mister.” you demand. jaehyun licks his lips and climbs onto the bed just as you wanted.

you follow him after he plops onto his back. “gonna show you that i’m a good rider.” you wink, grabbing the bag and tossing it off.

you lean down and you attach your mouth onto his neck. jaehyun groans, running his hands everywhere on your body. until he feels you still— he gently shakes you. “baby? my love?” he lifts you by pushing your shoulders to see you asleep with plumped lips.

he flips the two of you and places your head on the pillow before he brings the blanket up to your chest. “goodnight, idiot.” he kisses your forehead and then the lights shut off.

jen and her friends ended up having a sleepover when too drunk to drive home. jaehyun woke up twice when hannie woke up crying because of the loudness.

the couple woke up with hannie who looked as if she hadn’t slept in days. jaehyun ran to the store and bought some stuff to have a small barbecue party.

jen and her friends stayed and partied in the pool, blasting music and living their teenage life.

“mrs jeong! come join us! show us the young body you have!” you giggle in a shy way. “oh, guys. my body has stretch marks. it isn’t.. young as your guys.” they all groan in disappointment.

“cmon, mrs jeong! just for a bit?” you bite your lip and you look back at jaehyun who’s busy bobbing his head to the music. “alright. just for a bit.” you stand up making them cheer as you undo your beach robe.

you walk over to jaehyun and you place a hand above his lower back. “love, i’m gonna go swim for a bit. watch hannie?” he nods and leans his cheek over to you and you lean in for a kiss. “thanks, love you.” he grins. “love you too.”

you let out a raspberry before slowly taking your silk robe off. “yes, mrs jeong is comin’ in!” someone cheers as you step in and toss your robe to the side.

“it’s kind of cold.” you run your hands through your hair. “hey babe? can you turn the heat up for the pool? just a little?” he nods and goes inside.

“mrs jeong has a body of a babe.” you chuckle, slipping more into the pool. “woo, lord.” you shiver as goosebumps grow on your arms.

“wow, mrs jeong. you’ve been hiding that gorgeous body this whole time? behind all mr jeongs clothes. wow you have an amazing body.” you chuckle again, cheeks hurting from all the smiling.

after swimming for about 10 minutes, you climbed out and joined hannie in her playpen.

“mrs jeong is hot.” a friend of jen expresses which jen tsk’s at. “no she isn’t. she’s almost thirty. an old lady.” jen sneers as she throws daggers towards you.

“she’s got a hell of a body for an old lady.” jen elbows the friend who just shrugs.

jaehyun bites his tongue as he trots towards you. “my love.” he says through his gritted teeth. “yeah?” you lift your eyes up to him and you push your sunglasses onto your head.

“look at them drooling over you.” he clenches his jaw making you cup his face. “it’s fine. they can stare all they want but i’m staring at you.” he grins a little and leans down, pressing his lips onto yours.

“you’re a tease.” he squints his eyes. “me, a tease?” you press a hand on your chest. “yes, you. the biggest fucking tease of all. you wearing that sexy fucking two piece. do you know how hard it is to hold back from pouncing on you?” you giggle and shake your head.

“well, maybe we can get out groove on tonight when jen and her friends leave.” you suggest.

“or,” he emphasizes. “we could have them watch hannie for a bit and we could sneak inside for a bit? five minutes?” you look back at the group who were eating watermelon.

“five minutes? what’re you gonna do in five minutes?” you ask the man with a tilted head. “i can do so many things within that time span. gonna make you cum first.” he winks making you gasp in a playful way.

“jen? could you be a dear and watch hannie for.. like five, ten minutes? we’re gonna find more meat— we ran out.” jen nods and stalks over.

you nod to the house and jaehyun raises his eyebrows with a sly grin.

and boy, he did so much within those seven minutes.

#ash talks #nct smut #nct imagines #nct scenarios #kpop imagines #nctsplug02 #kpop fluff #nct 127 #anon #kpop smut #jung jaehyun imagines #nct jaehyun #jeong jaehyun fluff #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #jaehyun smut #nct fluff #jen the babysitter

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thank you for the votes and the likes on lady applejack sent me! while I still have the steam, here’s the first chapter for fall of 94, coming to tumblr posts and direct to video streaming near you! i might post a preview for for whom the bell tolls too today so be on the lookout for that :)

Fall of 94′: Eddie Munson x Black Reader Chapter 1

summary:

it’s been nearly 8 years since the events of hawkins and out of the entire party, the only one to stay behind is the one and only eddie munson. with a five year old daughter in tow, his life is a simple one, still trying to escape the dark cloud over him that never went away.

but when all too familiar hellish events start happening again eddie must team up with his daughter’s favorite and mysterious new teacher to protect his little girl and the town he owes nothing to.

warnings: violence, gore, religious trauma, soft dom! eddie, praise kink, smut to end all smut, hawkins indiana is a warning to me. minors dni

yall are not ready for dilf! eddie

also side note: should i give our reader powers? kinda like what would happen if miss honey in matilda also had powers- let me know!

“One, two, three, eyes on me! ” You called out to your students who looked in your direction, bouncing in their seats.

“One, two, eyes on you!” They responded back, happy chatter falling into silence. Only two weeks into the school year but you already had a good feeling about your classroom full of sweet rambunctious kids eager to learn.

It wasn’t a mistake to move to Hawkins, you’d be safe here, and you deserved a happy new life doing the one thing you’ve always wanted to do.

Didn’t you?

“We’re being such good listeners today! We’ve got about thirty minutes before lunch so let’s work on our spelling. Would anyone like to help me pass out our workbooks?”

A tiny hand shoots up before everyone else as Rosie Munson all but rockets out of her seat at the prospect of passing out the torn workbooks.

“ Thank you for volunteering Rosie, come on down.”

A flash of pigtails, a band tee, and a tutu over jeans nearly barrel into you as the kindergartner skids to stop in front of you.

“You can give them all to me, I’m strong enough!” She proclaimed, taking the stack bigger than her into her arms and rushing away before you could take some.

“It’s okay if you don’t remember but yesterday we were working on the letter B so we’re gonna keep going-

An odd sensation crept up the back of your spine, causing you to break the chalk with a loud snap, but you try to recover from the weirdness so as to not scare a room of five year olds.

But something didn’t feel right.

“So we’re try B from the very top and-

“Miss, Rosie won’t give me my workbook!”

“ Rosie, do you need help?” You ask over your shoulder, fetching a new piece of chalk but turn around immediately when you get no response.

Rosie stood frozen in place in the middle of the aisle, staring out the window.

“ Rosie, are you alright sweetie? ”

She said nothing, lifting her hand to point out the window.

You follow her gaze to see what appears to be a dark cloud over the sunny september sky.

A large, fast moving cloud.

Birds.

A big wet thump on the windowpane makes you all gasp and you barely have enough time to grab Rosie out of harm’s way before every single window shattered.

“Everyone get down! Get down now!” You yelled over your students' screams, shielding as many of them as you can while the others hid under their desks. You can hear it happening all over the building, the flapping of wings and screaming before it all stops. The cries die down to whimpers as you take in the scene of your terrified students surrounded by what had to be hundreds of dead birds.

The aftermath is a blur of consoling students, early dismissals, a cavalcade of ambulances, buses, and concerned parents wrapping their children in their arms. Your kids gather around you, waiting for their bus or parents to retrieve them until it’s just you and Rosie, no longer scared and happily chattering at your side while you both wait for her parents to pick her up.

The looks from some of the older teachers as they walk past make your blood boil. You had heard their chattering on the first day of school, the way they whispered something about being grateful that they didn’t have the freak’s kid in their class. You didn’t know what they meant and you didn’t care.

The sound of a car racing into the lot with heavy metal blasting and Rosie’s excited giggles stir you out of your reverie.

“ Daddy! That’s my daddy Miss!” Rosie hopped down from her chair next to you as you got a look at the emerging figure from the car.

Rosie shared the same brown curls and doe eyes with her father, though his curls fell to his ears. Heavily tatted arms scooped up his daughter, looking at the pink band aids covering her hands and arms in confusion and concern.

“Did you get in a fight with a wood-chipper munchkin?”

“We had a freak incident with some birds today, hence the early dismissal. I had the nurse and paramedics check her over and they said she’s going to be fine, nobody was seriously hurt.” You said, stepping forward, hand outstretched. “ It’s nice to meet you Mr. Munson, I’m Rosie’s teacher.” You said with a smile.

He looked at you in a way that made your heart race which you’re not quite sure if you like it or not.

“ Eddie works, Mr. Munson was my crappy old man. It’s nice to meet you and I’m sorry I’m late, my boss wouldn’t let me off early despite it being an emergency. Thank you for looking after my girl, she speaks highly of you.” He said, tickling his daughter before placing her in a car seat.

“ Rosie is a pleasure to have in class and I look forward to her progress this year, hopefully with fewer bird break-ins.” You said rather lamely but Eddie smiles anyway before his eyes go further down.

“ You’re bleeding.”

“ I’m what-oh.”

You look down to see a thin scratch near your collarbone, a small line of blood oozing down your neck. Eddie closes the gap between you two, fishing a bandanna from his pocket and before you can protest, presses it to your cut, cool calloused fingertips against your hot skin.

You should probably be doing anything but this in the middle of the school parking lot but oddly enough, you don’t want this complete stranger anywhere else but close to you right now.

“ See Daddy, I told you she was pretty.”

“Rosie!”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x yn #stranger things fanfiction

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Meeting A Magical Man Pt.3

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That morning, Marvin’s door was knocked on again. But it wasn’t Chase doing it this time. With an annoyed grunt, Marvin left the warmth that was his bed and Chase’s body and went to answer it. He slipped on a pair of pants and tried to fix his hair. After checking his phone, he opened the door and saw Henrik there.

“What?” He grumbled, turning away and walking deeper into his home, knowing Henrik would follow.

“I went to Chase’s home to check on him, and he was not there, so I assumed your meeting went rather…well.” Henrik only stepped through the door, keeping it open and having his hands behind his back.

“You sent me an attractive himbo. Did you think I wasn’t going to have sex with him?” Marvin scoffed, going over to a wall mirror to study the damage. “I will say; it was a very fun time. He’s good at following directions and learns quickly.” He traced his fingers over the vast collection of hickies on his neck and chest. “I can’t tell if he likes to bite or likes leaving marks…my guess is both~”

“Would you mind if we saved this talk for later?” Henrik asked.

“Why? You’re usually curious about everything, and I’ve given you the full details several times before.” Marvin said. He could tell something was up. “What are you hiding?”

“Well-”

“I wanna see!” Henrik was cut off as a child barged his way into the house.

“The fuck is that!?” Marvin exclaimed, hand going to his face. His mask appeared and covered him. Henrik had seen him maskless plenty of times, and he’s managed to hide it from Chase, having only just taken it off when Chase was fully asleep, and Marvin knew he’d be up before him. He didn’t need a small kid seeing him and screaming like others had done in the past.

“His name is Robbie,” Henrik said, coming into the house and closing the door behind him.

“Why do you have a child with you!?” Marvin wasn’t the biggest fan of children, he didn’t hate them per se, but he was happy with them being as far away from him as possible. He was also far from being parent material, and it showed.

“It’s a…long story. He was a baby a week ago and has stalled his aging and development at this stage. I do not know for how long, but-Robert, no!” Henrik stopped his explanation to scold Robbie when he tried to put one of the flower heads into his mouth.

“Sorry.” Robbie slumped over.

“Here.” Henrik took his phone out, tapped it for a moment, and handed it to Robbie. “You can play while I talk with my friend.”

“Okay!” Robbie happily took the phone and rushed to a little corner, sitting and playing whatever little game Henrik pulled up for him.

“When did you become a dad? I know you have that whole silver patch in your hair, but that doesn’t mean you go full DILF for it.” Marvin crossed his arms, suddenly more conscious of his bare chest.

“It is very complicated, and I will explain later. Right now, I want to check in on your progress with Chase. Were you able to get a start on how to help him, or were you two busy…playing?” Henrik asked, being careful with his words even with Robbie no longer paying attention to them.

“Playing? Are you…” Marvin’s eyes went to Robbie and then they rolled with annoyance. “I have everything set up, and I was going to start after waking up. From what I can feel, he was up most of the night but stayed in bed. I’ll dive deeper into it and see what I’ll need. I’m already guessing it’ll be a potion of sorts.” Marvin’s eyes wandered again, not focusing on one thing until a new person entered the room.

“Oh! Hey Hen.” Chase greeted.

“You’re not wearing pants,” Henrik said.

“I’m not complaining, baby~,” Marvin nearly purred as he looked over Chase’s body with no shame.

“Shi-sorry!” Chase quickly slipped right back out of the room.

“Again, you sent that here with a note of him being single and didn’t think we would fu-” Marvin’s teasing comment stopped when he once again saw Robbie. “This is annoying.” He snapped his fingers, and a pair of earphones appeared in Robbie’s lap. “Know how to use those?”

“Yes, thank you!” Robbie flashed a big smile, and Marvin’s eyebrows went up, having not expected to see two sharp, long canines with the rest of his little teeth. He looked at Henrik, holding his words until the sounds from the phone stopped, and Robbie could no longer hear them.

“Why the fuck does he have vampire teeth?” Marvin asked.

“I have not figured that out yet. I have been only a little focused on him going from a newborn to five in a week.” Henrik rubbed his temple.

“Now I see why you’re using me to watch Chase. You have a-I don’t even know what to call him-in your custody.” Marvin started walking. “I’m going to put a shirt on, and then we can talk more about this.”

“Sorry about that,” Chase said, jogging into the room before Marvin could leave. He was now fully dressed in last night’s attire, minus the tie since he had that tucked into his pocket. “How are-is that a kid?”

“Yep. Henrik decided to give you a wellness check and ruin my plans. Do you see what he’s wearing, Henrik? You see his shirt. I was going to put on his shirt so I could get railed this morning but no. No one wants to fuck with a doctor and a vampiric child in their house.” Marvin huffed and left the room this time.

“Vampiric?” Chase gave a worried look at Robbie.

“He has enlarged canines.” Henrik gestured to his own teeth. “He does not have a craving for blood.”

“How old is he?” Chase relaxed when he was given at least part of an explanation.

“I’d say he’s around five at this moment, not sure for how long,” Henrik answered.

“Hen…what did you get into?” Chase watched Robbie play, seeing the joy in his eyes and the tip of his tongue sticking out with concentration.

“Do you two remember when this was only about getting Chase to sleep?” Marvin said as he walked in. “Me too. I already miss it, and I’ve barely gotten to do any work on it.”

“You do not need to worry about Robbie. This is all on me. He is only with me because he did not like the babysitter I hired.” Henrik said.

“He tried to drink their blood?” Marvin scoffed.

“He cried. He did not want to be without me. He begged me to not leave him alone, and I did not have the heart to not do as he pleaded.” Henrik’s comment got Marvin to look down and chew the inside of his cheek.

“I’ll go make some tea,” Marvin said softly and picked up a kettle from one of the tables, collecting leaves from several plants.

“I need to head back to the office. I just wanted to be sure all was fine,” Henrik said. “I will see both of you later. Perhaps after Robbie is in bed, we can chat and catch up.”

“Sounds good, Hen.” Chase gave a thumbs-up.

“Hope you’re ready for an all-nighter because you have a lot to tell us,” Marvin continued his leaf gathering. “And you can keep those earphones if you don’t have any back at the office.”

“Thank you. I will text when all is ready.” Henrik nodded and went to Robbie, bending down and gently tapping his shoulder. Robbie looked up and took out the earphones, giggling and scrambling to his feet when told it was time to go. He held Henrik’s hand and continued looking at the phone with the other.

“Bye!” Robbie said without his eyes leaving the screen. Henrik gave one more wave as they both left.

Chase watched the whole time, an ache in his heart from seeing how Robbie was. He was a sweet little boy, a gentle kid…one about the same age Lucas was before…

“Chase, darling? You good?” Marvin noticed Chase staring off at the door.

“Yeah, sorry, zoned out for a moment.” Chase took a deep breath. “I’ve never had fresh tea.” He wanted to change the subject.

“You’re going to love my tea. I’m a master at this stuff.” Marvin giggled.

“I’m always ready to learn.” Chase smiled.

“Yes, you are~” Marvin sat his supplies down and went to Chase, hands going to his chest. “How about we go with the plan I wanted to do this morning?”

“You want to wear my shirt?” Chase couldn’t recall all that Marvin said earlier about his ‘plan’ being distracted with a child in the home.

“We can skip that part. I don’t mind going straight to the fun stuff~” Marvin started unbuttoning Chase’s shirt from the top. “And we’ll really need to clean up after. So we’ll play, wash up, and I’ll make sure your clothes get cleaned while we enjoy some hot, fresh tea.” He gripped Chase’s collar, half of his chest now exposed. “What do you say?”

“O-Okay.” Chase’s cheeks were pink, and his giggle was a little goofy. It was music to Marvin’s ears.

“Good~” Marvin purred and pulled Chase into a kiss, not wasting any time, and guiding them back to his bedroom.

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Tags: @brokentimewatch @bookwormscififan @d-structive

#trickshot #meeting a magical man #oh yeah #i got LORE to this story #veggie writes

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years

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𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧 | 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

pairing: moon knight (all alters) x f!reader x din djarin

genre: smut, romance, angst

word count: 1.2k

series summary: you find yourself in the middle of a dangerous race of who will steal priam's treasure first; a mysterious cloaked figure who calls himself moon knight or a man in clad armor who calls himself the mandalorian. amongst the chaos, you and steven try to protect the remnants of history.

chapter warnings: swearing, canon typical violence

a/n: special thanks to my lovely soul dilf sister wife @inklore for betaing and convincing me this wasn't a mess <33 love you bby

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The city of London lays out in front of him. It’s utter chaos. The traffic, the lights, the people rushing and toppling on top of one another as they try to catch the first bus home. Marc isn’t a fan of the stifling air. Too many rules. Too many formalities. He squints, his eyes nothing but a white bright light as he notices a man following an unsuspecting girl into the alley. An unsettling feeling settles in his gut, an eerie presence lurking behind him.

“You’re getting distracted,” the deep voice rattles his bones and makes him clench his teeth tightly together. “We still have no clues as to where Harrow and his men are,”

Marc doesn’t answer, he only shakes his head and jumps down, his cape trailing behind him. Wasn’t he supposed to protect the travelers of the night? He still remembers the horror of the deal they made, the way his life was slowly draining away from his body, nothing but hurt beating in his chest. Marc swore to protect, and so far he’s been doing nothing of the sort, in fact, he’s been doing the opposite.

He lands silently, his feet light, much like a feather dusting across the pavement as he creeps up behind the man. The girl is right about to walk out the other end of the alley but before she does, Marc’s eyes flicker down to the man’s hands. One slides into his jacket and before the worst can happen, Marc grabs his nape and throws him against the wall. The man collapses with a shout, his hands immediately raising and covering his face. There’s a small piece of wrinkled up paper between his fingers.

“Wait– Wait!” he screams, voice trembling. “I’m not here to cause trouble, I’m just here to give you this–”

Without looking up, the man extends the paper with a shaky hand. Tilting his head, Marc snatches it.

“Who sent you?”

“I-I don’t know,”

“You don’t know or won’t tell?”

Marc steps forward, stepping on the man’s leg. He puts all his weight on it, a shrill warmth blossoming in his stomach as the man groans with pain. While still having the man’s leg locked under his boot, Marc peels the paper open. His brows furrow with confusion, the inside consists of instructions for a job, for a heist to be exact. He’s not really in the market for complicated, long thought out gigs like this one. Priam’s treasure? What the hell even was that? Who on earth–

The man squirms and Marc presses harder, his eyes still glued to the paper.

“Talk or you’re walking out of here with more than a broken leg,”

“Fuck– I don’t know! They just give me a piece of paper and tell me where to go. I don’t know the boss!”

With a sigh, Marc pulls out a crescent dart from his chest piece and holds it tight. It glimmers under the dim light of the street lamp, he points it towards him and the man’s eyes grow wide with fear.

“What about now?” he growls.

“I-I swear–”

Knowing that this wasn’t going to lead anywhere, Marc raises his hand. He moves to make a clean cut across the man’s wrist. But as it comes down, quick and sharp, a ringing echoes and sends the crescent dart flying into the air. The weapon clatters against stone and Marc’s eyes snap above. He sees another person covered from head to toe in shiny armor, rifle between his gloved hands.

“Who the hell are you?”

“A bystander,” his modulated voice pierces through the night. “Haven’t you ever heard of don’t kill the messenger?”

“Haven't you heard of don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong?”

“No.”

Marc can hear a smile in his voice, it aggravates him. Dragging his gaze back to the man underneath his boot, he finally removes the weight of it, he watches as the poor guy scurries away. Marc turns his attention back to the man in armor.

“So, what are you supposed to be?” he asks as he quickly climbs up the fire escape and reaches where the man resides. “The Cavalier? The Horseman? The Gallant? What dumb name do you have?”

The stranger pulls back, seemingly unsurprised by how quickly Marc was able to reach him. He studies him with a keen eye. The armor doesn’t cover all parts of his arms and his pelvis is exposed, to the untrained, it would look like an impregnable fortress, but to Marc it’s nothing but weak spots, places to strike if needed be. His white gaze travels up, the man’s face is hidden beneath his helmet, the visor likely acting as a scanner for body heat or something similar.

“None,” he grunted. “You can call me Mando,”

“What the hell does that even mean?” Marc shakes his head, he’s getting distracted. “Since you decided to interrupt me by shooting your fancy gun, you’re gonna tell me everything I need to know,”

“And why would I be doing that?”

“Because– Didn’t you just hear what I just said? You’re gonna tell me because you shot at me,”

Marc already feels drained by this conversation. Men in metal suits, they were always a handful to deal with. He watches as Mando languidly tilts his head down and then back up, it’s torturously slow. A subtle tingle ghosts across Marc’s skin, he doesn't like being observed, he doesn’t like it when people tear him down with their gaze to figure out who he is.

“See something you like?” he rolls his tongue, adding humor to it as Mando pushes his rifle to his back.

He shrugs.

“If you want me to talk you’re going to have to make me,”

“What?”

“We’ll be fighting soon enough anyway,” he adds, ignoring Marc completely. “You’re not the only one after Priam’s treasure,”

“I have no horse in that race,” Marc declares. “I have better things to do,”

“Clearly,”

Mando’s tone is condescending, Marc can feel heat raising up to his cheeks. It wasn’t like him to get so agitated by a couple of words but here he is, about to combust like a kid who’s gotten their favorite toy taken away from them. Before Marc can retaliate, Mando takes a step back towards the edge.

“I’d check the price on that job if I were you before making any decisions,” his one foot dangles off the edge, Marc takes a step forward, hand involuntarily extended towards him. “I’ll see you soon Marc Spector, and I won’t be this nice next time.”

He drops as Marc rushes towards him, he’s ready to dive in after him but he’s already gone. Disappeared with the wind. Marc’s chest heaves, breath stuttering as he relaxes his fists. He knew his name. How on earth– With a stuttered breath, he pulls out the piece of paper and observes the contents once more.

His eyes go wide at the price.

“Let’s go Marc Spector. You’ve done nothing long enough,”

“I’ll have to take a raincheck on that bird brain,” Marc stuffs the paper back into his suit, staring down where Mando had supposedly fallen. “I’ve got a side quest I need to go on.”

After all, Steven needs to pay rent. London’s ridiculously expensive.

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Chapter One - Regrets and Threats

“I know,” Dad sighed. “Guess I’m just getting ready for you two growing up. It’s…it’s a crazy world out there, right now. With the anti-Conduit legislation, the terrorist attacks — you two doing the ACT.” He added as a joke. But it didn’t lighten the look on his face. “I’m worried.”

5k words | 16 min read time | TRIGGER WARNINGS: terroristic threats, implied homelessness

I rushed, absolutely rushed, to get the dishes clean.

He wasn’t supposed to be back for another three days, I wasn’t prepared to even have to worry about this yet. My head was throbbing, giving an extra hard pulse every time I chucked a cleaned plastic cup in the dish rack.

Man, I hated being hung over.

“You almost done out there?” I hollered over the scream of the vacuum in the living room.

“Y-yeah, almost!” Brent yelled back, followed by the crinkle of the vacuum sucking up more crumbs. There was a curse, then he added, “Shit, Jean, Dad’s truck!”

Abandoning my glass plate, I moved around the corner, looking past a panicked Brent and out of the bay window of the living room. Yep, he was right; Dad was back, slamming the door to his truck right that moment, and I hadn’t even started on the back porch.

“Okay, uh,” I faltered. “Act natural? Put on baseball or something, I’ll go back to doing dishes.” The more it looked like we were caught off guard, the better. Dad just needed to not look out back.

“It isn’t even baseball season!”

“You know what I mean!”

I practically ran to turn the tap back on, picking the glass plate back up and trying my best to act normal. He just had to keep away from the backyard. That’s it. He’d get back, say hellos, probably go to shower, and that’s when Brent and I could get rid of the alcohol bottles. Easy peasy.

I hope.

I was able to get through the plate and two pans before hearing the deadbolt to the front door turn and it’s hinges creak in the stress of opening, Dad’s voice ringing out “Honey, I’m hoooooooome!” In a terrible sing-song voice.

“Hey Dad!” I heard Brent greet over a Seahawks—Rams game.

“Dad!” I shouted from the kitchen, turning off the tap. Regardless of what we were trying to hide, I missed him and had to go give him a hug.

Dad was still stuck in his suit, the top two buttons of his shirt open and his tie jokingly wrapped around his head like a ninja headband. He looked so out of place when he was dressed up, so far away from the leather jacket and worn jeans he’d always wear otherwise. I hated seeing him all…fancy.

My friends loved it though, dubbing him their favorite DILF.

Blegh.

I dashed over to him, Dad easily intercepting me in a crushing bear hug so forceful he popped my spine. “Ah, missed ya, Jeanie.” He grumbled, pulling away. “Oh, gross, you’re wet.”

“Well I was doing dishes,” I laughed, “You didn’t give us much time to clean up.”

Just play it cool. Admit a little fault and he won’t dig deeper.

Brent finally decided to stand, allowing Dad to clap him on the back but not going much farther than that. Teenage boys; any compassion was unmanly and gay. Just to rub it in though, Dad ruffled his brown hair out of its stupid flipped ‘do. “Missed you too, Brent.” He said pointedly.

Brent just brushed him off with a playful shove.

“Why are you back so soon?” I asked as he separated himself from us, pulling his duffel bag back off the ground and gripping his briefcase. “You were supposed to be gone, what, another 3 days?”

“Yeah, did something happen?” Brent added on, moving out of the way for Dad to squeeze through.

Dad moved only a few steps, stopping to chuck his duffle bag on the couch. “Eh, something came up.” He brushed the issue off with a wave of his hand, not facing us. “Why? Upset I crashed the party?”

“Funny, Dad,” Brent scoffed, his eyes flitting to mine and betraying the panic. I shook my head at him; there’s no way Dad knew. He had to stop freaking out.

“You know what I love about the future?” Dad suddenly turned to face us, smiling. Not waiting for a response, he continued. “There’s so many good security measures the world has to offer now!” His face shifted to one of knowing. Disappointment. “Like hidden front yard cameras.”

He knew.

I was wise enough to keep quiet; anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. And Dad specifically laid down the law before leaving; no funny business, no illegal business, and no more than 3 friends over at a time.

We broke all 3 of those rules last night.

But if Dad only had front yard cameras, then he only saw us break one rule. Not that big an offense. “Sorry, Dad—“ I began before he immediately cut me off.

“Look, there weren’t a lot of people,” he sighed. “I only saw 5. Tommy, Theresa. Mei. Dunno the other’s names, don’t care. But I want to know: did anything else happen last night?”

This felt like a trick question.

Brent took the reins this time, managing a playful albeit nervous chuckle before joking, “Depends on if you have backyard cameras.”

Dad didn’t miss my flinch. Brent, you dumbass.

I loved Brent. Had to. Hard not to. But God he could be stupid sometimes. Out of the two of us, he couldn’t lie worth a damn. Which made it all the more plausible that his heated cheeks weren’t because of the reaming Dad was preparing, but via an admission of guilt. One Dad cocked an eyebrow to, moving around us to walk to the blinds of the sliding back door.

“Why did you mention the backyard?” I groaned under my breath.

“Wh—did you not clean it?” Brent muttered back.

I only had enough time to shoot him a glare before Dad’s voice, sharp now, asked behind us

“Is that…whiskey?”

Thanks to Brent, we were now on week two of our month-long grounding. And that included Dad’s newfound punishment; office cleanup.

This has to be a child labor law violation. I was sure of it. Sure, Dad owned the Conduit Outreach and Legal Endorsement center, but shit, I didn’t wanna be stuck mucking paper copies and sweeping. At least I wasn’t Brent, stuck window scraping outside in the Oregon winter. I know the COLE worked on a volunteer basis, but it should’ve been on my volunteering basis, not Dad’s.

Still, this was better than him snitching on Theresa, Dominick, Cat, Tommy and Mei, as well as being stuck attending AA meetings to ‘see what alcohol can do to you’, so I guess I’ll take it.

I was in the middle of mopping a suspiciously sticky spot in front of the break room fridge when Dad poked his head through the breezeway, saying “Jean, when you finish that, come meet me in my office, okay?”

“Sure, Dad,” I breathed, punctuating the words with vigorous scrubbing. Dad didn’t stick around though, going to go tell Brent the same, I’m guessing.

I was in his office far sooner than Brent, Dad doing nothing more than acknowledging my presence with a nod before going back to his computer. He always seemed stuck at a computer, typing emails or reading emails or waiting for emails. At least being his own boss meant he didn’t have to wear a suit like he did to his out of town seminars; it never looked quite right on him.

Still, it was really funny watching my dad work on official documents while wearing a beanie.

Brent eventually walked in on a shivering huff, nose tip pink from the cold. He shook off his flurry covered coat, hanging it on the back of the other chair before joining me across from Dad.

Dad clicked a few more keys, closing out whatever he was working on with an authoritative mouse click before turning to contemplate us. No talking. He just stared. Looking between Brent and I in a way that made me think he was gearing up to interrogate us again. I was moments away from throwing Brent under the bus for whatever crime Dad had found out we committed when he finally said, “I’m ungrounding you two.”

Brent and I glanced at each other. This has to be a trap. “W-why?” I asked, looking back to Dad.

He leaned back in his leather office chair, propping a foot up on the open space by his thigh. “Brent, Regina. Your birthday is next month. You’re both going to be eighteen. Adults, legally, as much as I hate it.” Dad scoffed a bit at that, as if he was annoyed at our audacity to age. “I’m not gonna…be there, much longer, to tell you what do to. You’ll have to make your own choices, choose your own paths and whatever.” He put his foot down, leaning forward against the desk. “It’ll be your job to take care of yourselves. And I’ve got to admit, at least you both kept it at home and were safe. Mei talked to me earlier—“ he added more pointedly to Brent than I. Despite her being my friend first, even Dad could see they were definitely closer. “She told me how you took everyone’s keys, Brent. Hid them so no one would drive. That’s way more responsible than what I did at your age.”

“I thought I saw her car when I was shoveling the sidewalk,” Brent muttered.

“I want to be able to trust your choices,” Dad continued. “Because come next month, I won’t have any part in them. And after what Mei told me, while I’m definitely not a fan of you two sneaking whiskey from my good collection,” he stressed pointedly, “You did good, making sure your bad choice was at least a safe bad choice.”

Dad stopped there, letting the silence hang. I wasn’t sure if he meant for us to chime in with thanks, or say I love you or something.

So instead I said, “You act like you’re dying, Dad. We’re still gonna stay around after we turn 18.”

“Yeah,” Brent agreed, “Even if we do go to college or move out, we’re still gonna visit. Call,”

His eyes wandered to the picture frame on his desk, and I couldn’t help but follow his gaze. I both absolutely loved and entirely hated that picture: Dad with his arm slinked around Mom, tired and disheveled on a hospital bed. He had baby Brent in his arms, and Mom was holding me with one arm, the other moved so their hands could interlock on her shoulder.

It was the only picture we had of all four of us.

Dad did his best, raising us alone. It was hard, and definitely caused the premature graying in his hair he had going on, but he did it. We never felt unloved, or ignored or like we were struggling. Hell, it took us begging him to take a chance to get him to start this traveling thing COLE offered, he was so worried about leaving us alone. I guess the reality of his twins becoming actual adults was hitting him. It barely felt real to us sometimes too.

“It’s fine, Dad.” I finally said. “We’re fine.”

“I wish your mom could see you two,” he sighed. “She’d be so proud.”

We didn’t respond.

Dad coughed, moving to stand. “That’s also not the only reason I’m ungrounding you two.”

Knew it was a trap.

He seemed chipper, and yet exasperated. I had no idea the two could coexist. “I’m going to be working from home for the next month or so, so I get to keep a close eye on you two as well.”

“Wh-, really?” Brent asked, mirroring my sudden excitement. Dad was gonna stay home? Not even come here to work?

But this place was home to Dad, too. He loved what he did here. “Wait, why?” I asked, looking up to meet his eyes. He wouldn’t do this without reason, a good reason.

Dad stayed quiet for a minute, rubbing the scruff on his chin. “There’s…well, you need to know,” he muttered, more to himself than us. Sighing, he seemed to disembark from his train of though to rejoin us, starting with, “Remember how I came home early last week? How my trip was cut short two days in?”

“Yeah,” Brent said. “I just thought it was to yell at us.”

Dad barked out a laugh. “Yeah, partially.” But the humor was short lived, a shadow falling on his face despite the fluorescent lighting. “Well, the seminar was threatened by the Anti-Bioterrorist Movement — you know, Lifeline. Like, bomb threatened. Had to call in a disarming squad and all.”

“Oh, shit,” Brent whispered.

“Brent Si’ahl, language.” Dad chastised.

“Sorry,”

“Anyways,” Dad inhaled deeply. “They weren’t exactly nice. And they had a lot of bad things to say about COLE. About…me. So I’m going to stay home for a while for safety. At least until we see if this bill passes.”

The Conduit Registration bill. The Big Bad that Dad was fighting against. Congress wanted every Conduit to register their name, DNA, and keep all their information consistently updated on a public database. Dad argued it was no better than the anti-Semitic segregation implemented by the Nazi’s before WW2.

Lifeline, though, said it was no different from a sex offender registry.

That’s where Dad would go all the time. Speaking out, attending rallies, offering his team’s legal support. Things had ramped up recently after the bill passed the House. It was now up to the Senate to vote on it, and that was coming up on the docket in two months as well. Not to mention last month, Florida won their Supreme Court case for specialty IDs for Conduits.

Things were tense, to say the least.

“You have to stay home ‘cause the COLE could be next,” I finally worked out.

Dad nodded, not meeting my eyes. “Any of them could. We’re all going wireless like we did back when that Pandemic hit. The shelters will still be up but everything else is gonna be digital.”

He opened his mouth to say more, but was cut short by sudden knocking on his office door. It swung open before he could welcome them, and in walked Margarita, the sweet receptionist, red from her jog to the room and the bite of the snow. “Damion, sir, there’s protestors outside.”

Dad cursed this time, earning a sarcastic “Damion Rowland, language.” From Brent before Dad’s glare cut him down a few sizes.

“Okay, Jean, grab my computer bag. Brent, grab those files for me,” Dad commanded, pointing. “I’m gonna swing the truck around back and we’re going to leave before things get worse.”

Dad grabbed his keys off the desk and rounded the corner, breezing past us and to Margarita at the door. “Stay in here until I come get you.” He threw over his shoulder, closing the office door behind him.

I immediately turned to face Brent. “A bomb, dude, holy shit.”

“I know,” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s getting worse. A lot worse.”

“I know,” I repeated. There wasn’t much else I could say. And I bet the guys that placed the bomb were only gonna get a slap on the wrist. “C’mon, grab your coat.”

We both got dressed for the cold, grabbing all Dad asked us to and standing around, waiting. Almost absentmindedly, I grabbed the photo of the day we were born, looking down at it. I always ended up with this thing in my hand.

Telling people Brent and I were brother and sister was always fun. Telling them we were twins was even funnier; no one ever believed us. And for good reason — we looked nothing alike. Brent looked a lot like Mom, the natural chestnut brown hair and seafoam green eyes. The blush pink and fair skin. I was more Dad, the black hair and brown eyes and tan skin and, yeah, sort of big nose. It looked good on us though. The one thing — the only thing — we shared were the splash of freckles across our nose, like Mom. Otherwise we definitely looked adopted.

At least, Brent did. Had him convinced about it one time when we were kids, it was hilarious.

I tucked the picture away in the side pocket of Dad’s computer bag; if anything happened to this COLE chapter, I didn’t want to lose this. Didn’t want Dad to. I was pretty sure it was the original.

The hum of Dad’s truck grew outside — and with it, shouting. Super loud chanting and hollering and stuff. Brent and I looked at each other and dashed to the slated blinds without a word exchanged, peaking through.

There were what had to be two dozen protestors outside, all angrily shouting as Dad shoved his way through them. Some had signs with the Conduit Emblem, the two eagles made by Delsin Rowe, crossed out violently with red paint made to look like blood. Others had a picture of the kid that was killed by a steam Conduit up in Detroit a bit ago. But all of them yelled, chanting, “Bio-Terrorists need to not exist!” Or some stupid variation. There was one burly guy in a ski mask that hollered “Traitor!” at Dad so loudly he flinched.

“I’m going to fuck them up if I get the chance,” Brent growled under his breath.

“You and me both,” I muttered, chewing my cheek.

The back door just next to Dad’s office door slammed shut, him busting into the office a few moments later. We didn’t even bother moving away from the window to hide that we were snooping. Dad noticed, becoming crestfallen at the realization that we saw everything. “Margarita is calling the cops, we should wait till they’re here to go,”

I nodded absentmindedly, throwing one last look outside the window.

That was a mistake though, ‘cause I made eye contact with the ski mask asshole.

He shouted “They’re hiding in there!” And pointed to the window Brent and I were standing. Like vultures, the protestors swarmed the window, Dad gripping me by the hem of my jacket and yanking me back

“Away from the windows, now!” He demanded. Brent followed.

And just in time too, because with a shattering crash, a brick soared through just where I was and landed with an almost comedic smack on the center of Dad’s big oak desk.

Glass peppered everywhere, glittering Brent’s black pants with shining shards and almost threatening to cut him, since he was closest. Their chanting and yelling and screaming grew louder, a few protestors beginning to swipe away at the shutters to move them away. “I’ve got kids in here, assholes!” Dad shouted, stepping around me to bend over and brush away at Brent’s pants. “C’mon, let’s get you guys out of here.”

“Probably some dirty bioterrorists!” A voice responded on the other side.

Dad didn’t bother answering, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and clapping a hand to Brent’s back, steering us both out of the office as quick as he could. He didn’t stop commandeering us until we were far from the office, down breezeways and halls until he came up to a doorframe, bopping his volunteer card against a scanner next to two large, heavy looking steel doors.

“We should have some clothes in your size at the closet, Brent.” Dad said as the light bordering the scanner turned green. “I want you to change out of those so you don’t get hurt.”

“Sure,” Brent breathed as Dad gripped one of the doors, swinging it open.

The shelters.

We weren't allowed in here; it was a volunteer area for adults only, and you had to pass background checks to even be considered. Circumstances allowed us to come in, I guess — especially with the chapter leader. I’d never even seen the area before now. In my head, I imagined separate rooms, maybe carpeting.

Not this.

The area was a glorified gymnasium; exposed rafters and shining glossed wooden floors. There were bunk beds lined up from wall to wall, each occupied. Lockers ran along the west side of the room, its opposite a cafeteria walkway like the one we had at school. It looked uncomfortable and awkward and void of any sense of privacy.

You’d think the Portland chapter would be able to afford better for the shelter.

But there was wonder, beauty and camaraderie. I watched a woman Conduit wave her hands around, and from her fingertips came string; she quickly wove a long sheet, handing it to a Mom who used her own powers to produce a nail from her mouth, hammering the makeshift curtain into the wooden frame of the bunk bed for privacy. The cotton Conduit then crouched down to be eye level with the son, waving her hands around once, twice, three times, seemingly making a doll that looked just like him from thin air.

A few aisles down, in a small seating area just in front of a TV, one Conduit moved to place his hand on another’s bicep, the ink from his blackout tattoo on his hand seeming to melt onto the woman’s arm, it shifted and bubbled and churned until it settled, a skull and roses tattoo healed perfectly on her bicep as if it had been there all along.

“Think we can get one?” Brent leaned over, whispering to me.

Instead, Dad answered, shooting “Absolutely not.” from over his shoulder.

He continued to lead us to another hallway, stopping just in front of it as he said, “Brent, come with me. Jean, you think you can stay here?”

“Yeah, sure,” I looked around, pretending I was absolutely not anxious. “I’ll be fine.”

Dad nodded, motioning for Brent to follow.

Truth was, though, this was my first direct exposure to any Conduits. Ever. And while I wasn’t scared, it was weirdly nerve wracking. In the same way that a first roller coaster ride or a driving test was.

Like I had no clue what to expect, but was excited just to be there.

Right in the hallway junction was a water cooler, little mini red solo cups stacked beside it. Filling a small cup, I moved next to the hall, planting myself on the floor and looking around a bit more. First glance, it looks like a school gym; let your eyes wander longer, and it starts to look like a prison yard. Every window was reinforced with steel, each exit manned by volunteers. But not to keep everyone in, no. To keep people out, like the protestors I could still hear chanting outside.

“Hey kid,” a voice said to my left, my head shooting that way; it was the cotton Conduit. Her voice was husky, like a smoker, but man if her clothes weren’t top knotch. Looked better than anything I’d be able to buy. “You’re new. When did you get here?”

“Oh I’m—“ I stuttered, “—I’m here with my Dad. Damion Rowland?”

The Conduit gasped. “Oh, you must be Regina! He talks about you and your brother all the time.”

I smiled. She seemed like such a warm person. “Please, call me Jean.”

“Jean,” she repeated, smiling herself. “It’s good to meet you. I hear you’re turning eighteen next week?”

“Next month,” I corrected. “On the 17th.”

“Oh, next month, next month.” She spaced off for a moment, contemplating something for only a breath before looking back down to me. “May I give you a present now?”

“Oh, no, you don’t have to—“

“Nonsense!” She cut me off. “Least I could do after all your Dad does for us. Jean, can’t help but notice you don’t have a hat! What’s your favorite color?”

“Hmm. I love purples and blues?"

She nodded, brushing her hair out of her face. Wiggling her fingers, she pursed her lips, deep in some thought I couldn’t even begin to understand before her fingertips began to dance, swirling and turning around each other.

From one tip, came a beautiful, pale cyan blue; the other, a soft lavender. It took me a moment to notice she wasn’t doing an extravagant summoning dance with her fingers, but was knitting, pulling the strings together again and again until they made the base of a knit hat.

I couldn’t help but stare, leaning forward as I watched her make diamonds and squares, the strings occasionally changing from lavender and cyan to dark purple and ice blue and back again. There was a reoccurring effort to plug in the Conduit Emblem, a star-shaped two-headed bird, the purple and blue replacing its usual colors as she found a way to fit it into the pattern.

Something that should have taken weeks of work was almost completed in 30 seconds flat. With a final wave, she created a pompom at the top of my new winter hat, blue and purple and dark and light all laced together.

“Voilà!” She exclaimed. “Happy birthday!”

I loved it. The design was immaculate, something I’d happily pay for, and as she passed it off to me, I nearly gasped at how soft it was. “Left it loose at the top, so it sits how you kids seem to like to wear them.”

Slouched. I loved it even more now.

“T-thank you,” I finally worked out. “I love it. It’s…perfect.”

She smiled. “I’m glad you do. Now!” She clasped her hands. “Where’s your brother? He needs a gift too.”

“He’s with Dad, getting changed. There was…” I drew off. There was no reason to give her the whole rundown, especially when she was more vulnerable. The reason, warranted or not. “Protestors.” I finished lamely.

But she gasped, a hand going to her chest as she asked, “Oh, is he alright?”

“Yeah, fine, I think. Just got some glass on him, that's all.” I shrugged. “Needed to change.”

Something must have given away how shaken I was, though. I mean, that was the first time I’d ever been on that side of a protest. Usually I’d just be the person to roll their eyes and brisk past them. But these protesters, they aimed to hurt us. Dad. This lady who made me a hat, the mom and her son now tucked away behind a curtain, the dude giving out free tats. Nearly got Brent, if they had been any quicker. Was this what Dad experienced every day at work? What he willingly faced?

“It’s alright,” the lady whispered, crouching low beside me. “Don’t worry about those — those hateful people. Just try not to become like them, okay? Besides, your father told us he’ll be staying home for a while. He’s strong. He’ll keep you two safe.”

All I could do was nod.

Footsteps echoed from the hallway behind me, Dad and Brent rounding the corner and almost mowing over the two of us. “Oh, Annabelle, hi!” Dad greeted. “I see you’ve met Regina.”

The lady beside me straightened, smiling widely up at Dad. “Yes, I did. She’s such a beautiful young lady, looks just like you.”

I blushed, but also didn’t stop from popping up in place, beaming like a little kid as I said “Look Dad, she made me a hat!” I sounded like an idiot, but man was it cool.

Dad took time to introduce the cotton Conduit, Annabelle, to Brent, her going through the same spree of asking his favorite colors and going to town making him his own hat. A beanie, more than a slouch cap. Guess she got the idea from Dad. It wasn’t long until he had a red, white and blue beanie, the Conduit Emblem on a tag at the hem.

Brent stepped over to me as Annabelle and Dad chatted, trading his hat for mine so we could check out the other’s gift. His was just as soft as mine — I’d argue even softer, considering how much more tightly knit it was. The Conduit Emblem was bound to catch us shit at school, but neither of us really cared. I had the pride of what Dad did here to drown it out and honestly, Brent had the stature to shut anyone up that pushed too far.

I pulled on my cool new hat, cozy and warm and somehow fitting my head just right, looking at Brent and asking if it looked alright. Instinctively I swiveled, letting him check the back of my head too.

But my eyes, they immediately locked onto someone else’s.

There was a man, hooded and grimey, sitting crossed-legged on his lower bunk. He was entirely rigid, stiff as a board as he glared my way, mumbling. Almost trance-like. His eyes didn’t move from mine at all, not when I glanced back at Dad, not when I sipped from my water in an effort to occupy myself. Not when I muttered, “Brent, do you see this?”

“What? I said your hat looks fine—“

“No — not the hat, dumbass,” I snapped, glancing back at my brother. Jerking my head, I motioned towards the weird guy. “Him. Look at him.”

Brent followed my gaze, jumping in place slightly when the man finally broke eye contact with me and looked straight at him, lips still moving in their mutterings. He seemed to stare into Brent’s soul, unmoving as Brent, as cool as he could, leaned against a steel support beam, glaring back. At least he wasn’t intimidated. Better than I could say. His stare was too unnerving, like he was undressing not my body, but my soul right there in the middle of this shelter, picking me apart.

“Hey,” Dad called over, “Margie said we’re safe to go, you two ready?”

“Yeah,” I answered, looking at Brent. He still refused to break the stare down. Tugging on his sleeve gently, I whispered, “C’mon man. Let’s go home.”

Finally, finally, after what felt like forever, Brent looked down at me. “Yeah, okay.” He nodded, forfeiting the win on this weird staring contest. We both turned to Dad—

Who was now looking at the muttering man, too.

Dad wasn’t nervous like me, or immediately hostile like Brent. He cocked his head to the side as their eyes met, and when I glanced back to the man, I realized he was no longer mumbling. He was still absolutely stiff in place, like a corpse in rigor mortis.

Their contact was short lived though, Dad shaking his head as if to rid himself of his curiosity, motioning for us to start heading towards the door we came through.

“What a freak,” Brent muttered, whining when I immediately hit his arm.

“You can’t say that here!”

He scoffed, “I’m not saying being a Conduit is weird, but why the hell is he staring down a teenage girl? Gotta be sketch,”

“Maybe he just thinks my hat is cooler.”

“Shut up.”

#inFAMOUS Erosion #delsin rowe #infamous #infamous delsin #infamous second son #infamous 2 #abigail walker #sucker punch productions #eugene sims #cole macgrath #zeke dunbar #infamous first light #infamous erosion #fanfic

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f1nalboys · 1 year

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SOME ANNOUNCEMENTS

some things have come to my attention either through me checking my followers, through dms and asks, or just have been in my brain and i needed to put them all out in here as an important notice to yall!

1. minors reading my nsfw work

DONT FUCKING DO THIS! listen, i understand i cannot control what you do or what you read, but i am asking you all more kindly than i should to fuck. off. it makes me extremely uncomfortable seeing people in my dms or notes or asks talking about my nsfw things (or requesting stuff) with either no age or an age showing theyre not an adult. DO. NOT. INTERACT. WITH. MY. NSFW. STUFF. IF. YOU. ARE. NOT. OF. AGE. that is not a request.

i have a few sfw fics that i dont care who interacts with them! reblog those, talk to me about those, whatever u want! if there is an nsfw smut warning on a fic, DONT INTERACT WITH IT IF YOU ARE A MINOR.

2. links not working

apparently this is a major thing on tumblrs part that ive seen and sadly its fucked w my stuff D: i will attempt to go through my masterlist and check each link and fix it if im able to but for now, the best bet on finding my work is to search f1nalboys masterlist/writing/works and go through it that way! if you check my tag post where i talk about how i tag my fics you can also do it by character!

3. characters i no longer write for

i am updating my character/movie list after this post goes up and am making the following changes. i am no longer writing for or taking requests for any of the characters from Bride of Chucky, Heathers, Slumber Party Massacre 2, or The Craft. I will also no longer be writing or taking requests for carly, wade, or blake from HOW, roman from scream 3, or clear from final destination 1/2.

this is not to say that i dont like these movies, or that i hate the characters now, just that i am not interested in writing for them currenlty. could that change? of course! could i suddenly add them back to my list and act like nothing happened? sure. but as of right now, i will be taking them off of my main masterlist post.

i also want to be clear and let you all know i will not be writing for amber, ethan, quinn, or tara from scream 5/6. im not interested/comfortable writing for them and any asks about them will be deleted. they might be mentioned in other fics of mine as side characters or for plot purposes but there will be no dedicated fics for them.

4. new characters i am writing for

i have officially added detective dilf wayne bailey from scream 6 to my list >:) and ALSO samantha carpenter but ONLY ghostface!sam!

that should be all! thank u for reading and respecting me and my account yall <3 i appreciate all of the support, seriously, it means the world to me!!!

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pendragaryen · 1 year

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The 100 rewatch 2023 S1 E3

Episode “Earth Kills”

A word in advance: I always loved and appreciated the way they were playing around with the episode titles back then. Sadly it completely got lost in the translation into german. There the 2nd and 3rd (”Earth Skills” and “Earth Kills”) episodes titles are: “Wir sind nicht allein” which basically means “We’re not alone” and “Wozu man Freunde hat” which can be translated to “What friends are for”... See? The initial meaning got totally lost here. It’s frustrating. Therefore i’m only watching in english language. (The german voice actors aren’t the best either... so... it wasn’t a hard choice for me in the first place...) This just as a little info before i begin. ;) Now here i go, my Earth Kills-live rewatch is about to start!

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“Previously on The 1OO...” Oh Bob’s voice! NICEEE!

Awww... Flashback to happier days on the ark. The Wells- and Griffin-families are watching an old football match together. Also: MEET PAPA-GRIFFIN! Maybe it’s bc i’m getting older but... he’s quite the DILF isn’t he?! Haha... sorry... hormones..

Earth, now: Jasper is in so much pain. He’s screaming... Meanwhile little Charlotte is screaming too. She’s got nightmares. But there’s MOMMA BEAR CLARKE immediately tending to her. “Maybe being on the ground is our 2nd chance” Clarke’s trying not just to cheer up Charlotte but also herself...

Two kids of the 100 out alone in the woods for a little rendezvous. Oh! There’s the acid fog already! I forgot it came so early in the series. Poor kiddos... They just wanted to have some fun...

Asdfghjkl BELLAMY! Bellamy and his hatchet. Training and aiming at a tree. Hit me baby one more time... seriously... Bellamy and Murphy are unnerved by Jasper’s screams echoing through the camp. Atom thinks the screams are frightening the kids. Oh look! Murphy isn’t half as good as Bellamy aiming at that tree... lol nice try... Bell and the others want to go hunting.

Meanwhile in the dropship: Clarke’s worried. She tries to fix Jasper’s wound but it’s really a task of its own. Wells and Finn are helping.

O and Atom. She wants to sneak out of camp with him - but he doesn’t even reply. Oh... she has a certain suspicion now... She’s FUMING when she enters Bellamy’s tent, he’s preparing himself for the hunt. “You can’t keep everyone away from me!” He must’ve threatened Atom. She’s so done with this brotherly overprotectiveness..

Jasper’s screams cutting through their dispute and they’re both off to the dropship. There, Bell’s pessimistic: “That kid’s (Jasper) is a goner.” Clarke’s IMMEDIATELY in his face tho “DOWN HERE EVERY LIFE MATTERS!” - Bell wants to kill Jasper when he’s not getting any better within the day. “You don’t have the guts to make the hard choices. I do.”

Everyone is pissed or shook by his words, especially Monty “What a selfserving jackass!” but FINN (of all people...) defends Bell in a way “He also happens to be right...” Yeah well..

Flashback again. Abby and Jake are talking about the ark’s system failure he discovered. The ark is going to get out of oxygene in a forseeable future - which basically means certain death for the ark’s citizens. He wants to make it public but Abby’s desperately trying to hold him back.

On earth, now, Clarke’s found some herbs that could help with Jasper‘s wound. She, Wells and Finn go off into the woods to fetch some more. Oh look! They find an old car which basically stucks hidden in the ground.

Charlotte secretly followed Bellamy and the others on their hunting trip. OUPS! Bell almost hit her with his hatchet!!! Kiddo’s tough tho. She wants to stay, although the forest might be too dangerous for a little child. She even wants to hunt herself.

Meanwhile Clarke’s found some of the herbs in a river. But suddenly there are harsh noises: A swarm of birds coming towards the group! Then there’s kind of an alarm to hear, a siren. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?! But they don’T have time to think about it bc a toxic looking storm cloud is rushing towards them!!! Like the birds before, they’re fleeing now too.

Flashback/The ark: Aw, baby Clarke and Wells playing chess together. Just besties having a good time. But Clarke’s worried. She’s telling him about the discovery her father made about the ark... and that he wants to go public with it! Wells reassures her “Your secret is save with me.” Mh...

On earth, now: The acid fog is everywhere now. Bell and Charlotte hurry to seek shelter in a cave together. In the dropship Octavia is worried “My brother is out there!”

Clarke, Finn and Wells find shelter in that old hidden car in the ground. Oh nice, there’s also an old bottle of whiskey. Finn immediately takes a sip. They have to sit out the storm anyway so they could as well have a drink.

It’s night now. In the cave Charlotte wakes up screaming again from a nightmare. But there’s DAD BELLAMY, reassuring her with his deep, hoarse voice. (Woah i mean it! It’s SO DEEP! I’m shivering... ) He’s probably used to similar situations with his sister back on the ark. “Slay your demons while you’re awake.” Oh-oh--

“Down here weakness is death, fear is death...” Well Bellamy... That’s some approach to soothe a kid after having a nightmare... But then he adviced her to hold on tight to her knife and face her fears: “ Screw you, i am not afraid!” The initial thought is nice. Seriously.......

Meanwhile in that hidden car: We learn, why Clarke’s hating Wells so damn much. “Remember the time when you betrayed me and got my father executed?” OUCH... That hits. She’s also drunken now. Wells defends himself “I made a mistake”. Kind of a weak excuse... Is he hiding something? Maybe?

Oh god... every word from Clarke hits now “If you were be my friend you would walk out into this fog and never come back...” Jesus... she’s so hurt and pissed.

In the dropship Murphy’s got enough, he wants to put an end to Jasper’s screams - and his life. Once and for all. But he’s been shut out from the higher deck by Octavia and co. Thank goodness..

Another flashback/The ark: Jake’s recording his message for the people of the ark and Clarke comes in witnessing it. They have an argument. Clarke’s so worried for his savety. But BOOM there are the guards already storming in, arresting Jake for treason... HOW COULD THEY KNOW?! It sinks in... Wells... right? shit... Clarke is screaming!

Earth, now: The acid fog is gone. Clarke and the others on their way back to camp. Finn confronts Wells about his betrayal on Clarke. Another weak reply: “I made a choice. And if she hates me for the rest of her life...” Ouch...

Bell and Charlotte are searching for the others of the hunting group in the forest. They meet. But where’s Atom?

Finn wants to play the referee between Clarke and Wells now. “How sure are you that Wells’s the one who turned in your dad?” He noticed that Wells might hide something... Clarke snaps back, she’s sure, she seemingly doesn’t WANT to forgive him - but you can see his words are gnawing on her. - Suddenly we hear Charlotte’s screams!

Charlotte has found Atom. He’s lying on the ground, gravely wounded and bleeding, visibly in heavy pain. Is that what the acid fog does to people?! Omg! Bell’s kneeling at his side, but he seems so overwhelmed by the situation. It’s clear to him: Atom won’t make it. It would be merciful to help him die... Atom even begs for it... Oh god... it hurts so much to see that guy suffer... But Bell’s just sitting there, the knife already in his hand, paralyzed and shook to the core...

And then Clarke appears behind him. He senses here before he sees her. She kneels down on Atom’s other side. She also notices very quickly that there’s no hope for Atom to survive this. Clarke flashes Bell a desperate look. There is no other way. OH GOD. I can’t even look at what comes next... but yes... i do it anyway...

Clarke takes the knife from Bellamy’s hand... and while humming a little lullaby to soothe him she plunged the blade into Atom’s neck, puts him out of his misery... And Charlotte’s witnessing it all... Oh-oh.--

Bell’s clearly and utterly impressed by Clarke’s doing. He’s almost in awe, can’t take his eyes off her. NOW WHO DOESN’T HAVE THE GUTS TO MAKE THE HARD CHOICES, HUH?! Bell’s seeing the princess with different eyes now. He’s got a lot of respect for her now. Nice for a change.

Back in camp Octavia’s mourning Atom’s death. She doesn’t want Bell to comfort her or any explanation and storms off crying. Bell IMMEDIATELY takes all his frustration about his inability to help Atom and the reaction of O onto Murphy, who’s just insulted Octavia. Suddenly there’s a lot of aggressive tension. But Murphy gives in. Good for him.

Flashback to the ark again: Jake’s about to be getting floated. Abby is desperate. Wells and his father are there too, of course. They can’t even look at the Griffins. Jake says goodbye to Abby, gives her his wedding ring. Oh gosh and suddenly Clarke’s there too, rushing into her father’s arms. She’s crying hard. Jake’s giving her his watch she’s later wearing in memory of him. Clarke doesn’t want to let go of him.

Just before he gets floated Jake only has eyes for the two women he loves, especially for Clarke. Then he gets sucked out into the vacuum. Very sudden, very fast.

Clarke’s breakdown in her mother’s arms is heartbreaking and hard to watch... Jesus i have to blink back tears, even though it might be already the 10th time i’m seeing this. This is so sad, gods...

Back in camp, today: Clarke’s tending on Jasper with the weeds she brought. He’s finally fallen asleep. - Out there Wells is digging graves yet again. Clarke appears, asking him right away: “It was my mom, wasn’t it?” She thought about it. What Finn was saying was probably just the last push she needed to come around. Maybe she didn’t want to see the truth until now. It’s too painful. Her own mother turned her father in... WHY?!

And Wells... Omg, good boy Wells took ALL THE BLAME on himself, just so that Clarke wouldn’t have to hate her own mom... Imma cry... What a selfless friend! Jesus, what you do when you’re in love... I’m speechless...

Oh, look! Jasper’s awake again! And he already wants a shot of moonshine... great... That’s not how you’re getting better, moron!

And then in the end... i feared it...

Charlotte and Wells... I see the bad moon rising. Seriously... Out of the blue inmidst an innocent talk... she’s STABBING HIM DOWN!!! She hit him with her knife! At the same spot, where Clarke had plunged her own knife into Atoms neck!!! Wells father killed her parents. His father’s face is what’s haunting her in her nightmares every night. “Slay your demons...” OH MY GOD... SHE TOOK THAT LITERALLY! Bell’s still got a lot to learn about parenting it seems... JESUS NO! NOT WELLS! Even after all this time i’m still cursing at my screen! WTF CHILD! - Well... What a LOST child... Completely broken. That’s not even fair on all fronts... It’s so controversial.

Bellamy had all the good intentions - and it lead to so much pain. That’s hard. But he couldn’t have forseen this! How could he? IT IS NOT HIS FAULT! But that doesn’t make things any better. It just HURTS to see Wells die in such a bad and unnecessary way! Right after he had been forgiven by his Clarke... I CANNOT... I admit it... I shed a tear. I’ll probably always do it at this point. Wells Jaha deserved better. And we all know it. Woah that’s quite a show we’re watching here. And it certainly makes you pensive.

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Tough stuff. But from now on... almost every episode is tbh. That’s the route we’re taking here. Serious shit’s happening - and is coming towards us. We know this now, at latest after finishing this episode. The mere THOUGHT that a kid should be capable of such a cruel act is almost unbearable. It‘s so hard to watch and it overpowers almost everything else that happened this episode. Jake’s death was very sad to see. But i understand why he had to try to warn the people, who are otherwise completely oblivious to what’s really going on with the ark’s survival systems. Also incisive: The mercy-killing of Atom... All these moments hit like a ton of bricks and make us, the audience, realize, what kind of show we‘re watching here. It’s dark and very disturbing but SO INTRIGUING and interesting you just want to watch further.

What i liked: Bellamy learns to respect Clarke, he even admires her for her courage. Wells and Clarke’s reconciliation.

What i disliked: Isn’t that obvious? Charlotte killing Wells. Jake’s death. Clarke and Wells fighting (with words). It’s not nice to see Atom die either...

Fave quote(s): “Maybe being on the ground is our second chance”

Song(s) i associate with the episode: “It’s the fear” by Within Temptation (”It's the fear, fear of the dark. It's growing inside of me, that one day will come to life. - Long ago it came to me and ever since that day, infected with its rage, but it ends today. ”)

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splathousefiction · 7 months

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On Age Gap Discourse

Finding out that there's a whole ageist discourse about fictional characters is wild, because simultaneously the same people screaming "old man Yaoi!" are upset because a 20 year old laughed at a middle aged mans joke.

For the record now and forever:

My characters and their age ranges are usually in the same decade I am, because it's what I know and it's easiest to write/relate to.

Jack The Warlock is 35 and has gray hair.

Jimothy Schwartz is 30 and easily looks in his early 20s.

Jenazebelle is 39 and both The Warlock and Jim jokingly call her a cougar.

Poppet, The Warlock's alter from another dimension, is 55 and has lived a hard life. He looks much older because of it.

Willard the Ghost Butler is over a hundred years old and is a RAGING cocain addict and alcoholic.

In "Old Man LaCroix", a holiday audio I produced last year, Jack Infernalus (named after the Warlock, his nephew and heavily inspired by a cousin I love dearly) is eleven whole years old. They're not the only child that's been featured in my work, as Kudzu (no last name) was only eight years old before he mutated into a giant evergreen forest.

All of these characters have interacted in a more-or-less same setting. Because that's life. You're gonna meet people older/younger and different from you in a lot of ways and sometimes they become your friends, sometimes you both pass each other like ships in the night, never to speak or see each other again. Sometimes you find shared experiences over the span of years in the count of one, five, ten or twenty and you form a bond you never forget.

Every time a "characters can't interact if they're (arbitrary number of years)" comes up, I'm reminded of one of my IRL friends named Charles who I used to play Magic: The Gathering with. I met Charles when I was 22. Charles was 65 years old and a born-and-bred carolina farmer. He'd gotten interested in the card game because of his grandson and would come every single friday to play cards with us. Charles and I hit it off smoking cigarettes together, and of all the people I wanted to see at the tournament friday, Charles was always the first person I spoke to.

We got beer and dinner together many a time. He'd talk about farming and the pending legalization of weed (which he called his "retirement plan") , and I talked about how badly I wanted to be a writer and radio broadcaster. Charles was one of the first people that heavily encouraged me to chase the dream, however unobtainable it seemed at the time.

I miss him dearly. The entire card shop showed up to his funeral, much to the joy of his family who doted that he always talked about "that group of guys he played cards with". If I'd followed the logic that popular discourse seems to preach, I would have been denied the memory of knowing that man and the many other elders, "big brothers/sisters", mentors, and even "cougars and dilfs" I've been fortunate enough to cross paths with. I never would have used those positive experiences to make the characters you all adore.

I'm not denying there's wolves after us out there; but there comes a point with the often hyperbolic, puritanical thinking of popular discourse that harms rather than reduces harm. You cut off your entire arm to save your finger.

Talk to people. Talk to people like you, but more importantly, talk to people radically different from you as often as you can, every single day. Sure, you're not always gonna agree. Sure, things are gonna be fucking awkward sometimes. But through words and speaking with them, you might just realize we're all a lot more alike than you'd ever imagine.

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pyxielated · 1 year

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gonna do al little screamy scream into the abyss rn bc nobody sees this

i am desperately looking for new mutuals, i’ve had this blog since november 2012 (bro thats just over ten years now how insane is that) and there’s been a period of time where i’ve been inactive bc obviously life happens. just unfollowed all of the inactive blogs (except my mutuals bc idc u havent posted for nine years like what if you ever come back?) and i’m down to only following 600 blogs (60% is like inactive mutuals i think) so i’m desperately looking for new people to follow

short intro: i’m dan(i)/pyx(ie), i am very confused about pronouns atm so anything will do, i’m 26, living in holland, i love getting tattoos and being absolutely stupid and an idiot, i love dilfs, i love tall woman, if an anime has a blonde character i will be in love with her especially if she’s preppy, when i’m not doing all of that i’m doing tax advice

interests except like normal meme content: jujutsu kaisen, soul eater, fullmetal alchemist, kill la kill, panty&stocking, pmmm (madoka magica), manga and anime in general, splatoon, persona 4 & 5, the legend of vox machina (i just got into it so bear with me i havent been able to check out anything else from critical role), emo bands in general (always place for mcr in my heart), mermaids (cringe but i love h2o/mako mermaids), also absolutely love zelda (faves: minish cap, majora’s mask, twilight princess), vocaloids (hatsune miku my one true love), fashion but like my terrible idea of fashion, i am still kinda into homestuck, i am also still in love with undertale and deltarune

#me when i when you when i uhm me #mutuals #please #or not even mutuals #just shout at me that you 're funny and in your mid #twenties #i will follow you

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macbeth-s · 3 years

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figured id kill two birds with one stone and do both blogs in one go. tagged by @tennet (😘😘) & @arnos @eivor-basim 💖💖💖

main blog in orange, side blog in blue,

1. why did you choose your url? look if matthias schoenaerts gabriel oak told me he had a farm brought me a baby sheep and asked me to marry him id say yes straight away rip to bathsheba everdene but im different // idk like ezio is cool i guess? not that big of a deal, i definitely didnt fall into the ezio rabbit hole ok IM NOT AN EZIO SIMP SHUT UP

2: Any side blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them. im over on @ezioauditore-s if you wanna come see me scream about assassins creed dilfs (don't ask)

3: How long have you been on tumblr? i think i started this blog mid 2018, but i used to run a blog pre 2014 (a dark era)

4: Do you have a queue tag? yes but it is empty atm, rn im just spamming 60 posts in a row and leaving

5: Why did you start your blog in the first place? as a rdr2 blog (my beloved) // to save all my main blog mutuals another rebranding

6: Why did you choose your icon/pfp? kinda "i just wanna wear a broad rimmed hat in a english countryside" kinda vibe // the opposite vibe ok DILF EZIO RIGHTS!!!!

7: Why did you choose your header? its pretty! i haven't seen a proper autumn in a while :(( /// MILF EZIO MY BELOVED (again pls dont ask im not a simp stopppp)

8: What’s your post with the most notes? this ugly ass witcher timeline post which i forever resent because i hate the way it looks // this ac lore post which i stand by to this day

9: How many mutuals do you have?

like 90? omg how? why?

10: How many followers do you have? jesus abt 3.5k iive changed too many times 😂😂 / nearly 600!!!💖💖

11: How many people do you follow?

490+ ok yea i need a refresh

12: Have you ever made a shitpost? every text post i made in the It Era of my blog especially this one (based on a true story) // aforementioned ac lore post + this ac thigh high boot post which is the weirdest thread ever but i love it

13: How often do you use tumblr each day? too often i have no sleep schedule what about it?

14: Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won? a few i guess, that one person who stole my gifs and said they didnt know they were stolen (you stole...the text as well beech????) // also every argument i have with a certain mutual who wont accept their crush on a particular goth elf king (pls stop asking)

15: How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

dumb guilt tripping stupidity ((:

16: Do you like tag games?

yes! tho half the time i forget im tagged 😂

17: Do you like ask games?

100% except the horrifying reality that your mutuals will probably use it to bully you 🤡

19: Do you have a crush on a mutual? i would hug & kiss them all but young people haven't gotten the vaccine in australia yet :((

tagging @fuckinherondale @leofriths

#tag games #if you follow me and are only now seeing my scream about dilfs from a game released 10yrs ago #you are allowed to unfollow ok id understand just kiss me on the cheek and shake my hand before you go #about me #longpost

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bratdesire · 3 years

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Your Dad, My Daddy

Pairing: Ukai Keishin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, age gap, older man/younger woman, barely legal, squirting, rough sex, daddy kink, alcohol mention, questionable ethics, d/s dynamics, overstimulation, degrading language, touch of subspace, unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight dubcon if you squint but it’s all consensual, Ukai’s dick is pierced, exhibitionism(?)

Genre: Smut, just so much smut

Word count: 9.4k

Author’s note: Here is my contribution to the new HQHQ collab!! You can find the masterlist right here! Big big thank you to @sempiternal-amour and @inaflashimagine for beta-ing this monster fic, ilysm <3 This is so incredibly self-indulgent, I even inserted my nickname ~for spice~. Anyways, enjoy my incoherent screaming uwu

Summary: When you go over to your friend’s house for a study session you don’t anticipate meeting her very attractive father, and you surely don’t anticipate the very same man fucking you over their couch.

“Hey, I apologize in advance for anything weird my dad says or does. You know how dads are,” Hitomi explains as she pulls into the driveway of her house.

It’s small but nice and well-manicured, situated in the cul de sac of a middle-class suburb.

“Dad, we’re here,” she shouts up the stairs, setting her keys on the small table next to the front door. Hitomi’s gaze drifts to the tall, dark haired man sitting at the kitchen table and your own gaze soon follows. “Oh, there you are.”

She quickly pecks the man on his cheek before walking over to the shiny silver fridge, pulling out a couple bottles of water. “Dad, this is Bunny, Bunny this is Dad,” she gestures between the two of you.

When her father glances up from his phone to give you a nod of acknowledgement, you’re taken aback by how handsome he is.

You can tell from the slight wrinkles around his lips and the crinkles by his eyes that he’s definitely a much older man, but other than that he’s flawless. The angle of his jaw is sharp but soft, lower face darkened by his five o’clock shadow. His chocolate brown eyes are complemented by plump, pink lips that would look even better swollen and shiny with saliva. Dark, shiny locks are gathered into a low ponytail and you wonder how they would feel fisted in your fingers. He’s gorgeous in a rugged, mature way that boys your age aren’t and could never hope to be.

Hitomi never told you her dad was hot but then again, why would she?

“Mr. Ukai, it’s nice to meet you,” you greet him.

He waves his hand in the air dismissively, “Ah, you can just call me Keishin. No need to be so formal.”

Hitomi mutters a frustrated “shit” under her breath and it takes you a few moments to tear your eyes away from the man in front of you.

“I left my textbook in the car, I have to go grab it,” she sighs then turns to her dad. “You, don’t scare off my friend, please.”

Keishin puts a hand on his heart, a falsely serious expression on his face. “I won’t, scout’s honor.”

She just rolls her eyes, exiting the kitchen the same way you entered. The front door slams shut, leaving you alone with your friend’s very hot dad.

Keishin looks up at you then quickly looks away, unsure how to interact with his daughter’s friends. “So is, uh, Bunny your real name?” he asks, nervously rubbing the back of his head.

Leaning against the table he’s seated at, you fold your arms across your chest, fully aware of how low cut your top is. You don’t miss the way his eyes briefly flicker down to your cleavage then back up to your face. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I… I’m just trying to make conversation,” he laughs nervously.

“Hm, well, the short answer is no. You’ll have to get to know me a bit better before I give you the long answer.”

He snorts, pushing his chair back and rising to his full height. “What gave you the confidence to speak like this to your elders?”

Taking a step towards him, you twirl a piece of hair around your finger and shyly peer up at him through your lashes. “I don’t know, but maybe you can teach me how to behave.”

A light blush colors his cheeks and his eyes widen with surprise. “I-I don’t know what you’re implying, but it’s not... appropriate,” he stutters, taking a step backwards to try to put some distance between you.

You sidle up to him, reaching out a hand to caress his well-muscled arm. When he makes no move to stop your petting, you bite your lip and get on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “Who said we had to be appropriate?”

His mouth is slightly agape, lips moving every so often, as if he wants to say something but doesn’t. “I—” he starts.

The sound of the front door slamming open makes you both jump apart, trying to appear as casual as possible.

“I got it! We can go study now,” Hitomi proclaims, waving the book around in her hands. She glances at you, then at her father and notices the way you’re completely turned away from each other. “Oh my God, Dad, what did you do?” she groans.

He holds up both hands in surrender, shaking his head emphatically. “I didn’t do anything! Why do you always think I did something?”

Your friend strides over to lightly punch his shoulder, a disapproving but loving expression on her face. “Because you’re weird and lame. Besides, between you and Bunny, I’m always going to assume that you’re the guilty party.”

You find yourself chuckling at their banter, touched by how close they are. It’s evident that Hitomi and Keishin care a lot about each other, regardless of how much they tease each other and guilt twists in your gut when you remind yourself that you were flirting with him. She likely wouldn’t forgive you for trying to sleep with her dad and it would cause a great deal of damage to their relationship, possibly beyond repair if she knew he was into girls her age. To make matters worse, you’re two years her junior. What man would sleep with a girl younger than his daughter?

But your morals are tossed right out the window when you take in the sight of Keishin’s radiant smile—all straight, white teeth and eyes that shine like pools of dark honey. It’s in that moment that you decide you’re going to seduce that man if it’s the last thing you do.

Sorry, Hitomi. Kind of.

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“Okay, so L-Tyrosine is one of the twenty amino acids used by the body to synthesize proteins. It is also an aromatic amino acid derived from phenylalanine by hydroxylation in the para position—oof!” Hitomi’s droning is cut off by the pillow you send hurtling towards her head.

You sit up on her bed, squealing obnoxiously as you stretch. “Hitomi, I love you, but please shut up. My brain is melting. We’ve been at this for three hours now, can we take a break?”

She closes the textbook in her lap and pushes it to the edge of her desk. “Fine, fine. We can take a twenty minute break, but we have to go right back to studying because finals are this week and I cannot afford to fail,” your friend warns, despite how she whips out her phone at lightning speed.

Picking at a stray thread on the comforter, you gently try to get her attention, “Hey, Tomi?”

“Hm?” she responds, barely glancing up from the video she’s watching.

You’re not sure how to broach the subject, but you’ve never been one to beat around the bush so you just come right out and say it. “Has anyone told you your dad’s kinda hot?”

That makes her stop, her head jerking up from her phone at lightning speed. “What!? That old geezer?” She sounds dumbfounded, incredulous at the prospect that someone would be interested in her father.

“Yeah girl, he’s a total DILF,” you confess, making a little fanning motion with your hand like you’re burning up inside just thinking about him, and it’s not that far from the truth.

Hitomi makes no effort to hide her feelings, disgust clearly evident in her delicate features. “Ew! You have to be joking. Please tell me you’re joking.”

“I’m not joking! He’s really sexy,” you muse dreamily.

She claps both hands over her ears, yelling at the top of her lungs to drown you out. “I never want to hear you say that my old man is ‘sexy’ ever again!”

You childishly stick your tongue out at her. “Hey! I’m just speaking the truth. You have to have had friends say the same thing.”

Removing her hands from her ears, she brings one up to stroke her chin, seemingly deep in thought. “Now that I think about it, back in high school my friends were a lot more enthusiastic about coming over once they met my father.”

You feel vindicated by her personal testimony, even if she thinks you’re gross. “See? I’m not the only one who finds your dad ridiculously attractive.”

Hitomi gags dramatically as if she’s going to puke and judging by the look on her face, she just might. “Please, no more, I’m begging you.”

“Fine, fine I’ll stop, but don’t act surprised when I become your new stepmom,” you tease, wiggling your eyebrows at her.

“You’re younger than me, don’t even joke about that,” she shudders in horror. “Okay, with that we need to get back to studying amino acids and proteins.”

“Whatever you say, future stepdaughter.” You muster your best motherly voice, sickeningly sweet and a touch passive aggressive.

This time, it’s Hitomi’s turn to throw a pillow at you.

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Since the day you met Keishin, you haven’t been able to get him off your mind. Even when you’re in class trying to learn about the sodium-potassium pump, you find your thoughts drifting to his hands, his lips, him. He’s simply become too distracting to ignore.

More times than you care to admit, you’ve fucked yourself with your fingers to thoughts of how his fingers would feel pumping inside you. You fantasize about how his hand would feel around your neck, squeezing with just enough pressure to make your vision hazy. His name is always on the tip of your tongue when you orgasm and when you finally let yourself moan out ‘Keishin,’ you know enough is enough. A man his age has to know exactly how to make a woman scream and writhe in pleasure, but you need to experience it for yourself or you’ll die trying.

You’re not oblivious to the way he looks at you with hunger and longing in his eyes, you know he wants you too and you’re not above using dirty tricks to show him just how much you want him.

If he’s too proud, too noble to give in to his urges, you’ll just have to break him. His resolve may be strong, but yours is stronger.

Your efforts begin innocently enough, gently probing him for more information about himself so you can get to know him better.

“I’ve noticed you don’t wear a ring. Is there a Mrs. Ukai in the picture?” you ask innocently.

Keishin clears his throat a bit too loudly, refusing to meet your questioning gaze. “Nah. It’s just me and Tomi, always has been.”

“Any… future Mrs. Ukai in the picture?”

The corners of his lips twitch slightly, the barest of smiles tugging at his handsome features. “Can’t say there is. Between the store and coaching volleyball, I don’t really have the time to date.”

You nod and make a noise of acknowledgement, relieved by the confirmation that he is in fact very, very single. You’re a lot of things, but you’re not a homewrecker.

On another occasion, you’re seated on their plush leather couch and Keishin’s in the well-worn La-Z-Boy recliner to your left. You’re watching some Adam Sandler movie on Netflix, but it’s paused while Hitomi is in the bathroom.

You take your alone time together as an opportunity to question him more, toeing the line of what would be considered proper. “So, Keishin, how old are you? I know Tomi’s twenty-one so you must be…” you trail off, hoping he’ll humor you.

He takes a swig of the beer in his hand and your eyes instinctively flicker down to watch the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Old.”

You roll your eyes and prop your chin up on your hand, readjusting your position on the couch so you’re leaning closer to him. “Obviously, but just how old?”

“Why do you want to know so badly?” he asks, head tilted and a well-groomed eyebrow lifted questioningly.

“I was just wondering if you’re older than my dad,” you tease.

His shoulders shake slightly as he chuckles, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I’m forty-four. Do I have him beat?”

“He’s forty-two, so just barely.” Your steady, unwavering eyes lock onto his own, which are glassy and unfocused from the alcohol. When he brings the bottle to his lips once more, you nonchalantly add, “Maybe I should call you Daddy instead.”

Keishin coughs and sputters in surprise, causing him to choke on his beverage and a spray of sticky beer splatters across your face.

Apologies tumble out of his mouth as soon as he realizes that your cheeks and hair are dripping with the craft IPA he was drinking. “I-I’m so sorry! I’ll get you a towel,” he blurts, shooting up from his chair.

In his panic and embarrassment, he rushes toward the linen closet and you can’t help the giggles that escape your mouth at how uncoordinated he is, now several drinks in. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s not that big of a deal,” you reassure him, wiping your face with the back of your hand for emphasis.

He returns from the rummaging around the hall closet, a dark blue towel in his hand, which he offers to you with a nod of his head.

No matter your protests and assurances that you’re fine, Keishin is even more insistent in offering you the towel to clean yourself up. When you refuse to take the towel from him, he kneels down next to you and leans in to dab at the foamy liquid that has soaked into your hair.

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his fingers on your jaw and you almost squeak at his close proximity. He hasn’t let you near him since your first encounter and now he’s right in front of you, so close that his breath curls around your cheeks, smelling of malted hops and the slightest hint of peppermint. You can map out the slight freckles on the bridge of his nose and each long, curled eyelash that brushes his cheeks each time he blinks.

He’s truly a beautiful man, all sharp angles and rough stubble and you can feel your cheeks warm when you realize that he’s right there. If you leaned forward just a little bit more, your noses would brush against each other.

A deep, rumbling voice interrupts your daydreaming. “Kid, are you even listening to me?”

You blink a couple times, coming to the realization that he’s been trying to talk to you for the last few minutes, but you were too busy admiring his beauty.

Keishin shakes his head as he leans back on his heels, using one hand to rub his face wearily. “As I was saying, you can’t just… say things like that. I know young girls sometimes have fantasies about older men like me, but I’m telling you now that it’ll only end badly,” he sighs. “I’m not a righteous man, I have my vices. God, do I have lots of them, and I don’t need another one.”

He mumbles the last sentence, barely loud enough for you to hear, despite how close you are.

Another one? Is he admitting that the attraction is mutual? You have to know, you just have to. Your body practically aches from how badly you want him.

“Keishin, I—” you start, reaching out to touch his arm, but he stands abruptly and quickly turns to shuffle away from the couch.

“This just isn’t a good idea, kid. Just forget about me, alright?” he says, his back to you. A tinge of regret and hesitation seeps into his words, as if he wants to take back everything he’s said.

After the beer incident, the man is even less receptive than he was before, making every effort to avoid being alone with you.

Even still, you’re not discouraged because he never outright rejected you. If he had, you would’ve stopped your pursuit weeks ago, but he only seems to be trying to maintain his composure as a righteous man.

Righteous men are wolves in sheep’s clothing, always putting on a facade so they can claim plausible deniability when they’re caught with their pants around their ankles. But no matter how honorable or virtuous a man tries to be, none of them can resist a wet, willing pussy laid out in front of them and Keishin is no exception.

That’s why you’ve shown up to their house the last few weeks in skirts far too short to be considered decent, flashing little peeks of your underwear each time you move too much or bend over too far. Each time you bend over to grab a pencil or a piece of paper off the floor, Keishin is always conveniently positioned behind you so he gets an eyeful of your pretty lace panties and the little dark spot where your wetness has soaked through the fabric.

After you retrieve your item from the ground, you look over your shoulder to make direct eye contact with him and say ‘oops,’ without a hint of regret in your voice. You revel in the clenching of his jaw and the way he exhales loud and heavy through his nose, frustration mounting each time you try to provoke him.

When your ass and clothed pussy are on display for him, you make sure to wiggle your hips a bit, an open invitation to fuck you the way you both want to. It never fails to elicit some sort of reaction from the older man, ranging from a few groans and a choked cough, to making a very hasty exit, a book or some other object held over the front of his jeans.

Without fail, Hitomi expresses her concern each time her father storms out of the room, red-faced and breathing heavily. He just waves her off, telling her he’s not feeling well, but you know the truth. He’s painfully hard, painfully hard from you, even if he doesn’t admit it.

Truthfully, if you weren’t trying to get him to fuck you so hard you can’t walk you would applaud his self-control and restraint. Even after weeks of teasing and provocation, the man refuses to give in to his desires.

That’s okay. If he’s not going to come to you, you’ll just have to take matters into your own hands.

----

It all reaches a tipping point when you’re unable to go home for winter break and Hitomi offers you their guest room to stay in for a few weeks.

Apparently she never asked her father for permission, if Keishin’s shocked, slightly panicked face when you walked through the door with your suitcase was any indication. When he tried to question Hitomi about whether or not it’s such a good idea for you to stay, she wasn’t having any of it and told him that you’re a friend in need.

Hitomi’s so sweet and caring that you feel a twinge of guilt for plotting to seduce her father in her house when she’s none the wiser. She just wanted to lend a helping hand by letting you stay with them, oblivious to your true plans, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

Now that you’re under the same roof, all you really want to do is ambush Keishin as soon as possible, but you have to plan around Hitomi’s schedule so you have bide your time. What’s the saying? Good things come to those who wait?

And wait you do. You wait for two whole weeks, in fact. But then the stars align so perfectly that some otherworldly force must be looking out for you.

Hitomi is gone to work and won’t be back until the middle of the night when her shift is over, while Keishin is home reviewing footage from his team’s latest game.

He told you he does this right before a big game so he can tell his players what they need to improve on and get in that last bit of refinement before the day of. When he clued you in on his strategy you just nodded and hummed, not really listening, mostly focused on ogling his muscles through his thin t-shirt.

Your nerves have been buzzing since you woke up this morning, sensing the heaviness in the air. You’re wearing your prettiest lace panties and its matching bra and frankly, you’re feeling pretty damn confident. You look good and you know you look good. If you were trying to seduce any guy your age, they’d drop their pants as soon as they got a little glimpse of your underwear, but Keishin’s not any guy your age. He needs a little convincing, a little push in the right direction, and you’ll be the one to help him.

You’ve flitted around the house all day, just trying to find the right moment to pounce.

Currently, Keishin is sitting in the living room watching the recording on the big flat screen in the living room. He looks preoccupied with taking notes on the notepad in his lap, but it’s now or never, you suppose.

Before you try to talk yourself out of it, you stride over to where he’s sitting and put your hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

“Hey. Did you need something? I’m kind of busy analyzing my team’s last game.”

Not wanting to lose your nerve, you wordlessly swing one leg over his, then the other, planting yourself firmly in his lap. His entire body goes ramrod stiff, hands jerking away from your body as if you’ve burned him.

“W-what do you think you’re doing?” he stutters, alarm evident in his voice.

When he makes no move to throw you off his lap, you wrap your arms around his neck and lean into him, pressing your chest to his.

“What we both have been wanting to do since the day I met you,” you purr, lips barely brushing against the shell of his ear. He shivers when you gently nibble on his earlobe and your confidence only grows as you discover that he wants this just as much as you do.

“I d-don’t know what you’re talking about. This isn't right. I’m your friend’s father and I’m... old enough to be y-yours,” he mutters, running a hand through his already messy hair, conflicted with how to proceed.

You can’t tell whether he’s trying to convince you or himself, so you decide to give him a little encouragement.

Leaning back slightly, you run your hands down his chest and bite your lip. “Are we going to keep playing games or are you gonna fuck me? Because if not, I’ve got several guys back at college who—”

You’re cut off when Keishin’s hand wraps around your throat, the other braced against your back to pull you flush against him.

“You think your little stunts are cute, don’t you?” he growls, his minty breath washing over your face.

“What, you don’t think so, Daddy?” you pout, batting your eyelashes at him innocently.

His eyes flash with something hot and primal and you can feel the gush of wetness between your thighs. “I’m getting a little tired of them,” he growls.

“This,” you palm at the bulge straining against his pants, “Tells me otherwise, you know.”

The hand around your throat tightens, cutting off whatever bratty remark you were about to make. “I’ve had enough of you prancing around my home in tiny skirts and flashing me your panties when my daughter is around. It’s unbecoming.”

“Then t-teach me a lesson,” you gasp, struggling to speak with Keishin’s fingers so firmly wrapped around your throat.

The way he grins is downright sinful and it stokes the fire already raging inside you. “Careful what you wish for, little girl.”

With some manhandling on Keishin’s part, you’re shoved toward the couch then pulled back onto his lap, but this time you’re on your stomach and both your wrists are pinned behind your back.

“Before we go any further,” he starts, trailing his fingers down your spine and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I have to ask… How old are you?”

You twist around to look him in the eyes, a defiant smirk on your face. “Old enough.” Your mischievous giggle is cut off by a swift, firm slap to your ass.

“Watch the lip, brat. I need a little more reassurance than that.”

“Since you’re just so concerned, I’m nineteen. Perfectly legal and more importantly, legally fuckable,” you say, punctuated by an enticing wiggle of your hips.

“Jesus, you’re two years younger than Tomi. What am I doing?” He seems lost in thought as the honorable side of him fights a losing battle against his baser, carnal instincts. Whatever reservations he has are thrown aside when you start to wiggle in his grasp, maneuvering yourself over his crotch to grind yourself against his hardness.

Keishin gathers your hair around his fist, harshly jerking your head so far backwards that your spine aches from the unnatural angle.

“Stop fucking squirming. You just don’t know how to behave, do you?” It’s phrased like a question, but he shoves two of his fingers in your mouth so you can’t respond.

You knew Keishin would be the perfect dom, but the ease with which he settles into the role makes your head spin and your insides throb. Latching onto his digits, you lick and suck like the good girl you are, coating them in saliva as he hums in appreciation.

“Foo wans tuh behav wen thith is wutt I ge fo bein ba?” you ask, garbled and muffled by the fingers massaging the back of your tongue.

A series of harder, heavier spanks make you squeal and squirm even more in his lap. He gently rubs his hand over your warm, stinging flesh as he speaks. “Such a troublemaker. Just what am I going to do with you, hm?” He tries to sound admonishing, but you can tell he’s smiling behind his words.

His hand leaves your ass, no doubt raised to spank you again, but before he can, you bite down on his fingers. Not too hard, just enough for him to jerk them out of your mouth. “You can do whatever you want to me, Daddy.”

You jolt when his thumb rubs against your pussy through your panties. They’re soaked with your slick, the material clinging to your skin uncomfortably. The barest touch has you gasping and pushing your hips back for more. You’re so sensitive from the teasing and you’re so turned on you just might pass out if you’re not filled up soon.

Keishin just laughs darkly at the pathetic humping of your hips and you can feel the rumbling in his chest. “This is what I love about girls your age. So sensitive…” He pulls your panties aside and gently eases a finger inside you, then another as you moan and shake in his lap. “And so reactive. I bet you’d cum just from me putting my cock inside this tight, wet cunt, wouldn’t you?”

He speaks with a hint of condescension that has you clenching around his digits, coating them in sticky, syrupy strands of your arousal as they pump in and out of you. You’d almost be embarrassed at how worked up you are if you had more self respect, but you don’t. All you can focus on is the way his fingertips curl into the little spongy spot inside you that makes you whine.

“Why don’t you try it and find out?” The challenge in your voice is severely dampened by how breathless and wrecked you are even though you haven’t really even done anything.

His fingers pull out of you with a lewd squelching sound and you can hear him suck them into his mouth. “You taste even better than I imagined, but I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours. Up, little girl.” He coaxes you from his lap and onto the couch so your back is nestled into the cushions.

Sweat is making hair stick to your forehead and you’re breathing so heavily you’d think you just ran a marathon, but Keishin is looking down at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world and it nearly steals what little breath you have left in your lungs.

Oxygen is the last thing on your mind when his lips slot themselves between yours, soft yet demanding as they suck and lick. The movement of his lips doesn’t falter when he pulls your shirt over your head to reveal your light pink bra. Keishin pulls back to kiss along your collarbones, neck, and chest, his teeth occasionally nipping your sensitive flesh and leaving goosebumps in their wake. He expertly removes your panties with one hand so you’re left in just your plaid skirt, exposing your heated flesh to the coolness of the living room.

You’re nearly naked but he’s wearing far too many clothes for your liking, so you blindly grab at his shirt, but your fingers are shaking too much for you to get a good grip. Once he realizes what you’re trying to do, he puts his hands over yours and helps you take off his shirt. You nearly start drooling when all of his hard, rippling muscles and smooth, tan skin are finally revealed to your greedy eyes that can’t seem to settle one thing. You don’t know if you’ll get this opportunity again and you want to remember everything in painstaking detail, especially Keishin’s gorgeous body.

He momentarily disentangles himself from you to remove his jeans, leaving him in just his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. The outline of his cock is evident as it strains against the blue material and you reach out to stroke it, but he just takes your hand in his.

He brings it to his lips, then kisses up your arm until he reaches your lips. “All in due time, sweet girl. I want to taste you first.” Your mouth is claimed in another hungry, bruising kiss and you squeal when Keishin takes your lip between his teeth and bites, blood rushing to the surface of your skin.

His head dips down to leave featherlight kisses and teasing licks down your chest and stomach before he’s resting between your thighs. You whimper pitifully as he spreads your legs, awaiting the feeling of a wet tongue or his fingers against your folds. When he doesn’t move for several beats, you come to the realization that he’s just watching the way your cunt twitches and clenches around nothing and the wetness that drips onto the couch each time your muscles contract. You quickly bring your legs together to hide yourself from his scrutinizing gaze, but he simply pries them open with little effort.

Keishin grabs your chin so you’ll look right at him, squirming from the intensity of his gaze. “Don’t you dare hide this pretty pussy from me, do you understand? I am going to devour you until I’ve had my fill and you’re going to just lie back and take it.”

You nod obediently, your impudence quickly dying, giving way to the burning ache between your legs that can only be sated by a long, hard fuck.

With a satisfied hum, he settles at the apex of your thighs and licks a long stripe from your quivering pussy to your swollen clit and your hips jerk from the contact. Strong hands pin your hips to the couch as you writhe in his firm grip. He gives your clit a soft, quick kiss before he takes it into his mouth and sucks. You grab fitfully at his hair, back arching and hips pressing into his mouth as you gasp and groan from the incredible feeling of his tongue on your sensitive flesh.

His tongue teases your entrance and your cunt twitches, anticipating the first thrust of his warm, wet muscle inside you. He occasionally dips into your hole, but never breaches your entrance and you think you might go mad if he doesn’t give you more.

“I-I need more, give me more,” you manage to gasp, grabbing a fistful of the pillow underneath you as the tightening in your belly gets stronger.

Keishin removes his mouth from your cunt just long enough to admonish you for your lack of respect. “You need to have more manners if you’re going to demand things of me,” he says, before latching back onto your swollen, twitching clit.

“Daddy, pleeease I need more. Ah! I want to cum!” Your voice is so high-pitched and whiny you almost don’t recognize yourself, but you’re nearly delirious from pleasure and your impending climax that’s been dangled over your head for what feels like hours.

“Now who am I to deny you when you ask so sweetly?”

He thrusts two of his digits inside you, reaching deep inside you and rubbing against your g-spot as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. You’re almost screaming at this point, clawing at his hair and humping your cunt against his face. The familiar tightening in your belly signals that you’re about to cum and your moans and cries get faster, louder as the promise of white hot pleasure is just within reach—

It’s almost embarrassing how fast you’re teetering on the edge of climax, as if you’re a virgin school girl that’s never touched herself before. But maybe that’s the difference that years of experience can make.

Not that you care. You just want to cum.

“Fuck, Daddy, I—I’m close!”

Sensing your impending orgasm, the man uses his free hand to slap your cheek then grabs your throat. “Uh-uh-uh,” he tuts, “Ask Daddy for permission to cum.” You’re clamping down on his fingers impossibly tighter as he fingers you even deeper, and the way he sucks on your clit renders you incapable of speech. Each time you open your mouth to try to speak, more desperate, wanton noises escape your lips.

You’re about to fucking burst at the seams and you feel like you’re on fire, but you want to be a good girl for your daddy, so you use the last bit of brain power you have left to ask for permission.

“P-pleaaase Daddy may I ahhh! May I cum!” you ask, but you can’t even hear Keishin give his approval from how loud the blood rushing in your ears is as you finally cum.

You try to muffle your cries with the back of your hand, but he grabs your wrist and wrenches it away from your mouth.

“Don’t do that. I want to hear you scream.” His tone is clipped and short, not caring how rough he is with your delicate flesh.

If you weren’t already cumming, you would have from the pleasure that’s so intense, it’s almost painful as your body is wracked with tremors. Your legs snap around Keishin’s head and you grip his hair even tighter as wave upon wave of your orgasm washes over you. You hear someone screaming and wonder what’s happening, when you realize it’s you, you’re the one screaming as you ride out your climax.

He greedily slurps and sucks up every single drop of your release that you can give him, as if he was stranded in the desert for a thousand years and your juices are the first sip of water to hit his dry, parched tongue. Your cunt is already so sensitive, painfully clenching around his fingers, but he just. Doesn’t. Stop.

“Fuck, K-Kei, wait ‘s too much,” you weakly protest, but your body is too spent to resist so you just lie there, twitching and gasping as he keeps sucking on your overstimulated clit.

His lips detach from your poor, abused bud and you almost sigh in relief before the fingers inside your cunt pump faster, stimulating every inch of your gummy walls.

Keishin leans over your sweaty, exhausted form, one hand braced on the couch, the other buried inside you. His fingers are hitting a spot inside you that makes you feel the urge to pee, so you try to push his hand away but it’s futile with how much stronger he is than you.

“Hold onnn, I’m g-gonna—” you slur, panicked, but it’s as if he didn’t hear you.

His digits are relentless, rubbing and stroking and you’re a fucked out mess. You don’t know what he wants until an uncomfortable tightness shoots through your cunt. You cry out as clear liquid gushes out of you, splashing all over you, the couch, and Keishin. If you were more coherent, you might be mortified because you just… pissed on him—

To your surprise, he’s laughing as he removes his hand from inside you, ignoring your halfhearted groans. “I was hoping you’d do that,” he says, holding up his hand, shiny and dripping with your juices.

“D-Do what?” you pant, unsure of what just happened and why Keishin seems so smug.

He uses his discarded t-shirt to wipe his hand off, then dabs at your stomach where a sizable puddle accumulated. “Squirt,” he responds. When he sees your confused expression, he follows up with, “It’s not piss, if you’re worried about that.”

“Ooookay.” You’re too dazed and exhausted to argue with him or question him further, so you just flop into the sofa and close your eyes.

“C’mon, little girl, don't tell me that’s all you’ve got. You were talking so much shit earlier and I have so much more to give you.” Despite how tired you are, his words spark new arousal in your belly and defiance revitalizes you, movement returning to your limbs.

You slide a hand down your stomach and spread the puffy lips of your cunt, sliding a finger through your wetness. “Of course it’s not. I’m ready to take that hard cock of yours, Daddy.”

“Attagirl, that’s what I like to see,” he praises, dropping his underwear and sliding them somewhere you can’t see.

His cock is gorgeous, but that doesn’t come as a surprise, considering the man it belongs to. It’s thick and curved in a way that you know will reach the deepest parts of you.

What you weren’t expecting is the many piercings adorning the shaft and the one that goes through the head. A long curved barbell enters through the tip and exits through the underside of his glans. Three evenly spaced rings are embedded in the skin where his shaft meets his balls. You’ve never seen so many piercings on one man, let alone in such a sensitive place, so you gawk at the smooth metal rings that shine in the overhead lights.

“You’re… You have…”

He grins widely and it’s so devilish you think he might swallow you whole and honestly? You’d let him. You’d let him do whatever he wants to you. “Haha, yeah I get that reaction a lot. Never seen a pierced cock before, huh?”

“No, but there’s a first time for everything. I’m dying to see how those,” you point to his piercings, “Feel inside me.”

Keishin wordlessly climbs on top of you and rubs the head against your wetness, spreading it along his shaft to ease his entry. “They’ll feel fucking incredible, but you’ll have to beg for it.”

You scoff, reaching to grab his hips so he’ll fuck you already, but he scoots backwards so you can’t touch him.

“Naughty girls that misbehave don’t get fucked, so you’d better smarten up quickly,” he warns, making you gasp as he thrusts his cock against your clit.

He lazily nudges the head over your flesh, occasionally letting it catch on the tight ring of muscle around your hole. When he slots between your pussy lips, you try to wiggle and hump your hips in his direction, in hopes that he’ll slide right in.

But he doesn’t, and you’re about to go mad with his cock so close, but so far away.

“Please fuck me Daddy. I need your cock so bad!” You’re on the verge of tears, the buildup of the last few weeks overwhelming your senses.

Making a noise of sympathy, Keishin pets your hair affectionately and kisses your cheek. “All you had to do was ask.”

His hips pull back, then he’s thrusting inside you, sheathing himself to the hilt in your tight heat. You whimper and whine at the sudden intrusion, but any pain you feel is overshadowed by the way that his cock is filling you so full. The burn and stretch hurts so fucking good that your orgasm hits you like a freight train, fast and hard and blinding. Keishin fucks you through it, his cock touching all of the sensitive spots inside you and the pleasure is so strong you have to screw your eyes shut as you cry out and fall apart around him.

When you open them again, the man is staring down at you with the most shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. “See? I said you’d cum as soon as I put my cock inside you.”

Using all the strength you can muster, you slap his arm. “Shut up and just fuck me.”

“You still haven’t learned your manners, but I just can’t wait to shoot my cum deep inside this cute cunt of yours,” Keishin groans, pulling almost all the way out before burying himself back inside the hot, welcoming clutch of your pussy.

You can feel each of the metal rings on his cock, foreign and strange, but the odd feeling soon fades to little shocks of ecstasy each time they brush against your insides.

The lewd slapping sounds of skin on skin are all you can hear besides the occasional moan or hiss from the man fucking you within an inch of your life, not that you can focus on anything else right now.

You nudge at Keishin’s shoulder and he stops the rapid pistoning of his hips, an almost annoyed look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, but you just smile and push him backwards onto the couch, just like you were. He grunts in surprise as he falls backward, but he quickly quiets down when you climb on top of him and sink yourself back down on his length.

You both moan in unison as he fills you once more, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix each time you force your cunt back down on him. His hands wander to your tits, grabbing, squeezing, and pinching the sensitive buds of your nipples.

Ever the troublemaker, you can’t resist making a jab at him now that you’re on top. “I wonder what she’d do if she knew you were with me right now. What would your daughter say about you taking advantage of a young, helpless girl?”

Keishin takes that moment to pull you against him, thrusting hard and rough into your gummy walls that never stop pulsing around him. You’re shaking and gasping, your tongue lolling out of your mouth in your pleasured delirium. “With the way your greedy, sloppy cunt is clenching around me, I wouldn’t say I’m taking advantage of you,” he points out, only slightly out of breath. “But you get off on this, don’t you? Letting an old man like me fuck you. I’m old enough to be your father.”

“Like you’re any b-better,” you bite back.

You cry out when Keishin starts rubbing your swollen clit in tight little circles, your third orgasm fast approaching.

“Fuck! I can—urgh, I can feel your pussy pulsing around me. I’m g-gonna cum,” he grits out, thrusting impossibly deeper inside you. He's pressed so far into you, he’s just thumping the head of his cock against your cervix. You scream and write in his arms, seeking to relieve the sharp burning in your womb just a little bit, but he has you firmly locked in his clutches. “Be a good little girl and cum for Daddy.”

Almost on command, you shake and moan, loud and long, as you cream all over his cock and coat the base in milky white. “Oh fuck, oh god! D-Daddy I’m cu-mming!” you wail with the last of your energy.

You’re so exhausted you go limp against him and let him use your body as a fuck toy until he reaches his climax. Keishin follows soon behind you, his thrusts growing sloppier and less coordinated as he mumbles obscenities under his breath. “Shit shit shit, fuck I’m cumming! I’m gonna—fuck!”

With one last thrust into your fluttering, over stimulated cunt he orgasms, his legs shaking as he shoots rope after rope of cum into your quivering womb.

You both lay there for several minutes to catch your breaths. You’re so sore and boneless you can barely move, but you manage to extricate yourself from Keishin’s long limbs. Leaning into the arm of the couch, you let your eyes flutter closed and allow sleep to take you.

You’re awoken by a warm, wet washcloth rubbing against your sensitive folds and you whine, sleepily wiggling your hips to get away from the discomfort. “Kid, I know it doesn’t feel good but, uh, it’s kind of a mess down there. You can go back to sleep, just let me clean you up.” Keishin’s familiar timbre comforts you so you settle back down, still half asleep.

“Mmm, Keishin?” you mumble, making grabby hands at the man.

He takes one of your hands in his. “Yeah?” he responds as he wipes the washcloth between your legs with his other hand.

You rub your face against his hand before placing a sloppy kiss on top of it. “Thank youuuu,” you slur.

Keishin just chuckles and rubs his fingers over your knuckles. “Yeah kid, you’re welcome. Just get some rest, alright?”

You’re asleep before he even finishes the sentence.

----

When you awaken it’s dark, most likely the middle of the night. There’s a blanket thrown over your unexpectedly clothed body, which is now covered in a worn, oversized shirt. It smells like fabric softener and musk, so you figure it must be Keishin’s.

Looking around, you bolt upright when you realize you’re not on the living room couch anymore, you’re now in a large, comfortable bed.

The sound of a deep, rumbling voice draws your attention to the bathroom connected to the room you’re currently in. “Oh, you’re finally awake,” Keishin says sheepishly as he emerges from the bathroom, then points to the nightstand next to you. “There’s some water and ibuprofen, you should take it. Even if you’re not sore now, you will be later.”

You chuckle tiredly as you stretch your overworked muscles. “I’m already sore, so I’ll definitely be taking these.”

He sits awkwardly on the side of the bed, unsure how to treat you after your little encounter. His brows are furrowed, a deep frown on he’s seemingly deep in thought.

“Whatever you’re thinking, just spit it out.” His head immediately snaps to you, eyes guarded and unreadable.

“What we did downstairs, it’s… not right. I’m supposed to protect young, impressionable girls like you. I’m a father—I would die if Tomi was after a man more than twice her age.”

You pull the blanket off of you and climb over to where the older man is seated on the mattress. “Keishin, let me ask you something.” He lifts his head, expectant. “Did you enjoy what we did? Because I did.” He nods slowly, still unsure what you’re getting at.

Taking his face in your hands, you tell him what you’ve been thinking for weeks. “At the end of the day, we’re two consenting adults who partook in consensual activities. Even if someone wants to clutch their pearls because you’re older than me, who cares?”

“Yeah, I get that, but… It has to be some sort of ethics violation on my part. You’re younger than my daughter, Bunny.”

“Even if it is, you have to allow yourself to live a little. Life is too short to deny yourself pleasures the world has to offer, and I don’t know about you, but I was very pleased by our… tryst.”

A cute blush spreads across Keishin’s cheeks as he remembers everything he said and did to you. “Aha, I was too. So, um… Would you want to do that again, sometime?” he asks, running a hand through his hair like he always does when he’s nervous.

You giggle and tackle him on the bed, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing. “Of course I do. We can even do it now, if you’d like…”

A couple hours later, just before Hitomi comes back, you limp across the hallway to your room and pass out, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.

And that is how your little arrangement begins.

Most of your time is spent with Hitomi, mostly shopping and going out to eat when she has the day off, or just watching Netflix in her room when you’re both too tired to go anywhere.

However, in the wee hours of the morning when you’re sure that she’s asleep, you sneak up to her father’s bedroom and get fucked so hard and so good you can barely make it back to your bedroom before the sun rises.

It’s a good arrangement, you think, you both get what you want and your friend is none the wiser. You figure no harm, no foul. At the end of the winter break, Keishin will likely want to cut things off with you and you’ll go back to your college dorm as if nothing happened.

But the winter break isn’t over yet, and you plan on making the most of it.

Keishin has been fucking you into the mattress for so long, time no longer even makes sense anymore.

You’re sweaty and exhausted, muscles so sore and shaky, but the thrusting between your legs shows no signs of stopping anytime soon. The harsh grip on your hips will likely bruise, but luckily you can hide them, unlike the few close calls you’ve had with poorly-placed marks on your neck.

Despite your exhaustion, you continue to meet Keishin’s thrusts by humping your hips back at him.

He gives your ass a harsh spank and fucks into you harder, making you whine and clench around him. “You’re an insatiable little thing, aren’t you? So fucked out and dripping with my cum, yet you still want more,” he says, but all you can do is gasp in response. You’re too far gone to produce any meaningful response. “What am I going to do with you?” If you had the energy, you’d tell him whatever he wants, but you don’t and the familiar tug of an orgasm is too hard to ignore.

“Fuck Daddy, I-I’m—”

Suddenly, his phone comes to life, Hitomi’s face lighting up the screen as it vibrates. The pistoning of his hips slows, then stops completely as he reaches over and grabs it off the nightstand.

He suddenly pulls out of your sore, abused cunt and you almost whine at the loss before he buries himself back inside you. The way your face is pressed into the mattress makes it difficult, but you manage to turn your head to see what Keishin is doing behind you.

Your eyes widen and you try to wriggle out of his grip when you figure out that he’s going to answer his phone as he keeps fucking you.

A hand wraps around your neck, lifting you up from your position on the bed and you have to follow its movement to prevent your windpipe from getting crushed. You’re pressed against Keishin’s hard chest, and his cock is nestled right against your cervix. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll just stay still and take it like a good little girl.”

The harsh grip on your neck releases and you’re shoved back into the bed, falling onto the comforter.

Keishin sounds completely normal when he answers his phone and it almost pisses you off—how can he be so unaffected when you’re at your wit’s end?

He chirps into the phone, “Hey sweetheart, what’s up?” The only indication that anything is amiss is the slight breathlessness in his voice and the occasional curse under his breath.

He forces himself even deeper inside you so forcefully that you’re afraid he’ll punch straight through to your womb. You know it’s not possible, but with Keishin, it just might be. He’s always full of surprises, especially when it comes to your body.

“Oh yeah, sure I can drop it off to you later. I’m just a little… preoccupied at the moment,” he says with a sharp thrust of his hips and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips. Keishin stiffens above you, waiting to see if Hitomi heard you through the phone.

“No, Hitomi, I’m not watching porn! But hold on a second, I think someone is at the door.” He sets the phone on the bed, muting the call as his cock hits your g-spot and you’re shaking, practically shivering in his arms. A couple of hard, coordinated rubs of your engorged clit and you’re cumming, gushing around him and keening as your muscles clench uncomfortably. You scream silently and fall limp onto the bed, unable to hold yourself up any longer.

You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum, but it’s to the point that each successive orgasm borders on the edge of pleasure and pain.

“Better keep quiet, wouldn’t want my daughter to hear you getting your pretty little cunt stuffed full of my cock,” Keishin snarls into your ear and you feel yourself clench painfully around him. Your body is just so worn out, but you know he won’t stop until he’s satisfied. “Or do you want her to know what a slut you are for her father?”

You shake your head vehemently, but the man inside you just chuckles as he keeps fucking you.

“Oh my god, oh fuck I-I…” You’re babbling nonsense to no one in particular.

“Ahh it was just-fuck, it was just some dude trying to sell me security cameras. Anyways, I’ll see you later honey, I love you.” His last few sentences sound rushed, urgent and you can tell from the twitching of his length that he’s close. The moment the phone is hung up, Keishin cages you between his body and the mattress. “Your cunt feels so fucking good, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. Would you like that?”

You try to nod and make a noise akin to ‘mhm,’ but you’re not sure what it sounds like. You’re not really sure of anything right now, but what you are sure of is you want him to cum inside you.

“I could never deny you anything, sweet girl,” he groans.

Keishin fucks into you harder, faster, and it feels as if he’s quite literally rearranging your guts, he’s so deep inside you. He reaches down between your legs and pinches your sensitive bud between his fingers. “Think you have one more in you, hm?” he asks, but he doesn’t wait for your answer. Of course you do.” He rubs your sore clit the way he knows will have you shaking and coming apart around him.

“Fuck Daddy, fuck I’m cumming!” you squeal, writhing and squirming from the painful, aching tightness of your orgasm as it builds once more.

“Ergh, fuck yeah, cum on Daddy’s cock as he fills you up. You’re such a good fucking girl for me, I love this sweet pussy.”

You shriek as you cum, your climax so strong that your vision blurs at the edges and you convulse, sore muscles twitching with overuse.

“Daddy’s gonna breed his sweet little girl, fuck, feels so fucking good!” Keishin groans, burying himself as deeply as he can inside you and shooting his cum into your quivering hole. You sigh in relief at the feeling of his warm cum flooding your womb, thankful he finally came because you couldn’t have lasted much longer in your state.

He flops next to you on the bed, sweaty and exhausted from your hours-long fuck marathon. Throwing an arm over your waist, he pulls you to his chest and buries his nose in your neck.

Hitomi’s not supposed to come back for several hours, so you both deem it safe to fall asleep as you are. Just when you’re about to drift off, your phone buzzes from the bedside table.

You reach for your phone, expecting it to be some spam email.

Your heart stops, the whole world seems to freeze when you open the text message.

From: Tomie <3

So when were you going to tell me you’re fucking my dad?

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