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pandorxxx · 1 year

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Wrong kind of training (part 2)

Neteyam (30) x omatikayan fem reader (23)

Read part 1 here:

Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSE, age kink, praise kink, degrading kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, p in v, oral, mating, cursing, choking, slapping, creampie, multiple orgasms, belly bulge, neck bulge.

🔞Minors do not interact🔞

It had been a month since you and neteyam’s first encounter. Even though no one knew about you too, people had their speculations. The ways he talked to you, held you in public. It was only a matter of time before everyone truly found out. In the meantime, you two had been meeting at your regular spot every other night for training, but you were really there just to talk, kiss, touch….fuck.

“Mmmm daddy I’m s-so close!” You whined, holding onto the tree bark that your cheek was smushed into. He bent down to your ear, letting his fangs graze the lobe before kissing it

“I know, baby! Cum for daddy!” He grunted, drilling into you hard and deep. And on instant, your mouth flew opened as you squirted all over him.

“Fuck! You ready for me to fill you up? Huh?” He moaned as his thrusts became sloppier. You nodded frantically, spreading your legs farther apart to give him easier access.

“Yessss, just like that baby!” he growled slapping your ass before pumping his seed into you. He threw his head back, thrusting into you slowly to ride out his high.

“Mmmm” you hummed, feeling his seed paint your walls just right. He chuckled, kissing your cheek.“Daddy’s little girl, right?” He asked, pulling your hair behind your shoulders. You nodded again, smiling deliriously. He pulled out slowly, watching his seed run down your thighs as your legs twitched from your orgasm.

“Come on, baby” he smiled, turning you around before picking you up bridal style, walking towards the stream.“I’m going to clean you up, and then I’ll take you home.” He smiled, looking down at you as he walked waist deep into the river. He got to a rock, sitting you on it before cupping water in his hands, running it along your body.

“Neteyam? c-can I stay with you tonight?” You asked hesitantly, looking into his eyes desperately. He smiled again, sighing as he washed your thighs.

“You ask me this every night. What do I always say?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he waited for you to speak.

“It’s too risky, and my dad might find out.” You muttered, throwing your head down in defeat. He picked your chin up, looking into your teary eyes.

“Y/n, im supposed to be training you. What would your father think of me if he discovered this?” He asked, spreading your legs to wash your cunt gently.

“Is that why you haven’t mated with me yet? Because of my father?” You asked, closing your legs on his hand in frustration. He looked up at you through his eyebrows before standing up straight.

“Open your legs, y/n.” he commanded calmly, with a low growl building in his chest. “NO! Answer the question!” You shouted, crossing your arms. He clenched his jaw, looking around the forest before glaring at you.

“Keep your fucking voice down.” He growled, pointing his finger at you. You shook your head, pouting at him. “NO! TELL ME WHY YOU WON’T MATE WITH ME!” You shouted even louder. He nodded his head with pursed lips before getting in your face.

“Keep on, and I’ll give you something to scream about. Do you fucking hear me?” He shouted through gritted teeth, gripping your dainty arm tightly. You pouted up at him, as your eyebrows furrowed. He looked you up and down angrily before letting your arm go.

“Smart choice.” He spat, prying your legs opened again. “Now, I told you why I can’t mate with you, it wouldn’t look right!” He growled, still washing the flesh in between your legs gently.

“But you can fuck me on the regular?” You asked sarcastically, pushing him away as you got up, walking towards the shore.

“Y/N! Get back here!” He roared, following you to the shore. He caught up to you, pulling you back to him by your tail. You yelped in pain as you fell back into his broad chest.

“Now I want you to LISTEN!” he started, wrapping your tail around his forearm, yanking it slightly. “I do not have time for your attitude. I’ll put you in check right here, right now if you do not stop! You hear me?” He growled in your ear, yanking your tail hard.

“Ouch, I GET IT!” You screamed, holding on to his arm that had your tail wrapped around it.

“Walk.” He commanded, still holding your tail around his arm. You hissed loudly, making him yank your tail again.

“Ohhh you wanna test me tonight? Please give me a reason to wear you out right here!” He growled, snaking his free hand around to your neck, gripping it tightly.

“Now WALK!” He commanded again, clenching his jaw. You rolled your eyes, following his orders as you both walked to the shore. He let your tail and neck go, walking over to his loincloth.

“Get dressed, I’m taking you home!” He commanded loudly, nose flared as he tied his loincloth. You looked at him with disgust before bending down to grab your cloths. You tied them angrily, huffing and puffing with every movement.

“Let’s go! And I don’t want to hear another word from you!” He said sternly, watching you walk in-front of him silently.

The walk to your hut was silent. You walked in-front of him as he trailed behind, watching your back for anything dangerous. You finally reached your fathers hut, walking in without looking back at him, not even a goodbye. Neteyam walked in behind you, seeing your father at the table. You bolted to your room, slamming the door shut.

“Oh no, what happened?” Your father asked neteyam, still staring at your bedroom door in confusion. Neteyam shook his head, placing his hands on his hips as he plastered a face smile across his face.

“I think she’s just fed up with my training, Sir.” Neteyam started, sighing loudly before continuing.

“m-maybe it would be best if we….stopped for a while.” He projected his voice for you to hear through the door. Your heart sank as you cried on your cot. Was this his way of breaking up with you? Saying that he didn’t want to train you anymore?

“Yes, I understand. Maybe she just needs a break.” Your dad smiled weakly, shifting his eye contact from your door, to Neteyam.

“I think we both need a break, your daughter is a handful, sir!” Neteyam chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood. Your father laughed, nodding his head in agreement.

“Oh, tell me about it!” Your dad chuckled, motioning for Neteyam to come and take a seat. He obliged, sitting across from your father.

“I-I’m almost, worried for her.” Your father sighed, knocking his knuckles on the table as he shook his head. “in what ways, sir?” Neteyam asked, intrigued with the conversation.

“Well, she’s 23, and not a mate in sight. I’m afraid her stubbornness will be her downfall.” Your father confessed, gesturing calmly. Neteyam knew about your stubbornness all too well, but he also knew how to handle that like no other.

“Trust me, I understand how stubborn she can be, but their are many other qualities to her that a man would be happy to experience. Just give her time.” Neteyam spoke softly, nodding his head as he looked in the direction of your shut door.

“I hope so.” Your father shook his head, before stopping suddenly, looking up at Neteyam with glee. Neteyam was confused for a moment before he finally spoke.

“What is it, sir?” Neteyam asked, sitting up in his chair. “Don’t you have a training camp tomorrow? For some of the young warriors in the clan?” Your father asked with a smile, and wide eyes full of hope. Neteyam scratched his head in confusion, nodding his head at your father.

“Yes, sir. Bright and early!” Neteyam responded, sitting back in his chair again. Your father hesitated to ask this question, but he did anyway.

“What if you took her with you? She could meet the males her age, and hopefully find a mate!”your father whispered in pure excitement, not wanting you to hear the plan. Neteyam’s heart dropped at the mere thought of you being with another man.

“Oh, sir I don’t k-” neteyam started nervously, being interrupted by your father.

“Please, neteyam. You of all people know that she needs this.” Your father begged, gripping the sides of the table. Neteyam was devastated, it felt like his entire world came crumbling down at his feet. How was he supposed to endure you talking to another man? Building a bond with another man?

He sighed loudly, hesitating to say his next words, but he did. Neteyam wanted to keep your father happy, so he did what he had to do.

“I’ll be back in the morning to get her.” He smiled weakly, swiftly standing to his feet as your father did the same.

“Neteyam, Thank you. I will be gone on a hunting trip in the morning, so I’ll make sure she’s up, and ready to go for you.” Your father nodded, embracing Neteyam with a hand shake. Neteyam nodded firmly, before turning around to walk out.

You sat on the other side of your shut door, taking in the conversation about you. Did your father really think that you were stubborn? And Neteyam too? You didn’t want to be apart of this training camp, and you sure as hell didn’t want to meet the male warriors your age. All you wanted was Neteyam, and the feelings didn’t seem to be reciprocated as much on his end.

The next morning, your father woke you up bright and early, telling you what you already heard last night before he left for the day. You got dressed, before sitting at the table to eat your fruit.

You could sense Neteyam coming from around the corner before he even walked in. He walked towards the table slowly, sitting in the same spot he did last night.

“Goodmorning, y/n.” He spoke calmly, leaning back in the chair as he watched you eat. You looked into his eyes briefly, scanning his entire body before taking a bit of your fruit again.

“Is it good?” He asked, crossing his arms, glaring at you. “Really good” you snapped back, taking a slow bite out of the fruit as you maintained eye contact with him. He looked you up and down with a slight smirk.

“I have a feeling you are going to give daddy a reeeaaaallllly hard time today! Am I right?” He asked calmly, tilting his head.

“Correct.” You nodded, taking the rest of the fruit in your mouth, dusting your hands off. “And that’s fine. Just don’t get too touchy feely with my warriors, or you and I are going to have a huge problem.” He smirked followed by a low growl rumbling in his chest.

“I’ll do what I want.” You smiled at him, crossing your legs ontop of the table. He watched you intently, almost feeling enticed enough to take you right here, right now. Instead he chuckled lightly, shaking his head at you.

“What? You want some attention? I’ll give you some fucking attention. Lay even a single finger on one of my warriors, and I’ll show you.” He spoke in his melodic tone, nodding his head as he pursed his lips at you.

“Isn’t the whole point of this? to find a mate?” You asked with a smirk, crossing your arms across your chest. “My warriors are off limits.” He shook his head.

“All of the males are warriors, neteyam.” You smiled sarcastically. “Exactly…” he smiled, sitting up in the chair, placing his hands on the table.

“What? Afraid that i might actually find someone today? Someone my age as you like to say?” You asked all-knowingly as you squinted your eyes at him. He traced your body again, before glaring at you, licking his lips.

“Let’s go.” He commanded, standing swiftly as he walked towards the door. You rolled your eyes, before standing, walking towards him.

“Play nice today.” He said, following your body with his eyes as you made your way in-front of him, walking out of the hut.

Another quiet walk to the meeting spot for the warriors. Neteyam was in front, as you trailed behind him. He would occasionally look back to make sure that you hadn’t run off.

You two were getting closer to the warriors, as you started to hear distant male laughter, and arrows being shot through trees. You bent the corner to see 7 gorgeous warriors. They were all muscular, strong, and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of them.

“Alright settle down!” Neteyam shouted, standing before the warriors as the filed in. “Go sit over there, baby.” He whispered, pointing to the rock behind him, motioning for you to sit. You scanned the line of fine men quickly, before turning around to take your place.

“Are you not going to introduce us?” One of the warriors spat jokingly, making the others laugh. Neteyam snapped his head to him, glaring at him angrily.

“Are you here for her, or are you here to learn?” He asked sternly, and the entire line of young me fell completely silent.

“That’s what I thought. Start your warm ups.” Neteyam commanded, dismissing them. They all dispersed, starting their exercises. You watched them intently. watching them sweat, as their muscles flexed. You were almost in a trance until you were snapped out of it.

“PLAY. NICE.” Neteyam muttered, grabbing your arm tightly, clenching his jaw as he glared at you. You snatched out of his grip, rolling your eyes before going back to the show in-front of you. He growled loudly, looking between you and the warriors.

“ENOUGH OF THE WARMUPS!” Neteyam shouted, waving his hands to get their attention.

“But sir, we just started.” One of the warriors replied, scratching his head in confusion.

“I KNOW THAT, j-just-” neteyam stuttered, getting cut off by one of the warriors.

“So why are we-” the warrior started, immediately being cut off by an angry Neteyam.

“GODDAMIT! YOUR’E DONE FOR THE DAY! SIT OVER THERE!” Neteyam roared, pointing behind him. The warrior smacked his lips, stomping over to the rock you were seated at. Neteyam turned around, seeing the warrior sitting directly next to you.

“Y/n, scoot over.” He commanded, nudging his head in the direction he wanted you to go, but you took this opportunity to mess with him. You scoot closer to the warrior, to the point where your thighs were touching his.

“Like this?” You asked innocently. His eyes narrowed, as he gently flicked his nose with his thumb before dropping his hand to his side.

“Oh im sorry, did you mean like this?” You asked, getting up to sit on the young warriors lap. The warriors eye widened, scanning your body as you adjusted yourself on him.

“Get up.” He commanded angrily through gritted teeth. You completely ignored Neteyam, whipping your head around to the young warrior.

“What’s your name?” You smiled.

“Ze’kitey, yours?” the young warrior replied, wrapping his strong arms around you.

“Y/n! Nice to meet you!” You squeaked in happiness, shifting to the side to put your arms around his neck.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here with us?” He asked, biting his lip as he eyed you up and down.

“Aggh! DISMISSED! EVERYONE!” Neteyam growled, darting over to you. He yanked you off of ze’kitey’s lap, pulling you over his shoulder like a rag doll.

“Tomorrow morning! Be here!” He shouted to the warriors over your pleads to put you down. He walked off with you in hand, all the way to his hut. When you finally got there, he put you down, slamming the door behind him.

“YOU ARE DRIVING ME FUCKING CRAZY!” He growled, punching the wall as you stood there, genuinely terrified. Maybe you took it too far this time.

He walked over to you, grabbing your neck harshly. “Why are you so damn STUBBORN?, HUH?” He yelled, shaking your neck with every syllable.

“Because you haven’t given me what I want yet…” you smirked. Holding onto his wrist as you looked into his eyes.

“Oh, I’ll give you what you want all right. Don’t fucking test me.” He growled, bringing you closer to his lips by your neck.

“I’ll test you all I fucking want. If you don’t want to give me what I’ve asked for, I’ll go find a man who will. How about that?” You tilted your head, still inches away from his lips.

“I’ll kill any man that even thinks about it…” he growled, backing you into the wall. His free hand rested above your head as he glared down at you.

“If I knew you were this crazy, I would’ve never done this with you. Why do you care who I mate with? YOU DONT WANT TO, REMEMBER?!” You shouted, pouting up at him as you wiggled to get out of his grasp.

“You want it that bad, huh?” He asked, letting your neck go before hoisting you up by your thighs.

“I want it SO bad!” You muttered through a clenched jaw, trailing your hands down his muscular arms.

“Tell me what you want!” He growled, holding you up with one hand as he untied his loincloth.

“I want you to put me in my place. I want to be your mate. I want you to fill me to the brim with your seed, and watch my belly grow with your children.” You confessed as you untied your top, throwing it to the side. Your words sent him into a frenzy, as he ripped your loincloth off.

“Open up.” He commanded, and you obliged quickly. Without warning he stuffed your loincloth in your mouth.

“You’re gonna need to bite down on this because I’m going to have you screaming in a few minutes.” He growled, plunging into you with no warning. As promised, you bit down on your cloth to muffle your screams.

“This is what you want? Huh?” He asked, thrusting into you fast and deep. Your face contorted In pleasure, as it consumed every part of your being. You reached around, trying to use your strength to climb up the wall, but he pulled you back down on him harder.

“No, let me give you what you want! Put you in your place! Isn’t that what you’ve been begging for all day?” He moaned breathlessly, as he trapped you between the wall and his body weight. You spat your loincloth out, immediately letting out a loud moan as spit trailed down your chin.

“Daddyyy I-I’m!” You stuttered before your mouth flew opened, arching your back all the way off of the wall. He licked your exposed chest before sucking on it, leaving hickeys all across your neck line.

“I’m not gonna let you off that fucking easy, baby! You’re gonna hold it until I feel that you’ve learned your lesson.” He growled, slowing his pace down, thrusting into you hard and deep, just how you liked it. Your toes curled, as your vision went blurry from tears.

“NETEYAM PLEASE!” You screamed sharply, as your legs started to shake lightly.

"Who?” He muttered through gritted teeth, tilting his head at you.

“Mmm d-daddy, please!” You pleaded with him, tapping his shoulder as an attempt to tap out.

“You’ve been a really bad girl today. Giving daddy such a hard time! Maybe I should make you hold it all night!” He grunted, slamming into you hard, rolling his hips directly into your sweetspot.

You screamed out loud, throwing your head back on the wall. “Pleaseee, daddy! d-dont do this to meee!” You whined as tears streamed down your face. You tried climbing up tho wall again, but was unsuccessful.

“Don’t run from me, y/n! Look at me while I punish you!” He growled, grabbing your cheeks to keep your gaze locked on his. “You feel me, baby?” He asked, thrusting into you at a steady pace as he held eye contact with you. Your legs started shaking faster, as you squealed in his grasp.“

Have you learned your fucking lesson? Your not gonna give me a hard time anymore, are you?” He asked, kissing your bottom lip.

“Nooo! I’ll b-be nghh! a good girl for you, daddy!” You moaned, trembling in his arms as you desperately waited for his permission. He bit his lip, admiring your pleasurable expressions.

“Mhmm, cum for daddy!” He chuckled, watching you lose it. “Ohhhhh shittttt!” You screamed, squirting all over him as your vision blurred.

“Good girl! Let it out for me.” He panted, thrusting into you slowly, letting you ride out your high. You fell limp in his arms, twitching occasionally as you whimpered softly.

“Oh no baby, I’m not done with you yet! Wake up!” He shouted sternly, leaning you back on the wall, slapping your face lightly to wake you up.

He placed you on your knees in front of him as he held you up by your hair. He grabbed his cock, slapping your lips with his tip.

“Open that big mouth of yours for me.” He smirked, watching you open your mouth lazily. Without a warning, he slammed his cock to the back of your throat, making you gag loudly. You hit his thigh weakly, trying to get him to let up, but he couldn’t care less.

“You wanted some attention, right! You’ve got my full attention now baby.” He grunted, thrusting into your mouth. Your throat contracted to fit his length, making a bulge appear with every thrust.

“This tight little throat of yours! You’re doing so fucking good!” He moaned, thrusting faster. You could feel your consciousness slipping away as your eyes lazily rolled to the back of your head. In an instant, you felt relief as he pulled out of your mouth. You gasped loudly, spit lines connecting your mouth to his cock as drool cascaded down your chin. Your eyes were read from crying, and the lack of air.

“I can’t have you passing out on me, y/n. Wake the fuck up and take this punishment like a good girl!” He growled, slapping your face harder, leaving handprints. He chuckled, watching you drift in and out of consciousness.

“Be careful what you wish for, baby.” He laughed, picking you up to throw you on the cot. You whimpered at the impact, trying your best to crawl away from him. He grabbed your arms harshly, pinning them behind your back before smacking your ass hard.

“d-daddy please, I-I need your help.” You strained, crying into the cot. He eased up on your arms, knowing exactly what you wanted from him. What you’ve been begging for this entire time.

“Show me what you want!” He growled, as he let your arms go. You reached back lazily, grabbing his queue. He smiled at your relentlessness. Even after all he’d done, after everything he’d said to you about mating, and you still wanted him. You wouldn’t let up, until he was yours. He always loved you, but you had finally earned your place in his heart. He flipped you over to face him, settling himself between your legs.

“I see you, y/n. I want to be mated with you for life.” He admitted, gently bringing your queue inches away from his. He grabbed your hand, pulling it up to your queue, helping you hold it.

“We can’t go back after this. Are you sure you wanna be stuck with me, for life?” He asked, tearing up as he watched you nod frantically.

“tis a-all I’ve ever wanted, neteyam.” You confessed as tears blurred your vision. And with that, he brought his queue closer to yours, connecting them together. You gasped loudly, almost as if he just revived you, brought you back to life. His pupils dilated, feeling a wave of emotion that he’d never felt before. You two could feel everything. The love, the burning desire for each other, it all hit you at once.

“Comere” you whispered, pulling him down to indulge in a passionate kiss. Your lips moved in sync with his, tongues fighting for dominance. He reached down to his cock, guiding it through your entrance. You both moaned loudly, feeling everything 10x as much.

“I know I’ve been neglecting you emotionally, I can feel it. I’m so sorry baby.” He spoke breathlessly, sitting up between your legs, pulling you down further onto him.

“But if you’d let me, I’d like to make it up to you.” He smiled, thrusting into you softly. You nodded with your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Yes, yes please daddy!” You pleaded, rolling your hips into his, in desperate need of another orgasm. He smirked, grabbing your hips as he thrusted into you at a steady pace. He hit your sweetspot every time, causing you to whine out loud.

“I know baby, I feel it too!” He moaned, trailing his hand all the way down your torso, sending shivers down your spine.

“I-I need you closer to me, daddy!” You cried, bringing him down to you by his arms. He fell into you, immediately engulfing you in his warm grasp, thrusting into you hard and deep.

“Fuck, y/n! I love you so much.” He moaned in your ear, contorting his face in pleasure. You placed your hands on his muscular back, scratching it up.

“Mmm! I love you too! I love y-you sooo much!” You moaned, feeling your peak nearing. He rubbed his head in the pit of your neck to leave his scent, as he grunted loudly.

“I’m gonna fill you up just right! Just how you like it!” he moaned, snaking his head around to your lips, kissing them softly as he sped up his pace.

“I want all of you, daddy! Give me everything!” You whined as your legs started to shake again.

“Everything?” He asked breathlessly.

“Everythingggg!!!” You cried, tears running down your face as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“You want to bare my children? Right here?” He grunted, pressing down on the bulge in your stomach where his cock was.

“Yessss! Please!” You whined, trembling in his arms as your orgasm was near. “You want me to cum inside of you? Breed you like the little slut you are?” He moaned, twitching inside of you as he felt his peak nearing.

“I want it so bad! Please give it to meee!” You moaned, eyes rolling back as you convulsed in his arms.“Daddyyy, I’m c-cumming!” You screamed, squirting all over him, you reached down to tap your clit, creating the right amount of friction to make you spazz uncontrollably.

“Yes! Yes! Yesss!” You whined, before your jaw dropped, feeling Neteyam brush against your sweetspot as his thrust became sloppier.

“You’re such a good girl, I’m gonna give you what you want, baby!” He grunted before sending you one last thrust, painting you walls, and filling you to the brim like he promised.

“Shhhhitttttt!” He moaned, convulsing on top of you. “Mmmm yesss!” You threw your head back, feeling his seed flow into your empty womb. He thrusted into you steadily, riding out his high before pulling out slowly. He sat up, watching his seed seep out of your cunt, licking his lips before speaking:

“You’re stuck with me, now”

This story literally took me all damn day to write. I am tired🤦🏾‍♀️. I really tried my best to top the first one but idkkkk yall. Lemme know what y’all think in the comments. As always, I love y’all and I’ll talk to y’all later!!❤️

Outtie❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

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Brattiness at its best - Kinktober 26

Summary: You love to tease the sheriff in town until he breaks…

Pairing: Alpha!Lee Bodecker x Omega!Reader

Warnings: bratty reader, also needy reader, she commits crimes to get his attention, but he just doesn’t want to cave in, smut, protected/unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, hair pulling, use of handcuffs, dirty talk, slut shaming, manhandling, some people might call this dub-con (I don’t, it’s totally con and she enjoyed every moment), implied claiming/knotting, a/b/o, blowjob, a hint of fluff

Kink: Authority Person Kink

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Kinktober 2021

Please head the warnings for the story. This kink is not for everyone.

“What did I tell you about littering all over town?” the sheriff cocks his head. “You just spit your chewing gum onto the sidewalk. Other people walk there!”

“Aw, I’m terribly sorry, Sheriff Bodecker,” you put on your sweetest smile, but the mischievous glint in your eyes gives the lie you whisper lowly away. “What will you do now? Maybe you’ll arrest me, put me behind bars, and bark at me?”

The thought makes you shiver. You can’t help but imagine the alpha puts his hands on you, roughly taking what should be his.

“No. But next time, I won’t go easy on you,” pouting you look up at him, hoping he’ll manhandle you a little but he already turns his attention toward one of the easy girls from the club in town.

“I’ll get you in my clutches, Sheriff,” cooing the words you must watch him sling one arm around the girl’s shoulders. “No whore will keep me away from you.”

“Again?” he grits his teeth, barely remembering why he came to the store in the first place as you scream and yell at the clerk. The poor guy doesn’t know how to handle an aggressive omega, so he ducks his head and apologizes for something he hasn’t done. “What’s going on here, troublemaker?”

“He refused to sell me the condoms and lube I want,” you lie shamelessly, eyes drifting toward the pulsing vein in Lee’s neck. Your tongue pokes out to wet your lips and you smile to yourself when Lee’s eyes follow the motion.

Small wins are better than nothing to you by now. For five months you try to make the Sheriff break and put his hands, or rather handcuffs on you. But, that stubborn bastard just doesn’t get it…

“A brat like you will not need that kind of stuff,” Lee smirks when you gasp at his words. “No alpha in a right state of mind will go after you…ever.”

“Rude,” you grunt, turning on your heels to stomp out of the pharmacy, cursing Lee Bodecker’s birth.

“What did she really want, boy?” he asks the moment you are out of sight. “And don’t lie to me.”

“Uh—she wanted that scent-strengthening stuff, ya know the stuff from the commercials and she asked me about alphas preferences when it comes to slick,” the boy's cheeks turn crimson and Lee chuckles. “She wanted to know if we like the natural scent or something more...flourish.”

“Flourish?” Lee slams his hand onto the counter, laughing loudly, followed by a deep guttural noise leaving his chest. “No word to anyone. If she asks you again, tell her I like the natural scent and boy, don’t sell her that scent stuff got it?”

“Got it!” the young alpha stammers, not wanting to piss an elder and much stronger alpha off, especially not the Sheriff in town. “Promised.”

“Good…”

“She doesn’t want to pay for the cupcake,” the owner of the bakery complains whilst you lick the topping off another cupcake. “See, she licked it all over.”

“Oh—sweet beta,” you purr, placing the cupcake onto the counter. “I licked a lot of things,” now you turn around to slide your index finger over Lee’s chest, “and I did not pay for it.”

At the same time as Lee fights his growing erection, you stick your tongue out to show him the white cream on your skilled muscle. “How much?” the alpha pants heavily, feeling his pants becoming too tight.

“I won’t pay for it! It tastes awful. They gave this flyer to me, saying I can try a cupcake and if I don’t like it, I don’t have to pay,” you push the piece of paper into Lee’s hand. “You should arrest them for lying to their customers.”

“She licked on ten cupcakes, Sheriffs, not one,” you snicker while eying Lee warily. “She’s an awful person.”

“I didn’t know which one I’ll like. I had to taste them first—right? How shall I know if it’s delicious or not?” you act all innocently, but Lee doesn’t buy your lie.

“You will pay for the cupcakes and apologize,” he steps into your personal space, panting heavily, “or I’ll call your boss and tell her to fire you.”

“You can’t—” scrunching up your nose you whine. This didn’t go according to plan. “Fine, you are no fun, Sheriff.” You toss money onto the counter, apologize, and tell the owner to throw the awful cupcakes away. “My granny made the best cupcakes, yours taste like old socks. That’s the truth.”

“Alright, tonight is the night. I will not let him slip through my greedy fingers again,” you check your appearance in the mirror one last time, admiring your crimson lips and the matching red heels on your feet. You smile to yourself, feeling sexier than ever in your short black dress. “He will be mine.”

“Who?” one of the girls at the restroom asks, eying you up and down. “Must be a hell of a guy if you put that kind of dress on.” She rolls her eyes, huffing when you ignore her harsh words.

“He is—” you quip, looking her up and down just like she did with you moments ago. “You should wear something sexier once in a while too to make sure your alpha stops undressing the waitresses with his eyes.”

“Bitch,” she snarls but you are already halfway out of the room.

“Here I come, watch out boy,” you coo, straightening your dress. You spotted Sheriff Bodecker in a dark corner, watching the ladies dance. He sips at his drink, grunting whenever one of the girls tries to get his attention. “He’s in a mood again…great.”

“Hello, sweetie,” an alpha purrs in your ear. Usually, you would turn him down but Lee’s eyes drift toward you and the man moving his hand to your ass to pat it roughly. “Do you want another drink or will you tell me how much I must pay to fuck your little pussy.”

“Here we go—” you snicker as Lee strides toward you and the man. He must’ve heard what the man said and now, he looks like he’s about to eat you alive.

“Prostitution too, Y/N?” he pushes the man off you, immediately grabbing your arm hard enough to hurt. “You made it. Now I got no other choice but to teach you a lesson, doll.”

“I can hardly wait,” riling the angry alpha up you giggle and purr, throwing insults at him as he drags you toward his car. “Do your worst, Sheriff. I can take it. Put me in my place, use your handcuffs and lock me away.”

“No, I will not lock you away, little slut. You wanted to sell your body, so you will pay the price,” swallowing thickly you can only let him restrain your wrists behind your back and throw you into the backseat.

You whimper, pussy throbbing in anticipation when the angry alpha gets into the car to speed off, still grumbling under his breath.

“Sheriff Bodecker, am I arrested?” you coo, hoping he’ll just stop the car and fuck you right there, in the middle of the road.

“Shut up and let me think about—” he nods to himself, smirking at you in the rear-view mirror. “I think the punishment should fit the crime, don’t ya think?”

“Yes, Sir,” a shudder runs through your whole body, and you can barely hold back the needy whine bubbling up your throat.

“Look at you, licking it so good,” Lee thrusts harder into your mouth, fingers painfully gripping your hair. “This time, the punishment fits the crime. You licked the cupcakes all over, and now you are going to take my cock down your throat as long as I want you to.”

You eagerly, run your tongue up and down his length, pressing against the pulsing vein, when he allows you to take a few gulps off-air, before thrusting back inside.

“Yeah, that’s a good girl now. So good for your Sheriff. I should knot your mouth for talking back all the time.” A whimper escapes your throat the moment he slips out of your mouth. “Get back up, turn around and bend over my desk,” he growls, smirking as you clumsily try to get back on your feet.

“I—I can’t,” Lee doesn’t take the handcuffs off, nor does he help you get up. He simply pushes against your shoulders, causing you to end up on the floor, ass in the air, face pressed into his clothes.

“Fine, I’ll fuck you right here, on the ground like the whore you are. Next punishment, you’ll take my cock and make me cum. You wanted to sell your body, so I’ll claim it as mine.”

“Yes, Sir,” he grips your hair again, forces you back on your feet, making you cry out as he roughly pushes you onto his desk. “I’ll do anything to earn your forgiveness.”

“Yes, you will,” holding you down by your neck Lee admires his handiwork. You are a trembling mess, dripping for his cock. “I think, you like this a little too much, slut. Maybe I should not let you cum.”

He grips the base of his cock to tease your entrance, only pushing the head into.

“Please—Sir—Sheriff,” you whimper and plea. “I’ll do anything.”

“I know,” he slides into you, thrusting hard. “Fuck, this pussy is so tight. Never thought a whore like you would be so tight.” Lee runs his hands over your exposed back, admiring the bite mark he left on your shoulder and neck. “Yeah, this pussy is mine from now on, and I will not pay for it.”

“Of course not,” he laughs as you beg him to move, to do anything but torture you with his glorious cock press against your g-spot. “Alpha, Sir.”

“That’s much better now,” Lee starts to rock his hips, pummeling into you without mercy. You can hear his deputies talk outside of his office, knowing what’s going on without a doubt. “Don’t worry, slut. I won’t let them have a turn. You’re mine.”

“Yo-urs,” a deep rumble leaves his chest at your admission, but he won’t go easy on you now. You are going to learn your lesson and become his perfect omega. “Oh—fuck.”

“Right, there?” the alpha muses, grabbing your hips harshly to rock your body with every hard thrust. “Come on, earn your orgasm. Tell me how good I feel. I wanna hear it.”

“You’re so big and hard. The best cock I ever had,” someone laughs outside the office, growling whore and other insults but you couldn’t care less. Not with your dream come true and the alpha of your dreams fucking you like an enemy. “Harder. Please fuck me harder.”

“Love me a vocal little slut on my cock. I changed my mind, this,” he gives you a painfully hard thrust, "is my cunt and I’m going to breed it. He slips out of you to rip the condom off his length, immediately sliding back inside to hammer into you, making you cry out in pleasure. “That’s it, cum and I fill you up. This cunt gets bred tonight and every other night from now on. No more committing crimes.”

“YES,” you lie on the desk, taking every punishing thrust, moaning, and screaming as you cum on his cock, squeezing him hard. “Please.”

“Here, have all of me,” he grips your shoulders now to go even harder. “That’s what you’ll get if you ever disobey your alpha ever again.” You smile to yourself when his warmth fills you and the afterglow lingers longer than ever before. “Did you hear me?”

“I can hardly wait for you to destroy my cunt again…alpha…”

“Stop wiggling, omega,” Lee growls in your ear, teeth nipping at your earlobe. “My knot will stay inside tonight to show you how good it feels being my omega.”

“Hmm—” you act as if you don’t like his knot or that you can still feel his teeth sink in your neck to leave his mark, to claim you rightfully.

“I’m warning you, brat,” he softly kissing your hair. “I hope that I wasn’t too rough, doll. How does your pretty cunt feel?”

“Full, happy…greedy,” purring low in your throat you lightly gyrate your hips. “Lee baby, my heat is due any day. We can have so much more fun…”

“I should’ve arrested you the first day, when you waltzed into my office, demanding my help. I just couldn’t,” you sigh happily, knowing now that he’s your alpha, you’ve got him wrapped around your pinkie. “Don’t think I’ll not punish you for committing crimes. I mean it doll!”

“I know, Alpha,” for now, you let him hold you and promise to be a good omega. Tomorrow…is another day…

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cattordi · 3 years

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bye bye

a/n: bye bye american pie. BLACK WIDOW SPOILERS KINDA: the beginning credits had me sobbing. NOT SPOILERS: and i feel like 40’s chris had a dom side or maybe a sub side A FUCKING SWITCH.

summary steve is about to be shipped off and never told you about it….

pairing 40’s!steve rogers x 40’s!reader

warning smut 18+ minors dni, oral (f receiving) light breeding kink, arguing, fluff, no protection(wrap it before u tap it.) angst, language, squirting, orgasm denial/control blah blah etc. (i think that’s it.) not proofread duh

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“how’s my favorite girl doing?” steve says as he wanders into his room where you had been sitting waiting for him to get home. “when the hell were you gonna tell me steve?” you ask and your voice breaks.

he turns to look at you and immediately sees the ripped up deployment envelope on his bed, in front of you. “y/n.” he begins but you cut him off.

“no, when the hell were you gonna tell me? or was i never going to know? steve, i can’t believe you. this is the lowest of low.” you say and he stares at you in disbelief. you stand up and walk towards the wardrobe with your clothes in them but steve grabs your arms and jerks you to look at him.

“if you would listen for a goddamn minute, you’d know i was gonna tell you today. why’d you even open my mail anyways? he says and raises his voice slights.

“you were gonna tell me the day before you fucking left! and you ask me why i opened your mail? what kind of question?” you yell and once again steve stares at you in disbelief. “i’m leaving. have fun wherever the hell you’re going with peggy fucking carter. and i opened your mail because your name wasn’t on it and i was never informed that you were going anywhere.”

as soon as steve hears peggys names, a flip switches. “you’ve never been jealous before! what happened now?” he yells and you immediately turn around screaming at him.

“because you give her more attention than me and ive been with you before you became captain fucking america! i understand you were gonna get shipped off sooner of later but you didn’t tell me. don’t turn this on me!” you yell and steve grabs you by the face, roughly. “don’t talk to me like that ever again or i swear you won’t be able to walk again. and i don’t give her attention y/n. i’ve been avoiding her and refusing to be around her for the past month for you. literally rejecting her because i wanna be with a you.” he begins and you gasp slightly.

“even though this past month you’ve been so bratty and responsive. i didn’t wanna tell you because no matter what, i’d have too leave you and i don’t fucking want that. now stop acting like a brat strip, and get on the damn bed. and for this one time can you not say something back because you’re already in for it.”

you huff a bit when he lets your face go, but begin to unbutton your dress, slowly. steve watches you intently, “if you go any slower i’m gonna be shipped off. you’re all bark no bite.” he growls and you speed up. shagging your dress off and pulling your panties to the side.

you didn’t even notice that steve’s shirt had been discarded somewhere within his room. he pushes you onto you back, while pulling your legs open. you feel your arousal slide down your leg and chris notices quickly, “i haven’t even touched you. don’t cum. and i wanna hear you screaming and apologizing for yelling at me until i let you cum.”

you squeak out a “okay.” before steve dives in between your legs. just his hot breath on your heat makes you moan. his tongue rolls around your clit forcing you to buck your hips for more. “i’m sorry steve.” you mumble but can barely get the words out.

soon, your moans fill the room and you forget that he wants you to apologize. “i’m- im sorry. can i cum? can i cum please?” you yell and you’re pretty sure through the thin walls, steves neighbor can hear. he slips two fingers into you and continuously graze your g-spot.

his tongue flips through your folds like a book, and over your clit even more making your orgasm hard to contain. “i’m sorry steve. please let me cum. i can’t. i’m so sorry.” you gasp out and can feel steve grin in satisfaction. “i won’t yell at you again. just please let me cum!” you yell and the three letter word sends you over the edge.

“cum.” and you do. your orgasm comes so hard you don’t even realize you squirted on steve’s bare chest. “fuck” he cursed out and you slowly open your eyes. your jaw drops and a string of apologies fly out your mouth. “shut up… that was the most attractive thing i’ve ever seen.” he says and he looks so fucked out of his mind.

in one swift move, he flips you onto your back. and you can hear his belt jingling. once his belt is off and his pants are discarded, he pulls you up to his chest. “be a good girl.” he mumbles and before you can respond his whole length is shoved into you. a gasp and moan rip through you at the same time.

he pushes you back down, not forgetting to pull your hair so your back is arched though. “y/n, you feel so good around me. God-“ he moans out and even though you didn’t think you could get more turned on you did.

the sounds of skin slapping and mixed moans is music to both you and steve’s ears. “can i cum?” you ask in between moans. steve pulls you back up, hand flying to your clit. “cum. cum all over my dick and claim me.” he mumbles and another orgasm washes over you. a coil in the pit of your stomach snaps, which feels so good.

“you feel so good around me baby.” he whispers in your ear before gently kissing your neck. “i want you to cum again.” he mumbles but your second orgasm had already been building up.

you cum again, this time being better than the last. you squirt on steve’s dick and the moan he releases has you feral. “God, i’m gonna fill you up. have you full of my cum before i leave? maybe i’ll leave and come back with a baby?” he groans and you moan at his words.

his hip still a bit as they slow but they still snap into your ass hard. white ropes of cum filling your walls and you can feel all of it. when he fill you up, he doesn’t pull out. pushing you onto the beed, he mutters“keep it in.” and it sounds like a warning. he pulls out slowly, noticing how swollen your pussy is.

“you’re so perfect.” he says and rubs his finger over your clit. you jolt away and he pouts, “too much? are you too sensitive?” he whispers and you roll onto your back while nodding.

he grabs a blanket and drapes it over your shoulders. before pulling you into his lap. “i’m sorry for yelling. i should’ve told you sooner but i just didn’t wanna because i don’t wanna leave you.” he whispers and kisses the top of your head.

“it’s okay. i overreacted so much, im just scared you’re not gonna come back. i need you.”

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whumperooni · 3 years

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what’s mine is mine

Pairing: Touya Todoroki x Sister!Reader

Tags/Warnings: tw incest, tw breeding kink, scumbag squad, drugs and drinking, possessive behavior

Word count: 5.7k

A/N: This is in response to a big brained nonny! I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to it!

“Touya-nii, do you want some- oh. Sorry, nii-san, I didn’t know you had guests over...”

Touya lifts his head from his phone to find you standing in the doorway- a curious tilt to your head and hands clasped behind your back. On the couch across from him, his shitty friends are looking at you- just as curious but with a look in their eyes that he doesn’t appreciate.

There’s a reason he doesn’t have them over when you’re home.

“Woah, Todoroki- who is this? Don’t tell me that’s your little sister. Where’ve ya been hiding her?”

Touya huffs as Keigo grins and you flush- teeth digging into your bottom lip, eyes lowering to the floor under the attention, a tiny smile threatening to form that Touya is very unhappy to see.

“C’mere, little birdy, let us see ya. Come say hi.”

The scowl that breaks across Touya’s face only makes Keigo smirk. Your eyes dart to Touya- seeking his approval, your face flustered- and Touya huffs again, rolls his eyes whenever Jin raises a brow toward him.

At least Tenko’s already gone back to playing his game- head bowed and bloodshot eyes only flicking toward you whenever Touya waves you over to him and you hesitantly enter the room.

He doesn’t like the way three sets of eyes run over your legs and he really doesn’t like the way Keigo’s smirk grows whenever his own eyes narrow.

Fuckin’ bastard. He’s nothing but scum.

Touya grabs your wrist as soon as you’re close enough to him to do so and he yanks you down onto his lap, ignores the squeak that leaves you whenever he wraps his arms around your waist and hooks his chin over your shoulder, rests a hand on your thighs.

“Asshole friends, this is my little sister. Sis, these are my asshole friends.”

“Yo.”

“Hey.”

“...mmm.”

“H-Hi...”

Keigo coos at your shy voice and Jin smiles a little- expression hazy from all the weed he’s smoked. Tenko glances at you- pointedly at your legs, between them- and Touya scowls, squeezes your thighs and pulls you even closer against him.

“Hey, baby, why don’t you come over here with us? If you want a lap to sit on, you can always use mine or Jin’s.”

“What about mine?”

“No one wants to sit on yours, weeb.”

“You can sit on mine,” Jin mumbles, barely audible over Tenko and Keigo’s squabbling. “I don’t mind.”

Your head moves with a shake and your fingers curl into your skirt- cheeks flaring as you press back against Touya. Something relaxes in his chest with that and he hugs you a little closer, smothers the impulse to lay his lips to your neck.

“N-No, thank you,” you mumble to Jin- so polite, so shy, so very good with your refusal.

“Didn’t want you to anyway.”

Touya snorts at that, just shakes his head when you look back at him in confusion.

Out of all of them, Jin’s probably the least likely threat. Tenko would be if he didn’t have a habit of staring and sneaking photos of any and every girl he can- he wouldn’t ever actually try anything on you, but Touya doesn’t want upskirt photos of his lil sis on that perv’s phone.

Keigo’s the worst by and far. And Touya will be damned if he lets his little sister get anywhere near that jackass with his sickly sweet charm, shit eating grins, and groping hands.

No way- you’re his.

“Nii-san,” you whisper, looking back at him with your cute little flushed cheeks and shy eyes. “Nii-san, I just came down to ask if you wanted some dinner. Natsuo-nii said he’d pick up some take-out...”

Natsuo? What the fuck are you doing hanging around Natsuo? That little shit should be on some cheesy date with his squeaky mouse of a girlfriend instead of trying to weasel in some time with you.

Touya doesn’t know which he hates more- the thought of his sleazy friends trying to flirt with you or the thought of you hanging out with your older brother, his younger brother.

When he only scowls in response, your face falls. You turn on his lap until you’re sat facing him- fingers curling into his shirt and brow furrowed, your bottom lip jutting out into one of those cute pouts of yours that you like to wear when you’re worried about him.

Over your shoulder, Touya can see Jin’s confusion and Tenko’s cocked brow, Keigo’s narrowed eyes. He flashes them a sneer that you can’t see and settles his hands on your hips, looks back down at you to see what’s got you bothered enough to forget your shyness.

“Onii-chan,” you start- voice tilting with a soft whine, something almost lecturing creeping through the words. “Nii-san, Natsuo-nii was just being nice. And you need to eat.”

Your hands run down his chest and your expression grows softer as you look up at him through your lashes, your voice gets quieter as you whisper to him,

“I worry about you, nii-san. You’re so skinny...”

The tips of your fingers press into the spaces between his ribs and Touya sighs as concern fills your eyes, ignores the stares of his friends from across the room.

“Fine, whatever,” he grumbles. “Get something for me and put it in the fridge. I’ll eat it later.”

“You promise?”

A huff leaves him and you pout whenever he rolls his eyes, but a nod of his head gets your lips quirking up with a pleased little smile all the same.

“I’ll get you some low mein,” you chirp, hands smoothing down his chest. “And I’ll have Natsuo-nii get you some beer too!”

“Aw, ain’t she just the sweetest.”

Keigo’s croon has you blushing and Touya huffs again once your head ducks- lips twitching with irritation as you squirm on his lap and the blonde across the room bares his teeth at him in a grin.

Fuckin’ dick.

“I, um, I- I should go tell Natsuo-nii,” you mumble, cheeks still flared up and voice dipping shy again. Touya just grunts and he squeezes your hips before giving one a little smack.

A press of soft lips to his cheek and then you’re off- Keigo, Jin, and Tenko all watching as you hurry out of the room and out of sight.

As soon as you’re gone, they look to him and Touya’s eyes narrow when a low whistle sounds from Keigo.

“Shit, Todoroki, and here I thought your whole family was just a bunch of dogs.”

“Oh fuck off,” Touya snaps, reaching for the blunt wraps with a scowl. “Don’t get any fuckin’ ideas, birdbrain.”

“Ideas?” Keigo laughs- grin still in place, turning sleazy. “Now why would I have any ideas about your cute lil sis and her cute lil tits.”

“I said fuck off.”

“She is pretty cute,” Jin mumbles, fingers scratching along his chest and lips holding a dazed smile that only has Touya scowling darker. “Like her ass...”

“Bet she cums like an ahego whore,” Tenko throws out without even looking up from his stupid fucking game. “Looks like a dumb slut.”

“Think the weeb’s right,” Keigo sneers. “Hey- she got a boyfriend, Todoroki?”

“I don’t know- you got a black eye?”

“Aw, cute- he’s protective.”

“Virgin then,” Tenko pipes up. “Bet she’d cream herself if she got kissed.”

A growl rips from Touya and the three bark out some laughs- Keigo and Tenko smirking while Jin’s dumb little smile grows.

He’s gonna fucking kill these assholes.

He knew they’d be nothing but scum when it came to you- he should’ve made sure you’d be out of the house before he let these three dicks come over for a smoke sesh.

Touya scowls and his friends keep up- slinging lewd comments and jeers as he smokes and stews.

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Two in the morning and Touya’s buzzed.

Buzzed and fucking pissed.

Those assholes didn’t let up all night. Every other sentence out of Keigo’s mouth was about fucking you, getting you on your knees, making you drunk and stupid so he could wreck your ass. Tenko kept comparing you to characters from his ero games and Jin kept mumbling how he wanted you to sit on his dick, warm his cock while he smokes.

Jin was bareable, kind of. But Tenko and Keigo?

It’s a goddamn miracle he didn’t break their faces.

Touya scowls as he watches his so called friends head out and narrows his eyes at one last jeer of “kiss your sis good night for me” tossed out ny Keigo.

Those fuckers need to learn some manners. Those fuckers need to learn who you belong too.

Scowl deepening, Touya heads toward your room- feet stumbling and teeth gritting.

You’re asleep when he barges in- face peaceful, blanket twined between your legs, fingers curled into the sheets. He looks over you for a second, runs his eyes over bared thighs and cotton panties, and then he walks toward the bed, climbs onto it.

As soon as the mattress dips, your lashes flutter open and you stir with a sigh. You don’t do more than give a sleepy blink when he brackets himself over you, offer him a fuzzy, drowsy smile.

“Touya-nii...? What...what time is it?”

“Two.”

A hum and a yawn, another sleepy little blink. You’re cute like this and usually Touya would just crash beside you, but he’s got other plans right now- stupid, drunk, dumb plans but plans all the same.

“Hey- hey, don’t go back to sleep.”

There’s a huff from you, a furrowing of your brows. But you obey him as you always do; you sit up with another yawn and rub at your eye with a loose fist, let him tug the covers off of you without a fuss.

“Nii-san...nii-san, what is it?”

Touya ignores you and he grabs onto your still sleepy face, pulls you closer until he can kiss you, make you whine and moan. You jerk, just a bit, at the way he bites into your bottom lip and then you’re melting into his touch, looking up at him through half-shut eyes whenever he breaks the kiss and runs his drunken gaze over your flushed face.

“Nii-san...?”

Touya grunts and thumbs away a dribble of spit from the corner of your lips, ignores the quiet confusion written all over your face. You press into his touch and he watches you blink, reaches over to flick on the lamp without looking. He almost knocks it over but he ignores that, too, and kisses you again- not caring if you’re blinking rapidly to adjust to the sudden light or if you’re still thrown a little off kilter by his mood and his lingering scowl.

This kiss is rougher- his fingers snarling into your hair and his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, his grip tightening on your head. You whimper with it and Touya growls, doesn’t pull back until he feels you tremble and shake. Your lips part with a question, quivering and plumped up from his bites, and Touya huffs before it can sound, grits out his own.

“You love me, right?”

Your eyes snap open, you breathe in sharp and fast- bewilderment all over your face and any lingering traces of sleep evaporated in an instant. Your hands fly to his face and his lips twitch at the touch, he presses into it even if it’s a fucking weak little move.

“Touya-nii, of course I love you! I love you with all my heart!”

Sweet, a little hurt, absolutely sincere- you say it with wide eyes and so much concern that it makes him want to scowl even deeper, punch himself for being so stupid to even ask.

Of course you love him- he’s your nii-san after all.

Touya huffs and his shoulders relax a little, his tongue darts out to wet his lips as your brows scrunch together in worry.

You’re a good little sister. He doesn’t have anything to worry about- never will.

But fuck he’s still pissed.

“I wanna do something,” he half-growls out. “You’ll be good for me, yeah?”

A flush, a squirm. You nod, though- brows still furrowed and eyes scanning his face in search for some answer to your confusion.

“Of course, nii-san,” you whisper. “I- of course. What-”

“Take your clothes off. All of ‘em.”

A soft noise slips from you and you breathe in shakily, but there’s no hesitance in the way your hands rise to tug off your shirt.

Touya watches for a moment and then he gets up from the bed, walks over to the door and closes it, locks it.

You’re naked by the time he comes back- flushed but not embarrassed, bruises littered everywhere your clothes can hide them. Touya eyes the bruises, those marks he’s put all over his dear, sweet little sister, and his lashes lower, something hungry and greedy starts to grow inside of him.

You’ve never belonged to anyone but him.

He touches your cheek- soft in the moment, rough edges hazed over by your adoration. A tap to it has your lashes fluttering, a press of his thumb to your lips has you shuddering.

“We’re gonna make a lil movie,” he rumbles out. You startle, eyes flying wide open once again, but you don’t protest or tell him no even if unease has your fingers curling tight into the sheets.

You never tell him no.

“I...okay, nii-san...”

The compliance has him humming- thumb dipping past your parted lips so he can press it down against your wet tongue.

It’s sweet how you agree, satisfying- more satisfying then the beer he threw back all throughout the night and the weed he smoked away.

A lick to his lips and Touya pulls away, starts to strip away his clothes- hands fumbling, clumsy as he tries to undo buttons and zippers. You watch him silently- cheeks heating up and thighs pressing together- and your teeth find your bottom lip when he starts to tug down his boxers, when his cock springs free.

“Turn around,” he orders. “Get on your knees, put that fucking pretty face against the bed and raise that ass up for me.”

Shivering, you obey- a mewl slipping from you as you do.

Touya grabs his phone from his pants and he kneels by the bed, pulls up the camera and hits record.

You’re wet and it’s easy to see even in the lowlight, even on the shitty phone screen. When he grabs onto your ass with his free hand and spreads your cheek, your hole clenches- tightens and spreads and makes him smirk.

“So fucking wet for me,” he half-sneers, a laugh sounding through the words. “Look at this pretty lil cunt all soaked and eager.”

“T- Touya...”

He huffs at your little whimper of a whine and brings the phone even close, records the way your hips twitch and your cunt sucks in his thumb when he presses against it.

“So fuckin’ wet and warm. So tight,” he hisses. “All for me, baby- right?”

“Y- yes. It’s all- all for you!”

Touya snorts and he slips his thumb out so he can spread your pussy open again, presses his palm against it and then lays a wet smack to your ass that has you yipping, arching your hips even closer to him.

“You ever been with anyone but me?”

The sheets rustle as you shake your head and Touya grips your ass tight, digs his fingers in deep and makes you squirm, whine. When there’s no verbal answer, he spanks you again in warning and you whine even louder, press your thighs tight together.

“N- no! Just you! Just Touya!”

“You want anyone else?”

“No! Never!”

Touya grins and the restless anger in him quells, just a little, at your mewled loyalty.

A fucking good little sister indeed.

Touya aims the camera at the red blooming across your ass and then he stands, moves it over to capture your arched back. He runs his hand over your side and you shiver a little, press your hips back against him until his cock nudges at your soaked cunt.

“You wanna get fucked, sweetheart?” he half taunts- the words coming out sickly sweet, rough around the edges.

“Please!”

Your moan is even sweeter than his question- hips bucking back against his cock, fingers fisting the sheets tight in your hold.

“Think you can do better than that,” he huffs, leaning over until he can tangle his fingers into your hair. “Tell me how bad ya want it.”

A whine sounds- pathetic and flustered, pitching up sharp as he yanks your head up from the bed. The tiniest sob slips from you as he forces your head back and you stare up into the camera- cheeks flushed, eyes glittering, an undeniable need flourishing across your your face.

“Please, nii-san,” you beg, nearly breathless and so fucking sweet. “Please I want- I want you to fuck me! I want- want your cock!”

“Only mine?”

Another whine and you nod, whimper as your hair gets tugged and pulled by the movement.

“Only Touya-nii’s!”

“Good girl.”

A gasp from you and a cute little mewl- the praise has you flushing darker and a tremble wracking through your body, your lashes fluttering and falling half-shut.

“Nii-san, please...”

Touya grunts and the camera shakes in his hand for a moment before he steadies himself. He rocks against you, has you whimpering, and then he grips his cock, lets you bury your face back into the sheets as he starts to push his way into your eager little cunt.

You clench around him, so fucking eager as always, and Touya groans at that, lowers his phone to show off the way his cock slides into your plush little pussy with ease.

“So fucking wet, baby,” he praises- taunts- in a growl. “Ain’t never had a cunt like yours. So fucking tight and sweet. You were made to take my dick, weren’t cha?”

A shuddering moan wracks through you- body trembling and cunt clenching around his cock so tight it makes Touya hiss and claw his nails into your hips. You whimper at the sting and he doesn’t have to see your face to know you’ve got tears in your eyes, doesn’t have to hear any mewl or whine to know that you love it.

“I- I was made- was made- oh, nii-san!”

Touya snorts at your moan, tilts his head back with a groan as he sinks even deeper into your silken, squeezing little cunt.

“Throw those fucking hips back,” he snarls, orders. “Fuck yourself on me.”

A mewl and you do just as he says- rocking your hips back like the obedient girl you are and whining as his piercings drag along the throbbing walls of your pussy. Touya rolls his head back forward so he can watch and he angles the camera so he can capture the way the soft flesh of ass jiggles each time it meets his pelvis.

“So fuckin’ good,” he mumbles. “Takin’ it so well- best fuckin’ pussy around. No one fucks like my lil sis.”

It’s more to the camera- to the future audience- but you still whimper and grind against him, drags your nails over the sheets with a soft little whine.

“Nii-san- Touya-nii, please!”

“What? You gonna come already?”

“Please!”

Touya huffs and he lays a spank to your ass, drags out a moan and has your hips stuttering against him.

“Come on nii-san’s cock then. Come nice and pretty like a good girl.”

A whimper and then you’re trembling, whining as your cunt clenches and flutters around his cock. His teeth grit with the squeeze of your cumming pussy and Touya has to dig his nails back into your hip so he doesn’t moan- lips pulling into a growling snarl as he tries not to cum with you.

“Nii-san! Nii-san!”

He lets you moan and writhe and mewl until you limp beneath him and then he leans over you, presses his chest flat against your back and curls his fingers into your hair, jerks your head to the side and shoves the phone in your face.

He wants them to see your flushed face and muddied eyes. He wants them to see your fucked out face and fluttering lashes. He wants them to see your face as he cums inside of you, as you cum on his cock again.

Touya fucks into you- movement shallow, his cock still driving in so fucking deep- and you moan, shudder whenever his teeth scrape over your shoulder.

“You like nii-san’s cock fuckin’ deep inside you?”

“Oh- oh, yes! Love it nii-san!”

It comes out whiny- so fucking needy. Touya grunts when your cunt pulses around him and he fucks into you rough, makes you mewl out his name.

“Nii-san’s gonna fuckin’ fill ya,” he snarls. “Fill your tight lil cunt. Gonna fuckin’ breed ya! Breed my sweet lil sis- fuckin’ shit- gonna cream that cunt!”

“Please! Please! Touya- nii please!”

You beg so fucking sweet. Touya snarls and he fucks into you rough, pulls your hair tight as he shoots his cum deep into your needy little pussy, fills you to the goddamn brim with his seed. You cum, again, with him and you moan as you do- so loud and cute.

Whimpers rip from you as he humps his cum deep inside you and you shudder when he grinds into your cunt, coo dreamily whenever he lays a kiss to your flushed cheek.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs.

A mewl as you nod drowsily and Touya snorts at your sleepy smile, turns the camera to his face and sneers before ending the recording.

He drops it in the groupchat before he slides out of you and sits back on his knees. You nuzzle into the covers as he runs his hand through his hair and Touya huffs, snorts as you yawn.

“C’mon,” he tells you- maybe quietly fond in a way he’ll never admit-, “let’s crash.”

You hum and you nod and Touya lets you shuffle under the covers, follows after you and pulls you close.

He clicks off the lamp and the two of you drift off to sleep- satisfaction filling Touya as his phone goes off and a happy smile on your face.

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Tenko is the first to watch the video.

He gets the notification in the middle of crushing up some pills. His first instinct is to just ignore it, but impulse has him reaching for the phone, has his thumb clicking the play button before he can really think about it.

His brow arches, but he’s not too surprised by the smut dropped into the chat- between Keigo and Touya it happens on the weekly and he’s more than used to it.

He could use new fap material, anyway.

Tenko settles back in his chair and takes his cock out, gives it a stroke as he eyes the cunt filling the screen.

Wet, cute- he’d like to fuck it, fill it.

Why the fuck does Touya always get such sweet pussy?

A scowl twists his lips, but his hand twists along with it- pumps along his shaft as he enjoys the sight of arched hips and a cute ass.

He’d fucking wreck that ass given the chance. Slam his dick deep inside and makes this bitch moan.

“You wanna get fucked, sweetheart?”

“Please!”

Fuck- what a good lil cunt.

Tenko grunts as he rocks into his fist, but then he fucking moans when he sees just who Touya is fucking.

Shit- fuck.

He knew the bastard was twisted but goddamn.

Tenko almost laughs, but he’s too busy jerking himself off even faster- eyes narrowed and teeth gritted, a pant sounding from him.

“Yeah, shit. Fuck that little sluts’s cunt. Breed your lil sis you fucking dick.”

He should be disgusted, probably. Horrified at the very least.

But fuckin’ hell this is hot and he’s been jackin’ it to shit like this for years anyway.

And, fuck, this is real- this is hottest shit he’s watched all month. All goddamn year.

Tenko cums before the clip is even over and he keeps fucking his fist even after, replays it with a hissed curse.

Touya better drop more after this. He better let them see this in real life- Tenko needs to see this slut’s fucked out face in the flesh, needs to shove his fingers into your moaning mouth and make you choke.

Tenko licks his lips and he saves the video- saves it a second time for a back up.

Just in case.

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The second person to see the video is Jin.

He’s home- drunk, high, smoking a cigarette and watching reruns of Doraemon.

He’s feeling fuzzy, good. The night had been chill and he had liked getting a glimpse of Touya’s little sister- you’d been real cute, real sweet. He had wanted you to sit next to him- maybe in his lap like Keigo had teased- and he had wanted to hug you close, get you just as high and fuzzy as him.

He might have a lil puppy dog crush on you now- how could he not with you so shy and sweet?

Jin hums as he thinks of you, scratches his stomach and grins sleepily- one laugh leaving him as he watches Nobita fail once again.

His phone buzzes and Jin fumbles a hand over until he can pick up, blinks and raises a brow when he finds a video in the chat.

Someone fucked or someone did something stupid.

Or fucked someone stupid.

A snort leaves him and Jin takes a draw of his cigarette, lounges back and presses play.

It’s the usual shit- hot and boasting and showing off a cute lil wet cunt, a soft and sweet ass.

He’s a bit jealous, maybe. (Definitely)

He’s a bit too relaxed and heavy to get off on it, maybe. (No he’s not)

Eyes drawing half-shut, Jin reaches a hand down his sweatpants. He strokes himself lazily as he watches Touya spanks his mewling, whiny little slut and he smokes as he does, too- humming whenever he hears the plea to be fucked.

Cute. (Hot)

Whoever this is seems like a good little girl. (A needy little whore)

A small grunt leaves him when he watches Touya tangle his fingers into hair, but a gasp of “shit” leaves him whenever a head is jerked back and he sees a cute, flushed face that he definitely knows.

“What the fuck?”

He has to pause the video, bring the phone up to his face and squint at the screen.

He’s not seeing this right- can’t be seeing this right. He’s too drunk, too stoned. too fucked up- his vision is betraying him. It has to be.

...right?

Jin stares at the screen. He stares and stares and stares. His thumb hovers over the screen, hesitating, and the ashes from his cigarette fall onto his bare chest while he tries to decide what to do.

Touya wouldn’t really...he’s not really fucking his little sister is he?

No way. No fucking way.

(Yes fucking way)

Jin blinks and his thumb hit the screen, he swallows as he watches you beg for your big brother’s cock.

Fuck, that’s sick. That’s disgusting.

(That’s so fucking hot.)

His cheeks flush and his eyes widen, draw back down to lazy slits. His fingers twitch along his cock, tighten back around it when he gets treated with the sound of a whimper, a moan.

You sound so fucking good. (You sound so fucking whiny)

You’re so cute- you probably have such a tight, wet little pussy. (You probably have such a sloppy, fucked out cunt if Touya fucks you like this on the regular)

Shit, he wants to know how your cunt feels. He wants you on his lap, wants to feel you clench around his cock like a good little girl.

(A good little whore)

It’s too much to watch- too much to handle. Jin closes his eyes and tilts his head back with a groan, jerks himself to all the mewls and growls and groans and begs that sounds from the phone.

He comes along to the sound of you coming and he shudders after it, drags his hand over his cock and wipes the mess over his sweats.

...fuck. He shouldn’t have done that- he shouldn’t have watched that. He’s not going to be able to look you in the eyes if he ever gets to see you again.

(Fuck your eyes- he wants to look up your skirt, see that cute little pussy again)

Jin frowns and he runs his hand through his hair, tosses his burnt out cigarette into the ashtray before lighting another.

On the tv, Doraemon laughs. On his phone, Touya kisses your cheek and smirks at the camera- at Jin.

Fuckin’ dick. (Lucky bastard)

Jin shakes his head and he closes his eyes again, takes a draw and blows out a plume of smoke toward the ceiling.

...he’s got some fucked up friends. (No more fucked up than him)

A grimace and then Jin looks to his phone, taps on the screen and watches through heavy lidded eyes as his friend fucks his sweet little sister.

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Keigo’s the last to see the video- he finds it in the chat after he’s sent the neighbor girl back home, after he’s gotten some head and drawled out promises of feelings that he’ll never feel for some dumb little whore with aspirations of home in the ‘burbs and a passel of brats.

He snorts when he sees it, thinks it’s just some busted bitch that Touya talked into coming over so he could rail his anger out.

Touya’s always been a touchy little shit.

He stills plays it, though- drops down on to his bed and kicks back, takes a swig of beer.

It’s a pretty little cunt that gets flashed his way- wet and eager, nice and snug looking. Keigo rolls his eyes whenever Touya’s fuckin’ voice sounds, but he’d be lying if he didn’t enjoy the sight of that cute cunt sucking in a rough thumb, the sound of a little whimpers and mewls.

Not a bad pussy, not a bad voice- maybe this slut isn’t that busted?

Or maybe she’s just a butterface.

A snort and Keigo lazily works his hand down his chest, underneath his sweatpants. He strokes him even if he’s just half hard and he lets his gaze drift to something half-lidded, amused and lazy.

“So fuckin’ wet and warm. So tight. “All for me, baby- right?”

Fuckin’ show off- as if this one ups the coed Keigo had last week, as if this one ups the way he had fucked her throat raw in the library and came all over her dumb face, all over her fat tits.

“Y- yes. It’s all- all for you!”

Wait a second...

Keigo blinks and his brow arches as he watches Touya lays a smack across a cute little ass.

That voice sounds kind of familiar. Someone he’s fucked before? Did Touya snag one of his sloppy seconds?

Fuckin’ maybe- fucker is stupid and petty enough to do that.

Not that Keigo cares, though- he’s never fucked anyone that he’d get jealous over.

It’s more funny than anything, actually.

Keigo snorts, again, and he pumps his cock with a sneer.

“You ever been with anyone but me?”

Yeah, you’ve been with someone better. Will probably come crawling back to him, too, when you’re left dissatisfied by Touya’s weak ass stroke game.

“N- no! Just you! Just Touya!”

...what?

“You want anyone else?”

“No! Never!”

What?

Who the fuck is this bitch?

Keigo scoffs as he hears a beg to be fucked sound, rolls his eyes as he watches skinny fingers tangle into hair.

Maybe he’ll have to hunt down this slut and wreck her, shove it in Touya’s face right back.

Keigo drags his palm over his cock right as Touya jerks a headful of hair back and Keigo damn near crushes his dick whenever he catches sight of just who Touya has caught in his clutches.

Oh that fucking bastard. That son a bitch.

A slew of curses hisses from him and Keigo snarls as he takes in your teary, needy face, as he hears his creep of a friend’s little sister beg to be fucked by Touya.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

The growl spits out of him and Keigo is barely aware of it- can’t fucking care about it as he watches Touya nail his cute lil sis.

This is absolute fucking bullshit. He can’t believe that fucking prick is railing his sister. He can’t believe that petty fucking asshole is dumb enough to show it off.

What the fuck? What the absolute fuck?

Keigo’s hand moves faster and he snarls as he twists his wrist, as pre-cum spills all over his fingers.

Touya doesn’t fucking deserve that cute lil pussy. Touya doesn’t deserve to rail you with your sweet ass and mewling moan and hot little whines. Touya doesn’t fucking deserve you at all.

It doesn’t cross his mind for one moment how wrong the whole situation is. It doesn’t cross his mind that he should be disgusted over a brother fucking his little sister, that he should be disgusted over the way Touya hisses promises of fucking breeding his little sister’s cunt.

If he’s disgusted it’s only because he’s not the one fucking you- that Touya got to you first.

Oh, Touya is going to fucking regret this.

He’s going to fucking ruin you.

Keigo hisses as he cums and he growls as Touya’s stupid fucking lips quirk into a smirk on the screen, snarls and throws his phone down onto the bed as his hips jerk and pound against his fist.

“Fucking bitch! Stupid fucking whore!”

No wonder you were so goddamn shy. No wonder you didn’t sit in his lap like you should’ve. It wasn’t him- it was you; it was Touya.

The beer bottle gets swiped to the floor and Keigo growls as he rips his hand from his pants and scrubs the cum on his sheets.

Touya’s going to fucking pay for this.

Keigo saves the video and he scowls as he does- face dark, teeth gritted, stormy plans of revenge brewing in his mind.

#touya todoroki x reader #tw incest #tw breeding kink #it took me forever to finish this but god i do love this concept :'3

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Day 108: Ideal (Happy Birthday, Harry Potter)

Harry hadn’t had very many good birthdays.

Somehow, in spite of that fact, he’d imagined that his 19th birthday would be different. Last year, on his 18th birthday, when they’d spent the day rebuilding Hogwarts, Harry had reflected on his many terrible birthdays and told himself that 18 would be the last bad one. He’d told himself that on his 19th birthday there would be a party, he’d have his friends around him, and maybe just for that one day, they could forget everything bad and just have fun.

But now he was single, living in muggle London, without any friends nearby, and without any happy plans in place. He decided that he had to do something today, there must be something that could make his birthday not quite so glum.

He set off toward a coffee shop a few blocks from his house and ran smack into a door as a woman was coming out. She apologized but Harry was too distracted by what he saw inside of the store. From where he stood he could see reptiles, and birds, and he thought he could make out cats in the corner, and somewhere there was the faint sound of puppies yipping.

Waving the woman off he entered the animal shelter, feeling like might have found something good after all. He wandered in; first past the birds, then the reptiles, then to the kittens and full-grown cats. He paused with the cats for a little while, trailing his fingers along their cages and talking to them softly. Then he moved past them to the dogs and puppies.

There had to be about 10 altogether, different breeds and types, some sleeping, some playing together, some just wandering about sniffing. Several came charging over to the edge of their pen when they saw him, wagging their tails eagerly and he just knew. He looked up and waved to a sales associate who was straightening some pet supplies. “Sorry, I just wonder if I could meet some of the dogs?”

“Oh, sure!” she replied brightly. “Draco is on the dogs today, I’ll call him over. Just a mo.”

That was an odd name, Harry thought, it must be a coincidence. Surely Draco Malfoy wouldn’t be working in a Muggle Animal Shelter of all places. It was preposterous. Yet a moment later he heard a voice he’d recognize anywhere, “Sir, is there something I can help you with?”

Harry’s jaw dropped and he turned to look at the boy who had been his nemesis for several years, “Malfoy?” he asked incredulously, yet somehow he couldn't find it in himself to be surprised. It was his birthday after all.

(Read more below the cut)

“Potter? What in Merlin’s name are you doing here?”

“Oh, you boys know each other?” Annie asked with a wide smile.

“Uh,” Harry said inarticulately even as Malfoy said, “Yes, we went to school together.”

“Oh, it’s always nice to run into old friends!” she exclaimed. “Well, I’ll just leave you two to catch up and to find this young man a puppy!”

“You’re here to adopt a puppy?” Malfoy asked incredulously.

“Or a grown-up dog,” Harry replied defensively, feeling like this sort of luck was quite typical of his birthdays.

“And you just happened to show up at the one shelter in all of London that I work at?”

“Well, it’s not like I knew you worked here. It’s my birthday and I just wanted one happy thing-”

“A dog is a big commitment. It’s not just something you decide you want one day then discard the next.”

“I know that!” he protested. “And I want a commitment. I want something to love and take care of, something that loves me in return. I want something that is there all the time.”

Malfoy stared at him for a long moment. “Alright. What kind of dog are you looking for?”

“I don’t know. I thought maybe I could meet them and then I’d know which one was the right one.”

“Trust me, Potter, if you do it that way you’ll take home 5 dogs.”

“Maybe I want five dogs,” Harry said stubbornly. “It’s not like I’ve got anything else on at the moment.”

Malfoy snorted, “Have you ever owned a dog, Potter?”

“No,” Harry replied. “Have you?”

“No,” Malfoy said. “For one thing I’m not allowed to have them in my flat and for another, I don’t have the time and energy for a dog. Dogs are a lot of work and I’m not saying you can’t do it,” he said, as Harry opened his mouth to protest. “I’m just saying, maybe you should start with one dog.”

Harry frowned but it did make sense, he supposed.

“Come on, Potter, tell me about your ideal dog and I’ll still let you meet all of them,” he said as he started toward the back. When Harry didn’t follow he said, “Come on, you can’t meet them out there.”

Harry followed him through a door that led behind the glass.

“So, when you imagine your perfect dog, do you think you want a dog with a lot of energy or that’s a little more lowkey?”

“Umm,” Harry said, imagining that he’d like a dog who wanted to play but also thinking of how hard some days were. “Maybe a little lower energy, but one that would still like taking walks and want to play a little bit each day.”

“Well, most of our dogs will want to play at least a little bit here and there,” he replied. “So meet Artemis first,” he said, as he went into the area all of the dogs were in and led one dog out. “She is not for you,” he said as the dog bounded over to Harry and Harry knelt down to pet her. She licked his face and put her paws up on his shoulders to sniff his hair.

“Why isn’t she for me?” he asked, tipping his head up to avoid being licked in the mouth. “Hi Artemis,” he said. “Hello, beautiful girl,” he said as he stroked her sides, combing through her soft fur. “You’re a lovie, aren’t you?”

“She is,” Malfoy confirmed, rubbing her head between her ears. “But our Artemis is part Australian Cattle Dog which means she is very high energy. She needs to run every day regardless of the weather and she needs a lot of stimulation. She is a very smart girl and there will be a perfect home for her, but you aren’t it.”

“But I like her,” Harry said, wrestling with her a little bit.

“You’ll like lots of them,” he said. “I promise.” Then he added, “And if she is your favorite, there’s nothing saying she can’t come back out so you can have her.”

“Alright,” Harry agreed reluctantly.

“Alright,” Malfoy repeated. “So that’s Artemis, you can meet Pontus next,” he said, before calling Artemis back to the playroom where the other dogs were. “Pontus isn’t completely trained yet, we’re still working with him on basic commands, so I’ll just have to go in and get him.”

Harry nodded and sat back on his heels to wait, a moment later a huge dog came out, panting and dragging Malfoy behind him.

“Pontus,” Malfoy said reprovingly.

Harry couldn’t help but laugh as the dog barreled into him and knocked him off his feet with a couple of raucous barks. He pinned Harry’s shoulders to the floor and licked his face quite thoroughly, butting his glasses completely off his face. “Hey, boy,” Harry managed, pushing at his broad chest so he could sit up.

Malfoy was tugging at the dog’s collar, seemingly to no avail. Finally, between the two of them, they got him enough off of Harry that he could sit up.

“Well, hello to you, too, handsome,” Harry said with a chuckle as he scratched behind his ears and Pontus tried to sit in his lap.

“Pontus is very sweet but he is an oaf,” Malfoy said as he brushed his hair back out of his face. “He is part American Pitbull and part something huge and dumb. We can’t quite figure him out.”

“He’s a nice boy,” Harry said as Pontus tried to chew on a bit of Harry’s fringe.

“No,” Malfoy reprimanded the dog, tugging him back from Harry. “Yes, he is, but he needs a firm hand, Potter, and you are too soft. Once he’s trained a little bit he’ll be a very good boy but you just let him eat your hair so you’re definitely not his.”

“Yeah,” Harry said, patting the dog’s side. “I think you’re probably right.”

“Did you hit your head on the floor when he knocked you over?”

“Not really,” Harry said as he reached back to rub the back of his head and Pontus butted him to get him to keep petting him, “Yes, alright, you demanding thing,” he said with a chuckle. “Why do you ask?”

“Well because you admitted I was right and it didn’t seem to hurt you even a little bit.”

Harry laughed, “You’re a git. I’ll have you know it didn’t hurt me one bit.”

“My, my,” Malfoy said with a small smile, “Is this what we call character development?”

“Yes, I see you,” Harry said as Pontus flopped over onto his back on top of Harry’s legs so he could rub his belly.

“He likes you,” Malfoy said with a grin.

Harry looked up at him, “He seems pretty friendly, Malfoy. I bet he likes everyone.”

Malfoy shrugged one annoyingly elegant shoulder, “Not really. He’s usually not too keen on men, in fact.”

“And you let him all but attack me?” Harry asked in mock offense. “I mean, I know you don’t like me, Malfoy, but killing me seems a little much.”

Malfoy rolled his eyes, “He doesn’t attack people. It’s a common misconception about his breed. It’s all about how they are raised and trained, just like it is with every dog. Except possibly chihuahuas.”

Harry laughed, “I don’t know anything about his breed,” he said honestly. “I just meant that he tackled me to the floor pretty quickly.”

“Yes,” he said, “But when Pontus doesn’t like someone he cowers from them, he doesn’t attack them. He will do whatever he can to put as much distance and as many obstacles as he can between him and the person he’s afraid of.”

“Well, I think he’s sweet,” Harry said, his heart in his throat at the thought of this poor dog being so afraid. “Maybe I could adopt him-” he started.

“Oh no you don’t,” Malfoy said and he leaned down and grasped Pontus’ collar once more. “His person will come and in the meantime, he will have us to look after him. He is not the dog for you; he will wreck your entire house and you’ll let him. He deserves a family who will train him and teach him to be a good boy because he wants to be a good boy.”

Pontus stood up and wagged his tail at Malfoy, slapping Harry across the face. “Ow!” Harry said, shoving at Pontus’ rear end, “Stop hitting me with your tail. That hurts!”

“His tail is very strong,” Malfoy said with a chuckle, “Come on you,” he said to Pontus, “You can go back and play.”

A moment later he came back in, carrying a squirmy puppy in his arms. Harry reached out for it immediately, “Hello,” he cooed at it as the pup started to sniff him.

“This is Caerus,” he said. “He’s a beagle mix, which is quite obvious by his love of sniffing and by his sweet floppy ears.”

“Hi Caerus,” Harry said, holding him up so they were nose to nose, “You are very cute. Yes, you are.”

“He’s just going up for adoption,” Malfoy said. “He was a little touch-and-go for a while, his brother and sisters all died. He was in a very unsafe situation when we found him and we really didn’t know if he’d make it or not, but he’s a fighter.”

He squirmed to get down and Harry set him on the floor and he took off sniffing around the room they were in, following his nose.

“He will have no trouble being adopted. He is young and adorable, and people love puppies.”

“He is really cute,” Harry said as he watched him run around. “But he’s not for me.”

“I agree,” he replied.

“Why?”

“Oh, you’re looking for someone who’s a real rescue.”

“What does that even mean?” Harry asked.

Malfoy watched the little dog walking around the room, investigating and sniffing as he said, “It means that you have a hero complex, Potter, which I can’t even blame you for because you were raised to have one. But you want to rescue a dog who’s come from a rough life and knows it. You want a dog that will love you unconditionally and whose sun rises and sets with you.”

“Well-” Harry started, feeling a little defensive.

“That wasn’t a criticism,” Malfoy said quickly. “It’s a good thing. It means that you want to really bond with your dog and vice versa. Frankly, you’ll be a great pet parent.”

“Err,” Harry said inarticulately. “Thanks, Malfoy.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said with another one of those shrugs. “Besides, you’re not cut out to train a puppy.”

Harry laughed, “I could learn.”

“You could,” he conceded. “Maybe. You don’t like to be the bad guy and sometimes when you’re training a dog you have to be able to say a firm no. Especially with puppies.” Before Harry could respond, Malfoy was bending over and scooping up Caerus, “Alright, Mister. Back to the puppy room with you,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

When he came back he brought two puppies with him, both with curly, white hair. “Meet Castor and Pollux,” he said.

“Hello,” Harry replied, petting both of them as they squirmed on the floor and started to tousle with one another, both yipping happily as they played.

“We are hoping someone will adopt them as a set. They’ve never been apart a day in their lives and they basically only socialize with one another, no matter what we do with them. They both cry inconsolably when they are separated.” He crouched down beside Harry and stroked one of their backs, “They are also definitely not for you, but I told you that you could meet all of them.”

“Thanks,” Harry said with a smile as Malfoy scooped them back up and carried them back to the other room.

A moment later he came in, walking slowly and leading a dog who limped along behind him. “This is Molly,” he said as he led her over to Harry. She wagged her tail happily at him and plopped down next to him. “She is the sweetest, gentlest dog you’ve ever met.”

Harry stroked her head and she laid her head on his lap.

“She’s a black lab mix and she is a love,” he said as he crouched next to Harry once more, “She has had a hard life and she would love you until the day she died, but she is also not for you.”

“What?” Harry asked, looking up at Malfoy, “Why not?”

“Well first because she is special needs, she’s blind, her liver is pretty much shot, she’s all but deaf, she can’t manage stairs, and she is on a variety of medications.”

“I could learn how to deal with all of those things!” Harry protested. “Poor girl, she just needs a home.”

“That’s the second reason you can’t have her,” he said. “She’s already been adopted. She’s the owner’s dog. He just brings her along because he can’t leave her alone at home all day.”

“Oh,” Harry said.

“Yes, oh,” Malfoy replied. “She’s a good old girl.”

“Why doesn’t her name match all the others?”

Malfoy flushed slightly and Harry couldn’t help but find it a little charming, “I named all of the others,” he confessed. “We just need something to call them while they’re here and I like to give them new names if they’ve come from somewhere else to help distance them from their pasts. People can change their names when they leave.”

“That’s sweet,” Harry said.

“Shut up,” Malfoy replied.

Harry laughed, “What? It is.”

He rolled his eyes, “Alright, Miss Molly, let’s go. We have to find this prat a dog and you can’t be it,” he told her as he gave her a gentle tap and started leading her out. “No, you cannot. Your dad would never give you up. No,” he said as the door closed behind him.

Next, he came in carrying a tiny dog who was yipping at him, “Yes, yes, Hermes. We all hear you.”

He set the dog down and he immediately ran over to Harry, still barking at him. Harry held out a hand to the dog to sniff, “Hello there.”

Hermes yipped at him and then ran over to Malfoy yipping before returning to Harry once more.

“Hermes thinks it’s his job to tell everyone everything. He basically never stops barking.”

“Aptly named then,” Harry said as he reached out and stroked a hand down his back.

“He’s part chihuahua, we’re certain,” Malfoy continued. “And he is trained and housebroken, his only problem is that he doesn’t stop barking.”

“Will a dog like this find a home?” Harry asked, even though he knew it couldn’t be with him.

“Oh, certainly,” he replied. “He’s young and healthy and has his basic training. There are people out there who will not mind his barking one bit.”

“I’m not one of them,” Harry said as he handed Hermes back to Malfoy.

“No,” he replied. “There are two more,” he said. “And while I think either of them could be right for you, I’m saving the one I think is perfect for last.”

“Alright.”

“I only say this so that you don’t fall completely head over heels for the next one before meeting Penelope.”

“I’ll do my best,” Harry assured him.

A few minutes later he returned with a giant black dog ambling along behind him, “This is Gaia,” he said.

Harry’s heart melted as the dog walked straight over to him and flopped down on his feet. “Hello beautiful girl,” he said as he stroked through her thick fur.

“Gaia is a six-year-old Newfoundland mix. She is house trained already, she’s a very low energy dog but she’ll go on walks and play with you. She is a very sweet girl.”

“Yeah,” Harry said, he brushed his thumb along her cheek and she stared at him with her big brown eyes. “Hi,” he said softly.

“She would love you unconditionally,” Malfoy said as he knelt beside Harry.

“Why do you think she isn’t perfect for me?”

“More than half of her life is already over,” Malfoy said. “Which isn't necessarily a bad thing.” He glanced down at the dog and stroked her side.

“But...” Harry prompted.

“But,” Malfoy said before taking a deep breath. “You’ve seen a lot of death,” he looked up at Harry then, his eyes so clear and sincere that they seemed to pierce into Harry’s very soul. “Newfies typically live 8-10 years.” He raised one shoulder, “She would be great for you, but she is going to leave you far too soon.”

Harry’s eyes stung and he looked away from Draco and down at Gaia who had fallen asleep. “Will she get adopted?”

“Yes,” Malfoy said without even a moment’s hesitation. “She is a sweet, sweet girl and people love big dogs. I give her two weeks in here tops.”

Harry stroked her ear between his fingers, “If I tell you to bring in the last one but decide I like her better?”

“You can still adopt her,” he said quickly. “Sending her back now doesn’t hurt a thing.”

He nodded once, “Alright.”

Malfoy nodded back, “Come on, Miss Gaia,” he said. “Up you get, you sleepy girl.”

She stood up, turning to look at Harry for a moment and wagging her bushy tail at him, before lumbering after Malfoy once more.

When he returned he was leading a small tan dog behind him. “This,” he said as he scooped her up, “Is Penelope.”

As Malfoy started to hand her to Harry she started wagging her tail so hard that her entire body wiggled with the movement. Harry laughed as he took her into his arms, “Well hello little one,” he said. She bumped her nose against his before licking his cheek. “Hi,” he said again.

She squirmed a bit, so he set her down, thinking this is where any that had gone wrong went wrong but she didn’t walk away, she stood up on her hind legs and pressed her front paws against his chest so she could lick under his chin.

He laughed and stroked down her sides, she was super soft and he said as much to Malfoy.

He nodded, “Yeah, our best guess for breed is a chihuahua-frenchie or chihuahua-pug mix. The pug or frenchie would account for the wrinkles that she gets in her forehead, how soft she is, her barrel chest, and the way her little ears look. Chihuahua would account for the long legs and slender build in spite of her barrel chest.”

She took her feet off Harry’s chest and Harry held his breath to see what she would do. She turned away and he thought that his mind was made up but then she turned in a circle in between his legs, then another, then a third before laying down pressed against his body as close as she could get.

Something made Harry feel like he was choking as he watched her settle against him.

“She likes you,” Malfoy said softly. “Miss Penelope is almost two. She is potty and kennel trained already but will need a little help learning basic commands, she’s relatively young so it shouldn’t be too hard. She doesn’t like going on walks when it’s too hot or too cold, but when the weather is nice she enjoys them. She likes to play fetch and she really likes to chew things. But her favorite thing is a lap to curl up on under a blanket.”

“She’s so small,” Harry said softly.

“Fifteen pounds,” Malfoy affirmed.

“Would she want to sleep in a kennel at night?” Harry asked.

“If you wanted her to,” he said.

“And if I didn’t?”

“She loves to get up on furniture with people. I’m sure she’d be glad to sleep in bed with you if that’s what you’re asking.”

She lifted her head up from where it was tucked against her chest and plopped it on Harry’s thigh, gazing up at him with warm caramel eyes.

“She would adore you,” Malfoy said softly. “I named her Penelope because I knew that whoever she chose as her person she would be unendingly faithful to.”

“Yeah,” Harry said, stroking her head before running her ear between his fingers.

Over the earpiece Malfoy was wearing, Harry could hear Annie requesting back up on the sales floor.

“Why don’t you two take a little more time together,” Malfoy said. “I’ll go check in with Annie and then when I come back you can tell me what you’ve decided.”

Penelope lifted her head as Malfoy left the room watching him until the door closed before turning to look at Harry.

“It’s alright,” Harry said, stroking his fingers down her side. “He’ll be back.” He picked her up, holding her in his arms like an infant, and she huffed a little breath before settling her head on his shoulder, tucking her nose into his neck.

“It’s alright,” he said again, even though she didn’t seem perturbed in the least. “What do you think, then?” he asked her. “Hmm?”

She pressed her nose against his neck and gave him a tiny lick.

“Do you want to come live with me?” he asked her.

Her tail twitched back and forth a few times.

“Is that a yes?” he asked as he turned his head to press his face into the fur on her shoulder. “Hmm? You want to come home with me?”

More waggles and Harry couldn’t help but smile at her.

“Do you like the name Penelope?” he asked her, shifting her so that he could see her face, he brushed his thumb over her black whiskers and she turned her head away, “Well you don’t like that, do you?” he asked and he brushed his thumb under her eye to clear a little gunk. “Sorry, little one.”

She let out a little huff at him and he couldn’t help but chuckle at her.

He held her and pet her, talking to her softly. He fell completely in love with her in a matter of minutes.

When the door opened and Malfoy stepped back in, Harry said, “Can I take her home today?”

“Yeah,” Malfoy said with a smile. “There’s a whole bunch of paperwork for you to fill out first but wait until you get a load of their quills. There’s no inkpot or anything.”

Harry laughed, “They’re pens, not quills.”

“You know about them?” Malfoy asked incredulously.

“I lived with muggles after my parents died until I was 11. Yes, I know what pens are.”

Malfoy huffed, “Why wouldn’t you have brought them to Hogwarts? Why didn’t you use them there? It would have been so much smarter.”

“You wouldn’t have wanted anything to do with pens,” Harry replied with a laugh.

“Well, that's probably true. But I was an idiot.”

Before Harry could say anything in response or even process that remark fully, Malfoy was reaching for Penelope, “Let me put her with the others while we get you squared away.”

“No!” Harry said quickly, clutching her tighter against him.

“I’ll give her back, I promise,” Malfoy said.

“Can’t she just stay with me?” Harry pleaded.

Malfoy looked at him for a moment, “Yes, alright, but don’t let her distract you from the work you have to do.”

“I won’t.”

“Here,” he said, holding out a contraption to Harry. “Put this on her, she can’t be loose out on the sales floor.”

“Err,” Harry said as he reached for it. “How do I?”

Malfoy rolled his eyes, “Merlin, Potter. It’s a harness,” he said. “Here, set her on the floor and I’ll show you how to put it on her. It’s so you can walk her on a leash.”

“Can’t I just use a collar?” he asked.

“No,” Malfoy said as he lifted one of her front legs through a hole, then the other. “Small dogs, in general, do better with harnesses than collars. Unlike larger dogs, she has a more fragile trachea so we put a harness on her instead.”

“Is she okay, though?”

“Oh, yes,” he said quickly as he snapped the harness over her back. “Right,” Malfoy said, passing him the end of her leash. “This way, I’ll take you in to see Jeff and get her paperwork filled out.”

“Great, thanks,” Harry said, “Alright, Penelope,” he said, “let’s go.” She wagged her tail and stared up at him.

“Do you have the things you’ll need for your home?”

Harry shook his head, “Can I get those things here?”

“Yes. After you fill out her adoption paperwork.”

“Will you help me make sure I get everything she needs?” Harry asked quickly, afraid he’d miss something essential.

Malfoy gave him a smile and a small nod.

When they went to the office, Malfoy knocked on the door and someone, Jeff, Harry presumed, called for him to enter.

“Hi Jeff, this is Harry Potter,” Malfoy said, gesturing for Harry to enter the room. “He’s here to adopt Penelope.”

The man at the desk looked up over the top of his glasses and gave Harry a warm smile. “That is wonderful news! Come in.”

“I’ll just leave you to it, then,” Malfoy replied.

“Draco, you should stay. I’ve been meaning for you to learn more about the actual adoption process,” Jeff said.

It took a while to fill out all of the paperwork, but once they did, Jeff said, “perfect. Now there’s just the home visit and you’ll be all set.”

Harry looked over at Malfoy and Malfoy looked at him, both realizing at the same time what a bad idea it was to have a muggle come to his house.

“I’ll do it,” Malfoy volunteered quickly.

“Your shift is almost over,” Jeff said, looking at the clock on the wall. “I can take care of it.”

“That’s alright,” he said. “I don’t mind. We’re old,” he broke off, glancing at Harry, “friends,” he finished a bit awkwardly. “I’m helping him make sure he has everything he needs anyway.”

The other man nodded, "If you're sure."

"I'm sure," he said, nudging Harry out of the office.

Malfoy helped him to buy supplies for her, laughing as Harry picked out far more toys and treats for her than he thought was necessary. The sales associate helped them to box everything up and Malfoy helped him carry everything out of the store. "How far do we have to walk?" Malfoy asked.

"Just a couple of blocks," Harry said. "Do you want me to take that?" he asked, offering him Penelope's leash in exchange.

He shook his head, "It's fine." He hoisted the box a little higher in his arms.

"Do you live near here, too?" he asked, watching Penelope trot along tail wagging as she sniffed.

"About twenty minutes by bus."

He couldn't help but chuckle, "Draco Malfoy riding a muggle bus, who would have thought it?"

But the other man didn't seem to find that amusing, he frowned, "I'm not the person you remember."

"No," Harry said quickly, "I know," he added. "I wasn't trying to say anything unkind."

"Sorry," Malfoy replied, shaking his head slightly, "It's been a while since I've seen anyone from the wizarding world." He paused then added, "People from the past don't generally say kind things."

Harry hummed, "The wizarding world is full of hypocrites and people unwilling to see the wrong they themselves have done." He shook his head, "It's a lot. It's why I left."

He nodded to the door ahead of them, "This is my house," he added.

"It's nice," Draco said.

"Thanks," he grinned as he opened the door. "Sorry, I didn't realize that I would be having company or I would have cleaned up a little more," he added as he let Malfoy inside.

He took the harness off of her and let her investigate her surroundings.

"Did you say that you aren't expecting company?" Malfoy asked.

"Yeah," Harry said, keeping one eye on the dog as he started setting up her little bed and basket of toys.

"But it's your birthday," he said.

"Yeah," he mumbled.

Malfoy stared at him for a long moment before clearing his throat, "Do you have a back yard?"

"Yes," he said, glad for the change of subject, "This way," he added, nodding toward the back door. "It's fenced in but it's not very big, I'll take her on walks," he hastened to add as he opened the door. Penelope wandered out and started sniffing around and something warm unfurled in Harry's chest just watching her.

The other boy glanced out the door and nodded, "This is fine, it passes the inspection."

"Good," Harry said, breathing a sigh of relief. "Come on, Penny," he called and the little dog perked her head up and came dashing across the yard and back into the house."

"Penny, huh?" Malfoy asked with an amused little smile.

"For short," Harry nodded.

"I like it," he said as they turned and headed inside. "Well, I'll get out of your hair-"

"Do you want to stay for dinner?" Harry asked without really thinking about why.

Malfoy's brow furrowed, "Do you want me to?"

He shrugged one shoulder, "Only if you want to." When Malfoy didn't reply immediately he shook his head, "Never mind, it's silly. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm lonely, ignore me."

"No. I'd," he swallowed, "I'd like to stay for dinner, if you wanted. I just couldn't imagine that you'd want..." he trailed off.

"We're not the boys we were," Harry said, holding out a hand, "Harry Potter."

After a heartbeat Draco reached out and clasped his hand, "Draco Malfoy."

"Do you like pizza?" Harry asked.

He nodded, "As long as you don't put peppers on it."

"Done," he replied as Penny came over and put her paws up on his leg. He scooped her up and smiled, thinking for the first time in a long time that maybe everything was going to turn out alright.

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Sorry friends, this one really got away from me. It's super long. I hope that you still enjoy it! <3 Lots of love, -c

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Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 2,395 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Possessive Hotch, Dom/sub, Daddy kink, Masturbation, Come marking, Unprotected sex, Manhandling, Rough sex, Breeding kink, Dirty talk, Established relationship, This really got away from me Summary: Aaron and his girlfriend spend the night at Rossi's after a family dinner, and some of her comments earn both discipline and reward. (+Hotch calling the reader 'pet' rights.) Link to A03 or read below! It’s Friday night, and everyone gathers at Rossi’s for a family dinner—it’s homemade gnocchi, so good she could inhale her plateful and Aaron’s too, and the wine is flowing, funny stories are being told. After dinner, she sinks against Aaron on the sofa, warm, happy, laughing at JJ’s high school antics; they aren’t drunk, but cozy and sleepy enough that when it’s time to leave, neither of them really want to drive home.

“You can stay here if you want; I’ve got plenty of space,” Rossi says, and she’s not sure, because she’s wearing a short little sundress, has been teasing Aaron pretty hard tonight, and she imagines he’s got some plans for them when they get home.

“Okay; thanks, Dave,” he says, surprising her, and he excuses himself for the restroom while Rossi goes to get everything set up. Aaron returns before Rossi, and she leans up to give him a kiss.

“He’s putting us up in a guest room in the other wing. The other wing. He’s so rich he’s got wings, what the hell.” She wraps her arms around Aaron’s midsection, hugs him close. “The absurdity of that aside, if we’re in the other wing, that means we’ll be far enough away that he can’t hear us… if we were to do something noisy, that is.” He leans down for a soft kiss; she knows he won’t give her more than that, since Rossi is still nearby.

“Are you planning to be noisy?” he whispers, and she looks down at his lips, briefly, and back up to his eyes.

“Aren’t I always?” He looks at her like he wants to devour her, and she’s totally on board with that plan, but then Rossi strides in and they both pull apart. He points them to their room, down the hall, third door on the left, and then says goodnight, heads down the opposite hallway to his bedroom.

She and Aaron walk down the hall, passing paintings and artful knick-knacks that probably cost more than her car. “He made all this money writing books?”

“He sure as hell didn’t make it at the FBI,” Aaron says with a chuckle, and she whistles.

“Damn, I need to start writing books. Maybe like a Fifty Shades type thing, about you and me.” She makes her voice breathy and low and ridiculous. “He’s my super hot superior, and I know it’s wrong, but just thinking about getting on my knees for him makes my innocent cunt quiver with anticipation.” He glances over at her with his eyebrows raised.

“I can make your cunt quiver.” She grins.

“I know you can.”

When they enter the room, it’s gorgeous, if a little extravagant, made up in gold and cream and crimson, like something in a castle and not a place just outside DC. She brushes her hand over the pillows, because they look soft, and then she pulls back the corner of the blanket, slips between the sheets, still fully dressed.

“Oh my god, these have to have a thread count of like, two million,” she says, wiggling her bare thighs back and forth against them. Aaron huffs.

“I buy us high thread count sheets.”

“But do you buy us ultra high thread count sheets?” she asks, still wiggling. “Mega high thread count? I think these are mega high thread count.” He sits down beside her, runs his hand over the sheets, frowns.

“They’re not that nice. They probably aren’t even Egyptian cotton, and you love the Egyptian cotton,” he counters. He sounds a little... off. It makes her wonder what’s on his mind.

“No, they’re probably like… Roman cotton, or Calabrian cotton. Something super Italian and decadent.” She arches her eyebrows, and he pulls back the blanket and sheet, so he’s presented with her body; he kneels around her legs, hands on her waist. Her breath picks up.

“Naughty girl. Are you trying to make daddy feel bad? Like he doesn’t fucking spoil you enough already?” He takes her wrists in one of his hands and pins them above her head, pushes up her dress over her hips with the other. He sighs deeply, closes his eyes briefly. “You’re not wearing panties, pet.”

She licks her lips. She’d actually forgotten all about that. “I took them off earlier.”

“When? Why?” he asks, eyes stern and making her squirmy. She resists against him a little, just for the fun of it, and he holds her tighter.

“Before we left home. They were wet, daddy.” He leans in, hovers over her and moves her dress up further, bares her tits. She licks her lips again.

“Oh? Why were they wet?”

“Because I love you,” she purrs, and he catches her jaw in his hand, presses a crushing kiss to her lips. She groans into it, tries to roll her hips, but his knees on either side of her don’t allow it. “Daddy.”

“No. You mean to tell me my little pet was walking around here all evening with no panties on? In that little dress?” He takes his hands off her, and she pulls her wrists down, but he grabs them up again, shoves them over her head, and barks, “stay.”

He opens his belt, his fly, takes out his cock and then covers her wrists again; he tightens his knees around her hips, she can feel them digging in, and starts stroking himself, staring down at her face.

“Naughty little thing, prancing around here with a bare pussy. Don’t you know you belong to daddy? Don’t you know this pussy belongs to daddy?” He leans in so he can rub the head between her soaked lips, and again, she wants to buck up for more, but he won’t allow it. “You’re not coming, I’m coming. I’m coming all over what’s mine. And then, when I’m ready for more, I’m going to hold you down and use you, naughty pet, and if you’re good for me up until then maybe I’ll let you get off. Understand?”

She whimpers, struggles, but ultimately nods.

“Yes, daddy.”

He jerks his cock smoothly but quickly, wants to come fast, but he pauses to take her dress off completely, and then his own clothes; he probably realized these were the only clothes they have here, and doing a morning walk of shame covered in come stains is not a great look.

As soon as they’re naked, though, he grabs her wrists again, gets his knees on either side of her so she can’t move, and strokes his cock again. He’s watching her, his eyes set and focused on her face, and she’s watching him, his mouth and his hand and his thick dick disappearing inside his fist.

“You don’t like it when I don’t let you come, do you, pet? You don’t like it when I don’t let you touch me.” She perks up a little at being addressed—sometimes when she’s being disciplined this way, he gets himself off like she’s not even there—and she pants, squirms, and shakes her head.

“No, daddy, I don’t like that. I want to touch you, and I want you to make me come.” Her chest heaves, the only part of her that can really move, and she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. “But I know you need to come on me first, daddy. I deserve to have to wait, because I was naughty.” Aaron grunts, and fists his cock more desperately. So fucking sexy.

“Yes, you have to wait, but you’re my good girl now. You’re behaving for me; I’ll make you come soon, after you’re covered in me.” Almost like he wills it to happen, he tenses, comes, makes sure to get some on her tits and stomach and pussy, covering her with thick ropes that have her drenched from the inside out. She moans like it’s her own orgasm, wanton and eager, and when he’s done he leans in to take her mouth in a hard, passionate kiss; he releases her wrists, and she sinks her fingers in his hair, pulls him closer, pants against his lips.

“Love you,” she says with wide open eyes, and he kisses her softly, brushes his thumb over her lips.

“Love you so much.” He lays beside her while he recovers—she’ll manage to get him hard again relatively quickly, but he does need some time in between—and gently drags one fingertip through his come, tracing abstract patterns, rubbing it over her nipples and around her belly button, up and down her aching, throbbing pussy. She wants so much more, but she’s good and patient, just the way daddy wants her to be.

After laying like that for a little bit, Aaron takes her hand and guides it to his cock, lets her wrap around him and touch him and bring him to full hardness, and she closes her eyes, hums, licks her lips. Touching him after so much time not being allowed to touch him gets her extremely aroused, her whole body sensitive, her mind hazy with pleasure. It’s the best kind of reward by far.

The slow, gentle part of their evening is abruptly over when he flips her onto her stomach, come-covered body face-down against Rossi’s pretty crimson sheets. Jesus. She moans so loudly she’s not sure Rossi can’t hear her, even from the other wing.

He gets the head of his cock inside her, covers both of her hands with his, and slams inside, repeatedly, earning whimpering, desperate moans as his speed and intensity increases.

“How do those sheets feel?” he coos in her ear, her cheek smashed into them, as he fucks hard against her ass; her body is bouncing on the bed with each rough thrust, and she whines, shivers.

“Fine, daddy, but—mmh, nothing feels better than you.” In truth, it feels amazing, but only because her belly and tits are still covered in his come and she feels like a dirty whore; only Aaron can make her delight in ruining Rossi’s expensive sheets, which is a complete asshole move by anyone’s standards, and also really gross.

“That’s right, pet. I might never have a mansion with multiple wings, but I’ll always take care of you. You don’t have to want for anything.”

“I know daddy. I don’t want for anything but you.”

“And what do you want from me now?” he asks, pounding harder and kissing her cheek softly. Things like these are what really get her off, the marriage of tenderness and roughness, the way he knows what to do to maintain the balance.

“Harder, daddy. Take me, daddy,” she pants, and he squeezes her hands and doubles down, wrecking her pussy, no doubt bruising her hips with his unyielding thighs pressed tightly against them. “Maybe…” She doesn’t continue, because it’s nothing they’ve discussed yet, but he moves his mouth to her ear and tugs on it with his teeth.

“Maybe what, pet? Daddy always wants to hear you.” She squeezes her eyes closed and whimpers, getting close. She hopes the idea doesn’t freak him out. They’ve only been dating for a year.

“Maybe try to put a baby in me, daddy. I’m on birth control tonight, but you could practice?”

Aaron loses his mind.

“Oh, you want daddy to put a baby in you? You want me to put my come deep and then fuck it deeper into you until there’s no doubt you’ll end up pregnant with my babies, pet?” His thrusts have been quick and harsh, but shallow, up until now, but he adjusts his knees to slide in deeply, fully sheathed inside her, rocking her body and making her ass shake. “You’ll take it so good, won’t you? You’ll let me breed you full of babies, one after another.”

“Fuck, yes daddy, breed me full daddy. Wanna have your babies, wanna be full of you, wanna be yours.” He lifts his right hand off of hers and puts it on the back of her neck, grips tight, and leans in to press his teeth against her shoulder, breathing harshly.

“You are mine. I’ll make sure you never forget it.” She won’t, couldn’t, never, babbles something to that effect and then comes seeing stars, howling his name, and daddy, and oh.

Aaron whispers her name, and sweet baby, and perfect little pet, and changes nothing, keeps drilling hard and deep while she whines and whimpers over being used like he’s using her.

“That’s it, baby. Good girl,” he murmurs in her ear while he fucks her into the mattress. “Good girl making pretty noises on daddy’s cock; I’m going to put a baby in you, we’ll make a baby, a perfect little baby with your nose and my eyes, pet, promise.” She moans, wrecked, her hair frizzy, sweat clinging to her temples, and he comes with a grunt, moves his hands to her ass and spreads her while he spills inside, so he can be as deep as possible.

He pistons his hips a half a dozen times after, and then grinds slowly like he’s making sure she’s covered in come. It’s incredibly hot, and feels so good, and she comes again and then sags against the bed and lets him move inside her until he’s ready to pull out. When he does, he rolls her over, takes her in his arms, and they just hold each other and whisper and breathe for so long she starts to drift to sleep.

He gets them in the shower, cleans her up, kisses her lips and cheeks and all the places his body hurt hers, and she sighs, smiles, and thanks him. He thanks her back. The next morning, they’re getting ready to leave, and she is almost out the door when she hears Aaron talking to Rossi.

“Really nice sheets in that room. What kind are they?”

“They’re great, aren’t they? Peruvian cotton—Pima.” Aaron makes a sound of understanding.

“How much did they cost?”

“Around $120, I think.” She can hear the sound of paper—money—and ducks around the corner to see Aaron with his wallet out, handing Rossi a few bills.

“Sorry.” He pats Rossi on the shoulder and walks toward her, raises his eyebrows. “Ready to go?”

She sighs, nods, and takes his hand.

When they get home, they get online and order the sheets. And pick out a crib. Taglist ❤️: @arsonhotchner @mrsh0tchner @ssahotchie @sleepyreaderreads @mintphoenix @meghannnnnn @disgruntledchowchow @azenpal @g-l-pierce @wolviesbabes

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfic #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x female reader #hotch x female reader #hotch x reader

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giorno-plays-piano · 3 years

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Imagine orc!Lee using his size to intimidate others. As soon as he steps out of his vehicle the car almost bounces from the weight being lifted from it. He leans into your vehicle just to let you know how much bigger he is than you. Not just that but he mentions how much smaller you are compared to him.

How could you do this to me 😫

Who We Really Are

Pairing: orc!Lee Bodecker x Reader

Warnings: dubcon, forced marriage, breeding, allusion to kidnapping, usual filth.

Words: 3347.

P.S. I’M SORRY BUT IT’S NOT MY FAULT, BLAME THIS ASK!

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“You gotta be careful, little one.” Sheriff smirks, but you can see a glimpse of concern in his eyes when he blocks your way to your car, looking down at you from his height as if you’re a little girl - compared to probably the finest orc in your town you are, indeed. “That gas tank of yours is no good. You better replace it soon.”

You nod, unable to look him straight into the eyes as he watches you, his pants becoming painfully tight at the thought of fucking you into his bed till you’re a mewling mess with your legs spread wide for him, asking him to pump you full of his cum. You know sheriff likes you, you see that hungry look in his eyes, the way he treats you, how softly he speaks to you while barking at anyone else around. You know Lee’s been looking for a wifey for quite some time: for orcs who often marry early he’s pretty late, being too busy with his career and election. But now it looks like he’s getting impatient, and you get a little nervous knowing you might be very much one of his candidates.

“I get you’re intimidated by him.” Your colleague Annie says while putting canned meat on the shelves, you doing the same close to her. “Guess we all are, man’s a damn sheriff! But I think Lee’s one fine man, and you always gonna have food on the table, be respected by townsfolk, you know.”

“You say it as if he’s already proposed to me.” You murmur, slightly embarrassed and trying not to think of his large figure looming over you, his thick thighs and strong, beefy arms radiating heat.

“I won’t be surprised if he will.” Annie smirks, winking at you. “It’s orcs breeding season. Unless you don’t like him because he’s an orc?”

“Jeez, you know it’s not true!”

She laughs at you: being a half-orc, she always teases you about human-orc relationships, telling you to go find yourself a good orc husband, a real man ready to protect you. Sometimes she hints that orc men are way better lovers than human, and you have to shush her before your cheeks start burning. What a shameless woman!

But you know she’s right: just one look at Lee’s muscled but chubby body makes you embarrassed as you imagine him taking you on his lap while he kisses you, his large tongue in your mouth, his hands caressing the inner side of your thighs. You’re pretty sure he has a monstrous cock, and it both scares and excites you. Sometimes in your dreams you ride him, and your belly swells with his seed when he cums so much his sperm leaks down your thighs. You like to imagine him getting angry at you and fucking you till you cry and plead him to stop, your womb stuffed with his hot cock milk. You don’t know, but Lee has same dreams, every evening imagining you on your knees with your pretty little mouth wide open to fit his fat cock. He wanna fuck you so bad he barely contains himself from going to you and banging at your door at night. It’s pretty easy: you live next to him.

And yet, even if you admit you’re attracted to him, something stops you, something dark and heavy in his eyes when he looks at you, something telling you sheriff Lee isn’t your ordinary lovestruck young man, and you stay away from him, unsure why but unwilling to look too long into the abyss, afraid of what you might find there. Anyway, you aren’t even sure you didn’t imagine his looks, and maybe he has no intention to have any relationships with you. Annie laughs when you tell her that.

The night when you heard Lee yelling loudly in your house, waking you up, is like any other night - except that your house is on fire, your kitchen’s in flames, and your head is heavy from the smell of burning wood and plastic when you wake up, barely able to move in your bed. Lee’s already in your bedroom, and he covers you with what seems like a large wet towel, wrapping you in it and lifting you in the air as if you weight nothing. Everything around grows bright orange when fire gets closer, and an orc quickly carries you into the corridor, holding his breath - flames are eating your old red carpet and a beautiful drawer you’ve been so proud of, but there’s no time to save anything, the house will be gone soon even if firefighters arrive the next minute. You’re lucky sheriff couldn’t sleep and saw the fire starting, otherwise you’d be already dead.

When you wake up in a hospital, your head hurts and the smell of burning plastic is everywhere despite the fact the room is clean, and fresh air gets through a slightly open window. When the doctor explains you what happens, the only one you want to see is Lee. He’s waiting in the corridor, his arms bandaged, he has burn scars on his face, but it should bother you, sheriff says. Orc’s skin is much tougher than human, and these marks would be gone in a matter of two or three weeks. You cry when he tells you your house is gone. All your possessions are gone with it, too, and you has nothing left, not even a penny in your pocket. How could it happen?

“Your gas tank, honey.” Sheriff says, and you cover your face with your palms, weeping. Of course, the gas tank. You should have replaced it years ago, and Lee was reminding you about it every damn week.

Yes, the house’s partly insured, but all your documents and valuable belongings are gone. You don’t even have a place to stay, and you don’t know if there’s a shelter in your town.

“Don’t bother.” Lee says, looking at officers wanting to say something with such an expression his men back off immediately, unwilling to anger their boss further. “You can stay at my place. You’re my neighbor, anyway.”

You doubt it’s something casual for a neighbor to do, but you don’t complain: thank goodness Lee’s kind enough to give you a place to live before you’ll figure something out. You know you can call Annie, but she has three kids, and you living in their small house would only make things more difficult. You shouldn’t be scared of a sheriff, right? Someone like him wouldn’t do anything to you. In the end, he’s the one who saved your life.

You agree to come to him, grateful for his kindness. His house isn’t fancy, but it’s clean and warm, and you have the whole room to yourself in exchange for cooking: Lee’s often busy with his work, and he barely has time for house choirs.

Living with him seems easy enough when you don’t see him getting out of the bathroom half naked or catch him looking at you when he thinks you don’t see. It’s hard to concentrate cooking if sheriff watches you - in fact, it’s hard to do anything when he’s there, his eyes roaming over your body, and you think you can see him getting hard. You hope you’ve just imagined it, and sheriff is simply interested in what you’re doing - he hasn’t been living with anyone since he left his parents to be on his own.

When one day he catches you looking at him, he’s just had a bath, and the towel is wrapped tightly around his chubby belly, the fabric too short to hid his big, strong legs. Your cheeks grow hot in an instant when Lee gets dangerously close, and you’re pretty much pressed into the wall when he looms over you, his huge body completely blocking the light.

“Listen, little one, I’m tired to play these games.” He growls into your face, and you accidentally lick your lips when you see his tusks so close, dreaming to touch them with your kitten tongue. Ooh, Lee gets so angry looking at you, and you feel his horse cock pressing into your belly as he slams you into the wall. “Shit, you think it’s funny what you’re doing to me? I’ll fuck your brains out, little bitch.”

You don’t know if you’ve been asking for it, doing your best to keep your thoughts to yourself, but you neither scream nor run when sheriff tears down your panties, his tongue in your mouth, his fingers touching your bare pussy softly beneath your skirt, his warm, chubby belly pressing into your body as his towel falls down the floor. You have no idea if he uses something on you, but your head’s cloudy and vision blurry when Lee kisses you like this, and soon you’re finally licking his tusks while he fingers you, sitting on his lap just like you always wanted to, his monstrous cock so fucking big you think he’ll break you in half.

“Think you can’t take it?” He chuckles, watching you stare at his shaft nervously. “You’re one fine bitch, honey. You’re made to cum on top of orc’s cock.”

His rough fingers massage you so well you cum from them alone, your eyes rolling inside your skull with your kitten tongue hanging out of your mouth. You don’t realize you’re in his bed until Lee presses you face into the sheets, and you feel his smell when he fucks you with his long, slimy tongue until you start to writhe, moaning and wining and asking for his cock. Lee’s getting impatient, you feel it, but he does his best, slowly bottoming you out till you can’t speak anymore, pain and pleasure mixing in one strange feeling as the tip of his cock is kissing your womb. It’s so good, it’s so good when he’s rubbing all the right spots, filling you full, his big, warm body embracing yours, so much smaller and softer. You mewl like a kitten for him, your cunt aching when Lee starts to move, and you’re both crying and pleading for more when he fucks you in his bed, and you get to touch his face, shoulders and chubby belly, feel his thick thighs and hips pressing into yours. Sex with an orc is so good, you mewl to him to see his dirty grin when Lee goes harder on you, soon filling your baby room to the brim with his fat cum. But he’s not done yet, oh no, what an orc stops after cumming just once? He gotta make sure he blows his load inside of you as many times as he can even if tomorrow you won’t be able to leave his bed. Lee would even prefer it that way.

When you woke up next morning, his side of the bed is empty, and you sigh, hiding beneath a comforter, deep sense of shame suffocating you when you remember the details of last night. What have you done? How could you sleep with Lee Bodecker, town’s sheriff, while not even being in relationship with him? Yes, you have always been attracted to him, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is your completely ruined reputation when people will learn about what you’ve done. What would Lee tell them about you? How were you going to live with it now?

Slowly getting up and wrapping a comforter around yourself, you shivered, looking at the nightstand and hoping to find some note from him, anything at all to comfort yourself that you didn’t make a terrible mistake.

You expect to find anything but a marriage certificate with your name on it.

Grabbing it immediately, you look at it while thinking it’s some kind of joke. Maybe you weren’t in your right mind yesterday, deciding to sleep with sheriff, but you most certainly didn’t leave the house to get married to him. It is ridiculous. Besides, it was already late when he pinned you to his bed, how would you get a certificate anyway?

But the longer you look at it, the less fake it appears to be, both sheriff’s and your signatures there along with a stamp. How could it happen? Did you suffer from amnesia or something? No, no, you didn’t. The only way to explain it was if Lee got the certificate without you, faking your signature. But who on Earth would do it? Who would agree to issue this paper in such illegal way?

Oh, people would do it for an almighty orc sheriff. You know they would.

Hearing some sound coming from the corridor, you keep a comforter closer to you and run, opening the door to see a surprised Lee in his uniform walking on tiptoe. He blinks, watching you holding a certificate in your trembling hands, and his gaze becomes heavier. However, you don’t even know what to say. You don’t understand what’s happening even the slightest bit until you think it was true sheriff was looking for a wife, and it horrifies you how barbaric Lee might turn out to be. No, wait, it can’t be true, can it? He’s the sheriff. He wouldn’t do it. Would he?

“Was it you?” You manage to mumble, and now all you’re thinking about is the explosion and your old gas tank. What if it has been his fault all along, too? The thought chills you to the bone. “The fire...”

You don’t finish the sentence when a huge orc looms over you, his face distorted by anger, and you take a step back, frightened by the change in his demeanor when his heavy hand lands on your shoulder. “What? You think it’s me who did that? That’s what you think of me, little one?”

“No, I... I-” You don’t know what to say, afraid to make him mad but also thinking that destroying your gas tank didn’t seem like something Lee - or any other sane man - would do. You could still see burn scars on his arms he was covering the best he could with his uniform, reminding yourself it was him who pulled you from a house fire in the middle of the night. Regardless of what happened yesterday, you still owed him your life. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

“Good.” He snorts, turning back and getting his shoes while you just stand there watching him, a certificate still in your hand. "I don't have time for this now. I need to go to work."

You still can't get over what just happened, your mind wandering to you being married to Lee while you certainly didn't remember agreeing to it or him even asking you if you wanted to spend your life with him. Even if he didn't do anything to your gas tank, marrying you to him without asking seemed completely mad. Even for orcs eager to get married it was something totally unbelievable; there has always been a courtship period before an official ceremony.

"Is it real?" You asked, barely having enough courage to voice your thoughts when Lee looked at you again. "This... is it real?"

He's puffing like a steam engine, getting close to you again, his chubby belly pressing into yours. "Yeah it's real. What else?"

What else? What else? Was he serious?

You find yourself at loss for words, gasping for air. Lee married you. He seriously did it. It wasn't a joke.

Not knowing what to say, you think how little he cared about the law he was meant to represent, doing something as crazy as this. He didn't even ask you, though you knew what he was going to say if you started questioning him, "You have fucking slept with me, woman. You can even be pregnant with my child now, and you bother me with some formalities how I got the certificate?"

But it still didn't feel right that he didn't need your consent. Why? Did he think you'd outright reject him after what happened between you? Lee knew you had no one by your side, no suitors of any kind. Why didn't he bother to have a courtship period like everybody else?

Well, he isn't going to give you a divorce now over something like this, that's for sure. If he went as far as to have an illegal marriage registration, he surely was gonna keep you. You didn’t want to think what would happen if you tried telling police or anyone else how things were. Besides, even if you will get an annulment or something, people gonna call you sheriff’s whore till the end of your life, and this was your fault. You slept with him. You did it, and no annulment could change it.

"You could at least get me a wedding dress." You muttered in defeat, lowering your eyes down. "Didn't want to bother even with it?"

Feeling his large, warm hand on the side of your face, caressing your gently, he gives you a hearty laugh as if you amuse him, his eyes growing warmer when he hears you talking. "Wanna have a dress, honey? You'll get a dress.”

You look at him wide-eyed, unsure your heard him right. You thought he was going to scold you and call you names for being so ungrateful: he let you into his house while asking for so little in return and ended up marrying you while you had pretty much nothing to offer him but yourself.

“Call Lorraine and say sheriff needs it done in three days, alright? Her number's in the phone book."

Lorraine McCain, the best dressmaker in town. Her services always cost an arm and a leg, but she knows her job well, and if a girl is lucky enough to order Lorraine's dress, she's gonna boast about it all the time, showing off in front of her girlfriends until somebody else gets a new Lorraine’s dress.

"We'll make things right. Do the ceremony, have guests, all that sort of stuff, yeah?" He said, nuzzling against your cheek, his warm belly touching yours. "We'll talk about it when I come back, alright? Now take care of that dress of yours."

Perplexed with his sudden change of mood, you don't say anything again, your arms softly touching the back of his mighty neck when Lee leaves a clumsy kiss on your cheek, his tusks barely tickling your skin, and you smile unconsciously, enjoying his touch. Did he make the certificate because he thought you'd reject him? Now it definitely seemed like it. Why would he treat you so kindly otherwise? Maybe it's his way of showing his feelings without a risk of being refused, though you still think Lee is very barbaric even for an orc.

"Alright." You whisper when your husband presses a brief kiss to your knuckles, feeling soft. "I'll be waiting for you then."

"My good little wifey." Lee smirks when he sees you calming down and unwilling to fight him - he was afraid you'd turn on him after seeing that certificate and he'd have to lock you in the house until he spends enough nights fucking you into submission, but you really are his best girl. "We're gonna have a good life, I promise.”

Yeah, having a ceremony seemed right, he thinks in the car, looking at his house. He didn't plan to stop filling you up, and if you'd be already visibly pregnant by the time he brings you to church, townsfolk gonna start nasty rumors, for sure. Of course, he'd silence them all - he wasn't called the biggest orc in town for nothing, mind him being a sheriff - but it seemed too bothersome while he could just get things done in a couple of days, a week at the latest. Besides, the elections are getting close.

Shit, he was one lucky bastard, Lee grinned, thinking of your sweet cunt leaking with his cum once he was done with you. You'll surely be his pretty little wifey in front of everyone and a damn bitch in heat for him behind the closed doors.

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Didn’t do the taglist for this one since it’s a completely new fandom for me 😌

#lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker #yandere #requests #the devill all the time #devill all the time #sebastian stan #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes

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wonderwomanfantasy · 3 years

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please and thank you

Hell yeah I'll take any excuse for sub-Tsuki

Alpha! Tsukishima x Omega! Reader

Warnings: smut, abo stuff, femdom, oral, breeding kink, riding

Word count: 1,000 (about)

Summary: Tsuki tells a small fib in the locker room that you happen to overhear and well if you don't punish him now he might do it again.

“Please,”

“What was that baby?”

“Please,” Tsukishama wasn’t one to beg, no one would believe you if you said he did. But here he was, beneath you, tears leaking out of his eyes his pretty skin flushed bright red, begging pleading like his life depended on it.

“You’re such a bad boy Kei, lying like that to everybody,” you purred, reaching down again and stroking his cock. His shoulders curled back pushing his back up in an arch. His mouth fell open in a soft ah. The head of his cock was a deep red, almost purple. His cock throbbed and jumped at the slightest touch. There were prominent veins jutting out just begging to be touched.

“Omega please,” he whispered again. He must be hurting so bad, being edged for so long now, desperate to cum, but you didn’t think you’d let him have it just yet.

You often waited outside of the boy’s locker room waiting for Tsukishima and Yamaguchi. It was too cold to wait anywhere but the gym. But waiting so close to the door often meant you overheard stuff you weren’t supposed to.

You could hear whoops and cheers echoing out of the door. “I’d kill to have a sweet omega like yours beanpole-” Tanaka laughed

“Keep away from my omega,” your boyfriend snapped back. You felt pride in your chest. You liked it when he got possessive like that.

“She’s sweet too, bet she’s really good for you too, obedient,” Sugawara, his tone is deliberately teasing just trying to get under his skin. Kei is quiet for a second before saying:

“Of course, she’s the perfect omega.” you’d almost laughed.

Kei writhed when you pulled away, sweat gleaming on his chest. “Such a liar,” you said again

“Tell me Kei, do you want to cum?”

“Yes- fuck please please please let me cum,” he was almost screaming, as he shamelessly trying to grind against you.

“Then take me, make yourself cum, you’re an Alpha, aren’t you? Come on take your little submissive Omega and have your way with me,” you spat condescending. Predictably he didn’t move. Just whimpered and flushed with embarrassment as your words sank in.

“I don’t want to,” he mumbled, you smirked and pinched his cheek.

“I don’t want to,” you mocked. “No, you want me to make you cum because it’s just so much better that way isn’t it?” you shifted down the bed lowering your head blowing on his cock, lightly before flatting your tongue against eh base of his cock licking a clean stripe up to the head catching the precum leaking out of his slit.

“FUCK PLEASE!” he cried. “I-I’ve learned my lesson, please Omega please I need it!” He was so pretty crying like this so close to cumming but so far away. You make your way back up his body.

“Yes, but how do you want to cum? Do you want a blow job? Or do you want me to fuck you? Do you even care?” you asked teasing your hands over his hips, running your nails over the V in his groin.

“I want to be inside of you,” he gasped automatically. He’d give anything to cum, but if he’s getting a choice...

“Really baby? You know what that means?” you asked. Even if you’d edged him for an hour, you still wouldn’t let him cum until you’d already gotten off. You knew it wasn’t very fair but it was the principal of these things.

“I know, I want to make you cum, I want to feel it. I promise I can hold out omega, I’ll be good,” he promised. You smiled and complied. Raising your hips and lowering yourself onto his lap, slipping his cock inside of you. You had to go slow, both for his sake and your own, you didn’t want the fun to end too soon and besides Tsuki wasn’t a small guy and his dick matched his impressive build.

“You feel so good Alpha,” you said as fully took him inside of you, his swollen knot pressing against your entrance. He had a white knuckle death grip on the sheets beneath him, he breathed in through gritted teeth, waiting for you to move.

“Such a pretty cock, you have baby, always fills me up so good,” you praised starting to bounce up and down in his lap. You reached out and wrapped your hand around his throat.

“Are you going to cum inside of me Alpha? Breed your sweet little Omega?” you spat, snapping your hips down even harder. Tsukishima couldn’t help but bark in pain as you almost sank down on his knot but not quite a mix of both of your arousal dripping down his legs. He felt like he was losing his mind, leaving nothing but the primal impulses to drive him. Your mouth-watering scent making his head spin.

“Almost there Alpha,” you moaned feeling your orgasm approach, a tight ball of pleasure building in your stomach making your toes curl. Tsukishima tried to gargle something out but it was impossible to make out,

“What was that?” you cooed, not pausing your movements for a second. But you were at least kind enough to release your hand from around his throat making it easier for the poor baby to think.

“K-knot,” he managed to squeak out.

“Oh? You want to knot me baby?” you laughed, through your moans. “Do you think you earned that baby? You’ve been bad, I almost didn’t let you cum, you think that I’d let you knot me?” you spat, but a lot of your tenacity left your voice as you approached your climax.

”fuck-fuck I’m going to cum,” you moaned throwing your head back and moaning loudly as you came around your cock. The muscles in your thighs holding you up went lax and you sunk down his knot pushing past the ring of your entrance making him howl in pleasure, his body arched up off the bed like volts of electricity through his body. Thick ropes of cum shot out of his cock and filled you up.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, barely audible.

“What was that?” you asked, whipping the drool off of the side of his face.

“Thank you.”

#tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x reader smut #hq tsukishima #tsukishima x you #tsukishima x y/n #haikyu x reader

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nocturnalazura · 3 years

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Can’t Believe you - Bakugou Katsuki

A/N: So I can’t really write angst so the fighting between them isn’t great so please forgive me for that! But other than that I hope you guys like this as it’s something I’ve thought about before.

Summary: Bakugou takes over your fight with a villain, he has a reason and even though it’s not the best reason you get it. (I’m sorry I kind of still suck at summaries.)

Warnings: 18+, Cursing, oral (male & female receiving) Fingering, (Blood Mentioned briefly), Daddy kink, creampie, squirting, minor breeding kink.

“You complete asshole, I can’t believe you.” You barked at your boss. “I get that this is your agency, and that I technically work under you but I’m a goddamn pro. I don’t need you to run in and save me.”

“I wouldn’t have to save you if you knew how to take care of your fucking self! Look at you! You’re fucking covered in cuts and brusies!” Yells a rather angry Bakugou Katsuki.

“So what! I’ve had worse! I’m a big girl Bakugou. I don’t need you to babysit me. I'm only 3 years younger than you.”

“And that’s three years experience I have on you and that clearly fucking means something when you’re out there getting your ass handed to you.” He scoffs, arms crossed and nostrils flaring.

“You know what I’m fucking done with you, I don’t have time to argue with a thick skulled asshole today. If you need me I’ll be in my office.” You exclaimed storming out of the packed conference room ignoring the looks from other heroes, sidekicks and other agency staff.

You stomp down the hallways toward your office and slam the door closed before pressing your back against it. With clenched fists you walk to bi small bathroom in your office and examine yourself in the full length mirror on the wall. Sure you had a few decent cuts and bruises, but it was nothing you couldn’t fight through, you’ve fought through far worse injuries, and Bakugou is highly aware of this. He’s watched you fight with broken bones and dislocated shoulders, he’s helped you train and pushed you harder than most people would have. He had absolutely no right to take over your fight today and then have the audacity to act like he did nothing wrong.

After taking a moment to calm down you clean some of the smaller scratches and grime off yourself before heading down to the agency medic. Iku smiles at you before ushering you to take a seat on the table.

“Looks like you’ve had a fun day. What happened sweetheart?” Giggles the sweet older lady.

“Oh you know same as always, Villain got a few hits and then Bakugou decided to be a jerk and take over when I was doing just fine.” You grumble, wincing as she cleans one of the deeper cuts.

“Hey hun can you run down to the storage room and grab some more gauze please?” She asks, turning to the younger nurse in training, who quickly nods and heads out of the room. “Ok. Now, what’s so wrong about him helping you out? The man cares about you and I know you’ve fought through worse but can’t you give him the benefit of the doubt?”

“Normally I would have but he completely took over, didn’t even try to fight with me. Then he has the nerve to say that I was getting my ass handed to me and I can’t take care of myself.”

“Oh come on, you know he doesn’t think that. I’ve been here since he started this agency 9 years ago, I’ve especially watched the two of you over the past 7 years since you joined. I watched you two dance around each other and your feelings that first year, now you’ve been together 6 years don’t be stupid.” She scolds working to heal some of your harsher cuts.

Before you can reply the door opens as the training nurse appears with a small box of gauze and a less than amused Bakugou trailing behind her. Upon seeing him you immediately look away only to hear his annoyed “TCH” and the heavy sigh he lets out.

“She okay?” Questions Bakugou.

“I can speak for myself and I’m fine.” You snapped.

“Tch, I wasn’t asking you.”

“Like I said earlier I’m done talking to you today. So if you’re not done being a gigantic dick then I suggest you leave.”

“This is my fucking agency. I have every right to be where ever I fucking want to be. When it’s your fucking agency you can tell me whatever you fucking want.” he growls out.

“And right now both of you are in my office. I don’t care who’s agency this is, but right now I’m in the middle of helping her, we all know you’re not about to scream at me so I’m going to ask you to leave and scream at each other later. Thank you.”

You both stare wide at her, Iku may be older and only have a healing quirk but when she says something you can’t help but listen. It almost amazes you that Bakugou huffs and nods before turning and walking out of the small office. With a small sigh you let your body relax and smile slightly at her only to have Iku shake her head and frown at you. Without another word she continues on with healing you occasionally showing the trainee the best way to wrap and clean a wound. Once finished she ushers you out of the office and back to your own.

Slumping into your chair, you look around what is arguably one of the best offices in the entire building. You have a beautiful corner office looking over the city, your own private bathroom and the budget to decorate however you wanted. You know you have it all, and everyone else thinks it has to do with seniority, you came into the agency not long after he started it and sure that’s part of it, but the main reason you had it all was because your boyfriend cared. He always cared and wanted you to have the best, and of course he made you work for some of it, it would be too obvious if he just handed everything to you. Few people know about your actual relationship with Bakugou, family, some friends and of course Iku. The two of you had never wanted people to think he treated you differently, so for the most part he didn’t but today was uncalled for.

Seeing as your patrol for the day was cut short you decide to tackle some of your unfinished paperwork from the previous week. After turning on some music you shift through piles of paperwork signing off and reading through random things before deciding to head home early for once. You’ve never been one to head home earlier than needed but today you just don’t have it in you to stick around. Changing into your casual clothes you tell your assistant let Bakugou know that you've left for the day and make your way home.

Walking into your apartment you quickly head towards the master bath and fill up the tub. As the tub fills you slowly add in a bubble bath before lighting the candles you have scattered around the room. Turning off the tap you strip down and step into the tub hissing as the hot water covers some of the wounds that couldn’t be healed completely. Finally once seated you let the hot water relax your muscles and even out your mood. As the water becomes lukewarm you pull the plug and step out, toweling yourself off before changing into a random shirt and underwear. Padding into the kitchen you pull out all the ingredients to start on a spicy curry for dinner. Once dinner is almost done you hear the door open and turn around to see Bakugou walking into the apartment.

“Hey.” You say quietly, only receiving an annoyed huff in response you sigh. “Look, I know I was out of line today but so were you. You know I could have handled myself just fine, but I really don’t feel like fighting okay?”

“Fine.”

“I made spicy curry for dinner, want some?”

“Yeah. ‘M gonna shower.” He mutters, before turning and heading towards the background.

You wait for the sound of the shower to start before pulling out bowls and serving the food. Setting everything at the table you situate yourself at the table and wait for him to come back. Wordlessly he appears from the other room, hair slightly damp and dressed in a soft t-shirt and grey sweats and settles down next to you. The two of you eat in a slightly odd silence, once you’ve both finished he takes the dishes back to the kitchen and sets the in the sink to be done later before he heads to the living room in silence.

“Katsuki, come on. I’m sorry ok? I was out of line talking to you like that especially in front of everyone but that wasn’t ok, you can’t just take over my fight. We’ve always fought together unless the other one couldn’t, and you just shoved me out of that fight when I was fine. I had every right to be mad at you.”

“FUCK, Y/N. It looked like he was kicking the shit out of you! You’re suit was torn to shit in places and that fucking cut on your leg was pouring blood and what you wanted me to just sit there and watch someone from my agency get beaten? No you wanted me to stand there and watch my girlfriend get torn to shit.”

“I can handle myself! Fucking christ Katsuki you’ve watched me fight with worse injuries you know what I can handle why are you acting like I was on deaths door?”

“Because it freaked me out alright?! It’s always fucking freaks me out watching you fight injured like that. So fucking screw me for caring about you and shit but I kind of want you around for the rest of my life and I just spent a lot of fucking time picking out a ring for you.” He huffs, turning and walking into the bedroom and throwing himself onto the bed. Standing there stunned for a second you quickly follow him and climb onto the bed and straddle his waist setting your hands on his back.

“Kat? What did you just say?” You whisper softly into his ear.

“Shut up. You heard me.” He grunts into his pillow.

“Kaaattt come on, tell me.”

“Fine get off me dumbass.”

Smiling, you slide off him and sit on the bed watching expectantly. Sighing heavily he gets off the bed and opens the closet digging around before pulling something else and coming back to sit down in front of you. He holds out a small black velvet box and slowly opens it to show off a simple silver band with a beautiful orange stone in the middle of two small diamonds. You can’t help the small smile that creeps across your face as he stares at you, crimson eyes scanning over every little detail of your face before finally releasing a breath.

“You’re gonna make me ask aren’t you?” Laughing slightly you nod frantically at him.

“Fine. I’m not good at this romantic shit, but you know I love you and I don’t want you to die and shit. I like having you around and I wouldn’t mind having you around for the rest of my life. So marry me?”

“Of course I’ll marry you Katsuki.” You say throwing yourself into him. “But you can’t pull that shit like you did today, I don’t need you to come in and save me, we fight together when shit gets bad. That’s the deal, got it?”

“Yeah yeah yeah. Just remember one thing, I still make the rules here and there. Got it? He says slipping the ring onto your finger before wrapping his arms around you.

Rolling your eyes you pull him into a long passionate kiss, letting your lips slot together effortlessly. His thumbs draw gentle circle against your spine as he deepens the kiss. Groaning softly into the kiss he pulls away slightly to nip at your bottom lip before slipping his tongue into your mouth letting in tangle with yours. You let out a high pitched whine when he’s hands snake down to squeeze your ass and pull you closer to him. Rolling your hips you feel him squeeze your ass harshly with a groan as you grind against him. You let out a loud yelp when he pulls back a hand and slaps your ass with enough force to leave a mark.

Pulling away from him, you look down through heavily lidded eyes as you pant continuing to grind yourself on his quickly hardening length. Bakugou’s eyes narrow as you tangle one hand in his ash blond spikes pulling lightly. Large rough hands make their way under the shirt your wearing, one palms at your ass while the other one grazes your side before it finally finds it home on your breast, groping at it before thumbing over the nipple making you arch into the touch.

“You know as happy as I am that you said yes that doesn’t make up for the fact that you really pissed me off today. And you know what that means right?” Bakugou says in a low gruff voice.

“It means that you’re going to go easy on me because I’m now your fiancé and you love me?”

“You fucking wish Princess. Get your pretty ass up, I wanted you stripped and on your infront of me, now.”

“Fine.” You mumble standing up only to be stopped by a hand grabbing your chin.

“What was that?” Bakugou asks, crimson eyes now a shade darker.

“Nothing Daddy.”

“That’s what I thought now on your knees.”

Pulling your shirt over your head and panties down your legs you immediately situate yourself on the floor in front of him. Smirking down at you he tugs his shirt over his head and lifts his hips up to pull his sweats down. Your mouth waters as his hard cock springs out, the tip beautifully red against his otherwise pale skin. Leaning forward you quickly stop yourself and meet his eyes searching for the go ahead. His face stays neutral as he stares down at you, as you pull your plump lower lip between your teeth. Bringing a hand down towards your face he pulls your lip out of your teeth with his thumb, before bringing the same hand up the side of your head to tangle into your hair and pull you towards his cock, you bring a hand up to his cock only to be pulled back by the hair.

“No hands, you wanted to talk a lot of shit today so clearly I need to remind you what your mouth is really for. Now open.”

You immediately open your mouth as he holds himself steady while guiding you down with the other hand. Wrapping your lips around the head you happily suck on before allowing him to slowly push your head down easing you down his length. Finally Bakugou lets out a long low groan when your nose touches the soft trimmed hairs at his base, looking up at him with tears slowly sliding down your face he lets the hand on the back of your head caress your cheek.

“Swallow for me princess.” he rasps out, you can’t help but listen as you let the muscles of your throat massage his cock. “Fuck baby that’s it, that’s a good girl. Ok baby come on suck daddy’s cock the way he likes.”

You happily let yourself slide up and down the entire length of him, tonguing at the thick vein on the underside. Pulling up you suck on the tip dipping the tip of your tongue into the slit as you look up at him through your lashes. Letting yourself sink all the way back down you swallow around him a couple more times before he’s tugging you off by your hair. Panting you attempt to take in as much air as possible, looking up at Bakugou you hear him groan as he takes in your tear stained cheeks, spit slick lips and heavy lidded eyes.

“Oh fuck baby you look amazing, come up here Princess.” Bakugou groans, pulling you up into his lap. Immediately he’s slamming his lips to yours as he flips you two over to hover above you. “God Y/N you did so good for me baby, fuck that’ll work for now I really don’t feel like punishing you right now.”

“Mmm thank you daddy” You mumble as you lean in to kiss him deeply. “Love you.”

“Uh huh love you too, now shut up.”

Pecking you one last time on the lips he begins kissing down your neck sucking and biting marks into your soft skin. Once satisfied with his work he works his way down your body making sure to suck and nip at each of your nipples before moving towards your hips. Gripping your thighs with strong hands he pushes your legs up and open to press kisses down your thighs.

“Look at your little pussy you’re so wet for me princess.” He groans before licking a strip up your pussy. Softly sucking on clit, he slips two of his thick into you, easily angling them to hit that sweet spot inside of you and pressing the tips of his fingers into it. Pulling off your clit he moves back up to kiss while he thrusts his fingers at an even place and scissoring them to stretch you out some.

“Fuck gonna cum, Katsuki! Daddy please I’m so close. Kat please don’t stop.” You whine gripping onto his shoulders harshly.

Look down at you an almost evil grin crosses his face and he pulls his fingers from you just as you were nearing the edge. Your nails bite into his skin as you whine at your ruined orgasm looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“Good girls ask to cum. Where are you manners today Princess?”

“Please daddy I’m sorry. Can I cum? I wanna cum so bad please daddy!”

“Too late. Guess I’m going to have to fuck the manners back into yeah?”

Not giving you any time to reply he’s instantly pushing into your tight little cunt to the hilt. He leaves no time for you to adjust as he starts with a brutal pace, cock stretching your walls impossibly wide while his tip kisses at your cervix with very thrust. Over the years bakugou has truly tested your limits and is well aware of how far he can push you, he knows you’ll drop your safe word if you truly can’t handle what he’s giving you. The bedroom is filled with the wet squelches of your sweet little cunt being destroyed and your constant babbling.

Leaning back he grips under your knees and easily pushes thigh up towards your chest folding you in half. The new angle brings him even deeper and knocks the breath out of you. You try your best to form words of what you need but it’s hard to focus when Katsuki is essentially rearranging your insides. The only words you can seem to form at this point is a whiny, breathy combination of daddy, please Katsuki..

“What is it princess? You wanna cum? You can cum whenever you want baby but you can only cum from my cock.” He grunts with a vicious smile. He continues to jack hammer into you until he seemingly takes pity on your whines and teary eyed face as he changes the angle of his thrusts to really get you screaming.

“Cumming! Gonna cum fuck d-daddy cummin.” You wail, as your walls tighten around him.

“Fuck yeah good girl. Look at you cumming just from daddy’s cock. Fuck so good baby.” He mumbles as he looks down to the spot where you two are connected. He groans low and deep in his chest at the ring of translucent, milky white liquid around the base of his cock from you creaming so nicely around him. The feeling of your walls spasming around him drives him insane.

“Think you can give me one more baby?” He moans leaning down to give you a sloppy kiss that is mainly you moaning into his mouth. Nodding at him you let yourself continue to pant not bothering to contain any noise you’re making.

“Good girl. You look so good like this baby girl, fuck, can’t wait to cum inside this tight little cunt of yours.” Dropping one of your legs he brings a hand down rub quick circles over your clit making you tighten around him. “Shit princess, the second we’re married I’m knocking your little ass up yeah? Wanna see you nice and round with my child. F-fuck baby. You like that idea? Wanna have my babies yeah?”

“Yeah fuck Kat wanna have your babies please. Daddy! Please fuck cum in me!”

Groaning he speeds up his thrust while he continues his ministrations with his thumb. Suddenly you let out a loud moan as you get impossible tight around him as your back arches off the bed and your nails stab into his shoulders, sure to leave little crescent shaped marks deep in the skin. The feeling of your release splashing against his thighs and lower abs has him groaning as he looks down to see you’ve soaked him in your release. The aftershocks of your orgasm have your walls frantically clenching around him drawing him closer to the edge.

“Katsuki.” You whimper quietly looking up at him with tears rimming your loved filled eyes finally has his hips stuttering.

Bakugou quickly pushes in until his tip is pushed securely up against your cervix as he fills you with his heavy load. With small aborted thrusts he works himself through his orgasm before finally slumping over and resting his head in the crook of your neck breath coming out in uneven pants. Letting your eyes close, you allow your breathing to come back to an even pace as you bring a hand up to gently stroke at Bakugou’s hair. Shifting slightly he lets your other leg drop back down to the bed and squeezes your side but makes no other move.

“Kat? Baby I love you but you’re resting like all of your weight on me and you're kinda heavy.” You whisper into his ear as you leave a soft kiss below it. Snorting he shifts slightly, wrapping his arms around you he slowly rolls over until you're settled on his chest.

“You gonna pull out any time soon?” you question sitting up slightly.

“Hell no. Gotta make sure you keep everything in.” he grunts, peaking a crimson eye open to look at you. Giggling softly you snuggle into his chest breathing in the warm slightly burnt sugar scent he gives off.

“Hey, I’m sorry about being a dick earlier. You’re right, I was out of line.”

“I’m sorry, Did you Bakugou Katsuki just apologize and admit to being wrong? Damn I got engaged and now this I hit the fucking jackpot today.”

“Shut up dumbass. Don’t get used to it.” Grabbing your chin and pulling you close he leaves a soft sweet kiss on your lips. “I mean it though, I want you around for a long time, I also really fucking mean it when I said once we’re married I’m knocking you up. I want you off the pill immediately if you’re fine with it.”

“I plan on being here for the rest of our lives ok? And I’m more than okay with it, tell me when you want to start trying and I’ll stop taking my pill.”

Groaning he lets his head fall back. “Fuck me princess you’re playing a dangerous game here because if that’s the case I want them tossed out tonight.”

“I’m good with that, I have one thing I would kind of like to do though.” he raises an eyebrow waiting for you to continue. “I wouldn't mind telling everybody about us. Some people might figure it out anyway because of the rings and stuff and I don’t want the media outing us, I’d rather do it on our own terms if you’re okay with that.”

“Ok, we can figure that out. But we’re going to do that another day because we’re not leaving this bed for the rest of the day, got it?” He says slapping your ass.

“Deal, we should probably tell our families we’re engaged.”

“They can wait. Now come here.”

Pulling you back down you giggle as he brings you into a long soft kiss.

“Also you basically had a tantrum because you wanted me to marry you, you know that right?” Groaning he shoves your face away from him. “I mean come on Katsuki you threw yourself on the bed like a toddler. You’re 32 I can’t believe you did that.” You giggle uncontrollably.

“You know what I take it back. Give me the ring back.”

“No it’s mine.”

“Give me the ring Y/N. It’s not like you can go anywhere I’m holding you hostage until I get it back.”

“Fine I guess we’re staying here forever then.”

“Fine.”

“I love you Kat.”

“Yeah, yeah yeah Love you too Princess.” He says with a small soft smile.

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou smut #mha smut #mha x y/n #bakugou x y/n #bakugou fluff

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 3 years

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Can we get some buggy fucking???

Ah it's because of this post huh?

I got you ;)

They were pests, all of them. They swarmed their Queen's home, wanting to see her. They kept their distance, staying outside of her quarters, but they desperately stayed. Wanting to see her. Wanting to smell her. Wanting to just hear the sound of her voice.

"MOVE IT! ALL OF YOU!"

Hardshell roared at the crowd of bugs. Some sulked in submission, others growled and snarled. He couldn't blame them. Even through the door, he could smell her. She was more tempting than anything he could ever experience. He knocked on the door, keeping the package close to his chest.

"Come in, Hardshell."

Just her SPEAKING sent the bugs into a frenzy, shoving one another in hopes of hearing more. He roared at them to get back as he helped himself inside, shutting the door behind him. And there she laid. Room was lavish in sheets and pillows, heavy with the smell of both death, and various flowers. And her. Oh sweet Primus, her smell. She was fertile. If he shoved his spike into her, she would carry so much strong, resilient young and-

"I said come in. As in, bring it TO me."

"Apologies. There's so many...pheromones in the air. Distracts the processor."

He cleared his processor, before walking up to her and presenting her the parcel. A large oil cake, just for her. She craved something sweet, and given the pleased look in her optics, he could tell he did well.

"I was expecting something small. But this. You did well for your queen."

"I try. You deserve nothing less."

She helped herself to a big piece, fangs sinking into the frosting. Hardshell sat there for a moment, looking over her frame. When they first found her, she was far too thin to lead a colony. But now? Her frame was full. Legs, still lithe, supported a large thorax, grown by fuel and attention. She looked like a proper queen. Smelled like one too. She finished her piece, sighing in content.

"Hardshell. Would you also like a piece?"

Eating? From HER meals? He had never heard of such a thing. He thought it was a trick, but finding food, fighting off the weaker insecticons, it made a bug hungry.

"I would. If it does not keep you from eating, my queen."

"Nonsense. I can't finish all of this myself. Here, eat."

She grabbed a nice, thick piece, and motioned him towards her. He leaned over her berth (her sheets were SO soft), and allowed her to feed him. Such a delicious treat from his beautiful, kind queen. She seemed amused by his hunger, using her free hand to stroke the side of his scarred face.

"Hungry thing. I can imagine. Being the biggest, strongest bug around isn't easy, I can tell."

He finished his piece, and even got so bold as to hold onto her wrist, allowing his glossa and mandibles to clean the frosting from her touch. The cake itself was good, but her touch was what truly made him hungry. She brought her face closer to his, using her thumb to wipe whipped cream from his face.

"Hardshell. You could protect me, can't you?"

"Of course! I will protect you with my life! I would make a nest with the bodies of those who DARE wish to harm you! Give you a chalice for you to drink their energon from! If a million autobots wish to harm you, then a million of them shall lay dead!"

He meant as he said, completely and totally. She looked him up and down, as if she was trying to deem him worthy. She then laid back in her hoard of pillows, and carefully dragged his claw across her small glossa.

"Then protect me now."

"From what? What ails you, my Queen?"

She then spread her legs open for him, revealing the smell that was driving everyone CRAZY. Her open valve, damp with arousal.

"Loneliness."

That was all he needed. He jumped into her berth, immediately assuming the position. Legs up in the air, with his legs planted at her sides. He opened his spike panel eagerly (with his valve panel following suit. It wasn’t uncommon for insecticons to fuck a breeding bugs valve during this), before, rather unceremoniously, shoving himself inside of her valve. Oh the way she smelled the second he entered her. It was like opening a bottle of perfume right in front of his face. He thought, in his haste, that he had been too rough.

He was wrong.

He watched as she threw her head back, optics practically sparking out as electricity shot threw her frame. He thought about asking if he should proceed, when his throbbing spike gave him all the permission he needed. He rested his claws besides her head, and started to slam into her. Oh the way his spike slammed into her, the way her valve gifted him with such fragrant, such arousing fluids.

"More. MORE."

She demanded more of his spike. She had such a tiny frame, he was worried his full gerth would hurt her. But she knew as well as anyone that anything that was worth anything, was worth pain. So he obeyed her, starting to push himself fully into her as he thrusted. He felt her claws rake down his back, and he felt only more motivated to shove himself into her.

"I'll breed you my queen. I'll stuff you full of my seed. I'll earn the right to have you bear MY young and-"

"Less talking, more FUCKING."

Such a demanding Queen. A queen that needed so much. He obeyed her, thrusting enough to make her paint scuff onto him, making sure he stuffed her to his hilt. He may have been barked at him to be silent, but she couldn't do the same. Not when her claws raked down his frame, but when she cried out for more, not when she demanded her womb be full of him. Then she overloaded. It was without warning, just a loud, hiss of pleasure, followed by a puddle of fluid dripping down her aft and into the sheets.

Yet, he didn't stop. He slammed into her further, fucking her through her overload. She looked up at him, drool dripping down her lips.

"Overload in your Queen."

It was a demand. Yet, from how much she whined underneath him, it was also her begging and pleading. And who was he to refuse her? He pulled himself out, shoved himself back in, again and again, until the fifth thrust finally finished him off. His claws tore at the sheets, his speech synthesizer strained as he roared into the air. And he overloaded.

His overload dumped itself into her valve, and he watched in fascination as her metal expanded in order to accommodate it all. He didn't bother cleaning his drool ridden maw as he gazed at her, slowly pulling away. She sat there, body steaming and shaking, with her valve reduced to nothing but a huge pool of thick overload. He helped her shut her panel, before finding himself laying right on top of her. She kept trying to shove him off, but honestly?

It didn't bug him.

#asks #airachnid #hardshell #lemon #gotta love a pun

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babymilkawa · 3 years

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are your requests open? if so can i get bakugou, kiri, shinsou and sero (or anyone) surprising their s/o with a puppy they’ve always wanted? or their s/o coming home with a puppy without telling the boys ? thank you !! n happy valentine’s day

this is so cute!! My requests are almost open lol and if they’re not, it’ll show up on my pinned post ^^ And happy belated Valentine’s Day to you too anon <33 make sure to take care of urself 🤍

surprise puppy headcanons with:

bakugou katsuki, kirishima eijiro, shinsou hitoshi, sero hanta

gn!reader :)

bakugou katsuki

he knows that you’ve been looking on adoption sites for dogs

you haven’t actually brought up the topic to him yet, unsure of what his response would be

it just so happened that your anniversary was coming up and bakugou couldn’t think of a better gift for you

he didn’t mean to be snooping around but he had searched your history and noticed one tab that you just never deleted

it was a a little puppy, about 2 months old and bakugou had a feeling that this was the one

sharing the site to his own laptop, he booked an appointment to adopt immediately

he had to choose between taking you to the adoption center or straight up bringing the puppy home

the latter seemed better though

so it’s the day before and your boyfriend is leaving it at your neighbors place so he can pick it up the next morning

he wanted you to wake up to the puppy

smiling at the thought, bakugou entered into the home you shared and greeted you at the door

“How was your day, babe?” you asked

“not too bad, you?”

you yawn and stretch and tell him of your day’s activities

then he asks what you want to do for your anniversary tomorrow

“Hmm maybe keep it lowkey this year? hang out at home?” you asked hesitantly, unsure of whether he wanted to do something more

but bakugou thought it was perfect

you could spend the whole day with your new puppy

the night before, as you laid cuddled to his side, bakugou stared at the ceiling until a thought occurred to him

what if you hadn’t told him about wanting a dog because you weren’t sure urself? No but you never closed that tab

You must’ve really wanted it

he just wished that you could’ve told him

he didn’t want you to hold yourself back for his sake

you were always so selfless and thoughtful of him

he hoped that tomorrow and in the years ahead, he can show you just how much he appreciates you

it’s 5 am and bakugous slipping out of bed

he makes sure you’re warm before leaving the house, careful to not make any noise

he knocks on the neighbors door and they hand him the puppy in its cage

at home, bakugou takes out the box he’s pre-wrapped and places the puppy inside it

it starts to squirm a little, now that it’s finally out of its cage but bakugou holds it still, petting its head to calm it down

the puppy was quick to obey and he let out a sigh of relief

carrying the large box to your room, bakugou froze when he saw you come out

“huh? what’s that, babe?” You say, sleepily

“just go back to sleep y/n” he said, placing the box down

he ushered you back in bed and you tried to pull him down with you, whining when he protested

“I gotta do something real quick, ok? I’ll be back”

thanking the heavens that you were facing the opposite direction as the door, he slipped the box right next to it

there was still a couple of hours until you would agree to start the day so bakugou joined you under the covers and pulled you close

he must’ve been exhausted because when he woke up, you had a little blob laying on your chest

“oh my god, katsuki!!” your face was split into a wide smile and the puppy was happily playing around with you

bakugou’s eyes widened and cursed out loud

“sorry babe, we were supposed to open it together. I must’ve overslept”

“Aww it’s ok katsu, I woke up to this little ball of sunshine here”

it must’ve jumped out of its box, he thought

“But how did you know that this was the exact one I wanted?” You asked

he shyly rubbed the back of his neck, “you had that tab open for ages”

the puppy continued to bounce in your arms and bakugou admired the smile on your face

leaning in for a kiss, he said, “happy anniversary baby”

kirishima eijiro

you had gone to the adoption center just to look around while your boyfriend was at work

you really hadn’t meant to actually commit to it when you saw the most cutest puppy ever

it was even clinging on to you, surely it was perfect

and your boyfriend also seemed to really like dogs so you really just said why not?

it was a pretty big impulsive purchase but you knew he wouldn’t mind

it was for the both of you after all

bringing it home, you couldn’t wait to think of names with your boyfriend, knowing that he’d come up with really creative ones

kirishima still had a couple hours left of work so you decided to pass the time with your new friend

you set up its bed and its food, all while having the puppy follow you around the house

you were in the closet at the back of the house, rummaging for a blanket when you noticed that your puppy wasn’t right behind you any more

not having a name for it yet, you weren’t sure how to call out for it

so you decided to just look for it yourself

it wasn’t until you were closer to the front of the house did you hear the sound of your boyfriend laughing

“eiji?”

he was holding the puppy in his arms and it was licking his face, causing him to laugh in response

it was such a cute sight, you had to snap a picture

“what’s his name, hun?” He asked

“haven’t decided yet. I was hoping you’d have some good ones”

“How long have you been planning this? There’s no special occasion is there?”

“I went to the center for fun and I decided to just get it”

“Good choice” he laughed

“so you got any names?”

he set the puppy down and it whined, looking up at him

“I was thinking d/n?”

it was perfect

calling its new name out, the puppy immediately turned its attention to you, leaping into your arms

“aww” your boyfriend said, before wrapping you both into a hug and picking you up

shinsou hitoshi

so we know he’s more of a cat person

but after seeing how much you interact with dogs and gush about them, he decided to surprise you with one

it was shinsou’s day off but you still had to work so he took that chance to visit the adoption center

before when he had asked you what kind of dog you wanted if you were to ever get one, you told him your favorite types, including gender

luck seemed to be on his side because he found the exact same breed you liked

it was a much younger one though, only being a few months old

excited to see your reaction, shinsou signed the papers and brought your new puppy home

he also figured that since you seemed to be stressed and overworking yourself, this was the perfect present

there was no special occasion but hey, couldn’t he just spoil his s/o?

by the time you came home, the puppy was asleep but away from your line of vision

your boyfriend kissed you hello and took your belongings

he could see how exhausted you were and part of him was glad that the puppy wasn’t jumping around right now

hopefully you could play with it when you had more energy

“you hungry y/n?”

“no just come here please” you made grabby hands at him and he laid on the couch with you

he ran his fingers through your hair and gave you a small peck on both your eyelids

you were about to fall asleep when you heard small, high pitched barks and the sound of paws on a hardwood floor

sitting up, you looked straight in the face of your new puppy

“toshi...?”

“that’s for you babe. I know you’ve been stressed out recently so I thought it would help”

“but I thought we agreed to get a cat?”

“you wanted to get a cat for me. But I know you like dogs better babe”

“aww” you pulled him into a hug and he kissed the top of your head

the puppy, wanting to be included, jumping in between you two and snuggled his way in

as it got settled on your lap, you gave your boyfriend a thank you kiss

sero hanta

sero’s birthday was coming up and you had no idea what to get him

you couldn’t think of anything your boyfriend had said he wanted recently

until you guys were talking about his boss’s anniversary with his wife and how she got him a golden retriever

a lightbulb binged in ur head

that’s what you’d get him

trying to not reveal your plans, you asked him what kind of dog he’d want

he was open to anything really

so you went straight to the adoption center the next day and you decided to find one you’d like too because your boyfriend was ok with any kind

after hours of playing with each dog, you settled on a small puppy

it had been sleeping on your lap the entire time until you brought out snacks the staff gave

it woke up immediately and obeyed when you told it to “sit” and “jump”

driving back home, you were satisfied and picked up a cake for the celebration tomorrow

you decided to just give the puppy early and have the cake on his actual birthday

when sero came home, he called out for you, receiving no response

thinking that you must be busy, he went into the kitchen to feed his stomach

turning around with a sandwich in his mouth, you popped up from the corner and held the puppy up, a cute ribbon tied to its neck

“tadaaa”

he looked at you and dropped his sandwich, his face lighting up

he pumped his fists in the air and yelled “hell yea we got a puppy!”

you let him scoop it from your arms and it’s snuggling up to him immediately, licking the remainders of his sandwich from the corner of his mouth

picking up the sandwich your boyfriend dropped, you set up dinner while listening to the joyful sounds of your boyfriend playing with his new puppy

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goldenshoyo · 3 years

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Champagne on Ice - Daichi x Fem!Reader

Summary & Info: This is for the Valentine’s Day collaboration organized by @prettysetterbaby ! Make sure to go check out the masterlist on her page for more wonderful fics!! Daichi takes you on a weekend getaway to Tokyo and you enjoy a night together after dinner <3 Big thank you to @oikawasmommy for the icy blue and beautiful header!!

Warnings: Established relationship, food play, ddlg themes (no ageplay), spankings, light bondage, a tinsie tiny bit of exhibitionism or public sex sort of, mention of blisters/blood, face slapping (once), spanking (once), edging, drinking (obv cause the name), oral (m. receiving), vaginal sex, mating press, breeding kink (mention of wanting knocked up), oh and some praise.

A/n: I was going to add cumplay, but this was already getting so long. I will save that idea for something else.

Word count: 3.1k+

The Tokyo Tower glimmered in the night sky, the tall buildings below it looking much smaller than you’d ever expect. You’d seen it in pictures, but somehow never managed to make it to visit the Capital since you moved to Japan several months ago. Living four hours away by car only made it even more difficult for you to take time off work to go exploring further than Miyagi.

It looks more beautiful in person than you could have imagined. The lights twinkling in the distance while you gazed out the window of the restaurant Daichi brought you to do the evening. How long have you been staring out into the city? You’re not sure, but it was definitely worth every second of your attention away from him.

You finally turn your head, focusing back on the menu in front of you. You understand a little of the Kanji, but not enough to read the descriptions of the food. Biting your lip, you try to look for familiar characters, just so you don’t have to completely rely on him again.

“You could have asked for a menu in English,” he tells you looking up from behind his own. He sets it down on the table, racing his leftover and placing it over your right. “They usually have them here in Tokyo. It’s a lot different here than back home.”

“I didn’t even think about that.” You sigh laying it down. “I’ll just get whatever you pick for me.” He smiles at you and squeezes your hand. His touch is always so warm and comforting.

“I can read you the menu,” he tells you. “I don’t mind if you don’t want to ask.”

“Thank you,” you say softly and he begins to go down the menu.

He describes each item for you, making sure to look up at your reactions to the items. The kindness in this action reminds you why you fell in love with him so quickly. His willingness to be so giving and ready to help you with anything you needed since you happened to become his neighbor when you moved to Japan was obviously a reason you felt so safe with him.

“I think I’ll just go with the grilled yellowtail,” you tell him so he doesn’t have to keep reading to you anymore. Even though his voice is pleasant to listen to while he reads to you quietly, as not to disturb anyone else dining in the vicinity.

Dinner is fantastic and Daichi keeps up the conversation, going over his plans for your long weekend away. The way his lips move when he speaks, the way his lingering touches leave your skin ablaze, and the way his body looks under his tight black button-up keeps your mind occupied throughout the evening.

“Ready to go?”

You wonder if he’s aware of your stares. Probably, you know you’re not that great at being slick around him. Any amount of poise you like to put on fizzles away when you’re with him. Everything in the room goes silent, and it’s just tunnel vision on him.

“Hey, ----. Are you ready to go?” You snap out of your daze and he laughs. “Lost in thought?”

“You could say that.” You stand up, taking his hand in yours and leaving the hotel restaurant. You have to go down several floors to find the room you’d rented since the restaurant topped the building, to give you those gorgeous views while eating.

The entire trip is lavish, something you’re not particularly accustomed to. A nice change of pace for your usual nights spent in with Daichi The elevator has no wait and is empty when you enter the sleek black box with trimming that’s a rich maroon.

“It’s like this place wants you to fuck everywhere,” you say aloud by accident. Daichi chuckles and you hang your head in embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to voice that,” you tell him softly. “I’m sorry.”

His arms wrap around you from behind, your body melting against his while you let him engulf you. “You shouldn’t be sorry when you’re telling the truth,” he whispers, his breath tickling your ear. His hands graze down your breasts to your stomach. They pass your hips and settle on the hem of your dress tightly clinging to your thighs.

“D-Daichi,”

“Did I hear something?” He teases, fingers now hooking the fabric in them and slipping them up to your thighs.

“Daddy!” You correct yourself, disappointed in yourself for not reading his actions better and acting correctly. “What if someone sees!”

“So what if they do?” Your dress passes your ass now securely bundled in his right hand above your panty-less cunt. “Well, what do we have here? I didn’t expect this.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise daddy!”

“Breaking rules,” his tone lowers, “is for sure a surprise, little one.” You bite back your smile, knowing he loves when you break his rules even more than you do. His punishments are too delicious not to act up every once in a while, even if you know your ass will regret it in the morning.

“It’s just a little rule” you argue, his fingers now dangerously close to your clit. You want him to touch you so bad, but he always takes his time. Bringing you to your boiling point, testing you to act up further or beg him for more.

“There are no “little” rules, baby. You know better,” his finger finally grazes your clit making you bite your bottom lip and close your eyes. Relaxing your head back against his chest you melt into his touch.

“I thought you would like it,” you pout, looking up at him through your lashes. His face is stern, but the glimmer in his eyes is undeniable. He does like it. He gets excited each and every time he bends you over a close surface, spanking your ass until it’s blistered and bleeding.

Instead of answering his finger start moving quicker on your cunt, your clit being assaulted and making your body warm in ecstasy. He’s meticulous, every movement of the single finger pushing you into a moaning mess without any effort. He knows your body better than you ever have, something that still shocks you to this day.

Your heart races, nails digging into his strong arms while he slips his finger inside of you and another spreading you open in the middle of this empty elevator. He’s not even moving his finger in you, and your clenching around him like your life depends on it, desperate for him to move it inside of you.

The terrifying sound of the elevator stopping makes you open your eyes.

“Daichi!” You say through gritted teeth.

He ignores you, starting to thrust his fingers in and out of you as if nothing is happening. You start breathing heavy, panic settling in, and your heart racing.

“Please!” you beg now a little louder, the doors starting to part. “Daddy please!”

“Now that’s better,” he pulls his fingers out, making you whimper despite it being what you wanted. He lets go of his grip on your dress, pulling it back down over your bare skin and smacking your ass harshly. “Get out, this is our floor.”

You look up at the elevator lights above the opened door seeing it is in fact your floor, embarrassing you even more. “Oh,” you mumble walking out and turning right towards your room.

Daichi opens the door with the keycard, holding it open for you to walk in. In the center of the room, a black cart has been placed with a pink cloth over it and a bucket of ice with two bottles of champagne in it. Beside it, a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries.

“You didn’t have to do all this!” You say dropping your small purse off your shoulder and grabbing a strawberry. Holding it to your mouth you take a bite, looking at Daichi and trying to not break the tension you feel between you and him.

He locks the door behind him, undoing his cufflinks and dropping them on the dresser across from you. You toss the stem into the trash bin provided under the cart, sitting down on the black velvet couch at the end of the bed; watching him as he slowly undoes the buttons of his black shirt. He knows your eyes are on him, burning into his chest, but that won’t convince him to go any faster.

Making you wait is one of his favorite games. You get so impatient, desperate for his touch, basically begging him to fuck you with your eyes alone. It’s his most favorite site of all.

“Daddy,” your soft voice filling the silence.

“Yes?” He asks, letting his shirt fall off his arms and onto the floor.

“I want you,” you pout.

“I know, doll.” He chuckles, “I know.” Reaching out his hand caresses your cheek, his thin dragging across your bottom lip; the rough pad of his thumb pulling at your soft skin. “Pretty girl,” he mumbles, slipping his thumb into your mouth. Your tongue presses against the bottom of his thumb, sucking on it lightly as he likes. “And so well behaved.”

You smile, looking up at him.

“I think you deserve a gift. What do you think, some champagne?” He pops his thumb out of your mouth.

You nod, “I think so too daddy.” You go to stand up, but his hands stop you, gripping your sides and tossing you onto the bed.

“I never told you to move.”

“But the champagne is-”

“Quiet,” he barks at you in that tone that warns you not to push him any further. He grabs a bottle of champagne, holding it by the neck and popping the cork off of it quickly. He doesn’t grab any glasses, something you want to ask about.

However, you know better than to speak out of turn. As much as you enjoy his punishments, nothing can beat how well he treats you when you behave.

He sets the bottle beside the bed on the nightstand, his body crashing onto yours and attacking your neck, jaw, and lips with intense warm kisses. Your arms wrap around him, as do your legs. Clinging to him desperately, trying to get his body as close to yours as possible. Dragging your nails down his back he lets out a guttural groan, biting down on your bottom lip and making you yelp.

“I want to rip this dress off of you,” he mutters against your lips.

“Whatever you want, daddy. Rip it off of me then.”

He doesn’t need any more encouragement, He flips you onto your stomach, pulling down the zipper of the dress. He gets frustrated that the zipper ends at the small of your back and grabs the thin fabric, ripping it all the way down your body and exposing your bare ass to him. He slaps it once, his hand staying on the soft stinging skin, and fingers digging into it.

“As much as I want to stare at your ass for hours, I have other plans for you.” He flips you back around, grinding his body back against yours and kissing you deeply. His tongue slips into your mouth, massaging your own. He’s hard already, his cock tight in his pants and stiff against your thigh.

He tears himself away from you, sitting upon his knees and reaching for the champagne. Taking a drink from it he titles it close to your lips.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” You do so quickly, wanting to be good for him. As the champagne hits your tongue you pull it in your mouth, drinking in the sweet liquid and savoring it.

Daichi’s hand comes down hard on your cheek, smacking you roughly. “I didn’t say you could drink it. Now, try again.” He tips the bottle again pouring a steady stream of champagne down your tongue, dripping onto your bare chest.

You shiver, the cold alcohol dripping down your chest. Daichi’s tongue replaces the cold on your tongue, sucking the remaining liquid off and then moving down your chest, following the trail of champagne down your body. Reaching up to him you tangle your fingers in his short hair, holding his head as he goes down to your navel, tongue teasing your cold skin all the way.

“D-daddy,” you whine tired of this tedious torture. He’s drawing this out so long you feel like your nerves might combust if they’re not giving the right amount of attention. “It’s cold,” you squeal.

He chuckles at your whining and little squeals. “Just a little more, little one. Daddy isn’t satisfied yet.” He pours more champagne on you, this time both breasts and soaking your nipples. His lips close around your right nipple sucking and letting it go with a loud popping sound, then moves to the next doing the same.

It’s becoming increasingly harder to stay still beneath him, especially with his cock grinding into your thigh and making you desperate for him to fuck you. You squirm beneath him, and he drops the bottle of champagne on the floor.

“Oops,” you giggle and look up at his brown eyes. He’s laughing too now.

“You better make that up to me,” he jokes, pushing himself up onto his knees.

You sit up, fingers desperately grabbing his dark dress pants. Undoing the belt as fast as you can, you push the pants down his hips and release his thick cock from his pants. You take it in your hand, stroking it once and looking up to Daichi for permission.

“Go ahead, baby. I know you can’t wait to suck it.” You don’t wait any longer, taking the tip in your mouth and sucking softly, tongue rubbing the bottom of his cock as you take more in your mouth. He’s too big for you to take all the way in your mouth, so you use your hand on the rest. Your saliva is the perfect lubricant for your hand, his quiet moans now filling your ears with delight.

“You’re so good at this, little one.” He praises you encouraging you to do better, squeezing your hand just a bit tighter and then licking down his shaft to his balls, taking one in your mouth and eliciting a loud moan from Daichi as he throws his head back and enjoys your tongue. “Fuck, don’t stop doing that.”

You hum with delight, making him moan louder while his nerves vibrate from your humming. This is one of the few times Daichi will let himself fully lose control, you taking the minuscule amount of control he allows to please him. You switch back to sucking on his head, teasing him with your tongue and fondling him, wanting to make sure he feels good everywhere.

“Baby, you have to stop or I won’t be able to stop myself any longer,” he gasps out. Grabbing you by your hair and pulling you off of him, drool dripping from your lips he pushes you back onto the bed on your back.

You pull him down on top of you and he kicks his pants off the rest of the way. He kisses you again, his fingers toying with your wet lips. “So fucking wet… someone must be mad I didn’t let her cum earlier…”

You nod, “want your cock daddy. Pretty please,” you beg. “I need you to make me cum and scream.”

“Needy little girl,” he coos, removing his hand from your throbbing clit. You whine but are shut up by the quick feeling of his cock splitting you open. You cry out, gripping his arms with your fingers and let him take you. “That’s it baby, get used to daddy’s cock.”

It feels so good, stretching your walls while you cling to him. His slow thrusts make you used to his size, making you whimper as his cock pulls and pushes inside of you. He pulls you close to him, your face burying in his shoulder and chest while you wrap your legs around him while he starts fucking you harder.

“S-so good,” your voice is muffled against his chest, but you hear his chuckle.

He lets you go pulling out of you and pulling your legs off of him and throwing them over his shoulders. He gets up closer, his legs now pressing your thighs into your chest while he forces his cock back into you. He’s so deep now, pushing against your cervix with every thrust and making your legs ache while he pounds into you.

“Daddy!” You cry out, your orgasm on the tip of your tongue, burning in your stomach and cunt.

“Cum for daddy, baby. Cum all over my cock.” He whispers deeply next to your ear, and fucking into you harder.

You can’t answer, your voice too incoherent to manage more than a moan. You squeeze your eyes shut, letting him use you like a toy while you cum around him, your legs shaking and moaning getting louder, into a scream for him.

“That’s it baby,” he kisses your lips softly, rutting into you harder. “I’m so close too baby, just hang in there. I know you can take it.” You nod, riding out your orgasm while he continues fucking you until you’re seeing stars when you close your eyes. Each thrust deeper than the last.

“Daddy!” You cry out, knowing he loves when you beg for him. “Want your cum so bad! Fill me up daddy! Fill me with your babies daddy!” His one tick, talking about knocking you up. You know it drives him mad, even when it’s just in casual conversation. He can’t resist it when he’s buried inside of you, especially.

“Want me to knock you up little one? Give you my precious baby and make sure everyone knows your mine?” He chuckles, a devious smile plastered on his cheeks. He grunts loudly, slurring curse words under his breath.

“Please daddy! Need it so bad!” You cry out and feel his cock twitch inside of you.

He cums, letting out the loudest moan you’ve ever heard from him. Fucking you through his orgasm, before completely stopping and hovering above you. His breathing is heavier than it’s ever been afterwards, evidence of the intensity he felt there at the end.

You reach up, wiping the sweat from his forehead and pulling him down by his chin to kiss your lips softly. He smiles, moving and releasing your legs. You let them flow down on the bed, cum leaking from your abused hole onto the bed, but you’re too tired to care.

“More champagne? Strawberries?” He asks, standing next to the cart.

“Do I actually get to enjoy them this time?” You giggle, forcing yourself to sit up.

“I’ll think about it,” he laughs, tossing a strawberry your way.

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twistedtranslations · 3 years

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Jack Howl - A bit troubled

You can unlock this story by getting Jack’s SR Scary Dress

Translation under the cut

Chapter 1

Savanaclaw Dorm Lounge

Jack: Even when we warned them, they touched the items on display. They trespassed even when we said that they’d get hurt and that it was dangerous. At this rate, those annoying visitors will cancel our party that started on the 31th… In any case, the visitors that won't listen… also known as the Magicam monsters, I plan to terrify them so they run away…

Ruggie: That group’s a bunch of trouble. I don't feel like scarin' the hell out of 'em will help, though. Leona blew up and said he’d "turn the entire set into sand so no one comes," but they didn’t care.

Leona: At least I'm not turning the visitors into sand, so I'm being quite gentle here. But Jack, do you have a concrete plan? These are brats with nerves of steel, a much different breed from those thomson gazelles that run away at the swaying of grass.

Jack: Yes. My strategy is… yelling out "Magicam Monsters". I think that should scare them!

Ruggie/Leona:… Seriously?

Jack: It fits the powerful image of Savanaclaw. Like this…. HEY YOU! … Those guys won't stand a chance if we jump out at them one by one and then glare at them.

Leona: Hah, wouldn't that be a spectacle? Look at this earnest doggy yelping and howling.

Ruggie: Shshshs! You're Talkin' about it as if it's not your business, but he's gonna make you do that too, Leona.

Leona: I'm not imitating that stupidity.

Jack: Stupidity… I think our glares are pretty forceful, though.

Leona: We will probably look threatening. But if you're all bark and no bite, who gives?

Ruggie: Jack's plan is like… a "Jack" in the box. If you’re gonna do that, you gotta make it real scary.

Jack: What else can I do?

Leona: That's your job to think about as the leader. Use your head. Otherwise, the Savanaclaw dorm students won't obey you.

Jack:… Right. I'll try thinking it over.

Main Street

Jack: (I said that, but what else can I do? Isn't just jumping out at them enough to scare them and make them flee? I thought taking in a breath of fresh air would bring me new ideas, but it's hopeless…)

Deuce: What’re you doing here, Jack? You seem troubled… are you hungry?

Jack: So you're not with Grim and the guys. But I guess. I'm in a stump...

Deuce:… Is it about “that”?

Jack: Yeah.

Deuce: It'd be bad if the teachers heard us. Let's move to the side and talk about it.

Deuce: So, what troubles you?

Jack: I can't think of a good way to scare off the Magicam monsters. My seniors shot my plan of jumping at the annoying visitors down… I actually showed them to scare them, but they just snorted.

Deuce: Well, I think that's a great idea. I think that’s the fastest way to make minced meat outta them. It's not like we can resolve this with fisticuffs.

Jack: Yeah. The party would be cancelled because of us if we committed acts of violence.

Deuce: Yeah… Savanaclaw is dressed as pirates this year, right?

Jack: What about that?

Deuce: It seems Heartslabyul was dressed as pirates last year.

Jack: ...Now that you say it, Cater mentioned that.

Deuce: Why don't you try talking to our seniors to see if you can get any nice ideas out of it?

Jack: Troubling you guys with our dorm problems is a bit…

Deuce: I understand what you mean. But this is our first Halloween party at the college. I think it's better to consult our seniors instead of haphazardly running with whatever you want.

Jack: Being told by you of all people to stop and think... That’s pretty convincing. If I could, I’d want to solve this myself but I have no time to plan for the big day… Okay, I'm going to have a talk with them.

Deuce: I think that's great.

Jack: But who should I talk to? Is there anyone I can consult at Heartslabyul…

Deuce: What about Clover? He's good at taking care of people and he also looks over my studies frequently.

Jack: Trey. I'm guessing there's no one else… But let's visit him first.

Chapter 2

Heartslabyul Dorm Lounge

Trey: My bad, I kept you waiting. However, I didn't think Jack would come to pay me a visit. What a surprise.

Jack: Sorry for the brief notice. Deuce told me I should try talking with you... Please help me! I need to find a way to scare the visitors.

Trey: Hey hey, Savanaclaw is outside of my jurisdiction. Is what I want to say, but it's for the party’s enactment. And I can't really besmirch the reputation of my junior who referred you to me. I’ll hear you out this time.

Jack: Okay. I wanted to jump out forcefully at the visitors when they let their guard down and then glare at them. I think that's a straightforward way to scare them but… Leona and Ruggie told me that wasn't scary and I can't think of other tactics.

Trey: Haha… as expected. For most people, being leaped upon by you would be quite scary. What would the other members of Savanaclaw do?

Jack: They're supposed to intimidate them likewise. Our dorm has a forceful image and I want to bring that to life.

Trey: I see. Now I understand why Leona would say that isn't scary.

Jack: Huh?… Why is that?

Trey: The first time you surprise them, it'll be scary. But if you keep doing that, they'll get used to it.

Jack: I see… That might be what my seniors meant.

Trey: But I don't think your strategy is bad or anything. The most important thing is the effectiveness of that one scare.

Jack: …

Trey: It doesn't seem to ring a bell with you?

Jack:… No.

Trey: Okay.… Suppose you were to go out to eat a very delicious fillet steak as the main course?

Jack: (Why did he suddenly start talking about food? Or is he trying to hint at something…)

Jack: Yeah.

Trey: If you had a boiled beef salad, calf tail soup and more additional meat dishes as the appetizer… What would you think about the main dish, the beefsteak?

Jack: I like meat so I wouldn't be disappointed but… I would probably think "Meat again?". I wouldn't look forward to it.

Trey: Right? If you got meat dishes from the start, you won't look forward to the taste of the main dish. If you were the chef, what kind of course would you make so that the steak would taste the best?

Jack: To make the steak taste the best… Ah, I see! I don't want them to get bored with meat, so I'd use vegetables and fish for the appetizers! I think they'd be the most excited if they’re unsatisfied, so they can feel the spirit of the steak.

Trey; Well done. You'd feel the most satisfied if you were to follow a light dish up with the steak.

Jack: Yes. I think it's good if I could transpose this on our pirate theme. The appetizer should be light… and insufficient… like the calm before a storm? In the movie, they talk about the curse of the ghost ship, whose rudder steers despite there being no wind…

Trey: (It seems like his gears are working. Seems I don’t have to talk in metaphors anymore.)

Jack: So if we do this, and then that… and then leap at them with this timing. I got it!

Trey: Did you figure it out?

Jack: Yes! I'm sure my seniors won't refuse this plan. Thank you very much!

Savanaclaw Dorm Lounge

Ruggie: Look, Jack's back.

Leona: … Seems like he wants to tell us something about his plans.

Jack: Yes! IT'S ABOUT FILLET STEAKS!

Ruggie/Leona: …What?

Ruggie: What's that? You talkin' about Leona's dinner?

Leona: I don't remember telling you you had to think about our dinner menu.

Jack: Ah… Sorry! I got ahead of myself. The most important thing to scare someone is the direction. Scare them gradually until they let down their guard and then terrify them with a bang! I think that's the best way. You start with a light appetizer like a soup and then bring out the main dish… it's like a course menu!

Leona: Heh, this is much better than your previous plan.

Jack: Please let me be in charge of managing the members who will deliver the finishing blow! That's why… won't you help liven up the place so my final scare will be the most effective?

Ruggie: Shshshs! So our main dish is Jack.

Leona: You have some nerve to ask us to cook up the appetizer. But that's fine, Jack. I'll give you something so the main dish will stand out, so you better use it.

Jack: Leave it to me! I'll scare them with all my might.

Coliseum Special stage

Ruggie: .Our mark this evening… isn't here yet. It seems they're coming outside.

Leona: Hah. Show us what you’ve got. Jack.

Jack: (Calm down and take a deep breath. Just do as you imagined it.)

Jack: … LET'S GO AS THE STEAK!

#twisted wonderland #jack howl #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #deuce spade #trey clover #personal story #translation

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lady-literature · 4 years

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ayy, so ya’ll know that Miraculous/DC crossover I screamed about a while back? I found plot for it.

It is not quite finished yet, but it’s also so much longer than I originally planned on it being. (me: I’ll just write a fun little thing to get this out of my head!

me, 13k words later: oh no)

SO! Here’s a little sneak peak!

(or, find the finished product here!)

***

There is an unspoken rule, kept by any outsider who’s ever set foot in Gotham, that you should only ever visit the city once. Most find that visiting even once was already too much.

The most dangerous city on earth isn’t kind to its residents—much less strangers who don’t know how to watch their pockets or keep off the streets after dark. It’s gotten better, perhaps, in recent years since the Bat started lurking on rooftops, but that doesn’t mean the city is good.

Normal people stay as far from Gotham as they can get.

Marinette, (un)luckily, is far from normal.

***

The touring of Metropolis, New York City, and Gotham had been going well as far as Marinette was concerned, no matter what Chloé says to her about carelessness and naivety.

She’s glad her, Adrien and Chloé all decided to take this summer trip before they started University in the fall. It sucks that it was just the three of them, she wishes more of their friends could’ve tagged along but, alas, it wasn’t meant to be.

Kagami was in the middle of training season and couldn’t come. Luka was touring with his father, learning the tricks of the trade and other things. Nathaniel had already been commissioned to paint a mural downtown before they really finalized dates. Nino was in much the same boat as Nath, just with music and pitch meetings. Felix hated traveling and Alix was doing… something. Time travelling, probably. Or at least spending more time in the burrow.

Marinette was certainly starting to notice the way she’s begun talking about ancient history like she was actually there when she goes on rants now. Felix also probably noticed but Marinette’s also sure that he’s aiding and abetting her in exchange for insider information so…

She’ll probably have to deal with that later, unfortunately. But not today.

Their tour group was going to Amusement Mile later that afternoon, but had been given free roam until then. Marinette decided to spend the time up until lunch at the park near the meetup spot in Gotham Square and Chloé hadn’t complained or vetoed that idea so the trio happily camped out on the grass.

Marinette had returned to her sketch of Lady Gotham in between eating bites of her sandwich. She thinks she much preferred the style of it to New York City’s Lady Liberty. There was just something about the Statue of Justice that inspired her.

She’d been doodling about it since they left the marina yesterday. She also had plenty of pictures of the statue for inspiration later. There’s one she especially likes and thinks she might even print out to put up on her wall at home.

She’s playing with the idea of draping fabrics for formal wear designs like the roman togas both Lady statues seem to wear when a tennis ball rolls up and bumps into her leg. She has only enough time to move her sketchbook out of the way before a large dog bowls into her, tail wagging happily and barking up a storm.

“Oof!”

Adrien’s already halfway up the tree, startled out of his light doze by the barking and Chloé only daintily moved away from Marinette, leaving her to her fate.

Pushing herself back up so she’s not crushed by what feels like one hundred pounds of dog, she comes face to snout with quite possibly the biggest dog she’s ever seen. From there, there was really only one choice of action Marinette could have followed.

“Oh! Well, aren’t you just the prettiest boy?” she tells the dog happily, reaching up to give him scratches. “Such a big boy! You nearly bowled me over, didn’t you?”

If it’s possible, the dog’s tail begins to wag even faster, enough that he accidentally overbalances himself and decides to roll with it, flopping onto his back and letting her rub his stomach. Marinette does so enthusiastically, her baby-talk to the dog devolving into broken not-words and the occasional exclamation of good boy! in both English and French.

The dog was a great dane, and had the softest coat of black fur she’s ever seen. There was a thick red collar around his throat, and Marinette stopped furiously rubbing his belly long enough to look at the silver tag attached to it.

“Titus, huh?” she says to the dog. “Such a strong name for such a distinguished boy, huh?”

“Oh god,” she hears Adrien groan from his spot still up in the tree. When she looks up, she finds him eyeing Titus with distrust, the absolute kitten. “I hope whoever his owner is, they’ve never read Shakespeare.”

Both her and Chloé blink at the strange non sequitur.

“Uh, why? Exactly?”

“Because they have shit taste in his plays if they do! Titus Andronicus is, like, Shakespeare’s worst play.”

Chloé glares up at him. “You’re such a nerd. Now stop being ridiculous and get down from there.”

“But, Chloé! It’s a dog.”

“Adrien Agreste!”

Marinette tunes out the two blondes as they devolve into sibling-like bickering. It’s a skill she’s had to learn and learn quickly with living in such close quarters with the pair for the last few weeks and also being friends with the pair for the past three years.

“Speaking of your owner, I wonder where they are?” She scratches under Titus’ chin thoughtfully. “Should we go look for them?”

Titus' head flops to the side, almost like he’s listening for something, before he’s clambering up onto his feet to tower over her. He’s almost twice as tall as she is sitting, which is just ridiculous. Why is everything in America so big?

Getting to her feet herself, Titus still stands almost as tall as her. She can rest her elbow on his back when she grabs his collar to make sure he doesn’t run off. He leads mostly, pulling her along at a steady trot she has to jog to keep up with.

He truly was such a well behaved dog and certainly lived up to his breed’s reputation as a gentle giant.

Or at least she thought so, until the call of “Titus! Here!” echoes through the park and he goes racing off towards it, dragging Marinette along for the ride no matter how much she tries to slow down.

Titus comes to a skidding stop, and Marinette barely stops herself from falling by keeping her arm around Titus.

“And who are you?”

Looking up, she finds a young man, probably around her age, staring down at her. He does not look happy—but most Gothamites don’t, Marinette’s found. He’s also, despite the almost glare he’s giving her, very attractive.

When she opens her mouth, incoherent French comes tumbling out, much to her embarrassment.

Ah. ‘Not being able to speak coherently to people she finds attractive’, she had wondered where that particular personality trait had been as of late. Even after so many years hanging around people who should be—and are—super models, she still acts like a spaz. Why is she like this?

The man raises an eyebrow at her, looking very unamused.

She tries again. “Ah- Je suis- I mean, I am very sorry. Your dog found me sitting over there with my friends and I figured I should find his owner instead of letting him just wander around and I assume your his owner because if you aren’t this is very embarrassing for me. Not that it wasn’t embarrassing before but, oh, I’m definitely rambling and I’m going to shut up now.”

Pressing her lips together as tightly as humanly possible so her tongue will stop making horrible life decisions, she holds Titus’ bright yellow tennis ball out to his owner.

The man huffs, taking the ball from her hand. “I didn’t ask for your life’s story.”

Marinette blinks and then frowns. Her hand tightens around where she’s still holding onto Titus’ collar and she has to very carefully unclench her hand before she breaks it or something.

“I didn’t give it,” she says through clenched teeth, embarrassment abruptly forgotten. There’s no need for the man to be rude.

He scoffs. “Could’ve fooled me.”

She doesn't really have anything to say to that. Instead, she turns to Titus, who’s sitting like the good boy he is. She very seriously leans down to eye level—she does not have to lean down far—and tells him, “Your owner is an ass. But you are still a very good boy.”

She plants a kiss to his forehead that makes his tail wag, gives him one last scratch behind the ears and walks back towards her friends without looking back at the rude man.

***

Colonel Bug: so I met kagami and felix’s lovechild today

MY HONOR: I would never stoop so low.

the evil twin: I would never stoop so low.

ShutUpTurtleMan: Nettie

dearest

the evil twin: Okay first of all-

ShutUpTurtleMan: sunshine

light of our collective lives and reason I breathe

what the fuCK

YoureUnderAgreste: Kagami, my love, how could you?

The Betrayal™

GottaGoFast: ew

Queen of Salt: ew

sneaky snake: Send pics or it didn’t happen

give me art or give me death: [a photo of the ‘right in front of my salad?’ meme]

Queen of Salt: wait

I was with you all day when did this happen?

was it the owner of the dog that attacked you?

ShutUpTurtleMan: WHAT

Colonel Bug: he didn’t attack me!

chloe stop spreading misinformation!

titus was a sweetheart!

YoureUnderAgreste: incorrect

he was, in fact, a menace

give me art or give me death: wait was Titus the dog or the lovechild

ShutUpTurtleMan: ^^^ ?

Colonel Bug: shut up adrien

all animals are great

stop being elitist

give me art or give me death: okay but seriously what kind of dog was it

the evil twin: why exactly was he our lovechild?

GottaGoFast: because of the dramatic tryst you and Kagami had obviously

keep up

Colonel Bug: because he was as pretty as he was rude actually

And gave me the feeling that he’d rant about his honor and parentage if it given the chance

MY HONOR: you say something once as an unsocialized teen

GottaGoFast: MARI YOU DOG!

ARE GETTING TAIL IN GOTHAM OF ALL PLACES?

Colonel Bug: no alix

did you not read the part about how rude he is

YoureUnderAgreste: i mean,,,,,

Felix is pretty rude and we all still like him

ShutUpTurtleMan: and Chloe

YoureUnderAgreste: oh good point nino

Colonel Bug: i hate it here

i spoke to him for like 2 seconds

Queen of Salt: Okay first of all-

YoureUnderAgreste: so i mean it’s not really a dealbreaker yaknow?

Colonel Bug: this familys a nightmare

i shoulda left you all on the street corner where i found you

YoureUnderAgreste: BUT CHA DINDT

ShutUpTurtleMan: but yA DIDNT

GottaGoFast: BUT CHA DIDNT!!

sneaky snake: but ya didn’t

***

I have every no regrets. stay tuned for more!

#my typewriter #miraculous ladybug #batfam #maribat #daminette #mlb #dc #mlb x dc

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Once In A Lifetime

A/N: Well guys. I guess you can say I fell down a rabbit hole....DEEP down a rabbit hole. And I’m going to blame Walker. LOL I’ve always been a Jensen/Dean girl with Jared/Sam curiosity and after a dream I had a few nights ago, THIS happened. Now the dream was only the first part of this story, meeting them in a restaurant but them, while writing it took on a life of it’s own and I am not sorry in the least.

Summary: During your shift as a waitress as a restaurant in Austin, you are surprised to find two of your favorite celebrities in your section. How will that encounter cause you to have a once in a lifetime experience?

W/C: 11,138 words ( I’m not the least bit sorry)

Y/N: Your Name; Y/E/E: Your employment establishment

Warnings: ogling, fantasies, smut, p in v, fingering, v on v, oral (both giving and receiving), fisting, anal play, cum play, dirty talk, slight breeding kink, squirting, daddy kink, mama kink

"Holy shit," I exclaim before clapping my palm over my mouth as there were three adorable children in the vicinity. "Sorry. My name is Y/N and I'll be your server today," I say as I try to calm down. Jared and Genevieve Padalecki were seated in my zone at Y/E/E. "Can I interest you in some appetizers or some coloring pages and crayons for the kids?"

I can't help but glance around at the five of them. They two boys sporting the longer locks like their dad and the little girl, all dolled up with her light brown hair flowing down over her shoulders. They were three of the six most adorable kids in the world; the other three being the Ackles kids but I had yet to see them in person, only on the computer.

“We will take some buffalo cauliflower bites and some mozzarella cheese sticks with marinara,” the loveliest voice I’d ever heard spoke. I look toward Genevieve to see her smiling at me, her brown eyes sparkling.

“And-” I pause to swallow. “-for drinks?”

“Whatever is on tap for Jared, I’ll take a sweet tea with lemon and the kids will have Sprite,” she tells me, the smile on her face unmoving. ‘God she’s gorgeous,’ I think to myself as I write down the orders. ‘Jared is one lucky son of a bitch.’

I grin as I tell them I will be right back with their drinks and head toward the server area. I throw my pad down on the counter and lean against it, my palms flat against the granite. How the fuck am I going to get through serving them? I have had a crush on Genevieve since I watched Wildfire a few years ago. And then when I caught an episode of Supernatural and got a glimpse of Jared, I was in lust, for both of them.

And now I had to cater to and serve them while being professional and less of a crazy fan. Yea that isn’t going to happen. I know myself too well. I’m going to do or say something that will absolutely humiliate myself in front of the two celebrities I have adored for years.

Thanks to some tactical breathing exercises while waiting on their food and an internal pep talk, I got through serving the Padalecki family and when they asked for the bill I was a bit saddened that their visit was coming to an end. I knew I’d probably never see them again.

As I printed out their receipt I lamented the fact that the one time I met anyone famous it was at work and I couldn’t ask for an autograph or photo with them. I smiled as I gave them the sales slip and walked away.

From my post behind the server’s desk I watched as the five of them got up and walked toward the door. Genevieve looked my way and smiled and waved as they left. I returned the gesture and giggled.

After making sure the coast was clear, I approached their table to collect the payment and take it to the register. What I wasn’t expecting with the cash, was a handwritten note with a phone number on it.

‘Y/N your service was magnificent. Here’s a little tip for you and a bigger one awaits, if you are interested. (xxx)xxx-xxxx. ~Gen’

Did she really expect me to call her? Was this even her real number? What kind of tip is she referring to anyway? I look at the money in my hand to see that they have paid almost $50 more than their bill! What bigger tip than that could it be?!

I waited until my shift was over and I was in the comfort of my own vehicle before I pulled the piece of paper with the number out of my apron.

Opening the text app with shaky fingers, I typed out the response I had thought of all evening.

Hey. Is this Genevieve Padalecki? It's Y/N from Y/E/E. I was your waitress earlier.

Almost immediately my phone pings and I see that whomever I texted had responded.

Hey Y/N. Yes, it's me. Glad to see you found my note.

Yea, I did. What I can't figure out is why you left it. Did I do something wrong?

Oh sweetie no! You were the perfect hostess. Sweet, friendly, easy on the eyes ;)

Whoa, was this married woman flirting with me? This famous married woman who had an attractive, sexy, famous as well husband.

Uh, thanks.

You caught not only my eye but Jare's as well. We'd like to get to know you better. Have you already gotten off? From work, I mean. Ha!

Ok, if that isn't flirting then I don't know what is. That was definitely an innuendo, right?

Yes. I'm sitting in my car.

Wanna come over? The kids are in bed. Us adults can talk without interruptions.

Uh, okay. I'm gonna kinda need your address. I might be a fan but I'm not that kind of fan.

Gen sends me her address, along with the code to get into the gate. I realize they live in the gated community about 45 minutes away.

I look in the rearview and notice my hair is frizzy and half of it has fallen out of the ponytail it was in. I really didn't want to show up on their doorstep looking like a charity case but then again was I going to pass up the opportunity to get to know two of my favorite celebrities?

If you aren't interested we completely understand.

Gen's message breaks me out of my reverie and I look at it, deciding what the hell.

On my way now.

We can't wait to see you again Y/N!

I place my phone in the cupholder and start the car up, still in shock that I'm headed to the personal home of Jared and Genevieve Padalecki.

What universe am I in?!

I get to their house and Genevieve meets me at the door.

"Hey Y/N," she greets me with a smile. "Did you have any trouble getting in the gate?"

"No, it opened right up as soon as I punched in the code."

Gen is dressed down for the evening. Well, as dressed down as I'm sure famous rich people can be. She is wearing velour sweat shorts, probably some name brand designer and her t-shirt has the Family Business Brewery logo and name printed on it.

And here I look like a slob who can't care for herself. I so do not belong here.

"Come on in," Genevieve continues as she opens the door wide. "Jared is in the kitchen making us ladies some drinks."

"Uh, I don't know. I mean, I still have to drive home later."

"Or you could stay," she says as she takes my hand and stands right in front of me. Genevieve is just a couple inches taller than I am so we are practically face to face.

"Oh."

That's all I can say. It is glaringly obvious now what this visit is. And if I said I wasn't down for it I'd be lying!

Gen smiles as she takes her free hand and reaches behind me, pulling the tie from my hair. I feel the weight of it fall to my shoulders.

"That's better," she says then turns and pulls me further into the house.

We get to the kitchen and Jared is standing there, dressed down also in a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt. I can't stop myself as my eyes run down the length of his body.

The t-shirt doesn't do much to hide the breath of his shoulders or the bulk of his pecs, the arms of the fabric stretched tight over his biceps. As my eyes wander lower, I realize that all the rumors I'd heard about the heft and length of his 'conda were not exaggerated as I can definitely see the outline of it behind the silky material of his shorts. But what really draws my attention is the definition of his calf muscles; even relaxed they distend from his legs, the skin taut over them.

"Hey. You made it," his voice brings my attention back to his face. "I'm Jared."

"I know," I say sincerely, internally wincing at how nervous I sound. I smile to hide the uneasiness.

"Yea, I kinda figured that out at Y/E/E by your reaction," he chuckles as he hands a glass to his wife. "Gen wanted a margarita but we have some craft beer in the fridge if that is more your taste. It's really good. Our friends, Jensen and Dee, own a brewery."

"Family Business," I state with a nod. "I've wanted to go check it out but haven't had a chance, yet."

"Well, maybe we can get you a private tour sometime," he tells me with a wink. "Now, name your poison."

I settle for a Cosmic Cowboy, Jared grabs a Grackle for himself and the three of us make our way to the living room.

Their house is magnificent. There are logs, de-barked, as beams across the ceiling and even the staircase is made of the same type of wood. I'd seen it in a family picture on the internet but never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I'd be inside this home to appreciate the beauty of it.

The Padalecki's and I talk for what seems like hours. We all seem to have so much in common. Eventually I had traded the beer for one of Jared's famous margaritas, thanks to Gen's suggestion and before I knew it I was on my third one and not feeling any pain.

A smile was glued to my face and I couldn't stop giggling. I was drinking with Jared and Genevieve Padalecki! Who would have ever thought that.

Jared takes the almost empty glass from my hand and laughs at the pout I give him.

"Ok lush," he says with his own deep giggle. "If you get too drunk we can't talk about what we invited you here for."

In my inebriated state, I say words I never in a million years thought I would ever utter. "You want to fuck me."

Jared looks surprised and glances at Genevieve, which causes me to look at her as I realize what I just said.

Can you go from intoxicated to sober in less than 5 seconds? Because I just did!

"Oh my god!" I exclaim. "I'm so sorry. I have no filter when I've been drinking."

I start to fidget and prepare to be thrown out of their house. I am taken aback when Gen smiles and says, "Yes we do."

There is a trail of clothing from the top of the staircase down the hall to where we are now. My body is being held up against the wall as Jared devours my mouth, Gen's lips on my neck and shoulder.

"You are so fucking sexy," she whispers and I whimper into her husband's mouth. "You caught my eye as soon as we walked into Y/E/E this evening. I knew I wanted you and Jared agreed."

"Let's take this into the bedroom," Jared murmurs against my lips and hoists me up by the back of my thighs, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist.

He carries me into the room with Genevieve following closely behind. He lays me back on the bed and hovers over me, his body pressed tightly to mine. I can feel his erection digging into my lower stomach.

"Jared," Gen calls in a sultry, seductive voice. "Share."

Jared pushes up off of me and Gen steps between my open knees. "Let's get these panties off of you," she says and I notice that she has already removed hers plus her bra and is standing at the edge of the bed in all her naked glory.

To say Genevieve Padalecki was beautiful would be an understatement but her nude? Well it just amped up the sexiness by a bajillion. She has no hair on her pussy, shaved (or waxed) clean. Her tits are perfect handfuls with pretty little rosy pink nipples that are erect and hardened.

She has pulled her soft brown hair up into a makeshift bun and I watch as she reaches forward, her dainty fingers curling into the hem of my plain panties. Thank god I took the time before work to landscape!

She gasps as my equally shaven cunt is exposed as she pulls the garment down my legs and off my feet.

"Such a pretty little pussy huh Jared?"

Jared comes back into my line of vision and he smiles at me before his eyes trail down to look at my bare body.

"So pretty," he says breathlessly as his hands come up and around his wife, his big hands covering her tits. "Bet it tastes so good. You gonna let Gen eat you out Y/N? Let her taste that sweet box."

I nod and he tsks. "Words Y/N. Use your words little kitten."

I swallow audibly and speak. "Yes. I want Gen to eat my pussy."

Gen smiles as she turns her head and kisses Jared passionately. After a few seconds though he pulls away, and pushes her closer to me. "Get to licking, baby while I open you up."

Gen bends down and I feel her hands on the inside of my thighs close to my center. The first touch of her tongue against my folds has me moaning like a porn star. She doesn't even breach my slit, just licks up the middle and then sucks on my outer lips.

She moans and I look to see Jared has disappeared, on his knees behind her eating her out as she does the same to me. I can already feel the coil deep inside constricting. This is the most erotic sexual experience I have ever or will ever have!

When Gen does finally lick me open, she immediately wraps her lips around my clit suckling and flicking the tip with her soft tongue. I feel a finger stroking around my entrance before it enters me.

"Mmmmm," Gen moans and I open my eyes that I didn't even realize were closed. Jared is back in my line of sight, looking down as he notches his cock at her entrance.

He then places his hands on her hips and drives himself forward, burying inside his wife. Gen moans against my skin and I feel that coil tightening. I don't want to cum just yet so I brace against it, holding my release back.

With Jared's deep hard thrusts Gen's body bounces forward pushing her face closer into my pussy. She trades her finger inside me with her tongue and her thumb is rubbing circles around my clit as she licks my fluttering walls.

My orgasm is bearing down and I'm beginning to fear I won't be able to hold it back.

Jared is grunting and groaning behind her, his eyes fixate on his wife's task of fingering me and licking my clit and labia.

There is so much pressure between my legs I have to bite my lip to contain the scream that is begging to be released.

"Holy fuck!" Gen exclaims, pulling my attention to her. "Look babe. I have my whole hand inside her."

Jared's eyes travel to the spot and they widen as they take in the view. "Fuck! That is so goddamned hot."

Gen begins a soft thrust with her arm, twisting her wrist and letting her fingers hit my sweet spot. I see stars as I yell out. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Go on Y/N. Cum all over Gen. She wants it."

I let go and the pressure lessens as I feel my walls constrict and liquid squirts out around Gen's hand.

"God that was hot!" They both exclaim simultaneously and laugh. Gen bends down and begins licking and suckling at my cunt as Jared continues his hard pace.

He slaps her ass twice and then stills, groaning as I'm sure he is shooting his load inside her. Gen places her forehead on my inner thigh, catching her breath as Jared pulls out and looks down with a smile.

"Baby you are leaking so much cum it's dripping on the floor."

When Gen moves out of the way, I get my first look at Jared's massive dick. And when I say massive, I mean massive. Not only is it ginormous in length but the girth is unbelievable. How does he keep something that size hidden so well?

His hand is around the still-hard member and he looks at me as he fists up and down. "You ready?"

"Yes," I tell him confidently although inside I am not.

Gen has left the room, gone into their ensuite to clean up I'm sure. "Should we wait?" I ask hesitantly.

"Nah, she knows I plan to fuck your brains out. She'll rejoin shortly."

“Okay,” I say with a nod and watch as Jared climbs onto the bed, walking on his knees to place himself between my legs. He is still fisting his cock, the mixture of his and his wife’s release lubricating the movement.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks tentatively and I look up at him. He has one palm on the mattress beside my head and is hovering over me, but not touching.

I nod and then with a quirk of his eyebrow I remember his request, to use words. “Yes. Please kiss me Jared.”

Jared leans down and brushes his lips against mine softly but firmly. When his tongue touches the seam of my mouth, I open for him allowing him to lick into me. The kiss quickly becomes deeper, more passionate. My hands automatically reach up and my fingers entwine in the long locks on his head, pulling him closer.

Losing his balance, Jared falls on top of me, his hand that was holding him up, cupping the side of my face as we both get lost in the kiss. I can feel his moist, damp dick on my stomach and it causes me to writhe. God, I so desperately want that monster inside me!

The bed dips with Gen’s return and her hands run over the part of my skin that is visible under Jared’s large form.

“You two look so fucking hot together,” she whispers as she kisses along my neck. “Y/N, you going to let Jared fuck you? Feel that big dick of his filling up that perfect little pussy?”

I can’t answer her because Jared is still kissing me senseless so I whimper and dig my fingers into his scalp. Her words are music to my ears, the assurance and suggestion of what all he is planning to do to me all the encouragement I need. She is okay with me fucking Jared; she is actually urging it. I pull away, opening my eyes to see his hazel ones, lidded and filled with lust.

“Fuck me Jared,” I say and he smiles as he lifts himself and grabs his dick, notching it at my entrance.

“Ready baby?”

I nod and smile before saying, “More than ready.”

The stretch of my walls around his dick is a pleasured pain. It feels so good as he keeps sliding deeper in until it feels as if his tip is going to puncture through my cervix. I look down between us to see that he is to the root inside me and it makes me wetter, if that’s even possible.

Gen pinches my chin between her thumb and fingers and turns my head to look at her. “Y/N, Jared is going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I answer breathlessly.

Gen claims my lips with her own as Jared slowly and torturously pulls out until just the head of his dick is inside me. I feel his hands grip my hips and then he plunges into me in one swift movement. I can’t help but cry into her mouth as he sits the same fast hard pace as he had with her, his dick stretching my pussy and digging in deep.

I pull away from Gen’s mouth to yell. “HOLY SHIT! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!”

“Yea, you like that don’t ya?” Jared pants as he keeps thrusting into my willing body. “You like being impaled on my big dick huh?”

“Yes! Yes! YES!”

Gen reaches between us and uses her fingertip to rub circles on my clit, making that coil deep inside me tighten. I am going to be cumming any minute now, I know it. I can’t hold it back even if I tried.

“You going to let Jared fill you up. Pump you full of his cum until you’re leaking like I was? Yea, you are, aren’t you? You want to feel him throbbing and shooting his load into your womb.”

Her words make my eyes roll into the back of my head and I scream as I feel my climax bearing down. Without any more prompting from either of them, I once again feel that pressure from earlier and before I know it I am squirting out around Jared’s dick, my release splashing against his thighs.

“Fuck!” he exclaims as he ramps up his efforts and suddenly I feel the warmth of his cum and the throb of his length as he empties inside me, his grunts and groans barely heard over the blood pumping through my ears.

Jared claims my mouth again, his cock still buried deep in my pussy as it softens.

I just fucked this man while his wife watched, after having her way with me. Whose life is this?!

My eyes slowly open as I come to consciousness. I am hot, sweaty and uncomfortable and the need to pee is overwhelming. I go to roll over but am met with resistance, from both behind and in front of me. What the hell?

I fully open my eyes and take in the view. That is not my ceiling and this is not my bed. My mattress has never been this soft, even when it was new. I look down and see the ivory sheets and the maroon comforter and it all comes back to me.

I fucked Jared AND Genevieve Padalecki! I am in their bed, in their house snuggled up between them. I had sex with a married couple; not once, not twice but three times they fucked the daylights out of me. And I enjoyed every second of it.

I squirm as I feel something moving inside me, slowly making its way out of my body and sigh when I feel a clump of Jared’s cum slide out and down my ass, landing on the sheet under me. God, he cummed so hard and so much last night, filling both me and Gen up.

And as good as it felt, it tasted even better. Especially out of Gen’s pussy. I had licked it right up as it poured out of her hole and onto my lips and tongue and she reciprocated before we teamed up and took turns swallowing him down, his palms cupping the back of our heads as we knelt in front of him, licking and sucking his cock.

My bladder takes me out of my reminiscence as the urge to piss becomes palpable and I wiggle and shift until I am out from under Jared’s arm and go to crawl over Gen’s sleeping form, unintentionally waking her.

“Hey sweetie. Where are you going?” she asks sleepily and the torpor in her voice is sexy and sensuous.

“I gotta pee,” I tell her and she smiles before lifting her head to kiss me.

“Ok baby. Hurry back.”

I walk into the ensuite and quickly sit on the toilet to do my business, still reeling from the events of last night. How the hell did I end up here? And how am I going to recover from having my dreams come true? How am I supposed to go back to my normal, boring existence after such an experience?

As I finish up and wash my hands, I decide that I’m going to leave while the leaving is good. What if they regret it? What if it wasn’t what they expected? What if I was just a first choice when they decided to have a threesome? Too many what if’s and not enough answers for my taste.

I tiptoe back into their room and grab my panties from the floor, pulling them on when I realize the rest of my clothing is thrown throughout the hallway. Shit! If the kids were up and strolling around the house they would see the waitress from the restaurant in their house half naked.

“Y/N?” Gen’s voice causes me to turn my head to see her up on one elbow looking at me confused. “You’re not leaving, are you?”

“Y-yea. I think that would be best, don’t you?”

“Hell no. Get your perky little ass back in the bed,” she said authoritatively. “And take off those panties. I want to be able to touch you and caress you.”

I do as she says and she scoots closer to her husband as she pats the mattress in front of her. I climb in beside her and she promptly pulls me to her, her hand cupping my sex as she kisses along my ear. She whispers, “I’m never going to get tired of this pretty little pussy,” as she begins drawing circles on my clit and running her fingers down my folds. "Could eat it everyday and never get enough.”

I whimper at her words and she smiles against my skin. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Me eating you out everyday, fucking you with my tongue, my fingers, my fist. Shit, I’m getting wet just thinking about it.”

Her fingers tease my opening before two of them slide inside, curling up to hit that sweet spot. My back arches off the bed as I moan. “Yea, you like that don’t you. You like me fingering you.” She scissors her digits open and closed as we both groan at the slick that has accumulated.

“Cum baby,” she urges. “Come on Mama’s hand.”

My climax comes out of nowhere as Gen sits up, propping her body with her free hand as he other works me furiously through my release. I watch her with bated breath as she removes her hand and licks her fingers clean. “Mmm, tasty.”

When she is done, she leans down and kisses me, her tongue prodding into my open lips, letting me taste the sweetness of my tang on it. I run my fingers through her hair, fisting them.

“Jesus, what a sight to wake up to,” we hear Jared’s groggy voice and pull apart, looking at him. His hazel eyes are sparkling and there is a smug grin on his lips. “I could get used to this.” Gen turns and kisses him just as passionately as we had just kissed and I hear Jared groan, knowing he is tasting the remnants of my release.

Ok, so maybe this wasn’t something they regretted. This was what they both wanted and still want and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want it too. Maybe I had been the first opportunity they’d come across when they decided to have a threesome but I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. I would gladly take whatever they wanted to give.

And from the sounds and sights coming from the bed beside me, I was about to have another out of this world sexual escapade with two of the hottest people on the planet.

I’m sitting in the kitchen at the bar in my panties and a t-shirt Gen gave me drinking a cup of coffee and watching Jared move about the kitchen, cooking eggs and making toast.

A pair of slender arms wrap around me from behind, startling me. “Morning baby,” Gen purrs as she kisses my shoulder.

I tense up afraid of getting caught if one of their kids walk in. “Uh, where’re the kids?”

“It’s Wednesday. They always have a playdate with the Ackles kids on Wednesday,” Gen says as she comes around and sits beside me. “We’re good. Francine took them over and will bring them back this afternoon.”

“Oh. Okay,” I say hesitantly. I’m relieved that I don’t have to worry about being found out but I’m also nervous because the three of us are alone in the house. What exactly did they have planned?

“It’s okay sweetheart,” Jared says as he sits two plates of eggs, toast and jam in front of his wife and myself. “We all need to talk anyway. And the kids do not need to hear what we have to discuss.”

Well, there goes my good feeling down the drain. Now is when they are going to drop the bomb; tell me that it was all fun and games but they’ve satisfied their curiosity and I’m on my own. God, how can I be so dumb. What made me think that two celebrities would want me to stick around?

I push the food around on my plate as I try to come up with a way to take the blow and leave with my head held high.

“Jared Tristan,” Gen admonishes. “Look what you’ve done. You went and made her feel bad. Honey,” she says as she places a hand on mine. “It’s not bad; what we want to talk about. I promise.” She leans over and places a chaste kiss to my lips. “Now eat up so we can get to it. I think you might need your energy if I’m reading this situation correctly.”

I try my best to eat as much of the food as I can with my stomach still in knots and my anxiety level through the roof. Gen clears her plate and then looks at me, silently asking if I’m finished. I nod and clear my throat. “Yes, thank you.”

Jared grabs my hand and pulls me off the stool, dragging me toward the living room once again. Last night, this is the same exact place that they propositioned me and invited me into their bed. Now, here we are again, apparently discussing something new.

I wait with bated breath as Gen makes her way into the room, carrying her and my coffee cups, sitting mine on the table in front of me.

“First off,” she begins as she turns to look at me, one leg under her bottom. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Wh-what?” I ask in shock. Was she actually asking if I enjoyed having sex with them?

“Did you have a good time? With us?”

“Duh,” I answer cringing at my snarkiness. “Yes, I enjoyed it and I had an amazing time. And I understand if this was a one-off; something you wanted out of your systems. I get it. And I promise not to speak a word of it to anyone.”

Jared chuckles and Gen throws her head back, laughing. “Oh honey. I don’t care about that. Hell, scream it from the rooftops for all I care. We want to know if you’d like to continue.”

To say I am floored is an understatement. They are actually asking if I want to keep having sex with them? Have I died and gone to Heaven?

“Really?” I gasp. I never in a million years would have ever thought this was what we needed to discuss.

“Yes, really,” Jared tells me from the armchair. “We understand if it is too much. We, uh-” he pauses to rub the back of his neck and chuckle. “-got a little enthusiastic last night. It’s usually not that acrobatic. But yea, we want to know if you want to keep this going.”

I nod as my brows furrow and I look down at my hands, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of Gen’s shirt. How can I answer without sounding too enthusiastic or overly eager?

“Sweetie?” Gen asks, leaning down to look into my eyes. “Are you okay? Is it too much?”

The worry in her voice is what gets me. Is she actually afraid I am going to turn them down? But I have to know something first.

“Can I ask a question?”

“Sure.”

“Why me? I mean, was I just the first girl you came across once you decided to have a threesome?”

Gen and Jared both chuckle. “No baby,” Gen assures me. “This isn’t our first time doing this. We’ve had threesomes before. We, uh- should we tell her Jare?”

“She’ll find out eventually,” he answers his wife. “Go on.”

“We had a relationship with Jared’s co-star Jensen for a few months. It went really well but then we decided to end it, amicably before we all got married. He was dating Danneel but she was living in LA while he was up in Vancouver with us. And well, we fucked. Not Jare and Jen, they just uh, shared me. Although they did get close to kissing once in a competition to see who could get me off first by eating me out simultaneously.” She ends with a laugh and I look over to see Jared blushing.

“Now, that...that cannot and should not be repeated,” he says, clearing his throat. “We just got too close and our tongues touched that’s all.” He explained my unanswered inquiry.

“So, this isn’t your first time having a threesome with another guy?” I ask. “But is it a first with another girl?”

“Yes,” they both answer resolutely. “You are our first female conquest.” Gen finishes before she laces her fingers with mine. “When I saw you yesterday at Y/E/E, I liked you immediately. Even though I could tell you knew who we were you kept it professional and when I asked Jared what he thought about you, I could tell by the way he looked at you he wanted you. We both did. That’s why I left my number. Figured it’d be safer to leave mine than his in case someone else found the note.”

“It’s in my car,” I smiled at her. “I wasn’t about to throw it away.”

“See, you knew. You might have not realized you knew, but you knew me leaving you my number was a big risk.”

“So?” Jared asks as both Gen and I turn to look at him. “Is this something you can see continuing?”

“Absolutely!” I answer confidently and certain. “I will be the third wheel for you guys.”

“Oh honey, in this relationship, we are all equals,” Gen says as she smoothes her hand over my hair. “Now, let’s talk about the rules.”

The 'rules' as I soon discover aren't really rules at all. Mostly we discuss what kind of things are turn-ons and what are turn-offs.

I find out that Gen loves oral, receiving and giving, whether it be male or female. She requests to be called Mama in the bedroom and is unopposed to anal play.

Jared's turn-ons include oral as well, he loves to maintain dominance over his lovers and inquired as to whether I am opposed to that aspect. I tell him an unwaveringly no. I will submit and comply with his control.

When asked what I prefer, I shrug my shoulders. I'd never given it much thought. Sure, I'd had partners before; I wasn't a virgin by any means but to actually sit and think and come up with stuff I liked and didn't like was new to me.

"Okay," Gen says, aware of my discomfort. "Well, we know you like oral, both giving and receiving it. And you like fucking, we are very well aware of that." She continues with a smile. "Are there any positions you're more fond of than others?"

"Uh, I like doggy style," I say, feeling my cheeks heat up. Good god, I've had sex with these people and I'm getting embarrassed!

"Hey now. None of that," Gen coos. "This is a judgment free zone."

I nod, feeling more confident. "I like it when, uh...when you pulled my hair while I was eating you out. And," I turn to look at Jared. "I liked when you spanked her while fucking into her. That was hot, but not like you know, hard or a lot of smacks but...yea."

He smiles at me and nods. "Good to know kitten."

"Anything else?" Gen presses.

"Uh, nothing I can think of right now. No, but permission to revisit this if I do think of something?"

"Of course sweetie."

"One last thing," Jared announces and I turn to look at him. "Move in with us?"

When the kids come in later with their nanny, they stop in their tracks when they see me sitting on the couch with their parents, platonically of course.

The two older ones, Tom and Shep, recognize me and ask their mom why the lady from the restaurant is here while the little girl, Odette, climbs onto Jared's lap and burrows into his chest, peeking out and glancing at me.

"This is our friend. Her name is Y/N and she's going to be staying with us," Gen eases the information to the boys.

The middle child, Shep, is the first one to speak. "Does she like dinosaurs?"

Gen looks at me with joy and laughter in her eyes. I smile and tell Shep, "Dinosaurs are magnificent! My favorite is the pterodactyl. What's yours?"

The discussion between the boys and I quickly turns to which dinosaur would win if they were all in a battle to which dinosaur could survive if they were to come back alive and be in the world as it is today.

Odette finally warms up and makes her way to my side, telling me that Mommy dinosaurs have to wear makeup while Daddy dinosaurs go to work.

I had been terrified of how the kids would accept the fact that I was going to be living with them but I had nothing to worry about.

Kids are resilient though. They can adapt and adjust to just about anything. The three Padalecki kids have no problem knowing there is a new person living in their home but I also know the real talk is going to come after dinner and after Francine leaves for the evening.

Gen and I work together that night, getting the dinner dishes cleaned off and stacked in the dishwasher. Every so often, Gen would glance around and then pull me into a kiss, keeping it mostly innocent and chaste. The only thing not innocent is when her hands would roam and grab a boob or my ass or one time she ran her hand down my crotch, pressing on my clit.

Once the kitchen is cleared, the two of us join Jared and the kids in their playroom where we decide to tell them what is actually going on.

Tom and Shep were sitting on the floor playing with toy cars, making engine noises while Odette sat on her dad's lap, coloring.

"Guys," Gen speaks, getting the boys' attention. "Can you come over here for a moment. Family meeting."

Tom and Shep get up and walk to the table and stand, looking between the three adults in the room.

"Okay, you know how we have taught you all that honesty is always best? And that lying will only get you into more trouble?"

"Yes ma'am," they say in unison.

"Okay. Well your dad and I are going to be honest with you. Y/N is not only our friend, she is our girlfriend. We like her like we like each other; like Unkie Jensen likes Auntie D. And she likes us.

"You will see us-both of us- hug Y/N and kiss her just like we do each other. If you have a bad dream at night and come to our room she is going to be in bed with us. But we will always, always make room for you. You three are our littlest loves and there isn't anything in this world we wouldn't do for you.

"Also, Y/N is the boss as much as your dad and I are so whatever she says goes. If she tells you it's time for bed you don't try to haggle your way out of it. If she tells you you've had enough candy, you listen. She is the adult, you are not. You understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Okay. Do you have any questions?"

They shake their heads no and Gen smiles as she reaches out to ruffle Shep's hair and then Tom's.

"You can go play for another hour and then it's time for baths and bed."

The boys go back to their spots and continue their game.

"Well that went better than I was expecting," I say with a laugh.

"Our boys are smart," Jared says with an air of pride.

Odette looks up at him with a scoff, which causes both Gen and I to laugh.

"You're smart too lil O," he tells her before placing a kiss on her temple.

When it's time for baths, Tom asks that I help him so I follow him to his room where he picks out a set of pajamas and underwear. We walk down the hall to the bath and he undresses as I begin filling the tub.

"Y/N?" Tom says as he washes his hair.

"Yea?"

"Do you love us?"

"What do you mean?" I ask, trying to keep my voice even. This was not a question I was expecting from a 7 year old.

"Mommy said that you like them like they like each other. And I know mommy and daddy love each other and they love us just like Unkie Jen loves Auntie D and JJ and Arry and Zeppy. So do you love us too?"

I'm not sure how to answer his inquiry. Do I love him and his siblings? Sure, what's not to love about three of the best behaved kids I have ever encountered.

They took their Mom's news in stride, like it was no big deal that both their parents had a girlfriend, like it was normal.

"Yes, Tom. I love you and Shep and lil O. How could I not? You three are awesome," I laugh trying to break the tension. "Plus we can talk about dinosaurs without people giving us weird looks."

"Do you love Mommy and Daddy too?"

Well, there it is. The one question I was hoping to avoid because I didn't have an answer. I don't know the answer.

Do I love Jared and Genevieve? I know I've lusted after them both for years and the three of us have had the most remarkable, memorable sex of my existence, but love? Wasn't it too soon?

"I think it is time to finish your bath before you turn wrinkly like a raisin," I tell him instead.

It is only a few weeks later that those three words are shared between us.

As we are readying for bed, Gen and I doing a skincare routine in front of the bathroom mirror Jared waltz in and lifts the toilet seat, not caring to relieve himself while we are in the room.

After he finishes and he rights himself, he wiggles between us to wash his hands. We both laugh at his antics and while drying his hands he kisses Gen, telling her he loves her and then turns to kiss me.

"I love you too," he whispers against my lips and my eyes widen at his proclamation.

The whole world stills, the Earth quits spinning and the air stops flowing as he presses his lips to mine again.

"Y/N?" Gen calls to me and everything begins moving again. "Are you okay sweetie?"

"Uh." That's the only thing I can utter. Jared just told me he loves me. He just dropped those three precious words like it was nothing.

"Do you not love me? Us?" Jared asks as he pulls away and looks down at me.

My eyes well up with tears and I can't stop my body shaking if I wanted to.

"Yes," I answer with a laugh. "I love you so much!"

Jared wraps me up in a kiss again, deepening it as he bends me backwards. We pull away with smiles.

"I love you. I love you. I love you," I say repeatedly.

"I love you Y/N," Gen proclaims as she pulls me into a hug before kissing me senseless.

That night we don't fuck. The three of us make love to one another, proclaiming our love and devotion to one another over and over until we each find our climaxes together, as one.

On Friday we decide it is time to visit the Family Business Brewery to stock up on some more beer since the supply at home is getting low.

I'm nervous as hell as today I get to meet Jared and Gen's best friends and former lover. Jensen and Daneel and the kids have been away, up in the north visiting family and now they are back and the plan is to hang out at FBB to let the kids play on their playground.

The Ackles know that Jared and Gen have someone they want them to meet but as I find out on the way there, they have no idea just what I am to the Padalecki's. They just think it's a new friend.

As we pull up, the parking lot is half-full with vehicles and people milling about ready to go inside and sample some the craft beer that is brewed onsite.

I look toward the building and immediately can make out Jensen's silhouette. Probably because of the crowd that has amassed around him. Being one of the main characters on the country's hit sci-fi show and part owner of this place drew a bigger crowd to the brewery than the alcohol did apparently.

I notice that over half of the guests have some type of Supernatural paraphernalia, be it a t-shirt, a purse, or just a photo or something they hoped to get autographed.

The crowd finally disperses and Jensen finally makes his way to us, a smile on his face and a beer glass in his hand.

"Hey guys. Glad you could make it. Dee is inside helping Gino run the bar since we are down a person," he explains and then his eyes narrow in on me. "Hello. I'm Jensen."

"Y/N," I say with a nod.

"Jay, this is our girlfriend." Gen tells him and I watch for his reaction. He is one hell of an actor because other than a quick widening of his green eyes, he fixes his face into one of nonchalance.

"So, you're still…..doing that?" he asks lowly before taking a drink of his beer.

"We hadn't for a while," Jared speaks up. "Since you but yea, we now share a girlfriend."

"Nice," Jensen smiles but I can tell it's not a happy-for-you one; it's more forced, more strained.

Daneel finally comes out to join us and Gen introduces me much the same way she announced me to Jensen.

"Oh wow!" Daneel exclaims. "I, uh, didn't know you two were into that sort of thing."

So apparently she had no idea that a few years ago, Jensen had been in my position. Good to know as now I can be more aware of what to say and what to keep to myself.

The day is nice in the grove where the brewery is located. The heat from the sun is abated by the gentle breeze that flows through the trees.

Jared and Jensen, and sometimes Gen get pulled away a few times by excited fans asking for pictures of just to chat, leaving Daneel and I watching the kids.

I can tell she is dying to ask questions so once there is no one close by, I turn to her and tell her. "You can ask."

"Oh thank god! It's been killing me. How does it work? Do you all sleep together? Have sex together?"

I smile at her questions. And with living with the Padalecki's I have come to also believe the truth is better than lying philosophy.

"We love one another and we work together raising the three most amazing kids I've ever met. Well, until now; the Ackles kids are pretty fantastic." I pause to smile at her. "Yes, we share a bed each night. Sometimes I'm in the middle, sometimes Gen. It just depends on who needs the assurance and safety net the most.

"And yes we have sex together. As with the sleeping arrangement, we take turns on who is between the other two. Sometimes Jared fucks Gen while she eats me out and sometimes I eat her out while being whaled on by the big moose."

Daneel throws her hands up and shakes her head. "Okay. Okay. I'm sorry I asked. That was a visual I did not need. And now it's stuck in my head."

She storms off and I can't help but laugh at her reaction. I mean, she asked after all. I just hope I didn't ruin her friendship with my lovers.

Later that night, when I tell Jared and Gen about it they laugh and assure me that it's nothing Daneel won't get over; that she just probably will never ask me anything ever again.

Over the next few months, I learn just how close the Padalecki's and the Ackles' are as we tend to spend every holiday together and attend each other's kid's birthday parties.

Daneel continues to be cordial to me but doesn't inquire any further into my relationship with Gen and Jared.

That may also be because after paparazzi got a photo of Gen and I at the store holding hands and ran with the story that Gen and Jared were obviously on the splits, the three of us sat down to an interview with People magazine and told the world that the Padalecki's marriage and relationship was still going strong and made it known that they were also in a relationship with me.

After that, the buzz of it all settled down and everything went back to semi-normal. There would be some gossip on the internet about us or we'd received unmarked mail containing threats of damnation but, with the help of my girlfriend and boyfriend, I learned to let it all slide.

People would always have their opinions. I just had to get used to them being different than my own. The world wasn't going to stop turning just because I was in a relationship with a married couple.

A year to the day that Jared and Gen had entered my life when they visited Y/E/E found us all in the kitchen; Jared and Gen sitting at the counter while I cooked us an anniversary dinner.

"Can you believe it's been a year?" Gen says as I pull the roasted chicken from the oven. "One year since we decided to go out to eat and run into the most beautiful human we've ever seen."

"A year since you left your number on a piece of paper before we left and waited patiently for her to call," Jared continues. "One whole year of the most magnificent mind-blowing sex of my life!"

"A year since I thought you leaving your number was a prank or a mistake but texted it anyway. A year of….hell, the best year of my existence, " I tell them as I plate up the chicken, pasta and asparagus before turning and placing their plates in front of them.

"I love you both so much."

"We love you equally," Gen says before we set about eating the dinner I cooked.

The kids were staying over at the Ackles' so we had the house to ourselves.

Jared cleared the kitchen after dinner and dessert while Gen and I went up to the bedroom to get ready in our matching lingerie that we purchased special for the occasion.

"Jared is going to flip when he sees us," Gen says as she comes up behind me in the mirror. "Fuck, are we lucky. Sweetie you are absolutely gorgeous. I can't wait to pull this off of you," she says kisses my shoulder, grazing her teeth across my skin. "With my teeth."

I shudder at the thought and reach back tangling my hand in her hair, kissing her passionately.

"Same goes for you darling," I tell her as we hear Jared coming up the stairs.

Gen and I rush to get on the bed, laying back in nothing but lace and silk waiting for Jared to enter the bedroom.

"Fuck. Me!" he exclaims as he walks in and sees us. "God damn, baby girls, you're going to give this ole man a heart attack," he says, removing his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans.

As we both promised, we put a show on for Jared; disrobing one another with nothing but our teeth and lips.

Gen finally squirts after I bury my face in her sweet cunt, licking all around with my fingers knuckle deep inside her. Her breathing is labored as I pull away, leaving my fingers wiggling inside and turn my head to kiss Jared.

He groans as the tang of her juices mixed with my taste floods his mouth and I begin fingering Gen again, feeling her walls fluttering and quivering around them.

"You like that Mama?" I ask as I pull away from my boyfriend. "You want more? I can recreate our first night."

"Fuck yes!" Gen screams. "Fist me baby."

I curl my fingers down and work my closed fist into her sopping wet pussy easily, twisting my wrist as she writhes above me. I lean down and suck her clit between my lips, flicking the nub with my tongue.

"Shit! I'm going to cum again," she pants and I take my fingers and press against her sweet spot. Her thighs clamp around my head as she climaxes.

Jared walks around behind me and I feel the swath of his tongue lick from my clit to my entrance and up to my ass. It isn't the first time he's ate me like that and it is erotic and obscene and I love it.

When Jared's tip notches at my opening, I wiggle my hips and he slaps his palm down on my asscheek. I moan as I lay my forehead against Gen's leg. Jared spanks me once more before he slams into me, burying his whole length in one thrust.

"Oh fuck! Yes!" I yell out as he begins a pounding pace. His hands gripping my hips tight enough to leave bruises.

Gen finally recuperates enough to join in, kissing me senseless and whispering not-so-sweet nothings in my ear.

"Jared is fucking you real good ain't he? You're taking all that cock. You gonna let him put a baby in you? Yea you are, aren't ya? Get all big and round with a Padalecki growing in you. You want that? You want Jared to cum deep inside and impregnate you?"

"Uh huh," is all I can muster as Jared keeps pounding into me from behind, his balls bouncing up to slap my clit.

"Jared, put a baby in our baby girl. Fill her little pussy up."

"Yes Daddy. Please," I say, finally getting my voice. "Please daddy put your baby in me."

"Oh god. Yea, I can do that. I can definitely do that."

"Mama?" I call out to Gen who lays down to meet my eyes. "Are you sure? This is what you want?"

"Yes baby. I want to watch you grow our baby inside you. I love you sweet girl. And I know you'll be the best mom, you already are to Tom, Shep and O."

She smiles before capturing my lips with hers, wrapping her hand in my hair and tugging, making me whimper and whine.

Jared stills behind me as I feel his dick throbbing and spurting, filling me with his cum and hopefully getting me pregnant. It seems to go on and on before he finally slumps and pulls out of me, only to prod his softened dick back inside and thrusts, making sure the release goes where it needs.

If we made a baby together tonight or not, I know these two beautiful people, my lovers, will be here with me through the celebration or if need be, the act of trying until we succeed.

Six weeks later, I find myself peeing on a stick. I haven't told anyone but my period is about 8 days late and I've always been regular.

I wait for the timer to go off on my phone, staring at the test laying facedown on the sink. Am I pregnant? Am I just late? But then if that's the case, why am I late?

The device dings and I hesitantly reach for the test, turning it over to find out the result.

As I walk down the stairs, I hear my family in the front room laughing and just being goofy, none of them aware of what I hold in my hand. The small thin piece of plastic that is going to change everything.

I stand at the doorway and just watch the five of them. I love them all so much and am grateful that they are now a part of my life. The kids accepted me and made me feel welcomed and loved from the very beginning and now they sometimes call me Mommy Y/N. It warms my soul when they utter those words.

Jared and Genevieve. I never thought I could find a love like I have with them. It is an all-consuming love. They are so kind, caring and generous. The three of us are in love and we are about to bring another life into the mix.

“Hey guys,” I call out getting their attention. Shep runs and wraps his arms around my waist and lays his head on my stomach, like he knows his new little brother or sister is growing inside me. But that can’t be, I haven’t said a word to anyone much less the kids.

I ruffle his hair and he looks up at me with a smile. “Why don’t you go sit on the sofa with your parents?” I request. “I have something to tell you all.”

“We’re having a baby,” I announce, not wanting to drag this out. I am happy, ecstatic even and I am hoping, ok I’m pretty sure this news will be accepted with joy.

“What?” Gen exclaims, a smile blossoming on her face. “Really?”

“Yea,” I answer as I hold up the pregnancy test with the two bold blue lines. “I’m pregnant.”

Gen gently lifts O off her lap and jumps up, rushing to hug me and pulling me into a kiss. We’ve never hidden our relationship from the kids so to see their Mom and I kissing is no big deal to them.

When she pulls away, Gen looks at me with tears in her eyes. "We're having a baby?"

"Yea we are," I tell her, my own tears making themselves known.

Suddenly Jared is pulling us both into his chest, his long strong arms holding us close.

"Where's the baby?" O asks as she looks around and in the floor. "I wann' see it."

We laugh as we break apart, going to join them on the sofa.

I pull O onto my lap while Gen holds Shep and Tom is propped on his Dad's knee.

"The baby isn't born yet," I explain to my daughter. "He or she has to get big enough before it can come live with us. Right now, it's just a tiny little bean."

"I wann' see it," she repeats and I chuckle as I maneuver her around to straddle my thighs. I lift my shirt, exposing my stomach and take her hand to place under my belly button. "The baby is in here, nice and warm and growing.”

Lil O’s eyebrows fuse together as she stares at the place her hand is and then she says, “Can I play with her when she gets here?”

I laugh and hear Gen and Jared chuckle.

“Of course you can sweetie,” I tell her. “But maybe not when she first gets here, she’ll be itty bitty.”

“She?” Jared says and I look at him. He practically has stars in his eyes with glee.

“Well O called it a she so I just ran with it. Who knows, it could be a boy,” I say with a shrug.

“I want a tyrannasaurus,” Shep declares.

“Geez buddy,” I laugh as I look down at him. “You want me to explode? The baby is in my belly and you want it to be a dinosaur?”

“No, I wasn’t thinking about that,” Shep says, his voice remorseful.

“Hey Sheppy? It’s okay. I was just joking with you.”

“Okay,” he says as he reaches over and puts his hand on my stomach beside his sister’s.

Before I know it I have three little palms against my skin, along with a slightly bigger one and a huge one over top of all of them; my family silently welcoming and loving on the new addition.

By the time Tom’s birthday comes around, I am huge! Gen had warned me that Padalecki’s were big babies but this is outrageous. I can't see my feet at all and need help to get out of bed every morning. This little one is making my life miserable but I know in the end, it will all be worth it.

We had decided against finding out the gender, mainly because I was still leery about how correct those results could be. So the five of us have begun referring to the bump as Baby P. And right now Baby P was kicking my kidneys and punching my liver.

I still have almost a month before my due date of April 11 and it seems as if time is slowing down. Every day is a hurdle to get through, with being 8 months pregnant and still trying to help out around the house and do my chores, though both Gen and Jared have fussed at me for doing too much. But I’m pregnant, not disabled.

We’ve planned a barbeque party for Tom’s birthday and invited most of his friends from school, plus the Ackles and the Morgan’s and a few others from Jared’s time on the show. Both sets of grandparents are going to be here also, so it would definitely be a full house.

I am upstairs in the bedroom, trying to slide my sandals on but having trouble since I can’t see anything. Jared walks in while I huff and try again, only to push the shoe farther away.

“Hey baby,” he says gently. “Let me help you.”

“This is ridiculous,” I whine as he lifts my leg and slides the leather onto my foot. “I can’t do anything but waddle around, running into things and just getting in the way. I’m an annoyance to everyone. Maybe I should just stay up here.”

“You hush that right now,” he admonishes me, standing up to tower over me. “You do not annoy anyone. You do not get in the way at all. You are pregnant, carrying my baby. You’re beautiful, baby girl. I love watching you, knowing that’s my child inside you; a life we created out of our love.” He tugs a stray hair behind my ear and tilts my chin up. “I love you. Gen loves you. Tom, Shep and O love you. We all love you and we love this baby. So get over yourself and get that cute little ass downstairs to celebrate our son’s birthday.”

“Cute and little is not how I would refer to my ass,” I retort with a smile. “I look like a Kardashian.”

“Mmhmm,” Jared mumbles as he leans down to kiss me. “More to spank.”

I chuckle as I tiptoe to kiss him and then turn to head downstairs to join my family and greet our guests.

The party is in full swing as most of the adults sit in lounge chairs, talking and catching up while Jared and Jensen man the grill and the ladies are in the kitchen gathering up the condiments and sides.

I have been commanded to stay in my seat and ask for anything I need. Jared went as far as to tell me if he saw me on my feet, he would spank me in front of everyone. And as much as I love him spanking me, that was something that no one else needed to see so I kept my promise, only asking that he give me a bottle of water for my stay.

Everyone seems to be having a good time; the kids are enjoying the gigantic bounce house that we rented and sat up in the backyard, the adults congregate on the patio talking and laughing and waiting for food.

I look around with a blissful heart at the family and friends I have acquired since becoming Jared and Gen’s lover. No one seems to bat an eye anymore about our relationship and took it at face value and that made me very happy. Sure, there were a few things still being said on the internet but those people don’t matter to me. What matters to me is the ones here today, celebrating our son’s birthday.

A pain shoots through my body but as soon as it appears, it disappears so I think nothing of it and go back to watching Tom, Shep, JJ, and a few of their friends from school run around the yard playing tag. It’s a good day.

That good day turns when later that evening while the ones of us that are still lounging around, mostly family, my water breaks. Gerald and Sherri, Jared’s parents, stay at the house with the kids as Gen, Jared and I rush to the hospital.

In the early morning hours of March 18, we welcome Delaney Grace Padalecki, a whopping 9 pound 12 ounce baby girl.

I thought I knew what love was, what love is but until I looked into my daughter’s eyes, I had had no idea.

Love is infinite. Love is encompassing. Love is the glue that cements us all together. And I have found that with Gen and Jared and their-our-kids and now with Delaney. There is no way my life could be any richer. A once in a lifetime encounter gave me love and a family.

THE END

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