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barleyo · 5 months

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Daddy's Girl.

Step Dad! Leon Kennedy X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: Don't like? Don't read! Either way, READ THE TAGS. I'm starting to get pretty weird on this blog, so expect more stuff like this! A girl has to feed her fetishes, so feel free to tag along with me and enjoy what my sick little mind thinks up. Thanks for reading!

Tags: stepcest, step-dad/step-daughter relationship, cream pie, daddy issues, use of "baby girl" and "daddy's girl," daddy kink, oral sex (f receiving), swearing, infidelity, p in v, cream pie, unprotected sex, LARGE AGE GAP (legal), 2nd person POV

Word count: 2.1k

As far as your mother was concerned, your father was worth less than the sum of his parts. He was fleeting idea, a mere concept in both of your lives ever since you could remember. Sure, you remembered a few odd Christmases with a surplus of gifts, all tagged "from Daddy," and a few daddy-daughter dates here and there, but that wasn't enough to make up for his true absence.

It wasn't a surprise when your mom eventually left him, scooping you up with her. Just you and her, and the rare postcard that your sperm-donor decided to ship off once a year or so. It was good enough then when it was just you two finding your way in the world, but it went downhill when your mom found a new boy toy.

Leon.

He wasn't a bad guy, by any means. Wasn't pushy, didn't make you call him "dad" or try to impose his will onto you, but his presence made the absence of your real father that much more obvious. You tried to ignore him for the most part, letting your mom have her little relationship with him to tide her over.

But then they got married. Leon became a more permanent fixture. That was no bueno.

You toughened it out, being cordial with him until you finally hit that mark of independence: sweet, sweet 18! The big one-eight, your ticket to freedom!

Everything was planned out for your big day. Mom and Leon made a cake, presents were given, and all birthday wishes granted, except for one. What you really wanted, was for your dad to show up for just this one day, just this once, to have him and not just his money.

You could never get that lucky, though, and that thought was cemented in your head when you found yourself waiting for him outside of your house. The driveway was empty, not even your mom's car was out there, she still had to head off to work. The world couldn't pause for a birthday girl, it seemed.

Stepping back inside to the house, you slammed the door behind you, practically throwing yourself onto the leather couch in the living room. The tears started faster than you could contain them, and quite honestly, you didn't want to contain them. It was your party, damn it, and you would cry if you wanted to!

"You okay, kid? I heard the door-"

Fuck. Him.

Leon's heavy footsteps made their way down the stairs, leading to his place in front of you. "(Y/N), are you crying?"

You sucked back a breath of air, steadying yourself as much as you could before speaking.

"No, 'm not, just-- go, just leave me alone." You let your face drop into your hands, staining your sleeves with tears.

Leon, being just the right amount of pushy, took a steps next to you a placed his hand on your shoulder. "Can we talk about it? I mean, I probably know what it is, but we could- you could say whatever you need to say." His face cringed a bit at his own words, feeling like he was already fucking this up. "No judgement."

You kept your face covered but obliged, knowing that talking about it, even with Leon, would make you feel a little better.

"My dad isn't here. He's been promising for weeks that he'd show, but he isn't here."

"Oh."

Your step-dad bit his lip trying to figure out how to make you feel better. He knew you weren't exactly fond of him, but he felt a twinge of responsibility.

"Fuck 'em," Leon finally decided on. "He's a liar and you don't need him. So, fuck 'em. Why would you want a deadbeat to bring you down on your special day?"

"Because, he's my dad," you said, like it was the most obvious thing. He was right, of course, but the absence still hurt you.

"No dad would stand up a sweet girl like you on her birthday. You only turn 18 once. A real dad wouldn't miss a birthday this monumental for anything. What's he worth, if he can't keep to his word?"

"I guess nothing." You sat up straighter, trying to make yourself calm down. "D'ya think it's, like, my fault? Why doesn't he want to see me?"

He suddenly got really serious, making his grip on your shoulder firm.

"Not at all. You are a wonderful girl. Your mom thinks so, and so do I. You are brilliantly smart, kind, responsible, sweet, gorgeous-- you're perfect and if that scumbag can't see that, then he's beyond saving."

He loosened his grip, letting his hand fall down to your lap, a bit close to the crotch of your jeans. You didn't look down, trying to convince yourself it was an accident, but he didn't move his hand either.

His other hand came up to your face, holding your cheek and to your own surprise, you leaned into his hand. His big, calloused, confronting hand.

Fuck him.

Something snapped in you when he leaned in for a kiss. God, it was wrong, so wrong, but you were so conflicted. Is this what a father's love really felt like? Hell if you knew, this was close enough in your book.

"Hmph-! Leon..." You pulled away from the kiss, wiping at your mouth roughly to get rid of the salvia strings connecting the both of you. "This is wrong, this isn't okay, my mom-"

"Is not here."

He placed another kiss on your lips, this one chaste and sweet, so unlike the passionate one you shared before.

"Just you and me. I know your dad isn't here, but I am. Let me make up for him, baby." His whispers pricked goosebumps over your body, lighting a fire deep in you. "Let daddy love you. Can I show you?"

His big hand looked nearly comical resting against the small button of your jeans, pawing desperately at them. So, so, so wrong. So fucked up, so not okay, so....

"Yes," you said breathily. "Okay, I-I want you to show me. Just be careful please, 'cause.." you trailed off a bit, feeling the pop of your pants opening.

Leon yanked them down, tossing them away quickly. "Fuck, that's good," he said, pressing his tongue flatly on your mound through your panties.

The fabric slowly grew a wet patch that clung to you, getting sticky. He placed a soft kiss on your clothed clit, then rested his head on your soft thigh.

"Anybody ever touch you here?" he asked, running a finger over your pussy.

You softly shook your head, mumbling out a 'no.'

"Mm, more for daddy, yeah? Gonna make you feel so good," he said, slipping your panties to the slide. His mouth made quick work, tongue already gliding up and down on your clit.

Your face was already twisting up in pleasure, eyebrows knitting together tightly.

"That's cute," he blew cool air over your cunt, keeping his eyes on your face. "You like it? My mouth all over you like this?"

"Mhm, please- don't stop. I wanna feel it again."

You reached your hand out to hold his head, wanting to push it down before bringing your hand back nervously.

"That's right, push my head down if you want. 'M here to make you feel good, so you use me. Just a wet mouth for you today, sweet girl."

You nodded eagerly, running your hands through his blond hair and taking taking firm purchase of a section of it. Your hands greedily pushed his face into your cunt. The feeling of his nose rubbing against your clit while his tongue dug into your tight hole made you feel fuzzy inside.

Leon was so vulgar with his noises; he almost enjoyed it more than you were. Slurp after slurp came from his mouth, accompanied by a moan or two while he tried to get himself off by palming himself through his pants.

The sight of him was just as good as the feeling of him. You had never been taken care of so thoroughly. Leon was opening a whole new world to you, a world where you could be selfish and take, because your daddy would provide, no questions asked.

"Lemme try somethin', yeah, baby?"

He shook your hand off and spat directly on your clit, spreading the fat glob with his fingers. Tight, fast circles were traced over your bud, back and forth. It felt like hypnosis, the way he reeled your body in closer to an orgasm.

"Daddy, please, 'm gonna cum," you said, face flushing of all color. "Your mouth, want your mouth," you shot out quickly, already obsessed with the feeling of his hot mouth tonguing you down.

He obliged, of course. How could he turn his princess down? Leon's lips again wrapped around your clit, sucking on the bud like it gave him life.

You came soon after. You seized and convulsed and the feeling of his eyes taking you in made the waves of pleasure crash down that much harder over your body.

"If he knew what a sweet fucking pussy you had," Leon said, licking a final stripe over it, "he'd never wanna leave."

"Wha--?"

"I said," Leon pulled away from your pussy, lifting his head to your ear, "that even your dad would wanna be tongue deep in your sweet, tight cunt. But it's all mine, isn't it?"

The sound of his belt unbuckling made you wetter, if that was possible, but it also sent a sense of realization through you.

You had your pussy in your step dad's mouth. And you liked it. And now, you would let him fuck you. And you would love it.

"I know you're a virgin, but fuck, baby, you're so tight." His voice was grumbly and strained while he tried to push into you. "Maybe I need to eat you up a little more," he teased.

"No, I need you inside, wanna feel it now." You let yourself go completely. Here you were, whining like a brat while Leon's fat cock stretched you. The pain with sharp, but immediately worth it. He fit inside perfectly, easily hitting your sensitive spots with a few thrusts.

He hissed, feeling you clamp down on his length. "Shh, come on, gotta get used to it baby. Don't want me to cum too quick, do you?"

"Yes, I do," you whined, desperate to know for certain that you were making him feel good too.

Leon's laugh softly rang in your ears. "No, I wanna make it worth your time. Wish I could take you all night long," he muttered, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

He swallowed all of your moans, slipping his tongue into your mouth while he rocked into you. He tried to find a rhythm, but he was too lost in pleasure to be neat about it.

He'd fuck you nice and orderly another day, but for now? He just wanted to feel you gush around him, and feel your cunt get sloppy while he took you.

Your breathless moans caught his attention. He found the angle that made you get oldest and stuck with it, lifting your hips up with his hands so he could piston into your g-spot.

"Oh my god, right there! That feels-- oh my god."

"I know, baby," he said, thumbs digging into your hipbones. "Feels good f'me too. You're so good for daddy."

Your heart, and cunt, pounded the more he spoke. You were close and you knew it, you just needed him to keep talking you through it. "I am?"

"Yes, baby, you're perfect. Daddy's perfect little princess, taking my cock so good." His cock twitched, so he clenched his jaw, refusing to cum before you did. "You know what good girls get to do?"

"Hmph?" Your face was red and hot, mouth hanging open while he continued to fuck into your spongey walls.

"They cum hard on daddy's cock. Can you do that for me? Cum all on me?" He traced his hand over your cheek, letting his thumb land on your bottom lip while he egged you on.

Your body had never reacted faster, immediately creaming on his length. Your hole milked him, each contraction gripping his length and sucking the cum right out of him.

Leon let a shaky breath out before pulling out of you, scooping the mixture of your cum in his fingers. He rubbed it between two fingers for a moment and popped it into his mouth, groaning at the taste.

You came down from your own high and looked over at him, feeling guilt pull at your chest.

"Leon."

"Hm?"

"What about mom? She's gonna freak if she ever finds out. Did we fuck up? What's gonna--"

"Hey," he said, shushing you with his finger over your lips. "She's not gonna find out and she doesn't need to know. I might be married to her, and I get why you're stressed, but what we have is different."

He pulled his finger off of your mouth and pressed a kiss to your forehead cheekily. "You're daddy's girl. That makes you special."

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madelynraemunson · 6 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 (𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲) 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✨ — a steve harrington one shot fic

modern!sperm donor!steve x modern!pregnant!fem!reader

Summary: It’s hard to find ‘forever’ in a world that glorifies hook-up culture. After multiple failed relationships, you start to believe that your dream of having a family someday will only be just that — a DREAM. That is until you stumble across The Baby Gate Foundation, a family planning organization that helps qualifying Strangers start families with one another.

disclaimers — fluff overload, strangers to friends to lovers, some angst, reader goes by “Honey”,

NSFW — very brief smut, p in v sex (unprotected), breeding kink, cream pie, soft!dom steve

word count — 6.0k words

“So… what’s your favorite color?”

It’s the most aggravating question to ask when wading in the Dating Pool — and unfortunately the most frequent. But you figure at least asking about Steve Harrington’s favorite color is a good ‘precursor question’ when trying to get to know him. After all, you are the one carrying his child.

“Cerulean,” the handsome stranger from across the table replies.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a type of blue.”

“You could’ve just said blue.”

“What’s the fun in that?”

You issue him a touché type nod as you gently place your folded hands over your growing bump…a bump that was a byproduct of an ordeal that he wasn’t even present to participate in.

Before you knew him as Steve Harrington, he was just Stranger #021 whose sperm donation gave you the gift of life. The gift of having a little one of your own.

And it was about time you started a family. It has been a dream of yours — once you bagged your dream job and got to travel the world — to get married and have kids. But apparently the person you spent 6 years with did not share that dream, despite having told you he did in the beginning stages of your partnership.

Are you crazy? How dare you think your ex wanted a family after he explicitly told you he wanted you to marry him and have his kids? Silly lady. You actually thought he meant what he said.

And Steve Harrington’s baby daddy application seemed impossible to resist. The Baby Gate Foundation disclosed to you that Stranger #021 has no physical ailments, was a star athlete in high school, isn’t a carrier for any chronic illnesses, and passed a mental health and drug clearance.

Your baby is very likely to come out healthy and, now that you’ve gotten a good general idea of the guy, will hopefully inherit Steve’s luscious chestnut brown hair, his radiant smile, sparkling eyes, and kind nature. A healthy baby. A healthy family. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.

“Your stomach feeling okay?” Steve inquires.

“Yeah,” you smile. “I just like touching it sometimes. It still doesn’t feel real.”

When selected, Steve jumped for joy. And you bet he started doing cartwheels when your pregnancy test came out positive. My dick still works! he remembers saying.

Having been a foster parent to many teenagers in the past, Steve also felt ready to have a kid of his own. But then his first long term girlfriend of three years cheated on him, and then his next long term girlfriend left him when she realized a family with him was not what she wanted. Steve was practically on the same boat as you. And the stars aligned…

“So I was thinking…when you’re in what’s considered a ‘safe’ point in your pregnancy, say second trimester… we can do cute pregnancy announcements,” Steve suggests.

Your eyes glimmer at the thought.

“As coparents of course!” Steve makes sure to add. “A-and then we can have a gender reveal. We can choose the theme and ideas for it later but I’m just thinking of an intimate cake cutting thing….pink frosting, obviously for girl…”

“And cerulean for boy,” you smirk at him, finishing his thought.

He chuckles at your comment. “Yes, cerulean for boy.”

You two then begin to brainstorm the minor details. Signing up for parenting classes. Check-up appointments. Your baby registry. Ironing out the details so that you both can relish in the pregnancy as much as possible.

When you’re done, Steve then pays for your lunch and you two go separate ways. But not before a long, grateful hug.

“Thank you,” you whisper into his ear. “You’ve made my dream come true.”

“I am just as indebted,” Steve insists, giving your back a loving rub. “I’ve always wanted to be a father.”

You decide to not let go until Steve breaks the hug. But little did you know that was Steve’s plan too. So you both stand there, in the middle of the mall food court swaying back and forth, waiting patiently for the other to let go because to be honest, you never know what a simple ‘I see you’ hug can do for somebody.

Finally, Steve pulls away.

“Listen, uh, Honey,” he says. “I hope this doesn’t sound weird because technically we don’t really know each other…but I already care about you so deeply. You’re the mother of my child. I want to be as involved as possible.”

“I care about you too Steve,” you beam at him. “And I feel like our healing journeys are coming to an end. I’m so excited to come together with another person who has the same goals in life.”

And that is all that’s said during that exchange. You hope that throughout your pregnancy, you and Steve can have more coparent dates to really get to know each other. You love that he feels safe and trustworthy, willing to put his all into the child that he, and many many medical experts helped you create. And you hope that as your baby grows up, you will find a lifelong partner like Steve someday.

“So how’d it go?”

You’re over at your best friend, Eddie’s apartment talking to him about your day. Eddie has been your best friend since middle school, bearing witness to every wonderful milestone — and tragedy — that has plagued your life ever since. Your decision to become a mother on your own, and coparenting with a stranger is no exception.

“I like him!” you exclaim. “He’s very sweet.”

“Do you trust him as your Baby Daddy?”

“If I didn’t, it’d be a little too late for that I’m afraid.”

Eddie would’ve been more than happy to be your donor, and without a doubt, you’d trust him in being fully present in the child’s life. However Eddie comes from a home with a turbulent family dynamic, and unfortunately is a carrier of the addiction gene along with many other illnesses. Eddie didn’t want to risk doing that to you or your family. So it works out that he and his boyfriend Henry are the ‘Fun Uncles’ or as he calls them “Funcles” instead, and Steve is the dad.

“But yeah I like Steve,” you circle back. “He’s funny, sweet, looks like he takes care of himself. Even paid for my food. Oh, and as a bonus, he uses big words.”

Eddie snorts as he strides over to the fridge. “He uses big words.”

“Yeah, like cerulean.”

Your bestie cocks an eyebrow and smirks at you. “What’s that?”

“It’s a type of blue,” you smirk back at him.

He releases a theatrical gasp. “Ground-breaking.”

Your banter is cut short when Eddie’s partner Henry walks through the door.

“Hello, hello.”

“Hey, Henry!”

You watch as the quiet, tall blonde dressed in dark-denim-tailored-to-fit struts in with a grocery bag, closing the door behind him with his foot.

“Hi, darlings.”

“Funcle Number Two,” Eddie greets his partner.

“I thought I was Number One.”

“You are,” Eddie shrugs. “In my heart. If you have an issue with your title and rank, I’d talk it up with Honey.”

“You can be Number One,” you grant him permission, eliciting a betrayed gasp from Eddie.

“Thank you, Honey,” Henry smirks, shooting a sassy look at Eddie.

Eddie issues a sour variation of that smirk to Henry, only to be met with a rough nudge to the ribcage. The two black cats then assemble to unload the groceries, all while focusing their attention back to you, their appointed ‘golden retriever’ of the bunch.

“Speaking of titles,” Henry adds. “How was your meeting with Daddy Steve?”

“It was wonderful,” you respond. “Was just telling Eddie how much I like him.”

Henry grimaces, understandably so. Your taste and judgment in men throughout the years have been nothing short of concerning. But because you didn’t willingly seek Steve out on a shady online dating app, at a dive bar at 2 AM, or on the dance floor of a sweaty small town nightclub, you figured you were in the clear.

“We’re gonna make it work no matter what,” you insist to your seemingly doubtful friends. “Even if there are discrepancies, we agreed it’s our kid before anything. And I’m ready. I told you guys myself that if I don't meet the love of my life by the time I'm 29, I'm having a baby by myself."

Aside from the two "Funcles", you have been the only consistent person in your life. And in this day and age, two people don't need to 'be together' to bring life into this world. And even if they are together, it’s not a happy home sometimes.

All that matters in this arrangement is that both of Baby Harrington’s parents are involved. That was Steve's promise to you.

Let's just hope he keeps it.

“That’s the head… and those…are your baby’s feet.”

You and Steve watch the monitor in awe as the sonographer scans your belly. You are now 20 weeks along, and doing a routine ultrasound check up.

First trimester was a nightmare. Constant nausea and vomiting so you’re not even sure that you’re stomaching those pre-natals, intense mood swings, and breast tenderness so bad you essentially begged Steve to just chop your tits off.

Regardless, you are healthy, and the baby is healthy. And now your camera roll is filled with pictures and videos of every frame of every ultrasound you get done, as well as audio recordings of Baby Harrington’s heartbeat. You and Steve even share your content amongst each other, just in case the other missed something that the other captured. It’s a wholesome exchange, really.

“Baby’s kicking a lot. Almost looks like they’re swimming in place,” the tech comments.

“I did swim and water polo in high school, could be why,” Steve explains.

You bat your eyes in adoration at your friend. He gives you a warm look back.

“Just like Daddy,” you say. And then Steve rests his palm atop your hand.

For the first time in a long time, everything feels complete.

“So, would you like to know the gender?” the sonographer inquires.

Immediately you and Steve bombard her with anxious-filled “No no no no”s. You decided to go with the cake gender reveal idea, and Henry and Eddie were in charge of having it made.

“We’d like for it to be a surprise,” Steve smiles. “But we sure would like an envelope with the gender in it. Honey’s gonna give it to her friends to give the baker.”

“Sounds like a plan to me!” the tech grins widely. “I will have it printed out for you shortly.”

She wipes your belly down so that there is no more ultrasound jelly on your stomach before leaving. Meanwhile, you and Steve are absolutely giddy. You are now halfway through your pregnancy and couldn’t wait to hold Baby Harrington in your arms.

But as exciting as everything is, it is also anxiety-inducing. No parenting book could ever prepare you for bringing a kid into the world. There was so much more that needed to be done. So much to do. And it seems like there was so very little time to do it.

Steve has another question for you. “When does the baby usually wake you up?”

“Baby’s a night owl, strangely,” you reply. “I’ll feel some moving and stuff at night.”

Steve sighs and shakes his head in thought.

“Man, I hope kid doesn’t wake you up at night too much when they’re born. That’d be god awful.”

“I know, I’ve been thinking of that too,” you groan. “And all the diaper changes I’ll probably have to do before putting them back to sleep. Ugh, I don’t even wanna think about diapers.”

You didn’t want to think about post-partum shit. So far, you’ve only been focused on pregnancy shit, and that shit is already overwhelming. While you seem well-equipped for pregnancy itself, the thought of actually being a fully-functioning parenting unit alongside Steve brings on a new set of fear.

Suddenly you and Steve look up at each other.

“Oh shit!” you shriek. “A crib! We need a crib! A stroller.”

“And a whole nursery,” he gulps. “And a baby monitor… A swaddle! A carrier!”

———

You and Steve are moved in together by the end of the month. Platonically, of course. With a capital P.

You both figured that raising the baby under one roof would be the healthiest way to approach your parenting situation. Both of you already get along really well and have similar communication styles. You two also have the same expectations from each other. And not every child is blessed with two parents living together in a happy home. It’s a luxury you both refused to take for granted.

So eventually the non-traditional-housewarming-slash-baby-shower-party rolls around, in efforts to help prepare for Baby Harrington’s arrival. It ends up being a huge success. Additionally, the party gave everyone a chance to mingle with one another, your friends meeting Steve’s friends and jokingly calling each other "in-laws". Robin and Eddie immediately grow very fond of each other, having deemed each other best friends after their third time meeting.

“How long do you give it?” Robin asks Eddie as they watch you and Steve work together to build the crib. “You know till they…”

They observe as you and Steve bicker back and forth about whether or not a section of the crib was installed the wrong way. You argue that it was, and Steve, still firm in his masculinity that he felt like was slowly chipping away (he can’t help it sometimes) insisted that it wasn’t.

“I know how to read, Honey. And besides, if it’s the wrong part, how did I screw it on perfectly?”

“I don’t know, Bob the Builder,” you fire back at him. “You didn’t have to 'screw it on perfectly' to get me pregnant.”

“Til that baby is born,” Eddie estimates.

Eddie chuckles at this. He’s been with Henry for many years, but you two have beat him at the argue-like-a-married couple thing. Slyly, he sips his beer.

“…The very latest.”

“Steve, I’m hungry. Wanna go to Rally’s?”

The cravings have officially kicked in (finally). But of course, it’s at the least convenient of times.

“Woman, it is 1 in the morning...”

“Yes, and I want Rally’s.”

You give Steve a light thunk on his fluffy head.

Now that you two live together, sleeping in the same bed was bound to happen eventually. But it is the least of your concerns. In a world where people go ‘ghost’ after getting what they want, laying your head down in the same bed as Steve is the farthest thing from intimacy. You’re also afraid of the dark, and being in his light calms your nerves.

Except for tonight. Where the only thing that’ll calm those nerves is a Wild West burger and some fries.

Steve huffs, clearly too tired to argue with your hungry ass. But also, you’re the mother of his child. You have the hardest job, and having a late night snack when you felt like it is the bare minimum of what you deserve.

“Let’s go.”

You smirk to yourself as you dance your way out of bed. Anything Baby Mama wants, Baby Mama gets.

Rally’s sure did the trick. When you and Steve return, you find yourself skipping back to the bedroom while Harrington fights to urge to plop onto the floor right by the entry way, his body’s natural response to a food coma, and the state of lethargy he was in from being stirred awake.

But as much as he valued his beauty sleep, he knows deep down he’d still do it again for you. Your little food dance was also pretty damn cute, anyways.

———

THE NEXT WEEK

You and Steve have been ordering way too much takeout. So tonight you decide to surprise him with a home-cooked meal. So while he’s at work, you’re searching Pinterest for healthy, savory dishes to cook. Chinese food it is. One can never go wrong with some chicken fried rice.

Steve comes home right when you finish.

“Oh my god,” Steve gawks as he enters the kitchen. “What smells so damn good?”

“I made dinner,” you smile gleefully, and with pride. “I have so much energy second trimester it’s insane. Hope you like Chinese.”

Steve slows down. Glancing around the chaotic kitchen, he takes in the array of sauces, the cutting board, and the multiple plates and bowls that most likely harbored the. Then he looks at you — a sweaty mess with stains on her apron from all the rice tossing. And he can tell, by your slightly labored breathing, that you’re gathering up all the energy you possibly can to powerwash all the dishes.

“You…made this for me?”

“Yeah! For us, actually. And the baby. I hope you’re okay with onions and scallions.”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine with those,” he insists. “It’s just that…I have a date tonight.”

Suddenly the pots and pans feel so much heavier. The air, hotter. The onions, stronger judging by how tears start pooling at the base of your eyes. At least you want to blame it on those.

“Oh,” you sniff.

“I’m so sorry, Honey. I should’ve told you so you didn’t have to go out of your way.”

“It’s fine.”

Why do you feel this way? It’s not like you two are together anyway. This pregnancy is a partnership… platonic with a capital P. So why are you upset? And more importantly, why are you jealous?

“I-I’m sorry…” Steve panics. “I-it’s just that we’ve been getting takeout all week and I thought it’d be the same toni-”

“It’s okay, Steve.”

“That came out so bad, I…”

“I know what you mean,” you shake your head shutting him down immediately. “Have fun tonight, okay?”

“You’re crying…”

“I was chopping onions,” you point out.

You nod to the bag of onions that were yet to be put away. There was a lot left to be put away actually, and you were kind of hoping Steve would help. But clearly he’s a busy man.

“And it’s probably just the stupid pregnancy hormones too,” you add.

“They’re NOT stupid,” Steve insists. “And you just said you have so much energy. You were bursting with light just a moment ago…before I killed it.”

“Have fun tonight, Steve,” you repeat.

You head over to the wok and scoop out a serving for two: one serving for you, and one for the baby. Dad will get the leftovers, you suppose.

Steve watches you intently. You can feel his stare even with your back turned. Suddenly, you hear the faint dial tone of his cell phone ringing a couple of times before someone answers.

“Hey…Lacey, I can’t come tonight,” Steve sighs. “I’m really sorry for being so last minute. A family emergency came up.”

You look back over at him. He makes sure to look you in the eyes as he says ‘family’.

The two of them talk some more before Steve hangs up the phone. Awkwardly now, you chew softly at the rice you made.

“Well she definitely hates me,” Steve chuckles. “But I don’t care.”

“Steve…” you speak. “You didn’t have to.”

“You’re carrying my kid,” Steve looks at you with glimmering eyes. “I can’t be running through the town in the arms of another woman. This pregnancy is a team effort.”

He glides over you and stops right where your hips meet. You timidly manage to look up at him, tear-jerked, all sweaty, and very very pregnant. And after Steve tucks a loose strand of hair behind the blushing cartilage of your ear, he presses his tender lips against your forehead.

“For the baby,” he whispers to you.

“For the baby,” you repeat after him.

The day is here.

The gender reveal, that is. You didn’t expect finding out something as simple as having a boy or girl was going to be this nerve wracking. And to think some people do this in front of a huge audience.

“Okay…” you exhale unevenly. “You ready?”

“Only if you are,” Steve nods, but his trembling hands betray him.

“Hand me a glass.”

Steve hands you one of the two wine glasses you brought for the intimate picnic you had planned for today. On the count of three, you two were to dig those very glasses into the cake and scoop out the long awaited answer.

SWEET CHILD O MINE, the cake reads. Boy or girl?

Henry and Eddie settled for a Rock-N-Roll inspired cake, with self-indulgent black and red buttercream on the outside, and the pre-determined blue or pink on the inside. You were afraid that it was going to be a little too edgy for Steve, but he assures you the aesthetic of a cake is the least of his priorities.

Drawing out an uneven breath now, you decide to start counting down.

“One…” you gulp.

“Two…” Steve joins in.

But you can't bring yourself to say ‘three’. Shutting your eyes closed in a bout of nervousness, you mutter softly,

"Two and a half..."

It earns you a chuckle from Steve. Knowing just how to calm you down, like he had been doing all pregnancy, he offers you his available hand to squeeze if you needed.

“Three!” you two finally say together.

Plunging your wine glasses into the cake, you and Steve gather one big scoop each while your eyes drift elsewhere.

“I can’t look,” you choke, sniffing back a tear or two.

“I can’t either,” Steve exhales, evidently nervous. “You can look first though.”

“No, I’ll look when you do.”

You’re met with messy dough and frosting in the glass at first. But after trailing after the inside part of the cake, you catch sight of the fluffy frosting that was buried beneath. A bright, eye-catching, pastel....

...cerulean blue. A baby boy.

“Oh…my…god,” your hand trembles in complete shock. “It’s a boy…”

“Oh my god, baby!” Steve sniffs going in to hug you. “We’re having a boy…”

And then it happens. Unable to contain himself from his joy any longer, Steve cups your face with his frosting-laced fingers, connecting his lips passionately to yours, and you with him.

It’s the best day of Steve’s life. You are the reason that he gets to live out his dream of becoming a dad. And now that you two are having a son, all he can imagine is teaching the kid how to throw a football in the backyard, signing him up for T-Ball and Boy Scouts (just like his dad once did with him), and taking him and his buddies out on silly, fun-filled rag-tag group adventures.

And knowing how strange and daunting the world can be, Steve already maps out how to raise your child morally, encouraging him to always treat others with kindness, to be a friend to all, to always lend a helping hand whenever the situation calls on it. And to respect women…because after all, everybody came from one. And Steve knows that he struck gold, considering the fact that he views you as an absolute queen.

You kiss King Steve back, humming in awe because of how natural his energy feels against yours.

It all feels very natural. Makes you feel like you’ve known him your entire life.

Your eyes widen in shock as you two look at each other, both stunned that a kiss was both of your initial, seemingly ‘platonic’, response to the news.

"Is it just me or is it just now hitting?" Steve questions. "We're having a kid together."

"It's just now hitting me too," you agree, the double meaning tugging aggressively at your heartstrings. "We're really doing this, Stevie."

“Our son.”

———

“What happens when one of us finds somebody?”

It’s a talk you and Steve were due for eventually. But Steve is just as unsure, looking over at your pregnant silhouette standing at the foot of the doorway.

But with how beautiful you looked standing at the doorway, your silk, maternity night gown hugging all the beautiful curves of your body while you rubbed your belly that housed your very active kicker, Steve wasn’t even sure if he’d ever want to find somebody else.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” he ends up saying.

He makes his way over to you, wrapping his gentle arms around your waistline, emitting his ever-growing love for you and the baby you two share.

“But if one thing's for sure, it's our son. Baby Harrington first. Before anything.”

“Baby before anything," you repeat the promise.

Steve’s lips graze your skin once again, an invitation and incentive to join him in bed — nuzzled up in the sheets and his warmth — so the two of you can soak in all the rest you possibly can before Baby Boy makes his entrance into the world.

Some bridges aren’t meant for crossing. Sometimes settling is the best option. And you don’t mind settling down. Because here, in Steve’s arms, it feels like home.

WEEK 38

An involuntary rush in your lower extremity stirs you awake. When you feel around to push the sheets aside and hobble to the bathroom, you’re stunned to discover your nightgown had become a raft, and that you’re laying atop your own unscented secretions. And you know it’s not piss. So if you didn’t pee…

Oh no, it’s happening.

You begin to panic.

“Steve!” you hiss, sitting up and pushing your partner awake. “HEY! Harrington!”

“Huh?” Steve mumbles, still half asleep.

“Get the hospital bag.”

“What?”

“Get the hospital bag, dingus. My water just broke.”

He shoots up. Still relatively disoriented, but now also horrified.

“W-what? Are you sure?! Does this… A-are you about to…”

“Yes! Grab the bag and start the car. He’s coming RIGHT NOW.”

While you slowly sit up to get your shoes and a robe on, Steve scurries to the car with your overnight L&D bag and purse in his arms. You reach over to grab your phone and charger, dialing up Eddie in the process.

It rings for a long time before he picks up.

“Honey, it’s 4 AM, what do you want?” Eddie grumbles.

“It’s time, Eds,” you sniff happily. “The baby is coming.”

The line is silent for a couple seconds, and for a while it’s like you can hear Eddie connecting the dots in his head. Alas, he speaks.

“HO-LY SHIT!”

*Click*. The line disconnects.

Steve holds your hand through it all. From checking into Labor and Delivery, to moving to your room, to breathing exercises with your bedside doula, check-ins with your midwife, and throughout the entire birthing process.

Not only is he nervous out of his mind, but he thinks you’re so beautiful.

"You know," Steve says in attempts to soothe you. "When I came out the womb, the nurse yelled "Oh my gosh! That's a lot of hair on a baby!"

You're too fixated on your breathing exercises to fully appreciate Steve's story. But you understand his sweet gesture, so you stroke his thumb with your thumb to let him know you're listening.

“I guess I had double the amount of hair than a usual newborn,” he continues. “And all the nurses were crowding around to get a good— OW OW OW! Watch the hand, watch the hand.”

The sudden level 9 contraction that shot through your entire stomach, causing you to scream in agony and beg for the epidural.

"JESUS, FUCK GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME!" you plead desperately.

Steve kisses you softly on the forehead before going in to stroke your, very sweaty, hair. He was not going to leave your side. Not now, not ever. This baby — and you — are the best things to ever happen to him.

Thanks to yours and Steve's mindful prep, the birthing process was a smooth one compared to others.

But still pretty painful, nonetheless. For you, for Steve, for everybody involved.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," Eddie sputters as he and Henry rush onto the unit with the baby's carseat and other miscellaneous belongings in their hands. "It's happening, it's happening. He's almost here!"

"I wonder," Henry pants, doing his best to keep up with his boyfriend. "If she experienced the Ring of Fire yet."

"What's the Ring of Fire?" Eddie questions him.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" your tumultuous screams sound down the hall directly from your room. Anyone would've thought someone was getting murdered in there, had it not been a hospital unit strictly for childbirth.

"That," Henry answers him.

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"You're almost there, baby," Steve encourages you. "Keep pushing."

The epidural had finally kicked in and now all you had to focus on was pushing.

“I see the head, Mama,” your midwife announces, rubbing your knee as you’re struggling to push. “Keep going, keep going! Couple more for me.”

“FUCK!” you cry out doing your best to contract those muscles.

“There we go…” Steve soothes you as he strokes your hair. “Doing AMAZING, baby. That’s it…”

He strokes your thumb with his, a helpless look in his eyes as he watches you struggle. It’s clear that Steve doesn’t know what else he could possibly do for you, but he attempts to mask that belief. He couldn’t wait to spoil you afterwards. It’s what you deserve.

“Few more pushes, Honey,” your nurse says again. “He’s almost out. We got his shoulders now.”

“Oh god I’m gonna faint,” Steve says, evidently growing dizzy.

“Can someone get a wet towel for Dad?!” another nurse calls out. “And maybe some juice?”

“PUSH, PUSH!”

“PUSH, Honey!”

“ALMOST THERE, MAMA!”

“I can’t,” you cry out. “I can’t anymore.”

“You can do it, baby,” Steve encourages you, pelting the back of your hand with endearing kisses. “You’re doing such a good job, I’m so proud of you…”

Before you know it, the air of the hospital room fills with tiny belted cries, followed by relieved and adorn coos as the nurse catches your baby.

“0507, time of birth!"

“Oh my god,” Steve wails in excitement. “Oh my god, he’s here he’s out. We have a baby! You did it, Honey!”

Too exhausted to say anything you simply fall back, taking a few deep breaths in relief. It’s over, the baby is here. And he is healthy.

You feel a sloppy kiss land on your cheek. Steve ruffles your hair when you look his way.

“You did it, Honey.”

Everything happens so fast after that.

From what you hear, Steve was the one who cut the umbilical cord — and he was very adamant about having the pictures to prove it. The baby was then weighed and bathed, all the hospital data was gathered with permission granted by Steve.

And soon, after an eternity, your son is swaddled and soon returned back to you and ‘Dad’.

"Oh wow!" a nurse remarks. "This baby has a whole lotta hair!"

You and Steve immediately look to each other and burst out laughing. Just like his Daddy...

———

“How does that feel, Steve?” you ask him, eyes fixated on the absolute DILF in front of you.

“Amazing,” he coos. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

When all needs were attended to, it was finally time for ‘skin to skin’. You didn’t think it’d be possible to be both sexy and wholesome at the same time — until you saw Steve cradling your newborn, pressing him tenderly against his exposed chest so that their hearts can beat as one.

“Hi little man,” he sniffs. “I’m your daddy.”

A single tear falls from his face and splashes onto the blanket that your son was cocooned in. Steve pulls him in closer and kisses him softly on the forehead.

“I’m your daddy,” he repeats.

It’s everything he’s ever wanted. Steve’s legacy is about to begin and it’s all thanks to you. And from your hospital bed as you recover, you are able to snap some pictures of the two loves of your life, the first photos of many, of the family photo albums.

“Ugh, when did Steve get so hairy?” Lucas wonders as he sneaks a gaze into the hospital room.

“Right?” Dustin agrees, joining him beside the doorway. “I told him he needs to tame that jungle but he claims the ladies dig it.”

“I mean, look at Honey,” Lucas points out. She seems to like it and Steve knocked her up.”

“True but it wasn’t organic, you idiot,” Max mutters.

Love pours in from every wing of the unit. Soon all your family and friends start to arrive, as well as Steve’s family and friends. You’re spoiled with ‘congratulations’ signs, and postpartum care packages, and an array of foods that you couldn’t eat while pregnant (i.e. sushi, deli sandwiches).

And with your approval, Steve comes out of the hospital room, ready — and proud — to showcase your baby to the entire world.

“Everyone, there’s someone we’d like for you to meet,” Steve says, keeping his voice at a low murmur. “This is Benjamin Dean Harrington. Benny for short.”

You and Steve end up taking parental leave at the same time.

Your entire day-to-day consists of loving on and spending quality time with Benny. The diaper changes, the cuddles, the nursery rhymes, and everything in between. It’s impossible to think you’ll ever get tired of it. You and Steve have officially transitioned to Mom & Dad Mode.

Until Benny goes to sleep.

As the golden sun peaks in through the cream colored blinds, you feel Steve’s hand trail down your back and down to your ass to grab it. Releasing a soft moan, you lean into his touch, shifting your weight to one side of the mattress.

“Baby…” he moans into you.

“Should we?” your eyes twinkle. “The baby’s asleep…”

He chuckles into your neck, raspy voice sure to be the end of you if he kept teasing you any longer.

“‘m scared I’ll hurt you.”

“I’ll let you know,” you barter. “I feel ready.”

———

“Fuck, right there, Steve…”

You grip the sheets tightly as Steve rolls his hips into you, his strokes a delicious mix of pleasure and a challenging stretch. And as you bite into your pillow, your eyes rolling up towards the sky, he maintains the pace you love so much, drilling you in, simultaneously massaging your clit while his quenched lips tenderly suction themselves to the crook of you neck.

It’s your first time together, but it feels like you two have done this before. Your bodies are naturally in sync, knowing where your boundaries lie without needing any cues, and knowing exactly how far you both can take it. Daddy Steve, being the gentleman he is, has your entire body mapped out.

“God I love it,” your overstimulated self whimpers, chest to your chin, ankles dangling off of Steve’s broad shoulders as he rails you.

“Oh, I bet you do, Honey.”

His large hand encloses around your neck, thumb hovering over your lips as he fawns over your mewling, vulnerable body.

“You want my cum, baby?” Steve asks. “Want me to fill you to the brim huh? You wanna have my babies?”

“Yes, I want your babies, Steve,” you moan. “Want all of them.”

And as an orgasm spills out of you, Steve’s spills in, coating you with his warm release as you both unravel in the sheets.

“Holy shit, that felt so good,” you whisper, nuzzling your head against his chest. Steve grins from ear to ear when you kiss him on the chin. “Thank you for making me feel so safe and loved.”

“Well when you’re you Honey, you make it so easy,” he blushes.

Steve rests his hands on your ass again, giving it a faint smack. You bite your lip as he pulls you even closer to him. And as the sun sets, you know round two is on the horizon.

“Anyways, when ARE we having another one?”

———

author’s note: i’m noticing some themes with the way i write eddie smut vs steve smut. i totally write eddie as a rough dom and steve is def a soft dom. not complaining tho, those are my headcannons for them 🤭

divider creds: @silkholland , @elfbar-baby

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petew21-blog · 4 months

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Could you do a story with a janitor swapping bodies with his hunky boss, please?

Happy retirement

This is my boss, Mr. Lark. He created his company when he was just a teenager. A company that become now one of the most profitable in town. Which made him a high class person over the years. Unfortunately the more money he had the worse his personality was. He bullied some coworkers, was mysoginistic a mainly spent all of his money on holidays, luxury cars and woman.

When he made a suprise retirement party for me, as a janitor, who worked in this company for over 25 years. Almost since the start.

The party wasn't bad, but as you can see from the photo it was just a PR stunt for my boss. After that he even made me start cleaning after the party "since it's your last day" he said and laughed. What a prick

I went to clean the last room left and that was his office. He always had ton pf garbage. But this time I only saw a few tissues there. The hand cream sat on the table. He was jerking off

Now, I don't do this a lot, but I do have some fettish. I never truly explored what it means because of my age and introverted personailty. But right now, all I kept thinking about was to inhale the tissues.

And so I did. I took them to my nose. I inhaled the strong scent of sperm. The idea that thus was just a few hours ago in my boss dick was extremely erotic to me. Suddenly I found myself eating the tissues like it was candy. And I didn't really mind.

But something else started to happen too. I must have done something forbbiden or I don't know, but my world started spinning and then I fell.

After I opened my eyes I found myself on a boat. Floating in the sea. And definitely not as myself. I was younger. Fitter. Tight and tan skin. Strong muscles.

I already had my suspicion but I needed to make sure. I got up to find out what happened. I look in the mirror and see my own boss.

As I look at my face I was mesmerized by my new incredibly healthy set of teeth and a beautiful face. Suddenly a young naked woman appeared from behind the corner.

"Hey, ready for round two? We can't wait for you any longer. We need you."

Another handsome man got close to her. And looked at me and her seductively:"We want you boss. We need you to fill us!"

Well. This is gonna be interesting.

After some time of nonstop sex, alcohol and partying we had time to relax. I slowly got adapted to my new life as the new 'boss daddy' as the young couple called me.

What happened to my body are you asking?

Well... that is rather a sad story. It seems that Mr. Lark's neurotic personality and my body didn't quite get along. Right now he is in a hospital with a heard failure. Maybe I should rush to the hospital to... you know... say goodbye.

Like I'd ever give up this body. No, I earned it and it's mine and I'm gonna enjoy it as I want. So enjoy the retirement Mr. Lark. Atleast you don't have to finish cleaning after the party

#male body swap #body switch #body swap #Boss body swap

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richeeduvie · 1 month

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Baby Jr one day just asking her parents for a baby sister or brother. Please please please 👼 I want someone to share my ice cream with. Baby teases Roman that maybe she should get *him* pregnant later that night

"A other me! And I-me and you and Mommy could have one more person for games and we'd have to buy more ice cream. But don't tell Mommy I say that cause I think she don't think that's a good reason."

And Roman just can't stop smiling. He's bent down with his elbow on his knee.

He was already convinced at the idea of another her. But him and Baby already talked about it. But maybe they could. Again.

"I can take a baby sister and a brother. More babies because I'm not a baby anymore."

"What's fifteen times three?"

Baby Jr stops smiling. But then she does, mouth closed and trying to hide her face in her hand.

"Daddy."

"Still a baby. Sorry. Sucks for you."

He mwahs her cheek and she giggles. Baby takes the moment well and already knows what's on her way to the bedroom.

Roman collapses on the bed and crawls towards her.

"I think, to make sure our daughter still loves us, you need to impregnate me."

"Roman."

"If this is about you going through another pregnancy which you're vagina is muscly-trained to do by the way, then you can stuff one in me."

"The birth was traumatic."

"Yes, I don't wanna-let's not think about that. She's out there playing with her Blue-dog plushie. Birth traumatic. Pregnancy? Cryptic."

Baby plays with his hair as he lies his stomach flat on the bed. "And you're convinced he or she-"

"She-"

"He or she will come out as a perfect angel who is as freakishly easy as the baby out there? And then they won't be because that's how children work. And what'll happen?"

"...But pregnant you was fucking...it made my cock enthusiastic. Even though you weren't that pregnant to begin with."

"And that's my fault. Three months too earl-"

"I didn't fucking say that! I-I'm going to pull my dick out and shove it through your teeth because I didn't say that."

"I'm just relaying my insecurities-"

"Don't. You baby. Fine, forget it. For now. She'll be fine, alone with no grown sperm."

"She's got us."

They hear Baby Jr giggle from the hall. Roman crawls up and onto Baby's stomach.

"...Yeah."

#inbox #hc's #drabble #dog and bone!au #roman roy x reader #succession fanfiction

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daisynik7 · 2 years

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Title: Trying

Pairing: Mike Zacharias x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: breeding kink, daddy kink, slight spit play, overall Mike being a lovely, doting husband. Modern setting au. Mikasa/Jean, Erwin/Levi, Ymir/Christa as minor side pairings because I adore them

Summary: You and your husband get ready for the next big step in your relationship.

Notes: I wrote this on a whim because I’m obsessed with this man. Consider this a small love letter to him and all the Mike fans (especially the ones who are reading my Eren series “Rush”, sorry y’all 🫣)

ao3 link

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Today, you and your husband Mike are attending your best friend’s baby shower. Mikasa is due in about a month, looking like a glowing goddess carrying her round belly and wearing a permanent grin on her face. Jean, her spouse and father-to-be, is equally as excited, maybe even more. He constantly posts updates on social media about how his “gorgeous queen and little bun in the oven” are doing.

Arriving to the party, your own husband, Mike, displays his odd quirk by sniffing your best friend as soon as you greet the soon to be parents. “It’s a girl. I can smell it.”

You roll your eyes at him, embarrassed as usual, but always amused. “Honey, that’s creepy.”

Mikasa and Jean laugh. “We’re just hoping for a healthy baby. The gender doesn’t matter.”

“Then, in that case, they smell perfectly healthy,” he says, smiling. “Congratulations.”

In your friend group, Mikasa is not the first to have children. Christa and Ymir already have twins, currently glued to the TV in the living room watching Sesame Street. Erwin and Levi recently adopted a little baby boy, who is being cradled by Eren and cooed at by Armin in the kitchen. And Hange has her adorable daughter, conceived via sperm donor, helping Sasha and Connie bake cookies in the kitchen.

You can’t help but be afflicted with a small case of baby fever. It’s inevitable, seeing all these adorable children running around the house. You’ve been married to Mike for two years now, still enjoying marital life with just the two of you. But you’d be lying to yourself if you said you haven’t been thinking about it recently.

It’s not that Mike isn’t ready. It’s you. He’s waiting for you to be ready. He’s mentioned it a few times, asking if you’re still on birth control, patiently anticipating the day you finally answer no. Nowadays, he doesn’t ask, allowing you to the be the one to bring it up first. If anything, Mike wants to start trying. You finally realize you want to start too.

Later, when the party is over and you’re back home, you hide your birth control pills in one of your cluttered drawers. The one where all knickknacks that are destined to be forgotten are collected. You delete the alarm on your phone, reminding you to “TAKE BC!!” every night at 9:00 PM. You’re not sure if you’re ready to tell Mike just yet, wanting to use at least one good night’s rest to plan it all out.

However, he doesn’t give you a choice. Mike, being an astute, attentive, and sometimes annoyingly observant husband, makes a comment as soon as it reaches 9:01 PM. You’re both sitting on the couch, watching an episode of one of your favorite shows while eating ice cream.

“Your alarm didn’t ring. Don’t forget to take your birth control.”

You don’t respond right away, pretending not to hear him. Of course, he doesn’t give in. Just as persistent as ever.

“Sweetie? Did you hear me? Your birth control?”

Biting your lip, attempting to hide an obvious smile, you lick your spoonful of ice cream before revealing, “I’m going to stop taking it, starting tonight.”

He blinks, surprised and almost doubtful about what you just said. “What?”

“I think I’m ready, honey.” You set down your mug on the coffee table to wrap your arms around his neck. “Let’s try. I want to start making babies with you.”

He leans in closer to you, voice soft and tender as he asks, “You’re 100% positive that you’re ready, right? You’re not feeling pressured or anything? Because we can wait. We’ll wait until you’re ready.”

Your smile widens as you nod your head. “I’m 1000% certain I’m ready.”

The grin on his face is so goofy and adorable, it gives you the same swell in your chest you used to get when you first fell in love with him. That you still get whenever you’re with him. You kiss each other slowly, passionately. Wanting to relish the emotions surrounding this profound moment in your relationship.

You feel him smile against your lips, absolutely giddy over the news. One hand slides around your waist, the other caresses your belly. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant with our kids.”

It sounds like an innocent, pure statement. But knowing your husband and being familiar with the sultry tone he currently exudes, you know what he wants to do with you in this moment.

Wrapping your legs around him, you tease him with a smirk. “I just stopped the pill today, so it’ll take a few months or even longer before I’m able to get pregnant.”

“We’ll see,” he challenges. “Besides, it doesn’t hurt to try right away, right?”

“I guess not,” you respond, fingers pulling at the hem of his shirt. He gets the hint and strips instantly, leaning over you to kiss you more, tongue slipping inside your mouth sloppily. His body is heavy on top of you, surrounding you with warmth and protection that he so often provides. With his lips grazing your ear, he whispers, “You want my babies inside you? Is that what you want?”

You swallow hard, feeling your arousal leak onto your panties, horny and desperate for him. “Yes, Mike. Give it to me. Make me pregnant.”

It’s impossible for you to get pregnant tonight, or even probably for the next few months. You’re fully aware of that. But this still doesn’t deter you from having nasty, unprotected sex with your husband and, hopefully, soon-to-be baby daddy. And talking dirty like this is a huge turn on for you both, so you’ll be damned if you don’t take full advantage of it.

Soon, all your clothes are tossed to the floor, abandoned ice cream melting away on the coffee table. Mike has your legs hoisted up towards your shoulders in a mating press, pounding away at your wet pussy. Drool leaks down the sides of your mouth as you let your moans echo into the empty space of your living room.

“Mike!” you whimper, dizzy from ecstasy as he hits your sweet spot over and over again.

“No. Not Mike. Use my other name, honey,” he grunts out, grip tight on your thighs as he thrusts his cock in and out of you.

“Daddy,” you whine, feeling your climax approaching.

“That’s it. Take my fucking cock, take my fucking cock.”

“Fuck,” you breathe out, coming all over him. He doesn’t stop. Instead, he picks up his pace, riled up from your orgasm, needy for his own.

“You want to become a mommy, don’t you? Have my sperm swimming around in this precious little cunt?” He gazes down at your arousal, letting his spit trickle over your clit. “Touch yourself while I fuck you. I want it nice and juicy while I fill you up.”

“Oh my god, Mike. Fuck me. Fuck me, daddy,” you moan, taking it like an obedient slut, fingers reaching down to flick your already puffy clit.

“I’m going to breed you. Get you fucking pregnant with my babies. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, honey?” he growls, eyes wild with lust as he rails you deeper and deeper.

“Yes, daddy. I’d love that. I love you.”

He lets out an exasperated laugh. “I love you so much, princess. Can’t wait to see this belly big and round. I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time. Been fantasizing about it.”

You can’t speak, words not enough to express the affection you have for your husband. It’s been two years of marital bliss and every day still feels like paradise together.

“I’m going to come, honey. Going to fill you up, okay?”

You wrap yourself around him tighter, waiting for his cock to spurt his warm load into your pussy. The sensation of being stuffed with him always pushes you over the edge. You come once more, his softening cock still nestled inside you.

His smirks as he lowers your legs, pulling his dick out slowly. Any cum that drips out of you is promptly fingered back in, Mike determined to get you pregnant tonight. Again, it’s impossible, but you appreciate his effort and tenacity.

A few months later, after countless nights of trying, you surprise him with a positive pregnancy test. The overjoyed smile on his face as he squeezes your now pregnant body in his loving embrace is something you’ll have stored in your memory forever.

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End Notes: I love him, I love him, I love him.

#mike zacharias #mike zacharias smut #miche zacharias #mike zacharias x reader #mike zacharias x you #miche x reader #miche x you #miche zacharias smut #miche smut #mike smut #attack on titan #attack on titan smut #aot #aot smut #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin #snk #snk smut #daisynik

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reveriexxgirlly · 1 year

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this shit's so good, should be illegal (repost)

Ledger!Joker x Fem!Reader SMUT

Prompt: Hispanic/Latina reader calls Joker daddy for the first time.

Warnings: Daddy kink, cream pie, titty slapping, spitting, and kinda overstimulation

Word Count: 872

ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤　enjoy !　﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ

Joker's grip on my hips was so hard I could feel the bruises forming on my skin underneath his fingertips.

I kept bouncing on his cock, arching my back with my hands behind my back, resting on his knees for support. My eyes closed, concentrating on cumming, but J knows I can't cum without clitoral stimulation. He's been actively avoiding my clit to toy with me.

Torturing me for his own entertainment.

"Fuck me."

I sighed.

"What do ya think I'm doin' doll?"

He said, smirking while focusing on where we were connected with each bounce I made.

"You know - I - I can't - please."

I begged.

I felt him slap my right breast hard, and I whined. I looked down and saw the skin on my breast turning bright pink.

"If you can't form a goddamn sentence, then shut up and moan like the dumb slut you are."

He slapped me again on the other breast.

I huffed and kept bouncing. I went back to closing my eyes and concentrating on trying to cum with just penetration. I stopped and started grinding on him to see if that’ll help. When I felt the bush of hair on his navel brush against my clit, and the feeling drove me crazy.

"FUCK, PAPI!!!"

The slightest touch to my clit almost made me cum. I was so desperate.

I was about to bounce again when J’s grip on my hips pulled me down and stilled me to sit on his cock. I opened my eyes and looked down at his face. I could see his dilated pupils, even under that stark black paint surrounding his eyes.

"What did you say?"

I started turning red when it finally hit me. I called J daddy in my native language.

I covered my face with my hands in embarrassment, but J was having none of that. He grabbed my wrists with both of his hands and brought them down next to our connected hips.

"What. Did. You. Say?"

He said through gritted teeth.

I shook my head no. I was so embarrassed, I didn’t think I could bring myself to say it again.

J was getting angry. He started gripping my wrists so hard with his claws it almost pierced my skin.

"PAPI!"

I screamed in pain.

J smirked and let go of my wrists. I was worried about his next move until he started rubbing my clit for the first time that night. I moaned so loud it echoed throughout the apartment.

I started bouncing again, faster and harder while he started thrusting up to meet my hips.

"Keep calling me that if you want to cum."

"PAPI! PAPI, YOUR COCK FEELS SO GOOD INSIDE ME! I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH. PAPI, PLEASE, PLEASE, YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM! PAPI!"

I kept pleading with him, hoping it was enough for him to stop playing his little games and let me cum.

"C’mon, c’mon, c’mon. I know you’re almost there. C’mon keep going. Papi’s gonna let you have this one."

He muttered as he kept rubbing my clit, this time harder. With that and his thrusts, it finally made me tip over the edge. My back arched as I came on top of him. I kept chanting Papi over again as I gushed all over his cock.

J kept rubbing my clit until I pushed his hand away due to the overstimulation.

After my orgasm, I collapsed on top of J’s bare chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kept thrusting up into me, trying to reach his own high.

I lifted my head from his chest, moved closer to his ear, and whispered.

"Please, Papi, come inside of me. I want to feel it drip down out of me even with your cock still inside."

He laughed in my face before he said.

"Ya have such a way with words doll."

J grunted as his grip around me started to feel like a bear hug.

I was being suffocated by his grip. After a couple more deep and harsh thrusts, J finally came inside me.

I whined in pain as I felt him fill me up with his sperm. Still feeling overstimulated from my last orgasm.

The amount of sperm J could produce was insane, it always felt like too much for one man. I could feel some spill out of pussy and onto the sheets.

His thrusts started slowing down and eventually stopped.

We were both panting, tangled with our naked bodies. J's cock was still inside me, and as much as I was in pain, I didn't want him to pull out just yet. The feeling of his cum and his cock inside me gave me a lot of comfort.

J unwrapped an arm around my waist, grabbed my jaw, and forced my head up.

"Open."

He demanded plainly.

I opened my mouth with my tongue sticking out, and he took this opportunity to spit in my mouth.

He patted my cheek with a smirk on his scarred face, and I closed my mouth and swallowed his spit.

"Now thank your Papi."

"Thank you, Papi."

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🥵🥵The Holiday Part 3🥵🥵

(This story is complete fiction and although i may desperately wish it isn’t, there is no fact or real world experience behind this story)

“open wide here cums the choo choo train, chugga chugga choo choo”. Daddy ben cooed as he lifted the spoon in a snaking and juveniles pattern toward my lips. However I couldn’t do it, keeping my lips tight shut daddy pressed the spoon against my lips. “Come now bubba, open wide and eat your din dins. You want to grow up and be a shapely and attractive girl don’t you?” He said however his patience wasn’t boundless and with that he would pinch my nose. Stopping airflow i tried to hold my breath as long as i could until suddenly my lips parted and i gasped for air.

Taking his opportunity, daddy ben rammed the spoon into my open mouth, closing my mouth around it the horrible mushy texture of the baby food mixed with the salty and gooey cum would cause me to dry heave. Pulling it out through my lips so he could be sure i’d cleaned it, daddy smiled as he took another spoonful and I struggled to swallow the pitiful baby quantity in my mouth already. However before i could protest daddy had continued to shovel spoonful after unbearably disgusting spoonful into my mouth. However, weirdly as i was fed i could feel my tongue and lips going numb and before the first of the food pots was finished my face was so numb i had saliva and food all around my mouth and down my chin.

Smirking at me daddy ben patronisingly teased me as he stood up and went to grab something, “good luck convincing anyone your not a helpless little baby girl when you can’t even eat baby food without getting covered in it….. suppose the numbing cream i put on the spoon worked tho hehe” he said as he returned to me holding a thick leather collar, from the front of which hung a large pink bib lined with prink frills and had an embroidered baby face and the words “Daddy’s Sissy Baby” on it. Trying to speak i simply couldn’t get my tongue and lips to form even babyish words as Daddy stepped round behind the high chair. Pressing the front of the thick leather collar against my Addams apple i felt it being lightly fastened around my neck as daddy padlocked it on. Coming back round in-front of me daddy proceeded to fix the position of the bib however I was simply unable to look down thanks to the thick and tall leather collar restricting my neck movement.

Stepping back daddy pulled out his phone and despite my sat face and moans of resistance, took a photo of me like this. Tears came to my eyes as daddy chuckled and said, “I’m making a scrapbook to remember your baby years sissy. This one will be ‘baby’s first feeding from daddy’” he teased as he then persisted in feeding me the rest of the sperm filled baby food and milk. Several times i had to swallow back down my own vomit as I struggled to eat the horrible formula, drooling and spilling it out of my numb lips i looked pathetic, baby food all down my chin and covering the bib. Once finished daddy took another picture just to show how messy i’d gotten. After having laughed and teased me for being messy, daddy finally began wiping my face clean. Once clean daddy would then proceed to gently kiss my forehead as he then began tidying up, leaving me in the high chair he explained what was next. “Ok bubba, so daddy’s going to prepare one more bottle of warm milk. Once you’ve drunk that, its sleepy time, i’ll have no arguments or drama’s ok princess. Daddy knows best for you remember” he cooed as my cheeks were still glowing a warm red from being kissed on the forehead by a man.

For a few seconds daddy turned his back too me while making up the milk bottle, which stupidly didn’t ring any alarm bells for me as it should have. Little did i know, daddy spiked the milk with high dosage Caffeine tablets, strong laxatives and diuretics, why? Evidently he wanted me wide awake for whatever was going to explode into my diaper, although for now i was non the wiser. Walking over with the baby bottle 🍼 daddy nestled the teet between my numb lips and in defeat i just began helplessly suckling on the bottle. As i did i dribbled and drooled onto the bib and my cheeks radiated red embarrassment. What else could i do, my arms and legs were pinned to the chair and my torso was help back against the back of the high chair by the tray table.

Eventually the bottle was emptied into my stomach, eyes watered in minced and moaned “dada pwease donts mwakes meh go beds yets. Ams not weally so sweepy dada, pwease” however without acknowledging what i said daddy simply picked up a pacifier from the counter and before i could protest had shoved it in my mouth and locked it in place with a sparkly pink strap. Looking at me he said “oh sorry bubba, did you say something? Was it asking daddy for another forehead kiss? Of course you can have one bubba!” As he again gently kissed my forehead, “sorry daddy didn’t understand when you asked, it just sounded like baby gurgle nonsense cutiepie” he added. So even when I spoke in baby speak there was no expression of self or expression of want for freedom unless daddy felt like understanding me. Shaking my head in embarrassment, daddy began to release me from the high chair, once undone i began to climb off the chair like an adult only to be pushed back into it. Daddy (being about a foot taller than me) leaned in and guided my arms around his neck then lifted me and forced me to wrap my legs around him, one arm round my back and one arm under my diapered bum daddy lifted me out of the chair.

How emasculating! Carried like a tired infant and dressed as pathetically as one daddy gently rubbed my back which to my surprise cause me to burp, “Awwwwwww good girl bubba, see doesn’t that feel better out than in? Sleepy time now i think” daddy said as i melted into his arms out of sheer embarrassment. Carrying me up stairs like a baby girl, daddy took me too the spare room. Setting me down on the bed watched as daddy prepared an adult sized crib next to the double bed, “just a few things to get you into for bed princess then you’ll go sleepy bye byes. Also, seems kinda cold in here, gonna turn that AC off and open a window.” Once done with the crib, daddy would walk into the closet and would exit with his arms full off yet more regressive clothing. Setting it all down on the bed behind me, daddy would gently remove my drool and food covered bib collar, allowing me to move my neck more freely. Looking down at my pink satin romper I tried rubbing my crotch with my mittens but it was no good, i could feel nothing as I heard daddy laughing at my pathetic attempts. At that i felt daddy ben begin to gather my hair behind my head, then I felt the strange feeling of a Sleep Bonnet cinching around my head, pulling it tight my hair was now all held inside the pathetic pink bonnet to which daddy said “because your still so young bubba, those lovely locks of yours are still so very sensitive…. Got to keep them comfortable and protected while you sleep” as he next proceeded to lay out a baby pink Fleece adult baby sleepsack.

I knew where this was going, shaking my head i stood up and attempted to run out of the room… where i was going to go dressed so pathetically was anyones guess. Naturally this earn daddy’s wrath, jumping up daddy grabbed me and man handled me over his lap. Picking up a paddle from the side of the bed, I was painfully beaten across the ass 10 times, each impact lead to genuine not even remotely exaggerated screams of agony and tears of humiliation, pain and regression. Once done daddy simply continued what he was doing with a very stern look, through the paci gag i tried to say “i’s sowwy dada, pwease dont’s mwake meh weaw that sweepsack” to which daddy simply sighed and said, “you better start behaving like a good little girl Jade, it pains daddy to be a disciplinarian. Perhaps daddy should have made you stay for longer, theres a lot more adult free will, self respect, fear and stupidity that I expected i’d be breaking down” as he unzipped the two zips on the front of the sleepsack down. Kneeling on the floor using the bed to lean on and keep the weight off my extremely sore bottom i hung my head in shame as daddy spoke, maybe he was right, maybe there wasn’t as much shame in submitting to the whims of a superior and more masculine man than me?.

While i pondered over that daddy would pick me up and lift me to sit on the edge of the bed, my bum stung as i shifted and moved trying to not sit on one sore bit too long. Picking up the sleepsack, daddy guided my legs into the bag and then stood me up, using him to lean against, he then guided my already mittened hands into the mittened sleeves of the sleepsack. It felt so warm, zipping it up daddy snuggly trapped me inside the heavy fleece lined Sleepsack, the inside was so fluffy and cosy however with no AC and windows open too the warm outside world i could feel the suit retaining my body heat already. Sitting me back down, daddy then raised the hood over the sleep bonnet and then cinched the drawcords around the hoods edge so tight only my face could be see. At that daddy stepped back to admire his handy work, “grown man in his early 20’s ? Or Adorable little baby girl ready to go beddy byes in her cosy wosy baby cloths with 2 diapers incase she has an accident? I think to even argue for the man opinion now is pointless don’t you my adorable little girl” daddy teased pinching my cheek and smiling. “Oh almost forgot, arms up bubba!” Daddy said grabbing something from behind me.

Doing as i was told as I suckled on my paci praying for freedom, daddy grabbed a thick padded belt with 2 cuffs attached too either side. Fastening the belt tightly around my waste i felt it pinch and squeeze my waste through all my layers. Then daddy began to manoeuvre my left wrist into the cuff on the left side of the belt, not wanting to be restrained i tried to yell and scream “NO! PLEASE I DONT WANT TO!!! HELP NEIGHBORS!!! SOMEONE!!! IM BEING HELD CAPTIVE AGAINST MY WILL!!” At that i felt daddy’s hand clamp around my throat, tightly gripping my throat i began to struggle to breath. Eyes watering i looked at daddy with fear, “listen to me James! I don’t care what you say! You put up resistance and deny it all you want! But for 2 weeks! YOU ARE A BABY GIRL!!! Your not a man, your not an adult and no one, absolutely no one is going to help you!! Now daddy has tried to be nice but you’ve pissed me off today!! So you’re going to have your wrists restrained to your waste, you’ll be put on your back in your crib, you’ll have the heavy quilt pulled up to your chin and you’ll stay there till 11am. If you try in any way to fight that then tomorrow I’ll take you to a sketchy plastic surgeon and get you breast implants, ass implants, lip injections and a gastric band!!! So if you don’t want your male ‘disguise’ permanently ruined you’ll do what your told….. understand!!???” By this time tears were streaming down my face, fear rushed through my mind as all i could think was ‘am i really going to die like this?! Being choked to death while being lectured about acting in the manner that I’m dressed’ however just as he finished talking daddy let go and without hesitation I simply nodded and out of pure fear extended my arms for daddy to do with as he pleased.

Unlike before daddy didn’t apologise or wipe away my tears, instead he roughly and harshly wrestled my wrists into the restraining cuffs trapping my arms by my sides. Looking at him with tears in my eyes, daddy would stare back with a very serious face, “Cry all you want you pathetic gay little cuckold bed wetter! It wont make this any better. Now bed time, if i hear a peep out of you I promise you’ll regret it!!” He said as he then walked over to the crib, opening up it side and raising the bars acting as a lid, he flung back the visibly heavy pink Disney princess adorned quilt. Returning to me he would push me to the floor, landing on my stomach with a thud I whimpered as he then grabbed me by the shoulder and lifted me to my knees. “Walk on your knees faggot, only good baby’s get carried everywhere!” Daddy grunted. Looking down my pink sleepsack adorned body I whimpered as i began trying to put one knee in front of the other, however in focusing so hard i began crying and whimpering.

“Oh get a fucking grip of yourself faggot! You wanted this!” At that i felt Daddy grab and clamp his hand around the scruff of the neck of the sleepsack. “Dont have time to wait! Its your fucking bed time!!” Daddy growled as he then began dragging me across the room, my knees down being the only thinks contacting the floor as daddy head my body at a 45 degree angle. With my arms pathetically pinned to my waste i felt the helplessness and fear that daddy could let me go and i’d land flat on my face, after being dragged across the room, daddy manoeuvred me into the crib (babyish cage). Positioning my head on the pillow and sliding my sleepsack adorned legs under the heavy quilt, daddy would fling the quilt up over me, moving it up to right under my chin he would then tuck it all in tightly around the mattress. As if the restraining belt and cuffs weren’t bad enough i was now granted very limited movement as Daddy then slide the side bars back into place and closed the lid bars down and padlocked it shut. “Good night faggot! Think about your behaviour today and ask yourself if this is the kind of gratitude you should be showing such a loving daddy as myself. Its 4:35pm, well past your bedtime, i’ll see you at 11am” daddy grunted as my pathetic little brain could think nothing but ‘god I’m so horny, come back and jerk off my clitty daddy’.

Walking out Daddy ben would turn off the lights and i could easily through the sleepsack hood hear him lock the door, why so many locks where was i going to go or how was i to escape dressed like this. Crying for about an hour and desperately trying to get my double mittened hands to my crotch to rub my penis i moaned and struggled before finally accepting the remain horny fate ahead of me. So about 5:45 i tried to fall asleep, but no matter how hard i tried, no matter how comfy i got i simply couldn’t do it…. Little did i know the caffeine, laxatives and diuretics daddy had put in my milk had began taking effect. Out of nowhere i was struct by a painful and dangerously unsettling cramp in my stomach, ‘god no!! It cant be!! Im not a baby!! I can’t shit myself again!!’ I screamed inside my head.

At that i began Screaming loudly through the paci, writhing and squirming, kicking my legs and violently pulling against the cuff to try free my arms while trying to keep my cheeks clenched. Tears rolling done my face i tried desperately to sit up but daddy had tucked me in so tight i couldn’t raise my body or legs much more than 20 cm off the mattress. All this struggle only led however to me beginning to sweat profusely and after 15 minutes of struggle, it was all for nothing as a large squishy, warm and gloopy poopoo squelched into my diaper and spread across the inside of the diaper only to then be watered down and made more disgusting by a stream of peepee lasting a solid minute and half. Finally as a show of just how pathetic i was… as i finished peepeeing and and began whaling in embarrassment i would feel a small squirt of sissy cummies out the end of my cage. Laying there, pink plastic chastity, double diapers now full of shit, piss and cum, locking plastic panties, a sleeper locked on me, mittens, locked in a mittened sleepsack, arms restrained to my waste and gagged while tucked in super tight under a heavy Disney Princess duvet in a locked crib cage…. I realised i could do nothing to escape the intense smell of my own shit which began to waft up through the sleepsack and out the only opening at my neck. Thanks to all the baby food the smell of my shit and piss were horrific and… well infantile. For the next 6 hours from 6pm until midnight i lay awake, pissing intermittently and farting watery farts, all i could do was cry and sweat as well as wonder why I couldn’t sleep.

Finally as midnight approached the caffeine began wearing off and while sucking on my paci i drifted off to sleep in utter shame and discomfort. This was only day 1 with daddy…. How much worse was this too get…..

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