Silver Bells And Cockle Shells

Silver Bells and Cockle Shells

; Widower Single Dad!Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Angst, fluff, smut

; Word Count: 22.2k

; Warnings: Mentions of death, grief, depression, insinuated blowjob and car sex, penetrative sex, masturbation, fingering

; Synopsis: Jung Hoseok has three beautiful daughters whom he loves more than anything in the world; Soo-ah, Ji-eun and Ji-soo. For five years now, it’s been only them and him against the world. But what happens when he wants to bring someone new into their lives?

; A/N: Hello, this is something I just randomly got in my head. Was meant to be a drabble…ha, evidently not. I half edited this but full honesty, I got bored and just wanted it out! If you like it, pleeeease reblog it! Leave me lovely comments and feedback, send asks and like it! I hope you enjoy this and that…it’s not boring or anything ;-;

; Sequel - Sleigh Bells Ring

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“Soo-ah!” Hoseok cursed, frowning deeply as he bent over and picked up the toothbrush she’d carelessly dropped to the floor after she’d brushed her teeth for bed. “Pick up your stuff after yourself!”

Sometimes he felt like he spent half his day chasing around after his daughters to put his house back together. Honestly, going to work could be classed as a relief at this stage in his life. Pausing for a moment, he stared at himself in the finger printed mirror before letting out a deep sigh and rolling his eyes. 

He was too young to be thinking like that. At only 33, he was pretty sure that he should only just be experiencing the stress he’d endured for the past ten years. His friends certainly were only just beginning to understand what he’d gone through.

Already, Jimin had started whining about how tired he was with his newborn son which was making Namjoon start to blanch whenever they met up and the conversation started. His own wife was due in three months and Hoseok was looking forward to being as smug as humanly possible whenever the younger man complained himself.

They’d all had to endure years of Namjoon saying it can’t be that bad and encouraging them all to simply remain calm and all that bullshit he spouted in his daily role as a psychiatrist. It had made Hoseok want to hiss fire at him when the man had no concept of trying to cope with two colicky babies alongside a five-year-old who tantrumed over the wrong breakfast cereal.

The man had it coming, Hoseok swore. A small, sinister part of him was hoping that Namjoon’s baby would be the antichrist but then he pushed that thought away. In actuality, he hoped that Namjoon and his wife would have the most pleasant experience as parents.

No matter what, he was positive it would be better than his own experience.

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↠ Pairing: Professor!Namjoon x Reader

↠ Word Count: 784

↠ Genre/Rating: sort of, almost smut; NC17

↠ Warnings/Tags: Namjoon is Daddy™️; almost exclusively making out, it gets hot though lol

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(hey! i agree that sometimes if they're idols it's awk because i definitely don't think of the actual jk when i read fics with jk -- it's the general image of him, not *him* the idol yaknow?) anyway -- if you are still doing these and feel comfy w it: yoongi and oc trying to have an innocent date night but can't keep their hands off each other (this is tame as shit -- don't judge my husband!yoongi loving heart

yea I get what u mean hehe ! this was inspired by Judy and benji’s Friday F days lol this is this tiny space au

Yoongi’s glaring. “Stop.”

“I don’t like the peas.”

“So that automatically means I like them?”

“No because you vowed that you would do anything for me and quite frankly eating my peas is a lot more tame than–you know. In sickness and in health, all that.” You flick another one of the mushy boogers into his Alfredo sauce with an ignorance Yoongi doesn’t hide his disdain for.

“Are you drunk?”

Your teeth are probably stained red at this point. You smile like you hope they are. “Perhaps.”

“You had a glass,” Yoongi says with disbelief.

“Well you were in the washroom longer than you thought you were, my genius.”

“Remind me not to shit at the Cheesecake Factory then.”

“Sure. Yoongi, your thighs look really good in your pants. I don’t remember you getting those pants.” You’re not sure when you decided to sit on his side of the booth, but you remember the heat of the candlelight and the shadow of his nose. The gilded angles of your husband that introduced some sort of itch in your belly that made him scoot over for your overbearing ass but he was so handsome it kind of hurt not being pressed up against him the way you are now. Yoongi clears his throat, and puts his palm on your knee.

“You picked them out for me, remember?” He asks carefully. “And you look good too.”

“Really?”

Yoongi rubs your skin with a slow thumb. “Yeah mama.”

You know he feels you shiver. He tastes like berries when you kiss him. “I don’t think I’ve ever gotten this drunk since Soonbok was born.”

“When was she born again?”

“Yoongi!”

“Like three years ago right? And eat your peas, drunkard,” he orders. You just move the peas around with a lazy hand and he sighs. “God, we’ve really been doing this for three years, huh.”

“Doing what?” 

“Child-rearing.”

“You make it sound so bad,” you groan. Yoongi shrugs. He still tickles your knee with his slow attention. “But it’s been fun.”

“You know she’s been asking.”

You squish a pea. “About what?”

“About why the baby seeds you’re eating aren’t growing yet.”

“I don’t like the garden analogy, you should’ve gone with the oven one.” You pat at Yoongi’s crotch, then press a kiss to the bottom of his neck. “Seeds are too… euphemistic.”

“Ha ha.” He humours you with the tilt of his head just so you can suck at the spot you like to make your own. His throat bobs like he wants to make a sound but there’s a couple a divider over. He’s never really been into that anyway.

“Let’s go bake a cake,” you whisper into the curve of his skin. And you know it’s not that sexy and entirely not thought-out but Yoongi laughs like it is.

“I’ll buy one on the way out.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know, moms. You’re not exactly the smartest oven.”

You scoff, “You love me and my saggy oven!”

Yoongi rubs at the pudge of stomach that never went away. (If that tummy stretched to fit a whole baby then who am I to say it’s ugly? he’d said one day when you cried over tight jeans.) He presses a kiss in between your eyebrows. “If I could proclaim to the world about how sexy my wife is with her saggy oven I would do it at the top of this table right now.”

“No you wouldn’t.”

“Yeah I wouldn’t but the thought still counts.” Yoongi holds your chin for your wine-stained mouth. “Are you done? Your neckline is low for no reason and you’ve been tempting me this entire time.”

“I’m done. If you pay I’ll walk out of this place with no panties on.”

His hand shoots up. A waiter comes. “Can I get the bill please?” 

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Park Jimin (BTS)/Reader Characters: Park Jimin (BTS) Additional Tags: this is straight FILTH, im sorry mom, degradation kink, Degradation, Praise Kink, Choking, Cum Eating, thigh riding, face fucking, Infidelity, Cheating, Prince Park Jimin, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Angst, Angst and Porn, Smut, it actually gets pretty angsty for awhile there, but i love me some sad smut ;(

Summary:

you, a maid for the royal family, have sex with the irresistible prince park jimin on his throne

“No amount of riches could keep me away from you. I deserve to choose how I live my life, and I choose to live it with you.”

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