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Ah yes spooky season is officially here. God I love kinktober 🧡🖤😫
All The Better To Eat You With
Kinktober 2022 - Day 1: Predator/Prey with Doctor Stephen Strange
Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!
Summary: After seeing you wearing the Cloak Of Levitation, Stephen wants to play Little Red Riding Hood and Big Bad Wolf.
Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - roleplay, dirty talk, swearing, pet names, rough sex, biting, oral sex, spanking, hair pulling, creampie, vaginal sex, costume kink, innocence kink
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It started as a joke. It was around Halloween and you were trying to figure out a costume. You were joking that if he just let you borrow the Cloak Of Levitation you could be Little Red Riding Hood. The Cloak flew onto your shoulders happily and you posed as you batted your eyelashes animatedly. Well now he couldn't stop thinking about it. Now he couldn't stop thinking about you, all innocent and sweet, with him as the Big Bad Wolf. 
So he bought you a little present. A short skimpy red and white checkered dress with a matching red cloak. He also found the red spike heels and pair of white thigh high stockings you wore with your naughty nurse outfit. He then laid it all out on the bed with a note and waited for you to find it. The only thing he wrote on the note was "Are you afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?"
He had purposely made sure to explicitly tell you, several times, what time that night he would be back from Kamar-Taj. He knew there was no way you wouldn't find the outfit and the note. He could only hope you would want to play along. He also may have dropped a couple hints the night before about having a new roleplay idea for you two to try out. Opting only for a sly "you'll see" when you asked him what the idea was. 
When he got back that night most of the lights in the Sanctum were out except for a few smaller ones here and there. It was also a little too quiet. He dismissed the Cloak Of Levitation from around his shoulders to go do whatever it was that it did as he began to look for you. The shadows and general darkness of the Sanctum made him feel like he would already be sneaking up on you. His heart starting to beat just a little faster in anticipation.
Turning the light on and walking into your shared bedroom he saw you were nowhere to be found. Looking to the adjoining bathroom he saw the door open and the light off. Clearly you weren't there either. He looked back at the bed and noticed the sexy little costume he had picked out for you was missing as well. 
Just then he heard the click of your heels echoing from the hall as you walked towards the bedroom door. A wicked smile crossed his face when he realized he had walked into his own trap. He waited to turn around until he heard you address him. Your voice was purposely low and timid.
"Excuse me sir, can you help me? I was walking through the woods and I seem to have gotten terribly lost. I'm all alone and frightened."
He slowly turned to face the threshold, letting his gaze fall to the hardwood floor as he did. Slowly pulling his eyes up to rake over every inch of your form still slightly silhouetted in the shadowy hallway and your face hidden under the hood of the cloak. All except for your cherry red lips that is. A growl already forming in his chest and fighting the urge to pounce already. It was clear you wanted to drag this out and he was perfectly okay with that.
His eyes darkened and he stood up a little straighter as he started to fall into the role of predator. His wicked smile suddenly changed to a warm one and he extended one hand towards you without moving from the spot he was standing in, beckoning you farther into the room. 
"Of course I can help you. Come in out of the dark sweet girl. Come closer. I won't bite."
You shyly clasped your hands in front of you and walked towards him. Keeping your gaze cast down until you were in front of him. He reached out and lowered the hood on your cloak to reveal your face to him. Not groaning in desire took more effort than he thought it would. Seeing you look up at him through thick black lashes and pouty red lips. The low pigtails you wore tied up with checkered bows that matched the dress were the details that nearly broke his resolve. 
He let his fingers tug lightly on the end of your pigtails creating a faux little scared jump and gasp from you. He took a step even closer to you making the height difference between you as noticeable as possible. Tilting his face down toward yours, inhaling your scent deeply through his nose. Afterwards he took a step back and clasped his hands behind his back as he started to circle around you. His steps were slow and deliberate.
"Well well, what is a pretty little thing like you doing out here all alone? You know  all sorts of big bad creatures lurk about in the woods, just dreaming of getting their teeth into a delicious little morsel… like you."
He paced around you one full circle. Punctuating the very last part of his statement by placing a finger under your chin and tilting your face up to his. Leaning in close enough that you could feel his breath against your lips. He then continued stalking around you. Finally coming to stand directly behind you. Standing close to your back but making sure not to touch you.
"I was trying to find my way to my grandmother's house, but I must have gotten turned around. I'm so glad I found you to help me. I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank you." 
He chuckled darkly in your ear as he drug the back of one hand up your arm. He was just close enough you could feel the edge of the short flouncy skirt you wore rub against the bulge he was now sporting. He let the hand that moved up your arm loop around to pull at the bow holding your cloak on. Untying it and letting it fall to the floor in one swift motion. 
"Why what big hands you have." 
He pushed one shoulder of your dress off before responding. 
"All the better to touch you with my dear." 
His hands found your hair again and he pulled. Turning your head to the side to face him.
"My what big eyes you have." 
He made a show of lasciviously peeking down the front of your dress at the swell of your breasts on display. 
"All the better to see you with my dear."
He moved to start kissing and nipping lightly at your neck. Subtly signaling you what to say next. 
"My what big teeth you have."
Stephen bit into the flesh of your neck hard enough to leave a nice dark mark before gently lapping at the same spot to soothe it. Placing several long kisses sucking at the same spot. Making sure it would bruise. You had a feeling you would be covered in marks before the night was out. He let his hands come to rest on your hips as he answered.
"All the better to eat you with my dear." 
Suddenly he jerked your body back by your hips and held your body firmly against him. His hips pressing forward extra hard. His erection straining against his pants now tightly pressed to you so you could feel it. He growled in your ear as he let his hips rut against you a few times. 
You tried to put on an extra air of innocence and surprise as you said your next, and what you knew would be the final, of your observations.  
"My what a big cock you have!"
His fingers gripped into your hips even tighter as he started manhandling you so you were stumbling towards the bed while making sure he didn't actually let you fall in the process. He stopped at the edge of the bed and wrapped his arms around you. One hand wrapped tightly around your stomach, the other moving to grope and grab at one breast. He had started attacking your neck and shoulder again. Taking a few moments to indulge his hunger before you could feel him smile against your skin. Letting his arms relax he pulled back.
"All the better to fuck you with my dear." 
He roughly pushed you down face first on the bed taking you by surprise. Before you could react he had flipped up the skirt of your skimpy costume and sunk his teeth into the flesh of your ass cheek. You yelped in response and then had to cover your mouth to not break character with a loud laugh in response. 
"Maybe you aren't such an innocent little thing after all. Sweet good girls aren't supposed to like getting bitten by the Big Bad Wolf. Makes me wonder what else you'd like me to do."
He climbed on top of you and pressed his weight down to hold you flat against the mattress. His lips flat against your ear as he seemed to taunt you about your body's response to him. Your hips trying to arch and push your ass up into him. Encouraging him to keep going.
He lifted his weight up just long enough to bring his hand down firm against your other ass cheek. Using the same hand he rolled you underneath him to lay you on your back before pinning you down again. His hands on either side of your face as he captured you in a hungry kiss. All teeth and tongue as he devoured you. Leaving marks all over your neck and chest. 
"Want me to eat you little girl? I'm going to pretty girl whether you want it or not. I'm going to devour and ruin every fucking inch of you." 
He pulled the top of the dress down under your breasts and started biting at them too. His large hands grabbing at them and pinching at your nipples with his nimble fingers. Your back arching hard as you moaned loudly beneath him. He growled in response, an animal smile staring down at you. You were both practically panting. 
He crawled down your body and started pushing the fluffy skirt of your costume up around your waist. Exposing the tiny white lace g-string you wore underneath. He licked his lips as he ran his hands down over your hips and onto your sex. Letting the pads of his fingers explore the soft delicate lace, trailing them down over the crotch of your panties. 
"So pretty, so delicate. Just like you." 
His hands slid out onto your inner thighs and he shoved them open, pinning your legs to the bed. Lowering his upper body and making a show of inhaling your scent. Sticking his tongue out and licking over you through the fabric of your panties. Stephen was loving every second of this. Indulging all of his senses in your body. Letting his animal urges take over like never before.
He started to pull at the lace fabric with his teeth, being careful to avoid biting the sensitive treasure that lay beneath them. The treasure he wanted to desperately get to. Managing to grab the fabric between his teeth and start pulling it away from your pussy. Dragging your panties down your legs. Stopping once he had gotten them lowered to your knees. Moving to tear them to shreds to get them off your body completely. Lowering his face back to eye level with your pussy again once he was done. 
"Just as I thought. Definitely not an innocent little girl lost in the woods. Good girls don't get all wet like this for the Big Bad Wolf."
A growl came from deep in his chest as he began licking at you. One long lick up your wet slit with his tongue flattened and wide, covering every bit of your cunt that he could in one single torturous slow motion. Then he went to town licking and sucking at you ferociously, like he was starved. He was now pulling high pitched squeals from you with every move he made.
You were getting so loud you moved to cover your mouth for fear you would end up with America knocking at the door. You could feel Stephen's piercing blue eyes looking at you from between your legs. He pulled his mouth off of your pussy just long enough to scold you for hiding your noises. His fingers coming up to stroke at your already swollen labia as he did.
"I don't think so little girl, don't cover that pretty little mouth. I want to hear you scream. I made sure there's no one nearby to rescue you or interrupt my fun. If I see you trying to stay quiet again I'm gonna stuff that sweet mouth full of my cock." 
He then bit the inside of one thigh as he slid two fingers into your pussy and started thrusting them hard and fast. The squelching of your arousal driving Stephen to latch his mouth back over your clit as his fingers started curling upward against your sweet spot. Immediately he felt your cunt starting to squeeze and flutter at his motions. He had you hurtling towards a screaming orgasm. Your back arching off the bed. 
A final growl from your lover sending a vibration through your sex that made the muscles of your entire lower half tremble uncontrollably. A new flood of slick coating Stephen's fingers and face as his movements continue without ceasing. Pulling every second from your orgasm as he could. His name falling from your lips over and over in broken cries and gasps. 
As soon as you had stopped shaking, before you could process what was happening or that Stephen had moved from between your legs and was now kneeling on the bed with his pants undone, he flipped you over onto your stomach and pulled your hips up so your ass was in the air. He held onto your hip with one hand and grabbed both your pigtails in the other, yanking your head up to look at the reflection of the two of you in the mirror across the bedroom. 
You looked completely debauched. Mascara running and dark tinted tears staining your cheeks, lipstick smeared. Your bare breasts pressed into the bedspread and your bare ass visible in the air over the top of your head. Your sweet fluffy red and white dress now a crumpled mess at your waist. The white lacy bands of your thigh highs framing Stephen's body kneeling behind you. He smiled and taunted you through the reflection as the tip of his cock slid through your sensitive folds.
"Look at that. Look at how pretty my little slut looks. All sweet and ruined by me, but I know you want more don't you? You know I want more. Be a good little slut and beg me for it, and you better make it good." 
He pulled your hair a little bit harder and slapped your ass with his other hand before even giving you any time to beg, making you moan and making your pussy clench. Your voice came out desperate and pleading when you began to answer. Almost ashamed at how needy you sounded.
"Please fuck me. Please please please. Need it so bad. Need your big cock sir. Need you to fuck my tight little pussy with your big cock. Fuck me hard and fill me up please."
Without looking away from your reflection he let his hips push forward just a little as he held your body in place, pressing just the head of his cock inside you. Giving you just enough to tease you. Repeating the motion a couple more times before stopping and staying still with just the tip of his cock inside.
"Is this what you want? You want my cock? Good little girls don't want to get fucked by a big scary stranger's cock. I just felt that hungry little pussy of yours squeeze me tight. This isn't a good girl's pussy, this is a slutty pussy. You know what kind of girls have slutty pussys? Let me hear you say it. Tell me what you really are, just for me." 
You were a moaning mess trapped playing his game. You didn't care. You wiggled and writhed trying to move your hips anyway you could. Trying desperately to get more of him. You couldn't take much more teasing from him. You needed him inside you.
"I'm a little slut, just for you. Your little slut Stephen. Your little whore. Please fuck me like the little slut I am. Please, sir." 
He tutted at your begging and shook his head. Letting his free hand drag up your thigh raking his nails against your skin before gripping back onto your hip again.
"Such a desperate little thing."
Without any further warning he pulled your hips back roughly and slid his cock all the way inside you. He set a quick harsh pace using your own movement as leverage to make his own thrusts deeper, pounding into you. A squeak pulled from you everytime he bottomed out and his balls slapped against your clit. The bedframe rocking under the force.
Your senses were in full overload by the time Stephen started speeding up. Growls and moans falling from his lips as his eyes dropped to watch him bury himself inside your cunt. Seeing your tight hole cling to his thick cock each time he pulled back. Little praises falling even though he knew you were far too gone to hear them.
"Such a perfect cunt. So tight and wet. You take my cock so fucking well. Love this little pussy so much, swear I could spend all day fucking you and you'd love it. My little cock slut loves to be filled. I'm getting close, baby."
He let go of your hair and brought both hands to your hips, your upper body falling down onto the mattress. You looked at the mirror to see Stephen completely lost in the moment. A light sheen of sweat covering his sculpted chest. His head dropped back and his eyes squeezed shut, his teeth gritting together as he chased his orgasm. You had just enough mental presence left to know just what it would take to push him over the edge, knowing the feeling of him cumming would take you with him.
"Fuck yes daddy, give it to me. Fill me up! Cum in my little pussy. Not just your cock slut, I'm your little cum slut too. Need you to fill my slutty pussy with cum. Please, please, please!"
A renewed vigor in Stephen's eyes as he slammed into you harder and harder with every thrust. Even after your face fell down flat into the mattress you could tell the moment right before he filled you, his cock swelling even more before you felt it start to pulse and spurt inside you. The sensation of his thick warm cum filling you making your cunt spasm in response. Your body trying to milk every last drop of cum from him. 
Both of you whined and groaned as your bodies pulled every bit of pleasure from the other until your nerves were on fire. His upper body collapsed down onto you as you huffed and puffed. He mindlessly started placing kisses on the back of your neck and whispering little gasps of overstimulation whenever your pussy would flutter around his now softening cock. Eventually you both fell onto your sides still holding each other tight.
With a wave of his hand, Stephen made both your costume and the rest of his robes disappear before maneuvering you both to lay comfortably on the bed. Covering you both up just enough to stay warm. You both lay there catching your breath and coming back down from your highs. Stephen surveyed all the marks he left on you. Nothing too bad but there were a lot of them, he made a mental note to ask if you wanted him to heal any of them or at the very least get you some arnica gel for them. In the meantime he would just lay there with you until one of you felt the urge, or regained the ability, to get up.
Suddenly you started giggling, only to dissolve into full on laughter after a moment. Stephen pulled back to look at you. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was very clearly confused as to why you were laughing so hard. Finally you calmed yourself enough to talk.
"I can't believe you bit my ass!" 
"Well I was the Big Bad Wolf, & you are a very delectable little treat, sweetheart. If you want I can go get you some ice for your ass if I bit it too hard?... Okay, that's a sentence I didn't think I would ever say." 
You both dissolved into laughter at that. You waved off the idea of the ice, it wasn't that bad. It had just been a hell of a surprise. He did feel a little proud as he surveyed the rest of the marks he had left. Knowing that you would only let him mark you like that. That it meant you were his. He started lovingly rubbing over the spot he bit trying to soothe away any soreness as you both started to settle in. Falling asleep with his hand still resting over the bruise that was forming on your ass.
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The next day you hadn't thought to cover up all the bruises and bites for your fairytale inspired romp. Usually you didn't worry about sporting all sorts of hickeys and love bites. At least not where they were easily visible. So needless to say when you brushed your hair back and America caught sight of a successive line of purple bruises down the side of your neck her shock took you by surprise. 
"What the hell happened to you?! You look like you got attacked." 
Suddenly realizing what she had seen, what you had forgotten to cover, you had to scramble for an excuse. You and Stephen were practically her parents. So you couldn't exactly tell her the truth, you didn't want to scar her for life, but you didn't exactly want to lie to her either. Especially with Stephen and Wong in earshot. You would never hear the end of it. So you did what you thought anyone in your position would do. You answered half into your coffee cup while hoping she wouldn't ask anymore questions.
"It's umm… a wolf bit me."
From the other room where Stephen was, where you knew he was listening, you heard the clattering of things being dropped. You were gonna be in trouble for that little comment later, but oh it was gonna be such a fun punishment. Of course you both had to survive Wong before that. 
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If your requests are open. Could we see a Dr. Strange tracking your fertility cycle? Maybe some breeding kink? If not that’s okay. Thank you!
Man On A Mission
Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!
Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader
Summary: Once Stephen Strange set his mind to something he was going to get it done. Why should getting you pregnant be any different?
Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - heavy breeding kink, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, language, very romantic cheesy mushy Strange too
I felt odd finishing this after SCOTUS dismantled Roe. I want to make it very clear in this story pregnancy was a choice they both made together. Neither the government, nor a partner, should regulate a woman's body & force her to carry a pregnancy she does not want.
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You had discussed it, after everything that had happened, you both decided that you wanted a family. You wanted a child together if you could have one. You didn't want to get obsessed though, so you had decided to leave it to chance. If it happened it happened.  If not, you two always had America.
Well you had decided to leave it to chance. Stephen had different plans. He was going to make sure it happened. He was going to make sure he got you pregnant as soon as he possible could. The idea of you carrying his baby triggered an irrational need in him. He needed to breed you. The thought of it alone could get him hard. 
There was something so erotic about everyone seeing your swollen belly & knowing he had fucked you full as many times as it took to get you that way. That he had filled you with his cum until you were leaking. That you craved to feel him cum inside you. No, that your body had begged for his cum, & your pussy had milked his cock dry over & over.
So he started tracking your cycle to figure out when you were most fertile, when you were ovulating. It took a couple months to pin it down. To get the dates just right. Between using an app on his phone & the marking you always put in your day planner when you started your period he was able to pinpoint the dates before long. 
He had studied up on what positions would aid in conception too. Both missionary & doggy style could let him cum in you as deep as possible, the deeper he came in you the closer his sperm was to your cervix. He also knew that if you came around the same time he did your body would naturally pull his cum in deeper. 
So when he got the little notification on his phone that you would start your ovulation cycle the next day he got straight to work. He wanted everything to be perfect. He planned to spend as much time balls deep in you filling you up as many times as he physically could. 
First thing was to get everyone else out of the Sanctum. Wong was easy enough. He knew that look on Strange's face & he had no desire to walk in on you 2 mid-romp again. He confirmed he would stay at Kamar-Taj until he was told it was safe. 
America he just downright bribed. Peter he threatened. Both of them could occupy themselves doing teenager stuff or bothering the other Avengers. He knew for a fact that Sam "New Cap" Wilson was in town, & Peter had taken a shine to Bucky. Unfortunately Bucky didn't have the same shine but he appreciated the attempts by the spiderling to get him up to date on pop culture. 
With the Sanctum cleared out he needed to prep your bedroom next. He wanted to turn it into a virtual oasis. He found the softest sheets & fluffiest blankets. Candles & soft lights, your favorite flowers. He went the whole 9 yards. Massage oils & flavoured treats to rub on & lick off each other. Lots of pillows all over the room. He knew if your hips were elevated with a pillow it was supposed to help conception too.  
Even the dinner he prepared, well he ordered & someone else prepared, was full of aphrodisiac foods. The evening would be completed with chocolate covered strawberries, whipped cream, almonds, & of course a little bubbly. 
He was sure of it. Tonight was the night he was gonna get you knocked up. So he wanted it to be special. He wanted to make sure he wooed you & bred you in one suave date night. That would hopefully turn into a date weekend of him pumping load after load into you. Just to be sure.
Needless to say you were shocked when you got home. You knew something was up, he never went this over the top even when you first started dating & he was trying to impress you. He tried his best to stay coy about his motive. Saying he just wanted to treat the woman he loved to a special night. 
It wasn't until you had made it to the bedroom that you figured out the real reason for all the romance. You went to the bathroom to slip into the new lingerie he had picked out, it was a sheer red babydoll that feel just below your ass & matched the color of his cloak. He did have good taste & knew your body so well the fit was perfect. 
As you were changing you remembered the ovulation test kit you had bought together on a whim after you first discussed having a baby. Sure enough it said you were in your fertile window. You couldn't help but chuckle at how slick Stephen thought he was. 
You emerged from the bathroom trying to look as innocent as possible hiding the test behind your back. You bit your bottom lip as you walked towards him with any extra sway in your hips, his pupils now blown wide in lust. He had already stripped down to his underwear & you could tell by the way the fabric was starting to strain that he was already half hard. 
Just by the sight of your breasts through the sheer cups he could tell he had nailed the timing. Your breasts were slightly swollen & your nipples flushed slightly darker, both signs you were ovulating. He groaned as you got closer, already imagining how you would look swollen with his child. 
As he laid him down on the bed & crawled up to straddle him you managed to keep the test concealed in your hand. He was too busy focusing on other things. You gave him one more chance to tell you on his own why he really did all this.
"Seriously Stephen, why did you do all this? You know I was already gonna fuck you anyway." You both laughed as you exchanged kisses. You loved teasing each other & you both had the same sarcastic sense of humor. 
"Is it so wrong I just wanted to spoil you a bit? Show you how special you are." 
It was a very sweet sentiment, & you did love when Stephen bared the sensitive side of his personality, but you also knew it was partly bullshit. Time to call him on it. 
You started pressing his down his neck, mixing in little licks & bites as you moved to his ear. His hands were massaging your ass & slowly grinding your hips against his hardening cock. You sucked on his earlobe for a moment, then pulled your lips away just enough to whisper in his ear. 
"Are you sure it doesn't have anything to do with me being fertile? With you wanting me to make you a daddy?"
As you finished your question you blew on his ear & ellicted a loud moan. His hips thrusting up of their own volition, pretty much answering for him. You sat up straight & kept rolling your hips against his. The friction of him hard against your clit was too good to stop.
"Ah ha, I knew there was something. Well then you will be pleased to know that I remembered we had this." 
You pulled the small plastic stick up & held it in front of you. He recognized it immediately, & he quirked up an eyebrow waiting to hear whether you were ovulating. 
Several weeks later you were having what you referred to as your "family breakfast". It consisted of all the members of you odd little adopted family who made the Sanctum their home in one way or another. It was you & Stephen, Wong, America, Peter, & even the Cloak of Levitation. Sometimes Shawn & Katie would join too, or Ned & M.J.  
You smiled down at him, "Well Doctor Strange, you have some work to do tonight then. I don't want to leave this bed until you've gotten me pregnant Doctor."
He quickly & flipped you over onto your back, positioning himself on top of you with your legs around his waist. He grabbed the test from your hand & threw it over his shoulder before leaning down to focus his attention on your neck & chest. Biting & kissing at it as he kneaded the soft flesh of your side with his other hand.
In between deep passionate kisses he smiled against your lips & said, "well sweetheart, good thing that was already my plan." 
His tongue tangled with yours as your bodies started to move in sync with each other. Your hands running up & down his arms & his back as he teased & tickled your breasts with his tongue & fingers over the lingerie you wore. Eventually sliding the straps down & off of your arms. 
He let the scruff of his goatee scratch across your nipples before taking his time with each one. His tongue lapping & the swirling around them as he felt them perk up. He stopped to blow on one of them, making you gasp in return. 
Sliding your hand down to cup his bulge he ground down into your hand & growled. You stroked him through the fabric of his underwear a few times before dipping your hand under the waistband & letting your fingers tease at the warm flesh of his cock. Running one of your fingers up one of the thick prominent veins on his shaft. You could feel yourself getting wetter as you thought about him inside you. 
He suddenly pulled your hand off of him & pinned it on the pillow over your head. He brought his face close to yours & you could feel pieces of his thick dark brown hair tickling your forehead.
"Wanna know one of the ways I can tell you're fertile right now darling? Because I can smell you are in heat. I can smell how wet you are, how bad you want my cock. I know you are practically dripping through those panties already." 
He reached down & pulled your panties to the side & ran his middle finger up your slit feeling the arousal that had collected for him. He brought his hand back up & showed you the slick glistening on his fingertip. Practically purring when he took the finger into his mouth & sucked it clean.
"Your pussy tastes even sweeter when you're fertile too. As much as I want to bury my face in your pretty pussy & make you cum on my tongue tonight you only get to cum on my cock. You are gonna be my good girl & let me fill your pussy up over & over to knock you up aren't you?"
You whimpered & shook your head yes as you spread your legs wider underneath him. You wanted him inside you so badly. You started to pout when he simply chuffed at you. You noticed his voice had gone gravely when he spoke next & you knew he was just as desperate for you.
"Uh uh, I wanna hear you say it sweetheart. I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. What do you want me to make you?"
"Want you to fuck me Stephen, knock me up. Want you to fuck a baby into me. Make me a mommy. Swear I'll be your good girl. Need you Stephen. So bad."
"That's my good girl. Now hold still." 
He sat up on his knees & grabbed another pillow from across the bed. He had you lift your hips, you thought to take off your panties but he stopped you before you could lower them & placed the pillow under your hips instead. He snapped the elastic of your panties back into place before taking off his underwear. 
He held his hand to you for you lick & then took his long thick cock in his hand. He knelt between your legs stroking himself a few times as he readjusted your panties so they were pushed to the side. He admired your soaked cunt in silence for a few seconds.
God he was a beautiful man. Lean but well muscled. The fact that he was a genius & a little superhero made him the whole package. Plus he had an amazing package, & he knew how to use it.
He started rubbing the head of his cock through your pussy lips paying extra attention to tap at your clit whenever he would slide himself back upward. Studying the way you tried to move your hips just right to let his head slip inside you. 
"There's one more thing baby, okay? The panties stay on for a bit, because I know you wanna stay nice & full in between rounds right? To help make sure you get pregnant. Just in case that pretty pussy starts leaking it will stay covered in my cum."
He positioned himself at your entrance & slowly pushed his cock inside you. The stretch felt so good as he set a slow steady pace. Thrusting a little deeper each time he pushed forward. You both moaned the first time he bottomed out. Instead of thrusting again he stopped & let you grind against him from underneath, finding the perfect angle so his pelvic bone rubbed against your clit. 
Once you had found the right spot you gave him a little squeeze to move again. He started slowly, fucking you deeply & tenderly as he placed his forehead on yours. Your arms looped around his shoulders & you held him tight. 
You stared into his ocean blue eyes as he whispered to you, "fuck! I love you so much." He lowered his lips to yours & kissed you with such devotion it took your breath away. When his lips finally broke from yours you moved just enough to whisper, "I love you too", back to him.
Then a particularly deep thrust pulled a pornographic moan from you & you felt a new gush of arousal flood you. The sensation spurring him to start fucking you harder. When he started thrusting hard & fast enough he could hear the squelching of your wet cunt around him. Something snapped in his mind at the sound. 
He remembered he was fucking you with the purpose of getting you pregnant. He dropped his head into the crook of your neck & his hips started slamming down into yours. An animalistic growl coming from him each time you mewled in pleasure. He still made sure to keep the extra roll forward in his thrusts to make sure you got the stimulation you needed to cum too. 
He could feel you getting close. Your walls starting to pulse & clench at him every few thrusts. He pulled back onto his knees & pulled your legs up onto his shoulders before leaning forward & folding you in 2. Positioning you so your pelvis tilted back & he could get his cock even deeper. 
You both started lavishing filthy praise on the other. Encouraging each other.
"Oh fuck! Stephen right there. Don't fucking stop!"
"Don't worry sweetheart I'm not stopping until you're knocked up remember? Can't wait for everyone to see your pregnant belly & know I did that." 
His possessive side sometimes took over in bed & you always liked to tease that particular nerve when it did.
"Want everyone to know you fucked me full Stephen? Tell everyone you're the daddy. Tell them that you just couldn't stop fucking me until you bred me?"
That phrase sent him absolutely wild. He was on a hairpin trigger ready to cum & he knew you were too. He reached between your bodies to flick lightly at your clit. 
"Fuck! Say that again baby. Fuck, beg for it!"
"Yeah you want to breed me Stephen? Fucking breed me. Fucking breed me daddy!" 
As you felt him fill you up the sensation of his cum shooting deep into you sent you over the edge. Your cunt clenching & pulsing as he shot rope after rope inside you. 
Eventually you both came down & you started combing your fingers through his hair as you lazily kissed each. He released your legs so they could sit more comfortably around his waist, but he kept himself positioned inside you & on top of you. 
"You know I think I'll just stay like this until we're ready to go again. Just in case. Make sure I keep everything inside you."
You eventually lost track of how many times he fucked you that weekend. By the time you realized Wong, America, & Peter had returned to the Sanctum you were having a hard time walking & Stephen was smiling so big you thought his face would break. 
Now you just had to wait, & maybe keep trying. Even if you weren't ovulating it was awful fun practice, especially with a partner you loved so much who loved you more than anything in return.
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It was the one time of week everyone made a conscious effort to have a normal meal all together. No magic, other than the Cloak, & no superhero stuff. Just normal conversation & silliness. It was a mental respite for everyone.
The 5 of you had all gathered in the kitchen. Wong was finishing the cooking with America's help. Peter was animatedly telling a story to Stephen, & the Cloak was draped around Stephen's neck in the form of a scarf. 
You stood at the counter observing everyone & honestly getting a little misty eyed. They were a bunch of weirdos, but they were your weirdos & you loved them all so much. In the moment your overwhelming emotion didn't seem odd to you until America saw you wipe at your eyes & asked if you were okay. 
You assured her that you were fine. There was just something in your eye or maybe your allergies were making your eyes water.
After a moment you realized America was still eyeing you, & everyone else had gotten a little more quiet. You turned back to her with a confused look? 
"Okay, what's up? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Oh no it's nothing. You just look really pretty today. Did you start using a new foundation or something? You look all glowy." 
You shot Stephen a sidelong glance out of the corner of your eye & before you could register what was happening he had already grabbed your hand & started pulling you out of the room behind him. The echo of the 2 of you laughing carried on as you both ran up the stairs to your bathroom. 
The 3 people left in the kitchen all had small grins on their faces. Already looking forward to having a new member to add to their weird little family. They all moved to sit around the table making sure to leave spots for you & Stephen, even though they knew they probably wouldn't see you for a while if the test was positive. 
They knew it was when the Cloak of Levitation came flying through making excited little swirls & flutters in the air before landing in one of the empty spaces at the table. Stephen had kicked it out of your bedroom so you two could celebrate alone.
America cleared her throat & held out her hand across the table looking at the 2 men expectantly. Both Wong & Peter pulled out $20 bills handing them over to the girl somewhat grudgingly. 
As she went to put the money in her pocket with a satisfied grin on her face she paused & asked, "Wanna go double or nothing on the due date?"
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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
He is surprisingly tender after sex. Having been alone in his wasteland of a universe he has been deprived of human contact & of touch. He wants you to love & need him as much as he loves & needs you. He wants you to want to stay in his collapsing universe with him. So he kisses you all over & nuzzles into you. Whispering sweet praises & declarations of devotion into your hair or your skin, slightly unhinged as they may be. He takes care of you & works to soothe any aches or pains you may have from the rough way he fucked you. You drift off to sleep with him holding you close & telling you that he will never let you go, you will be his until the moment the universe crumbles to nothingness. Whether you want to be or not, & heaven help anyone who tries to interfere.
B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
You love his eyes, the same thing you loved about every Stephen you had met. His eyes spoke volumes even when he only verbally spoke a few. All of his emotions & moods could be seen in the way his eyes changed if you knew what to look for. When you first met this Stephen, Sinister Strange, his eyes were dull & cold. As you began to care for him & your relationship grew, a warm sparkle returned. The Arctic blue oceans you saw thawed & turned to a bright Caribbean blue that you knew well. 
He loves all of you, but he may have an extra little soft spot for your hands. He cannot describe how his heart skips a beat when your fingers touch his skin. How he felt the first time you touched his cheek. He feels safe when he is in your hands. He loves all the angelic & sinful ways you touch him, & he can't remember how he survived so long without them. He knows he wouldn't be able to live without your touch now if he were to lose it.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
Yes. Anywhere & everywhere as many times as he can manage. He lives to claim your body. Marking you with his cum both inside & out. His mood & possessiveness determine whether he cums inside you, on you, or both. When he is feeling his most possessive he will cum on your stomach or tits & then work to rub it all over your body. Wanting to cover every inch he can with his seed. Not that anyone ever stumbles into his world, but if they do he wants it to be known that you unquestioningly belong to him. Sometimes he will make you keep as many loads inside of you as possible, just so you can feel him dripping out of you throughout the day. Even randomly wanting you to show him & prove some of it is still there. If it's not he's going to have to fill you all over again. He loves to cum on your face, watching it drip down onto your chest. With one hand tightly gripping your hair so you have no choice but to take it. He makes you beg for it, because just knows that deep down you want it, no you need it. You need to feel him mark you. To be a debauced little cumslut desperate for him. Only for him. 
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Before he brought you here, to his universe, he would spend hours on end watching you. He would watch you do mundane things like read or watch TV. He would watch you when you were with your friends & make sure no harm came to you. He would watch you with your Stephen, seething at the man every time he even so much as held your hand. His favorite thing to watch were your most intimate & private moments. He tried to memorize the pathway each drop of water would take down your body when you were in the shower. How you would always apply body lotion in the same order, from bottom to top, although he liked watching you work in thick body butters more since they took longer. Massaging it into both legs, first right then left, before smoothing it over your hips & breasts. Finally your arms, finding it cute you always went left first than right in a complete opposition to your legs. The pinnacle was when he would watch you touch yourself, laid back & spread out on your bed totally bare. He could practically feel the way you drug your fingers over your body, barely even making contact, dragging his own hands over himself pretending it was you. Your moans & gasps actually for him. By the time he could hear the way your fingers slid in & out of your dripping cunt he would be on the verge of cumming, but he always made himself wait until he saw you cum wanting to climax with you even though you had no idea he was watching.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He has experience from before get a hold of the Darkhold & causing the incursion in his universe. He had his own Christine before, & many of the same romantic & sexual experiences as your Stephen. However he has been obsessed with you since the first time he saw you, forgetting the idea of possibly being with anyone else, & since the incursion he has been alone. So when he finally gets his hands on your body he is ravenous. He employs every trick he has to pleasure you, & may have even scoured the library for anything else of use he could find. He is determined to be the best lover you have ever had. Especially since he will be your last lover too.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
He loves seeing your bare body twisted into all sorts of positions, but he has a particular soft spot for positions where he can hold as much of your body as close as possible. Whether your back is pressed to his chest or your foreheads are pressed together he wants to feel every inch of your skin against his. So he can kiss, & lick, & bite at your neck or your shoulder while he is stuffing you full of his cock. He wants to be able to whisper in your ear, to tell you to beg for your release, as his fingers start to brush between you against your clit. To feel your small delicate frame under his larger one, pressed tight into the mattress as his hip slam into yours from behind using every bit of energy he has to try to communicate how much he needs you.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
The man is not goofy ever, & most definitely not goofy during sex. If he is ever humorous it is a dark humor. In general he is intense. He lost his sense of lightheartedness a long time ago. While his hard edges do soften with you, & in time maybe his more intimidating ways will begin to dissolve, he will always be a cold dark version of the Stephen you originally knew. That Stephen could be ornery, sarcastic, goofy on occasion, & even playful. All of those emotions are foreign to this Stephen.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Considering both the hair on his head & his goatee are a bit disheveled & unkempt I think it's a safe bet to say it's probably a bit wild down there. When the universe is collapsing & you spend most of your time obsessing over finding a way to be with your lost love, trimming & styling isn't much of a priority. Not to mention that he is literally the only one there until he steals you away. So he's basically au naturale. 
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
It's a very different kind of intimacy. He's very intense & his emotion runs deep. He is obsessed with you in every definition of the term. Deep down even he isn't sure where his love for you ends & his obsession for you begins. He does know that he will put everything on the line for you & he will go to great lengths to prove his love to you. He will make romantic gestures, still the suave Doctor Strange under his more sinister exterior. Bouquets of bright flowers appearing randomly around the Sanctum for no reason. Preparing elaborate meals for the 2 of you. He was a big fan of lighting absurd amounts of candles around the room before having his way with you if he was feeling a little extra dramatic. 
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Now that you are with him, & the fact that there isn't a lot else to do in a universe on the edge of self destruction, he uses any & all sexual energy with you. He has his fantasies in the flesh right in front of him. Before he managed to steal you away from your universe, he would masturbate while watching you. Imagining his own hands were yours. Imagining how you would look on your knees for him. How good your tongue would feel licking up the pre-cum from his sensitive dripping tip before dragging it up & down his shaft. Moaning at the taste of him in your mouth. The ways you would beg him to fuck you. When he would watch you in the shower or when you touched yourself he would think about how it would feel when he finally got to fuck your pretty little pussy. How tight, warm, & wet you would be as he stretched your perfect hole. He knew his hand couldn't ever begin to compare to how your cunt would feel wrapped around him, but until he could have you in his bed it would suffice with his imagination.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
He has a huge breeding kink. He loves claiming you & marking you. What better way of claiming you is there than getting you pregnant & having you give birth to his children? He also knows that if you bear his children you will have no choice but to stay there with him. He wants to keep you pregnant & watch your belly swell with his offspring. Always wanting you full with a piece of him. So anyone who dares come into his universe, his domain, will know right away that you are his. His perfect little wife & mother to his babies. He knows you will be such a good mommy. He can’t wait to watch you care for them & nurse them, perhaps he’s even fantasized about you wanting to take care of him & nourish him with your milk too. It would be a truly intimate gesture shared between the two of you. Letting him have you in a way no one else had or would ever have you. If you were ever to beg him to put a baby in you he might lose the little bit of sanity he has left, he wouldn't stop until he fulfilled your wish. Everytime he comes inside you he watches it start to leak out of your pussy & makes a little wish for his seed to take root. He isn’t worried though. If it doesn’t happen right away he knows he can always use a spell to make sure it does. You will be a mommy in no time, & he can't wait to be a daddy.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Given that his universe is fracturing & disintegrating there aren't a whole lot of places for him to have his way with you other than the Sanctum. He can keep the building somewhat protected with his magic, so he knows you will be safe there. Inside those walls, or what remains of them, he has fucked you on every surface he can. He does have 2 favorite places though. The 1st being the bed you share together. When he is with you in that bed he can pretend everything is normal, & the universe is as it was before the incursion. He can let go of the guilt, the anger, & the obsession. He can just be a man in the arms of the love of his life, he can be happy. He also loves taking you on the floor of the library. He would occasionally surprise you by filling the room with candles & spend hours ravishing you. Here he could let his presence overwhelm you, let his passion for you swallow you up whole. The lengths he went to to find you visible, written in the damaged walls & the debris cluttered floor. It was just you & him with nothing, not even bedsheets, to come between you there. 
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
His motivation is you, pure & simple. You were his motivation for everything. Your smile, your touch, your voice, your kiss it all inspired him & drove him wild. A simple touch of your hand on his neck was enough to send his mind reeling with thoughts of making you claw at his hair while he devoured you. A single kiss could quickly turn into a heated make out session. He wanted you all the time, & he has no problem letting you know that. Luckily that is the one upside of residing in a universe partly destroyed by an incursion, there was never anyone else around to interrupt him when he decided he needed to fuck you for hours on end.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Even the possible suggestion or mention of you ever being with anyone else sends him spiraling. He rages at the thought of someone else touching, kissing, or fucking you. So once you belong to him he would never even consider a threesome, swinging, or watching you with someone else. You really should be glad he didn't rip your original Stephen limb from limb simply because he had the audacity to touch what was never his in the first place. He also doesn't want to really hurt you. He may tie you up & get pretty rough with you sometimes, he loves leaving marks & love bites on you, but he would always stop what he was doing if you were really in pain or upset. He wants you to love him, not fear or hate him.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He loves both giving & receiving. He can't remember anything that felt better than your lips or tongue on his cock, or anything prettier than you on your knees between his legs smiling up at him. He craves the taste of you though. He would die a happy man if he died with his face buried in your pussy. He will wake you up in the middle of the night because he just needed the taste of you on his tongue. Needed to feel you cum on his fingers & against his lips. He loved the days where he could smell & taste you all day long, your nectar still clinging to his facial hair. Sometimes he could cum just from eating you out. He'd randomly grab you wherever you were & pull you down to the floor, frustration on his face if you didn't interpret his intent fast enough & position yourself over his face. It would end only when you unable to stand back up & your voice was hoarse from how loud you were moaning his name.
P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Can be fast or slow depending on his mood, but it's never going to be soft. That word is just not in his vocabulary. It always feels like he's trying to fuck his way into your soul. He's always got to be as deep as he can because he felt so empty for so long & now all he wants to feel is you. He isn't always rough, but he's always intense. If he is feeling rough it's all about marking you as his. Biting & leaving all sorts of marks on your skin. Rough always equals fast, but fast does not always equal rough. Sometimes fast is out of neediness. That he just has to have you & it has to be now. If he is trying to give you every bit of pleasure he can he will always go slower. Dragging out every thrust & kiss.
Quickies do not exist in this man's universe. If he is going to fuck you he is going to take his sweet time with you, wringing every ounce of pleasure from you he can. Even when he tries to be quick about it his lust overwhelms his intentions & one short round turns into 2 or 3 instead. On the rare occasion you can lure him into a supposed quickie as soon as he leaves you he comes back for more. Grabbing you up into his arms & saying that he has spent far too long without you already.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Well he did basically destroy his own universe so he could have you. So risk is a very relative term now in his world. He has no problem trying new things sexually with you. He wants to keep you happy & he figures one way he can do that is to find every way to make you orgasm that he can. Any position you want. Any surface in the Sanctum you want. One risk he won't take is to let you venture very far outside of the Sanctum even with him at your side. It is far too dangerous. Not only because of the incursion, but because he would be less capable of protecting you if any outsiders came to hurt you or try to take you from him. You are far too valuable to him to risk, but he will risk everything for you.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
He can, & will, gladly spend hours with his cock buried inside you pulling deliciously dirty noises from you. Your whimpers & moans were the most beautiful music he had ever heard. His aim was always to make you cum as many times as he could before losing his control & letting himself cum. His  meditation & magic helped him last as long as possible. Some nights he would even call on small amounts of dark energy to help him fuck you until you couldn't speak, needing to prove his devotion to your pleasure. 
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He hates the idea of anything other than him bringing you pleasure, but he can see the value in employing the use of a vibrator or even a dildo to play with you. You are only allowed to play with them with him though, never by yourself. Even you aren't allowed to play with his pussy without him being there to enjoy it. He has 2 favorite times to use the vibrator on you. The first being mid-fuck right as you are getting close to cumming. He'll slide the vibe down between your bodies letting it massage your clit while he keeps thrusting into you. The buzz he felt in his own shaft was stimulating for him as well, but watching & feeling you shudder & convulse around him made the small device worth it. The other time he loved using it was when he was eating you out & particularly hungry for you. A few surprise vibrations on your clit or along your pretty pink pussy lips would make your juices drip in excess. All the more for him to lick up & enjoy. The dildo he got you was a magically created exact copy of his cock. This he liked watching you use on yourself, to show him how much you wanted him & how you wanted him to fuck you that time. He would sit at the foot of the bed & watch how your pussy would stretch & needily grip the toy. His cock starting to ache when he would hear the squelch of the dildo sliding in & out of your hole. Teasing you to make you beg for him. "That toy fills you so well doesn't it, kitten? Still don't think it stretches you open quite as much as my cock does. Show me how much you want the real thing. Fuck your little pussy like a good slut & then you can have my cock. Here my love, why don't you suck on me while you fuck yourself with that toy? Get me all wet & ready for you."
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He loved to tease you. Specifically he loved to make you beg. You couldn't be too upset at being in his universe with him or missing your Stephen too badly if you were constantly begging him to either fuck you, let you him, or for him to cum. That seemed like perfectly sound logic. So he would edge you & tease you right up to the point of crying. If he was eating you out he would be latched tight sucking on your clit letting you nearly him before he would pull away & start lightly licking at it or pull his mouth off of you completely. He would chuckle darkly as he ran 2 finger tips up & down around your entrance & over your lips, pressing down slightly to feel how tightly he managed to engage the muscles in your pelvic floor. If he was ready to fuck you, he would drag the head of his cock up & down your slit until he heard you whine, then he would start to thrust just enough to give you the tiniest stretch. Not letting his cock go any deeper until he could feel your hips start to buck against him trying to pull him in. If he was feeling nice, that's when he would start really thrusting. If he wasn't he wouldn't thrust farther in until you literally begged in words. Usually something along the lines of "please Stephen, I need your cock. Give me your cock. Please, please fuck me", was what he was looking for.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He's somewhere in the middle. He is rarely silent, but he's not one to bellow orders or dirty talk non-stop. He makes lots of little groans & growls, more animalistic than pornographic sounding, but he can say the dirtiest things in a tone of voice that could make a nun sin. His voice is like velvet in your ears. A low vibration pulling at his vocal cords when he gets really turned on. He loves giving you praise & watching you keen at being told you're a good girl. He also loves to tell you exactly who you belong to & call you degrading things. The swing from being called a good girl only to be told you're his filthy little cock loving whore leaving your brain, & any restraint you may have had left, melted beyond recognition. They are all done in a surprising loving tone, almost a sing-song hypnotizing rhythm. 
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Can get really subby on rare occasions, when his memories & dreams of other variants get to him. One night you woke up to him trying to snuggle into your chest as close as he possibly could. His shoulders were shaking slightly & his breath came in soft little puffs against you. You just thought he was dreaming about something. After a moment you felt a wet sensation & you realized his noises were actually small sobs he was trying to keep silent. You knew not to say anything about it, but knew he needed you to comfort him. You wrapped your arms even tighter around him & started running 1 hand up & down his back. Pressing kisses into his hair. After a moment you ask him what he needs. He whispers "just need you. Need to feel you.", into your chest as his fingers grip into your skin & roll you onto your back. You just lay there & hold him tight on top of you, before long you look your legs around his waist & hook you ankles to hold onto him like a Koala. Thanks to his insistence that you both sleep naked, so he doesn't have anything in his way to get to you, you realize he meant he needs you in more ways than one. His hips start rutting against yours, taking any bit of friction from your body against his cock as he can get. Soon he has to be inside you, whining against your chest until he finds just the right angle that allows the head of his cock to slip inside your now soaked pussy. Stretching you completely in 1 thrust. He ruts into you in short shallow thrusts barely pulling at all before trying to slam himself farther inside. He finally loses all control as you're cooing in his ear about him taking what he needs & that you're there to take care of him. The last thing you expected when you knew he was close to cumming was to hear him sob "fuck mommy!" You knew it was something the 2 of you wouldn't mention in the light of day but you made a mental note of this side of him & whispered to him "I'm right here baby. Cum for me baby. Cum for mommy"
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Longer than average, just like your Stephen, but he is also thicker. You would have thought his cock would be the same, especially since other than the third eye (which really freaked you out the 1st time it opened during sex) they pretty much look the same. At first you thought he just felt thicker because of how rough he was, but the 1st time he fucks you slower you realize just how much more he stretches you. Stephen's length has always been perfect, the ridge at the base of his head grazing perfectly over your sweet spot when he thrust in & angled up. Now with the extra girth of his cock he doesn't even need to angle his hips in a particular direction, you can feel every ridge & vein along his shaft regardless. You can actually feel his entire cock throb when he cums inside of you, & half the time that is what throws you into another orgasm too.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
When he first got you there you basically only did 3 things sleep, eat, & fuck. He was absolutely insatiable. He had been alone just dreaming of when he could finally have you for so long & he had a lot of stress to relieve. After a little while, your relationship with him begins to move beyond more than just carnal passion. You learn more about him. What makes him different from the other Stephen, & what they have in common. He still craves your touch & would cause another incursion without hesitation to keep you by his side, but now you find yourself craving him. Not because he's Stephen, & you love your Stephen, but because you love him too. It's a good long while before he lets you go more than about 12 hours without having him between your legs in one way or the other.
He would prefer it if he didn’t have to sleep at all. How could he guard over you if he was asleep? He spent so long without you he doesn’t want to miss even a moment now that he has you. Even before he found you he was plagued with insomnia. Evident in the dark heavy circles under his eyes. Both the weight of the incursion, his actions causing the destruction of his own universe, & his longing for you clawing at his mind. It was part of what drove him to madness. Seeing you completely at ease with him & your sudden new life when you were asleep made his heart flutter & a warmth spread through his limbs. Soon you would be that happy when you were awake too. 
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warnings. | smut, vaginal sex, rough sex, Daddy kink, public sex (in a forest/on a patio), degradation, praise, pet name usage (pet), dom/sub, creampie kink, light spanking, size kink/difference (steve is ~6’6+ and beefy), mentions of female masturbation (showerhead), and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
pairing. | Nomad!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Reader.
author’s note. | @americasass81 convinced me!! don’t forget to enjoy and reblog! MINORS DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED! @nsfwlibrary my taglist.
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all i want is for people to care about me as much as nick, schmidt, coach, and winston care about jess
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Me: *sees photo of Stephen Strange looking like an absolute fox*
Me: *sigh*…Jesus, it’s me again.
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Dr. Stephen Strange
***Just a heads up, I didn't proofread this before posting. So I will be going back & correcting errors. Don't worry & sorry bout that***
Charector as depicted in my mini-series "Friends, Just Friends".
Includes both before & after Part 2 - “The Confession”.
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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Before it was minimal. Cleaning each other up & checking in about what had just happened. Maybe holding one another but not in an overly romantic way. You usually always spent the night after you fucked, but you also occasionally did that on nights you didn't fuck & both just wanted company. You usually fell into easy conversation after sex, lots of laughing at stupid jokes or stupid things other people had done. Maybe watching TV or a movie &/or snacking on something. It wasn't a hump & dump, but it wasn't exactly romantic. It was comfortable & easy.
Afterwards the biggest change was the want to hold onto each other after sex. You still had your conversations, but now they were had while you were either spooning or laying face to face playing with each others hair or running your hands up & down arms or sides. You also both preferred to stay naked now. The feeling of skin on skin making you feel closer.
B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
In Stephen's eyes your smile could literally light up a room. When you smiled you smiled with your whole being. You could be the literal sunshing breaking through the storm clouds in Stephen's mind when you smiled at him, because of him. He also loved your tits. Whether it was looking at them, touching them, licking them, or just burying his face in them he didn't care. His day was always infinitely better if he could start or end it with his focus on your tits. He loved how soft your skin was under his lips & fingers. How he could feel your breath hitch at the slightest brush over your nipples. You could get so sensitive seemingly out of nowhere. He also discovered how much he enjoyed seeing you wear jewelry he had given you, specifically necklaces that dipped between your breasts. Your body decorated in a marking from him, much more elegant than a bruise & meant to be worn out where visible. Your chest marked for all to see.
You loved Stephen's grey patches of hair at his temples. You had always had a thing for silver foxes & it just suited Stephen so well. If your hands were in his hair that is always where they were. You also had always loved his eyes & the way they would literally sparkle, especially when he was feeling mischievous. He tried to keep his face stoic most of the time, but his eyes always gave away his true emotion if you knew what to look for. Since the accident you also developed a fierce love for Stephen's hands. Partly you thought it was to show him that his scars were not something to hide or be ashamed of. It was also because his hands had turned him into such a vastly different person. A man who was so much deeper. A man who rebuilt himself from his rock bottom only to emerge better & greater for having been there. If it weren't for those hands, the ones that were scarred & shaky, neither of you would have realized the love of your life was right in front of you all along.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
Two words: inside you. He loves cumming in you how you will beg for it as he pounds into you. He loves feeling his warm cum filling you as climaxes, occasionally the feeling of it will even trigger your own orgasm. He loves seeing his cum leaking out of your pussy afterward, feeling pride that you trust him enough to let him mark your body in such an intimate way. You both knew each others histories so well by the time you started fooling around that condoms had never really been used. He knew you were on birth control so that wssn't a worry, except for the rare occasion you missed a pill. When he heard you swear at yourselfunder your breath as you looked at the blister pack something snapped in his brain & what he wanted more than anything in the entire world was to fill you until you were dripping, only for him to stuff it back in & fuck it farther into you with his fingers. That triggered thoughts of him locking the two of you away somewhere with the intent of not leaving until you were pregnant. Stephen has 100% developed a breeding kink because of how much he loves to cum in your pussy.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He kinda wants you to call him daddy. He has never brought up the name to you, feeling like it might weird you out a bit. A consistent among all of the Avengers was parental issues, absences, or deaths & you were no exception. So he wanted to tread carefully in case the thought was a big turn off for you, but man was it a turn on for him. In his fantasies you would beg Stephen with needy little whines of "please daddy", "daddy I need your cock so bad", or "can I have your cum daddy? Want to be your good girl."
It also got him thinking about how he wanted you to actually make him a daddy. As mentioned above, something felt so primal & animalistic about cumming in you & knocking you up. Seeing your belly grow & your breasts swell with milk, proof to the whole world that you were all his. He couldn't help but imagine a couple little perfect mixtures of the two of you, creating plenty of chaos. Then putting your perfect little demons to bed before retiring back to your shared bed where Stephen could worship you like the goddess you were & try to convince you to give daddy a couple more babies.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He's not inexperienced, but it's not like he's a huge playboy either. He was always too busy with his career to ever really let himself enjoy the social perks of being a hot shot wealthy doctor when he was younger. He's had a handful of flings & one night stands, a couple relationships. The only two that ever seemed important were you & Christine.
His idedtic memory is the ace up his sleeve in most situations, including in the bedroom. All it took was finding those little sweet spots once & he pretty much knew how to drive you wild. He's determined to get to the point he can make you cum faster than that little bullet vibrator can, & yes he's timed it.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Before the accident he preferred positions where he was in control, which usually meant he was on top of or behind you. Missionary was always a good fallback position since you both liked to talk dirty & it could be spiced up by hitching your legs over his shoulders or pushing them open towards your chest. He could let his brain get lost in doggy style. He could just close his eyes, grip onto your hips or shoulders, or fold himself over your back, & let himself enjoy the moment.
After the accident any position that requires him to balance his weight on his hands becomes problematic. In missionary he had to balance on his forearms & even then his arm strength would fluctuate from day to day. He couldn't grip onto you the way he liked from behind anymore. So positions where you had more control or used more strength became you go to's. Specifically cowgirl & reverse cowgirl. His favorite though was lotus, where you were seated in his lap with your legs wrapped around his waist. It allowed either of you to be in control, you could slide yourself up & down or grind against him or he could bounce you on his cock. He especially loved that his face was basically eye level with your tits & he could literally just face plant into them.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
You are one of the few people who knows that Stephen Strange does have a goofy dorky side to him. However that side never makes an appearance during sex. Before or after was a different story, & Stephen had been known to make some smartass comments at an opportune moment mid-fuck, but goofy never. Partially it was because he would get so caught up in things, letting his body just go. It was also partially a pride thing. Few things can kill a mood quite like a woman bursting out laughing while naked in bed with their partner.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Neatly trimmed. Never too short or bare as he uses an electric razer. Shaky hands & razerblades are already a questionable pairing but most of the time he can get away with minimal cuts on his face. He doesn't even want to take the chance down there. Frankly if he tried & something went wrong he would opt to bleed out on the bathroom floor before going to the ER for that. The electric razer/trimmer eliminated that risk.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
There has always been a sense of intimacy with Stephen, but it was less of a romantic intimacy & more of a trust. That was how your arrangement had come to be after all, you knew you could trust each other especially when you were vulnerable. You always clicked & felt like you fit together. If anything as time passed you felt like you fit together even better, rough edges worn away & molded to each other's touch. So when you became a couple the same intimacy was there, but now you saw it in a new light. He loves to watch your face, whether it's gazing into your eyes or seeing your features change as you get closer to your peak. He loves to whisper I love you against your skin, like it's a secret between the two of you but one that he never wants you to forget. If he could he would seal the two of you away from the rest of the world in one of those moments.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
This was one of the areas of his life that his accident had completely changed, & it was quite possibly one of the most humiliating. Once his hands had healed enough that he dared even try to jerk off he quickly became frustrated. It would start off fine, but after a while his grip would weaken & he couldn't get the friction he needed or his hands would start to ache. He spent many nights winding himself up only to end up with blue balls because his hands couldn't get him to the point of release. When he tried to use his magic to steady his hands long enough that he could cum he kept losing focus as he would near orgasm inadvertently edging himself over & over. Eventually he had resorted to grinding & humping against the mattress or a pillow. It worked but it wasn't as good & because of the mess it wasn't ideal for quick stress relief. Once you had realized the problem, having walked in on him wildly humping your pillow, you told him that if he wanted all he had to do was ask & you would happily assist no reciprocation required. Ultimately he would rather have sex with you than jerk off anyway, but he still hates the idea that his hands had even messed up masturbating.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
He has developed a bit of a voyeurism kink somewhere along the line. You have lost count of the number of times you have caught him watching you shower. He would sneak in & stand in the doorway or lean against the counter as quiet as he could. Then he would just enjoy the show & wait for you to notice him. It may have actually started because he liked to overhear your terrible singing in the shower, but now he really just likes watching you in your own little world as your fingers slide over the curves of your naked body. On several occasions he's had to start rubbing over himself when your hands caressed your soapy breasts, watching your nipples hardening as your palms skimmed across them, or as your hands slid down your hips & between your thighs. Since then he wouldn't admit it to you but he had been desperately trying to catch you masturbating. He fantasized about finding you naked & spred out. Little whimpers falling from your lips as you teasrd your fingers around your wet pussy. He wanted to see you so needy & desperare your cunt would be quivering at the slightest brush over your entrance before watching you fuck yourself silly with your fingers or a toy. Your body was a piece of art to him, & he could watch you all day long.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Stephen's bed is definitely the most preferred location. It was much bigger & plush than your own at the Sanctum. Meaning more space to roll around & switch positions on without fear of rolling off the bed. It was also the place Stephen most let his guard down & your Stephen came out. When you were just fooling around that was pretty much the only place you fucked.
After his confession he had taken you anywhere he could get away with: bent over the bathroom counter, the shower, a secluded hallway at the Sanctum, his desk, a spare room or closet at the tower, etc. You also both wanted to recreate your 1st tryst after declaring your love for each other. When you made love on the floor in the library. You'd have to be very sneaky as Wong would have both of your hides if he caught you there again. His bed was still top of the list, but once you were his he couldn't keep his hands off of you where ever he could have you.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Before you fell in love the motivation for both of you was pretty basic. Sometimes you sought each other out for comfort, to release stress, or simply because you were really fucking horny but couldn't be bothered to get a date or were sick of dating. You cared about each other, but the reason you were fucking didn't go that deep.
After you were a couple the motivation was far different. Most of the above reasons still applied, but now there were much deeper reasons too. You wanted to show each other just how much you loved & needed one another. To show how special you found each other. You wanted to worship their body & make them feel good. You wanted to really connect & let the world around you fade away. Sometimes it was still pure lust & animalistic heat, but it was a passion of 2 people driven together by both the mystical forces & the forces of nature. At the root of it all, soft or rough, was a love that burned bright & the need to express it to each other.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything you both aren't abundantly enthusiastic about is a no. His day to day life is stressful enough that he firmly believes it's not worth doing something one of you has to try to talk the other into. There is plenty of stuff you guys have brainstormed on & are both excited to try. Some things he honestly just thinks involve too much work. Most bondage stuff he has no real interest in trying, he's satisfied leaving it at handcuffs & a little spanking. Anal is a take or leave thing. It's enjoyable but if you aren't into it he's not heartbroken about it. He has no interest in a 3 way or swinging. He wouldn't mind the 2 of you watching others, or even someone watching the 2 of you, but he doesn't want anyone else touching you like that. He is far to posessive to even be okay joking about you fucking someone else.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Before everything he would have hands down preferred for you to suck him off. It's not that he didn't like eating you out, he did, but he loved how his brain would switch off the minute your tongue touched his cock. It was like he short circuited & he could never get enough of the vision of you looking up at him as your mouth slipped down his length. He still loses his mind when you blow him, but he's more focused on being a more giving lover now that you are officially together. He will take every opportunity he can to make your eyes roll back in your head & moan his name. He hated to think of anyone else (*cough* Bucky *cough*) lapping at your sweet pussy, but every once in a while his mind would punish him with that image if he felt he was being too greedy in receiving. On those occasions he would make you cum at least at least once with his mouth alone before making love to you only to wake you up with his mouth the next morning.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
This hasn't changed much since you became a couple. It very much depends on how you are both feeling. Some nights it's slow, passionate, & deep. With Stephen dragging out his thrusts & whispers of adoration. Other nights you compete to see who can pull the most obscene words & sounds from the other. You both got off on hearing the other talk dirty, & could spew filth that would make pornstars blush. It's the reason why your Christmas present to Wong was noise cancelling Bluetooth headphones. Then there were those nights it was a mix of both. Those usually started off more slow & sensual but around the halfway point it was like something in your brains snapped & you both needed it hard & fast. His slow calculated thrusts turned into pounding you as deep as he could with you rutting against him. Both clawing at each other pulling your bodies as close together as physically possible & wrapping around each other. Deep hard kisses full of tongues & teeth, mumbling praises both sweet & filthy into each other's lips.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Stephen is pretty anti-quickie. Being a surgeon he likes doing things precisely & would much rather take a few hours to do something to the best of his ability than take a few minutes to do something half way. Oral & fingering, or anything that could be considered foreplay, is fair game to fit in the quickie framework. So you both still got plenty frisky in the heat of the moment when it hit, & maybe there was one or two quickies here or there, but for the most part full on sex was saved for when it could be done right.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
It depends on the risk really. He likes trying new things with you, but wouldn't want to do anything that either of you wasn't into or that could harm your relationship. His favorite risky thing was teasing & playing with you in public. He has found hospital galas & Stark's parties are much more tolerable when he can have his fingers teasing your pussy. It is for that reason nearly every dress you have worn to an event like that since you became a couple has a thigh high slit on one side, so he could easily slide one hand inside your leg & brush against the soft lips of your warm pussy. Letting the wetness that starts to gather smear until your entire cunt is slick for him. Just enjoying the way the pads of his fingers slide over your sensitive flesh, grinning to himself in his own little world as you try to keep conversation or hold in your noises. His favorite time was when you cracked & moaned mid sentence talking to Nat & Steve. Once they figured out what was going on Steve turned redder than a stop sign & tried to leave so fast he nearly clotheslined a waiter, Nat snorted wine out her nose & fell face first on the table laughing. You were so embarrassed you left early that night, which made Stephen's night a double success.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
His stamina is impressive, which he credits to learning to meditate & his training as a sorcerer. He was never fast, but now he could stretch one session out for a couple of hours. Switching back & forth between more teasing touches or using his mouth & fingers, to driving his cock hard into you over & over as deep as possible. Your sessions tend to start a little slower & build in energy as you go. He isn't a super soldier or anything so you are limited to only a couple rounds a night max, but he knows how to make the most of every second & pull every ounce of pleasure possible from your body.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
They aren't a normal feature in your playtime together but they weren't unwelcome. Stephen was well aware of your decent sized toy collection & once in a while he liked to use your small vibrator on you either as foreplay or for extra stimulation while he fucked you. He secretly wanted to watch you ride one of your dildos but he hasn't had the nerve to tell you in such explicit terms, he had just said he liked when you showed him what you liked when you played with yourself. There were several toys you both wanted to try together including a vibrating cock ring, & you had promised him that at some point you would get & wear a discreet remote control vibrator to help keep him entertained at social events he didn't want to go to. After learning about how his hands sometimes interfered in his own solo time you brought up the idea of him getting a stroker toy or fleshlight, saying that it might help when his grip was acting up. He wasn't crazy about the idea, he had been jerking off since he was a teenager without the assistance of a toy & it just seemed like it would be a hassle, but he didn't say no because he knew you were probably right. So you were currently hiding a clear stroker sleeve toy in your room that you were waiting for a special occasion to surprise Stephen with. You figured if you used it on him the first couple times, showed him how good it could feel & some good memories to think of when he used it, that he would warm up to the idea of using it on his own. As much as you both loved & preferred to play with each other you knew it was important that Stephen be able to enjoy his own solo play time too. You had your toys for when he wasn't there, or for just whenever, & you wanted him to have his too.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He is a big tease but hates being teased himself. He loves letting his hand linger on your low back only to slide down & grab your ass as soon as people look away. Or sneaking a playful bite on your shoulder or neck if he is standing behind you in a meeting. When you are standing farther away he has taken to using little bits of magic to tease you. Creating little tingles & tickles on any exposed skin. Always ending at the sweet spot just behind your ear, leaving you struggling to stay quiet. He's also been known to tease you with his fingers under the table at formal events. Tracing the tips of his long digits up your thigh, every so often ghosting against the crotch of your panties as he whispers filthy things in your ear trying to get you to relent & leave to go back to the Sanctum. Now god forbid you try to flip the script & tease him. He practically has a meltdown. He starts whining & pouting, saying that you are being mean holding out on him. The only teasing he doesn't mind is sending him dirty pics or texts. If anything when you're apart he'll be the one bugging you to send him new ones.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
No one has ever accused Stephen Strange of being a quiet person, aloof yes but quiet no. So if course it only makes sense that Stephen Strange is a massive fan of dirty talk. Not anything particularly degrading but lots of just any & all filth. Whispering in your ear when you are in public about how he can't stop thinking about how sexy you were riding him that morning or what he plans on doing to make you scream later. He loves when you call him Doctor & prefers that or his name to any other pet name, although he has decided he likes when you call him love. You were always sweetheart, or recently baby or love, until things got really heated. When things really got going he would call you his good or bad girl, depending on which the situation called for, or called you his little slut. That one drove you absolutely wild. You would be praising each other & begging for more. "Oh God Stephen, you feel so good inside me." "Oh yeah? You want it harder baby? Such a good little slut for me." "Yes Doctor, your little slut. Only for you. Need you to fill me up Stephen." Sex was almost never quiet between the two of you, & thank god the Sanctum has thick walls. Although there was an unspoken rule that Wong would never speak of anything he may happen to inadvertently overhear.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
He is secretly a sucker for soft passionate cheesy romantic sex. The whole shebang too, complete with candles or a crackling fire. It waa hard for Stephen to feel truly close & intimate with people so the "romantic movie" kind of sex always seemed like something he would never really experience. Obviously life isn't like a romantic movie, especially for the sorcerer supreme & a sorcerer in training who both work with the Avengers, but every once in a while he wanted to create that perfect illusion for the two of you. So he would pull out the candles, sprinkle the rose petals, & lose himself in your love story.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Average girth. Length is definitely above average, & he knows how to use it. Plunging his cock in deep & purposely dragging his long length along your upper wall as he pulled back making sure to hit the spot that would make your pussy flutter around him.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Once you are officially a couple there is a good few months where he can't keep his hands off of you. It didn't matter what time it was, where you were, or who was nearby. He had all this pent up want for you, to hear you moan his name & proclaim your love for him, that now finally had an outlet. After that you two slowly start to settle into a routine, you still had to have each other a minimum 3-4 times a week but life can be crazy & sometimes you have to save the universe instead of spending the day fucking each other silly. That being said, he would still have you everyday multiple times most days if he could.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Both of you were insomniacs so there were plenty of nights neither of you really fell asleep. Opting instead to read or watch something. Usually though you were the first one to start succumbing to sleep when it did come calling. Once he noticed you were asleep he would set his own book aside & just lay watching you for a bit. Watching how your chest would rise & fall with your breath. Noticing how your nose would start to twitch occasionally, presumably when you were dreaming. He would memorize how beautiful you looked completely at ease next to him; completely at ease with him. Even before he said it out loud it was that moment when he knew he loved you. Just for a moment before settling in to snuggle around you & force himself to sleep he would press a kiss to your forehead & let himself imagine what could be. The life he could have with you as his wife & the mother of his children.
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Ma'am I am frothing....the panties in the mouth bit at the end 👀
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Φ⌎ 𝟐. 𝐀𝐬 𝐇𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬
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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dark alpha!fratboy!Steve Rogers x omega sorority!reader (dark A/B/O college AU)
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | DARK themes/elements, A/B/O dynamics, 6’6” Steve, mean!Steve, Ari (he’s a warning), manipulation, (little bit of) soft!DARK, misogyny (within A/B/O designations), major power imbalance, possessive & obsessive behaviour, assault, college party setting, alcohol, blackmail, sexual tension, scenting, asshole behaviour, implied violence, SMUT - minors DNI, non-con to dub-con, coercion, fingering (f), dirty talk, daddy kink, size difference, degradation, dumbification, punishment: spanking (hand, fraternity paddle), p*ssy slapping, squirting, some grinding (dry humping, thigh riding), (a hint of) dacryphilia, handjob/masturbation (m), panty sucking (?)
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | You get into Kappa Phi, but at what cost?
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𝗔/𝗡 | here we go ! 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! this is for my 6k celebration & sleepover ! come and join ! we introduce a bunch of characters in this part, and also answer some questions !! once again, I don’t know much about frats/sororities so I’m changing some things around for the sake of the story. all mistakes are my own. this is a dark fic, the warnings have been given—if you don’t like it, don’t read.
𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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The bell above the glass door dings, your attention snapping to the front of the cafe as a pair of students walk in. Rain drips from their umbrella as they stand by the counter, and eventually fade into the background as your nerves settle.
“Steve doesn’t come here often, if that’s what you’re wondering.” The redhead across from you says, her eyebrow cocked as she pushes the paper bag towards you. “The croissants here are the best, it’s a family recipe.”
Admittedly, you are a little hungry. You woke up late for your lunch with Natasha after insistent yet confusing thoughts kept you up the whole night. It all started yesterday morning when you woke up to flowers at your door.
They were seemingly fresh and the sweet scent wafted through the hallway as you took them in. The arrangement clearly wasn’t from the local florist down the street, the bright green leaves and the white and pink coloured flowers all meticulously placed in the heavy white pot, finished with a red ribbon around the base.
The ones that caught your eyes were bright pink heart-shaped, the bleeding heart flowers already signifying something you’ve been avoiding—someone you’ve been avoiding. There was also a note attached:
‘Good morning, baby. I’ve been so busy with football and the pledges, I haven’t had the chance to stop by your dorm yet. I admit, I’m a little disappointed you haven’t answered my calls or texts, but I’ll let it slide considering hell week just ended. To celebrate, there’s a party tonight and I want to see you, I think you owe me. Oh, and welcome to Kappa Phi, legacy.’
Then when you checked your phone, among the sea of a familiar alphas messages was one from someone else:
Natasha R. from Kappa Phi: I have great news! Meet me for lunch?
It’s been a few days since you visited Arcadia, and Maria has put you and the rest of the pledges through the last stretch. Earlier in the week was the final test, a simple costume assignment where you needed to attend all of your classes in the said get-up. The only requirements were that it needed to be outlandish and represent school spirit. You and Wanda agreed to help each other out since you were only given a few hours’ notice. The two of you took a trip to gather heaps of feathers, paint and other supplies to create your homemade Howard College’s Mad Hawk mascot costumes.
It’s safe to say that both of you put in the most effort out of all the other pledge sisters—you didn't know what was on a certain alpha’s agenda and if you needed to make up for any potential defamation. Also, you were still finding feathers in your clothes.
“I know it’s a big decision to make right now, no rush but Maria will keep bugging you for an answer.” The beta starts on her lunch, a sandwich and a drink. “I figured this should be more casual since we haven’t told any of the other chosen girls.”
You slowly chew the croissant, Natasha was right, it was quite good. “How did you know I was looking for him?”
“Word travels fast between us and Arcadia. And, some pledge sisters have come forward about it.”
“Oh.” You look down as embarrassment burns in your stomach.
“Yeah, if I knew he was interested in you beforehand, I wouldn’t have let Maria make the deal with Ari. He’s no good.”
You can’t help but think that Steve had something to do with you being accepted, it was staring at you straight in the face and only got bolder the more you thought about it. Did he put in a good word with Maria, and did he acknowledge your encounter in his bedroom too?
Even if he didn’t, everyone already knew. There was no hiding from the truth, and it was that Steve might be the reason you’re sitting in this cafe right now, getting the offer you’ve been desperate for.
“Although, next to Ari, that guy could be a saint.”
“Really?” You find that a little hard to believe after experiencing the blond firsthand.
Similar to his fraternity brothers, Ari’s reputation revolved around notoriety, some hookups and entitled behaviour. You’ve noticed fewer people talk about him which led to fewer rumours about him. He was probably the biggest mystery of Arcadia and he seemed like every other alpha, but you hadn’t heard much about him—anything that you would believe anyway.
Natasha’s moto jacket reflects the lights of the establishment, the dangling buckles clatter to the table as she grabs your hand. “Be careful around them, okay? All of Arcadia, and especially Ari. He’s close friends with Steve, and obviously the president, but don’t go near him if you don’t have to.”
“Why?”
She offers you a tight-lipped smile. “It’s nothing you need to know.”
You only frown. The air changes from lighthearted to slightly tense, as the bell at the door rings again. Your eyes land on an older woman and a small dog shaking off the rain at her feet. The music hums softly from the speakers above the chatter, the soundtrack to your wandering thoughts about the fraternity president. Searching through your mind, you couldn’t find anything to be concerned about, maybe the rumoured fights and cheating—but as far as you know, he’s never had a stable relationship anyway.
Last year, you tried to stay out of drama and speculations. You’ve learnt that distancing yourself from your peers was the best way to not jeopardize yourself. Wanda was an exception, and you’ll always be thankful for her. But curiosity was going to eat you alive, and even worse, your imagination would paint the most frightening picture to fill in the blanks.
Across from you, Natasha eats her sandwich, munching slowly. “Have you tried the donuts? It’s another homemade recipe—”
“—Please, I want to know if…” you trail off, fearing if you speak it into existence, you’ll be forever bound to it and every trace of hope would slip from your grasp, “if Steve is going to keep me around. I need to be prepared.”
The moments drag on as people shuffle about the cafe. You almost think Natasha is going to leave but she leans close, her perfume wafts to your nose, a mixture of raspberry and rosewood with a hint of leather. “His family aren't as reputable as Steve and Ransom’s, they did some shady stuff,” she pauses, “actually, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“I need to know.” You sit forward, holding her hand. “Please.”
Natasha sighs softly, a pensive expression on her face, “Ari isn’t from around here or anywhere close, his family moved here a few years ago, and unsurprisingly, he got into Arcadia on the first try. Then, he was the vice president before bumping up to president last year.” Her green eyes carefully observe your face, “you’ve heard of the programs around the world, right? For, uhm… people like you?”
Your heart sinks to the floor as you slowly nod, the back of your neck getting hot with every heavy exhale.
“He’s never confirmed it, but the local news covered it. His family ran a pretty notable one before trying to expand here. They got caught early on and rightfully detained, and they say Ari wasn’t involved.” Natasha scoffs quietly, “Not to mention they also had status, the best lawyers, and money to spare—whatever they did, Ari and his mother were let off without a charge. The last I heard of his dad, he’s sitting behind bars at a high-security prison a few cities away.”
“People don’t talk about his family, and only a handful of students know about this. You shouldn’t tell anyone either.” She glances around, the customers scattered around the room are minding their own business, sipping drinks or snacking on treats, all while you feel sick to your stomach. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Your heart thumps dully in your ears, every beat sounds vaguely like footsteps getting closer and closer—as if a monster is creeping inside your head. “He’ll hurt me?”
You mourn a few minutes ago when you didn’t know this, now you feel hyper-aware about the whispers you’ve never heard before, and the wary gazes that flew straight over your head. You were already weak as it is, belittled in the sea of harmful conceptions and desperately trying to seek refuge in a world designed to lift others up while putting omegas down.
Fear wraps around your throat, making your head hurt. Flooded with new information that will haunt you every time you think of Arcadia.
If there was someone you should be scared of, it was Ari who’s had firsthand experiences with the programs that degrade you to just a baby-making machine, cruelly objectifying you. You could only imagine the things he’s seen and how he views people like you.
“I’m not saying that he or that anyone else will, it’s just a warning—and I want you to stay safe.
Authorities have let him and every other alpha get away with the worst things, and I don’t want you to be on the receiving end on any of it.” Natasha’s green eyes slowly scan your body language, “He has no record and the administration just turned a blind eye. I wouldn’t be shocked if he paid his way through school.”
She’s right, and the weight on your shoulders gets heavier. She’s noticed the pedestal for alphas and thus, the mistreatment of betas, although not to the same extent as omegas. With concern clear on her face, she squeezes your hand.
“He doesn’t even know I exist.”
“Maybe he didn’t before but he does now.” Natasha’s phone rings but she ignores it, flipping it face down on the table. “I can handle my own, but you…”
“I can’t.” You finish. “I know.”
The redhead huffs, patting your hand, “God, I told Maria not to make the deal but—I’m sorry. We’ve always been close to Arcadia, they’re both presidents and Ari just intimidates her and everyone else on campus. She can’t just say no, regardless of how much she wants to.”
You know she didn’t mean to, but she was only scaring you more right now.
“I know we aren’t exactly at the top of the food chain, but we try to keep our omegas away from Arcadia, and it’s hard since Kappa is the sister sorority.” Her cell phone buzzes again and vibrates the table, “Which you want to join, right?”
Do you?
Accepting would place you right into their hands, then how could you escape them? Steve’s eyes flash in your mind, a mean gleam that blossoms into adoration—whether it was sincere or fake, you didn’t know.
Did you want to seal yourself into that box, and set yourself on the steps of Arcadia? Right under Ari’s nose, and give Steve another chance to touch you?
Natasha groans as her phone rings once more, this time she checks the contact. “Oh, sorry, it’s my mom calling.” She smiles small, “I miss one call in the morning and she loses her mind.”
A barely audible whine pushes from your throat but it’s drowned out by the sudden commotion as a group of students enter. You’re aware of your phone in your pocket, it seems like nothing but an expensive paperweight and you know your notifications are more dry than the desert.
“I will.”
Natasha’s gaze softens as a stand of red hair falls. She stares at you for what feels like hours, “Are you sure?”
“I want to.” Need, your brain corrects. “When is initiation?”
She opens her mouth to speak, but her cellphone blips. “Next week—and now Maria needs me.” She squeezes your hand before standing, she quickly gathers the mess and dumps it into a nearby garbage before turning to you again. Her red lips are pressed in a firm line, her shoulders stiff under her jacket. “I’ll tell her that you’re joining and we’ll meet up again to discuss you moving in.”
It takes you minutes to gather yourself and leave the cafe. It’s still raining so you quickly take out an umbrella and begin the journey back to your dorm.
As cars drive by, people huddle and duck away from the rainfall, the pattering surrounds you. The soothing sound wraps around your body as the puddles ripple with each drop.
It mocks you as it falls from the sky and collects in the dips and cracks of the concrete, disappearing among the rest of the rain. Overlooked and ignored.
Rain was made to fall, and you were too.
After living your life scrambling for crumbs of opportunities and recognition, this golden opportunity is placed in your lap. You won’t immediately be seen or heard by everyone, but your mother can’t ignore you now but neither can the alphas of Arcadia. One foot in Kappa was better than being just another forgotten soul.
A win-lose situation that could have more fear than love.
Years ago, the fall would be from a ledge an inch tall since omegas have always been the lowest of low. There was nothing to exceed because there was no bar, everything was foreordained without room to grow, to change. And now, it felt like you were hanging from a branch of a tree that kept growing,
Below you were greedy hands and hungry mouths, anticipating your downfall so they could rip you apart.
Although this chance sprouted dread, it bloomed flowers of hope to join the seedlings inside of you. Coloured soft, promising and optimistic, you wanted more—you needed more.
At this moment, you decided to keep climbing. Resilience can get a person far, you only hoped you were one of them because you’ll keep ascending until you couldn’t, or even worse, you fall into the ravenous crowd below—like a feast for them.
As you reach your dormitory, your phone beeps once then again:
Steve: I can’t wait to see you tonight, we have to make up for the lost time. Try to get here early so we can have alone time?
Wanda: Hey! They’re playing that new movie at the drive-in and there’s a hill on campus that allows a perfect view… I think we just need a radio?
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The house is packed and booming with music from the designated dance floor in the basement. The floor is already littered with snacks, crushed cans and solo cups, along with a few spills on the freshly scrubbed floorboards. An array of smells cloud the air, from suffocating cologne and perfume to natural pheromones and scents.
People converse and laugh in the living room, leaning close with lingering touches and suggestive eyes. Some make out and grind against the walls, or obviously flirting by the game tables. Among the vibrating bass are occasional cheers from the beer pong or flip cup tables.
As for the older men of Arcadia, they’re more of silent observers who survey the betas and omegas like toys on a shelf. Students peek through the open door and windows, eager to experience one of the legendary parties of the fraternity but most are blatantly denied. The chosen bouncers for the night are strict for a reason, this party was for more than enjoyment and hooking up.
Steve is leaning against the bar in the kitchen, his huge body hunched over the counter as he invites the new pledges to a little game for tonight: add to the slut walk list on the wall.
“They can’t just be anyone.” Bucky rolls up his sleeves, looking pointedly at one of the young alphas, “They have to be from a sorority which means that you can’t just fuck anything with a hole, Colin.”
The light-haired man snorts, “Consider it done. I’ve already got my eye on one.”
Everyone turns across the room where a group of students have claimed a couch, they’re mostly girls and already comfortable with drinks in their hands. They’re all dressed up, leaning on each other and giggling. One omega, in particular, catches their gaze, timidly waving at Colin with a cute smile before looking away.
“Have you slept with her before?”
“No, but I’ve been flirting with her for a few weeks.”
Another voice speaks up, a tinge of a Louisiana twang, “If you’re hoping to date her—you’ve got another thing coming, man.” Sam slips beside Steve, bottle firmly in his grasp. “Omegas tend to get a little shy after their name is added to the list, although some wild ones come back for seconds.”
“Then, they get a little tick by their name. I think the highest is four or five, and that’s from the future lawyer over there.” Bucky points to Andy in the dining room with his arm swung over an omega’s shoulders as he speaks into her ear. His other hand slips up her skirt and the alphas watch her sink into his body, her hands weakly gripping his bicep and pulling him closer.
“Do we get judged on who it is? Looks, status, anything like that?”
“Nope, just a simple name and you win. Is that clear?”
Each of the pledges nods, most veering off to find their victim for the night, which should be easy considering the sheer amount of omegas on attendance tonight. Another reason why the bouncers were stern and given requirements for the majority of tonight's attendees: they have to look good, not have a sketchy reputation while also being somewhat popular, or in a sorority.
It isn’t hard to pick out the omegas from the crowd. Just like every other party that Arcadia has thrown, there’s an unspoken rule; the eldest and most valuable of the fraternity get first pick. Although, since the new pledges have an assignment, there are exceptions.
There was also a chance they’d have to call in a service to clean tomorrow, or Arcadia’s president could ask for a favour from their sister sorority.
“I can’t find the girl I was hoping to see.” Byrce huffs, impatiently tapping his fingers on the counter, “I’ll just look around then.”
“Good luck, newbie.” Bucky chuckles as he leaves. “How’s the old man, Ari?”
The president shrugs and his tone lowers to a rasp, hair falls over his eyes as he surveys the room. They linger on a girl by the beer pong table, “Complaining about communal showers and crappy food. Same shit. Who’s she?”
“One of the Kappa pledges, she looks fantastic in a maid uniform, by the way.”
“Name?”
“Don’t remember.”
“I saw her leaving Ransom’s room last week.”
“I’m not against sharing.” Ari smirks, “Speaking of that, I heard legacy put on quite the show… And I can’t say I’m not interested in the omega who smells just delectable.”
“She isn’t yours to share.” Steve glares.
The president steps close, tall stature leaning over the counter. Their blue eyes meet, his twinkle with mischief while Steve’s glow with a warning. “Until she wears a mark on her neck, she isn’t yours either.”
Steve growls, losing composure for a moment and crushing the empty solo cup in his hand. He knows Ari is taunting him, they were best friends after all. With you as the topic of conversation and the truth undisguised, he didn’t like it one bit.
Regardless if you were unclaimed, you were still his, and you’ve been his since he saw you at orientation. There was also a primal need to sink his teeth into your skin, eternally entwine your hearts, souls and minds.
He wants you and he is going to get you—he always gets what he wants.
“All right, chill out before we all choke on your testosterone.”
“Stevie knows I’m just joking—don’t you, blondie?” Ari grabs the back of Steve’s shirt, knocking their heads together, “Besides, if I wanted her, I would have had her by now.”
“Yeah but you haven’t seen her on her knees.” Curtis pipes, slyly rubbing a hand over his jeans. “She’s loud too—a little feisty but turns obedient and eager, you’d like her.”
“Well then, I suppose I’ll have to make up my mind tonight.”
“Yeah, yeah, say shit like that again and I’ll tell Bryce where you hide your stash.” Steve scoffs, shoving him off in favour of tossing the plastic cup aside.
Ari lets out a hearty laugh, “Then, you’ll be giving away our shared stash.”
“Small price to pay for you to shut up.”
Bucky steps in front of the vice president. “Where’s your girl anyway?”
Steve’s clear blue eyes lock on the entryway, carefully watching each student as they walk in or are denied. “She’ll be here.”
“Will she?” Ari raises a brow, dark hair falling over his eyes, “Is she going to put aside a whole night for you?”
“She doesn’t have a choice.”
Sam snorts, “of course, she doesn’t. That’s why Storm is getting her, right?”
“I always wondered which one of us would settle down first.” Curtis jested, gazing at the ceiling, “feels like just yesterday we were freshmen and moving into the house… I still wish I got the corner room.”
The blond cracks a smile, reminiscing on their early days filled with glory and praise—only a portion of the amount they have now. When they all first met, their connection was immediate and fit like puzzle pieces. Effortlessly complementary and each of them knows their friendship will last for years. They’ve come quite far together, and are worshipped wherever they go, rightfully so in their opinions.
“I could leave her if I want.”
“You have to have her to leave her.” Sam quips, nudging the vice president.
“And, I do.” Steve feeds into the friendly banter.
“Maybe you do but you aren’t going to do that.” Bucky knowingly adds. “I still remember when you first told me about her—the pretty girl who caught your eye yet looked right past you.”
The other alphas oh and ah, pushing Steve around before Sam roughhouses him into the next room. The rest follow as Steve is willingly stuck in a headlock.
“Stevie boy, why didn't you tell any of us you were going soft?” He teases in a high-pitched voice, eventually releasing the blond as they reach the area next to the stairs. The music is slightly louder here, but they have a clearer view of the rest of the house.
“The same reason why you’re best friends with the cheerleaders, mister-big-mouth. Can’t keep a secret for shit.”
Sam laughs, “Oh, you want to talk about secrets? Shall I call up the ladies and tell them about your crush?”
“And prove me right? Go ahead—”
“Hey, hey, calm down.” Ari swoops in, shouldering them apart, “You two are in major need of some release and tonight is just a person limit, so you both have your pick.”
Steve briefly considers making the next party an invite-only. It would save the trouble of a packed house and array of thirsty people, but as always, a fuller house meant more options. And Arcadia Phi was all about options.
They weren’t like every other frat, disregarding the alums and other qualities that made them the fraternity at Howard College, they were careful with campus rule-breaking. Especially for parties, they check suspicious people, watch everyone who comes in, and have gotten more selective about who is invited to the house. If anyone looks too drunk at the door, don’t let them in because while they let loose, Arcadia could absorb the blame for the mess and chaos, although legendary, they were cautious.
An omega walks past them, her gaze unabashedly dragging over his body and Steve just rolls his eyes. If he was feeling up for it, he’d swoop her up to the bathroom for a quick blowie then, maybe take her to his bedroom for more. Just another name on the list—or perhaps a tick, she looked a little familiar.
He’s longed for your warmth and watched you from afar, hungry and borderline obsessive. After he’s had a taste of you, his palate has changed drastically and he can’t have anyone else. That’d be settling, and Steve never settles for less.
She licks her lips, “Hey, Steve, I haven’t seen you since September.”
Definitely a tick, but he’d have to ask for her name again.
“Don’t speak unless you’re spoken to.” Steve glowers, “Move along, you reek like you just took the entire hockey team.”
The girl blinks in horror as his friends laugh aloud, some cockily waving goodbye as she skitters away.
“How about her? I heard she just transferred here.” Curtis nods to the small group by the flip cup table. “Although, I think she has a boyfriend.”
“Never stopped him before.” Bucky pops up and hands around fresh bottles of beer, “what do you say, punk? Up for the challenge?”
“I don’t want any of them.”
“That’s what you said last year after you learnt more about legacy—yet, you still had visitors.”
“I had my eye on her, I wasn’t celibate.” Steve scoffs, “You think my dick is going to stop working?”
“That’s what it seemed like.” Curtis replies, scratching his buzzed head, “You labelled her as off-limits too.”
“Because you’re all greedy animals.”
“We’ve got more class than that and wouldn’t dare to take your sweet crush away from you…” Sam ruffles Steve’s hair, “Wouldn’t want you to get all upset now.”
Steve never blatantly confessed his attraction to you—not to anyone outside of his friend group. The only people who knew were Bucky, Ari, and Curtis, but Ransom and Andy made their suspicions clear from the start. A comment here, or knowing look there, but they never said anything.
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You check your bag, sifting through the dozens of snacks before opening your door. With your keyring hanging from your fingers, you almost bump right into another body. A young man is standing in front of your dorm with his hand raised.
He smiles before seeing your outfit. “You’re wearing that?” His blue eyes travel over your sweat pants and matching sweater, to your feet stuffed into an old pair of sneakers that you wouldn’t mind getting muddy.
You step back affronted, “Excuse me?”
“I mean, it’s okay but it doesn’t look like party material.” He wrinkles his nose, his brown jacket unzipped revealing a tight grey t-shirt tucked into the band of his jeans and shiny leather belt. His light-brown hair is on the shorter side, a buzzcut that contrasts his clean-shaven face. With built shoulders and a small waist, he’s an alpha judging by his size, posture and smell. Although, a faint linger of burnt firewood surrounds him. “Good thing Steve ordered these, you wouldn’t get on the property in that.”
At the mention of his name, your body reacts in fear and sickening desire—an odd mixture that scatters your thoughts.
You hold the door, inching it closed, “I’m not going.”
His palm lands on the wood with a loud slap, easily forcing it open until he steps into your room. He glances over your single dorm, from your messy desk and dresser to your unmade bed. “Cute sheets, legacy.” He chuckles at the ditsy floral print comforter and pillowcases, “I’m Johnny, by the way. Steve’s little brother.”
Irritation prickles along your skin, the ego radiating off of him was rivalling that of the vice president himself. You weren’t surprised they were close, but he didn’t intimidate you as much as Steve. That lack combined with your annoyance could be why you’re feeling confident enough to even talk back.
What would Steve think? A small voice whimpers.
Why does it matter, you counteract.
He presses the bag into your hands and turns around, “I’ll give you five minutes to get dressed. Then, we’ll head out. I rode my bike, so maybe grab a jacket or something.”
“I’m not going to the party.” You repeat, angry that Steve thinks he can send his brother to your dorm.
“I already have plans.”
Wanda was probably waiting outside right now and despite Natasha’s wishes, you were going to tell her about Ari and Arcadia. She’s your best friend and deserved to know, you’d grasp at any opportunity to keep her safe. You’ve spent too long with danger looming over your shoulder and you didn’t want her accidentally wandering too close to the cruel alphas.
Johnny is unfazed, lazily reaching into his pocket, “Uh, do you want me to call Steve?”
You frown, “For what? He can’t make me go, and neither can you.” Your heart stutters for a moment from the surge of courage. It’s almost too unfamiliar and you want to apologize for your attitude and speaking against an alpha—technically, two alphas.
It’s subconscious as your head lowers, your throat tightens as regret rushes in. You try to remind yourself there’s nothing to feel guilty about, although the rest of you refuse to listen and you feel mortified.
Fucking white noise, that’s all your demands are. You’ll never have an impact like an alpha, and if you try, you’ll be a complete fool. You already are one and you’ve been one since you said you weren’t going to the party.
“Are you sure about that?” The man hums thoughtfully, “Because something tells me that your friend still hasn’t been accepted to Kappa… I could be hearing things, I just came from the house and the music is always booming.”
“Wanda didn’t make it?” Just like that, you’re thrown in for a loop and your shame transforms into sadness, painting your heart blue.
“Nope.” Johnny pops the last syllable, “Someone else beat her by one vote but don’t worry, she can always try again next year, unlike you—and I almost forgot to congratulate you, legacy.” The alpha beams, “I hope you love Kappa as much as your new sisters, it’s been a while since they’ve accepted any omegas.”
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“Ari, those betas are back again.”
The president sighs, briefly turning away from the omega he’s been talking to. “So get rid of them.”
Vague memories of two betas stumbling into the frat house come back, the heavy smell of alcohol on their breath and the most dazed look in their eyes. They were cut off during the last two parties and warned with being banned if they didn’t clean up their act, then they proceeded to puke everywhere and almost pass out. Tonight, they were fucking wasted before they even showed up and Arcadia wasn’t going to be responsible for any stupidity or alcohol poisoning.
“Hey, Langley! Got a task for you.” The president calls the younger alphas over, he slaps his shoulder and points to the front door, the betas hanging off each other, “You get them off the property, all right.”
Steve checks his watch once more, “Don’t know why you’d send him.”
Ari chuckles, following the girl upstairs, “that’s why.”
Bryce roughly shoves the betas out of the house, careless and obviously not trying to be gentle. There’s a distant cry and some shuffling before the front door shuts, and with that, the troubling betas are gone too.
“You can always count on him for being obnoxiously ruthless.” Curtis has his arm wrapped around another girl, eyes shut in bliss as she kisses up his neck.
Right now, it’s just them until Curtis takes the beta upstairs too. The rest of his friends have moved elsewhere while Steve stayed in direct view of the front door.
Steve feels a heat building in his stomach, anger and annoyance bubbling in his veins as the seconds tick by. Storm’s bike engine could easily be drowned out by the music.
He knows you’ll show up, you wouldn’t willingly let your friend be rejected from Kappa again when you can do something about it. He was positive about that.
Suddenly, there’s another commotion at the door, and as another group of people are denied. When they move, his heart swells in his chest.
The dress flutters as you step into the house, the music vibrates the floor from the basement as people talk and laugh loudly. Some spare a glance, others check you out.
You cling to your jacket that Johnny made you take off after hopping off his bike, the dress is practically lingerie. A slightly asymmetrical lace hem above your breasts, thin blue silk that brushes your upper thighs, and a cut-out that exposes more than what you’d like in a public setting. An inch higher, and you’d see the strap of your underwear.
The panties may be the worst. They weren’t like anything you owned and made your face heat up—skimpy and white, lace straps that were soft against your skin with barely any fabric for actual coverage. In this houseful of people, you feel naked. Bare without your consent but did you feel a little bit desirable?
You were still undetermined about that.
The students part like the ocean as Steve strides towards you, his 6’6” sturdy frame swaying with his broad shoulders as the light highlights his features. He’s dressed in a dark blue button up and black jeans, his blond hair styled. He grins, dimples appearing in his cheeks as he draws closer, his smell overpowering that of everyone else in the room.
“Sweet girl, I knew you’d look beautiful in this.” His warm hands land on your hips. “Fits good too, tight and loose in all the right places. Don’t you think so?”
You shrug him off, irritated and upset as Wanda’s dejected voice replays in your head. When you explained your situation with Johnny sifting through the knick-knacks on your desk, Wanda was downcast and split—she wanted to help, she begged to aid in any way, but you didn’t let her.
What could a beta do to an alpha, especially one as mean and high status as Steve with his friends right behind him?
Steve reaches for you again but you push him away. Then, he steps closer while you step back. You peer up at him fearfully with your back flat against the wall, the front door is open as a wisp blows, cooling the sudden heat on your skin. You can’t see anyone beyond Steve, with his looming stature and captive eye contact, you wouldn’t dare look away.
There was no doubt the Arcadia alphas would rip her to bits and make you watch as punishment. It was enough that you knew she didn’t get in and that guilt weighed heavy as she desperately tried to uplift the conversation with a mention of Kappa Phi—“I heard they have sleepovers every month, imagine it; the movies, the snacks, oh, the bonding! I can’t wait!” You kept that truth to yourself and had to cut the call short when Johnny impatiently tapped his wrist.
Now here you are, not even two minutes into the party and shoved up against the wall with the football captain inches from your face.
His jaw looks are sharper with the shadows, and the darkness bleeds into his eyes, painting a dangerous and threatening blue. “You want to do that again? I gave you this dress, don’t make me take it back right now.”
A whimper nearly crawls out of your throat but you swallow it down. “Please, no.”
Steve’s fingers trace your neck to cup your cheek, he leans close, the smell of beer in his breath. “Hush now, baby,” He coos, and cuts to the chase. His ring finger softly rubs your spot as his thigh slips between your legs, a direct replay of your last meeting. His scent clouds your mind once again, the grittiness fuels fantasies that you’ve kept hidden and tried to forget. This time, you attempt to fight it and fist his shirt, weakly pushing him away but just like the previous encounter, he doesn’t stir.
“That’s it.” He adds another digit, his other arm wrapping around your waist and pressing closer, the denim rubs against your inner thighs. “There’s my girl, you missed me, omega?”
You don’t answer and slightly turn your head as he kisses your cheek, soft pecks trailing to your mouth until he meets your lips. His growl vibrates his chest and you can feel it in yours, and subconsciously, you moan. The tentative nips turn into passionate strokes as he slips his tongue into your mouth, applying pressure to your gland and your haphazardly built defences crash to the ground.
Perhaps it was stupid to think you could keep him away—both physically, mentally and internally, because, in a way, Steve is woven deep inside you. Alpha and omega, two sides of a shiny coin, and you’ve fallen victim to your designation and his sick charm.
The realization only makes you more discouraged as you pull him closer. Under your dress, slick coats your panties and the scent wafts to Steve’s nose. He leans back with a grunt, a ravenous glow in his eyes as his muscular chest rises and falls in rhythm with yours.
“I seem to always have to repeat myself around you…” He trails off, voice gruff, “Did you miss me, omega?”
You whimper, shame filling your body as other people turn their heads. You want to run and hide as your scent flows through the air, desperation, arousal, with a tinge of fear.
“Yes, alpha.”
He growls appreciatively and noses the top of your head, soaking in your smell with every heavy inhale. If he could, he’d bathe in your existence until your beings were eternally entwined. Holding you with your warmth against him, Steve feels untouchable and utterly relaxed, there’s nothing like it.
He berates himself for waiting so long.
You don’t realize you’re trembling until Steve grips your waist and turns you towards the rest of the house. Just like that, the audience faces away and pretends they were never watching the exchange. You clench your fists, ducking down as the whispers inevitably start, you can’t hear them clearly but you know they’re there and somehow, that only makes it worse.
“Are you going to make be good and make me proud?”
Proud, somehow you do want him to be proud of you. “Yes, Steve.” You’re still dazed since he just scented you.
He brings you to the kitchen, easily lifting you and sitting you on the counter. The cool surface sends a wave of goosebumps over your skin as he grabs a drink and steps between your legs. You lean back slowly, trying to put distance between the two of you.
He holds the cup to your face, “want a sip?”
You look around and frown, “…I didn’t want to come here.”
He sets down the cup and pulls you to the edge of the counter. His thumb drags over your cheek, “But you missed me, omega” Steve says softly, blinking down at you with blue eyes, “Haven’t you thought about me every day? How good I made you feel here,” His touch ghosts your gland before trailing down the front of your dress, tugging at the lace hem before barely slipping up the slit. Now, your upper thigh is dangerously exposed.
Admittedly, you’ve tried to. You had every reason to not want him—desire his touch and presence but it was so hard to not think of him. You wanted him off of your skin and out of your mind but your attempts of pushing him out and away were feeble at best. You didn’t want to think about him, let alone, miss him.
You feared that deep down, it didn’t matter what you wanted because he’s already chosen you.
And perhaps, you’ve accepted and chosen him too.
“Was it just sex?” The words fly out of your mouth before you could think.
Steve stiffens, visibly caught off guard. “No. Of course, it wasn’t.”
He’s wanted you for a year but kept his distance for the sake of himself and maybe his girlfriend at the time. Like every other alpha, he’s possessive and thrives off ownership. He wants you to reciprocate his feelings, to want him like he wants you and be dependent on him like omegas should be to their alphas.
“I didn’t use you like that.” His tone is sickenly delicate, “I wouldn’t do that for our first time together, you wanted it and I was more than happy to help. Sure, I pushed you a little bit in the right direction, but it was more than just sex. And, I think you know that too.”
You don’t answer, and let him hold the cup to your mouth as you take a small sip.
He looks down at you, swiping the drop of alcohol from your lips. “I could be so good to you, sweetheart. But, don’t think you can talk back, I don’t take that shit lightly.” He pauses, “Actually, maybe do it so we can have a little fun. I have a few ideas to get you under control.”
Steve helps you down from the counter and holds out his arm, “Let’s go say hi to my other brothers, they’ve been waiting to formally meet you.”
“Who?”
“You know Bucky and Curtis, Ransom is around here somewhere.” The crowd parts as Steve leads you both deeper into the house, you try to face forward as dozens of eyes fall on you. Perhaps curious, jealous or downright disgusted, you didn’t want to know. “Nick and Sam live off-campus but always come by for parties, Thor was invited but who knows where the hell he is, and Ari got back today, you still haven’t met him—”
“—Steve!” Two young men call, waving their arms as they stand by the backdoor, “You’ve got a visitor. He’s uh, very adamant.”
“Give me a second!” He turns back to you, “can I trust you to stay with my friends while I go deal with this?”
You glance at the group of alphas by the beer pong table, red solo cups or bottles in their hands as they talk. From a few feet away, you can already feel the constricting force that surrounds them. You shake your head, clinging to Steve’s arm.
Pride flashes on his face, “I’ll be right back, then I won’t leave you for the rest of the night.“
It was a promise, but did you even want that? Perhaps he is better than anyone else in this house, than his brothers. As they say, ‘better the devil you know than the devil you don't know.’
“Go, sweet girl. I’ll be back before you know it.” He kisses your forehead before pushing you in the direction of his friends.
You stumble slightly, catching yourself on one of them.
“It’s nice to see you again, legacy.” Bucky smiles coyly, his eyebrows raised as you quickly right yourself. “I would say that I miss you in your little uniform, but this number is quite the treat.”
“You want something to drink?” Another alpha asks, his warm brown eyes meeting your gaze. “I’m Sam, by the way, and that’s Nick.” He points to the man participating in the party game and getting fawned over.
“You smoke, legacy?”
You shake your head silently.
These men are also on the football team, you’ve seen their photos but don’t know much about them besides their reputation that mirrored Steve’s. Entitled, selfish players with more omegas in their past than notches on their belts.
Time drags on a little longer. They ask you questions that you answer with a nod, shake of your head or shrug of your shoulders. You find yourself counting down the seconds before Steve returns, you never thought you’d prefer his company but compared to his brothers, you only hope he’d be better.
“Where’s your boyfriend?”
That gets a reaction out of you, which is exactly what they wanted. “What?”
Before Steve, you hadn’t been on a date in a while. Maybe a few flings or partners, but nothing too serious. When you first got to Howard College, you dated around a little bit, probably slept with more people than others would think—but then, courses got harder, your schedule got tighter and you didn’t even realize your bed had been empty for far too long.
“H? Harvard guy?”
“Hayden isn’t my boyfriend. I don’t have a boyfriend.”
Unbeknownst to you, there was one other person responsible for your dry spell. Although Steve kept his intentions in his inner circle, if he got word about someone interested in you, he’d send someone to take care of it. Nothing was ever exposed as most people who had you on their radar were responsible for other things, and a little blackmail went pretty far.
Curtis hums, “What’s Steve then?”
Heavy footsteps stomp down the stairs before a figure appears. At that moment with the low lighting, the alpha looks like a giant. A girl stumbles down after him, dishevelled with flushed cheeks and smelling like sweat. She buttons up her shirt and wipes the side of her mouth before walking away—limping away would be a better-suited term.
“You don’t waste any time, huh, Ari?”
“As my father always says, time is money.” The man turns as a series of chuckles sound around the group.
Ari has a similar build to Steve, muscular and domineering, maybe an inch taller with those boots on his feet. His flannel strains against his biceps, the red plaid complimenting his slightly tanned skin. His beard is full and thick, matching his long hair that curls at the base of his neck. His blue eyes carefully flicker down then return to your face.
“Steve’s favourite colour is blue.” He notes, thick fingers wrapped around the neck of the beer bottle as he takes a slow sip, “I can see why he chose that outfit for you.”
The underlying smell of sex radiates from him, along with a thick and earthly musk.
“So, he picked the whole thing?” His gaze drags over your body slowly, as if he’s tracing every inch of you in his brain for safekeeping. “How about underneath? You let him dress you up like a pretty doll, omega?”
Because that’s what you are, it goes unsaid but you hear it ringing in your ears. Of all people, that would be his mindset. Omegas are objects to be bought and sold, baby-making machines against their will. Bile rises in your throat before you force yourself to stop thinking about them, the people just like you, poor and disadvantaged souls trapped in a heinous system. On the foundation of pain and suffering is where Ari was raised and where he currently stands tall, and you despise him for it.
You just keep your lips shut, neck tensing as a million rageful responses implode your head.
Ari blinks, his tongue running over the edges of his sharp teeth. “I heard you’re a bit feisty. Care to give me something to think about tonight?” He steps closer as you stay firmly against the wall, heart pounding in your ears along with his deep, gravelly voice. “I’ve always loved a little fight, something to tear down only to rebuild into whatever I please… And omegas are perfect canvases for such a thing—potential for an ideal mate.”
Of course, he would, you bitterly think. With his family and past, he’s probably disgustingly bred some of your kind. You weep for them, but all you can offer is a deadly glare directed at the towering, built alpha.
“And, Steve thinks the same, sweetie, always have and always will.” He winks.
You keep your lips sealed.
The rest of the frat brothers continue their conversation as if you aren’t there. Only bringing you in for a little more teasing, but that grace period doesn’t last very long.
Curtis juts his chin, “What do you think about it? The list.”
You clench the full cup in your hand, not daring to spare a glance at the horrid whiteboard pinned on the wall. You didn’t want to read the names, the number of people subject to their heartless games. You didn’t want to give them the satisfaction, but like most things at Howard College, that hope didn’t work.
“Say something.” Ari cocks his head, “Are you going to make me use my voice and force you to open that pretty mouth?”
“Ari.” Bucky warns, “Steve won’t like that.”
“Steve doesn’t like a lot of things. Especially disobedient omegas.” He replies swiftly, “Give her one night with me, and she won’t breathe if you don’t tell her to.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen the girls leave your room. Practically moulded by your hands,” Sam nudges him, “He’s got a control thing, legacy.”
You look down at the cup, it doesn’t seem any different from theirs but you wish you watched him make it. You don’t trust anyone in this house. With their eyes watching you carefully, you fake a sip, licking your lips then you set it on the windowsill.
“I’m a little disappointed I missed the show last week. Maybe the next one could be filmed so that doesn’t happen again.”
That starts a whole discussion about certain tapes they’ve done. A few names fly around and confirm that they’ve been this disgusting forever. Their voices hammer into your head, vile and even sparking some fear. How they can just blatantly speak about intimate experiences was beyond you, like everything was a game and they were always on the leaderboard. You wanted to knock them where they stand. In their words, they’ve only done a few films with willing participants—do you even believe that?
“This one girl, definite pornstar material, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s in the business now—”
“—You’re all terrible.” You interrupt, unable to conceal your displeasure. “You make me sick.”
One of them winces, “Ouch, legacy, that really hurt.” Curtis pouts mockingly, “I’ll certainly change my ways in your favour, do you want me to kiss your shoes too?”
A big hand lands on your arm. “Don’t touch me.” You pry off his hold.
“Keep sweet talking me and I’ll just have to find out why Steve is so hooked on you,” Ari murmurs, leaning close.
Sam scoffs, “Yeah, and then, get your ass beat for it.”
“We haven’t shared anyone before, but we’ve talked about it. Care to be the first, legacy?”
You whip around to shove him with all your strength but he already steps away, half-empty bottle in hand as he announces his trip for a new round. You watch him leave with another alpha, Curtis winking at you as they turn the corner.
Then, a warmth ghosts up your back before pulling you into a strong chest, a familiar smokey scent crawls up your nose. “That was entertaining. You’re hot when you’re mad.”
Something catches your eye, Steve’s knuckles are red and a little purple, well on the way to a bruise. You look up at him as he chats to Bucky and Sam, he looks unharmed and his clothes are the same. Clean, smooth and clinging to his muscles, but his cheeks carry a soft flush.
Who was the visitor?
“She’s got quite the mouth, huh?” Sam chuckles as Steve firmly grasps your waist.
You stare at his hand, slowly reaching out to touch the battered skin. He doesn’t flinch, but he does look down at you, “What happened?”
“Someone who isn’t allowed here decided to come anyway.”
Unease settles in your body, “So, you beat them up?”
He smiles, “Is that what you think happened?”
“Your hand.”
Steve leans against the table with an outstretched hand. You don’t move from your spot and he clears his throat, gesturing you closer with a curl of his fingers. “Come to me, baby.”
It’s almost laughable how quickly you give in, but there wasn’t anything else you could do. You couldn’t just up and leave, not with his frat brothers stationed at every corner and him a few inches from you.
“You want to know who showed up?” He cups your face as his other arm wraps around your back, keeping you close, “It was some dick from another frat. Someone you don’t know, and I don’t think you want to know them anyway.”
He keeps the details to himself, including the name, the fraternity and the reason for their visit. You didn’t need to worry about that now.
“Why?” You press,“Not like anyone is worse than you.”
Steve raises his eyebrows in amusement, “You’re so blissfully ignorant, aren’t you? You may think I’m the worst that can happen to you, but I can assure you that I’m not.” His azure eyes pin you down, searing into your mind, “There are plenty of other people who aren’t as kind as me.”
“Kind?” You shove his hand and step backwards. “That’s bullshit.”
“Compared to what they’d do to you—I’m an angel.”
“Although, next to Ari, that guy could be a saint.”
Natasha wasn’t wrong.
“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” He took you away from Wanda, dressed you up like a doll and practically forces you into the Arcadia house yet again.
He grabs you, and your weak pushes are useless so you start swatting his chest, landing harder blows until one of your palms collides with his cheek. It wasn’t full force, but it was enough for his head to turn slightly, and his shoulders go rigid.
The music is still playing and vibrating the floor, but the air goes still, stale and awfully cold.
Bucky, Sam and everyone else stares at you and Steve, their bewildered expressions visible in the dimmed lights and with bottles and solo cups in hand and conversations paused as if they've just witnessed a crime.
Might as well be one with the despair solidifying in your veins, freezing you where you stand. Worst of all, your hand tingles with either guilt or fiery pride, you can’t tell the difference with your thoughts firing like canons.
What did you do?
Why did you do that?
You’re fucking screwed.
While you attempt to silence the guilty pleas in your head, Steve calmly smooths down his blue shirt, the wrinkles disappearing with a simple stroke of his hand. Then, his gaze meets yours. The colour is darker than normal, but eriely soothing, like a storm brewing in the ocean and you’re standing in the eye of it.
“Upstairs. Now.”
He wasn’t using his alpha voice, yet you feel the instinctual need to obey, although your feet are cemented to the floorboards.
“Don’t make me repeat myself—” He’s not quiet or loud, his volume is in between and slow like honey. “—again.”
You turn around, wrapping your arms around yourself. An overwhelming flood of shame, despair and hatred fills you—whether the hatred is directed towards yourself or Steve, you didn’t know.
As soon as you reach the stairs, the first wave of tears falls. They drip down your face as everyone watches, their laser gazes only intensify your rush of feelings.
Guilt is the most prevalent, it’s impossible to not feel at fault for making Steve upset. Being faced with an alphas disappointment was gut-wrenching, that was all you could call it. He didn’t seem angry, or vengeful, but entirely too calm and it made you full of self-blame.
Omegas are naturally caring and loving, submissive in other words. You, a sweet yet strong omega, were no match to your seemingly innate instinct. And, one of them was striving for approval, an alphas praise. That was also why you gave in so easily last time, Steve strummed all the right chords and made you sing for him.
And sing you did, and sing you will again.
You fear deep down you’ll start relying on his acceptance and commendation about yourself and things you’ve done, accomplishments and rightful acts in his eyes because his opinion and perspective will be all that matters. It will be above your own conceptions, and you’ll glorify him for it.
God, the things you’d do to have him compliment your nest. Or add to it.
You cry even harder because you don’t know why you’re thinking this way. He’s a nightmare on legs with an ego so big it reaches beyond the Andromeda galaxy.
You weren’t only scared, but you were ashamed and revolted by it.
He strides down the hallway and with every step, his biceps flex, firm feet sound off the floorboards as he pulls out his key. He reaches you and his shadow is painted on the wall, and you. He blinks down at you, then clicks open a bottle before holding it to your mouth. “Drink.”
You refuse, sniffling and wiping your nose.
“It’s only water and you’ll need it.” He presses it to your lips, “Now, omega. Unless you want more than what I have planned.”
You gulp down the water, it cools your heated skin and soothes those insistent nerves.
“That’s it. There’s daddy’s good girl, ” He pulls away from the bottle and wipes the bottom of your lip with his thumb, lingering there as he growls lowly, “see what happens when you let me be kind?”
Let him—as if any choices are your own anyway.
This time when you enter his room, you don’t get to observe it. After shutting the door, he grabs your face and turns you towards the display of paddles on the wall. “Don’t make me use one of those on you. I’ve done it before, and every time it ends in tears.” He squeezes your cheeks until your lips picker, “actually, maybe I should do that. I’ll let you pick one and take you downstairs, punish you in front of everyone and give them a show. Teach them how to tame a fiery little thing like you.”
“I’m sorry.” You apologize, voice muffled by his hold on your face. “Please—I don’t want to… Not in front of everyone.”
A thoughtful expression combs over his features, “But, I can’t let you go unpunished. You hit me, omega.”
“P-Please, Steve,” You whine, you couldn’t be punished in front of everyone, “I’m sorry.”
“Fine. Not in front of everyone—I can’t promise I’ll be as lenient next time.” Because he knows there will be another situation like this. “Pick one.”
“But you—”
“Pick one now or I’ll pick one for you, and I’ll choose one you haven’t seen because it isn’t a paddle, and I’ll do much worse than spanking.”
Your eyes dart to the headboard, the bars rid of any handcuffs. There were other toys around here somewhere, and you had a feeling that’s what Steve was referring to. You tentatively walk around his bed and observe the choices, through your teary vision, you point at the red, blue and white one. It had the least protruding letters, although Steve’s name was big and bold.
“Good girl, now take off your panties and bend over my lap.”
Still sniffling, you reach under your dress and pull down your underwear. To your horror, you feel the fabric stick to your folds as the smell of your arousal spreads throughout the room. You crumple them in your hand, hiding them behind your back as Steve sits on his bed. His blue sleeves rolled up and legs spread with the freshly cleaned paddle beside him, front-facing up with the glaze reflecting the lights.
“Give them to me.” He’s so patient and calm that it slows down your heart rate.
Tentatively, you place your panties in his outstretched hand. He unwrinkles the lace and hums, your wet spot is bigger than you thought. He rubs over the gusset, bringing the material to his nose and taking a deep breath. When his eyes meet yours, his pupils are blown wide and nothing but a thin ring of blue is framed by his thick eyelashes. Then, you’re bent over his lap with your dress flipped up.
You stare down at his bedsheets, shakily fisting the comforter in your hands.
“Sweet girl, you’re soaked.” His fingers trail through your folds, and your toes curl in your shoes. “Who would’ve thought you’d be into this, huh?” Wet noises fill the room as he sucks on his digits before his touch returns to your pussy, with the extra slickness, he rubs your clit slowly. “That’s it, just relax for me, and it’ll all be over soon enough.”
You duck down, soft moans escaping your sealed lips as he plays with you. You should have known the pleasure would be immediate, Steve knew you like he’s had you for years, but it’s only the second time, and he already has your body memorized.
“Daddy missed this little cunt, I’ve jerked off with your panties, did you know that?” He groans, spreading your folds and watching your juices drip down to your nub, “Of course, you don’t, you never answered the fucking phone.”
You squeal as his palm lands on your cunt, a shock shoots straight through your body. Then, he pierces deep with two fingers, scissoring them inside you.
He takes the paddle, waving it in front of your face. “Kiss it, baby, just a little peck for me.”
With his fingers still pumping in and out of your tight hole, you’re completely at his mercy. You press a short kiss to the paddle, right on the fraternity crest. As you pull away, you fall face-first into the sheets, his hand increasing speed and power as sopping noises bounce off the walls. You shudder as he spanks your pussy again, your juices soaking his skin.
“You’re going to cum when I say to, got it?” His palm swats your cunt before he cups your mound, his big hand making you feel even hotter.
“Yes, daddy.” You weep, breath hitching as your stomach clenches. “F-Fuck—please, don’t stop.”
Steve groans at your high-pitched whine as he pulls away. The paddle is cold against your behind, he lets you feel the protruding letters. “I won’t make you count this time, but we’ll do fifteen, okay? You try to move, and we double it.”
Your chest heaves and you nod, bracing yourself against his leg with your eyes squeezed shut.
The first swat lands firmly on your right cheek. A hot pain erupts from the spot immediately. Then, he rubs your ass, groping the flesh, soothing the burn and dipping between your folds again. He spreads your slick to your ass, tracing up to your puckered hole. Steve groans, “That’s it. You going to take the rest just as good?”
“Y-Yes, daddy…” Your voice trails off as he runs the edge of the paddle between your folds, “I-I, no!”
“Shh, just on your ass for now. But I can’t neglect your pretty pussy. Is that what you want?” Steve spanks you again, this time on your left cheek, “You want me to leave you a drippy mess, let all this cream go to waste? I know how much you like getting hit down here.” Once again, the edge of the wood touches your nub delicately, “You love it, baby. That’s why you’re grinding against the paddle.”
You didn’t even notice until he said it, your hips moving on their own accord. Streams of pleasure soar through your veins, bleeding euphoria into your brain as they expose your deepest desires. You wanted this, you wanted it just as bad as him.
That didn’t stop the shame, though darkly, it only made you more eager.
“Fucking slut, you going dumb already?” He mocks, “I can only imagine how slutty you are when you’re in heat—bet you’d fuck anything just to get off. Tell me, baby, you have toys in your dorm?”
You weakly nod and moan when he meets your grinds, his gifted bulge digs into your side. “Y-Yes, daddy.”
Steve’s mind is overcome with visions of you withering and sweating on your bed, possibly in a little nest with a one-track mind. If he closes his eyes, he can see you riding a silicone cock, stretching your tight hole while your slick drips down your legs. He would bet you love riding your pillow too. “Poor omega, all alone for your heat. Do you know how much better it is with someone else? With an alpha?” He grunts, “You going to let me help you out next time?”
You can feel your high approaching once more and you answer without any hesitation, “Please, fuck, want your knot, need it so bad.”
You whine as he pulls the paddle away, your sound cut off by a squeak as he spanks you once and twice in quick succession.
“Maybe after this, you’ll be better and listen to me.” He marvels at your slick shining against your skin, gathering at your tight hole and pouring out before his eyes. His mouth waters, “And not disrespect me in front of everyone—stupid little girl, that attitude could get you into a whole lot of trouble.”
A hand runs down your spine, then shoves your dress higher, the paddle making contact with your sore ass even harder than the last, a slap echoing through the bedroom. “Don’t worry, daddy’s here and I won’t be mean unless you deserve it.” Maybe that was half a lie, but you didn’t need to know that now. “I’m going to let you cum this time, I missed you so much, missed this pretty fuckhole. God, should’ve just fucked you last time, huh? Knotted you in that little uniform and locked you up in here.”
You try to move your hips for some release, but you’re only met with air.
“I know you want it, sweet girl, and you’ll get it soon.” He rasps, his fingers press into your gland as your bones almost turn to liquid, completely slack and in his care. “Don’t even know if I’ll fit in this little hole—I’ll have to hold you down and force it in.”
You whimper at that, your body pleads for him, crying out in every way for relief, but this is punishment.
You don’t deserve his cock right now, and it makes you more upset than your crushed pride.
He continues to spank you, hard enough to embed his name into your soft flesh. He wants you branded, owned. “Think about it, legacy, my big cock spreading you open, you’ll cry those pretty tears and it’ll hurt so good—but you’ll take it, right?”
“I—”
“You’ll take it or I’ll tie you down and make you.” Another hard spank makes you cry out loudly, shouting his name as he doesn’t stop and repeats it, this time, more directed towards your pussy. “You’re going to be my little cockslut, take me whenever I want, wherever I want, and you’re going to love it.”
He’ll do anything as he pleases.
“Steve!” You scream as the burning tingles bloom from your core, vibrating your whole body, you can feel your juices smear down your thighs.
“You’re mine, don’t you ever forget that.” His voice drops, so gravelly you almost don’t recognize it. He focuses the next spank on your pussy, cursing at the strings of your arousal connecting you to the paddle. “This fuckhole has been mine since you stepped foot in this house, and I’ll spank it if I want. That’s a promise.”
“You’ll never even think about hitting me again,” It’s ironic as he lands another swat on your sensitive centre, your moans increasing in volume and undoubtedly audible from downstairs, “Aw, am I being mean, sweetheart?” He coos. “Answer me.”
“Yes!”
“Good.” He answers short, bringing the paddle to your face, “Lick it.”
You surge forward as he shoves three fingers into your cunt. As you clean your slick from the paddle, Steve doesn’t know where to look. His eyes bounce between your sweet pussy taking his thick fingers, to your greedy mouth drinking down your juices like a whore.
“That’s enough. A few more and you can come.” He rubs your clit a final time before taking his digits in his mouth, swirling them around his tongue as your taste takes over his senses. “You’re going to wake up with your pussy in my mouth.”
In a matter of moments, the sheets below you are soaked with your saliva and some tears. The comforter is clenched between your teeth as drool seeps into the material, every swat pushes you forward and makes your legs flail. He’s relentless on your throbbing cunt, every cry of yours urges him on, he wants you louder so everyone knows exactly who you belong to.
And that whatever happened downstairs will never occur again.
You stay exactly where you are, bent over Steve’s lap as he spanks you with one of his fraternity paddles. He manhandles you and spreads your folds as your face digs deeper into his bed, “Cum for me, omega.”
You squirt as the paddle swats your cunt, your juices spurting out and down your legs as he ruthlessly continues the torment, prolonging your high. Filthy noises dance among your pathetic mewls, your shuddering body twitching over his thighs as the pressure on your belly makes you a little lightheaded.
“Fuck, that’s it. Good girl,” He rubs the edge on your nub, like he’s bullying it, “Show me how much you missed me.”
As you catch your breath, Steve hoists you up and captures you in a kiss. It’s messy and hungry, his guttural groans flow into your mouth. When he pulls away, you’re standing in the middle of his room with a string of saliva between you, he turns you to face the mirror. “Isn’t it pretty, baby?”
You gasp, the bumps over your ass are more noticeable with the shadows. Your cunt weeps between your thighs, humming with little shocks of your high. Even when you try to move, a throbbing blooms through your body, and you wince as he traces over his name. It’s repeated over your skin, and every stroke of his fingers makes your knees buckle, but he keeps you standing with an arm around your waist.
“You made me so proud.”
“R-Really?” You sniffle.
Steve hums, nuzzling your cheek, “So proud, sweet omega. See what happens when you don’t listen?” He kisses your gland, suckling. “Did you learn your lesson?”
You sink into that abyss and his hold, you’re lax as his smell surrounds you. “Yes, daddy. I’m sorry.”
“I forgive you, baby.”
When you fall asleep, he spreads ointment over your sore cheeks and probably spends too long admiring his protruding name on your skin. He covers you up and forces himself to keep his distance. He fists his cock in his desk chair, those skimpy white panties in his mouth as he cums, the base of his dick was swollen the moment you bent over his lap.
He doesn’t go downstairs again that night. Only calling Johnny for some water and snacks before he pulls you into his arms, also nude under the sheets.
This, the feeling of your skin against his and your breath fanning over his chest, is what he’s longed for.
And, he most definitely fulfilled his promise the next morning and his fraternity brothers and passed-out party goers got a lewd wakeup call.
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𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: and here it is ! this chapter was way longer than I predicted, hence the very late upload, but I do love this verse and the characters. I can't wait to explore more of this world and the dynamics !! the main pairing will always be Steve x reader, maybe a blurb in the future with another frat member, but I'm pretty sure it won't be in the main story. I'm also going to make a meet-the-characters post so there's something to keep track on, bc I have many hehe. Oh, and for the next part, I hope you all bring your school spirit bc we're heading to Howard College's football game !
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I NEED MORE I AM FROTHING AT THE MOUNT MOUTH
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ʚ♰ɞ 𝟑. 𝐒𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐫
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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dads best friend!Chris Evans x camgirl!reader, friends-with-benefits!Ransom Drysdale x camgirl!reader
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | fluff, AGE GAP, spending a rich man’s money (mhm), SMUT - minors DNI, sexting/nudes, choking (not really?), fingering, daddy kink, dirty talk, degradation, dumification, protected sex (p in v), anal (a little thumb action), spitting, manhandling, rough but sweet sex, threesome (mentioned), oral (m), squirting, facial, after-sex sextape, jealousy, possessive (petty) behaviour
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𝗔/𝗡 | this is ch.3 of holy grail !! here comes dbf!chris evans, a new neighbour and then some jealousy. I’ve missed this story and can’t wait to start on the next part ! No gifs/photos belong to me, found bottom ones on Pinterest [1 | 2 | 3] all credits go to the original creators. All mistakes are my own.
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Ransom: Oh, so you’re ignoring me now? After all the orgasms I’ve so graciously gifted you?
Aren’t you at work?
Ransom: Lunch break.
Ransom: Are you alone?
“Babe, are you okay in there?”
You meet your reflection, blinking at the thin bralette covering your breasts—barely, considering it was mostly constructed with lace and sheer fabric. Once it gets wet, it will cling to you like a second skin.
“Are you sure that this is a bikini?”
Natasha sighs from the other side of the door, “yes, it was right next to the display.”
“I think it’s lingerie.” You reach for the bottoms, cursing lowly, “this is a thong, Nat, what the hell?"
“Just come out with the top then, I still want to see.”
You button up your pants and slowly exit the fitting room. Peeking around the corner as your friend asks for you to stand in better lighting.
Your father’s fiancée comes out too, her hair in a loose ponytail as her gaze falls on you, “I love that colour on you. It brings out your eyes.” Carol gleams, spinning you by your shoulders, “My ex had something like this, she wore it to pool parties under a coverup.”
Your jaw nearly drops to the floor, but Natasha is better at schooling her reaction. Just a twitch in her cheek.
“Oh, your father didn’t tell you? We met when I took a spontaneous trip—intending to heal my broken heart.” The blond laughs lightly, surveying her reflection, the blue dress swaying by her hips. “Look, I know there’s an obvious age gap between your father and me, but I do love him.”
“He didn’t tell me anything.” Your phone dings in the changing room, “Has he mentioned any of his ex’s to you?”
“Yeah. I didn’t let him take me to bed until he came clean, I knew there was something up.”
You gag, “A simple yes would have sufficed.”
“There are major positives of having a young step-mom.” Carol slinks behind her fitting room door before returning with a card, “I convinced your father to take Chris’ offer of funding this shopping spree…”
“Are you trying to buy me?” The words fly out before you can even think. Your eyes widen, “I mean—”
“No, I’m not trying to buy you.” Carol snorts playfully, “I will earn your respect, even though you already have mine.”
Natasha glances between you both, the silent observer when you know she’s more than that. “I’m in favour of spending the rich guy’s cash, god knows he has more than enough to spare.”
Carol cheers, “Great! There’s a boutique I think you’ll both love, it’s got your style and hers.” She gestures to Natasha’s fishnets and black leather boots. “And mine too. We’ll head there after we check out, I think I need a different size dress.” She turns to find an employee while you face Natasha.
“You’re a good judge of character, what do you think?”
“Honestly?”
“Honestly.”
“I think she’s cool.” The redhead shrugs, “She’s funny, not easily offended, and is determined to be your friend—and mine too, I’ll lose my mind if I don’t find someone other than you.”
You slap her arm, “shut up.”
“I thought you liked getting degraded.”
“You know what? I’m going to change and forget you even said that.” You shut the door as she calls out, “just because you forget it doesn’t make it untrue!”
A slew of texts pops up on your phone screen, the majority from a certain playboy.
Ransom: I miss my pussy and I know she misses me too.
Ransom: My assistant forgot my lunch, can I eat you instead?
Ransom: Okay, that was bad.
Ransom: I think I’m actually losing my mind.
Ransom: Just one picture and I’ll buy your groceries for a week.
Do you mean you’ll live in my apartment for a week and order food?
Ransom: You know me so well, baby. Now, be my good girl and send me something.
There was also one from a new number:
Unknown: Your father and I are heading back soon, do you girls need a ride?
We’re still shopping, I don’t know when we’ll be done.
Chris: Okay, sweetheart, just let me know and I’ll send a car over.
Another message appears, a dark photo of Ransom’s hand over a bulge in his pants, a piece of cotton crumpled in his fist.
Ransom: Do you remember these?
Have you had them this whole time?
Ransom: Duh, I bought them.
You’re a dick
Ransom: For you, I’d be anything.
You giggle and contemplate for a moment, then shake away those vague concerns, it was just flirtatious, cunning and captivating Ransom. Nothing more, nothing less.
Chris: Your father and I are going to start dinner, any special requests?
Ransom: Still waiting on that picture, sweet girl…
A warmth flutters in your chest as you yank down your pants and pose in front of the mirror. Arching your back and pulling down the bralette, you snap a quick photo and send it off.
Chris: That’s a pleasant surprise. I’ll add that to the collection.
You blink once, then twice, then squeeze your eyes shut in hopes you’re just seeing things that aren’t real—but it is, and it’s glowing on your phone. Right in the chat with your father’s best friend is your nude.
A payment notification appears at the top of your screen, a familiar username and a greeting with your first name.
New notification! 81Robert sent $50.00
81Robert: I’m already so used to paying for intimate treats like that. I don’t want to break my streak…
“Babe, did the bra get stuck on your tits? What’s taking so long?”
“N-Nothing!” You tear off the bralette, not ripping it thankfully. You quickly get dressed again,
Another payment comes in, this time it’s double.
81Robert: Buy yourself something for a show. Make sure it’s crotchless.
81Robert: Oh, and we’re having lasagna. Come back soon.
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Water drips from your skin as you walk across the porch. Carol and Natasha lounge on the floaties in the pool, sunglasses over their eyes as they converse. After drying your feet, you step through the french doors. You head straight for the fridge and sift through the shelves.
“That isn’t the bikini I bought you.”
Your jump and squeak, putting a hand over your chest. “Asshole.”
“What was that?”
You exhale deeply from your nose. You’re still confused and partly irked that Chris bluntly exposed the truth. He wasn’t hiding it either, openly leering at you and licking his lips. Whenever he’s walking past you, his hands trail down your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake, but if anything, you’ve leaned into his touch. Encouraging him with returned stares and putting on a show as you relaxed by the pool.
He’s been watching you—for how long? When did he find out? How did he find out? At least you’re positive he hasn’t told your father, because then you’d be interrogated for hours. Who knows what your father would do.
“Where’s the sparkling wine?”
“The cellar. I can show you.”
Soon enough, you’re tucked away with Chris. The cellar is a few doors from the kitchen, past the formal living room and office. Black shelves and cubbies stocked with different drinks, varying in size and colour. The glasses shine as the light switches on, illuminating the abstract painting on the wall above a collection of liquor from across the world.
Chris beelines for the far corner as you follow quietly. His swimming shorts hang low, and his tank top outlines his body. “I heard you on the phone this morning. Was your boyfriend checking on you?”
“Ransom isn’t my boyfriend.”
“Ransom.” He repeats, taking his sweet time reading the labels on the bottles. “Now that I think of it, that name sounds familiar… Oh, in that one video where you were screaming his name.”
You would have expected he'd see that.
You cross your arms, “He’s my fuck buddy, friends-with-benefits, whatever you want to call it.”
“So, it isn’t a relationship?”
You huff, not appreciating the grilling or whatever he was doing. Repeating to yourself, it isn’t any of his business, none of my private life is. You wouldn’t admit it, but it’s also because you didn’t know the answer either.
“Why do you care?”
Chris chuckles, “What happened to the sweet angel who begged for her daddy? She isn’t soft anymore, huh? Or, she just hasn’t been fucked dumb in a while.” He moves fast, pulling you against his body and pinning you against the counter. “I think it’s obvious why I care.” He breathes, towering over you as his hand lands on your hip, fingers tugging on the string of your bikini bottoms, “I’d like to finish what I started last time.”
You can see the thickness of his eyelashes framing his blues, and the slight dip and bump of his nose. Delicate fingers pierce into your hips as he presses flush against you. He says something, but you aren’t listening, instead, you’re admiring the contrast from his plump pink lips to his pale skin and thick beard.
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Fingers snap in front of your face as Natasha quirks a brow, “Hello? I’ve been talking to you for five minutes.”
You shift, the towel slipping from your shoulders, “Huh?”
Her eyes fall to your chest, your wet bikini top cupping your breasts firmly, but a little mark catches her attention. “Is that a hickey?”
With lightning speed, you secure the towel again. Peering across the porch as your father, Carol and Chris chat by the grill. The barbeque smell wafting to your nose. “Can you say it any louder?”
Her mouth falls open in a smile, “you bitch, what happened?”
After kissing the life out of you while fingering you against the counter and making you soak his hand, he asked if you brought any toys, which you didn’t.
“Shame… I’d like to use a few on you. But I did promise you a special present for being a good girl during that show. What do you want?” Chris asked, trailing his fingers along your wet cunt, “Money to treat yourself… some toys or you need tuition money?” He smirks as you whimper softly, hands clenching his shoulders, “How about a new train ticket so you can stay a little longer?”
You shiver, “I-I have school and work.”
Chris hums absentmindedly, listening to the wet noises coming from between your legs, “I don’t mind.”
You glare at him.
“I’m kidding, baby, you’re cute when you’re grumpy.”
Now, sitting here at the table in Chris’ backyard, you’re helping yourself to the fresh food. You’re half-listening to your father and Carol talk about their upcoming cruise, something about couples getaway. Feeling a heavy gaze, you look up. Green eyes are locked on you, Natasha pulls a face as she nods towards Chris.
A silent, I can’t believe you.
She was in as much disbelief as you and you knew she wanted to ask dozens of more questions, thirsty for the details of your abrupt escapade, but now wasn’t the time. Not with everyone so gleeful and calm, and blissfully oblivious.
“How long have you known?”
Chris looks away, his brows furrowed, “What month is it?—oh, almost a year.”
A year. Your father’s best friend has been watching you perform, and has been a loyal fan for almost a year.
“Why? Can’t find anyone your own age, old man?” You taunt. “Felt lonely, daddy?”
Chris laughs, patting over your tingling mound. “Can’t find anyone like you. Came home one day from a trip, and I saw a familiar face trending on a site I frequented. And, what do you know? That angel is my best friend’s daughter—and she’s fucking some dude and screaming his name. When all I got in her was a finger or two.” He says, “After everything I’ve done for her, is that how I deserve to be treated?”
Chris had played his cards right, flawlessly bringing you closer with his magnetic pull. And fully conscious, you have a choice, to follow the script he had in his head or you could leave.
You stifle your giggle and turn around, only to be yanked back in this chest, one arm hooks around your waist as the other is snug against your neck. He doesn’t apply pressure, just keeps you there with his bicep against your throat.
“Baby, I want you to think carefully about your next move.” His breath fans across your cheeks.
“What if I don’t?”
“Then you’ll have to go out there in this awful excuse of a bathing suit with a bruised ass. Does that appeal to you?”
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It’s the final day of your trip. You and Natasha had slept in and decided to spend the final hours lounging by the pool. Carol and your father were cooking a late lunch, Chris was somewhere else—you hadn’t seen him since the previous night when he retreated to bed early. It was a silent invitation directed to you that you would have taken if Carol hadn’t wanted to stargaze and begged you to stay up.
Today, the sun peers through the trees, a light breeze ghosts over your skin as Natasha soaks in your words. “Holy fuck, that’s so hot. Good for you, babe, getting some while we’re here.”
“Can you stop?” Heat rises to your cheeks as you splash her.
She grabs your wrist, rubbing your hand on her stomach. “Rub off some of that luck, I need it for my horrible online dating record.”
You burst into laughter, “Fine! Take some!” You push up, the floatie sinking into the water as you flip hers over. She squeals, disappearing under the blue before popping up with hair all over her face.
She opens one eye, “Oh, you want to play? You of all people should know just how rough I can be—” She’s cut off as you splash her again, she sputters and shoves the floatie to the side before lunging at you.
Now, the sun has lowered behind the trees slightly, a dark blue painting the sky behind the white clouds, the golden rays reflecting off the pool. It’s a beautiful view, but it isn’t the one that has your attention.
You gulp, watching the water drip down his body as he shakes out his hair. Muscles shifting under his taut skin, inked with tattoos. His chain sticks to his chest, nestled between his pecs dusted with dark hair. Finally reaching his swimming trunks, you audibly whine, the budge so vividly visible, you can’t look away.
Chris smirks, lazily drying with a towel. “Do you mind helping me make more lemonade?”
You look over your shoulder, Natasha lying on the lounger with her glasses drawn low as she smirks. She covers her face with the magazine and winks, doing a quick blowjob motion before shutting the magazine. She goes towards your dad and Carol, “My parents went on a couples cruise once, they had the best time and make plans to go every year for their anniversary!”
“Oh, yeah? Which one?”
Their voices get more distant as you follow after Chris, your bathing suit is mostly dry in contrast to his. Entering the kitchen, you stand by the door, “Where’s the—” you avert your eyes from him adjusting himself, “the pitcher?”
���The cabinet beside the fridge.”
You bend down, searching through the various containers and Tupperware, coming up empty. Your heart beats against your chest as footsteps draw closer, and hands land on your hips. Suddenly, the knot is undone, your bikini bottoms fall to the ground.
“What happened to the bikini I got you?”
You stand up, “My friend, uh, took it.”
“You let them, with a gift like that?” His voice lowers in disappointment. He gropes your ass, then cups your mound, only then do you notice his fingers are wet.
You shudder, leaning against the counter and spreading your thighs. His digits slide between your folds, seeking your little nub. “He wouldn’t give it back.”
“Let me guess, Ransom?” He finds the bundle, rubbing it slowly, spreading your slick. He doesn’t drag it out much longer, slipping two fingers into your hole. Working them in and out, reaching that little rough patch instantly as you cry out, he covers your mouth, “We should take this upstairs if you can’t be quiet.”
You fall against his mattress, not even ogling at the furniture and size of his bedroom. Too caught up in Chris and his lips against yours, he groans into your mouth, rutting against your hot centre. Your top and his shorts are flung somewhere across the room.
He moves fast, eager and enthusiastic. Big hands gripping your soft parts, as his heavy cock nudges your tight hole. You gasp as the head catches, barely sinking in before he pulls away. “Wait,” Chris takes a foil packet from his dresser and tears it open. He slips on the latex and catches sight of your pout, he tuts. “You wanted me bare?”
You grasp his broad shoulders. Hips thrusting up as the top of cock just barely touches your tummy. “I wanted you to fill me up, daddy. Wanted it for so long.”
His heavy breath mingles with yours as he moves over you again, twisting your nipple before taking it between his lips. He suckles the nub, as he stretches you open with his fingers, “Can’t do that if you’re still banging your friend.”
“We’re both clean, we get tested regularly.” You squirm, weakly meeting his motions.
“But does he sleep with anyone else?”
You open your mouth to answer but find yourself unable to. You don’t even know if Ransom has hooked up with anyone else—would he even have time to find someone else when he’s always blowing up your phone and showing up to your apartment?
Maybe.
You want to say no, but can’t be certain.
Chris pulls out his digits, shoving them into your mouth, groaning as you clean your juices. Then, he caresses your cheek with his wet fingers. “I’ll tell you what, the next time I see you and if you’re a good girl, I’ll fill you up, cum in this little pussy until you’re leaking. But now, you’re going to let me cum on your face, got it?”
You almost lose yourself as he breaches your tightness. The thick girth spreads you wide, making your ankles lock behind his back. He shushes you softly, spitting down on your pussy and leaning forward, sending his dick deeper until he’s balls deep. Your cunt weeps, taking everything he has to offer.
Chris grunts as you move your hips, his eyes glued to your centre already dripping on the sheets, “Look at that little pussy—those videos don’t do you justice, baby.”
He falls forward, pinning you to the bed with your wrists in one hand. He nuzzles your neck, kissing along your sweaty skin as he starts thrusting, “Fuck, that’s it, you want to be filled up all the time, huh? Stupid of you not to bring any toys, don’t you feel dumb?”
You nod desperately. Your walls clench around him, the head of his cock reaching so deep that you lose your breath as he builds speed and strength. His sack slaps against your wetness, the lewd sound filling the room and your mind. You arch your back, trying to meet his pumps but you give up immediately, too fucked out already.
Chris chuckles darkly. “Pretty girl, I knew you’d get like this—going cock drunk already?”
You soak in his presence, helplessly nodding. God, you’ve been wanting this for so long, you’ve wanted him. As Chris captures your lips in his, moving to hold one of your hands and set your other one free. You realize how much you missed this, the pleasure, the intimacy.
Ransom was right.
Your fingers knot in the hair at the nape of his neck, forcing him away as you gasp for air. He lets you catch your breath, his pounds unrelenting and the headboard bangs against the wall. Chris dips to kiss you again, not before spitting into your mouth.
Suddenly, he draws back. Manhandling you onto your tummy, keeping you flat on the mattress before sinking back into your pussy. He moans gutturally, massaging the globes of your ass, “Under different circumstances and if we had the time, I’d fill up all your holes. I know how much you love cum, huh, dann baby?”
“So much, daddy. Love it so much.” Your voice is muffled by the pillow, your nails dig into the fluff as he rams into you, forcing you a few inches up.
“Fucking little cumdump, daddy’s dumb little cumrag.” Chris’ hand collides with your ass, “You don’t know how many times I’ve got off thinking about you like this. Taking my cock like a fucking slut, until you’re just a pretty mess.”
He turns your head until your cheek is against the pillow. Silent tears slip down your skin as he pounds your cunt, your cream coating his length down to his balls. He spears into your poor pussy, the tip hitting your cervix every thrust. Your pathetic whimpers flow over the banging of the bed and his heaving breaths.
Chris’ beard is rough against your face, he kisses your cheek and down to your neck. “Gotta be quiet, baby, the window is open.”
You struggle to sit up and he’s right, the window that was facing the backyard, just above the deck, was wide open. A high-pitched whine escapes your throat when he presses to the hilt, filling you to the brim with his length. Your thighs quiver under him, arms failing before you faceplant in the pillows again.
He stills, and you can hear the faint sound of the radio playing outside, along with voices.
“Let’s hope your friend is good at keeping your dad and his fiancée company.”
You cover your mouth, and crane your neck, your unfocused eyes meeting his. The blue is dark, heavy lashes brushing against his red cheeks, his lips stretched in a smirk. Your gaze travels to his body, down his tattoos that contrast against his pale, flushed skin. His muscles ripple under each movement. He works you like that, watching your ass bounce against his hips, spreading your cheeks to spit on your ass and your cunt. Getting you filthy.
“Sweet girl, you’re doing so good for me. Keeping that mouth shut—but your cunt is so fucking wet, you hear that?” He punctuates his words with a series of harsh thrusts, the wet squelching filling the room. “Fucking slut, so wet for daddy, yeah?”
His shaft forces your juices out, dripping down your thighs and marking the sheets below you. “You feel even better than I dreamt.” He sighs and rubs the back of your neck, those magical fingers putting pressure on another knot. It would almost be romantic if he weren’t fucking your brains out and making you weep.
He grinds against your ass, his heavy balls slapping your throbbing clit. Your high approaches, as you whimper and drool on the pillow, clenching the sheets in your fists. His fat cock spreads your pussy, making you feel every vein along your walls. You try to meet his pounds, but Chris pins you down on your belly, straddling your ass as it ripples against his hips. “Stay there, yeah, just like that.”
“D-Daddy, my—”
“Hm?” His hands help you move your head, now lying on your cheek but you still can’t see his face. “You okay, sweetheart?”
You nod, taking a deep inhale. “Good, daddy, so good.”
He spreads your ass, spitting down. The salvia lands on your puckered hole, he groans, watching it drip to your cunt. “Yeah, I’m tearing you apart, huh? This little pussy is crying all over my bed.”
“I’m s-sorry, ah!” You squeal as his thumb barely dips into your other hole, it’s wet and circles your rim.
“I’ve watched you take two toy cocks before—” He spits again, the sheer sound making your back arch. Chris rams into your poor cunt, sending tingles to your clit, “one here, and another here,” he presses his thumb into your ass again, hooking it inside. “You ever think of taking two real cocks, baby?”
You hum, and nod weakly, looking over your shoulder to try to meet his eyes. “It gets me so wet, daddy.”
“Yeah, gets you fucking soaked, huh? My best girl loves being fucked—if you really want it, I’ll pull a few strings, get you another gift.”
God, you want that.
“Look at that poor pussy,” He traces your hole, feeling how stretched you are. “You gonna cum for me, baby? Give daddy that cream?”
You cry out a weak yes, toes curling as he hits your spot again and again. “Daddy, daddy, daddy, I, uh! Pl-Please, please—”
“I know, baby. Feels good, huh?” He moves you on your knees and reaches down, his big hand sliding to where you’re both connected. He rubs your nub softly, petting you as his thrusts become harder, faster.
You can’t even speak, only make noises, pitiful and dirty as your orgasm builds.
Chris groans lowly, kissing along your neck, breathing in your scent. “Yeah, daddy knows, baby. I know. Cum for me, want to feel you soak my cock, c’mon.” He continues saying the most filthy things, all of which you can’t hear as your high topples over. Sending you into a convulsing mess, squirting all over his girth. You beg for his cum in nonsense, twitching under his final thrusts, as your legs nearly go numb.
Chris pulls out, takes off the condom. You’re in a daze as he flips you over and shuffles up the bed, fisting his cock inches from your face as your mouth falls open. He curses through clenched teeth, his cum spurts from his bulbous tip and covers your face. Some white strands land on your tongue, but most coat your heated skin.
“How about a picture? Smile for the camera, angel.”
Still coming down from your high, you close your eyes, smiling with your tongue out to show the cum.
“How about a little video?”
“Please, daddy.”
Chris smirks, aiming the phone on your pretty face, and rubs his cock on your tongue, tracing the sensitive head through his seed before slapping your cheeks with it. Getting you all messy. He smears it over your lips, growling when you sneakily suckle on the tip.
He grips his cock, jerking it slowly. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl. Daddy’s angel, spread open, your face covered in cum.”
You hum, swirling your tongue around the head. “Yes, daddy. I’m your little cumslut.” You look directly in the camera and replace his hand. Your fingertips don’t meet, his thick girth makes your pussy throb. You spit over the tip and suck his balls, moaning as you taste yourself. You wanted him again and again until you couldn’t walk.
“Mhm. How about that special gift, baby? Have you thought of anything yet?”
You glance at the clock, then meet his eyes. “Can I ride you, daddy?”
As you get into the car, Natasha throws over your bikini bottoms, “You can thank me with a night out, full of dancing and lots of drinks that you’ll be paying for.”
Mortified, you tuck it into your bag. Glancing at the driver as he faces forward, before you turn back to the house. Your father and Carol wave happily, arms hooked as they send you both off. Your eyes fall behind them where Chris stands, his shorts hanging low, plaid shirt half-buttoned and exposing his chest, a few marks scattered along his abdomen. Shameless, devilishly handsome, and smug as hell—practically emitting pride.
As he should, he just fucked you until you passed out. Then, your father started searching the house, calling your name. After a halfhearted excuse that you had taken a nap, you rushed to your bedroom, quickly hopping in the shower before finishing packing your clothes, most of which you didn’t even wear. But you liked to have options, there was nothing wrong with that.
On the way back, you post a new video. Raw footage of you fingering yourself in the little cabin on the train, covering your mouth with one hand while the other works at your creamy hole. A payment comes in from Chris after that.
New notification! 81Robert sent $50.00
81Robert: I should’ve just cum in you.
You text him back:
I told you, daddy. Won’t you give me what I want next time?
Chris: Anything for you, baby. Have a safe trip back.
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When you arrive at your building, you’re almost a walking zombie. Half delirious at the hands of a clearly talented man, and half asleep from the nap you took in the Uber ride back. Natasha was already at home, having been dropped off before you since you both carpooled. As the bell rings and you step out of the elevator, a loud crash makes you jump a foot in the air.
“Shit!”
You walk around the corner, following the loud curses as they bring you closer to your apartment. Your bags drag behind you as your legs slightly tremble.
“Well, there goes the essentials.” The light-haired man is bent over, grey hoodie clinging to his body as he slowly picks up the shattered beer bottles with his bare hands.
“Beer is essential?”
He snorts, “Of course, if you’re looking for a good time—” His words cut as he stands to his full height, his sweater is half-zipped, showing off his tanned skin and built physique, “—unless you’re not into that, then this beer definitely is not mine.”
You giggle and the man smiles widely, holding out a hand, “I’m Colin. I'm moving in.” Looking down, he realizes he was giving you the hand filled with glass, he drops it and wipes his hands on his jeans. “I’ll clean that later but as my mother says, always be a gentleman, so it’s very nice to meet you.” His blue eyes sparkle with something you can’t put a finger on, but you brush it off.
Politely, you shake his hand and tell him your name. “I didn’t know we were getting a new neighbour.”
“Well, my friend, your neighbour is slowly but surely moving in with his girlfriend. He still owns the place but is letting me rent it out. I’ve been couch surfing since I cut it off with a chick I was seeing.”
“That’s unfortunate.” You frown, “Can’t be good for your back either.” You glance at the busted box of beer, about half of the bottles remained and the others were split and scattered on the floor.
“Yeah, she was deadweight, thrilled to be done with that.”
You blink at him, before turning to your door to unlock it.
Colin slaps his forehead, “Oh, you were talking about couch surfing—yeah, yeah, I was starting to feel like I’m fifty. Glad to have an actual bed now.” He leans against the wall, “For sleeping, and other things…”
You ignore his last comment and offer to help take care of the mess. After tucking away your bags and between his sly flirting, you and Colin clean the floorboards as best you can, but alas, it’s seeped between the slabs and the hall smells like cleaning products and beer.
You invite Colin in since Wanda is nowhere to be found. As tired as you were, you didn’t want to be alone right now. You and your new neighbour relax on the couch. A random movie playing on the television as you share the last of the beer because according to Colin, it was “a payment for your services.”
Soon enough, an hour goes by while you mindlessly talk and get to know each other, Colin was easy to talk to and you were trying to show some hospitality. Especially since he was going to be right on the other wall of your bedroom, perhaps if you started a friendship, he wouldn’t mind the inevitable loud moans and whimpers.
“Did you live with that girl you were seeing?”
Colin reclines on the couch, his hoodie is fully unzipped now. You can’t help but glance whenever he looks away—god, you were insatiable today. “She was my roommate's sister.”
You wince. “That’s messy.”
His arm swings over the back of the couch as he turns to you, and shrugs. “It’s ironic because he was a slob anyway. I’m relieved to be away from them.”
“Was it a rough breakup?” You ask, feeling more relaxed after every sip, the condensation of the bottle makes your fingers wet.
The television screen highlights his face, his cheekbones looking more defined. “If you could call it that. We were never official. I don’t do relationships.” Colin’s eyes widened, “I mean, I wasn’t into that ‘relationship.’ I do relationships… just not, uh, that one. She was jealous as hell.”
You nod in understanding. Of course, jealousy could be toxic but it could also be extremely hot. The gritty desire and greed, some of your most exciting hookups with Ransom were when one of you was feeling a little green.
“Do you classify watching porn as cheating?” Colin surges up as you choke, he pats your back and looks at you concerned. “Are you okay?”
Setting down the bottle, you nod and wipe your mouth.
He leans back, but leaves his arm around your shoulder, suddenly closer than before. You smell the beer on his breath. “The girl I was seeing caught me watching some but he didn’t dump me right then. She just started acting possessive and annoying. Then, I saw the nursery magazines she left in my bedroom. I had to call that shit off.”
As you process his words and try to figure out how to advise without sounding blatantly judgemental, the front door clicks. It swings open, banging on the wall. Ransom strolls in, arms full of takeout and a discrete black paper bag hanging from his wrist.
Okay, he certainly appears whenever I think of him, it’s happened far too often to be a coincidence.
One of these days, the doorknob will put a hole straight through the wall. And the last time you scolded Ransom about it, he talked about intentionally creating a gloryhole. A true artist always creates—they can’t help it, was the philosophical bullshit he spewed out.
His eyes land on you, then follow up the arm around your shoulders to your neighbour. He kicks the door shut, keeping his gaze trained on the stranger as he locks it. “Who’s that?”
You almost cover your face in embarrassment. With the audacity of this man to waltz into your apartment, and disregard your visitor, you can practically taste the bitterness in his tone. “Hi, Ran. Sure you can come over. This is Colin, my new neighbour.”
“If you didn’t want me to drop by spontaneously—”
“—randomly.”
“—then you shouldn’t have given me a key, darling.”
Colin doesn’t bother to school his expression, the corner of his lip quirks as he recognizes the man begrudgingly talking about the takeout he brought. As you sift through the bags, your mouth already watering, Ransom’s blank stare lands on Colin again.
“Oh! I thought this place closed down?”
“For renovations, baby, they’re open again.” Ransom answers.
You allow the tension to melt away, not wanting to ruin the night, or kick out your neighbour. If Ransom wanted alone time, he could have texted you beforehand, he already blows up your phone as it is. “Colin, do you want to stay for dinner?”
“Sure. It’s not like I have other plans, anyway.”
“Are you sure about that?” Ransom sits on your other side, smoothly wrapping an arm around your waist as you spread out the food.
Colin scans the man’s expensive bracelet and ring, and it only further solidifies his assumptions. That great video playing on the walls of his mind as you plate everyone’s food.
He’d recognize those hands anywhere. They were wrapped around your neck half of the time and spent a great deal inside of you. Those close-ups were fantastic, he came across your Twitter one night and was subscribed to all your socials by three in the morning.
Today just keeps getting better, Colin thinks as he compliments Ransom’s choice of dinner, earning nothing but a lame you’re welcome. Maybe he’s an asshole for being thankful things ended with that chick. Calling it off with her was insanely worth it, because now he was your neighbour.
The world works in magical ways. Not always cruel, or kind, but odd enough to throw curveballs of good fortune when it’s least expected.
Time passes by slowly like molasses. Between Ransom’s backhanded comments directed towards your neighbour, and Colin’s lighthearted, seemingly unaffected replies, you were losing your mind. These two men just met and were already acting like they had some bloodline rivalry—you force yourself to focus on the movie before you.
But Ransom speaks again, “I thought only deadbeat dads moved to these apartments.”
You whip around affronted, face confronted.
Ransom grabs your hand, kissing your knuckles gently. “Not you, baby, of course. You’re too pretty to be a deadbeat.”
“Actually, I’m here to escape a crazy stalker and ex-fling. Got tired of her showing up unannounced.”
You face him, confused, “You didn’t mention that.”
Colin scoots closer, “oh yeah, she dropped by wherever I was crashing for the night. Either starting an argument or wanting to work things out.”
“You should work things out then.” Ransom’s tone is stiff, “Seems like you’re the kind of guy who needs stability.”
“Eh, there was nothing to sort out. No need to waste time or energy.” Colin swiftly replies, “I wish some people would just know when to give up too… You’re throwing away all of this effort fighting what?” He wasn’t even talking to you anymore, his words directed to the man on your other side. “A war that doesn’t exist, seems like a lack of understanding to me.”
Ransom scowls.
You last ten minutes before Ransom and Colin’s passive-aggressiveness gets too much, because the rich playboy on your right decides to add innuendoes—you can’t take it anymore. You head to the bathroom to change into something more comfortable. Leaving the two men alone in your living room, the credits of the movie rolling on the television screen.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but sitting on this couch is the closest you’ll ever get to her cunt.”
Colin cackles, head thrown back and hand over his chest. “Oh, god! You’re quite the character.” He raises his eyebrows, “You think I’ll steal your not-girlfriend?”
Ransom rolls his eyes, “She’s my fuck buddy and I’d rather not catch whatever fungus is growing on your balls.”
Colin shrugs, unimpressed. “You know, that video of you both is on Twitter? Like clips of it are posted on a few porn pages—that’s how I found her.”
“You use Twitter for porn?”
“You don’t?” The other man whistles. “Haven’t heard good things about other websites, and I’d rather not support any of that. Contracts, model treatment and salaries, shit like that.”
Ransom is quiet for a few moments, picking at a loose thread on his sweater. “I haven’t watched anyone but her in a long time.”
Colin does an off-stage whisper to no one. “Obsessed much?”
Ransom finds himself rolling his eyes a lot in this idiot’s presence.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding—I think we’re going to be great friends. Especially since you’re here quite often. You’re not bad, Ransom, just an asshole, but hey, aren’t we all?” The brunet goes towards the front door. “Tell angel I’ve got to hit the hay since I work in the morning.” He turns around and stops with one hand on the doorknob. “Oh, and tell her I’ll stop by tomorrow with a bottle of wine. Does she prefer white or red?”
“I’m not telling you.” Ransom feels like a child, grumpy and doing things in spite. His skin nearly turns vibrant green with envy.
“Well I’ll just get both. Maybe a bouquet too, but I doubt you’ll tell me her favourite flowers.”
Seconds later, you come out of the hallway, stopping short and fixing the band of your sweatpants. “Oh, where did Colin go?”
A pout appears on your face as you listen to Ransom, a little dejected that your new neighbour left so suddenly. Although, you could have expected such since you left them alone, what did they talk about? You wonder as Ransom briefly mentions he isn’t Colin’s biggest fan but maybe, this is a big maybe, he’s bearable.
“Well, are you staying?”
Yes, of course, a voice shouts in his head as his eyes fall to the empty bottles on the coffee table. Then, you come into view and start cleaning, gathering all the empty paper plates and napkins. Ransom silently helps, brushing past you in the kitchen as you put away the recycling. Unknowingly filling the silence with your little hums, as Ransom contemplates, just in case Colin comes in again and I need to protect what’s mine—what isn’t mine, he corrects.
Not together, not exclusive.
“Netflix just added this new show and it���s trending everywhere—I was going to binge it if you want to join.”
Ransom washes his hands, then dries them. “I have a work trip tomorrow. I just came here as a sort of goodbye—“
“How long will you be gone?” You sulk, you missed him.
“Either four or seven days, it depends if the deal closes or is denied. But, looking at the recent enthusiasm from the other company, they’re going to accept. So probably a week since Walt isn’t trusted to go alone on business meetings anymore, he got piss drunk last time and embarrassed us.”
You’re seconds away from stomping your foot, and it’s his fault for always giving you want. You were spoiled with his attention. “But, I haven’t seen you in so long.”
Ransom chuckles in amusement.
You cross your arms. “You’re one of my best friends and the best fucks I’ve ever had, is it a crime to want you around?”
“No.” He smirks. “Fine. I’ll say for four episodes. Then I have to go, my flight is at noon.”
“Ugh, what’s the point of having a private jet if you need a specific time to fly.”
“Well, sweetheart, when you’re in the workforce and you have a career to maintain, you have a schedule to keep and meetings have set times—”
“I know how jobs work, you dick! That isn’t what I meant!” You throw a towel at him, that he catches easily and rolls it, quickly swatting your ass.
“You watch that mouth before I put it to good use.”
“Whatever. Now, come to bed and watch with me or leave.” You weakly shove him away as he crowds you against the fridge, wrapping the towel around the back of your neck to pull you closer.
His lips meet yours briefly, a soft kiss that drags into a few pecks. “When will you learn that when you tell me to leave—I’ll never leave?”
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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | boyfriend’s dad!Andy Barber x reader, dilf neighbour!Bucky Barnes x reader, dilf!Ari Levinson x reader
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | SMUT - minors DNI, AGE GAP, cheating, boyfriend’s dad!Andy, Bucky is a menace, Ari is unhinged, daddy kink, voyeurism, exhibitionism - public sex, try not to get caught, dirty talk, degradation, dumbification, p*ssy slapping, spitting, masturbation (m), fingering (f), oral (m & f), face f*cking, gagging (fingers & panties), breeding kink, rimming (f), anal (mentioned & fingering (f)), spanking, face riding, size kink, squirting, overstimulation, heavy dom/sub undertones (sub!reader)
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Andy is a sick man, you should have expected his friends to be the same.
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𝗔/𝗡 | welcome to part one of the battle of the dilfs. and I thought the last part was as dirty as it could get but I was wrong. also I feel like I’m using this to get out my whore thots for holy grail bc we aren’t at that threesome/foursome stage yet. this camping trip will be a wild ride. No gifs/photos belong to me [1 | 2 | 3] all credits go to the original creators. all mistakes are my own ! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓!
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You yawn quietly, washing your dishes before setting them on the drying rack. Sleep still evident on your features, you move to the coffee maker and grab a fresh cup, sipping slowly as the sun peers through the window.
The door to the garage slams shut, disrupting the silence you’ve been soaking in. Footsteps get louder as they get closer, and finally, your boyfriend rounds the corner with a lively smile.
“Good morning, babe, you eat already?” Jacob swoops by and presses a delicate kiss to your forehead.
You just nod, still a little dozy and not quite ready to speak yet.
Jacob dips down, capturing your lips in a soft kiss, pushing you against the counter with his hands on your hips. “You taste like coffee, can I have some?” After you nod, he takes the mug from your hands, “I can see how tired you are. Mr. Barnes probably won’t mind if you sleep in the RV.”
“When you used to go camping, would everyone have their own tent?”
“Mr. Barnes usually stayed in his RV which left Mr. Levinson on his own, and I just shared one with my dad,” Jacob finishes the coffee and lazily washes the mug. “Since Peter and Benji are coming, they’re rooming together and the oldies are by themselves, which leaves you and me.” He winks over his shoulder.
“That’s weird considering I have three tents in my car.” A familiar drawl comes from the doorway, Andy leans on the wall in black jeans with a half-buttoned plaid shirt. “And there’s three of us in this room right now. Unless, my counting is wrong—one, two—”
Jacob sighs loudly, “—Dad, I’m in college. I will stay with my girlfriend if I want to.”
“I’m aware how old you are. I just don’t want to be a grandfather right now.” Andy singsongs, his gaze meeting yours. “You want to be a mommy right now, sweetheart?”
You stiffen, heart halting in your chest and freezing your blood in your veins. Andy’s blue eyes pin you in your spot, a twisted gleam on his face that you can only see—probably because you’re just as cruel as him. He’s the same man who fucks you like to breed you, spewing the filthiest words about marking you, claiming you, and knocking you up. Before the silence can drag on too long, you shake your head. “N-No.”
When a car pulls up in the driveway, Jacob brushes past you, “Dad, you're so embarrassing—Peter and Benji are here, let’s go help them with their stuff, babe.”
You go to follow him, but as expected, Andy grabs your wrist. “She promised to help me check all the windows.”
Your boyfriend falters slightly, “Fine, whatever. I’ll be outside.”
As the door shuts, Andy inhales deeply, “Boy needs an attitude check. Unlike you, baby, you’re my good girl, yeah?.” He turns to you, running a hand down his beard, “Do you remember what I told you last night?”
“That you love me.”
A soft smile plays on his lips, ��And I do, I tell you that whenever I can but what else did I say?”
You try to recall the events of the previous night; the dim lights in Andy’s bedroom, the sweat covering both of your skin and his mouth against yours, “To stay in the car with you.”
“Good girl.” The older man’s eyes trail from your face down your body, lingering on your sweatpants. He tuts his tongue as he steps behind you, “You’re going to change, right?” He’s firm against your back and his breath ghosts your cheek.
He grips your waist, his warm touch slipping down to your hips and the band of your pants. He doesn’t waste any time dipping into your panties, “Andy—”
“I’m just helping you get changed, baby.” He chuckles darkly, peppering kisses down your neck until he reaches the collar of your t-shirt. He cups your mound, his bare skin against yours as one of his digits barely breaching your slit, “bet your ass is still stretched from last night. Think we can sneak one in before we leave?”
Sighing, you slump into him. That familiar relaxing lust taking over, “We’ll get caught.”
“As if that doesn’t turn you on.” He rasps, sucking at the skin between your neck and shoulder, “You love that shit, so do I, and that’s why we’re perfect for each other.”
A loud laugh flows from one of the windows, and it snaps you back. You shove Andy away to put some distance, “Why do I need to change?”
As if on cue, a knock on the front door sounds before it clicks open. A deep voice calls out, “Barber! It’s almost seven, let’s go!”
Andy flashes you a charming smile, sucking on the tips of his fingers, “That’s why.”
Now, you’ve changed into the dress that was on Andy’s bed. It’s from your section in his closet, where a bunch of your clothes have accumulated throughout your relationship. The fabric is a pale yellow with a tiny bow between your breasts and ends at your thighs.
Outside, Jacob and his friends are exploring Mr. Barnes’ RV as the two older men chat by the car. The morning sun glows on the fresh dewy grass and the front of the house.
“There she is.” Bucky grins at you walking out of the house, clutching your backpack in your hands, “all pretty and even wrapped with a little bow. Andy, you shouldn’t have.”
Ignoring his friend, Andy calls your name. “There’s no room in the trunk for that, sweetheart.”
Coming closer to the two men, you shyly smile at Mr. Barnes, “I’m keeping this with me so I don’t get bored.”
Bucky licks his lips, the slight stubble on his cheeks is a sharp contrast to Andy’s full beard. “Oh, you won’t be bored next to me.”
You’re confused for a moment and look between them. They’re almost the same height, Andy is a little taller while their shoulders mirror a similar broadness. Even through the fabric of their clothes and rolled up sleeves, you can see the shapely muscles gracing their bodies. As if they have a mind of their own, your gaze falls to their thighs, zeroing in on Bucky’s thumb hanging from the belt loop of his jeans.
This is the why, Mr. Barnes is the why—oh, this trip won’t be as relaxing as you thought it would be.
You clench your thighs, holding your bag to your chest as the men’s eyes, like lasers, burn through the fabric of your dress, straight to your core.
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In the zooming car, the surroundings are a blur. The radio plays mainstream pop songs as Andy’s fingers rhythmically tap on the wheel, and each passing moment punctuated by the quiet snores of your boyfriend from the passenger seat. He’s curled in his hoodie, headphones in his ears with music so loud that you can hear it over the blood rushing through your head.
“How does she feel?”
“Like a dream.” Bucky cranes his neck, peering between your spread thighs as three of his fingers stretch you open, “how do you feel, baby?”
A soft moan is your only reply, it’s all you’ve managed since the car started to move and Mr. Barnes sneaked a hand up your dress—while Jacob was still awake.
Bucky swings open the back door with an inviting yet intimidating twinkle, “Hop in, sweet girl—”
Your name is called from the RV towed behind Andy’s large SUV, Jacob hangs out the door with a crooked baseball cap. “C’mon! Mr. Barnes installed this old game station—like, it’s one he used to play with my dad, kind of old.”
Your excuse was lame: “I think I might get sick back there, so I’ll just stay in the car.”
As lacking as it was, Jacob seemed to believe you, and you almost breathed a sigh of relief but he ended up hopping down the few steps and offering to stay with you. Admittedly, you were caught off guard. Your boyfriend was a little attentive, maybe considerate but not doting or anything sweet like that, so this felt like uncharted territory.
Bucky had even tried to bribe him to leave, gushing about all the games on the shelves of his RV, even mentioning the beer in the mini-fridge—which is when Andy stepped in and told Jacob to not touch the alcohol until they got to the campsite or he’d be grounded.
You saw it on Jacob’s face, he was almost convinced, but then a sliver of remorse appeared. Why? Probably because he sneaked out last night when he thought you were sleeping and hooked up with yet another girl. You already knew, and you weren’t surprised since it wasn’t the first time. Cheated—he cheated on you.
Just like you’re cheating on him.
But at least yours was worth it—in a taboo shameful way.
Right now, with your knee hooked over Mr. Barnes’ leg as his fingers pump in and out of your wet hole, you can barely remember what happened after that.
Quick little flashes play on the inside of your mind while Bucky and Andy’s voices echo with them.
“I don’t mind an audience. I’d like to see how quiet you can be. God knows I’ve heard you scream before.” Bucky leans on the car door, holding out his hand, “Now get in there, baby.”
One final glance at Andy, who's eyes were already locked on you, he nods once before the corner of his lip quirks. “Listen to Mr. Barnes, sweetheart.”
As you climb into the SUV, a hand gropes your ass, slipping up your dress and touching over your panties. Flustered, you plop on the seat with hot cheeks. A firm body slides next to you, barricading you from any escape. The door closes as Bucky shifts his body to face you, his knees knock yours while your eyes automatically fall between his thick thighs, an unmistakable bulge present in his jeans.
“Heard the little jerk sneaked off to a party last night,” The brunet flexes his hand, the veins becoming prominent, “Without you.”
You feel a little overwhelmed in the close capacity of the backseat, “It isn’t the first time.”
“Where were you while he was off, probably sleeping with another girl?”
“Not probably.” You shiver as his foot hooks around your ankle, spreading your legs slowly, giving you a chance to push him away, but you don’t. “I was with his dad.”
Bucky smirks, reaching out to rub your knee, “Fucking his dad, more like it. Andy never closes his bedroom curtains, even when you're around… Are you going to let me touch you too, baby?”
That’s when Bucky’s door opens, and Jacob stands there with wide eyes.
“I get sick in the passenger seat.”
Jacob studies at the seat behind the driver’s, then the tent bags lying atop the folded chair, and then you next to his father’s close friend.
The music lowers to a delicate hum as easily recognizable wet noises take their place. Your dress is pushed to your hips as your panties dig into your hips, the cotton fabric yanked to the side as Bucky lands a soft slap on your pussy.
“She’s fucking soaked, huh?” Andy grunts from the front, his tone is gravelly.
Bucky groans as your hips grind against his hand, his own fist speeding up to match your pace. “Yeah, bet I could slip a finger in her ass too.”
“That’s not what we agreed on.”
“I know, I know.” Bucky rolls his eyes, moving your hand between your thighs, “Hold your panties for daddy, doll.”
“Bucky.”
“We didn’t say anything about that—you’re quite neglectful for a lawyer.” His fingers curl inside you, hitting that sensitive spot with every thrust. He watches your head fall back as your chest heaves, your dress is half off and just under your breasts. Andy said Bucky wasn’t allowed to touch them.
“Don’t think about it.”
“Can you shut up?” Bucky’s motions intensify, roughly spanking your cunt again, sending shocks to your poor clit over and over again until you weakly push him away. “What, baby? I thought you liked this.” He lands another slap, messily running his fingers through your folds.
A glob of saliva lands on your pussy as your head is forced down, “look at you, sweetheart. See how fucking wet you are? Creamy little cunt, you want my cock?” His thick fingers penetrate you again, his pinky joins and that makes four long and skilled digits stuffed into your pussy.
Your mouth waters as you stare at his fat girth clenched in his fist, his seed leaking down the sides and dribbling over his knuckles. You want him, you want him so bad.
“Please, daddy, please, please.” You whine unabashedly as your boyfriend sleeps inches away.
“Poor girl, too bad your other daddy says no.” Bucky pouts, chuckling at your fucked out face. “I’d fill you up so good, pump you fill and fuck this little hole too. Maybe you can convince your daddy, make him let me fuck you, stretch this little pussy, breed you like a dumb whore.”
You cry out at that, imagining the absolute debauchery on the camping trip itinerary. These two men, domineering and downright dirty, were going to ruin you even more—god, and there was still one more friend you haven’t met yet.
“Bet you’ve thought of that, Andy. This dumb doll on her knees, begging you for another cock to fill her slutty holes.” Bucky releases his throbbing length and sweeps up more cum, slowly pulling his fingers from your pussy, watching you try to suck him back in. He brings his other hand to your centre, the one with his seed.
“Don’t.” Andy’s hard gaze meets him in the rearview mirror.
You didn’t even notice you were at a stoplight, you're so out of it that you don’t move as Bucky gags you on his fingers, before gripping his cock again. Quick and dirty, four of his digits slip back into your cunt and return to the hard, fast rhythm. Your juices spill onto the leather seat as your back arches. Pathetic whimpers pour from you.
“Bossy, bossy. I don’t know how you deal with him, doll.”
Andy peers over his shoulder before looking back at the road, his knuckles turning white with his tight grip on the steering wheel. “Cum for him, princess. Make a mess in those pretty panties for daddy. Show him what a good girl you are.”
“Wanna be my good girl too? Gonna cum on my fingers, squirt for me with your lame boyfriend right there.” Bucky’s biceps flex as he yanks your high straight from your body, stretching you out on a string before you snap with pleasure. You convulse and slap a hand over your mouth, muting your squeal. Your thighs snap shut around Bucky’s wrist, as you tremble on the cramped seat and squirt around his thick digits. Soaking the leather, your panties and some of the car.
He groans at the blissed-out look on your face, unable to hold back from slapping your cunt to drag out your orgasm, creating a bigger sinful mess with your juices. Thoroughly making you so lightheaded you don’t register him spitting into your opened mouth.
Bucky pulls his hand back, holding his creamy fingers inches from your face, “Ain’t that pretty, baby? Fucking art.” He suckles your juices from his skin, groaning lewdly, “Tastes just as good as you look.”
He inhales through clenched teeth, shushing your high-pitched mewl as he rubs along your flesh, collecting more of your slick. You whimper, releasing your panties and reaching for his cock, but you’re slapped away. “Your daddy didn’t say you could touch me.”
Andy turns the music off completely, the long open road is surprisingly empty for this time of day. Nearly nine in the morning, and you’re already ripped to shreds, fucked out of your mind. You could pass out right now.
You hope you’ll survive this weekend, but at the same time, you’re desperate to be destroyed.
“What did she do?”
“She wants to jerk me off.” Bucky manhandles you until you’re facing him, both of your seatbelts long forgotten as he settles between your spread legs, one of his firmly planted on the floor as he pulls you closer. “Can I put my cock on her pussy?” He smears your juices along his girth.
“No.” Andy grunts, the car jerking as he speeds up. “I said only your fingers and mouth.”
Your bottom lip wobbles as Bucky groans, dick aimed at your cunt as he gets off with the hand that was inside you. Your wetness adds a sheen to his flushed skin, making him shiny—you want to feel those veins on your tongue, and his balls in your mouth.
“Don’t cum on her either.”
Bucky hisses, “Where the hell do I finish then?”
“In her mouth.”
Suddenly, your face is hovering his throbbing cock, his firm hand locked behind your head as he fucks into his fist. “Open wide, doll. Fuck, that’s it.” Your dazed state doesn’t help your blurry vision as he pushes the head in your mouth, his cum shooting to the back of your throat and coating your tongue. You gag slightly as he starts thrusting between your lips, using you to finish himself off. His seed spills from the corners of your mouth and dribbles down your chin, while you struggle to swallow the rest.
You pass out after that, barely answering Andy when he asks, “You swallow it all, baby?”
Bucky tends to you nicely, fixing your panties and your dress. Then, spreads you lengthwise on the seats after rolling his jacket under your head, making sure you're comfortable with your legs across his thighs.
“Is he still sleeping?”
Andy glances at his son, his neck is at an awkward angle as drool dries on his chin. He faces the road again, switching on the radio, “Yeah, he’s a heavy sleeper, has to be with how loud she can be.” He opens the window to replace the smell of sweat and sex with fresh air, “Did you cum in her?”
“In her mouth. Don’t worry, I stayed away from her honeypot, mister bear.” Bucky runs his hand up and down your bare leg, his cock twitching in interest when you whine a little.
Andy throws him a box of wipes, “Clean her up and that mess too.”
“But she looks so slutty covered in cum. Don’t you want to see?”
“Just clean her up, jerk.”
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The restroom door shuts behind you as you walk through the rest area, heading to the ‘all-things’ type of shop. Some shelves are lined with different items from hygiene, to makeup and hair dye. A glowing display of flashing visuals there, a peculiar advertisement here. Your sneakers squeak on the floor as you finally reach the snacks. Welcomed by the various bags of candy and chips, little packets of gummies and other sweet or savoury treats.
“Hey, I found your favourite.” Peter peeks over the top of the rack, holding your favourite candy.
You grin but before you can reach for it, he yanks it back.
“You can get it, only if you join us in the RV. It’s sick—the game station, who would’ve thought an artifact like that would be any good.” He rounds the corner, revealing the basket full of snacks, all varying in flavour and you even spot a familiar box. Peter follows your gaze and shifts uncomfortably, “...Jake said college girls go to that campsite too.”
You cross your arms, “And you didn’t bring any yourself?”
“In my defence, I used my last one last night. Jake said you were feeling sick, and that’s why you didn’t come?” Peter drops your treats in the basket, turning his attention to the array of candy. He plucks a few boxes of chocolate, “You missed it, Kyle, one of our friends from high school, jumped into the pool from the roof. God, I thought he’d smack his face on the fucking concrete—hey, do you like these? I’ve never tried them.”
“Uh, I haven’t had them either.” You’re practically immune to Jacob’s bullshit by now, and you're not the least bit surprised he lied to his closest friends. Although, Peter was becoming a good friend of yours too. “And, yeah, I just felt nauseous and went to sleep early.”
Or, your boyfriend’s dad fucked you so good in the shower that you needed a nap, but poor Peter didn’t need to know that.
“Are you feeling better?”
“Peachy.” You bend to survey the candy on the bottom—what else were you craving?
“Hey, babe, can you get my dad’s card? He forgot to give it to me.” Jacob enters the aisle, his basket rivalling Peter’s with the absurd amount of junk food.
Now, you exit the building and blink profusely from the afternoon sun. As you walk towards the large black SUV, across the way, a man shouts on the phone, pacing in front of a red truck with a hand on his hip. His voice deepens as he yells, clear frustration on his distant features.
As you reach the car, Bucky finishes filling the tank and dusts his jeans. He notices your empty hands, “Hey, you’re not hungry?”
“Jake needs Andy’s card.”
Bucky sighs, “Of course he does.” He walks over to the RV, knocking on the door, “Your kid needs a job!”
The door swings open and Andy steps down, carrying a cooler.
Bucky squints, “Did you just loot my mini-fridge?”
“Yes, because you left alcohol with unsupervised college kids.”
“Because I trust them, grumpy pants.” The brunet replies, “When you start hovering, that’s when they act out.”
“Oh, I’ll definitely take parenting advice from you.” Andy rolls his eyes, putting the cooler in the backseat of his car. “You need something, baby?” He asks you.
“Jake needs your card for snacks.”
Another loud shout sounds through the open air, all of your heads snap towards the man by the truck.
“Want to bet if that’s the bitch on the phone?”
“Who else would it be?” Andy beacons you closer, “One down, one to go, baby. Be nice to him, okay? But not too nice. It’s just a little taste.” He says firmly. “Fingers and mouth, that’s it. You can touch them too, but their cocks don’t touch my pretty pussy, okay?”
God, you wonder what you did in a past life to bring you here.
“Yes, daddy.”
“Are you ready to meet another one of my friends? Give him a little taste and be my good girl?”
“That’s Mr. Levinson?”
“No! Fuck you, bitch!”
Andy closes his eyes and sighs, his hand lands on your arm and trails to your wrist. “Sure is.”
Bucky laughs, “If you think I’m bad, you haven’t seen the worst yet, doll.”
The long-haired man is wearing sunglasses, the sun reflects in the lenses as he turns towards you all. He tucks away his phone and strides over, pulling your interest like a moth to a flame. His broad shoulders taper into a small waist and narrow hips. Thin grey tank top flutters in the breeze, his thick muscled arms swaying his sides, the sun glistening off his sweaty skin. He’s giving you a perfect show.
Mr. Levinson grins widely, slapping Bucky’s hand before taking him into a hug, doing the same with Andy. Finally, he faces you and his sunglasses drop to his nose, his blue eyes shamelessly checking you out, “And, you must be the girlfriend.”
Even with the thickness of his beard, you can see the sharpness of his features, chiselled cheekbones and a strong jaw.
You tell him your name and politely shake his hand.
He licks his lips, his big palm warms yours instantly. “Oh, honey, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” His deep voice reminds you of Andy’s, but it’s a little deeper, and raspier, “Sorry about the yelling. My ex-wife tried to crash at my house.”
“Knew it.” Bucky gloats.
“Little piece of advice, sweetheart, trust your gut. If it tells you to run—then run for the hills.” Ari says pointedly, “I should’ve listened to mine when it said she was a fucking bitch.”
Andy takes out his wallet, holding out a shiny card, “Here you go, sweetie, get yourself something to drink too, okay?”
Like a good girl, you thank him and duck away from the other men.
“I can see why you couldn’t resist.” Ari shamelessly stares at your figure as you get further away. “Can’t imagine what it’s like to squeeze into that tight little snatch.”
A light gust of wind lifts the back of your dress before you hold it down, slightly jogging and glancing over your shoulder. The older men don’t waver, Bucky even winks as you disappear into the shop.
“Keep dreaming, fellas. That princess is taken.”
“Yet that didn’t stop you,” Bucky remarks.
“Then, what are we getting?” Ari asks as Andy slips into the diver’s seat,
“A taste of what could come.” The man slips on a pair of sunglasses, “Oh, and Levinson, she’ll be in the RV with the rest of the boys and they need an adult, for supervision, of course.”
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Deja vu. That’s the only way you could describe the current predicament you’ve found yourself in.
As if you’re back in Andy’s kitchen, bent over the counter as he rails you from behind while his son and his friends play video games in a room over. Except now, you’re in a moving RV, lying on a bed in the back bedroom with your panties hanging out your mouth.
Mr. Levinson is as rugged as you assumed—messier than Bucky and meaner than Andy. The man nestled between your sensitive folds is a sweet, taunting kind of vile. At first, he wasn’t that crude, handing off his keys to Bucky before climbing into the RV. He took his time to get to know the rest of Jacob’s friends, a natural conversationalist who even had you deceived.
You foolishly thought he wouldn’t get a taste, but then his foot started trailing up your leg under the table.
When the RV jerked roughly, sending your juice spilling down your dress, Ari was quick to take you to the back—“Got to get that out before it stains.”
His tongue pierces deep, his nose nuzzling against your throbbing clit. He keeps your thighs spread with his big arms, eating you out like a starved man, as if you haven’t squirted on his face twice already.
“Andy wasn’t joking about you, huh?” He releases your sore petals with an obscene pop, his pink lips shiny with your wetness, “You taste like a dream.”
“Mr. Barnes s-said something like that.” You whimper after pulling out the sodden fabric.
“Because it’s true. What’d Andy do to deserve a sweet girl like you?” There were traces of your arousal in his beard, his cheeks flushed under the thick facial hair, “More importantly, why are you such a filthy slut?” His salvia lands on your cunt, slipping down your slit and to your little hole. “Letting three men use you like this—you like being a fucking whore? Just a little fuckhole for us?”
“I-I love it, daddy.”
Ari groans lowly, mouthing messily at your pussy and slurping up your juices, “Bucky stretched you out for me, huh? How many fingers did he get in your cunt?”
“I think, ah! Three?”
“Four.” Another spank on your clit, making your nails dig into the bedsheet. You wither on the mattress, naked and sweaty. “I guess that’s enough for my cock—haven’t had a girl take all of me yet. Think that you can, honey?”
You whine, toes curling, “Daddy said no.”
“Daddy said no.” Ari mocks in your broken voice, kissing your inner thighs as his hand lands on your pussy, slapping harshly again and again. “Daddy should’ve known better than to leave you alone with me.”
Your breath hitches, you didn’t want to disobey Andy, you weren’t ready for that punishment, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want Ari right now. After being denied by Bucky when he was mere inches from your centre, you were desperate.
But Andy said no, and you want to be his good girl, no matter what.
“That—I love that.” Ari’s dark eyes are glued on your face, “That torn look on your face, like you don’t want my fat cock in this little fuckhole. But you want me in all your holes, yeah? You want to be covered in me, fucking claimed like a dumb baby. Tell me, honey, tell daddy the truth.”
“I do, but daddy said no.”
Suddenly, Ari has your chin pinched between his thumb and forefinger, intense blue eyes burning through your face, straight to your jumbled mind, “and who’s your daddy now, stupid girl?”
You’re weak to his looming figure, half-dressed with his shirt lying somewhere on the floor and his pants unzipped. He’s so close, you can smell yourself on his face, “you, but Andy… he’ll get mad.”
Ari slaps your poor cunt again, wet noises bouncing off the walls as you try to escape his grip. He does release you, only to pull you back down the bed and capture your lips in his. He pulls the oxygen from your lungs, laying out your thoughts on a string and running his big hands all over your body. His tongue massages yours, sharing your taste graciously before he pulls away. A string of saliva connects your lips before he spits into your mouth, then down your chest and spreading it around your nipples.
A victorious cry echoes through the RV, along with a string of laughter that ends with a call of your name.
“Babe! You okay?”
Ari unbuttons his pants, erasing every thought of yours with the view of his cock. Thick and heavy,l with veins trailing up the sides, so fucking huge and with a drippy, bulbous head flushed red.
Another slap on your cunt has you squealing, and snapping your thighs shut around his hand. “I’m good!”
Ari prys your legs apart, shoving two thick fingers into your cunt, his other hand swatting your inner thigh. “Tell him you’re taking a nap.”
“I just slept—”
Another spank, this time on your tingling clit, “Tell him.”
“I’m going to take a nap! Feeling tired again!” There’s an edge to your voice that you hope goes unnoticed, but judging by the long pause, it was undoubtedly suspicious.
“Where’s Mr. Levinson?”
“The bathroom!” You gasp as Ari’s ring finger slips into your puckered hole, making your bones turn to liquid as his mouth latches onto one of your tits, his groans vibrating your whole body.
“Good girl.” He grunts, manhandling you until your head is on the pillows and your entire body is exposed for him.
Your wavering between addictive guilt and delicious paradise, teetering on the edge of consciousness as Ari’s beard meets your folds, rubbing them raw as you stuff your fingers in your mouth, trying to mute your loud mewls.
“Look at you, pretty baby, taking everything given to you. Bet this greedy pussy would take all of my cock.” His tongue flattens, licking a long stripe from your ass to your clit, “This little hole too, yeah? Bet you’ve never had anything as big as me up here.”
He takes you apart with his mouth until heat builds in your belly, your thighs quiver by his ears as he pulls away, leaving you hooked over the edge. He shuffles up, his hard chest meeting your sensitive nipples as he spits in your mouth. You can taste yourself in his salvia. His hand falls to your throat, “swallow.”
You obey, choking slightly when his grip tightens and he slaps your cunt in quick succession.
Ari hums, “hear that? Hear how wet you are for me? How badly you want my cock.” His spit lands on your cheek before he kisses you. He groans into your mouth as he fists his cock, kneeling between your legs.
“Daddy said no.” You push him away. “Just… mouth and fingers.”
Ari groans, big hand the perfect size for his gifted length. “Just a little, honey? He won’t even know.”
You quickly shake your head, “He’ll know… you’re so big.” You stare down at his dick, the girth making you and your cunt practically weep.
“You’re almost drooling just looking at my cock,” He gets a little daring, running the leaky tip along your inner thigh, tracing closer to your raw pussy, “You want me, baby. Want my big cock to stretch you open, make you squirt all over me—use you like my little cumdump.” The head reaches where the skin between your cunt and your thigh, and you can’t help the helpless whine from your throat. He’s so close, but so far away. “C’mon, honey, be daddy’s little cumrag. Let me fuck a baby in you, yeah?”
You force yourself to face away, although you want nothing more than Ari to fuck you in every position. “Can’t daddy, please, not now.” You beg, “Daddy will get mad, so mad—I don’t want to get in trouble, please.”
Ari huffs, before turning your head. He dips down, kissing away your sudden distress. “You’re lucky I already have a soft spot for you. Andy, on the other hand, is dangling you right in front of my face. He knows my taste, because it’s the same as his, and he knows you’re absolutely everything I’ve dreamt of.”
You find yourself surging up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him for another kiss. Moaning into his mouth as his hand returns to your pussy, fucking you with his fingers until you have to pull away for a breath.
Somewhere between Jacob and his friends shouting again, and riding Ari’s face, you got a check-in call with Andy that lasted about thirty seconds before he had to hang up, not without reminding you of the rules: “Only his fingers and his mouth. Don’t let him cum inside you or on your pussy either.”
“Grind against my tongue, make yourself fucking cum. Use my mouth.” Ari’s words are muffled by your folds. Two of his fingers pump into your ass, and his other hand digs into your thigh as you obey, head thrown back as your panties are clenched between your teeth. You scramble the bed for something to hold, to brace yourself for yet another high and Ari grabs your hand, knotting your digits in his hair, “I said use my mouth.” He swats your ass, “Ride my tongue, cum in my mouth—fucking squirt for me.”
You yank his head up, roughly swirling your hips on his eager mouth and fucking yourself on his fingers. His beard rubs you raw as your whole body erupts in flames. You squirt into his mouth, chest heaving as you try to lift your weight, but Ari keeps you pinned down. Drinking down your juices like a beast, roughing up your folds with his facial hair, spreading his fingers in your puckered hole and dragging it on for as long as possible until you fucking sob, spitting out your panties and pulling his hair.
“H-Hurts, daddy.” You cry, your numb legs fail against his strong grip. “Too much—can’t!” You squeal a little too loudly, causing the both of you to freeze, but another round of chatter has you taking a breath of relief.
Ari massages your ass, savouring your juices by sucking swollen folds one last time. He lets you crawl off, and flop on your back. Your eyes flutter shut as you lie there ruined, finally getting a break in this session, but he tugs you close again. His fingers ghost your cunt, but you weakly push him away.
“Can’t… too sensitive.”
He hushes you softly, “it’s from my beard, huh? Sorry, sweet girl. I know just how to make it better.”
You’re soaring on that wave of euphoria as you listen to his choked grunts and growls, he rubs the inside of your thigh, thankfully keeping away from your sore pussy. Wet noises flow to your ears as your eyes blink open, and you see just where he’s aiming.
“...Daddy, wait—”
That’s what does it for him, your broken voice uttering that one word is what throws him over the precipice. The one that he’s been dangling from for however long it’s been, his edging is evident in the huge load he spurts all over your messy cunt.
“Fuck, honey—fuck you, Andy.”
You’re fully entranced with him, his thick and muscular body tensing and flexing under the pleasure. A bright red flush crawling from his hairy chest to his face, complimenting his cherry pink lips. You’re too busy admiring his exquisite features that you don’t look down at his cock, as it meets your sensitive clit, dipping lower.
“Look at you, that head is fucking empty, huh?”
You gasp as the head barely touches your hole, “N-Not inside!”
“I’m not.” Ari clenches his jaw, the pace of his hand slows down, his pounding heart following suit. “Just wanted to feel you a little, and get you messier.” The thick tip rubs your nub, mixing his cum with yours, and his saliva. “Guess that head isn’t empty yet—it’s okay, we’ll get all those thoughts out this weekend, honey.” He slaps your clit with the tip, “Look how pretty you are.”
You follow his gaze and can’t help the moan that pushes from your throat—god, you were fucked. His seed covers your ruined cunt, a warmth spreads throughout your whole body, perhaps even soothing the burn from his beard. Ari’s thick spend drips from your soaked slit, and most notably, your swollen clit.
“You like how pretty I made you?” His hair falls before his eyes before he runs a hand through it, how does he still look so devilishly handsome after tearing you to bits?
“Yes, daddy.” You hope Andy wouldn’t be too upset, because you love everything Ari just did to you.
“I love it too, baby.” Ari chuckles at your surprised face. “Andy said you get dumb after coming… speaking your thoughts, getting that dazed look, he even said you’d beg for more when you’re completely spent.” He crawls over you, kissing up your chest to your ear, “You must really be all my dreams incarnated, huh?”
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As Andy stands to his full height, your dress flutters around your thighs again. “Fucking Ari.”
“Are you mad?” You watch as he disregards the small towel in a basket. The cramped RV bathroom doesn’t allow more than a few inches between the both of you.
You’re all at another rest stop, and Jacob and his friends are raiding the store for more snacks, while Bucky and Ari are taking advantage of the coffee shop.
Andy leans against the wall, “No but I’m not happy either. I love how you look all messy down here,” he couldn’t keep from trailing his fingers through the mess until forced himself to stop when you got all whiney. He didn’t want to push you too far, although it seems Ari already did that. “The asshole could’ve asked—granted, I would have said no, but he’s just a dick. He’s going to feel you last.”
“Feel me?”
Andy smiles at your confused face, he kisses both of your cheeks before meeting your lips. “Oh, baby, the trip just started. But don’t worry, none of them will go inside you unless you want—they’ll just feel this little cunt… remember what we did that one time in the hot tub?”
Your cheeks heat up as those memories come flashing back. “A… Oh,” You blink at him, “When I just—rubbed on you?”
“It’s called a pussyjob, you’ve said filthier things before.” He smirks as you pout. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” There’s no hesitation.
“Good girl. Did he treat you well?”
“Yeah.” You nod, “But… He’s so rough, daddy, rougher than you. His beard is thicker than yours, and he didn’t listen to you.”
“That’s Ari, I’m sorry, sweet girl.” Andy sighs, “You know daddy loves you, right?”
“Yes, and I love you too.”
Andy cups your face, his thumbs delicately rubbing your skin. “No matter what happens this weekend, you’re mine, only mine. Those guys can dream all they want, but you know who you belong to.”
“I belong to you.”
“And me?”
“You belong to me.”
Andy lets out a soft breath, the pure adoration and devotion in his eyes make your heart swell. “That’s my girl.”
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