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#it’s dilf week y’all
huggybug · 2 years
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when part 3 of my thomas fic is coming out today and i already have parts 4 & 5 written😄😄 life is good
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salaciousdoll · 6 days
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· · · ℜ · · · Aren’t You What They Call a Milf · · · ℜ · · ·
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.·:*¨¨*:·. starring Ken R. , Manjirou S. , Baji K., Emma S., Hina H., Takemichi H., Chifuyu M., Kazutora H. , Hanma S. , Kisaki, Peh Y., Pah C., Izana K. , Mochi, Muto, Shion, Sanzu A. , Shinichiro S., Benkei A. , Takeomi A., Wakasa I., Mitsuya T., Hakkai S., Taiju S., Kakucho, Kokonoi, Inupi, South T. , The Haitani brothers x Milf! reader .·:*¨¨*:·.
ᰔᩚ ━━ Warnings: ᰔᩚ ━━ Warnings: Final Timeline! So spoilers, smut, threesome, reader is a switch here, foursomes, fivesomes, gang bang( consensual), Benkei and Mitsuya are end game here, OG black dragons is a little mean, dirty talking( heavy, degradation, praise, pet names, bodily fluids( squirting, cum, spitting, sloppy blow job,etc.), big exhibition here( fucking in a top down convertible, Mitsuya fashion shop, and etc.), yes I know inupi is not in Tenjiku besides they’re all friends here anyways just decided to group them by gangs to avoid writing for every single one of them, little plot here, AGE GAP, DARK CONTENT! voyeurism, missionary, doggy style, attempt at frog style( if that’s what it’s called), reader knows what she wants, breeding kink, reader is a undercover slut, chubby reader, oc kids named amethyst and saphhire( twin girls), pink obsessed reader/momma which means kids are drowned in pink everything, you are 37 years old here so have fun with that, wanted to write an older reader for a long time, nipple play, lactation kink, spitting kink, rough and slow sex, teasing, headcannons are not really headcannons because again I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing with writing that shit, dilf( Draken ), reader and the husband was swingers once upon a time, cuckholding on Hina, Takemichi, and black dragon part, the oh black dragons are older than reader but that’s okay they weren’t even thought of until now. If I’m forgetting something lemme know.
ᰔᩚ ━━ Word Count: 14.5k
ᰔᩚ ━━ Dolly Note from Salaciousdoll: this is really a surprise drop because I thought I was going to post it Saturday tbh but said fuck it give y’all a gift early. I really hope you like it, it’s not the best but it’s something. Been wanting to feed my starving babies from the tr fandom for a minute so here you go. Also the reader is an older woman who’s just fucking everyone why? Because some people pissed me off by slut shaming but nevermind that, Love you guys 🎀
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Moms. The person everyone got or needed in their lives as the guidance they need. The carrier. The heart of the family because without a mom being the heart of the family, the family can’t pump blood and love. You were that mom. The mom that your mother was or weren’t, it all depends on yourself. You aimed to be better than your mother even if she was a good mother to you and you did with the two little girls you birthed and raised with your ex- husband. They were the joys in your life, such beautiful little humans to you and everyone around you all. After your divorce from your beautiful husband you still were on good terms with, you moved to another city. You were so glad that he agreed to have the kids a week after you because no matter if you got a divorce you didn’t want your babies to be affected heavily by it.
Your twin girls were the joy and light in your life. You were the pink mom every pink obsessed girl wanted. You always dress your babies in pink and don’t even get me started on the patterns you choose to dress your daughters in but don’t worry they both have a say-so if they don’t feel like wearing anything you pick for them to wear. Your mother didn’t give you that option, but you did with your little ones. From two year olds up until now, 9 years old.
The girls were so excited for today. Today was the day you were moving to another city as a result of starting your new job and new life away from your husband and his new girlfriend. You two have been divorced for years now and you were glad he moved on after sending letters and posting sticky notes on your Children’s backpacks or notebooks saying things like “ lunch today?” Or “ We could always try one last time” or your favorite one “ My sunshine and my little flowers”. It never ended with him until it stopped just five months ago when he met his girlfriend. His girlfriend was someone you called introverted and that’s just what he needs, a shy woman for his outgoing personality, plus she was an entire sweetheart and someone you gladly liked your kids to be around.
“ Mom, is this the house? It’s so big for us!”, sapphire said pointing to the house. It was indeed a beautiful, big house. From the opening gate with your last initial on it in pretty, cursive letters to the big, cilo pivot house-door, you knew you made the right choice for your babies.
“ Mommy mommy, I wanna go inside.”, Amethyst yells as she runs past the gate and towards the front door to open it.
“ Do not run, walk! Don’t want you to hurt yourself and then I’ll have to sit in the hospital while my baby get treated.”, You shouted after her, smiling when she actually listened and power walked into the house.
You really hope you three weren't disturbing the neighbors around and didn’t attract any eyes for now, you were dead wrong because Draken was bringing a box out of Mikey’s house and saw the huge moving truck down the street—just five spaces down from Mikey’s big ass house.
Mikey had boxes of Magazines Emma’s own since she was staying at his house while they were fighting. Draken loved Emma but their fights were stupid and frustrating sometimes, however, the fight they’re in is not. He stayed out all night with Mikey and Mitsuya partying because of the celebration of Mikey winning his championship game. Believe him, he wanted to leave around 12 am, but Mikey had other plans like having a race in a vacant parking lot. Nevertheless, he was glad she and his little boy and girl accepted his apology, they were even mad at him.
He stopped with the box in his hand with his mouth opened a bit in awe, you were a gorgeous woman, way too gorgeous and just right for him and Emma, especially Emma who was looking for another sex partner for both of them. You were taking a box out of the moving truck and you could hear your little girls in the house screaming and running around the empty house in excitement. You almost wanted to cry because you came a long way to get to this point right here. Bouncing from jobs to jobs after completing college and then getting an opportunity to become a fashion designer for your own company which has been skyrocketing since your first fashion show. All while going through departure and divorce from your first love, your ex-husband. Let’s not forget about your twin princesses who gave you the world every time they opened their eyes in the morning or whenever they wanna wake up since sapphire likes to sleep until 12 pm.
You didn’t realize you were standing at the back of the truck staring at the other boxes with your eyes wide and watering—you were dazed out until you heard a deep voice, “ Do you need any help? Couldn’t help but notice you moving in.”
You turned to the voice who interrupted your thoughts and smiled at him making his heart beat pick up, “ No, I wouldn’t want to bothe-”
He turned to pick up a box out of the truck, “ I offered and you’re saying you're bothering me, how rude of you.”
You studied his features and noticed he had a tattoo on the side of his hair, black silky hair was pinned up into a man-bun. His eyes were so onyx like but you were afraid if you would look longer at him, you’ll start trying to figure him out like you always do anybody you come across. It was annoying. You gasped once you just now noticed he called you rude, so you called out to him, “ Hey! I’m not rude, just didn’t wanna bother anyone okay? I’m new here, ya know.”
“ I could tell. No one as beautiful as you is around here. My name is Manjirou Sano, what’s yours?”, Another voice says from behind you. You whirled around to look down at a man who was just as beautiful as the other.
You were about to answer but the same man who helped you bring a box in spoke again, “ Mikey, I thought you were meeting up with your brothers?”
Your head went back and forth between the two as they spoke in Japanese in front of you now. You picked up some words like brother and annoying. It seems like the conversation was intense from the way the short one looked up at the taller one. They both held eye contact until they turned to you in the middle of them, the short one speaking again, “ Now that that’s out the way, what’s your name, pretty one?”
He took the box out of your hand smiling at you while you were finally answering him, “ { Reader’s name}, nice to meet you two and thank you so much for helping m-”
“ Mommmm, Amethyst isn’t giving me my tablet, she’s running around the house with it and I don’t want her to droppp itttt.”, Sapphire whined as she stomped out the house.
You looked at the two men with an apologetic look in your eyes and they waved you off, not bothered by your daughter acting like her age at all. You sighed and walked to her with a box in your hand, “ Where is she right now?”
Your daughter led you to Amethyst who was on top of the balcony smiling and laughing until she saw your stern face. She slowly put the tablet down and her smile sequenced with her tablet, both went down. You put down the box not noticing eyes on your full figured body. The body Draken has beat to when he was 19, it’s like all the milf videos he consumed has come to life as he analyzed the curves of your hips and the roundness of your ass. Your boobs were beautiful especially since it seems like they are still full of milk. He would know because Emma’s boobs looked similar to yours when she was pregnant with his child and that was 7 years ago in 2018. Now, Emma’s boobs were heavy with stretch marks on them kinda like yours except yours looked like you gave birth to two people and had to feed two people. He was beginning to feel like an obsessed weirdo and somehow his mind was only offended by the weirdo part.
Mikey was too busy focused on how your body rolls moved whenever you spoke or moved when pointing a finger at the child being scolded right now. He watched as your lips trembled while you spoke almost like you didn’t want to yell at your daughter or perhaps your love for them was too big and it took a lot out of you to yell at your daughter who looked like a cute kicked puppy being yelled at. Mikey almost spoke up for the little girl when he didn’t even know the situation or had anything to do with your family at all. His mind didn’t like the thoughts of growing attached to you, but his heart told another melody. He needed you or needed to be in your life one way or another. Even in the past life with Takemichi, he always wanted someone similar to you with or without kids. A mysterious beauty.
“ Ammy baby, I do not like yelling or scolding you, so can you please promise to be nice to your sister. You’ll be able to have fun with her just wait until I get us settled in and then you could play with your sister, he’ll even run in the backyard all you want just don’t go near the pool area, deal?”, You were now upstairs on the balcony with your daughter, both of you on your knees with a pink out. Your daughter smiled and wrapped her little pinky around your pink, sealing the deal with her speaking, “ Deal mommy, but mommy, can we go get our nails done again? I want light pink with zebra designs again like sapphire has with her star nails.”
You looked at her nails and smiled while nodding your head up and down, “ Okay, but no ac-”
“ No acrylics or press on or long nails at all, I know mom.”, Amethyst says with a big smile on her face. Her chubby cheeks were a cute distraction for you all the time but not this time as your voice grew a bit stern, “ Don’t interrupt me anymore, amethyst.”
Her little “sorry mommy” melted Draken’s heart a little because he remembered his little boy always saying sorry after Emma scolded him, even now while he’s seven. He could take a wild guess and guess your daughters are around his son’s age, maybe even older than him.
You smiled and pinched her cheeks owning a whine from her saying she’s older now but you paid that no mind, “It’s okay… but it’ll have to be when you come back after next week. Remember you have to go with daddy this week, which also means the faster you unpack, the more time we’ll have to get that mirror you wanted and take sapphire to get ice cream.”
“ Okay! We’ll help and stop playing, right Saphhire?”, Your daughter turned to hang her arms over the balcony while looking down at her sister who’s standing with her hands on her hips.
Sapphire narrowed her eyes before nodding her head. You smiled and clapped your hands, “ Okay, we shall be done by 6 pm since it’s 11 right now. Wanna see who can unpack the fastest?”
Sapphire perked up at the question and yelled up at the balcony where you and Amethyst stood, “ Yes! Gonna beat you two anyway. I run track.”
“ Oh please, saphhy, it’s baby track compared to the one we seen on tv, right mom?”, Amethyst said looking up at you.
You waved your hand and stepped back, “ That’s between you two, leave mom out of this one because you already know how she gets when people say that. You picked your battle now you gotta deal with her fact checking you. Sorry, baby girl.”
Amethyst pouted while sapphire was already on her way up the stairs to give her sister a talk and lesson meanwhile you were heading downstairs to the men you almost forgot were in your house.
“ Sorry about that, now where was I? Oh thank you for offering to help, but I think we got it from here, don’t wanna keep you for that long.”, You say while moving past them to walk outside to the truck.
“ Why are you trying to get rid of us so quickly, {reader’s new nickname}?”, Mikey pouts.
You whipped around at the name with confusion on your face, “ { reader’s new nickname}?”
Mikey smiled with his eyes closed at your question while Draken started to speak to you, “ yeah, I think it’s kinda insulting to say that after we just declared we’re here to help you. Besides, we can make it much easier if we invite our friends to join and something tells me they wouldn’t mind. The question is will you?”
You stared at the two and suddenly thought of something, “ hol up’ prior to agreeing to what you said. I need to know who’s moving my things in my house with me and my girls, so what’s your name? I already know your Manjirou, what’s your handsome?”
Draken almost stuttered but caught himself quickly with a small space of ruby hue on his face, “ It’s Ken Ryuguji, nice to meet you.” When your hand was in his, he felt the roughness of your knuckles and the softness on your skin. The feeling of your hand inside of his hand sent an electrical shock feeling inside of himself and he needed to know more about you. You got him to blush just like Emma and Mikey noticed that and saved it inside of his mind to tease Draken about it later.
Your unexpected laugh brought him back out of his daydream/thoughts, “ Nice to meet you as well, Kenny boy.”
Draken wonders if you could see how large his eyes got when you called him that, but your smirk lets him know that you did. Draken covered it up by turning around and taking long steps to your moving truck while Manjirou was on the phone with, you could guess, his friends.
And yes, there were a lot of them participating in moving your things. One guy with lilac hair in a mullet named Mitsuya and his friend with his blue hair in a haircut were great at getting your kids to focus on moving their boxes upstairs on the balcony by racing or in your words pacing with them. Another pair of guys, one with long hair and yellow highlights tied in a man bun and one with black hair down to his ears, were steering a guy with long, black hair and blue highlights in his hair away from you. You learned that they’re names were Kazutora, Chifuyu, and Baji, respectively. You suspect that these three are gonna be trouble for you, mainly baji. Oh how right you are…
A guy named Hanma wasn’t even helping just trying to get you to be his “ sexy vixen” for his photos to which earned him an insult and eye roll from Kisaki, a man that held elegance and if you looked in his eyes long enough, when he shook your hand when Manjirou first introduced you to him, you thought you seen hidden desires and mystery you could easily unsolve if you stared him into the eyes any longer. So you quickly broke eye contact with him.
You laughed at, who you learned are, Pah-chin and Peh arguing over one box, pulling it like a tug-of-war rope, it was funny but angry just ended up taking the box from them with Kakucho and his twin brother, Smiley, at his side. You were progressing greatly with unloading the truck but you also felt multiple eyes on different parts of your body. It was a lot of people here helping you so you could understand the eyes but it felt like some eyes you couldn’t shake off and when you felt a hard stare on you, you turned to see a white haired man with tan skin staring you down and he didn’t even blink while he stared at you. It was creepy and you were glad you were now grabbing the last box before another man with blue and blonde hair in a mullet helped you close the truck with his brother beside him.
You were so glad you were done by 6:45 pm because now you could take your daughters on their promised trips but first you wanted to thank the men that came to help you and your girls move your boxes inside. You didn’t particularly know why you allowed them all to help you, but they seemed to really want to help and plus maybe it’s a sign for something far greater to be bloomed. It was a gut feeling you were leaning on.
Your girls were now pushing their boxes into their rooms while you were on your way out the house.
Meanwhile, Draken and the rest were coming up with a plan to see you again. Chifuyu put his finger on his chin, “ what if we just show her around Tokyo one by one.”
“ How would we do that genius, we don’t live around here, only one who does is mi- that’s it, the key is Mikey’s house.”, Baji says to the other men around him.
Mikey shook his head and waved his hand in a ‘no’ motion, “ No, not possible. Need privacy, I mean it’s already bad enough seeing Baji and Hanma every other day drinking my juice without my permission.” He finished off his statement while glaring at the two men who shivered from his infamous glare.
“ She’s such a damn babe man ♡,why wouldn’t you like to see us win with her?!”, Hanma exaggerates, throwing his hands up.
Ran spoke next, “ She’s too good to be true. Almost too good. Perfect chubby body of hers, just want to palm every rumple and lump on her body, want her to scream my name. Fuck that I might even impr-”
Mochi interrupted him, “ Dude, you just met the woman, at least take her out or something. This is why women like her needs real men like m-”
“ Fuck no, she needs me because at least I’m good with kids, the orphanages proves that.”, Rindou says with a toothpick in his mouth.
“We’ve all participated in that Izana’s orphanage and were good with the kids so that’s debatable. Besides, the others haven’t even met her yet.”, Muto says next as he leans on his bike with his arms folded.
“ Sanzu should’ve been here then, so stop bringing that airhead up.”, Ran finishes.
You walk out to see all the men are either on their motorcycles or standing talking to another on their motorcycles. Your shoes were replaced with your pink heels which combined to your outfit of a pink, sleeveless top with dark blue jeans. Your sunglasses that were on your head were now on top of your sleeveless top. Each one of their eyes were now on you and they were analyzing every detail about you. From your walk they found attractive to your hair in a hairstyle you had, they even paid attention to the way your body bounced as you walked, specifically your tits.
“ I just wanted to thank you all for coming here to help me and my girls, hopefully we’ll see eachother agai-”, you say before feeling a hand grab yours, bringing it to his mouth.
You felt a small, wet kiss on your hand black hair with blue highlights falling in front of his face a little bit, “ You will see us again, after all Mikey and I are you neighbors.”
“ Mikey and I?”, Mikey asks, repeating what Baji said in confusion and frustration.
“ That explains why Kenny boy appeared out of nowhere.”, You say smirking when you see his face frown up because of your nickname.
“ Don’t call me that in front of them.”, Draken said with authority, balancing shyness in his tone. You laughed at his face, “ My bad would you like to hear me say it in private.”
Draken ears got red and he turned his head from your pretty eyes scoping out his face for his reaction to you baiting him, well. Too well especially when that comment made the other men's eyes wider and mouths drop into big and little o’s.
“ Anyways.”, you walked up to Mikey, who was eye level to your breast as of now and he was damn sure enjoying the view too. “ phone.”, you say as your manicured hand was held out towards him.
He had a confused expression on his face as he dug into his back pocket for his phone, now holding eye contact with you as you stared at him. He unlocked his phone and placed his phone in your hand— taking that as a go, you scrolled and found the phone app to put your number in his phone. Placing it back into his hand, “ Call me anytime you want, we’re neighbors now Manjirou. As for the rest of you, is there anyway I could re-”
“ Pssh, you do not have to pay us. Think of this as the start of a great thing, miss { reader’s last name}. It was very nice to meet you and I think that’s more than enough for many of us. So no payment.”, Kakucho says while starting up his motorcycle like the rest of them.
“ Is anyone gonna let me finish my sentences around here?”, You yelled as they were riding off. Mikey walked back to his house and Draken followed because his car was in front of his house. They were gonna continue until Mikey turned back to you with a big smile on his face, “ Nope. Plus that was a question!”
You laughed as he yelled back at you as the motorcycles rode off into the orange sunset. You had a feeling this wasn’t gonna be your last time seeing them. You heard your twins file out the house calling your name with their little jackets on them, ready to go on your small adventure before their dad came and got them for his week.
☆ᩧ  Draken and Emma ୨ ♡l
It’s been two months now and You and Draken hung out with each other a lot more than mikey especially because it’s their off season for their joint career. He told you all about his kid and wife which led to playdates with each of your children.
The playdates then led to meeting Emma who just got home from her trip with a woman named Hina. To say Emma wasn’t interested would be a lie because the way she held your plush body against her petite one was far too long and Draken knew from her famous wink and smile at him that he brought the perfect woman over to fulfill their desires.
From the way your tits sit in your light pink, ballerina wrap sweater and your hips looked in your blue jeans— hugging your wide hips tightly in the right places. You didn’t care about your tummy spilling over your pants which only added to your sexiness. You looked expensive and smelled expensive and yummy with your perfume following you everywhere you moved. They both thought as they eyed you while you were over for lunch— this time without the kids.
Coming to lunch with Draken and Emma was a normal thing, you lying underneath her as Draken was thrusting into your melting mouth was a different thing. A new thing— yet you and them loved this new thing because your moan-gargles were the highlight of both of their evenings and the fact that your pussy was getting sticky and wet from Emma was enough for you. Draken’s cock inside of your mouth was the plus.
“ Oh God! I haven’t had this much fun since Hina babe, Aah~.”, Emma moans as her slick covered yours— she sat her wet, pink pussy on top of yours and rose up to heaven because of how wet you were too. Your pussy was so much fatter than hers and she wanted to bury her face in it later.
“ Oh fuck, just like that, flick your tongue just like that pretty girl.”, Draken moans as he grips your hairstyle into a knot. Your tongue was flicking right and left his cock where his little vein lay, you knew that would break him since you used to do it with your husband. And believe me, he broke so much that he couldn’t talk to you for a day from embarrassment.
“ mmm, I cwn’t I cwn’t, mmmghhuhhh.”, Your moans were gargled and blocked by Draken thick cock going in and out of your mouth, the faster he went, the more the stretch burned the sides of your mouth. Emma went slower at rubbing her clit on top of yours— her hips were so tiny and round underneath your hands as you held her trying to make her go faster, sadly she didn’t listen. In fact, she loved the tears by building up in your eyes from the mouth penetration from her husband and the teasing she was doing as she performed scissoring against you. One of her pale creamy legs was in between your sorrel, thick thighs as she held onto your leg that she lifted up to a better position and held herself up. Emma was in love with the way both of your pussy’s made cute noises. Fuck it, they had to keep you for themselves. She’s gonna talk to Draken about it.
Speaking of Draken, he was too busy wrapping his hand tight around your throat, feeling his dick against your neck, the dick print caused him to become animalistic. His balls were now slapping against your forehead and it was a feel-good hurt. That wasn’t even summing up how brutal his pace was in your throat. Somehow it was too brutal, like the just right brutal and you loved it. “ Shit her throat is melting my dick, it’s like her throat is a predator clenching its teeth into a prey, so tight and wet. I could imagine that’s how her pussy feels right ems’?”
“Mmmphhh, fuck babe keep talking like that, I’m close but before you do, yes her pussy feels so good against mine. So wet and sticky, think I felt her clit, uhhghh Drakennn, h-her clit twitched which means she’s either about to cream or squirt. I’m betting on squirting. A shopping spree and another day with her on my end of the deal, what’s yours?”, Emma says as she starts speeding up by rocking her hips forwards and backwards in a riding motion that Draken loves when she’s on top of him. He was too mesmerized by her tits moving back and forth and your whines and moans vibrating his cock was not helping. Emma didn’t even want an answer because she was too lost in your pussy juices mixing with hers almost too perfectly. Your clit vibrated against hers and suddenly she felt a wet substance gush out of your pussy with your loud moans vibrating and engulfed by your own spit against Draken’s cock. All three of you screamed out or groaned especially when you swiped your tongue under his vein one last time.
Emma groped your right tit with her right hand and brought your hand to grope her left tit with your left hand. Her pussy was creaming against yours and yours was squirting against hers which means the substance was turning white and creamy. “ Dr-drakennnn! {reader’s nameeee}, I’m cummin’”
Draken’s hand reached between you two to feel both of your wetness and brought his hands to his mouth as his cock was parked inside of your mouth, lumping his cum into you nonstop, “ so fucking good, need you to swallow all of it, ya hear me? Wanna’ fuck you and my wife while you two lay on top of eachother but first I need you to take all of my load, fu-uuhhh-ck, so hot and sexy.” He was looking at Emma and then peered down at you with your face covered in mascara and spit dripping down your face from his rough face fucking. Yeah, he was definitely gonna give you and Emma a prize and you’ll be a fine third in their relationship, especially since your children seem to get along well with theirs.
☆ᩧ  Takemichi and Hina ୨ ♡l
Hina and Takemichi were looking for a person to fulfill both of their desires at once so when Emma told Hina about you and her time with one another, Hina was intrigued on meeting you, so when she did, she was stunned. Takemichi was definitely gonna love you because you’re exactly the epitome of his browser history and you are literally the woman described in his dream he told her about. He was so into Milfs so you were perfect and she was into hot older women so you were perfect.
Meeting Takemichi after Hina was something you’ll never forget especially when he blurted out “ Hot” when he saw you just for Hina to enclose her hand over his mouth, apologizing profusely to you in the act of saving you from possibly chewing up takemichi. She let out a sigh of relief when you just smiled at the two.
Once they both got to meet you, they started to hang around you a lot for a month, Draken and Emma hung out too but Takemichi and Hina were clingier to you, it was a weird but good feeling. The feeling of you being wanted was something you haven’t had in a long time towards you so why not indulge in it with another couple. Remember no strings attached to your little affairs; a note you made to yourself.
Reasons why you were rolling your hips on top of Takemichi snatching all of his moans from him with a sealed kiss each time he let out a squeaky moan. Your hands were flat against your bed and your boobs were happily bouncing in his face causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head, “mmmhh fuck Mitchy, you’re dick is stretching me open. Is this what you take every night little Hina?” Once your head turned to her Hina moaned even more louder as she watched you continue to roll your ass in a slow circle, taking his dick in and out of your clenching hole. She always wanted to see someone else fucking Takemichi while she watched or joined, last time it was Emma since they decided on swinging that one unforgettable night after planning that for years.
She reached down to rub herself through her panties as she watched you wait for your answer and once she didn’t give you one, you slammed your ass on Takemitchy’s sensitive cock, taking him deeper inside while still holding eye contact with Hina, “ I don’t like to repeat questions, pretty one. Now answer my question or would you like your husband to pay the price by expanding his overstimulation time, limits are only for good boys and girls, especially if they’re married to each other because remember, Ahh fuck, remember you guys are one, so what ever you do will effect the other one.” Takemitchy couldn’t take your pussy swallowing his cock so deliciously and came inside of you surprising you a little. Hina was even surprised but luckily she was even more turned on because she never would’ve guessed she’d be into sharing as much as she is right now. Maybe it’s because she wanted you too.
Takemichi clenched the sheets with a tight grip pleading for mercy, “ Please.. please, I can’t. Oh god, Hina please answer her baby. Ahhn shit, she feels so hot and perfect.” Hina now had her fingers inside of her squelching pussy not caring about anything but the way you demanded an answer from her, fuck she was in love with your dominance, “ I-I’m sorry, yes yes I take all his cock every night, can I please touch you or you touch me? I don’t care I just want your attention~”
You laughed and used two fingers in a come here motion to her which immediately made her stand up and come next to you— grabbing her chin tightly, you smiled at her, “ Touch yourself Hina, touch yourself while you kiss me as I fuck your husband like the dirty man he is. I got a feeling you want to see him cry just like me, isn't that right Hina?” She nodded her head and placed her lips on yours savoring the taste of your pink flavored lip gloss on your lips, although the flavor lasted longer than the gloss though. Hina reached to play with her clit in between her index finger and middle finger- whimpering in identical Rhythm with her husband who’s panting and crying with big tears rolling down his ruby flushed face, “ wan’ more! Need more miss {reader’s name}.”
“ Really now? Stand in front of me, on the bed. Latch onto my shoulders if you have to.” You looked down and smirked at Takemichi before lifting all the way up, his cock finally getting the rest it needed. Relief only washed over him for a quick second because now you were pushing his cock back and forth on your clit and vagina hole, it’s like you were teasing him too damn much and he knew he was gonna burst any minute especially from the water erupting from your pussy causing you to shake a little— letting go of his cock because of your pussy starting to squirt even more as you continued rubbing your pussy on his dick.
“ Shit Hina, {reader’s name}, I wanna cum. Wanna cum so bad. Can I cum please? Please.”, Takemichi moaned as his head flew back against the pillow. Takemitchy looked so pretty in your eyes as his sweat rolled down his face connecting with the fat tears pouring down his eyes, his slender chest lifting up and down and perky nipples red with bites from you and Hina prior to this session now. Wonderfully, something even more prettier was in your face now: Hina’s wet pink but slightly tan pussy. You looked up at her as you stuck your tongue out ready for her to ride your tongue. This just reminds you of you and your husband swinger days, oh how you missed experimenting with your ex-husband.
Hina threw her strawberry blonde hair back as her head snapped back in pure carnality of your thick, wet muscle swiping across her pussy. You hummed in delight before reaching up to grab her hips and shoved her pussy into your face— latching your lips on her clit during the time of her small, delicate hands holding tightly onto your head, raising one leg up on your shoulder to give you better access, “ Fuck, this feels soooo goodahhh, keep licking me like that miss {reader’s name}.” You gladly obliged to her small demand and flicked your o this faster over her clit making sure to apply a little pressure on her clit by the heaviness of your tongue. She tasted so damn natural and good, pussy was something you loved eating and appreciating when it comes to women, she was the woman who’s pussy you’ll come back to for thirds, fuck seconds.
Takemichi was cross eyed now at the time of small spit strings appearing and disappearing whenever he opened and closed his mouth, panting out wanton moans and whimpers when you finally reached down to skillfully place him back inside of you. You loved the feeling of his cock jumping inside of you as his and your juices mixed together started to drip down his balls and onto the bed. He felt so sticky and he didn’t care. This was his first time cumming back to back and it’s all because of you. You were Overstimulating him and his wife especially with the way your tongue flicked against his wife’s pussy. He couldn’t think about nothing as he heard Hina’s pretty moans and the slurping and wet sounds you were producing by your mouth and pussy. This was the best he had and he’s pretty sure Hina thinks the same because of the way she’s thrusting her small hips up and down— shaking as she approached another orgasm. “ mmm, God, I wanna do this again, Hina. Shit.”
☆ᩧ  Mitsuya Takashi ୨ ♡l
Mitsuya was in love with hanging out with you and your kids. They reminded him of his little sisters from when they were that age. The way they act, argue, and etc. was similar to Luna and Mana. He loves watching you be a good parent to them and them coming to confide in you about anything like the other day when Saphhire asked “what’s it like to be friends with someone you just met” when referring to her own friendship with someone at school and your own with Mitsuya and the others.
She even asked Mitsuya the same question and a question about his life, not too nosy, just a curious baby girl and he happily answered them, which gave the go to Amethyst to ask him questions too. They were slowly making their way into his heart just like you were.
Mitsuya loved being around you and watching you smile and light up at things you loved to speak about or indulge in. Every since you told him about your fashion designing career taking off, he’s been asking you to chime in on his own pieces so that’s why he invited you to his shop, which was a mistake because when he saw your dolce & gabbana leopard print dress clenching to your pretty full-figure and your black pumps, his pants grew tighter and he couldn’t focus.
Mitsuya couldn’t help but to place his hands on your hips as your ass was slightly bent over as you helped him with his patterns for his dress he was designing for his upcoming fashion show in Osaka. His hands felt like they belonged on your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulders to see what you were doing and you were doing the peacock design so perfectly, more perfect than what he had in his mind. He breathed in your expensive scent and sighed prior to trailing his large hands over the paunchy skin poking out your dress at your sides and down to your ass rubbing it. “ Remember what I said I wanted to do to you after our date? Wanna take you right here and now as you focus on helping to design my dress you’re wearing in my fashion show. Will you mess it up or will you finish off well?” Once you turned your head to look at him with a full blown lust in your eyes, he knew he had you wrapped around his finger now, especially with your next words, “ Please take me. Wanted you ever since our second date.”
With that, Mitsuya had your dress hiked up around your waist whilst pounding inside of your cunt, “ Fuck, you’re so sexy, my love. Want to fuck you every day of my life, don’t care how old you are. Want you forever now.” He felt you shake as your ass bounced against him every time he thrusted into you. The ripples from your ass plus the sexy leopard print on your body was causing him to have a feeling in his chest he couldn’t describe. He found the print he was going to fuck you in everyday in his life, for the future with you too. The print he was going to design with just to fuck and make love to you in. The print he was fucking you in now.
You stopped using the pen with blue markings for the peacock patterns because of Mitsuya twirling his hips as he snapped his hips forward, “ Yes, yes, mmmgh, god, your dick is fucking me so good right now.” You tried to go back to printing in the peacock pattern in the dress and you almost fucked up due to Takashi massaging your tits with both of his hands on each boob now, “ Takashiii, I can’t do it. I can’t focus while you’re, mmmhh, fucking me. But I don’t want you to stop.”
Mitsuya smirked before grabbing the pen out your hand—throwing it somewhere afore taking you away from the curvy Manikin that was creepily modeled after your body, too bad you were too busy getting fucked as you walked to his desk. Mitsuya couldn’t missed the opportunity of fucking into you at the angle your body was making right now. Your back was to his chest as you two walked step by step to the desk, your designer heels clicking against the floor with every step you two took. He slammed inside of you, fast and long were what his strokes felt like. Mitsuya was stuffing you full of dick, not letting up when you reached back to move your hand to his stomach pushing on it only to get your hands locked into both of his hands, “ fuck no, sunshine, you’re not getting away after all the stroking of my leg under the dinner table or the taunting you were doing by saying I can’t handle a woman you’re age as if you didn’t fuck Draken or Takemitchy, you play around a lot, love. Lemme show you what the other twin dragon could do.”
It was obvious he was a bit jealous you fucked Draken first but his jealousy was short lived when you said, “ I only got my mind on you right now mitsyy, you’re fucking me right now not them so show me what the other twin dragon can do, the one I really want.” You should’ve never moaned those words because Mitsuya was now holding your head down on the table with one hand and the other one was still holding your hands together alluding to a rope of his own, “ fuck, sunshine, you can’t say words like that. Fucking hell.” Mitsuya's eyes rolled to the back of his head as your pussy wrapped around his wet dick like a blue rubber glove sticking to your skin when you put them in water.
He moved his hand off your hand to let it join his other hand holding your hand when he suddenly heard you moan loudly as you whined and cried with your face on his desk, “ M’cummin, M’cummin right now. Kashiii, it feels like my stomach is snapping, ahhhnnn.” Mitsuya felt his shoes get heavy and wet making him stop to look down seeing you squirting on his cock and his designer shoe, some of the liquid landing on the floor. If you would’ve looked back at Mitsuya, you would’ve seen his wide smile and wild eyes full of shine because he found his new obsessions about you— the new obsession was joining his other details about you he was obsessed with.
“ That’s right, baby. Squirt on my cock just like that.”, Mitsuya says, still pushing his cock inside of you, not caring if tears were pouring down your eyes because of the overstimulation you were getting. You wondered if this is what Takemichi felt like. This was hell and pleasure at the same time. Takashi's eyes rolled and mouth opened to spurt out moans at the feeling of your ass throwing back against his pelvis creating powerful smacking sounds inside of his studio, which was closed as soon as he switched the sign off. He felt himself about to cum and couldn’t hold your hands back anymore, he needed to hold your body tight as you cum on his cock. He wanted to cum inside of you, not knowing if you’re on birth control or not— he doesn’t even care if you were or not, time for him to have a child anyways.
Mitsuya grabbed your stomach through your dress and pulled you up while you were still in your heels towering over him a little, yet he didn’t care. He just needed to see you cum undone again, luckily his mirror was behind his chair and he stared straight ahead watching your face expressions change multiple times in sequence with his thrusts too. Soon as he snapped his hips against your ass making a big clap sound, his stomach knot came undone and he came right inside of you with a loud moan following, “ Fuck yes. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect girl. My fucking girl.” He was babbling and you squirted out his white cum which essentially got mixed with his cum so now you were squirting out white juices as you broke inside of his arms. You tried to escape off his cock and out of his arms, but he didn’t budge not once even if he was growing a bit weak at the moment, “ You’re not going anywhere so just relax, sunshine. Kissing your forehead to finish off his sentence just right.
“ Yo, Mitsuya, you managed to bag a Milf huh?”
☆ᩧ  Taiju Shiba & South Terano ୨ ♡l
Taiju walked into Mitsuya studio right on time—seeing you bent over the table with your heels glued to the floor and dress melting in your skin because of the sweat dancing across your body was everything he needed to see to get hooked on you as well. He didn’t even like when Mitsuya hurried to cover you up with his jacket by the chair on the left of him. He wanted to see you even more.
Luckily, He finally got to see you in his restaurant with two friends from your old neighborhood accompanying you at the dinner to discuss everything in your life from your kids to your sex lives. Taiju was viewing the way your lips were moving from where he stands on the balcony above, he was listening to South speak but watching you intensely. South was a person he wouldn’t consider a friend but is very much a friend in other people's eyes. He was back from Ireland because of a match over there and was gloating about his championship win, yet again.
South felt like Taiju wasn’t listening and stopped talking to walk bedside Taiju looking down at you. South followed his gaze and saw you laughing about your friend telling you a story about how the men she fucked was a slug as he fucked her. South smirked and made his way down to you and when he got to you he interrupted the conversation and introduced himself. Taiju vein appeared in his forehead as he watched South spit his pathetic game on you. Taiju knew it wasn’t gonna work until he saw you writing down your number before raising a class at him as you gave your number to South, who didn’t notice the way you were staring up at Taiju.
You felt like you were being a slut but you were divorced for years and celibate for two years after, you needed this and that was your excuse besides you were still young in mother years so why not indulge in your fantasies and save your 40s for sitting down again. Your 20s were stolen from you by your ex husband so now you’re reliving them. You haven’t felt this feeling since your swinging days. You were always private about your life that people didn’t expect that or this act from you until they actually knew you. Yet, You never would’ve thought that these two would get you the first night of meeting them because now you’re in South’s black 2024 Chevrolet convertible bouncing on South’s cock at the back of Taiju’s restaurant with Taiju leaning on the car, smoking a cigar, “ Hurry the fuck up, South. I want her spreaded on this ugly ass car of yours.”
“ Shut the fuck up, this pussy is too good and tight for me to have to cum to your annoying ass voice in the background, so shut up!” South slapped your ass before grabbing it with his large ass hands, his cold rings on his fingers were a contrast with your skin as he lifted you up and down. “ Fuck yes, baby! Fucking tight for an old bitch like yourself, Mmgh fuck, color me impressed. Pussy is swallowing my dick like it’s a mouth. Fuck yeah!”
You were too drunk off how deep his thick cock was inside of you that you couldn’t even hear half of the words he was saying, plus your moans were growing louder and louder, “ Aaahn, it’s so damn deep, fu-uhhhmmm, I think I’m close.” Your hands came up to his neck as you wiggles your ass before riding him up and down to chase your own orgasm, “ Ahhh yes, dick, your dick is so fucking, hnnhahhh. Keep fucking me, South.” A slap to your ass and his head flying back against his seats indicated that he’s in pure rhapsody, basking in the feeling of your pussy taking him like no other woman his age could, the late 20s women couldn’t take all of his dick even if they tried. He’s now hooked on you and he doesn't plan on letting you go but for now, he got to because Taiju’s right here.
Taiju watched your movements whilst riding South’s cock like you were on a bull ride, your dress was up and gave him a perfect view of your ass he couldn’t stop staring at or fantasizing about since he saw it when you fucked Mitsuya. He exhaled the smoke building up in his throat— his yellow eyes watching the car move up and down as you two bounced even more faster due to South’s intense grip on your ass lifting it up and down like you were a pocket pussy of his. South didn’t care about your weight, he wasn’t a heavy weight champion for nothing so don’t underestimate him, “ Shit baby, I could feel your pussy shaping to my cock and now you’re about to cum aren’t you?” Taiju watched you babble out your words to the point they were coming out slurred. You couldn’t speak when South’s cock was reaching places you haven’t felt in a long time, thanks to his right- curved dick.
Taiju smirked at your head flying back as your arms were going limp meanwhile South wrapped his muscular arms around your waist still moving you up and down despite you going limp and mind fucked, some drool was even trailing down your mouth because of your head being back and your mouth open releasing now muffled screams in Taiju’s hand clamped over your mouth, “ Shit, she’s a creamer and screamer, can’t forget a squirter too.” South squeezed his eyes shut followed by a loud groan escaping his mouth, he came into the condom that was pathetically wrapped around his cock, “ Really now? Let’s see if I could—”
“ Fuck no. It’s my turn now give her to me.”, Taiju opened the car door and lifted you up into his arms to walk you to the hood of South’s car. “ You’re okay, little strawberry?” You nodded your head sluggishly, “ m’not done but yes I’m okay now fuck me.” Taiju hummed and unbuckled his pants to free his hard, aching cock onto your wet pussy— legs cocked open revealing the most prettiest pussy he ever seen, “ Fuck, she’s so pretty covered in your wetness.” To get his point across even more, he slid his index finger over your pussy to hold it up to your mouth, “ See how sticky she is, gonna make this pussy mine tonight.”
Taiju was a man of a few words but whenever he did speak, his words were absolute because his cock was driving you crazy as he fucked you on top of the car you’re desperately trying to hold on to. His hips smacked into yours, not giving a damn if people heard the loud smacking noises your bodies created as they slapped into each other. Each time he fucked into you, the car rocked with South chuckling in the back seat with his phone in his hand, he was on the phone with Mikey asking him if he’s up for fighting in benkei’s gym with him. Taiju paid no attention to his loud voice because of your moans drowning out South’s annoying voice, “ nngh! Wanna cum, wanna cu-uhnmmm.”
“ Cum on my dick, strawberry. Make a mess of my cock baby. Need that pussy squirting and creaming on me. Come on, I know you could give me what I want. Fuck!”, Taiju groaned as he leaned over you with his chin on your head while one of his hands were on your head and another one was on your thighs— printing his hand into your thigh from how tight he was gripping the fat of your thigh. Nothing but his chest was in your view and you loved it even if he had his white dress shirt on. Once his cock started to make its way to kiss your cervix you were glad you came before that because you knew that would’ve hurt you if he ended up kissing it. Taiju stopped and came inside of you when you came on his cock causing him to dent South’s hood by how hard he banged his falling hand from your head on it. Both of your moans and groans plus South vulgar language in all three languages he speaks fluently in were heard due to the effect of Taiju fucking up his car. Your friends weren’t even thought about as your squirting came out in white and clear water because of his cum and your cream mixed together.
“ Oh shut the fuck up, I’ll fix it.”
☆ᩧ  Tokyo Manji Gang ୨ ♡l
Your kids were growing a little bigger as the months flew by. It's now April and when you moved to Tokyo it was in the middle of January. They formed bonds with Emma’s son and the men you formed relations with. So when your babies were over for their week, you loved spending time with them and the men and women who stop by your house. Mikey and Amethyst always got into it over the dorayaki he got her hooked on by bringing them over and asking if you could make some from scratch. Sapphire loved riding on Hanma’s or Mochi’s neck or backs. During your week with them, it was nothing but fun and extraordinary things happening, reasons why they plan on getting their dad to move across or next to you, on the other side .
They love when it’s your week because you're the most fun out of the two. You were a little strict when needed but they knew to get their acts together quickly. They loved the house, friends, and most of all, you. So whenever they have to leave, like now, they always get a little sad until Kazutora- who you met at his pet shop- promised to show them the baby bobcat they recently placed in their pet shop. Instantly brighten up their faces, you whispered a thank you to him as he and Chifuyu hugged your baby dolls.
You’ve recently been getting so down and sad whenever they leave and this was one of the moments that the Toman crew got to witness with their own eyes, it was almost sad with how moppy you became, but when Mikey came up with a plan every piece of sympathy escaped the men as they came up with a plan to get your smile or cheeks brightened again, a great plan considering the way your mid-thigh, purple sundress sat on your figure just right with your light purple Steve Madden strap heels to match.
Sex and comfort was Mikey’s plan and it was working as he watched Kazutora and Baji lick your pussy at the same time, tongues knocking into each other several times as you tongue fucked you and hakkai kissing your lips to stop your moans from getting any louder not that they minded. He watched as Draken and Mitsuya spoke about their plans with the vacation getaway they were planning, but Manjirou wasn’t paying attention or going if you’re not. He wanted you there, so that’s why he thought this master plan of his was actually smart. As soon as you started to kiss Mikey before this current situation, you forgot what you were sad about. Your emotions didn’t exactly flip right then and there, after all it took Mikey whispering sweet sayings to you as he and Sanzu laid you down.
“ She’s such a loud moaner, wanna see if we can make her scream?”, Nahoya says to his brother Souya as a bet between them until Hanma decided to join in their conversation, “ 10 yen if I make her scream?” You couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation because baji’s tonhue ring was vibrating against your clit and you couldn’t hear anything but that, well at least you thought you could hear the vibrations from the momentum of his tongue flicking up and down your clit in a long oval taking in the beauty of pussy eating right in front of his eyes. Kazutora and, now, Chifuyu watched with gleaming eyes at how your body squirmed under their holds as Keisuke fucked his tongue piercing all over your pussy. The slurping sounds got louder as he proudly stuffed his face back in your pussy, not letting up even if you thrashed around with loud muffled moans contributing to your brain becoming mushy.
“ Fuck, she’s so fucking volumptous every where, even her pussy is volumptous, wan’ my turn too so Keisuke hurry the hell up!”, Pah chin says forgetting about Yuki for a moment until he heard her voice on the other side of the phone telling him to hold the phone up straight so she could see. She was too busy out with Senju and Yuzuha so she couldn’t participate with all the men of Toman like that but luckily Pah-chin was ever so the loving husband— deciding to FaceTime her so her and the girls could see what they were missing. Keisuke felt your fingers in his hair, yanking and pulling on his ponytail eagerly trying to get yourself off faster and he wasn’t having it, so he stopped and smirked at your head rising up from the sofa in hurt and confusion.
“ Sorry princess, can’t let you cum so fast yet, need you whining on our cocks begging to cum over and over again”, Keisuke says as he rises up from his knees.
Mitsuya chuckled before pitching in himself, “ She’s so damn beautiful when she cums, her little lip bite she does before screaming out will always get me going.”
Draken laughed and nodded his head in agreement while Takemichi blushed as he looked at you with your brown nipples out and your sundress bunched up on your tummy—your pussy was on full display. Your pussy was the prettiest he's ever seen, especially with someone who’s hairy, not bush wise yet not that he wouldn’t or they wouldn’t mind but it looks like it’s growing hair on it. “ She’s so beautiful.” A hand was placed on his shoulder as Takemichi stared at your body lifting up and down due to the oxygen you let in and out, “ Easy, we’re just getting started Takemichi.” Kisaki, a man Takemichi would’ve never thought he’d befriend but here we are. The final timeline was something he hardly discussed with anyone other than Mikey and possibly Chifuyu, he so badly wanted to say that you weren’t a part of the final timeline but damn you were a fine ass edition so why would he worry or complain.
Indeed it was the beginning because after Pah and Pey both took turns spitting on your pussy and eating you out, the twins were now fucking you while Sanzu had his cock in your mouth. You didn’t care about anything except getting fucked without any mercy from nahoya and mercy from Souya, they were ying and yin while fucking into both ends, courtesy to Draken for using his fingers to prep your ass to take Nahoya’s thick 7 inch cock. Your gags and moans were music to everyone’s ear, especially the man who’s holding your head as he fucked into your mouth while your body was stuck in between Angry and Smiley. “ Fuck, she’s a fucking pro at taking and sucking dick. Toman’s little fuck doll.”, Sanzu moaned as he threw his head back.
“ More like Toman’s pretty little Milf, fuck, I wonder what the others would say once they found out she’s milked almost everyone in this room by now. Such a naughty older slut we got our fingers on and in boys.”, Hanma boasts with a loud laugh following making the others roll their eyes at his foolishness. Once they heard the loud slapping and choking noises coming from them fucking into your body, they knew the only thing on your mind was the word dick and they were right. It was like an repeated echo in your mind because of how fucked your mind was. Soon after them though, Kisaki and Hanma both got a turn and you couldn’t take Hanma’s cock in your pussy, he was possibly the largest out of everyone but not larger than south and Taiju whom you had before. His big hands were imprinted on your thighs as he held you up, fucking you against the edge of the table, creaks of it scrapping the floor as he fucked his cum into you. The same cum Kisaki slurped out of you before spitting it back on your pussy and devouring you, “ Too much. Too much. Ahhn.” Your moans were music to Kisaki’s ears.
you managed to still hold on for Mikey’s and the Baji trio. Mikey has his cock in your pussy now and Baji had his cock in your ass at the same time of you switching between Chifuyu and Kazutora, either sucking their cocks or giving them handjobs. Mikey groaned as he felt your pussy tightly clench onto him as he sloppily thrusts his hips forward and backwards, him and Baji moving at different paces torturing your pussy and ass, “ Fuck yeah, bunny. So fucking good for me and my friends aren’t you? Wanna know something, my brothers gonna be pissed I got you first, even my older brother who I- fuck! You’re milking my cock so well- I talk about you to. Good luck dealing with both, my chubby bunny. Now cum f’me.” And indeed you came especially hearing how his entire family wanted you. Your body shaking and creaming on their cocks made the men chuckle and moan in delight.
☆ᩧ  Yokohama Tenjiku Gang l ୨ ♡l
Izana got word from his little brother bragging about how good you treated him and his friends. He didn’t like it one bit so he ended up inviting you over to his house to teach him how to bake your famous peach cobbler you made for him when you cooked dinner that one Sunday before your kids went to their dad. He remembered getting to know you even more as you told stories about your little family and where you all were from and etc.
He remembered that night, might even got it tattooed in his mind because he remembered your outfit you wore for the lots of them. Appropriate around your children but still somewhat inappropriate around them from the way it fits your body just right. He noticed all your clothes fit your body, that’s when a light bulb came to his head and he remembered you saying you design or tailor pieces of clothing yourself.
So when he invited you over to his house to make your famous peach cobbler, he or his friends weren’t expecting to see you dressed like you were walking the runway. With a pink and black spaghetti strap dress on and black and black custom made La Parfait heels with pink frills on them, Mochi was the first to ask why you were so dressed up. Neither one of them liked your answer because who were you going on a date with?! It wasn’t anyone from Toman, considering Koko asked the questions related to them and Toman, so who?
Too bad, you couldn’t tell them because A). They didn’t want to actually know and the peach cobbler was abandoned as soon as you mentioned the man you met two months ago, Keizo Arashi. The way that you gloat about him when meeting him in his gym for the first time, pisses half of them off so that led to you being split open by Izana's large cock. His cock was a cock you never wanted to let go of, which is why it gripped which made him release a hiss— slapping your heavy tits repeatedly, “ You really think I’m gonna let you go out with my brother’s friend when I could do more for you than he ever could, no matter if I’m 30. We are only seven years apart baby, don’t piss me off Mahal.”
You felt like your tits were gonna be sore after he and the Haitanis’ get done with them. They’re mouths were glued to each tit after he slapped them. Rindou’s tongue ring was enough to make you whimper and moan while grabbing his blue and yellow mullet without a care in the world. Ran’s mouth was the total opposite of how Rindou made you feel but you still loved him sucking on your tit until milk suddenly leaked out causing him to happily suck on your bouncing tit even more. Ran moaned in delight as he sucked out the milk of your tits, “ Still lactating after all these years, baby doll. Everyday I become more obsessed with you”. You tried to push him off in embarassment, but Izana grabbed your hands in his pulling them down to your stomach as he fucked into you missionary style, “ no, no, it’s so embarrassing but feel so go-ouuuuhhdah.”
“ Good. Be embarrassed, the more humiliated you are, the more your pussy grips my cock just perfect, pretty baby. You’re such a pretty slut who loves to put on a fake persona, aren’t you?”, Izana asks as he snaps his hips into your thighs. Before you could wail out your answer, a presence clouded around you whilst squinting your eyes, “ Mind if I fuck your mouth like the whore that you are.” Your pussy spasms on Izana’s cock making him moan as his white curly hair stuck to his face as it ran with the sweat forming on his forehead, “ Shit! This cougar pussy loves to be degraded, yeah.” Mochi tapped your chin with his huge, heavy dick telling you to open up as he saw your mind start to get foggy as you babbled about needing more like you were casting a spell. You glady opened your mouth and took his cock inside of it. Mochi took in a breathe during the time of your throat taking him in, the gags on his cock made him throw his head back, “ fuck yeah, slut. You’re taking my cock in so well, wan’ more don’t cha?” When you stupidly tried to answer with your mouth, more gags and muffles were vibrating his cock making everyone laugh at your stupidity.
Muto rose up from his seat with Koko and Inupi following behind, “ She’s so stupid. Can’t even answer because her mouth and pussy is being stuffed so well that she can’t speak or form correct sentences. Such a pity for a beautiful woman like yourself. Such a toy, our fuck toy.” Muto wanted to fuck your ass so he waited until Izana came deep inside of your pussy not caring about any consequences, your pussy was too good for him to pull out or fuck with a condom, “ Squeezing me so tight, darling. My little Angel is gonna make me cum. Fu-uhhghhh.” Mochi was next to cum deep inside of your mouth not caring how animalistic his groan was.
You thought you could catch a breath but Muto already had his hands on your body when everyone separated from you, the tit that Ran was sucking on was sore and sensitive to touch right now. Muto lifted you up in his arms and walked you to the couch to sit down with you still having your legs wrapped around him, “ Ride me in reverse, might cum too fast looking at your pretty ass face.” You giggled before getting up to get in the reverse cowgirl position, looking back at him as you grabbed his freed, long cock in your hands. Sliding your pussy on his cock was a magnificent view for Muto as it was for Koko and Inupi standing on the side of you two. You teased Muto at first as your hand still held his cock while slipping him in and out, gaining an irritated grunt from him until he grabbed your hips to slam your down on his cock causing your eyes to go wide and your mouth to scream out curse words. The impact of his cock inside of you was stretching and painful, he’s up there with fucking South, so you couldn’t move just yet because he was letting you catch your breathe again, “ See what teasing me do. Make me wanna make you scream and cry in pleasure on my dick.”
Before you know it, your body was bent down in a all fours position whilst Muto pounded into you with Koko recording the entire thing for himself, fuck everyone else because when you have to pratically manage Manjirou’s finance it was a lot of stress for him and Kisaki, so he needed this. Muto loved the way your ass jiggle as he thrusted up into you, “ The greatest ass I ever seen, just wanna fuck you all day to see it, may even wanna fuck it soon.” Your moans were muffled and what you were saying was gibberish so Muto bent down a little to lift you up to bring you into his chest so now your back was to his sweaty chest while his head was on your shoulders breathing in your intoxicating scent. Koko came closer with his cock now out, “ What was that? Couldn’t hear what you were trying to say, don’t tell me you’re becoming senile already, you’re only in your late 30s. But if you’re not senile, prove it to me and the camera audience.”
You didn’t care about what he was saying, you just needed something in your mouth fast or else you’ll wake their neighbors up especially since your pus A is starting to get sloppier and wetter which means, “ Holy shit, she’s squirting. The pretty bunny is squirting on Muto’s dick nonstop, can’t wait for my turn, so hurry up Muto!” A new voice, Shion, the man who was edging himself this entire time. Muto snapped his hips up three more times, cumming inside of you. You were now stuffed with two of their cum and you somehow felt like your younger self again, in other words, a young cum slut again. Muto grip on your hips were gonna make a dark purple bruise on your sable skin, but you were too busy silent screaming as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your mouth opened in a little O. Koko captured all of it and now he was capturing it up close with his cock getting worked by your hand as the Haitanis’ and inui took you together. The fact that you were getting fucked in both holes recklessly tells them what type of slut you were back then.
Ran and Rindou loved how well you were sucking their dicks inside of your pussy and prepared ass, thanks to Shion who fingered and ate your ass. Shion slobbering all over your puckering hole was a little embarrassing for you since everyone was watching but it felt so good so you moved the embarrassment to the back of your head. So he was finally useful for something after all these years and that was opening you up for Ran to shove his cock inside of your ass proudly and loudly too. Rindou’s cock had lots of girth so it was hard for him to fuck into you without hurting you until you declared, “ Wan’ more. Rindou please fuck me, stretch me I don’t care. Need more. Ahhghn.” Rindou took that as a go to slam inside of you at the same time of his brother slamming inside of you from below. Soon they both found cadence, so when Inupi came from the side to grab your head to let you suck him, everything fell into place like dominos.
Inupi was trying to hold his whimpers and moans back until Koko reached to slap his hands, “ No. No. Let her hear how amazing that slut of a mouth she has is.” And he did by grabbing your hair tightly in his clutch as his long but skinny cock moved inside of your mouth like he never wanted it to stop. Your moans from how hard and fast the Haitani brothers were fucking you was cut off by Inupi slamming his cock inside of your spit bubbles filled mouth. Fuck your face was getting messier as your mascara poured down your eyes and snot started to form, fuck you were so messy and that only turned Inupi and everyone else on even more. Your phone ringing non stop wasn’t even heard because of how much everyone was moaning, groaning, or screaming. Izana held your phone with a devilish smile on your face while looking at the caller ID with Benkei’s name appearing and disappearing from how much he was calling you. “Too late she’s with us now.”
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Manjirou invited you over to his house again, this time it was only him so you were really excited. He wanted to watch you cook him your grandma’s Sunday dinner you rave about. He couldn’t focus on anything you had to say because he was just watching you cook with your pink polka dot apron that had “Hot Cook” on it. He was about to ask you a question about the macaroni and cheese but he got interrupted by Izana yelling his name all throughout the house trying to find where he was at.
Manjirou was annoyed he got cut off from his time alone with you so he and Izana were arguing and while they were arguing the doorbell rang again. You were debating if you wanted to get it but eventually you did because they kept arguing about you and other things. As you opened the door, three men including Benkei stood there.
Your action of hugging Benkei caused the other two men to be confused and jealous. After the hug, they all went inside and so Benkei introduced you to his friends. Handshakes came from Wakasa and Shinichiro while Takeomi tried to hug you just to feel your boobs squished against his chest. Mikey didn’t like the way the older men stared at you like you were the only person in the room. It irked Izana as well, seeing Shinichiro's eyes linger on your ass as you walked away to turn off the stove.
Great decision to turn off the stove and oven because you were being bent over the table by Shinichiro grabbing your hair as a cigarette hung from his mouth, “ Such a beauty you all were hiding from us.” Benkei’s tongue explored the inside of your mouth while both hands were occupied by Takeomi and Walasa’s cocks. Your jeans you wore were somewhere on the floor and the shirt completely ripped due to Takeomi’s hands so now you were only being fucked from behind with a apron on. Spit dripped down your chin as you tongue kissed Benkei so passionately as Mikey and his, final timeline, Toman gang sat on chairs, floor, and couches. All have their eyes on you getting fucked by people older than you. “ Mmphff.” Wakasa chuckled at you desperately moaning in the heated kiss you and his best friend shared, “Hear that, she’s enjoying this so much, did her body shudder from the touch of your hands… from the silence I could tell it didn’t so watch and learn boys.”
Shin yanked your hair in your hairstyle some more and pushed his long, hard cock inside of you. His baggy pants were on his ankles as he fucked you with skin to skin contact. His skin pumped fresh blood of excitement because he was fucking a Milf and he always wanted to fuck one, older or younger than him, he didn’t care. “ Shit! Her pussy is still so tight and comfortable after fucking every last one of you here. Such great pussy that you should treat as a prize every day. I always taught you guys right? Manjirou and Izana? To treat women like the best damn person to walk on earth and now I’m teaching you how to treat their pussies like the greatest prize you’ll ever get.” Manjirou gulped while Izana nodded his head, rolling his eyes after before speaking, “ You have a lot of nerve fucking my woman Shinichiro. Right in front of me.”
Shinchiro chuckled as he leaned down to your ear—stretching his arms to place his hands across your neck, squeezing it just right and not too tight, “ Little brother already claimed you huh? Benkei, how do you feel about this?” Benkei released your lips from his teeth since he was biting your lips as you moaned from the impact of Shinichiro’s hips smacking against yours at a steady and hard pace. Arashi’s cock was right in front of your face and you tried to reach to lick it but Shinichiro grabbed your hair and pulled your back depriving you of getting to lick his cock. You wanted to cry because you wanted him inside of your mouth so bad and Shinichiro was stopping you. Benkei gulped as he looked at you trying to suppress your moans and tears from falling out your eyes, “ She knows who she belongs with, so I feel good especially knowing that she’s choosing me after all of this is done.”
Soon after, Shinichiro pulled out and let Benkei take you to the couch that wasn’t sat on at all since Manjirou oddly enough had three couches in his living room. Once they did, you found yourself being spilt open by Wakasa and Benkei. Your hair was so messy from the hairstyle you had it in and your teary eyes were so watery that Takeomi almost felt bad for you as he fucked into your mouth, “ Mmmph, mmnnn, I cwn’tttmmmgh.” Double penetration was so hot and had you moaning like a bitch in heat. On top of that, Takeomi’s hair was down and sticking to his forehead so beautifully that you tried to keep eye contact with him as he pistol into your mouth with no care if your throat can take him, “ She’s so fucking pretty taking my dick down her throat like this, should frame it. So, Hanma get your ass over here to take a photo with your camera, you don’t mind right doll?” You tried to nod your head yes, but he just snapped his hips to your mouth causing you to gag loudly making the men inside of the living room groan and moan at your gags, “ my bad, thought you wanted more of my dick in you.” His pubic hairs were touching the sides of your mouth and nose from how deep he was inside of your mouth. And you loved it.
Benkei basked in the glory of your pussy taking all of his dick like a vixen at the same time of Wakasa fucking into your tight ass from above with one leg on the couch. Shinichiro was twisting your nipples causing more tears to fall because they still hurt from three days ago with the Haitani brothers sucking and playing with them. Benkei felt his dick getting wetter with your juices and moaned at the feeling of your warmth around him, “ Haven’t had pussy like this in a long ass time. Wanna get you pregnant so bad.” You moaned at his words because you were the most beautiful while pregnant and plus you loved the praise coming from him the most. It was him and Mitsuya praises that mean something to you. Wakasa gripped your neck with his hand, feeling Takeomi’s dick print moving in and out of you. Excitement from that, Wakasa happily plunged into your gaping ass, “ Say you want him to breed you, Princess. Wanna hear you loud and clear even if it’s through choked moans.” You shook your head, too embarrassed to say anything with a huge ass dick in your mouth slapping your uvula multiple times. Hanma was sitting on the other side of you taking pictures of this entire situation with a chilling smile on his face. Fuck, you looked so photogenic right now, well always really since he’s been taking pictures of you a lot lately.
Benkei and Wakasa slapped each of your cheeks with one of their hands creating more ripples and prints on your ass. You screamed and choked on Takeomi’s cock causing him to throw his head back in pure ecstasy, “ Fuck think m’bout to cum down her tight little throat.” Shinichiro tapped him as Benkei’s arms wrapped around your waist holding you in place as he pounded into you at a faster pace than before— Wakasa catching on and matching his pace. Their balls slapping against each other as they fucked into you, “ Let her speak a little but keep it in her mouth, wanna see her struggle to form words out her pretty, hot mouth.”
And he did just that, pulling half of his dick to hear Benkei now say it, “say you want us to breed you.” You moaned as you tried to bounce back on his cock, “ Wan’ you to brwwd meaaaa, I wanna cummmmh, want you cummmhhh.” Your words came out gibberish and you could tell it was filled with cock.
Shinichiro could tell you were enjoying yourself as if you never did, Wakasa did too which is why he spoke next, “ Would you look at that, the pretty princess acts like she never had cock this great in her entire life. Crying and slobbering everywhere while this pussy and ass gets stuffed to the brim. Seems like you all didn’t do your jobs.” Draken was the first to rebuttal, “ Fuck off, you old fuck.” Wakasa laughed and looked at him as he slapped your ass whilst holding eye contact with Draken to make him even more pissed. Wakasa's purple eyes grew more hazy as he trailed his fingers to your pudgy stomach, squeezing it causing you to squeal and choke on Takeomi’s cock causing him to cum deep inside of your throat from the vibrations of your coughs. Your hands tapped Takeomi’s thighs as he held your head while fucking his cum deep into your throat, “ Holy fuck! So fucking good f’me.”
Your vision was starting to see black spots as he held your head down. Snot was coming down your noise as much as your tears rolling down your face. God, you looked like a high class Slut. Their slut. Takeomi released you and you coughed immediately afterwards because you needed air especially since you were stuffed too much below and felt your lungs jump for air as he stuffed your mouth to the base of his cock. Takeomi and Shinichiro held your hair and tapped your cheek, Shinichiro laughed, “ So messy and pretty, so erotic and unreal as well.” Benkei fucked you with sweat rolling down his naked chest because his shirt was long discarded when he started fucking you. He could never get tired of fucking you, “ fuck!”, he moaned, not caring how he sounds, “ gonna”, feeling your pussy clench to him with a vice grip made him more feral, “ Cum inside”, Benkei lifted his hips into you, making you take all of his cock again, “ This”, your pussy was throbbing and melting his cock now, “ Pussy.”
Benkei came deep inside of you with a loud grunt of the word fuck stretch out. Soon as he did, your pussy started to make noises. Queefing noises, something you were embarrassed about yet everyone in the room knew one thing from that, you were enjoying yourself a lot more than they besides Wakasa thought. Even your cervix was moving back because of your pussy welcoming Benkei’s cum inside like no other. You couldn’t even moan because Wakasa was next to cum inside of you and with the way he rolled his hips and then snapped them into your ass was enough to leave you speechless and out of screams, “ Shit baby! Your hole wraps around my cock perfectly, couldn’t resist Cumming inside of this hole.”. Besides, you could feel your voice getting sore from how hard he was fucking it. You were breathing loudly as your cream on Arashi’s cock danced down his cock and his balls, the juices causing a funny feeling in between his ass cheeks, but he didn’t care especially with your tits in front of his face.
Shinichiro stood in Takeomi’s place with his cock out as he stroked it on your lips, “ Open, want you to take my load in your pretty little mouth, wish I could’ve came on your dreamy tits sticking out the side of that apron, but they’ll be for later.” You tiredly opened up your mouth to take his load and once his cum hit your tongue, it didn’t just hit that. His cum hit your chubby cheeks and forehead— dripping down now and surprisingly when you swallowed he tasted good, salty good, but not healthy due to cigarettes and beer. He turned to his brothers and their friends with a chibi smirk on his face, “ Guess we know which group is better. Just look at how tired and happy she is falling asleep on Arashi’s chest.”
Baji and Kazutora wanted to fight him because they both did the same thing with Chifuyu as well and Baji started to yell but was shushed by Benkei and Mitsuya. They stared at each other before nodding to one another afterwards. It’s obvious who you chose out of all of them.
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bergandysam · 8 months
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Kim Seokjin Fic Recs
‼️18+ minors DNI, if you choose to anyways, PLEASE be careful. try to heed our warnings, we have them for a reason‼️
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he’s insanely good looking your honour
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sugarcoated-lame · 7 months
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Life’s A Beach | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader
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Single Dad!Bradley x Reader
This is the second installment of my single dad Bradley miniseries | part one | library blog
Summary: A few weeks have passed since meeting Bradley and Caroline, and what better way to spend time with the adorable father-daughter duo again than a day at the beach?
WC: 6K
Warnings: all of my works are 18+ minors DNI, shirtlessbradleyshirtlessbradleyshirtlessbradley, reader wears a bikini but there are no descriptions of body size/shape, mentions of food/eating, mutual pining, like one tiny mention of smut towards the end if you squint, I don’t really think there’s much else this is literally just straight up fluff, dilf Bradley just being the absolute sweetest, this part is much longer than the first bc I already had it written and then couldn’t help myself from adding almost 3k words while editing oops, once again I suck at titles and summaries :)
a/n: the header for this chapter was my first attempt at making a mood board, I hope y’all like it :) I love Dadley Dadshaw™️ and little Caroline so much, I couldn’t stop smiling while writing this chapter of pure fluff! If you enjoy it, please comment/reblog feedback is always appreciated. Thank you for reading! <3
You’re checking yourself in the mirror for probably the twentieth time when your phone buzzes with a text alerting you that Bradley is outside. You’d spent an embarrassing amount of time this morning trying on countless swimsuits in an attempt to find the perfect one.
It’s a sunny Saturday afternoon and with Bradley having the day off, and Caroline done with school for the weekend, he’d invited you to join them for a day at the beach. Since meeting them at the mall a few weeks ago when you’d helped reunite the father-daughter duo after the little girl had gotten lost, you’d maintained pretty regular communication.
The two of you had been texting almost daily, chatting about your days and getting to know each other a little better, and you were delighted to find out that Bradley did not, in fact, have a wife. He’d send you silly pictures of him and Caroline that never failed to make you smile even after a shitty day, and left you wondering how someone could still be so attractive while making the stupidest faces. 
He told you a bit about his job — as not just a pilot like his daughter had told you when you met, but a fighter pilot, a naval aviator — and you told him about yours. You talked about your respective hobbies, favorite movies and your tastes in music among other things. Anything and everything that had come to mind, really.
Talking to Bradley was always easy. And there was definitely a bit of flirting. Okay, maybe a lot of flirting.
You’d also talk to Caroline too. She and Bradley had FaceTimed you a few times over the weeks and she’d update you all about how she was enjoying preschool so far, telling you that her daddy cried when he dropped her off on her first day — though, Bradley insists that he didn't — and about the new friends she’s made, before always asking when she’d get to see you again. You’d promised her, soon.
You’ve been pretty swamped with work, but you’re excited — if not a little anxious — to see them again. Though you hadn’t gotten another chance to see Bradley in person since that first day at the mall, your crush on him had grown exponentially. He was funny, charming, an amazing father to the sweetest little girl, and not to mention incredibly good looking.
Even through an iPhone camera, Bradley always looked so effortlessly gorgeous, his boyish smile and pretty eyes never failing to give you butterflies. You’d have to actively try not to swoon all the times he’d called you ‘sweetheart’ or said you looked pretty over FaceTime. 
You could tell the mustached man liked you too, if his shameless flirting was anything to go by. He was too charming for his own good and he never seemed to fail to paint a blush on your cheeks. So, you want to make sure you look good when you join him and his daughter at the beach today.
You’d settled on a black bikini, the longline triangle top big enough to cover you up with enough cleavage to still be sexy, and the bottoms a little high waisted, the side strings pulled up high on your hips to accentuate your curves. You’d let your hair fall loose and flowing, and put on a light dusting of makeup.
After receiving Bradley’s text, you quickly throw on a matching black cover-up that ties at the front, your favorite pair of shorts and some flip flops, grabbing your bag and heading out the door.
Bradley’s waiting for you, leaned up against the side of his classic blue Bronco in a white and baby blue floral Hawaiian shirt — which you’ve learned over the last few weeks that he seems to own quite an array of, a pair of dark gray swim trunks that show off his muscular calves, and a pair of aviators shielding his eyes from the early afternoon sun.
His tanned features only seem to glow in the bright light of the sun, and as you watch Bradley’s face light up with a grin when he sees you, sandy curls blowing in the slight breeze, you have to clench your teeth to keep your jaw from dropping. God, he’s gorgeous.
“Hey, sweetheart. How are you?”
Bradley pulls you into a hug as soon as you reach him, and you happily wrap your arms around him. Inhaling his delicious scent and relishing in his warmth as you tell him that you’re doing good, before asking how he’s been too.
“I’ve been good, thanks. You look beautiful.” Bradley compliments you with a growing smirk once he releases you. You’re going to have to get used to the blush that seems to permanently reside over your cheeks whenever you are in his presence.
“You look– good too…” You trail off shyly, lips lifting into a sheepish grin as you push back some strands of hair that had blown in your face from the breeze, looking down at your sandal-clad feet. 
Flirting with Bradley was much easier over text. You’re just thankful that his eyes are currently covered by his sunglasses, unsure if you’d be able to handle his deep, honeyed gaze on you right now without your knees buckling.
Bradley chuckles at your shyness, he loves how easily he can make you flush.
“Come on, I know someone is very excited to see you.” He places a gentle hand at the small of your back and leads you to the passenger side of the Bronco, opening the door for you. Your skin tingles with warmth where his hand had touched you as you climb into the passenger seat and Bradley closes the door for you.
Immediately upon entering the truck, you’re met with a high-pitched yell of your name. You turn around to see Caroline, all tucked into her car seat, sandy curls tied up in pigtails, and a tiny pair of aviator sunglasses that match her dad’s over her eyes. She really is Bradley's mini-me and you don’t think she could get any cuter.
“Hey, sweet pea!” She’d told you when you called her that on one of your FaceTime calls that that was her favorite nickname because peas are her favorite vegetable.
“You ready for a beach day?” You inquire happily, to which Caroline replies with a toothy grin and excited squeals of affirmation. She lifts her little aviators up onto the top of her head as she talks excitedly to you, while Bradley chuckles and begins to drive.
The two of you spend the entire drive to the beach chatting animatedly, Bradley chiming in here and there, but mostly just enjoying listening to the way you happily field the kind of questions and roundabout rambling that can only come from a four-year old. 
He swears that his heart is going to explode out of his chest seeing how great you are with his daughter. How much Caroline already seems to love you, and how much you seem to love her too.
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Upon arriving at the beach and finding a spot for the Bronco in the moderately crowded lot, Bradley quickly leaps out of the driver’s side to open your door for you, eliciting a bashful smile and quiet ‘thanks’ from you as he takes your hand in his much larger one to help you down.
When your feet are safely on the ground and he’s closed the door behind you, Bradley makes his way to the back door to help Caroline — who is bouncing her little legs and practically vibrating with excitement – out of her car seat. 
The three of you make your way up to the beach, Bradley carrying a large cooler that he procured from the trunk. And while you try your hardest to not drool over his impressive arms, you hold a large tote that’s filled to the brim with a blanket, towels, Caroline’s countless beach toys, and an umbrella sticking out of the top in one hand, and Caroline’s smaller hand in your free one. 
It’s only a short walk, and the second your feet touch the sand, Caroline’s little hand releases yours as she bounds ahead of you and her father in search of a good spot to set up.
Bradley lets out an exasperated sigh and lifts up his sunglasses, sharp eyes trained ahead to follow his daughter’s bouncing pigtails as she runs along the busy beach. “God, she’s really gotta stop doing that.”
Holding back a giggle — because you know firsthand that Caroline wandering off is a fairly common occurrence — you look up at Bradley with a sympathetic pout.
“Yeah, but if she didn’t do that, you never would’ve met me.” You shrug matter-of-factly, lips tugging up at the corner on their own accord. 
Bradley can’t help but chuckle at that. 
“I guess that’s true,” the playful smirk growing on your face draws a matching one onto his lips. “But, sooner or later, she’s gonna give her old man a heart attack.”
You join him in his laughter as you continue walking toward the empty spot where you see Caroline has stopped, bouncing on her feet and waiting for the two of you with an adorable toothy grin. 
“You’re not that old.” With a playful roll of your eyes, you lightly smack his shoulder.
Once everything is set up – the blanket laid out along the sand and held down at the corners by the heavy cooler and the tote, the large beach umbrella creating a nice bit of shade, and Caroline’s various toys already scattered about — Bradley kicks off his flip flops and reaches up to begin unbuttoning his Hawaiian shirt. Dropping his aviators onto the blanket along with it, leaving him in just his dark gray swim shorts with his torso bare. 
Whoa. You thought he was hot with his clothes on, but you nearly went into shock upon seeing him without them. You knew Bradley was obviously in shape — you could see that even under the Hawaiian shirts and soft looking Navy tees he always wore over Facetime – but you didn’t know he was that muscular.
All golden skin and rippling muscles, broad shoulders and strong arms. Almost ridiculously toned abs and thick thighs leading down to shapely legs, Bradley looked like he was sculpted by the gods. Though he was a father, he certainly did not have a ‘dad bod’. You guessed that his elite naval training must be to thank for that.
In the hopes of distracting yourself — and to stop yourself from frothing at the mouth over Bradley’s physique, you decide to focus on applying the sunscreen that you also found in Bradley’s beach bag. You remove your cover-up and shimmy out of your shorts, already enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun blanketing the newly exposed skin.
Holy shit, Bradley has to stop himself from saying out loud as he catches a view of you in your bikini. 
The way that the black fabric fits your body perfectly, just a hint of your plush breasts visible in the triangle top and the high-cut bottoms with little strings that cinch in at your waist accentuating your curves in all the right places, has Bradley’s heart beating faster and his cheeks heating up with a flush that he knows is not just a product of the bright sun. 
He feels like he might start drooling at any moment as he takes in the sight of your skin – so much skin, and he wants to know if it would feel as soft as it looks, under his fingertips.
He watches in awe as you begin to apply your sunscreen, delicate hands smoothing over planes of skin, and Bradley wishes he could replace them with his own. He needs to stop ogling you before his swim trunks begin to show the evidence of just how much you’re affecting him.
When you’re finished lathering yourself in sunscreen, Bradley’s heart starts clenching in his chest for a whole different reason as you offer to help Caroline apply hers. She accepts your offer without hesitation, head nodding a mile a minute and that big grin that never fails to make Bradley’s heart melt on her sweet little face, and he swears she’s never taken to anyone — not even the Dagger Squad — so quickly.
He gazes on, eyes with wide adoration as you kneel down to meet his daughter’s height, gently – and oh so patiently – rubbing the cream onto the baby-soft skin of her arms and legs as she jumps and squirms around, her golden brown curls bouncing, the impatient four-year old ready to take off like a tornado down the beach. 
Bradley can’t help but admire the sweet smile that overtakes your face and your soft laugh as Caroline scrunches up her adorable little button nose while you apply the sunscreen to her face, and he swears his heart grows three times its size when he hears the giggles bubbling out of his little girl’s mouth as you playfully pinch her nose and let her know that you’re done.
“What do we say, Caroline?” Bradley asks his daughter before she has a chance to run off in her excitement. His tone is slightly stern and his hands are on his hips, though a smirk is tugging at the corner of his lips as he squints against the bright sun to look at his daughter who returns his gaze with a wide-eyed, almost caught-out expression.
“Thank you!” Caroline turns back to you and wraps her arms around your neck in a quick hug that makes your heart melt. 
Before you can hug her back, she races over to her dad and hugs her arms around his hips, her little head resting on his taut belly as she looks up at him with those big, brown puppy dog eyes that rival his own. 
“Can we go in the ocean, Daddy?” 
When Bradley lovingly strokes the crown of her head and grins down at her, you swear you could cry from how adorable the two of them are. “Of course we can, Bug.”
Then, Bradley lifts his little girl off the sand – and she looks so tiny in his arms – and you can’t help but giggle at the two of them as he leans down to blow raspberries on Caroline’s tummy through the fabric of her ruffly lilac bathing suit, high-pitched squeals and shrieking giggles leaving her as she flails in his hold, breathlessly yelling, “Daddy, stop!” while he continues to tickle her.
“Alright, alright. I’m done.” Bradley chuckles, only stopping when one of Caroline’s flailing limbs nearly hits him in the face. He presses a kiss to one of her flushed cheeks, and then the two of them are looking at you with matching grins. 
“You comin’, sweetheart?” The term of endearment makes your heart flutter. You glance between the two of them, holding back a laugh at the four-year old that’s buzzing with excitement in her father’s arms.
“I think I’m just gonna relax here for a bit and soak up some sun, but you two go ahead!” 
Bradley looks down to where you sit on the beach blanket with an appraising look as you smile at the two of them, a hand hovering above your squinting eyes to shield them from the sun, and you could swear you catch his eyes trailing down the line of your body for just a second before returning to yours. “You sure?”
“Yeah, you two go! Enjoy some father-daughter time.” You nod, a pretty smile on your face, and the playful wink you send his daughter has Bradley’s swim trunks feeling the slightest bit tighter again. Yeah, maybe a few minutes apart from you would do him some good.
Little does Bradley know, your reasoning for staying back is similar to his for not arguing with that. You need a moment to yourself to refrain from doing something stupid – like trying to lick his abs or climb him like a tree – if you have to be up close to him and his gorgeous body for one more second.
You relax onto the blanket, your face hidden under the shade of the umbrella as you watch Bradley take off toward the ocean with Caroline still in his arms, the little girl giggling the whole way there. 
You watch on adoringly as Bradley plays with his daughter, chasing her around on the wet sand and scooping her up in his strong arms, spinning her around and dunking her partially into the water. The two of them run through the waves, splashing each other, all smiles and laughs the entire time. 
In just the brief time that you’ve known them, it’s very easy to see that Bradley’s daughter is his whole world.
When they return a while later, Caroline sprints ahead of her dad to reach you on the blanket where you’re already waiting with a smile to hand her her beach towel that has cute little frogs printed all over it. 
Bradley reaches the two of you a few moments later and your arm freezes mid-air as you reach up to hand him a towel as well, too distracted to even ogle over his glistening, wet skin as you notice the red shade that’s beginning to take over the skin of his cheeks and his broad shoulders. 
“Bradley, you’re all red! Did you put on any sunscreen?” You question with a breathy laugh, though Bradley can see the concern in your eyes as he takes the towel from your outstretched hand and begins to dry the water droplets on his tanned skin.
Before he can respond that he had, Caroline chimes in. “Daddy says he burns if he even looks at the sun!” She exclaims through her giggles.
You laugh along with her for a moment before fixing him with that cute, sympathetic pout again that makes Bradley’s heart flutter in his chest.
Before he knows it, you’re reaching into the beach bag for the tube of sunscreen and standing to be closer to his height – though he’s still got quite a few inches on you. 
“Here, let me-” You squeeze some of the sunscreen out onto your fingers, and then your delicate hands are working the cream into the skin of Bradley’s face and his cheeks are, again, warming even more and not because of the sun. 
His skin tingles where your light touch had been, and Bradley thanks whatever gods are out there that Caroline jumps in and insists that you build a sandcastle with her before you get a chance to start working the sunscreen onto his shoulders. He doesn’t know that he could handle you touching him any longer without saying or doing something stupid.
“Thanks, sweetheart. I think I can take it from here.” Bradley’s tone is flirty as he holds a hand out for the tube of sunblock, fingers grazing yours, and his lips turn up in a smirk at the flush developing on your own cheeks as you nod back at him. And he can’t suppress the quiet chuckle at the stumble in your steps as you make your way back over to Caroline to get to work on your sandcastle. 
After applying the sunscreen to his own shoulders, Bradley sits down in the sand to join you and his daughter. 
“Daddy! We’re building the world’s biggest sandcastle!” Caroline exclaims, filling up her bucket with sand. “It’s gonna be bigger than you!”
Bradley lets out a throaty laugh, “Yeah, I’ll bet!” He looks to you and the two of you grin at each other conspiratorially. “Can I help?”
Once the three of you have built – and demolished, a la Caroline jumping straight onto it – the “biggest sandcastle she’s ever seen”, she and Bradley convince you to get in the water with them. 
You all play a game of tag in the shallows, Bradley stopping to lift his daughter out of the water every so often when there was a large wave, before you and Caroline decide to gang up on Bradley to splash him with salty seawater until he’s soaked and looking at the two of you with a pout that you want to kiss right off of his lips. 
Then, Bradley’s pout quickly morphs into a mischief-filled grin, a matching one growing on his daughter’s face as you look between them, the two of them seeming to have a sort of silent conversation. 
“What are you-” Before you can finish asking the question, you let out a yelp as a strong pair of arms wraps around your waist and lifts you into the air, both Bradley and Caroline laughing like hyenas as the four-year old begins splashing you with water, and you can’t help but laugh along with them as you squirm under Bradley’s very strong grip. 
All too soon, Bradley’s arms are releasing you, but he keeps a steadying hand on your waist as he settles you back onto your feet. His whiskey-hued eyes peering into yours and you can only gaze back, left a bit breathless, your skin set alight with butterflies where his large palm had been even when he’s no longer touching you. 
“Daddy, I’m hungry!” Caroline announces, tension in the air dissipating as she jumps up and down between the two of you, tugging on the hem of her dad’s swim trunks. 
You can breathe again as Bradley chuckles at her and finally shifts his gaze away from you, pushing back some of the wet curls that are stuck to her forehead. “Yeah, me too. Lead the way, Bug.”
The three of you make your way back up to your little setup on the beach, the little girl tugging you along with a hand wrapped in yours. 
Bradley produces a few little packs of apple slices and the three sandwiches he’d packed earlier that morning from the cooler, peanut butter and jelly – Caroline’s favorite, as you’ve learned over your many facetime calls with the father-daughter duo and giggled at the four-year old’s jelly-covered face, where you let them know they were one of your favorites too. 
“Bon appetit.” Bradley chuckles, holding out one of the plastic wrapped, diagonally cut sandwiches to you, a slightly sheepish smile coming over his mustached lips. “I know it’s not much, but-” 
You cut him off with a shake of your head before he can finish his statement, and meet him with a sincere grin. “It’s perfect.”
He hands Caroline the one sandwich that has the crusts cut off and a packet of apple slices, and then pulls out an ice cold bottle of water for each of you, and a juicebox for his daughter. 
While Caroline sweetly asks you to put the straw into her juicebox for her, Bradley pulls out one last thing from the cooler that has your heart leaping in your chest when you turn to notice him place something down in front of you. 
A bottle of your favorite iced tea. Something you’d never explicitly mentioned to him, but that Bradley had noticed you always seemed to be drinking on your video calls with them. It’s such a simple gesture, and yet you feel like you could cry at the sweetness of it. 
Bradley’s chest swells with pride as you pin him with a bright smile, eyes full of adoration. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you, sweetheart.” Bradley sends you a wink that sends your heart into overdrive as he takes a bite out of his sandwich. 
Bradley admires the two of you as he sits and eats his PB&J. His daughter is once again talking at you a mile a minute in that adorable, roundabout way that only little kids do as you follow along enthusiastically with a smile, you gently wiping jelly from Caroline’s face with a wet napkin and making sure that she drinks her water when you notice her cheeks getting a bit flushed.
“Just like her daddy.” He listens to you tell Caroline with a playful shake of your head, and the wink you send in his direction has Bradley swearing internally that he’s going to die, and he can’t help but think that he’d be more than happy to do this all the time. 
After spending a while longer on the beach – you and Bradley sat on the large blanket chatting and watching Caroline play and build her own little castles with her pail and shovel, the three of you jumping in the water one more time, and you hiding your snickers behind your hand while Bradley tries to convince Caroline that it is not a good idea to bury him in the sand – the sun is just beginning to set. 
And though he doesn’t want this day to end, Bradley decides it’s time to head home when he notices his four-year old rubbing her eyes and starting to yawn every couple of minutes.
You help him pack everything up and then the three of you make the trek back to the car, Caroline half asleep on her dad’s broad shoulders, while you walk close by Bradley’s side in a peaceful silence.
Caroline falls asleep almost instantly once Bradley gets her settled into the Bronco in her car seat, and you can’t help but coo at the adorable little girl when you turn back to look at her from the passenger seat. 
The drive back to your apartment is a peaceful one, the sun still setting and bathing everything it touches in its dying golden glow — including Bradley — and you find it hard not to stare at his exquisite side profile as he bops his head along to the classic songs that play quietly from the radio as the two of you chat idly, low enough to not wake up the sleeping little girl in the backseat.
When the Bronco comes to a stop in front of your apartment, the sky has almost fully darkened and neither you or Bradley move for a long few moments, neither one of you really wanting to say goodbye, not quite ready for this perfect day to end yet.
Bradley clears his throat and turns his gaze to you with that boyish, mustached grin that sends butterflies coursing through your system and the smile you meet him with is an easy one. 
“Thank you for coming today,” Bradley’s voice is quiet, raspy and deep and heat pools in your tummy as he continues to speak. “Caroline had a blast. She really likes you.”
His statement has you glancing back at the sleepy four-year old and beaming with adoration when you turn back to reply, “I really like her too. And, I had a great time. Thanks for inviting me.” 
Bradley’s smile turns more playful as he nods his head, his honey brown eyes peering deep into your own as he quietly speaks again. “I really like you too.” 
With the pulsing in your ears from your heart practically beating out of your chest, it takes you a few long seconds to reply and all you can manage to get out is a whispered “Yeah, me too…” 
Your voice trails off and and your smile turns sheepish, gaze tilted down toward your lap to hide the obvious flush you know is blooming on your cheeks.
Bradley’s grin only broadens, eyes full of mirth at your sudden shyness.
“Can I walk you to your door?” His deep voice sends a shiver down your spine and you don’t really trust yours to be steady with him looking at you like that, so you simply nod in response. 
After Bradley checks behind him to see that his daughter is still sleeping soundly in the backseat, he unbuckles his seatbelt and quietly hops out of the Bronco. He quickly makes his way over to the passenger side to open the door for you and help you down from his truck.
With one last look through the window at Caroline, Bradley locks up the Bronco and you begin the short walk to your door. The two of you are trailing along the concrete path slowly, Bradley’s palm hovering at the small of your back to guide you and warming your skin through the thin fabric of your cover-up. 
You hesitate when you reach your front door, leaning your back against the hardwood to face Bradley, still not quite ready to cut your time with him short. 
Peering up at him through your lashes, you thank Bradley before letting him know again, “I really had a great time today.”
“Yeah, me too, sweetheart.” You could swear he’s really trying to kill you every time he uses that nickname. “We should definitely do this again sometime.” 
Your voices are both still quiet, as if to not disturb the peaceful, but intense atmosphere that’s built around the two of you.
“Yes, we should.” You nod your head, bottom lip caught between your teeth as Bradley’s eyes peers into yours, pools of molten honey searching your expression. 
Whatever he’s looking for, he seems to find it. One of his big hands reaches up to cup your cheek, large palm splaying across the smooth skin and long fingers reaching into your hair, and he loves the way you instantly lean into his warm touch. 
Bradley just admires you for a long moment, his heavy gaze trailing down from your pretty eyes to your plush lips, further to where your chest is rapidly rising up and down under your sheer cover-up as your breath quickens, and then back up again to see the look of want in your dilated eyes. 
When he can no longer take the tension that’s been building up between you all day, Bradley takes a step closer, leaving only a few inches between the two of you. He leans down and the hand on your cheek guides your lips up to meet his in a kiss that’s sweet, but firm, and all-consuming. 
Your lips move softly against his, one of your hands lifting up to wrap around the wrist of his hand that still cups your face. His pulse under your fingertips grounding you as you sigh into the kiss, and you think you could get lost in him. 
His lips, gentle and languid as they press against your own, the hairs of his mustache tickling your skin, and the comforting scent of him surrounding you — the spicy cologne that still lingers on his clothes, a hint of sweat mixed with the fresh, beachy scent from a day spent on the sand and sea, and something that’s just Bradley.  
When Bradley deepens the kiss, lips moving more fervently against your own, your resulting whimper has him crowding you against the door, no longer an inch of space left between your bodies as his broad chest presses against yours, his free hand coming to grip at your waist.  
Bradley’s tongue trails the seam of your lips, begging for entrance that you grant him without resistance, swallowing his deep groan as your free hand reaches up to his hair. Your fingers tangle into the strands, his waves extra defined from the salty sea water, fluffy from the beach and now, you. 
As your tongue glides along with his, Bradley’s strong hands now both squeeze at your waist, trailing down your sides until they reach the backs of your thighs. He effortlessly lifts you into his strong arms, never breaking the kiss, and your legs wrap around his waist as the weight of his body presses you harder into your front door. 
Things continue on like this — for minutes or hours, you’re not quite sure as you completely lose yourself in the feeling of Bradley’s kiss — only getting deeper, hungrier, more frenzied. Your lips never parting from Bradley’s despite the burning that’s beginning to grow in your lungs, thighs clenching around his hips in search of even a hint of friction to curb the arousal that’s building in your core.  
Bradley finally pulls away when the lack of oxygen gets to be too much. Your lips chase his, the little whimper you send him when his mouth is no longer on yours, going straight to his cock that’s pressed against your hip, straining against his already-tight swim trunks, and his head is spinning from the way your lips trail down to press gentle kisses to his jaw. 
He wishes he could take you inside your apartment — to your bed, and he would have, but it’s then that he remembers his four year-old daughter is asleep in the backseat of his car. 
Bradley’s forehead presses against your own and he breathes in deep before exhaling a deep sigh to steady himself. After pressing one last peck to your lips, he sets your feet back down on the ground. He takes a step back to look at you, hands hesitating to leave your waist as he doesn’t want to stop touching you yet.
Your expression is dazed, lips are swollen and eyes blown wide, your heaving chest matching his own as you take the oxygen back into your lungs, and Bradley can’t help but pull you in one last time with a hand on the back of your neck to kiss you breathless — again.
When he pulls away this time, Bradley hardly gives himself a moment to catch his breath before he pants out, “Can I please take you on a date?”
You nod your head near-frantically and you laugh just as breathlessly. “I was starting to think you’d never ask.”
Bradley chuckles, gazing down at you in adoration, his thumb that reaches up to caress your cheek and his next words draw a blush to your cheeks. 
“Believe me, I’ve wanted to for weeks. Since the first day that we met you.”
You turn your head to press a sweet kiss to Bradley’s thumb. 
“You could have. I definitely would’ve said yes.” You reply with a bashful smile.
“Yeah, I’m a bit off my game. I haven’t really done this in a while if I’m being honest.” Bradley admits a little sheepishly and you nod along, encouraging him to continue. 
“I haven’t dated much since Caroline. She’s kinda become my whole world.” He scratches the back of his neck, feeling a bit awkward and hoping you don’t think that’s pathetic.
You take his hand in yours and smile at Bradley, eyes shining bright in what can only be described as admiration. 
“You’re an amazing father, Bradley. You're so dedicated to Caroline and that’s one of the things I love most about you.”
You give his hand a gentle squeeze as you gaze up at him, leaning up on your tiptoes to place a gentle kiss on his sun-reddened cheek. “And I definitely want to go out with you.”
“Thank god.” The pair of you let out relieved laughs at his words. Bradley’s hands reach out for your waist once again. “Come here.”
Bradley leaves you with one more passionate kiss that ends way too quickly for either of your liking and a ‘Goodnight, sweetheart’ that paints a blush on your cheeks.
After making sure that you’re safely inside your apartment, Bradley strides back to the Bronco, unable to wipe the grin from his lips. With a glance in the rearview mirror at his baby girl still sound asleep in her car seat, he begins the short journey back to their home, a goofy smile on his face for the entirety of the drive as he thinks about how he’s going to take you on the perfect date.
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Teething Triplets
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pairing: Husband!Dad!Chris x Wife!Mom!Reader
summary: Chris finds himself in trouble alone with teething triplets and Y/n saves him with offers of a sleepover (Dilf!Chris)
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Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate
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“y’all look like your daddy, too cute” Y/n cooed watching her three 8 month olds in the bath tub with their daddy. Chris clad in swim shorts sat at the end with all of them between his legs, a soft smile on his face as he gently poured water over Noah’s head first. “What bout me honey? Am I cute too?” Chris smirked tilting his head up, his lips puckered out for a kiss, only for the triplets to attempt to mirror him and want a kiss from their momma too.
“Sorry baby, my little tots get theirs first” Y/n giggled bending down over the side of the tub and kissing each Noah, Jacob and Isabella; all of them flailing around happily once their momma kissed them and tickled their sides to release those heavenly giggles. “Now for you daddy” Y/n smirked kissing her husband quickly but passionately on the lips, pulling back once they felt water being sprinkled at them.
“Awh you don’t like momma kissing daddy?” Y/n pouted seeing all three triplets were pouting with their eyes as big as saucers, their hands holding onto Chris’ leg hair harshly making him wince out. “Let’s just shampoo their heads and get these monsters ready for bed” Chris groaned prying their small fingers off his legs.
Grabbing their johnson baby shampoo, Y/n and Chris lathered them all up, smiling at how they all looked with shark spikes in their hair. “Okay wait let me get my camera babe” Rushing back into the bedroom Y/n grabbed her polaroid, running back and ushering them all to pose. Noah and Jacob did the typical grumpy pout as their pose, whilst baby Isabella cupped her face with her hands like an adorable little princess.
“Hey let us get a picture too baby” Chris whined pulling his wife closer to the big tub, kissing her cheek as she took a selfie picture of them both, wide smiles all around the bathroom. The triplets now preoccupied with their marvel bath toys, the water sprinkler they had and their,,, Daddy’s leg hair.
Once they had gotten each baby into their respective towels, lotioned up and clad in diapers and onesies. It was finally time for beddy byes. With Isabella and Noah in Chris’ built arms and Jacob in Y/n’s arms, they tucked them into their beds, but within seconds they had all cramped themselves into Noah’s side by whimpering out for their usual sleepover; the triplets hated sleeping without the other for now.
“Well hopefully if they sleep well, we can have our own fun time momma, maybe have another set of-“
“Chris! Don’t even say that, you’ll manifest it” Y/n whimpered turning on their bunny nightlight, watching her three babies turn on their side and hug each other as tight as possible; there was barely enough room left to breathe with all the stuffies on the bed too. “Is there something so wrong about finding my wife absolutely gorgeous when pregnant?”
Chris smiled clutching his wife’s hand tightly, pulling her shorter stature back to their shared bedroom, which also was full of plush animals for when the kids decided they wanted to sleep with momma and daddy. Pushing them off the bed Chris gently laid his wife down, hovering over her, soft loving smiles on their faces as their hands started wandering.
“Ya know Bella would kill you if she saw you pushed bluey off the bed right?” Y/n laughed kissing up his neck, her fingers tracing over her name and her babies’ names tattooed over Chris’ chest, her heart pounding with so much love. “Ah well as long as her momma doesn’t tell her, we won’t have to worry will we? Come on baby, it’s been weeks, m’missin ya so much”
“I know honey, been neglectin you haven’t I?” Y/n whispered with her lips ghosting over his, his hands lingering underneath her silk robe as her hand palmed him through his pyjamas pants; both of them panting the more heated their kiss got, their tongues meeting out in the open. “What the shit?” Chris suddenly broke away sitting up right, both of them sighing when in an instant a loud cry came from down the hallway, the cockblockers. “You wait here baby, i’ll go see what’s up”
“Babies what’s wrong? have a bad dream” Chris whispered seeing all three of his tots sitting up right, all hugging onto each other as they cried into their onesies. Sitting onto the edge of the bed, Chris brought all three onto his lap, all of them nuzzling into his chest and grabbing onto it for dear life.
Their nappies weren’t dirty, they weren’t hungry so what was going on? Lifting up Noah to face level, he tucked him into his neck seeing as he was crying the loudest. Noah was a complete sucker for cuddles, just loving the warmth and love he got from his daddy and momma; so Chris knew this was the best way to comfort him, but for some reason his cries still didn’t subside.
“OW” Chris exclaimed suddenly feeling his little bugger take a chomp out of his cheek, suckling onto his skin whilst chewing on it like it was his favourite baby food. “What the fahk” Chris whispered to himself watching his baby boy just chew on his cheek, trying to pry him off before suddenly, he felt another mouth latch onto his pointer finger. They were teething.
Then he thought, where’s Isabella, who was sitting there also red-eyed watching her brothers chew at her daddy as if he was some chew toy. “Bella, don’t bite daddy, ya hear me?” Chris said warningly watching his little girl come closer and closer, her mouth wide open and ready to chomp, now her small mouth was closing in on the arm wrapped around Noah’s body. Here we go…
“Gotcha baby, knew they’d start their munching soon” Y/n whispered grabbing Isabella from behind, before she could even bite down on her daddy’s arm, immediately placing a pacifier full of cold breast milk into her mouth; watching on as her mouth just bopped up and down cutely, her cries subsiding to quiet sobs and hiccups as she clawed onto her momma to snuggle in tight.
“Mama please tell me you have more of those amazing devices” Chris whimpered trying to pry Jacob’s mouth off his finger, the poor little boy just in so much pain from teething. “Of course, have a special one just for Jacob” Y/n smiled pulling an airplane themed paci out of her robe pocket, setting down Bella onto the bed, she grabbed Jacob gently and popped the cool tasty dummy into his mouth.
“Now get this bugger off, he’s practically eating me alive” Chris motioned to Noah who was busy try to bite at his cheeks, watching as Y/n swooped in, her hand carefully prying his mouth off and giving him his penguin paci, all three babies now more or less calm. “You’re amazing ya know that? How’d you know what was happenin?”
“The baby monitor babe” Y/n laughed pointing to the camera settled in the corner of the room, a camera they used whenever the babies were down for the night or were napping. Jacob and Noah sat peacefully between their daddy’s thighs, both their hands fisting his shirt to keep him from standing up, their big puppy eyes looking up at him.
“Oh hell” Chris sighed feeling his heart break seeing all three babies now pouting up at him not wanting him to leave them, he hated how each of them had his wife’s features, making it even harder for him to say no. Y/n on the other hand saw Chris in all her babies, seeing the perfect mix of them both in three tiny clones. “M-maybe they can stay with us tonight? We did get an extended bed for a reason daddy”
Y/n cooed picking up Isabelle, her pacifier cutely bopping away with her growing teeth, her hands wrapped around her momma’s neck clearly ready to go to bed with her. “You read my mind momma, let’s go to bed” Chris sighed happily picking up Noah and Jacob in each arm, all three babies now smiling around their paci realising they’d be sleeping with their momma and daddy in their big, nice, warm snuggly bed.
Within seconds of entering the bedroom Bella instantly started whimpering, pointing to her baby bluey that was on the floor, from earlier’s shenanigans. Y/n gasped playfully, “Oh no poor Bluey” pouting she picked up the stuffy, handing it to her baby girl who hugged it dearly to her chest, nuzzling her head into it.
“Night night loves, momma and daddy love you so much” Y/n said softly kissing each of them on the forehead, hugging her boys who were still in Chris’ arms.
“My heart is going to burst from how cute they are” Y/n whispered setting her down onto the plush mattress, watching as she rolled over to her older brothers who were on the other side of the bed. “My heart already bursted, like four times, one for you and one for each of our tater tots” Chris smiled putting a pillow onto the edge where the babies were, also setting up the baby fence they had installed on that particular side, for nights like these.
“Stop it you, the babies are here, so no play time tonight” Y/n giggled hitting his shoulder as she slid in beside her babies, her arm hugging over all of them as they all hugged onto each other; Isabella scooting closer to her momma’s chest. “Can’t help it, still feels like it’s the first day I met ya” He whispered against the shell of her ear, his arm stretching over her waist and as far over his sons as possible.
“I love you Chris, thank you for this, all of this” Y/n whispered reaching for his hand and intertwining them together, “I love you so much more Mrs Evans, so much more and the little family you gave me. N’ maybe we can discuss having another-“
“Shush Evans”
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b00tyliciousbabe · 5 months
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my baby daddies - ep. 2
wyatt cushman x male reader
summary: the scoop on how wide i buss it open for mr cushman xx
notes: hi beautiful ppl, back again! once he go black, he'll be back again. tell them hoes that it's crunch time, abdomen. yes i cop mad chanel and mad given. she did it again, imagine them!!! sorry nicki ate that verse tf UPPP. bout to make these bum bitches mad again, okay lemme stop. I KNEW EXACTLY WHAT I WAS DOING W THAT BLACK VERSE XOXO. hope you guys are all doing well <3 i will be releasing 2 other series ("the DILFs' and a surprise one which will become coming soon ) so stay tuned! any requests? ENJOYYYY…
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you and wyatt met at one of your first shoots. you were the stylist’s assistant and your boss had tasked you with making sure all the models had their hair, outfits, and makeup all ready for the editorials. you were admired by so many in the industry, icons and the public alike, and even though you didn’t have your own company, it was clear that you were on your way to becoming one of the biggest names in fashion history. you enjoyed getting to know all the models personally, and it made the whole process of getting ready much easier. but one person that always had you flustered was wyatt cushman, who you had become really good friends over the years. you definitely found him attractive, but he was so distracting; the agency called him ‘the menace’ with all the harmless trouble he got the two of you into. years had passed, the two of you remained really close, but it wasn’t until the balenciaga show, that the two of you vocalised the unspoken tension between you two.
you were responsible for all of the outfits for the fashion week at balenciaga, a huge role that olivier rousteing himself appointed you to do. it was a huge success and the press had a field day documenting your achievements. your biggest supporter, wyatt, was there to give you the biggest hug on the runway, garnering an even greater cheer from the crowd. “Y/N, you’re amazing” he said staring intensely in love as he placed his hands on your lower back. the distance between your lips decreased as the two of you shared your first kiss…in front of the entire world. you pulled away; being brought back to reality and how 4.5 million people had witnessed the two of you together, you couldn’t help but laugh, as everyone applauded and jeered at your love. the rest was history.
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one thing about wyatt, he is the goofiest mf ever and you love it. he’s always cracking jokes and the life of the party. You feel so safe around him, don’t get it twisted, he’d beat the shit out of anyone who even looked at you the wrong way, but you could handle yourself. flashback to the time where y’all were celebrating your collaboration with vogue: you were dancing the night away with your friends when some guy decided to get a lil too close. the creep groped your ass to which he was served a fat slap across the face. he fell to the ground and the crowd started cheering. wyatt smiled proud that you were able to defend yourself - so proud, that on the way home you took a detour where you guys had the best make out session in the history of rom coms.
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the golfer’s wife and the holiday maker:
this man is always travelling and he loves to share those memories with you. other than being his personal photographer, the two of you are able to explore so many different ways of living on your journeys and you dream together of living abroad one day.
On one of your holidays, you had decided to take your boyfriend stargazing “come on wyatt, i don’t wanna miss it” you say gripping his arm as you led him to a quiet space overlooking the ocean. “babe, I’m pretty sure the stars aren’t going anywhere,” he chuckled “and besides, the sky isn’t as pretty as the star right in front of me” he stops and turns to face you. he strokes your cheek, looking down at you with a smile that rivalled romeo’s love for juliet. y’all sat down watching how nature looked so peaceful. he started kissing on your neck, leaving light hickeys to mark you as his. straddling your bf, you deepened the kiss as you felt him grow uncomfortably large in his jeans. you undid his trousers as 8 thick inches of uncut hairy cock made contact with the chill of the night. “you don’t know how much this turns me on, y/n”
you continued sucking on his tip, swirling and drooling all over him as a pool of your spit congealed in his pubes. all the while his hands gripped your roots urging you to take more and more of his cock. you gargled and took him like a champ.
“babe, ughh, I’m bout to, uuhhh shit shit” he came deep down your throat, cleaning your chin with his finger and then poking it in your mouth as he made sure to feed you with every last drop.
you laid down, proud of your efforts to calm him down and your head tucked into cushman’s shoulder, as you began to feel sleepy. your bf noticed this and chuckled to himself, using the blanket he brought to make sure you wouldn’t get cold. “mkay, y/n kinda had a point, this is pretty cool,” he whispered, still riding the high you gave him “but it’s got nothing on him tho, my cute ass bf” wyatt embraced you tighter. the wedding bells were already ringing in his head.
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MORE SLUTTY THOUGHTS:
• he deffo has a spit kink. not saying that he’d treat you as worthless scum but, he’d would make sure to slut you out. and you fucking loved it. “you’re a dirty little whore, aren’t you” he’d grunt raw dogging your ass as he spat in your face.
• as dominant as he is, he likes to give you your time to shine, always enjoying it when you spell coconut with your hips as you ride his pole. as I’ve mentioned already his smile drives you crazy, and this position has him cheesing the MOST. wyatt just loves to see how much you’re enjoying the experience, and nothing turns him on more than when he can see the pleasure on your face. “fuck babe, you look so sexy riding my dick.”
• this leads on to missionary, nobody fucks harder in this position than this man. he definitely compensates for his soft strokes in doggy and prone bone because of how hard he hits your hole in missionary. He turns primal as well, feeling your chest bounce up every time he’s balls deep, but all in all he’s crazy for how your bodies are so in sync.
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tulipsbymybed · 8 months
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some (more) audio recs!!!
18+ minors dni!!!
don’t forget if y’all try any you gotta tell me your favs!!
so we got some subby boy audios!!
we got this one, where you come home and your boyfriend thinks you’re a lil bit mad so maybe he can help relax you…;) but you feel like domming today, and he veryyy quickly falls into a subby role, boston/queens ish accent that makes me drool in this one! the guy is such a praising sub as well, and the set up makes me giggle every time-
and then this one, where you’re on the way to his sisters wedding but you’re helping him with his tie, and suddenly you’re giving him a reach around in the mirror! oh no! it’s mythos so you know the subby moans are the greatest things you’ve ever heard, he’s like almost in tears by the end as well it’s so hot (he cums four times)
and then we got some praise!
so I loooove this one, where ‘daddy’ gets home and he’s had a long day so to make himself feel better, he just wants to eat you out and make you feel good and whew it was one of the first ones that got me properly into audio guys
and we also have this one, which I haven’t listened to in a little while but I remember I goddamn loved it! divorced dilf thing, praise, sorta forbidden relationship, daddy kink, loooong audio (40+ mins) and really good buildup/storytelling which is lovely
okay I fucking LOVE this one, it’s where you’ve been having sex so often this past week or so that you’re super sore and achey and your bf is like ?? I did this??? the hell? so he offers to kiss you better, but the kisses go somewhere else…
aaaand also some soft ones that lead into nsfw!!
okay so this one, it’s more nsfw than not, but it’s like a ‘save water shower together!’ thing where you’re in the shower and the guys gets in like I’ll be good! I won’t try anything I just thought we could save water! and then obvs things happen…but it’s super soft and nice I love it
and another! this one is 40 mins, abt you being a princess and sneaking into a tavern, but your bodyguard finds you and doesn’t wanna let you out of his sight for the rest of the evening given that you already escaped once-however there’s one ‘commoner’ experience you haven’t had yet, so naturally ur bodyguard takes your virginity:))
and then some fluff!
this one by the MAGNIFICENT ichigeki, who did the tsundere knight audio im in love with, where your bf is a swimmer and he comes over after practice, but a laundry mix up means you have to swap some clothes, and then there’s some cute hair brushing and you fall asleep together and it’s just adorable 🥹
and last but definitely not least, one I have mentioned before but that I often relisten to, this one where you’re a smart girl at school and a himbo jock gets your attention to ask if you might do him a favour? he really wants to know what it would be like to be pushed against the wall by a smart girl like you cause he finds you so cute…and it’s literally just him talking about how much he likes nerdy girls and then you kissing him and he’s all starry eyed abt it lmao it’s not even nsfw
hope these are all good!!
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emo-shigi · 1 year
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Home. | T. Fushiguro
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Dilf Toji x Babysitter Reader
can i just say that i am very happy to write one last part for this story! thank you so much to everyone that enjoyed it from start to finish. didn't really mean to make it a series.
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WARNING: domestic toji, happy family, soft toji, good father and son relationship, married life, in this universe, megumi is older than tsumiki, time skip, and just a huge load of fluff.
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After Toji proposed to you the following week, he took you to sign the papers. In advance, you had told Toji that you didn’t want a big wedding, especially after he spent a good amount during the proposal. Therefore, he agreed with your idea of having a small picnic at home.
Once officially married, things became different for the three of you.
Megumi started to show you off each time there was a festival at his school to his classmates, telling them that you’re his mother. He would also defend you from the rude ladies in the neighborhood that talked bad about you. Megumi also started to be affectionate with you, resting his head on your thighs and talking to your swollen stomach each day he returned from school.
Since the news of your pregnancy, your husband and son have been excited about having a new family member, especially your husband.
Toji has been very protective during your pregnancy, as he doesn’t let you do anything at home that could harm you or the baby. He takes care of cooking, cleaning, and gardening with the help of Megumi.
Each morning your husband would be the first to wake up, letting you sleep in as he knows you haven’t rested enough with the number of kicks the baby throws at night. He heads to the kitchen and starts to make breakfast. Eventually, Megumi wakes up and joins his father as he helps him decorate the pancakes.
“You sure you got this, dumpling?” Toji asks, as his son carefully holds the trait of food.
“I’m a big boy,” Megumi frowns, slowly walking to his parent’s bedroom.
Toji chuckles, “Oh, okay, big guy,” he says.
Megumi shoots his father a look, which means he needs help opening the door. Toji smiles, elaborating as he holds the door for his son to enter. He instructs Megumi to put the trait on his side of the bed so as not to cause any mess.
“Go, wake your mama, dumpling,” Toji instructs, watching his son walk to your side.
Megumi likes to wake you up with kisses. Still, unknowingly to your son, you were already awake, surprising him with a hug. Toji smiles at the scene as his son is laughing, leading him to join the two of you.
“We made you breakfast, Mom,” Megumi smiles, climbing onto the bed.
“You did?” You say, sitting up with the help of your husband.
You glance at the trait and see they made you pancakes with a smiling face from fruit.
“Thank you,” you smile, kissing Megumi’s cheek.
“What about me?” you hear your husband. “You too,” you smile, kissing his lips.
The two of them take turns to feed you, enjoying the time with your favorite boys in bed as y’all eat together and talk. Once done eating, your husband helps you get out of bed. Megumi leaves the room with the empty trait and starts washing the dishes. In the meantime, Toji helps you wash up, as he knows it’s hard with your swollen stomach.
You appreciate your husband’s help. As you know, he’s trying his best. In the beginning, Toji wasn’t good at cooking or cleaning. He had to ask Jin and his wife to give him some cooking lessons while Megumi taught him how to clean.
Yes, your son.
Megumi taught him after Toji messed up the white laundry by making the clothes pink. It was a funny sight to see a small child scold his father.
“Thank you,” you smile at your husband, who’s finishing putting on your fuzzy socks. “Of course, baby,” Toji says, cupping your cheeks and kissing your lips.
Your husband helps you sit up and walk out of the bedroom together. You spot Megumi waiting in the living room. “You clean the dishes, dumpling?” Toji asks, seeing the clean dishes from the open kitchen.
“Yeah, and I also put the leftover laundry in the washing machine,” Megumi says, getting a thumbs up from his father.
“All that’s left is to clean the second bathroom,” Toji comments, heading to the kitchen to get the supplies.
“If you want, I could-” you begin to say but get automatically shut down by both your husband and son.
You can’t help but laugh, “Okay, okay, I’ll just join our son in the living room.”
Megumi puts on his favorite show, patiently waiting for you to sit with him on the sofa. Once settling down, he lays his head on your thighs as you play with his hair. Usually, this is how your day starts, but later you head to the garden, talking to the flowers while Megumi waters them.
In the meantime, you and Megumi are in the garden room. Your husband has finished cleaning the restroom and is starting to make dinner. Toji is intensely debating what he wants to make, as his two options are pasta or fried rice. He goes with the pasta, recalling that you have been craving some for the past few days.
Toji hears the back door open, meaning that you and Megumi have returned from the garden room.
“Smells good,” he hears you say, turning to look at you and smile.
He hears tiny footsteps coming his way, already knowing who it is as he takes out the small red stool from the bottom counter. Megumi steps onto the seat, looking over at his father’s arm, seeing him grill some chicken.
“Wanna have a taste?” Toji asks, taking out a piece of chicken with his hands and blowing it to cool it down.
Megumi nods, opening his mouth as his father feeds him. “Taste good?” Toji asks his son, who keeps chewing on the chicken.
Megumi gives his father a thumbs up, getting a chuckle from Toji. “I wanna taste too,” you whine as you put a small flower pot on the table.
Toji laughs, blowing another piece of chicken for you as you patiently open your mouth for him to feed you. You can’t help but moan from the taste as the chicken is seasoned very well.
“Good?” Toji asks from the way you close your eyes.
“More than good,” you exclaimed, opening your eyes as you smiled at your husband. “What are you even making?”
Toji smirks, “Something that you’ve been craving,” he says.
Your husband sees how your eyes sparkle, “Pasta?!” you ask excitedly.
Toji nods as he drains the noodles with a colander in the sink, “That’s right, so why don’t you and the dumpling start setting the table.”
Before you can do anything, Megumi stops you as he tells you to wash your hands first, making you and your husband laugh. Once done washing your hands, you put the napkins on while Megumi puts the cups and utensils. In the meantime, Toji finishes the rest of the pasta, tasting it before turning off the stove.
Megumi brings him the plates, serving everyone a decent amount of pasta. He fills your dish more, knowing your appetite has increased these few weeks. Megumi hands you your plate while Toji brings him and his son to the table. You take the fresh peach juice from the fridge and pour it into each cup.
The three of you eat, talking about the most random things. The dinner ends with some ice cream as Megumi tells the two of you about his dream this morning about two dogs rescuing him during his adventure to find the treasure.
Toji cleans the dirty dishes, smiling from hearing his son and wife giggling secretly. Once done, he joins you, who is now resting in the living room. He sits next to you, pulling your legs on his thighs for you to lie down and massaging your feet.
Megumi puts on a movie to watch and sits comfortably next to his father. As you guys are enjoying the movie, Toji notices how you keep rubbing your eyes to stay awake. Eventually, you fall asleep thirty minutes into the film, which isn’t new to your husband as he knows it’s common during pregnancy. 
Toji carefully removes himself from the sofa, covering you with a blanket. He tells Megumi to watch over you as he leaves the living room and heads to the nursery room that’s still unfinished.
The day Toji bought the small farmhouse, it only came with two bedrooms, a storage room, a small kitchen, and a living room. Now, the storage room is turning into the nursery room as Toji cleaned out the room after the announcement of your pregnancy, which took quite a long time.
He’s been working on the room by painting, decorating, and even putting the new furniture together. Today the room just needed a few touches in decorating the shelves in the wall with stuffed animals and setting the lights in the room. He doesn’t realize it’s nighttime until he hears the door open as he hangs the lights on the wall. He doesn’t need to turn around and see who it is as he knows it’s you.
“Dumpling already went to bed?” Toji asks as he finishes hanging the lights on the wall.
“Yeah, already kissed him goodnight,” you respond, looking around the room.
He finally turns to look at you and smiles as he sees you amazed from the finished room.
“Come here, angel,” Toji says, opening his arms for you.
You don’t hesitate to reach your husband and wrap your arms around him, “You did a great job, hubby,” you whisper.
Toji hums, kissing your neck, getting a giggle from you.
“You are done, right?” You ask, stepping away to look at him. “Yeah, it’s done,” Toji responds, looking at the finished pink room with you.
Toji hears you let out a shaky laugh, making him look over at you, who’s rubbing their swollen stomach.
“Can’t believe it’s happening,” you say, looking at your husband. “Our little sweetheart will be here soon,” you smile at your baby bump.
Toji holds you by the waist, resting one hand on your swollen stomach. You look up and smile at Toji, who kisses your cheek. 
“Our little girl,” Toji whispers, getting a smile from you.
Since the reveal of the gender of your baby, your husband, Toji, was thrilled to find out it was a girl. You remember how much he spent the day you guys went to the mall as he kept buying baby clothes, which is no surprise that he did the same for the nursery room. You lean your head on his chest, getting a kiss on the head from your husband.
“All right, I think it’s time for us to go to bed, sunshine,” Toji says, picking your bridal style as you turn off the light in the nursery room on your way out.
“You locked everything?” Toji asks as he heads towards your shared bedroom, getting a nod.
He carefully puts you down on the bed while he grabs extra pillows for your back, as he knows you get a lot of back pain during the night. Toji leaves the room for a bit as you forget to turn off the lights in the living room. When he returns, he sees you on your side, eyes closed, and breathing calmly. He joins you in bed, taking off his shirt and scooting closer to you.
You turn to look at your husband, “Sorry, did I wake you up?” Toji asks as he rubs your lower back.
You shake your head, moaning as Toji rubs on the spot, causing you much pain. Toji smirks, sitting up and looking down at you. He leans towards you and kisses your neck, getting a smile from you. You turn to look at him, closing your eyes as Toji leans in and kisses your lips softly. Toji smiles as he hears your giggle, pecking your lips a few more times before he kisses your swollen stomach.
He turns off the lights, wrapping an arm around your swollen stomach, wishing you goodnight as he knows you are now fast asleep. Toji smiles as he can’t wait for his baby girl to be born, eyes getting heavier by the minute.
Soon a new member of the family was welcomed, Tsumiki Fushiguro.
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It’s been four years since you gave birth to your beautiful baby girl, Tsumiki. And it’s been a beautiful journey for the four of you as things change again for the better. 
To start, your husband, Toji, began working in construction two years ago as a few people in town heard about him building a flower shop for his wife. 
Yes, your shop. 
You didn’t even know about it until he took you out to celebrate your anniversary and surprised you. 
Fushiguro’s Flower Shop.
Now, you sell your flowers in your flower shop and always tell your husband how thankful you are for this beautiful gift. 
Every day you wake up at 6:00 AM to prepare your husband and kid’s lunches, decorating their Bentos in the cutest way you can as you leave sweet notes to each of them. Except for Tsumiki, as she still doesn’t know how to read, you always doodle a cute animal for her. Once you are done, you start making breakfast, which doesn’t take long.
You head to wake up your husband, brushing his bangs and kissing his cheek. 
Toji turns, rubbing his eyes, “Morning..” he says, voice groggy. 
You sit next to him, having Toji rest his head on your thighs and wrap his arms around your waist. 
Toji hums as he feels your hands run through his bareback. The two of you stay like this for five minutes before you tell him he must wash up and eat breakfast, or he’ll be late for work. 
You hear your husband groan as you get up, “I need to wake up the kids,” you laugh. 
Toji sighs, letting you go before he smacks your ass, getting a squeal from you. 
“Toji!” you yell, glaring at your husband, who smirks as he gets up and heads to the bathroom. 
You shake your head, exiting and heading to Megumi’s room. You smile as you see your son awake, sitting on the bed while squinting his eyes from the light. 
“Breakfast is ready, sweetheart,” you tell him, getting a nod from your son. 
You close the door, heading to Tsumiki’s room next door. “My pretty baby~” you sing, kneeling as you gently shake her. 
“M-Mama?” Tsumiki asks, rubbing her eyes. 
“It’s time to get up,” you gently say, getting a nod from your daughter. “Let’s go brush our teeth and freshen up, alright?”
Tsumiki stands up on her bed, wrapping her arms around your neck. You smile, carrying your daughter to the second bathroom where Megumi is brushing his teeth. Your son pulls out the red stool for you to set up Tsumiki. 
You put on some music as it entertains your daughter when brushing her teeth and washing up. Tsumiki begins to dance while you pretend to sing with your toothbrush in the microphone. Meanwhile, Megumi bops his head to the music before he finishes up and leaves the bathroom.
Tsumiki smiles big as she brushes her teeth while you guide her to clean correctly inside. Once done brushing, you watch her splash water on her face as she giggles.
“Mama, you too,” she says. 
You nod, splashing water on your face as your daughter giggles. You dry each other faces with a towel before you take her to her room to dress her in her school uniform. 
“What hairstyle do you want today, honey?” you ask her as your daughter thinks. 
“Ponytail with a pink bow!” Tsumiki exclaims, getting a smile from you. 
“Okay,” you smile, brushing her hair.
Toji prepares by putting on his work uniform and checking if he has all his tools in his truck before leaving. He returns to the house and sees his son and daughter are already at the table, dressed in their school uniform. 
“Papa, do I look pretty?” Tsumiki asks as he shows her father her hair. “The prettiest,” Toji smiles, kissing her head.
“Mama, did it,” Tsumiki smiles, sitting back in her seat. “And where’s your mama?” Toji asks, sitting down at the table. 
“Getting ready,” Megumi answers. 
They hear your footsteps, “Oh my darlings, you didn’t have to wait for me to eat,” you say as you see their untouched breakfast. 
Toji’s eyes widened, choking on his coffee. You are wearing a white sundress that brings out your curves.
So damn beautiful.
He should be used to seeing you wearing sundresses as the weather is always warm, but you always take his breath away each time. 
“You look very pretty, mama,” Tsumiki happily says, eyes sparkling. “Thank you, sweetie,” you smile, hugging her as she stands on her chair. 
“And we wanted to eat together,” Megumi says, making you kiss his head. 
You sit next to your husband, and everyone starts eating. Toji rests his hand on your thigh, getting your attention. You look over at him and see that he wants to tell you something, so you lean in. 
“You look so gorgeous,” he whispers, making you blush. “Thank you, handsome,” you say, getting a smile from your husband. 
Toji kisses your cheek before eating breakfast while you do the same. Toji finishes his meal quickly as it’s time to head to work. He kisses his son and daughter goodbye as they are busy eating. You walk him to the front door, holding his bento as he puts on his boots. 
He stands up face to face with you, “Okay. I’ll see you later in the day, baby,” Toji smiles, getting a nod from you.
“Kiss me goodbye,” Toji whines, making you smile as you passionately kiss his lips. “One more kiss,” he breathes out while you comply with his request. 
You watch him from outside, waving goodbye as he leaves the house on his truck. Once you head inside, Megumi has already cleaned the dishes and put Tsumiki’s backpack on her. 
“Mom, I’m heading out,” Megumi says as he puts on his shoes. 
“Okay, but don’t forget about picking up your sister after school, and did you pack your lunch?” you ask, getting a nod from your son. 
“Don’t worry, I already got it, and I won’t forget,” Megumi smiles, waving goodbye as you see his friends waiting outside. 
You would grab your yellow cardigan, bag, and keys before you check if Megumi packed Tsumiki’s lunch, which he did. You put on your daughter’s shoes and yours, opening the door and locking it. Tsumiki holds your hand as you walk to the preschool your daughter attends. 
“Okay, honey, I hope you have a good day, and remember that your brother is going to pick you up after school,” you say as y’all reach her school. 
“Bye, mama,” Tsumiki smiles, hugging you. “Bye, sweetie, I love you,” you say, hugging her back and kissing her on the forehead. 
You wave goodbye to her, watching as she runs to her friends. You continue walking as you’re heading to your shop, that’s not too far away. You always open at 9:00 AM as it gives you time to prepare everything and put out the decorated chalkboard sign outside. The day always starts slow, but it is during noon that people start requesting, resulting in you being in a rush.  
Before you know the day is almost over, you check your watch and notice that your kids should arrive at the shop any minute. You hear the bell ring, “Mama!” Tsumiki yells, running towards you. 
You carry her, kissing her cheeks. “Had a good day at school?” you ask. 
“Yes, look what I drew,” she excitedly says, showing you her drawing. “Wow…” you say, admiring the stick figures that present the whole family. 
“This needs to be hung in our fridge,” you comment, which excites your daughter. 
You put her down and walk to your son, “How was practice?” you ask. 
“Exhausting, but I got the vote as captain?” He questions his last words, leading you to hug him. 
“Sweetheart, that’s such great news! Your father will be proud to hear this during dinner,” you tell your son, who shyly smiles.
“Yeah… are you almost done?” He asks, changing the topic. “Just have one big order to do, and I’m done for the day but don’t worry about helping me. Go relax in the back room with your sister,” you smile. 
Megumi hesitates but accepts your offer as Tsumiki tells him to play with her. You start working on the last order, as it’s the biggest one you’ve gotten all day, and it will take some time. Also, the lady that called wanted them ready once she got there. You barely complete them on time as the customer arrives a few minutes later. And true to her words, she right away demanded her order. 
It’s very rare to get rude customers. Still, when you do, you try to not cause any issues because the last time your husband was there when a customer insulted you, let’s just say it didn’t end well for them.
But most of them are sweet, which you think it’s why your shop has been very successful. Toji believes you’re the reason for the shop’s success, resulting in you saying it’s because of him for building it. This always leads you guys to go back and forth on this.
Even though you don’t make as much as your husband, it makes you happy that you can help him when y’all are tight on money with what you make at the shop. The two of you love supporting one another in anything, and you know Toji has been doing a lot for you these past years, and you wanna do the most that you can for him as well.
“Let’s go home, darlings,” you say as you walk into the back room, seeing your daughter and son coloring. 
Tsumiki packs her markers and crayons, checking twice if she has everything before she runs outside with Megumi. 
You lock the store door, reaching for the top gate with no success. It is then that Megumi steps in and gets the gate, sliding it down before he puts on the lock and locks it with the key. Once he’s done, he turns back and sees you smiling at him, “What? What’s wrong?” he asks.
You shake your head, “Nothing, let’s hurry home because your father will be arriving soon, and I gotta make dinner.”
Megumi nods, holding his sister’s hand while you hold the other. The two of you start to swing Tsumiki each time you guys take a step, getting a giggle from the little girl.
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After getting the mail and unlocking the door to the house, Tsumiki quickly runs inside, taking off her shoes. Megumi sighs as he fixes Tsumiki’s shoes before taking off his. 
“I’ll be in my room,” Megumi says as he heads. 
“Okay, sweetheart,” you yell back. 
Earlier on the way home, your son mentioned how his homeroom teacher assigned a lot of homework due tomorrow, which explains the sudden urgency to be in his room.
In the meantime, you remove your flats and put on your slippers, heading to the kitchen to start dinner. Your daughter has turned on the TV and put on her cartoons as she comfortably sits on the sofa. You begin to wash your hands and cut the fresh oranges you picked out yesterday with your husband into slices, putting them on a pink and blue plate. 
You head toward your son’s room, where you find Megumi on his study desk with many papers scattered. He turns around and smiles as he sees the plates of orange slices. You place the blue container on the desk and kiss his head. 
“Thanks, mom,” Megumi whispers. 
You nod, exiting the room quietly and heading to the living room with the pink plate. You find your daughter laughing at the characters from the TV show, making you shake your head. 
“Here, sweetie,” you say, handing her the pink plate. “Oranges! Thank you, mama!”
You smile, kissing her cheek before you head back to the kitchen. However, you don’t get to go too far because soon the house phone rings. 
“Hello?” You say, picking up the phone. 
“Sunshine..” you hear your husband whisper, alerting you that something is wrong.
“Toji? Is everything okay? Did you get hurt at work?!” you begin to ask multiple questions, getting a chuckle from your husband.
“I’m fine, baby,” you hear him say with a smile through the phone. “Just calling to let you know I might be coming home late.”
“Someone messed up the measurements, and they want me to fix them,” Toji explains. 
“Oh,” you say, still feeling something off. “Love, are you okay?”
It takes a while for your husband to respond, but you patiently wait. 
“I had a terrible day!” you hear Toji yell on the phone. “I don’t wanna fucking stay just because some dumbass doesn’t know how to count.”
“I just wanted to come home and be with my family,” he whispers enough for you to hear through the phone.
You smile, already picturing a grumpy Toji, “Then come home as fast as you can, love,” you say. 
“I will,” Toji assures you. “To make your day a bit better, how about I make your favorite dish just enough for leftovers,” you suggest, hearing your husband hum. 
“God, you’re the best,” Toji smiles, hearing your soft giggles on the phone. “I know,” you respond.
“I’ll see you in a bit, okay?” Toji says. “Okay, love you,” you say. 
“Love you too,” your husband says before hanging up. 
You return the phone and start dinner, as Toji’s favorite dish takes time. You remove the items you need from the fridge and wash the vegetables you’ll use. You’re making the dish Gyudon, one of your husband’s favorites. 
“Mama, I wanna help,” Tsumiki smiles, entering the kitchen and putting the empty pink plate in the sink. 
“Then go grab the red stool, honey,” you intrust, getting a squeal from your daughter, who runs to the bathroom to get the stool. 
In the meantime, you grab the pink aprons hanging on the wall for yourself and your daughter. Tsumiki returns with a red stool, setting it where you are standing. 
“Mama, I’m ready,” Tsumiki says, standing on the stool for you to put on the pink apron for her. 
You wrap the apron strings around your daughter, adjusting it to suit her. Tsumiki smiles at you as you put on your pink apron, 
“Ready?” you ask, getting a nod. 
“You’re going to help me by chopping these green peppers, okay?” You instruct, getting the safety knife that your daughter uses. “Okay, mama,” Tsumiki smiles.
You set the items on the counter for her and then season the meat. “Mama, like this?” Tsumiki asks, showing you the chopped peppers. 
“Yeah, you’re doing a good job, sweetie,” you smile, getting a giggle from her. 
You turn on the stove, splashing oil and letting it warm up. In the meantime, you grab some garlic and onion to cut. You also start washing the rice and putting it in the rice cooker. 
“Mama, finish,” Tsumiki smiles, showing the finished chopped green peppers. “Perfect! You did such a wonderful job, sweetie,” you smile, taking the green peppers away from her. 
You start grilling the meat and marinating it with soy sauce and sugar. Once the meat turns a nice golden brown, you toss the chopped garlic, onion, and green peppers, letting it cook before lowering the heat. Megumi comes out of his room with the empty plate, heading to the sink and washing his and Tsumiki’s plate. 
“Is there something I can help with as well?” Megumi asks, looking at you. “Check the rice for me, please?” you ask as you stir the meat. 
Megumi nods, opening the finished rice cooker and checking if the rice needs more time. “It looks ready, mom,” your son tells you. 
“Okay, thank you, darling,” you smile. “Do you want me to start serving the rice or…” Megumi trails off, unsure of what to do. 
You shake your head, “Not right now, just maybe set the table for me,” you say, getting a nod from your son. 
“I’ll help you, big brother,” Tsumiki smiles, running to Megumi and grabbing the cups from his hands. 
As your kids set the table, you grab the four colorful bowls and put them next to the rice cooker. 
“Dinner will be served once your father gets here, so thank you for helping me, my wonderful children,” you smile, hugging them. 
Megumi and Tsumiki hug you before returning to what they were doing earlier. You start to clean the dirty dishes and put the dry ones away. You don’t hear the front door open until your daughter is screaming. 
“Papa is home! Mama!” Tsumiki yells, jumping off the sofa to greet her father and running to the front door. 
Toji removes his boots just in time to catch his daughter running toward him. “How’s my princess?” Toji asks, picking up his daughter and kissing her cheek.
“Good, I colored, ate some oranges, and helped mama cook,” Tsumiki proudly says, getting a smile from her father. 
“Your brother?” Toji asks as he starts to walk inside the house. “Room doing homework,” Tsumiki answers.
Toji spots you in the sink, washing a few cutting boards. “And mama is in the kitchen,” Tsumiki says, getting a nod from her father. 
The two enter the kitchen, seeing you with the pink apron as you stir the meat. “Mama! Papa is home,” Tsumiki yells, making you turn around and smile at the two of them. 
You walk over to your husband, who’s putting down your daughter, telling her to let her brother know he’s home.
“Hey,” you smile at your husband, who quickly wraps his arms around your waist.
Toji breathes in your scent, letting out a satisfying sigh. He starts to hold you tight, rubbing his nose on your neck. You smile, rubbing his back for a few seconds before letting go. 
“Welcome home,” you smile, getting a peck on the lips. “I’m home, sunshine,” Toji breathes out, looking directly at you, admiring you.
“Papa is home, so you gotta say hi,” you both hear your daughter say down the hall. 
Both your children enter the kitchen, getting the attention of the two of you. Megumi looks at his father and gives him a simple greeting that your daughter disapproves of. “No, no, no. You gotta hug papa!” Tsumiki argues, pushing Megumi towards Toji, who’s waiting with open arms for his hug. 
Megumi groans, walking up to his father and hugging him. You giggle as you notice your son’s pink cheeks, finding them adorable. Megumi is now at the stage where he’s too shy to be affectionate with his father and sometimes even with you, while you find it cute. 
Tsumiki smiles, joining them in the hug, which results in them looking over towards you to join. You laugh, making your way toward them and joining the group hug that has everyone smiling. 
“Your father needs to wash up,” you say as you let go of them. “Papa stinks?” Tsumiki asks, getting a laugh from Megumi. 
“Yes, and that’s gross,” you playfully say, resulting in your daughter making a face. “Hey!” your husband yells, making his two kids and you giggle. 
Toji can’t help but smile at the scene of his family laughing. He leaves the kitchen to shower, still hearing the giggles, making him shake his head. 
“Go wash your hands, you two, because I’m gonna start serving,” you instruct. “Okay, mama,” Tsumiki smiles, holding her brother’s hand as they head to the bathroom. 
“Take her apron off, please!” you yell down the hall for your son to hear. 
You start to serve the rice in the bowls, setting a good amount of the meat on them with the vegetables as you decorate them nicely. You place the serving bowls on the table, pulling out the fresh lemon juice from the fridge as you fill the empty cups. 
“Mom, here,” you hear Megumi says as he hands you the pink apron. “Thank you, sweetheart,” you smile, taking off yours and hanging them on the wall. 
“Dinner is served, so you guys can sit down and eat,” you say, turning off the stove. “Smells good,” you hear Toji says, making you turn to look at your husband, whose hair is wet. 
You frown, “Toji, what did I tell you about drying your hair properly, or you’ll get sick,” you say, walking up to him as you take the towel around his neck and dry his wet hair.
“Sorry… I forgot,” Toji smiles, only for you to shake your head. 
Megumi and Tsumiki look at each other as they both know that their father is lying about forgetting and doing it on purpose for you to do it for him. “Okay, done,” you say, putting the towel on his chair. “Thank you, angel,” Toji smiles, making you chuckle before sitting at the table and eating. 
Dinner always ends with everyone sharing their days and any sort of news. Megumi just finished telling your husband about being captain of his soccer team, getting many compliments. You notice the slight smile your son has the whole dinner, making you give your son a thumbs up in return, making him chuckle. 
Meanwhile, Tsumiki starts to tell your husband what she did at school, getting exaggerated reactions from Toji that make your daughter continue to explain with such excitement. “What about you, baby? How was your day at the flower shop?” 
“It was good, busy but not too much work like other days,” you explain, getting a hum from your husband. “I’ll ask you about your day… but I already know it wasn’t good.”
Toji chuckles, “Yeah… but it got better by being with my family and eating my favorite dish,” he says, making you smile. 
You feel a hand on your thigh, making you look at your husband and kiss his cheek. Tsumiki claps, doing the same as she kisses Megumi’s cheek. You and your husband laugh at your son’s surprised expression. 
Once everyone is done eating, Megumi helps you clean the dishes while you put things away. Tsumiki doesn’t waste time dragging her father to her room to play tea party, which always ends with Toji wearing a dress. You and Megumi laugh as you join them after cleaning the kitchen is a funny sight. 
And yes, only your husband needs to put on the dress. 
The four of you always play together, leading to many giggles throughout the night. You fix your crown, sipping the fake tea as you stick your pinky out. “More tea, my prince?” Tsumiki asks Megumi.
“Yes, princess,” Megumi smiles, bowing before sipping his cup. “And your buttercup princess?”
Toji sighs, “Why, of course, my lovely queen,” he happily says, making you giggle.
“Should I bring the cookies, madam?” you ask, getting an approval nod from your daughter. 
You get up to get the cookie toys, putting them in a tray. You are about to head back, but a specific picture captures your eyes, making you grab it and softly smile at it. It’s Tsumiki’s baby picture, where she’s on the bed, sitting in a diaper, looking so chubby. 
“Mama?” Tsumiki calls out, snapping your thoughts. “Coming,” you say, grabbing the toys and taking the picture with you. 
You place the cookie toys on the table, sit back on your chair, and look carefully at the picture. Toji notices how you’re smiling at something, “What you got there?” he asks, getting you to look up. 
You smile, handing him the photo. “It was between her toys,” you say, getting your kids’ attention. 
Toji smiles as he looks at the photo, “My princess was so small here,” he says. 
“That’s me?” Tsumiki asks, looking over at the photo. “Yeah, when you were a tiny baby,” you say.
“Big brother, was this tiny too?” Tsumiki asks. “He was, but chubbier,” Toji comments, making you laugh. 
“I wanna see a tiny big brother,” Tsumiki says, looking over at you. “No, you don’t,” Megumi argues, looking at Tsumiki’s baby photo.
Toji smiles, leaving the room to get a baby photo of Megumi. “Look, this is your big brother,” your husband says as he returns. 
“Hehe, big brother is cute and fluffy,” Tsumiki comments as she looks at the photo of baby Megumi on the floor, smiling.
Megumi groans as he looks over at the photo. “Mama, look,” Tsumiki says, moving towards you to see. 
You take the photo from her and look at it with a smile, “So freaking adorable,” you say, looking over at your son, who’s blushing.
Toji notices how you keep looking at the photo, tracing your fingers before you look at Tsumiki’s picture doing the same thing. Your daughter yawns, rubbing her eyes, which lets you know she’s sleepy.
“Come on, baby, let’s get your bath ready,” you say, picking up Tsumiki, who nods.
You put the photos down and grab her pajamas and towel before the two of you head out. Megumi is helping your husband get out of the princess dress, which takes quite a time. He gets him out because you see him resting on the door frame once you bathe your daughter.
“Who’s ready for storytime?” Toji asks, getting a smile from your daughter. “Me!” Tsumiki yells, lifting her arm.
While your husband reads your daughter a bedtime story, you head to your bedroom and clean yourself. Once you are done, you head to your daughter’s room and see that your husband has just finished the story. 
“Goodnight, princess,” Toji whispers, kissing your daughter’s forehead. 
You smile, waiting for him at the door. “Such a good father,” you whisper, kissing his lips. 
“Dumpling asleep?” he asks. “I am not sure,” you say, walking to your son’s room. 
Both you and Toji look at each other and smile at the scene in front of y’all. The two of you are met with Megumi sleeping on his desk, softly snoring, looking peaceful. 
Toji heads toward his son and carries him. “Dumpling… you got heavy,” he whispers, putting his son on his bed and covering him with a blanket. 
You walk over to your son and kiss his forehead. 
“Goodnight, sweetheart,” you whisper. 
Your husband closes the door, “Now let’s head to bed as well,” he says, holding your waist. “You locked everything?” Toji asks, getting a nod from you. 
“Just need to turn off the lights,” he says, letting you go to switch the lights off. “Alright, bedtime,” Toji smiles, holding your waist again as you both head to y’all bedroom. 
Toji turns on the lamp from his side, taking his glasses from his nightstand and putting them on. He lies on the bed, takes out his journal, and marks things down. Meanwhile, you lay down, looking blankly at the ceiling. Your husband notices that you are spacing out, having him put his journal and glasses back inside the nightstand. 
“What are you thinking in that pretty head of yours?” he asks, looking over at you. 
Toji moves closer to you, pulling you towards him. “Sunshine? You okay?” he asks, getting worried by your silence. 
You nod your head, “Just thinking…” you respond. 
“About?” Toji asks, kissing your shoulder. 
You sigh, finally looking at him and hiding in his broad chest. “Our precious children,” you mumble, which your husband understands.
Toji kisses your head, making you look up at him. “What about our kids?” he asks, brushing a string of hair away from your face. 
“How fast they have grown up…” you whisper, thinking about the baby photos.
Toji hums, letting you continue to speak as he knows you’re not finished. “Megumi is already in middle school, and our baby girl started pre-school this year… just crazy how time goes by fast….” you breathe out.
“Those baby photos just hit hard… from how tiny and chubby they look back then,” you smile, looking at your husband. 
“Especially Megumi’s, as I could die seeing him as a baby.”
“Toji?” you call at him, caressing his cheek. He looks at you and takes your hand as he kisses it. 
“Let’s have another one,” he responds, making you look at him like he’s crazy. “I’m serious. Let’s have another dumpling.”
You sit up, and your husband follows. “We don’t even have space in the house for another baby,” you explain, and your husband smirks.
“Don’t worry, I’ll build a room, and I’m serious,” Toji says, looking directly at you. “I-I… “ 
Toji smiles, holding your hand. “Look, I am not forcing you. I’m letting you know that I approve of having another baby if you ever want one. I know we never talked about having more kids, but I don’t mind having a big family,” he softly says, kissing your knuckles.
You wrap your arms around your husband’s neck, feeling his arms on your waist. You rest your head on his chest, “I do want another one,” you whisper. 
“And I hope it’s a boy.”
Toji kisses your neck, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure it’s a boy,” he whispers, sucking on your neck.
“T-Toji,” you moan, feeling your husband’s trail of kisses. “You wanna do it now?”
Toji lifts you and sets you on his lap, “Well, we gotta start at some point, and I think the sooner, the better,” he comments, taking off your shorts. 
“B-But the kids are asleep….” you whine as your husband squeezes the flesh of your ass. 
“Then you better keep it down because we have a busy night, baby,” he smirks, kissing your lips as he lays you down on the bed. 
And true to his words, it was a busy night as the two of you went at it till morning. You couldn’t open the shop because you couldn’t get out of bed. That wasn’t the worst part, but your daughter kept asking, “Why is mama sick?” “I heard a lot of voices at night. Was it a monster?” 
Although all of this, Toji did not stop completing his mission of getting you pregnant. He would ask his friend Jin and his wife if they could watch over the kids or let them sleep over for a few nights. Eventually, it all stopped when you announced your pregnancy to the whole family. 
“I’m gonna be a big sister!” Tsumiki smiles, hugging you and kissing you. 
“Hope it’s a boy,” Megumi excitedly says, looking over at you and his father. 
“Us too,” you say, rubbing your stomach. “It is,” Toji exclaims, holding you by the waist.
And he was right because soon, Sora Fushiguro was born, making you five. Well, maybe seven, as two new members are now part of the family, which are Megumi’s new dogs your husband gifted. 
You smile, watching your kids play with the dogs with the water hose. 
“They’re having fun, huh?” your husband says. 
You look over at him, who’s carrying your tiny chubby baby. 
“Yeah,” you laugh. 
You smile, taking Sora from your husband and kissing his chubby cheek. Toji kisses your head, wrapping an arm around your waist. 
“I love you,” he whispers, making you giggle. 
“I love you too,” you smile, kissing his lips before you continue to watch your children play with the dogs.
I’m so happy.
Me too.
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shentheauthor · 9 months
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Pretty please, headcanons on how each of the Harbingers would react to overhearing their subordinates gush over attractive they think they are? And when they next see them, the subordinates act like they didn't say shit?
Holy shit I finally got around to this one, I’m so sorry it took so long (I hope it’s ok)
How the harbingers react to their subordinates thinking they’re attractive
Pierro:
Ok first of all, he’s confused
And a little tired of it
He doesn’t know what a “dilf” is, and he doesn’t want to find out
(Someone save him)
When the subordinates pretend nothing happened, he just sighs
He doesn’t have time to deal with this
Is he a little flattered? Yeah, but mostly he’s done w this shit lmao
Capitano:
Another confused guy
Look he knows most ppl would find him attractive
But he would rather everyone focus on anything else
He just leaves it be
He does find it a little funny that his soldiers think he doesn’t know
Y’all ain’t subtle
One day he’ll reference one of the things the soldiers said about him
And they will all lose their MINDS
They can never prove it happened, and nobody will ever believe them
Dottore:
Bestie he KNOWS
He knows he’s attractive ok
And he thinks it’s hilarious
He will listen in on the conversations, and then mention it later
If the lab assistants try to pretend it never happened
He will be like
“Oh then the security cameras won’t show anything”
Shuts y’all right up
He is such a little shit lmao
Columbina:
She also knows she’s hot and pretty
She literally won’t say anything
But the soldiers will be able to tell she knows they’re talking about her
They will never be completely sure
She likes watching them squirm
Call it sadism I suppose
Or just being a little shit
Regardless, you won’t be able to fool her
She KNOWS
Arlecchino:
Oh no guys
Please be careful around her KGJGKG
She doesn’t take kindly to people being “insubordinate”
And this qualifies as that
Gossiping about her instead of doing your job?
Hell no
Pretending you weren’t talking about her is actually the best course of action here
She’ll let you off with a warning
She is a little bit amused, but for the most part
Tread carefully
Pulcinella:
Another confused boye
He knows he’s not super attractive by conventional human standards
(Coward standards /lh)
He doesn’t mind it, he isn’t insecure at all
But he will laugh bc it’s just kinda silly /pos
He’s flattered in the end
Clearly it’s not affecting your job since everyone pretends it never happened
So it’s fine
Don’t try anything tho, he’ll bring out that cane and SMACC
Scaramouche:
RUN
He isn’t above hitting his soldiers
You won’t even get the chance to pretend it didn’t happen, I’m sorry
He’ll punish the soldiers right away as soon as he hears it
He’ll also be smug about it for weeks tho
Brags ab it to the others, who hate him even more bc of it
He finds humans so amusing
They’ll be attracted to the MEANEST person in the world
But hey his ego is stroked
Sandrone:
Mmh please run, for your greater good
She will turn you into dolls
I’m sorry
Whether she’s angry or she likes it
You will die
But ig if you’re lucky you might become her favorite…?
Idk if that’s enough to save you
But it won’t hurt as bad
You will not get a chance to pretend it never happened
I’m so sorry
Signora:
Eye roll™️™️
She doesn’t really care
She does find it funny that y’all try to pretend nothing happened though lmao
You don’t even know she heard, and you’re still trying to hide it
She doesn’t mind it as much as some of the others, thankfully
She’ll just leave you be
Pantalone:
He thinks it’s hilarious
His ego has been successfully inflated
He loves hearing his praises being sung
Can and will listen in on the soldiers gossiping more
It takes a lot of strength for him not to laugh when everyone pretends nothing happened
He won’t let on that he knows
Just let’s y’all do your thing <3
Tartaglia:
This man thinks he is the number one princess of the world
And he is correct
He knows how attractive he is
He embraces it
Another bragger
The other harbingers are SO annoyed
He’s worse than Scara
If y’all pretend nothing happened
He will just go
“Don’t be shy, I believe you were talking about my glowing hair?”
He is INSUFFERABLE
A can of worms has been opened
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blessedbucky · 2 months
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y’all got me from like 100 to almost 500 hits in a week and i thank you lovely fucking people for that so here’s an update with just SOFT ASS SATORU AND SUGURU
and a lil thirsting over DILF Toji
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sluttyhollow · 1 year
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“And I like my head slow, sloppy, disgusting, wet pussy in his face no cuffin, ooh he keep asking what are we, we nothing”
Warnings: oral sex (f recieving), toxic Toji & reader (kinda), female bodied reader with no pronouns, Toji being a bad dad if you squint but that’s nothing new, reader and Toji have unspecified age gap
Toji Fushiguro x BlackF! Reader
I was listening to Not My N*gga by KenTheMan and I started having thoughts about Toji. Yeah enjoy this brain rot y’all. I might do another part to this where Toji just sluts his pussy out idk 😭
Part 2
18+ No Minors
“Right fucking there oh my go-“ his mouth was a National fucking treasure. Expertly tonguing his so called affections into the depths of your folds. The wet muscle lulling out his mouth before flattening to drag the roughness across your clit. Repeating the motion over and over until he felt satisfied with the way your nails were sinking into his scalp, then moving to suck your slick from your hole. Tongue making its way in to fuck you with it that way.
The whole scene was debouched. Sweat coating your naked skin, eyes rolling back, forcing him to keep his assault going as you reverently shoved his face deeper into your folds. If you had known the man was as much of munch as he is, you would’ve been taken him up on his senseless begging to take you out.
Toji Fushiguro was your dilf neighbor who worked odd hours, stayed gone for days and weeks and continuously asked you to let him take you out when he saw you collecting your mail. He was 40 something, undoubtedly sexy as hell, but something about him was off. You didn’t know what his job was but you assumed he was dangerous, he looked it at least. That scar that sat across his lips, paired with the fact you’d only ever seen his 4 year old son once in the 6 months you’d lived there told you all you needed to know about him. Plus you were young, had your own shit, and had a number of people who’d pull up and give you what you wanted whenever you asked, truly pushin p so he was not a factor in your mind. But he looked happy when you finally let him take you out, like he really wanted you, poor baby he was. You’d run his pockets a little and then move on, he’d get the hint and leave you alone, Simple.
A fucking lie, he was all that was on your mind right now. The way he was eating your pussy just the way you liked was pushing you closer to the edge and quickly. Bucking your hips up to ride against the motions of his tongue you finally released with a cry, squirting across his face.
Dropping your hips you finally released his head letting him pull away from you. Looking up at him, face wet with your cum and a smile plastered on his face.
“How you feel about me now sweetheart, still think you can sing those shitty little songs I hear through my wall about being a “p bitch” or whatever. Quit playing with me and tell me that pussy mine”
A laugh bubbles out your mouth before you could catch it. “That tongue of yours is fucking amazing and I might be nice and let you taste me again but you’re still not finna cuff me Toji” moving your body to sit up so you can get dressed and leave his apartment you hear his laughter follow your words before his smile dropped
“The moment you let me get a taste of that pussy you became mine, that for the streets shit is done y/n, now bring me MY pussy so I can keep giving it what I know it likes” a hand wrapped itself around your ankle dragging you back prone before he attached himself back onto your his pussy causing you to arch up off the bed. Yeah, you may be out the game fr, especially if Toji had anything to say about it.
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kxnxrki · 1 year
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Orphic: “Which one is heavier…doubt or guilt?”
Na’vi!Colonel Quaritch x Fem!Na’vi!Reader
this is part fourteen. dilf series masterlist here :)
i can’t thank y’all enough for all of your beautiful messages of support and love!! literally!! y’all mean everything to me :’) thank you for being so patient,, hope you don’t cry that much enjoy ❤️
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warnings: hints of sewerslidal idealization (pls be aware!!) hella angst, some violence…will this story ever be happy???
wc: about 3.4k :)
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The Colonel's foot was aching.
Even though the bullet wound had healed weeks ago, the tendons were still sore as he crouched on the uneven surface of the rock, protesting against the weight that he supported with it.
The stream in front of him bubbled quietly, rushing past him as he kneaded the skin of his knuckles. For some reason, he wasn't scrubbing them as hard as usual. Perhaps it was a sign that he had given up and surrendered to the truth—that it would truly never be enough. The stains would remain smeared across his hands for eternity, haunting him through every lifetime.
His body was a tomb of regret, and every day that he was alive was regrettable. He found himself yearning for the compassionate touch of death, the final embrace that didn't care whether he was forgiven or not. Only then could he finally rest. The shadows that clung to him would at last consume him, and although he would never feel your touch again, he would at least be free from this curse of a second life, banished back to the underworld to stay.
His fingers became more aggressive with their scrubbing as he thought of his options. There were only two. He could live to serve as the RDA's puppet, and carry out the mass genocide of the Na'vi—people that he now looked like, your people—or he could end the mission right there, and finally succumb to the darkness that lurked in his mind.
Either way he was a hanged man, suffocated by the rope wrapped soundly around his neck.
He removed his pruned fingers from the water, and they slightly trembled as they acclimated to the balmy air that surrounded him. The water was always cold, a perfect contrast to the flames of Hell that licked at his feet, ready to swallow him whole.
He glanced over at the still forms of his squad, resting around him in their scant sleeping bags. He had been entirely too hard on them, pushing them to their limits as they trudged through the forest everyday, hoping that they could find a way up into the mountains. It was a begrudging cycle that they had been trapped in for the past two months; waking up from fitful nights of sleep to stumble through the foliage that hid danger under every luminous leaf, before finding a meager place to rest just before the final rays of light in the sky died with the eclipse. It was a merciless wheel that kept spinning, and the further they went into the flora, the more dangerous their mission became. His entire squad was falling apart at the seams. They all had their ailments, but Lopez in particular was sick with some kind of infection that was beyond Ja's capabilities as a medic. He was progressing by the hour, with a fever so high that he was now resting in the stream to cool down just a few feet away from where the Colonel was neurotically washing his hands. They had been stuck there for almost a week, making zero progress.
Their mission was killing them—but ironically, that was the point. They were replaceable, just pawns for the RDA to use and destroy. In the grand scheme of things, that's the way that it had to be. They were on this moon to cultivate it as the future home for humanity, and they couldn't fail, not when their entire existence depended on it. It would always be mission first, and he had sacrificed everything, absolutely everything, all for the damn mission.
His body, his life, his soul...even you.
A tear fell.
He absentmindedly gazed at it as it soaked through the hem of his shirt. It was the same shirt that he gave you once, an innocent gesture before it became something more. The ice around his poor, angry heart started to melt, and for the first time since the General told him the cruel truth, he let go.
The tears that ran down his face were cold as powerful, silent sobs racked through him.
Everything was nothing. He was nothing, especially without you to make his heart ache every time you smiled, reminding him that he had one, and that it beated solely for you. For you, he would have happily given anything, sacrificed everything, tore his very being apart, fiber by fiber, just to remold himself into something worthy of you. Somewhere along the way, you had become his new mission—his new purpose. You were his everything, but all he could do was fail you.
He sat at the water's edge, watching it flow through swollen eyes. The sobs had ceased, and the only evidence of his emotional state was hidden deep in his irises, too far down for anyone to see. No one ever cared to look that far within him anyway. To them, he was only an expensive experiment. A ghost with borrowed memories. A Colonel. A pawn.
They would never be able to see him like you did.
Your tracker brushed against his collarbones as he rose to his feet. A painful reminder of what he had and what he lost. It was such a familiar feeling, one that flowed like lead through his bloodstream. The guilt, the regret, the anguish. Each loss was different, but losing you was a unique type of misery, one that had him begging for death just to see you again in the afterlife, if such a thing existed.
With the back of his hand, he wiped the tear trails from his cheeks as he began the walk over to Lyle's bag. He hated to have to wake him up just to switch, knowing that he wouldn't be able to rest, not with the weight of his grief choking him like it was. His exhausted lieutenant needed all of the sleep that he could get, and he contemplated on staying on watch for the rest of the night, refusing to wake any of his squad. They were all that he had left, and he would take care of them. He had to ease their burdens in any way that he could, whether it was letting them rest while he stayed awake, or keeping the truth of the bombing to himself. He watched their chests slowly rise and fall under their thin blankets, the moment of peace the only one they would get before the next day arrived, no doubt bringing with it more frustration and uncertainty.
Peace was hard to come by, not only because of the war, but because you were no longer there to offer it. He felt the pressure of fresh tears build in his chest again, welling up, rising—
In the distance, something snapped.
He jumped, immediately unholstering his pistol and pointing it in the direction of the sound, all thoughts and feelings abandoned.
He had slowly become accustomed to the ambience of the forest, gaining the ability to discern sounds of normal activity from ones that indicated danger.
And that sound was not normal.
He used his free hand to hoist the rifle to his right—Lyle's rifle—over his shoulder. He also checked at his waist for his knife, ensuring that he was armed to the teeth before starting in the direction of the sound. It had come from just up the stream and around the bend, not even twenty feet from his squad, and entirely too close for comfort.
He switched to the rifle, searching through the thermal scope for any sign of anything. He had adapted over the weeks spent in the forest, and after his squad came across a pack of viper wolves attracted to the noise that they were ignorantly making one night, he had learned exactly why the Na'vi travelled barefoot. He was silent as he crept along the bank, his core twisting in varying degrees to search every direction.
There was movement to his left in the brush, the sound of rustling making his ears perk up. Through the scope, he could see someone, trying their hardest to stay still. The outline of them was small, yet too tall to be a human.
He tightened his hold on the rifle as he veered to his right, attempting to sneak around behind them and take advantage. It was a tactical move, one that would ensure that he gained control without compromising himself.
He took a deep, calming breath.
Control.
He needed to be back in control.
His footsteps were hushed as he darted past the last of the foliage, closer and closer to the splotch of color in his scope that seemed to be hiding under a suspended tree trunk. He lowered the rifle, switching again to something more discreet as he hooked his fingers around the hilt of his knife, unsheathing it as quietly as he could.
The bark of the tree was rough against his palm as he crouched down, his eyes meeting a pair of widened ones, their yellow hue so bright they seemed to glow with fear.
It was a boy, but before he could discern anything else, something shiny sliced at him, glinting at him through the shadows.
He easily dodged the blade, deflecting it with his own as he used his other hand to quickly pin the arm that held it to the ground. His attacker hissed, a pained sound that made his ears twitch.
"Drop it," he demanded, holding his knife against the boy's wrist, "either that, or I cut it outta your hand. Your choice."
Another weak hiss met his ears, but he ignored it, instead wholly focused on the hand now under his own and counting the fingers.
One, two, three...four.
Four fingers.
He couldn't stop the treacherous grin that made its way across his face. Finally, he had a bone to chase instead of his tail. The suffering that they had all endured for the last several weeks would finally amount to something.
He reached as far as he could under the tree, searching for the base of his attacker's neck. He grazed the thick braid hidden within a mop of smaller braids and latched on, using it to drag the boy out. He once again met yellow eyes, vibrant with panic.
"Well, I'll be damned," he peered at the slightly familiar blue face that was scrunched in pain, his tone reminiscent.
"You look just like your daddy."
The forest was calm, until it wasn't.
You felt the shift in your bones, an awful, dangerous feeling settling in the bottom of your gut. Something was very, very wrong.
Your toes sank into the muddy bank next to the stream, caked from your wandering alongside it. You had been moving upstream from the pond that the stream ended in, leaving Camellia there to flit around the treetops. That was some distance ago, and there was still no sign of the Colonel. You were starting to lose faith again.
Perhaps what you saw was just a fantasy, conjured up from your desperate mind to appease your aching heart. Maybe it wasn't a gift from the Great Mother.
Maybe she had finally abandoned you.
Your songcord thumped along the side of your thigh as you trudged on, your legs burning from the incline. The air was heavy with dread, signifying that something bad was indeed taking place. You followed your gut, keeping a steady hand on your bow.
There was a faint brush of something against your arm, and you jerked back as multiple kenten exploded in a bright display of color from the leaf, your bow reflexively drawn. You loosened a sigh, attempting to calm your racing heart as you stood still for a moment, listening to the sounds of the forest. Where there was usually the hum of life, there was a dull buzz, drowned out from whatever that awaited you. You hoped that it was something that you could overcome.
The kenten danced in the air, their strange formation making you tilt your head in confusion. They were hovering in a line, their positions almost making a path for you to follow.
And so you did.
They shifted you away from the stream, leading you deeper into the trees. You saw one floating above a tree trunk and you looped your bow around your torso before you climbed up, your muscles stinging with the movement. When you had enough room to stand, you walked along the bark, your tail swaying behind you for balance.
You went on for what felt like an eternity, hopping from one branch to another as the stream came back into your line of sight. The kenten had taken you through a shortcut, it seemed.
But suddenly, they vanished, leaving you in the much less bright, almost eerie glow of the trees. You started to panic.
What if they had sensed something that you didn't? Something dangerous.
Your fingers wrapped around your bow, starting to tug it over your head, but then, you heard it.
That lazy, deep drawl that always made your head spin.
The words were muffled, but it sliced through the trees, sending shivers down your spine. You knew that voice, dreamed of hearing it again every night, prayed to the Great Mother to see the man that it came from once more.
Tears began to well in your eyes. Of course, the path wasn't simple, but in the end it had lead you to right where you needed to be.
You spotted a thick vine at the end of the branch that you could safely climb down, and you crept toward it, careful to keep your footing through your blurred vision.
Your heart began its telltale thumping, pounding in your chest. The feeling was indescribable, almost like your very heartstrings were stitching themselves back together. You didn't just miss him. You cried for him, begged the Great Mother for him, ached for him...you even died for him.
And now, your sacrifice would finally be rewarded.
Your mind was foggy with shock as his voice drifted through the air, closer and closer to you. The words were clearer now, but you could only make out a few, the English that he had taught you forgotten in the back of your mind, locked away with everything else that reminded you of him. It was a cage too painful to open, and the only things that leaked out were jagged, just like the beads that laid around your neck.
You hesitated, doubt beginning to creep in. What if he didn't recognize you? What if he had forgotten you? Or worse, what if you were truly nothing more to him than just a pawn in his mission?
The ugly thought made your feet stop in their tracks, frozen with despair. Have faith, the Tsahik had said, but at what point did faith turn into plain delusion?
Go, your heart whispered, but your body was stubborn, refusing to cave. The Tsahik's words echoed in your mind.
A fighter’s spirit.
More like a coward’s spirit, a weak one that couldn’t even face the man that you had died for, doubtful of the meaning that your very existence gave him. Your heart tugged but your mind pushed, a war that churned your insides, rendering you absolutely rapt.
So rapt, that you almost missed the Na'vi words that were hissed by the stubborn Na'vi boy.
"I don't speak English, skxawng!"
Your heart leapt into your throat. There was only one boy thick-headed and daring enough to follow you in the middle of the night, and his voice was unmistakable, full of innocent courage and brash determination. You knew it well, and you could tell when he was overcompensating for the fear and panic that was no doubt surging through him.
Your muscles moved on their own accord, no longer frozen. If the Colonel figured out who he was, who he had come from…you could only pray for Eywa’s mercy.
"Where is your father?" The Colonel demanded.
Lyle watched with his arms crossed, blinking away the sleep in his eyes. He spotted Mansk doing the same, his hand pressed to his mouth to muffle his yawn while his other hand rested on the hulking machine gun strapped to his shoulders.
To say that he was tired was a gross understatement. He was exhausted, completely fatigued from roaming around the forest like an animal for the past two months. The air was always sticky, he was always tripping over roots, and not to mention the bugs...
He turned his attention back to the Colonel and his new catch. The Na'vi boy with four fingers. The half-breed. Sully's kid.
If only Lopez was well enough to see it for himself. Their long days of searching could only be filled with random conversations, and the topic of fingers had come up only a few days back.
'What do you think they would have?' Lopez mused as they waded through a river. The air was hot, sticky, and Lyle was thankful for the distraction from the swarm of bugs that hovered around his head, attracted to his bald skin.
'I dunno,' he responded, glancing at his own fingers. 'I bet it would probably be a mix, with genetics and all that sciencey shit. Punnet squares, heterozygous, homozygous, y'know.'
Lopez hit him with a sidelong glance.
'Even with all the shit that Z-dog says, I think you're actually smarter than you let on, Wainfleet'. He hummed, suddenly deep in thought. 'I'd say four, just like their dad. Then maybe with more kids, the trait would appear less.'
Lyle grinned. 'You're starting to sound like one of the lab coats now.'
Lopez grinned back. 'Takes one to know one.'
He had fallen sick that night, and was getting worse ever since. Lyle couldn't bear the thought of him really turning for the worst during their interrogation, and he only hoped that Ja, Prager and Z-dog could keep him stable while they joined the Colonel.
Although their days in the forest had been just barely short of Hell, they were bearable with the company of his squad mates. For the first time in a long time, he felt like he had friends, a family, and the thought of losing them was too much for him to handle. He had already lost too many, and losing any of them now would push him to where the Colonel was, consumed with grief.
He stared distantly at the fingers now wrapped around the Colonel's forearm, attempting to increase the distance between his knife and the boy's throat. The positioning of the Colonel's fingers around the blade made it obvious to anyone with a trained eye that he wasn't aiming to hurt him, but Lyle was sure that to the boy, the knife was threatening regardless. He wasn’t quite there yet, but Lyle knew that with another loss, the Colonel wouldn’t be as gracious. The wound that your death had carved in him was deep enough, completely transforming him into the devastating whirlwind of terror that Lyle could barely recognize.
"Where is he?" The Colonel demanded again.
The boy spat out a string of Na'vi words, only a few that Lyle could recognize, before hissing. The Colonel hissed back. It was a sight that made him exchange a glance with Mansk. The glow of the forest floor reflected off of the lenses covering his friend’s eyes—a pair of glasses identical to his in every way except for the color—but suddenly, just barely, he saw something at the edge of them, rapidly approaching.
“Duck!” he yelled, but Mansk was too slow, weighed down by his bulky weapon.
A purple something splattered on the side of his face, the blue insides oozing down his cheek. Immediately, they both raised their guns high in the air, searching for the origin of the odd projectile.
The Colonel tightened his hold on his captive, his eyes scanning the trees above him. He sheathed his knife, quickly reaching for the pistol at his side—
An arrow wizzed by his fingers, barely grazing his knuckles. He felt the skin slice open as blood began to trickle out.
"NA'VI!" Mansk hollered, aiming the brutal barrel of his machine gun into the trees, but before he could shoot, another purple something landed squarely in his face. He dropped his weapon and it landed with a heavy thud, as his gloved fingers hastily wiped at the vibrant blue slime caked across his features.
One smacked Lyle in the face too, and the Colonel watched in horror as they frantically wiped at their sunglasses. His fingers tightened on the braid in his grasp as he tensed, waiting for his own purple gift, but what he received was something beyond his imagination.
Something impossible.
It couldn't be, but yet...
Like a ghost, you had appeared out of thin air. Your chest heaved as you eased out of the crouch you landed in, your fangs bared. The yovo fruit in your hand burst from your tightening grip, a reflection of the Colonel’s heart in his chest.
“Holy fucking shit,” Lyle whispered.
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Guys - it’s been a hell of a week but I’m finally back. I miss writing for y’all so I’m happy to be back 😭 but anyways, y’all answered and I deliver! This is my first blurb with dilf!jake so please be kind 💙 I know it’s trash but I wrote this quickly so oh well here it is 🫠
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{can be either Na'vi or human reader, smut, anal, age gap, mid 20s reader, pet names like baby, good girl, praise, dilf! jake, size kink}
Your body felt like it was on fire - the touch of Jakes large cold hands adding another layer of sensation as you laid under him. You felt so little, so fragile under his touch. He knew you felt like that and he loved every minute of it.
"Are you sure about this?" He asked a 3rd time, trying to make sure you really wanted this. You whined, waiting for the large Navi man to continue. "Please, Jake" was all you said - causing his large cock to twitch from your sweet, pleasing whines.
Already drunk on his touch, you didn't know if you could take Jake this way - but you've always wanted to try. You wanted to feel him in any way possible. "You're going to kill me, kid" he stated - positioning himself from behind.
His movements were slow - his hands caressing every inch of your body. You felt like you were going to burst any minute now. Jake firmly gripped your hips, positioning your body so your ass was right where he needed it. “Tell me if it starts to hurt, pretty girl” You wanted him now. You needed him now.
You felt the tip of Jakes cock press agains your ass - slowly pushing himself in. You mewled, trying your hardest to let Jake go deeper. You squeezed your eyes shut, keeping the tears from falling down your face.
Jake ran one of his hands through your hair, trying to calm your nerves. He could sense your pain but knew you would be feeling much better soon. You let out a loud whine, chest heaving as you felt him go deeper. “Shhh… just a little bit more, pretty girl” he cooed.
Jake pulled out slightly, pushing himself back in all the way finally. The sight of your smaller body under him and his cock inside your ass made him go completely crazy on the inside. He could bust right then and there.
“So big” you cried out - Jake smirking as he started to move. You were a whining mess, causing him to move faster. “You like that, huh? You like daddy’s cock in your ass?” you nodded your head yes - unable to say a word. He was right, it felt so fucking good. The pain was completely gone - only pleasure now. “You’re doing so good, baby.” He praised.
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dawned in - MYG
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during a game of hide-and-seek, it turns out to be a terrible idea when you decide to hide in the closet with your boyfriend - horny and needy boyfriend. Or not-so-terrible after all.
𓃠 yoongi’s birthday drabbles⁹ 𓃠
⤷ drabble for mortalised
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pairing — dilf!yoongi x reader
genre/rating — R | fluff, smut, pwp
word count — 3.1K
warnings/tags — bff2l, strong language, dad yoongi 🥺 & his lil girl, breast kink, hand kink, explicit smut — dom!yoongi, closet sex?, dirty talk, nipple play, hickeys, biting/scratching, fingering, spit kink, handjob, edging, choking, finger sucking
a/n — y’all already know how i feel about dilf yoongi 😩 this yoongi here in this drabble
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“Finally.”
Busy undoing the strap on your heels, you don’t notice your boyfriend’s presence behind you until you rise to your full height, arms wrapping around your waist as he buries his nose in your hair.
“Yoongi,” you giggle, reaching up to fit your hands in his silky hair, “couldn’t even wait till we’re upstairs?”
Only because you’ve seen that look before, you’d noticed that he’d been giving you those same sexy eyes throughout the evening. Even if he was the one who planned your date night, he was impatient. Constantly checking his watch or reminding you that you would need to go home early because of work tomorrow morning.
But you knew he was just making excuses.
His hands roaming your body, soft lips latched to your neck proves that your suspicions were true. And you’re not complaining, since you’ve been thinking about it all week yourself. The reason why he planned the date in the first place was because you’ve been too busy these past few days, and you barely had time to sit and enjoy each other’s company like you usually would.
Stumbling to the staircase, you twirl around to face him, hopping a few steps ahead to hear him grumble, face scrunched up with annoyance before he reaches for you. You snigger, making a show of dodging his touch before sprinting up the stairs. But he’s too fast, grabbing hold of your waist with his large palm once you reach the top, other hand curling around your throat.
You catch your reflection in the hallway mirror, the sight of his hand on your body sending a pleasurable shiver down your spine.
“We’re upstairs now,” he husks, piercing eyes meeting yours in the mirror, “let’s ta—”
A thump from the hallway on your left has both your heads snapping in the direction of the sound. You share a confused look once you notice that Yura’s bedroom light is still on, her door left ajar. It’s a little over 9PM, and even if you had returned from your date earlier than usual, it’s still way past the little girl’s bedtime.
Hand slinking into yours, he gestures for you to follow him as you tiptoe to her room, socked feet pressing into the carpet. He pushes her door open a little wider, met with the sight of Yura kneeling beside her cockatiel’s pink cage.
“It’s just me and you, Pikachu. I can’t sleep,” she sighs, poking a tiny finger between the thin bars, “should I take you out for a little longer? Don’t make too much noise, okay? Mum is sleeping.”
Yoongi pushes the door open further, causing the gown hanging on the back to fall from the hook, startling her.
“Dad!” She yells, hands flying to her chest, “you scared me!”
“Sorry,” he beams, walking into the room with you tailing him, “what are you doing up? You’re supposed to be asleep.”
You settle behind her on the bed, combing a hand through her hair, “can’t sleep?”
Her eyes fall to the rug, “mhm.”
Yoongi settles next to her, crossing his legs, “why not? You woke up early today. Where’s mum?”
“She’s asleep,” she mumbles, tugging at the hem of her pink sleepshirt, “I had a nap today so I’m not tired now.”
Yoongi’s gaze flickers to you before he reaches for his forehead, rubbing at the tension between his brows. You recall that Yoongi had warned Rika, a million times before, that Yura shouldn’t take naps during the day because when the time comes for her to sleep at night, she won’t be able to.
But that’s what she does, to avoid taking care of her while Yoongi’s at work during the weekends, she makes her take naps.
He sighs deeply, reaching for her hand. “What have you been up to then?”
With renewed energy, she springs to her feet, “I was watching slime videos.”
“Slime videos,” Yoongi parrots a little baffled, joining her under the covers while you’re crawling in next to them.
“Oooh ASMR slime videos,” you smile, leaning back against the headboard with her, “they’re so satisfying to watch.”
“Yeah,” she giggles, clicking play as she angles the screen so all three of you can watch, “it’s clay cracking ASMR.”
Yoongi’s as confused as ever, squinting at the screen as she explains what ‘clay cracking’ is.
“Okay,” Yoongi yawns, cuddling her to his chest, “one more video and then you’re going to bed.”
Without much of a fuss, she agrees, yawning right after him which only has you falling into the soporific action, rubbing at your eyes. Yoongi’s head snaps in your direction when you hop off the bed, silently enquiring if you’re actually tired and going to bed without him.
“I’m gonna shower,” you announce, bending over to press a kiss on Yura’s cheek, “goodnight princess.”
She offers a sweet, gap-toothed smile, “goodnight.”
“I’m gonna stay here and put her to bed,” Yoongi informs, “could you turn on the lamp on your way out?”
“Sure.”
Once you’re out of the shower, freshly moisturized and prepped for bed, because you know Yoongi must’ve fallen asleep if he hasn’t returned yet, you decide to wait a few minutes for him. A few minutes turn to fifteen – you get out of bed to check up on them. Only to find the two still awake, their round faces lit up by the screen.
Yoongi sits with his fist pressed to his cheek, shooting you a defeated smile as you round the bed.
“You’re still up?”
He sits up, folding the blanket over his body, “come on Yura. It’s time for bed now.”
“But I’m not tired,” Yura complains, tiny fists hitting the blanket, “I can’t sleep dad.”
You can tell that Yoongi’s patience is wearing thin, especially when he flops back down on the bed and reminds her of how many slime videos they had watched so far.
An idea pops in your head. Something you and your siblings used to do whenever you couldn’t sleep, and you didn’t want to disturb your parents. By the time you were done, you’d all be passed out.
Crouching by the bed, you pinch her cheek, “why don’t we play a game?”
Her small eyes widen, “a game?”
“Yep,” you grin, searching Yoongi’s eyes for any sign of disapproval. You find nothing except interest. As if he’d do anything to get her to sleep.
“What game?”
“Hide-and-seek?” You suggest, chuckling when she cheers.
“YES!”
“Hide-and-seek?” Yoongi repeats, chewing at the corner of his mouth, “it’s too late for that.”
“It’d be fun,” you coax, shrugging lightly, “we’ll hide upstairs only, so we won’t disturb your mum.”
“Yeah!” Yura squeals, wrapping her arms around your neck. “Who should seek first?”
“We’ll play rock, paper, scissors to decide,” Yoongi nods, rolling up the sleeves of his white t-shirt.
“Oh,” you jest, sharing a teasing look with Yura as her dad holds up his fist, “he wants to play with us now.”
She titters, “fine, you can play with us dad.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes, “come on, rock, paper, scissors.”
Not paying much attention to the pregame, Yoongi’s out, which has him seeking first.
“I WON,” Yura shrieks, already bouncing off the bed, “you can count in the hallway, and we’ll hide.”
Yoongi nods, hands swaying to his sides while you’re already plotting your hiding spot, “to what number?”
“Two hundred.”
“What,” Yoongi tsks, eyes widening slightly, “I’ll count in tens then.”
“No,” you chuckle, turning to Yura, “what number should he count till?”
She taps her chin, “uhmmm, fifty?”
“That’s too less,” you object, “we won’t have enough time to hide. How about seventy-five?”
“Yes! Seventy-five. Is that okay, dad?”
“Yeah,” he grumbles, leaving the two of you alone as you wait to hear him begin counting. Once he does, you both spring to action.
Yura slides under her duvet, a lump clearly visible which only has you giggling.
“Yura,” you chuckle, lifting the fluffy edge to find her bundled up like a rabbit, “he’ll find you here.”
She shakes her head, “no, he won’t. He won’t check here because he’ll think we went out of the room. Come hide with me!”
With a hop to the side, she pats the space next to her, “come on! He’ll be done any minute.”
As you’re squeezing in next to her, your hand slips on the sheet and you face plant into her Hello Kitty plushies. She slaps a hand over her mouth, muffling her giggles while you join in her laughter, reaching forward to tickle her sides.
“You’re laughing at me huh?!”
She rolls onto her back, hair flopping over her face, “no, stop!”
When she nearly boots you in the face, you decide to move away, hands tucked under each other.
“Fifty-six…” You hear Yoongi count from the other end of the hall, his lazy drawl has another round of giggles bubbling out of your lips, heads bumping into each other.
She rests a hand on your forearm, drawing patterns on your skin, “you smell nice.”
“Thank you, baby,” you grin, pinching her cheek softly, “so do you.”
“Ready or not…here I come.”
Excitement building, you tuck your head between your hands, eyes scrunched shut as you hear his footsteps become louder and louder. You know he’ll find you easily, but that just means the game will be over quicker.
You lift your head to find Yura impossibly close, her face lit with pink, “do you think—”
“Shush!”
“FOUND YOU!”
The blanket gets tugged over your bodies, exposing you to the dim lighting in her room. Yura lurches into Yoongi’s arms, squealing when he throws her up in the air.
He cocks a brow, “hey, you guys were hiding together? That’s against the rules.”
Yura rolls her eyes, cupping her father’s cheeks between her tiny palms, “no, it’s not.”
Yoongi’s eyes bug out of his head comically, lips puckered which only has the two of you doubling over with laughter at his goofiness.
“Come on,” you clear your throat, wiping the tears from your eyes, “let’s go again.”
Another round of rock, paper, scissors and Yura is the one seeking this time. You don’t know where Yoongi disappears to, but you’re determined on finding a good hiding spot this time. Roaming around the house, looking for corners and caves. You decide to hide in one of the guest bathrooms, then realize that you’d just have to be sitting in the shower which is hardly a good hiding spot.
Tiptoeing across the room, you push down the handle to the closet, stepping in before you spin around and shut the door tightly. It’s pitch black in the closet, the smell of pine and sandalwood fills your nose while you’re trying not to think scary thoughts. You can barely see your own hands in front of you.
So when you feel another pair sliding around your waist, your soul nearly jumps out of your body.
“WHAT THE—”
“Shush—” from the voice you can tell it’s Yoongi, large hand pressed to your lips “—it’s just me.”
You peel his hands off your mouth, the outline of his face barely visible.
“God,” you sigh, heart beating erratically in your chest, “you scared me.”
He chuckles, low and husky, “sorry.”
Pouting in the darkness, you turn around and press your back to his cushiony chest, slotting his fingers into yours. You won’t admit that you are a little relieved that he’s hiding in the creepy closet with you.
“Do you think she’ll find us in here?”
Not knowing the intent behind his question, you respond with: “nah. Even if she does think to come on this side of the house, she’ll be too scared to check in the closet.”
He hums, breath kissing your ear, “okay.”
A wave of goosebumps prickles your skin when you feel his hand slide under your sleepshirt, dangerously close to the band of your panties.
“Yoong—”
His teeth catch on the skin below your earlobe, fingers tipping up your chin so your head rests on his shoulder. You go without thought, clutching his wrist when his index finger swipes across your inner thigh, causing your pussy to clench around nothing.
“I’ve been waiting for this all week, kitten,” he murmurs, tonguing at the sore spot he had just attacked on the column of your throat, “you’ll let me have it, won’t you?”
Your lips slide over each other when he dips his hand into your underwear, kicking your legs open as he spreads your lower lips. A whimper leaves your parted lips when he flicks your click from side to side, eyes falling shut as you lean into his touch.
“I asked you a question,” he grits, fingers pressing into the sides of your throat, “answer me, kitten. Otherwise, you’ll get nothing tonight. And I know you won’t be able to handle that, with the way you were looking at me all night.”
You want to argue that he’s been giving you that look he’s talking about, but words fail you when he nips at the tender spot on your shoulder, middle finger curling around your puffy clit.
Breaths a little strained, you spin around in his hold, pulling him closer by his belt loops to feel his bulge press into your lower belly.
“You can have me,” you susurrate, speaking against his lips, “but you’d have to be quiet.”
Even in the dark, you can see the confusion in his face. But it all gets wiped away when you unzip his pants and reach into his boxer briefs to pull out his thick cock.
“Fuck,” he grits, jerking into your hand as you stroke him till he’s fully hard in your hand.
He hooks your thigh around his waist, one hand sliding up your shirt to find your pebbled nipples, giving both enough attention by rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. A moan tumbles from your lips when he begins to rub at your clit frantically, slotting his lips against yours to catch all your sounds.
“Wait,” you mumble, pursing your lips as a long line of spit dribbles from your mouth to land on the bulbous head of his cock.
He shivers with the action, gaining momentum just as you begin to stroke and tug the length of his cock, rolling your palm from root to tip. As if to challenge your action, he removes his fingers from your panties, earning a whine from you, and pushes it between your lips, letting it slide across your tongue.
You hum, tasting yourself as he works his fingers into your mouth.
“That’s it, kitten, get it nice and wet,” he hisses, thrusting into your hand as precum dribbles onto your wrist, “fuck, suck it like you suck my cock.”
More slick drips from your cunt at the statement, letting go of his fingers with a lewd pop before they sink into your panties once again, folds even puffier.
“Fuck, you’re dripping for me.”
You brace yourself on his shoulders as he sinks two fingers into you, thumb working at your clit when yours splits the tip of his cock, now oozing and sticky. You aren’t prepared for the spine-tingling sensation once he begins to curl his fingers into you, rubbing at your sweet spot which has your movements on his cock stalling, head falling to his shoulder.
To your dismay, he removes his fingers from your pussy, earlobe caught between his teeth a little too hard.
“Did I say you could stop?”
Swallowing thickly, you pick up your movements once again, stroking his cock lazily as you tremble on your feet, bottom lip caught between your teeth to keep your moans from slipping.
His cock twitches in your palm, the air around you thick with his scent as you roll your hips into his hand. The coil in your abdomen tightens, pussy squeezing around his fingers as he continues to abuse your sweet spot, nothing but the filthy squelch along with his rumbling moans fill the confined space.
“Fuck,” you sigh, kissing up the side of his neck, “yes, yes, gonna cum.”
He speaks through gritted teeth, thrusts becoming erratic, “yeah? Gonna cum for me. Fuck, your hand feels so good kitten.”
Clit pulsing under his touch, you can feel a light sweat budding on your neck and face, nails piercing into the back of his neck as your pussy closes around his fingers. The sensation intensifies when he dips his head to catch your nipple between his lips, ensuing a string of curses from you as you drench his hand in your slick.
He pauses, strained breaths mingling with yours, “what was that?”
Tongue sitting dry in your mouth, you shake your head, a little dazed.
“What?”
Drawing his fingers out of your pussy slowly, he trembles when you let go of his cock, leg unhooking from his waist as the feeling of sweet bliss ebbs away.
He tucks his cock back into his pants, wet hand fitting into yours, “I think she’s coming.”
It takes you a second to return to reality, and then you’re worried too, hoping Yoongi hasn’t scarred your neck too bad. But a good amount of time passes as you stand in the darkness and wait for Yura to find you. Silently catching your breath.
Deciding to step out, you see Rika emerging from the guest bathroom. You’re just as stunned as her.
“What were you two doing in there?”
Ignoring her question, Yoongi dashes past her with you in hand, heading for Yura’s room. You almost feel a little guilty when you find her fast asleep in bed, her hands tucked between her legs which reminds you of the way her dad would sleep sometimes. You coo at the sight, how toasty and cuddly she looks surrounded by her plushies and pillows.
After washing his hands, Yoongi returns to her room to tuck her in properly, a grim smile on his face.
“She must’ve given up trying to find us,” he mumbles, watching her from the doorway.
You nod solemnly, playing with the short hair at the back of his neck, “yeah.”
With one last goodnight, he shuts the door behind him, expression changing in less than a second as he pulls you to his chest. Giggling, you place a lingering kiss to his pout, heat simmering in your core.
“Where were we?”
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lawschoolsammy's John Winchester Week !!!
-> June 14th-18th
Hey y’all! Are you ready to celebrate Tumblr’s (least) favorite daddy? In honor of Father’s Day, I’m hosting the second annual John Winchester week!
Content can be pro- or anti- John (contentious point from last year, but I stand by it!), solo or ship, etc -> anything goes as long as it’s John-centric and trigger-tagged appropriately!
**prequel content is allowed, as long as it’s centering John <3
All forms of creations are welcomed and encouraged – gifsets, art, fics, edits, meta, and anything else you can create! 
Anyone is welcome to participate, as long as you are respectful of the event and the other participants :) 
Tag all creations with #johnwinchesterweek and #johnwinchesterweek2023, and feel free to tag me @lawschoolsammy! I can’t wait to see what everyone creates! 
This year’s prompts:
June 14th: Grief / Loss OR JohnMary
June 15th: Gender, Sex, & Sexuality OR Spirituality
June 16th: John & Cars OR Johnpala (in collaboration with @tommymilkers spncarfuckersweek)
June 17th: Daddy Issues / Cycles OR John & Dean
June 18th: Father’s Day / Family OR Free Day 
If you have any questions, my dms and asks are open @lawschoolsammy. All I ask is that you be respectful!
FAQ under the cut: 
Why haven’t you reblogged my post?
June is an extremely busy time of year for me (especially this year), so I might have just missed it! If this is the case, feel free to DM me to let me know that you’re participating so that I don’t miss it. 
HOWEVER!! Although this is an “anything goes” event, I am a person and I do have triggers, and I may be unable to promote your creation on my blog for personal reasons. I won’t ask anyone to remove creations from the event tag (as long as it is trigger tagged appropriately), unless they are not John-centric or they are disrespectful of the event/other participants.
You have me blocked, or I have you blocked. Can I still participate?
Yeah, sure! I might not be able to promote your creation on my blog in that case but this event is for everyone who has something to say about John, not just my friends. 
Is [x] content allowed?
As long as it’s trigger tagged appropriately, yes! (If you’re worried about it getting hidden in the event tag bc of trigger tags, you can put the tags in text at the TOP of your post and put the content under a CUT.)
Why John Winchester? [Other DILF] is a MUCH better father and deserves a Father’s Day event!
If you think a different spn dilf deserves a Father’s Day week more, you are welcome to create your own event. If it’s a character I care about, I’ll even offer to co-run it! Let’s not pit bad bitches against each other <3
I hate John Winchester/I think this is stupid/I hate other people having fun
If you have a really serious issue with this event you can talk to me about it and we’ll see if we can figure it out. But ultimately, a week for people to post about a character you may not like is NOT the end of the world. 
Also, again, I understand that some people who like making content about him may not like him, or want to focus on his flaws. This event allows for content that tears into him! You can complain about him for 10 paragraphs (under a cut if it’s actually 10 paragraphs please… for the sake of our dashboards…) and it still fits the event! 
At the end of the day, we are all on Supernatural Tumblr for different things, and we aren’t all going to fit a perfect mold of a Supernatural fan. And if it really really bothers you, just block the tag!
Let me know if you have further questions, comments, or concerns.
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Kat, my beloved, I love you. 🥹🥹🥹
For the GMNO’s October Spooktacular, may I pretty please have my favorite grumpy apocalypse man, Joel Miller, and something like smutty/fluffy, just like some good time sexiness?
You are incredible, and I thank you very much. 🥰🥰🥰
Spooktacular Day 6: Trick or Treat
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pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader
rating: F (i initially meant to make this smutty but this went in a totally different direction and i’m not completely mad at it?? maybe a part two??)
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“You remember what to say?” Joel walked with his six-year old daughter, Sarah, up to his neighbors house, Tommy on her other side.
“Trick or treat,” she repeated the phrase her father had been teaching her over the last few weeks, this Halloween marking her first ever trick-or-treat experience.
“Alright,” Joel chuckled and stepped up to the front door and rang the doorbell, Tommy waiting behind the two.
“Well, hello. What do we have here?”
Joel’s breath was stolen from his lungs at the sight of his new neighbor, beautiful and around his age unlike all the others.
“Trick or treat!” Sarah exclaimed with a smile, holding her pumpkin-shaped pale towards you.
“Remember the song I taught ya?” Tommy whispered to the little girl while Joel stared ahead at you, unable to form any words but his lips parted anyways.
“Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me somethin’ good to eat! If you don’t, I don’t care, I’ll pull down your—“
“Alright,” Joel shushed his daughter with a chuckle, turning to give Tommy who was snickering behind them an unamused glare. “Sorry ‘bout that.”
“No, I thought that was great. Encore!” You smiled down at the girl, eyes unwilling to look too closely at the handsome dilf you’d been eyeing since you moved in last month. You reached into the candy bowl on your entry table and grabbed a handful, not worried about being too generous since you hadn’t seen many children besides Sarah around the neighborhood.
“Thank you,” Sarah grinned and looked up at her dad, Joel still gawking at you. “Can we go to another house now?”
“Yeah, uh, sure, honey,” he reluctantly turned his eyes away from you and to his daughter, petting the top of her head. “Tommy, you wanna take her next door, I’ll catch up with y’all in a second.”
You raised an eyebrow at him, both of you watching as Sarah and Tommy started towards the house across the street.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” You asked finally, confused but intrigued by his staying behind. Joel turned to you with a nervous chuckle, looking down at the doormat beneath his boots.
“I, uh, just wanted to introduce myself, I guess.” His green eyes met yours and you felt your cheeks heat, a smile finding its way to your face at the sight of him so nervous. You’d been admiring him from a distance for so long, but the view from up close was better than anything you could’ve imagined. “I’m Joel, that’s my little girl, Sarah. And that’s my little brother, Tommy.”
You nodded, giving him your name and shaking his hand, the warmth of his palm sending you into a frenzy. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Joel, but I’m sure your wife wouldn’t be too happy knowing that you’ve lingered at my doorstep this long.”
“No wife.” He smirked at you, seemingly seeing through your clever way of figuring out his relationship status. “What about you? Your boyfriend gonna be mad if I ask for your number?”
You chuckled, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning against the doorframe. “No boyfriend.”
“Good, well, I’d love to take you out sometime—“
“Daddy, look! I got so much candy!” Sarah came running up the lawn to her father, showing him the inside of her pail—everyone seemingly in a generous mood tonight.
“Gonna be bouncin’ off the walls,” he chuckled and turned back to you in time to see you scribbling on a scrap of paper before handing it over to him.
“Don’t be afraid to call me whenever.” Something in your tone caused Joel to stutter, mumbling some incoherent response as he tucked the paper in his pocket.
“I—yep—uh—c-call ya—alright,” he cleared his throat and gave you a smile before quickly turning around and walking to his brother standing on the sidewalk with an amused smirk. “Don’t you dare—“
“You’re blushing!” He teased, ignoring his brothers warning. “You see that, Sarah? Your dad’s blushing like a little girl.”
“Little girls don’t blush that bad.” Both men chuckled at her wit, Joel shaking his head and pushing his daughter forward.
“Come on, you two.” Joel chuckled again and shook his head. “Tweedledee and Tweedledum, I swear.”
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