#dream daddy a dad dating stimulator

[saintsofthestarfield]

University AU: Microfic-ish HC’s

When Reg and Rem need time to study in peace, they send James and Sirius, respectively, to go find the other. They entertain themselves by going on runs (James idea) or taking a ride on Siri’s bike around the town (Sirius’ idea). Sirius despises running and James is scared of going too fast.

Barty joined the fraternity that is rivals with the one his dad was in.

Reg coded a program for Barty and Even called “Should I Ask Regulus?” where based on a series of questions, the program would determine if Barty or Evan should ask Reg for homework help. The first question was, “Can I type my question into Google?”, and the chances of the program determining YES was about 5%. It’s astonishing how bad Barty and Evan are with numbers for guys going for degrees largely based in mathematics.

Marlene and Dorcas are obsessed with the Sims games. Dorcas will build elaborate frames for the houses then hand the controller to Marlene who decorates the inside and the yard. They build each other as characters and make them go on dates.

Reg and James met in their biology lab when both of their project partners were absent, leaving them to have to collaborate on the DNA isolation assignment. For all James seemed floaty and obnoxiously happy, he was quick with his hands and easily adaptable, meaning his errors in measurement or process was quickly recovered. Regulus was left to do all the transcribing, as he could state things much more elegantly, and the lense work. If James found the masterful way Reg worked his hands around a microscope attractive, he kept it unwraps in the lab. They made a productive team, even if Reg needed to remind James to slow down sometimes and even if James was rich in his praise for Regulus’ brains.

Evan, Barty, and Reg were friends in high school, not really planning to attend the same college, but somehow ended up together again anyways. Evan liked to call it fate, but Reg liked to call it daddy’s money. Not that Evan and Barty weren’t smart, but they surely didn’t have the drive in high school to make it here on scores alone.

If Reg wasn’t so into the experimental aspect of medicine, he would have been a double major in Chem and Physics with a minor in Astronomy with hopes of working at NASA. NASA was his dream up until his 6th year at Hogwarts where he took a summer apprenticeship at a hospital research lab where he watched scientists test the effects of stimulant drugs on rats.

James came to the school on a sports scholarship, though his grades could have gotten him in without it. He has realistic hopes of going pro but was inspired to pursue a medical degree from his father who runs a practice in his hometown.

[love-arah]

I’ve decided to start blogging again…

I’ve decided to start documenting again because that’s when I’ve always felt the most in-touch with myself. I don’t want to be overly, externally stimulated anymore. I want to be able to touch the grass of my world, I want to feel connected to my inner-self. The universe and galaxy within my soul. Also I want to be more at-peace with my past so that I can fully enjoy my present and look forward to my future. I want to be excited for it. I want to fully embrace my Late-Twenties because I’m never going to be as young as I will ever again today. A few things I want to talk about. I’m fully a hopeless romantic, I live in rose-tinted glasses and am somewhat always pensive and melancholic. It feels a bit like a contradiction but that’s also me. I’ve made way too many mistakes and I know things will never be perfect but I am blessed to be in a place where I’m becoming at peace with the tides of my life. All my downfalls and turmoils, all my pain and heartache - all the mountain-highs and rainbows, all the sparkly and magical moments. I’m learning to take life in strides and the beauty that comes from all of it.

So much of my identity is rooted in my beliefs. I’m a Born Again Christian and I believe in God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit, with that being the foundation, guide and compass of my life - it allows me to contemplate how I can be human in the 21st Century, leading with compassion and a strong sense of social justice and truth. I’m thankful for my community and support system to mentoring me when making a stance for the things I believe in.

One of my biggest weaknesses is that I’m easily distracted. This gets me in a lot of trouble. Aside from my anxiety, it’s something I struggle with deeply. It could be a much deeper issue related to mental illness, I’m sure. But for now, it’s a trait I’m learning to manage. It’s difficult when you have responsibilities and consequences you need to take responsibility of. For the longest time, I would avoid anything negative in my life. I realised this was counterproductive to any of my goals and beliefs. I had to make a change.

A few things to note: I’m constantly evolving and shifting. My sister has an entire Astrology Birth Chart of me and I feel like I’m always getting to know myself, I tend rely on research and conversation to solidify my fluidity. This gives me a sense of control because I feel like I have no control of myself and my life for the most part.

The most important people in my life that I will talk about: My family, my mom is the cutest person in the world, I take after her a lot, inevitably so. My dad, I have a lot of daddy issues, which I’m sure will come up more often than not. My oldest sister Hanna, she’s one of my best-friends, I adore her. My second oldest sister Hazel, someone who has always inspired me and I’ve aspired to be, she lives in Canada. My best-friend and soulmate Abby, she has my heart. My boyfriend Ryan, we’ve only been dating for about a month. Plus some of my other friends, Jireh, Jamie, Nico and Machu.

I don’t really intend on making bold statements as much as being as authentic and honest as possible. I want to be able to feel my feelings in full and heal from any wounds from the past and those yet to come.

A little bit about my mental health: My therapist’s name is Karen and I will go back and forth mentioning some things she may say, I haven’t found a decent psychiatrist yet and I’m currently on supplements alternative to medicine on a trial basis. Mainly, magnesium, ashwagandha and curcumin. But I have my manic episodes too and those are harder to discuss.

My boyfriend and I have discussed my “manic, pixie, dream-girl” moments and how my healing journey has lead me to become less manic, not without effort.

I struggle with compulsive lying and anxiety. Habits and self-defense mechanisms I’ve picked up since my childhood and am currently trying to shed some light on - easier said than done. This lead to severe insecurity and fear, things I’m still learning to heal from.

Some of the biggest determinations in my life are to find my purpose and dream-job, whatever that may be and to be able to move to a different country, particularly this one city in Canada called Calgary. I’ve always been an overwhelming perfectionist but I wonder what would happen but I didn’t try to focus on too many things all at once and have my all to more specific goals. Would that increase the odds of me achieving them?

I probably have a bigger bark than a bite, I also struggle with boredom and focus. I’m not exactly sure what causes those or how to fix them. They could be habitual or they could be a mental illness I have yet to be educated about. I don’t want to worry too much or overthink. I want to focus on things I can control and my immediate actions: “The Next Right Thing”: Prayer. I am a planner and organizer and I believe in life-long education. I sound so formal but it’s true.

Now onto my favourite bits. My interests: Literature, gaming, performing arts, beauty, fashion and skin-care, aesthetics, education, history and all things “soft-girl, princess, croquette”. My favourite colours are pink, white and I favour pastel colours. My favourite genres of music are musicals, “kawaii-vibes”, pop, k-pop, cabaret, rnb-soul and chill-rap/chill hip-hop. My favourite genres of literature are poetry, children’s literature, teen fiction, YA fiction, chick-lit, fantasy, romance, dystopian, supernatural, prose and short stories. My favourite genres of series and movies are pretty much the same except I’d like to add that I like anime and animated content, anything Disney-related, period flicks, cheesy rom-coms and musicals.

Hobbies: Reading, writing, singing, dancing, playing my ukelele and guitar, playing video-games, watching series and movies, analyzing them via creating PowerPoints, photography, videography, editing and a lot of other stereotypically feminine things.

A huge project I am currently undergoing at the moment is purging. I’m purging my social media, my digital and physical storages and dealing with all my untreated trauma via professional help, of course. There is no specific timeline to this because I don’t want to put any undue pressure on myself. I’m just taking things day by day. I can’t change the past but i can shape my present and future towards something I want it to be and that’s enough.

I have a lot of influences in my life I would rather show than list down (Something to look forward to!). I’m not exactly sure about the outlook of this new venture of mine but I know it’s going to be multi-media oriented and badly made (baby steps) content creation of sharing my life.

I am so giddy but I think I’ll stop for now. I never know how to end these things. But if there’s anyone out there, willing to read or stumbling upon or just curious about my life - I hope you find something you can relate to.

[ddaddsprompts]

The dads with a dadsona who's just came out of an operation bieng high on anesthesia and starting to say random shit? tysm

🎣Brian :- super confused like what are you saying???- tries to compete with you (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧- like seriously dude what in the actual heck🏋Craig :- low chuckling and he tries to calm you down??? kinda???- mostly finds it funny rather than confusing- gives you smol kisses to make you stay quiet🐶Damien :- doesn't really care to be honest - just goes around his daily tasks taking care of you feeding you etc- tuts at you📚Hugo :- doesn't even notice - "this is my partner it doesn't matter ily"- snorts when you mention something about his moustache once 💒Joseph :- demon? demon.- secretly brings in holy water and sprays a little at you- slightly afraid but in God's Name He Shall☕Mat :- why is this so funny I'm going to chokE- laughs way too much for his own good- when did you get to this point when your humour is so dry it's funny?🔪Robert :- records every single thing- the next day you see your face on social media blubbering along to some shit- nearly dies laughing (sorry for the lack of content - mod rae)

[seraphitawyvean]

Dads react to Dadsona that he made some erotic Photographs for a anniversary xD

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Robert

-Looks at the Picture and lift a eyebrow “Wait Babe your where naked in front of a stranger?” of course that was his first reaction about this beautiful present you want to give him...

Craig

-He takes a little time “... Bro.. wow thank you its beautiful” He grin and gives you a kiss

Hugo

-He plays with his glasses “.. Thats.. wait..” he looks closer..” is this your naked Butt?” you nod..” ...for me?” you nod again and then blush”..thank you” then he kiss you

Brain

-Its rar for him to get a picture like this as a anniversary Present and especially from someone he loves...” Is .. is this for me?” he ask.. you nod “ Wow” Brain blush “ This is the frist time I got something like this” he smiles happy

Damien

-He blush first when he see you Present “ You know in the Victorian era Picture like this is a big scandal” he giggles and squezze your hand

Mat

-He blushs very hard when he saw your naked body with your sedusive smile look directly to him “ Uhm...” it was not the frist time he don´t know what to say” I.. I like it?” he smile shy “ You dont like it do you?” “No .. no I .. I mean its wow” he laugn nervously “ I.. I never got something.. somthing like this” he whisperd and you kiss his nose with a smile...

Joseph

-He blushes so hard his ears and cheeks are so red when he saw your present for him “ ..this.. this is..” he point at your naked chest and your naked butt the rest of the picture is shrouded with a white blanket and pearls your roll with your eyes “ Joseph? Do you like it?” He blushes again and look at you “...” He nods “ good..” then you kiss him..

[sunflowerspectre]

Getting home from a shit work day to find out DDaDS came out is the happiest moment of my life and my copy is already downloading. Give me the dads.

[xoxo-teddybear]

You Have Me - Bakugou Katsuki

Dad!Bakugou x Babysitter!reader

Warnings: Dad!Bakugou, Fingering, 18+, Cursing, pining, cheating, daddy kink (cuz duh)

Request: Dad Bakugou in love with his babysitter. She’s younger than him but still over legal drinking age and Bakugou is not too old. I just wanna see how he’d go about this whole situation ESPECIALLY if he was already married.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“F-Faster Katsuki!” You said as Bakugou pounded into you on the kitchen island.

“Shit baby...fuck, you like that shit? Like how daddy fucks your sweet cunt?” He teased as he hit your cervix. “You gonna give me another brat? Huh? C’mon Teddy Bear I know you can do it~”

His hand traveled to your clit as he toyed with your pretty pussy. Your legs shook as he worked his magic and you clenched around his cock.

“Ohh~ ‘M gonna cum!” You cried out. Your hands clawed at Katsuki’s back as he sucked his teeth in due to the stimulating pleasure.

“Do it. Cream all over my cock baby.” You obeyed his every command as you did what you were told and spilled all over him. Your orgasm didn’t stop him as he continued to ram into you. He sped up as he chased his own release and threw his head back.

“F-Fuck! Fuck baby,” he leaned down close to your face as he used his hand to grab your chin. “I love you. You fuckin’ understand me?” He said and brought a smack to your ass. “I love you Y/N.”

His voice grew whiny as his thrust became sloppy. You both were a moaning mess until Katsuki met his climax and filled you with his release. Right as he came, his lips met yours for a rough and passionate kiss that you both desperately moaned into. He continued to slowly thrust into you to push his cum deeper inside your womb as you tugged at his hair. Your lips finally separated as Katsuki stopped his thrusts. He rested his forehead against yours as you both held heavy breaths. He grinned at your dazed eyes and grew excited. He was sure he done enough to get you pregnant. He saw your soft, angelic features and listened carefully as you began to speak.

“Katsuki...it’s time to wake up.” You said with a smile.

“Huh?” Bakugou said in confusion as he lifted his face away from yours. You sat up and shoved his shoulder as your voice began to fade out.

“Wake up! ....Wake up Katsuki. Katsuki! ....Katsuki!”

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“Katsuki! Wake up!”

The 25 year old man had his eyes shot open as he flinched the slightest bit. He awoke to his bitch of a wife smacking his upper body to get him to come to.

“Ugh, the hell do you want?” He groaned as he layed back down in bed.

“I want you to get out of bed! We’re supposed to be going to Aki’s party today! You owe me since you didn’t want to buy me those heels!” She complained. Bakugou rolled his eyes at the gold digger and shooed her away with his hand.

“Go by your damn self. I have a meeting today. I’m not going to one of your shitty friend’s stupid ass parties. And also, I don’t owe you shit. I’m not dropping three grand on a pair of heels for some bitch.” He said with his eyes still shut. He heard his wife gasp at his insults and he could already imagine her dropped jaw.

“Excuse me, but I’m not some bitch. I’m your wife-“

“Who’s a bitch.” Bakugou interrupted. He opened his piercing, crimson eyes as he watched her tilt her head to the ceiling and crossed her arms.

“Hmph! Fine then! I’ll go by myself!” She said and marched out the room and out the house. Bakugou groaned as he rolled onto his back and threw his arms over his eyes.

“Good. That’s what I wanted. Stupid bitch.” He said to no one in particular. He sighed as he held on to the memory of the sweet dream he was having before his wife had interrupted. The sweet dream of him completely indulging himself in Y/N L/N, his son’s babysitter.

Was it wrong for him to have these thoughts about Y/N while being married? Yes. But did Bakugou care? Not at all. He was so drawn to Y/N it was like love at first sight for him. Besides, he didn’t love his wife anyway. They dated for a year and the whole time, Bakugou completely hated it. Truthfully, Bakugou dated her for her looks and the sweet facade she put up, but when her true self came through, Bakugou knew he was done with her. Unfortunately, before he had the chance to break up with her, his son Katsuo, was conceived. So when the news of her pregnancy became known to him, the toxic couple decided to tie the knot and get married. What a poor decision.

Bakugou decided enough time had been spent in bed and so he got up and got ready. Once he was fresh and clean he checked the time and saw it was 8:30. He made breakfast and prepped the table. Once he was done, he walked to his son’s room to wake up the little guy.

Katsuo Bakugou. Katsuki’s precious son. Even though he wasn’t planned, Katsuki loved his dear boy regardless. It’s sad to say the same thing can’t be said with the boy’s mother. Leiko Hotashi, Katsuo’s mother, seemed to have no love for the child, or anyone other than herself and money. She complained the entire pregnancy, she didn’t smile at the first sight of him when he was born, and she didn’t bother to be around the little guy either. Katsuo basically grew up without a mother’s love but he turned out just fine because Katsuki’s love was more than enough. The constant absence of his mother didn’t bother him and the child didn’t seem to care whether she was around or not. It’s sad really, but what can you do?

Bakugou walked into the room and saw a tuff of blonde hair that resembled his own. He walked to his ‘mini me,’ and shook the 5 year old awake.

“Katsuo...wake up bud. C’mon.” Katsuki said in a surprisingly soft voice. He was greeted with a pair of red eyes that copied his own and he smiled down at his carbon copy. “C’mon bud, breakfast is ready.”

Katsuo sat up in bed and yawned as he rubbed one of his eyes with his tiny fist. Katsuki smiled at the cute sight. “G’morning dad!”

“Heh. Good morning bud now let’s. Go. We got a nice breakfast waiting for us,” Bakugou said as he picked up his son in his arms. Katsuo giggled in excitement as Katsuki walked down the stairs and went into the kitchen.

The two sat down at the island as they enjoyed their breakfast and Katsuki listened to his son babble on about nothing. It was a peaceful morning for the most part. Katsuki’s morning always consisted of his crazy wife being a nag but other than that, he enjoyed his mornings with his son.

“So, I have to go to work soon and Mom is gone, but Y/N is coming by in a bit to watch you.” Katsuki explained to the young boy who seemed to light up at the mention of your name.

“Y/N’s coming?! Yay!” The boy shouted. Katsuo loved you. You’ve been his babysitter for 2 years and you already had the child (and his father) wrapped around your finger. Without knowing it, you showered the boy in motherly love, something that he never really got to experience. As we already stated, Bakugou felt drawn to you as if it was love at first sight, but seeing the way you interacted with his son just sealed the deal for him.

The two continued their meal and when they were done, Katsuki had the child wash up and get ready for your arrival. He cleaned up in the kitchen and by the time he was done, you knocked on the door. Bakugou felt his heart race at the knowledge of your presence and before he ran to the door, he stopped infront of a mirror to check himself. He fixed his hair and adjusted his clothes to fit more comfortably and then ran to the door. Before opening it, he placed his hand on the knob, took a breath, and then pulled the door open to be blessed with the sight of your beauty. “Y/N! Hi!”

“Heh, hey Katsuki.” You said as you stood at the door with a smile. You weren’t dumb. You always noticed how nervous Bakugou was whenever you were around. His crush was a little obvious to you and even though you felt something for the handsome hero, you never made any advances for the man. He was married and had a kid! There’s no way any sort of relationship was happening. Luckily, a very flirtatious friendship blossomed between you two and you grew so close that you both reached a first name basis.

Y/N L/N. A beautiful woman at the pretty age of 23. She was not only beauty, but she was brains, strength, and grace. She was a fierce and charming lady who had poison on her tongue but a fluffy heart of gold. The lot of you may be thinking that a 23 year old woman should be doing more than babysitting, but Y/N is still fairly young. And besides, babysitting was just a side gig. You had an actual career and owned your own dance studio but ever since you met the Bakugous, you just couldn’t give up on the little job.

“...Umm...Katsuki. Are you gonna keep staring or are you gonna let me in?” You said with a chuckle. Bakugou embarrassingly snapped out of his trance before speaking.

“Right! Uh, come in,” he said and stepped aside for you to enter. You nodded with a smile and walked into the large home, took a seat on the soft couch and you waited for Katsuo to come down. In the meantime, Katsuki always took the opportunity to make small talk with you.

“So..how’ve you been? It’s been awhile since you came over to watch Katsuo.” Katsuki said as he took a seat that was pretty close to you.

“Yeah, sorry about that. The studio’s just been pretty hectic with more clients coming in. Even before I came here, I dropped off some choreography for a heels class that I’m teaching tonight.” You said. The mention of your upcoming class made Katsuki a little excited. Your studio commonly filmed classes to post online for publicity and when Katsuki found videos of you dancing/teaching a heels class, he couldn’t help but constantly admire the view.

“Still coulda’ came by to at least say hi or something,” he said with a gruff but obvious sarcastic voice. “S’been forever since I- I mean since Katsuo saw you.”

“Relax dummy,” you said with a giggle as you playfully slapped his arm. “I’ve only been gone a week.”

Bakugou pretended to be in pain as he placed a hand over his chest, slumped in his seat, and scrunched his face. “Ouch. Don’t remind me. Like I said, it’s been forever.”

You both laughed at his little joke as he sat up straight again. You looked around the house and after seeing a few family pictures hanging, you decided to bring up another topic. “So..where’s the Mrs.?”

“Tch. She’s out at some random party.” He said as he stretched out his neck. You raised your brow and smirked at his answer.

“Oh? Is somebody upset he got left behind?” You teased which made Bakugou cackle a bit.

“Yeah right! Like I care about that nag. She could leave for an eternity and I wouldn’t care and neither would the kid. Besides, it’d just give me the opportunity to get a little closer to you.” He said as he leaned in a little closer and you did the same.

“Oh really?” You said with a smile.

“Really.” He replied back with a face that mimicked your own. Soon enough, his hand found a place on your inner thigh and gave it a squeeze. Your lips slightly separated with a tiny gasp and Bakugou definitely took notice of that. Things would’ve continued if it wasn’t for the sudden voice of a child.

“Y/N!” Katsuo said in excitement as he took notice of you on the couch. You and Bakugou jumped and quickly separated before the child could even get an idea of what was about to happen. You were quick to stand and greet the small boy as you crouched down to his level and gave him a hug.

“Hi Katsuo!” You said with your award winning smile. Katsuki watched from the couch as Katsuo went on and on about all the things he wanted to do today and the only thing that appeared in his head was a new family picture but with you in it instead of Leiko.

“Alright bud,” Bakugou said as he got up from the couch, walking to the two. “I gotta get to work but enjoy your day with Y/N, okay? And be good.” Bakugou said as he ruffled his boy’s blonde hair.

“I’m always good, dad!” The boy pouted as he swatted away his father’s hand. You laughed at their interaction and Bakugou chuckled before kissing the crown of his son’s head and walking to the front door.

“Bye Katsuo!” He said from the exit. You walked him to the exit and before he left he turned to you. He checked to make sure his son wasn’t watching before making his move. He grabbed your chin with his fingers to make you face him and softly spoke. “And I’ll see you later tonight, beautiful.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes at his compliment then said your thanks. You expected him to leave after that and so you tried to walk back to Katsuo but before you could, Katsuki pulled your wrist, grabbed your chin again, and pecked your cheek before exiting and slamming the door shut. You stood with a shocked expression as you felt blood rush to your cheeks.

Although you knew you felt something special for Katsuki, you knew he was married. And you weren’t no homewrecker! Even though some may see it as a harmless little peck on the cheek, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for his growing affections towards you. You sighed a bit before calming down and walking to the blonde boy waiting for you in the living room. You were going to enjoy your time with Katsuo but the return of his father stirred up a little confusion in your chest.

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Hours passed. When you arrived it was 9:30 a.m. Now, it’s 10:00 p.m., and you expected Bakugou to be home soon. You didn’t really expect to see Leiko. Whenever Katsuki mentioned she was out partying, she never came back while you were around. It’s not that she was purposely avoiding you, she just tend to stay out into late hours of the night.

Katsuo was supposed to be in bed half an hour ago but his puppy eyes got the best of you and so you stayed up an extra hour to watch a quick movie with him. In the middle of the screening, he fell asleep on you and so you turned off the T.V and carried him to bed. After tucking him in, you walked away but felt a tug on your arm. Your turned to see Katsuo with sleepy eyes staring up at you. “Yes Katsuo?”

“Sing me to sleep again. Please Y/N,” the sweet boy asked. You smiled down at him and nodded. You took a seat on his bed side as you ran your fingers through his soft, spiked, blonde hair and sang.

As you sung Katsuo to sleep, you didn’t even notice the front door opening. Katsuki walked in feeling a little excited to see Y/N again but when he walked through the door he heard an angelic voice. He placed his bag down and followed the sound into his son’s room. Once he made it there, he stood in the doorway and listened to your voice and watched as you sung his child to sleep.

Your calming voice sent a blush to Katsuki’s face as he smiled and watched. Your voice was like honey. Smooth and sweet. The way you took care of Katsuo filled Katsuki with a type of happiness he never experienced before. He notice you ran your fingers through his son’s hair and Katsuki couldn’t help but feel a little envious of his own child.

“Don’t go away, stay another day~”

You finished the song and smiled as you saw Katsuo finally asleep. You leaned down and pecked his forehead before getting up to leave his room. As you looked towards the doorway, you jumped at the sight of Katsuki’s tall figure leaning against the frame.

“Katsuki, hey. I didn’t even realize you came home. How was work?” You asked. Your question made Katsuki smile, as it was similar to something a wife would ask her husband after a long day. It was something Katsuki never got to experience, even though he was already married. He smiled at you with kind eyes before tilting his head to signal you to follow him. You smiled softly and nodded as you followed Katsuki down the stairs.

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For the past hour you and Katsuki had been laughing and talking. You followed Katsuki into the kitchen where he made you both some tea where you then both found seats in the living room. There, you talked some more and you both enjoyed the private company. Eventually, Katsuki grew bold and walked back into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“Heh, real smooth Romeo.” You teased and Bakugou chuckled as he rolled his eyes as sat down. You both picked up another conversation and eventually reached your second glass.

“Thanks for always taking care of Katsuo the way you do, Y/N.” Bakugou said with a slight blush. And it wasn’t just the alcohol causing it.

“What do you mean?” You asked, your face holding a similar blush for the same reasons. Safe to say you were both a little tipsy tonight. Not drunk but filled with a little liquid courage.

“I don’t know..like a mom?” His words caught your attention and your gaze encouraged him to continue. “Katsuo..doesn’t have the greatest mom in the world. I think everybody knows that. Honestly, if she wasn’t around at all, Katsuo wouldn’t even know the difference. But you? You’re like the mother he never got....the mother he should’ve got.”

You felt a growing heat flow in your face and you smiled at the sweet compliment. You can’t lie, sometimes you did see Katsuo as your son. You didn’t have kids but you always wanted some. Having Katsuo around was like having a son of your own. “Awe, thanks Katsuki.”

“You shouldn’t thank me, it’s just insane how you’re the actual definition of perfect.” He said before taking a sip of wine.

“Stop it,” you said and playfully hit his arm again. You both put your glasses down and he laughed a bit before continuing.

“No, I’m serious. I mean, c’mon you’re beautiful, smart, kind, sassy,” he began.

“Yeah..and,” you said as you both began to face each other.

“You’re great with kids, you’re good at everything, you have a steady career, you have a passion,” he continued.

“Mhmm..” you said while smiling at his words. You shuffled a little bit closer to him on the couch and Bakugou smiled when he noticed.

“...You’re perfect Y/N.” He focused his gaze on you as he became entranced with your E/C eyes. He leaned in close and you did the same. “...You’re the perfect one for me.”

At those words, you both closed the gap between you two and kissed. Your lips were pressed together for a few seconds before you both pulled away for the same amount of time. During that time, Bakugou kept his lips hovering over yours before pecking your lips a few times and then giving you a real, passionate kiss. Due to the small amount of alcohol in your system you happily returned it. Your hands found way into his hair and his found home on your waist. When you took a small breath, Bakugou slipped his tongue in and you both fought for dominance. In the heat of the moment, Bakugou carried you to sit on his lap and you followed his lead. Your tongues continued to tangle as Bakugou’s hands caressed your body.

They moved down to the hill of your ass and gave it a firm squeeze. You moaned into the kiss and it was music to his ears. Almost as good as the sweet lullaby you sang an hour ago. Soon enough, his hands traveled under your shirt and bra to fondle your plush breast. This made you let go of the kiss and throw your head back as you released soft moans. Bakugou didn’t stop and went into kiss your neck. He left sweet pecks before he left a few hickeys. His mouth moved around your neck before he found your sweet spot, earning a needy sound from you. Bakugou began nipping at the spot and licking the soft skin. His actions caused your hands to tug at his hair and made your hips naturally grind against his center. This made Bakugou groan as he gently layed you on your back on the couch. His body found way in between your legs as he separated from your neck and took notice of your flushed face. He smirked at the sight and his eyes traveled to your shirt, where his hands were hidden under. Deciding to change that, his hands left your valley of breast to push your shirt and bra up to expose your chest.

“Beautiful...” was what he whispered before going in to take one of your mounds in his mouth. You gasped and squealed at the sensation of his mouth covering one breast and his hand massaging the other. Bakugou continued to mark up your chest, leaving love bites and bruises all over.

“Ngh...Katsuki..” you whined. Both your centers began to grind against each other as the two of you were pretty much dry humping one another. Bakugou bit at your nipple, causing you to squirm.

“Easy Princess, I got you. Daddy’s got you, Love.” He said as he used both hands to rub soothing motions into your bare waist. You settled as Katsuki kissed a trail back up to your neck and whispered into your ear. “I’m gonna take such good care of you tonight, Y/N.”

His hand glided off your chest, down your stomach and down your pants. His movements had the wetness between your legs growing and his husky voice definitely didn’t calm it down. His hands slid into your panties and his finger took a swipe at your slick.

“So wet...and it’s all for me..right baby?” He smirked against your cheek.

“Y-Yes Katsuki!” You said as you attempted to grind against his hand before Katsuki pulled it away.

“Try again,” he said with a seductive tone. You were confused on what he meant but you were growing so desperate for a touch. His touch. So your mind began to scramble and think. Master? No. Sir? No. Senpai? Hell no.

“..Daddy.” You softly said. You watched as Bakugou’s smirk grew before he kissed your cheek in approval.

“Good girl.” His finger soon returned to your center and after running it up and down a few times, he slowly pushed two in. You gasped at his thick length as Bakugou pumped his hand in and out of you. Wanting to test the waters a bit more, he slid in a third finger as he picked up the speed a bit.

“O-Oh my god!” Your hips began to grind against his hand and Bakugou curled his fingers. “Fuck!”

“Feel good, baby?” Bakugou asked as he began to grind against the underside of your thigh. Your lower body began to slightly shake as his fingers reached a sensitive spot.

“Yes Daddy!” You cried out. You felt the coil in your stomach tightening, signaling a familiar sensation to almost be reached. Growing more riled up and wanting more room on the couch, Bakugou began to throw the decor pillows off the couch. The pillows flew around the living room knocking a few things over, including the family picture. The sound reached your ears and the sight of the broken frame snapped you out of your pleasured state. Your eyes grew wide as you finally came to and realized what you were doing. “Ngh, no!”

You pushed Katsuki off of you and pulled your shirt back down to cover yourself back up. Bakugou looked at you in shock and confusion as he watched you sit up and settle down. “Y/N...?”

Your hands covered your face for a second before rubbing at your temples for a bit. “No, I- ..*sigh* I’m so sorry Katsuki.”

“Uh..no..I-..I guess that was my fault. I’m sorry I just...”

“Ugh..no. Katsuki it’s not that.”

“I just thought you..felt the same way,” he said as he sat back and rubbed the back of his neck.

“No, Katsuki I do, really, it’s just...”

“So then..why’d you stop?” He asked as he looked at you with a nervous and awkward smile.

“Katsuki..you’re married. I’m sorry, I really like you but..I just can’t bring myself to come onto someone who is already in a relationship.” You explained.

‘Wow. She really is a perfect person,’ Bakugou thought to himself. “Y/N, if that’s the problem then don’t worry about it. I don’t even love Leiko, much less like that bitch.” Bakugou moved in to wrap his arm around your waist but you pushed it away.

“So then why are you still with her?” You asked. Katsuki smirked at your words and laughed a little.

“S’a good question,” he said. Right after those words left his mouth, keys could be heard opening the door and in came the bitch herself.

“What’s a good question?” Leiko said as she looked around. She took notice of yours and Katsuki’s presence on the couch, along with the bottle of wine and empty, used glasses. “Well? Is somebody going to explain? What was the question?” Leiko asked as she walked into the house, closing the front door.

Bakugou smiled at you with full eye contact before standing up and facing his wife. “Why am I still with you?”

Leiko raised a brow at the question and her anger began to boil. “What?” She sternly asked.

“Why am I still with you? I don’t love you, I don’t like you, I only stayed with you because we had Katsuo, our child which you don’t even love. In fact, the only thing you do love is my money, or more so, money in general, and yourself. You’re a conceited ass bitch who’s just taking up space in my life. You’re suffocating Katsuo and I by just existing and you’re holding the title of my wife, a title that Y/N should have. So why the fuck am I still with you?” Bakugou said with a stern voice.

“You-...You’re with me because I’m the mother of your child.” Leiko said with hesitation in her voice.

“Are you? Because you’re never around to be a mother for him. Katsuo doesn’t even care whether you’re here or not. Your presence in the house doesn’t make a damn difference. If anything, Y/N’s more of a mother to Katsuo than you.” Bakugou replied.

You grew uncomfortable with the situation and made an attempt to leave. “Umm..I think I should go-“

“No,” Bakugou began. “You’re staying. I want you to see this thing through to the end, beautiful.”

“Beautiful?! The only woman you should be calling beautiful is your wife Katsuki!” Leiko complained. “Not that slut!”

Now you were a uncomfortable but you were not no slut and you definitely didn’t take shit from nobody. “Excuse me?” You said with attitude but before you could continue, Bakugou intervened.

“Call her a slut again and I’ll blow your ass to bits. Let’s not forget, you had the title of a whore before being called my wife.” Bakugou said with the intent to cause pain.

“Well I may have been a whore but at least I never cheated, which is what I’m sure you were planning on doing with her if I hadn’t come home.” Leiko said.

“You’re damn right I was! Lucky for you, Y/N’s a good person so nothing actually went down but if she gave me the chance, please fucking believe I’d take it in a heartbeat. Matter of fact, if she gave me the chance to wife her up and make her Katsuo’s new mom I’d do that in a heartbeat too.” Bakugou said while looking at you. You felt your heart speed up a little due to his confession but you turned your head to the side to hide your growing blush. Bakugou smirked at the sight before Leiko interrupted.

“What the hell are you trying to say?!” Leiko asked with anger.

“I’m saying I don’t love or like you and I never did! And after 2 years of getting to know Y/N after falling for her at first sight, I can finally fucking say that I’m in love with somebody and it’s her!” Bakugou turned to face you as his wife’s jaw dropped. “Y/N, I’m fucking in love with you. Alright? I have been for the past 2 years already, ever since I met you. And to the bitch behind me,” Bakugou said and turned to face Leiko. “If it wasn’t already obvious, we’re getting a divorce.”

Leiko was fuming as her face grew red with anger. She began laughing in disbelief. “Hah, fine! Fine whatever! Like I give a fuck! Y/N you can have him and the damn kid! I never wanted him anyway! The damn brat just gave me an excuse to keep Bakugou’s fat wallet around. But when you come crawling back, don’t expect me to say yes Katsuki!”

“Well don’t expect me to come crawling back, ‘cause if I’m able to get Y/N to give me a chance, then I won’t be needing anyone else except for her and my son. You can get the fuck out now. I’ll send you your shit and the divorce papers to wherever the fuck you decide to stay.” Bakugou said as he gestured to the door. Leiko screamed some more nonsense that nobody payed attention to and finally walked out the door and slammed it shut.

Silence rang throughout the house for a few minutes after the official split between the toxic couple. Bakugou turned to face you with a small smile as he stood infront of you.

“Well?” He asked.

“Heh, well what?” You asked with a laugh.

“I uh..heh, it wasn’t the way I wanted to tell you but I got my confession out...” Bakugou took a seat next to you and took hold of your hand. He brought it up to his lips, placing a peck to your knuckles before speaking. “..I love you Y/N. I know I do..and I know this might be a bad time to ask considering what just went down-“

“Uh, yeah. A really bad time,” you said with a little giggle.

“Right but umm..do you...how do you feel about me?” He asked with a nervous pulse beating throughout his body. He had to know. Do you love him just for his looks? Did you just want to fuck? Did you actually feel something towards him?

You smiled before using your other hand to grab hold of Katsuki’s shoulder and pulled him in for a sweet kiss. Katsuki’s body jumped in excitement but his hands were quick to hold onto your waist. This kiss was sweet and loving and lasted for some time before you pulled back. You smiled at the blonde as he looked at you with anticipating eyes.

“I love you too Katsuki.” Before you could even process anything, Katsuki had already pounced on you and pinned you to the couch in a hug. He had his arms wrapped around your waist as he tucked his head in the crevasse of your neck.

“God, I’ve been waiting years to hear you say those words.” Bakugou said before he began covering your face in thousands of loving kissed. You giggled at the ticklish and loving feeling and just smiled as you allowed Katsuki to show you his love.

—

Time passed and you and Katsuki stayed cuddled up on the couch. Nothing sexual, nothing nasty, just pure love induced cuddle time. Eventually, the late hours of the night exposed themselves and so you had to go.

“Katsuki, get up,” you said in a soft voice.

“No.” You laughed at his quick reply and began to push at his body to get him off.

“C’mon Katsuki seriously. I have to go home!” You said with another laugh.

“No. Katsuo and I are your new home.” He said, making his body become dead weight to stop you from going.

“Oof! Katsuki!! C’mon!” You whined out with a chuckle. Katsuki laughed with you but you kept trying. “You both are my new home, but my old home has comfy pjs for me to sleep in.”

“I can give you one of my shirts to sleep in. You’d look so amazing in them, princess.” He said with a smile as he imagined how you’d look prancing around in his clothes. It wasn’t the first time he thought about it but just knowing it was so close to becoming true sent butterflies all over his body.

“C’mon Katsuki. You already made me miss my class, the least you could do is let me go back to my apartment.” You said. Bakugou raised his head to look at you with a grin plastered on his face.

“You stayed on your own free will. S’not my fault you love talking to me. Let’s not forget what happened after our long talk too,” Bakugou said, hinting at your scandalous acts with him before you stopped anything else from happening. You rolled your eyes at his words before he spoke up again. “Matter of fact, maybe we should pick up where we left off,” he said and began kissing your cheek.

“Noooo, Katsuki, seriously. I’m tired, I just want to sleep.” You said with a smile.

“So sleep here,” he bargained. You looked at him with a raised brow, silently asking him to go on. “I was serious about having you stay over. You can sleep in my shirt and we can both fall asleep in the guest room.”

“Both of us in the guest room?” You questioned.

“Yeah. I’d let you sleep in my room but I’m not letting that bitch’s leftover presence contaminate you.” You laughed at his insults but allowed him to continue. “And yes both of us. I’m not going to sleep without my princess in my arms.”

You couldn’t lie, the sound of falling asleep in Katsuki’s arms in his clothes was pretty tempting. After taking a look at Katsuki and seeing the same puppy eyes that Katsuo was able to persuade you with, you gave in.

“Fine.”

“Yes!” Bakugou said with a fist in the air as he cuddled in closer.

—

Bakugou finally let you go and allowed you to take a shower. While you were in there, he took a quick drive to the corner store and bought some compression shorts for you. When he returned he left one of his shirts and a pair of the compression shorts for you on the guest bed as he went to get ready for bed in his own room. You walked into the guest room and saw the shorts and shirt and put them on. You looked in the mirror and noticed the shorts weren’t even noticeable considering their tiny length and the large size of Katsuki’s shirt. While staring at yourself, Katsuki walked in wearing nothing but gray sweats. He took a glance at you and was drooling over your body in his clothes.

“...Wow,” he whispered but you heard. You turned to face him and smiled. You walked to him and wrapped you arms around his neck.

“Hey Suki, ready for bed?” You said. Bakugou smiled at the new name as a small blush dusted over his cheeks.

“Suki?”

“New name for you. Like it?” You asked.

“Love it.” He said and pecked your lips before picking you up and carrying you to the bed. He dropped you onto the soft mattress and flopped on top of you. You both laughed a little before getting under the blankets and cuddling up against each other again.

Time passed and Katsuki felt at peace finally with you in his arms. Like the missing part of him was finally filled in. You were so happy and felt so loved in the safety of his arms. Staying the night was definitely worth it.

“I’m so glad Y/N. I love you so much and I’ve wanted you for so long.” He said with your head tucked under his chin. You smiled at his words and nuzzled into his chest.

“Well congrats Katsuki. ‘Cause now, you have me.” Katsuki kissed the crown of your head before falling asleep. And when he woke up that morning to find you in the kitchen with Katsuo on your hip as you made breakfast, he smiled with a full heart as he walked to you both and remembered your words.

“You have me.”

A/N: Hey y’all, for a better experience with the story, I do recommend clicking the link where Y/N sang to Katsuo. I put two links in the story. The heels class and Y/N’s singing, (which is from Rio 2, Jewel’s lullaby) Don’t judge me, that’s the best lullaby ever😂 If you don’t know what a heels class is in dancing, it is basically...dancing with heels😂 Umm...yeah. THE ENDING IS SO RUSHED, IM SO SORRY!

TAGLIST:  @sxcker4you @aomi04

[sanguinescorpios]

now i’m thinking about step bro dream i am begging for a full story of that. please and thank you.

clandestine meetings

stepbro!dream x f!reader

summary: reader and dream are soon to be step siblings, but they’ve had eyes for each other since before their parents’ engagement. meeting in secret has become second nature to them, even when they’re less than stealthy about it.

warnings: smut, stepcest, use of dream’s real name, voyeurism, degradation

word count: 1.5k

A/N: thinking about making this a series of sorts? let me know what you guys think about that :)

it wasn't your fault, not really. he had always looked at you like that even before your parents started dating, like he was undressing you in his mind, turning you to putty with the words in his head. he was hard to resist, chaste kisses in empty hallways and utility closets turned into steamy meetings in each other’s bedrooms when the whole house was asleep. elongated glances across the dinner table signified so much more than anyone thought, so much more than a soon to be step-brother acknowledging his soon to be step-sister.

it felt dirty, you felt dirty. and you hated to say it, but you liked it. you liked how complicated it was to care for him, even if it was in the most primal way possible. stealing glances at each other and touching his hand in dark rooms had become a fun little game for the two of you. clay had definitely found a niche in turning you on at the most inconvenient times.

once, he’d done it at a birthday party for one of your cousins. he was all over you; resting his hand on your thigh, ridding the chest of your blouse of a “fuzzy”, brushing his crotch against your ass when you bent down to tie your shoe, anything to make you hot for him. the blame couldn’t be put entirely on him, though, what with you showing up in your shortest skirt and one of your tighter tops. you leaned down on any surface you could find, making sure your cleavage was perfectly on display for him and your ass was equally stuck out. by the time the clock hit half past noon, clay was pulling you into the upstairs bathroom and fucking you against the counter.

“acting like a dirty little slut in front of the whole family,” he’d grunted, pounding into your cunt with zero remorse and only the slightest amount of stealth, “look like one, too.”

your whimpers echoed against the tiled bathroom floors, muffled by clay’s fingers in your mouth. he rubbed at your clit as he thrusted into you, pressing and pinching your bud until the pleasure was mind numbing. you drooled around his thumb, tears forming around the corners of your eyes and smearing your makeup. he had you holding your skirt up for him, giving him the perfect view of the bulge of his cock in your stomach.

the two of you missed singing “happy birthday”, but you hardly noticed.

the next time had been during family game night. clay was being painfully competitive and you took it upon yourself to throw him off. of course, you only knew one way of doing so. you’d taken on the roll as his main opponent, taunting him while he mulled over each decision and laughing when the cards weren’t in his favor. making snide comments between cocky snickers, letting your hand wander around his crotch but never giving him any substantial stimulation, anything to get him perfectly pissed off. 

clay appreciated praise, you’d learned this over the time you’d known him, and you giving him only the exact opposite killed him inside. it set a fire in his stomach, feeling you tease him down below and hearing you make fun of him the way you were. he was usually the one doing the humiliating and he wasn’t a fan of how foolish you were making him look. plus, he really hated losing. 

by the end of the night, clay was seething from your taunts. he shut himself up in his room, grumbling about how bad of a sport you were and planning on blowing off some steam by himself. you, had other plans.

“such a sore loser.” you snorted as you passed his open doorway on your way to your own.

“what did you just call me?” he inquired, voice quivering like he was a ticking time bomb and you’d just set him off.

you stopped in your tracks, turning to see clay standing up from his chair and bounding towards you, green eyes laced with anger. deciding to hold your ground, you repeated your words with a smug smile. you held your head up high and raised your chin as he reached you and leaned against the doorframe. you could feel the air between you thicken, heavy with every form of tension possible. you knew you were in for it, it had been your plan all along: rile him up and get fucked into another stratosphere. clay let his hand grip your jaw tightly, forcing you inches from his face before sneering out his next sentence.

“then why do you let me fuck you like a winner?”

soon enough you were pinned down on his mattress, getting pounded into from behind. he moved to hold you up from the bed by your hair, your back pressed closely against his chest as he slipped in and out of your cunt. chase atlantic poured from his speakers, drowning out the slapping of skin and your crescendoing moans. one hand gripped your hair and the other was clasped over your mouth, trying and failing to muffle your whines and whimpers. you had to be quieter, you knew that, but god did clay make it hard.

another time occurred after you came home particularly late from a date. your parents weren’t worried, trusting in you to be safe and acknowledging that you were an adult who could take care of herself, but clay couldn’t say the same.

“you’re home late,” a voice called out in the darkness of your home, your foot was barely in the door before he approached you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“sorry, dad.” you mocked, untying your shoes and shrugging off your jacket. clay moved to help you out of it, pulling the sleeves off of your arms and hanging it up for you. you felt your cheeks heat at the gesture, thanking the darkness for concealing the flustered look on your face. turning to face him, you were met with an intense gaze. he was mad.

“pretty sure it’s ‘daddy’ to you,” he chuckled, all faux playfulness and underlying jealousy. his hand lingered on your arm, pulling you closer and giving you a once over before speaking again — “did you have fun on your date?”

you could tell he didn’t want to know, not really. still, if you told him the truth, that you didn’t have fun and wished you had stayed home with him, it would only boost his ego. plus, jealous clay was fun.

“why? are you jealous?”

clay wasn’t a fan of being taunted nor was he a fan of sharing. so yes, he was jealous. jealous that someone else got to take you out for a nice dinner and a movie, that someone else got to hold your hand in public and kiss you on your doorstep at the end of the night. this guy, whoever he was, got to do all that, but at least he got to fuck you. at least he could make you feel so good that you were screaming around his cock and begging for more. no one else made you feel like he did, he was sure of it. 

“just feel bad for the guy, really,” he shrugged, making you raise an eyebrow in question, “i mean, he could never make you feel better than i do, isn’t that right?”

he was confident, a little too much sometimes, but in the moment it was hot. he was right, of course, but that doesn’t mean you would let him have it so easy.

“why don’t you fuck me and we can find out?”

clay didn’t hesitate to do just that, pushing you against the wall and sliding a hand under your skirt to rub your clothed heat. he fucked you right there, your back pressed against the wall and both of you still halfway dressed. quiet grunts left his mouth as he hissed strong words into your ear.

“could he make you feel like this?” he asked, pounding into you at a steady pace and circling you clit with his thumb, the other hand holding you up by your throat. you shook your head frantically, unable to form anything more than quiet mewls and desperate whines. he was fucking the words right out of you, numbing your brain in return for gifting you all possible feelings everywhere else. “have to use your words, baby.”

“no!” you moaned out, trying and failing to be quiet, “no one makes me feel good like you!”

he picked up the pace at this, thrusting into your harder and faster as you squeezed around him. there were sure to be handprints around your neck tomorrow, bruises that you’d struggle to explain and cover up. you prayed your parents were in deep sleeps by now, not sure how much longer you could stay silent.

“who do you belong to?”

“you,” you gasped out, eyes rolling back into your head as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching, “all yours.”

things were going to be...complicated when your parents finally got married, to say the least.

[jeanbeaux]

UR MAKING ME SIMP FOR NATSUO IFNFFBBDDJ STOP ITTTTTT 😭😭 WANT HIM YO CHOKE ME N SHOVE HID FINGERS JN MY MOUTH ZBSBSBSB

warnings: smut/18+/minors DNI, daddy kink

why are you resisting simping for big daddy natsuo :(

what’s stopping you?? it cant be those big shoulders of his, or those pretty slate eyes, or the planes of hard sinew that lie under that black shirt of his. he may not be a pro like his dad or one in training like his baby brother — you can see how big his biceps are when they cuff against his sleeves when he flexes, how how his muscular thighs stretch under his jeans.

and it’s definitely not his personality.

natsuo’s the only true daddy dom todoroki, ya know.

despite their bravado and strength, all shouto and touya ever really wanna be is mommy’s good lil boy. and fumuyi, bless her heart, she works her self to the bone taking care of the family to bring it together but all she really wants in a partner is to have them fuck her senseless and coddle her after so she can have the the mess that is her family leave her mind. it’s natsuo who became a giver because of that whole situation, yearning to find a love he can cherish and pamper and dote on for years to come to avoid becoming like his parents.

so why not dream of that being you? he’s an honorable man, becoming a doctor so he can provide for his sweet girl, he wouldn’t dare woo women on daddy’s money.

imagine bumping into him in the campus café, a meet ugly where he knocks your coffee out of your grasp so he promises to buy you a new one — now and on a date for next friday afternoon. and that coffee date turns into another one and another one — till six months later you’re the couple everyone on campus is talking about.

everyone wants to be you — natsuo’s just the perfect boyfriend, so attentive and nice, always holding the door for his girl, shrugging off that blue jacket for you at the slightest bit of a chill, picking jokingly you up so that you don’t have to step into a puddle. natuso just wants to treat you like a princess, indulge in your every whim, in public and in the bedroom.

all you have to do is lie down on those pretty pillows, natsuo just knows whats best for his girl. you’re absolutely fucked out at this point, drooling from both your cunt and your mouth as natuso works you towards your nth orgasm of the night. he’s lifting you up by the waist, lower half of your body slightly raised off the bed as he just ruts his fat cock into you, the ridges of the veins stimulating your walls just right, causing you to cry and tremble in his hold.

but natsuo knows you better than you do at this point — when you get vocal like this he knows you’re close, so he drops you down, hand going forward to wrap around the pretty column of your throat, pressing against the vessels in your neck with just enough pressure to have you seeing stars, and you’re just gushing all over his length as your thank your daddy for letting you come again with a choked out sob.

his fingers move from your neck to your swollen lips when he finally starts to chase his release, pushing them in and out of your mouth as a much more even pace than how he’s fucking into you so desperately. the metal on your tongue is a relief from the heat of the bedroom, natuso absolutely relishing the way your lips flutter around them as you moan when he finally pumps you full of his cum. he gives you a dopey smile as he watches how your lust blown pupils focus on his slicked fingers, the silver of his rings now coated in saliva.

he knows you love them, he’s just dreaming of the day he can give his princess a pretty diamond one to match.

[jypbae7]

GOT7 as a Boyfriend based off their Zodiac Sign

Jinyoung | Jackson | Yugyeom | Jaebum | Mark | Youngjae | Bambam |

All in good fun based off their signs & their behaviors/quotes! Don’t take it too serious!

BAMBAM - TAURUS

Traits that match his sign:

Ahhhhh yes the flashy earth sign of the bunch, as we allllll can already see. You can see the vibe difference just by looking at him compared to the Virgos (JY, YJ, MT) and Capricorn (JB)

He’s all about “work hard, play hard” - as are all Taurus

He takes his fashion and his confidence seriously, they make him feel good and he tries to encourage other people to try new things and “treat yo self” as well

Taurus (like all Earth signs) are huge on family and friendships but the men tend to go in one extreme or another - either lifetime bachelor and serial dater or he’s gonna settle tf down and have kids and the whole nine.

IF he does settle down (which I think Bam will based off the hoard of cat children) omg he’ll be a great dad who’s not only supportive and has great knowledge to give but is chill & fun af! The kind of parent you can tell every and anything to and they’ll have your back AND be able to laugh about it with you

He will fly you every and anywhere whenever he can - Thailand (of course), Paris, wherever he feels like honestly.

Is so vulnerable with you once he’s comfortable - laying beside each other late at night and telling you all the stories he doesn’t really tell anyone else (you better comfort him and hold his little baby heart gently!!!)

HE LOVES BEING LITTLE SPOON AS MUCH AS BIG SPOON

Wants to go shopping all the time

Runway show dates, fashion week is quite frankly not ready for Bambam and his significant other

Couple outfits galore (only designer of course), luxe hotel stays galore

Bomb couples pics, wouldn’t surprise me if he wanted to have professional photoshoots with you all the time

Feels soooo proud when does well in his career and when you praise him for his hard work, ethic, and talent

Cat dad af and loves that you love them too

Oof when he mad….he MAD. Loud and serious. Good news is that it happens infrequently and he’s mostly a happy boy and he prefers to stay that way

Sooo many food dates that boy is slim but he can eat for days

Is generally confident but it still really helps him feel secure (and overjoyed) when you praise him, especially when you refer to him as your bias

Will send you previews of his new raps to get your opinion

While he does like going out, after being busy for a while or on tour he likes to literally hibernate with you and the cats. It’s his actual heaven to just Netflix and eat, wearing comfy little pjs and cuddling and being goofs. Definitely will try to play video games with you

The kind of KING to love doing face masks together especially during movie night at home

18+ Traits:

Masculine & bold af

Silk sheets and blindfolds

KINKY AF but in a more classy Sir/Daddy vibes way- BBam is the type of guy that always showers and smells amazing before he lets anyone touch him also the type of man to have candles going at all times bc young & rich - so kinky for him is blindfolds, handcuffs, lingerie, shower/bath sex and outdoor/risky location sex

Prefers someone with edgy taste or varied sense of style - like someone who frequently changes hair color or clothing style, or has tattoos or piercings etc.

Mental stimulation is important! He’d like someone successful like himself because he’s really independent and gonna wanna continue having his own things separately. He’d also find it a major turn on to be with a hard working professional woman especially when you talk passionately about what you do.

A very experimental and curious lover who will often want to try new things therefore he will need an open minded partner - your body is his wonderland he wants to explore every part of it with no limits. The longer you’re together the more kinks he’ll develop lol

On the other hand he’s super interested in fulfilling your fantasies as well and is amazing with aftercare

He’ll wrap you up in the blankets and order food while you watch tv and snuggle with the cats - literal heaven I know

Every once in a while, especially when you’ve been apart for a while he’ll switch it up and opt for a slow tender session - steamy passionate round after round, lots of kissing, he’ll lick wherever he can reach while in you, hand holding, slow but hard deep movements

Turn ons:

Doing it/teasing in risky and or public places

Oral - one word: LIPS

His perfect night ends with a couple beers and you, he can never get tired of tipsy/drink sex

Secretly gets turned on when jealous (as long as there’s no actual threat/boundary crossing) - if he sees guys check you out or flirt he’ll be extra dominant and rough when you guys are alone. Will also make subtle dominant/possessive gestures like put a hand on your butt or hold you extra close in front of them.

NUDES - tasteful ones in expensive lingerie that look Vogue chic & effortless.

Or STRAIGHT KINK (latex, costumes, videos) no inbetween

Completely naked except jewelry and heels would make him explode

DREAMS to engage with multiple partners

Dirty talk

Car sex, possibly even plane sex if he can get away with it

[that-damn-girl]

Safe In My Arms

(Loooong-ass Oneshot)

Pairing: Curtis Everett x (cis)Fem!Reader (Snowpiercer)

Words: 13.3k (I don't know how this happened)

Type: Angst (sorry) leading to smut to fluff. Happy ending.

Chapter/Trigger Warnings- Kink List: Smut. 18+ Please. Angst. Minor adult+underage character deaths. Talks of not wanting pregnancy and abortions. Foreplay. Oral sex. Unprotected sex (This is fanfiction. Please be safe). Daddy kink (not full on ddlg). Dirty talk. Orgasm denial. Multiple orgasms. Cockwarming. Rough sex. A little bit degrading. Kinda sub/dom. Aftercare. 

A/N: This is my submission for @nsfwsebbie​’s dream fic challenge. Thank you so much for hosting this challenge, and I am terribly sorry I was so late to submit this. I had gotten @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​​ 's dream fic prompt. I was so happy  when I'd received your prompt, specially for Curtis. I have said it before and I'll say it again that your version of Curtis is the best I've read till date. I can't deny that how I see Curtis now is heavily inspired by your works. You had technically answered my requests twice earlier and nothing had made me happier. Hope this is good for you too. 

*flashback in italicised part. 

Curtis trudged through the narrow pathway between the bunks. The smell of death and despair was acrid in the air, burning his lungs, mind and heart as he inhaled it. He tried not to think about it, not to pay attention to the rancid mood and downcast faces he passed by, but it was ingrained in the atmosphere. It was everywhere. Painful. Hurting. Even for those who weren't directly affected. Such was the horrendous crime done. Again.

His long, hurried steps carried him to his destination. The one place he knew he'd always find respite from the madness going around him. The one place he knew he could forget, for good. The one place he could feel safe, and feel as if capable enough to save the rest. The one place which had become his home. You.

Funny how he thought that that day was going to be any good. Not that any day had been good ever since he had boarded the train. No matter what or how much of anything good that happened, there was always something bad, if not worse,  happening to bring down the morale.

Relatively though, - because isn't always things about relativity? - some days were good. Especially with you at his side, or him at yours. It was the company, the promise to go through anything and everything by each other's sides no matter what, supporting and comforting each other through it all that kept him sane, gave him hope. Hope for something good despite the shortcomings of the train. Hope to be optimistic enough to hope for good things to come his and your way.

The day had started like any other. Him waking up snuggled to your side, you body pressed warmly against his. The loving kisses, the pretty smiles. And then there was the teasing as he and you stood in line for the morning rations.

You stood in front of Curtis, waiting patiently, moving forward step by step for the pathetic excuse of breakfast they called protein blocks. Your meal was still far, a long line of other tail-end passengers in front you, waiting for their chance as hungrily as you were. There was hunger present in you all right, but it wasn't just for unfavourable grim ruby red blocks. You were hungry for something much more delightful and pleasing, tangy and yet sweet, something much more delicious than anything you could have had.

Subtly - or at least trying to be - you pressed yourself against the solid mass of the man behind you, your hips naturally settling in front of his crotch. You ground your backside against him, knowing the reaction it would elicit from him. He wasn't stimulated right then, but it didn't take long for his half hard member to poke you, resting snugly in between your ass cheeks.

Grinning gleefully, you doubled your efforts. His hand shot forward in an instant, trying to stop you. Your grin turned into one of victory, knowing how much he was loving and hating it at the same time, unable to drag you back to your bunk and give you what you wanted right then. You didn't stop though.

Curtis squeezed your arm in warning. Your hips kept rocking back and forth on his. He bent down and spoke into your ears, his hot breath tickling your skin, "Y/N, stop it."

You turned your head to glimpse at him over your shoulder, the barest of hints of a devious smile on your face. "What? Are you telling me you don't like it?" Your hips wiggled in accordance with your words, drawing out a low groan from his lips. The sound enough to make your core warm.

"I think I'm liking it a bit too much, honey." He said, trying to remain inconspicuous as he bucked his hips into yours. His hardness pressed into you, showing you just how much he liked it. "So you gotta stop now, Y/N, for your own good."

"Or what?"

His lips brushed along the edge of your ear, whispering in that sinful voice of his as his hand circled around your waist, pulling you closer to him, "Or you're gonna regret it later, baby girl."

"You promise?" Though he couldn't see you fully, the smirk on your face was evident in your voice. Curtis couldn't help but let a smirk capture his own expression, his mind running through all kinds of scenarios which he would bring later for you. Only for you.

It had taken a while for his boner to go down, and what an absolute hell of a while had it been for Curtis. Thankfully, his thick black overcoat had protected his tenting pants from prying eyes. 

You, on the other hand, had a glint in your eyes that morning as your gaze had followed him that morning. Every twitch he made, every time he squeamishly tried to adjust his pants to ease the pain and tightness his member felt, you'd let out a giggle. His eyes would snap towards you every time he heard your melodious voice, the promise of later shining bright in his eyes.

A while later, Curtis came to you to inform you that he'd be busy with Gilliam and the rest for quite sometime, discussing the revolt they were planning, so that you wouldn't have to wait up for him if he took a long while. You wished him luck, kissing him sweetly, praying that plans would become successful this time around. Curtis stole another kiss, for added good luck, of course, before disappearing behind the heavy curtains.

It had only been a short while, no more than fifteen, maybe twenty minutes - if your sense of time hadn't deceived you - when the guards came in. Not to distribute rations this time. That alone was enough to send shivers of dread down your spine. Guards appearing anytime except for when scheduled was not a good sign. Never had been, and you doubted it ever would be.

All the passengers were made to gather and stand as they would have during a head count. The kids were called forward next. Alarms rang loud and lucid in your head. Your breaths heaved and your palms got sweaty. 

The parents asked why their kids were getting grouped separately. The guards said that it was nothing more than a medical inspection, something about The Benevolent Wilford wanting to assure all the children under his roof had proper development. You couldn't help the surge of panic that rose within you, your guts coiling into knots. Even the mere suggestion of Wilford caring about the tailenders in the slightest was enough to raise eyebrows. You knew better than to trust their words.

Your head turned back, your eyes roaming over the faces behind you in search of the one man you needed beside you. To hold you, comfort you. To whisper sweet assurances, even if they were false. Curtis approached the far end of the crowd, McGregor, Gilliam and the others who had been in the meeting behind him. Not sparing a moment, Curtis made his way towards you as soon as his gaze found yours and held your hand tightly in his, giving you the comfort you were looking for. Only that time, you feared, it wasn't going to be enough for what was awaiting ahead.

The automated gates opened and in came a woman. A woman in a yellow… raincoat? Her cold eyes swept over the lot of you unimpressively, like you and those around you were nothing better than the dirt beneath her shoes, before turning to the children. Calculating eyes gazed over the innocent souls in the most unnerving of ways, so much so that even feet apart you could feel the discomfort the children felt.

She pointed to a handful of kids. The guards didn't hesitate to grab them and shove them towards the woman, forcefully if they were reluctant. She pulled out a measuring tape from one of her hidden pockets and started measuring the kids. Her painted lips spread as she smiled like a crocodile when she finally reached and measured the height of a six year old boy, Dean, you recognised. Her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree when she noticed his twin, Sam, beside him. Two boys with the same, perfect height for what was needed.

She took their hands in hers but Dean, you differenced from their clothes, sharply pulled back. He proceeded to snatch his brother's hand away too but the woman in yellow was faster. She quickly took a hold of Dean's hand and tightened her grasp, her long nails digging into his soft baby skin. Dean visibly winced, not liking the strange woman's touch on himself and his brother, or the fact that she was trying to drag in a direction completely foreign to them. Away from their father, from the only home they had ever known.

"Daddy!" The green eyed boy cried, tears ready to slip down his chubby cheeks. He tried to shake the woman's hold off himself, but it was no use. Sam was much the same beside him. Struggling to get free and run back in the arms of his dad but the woman wouldn't let go.

Protests from various passengers had already begun to rise in numbers, fast and loud. John, the boys' father, hurried after his kids but the guards stopped him from getting anywhere near them. He screamed and shouted at the woman in yellow to give him his boys back, but she only paid him a smirk over her shoulder as she walked away with  what little was left of his life.

What followed next happened in mere seconds - too soon for you to realise what actually had been happening right then, but you knew the scars of which you would be carrying for a long time.

John quickly got into action, hitting the guards holding him back efficiently and instantly like the trained soldier he was. It was common knowledge that he was in the Marines when the Earth was still inhabitable. However, that had been well over a decade ago. He still had the fight, especially when his only family was at risk. But unlike the guards, he hadn't been keeping up to date with his skills.

It was the guards turn to shout and warn him to calm down, pointing their guns. John was beyond the point to care for his own life when his boys were being snatched away from him in front of his eyes. He managed to knock out a couple of guards before another shot him right through his heart. His momentum caused him to fall down on his knees before his lifeless body hit the floor with a thump, red staining the metallic floor gradually. Shocked gasps filled the coach.

The twins had been unfortunate enough to witness it. Their father, dead on the floor. The man who had raised them, gone, forever. Just like their mother, who died giving birth to them.

The brothers shrieked and wailed, fat tears rolling down their horrified eyes. They struggled harder to free themselves, but all their efforts went in vain. Desperate cries of Daddy escaped their lips, a slight ounce of hope in their naive souls that their father would rise and rescue them from whatever their fate awaited. Alas, their words only fell on dead ears.

In all the commotion and with the guards disarrayed, a little blonde girl slipped past the men and ran after the boys. "Sam, Dean!" She called out to them, her small legs carrying the four years old in short strides to the brothers. Jo, you recognised, was pretty close to the boys. They were practically raised together, like family. 

Jo had already lost her own brother from what she knew was called a fever. She wasn't ready to lose any more of her brothers. She was little, but she wasn't dumb. She once the tailenders crossed the metal gates, they never came back. Her mother lunched forward to grab her baby girl back in the safety of her arms, but the guards stopped her from going any further, no matter how hard she tried. Ellen wailed, "Jo, baby, come back! Please!"

The little girl paid no heed to her mother as she ran towards the boys, only one goal in her head. She needed to rescue the boys no matter what. The brothers cried again with renewed panic for the girl to get back to her mother. To safety. They feared she would meet the same end as their father did. They really couldn't handle knowing that they survived while the rest of their family lay dead.

Jo's short legs carried her far but not far enough. Another guard caught up to her eventually. He picked her up and carried her back to her mother. She protested, screaming her throat hoarse to let her go, to let her get to her brothers and save them, but nothing came out of it.

The guard dropped her unceremoniously a great distance away from the boys and barked at her to get back to her mother. But hell would freeze over before little Jo stopped being stubborn. She got up and again started running towards the boys despite the pain in her hip from the fall. The guards intervened again, pushing her back so hard she fell again. Yet she shot up and the whole process repeated itself. 

The guard finally took a hold of her, keeping her restrained in his arms. Jo kicked her legs in the air and punched his chest and wiggled to get free, but her strength was no match to that of a full grown man. She then bit him on his exposed arm, hard. He loudly exclaimed profanities extremely unfit for a child her age and dropped her. She attempted to run again, until she couldn't.

You were standing rather far back from the scene. A number of tall men and women stood in front of you, and you could only watch over their shoulders what the rest were being witnesses to. You heard it before you saw it. The shot.

Jo wasn't running anymore. She laid lifeless on the floor, much like John, only a few feet farther. Blood oozed from her wounded chest, forming a puddle of red around her small body.

They had shot a child. Just like that.

A child. Dead.

The brothers were well out of sight by then, but you suspected they had heard the gunshot by then. Ellen cried in agony as she watched her second child die in the train. The only family she had was gone. All gone, only in a mere few seconds.

Ellen couldn't cope up with the heart-wrenching pain she felt of losing her second child, her any and only family gone. She turned to the guard who was pointing his gun at her to warn her to stand down. The anguished mother grabbed the nozzle of the gun with both her hands and brought it to her forehead before she closed her eyes for the last time and said, "Kill me."

He did.

Walking with a fixed destination in mind, Curtis only stopped when he saw Tanya. His friend was clutching little Timmy to her chest, her arms tight and secure around her a couple months old son. Timmy was crying far too loudly than should have been possible for a small boy his size, and the mother was rubbing his back comfortingly, singing lullabies to him in her sweet melodic voice.

Tanya was tensed not only because her son was too and she didn't know how to calm him down. It was evident that the day's events had affected her deeply. It had provoked thoughts in every parent regarding the future, the safety of their children. His heart aching for his friend, Curtis slowly approached her bunk and laid a comforting hand on her shoulder, "Hey Tanya, you alright? How's our little Timmy doing here?" 

She looked up at Curtis from where she was sitting, "It's all well, Curtis. It's been a long day. Timmy's just worked up."

"And you?"

Tanya looked at Curtis for a moment, knowing what he was referring to. She unconsciously held her tighter against herself, refusing to let any negative thoughts take place in her mind. "As I said Curtis, it's been a long day. I'm tired, that's all. Nothing new." 

Tanya didn't meet his gaze as she said that, knowing he'd catch the lie on her face instantly. She didn't want to think about it, let alone talk aloud about what happened that day. It'd only make all the horrors that much real, impossible to ignore. For then, she could blissfully forget the day's events and go back to being in her bubble with her child, hoping to grow old and die before her child did.

Curtis curtly nodded, somewhat understanding her reluctance to talk about the day. He desperately wanted to get back to you, to hold you in his arms and forget about the world, but he also didn't want to leave his friend alone with a crying kid who refused to cool down. He affectionately ruffled Timmy's baby hair, "Want me to take care of him for a while? I could keep him entertained, walk him up and down the aisle."

She smiled at him as she shook her head, "It's alright, Curtis, really. Timmy's being more difficult than usual, but it's nothing I can't handle. You should go check on Y/N though. I saw her earlier and she didn't look too good. She needs you," Tanya gave Curtis a once over, "And it looks like you need her too."

Curtis gave her a small smile before he continued walking down the aisle. As he made his way towards you, he avoided making eye contact with anybody he passed, only wanting to get to you as soon as possible. He carried on with his long strides, eager for the day to end.

Looking for the familiar mark to indicate his bunk, relief started settling inside him when Curtis found it, the scrap of an orange ribbon, frayed at the edges, tied around a metal pole at the head of his bunk. It was a token to show that the bunk belonged to him and you. Your own little place amongst all the rest. A surrogate to a nameplate, showing all the others that it was your home, your own little heaven in this hell, spelling Everetts if it physically could have.

You weren't actually his wife, but might as well have been by the traditions of the train - which was really just everybody acknowledging that the two of you were together, forever. You were his and he was yours. Inseparable until the end of your times. You were each other's homes.

Nearing his bunk, he found you the same way he had found you for the nearly seven years you'd been together. On your side, your back to the aisle, you were curled in around yourself, inside your own bubble, waiting for Curtis to come and join you. Waiting for him so that the two of you could get lost in each other once again, forgetting that the world was amiss and the train nothing better if not worse. Pretending that everything was fine if not rainbows and sunshine, even if just for a night, before you had to wake up the next day and face reality. Again.

Shrugging off his coat, Curtis pulled himself up to his place beside you before placing the coat over your bodies as a makeshift blanket. The curtains were drawn closed as much as possible, little streaks of light still entering and falling on the train wall through the little holes and rips.

His hand slowly crept around your waist. He pulled you closer, his hand comfortably tight around your middle and his chest firm against your back as you sunk into him. Shifting your hair out of the way, Curtis lovingly kissed your shoulder as his legs tangled with yours, his welcomed warmth seeping into you, letting you know that you were safe and sound and protected against any evil in the world.

A smile automatically overtook your face as your when you felt his presence. Your hand left the pendent around your neck you were idly playing with and rested against his hand instead. You laid like that for a while, basking in each other's hold, cheering for the fact that you were done for the day.

The need to pretend, to be strong, to feel responsible, to keep a calm mind at any and all times for everyone was over. You only had to look after yourselves then. You could be frail, vulnerable, and uncertain of everything in the future ahead together, except for the fact that he would be with you and you would be with him. Always. And the knowledge of that alone was enough to strengthen the two of you together, to keep you going, to keep the fire of fighting ablaze inside you. Two uneven pieces making a whole.

But for then, if only for a few hours, you wanted to forget everything else. You wanted to be blissfully ignorant of all that was wrong with the world, with the train. For then, you only wanted to focus on what was right in front of you without any worries on your head. You only wanted to focus on the warm and fuzzy feelings inside you as Curtis laid behind you, holding you in his arms, your limbs entangled with his. 

You turned around in the little space, facing Curtis. One of your hands was draped over his form while the other bunched up his plaid shirt in its grasp. You kissed his chest before settling contentedly against him, your head tucked under his chin. His arm soothingly traversed up and down your back, relaxing you like nothing else ever could.

Snuggling into him, you asked, "How was the meeting with McGregor and the others today?"

"It was a mess," he huffed. After the guards came, he wanted to add, but knowing you didn't want to talk about it just yet, he didn't. "John and Ellen were supposed to lead the revolt along with McGregor and the rest, you know. Now with them...gone, whatever plan of action we had has crumbled into nothing."

"Oh," you said, unsure of what you expected to hear in the first place. 

"We all just need some time, that's all. We'll get back on track soon." Curtis said, his free hand caressing your head.

"And how are you?" you asked, pulling back a little to look at him.

"Not good," he truthfully answered, "But I'll be fine. What about you, Y/N?" He asked, his hand coming up to cradle your cheek.

"Not good either," You sighed, "But we'll be fine soon." You said, smiling at him.

Curtis gave you a short smile of his own, his eyes sharing the same hope and optimism as you, "Yeah, we will be." He said, leaning down to kiss your lips. It was slow and sweet at first, his lips slightly chapped but soft against your, his love pouring out for you with the gentle touch. He meant for it to be short, but you deepened the kiss, your lips pressing hardly against his, letting it become rough and heated.

You swallowed the deep gravely moan Curtis let out at the suddenness of you taking control. He was enjoying it quite a bit. Your hands were just as frenzied as your lips. Grabbing his neck with one hand you pulled his head closer to yours, while the other roamed the expanse of his chest, greedily feeling him up.

His arms tightened around you on instinct, pulling you further into him, forbidding any inch of space from existing between your forms. Your legs slid from between his to over his. You propelled yourself up on your elbows on your side, pushing Curtis on his back. 

Your hair fell down your shoulders framing your face as you gained yourself a few inches over him. Cur brought a hand up to your face, gently tucking the loose strands of your hair behind your ear as much as he could. He locked his hand in your hair and abruptly pulled your head down, not liking the distance the change in position put between you one bit. Satisfied with being as physically close to you as possible, he gave up the reins to your control again.

Your kisses were wet and loud and noisy as your lips smacked his, unbridled with need. Need for too many things at once. To forget the horror you saw today. To forget the pain you imagined the victims must have felt, the anguish they must have gone through that day at losing their loved ones that they didn't give one damn about their own lives. To forget the atrocities of the train. To forget the one thought that resonated inside your head, refusing to leave you alone.

Today it was someone else's child. Will tomorrow it be yours?

Death wasn't something uncommon in the tail end. People had come to deal with the fact after years of experience, after years of passive torture. Despite that, death of children was still disturbing for many. 

That day, two families were wasted. Children were abducted in broad daylight and none could do anything about it. A father, a woman, a child, all shot in cold blood because they dared to fight for their family, to defy the order of the train. 

Everybody in or entering the tail end was a soldier that day. Some wore black helmets and bulletproof vests and carried guns to follow the orders from the above while some fought with their lives in order to attain a life worth fighting for. The only difference was that some had to fight because it was their duty, and some had to fight because it was their family.

No, you and Curtis were not trying for a child. Neither him nor you ever wanted to bring another innocent soul in the train to suffer the way you did. You couldn't put anybody else through that.

But life is all about the choices we never get to make - or rather those which are already made for us.

Hardly any medical aid was available in the tail end. Forget about drugs or contraptions to prevent pregnancy. Abortions weren't choice either. The age old pull out method seemed to be the only way. It wasn't really reliable, but it was the only option at hand. 

You and Curtis had had the a about before. If, by chance, a child was conceived, they'd be raised by the pair of you, loved to no ends. But the question of letting a child enter this chaotic mess would still be an if and not a when.

You slotted your lips more fiercely against his, letting all your thoughts be clouded by just one. Curtis. Curtis. Curtis. His lips making wet smacking noises against yours, your hands tracing the firmness of his chest. His hand in your hair, other on your back. Your body lying half on top of him, sinking into the feel of him, the familiarity, the feel of his touch, his heat. Your leg lying in between his, feeling him gradually harden against your thigh.

No matter how much Curtis was enjoying your attention and the roughness you brought on, he couldn't help but be worried about you. Though he had fleeting suspicion why you were doing what you were doing and knew what you needed that night, he didn't want to make any assumptions. He needed to hear you say it. 

Reluctantly, he pulled back. His chest heaved with panting breaths. As did yours. He opened his eyes to look at you. Even in the dark, he could make out your troubled face, "Babe, are you alright? What do you need me to do?" He asked, his fingers gently smoothing down your cheek. You hated that the worrisome tone in his voice was caused by you.

"Today was terrible, Curtis. It was so, so terrible." You said, your eyes still closed shut. 

"I know, sweetheart," Curtis said, closing his own eyes. Unknowingly, he gripped you tighter in his arms, "I know." He whispered. He hated not being able to help you with whatever trouble you were going through, to protect you from the pain you felt.

"What do you need me to do, Y/N?" He repeated in a softer voice, ready to anything you asked of him, to ease both his pain and yours.

"Let's forget tonight happened. For now, at least. I don't ever want to think about what happened with those children. We couldn't save them; we didn't even try. I- I can't…" You wanted to tell him about all the thoughts bouncing around in your brain, but you didn't want to worry him any further. With the talks of the revolt, he already had too much on his plate. Even if Curtis didn't show it, you knew today wasn't easy on him either. You both needed to vent the feelings, the constant unease at the knowledge of what happened, the pain.

"Let's replace those memories, Curtis. With good ones, better ones. I can't think of what happened to them anymore. Distract me, baby. Please," You leaned your forehead down on his, "Just please." You only knew one way how to "Fuck me, Curtis. Fuck me rough and hard." You breathed.

"Are you sure, honey?" 

You frantically nodded, "Please."

"Gladly. Will make you feel so good, Y/N."

In an instant he had his hand in your hair and your lips back on his. The shift in the dynamic from earlier was almost instantaneous. Despite being on top of him, Curtis was the one in control. Every inch of his body proved that. It was exactly what you needed, what you had asked for. 

And now you were going to get it.

His lips were soft yet firm as the rest of him, devouring you with a never-ending hunger. His tongue swept across your lower lip before pushing against it, demanding entrance. You were more than happy to provide it.

Though his tongue was soft and smooth, there was nothing soft about the way his tongue mingled with yours, hot and wet, playing with it skilfully,  manoeuvring it the way he wanted, imposing itself on you, fighting a battle with yours you were losing. You wouldn't have had it any other way.

His free hand slid along your sides before coming to rest underneath your breasts. He slowly inched his hand forward to cup your breast, letting his fingers run over it as his rough hands gently squeezing and groping the swell in his palm. He loved the softness he felt through the layers and played with it a bit more roughly. Not hard enough to cause discomfort, but enough to let the sensations turn you on and set the mood.

You couldn't help but let out a whimper, "Curtis…"

His hands left your boob in favour of your ass. He rubbed the curve of your butt before striking his palm across your clothed bottom without any preamble. A shocked gasp escaped your lips as the light sting sent tingles down your spine.

"Wanna try that again, baby girl?" Curtis asked, gently massaging your ass though he hadn't spanked it that hard. Oh well, he didn't need any reason to comfort you.

Realising what Curtis wanted, you brought your lips close to his ear and seductively whispered, "Daddy,"

A growl left him, which only made you hungrier for him. "That's right, my sweet girl. You're gonna let Daddy take care of you, aren't you? You're gonna let Daddy show you a good time, hmm? Gonna let him show you how much he loves you, isn't that right?"

You nodded, the tip of your nose rubbing his cheek. "Mhmm, Daddy. Please." 

His hands crept under your shirt, running up and down your skin. He bunched up the layers, "Don't you want to get rid of these, baby girl? Let me see you, feel every inch of you?" He asked, silently asking if you were ready to undress yet, giving you an out for the moment if you wanted it. 

Instead of giving an answer, you gave his lips a quick peck before you sat on your back and started removing the layers. Though you wanted to get back to kissing Curtis as fast as possible, you knew he enjoyed watching you strip just for him. You decided to calm your libido for a moment to put on a show for the love of your life, slowly discarding one layer after the other as sensually as you could manage.

It was hard in the cramped bunk, and it probably would have looked much sexier if you had the luxury of some open space, but all the could haves and would haves left your brain when you saw the way Curtis was looking at you. No matter the place, no matter the space, you were still the sexiest person to Curtis.

You could see it in his eyes, in the way he looked at you, the way his eyes followed every movement of your hands, mouth agape, breathing hard at your sheer beauty. With a ravenous, a desire which could be quelled by you and only you. 

As the last piece of clothing left your body, Curtis gripped your wrist and pulled you. You fell on him unceremoniously as a shriek of surprise escaped you. His mouth was on yours in no time, kissing you with renewed passion. 

Circling one arm around the back of your head and the other around your middle, he flipped you slowly, getting on top of you. His thigh settled itself between your legs. He pressed his lips to your jaw, sucking lightly. His hand came up to your breasts and he massaged the softness in his palm, feeling your nub harden against his skin and loving it.

You felt his hardness on your thigh from the position he laid in over you. It caused heat to pool in your center, knowing he it was you who caused it, that he was hard for only you and was going to ravage you with it. The thought itself sent your heart thrumming with excitement. 

Curtis trailed his lips along your jaw line and down your neck, paying special attention to that spot above your collarbone which made you weak in the knees. "Fuck, Y/N, you're so beautiful," he whispered against your skin, his hot breath leaving goosebumps in its wake. 

Travelling further down, his lips came to a stop in front of your boob. He pecked your peak before sucking it between his lips. His hot, moist tongue lapped at it, circling it and flicking it, making your breath quicken with how good it felt. His hand played with your other boob, only adding to the heavenly feels running down your spine.

He switched between your breasts, careful to give the same attention to the other as well. You hissed as his warm mouth left your peak in favour of the other, exposing it to the cool air inside the train. His warm hands came to the rescue, tenderly fondling your now wet pebble.

Curtis altered his affection between your breasts every now and then, loving the weight, the feel of your soft boobs in his palm and your taste on his tongue. He eagerly sucked your nipples and played with them, swearing he could go on like that forever. Shrugging off his beanie, your fingers raked through his short hair, grasping as much as you could as you very much enjoyed the attention he gave you. You did not realise that your center was gradually getting wet with your slick. 

Curtis must have though, your wetness again his thigh, because his hands streamed down to your folds. His mouth left your pebble with a pop before he slotted his mouth next to your ear. You could practically hear him smirk in his voice as he ran his fingers through your folds and said, "What's this princess?You're all wet and slimy, huh?" 

Curtis brought his fingers to your bundle of nerves, just hovering above it, touching you but never really touching it. Your body anticipated the feel of his skin on yours but it never came. His touch was light and teasing thereafter, his fingers barely brushing over your sensitive pearl. You whined, desperate for him to touch you, love you, mark you, make you feel the rush he had had countless times before. 

Collecting your slick on his fingers, he brought them to your clit, giving it a few experimental rolls gently. A low moan left your lips as your mind received more pleasurable sensations from your nether regions. You bit your lip to keep the moan inside you.

"You are a needy little thing, aren’t ya?" Curtis said, his voice husky and oh so sexy, you couldn't help the low moans inside your throat.

"Curtis…"

Suddenly his hand slapped your clit, which was becoming more and more sensitive by second. "Ah," you whimpered, a wave of both pleasure and pain going through you. You weren't sure which you enjoyed better.

"Why do I have to keep reminding you all the time, baby?" He said, going back to gently circling your nub, soothing the pain.

One of your arms came down from his hair to wrap around his bicep, "Sorry, Daddy," you said, letting him know that it won't happen again.

"Shh, baby, it's alright. Now just sit back and enjoy. I'm going to make your night so fun, Y/N." He said, kissing your cheek before focusing all his attention on pleasuring you, giving you the relief you deserved.

His calloused fingers worked your bundle of nerves in short circular strokes with increased pace. Curtis deployed his years worth of knowledge, stimulating your pearl every way he knew would set your nerves on fire. The firm pad of his fingers, rough from years of labour, felt nothing short of heaven on your sensitive skin. 

Your eyes closed of their own accord, your body focused on relishing in all the attention it got from the only man it desired. You loved feeling his weight atop you, holding you down, anchoring you to the world, anchoring you to him. You took comfort in the familiarity of his touch, knowing he would be the one constant in your life in this  constantly moving train.

His mouth fell back on yours, his lips and tongue caressing yours fervidly. His finger slipped down to your folds, running through folds, covering it in your wetness. You were so focused on his kisses that you didn't notice it until his finger started entering you.

Your inner muscles clamped his finger tighter as he inserted it deeper. You mewled into his mouth at the intrusion, loving and hating it simultaneously. He drew it in and out of you slowly, letting you get adjusted to it. 

You could feel more of your wetness eventually rush out to ease his finger into you. He kept his movements slow and sweet in the start. When he felt you were wet enough, the real show began. 

The heel of his palm came down on your bundle of nerves, rolling it with just the right amount of pressure as his finger slipped inside you. He loved the way your walls felt snugly around him. His member twitched against your thigh just thinking about how good he would feel when he'd be inside you wholly.

Curtis increased his pace gradually. He slowly added another finger inside you too, not giving you as much time as earlier to adjust. It wasn't much of a problem since you were already wet enough. His fingers were long and thick inside your tight channel, brushing against just the right spots to make your body thrum with need for more; for him, for all of him. 

Curtis pressed his lips against the sensitive spot below your ear, sucking very gently nibbling your skin. You tilted your head to give him more skin to work with without thinking. If there was one thing Curtis loved more than feeling you, it was marking you. He loved leaving behind spots of his affection on your skin, especially on the visible parts for everyone to know that you were his and only his. 

It was also a way of him self assuring himself too, to always remember that you chose to be his. To remember that you thought he was deserving of your company, your friendship, your love, when he knew he was deserving of something even less and bitter than nothing. To remember how lucky he had been to have you by his side and be given the opportunity to be by your side, forever.

Curtis trailed his lips down your neck and to your chest, sucking, nibbling, licking your delicate skin along its way, littering your upper half with his kisses and hickeys. Those right above the swell of your breasts were just for his eyes to cherish. His palm remained above your clit, grinding your sensitive nub insistently, drawing out helpless little moans from you which went straight to his cock. 

The coil started tightening in your belly. Your pussy made wet squelching sounds as Curtis steadily drove his fingers inside you, gradually increasing his speed. Every touch of his fingers, his palm, his lips against your sensitive parts sent a roars of pleasure tumbling through you. Every muscle of your body tensed in anticipation of the relief it was to receive soon. Your legs opened wider of their own accord, your thighs clenching.

You wiggled underneath Curtis as you neared the edge, your body desperate for the sweet release. Noticing the signs, Curtis doubled his efforts. His fingers curled inside you just the right way, activating a new set of far more pleasurable impulses through your veins, your eyes already shut. You moaned and groaned as he worked you closer to the edge.

You were so close. So, so close to the relief.

And then nothing.

Curtis withdrew his hands a few seconds before he could push you over the edge. Your body dropped from the high it was about to float in. Your eyes opened instantly, pure shock and disbelief on your face as your chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, your mind trying to make sense of what just happened and why. 

The coil in your belly was still wound tight, eager to be uncoiled, your body still tensed, waiting for the relief which never came. Your free hand which wasn't clutching his hair came down to finish the job yourself, but caught your wrist in his hand before it could reach your pelvis and stationed it beside your head, locked in his grip.

"You like being a little tease, don't you? Well it's time I show you what happens to little teases." Curtis said, studying your face, especially your lust filled frenzied eyes intently. 

"Daddy," you mewled, begging him to bring you your release.

Curtis tsked, "No, no, baby. You're not going to cum so easily. You've been a very naughty girl tonight, princess. You've teased daddy all day long, now it's time for you to pay the consequences."

You whined pathetically beneath him, "Daddy, please, I need to cum." Your shrill voice said.

"Nuh uh. You're only gonna cum when I tell you to come. And you'll only come on my cock, baby girl." Curtis talking about his cock which was very much noticeable and hard against your thigh only wound you up tighter, your pussy clenching around nothing as lewd images entered your brain. You wiggled even more underneath him, but he laid one arm firm around your middle, holding you in place. He whispered in his husky voice in a sing-song time, "I told you that you were going to regret all that teasing later, baby girl." 

Curtis was denying your orgasms because you had tried to tease him earlier, fulfilling his promise of later. Though you knew you had asked for it, made him promise it even if speaking literally, you honestly didn't know if you were more turned on or frustrated at the moment. Perhaps a mix of both, you decided.

Curtis didn't let you stay frustrated for long, though. His smirking lips kissed along your jawline. After being sure that you were down from your high, his grip left your wrist as his fingers coated in your slick slid down your torso and back to your clit. He started it all over again, the teasing, the swirling, except he didn't start it light. 

His breath was warm against your earlobe. Low grunts fell out of his mouth as he drew various patterns on your bundle of nerves. They were nearly inaudible, but enough to send a new wave of desire coursing through you. He withdrew his hand again.

Before you could protest, Curtis tapped your thighs, "Move up, honey. Make space for me. Hold those legs back and bare yourself to me. I want to taste you, pretty girl, take my time and eat that delicious pussy." His wanton words made your clit throb with need as you did what he said. 

Curtis wasted no time in situating himself between your legs which were open wide only for him. His lips laid kisses on your skin from your neck to your belly before inevitably reaching your center. Making himself comfortable, he placed both your thighs on his shoulders, his hands circling them both from the outside to you fixed in one spot.

He held eye contact with you as he slowly kissed the inside of your thighs before closing his eyes and focusing on laying hickeys on your skin. Now inches away from your heat, he could smell your arousal, which went straight to his head. He took in a deep breath, taking more of your scent in and loving it. 

Curtis couldn't wait to get his mouth on you, so he did just that. Swiping your slit with his tongue once, his mouth enclosed around your clit. His tongue was warmer than his fingers as he attached it to your sensitive pearl, rolling it in circles. 

Curtis loved the taste of your arousal on his tongue, knowing it was all for him. He was hungry for more of it, to taste the tangy sweetness of your cum, but he knew he had to teach you a lesson before he could get there. Nevertheless, he'd enjoy taste and relish in it until he'd eat you closer to the edge again. 

"Daddy," you moaned as Curtis ate you with passion, his face buried between your legs. His beard slightly scratched against your inner thighs, leaving a delicious burn where it touched. Both your hands took hold of his hair again, pushing his head further down on your pussy.

Curtis shook his head between your legs, his tongue playing with your clit as he did so. You moaned harder for him, all his movements sending your mind on a rush. He brought one of his hands to your heat, his fingers running through your slit but never entering you, teasing you some more.

It killed you inside, feeling his fingers in between your folds but not inside you. You pushed your hips off the bunk, eager for more of his touch. Curtis freed his other hand from your thighs to pin your waist down. You still squirmed in his hold, but his strong arms kept you down.

You whined for him to enter you, but he kept his touches feather light, barely giving you a taste. He finally placed a sole finger on your entrance but still didn't enter. He massaged your entrance with quick short strokes, sending tingles down your spine. 

He pulled back to look at you struggling to keep your composure. The desperation to feel him inside you was clear on your face. "You wanted to play and here I am. Playing with your sweet little pussy."

He watched you wither under his ministrations, mewls and moans escaping your lips as he teased your mind away. He loved watching you be so helpless, only one thing clouding your brain now. The want for release, and Curtis was the only one who could give you that. 

When he thought he had teased you enough for the moment, he collected your arousal and inserted a couple of fingers inside you. This time round it was easier to slide them in. You gasped at the intrusion, but settled down quickly as he started fingering you right away. 

His tongue lapped shamelessly on your bundle of nerves, taking whatever he could get, taking all that you had to offer. Clamping his lips around your hood, he sucked it hard, letting it stretch slightly as he pulled his head back and released it to let it curl on itself, taking it back in his wet mouth and repeating it again. 

Long, thick fingers pumped into you with just as much fervour as his tongue worked on your clit. His fingers curled inside you, repeatedly touching the spots which aroused you even further. Something about his presence between your legs, hands grabbing you, his fingers snuggled by your walls, owning you from the inside, it reminded you how much what was in between your legs was his to love and devour sending your heart racing at the sense belonging. Your channel felt full of him as he pleasured you into oblivion. 

"That’s right baby, let daddy play with your pussy until you’re soaked so he can slip in and fuck you until you’re completely senseless."

Curtis lightly slapped your sensitive nub a couple of times before slotting it in his mouth, soothing the light sting away, sucking and licking it with passion. His tongue drew various patterns on your pearl, worshipping it, setting your nerves ablaze. He moaned against it as he ate you out. 

The vibrations against your clit as he hummed low in his throat, his warm mouth sucking it and his fingers satiating the need of your pulsing walls, all of it sent a myriad of pleasing sensations to your brain. Your body tensed once again as you neared your high. You arched your back, restless to fall over the edge and achieve your release. Your eyes were closed shut as whimpers and moans fell out your lips, a sweet melody to Curtis' ears.

You moaned harder, your grip on his hair and involuntary wiggle of your hips increasing, letting Curtis know you were close. Quite mercilessly, he completely pulled away from you, never letting you attain the high you so desperately desired yet again. 

"Daddy, no, please, make me cum!" you begged, the need to come blindsiding every thought to the dark recess of your mind. 

Curtis placed a quick kiss to your sensitive pearl before he sat back on his knees, which only left it needily pulsing for more. "Not yet, baby doll. Daddy knows exactly what you need and want, and no one else can give it to ya. Isn't that right?" 

You eagerly nodded, but you still wanted to reach a peak before what little of the high you had came crashing down, "But Daddy-"

Leaning over you, Curtis rested a hand on your cheek, gently cradling your it, "You can pout or be moody, but you know that daddy is the only one who will love and use you like you're meant to be baby." 

He kissed your cheeks before placing a hard, bruising kiss on your lips, "I love edging you. Bringing you the very edge and making you stop. Ruining every potential orgasm until you just can’t hold it any longer. Don't ever forget who that pussy belongs to. You only nod and obey. That body belongs to daddy, so any resistance would be futile my lovely girl. Understood?" You nodded, turned on even more if that was possible.

Curtis pulled back to start undressing, "Now, baby, I think it's time for you to sit on my cock, don't you agree?"

Your eyes lit up at the mere thought of his member filling you, your walls clenching on thin air at the memory, "Mhmm, I want your cock inside me."

He smirked in that signature way of his, his eyes shining too, "And you'll get it baby." 

Curtis had been painfully hard in his pants this entire time. Playing with your body, sucking, licking, fingering, tasting your arousal, none of it helped his situation at all. Now that he had your pussy all wet and spread and ready for him, he couldn't wait another moment to get inside you. 

You watched with hungry eyes as Curtis discarded each layer impatiently, revealing his body, soft in some places and hard in others. 

As he pulled his pants and boxer off of him, his length finally free of the constraint, it twitched, slightly bobbing in the air. You started at it, licking your lips as your brain was engrossed in wayward carnal thoughts. You were sure that if you'd have positively started drooling had you stared any longer.

Curtis switched positions, laying on his back. You happily spread your legs on each side of him and sat on his center, eager to get his shaft inside your heat which ached for him. He lifted you by your hips, his other hand gripping his pole and running it through your slit, draping it in your wetness. He rubbed your clit with his cockhead to mess with you some more. You whimpered, dying to get his cock inside you.

"You want to sink down on Daddy's cock like a good little slut?" Curtis asked, enjoying the thirsty look on your face. 

"Yuh uh, please!" You begged, rolling your hips to get him inside you anyhow.

"That's a good girl. Don't worry, pretty girl, I'll give it to ya." Curtis praised,  relenting to your wishes, restless himself, and positioned his round blunt head at your entrance. You let out a sharp gasp as he pulled you down in one swift motion, hissing as his thick meat stretched you wide open. In spite of the way he had prepped you, letting your arousal make you wet enough and his fingers relaxing your inner wound muscles, nothing could prepare you for his cock other than his cock itself.

There was a slight burn in your channel at the abrupt incursion, ebbing away gradually as the pain was sidelined by the pleasure of having him inside you. His member filled you completely, hard and thick inside you. "Fuck, ugh, it feels so good," you moaned quite loudly, tilting your head back from the rush in your veins.

Clutching your wrist, Curtis pulled your vertical body towards him, making you lay on him. He circled his arms around your shoulders, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Breathing deeply, eyes closed shut, he concentrated with all his might not to cum then and there inside you.

He tried not to focus on how your warm lubricated walls were snuggling his hard member, hugging him tight in their clasp. He tried not to focus on how smooth and velvety your core felt from the inside, the perfect place for him to be for all eternity. He tried not to focus on how your walls were pulsing with need against his painfully hard shaft, muting every other senses and clouding his brain with how heavenly you felt.

"Mmm, it feels so good Y/N, your warm little pussy squeezing my cock," Curtis moaned behind you when he thought he could control himself and not cum on the spot.

You lifted your hips, eager to start fucking him but Curtis gripped them and kept you grounded with his shaft inside you, "Did you think you'd get away with teasing me so easily, baby? Not so soon, sweetheart. You know I always get my way."

You whimpered, wondering how long he'd make you wait until you'd finally get to cum. It was hard, having his cock buried deep inside you but not being allowed to couldn't move. It was border line torture of a sexy kind, giving you what you desired the most and yet not being able to reap it's pleasure. 

All your thoughts, your senses were dimmed, your mind only registering one fact that Curtis was wedged inside you, hard and ready to pound. It only registered that your tight walls could feel the veins outlining his cock. Your walls clenched around him involuntarily.

A sharp slap landed on your ass, the hand that did it almost instantly kneading it, relieving the sting, "Don't tease me anymore, baby doll. You might not like what'll come next. Don't clench around me or tempt me or try to move. You're already so fucking tempting, I don't need anymore encouragement. You come only when I tell you to come, ya hear me?"

You couldn't help but pout, your lower lip sticking out, begging to be bit and sucked. Curtis chuckled darkly, "Oh my sweet little slut, let's not pretend you don't love it when I use you like a plaything."

You didn't know how or why you became so bold when you said it. Perhaps it was the deep seated longing for the release that you were denied, or you were too turned on, your brain too focused on your sole needs that you were beyond the line to care as you said, "I’m not pretending, just being a little bratty."

Curtis growled, his gravely making you clench him some more. "Well, bratty girls need to be taught some lessons, don't they?" He said, landing one, two, three, four, five blows on your ass on each cheek alternatively before you had the time to process what was happening. He quickly added another to even the score. A string of gasps and moans and whimpers left you, leaving you heaving on his chest.

"Shh, baby girl, it's alright," Curtis mumbled in your ear, his hand caressing the burn away with gentle hands, "You said it yourself, you were being bratty. This is how bratty girls get treated, honey. Now keep my cock warm like the good little slut you are." His mouth kissed along your cheek until you turned your head and kissed him full on the lips. Your tongue slid in and toyed with his to distract you from the sting on your rear or his member inside your center or the knowledge that the combined mixture of it all was only turning you on even more, raising you higher on the horny scale. 

Maybe it was because of his talented tongue inside your mouth, taking what it wanted from you, however it desired. Maybe it was his warm, gentle hands soothing the sting he left behind with delicate caresses on your tender skin. Maybe it was the aftertaste of the slight burn on your rear itself which set your nerves on fire. Maybe it was because your body was already wound tight from not being able to achieve the high, from being edged your mind away. Maybe it was solely because of his thick, throbbing shaft snuggly fixed inside your slick walls, keeping you full; because you could feel the bulky vein very much prominent on his underside pulsing against your walls. Or maybe it was all of it at once, adding little by little to the outcome, making it too much for your body to handle at once.

Curtis had warned you not to clench his cock. You didn't. Not exactly, anyway. You came on it.

You moaned and groaned unbelieving in his mouth as your body finally let go, falling over the edge deep and hard. Curtis had tried to restrain your body by keeping his hands firm on your hip, but he couldn't stop the way you rolled your pelvis against his, your clit getting some action against his skin and his cock rubbing your walls, prolonging your much awaited orgasm.

Your toes curled and your thighs shook from the sheer force at which you came. Your nerves sang with pleasure and you swore you saw stars before your closed eyelids. You were you'd reached heaven for a second there, for the mind shattering pleasure coursing through you was hardly experienced before. 

It was unexpected for Curtis, your orgasm jumping at him out of the blue. It was hard controlling himself when your walls were tight around him, even harder for him when they unconsciously clenched his member now and then. But once came, all his game was thrown off the table. He too was painfully hard and on edge since he'd started teasing you. He couldn't control himself as he felt your walls clenching him not once or twice but continuously, your warm insides pulsing without restrain on his aching member.

Curtis quickly turned you around on your back and pulled out of you, stroking his cock above your abdomen to finish. You watched with hooded eyes his face contort in pleasure, his hand working fast on his meat as loud gowns and grunts rose in his throat. Hot, thick ropes of his cum fell on your belly in spurts as he fisted himself, all his restrain tumbling down the drain.

As he finally finished, his head dropped on your shoulder, his heavy shaft softening against your thigh as he draped his body over yours. You laid there like that for a while, both your bodies and arms too tired to move, minds too mushy to process anything else, no one speaking, eyes closed, breaths heavy, chests heaving with loud pants, an expression of pure bliss on your faces.

It was quite for a moment, until your gasp invaded the silence. Curtis' hand was back on your clit, even though the rest of him was momentarily exhausted. He

rolled it languidly, but even the slightest of pressure on your sensitive nub was enough to set your nerves awake.

"You came baby girl," He said before you could ask him what he was doing, followed by a slap on your bundle of nerves. You almost jumped, but his weight kept you pinned. "Without my permission," He continued, another slap following in its wake. You let a whimper, the harsh touch too much on your sensitive nub. 

"I couldn't control it." You rushed, hoping Curtis would let go.

"You wanted to come real bad, didn't you?" He asked, his voice soft.

You nodded, "Yes, Daddy. You worked me so well, I couldn't help it. I needed to cum." 

"Ok, baby, I believe ya," Curtis said, swirling your pearl still but gently. Just when you thought he'd stop with the slapping, another landed on your nub, "My pretty girl wanted to cum so bad she ignored Daddy's orders. Daddy said he'd give you what you wanted, didn't he? Well, baby doll, I hope you're ready for what you asked for, because I'm gonna make you come again," A slap, "And again," Another slap, "And again."

His fingers set hard to work on your bundle of nerves, rolling and swirling it this way and that with a newfound vengeance. You weren't sure if you were gasping or moaning, or maybe doing both at the same time as his stimulated you yet again. You were already so sensitive from your previous orgasm, you didn't know how you could manage another.

Curtis brought his mouth closer to your ear, his hot breath hitting your heated skin, "Messy little girl, made my dick all wet with your juices." He said, his hand wedged between your legs doing all sorts of things to shut your brain from any rational thoughts.

"Going to make you cum till you're numb." He promised as his mouth went to your neck, his lips re-tracing the hickeys he had left. His fingers increased their pace on you, steadily bringing you to the edge one more time. You moaned without a care in the world, you mind drunk on the feels it received. Your hips rose off the bunk to meet his fingers, chasing the rush it'd bring.

His length twitched against your thigh, gradually hardening to its glory with the lewd sounds coming out of your lips. Curtis groaned along with you, getting further turned on by the sight of you helpless beneath him, his blood racing to his cock. He started bucking himself against your thigh, looking for some stimulation himself. 

Knowing he was getting hard again, that he'd impale you on his cock again, use you the way you liked, the way you desired, it brought you close to the edge. You moans grew louder and you core tightened in anticipation of another release. 

"Go on baby, cum on my fingers and show daddy what a filthy girl you've become for him." A few more moments in, a few more strokes later, you came on his fingers, loud and thrashing, his words tipping you over the edge, his name falling off your lips like a prayer, your wetness dribbling down your thighs.

It was all the time Curtis required to be hard and ready to pound you into another dimension. Taking a rag from the sides, he wiped his drying cum on your abdomen and gently got rid of any leftover cum on his head. He settled himself between your legs, his hands grabbed your legs and roughly brought your pelvis closer to his, your inner thighs slick with your cum resting on his.

Taking himself in his hands, he stroked his shaft a couple of times, running it through your slit to coat himself on your lingering wetness. He thrust his length at once, all of himself rooted in all of you. A cry left you, whether of pain or pleasure, that you were unsure of. He could have given you time to adjust to his long thick length, but he didn't. He started thrusting into you hard and fast, loving the groans falling out of you.

After all, you had said that you wanted his cock inside yourself and that you wanted, no, needed to cum. He was only giving you what you had desired.

"Ah, Daddy," You moaned, his cock fucking you nice and deep, keeping you filled with his meat the way you wanted him to. 

"Yes Baby, feel that cock deep inside!" Curtis groaned near your ear, his gravely voice making you clench his shaft some more. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," You groaned along with each hard thrust of his hips which kept coming quite fast. You could tell by the way he drove his hips into you how much frustration he had in himself to take out, to vent. He too wanted to forget, or at least be distracted for the moment. He wanted to be lost in you, your body, your mind. He didn't ever want to resurface again to face the reality, to carry the weight into another day, to ever feel responsible for things he wasn't supposed to, but still did.

So he cherished every fleeting second he had with you, relished in feeling every inch of your body, savouring the sinful sounds you made just for him, luxuriating in your feel, taking delight in the fact that he was the one to turn your brain into mush, to have your mind concentrated only on the feels he gave you. And he was loving every moment of it. 

Your body was heated like his under his own. Curtis loved the feeling of your breasts jiggling against his chest as he pummelled into you. One hand by your shoulders to support his weight and other on your hip, he loved pressing his body down on you, keeping you pinned underneath him as he drove into you heat with a wild passion, his fingers digging into your hips so hard that it'd leave his handprint for a few hours at least, marking you some more. He loved watching the faces you made, your face contorting with pleasure as he touched every inch of your body inside and out, your eyes closed shut, brows furrowed and mouth agape as you chased the orgasm you were about to receive on his cock.

"Fuck, baby, you're doing so well," He moaned, low-key screaming with how good you felt stuffed full of him. He repositioned himself so that he could lock his hand on your hair and pull your head to one side, baring your for him to suck and lick. "When I'm done pounding your beautiful wet pussy, I'll pull out and cover your sexy body, from your pretty face to your throbbing nub in a huge load. And then watch you as you'd lick it all up, driving me crazy, making me ram my cock inside you for another round."

"The pull on your hair as he tugged your head to one side was driving you insane. Your back arched off the bunk as he fucked you with abandonment, unrelenting, unforgiving in its stride. Your bundle of nerves throbbed with every word he spoke. The change in position made his thick cock touch all those spots deep inside which craved to be touched, especially the one that made you see stars in broad trainlight. His cock brushed against it repeatedly as he fucked you into the bunk, your body singing in joy. 

"I love the way your body feels on my hands, almost as much as I love the way your little pussy feels on my throbbing hard cock." Curtis said, framing an arm around your waist to keep you in one place. 

"Curtis…" You moaned in your high pitched voice again and again like a broken record player. Maybe you were broken by his cock, but you were sure it was in the best ways possible. 

Curtis was so lost in feeling your warm pussy clench his shaft with every naughty word he spoke that he didn't notice the slip you made. Maybe he did but didn't care, because in that moment, hearing his name fall out of your lips repeatedly in such sinful moans, it gave him another high. He rocked into you with renewed vigour, his skin making slapping noises in the quiet as he met you thrust with thrust, your walls making wet noises as his cock drove into your cum covered channel.

Your moans came off more broken as he increased his pace, your mind only processing mumble jumble by now. You couldn't hold it in any longer with all those impulses your mind received. A wave of euphoria washed over you as you came again on his cock, your moans and groans dialling up a notch.

"Yes baby, cover my cock in your cum." Your walls clenched uncontrollably on his shaft, keeping him in its tight grip and Curtis had to focus not to cum. He was determined to make himself last though, to make you cum once again on his cock like his sweet little bitch. 

His hands came to your bundle of nerves, swirling it with practised ease to prolong your orgasm as his cock fucked you through your orgasm. Your pearl was a little sore at first from all the action it had received, but now having fallen over the edge and your mind a jammed network of endorphins, your body could only perceive it as pleasure. 

"Daddy," You cried loudly as his hips kept pistoning into you even after you came as if nothing had just happened. "Too much," you said, unable to form complete sentences.

"Just one more, princess. You can do it." Curtis encouraged, your body already building up the high to fall over the edge for one more time.

"You like that, don't you, baby girl?" He continued, "My hands on your body, my cock inside your pussy, making you come again and again."

Your moans answered for you just how right he was. He chuckled breathlessly, his hips rocking into you relentlessly, "That's my girl. For me to use whenever, wherever and however i want. My pretty girl, my slut." He groaned, "Only. Mine." His thrust accompanying each word, his cock settling nice and deep inside your before pulling back to rock into you again, rocking your world, sending you to joy land.

"You seem so pretty and innocent at first, but when daddy has his grip, you turn into his personal little slut. The filthiest, but only for Daddy." 

Your insides were screaming with the rush it received, your hands clawing at his back with the need to hold onto something. Your mind could only think about one thing and one thing only: Curtis fucking you hard with his thick veiny member and swirling your bundle of nerves to your impending orgasm. You were a moaning mess beneath him, your hips rising to meet his thrust to thrust. His moans falling on your ear in that husky voice of his was driving you crazy, your bodies drunk on each other.

Your high never really came down from your previous orgasm. It wasn't late until your body was ready to attain another peak. A few fast and deep, passionate thrusts later, you came all over his cock in a mind numbing, toe curling orgasm, your thighs uncontrollably as your eyes rolled back into your skull. White hot pleasure ran through your veins, your mind a rush of endorphins.

Watching pure bliss roll on your face, feeling your pulsing walls clamp tight around his hard cock until your orgasm subsided, Curtis couldn't hold it in. He pulled out with a cry, growling your name as he came on your belly, shooting a generous load of his seed on your skin. 

You shifted to the side as he laid down beside you to give him some space. Both of you were blissed out, exhausted to your bones, chests heaving as you panted heavily. You laid there for a while, unmoving, relishing in the aftermath of all the feels coursing through you. 

Soon Curtis rolled on his side to look at you, "That was-"

"Amazing." You cut him off, your own body turning to face him. You smiled wide and bright like a kid on a Christmas morning, his expression mirroring yours. "You were wonderful." 

Pride swelled inside him, knowing he was the reason you looked so happy. "It was all you, Y/N." He said, searching for the rag and cleaning all the cum off your skin, paying special attention to be careful between your thighs. You hissed as the cloth grazed your sore parts, but Curtis placed soft kisses on your shoulder, hoping to distract you from the pain. 

Throwing away the rag, he traced the terrain of body with your fingertips, mapping every turn and contour of your body already etched into his brain with delicate touches. Everything had quieted down by then, only the your breaths breaking the silence. 

You hand settled on his broad chest, right above his heart. Something about feeling his heart beating calmly under your palm have you a sense of peace. It meant that he was there with you, by your side, alive. You let out a breath, thanking the god if there was any, for having Curtis by your side. 

You leaned into him, placing a short but sweet kiss onto his smiling lips. When you pulled back, he was looking at you with the same boyish charm of him. His light expression eased your heart, banishing any of your worries from souring the mood.

Curtis leaned forward to give a long, loving kiss to your forehead. He moved down, placing soft kisses on your on your eyelids one by one, taking his time to show his love, his affection, because it was you. And he had all the time in the world for his best girl. 

He moved onto the tip of your nose next, and then moving onto the rest of your face. He didn't have a plan thereafter, placing delicate kisses anywhere he could reach on your face, pouring all his adoration into his sweet kisses. He didn't need a plan to rain down his affection on you in some predecided order anyway. He could do it whenever he wanted, however he wanted. You giggled, loving how cute he was being right after ravishing your heat.

He finally reached your lips, giving you soft kisses with the tenderness you deserved and pulled back, only to lean back and give you some more. He could never get enough of you, your body or your lips.

His large, comforting hand cradled your face, his thumb tenderly brushing your cheek. His face took on a serious expression as he asked softly, "Are you okay, baby girl? Did I hurt you anywhere? I know I was rough tonight-"

"Not in anyway I didn't like," You cut him off, taking his hand in yours and kissing the inside of his palm sweetly, assuring him. "Curtis, thank you so much for this. I really needed it. I enjoyed it too, enjoyed it so much."

"You don't have to thank me for anything, baby." Curtis said, smiling and kissing your forehead again, because why not?

"What about you, Curtis? Are you okay?" You asked.

"I'm on top of the world, Y/N, all thanks to you and your moans ringing in my ears, you calling my name in that sweet sexy voice of yours." You blushed deeply, burying your face in his chest. You were unsure why you were dripping wet when words dirtier than these left his mouth earlier, but blushing furiously now.

Nevertheless, Curtis chuckled heartily, his chest vibrating against your cheeks. How could he ever get over how cute you looked when he made you blush? He brought an arm up to the back of your head and draped another over your waist, petting your hair and rubbing your back soothingly.

You sighed with content against him, sinking into his hold, your arms folded in between your bodies and your legs entangled amongst themselves. It didn't take long for exhaustion to take its toll on your aching body. Sleep was easy when it came, all parts of your shutting down into slumber mode bit by bit.

Curtis must have been feeling the same as you, because he pulled you closer to his warm body and thou he mumbled it lazily, he meant every word of it, "Sleep tight, baby, you're safe in my arms."

You kissed his chest from where you laid, curling an arm around his middle. "I know, honey, and you're safe in mine." You said, cuddling into his hold. Curtis smiled with his eyes closed, giving one last kiss on your head for the night and settling comfortably for sleep to come and finally end the day.

You were aware that even though you had ignored your worries, your pains for the day, you couldn't run from them forever. You were aware that you had to wake up the next day, face the world again, endure whatever it had to throw at you, fight another battle. And it was okay. 

Because you'd have your friend, your confidante, your lover by your side, helping you overcome all your hurdles, just as you'd help him. Because he had had you and you had had him even when the two of you had nothing. Because he will have you and you will have him even if the two of you have nothing. Because your presence, your assistance, your love would be enough to fulfil any crevices, any holes in each other's lives.

You'd fight all the battles and jump over all the hurdles when the time would come. But for now, you were in each other's arms, safe and warm and content. 

By each other's sides.

Together, forever.

~~~

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[makaniparata]

GET TO KNOW THE MUSE

Name: Makani Alexander Parata

Nickname(s): Big Mak, The Bull, Mak, Big Papa, King of Tap-Out

Age: 49

Date of Birth: April 23rd

Place of Birth: Kapolei, Hawaii

Race / Ethnicity: Mixed Race - African American & Samoan

Gender: CIS-Male

Pronouns: He/Him

FAMILY

Father: Alexander Drummond

Mother: Kapua Parata

Siblings: None - that he knows of, however, as he doesn’t know his father or if he has any siblings on that side of the family

Spouse: Kami Parata - married for nearly thirty years now

Children: 5 adopted children - eldest is a 24 year old boy, second oldest is a 21 year old girl that's a third-year in college, middle child is a nineteen year old female that's a freshman in college, second youngest is an eighteen year old that's starting his senior year of high school in the fall and the youngest is a seventeen year old girl that will also be a senior in the fall.

APPEARANCE

Height: 6'6

Weight: 272 pounds

Build: Herculean, Athletic, Toned

Body Hair: Smooth

Hair Color: Black, but keeps head shaved

Eye Color: Brown

Tattoos: A bull skull tattoo on his right arm and a large polynesian tattoo that covers his left shoulder, chest, and even back.

Piercings: N/A

NSFW

Position: Versatile, Switch

Kinks: Intimacy, Kissing, Light Pain-Play, Worship, Pits, Sweat, Musk, Massages, Infidelity, Smaller Tops/Doms, Bondage, Multiple Orgasms (giving), Edging, Daddy-Kink, Open to Others

Anti-Kinks: Severe Humiliation/Degradation, Pain-Play, Age-Play, Diaper-Play, Scat, Electro-Stimulation

Safeword: Red

Dick Claim: Here

Ass Claim: Here

BIOGRAPHY

The son to a United States Marine that was stationed on the island of O'ahu, Makani didn't really know much about his father except that he was honored to serve his country and protect it from those that meant to do it harm. At least, that's what his mother always told him of the man, not speaking ill of him despite the fact that he wound up leaving when he was still in his mother's womb. Truthfully, Makani didn't need to know his dad because he had his mom, and she played both roles perfectly, raising him with care and telling him that he could be whatever he wanted to be. Of course, things were tense and hard, but they somehow managed to make it through - though that could have been due in part to Makani helping out around the fishing docks as much as he could, not wanting to see his mother hurt and struggle.

It was that goal that had the man wanting to do something that would make sure that his mother never worried about money, that she didn't have to wonder about how she was going to put food on the table or a roof over her head, and he knew that with his massive brawn, he'd be able to become a professional athlete. And boy, did he. Starting out in his high school football team, Makani was quickly recruited to play for Clemson, allowing him a chance to move to the "mainland" and give him a greater opportunity - and allowing him to meet a woman that would later become his wife and the mother of his children. And for four years, he played collegiate football, but when he realized he wasn't going to get scouted for the NFL, he grew angry. And when he grew angry, he hit the gym.

That's when things began to turn around.

He had been using a sandbag, punching it hard and fast, when someone had approached and told him that he had the look of a natural fighter. And really, Makani did. He had years of wrestling under his belt, a sport that fell hand-in-hand with football (if you could grapple, you could tackle), and he had taken up boxing as a way to work out and keep himself light on his feet, but he had never thought about making a professional career out of it. It was bloody, violent, and it was dangerous... but, the more that he thought about it and the more that this guy spoke, the more he realized he wanted to do it. And did it he shall.

Over time, Makani's fights began to draw in more and more of a crowd and he began to be nicknamed the bull for the bull tattoo on his right arm, his zodiac sign, and for his being hard to knock down. A fighter that was known for his submission-style fighting quickly became known as the king of tap-out, a contender alongside Randy Couture or was the king of the ground-and-pound, and the two of them quickly made Mixed Martial Arts and the UFC a brand name that people recognized. And as Makani slowly began to step away from the Octagon, he began to teach aspiring fighters and coach them in the hopes that they'd follow in his steps and hold a belt of their own.

But despite his career as a grand-champion among all of the great fighters and a beautiful family that he built alongside his wife, Kami, Makani still yearns for more. Because despite the happy facade he puts on, he is really unhappy because he is living a lie. While he loves his wife and his family more than anything, the truth is, he was a gay man and he yearned for the masculine touch... so when one of his young trainees mentioned a camp for men to let go and relax? He was all too eager.

That was his first time to Camp Riverbend, and he's been back every year since - this being his third. He feels guilty for leaving his wife, for lying to her about being at a training camp, but this is what he needs to be able to release the tension that has been inside of him for nearly thirty years. And while Makani knows that he can't find anything long-lasting here... He can always dream, right?

[ddaddsprompts]

How would dads react to a delicate dadsona? slender, light on their feet and light in general, and bruises easily? (The image popped into my head and I like to think the dads' protective instincts would go through the roof)

🎣Brian : “Woah, watch it. Don’t want you splitting your head open,” Brian’s voice makes you jump, and you nearly topple over from atop the ladder. “Don’t sneak up on me like that,” you huff as you look at him over your shoulder. A lightbulb is clutched in your hand and Brian seems ready to catch you at any moment. “Let me change it. You’re going to fall and hurt yourself,” he insists. You shake your head defiantly and point the lightbulb at him “I’m a grown 40 something year old man. If I can’t change a lightbulb, what does that make me?” You turn back to the socket attached to the ceiling, gingerly unscrewing the bulb. Brian says nothing and watches you nervously. It’s as if you can feel his concern radiating off of him, and even though it’s really sweet of him to worry for you, you wish he let you do more than you were capable of sometimes. “There we go,” you murmur when you’re done. Brian’s hands are firmly clasped to your waist before you can say anything else and he’s lifted you off the ladder. Your feet soon meet with the floor, a small pout coming to your lips.

🏋Craig : “Slowly, slowly. Make sure you’re breathing right. In your nose, out through your mouth. Back straight! Knees not over your toes,” Craig’s voice urges you on as you do squat after squat. “I’m not going to break my back just by doing 25 squats, Craig!” you finally cry out, thighs shaking already. “Just to be careful,” he nods and checks out your figure. There are other gym-goers staring at you two. A bulky, muscular man making sure that a small and too skinny male was doing his squats properly certainly brings amusement to some people. You roll your eyes as you take a 10 second break, stretching out your legs and you plopping onto the floor. “Don’t sit down! Up! Your heart rate is going to slow down too rapidly,” Craig literally drags you up with his hands under your pits. “Hey!” you struggle a little in his arms, embarrassed. “Jeez, Craig. Go do your bench presses or whatever you healthy people do. I’ll be fine,” you insists as you wriggle out of his hands. He gives you a wary look, seeming to consider it for a moment “Nah. I’ll do them after. Go on, next set!”

🐶Damien :“Darling, you mustn’t push yourself! Come on, hand me that and I’ll do it myself,” Damien insists and you give him your “uh, what?” look. “Damien. I’m just rearranging the library books. My section, not yours,” his cheeks turn a bright pink when he mentions that it’s your section of the library, clearly startled by your mention of his “private collection”. “Still! Those books could fall onto you. Let me help,” he hears nothing of your excuses and bustles past you. Damien grabs the books from your hands, putting them on a table nearby and ignoring your protests. He’s tall enough to reach the 5th shelf, but the 6th requires a ladder. Damien turns to you but you’re already up on the movable ladder with a stack of books balanced precariously in your arms. “(Y/N)!” he shrieks as you carefully descend. “Don’t ever do that again! One day you’re going to fall and break your neck,” Damien scolds and takes the books away hurriedly, though still kisses your cheek gently. “Now let me do it, while you can read a book and have a nice cup of the new lemongrass tea I just bought,” his tone is firm and you know there’s no way you’re going to be able to reason with him.

📚Hugo :The tip of your tongue sticks out of your mouth as you measure out Duchess’s food, shaking the pellets into her bowl. The dog herself is sitting patiently at your feet with her tail wagging. “There you go sweetheart,” you put the bowl down. Duchess is soon devouring her meal, crunching and slobbering everywhere. You watch her with a small smile and indulge her in some scratches along the crown of her head. Before you know it, you’re on the ground with Duchess licking your face excitedly. Even the smell of dog food on her breath isn’t revolting enough for you to push her off, she’s far too precious. “Duchess! Off, now!” she turns her head at Hugo’s stern voice. Her fail visibly droops, but she clambers off you. Hugo is already pulling you up by your arm and thrusting you to the sink for you to wash your face. “How many times have I told you not to roughhouse with Duchess? One day you’re going to end up with a concussion or something,” he sighs, tired. “Sorry,” you apologise meekly and kiss his cheek. Hugo’s lips meet yours for a brief moment, his mustache tickling your nose as he pulls away. “Just… avoid it,” he murmurs.

💒Joseph :“Christ!” the moment the word flies out of his lips, you whip your head around and lock eyes with Joseph. “What happened to the banner- Ah!” his own widens at the sight of the cloth that is stretched across the stage. His face turns a little pale and you clamber down the ladder, jogging over to him. “Ernest,” you only need one word to explain. Joseph sighs and his shoulders visibly sagged. “Again, huh?” you nod. He squeezes his eyelids shut for a moment before walking briskly to the ladder, you not far behind. “Here, let me do it,” you try to intercept him but Joseph is already scaling it. One side of the banner soon droops and nearly touches the floor. The youth minister hops off the ladder, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll do whatever I can, sweetheart. Don’t want to take any chances of you getting hurt- Hey!” you grab the ladder midsentence and somehow manage to run with it in your hands. “Catch me if you can!” you tease.

☕Mat :“How about hanging up the lights?“ “No.” “Carrying the equipment to the kitchen?” “Nope.” “Setting out the furniture?” “Nah.” You try to reason with Mat to let you help out with the renovations of the Coffee Spoon, but so far all you’ve been met with is utter disapproval. “Mat, I’m not some kind of 3 year old child that can’t carry shit,” you throw your hands up into the air and grumble. He turns in the other direction, ticking off a checklist. “I know,” is his simple answer. “Then why won’t you let me help? Can’t I at least arrange flowers?” he shakes his head. “You’re going to accidentally drop the vase and cut yourself, or the thorns on the flowers might do that. also you’re allergic to pollen,” Mat points out as he makes his rounds. “It’s for the best,” he said and you huff, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “This is so fucking annoying…” you murmur and Mat points his pen in your direction. “Now now, no profanities my coffee shop.” You stick out your tongue at him, rolling your eyes at the same time.

🔪Robert : “No matter how many times you beg me to, I am not letting you run through the graveyard with me,“ Robert shakes his head and you whine childishly. “But! It’s! So! Much! Fun!” pouting, you grab his arm before giving it a few good tugs. “It’s too dark, and if we’re getting chased by some cryptid I can’t have you falling down in the midst of it all. And you’re going to get so hurt,” he glares at you. “You could always carry me,” you suggest but still don’t take your hand away as he snorts. “While we’re banging, maybe. Running through a graveyard? Not as much, kid. These dad knees won’t do the job,” a small smile still creeps onto his lips. Robert leans in for a kiss and you oblige, albeit your mood a little ruined. “Then you’re just going to leave me at home?” you mumble. “Sorry.” he whispers against your lips when he pulls away briefly, before pressing himself against you once more.

- mod rae

[seraphitawyvean]

Ok...this is my 1.time that I write a Headcanon about Dream Daddy XD

After I ask so many Times other artist to write for me a Anon and I always got the bad luck that all request are closed

I decide I try to write them myself XD

Warning: NSFW Content and smut <3

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I had a headcanon about dadsona being a male Succubus and how the Dads

( Robert Joseph and Hugo only) react <3

Robert

-After he saw you Transform into your true form he was first schok

-But after you try to calm him down he was pleasent suprise and then totally

horny becaus of you

-He ask you many questions like how many guys you already seduced or about your sexdrive if its true about that Creature like Succubus need to mate so many times a day

-You try to explain to him but he wont listen to you anmyore the only thing he want is to hold you down and make you moarn for him

Hugo

-You where alone in his home and he saw you in your form while you where in the Bathroom

-First he was shoked and he was tring to run away but you catch him  and try to calm him down and explain you are not dangerous to anyone

-You explain to him how you handle things with desire and he begin to blush with thoughts about you how you having sex

-Then you saw is his errection and before your react he was already push you into the bed and above you and his hands are everywhere

Joseph

-He paniked after you show him your true self he run into the living room and grab holy water and pours above you after he saw you not melting he says”your are not the devil?” You shake your head

-After you explain everything to him he had big grin on his lips and that was a grin you never saw on him it was dark and creepy

-”A succubus huh?” he repeat befor you can do anything he grabs you and kiss you hungrily he began touch you everywhere, your chest your croch your Tail then he pulls your hair “I want devour you!” he gasb...

[thebrotherswholoved]

dreaming a festive little dream

summary: You always look back on the bad times when you're standing in front of everything you've always wanted. Perhaps Santa brought him that astronomy book he wanted as a kid, or maybe his gift already arrived and he'll be reminded of how lucky he truly is.

content: dadchesters, parent!wincest, family bonding, only fluff/a bit of saddening nostalgia I guess, kiddos causing trouble, domestic bants

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Sam would be lying if he said he'd always adored Christmas.

 For the longest time, it was the complete opposite. He abhorred the holiday and those stupid ornaments, tacky trees, and annoying carolers that would come to the motel door every year without fail, even though they never spent any two Christmases in the same place. Class parties were upsetting and made seven-year-old Sam run to the bathroom with tears rolling down his pudgy little cheeks at the sight of all the parents surprising their children at school. The teachers would forget about him and continue pouring green and red Kool Aid into cheap Dixie cups while he plucked at the strings of his short-sleeve, too-thin-for-winter shirt in a dingy restroom to make the tears stop. In fact, the only reason he'd return to class at all is because those candy apples, mince pies, and dollar store chocolates would make up the only meal he'd had in two days. Dean would try to feed him at the room after school but he'd say that he had lunch there so his older brother would feed himself at last in lieu of sacrificing yet another meal for his chubby little sibling.

 Sam would ignore the rumbling in his stomach when he woke up on Christmas Day to find stolen presents under the dining table and an air freshener tree taped to the side before rushing to hug and kiss Dean's eleven-year-old cheeks and watching as he tried to hide his frost-nipped fingers from view, which happened without a doubt the night prior when he stole gifts from the neighbors. He wasn't as oblivious as Dean had hoped, after all.

 John would call them for four and a half minutes tops and tell them to clean the guns and pack their things to leave in a few hours when he'd return, but not after a trip to a dive bar decked out with tinsel and Nat King Cole playing on the radio, which would be the only thing to remind him that he missed another Christmas with his sons—not that he cared. The blood of some ghoul or monster would stain his hands when he handed over a twenty dollar bill to pay off his tab, which is twice as much money that he gave to his boys for a few days. He beat the monster and to him, that's all that mattered.

Twenty-eight-year-old Sam Winchester wakes up with a start from his nightmare and shudders at the lingering feeling of cold numbness in his nose from the blizzard his mind had flung him into for the night. He sits up and expects the familiar chilly air and lack of insulation in another podunk motel room and to feel the abrasiveness of scratchy ninety-nine cent sheets on a Dateline oh-god-I-hope-that's-paint mattress, but finds nothing of the sort. Thirty dollar flannel sheets layer over him and shield him from the thermostat-regulated seventy-six degree room, which is painted a nice grey instead of the peeling wallpaper he saw in his dream.

 The clock on his bedside table reads just before ten o'clock, a time which is verified by the gentle sweeping of sunshine bleeding into the room through the curtains. The room is splashed a golden yellow by the rays of light and this bright intrusion prompts him to stand up onto his feet and begin walking through his house. His dream created a film inside his mind and he feels foreign in this beautiful home—no empty beer bottles or pizza boxes, no flickering lights or broken taps, no neighbors going at it like animals in heat or pipes squeaking under the pressure of water coursing through their copper interiors. The chair rail is painted white and matches the molding strips; there are pictures framed on the walls of children—their children—taken professionally for birthdays and Christmases and anniversaries; and there’s a clanging sound coming from what’s presumably the kitchen given the open layout, followed by a gruff voice laughing and shushing the source of the sound.

 Sam looks down at what he’s wearing and it all starts coming back to him: his red and white striped pyjamas were pointed out to him as a joke by Dean in a Pottery Barn catalogue but were bought anyway, the smell of pine needles and spice are coming from the tree in the corner of the living room, and the noises are indeed resonating from the kitchen. Something is dropped onto the floor with a bang which makes him jump, and he concludes that it’s not just him who’s startled by the sound of the shrill screech and gruff ejaculation that follows.

 “Son of a—a gun!” Dean places a hand on his chest and catches his breath after the scare. He then looks at his and Sam’s children with an incredulous glare. “Which of you little monsters just took twenty years off my life?”

 Sam leans against the entryway wall and watches as their oldest, Caden, smiles with maniacal eyes and raises his hand, making his Dad roll his eyes.

 “Of course!” He swings the four-year-old into his arms as they both laugh, Caden letting out helpless giggles as Dean tickles him. “You are a little rascal.”

 His eyes then shift to his and Dean’s youngest child, Paisley, who shrieks and claps her hands when she sees him, climbing out of her chair and waddling with bowed little legs over to him. She calls for “Daddy” and he meets her in the middle of the room where he scoops her up in his arms and sees her bright green eyes light up with glee when he pokes her chubby middle. Paisley’s tiny hands grasp at Sam’s hair which prompts him to push it back behind his ears and kiss his daughter’s tiny freckled nose. Whenever he has the chance to get a good look at Caden’s and Paisley’s features, it hits him for the umpteenth time how much they resemble their fathers.

 Dean frowns when he sees his husband with their daughter, but not for the reason one may think. Caden pats his Dad’s cheeks with hands coated in powdered sugar and hoists himself onto his back to piggyback ride him and he pouts.

 “You’re supposed to be asleep, Sasquatch.”

 Sam hums when Paisley starts to bite at her little chewy bracelet they have her wear for oral stimulation, per suggestion of her pediatrician. “You guys aren’t exactly quiet, are you?”

 Caden shakes his head and lets wavy hazelnut hair fall into his eyes. “Dada’s letting us cook.”

 “We decided to make you breakfast before opening what Santa brought last night,” Dean explains and rubs his neck when their son drops down off his back.

 He claims it’s because he has “cervical spine issues” that just decided to surface at age thirty-two but he gets just as flustered and nervous around Sam as he did as a teen and as a young adult when they first started “dating.” Admitting that to his husband, however, would be like admitting to murder—murder of his masculinity, that is, which is already fragile since the season of PETA adverts began. Sam still curls the longer pieces of his hair around his fingers whenever he finds himself more vulnerable than usual to Dean’s cuteness and susceptible to seduction after the kids are in bed. Nothing’s changed since their first date—with the exception of a house, marriage certificate, and two kids, of course.

 “Aw,” Sam puts Paisley down on the floor and she runs as fast as her stubby, bowed legs will carry her to whatever her brother is doing in front of the TV. “I am loved after all.”

 Dean lets out a huff and snakes his arms around his husband’s waist. “We have suspiciously fluffy pancakes, some extra crispy toast, scrambled eggs with a bit too much milk, and some actually decent hot cocoa.”

 “I’ll take whatever’s edible, “ he knocks their foreheads together, “if you give me a kiss.”

 “Ugh, I guess I can comply,” Dean rolls his eyes and leans in to kiss the love of his life, sleepy eyes fluttering shut in the safety of each other’s arms and in the security of the life they’ve built together.

 Sam pulls back with some blue frosting on his nose and gives his brother a questioning eyebrow raise. He exhales with a soft laugh in reply. “We also baked cookies. Blue trees and green snowflakes like Pais wanted.”

 “You’re such a great dad, De,” he rubs the other man’s shoulders with a grin. “I love you.”

 “I know. You got lucky, Sammy,” Dean kisses him again. When they part, he whispers against his lips and runs his pointer finger over his chin. “Now the kids might actually kill us if we don’t let them open their presents, so can you go distract them while I get breakfast ready?”

 Sam can’t help but laugh at his comment yet nods nonetheless. “I’ll keep you safe from our four and one year old children, I promise.”

 “You’d better!” He calls over his shoulder as he walks back into the kitchen to clean up the mess and plate the viable food. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

 “Yeah, Merry Christmas, Jerk,” Sam shouts, walking to the family room to watch the Scooby Doo Christmas special with a kid under each arm, all four of them wearing those hideous matching pyjamas.

 After all, he’s got the best gift ever already. That said, he still wants those matching flasks they saw at the store to take to the more boring little league games. Oh shit, he’s not supposed to mention that.

 Merry Christmas from the Winchester family—the most dysfunctional clan on earth.

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Research choice games - Dating simulators

Dating simulator games allow the user to to chose their end result through multiple scenarios with negative and positive options. Many popular games such as Sims use this structure. Dating simulators use the same format. Doki Doki and Dream Daddy include speech bubbles where the game player is being put into different scenarios and have different choices to react to that situation.

Dream Daddy is a dating simulator where the player can choose between seven different Dads they can date. Along with this includes mini games and multiple endings from what the user choses. The player is also able to customise their own character. The game was published in July 2017 and rose to popularity later that year.

The plot follows a single dad who has just moved into a new area with his daughter. The street where he lives on is mainly occupied with single fathers who you can choose from and form a relationship with. Upon reflection of research we found that the users aim was to escape reality to grasp a desire 

Doki Doki began its popularity in early 2018 as it was disguised as a horror game. The plot follows a male high school student who joins the school's Literature Club and interacts with its four female members. The game features a mostly a straightforward story, with some change in scenes and endings depending on the choices the player makes. It gained popularity as it appears to be a lighthearted dating simulator. However it changes into a horror game.

Throughout our research of watching users playing the game we have found that they seem to not only play for entertainment by use these games to find romantic stimulation through these characters. This research has pushed our final work to critique this notion of relying on a computer for a romantic purpose.

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50 Shades of Park Chanyeol

<<Main Planets & Asteroids Used + His general chart. Skip this section for general description>>

Moon (what needs) - Cap (order, stability, old-fashioned/traditional partner/relationship, control) |

Venus (how acts in love) - Cap (order, stability, old-fashioned views, control)|

Mars (sex) - Cancer (motherly, giving, soft and caring, emotional)|

Neptune (unconditional/idealised love) for Caps (traditional, strict, organised, ambitious) |

Pluto (req for intimacy) - Scorpio (passion, danger, power, mysterious aura) |

Lilith (desires in love/sex) - Pisces (emotions, creativity, softness)|

Eros (what turns on) - Scorpio (passion, danger, power, mysterious aura, Erogenous zone - Genitals)

Juno (marriage) - cancer (soft, caring, emotional bond, feeling of belonging and home)

Anteros (the kind of love he receives overall) - aries 1st (strong and wild love for his personality)

Companion (who’d be the perfect long term partner) - Cap (stable, traditional, ambitious)

Valentine (what would sacrifice for true love) - taurus 2nd (all his material possessions)

DC (ideal type looks/aura) - virgo (clean, organised, perfectionist, intelligent looking)

his ideal type to date would be the really cold queen with beautiful feminine features

a woman who doesn’t care much about romance and is all about power, career, incredibly high standards and who loves a man with high position. Romance for her is just business

he’d love her stable and traditional side, I feel like Chanyeol would get along with a Capricorn woman incredibly well as his Moon, Venus, Neptune and Companion are all Capricorns. They would understand each other well and there would be few conflicts in the relationship

basically Chanyeol dreams about getting himself a hang off that fem fatal girl. (Quite a challenge considering his cancer mars but he’s got fame and status so why not. He wouldn’t be very happy in such a relationship for too long as it would seem too cold for him. He seeks emotional softness but it’s a nice challenge for his ego)

Now about the girl he’d fall from the first sight AKA how to look to catch his attention

A girl with high standards, sleek style, all details perfect, clean and planned out. Manicure, hair & eyebrows on fleek, classy and minimalistic outfit. A woman who has control and looks like she has a hold of her life.

he would generally fall for a person with powerful aura, confidence and stability

The traits that would naturally awaken his sexual attraction or would make one seem like waifu material (his inner husband would come out and he’d want to settle down with such person)

Someone with large, charming and doll like eyes who provoke vulnerability. Usually smol, a bit to the chubby side, light skin. Such face and looks would instantly make others want to protect this cancer. It would be Chanyeol’s weak spot. She’s delicate, has a motherlike caring aura and it seems like there’s no end to her kindness. She shows her affection by cooking, listening to all your troubles, making all kinds of gifts and just giving all of herself to the world.

caring, loyal and sensitive. Somebody who’ll show their love by actions. Sweet, creative and understanding. A family oriented woman, might be a bit jealous or sometimes overly emotional

(Might sound strange that such an innocent looking being would bring out the beast in Chanyeol but he’d most likely want to protect her and his emotional hunger for unconditional love and cuddles would take the better of him.)

Chanyeol would be very unstraightforward with his love and would confess only later when he was absolutely sure

would go after his crush in very subtle ways

he doesn’t flirt if he actually likes his crush, just stares at her and imagines things in his mind (would talk the same way he does with everybody else, I feel like he had to learn flirting as an idol though :/ and the reactions probably fed his sag ego :/ But if he was genuinely attracted to somebody I doubt he’d be this brave. poor cancer mars men)

shows his affection by providing warmth, stability and protection from the rest of the world

will try to charm his crush by acting like a gentleman

he seems aloof and caring at the same time (basically his ultimate charm)

hates mind games more than anything (and he will definitely see through all your lies)

alpha-male

sugar daddy material

naturally takes the lead and will show his crush he can take care of her/him

doesn’t like his sex life being dragged into public

wants long-lasting relationships

very mature approach to love

likes traditional type of relationships

a lot of feels but doesn’t like talking about them

lowkey super possessive (ofc doesn’t show it)

career > love

runs away from problems by working

doesn’t show when feels down

if he’s feeling down, listen to him, avoid giving advices, try to distract him or just leave him with his thoughts and music

after sex talks would be the best way to get out of him why he’s been down lately

he actually loves intellectual after-sex conversations, could spend hours on end just laying and talking in bed

enjoys challenges and proving his love with actions

during sex will want to stimulate his lover's emotions and connect to him on emotional/intellectual level

a subtle and sensitive explorer in bed

will try to please in the best way he can

nurture his feelings since he’s quite sensitive

likes gentle, sweet sex, doesn’t mind being submissive

doesn’t like it rough, keep it romantic

most likely addicted to sex

although faithful, can get bored as he likes to change things up

but family is his soft spot and would be a great husband

just by looking at his chart you can see he’s going to be an incredibly great father and husband. (Even though he MIGHT not look like it now) Quote me on this.

He’s going to be a soft, outgoing and fun dad for his kids, but a great traditional manly husband who has a soft spot for his wife. Tell me that ain’t perfect.

jupiter, in 7th especially libra, points to having a lot of relationships before finally settling down

I’m almost sure he had a lot of girlfriends (but his genius detective mind is too sharp to get caught for it unlike poor Jongin)

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