The wives at the Sanctuary hated you, Negan’s wives to be exact. Especially Sherry. How could you have known that when Negan and his men saved you from a herd that you would become his favourite wife? It wasn’t like you tried, you had simply wanted to be his without an ultimatum. It definitely wasn’t your fault that he declared you the favourite, treating you differently than the other wives and bumping them down from his radar. 

Negan had noticed that you wanted to be his wife, unlike the others. He started noticing the differences. Of course, he wasn’t going to drop them though. He didn’t with his first wife, so you weren’t going to be any different in that department. He wasn’t a loyal man, but he was a generous one. 

You had been sitting alone at a table in the cafeteria, which wasn’t really allowed as the wives were supposed to all sit together. But seeing as they hated you, it was safer to at least have lunch by yourself. You were so focused on pushing the food around with your fork that you didn’t notice the leader, your husband walking in. His gaze first landed on the wives table, brows furrowing when he saw you weren’t there, but the women had perked up. Negan wasn’t stupid, they had only started doing that when they realised, he had favoured you over them. 

He ignored them, instead his eyes roamed around the room until he found you at a small table in the corner. Hiding away from everyone, his long legs carried him as he strides over there, his brows still furrowed and a frown on his lips. “Shit babydoll. What’re you doing sitting all the way over here? Alone too.” He glared, but you could feel that it wasn’t directed towards you. He was probably wondering why one of his men didn’t follow you and at least hang around, because he sure as fuck didn’t think his other wives needed around ten of his men at their table. 

You looked up from your food, eyes wide and the movements of your fork stopped. “Uh…” Your gaze had moved to the side, seeing the other wives glaring before you looked back into his. Being his wife only protected you from certain things, but it didn’t protect you from the other wives. You had to come up with an excuse, knowing it would only end badly if the women found out you outed them. “I wanted to be alone today…” You played with the hem of your short chocolate-brown dress, a small split on the side. Being Negan’s favourite meant you didn’t have to wear a black dress like the other wives, sometimes you did if there was an extremely pretty dress in that colour, but other times you liked wearing something that separated you from them.

Today you decided to wear something simple, not feeling the need to dress up and also making sure to wear something you could run in just in case there was the need to. Being smart enough to either carry an extra pair of clothes with you or even stuffing some in hidden spots so you wouldn’t have to always run in a dress. Negan had been so busy with another group that you didn’t think you’d be seeing him, if you knew then you would’ve dressed up a bit more, you liked looking nice for him. 

Negan’s eyes roam your face, watching as your eyes dart around and away from him, your plump bottom lip being chewed by your teeth. He knew you were lying. He leaned back a bit with his bat over his shoulder as usual. “Well shit, Sweetness. You wanna tell me why you’re lying?” He leans forward when you look down, placing one hand on the table. He doesn’t need to look to know that his other wives are smirking, thinking you’re going to get into trouble for sitting way over here. “You better tell me, babydoll or I’m going to fuck you on this table while everybody watches.” He smirks as you squirm in your seat, now looking up at him with big wide eyes and a pout.

You weren’t opposed to the idea, but there was no way you were going to tell him the truth because nothing would be done about it and it would end up worse for you.

“Not gonna tell me, sweetness?” He stares down at you hungrily, lust swirling in his eyes as he pictures taking you in front of everyone. Usually, Negan isn’t the type of man to let people see what’s his. But he’s willing to do this to show certain people that no matter what, they will never be better than you. “Stand for me, sugar.” Negan had so many pet names for you, it wasn’t funny. That’s also another thing added onto why the wives hated you, they only ever were called by their first name or by number. 

You stand, legs a bit wobbly as you realise what’s to come. Negan walks around the table, pushing the food tray away before he stands behind you completely, pressing up against you. You bite down on your bottom lip as he leans forward and whispers into your ear. “You’re going to bend over for me, babydoll and I’m gonna fuck you, do you understand?” You nod, clouds of lust cover your eyes. Negan brings his bat around, hovering it over your throat. “Words, Princess. You know the drill.” 

“Y–Yes, Daddy…” A whimper slips from your lips as you bend over the table, your dress riding up against Negan. Everyone’s eyes are already on what’s happening, you could practically feel the wives anger from here. 

Negan smirks, he places his bat down on the table and grips your arse through your dress. “Shit, sweetheart. I’ve been thinking about your sweet pussy all fuckin’ day.” He presses his bulge against you, rocking into you. Negan groans, lifting your dress and moving your knickers to the side, he licks his lips at the sight. “Well, ain’t this the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” 

Your cheeks heat up as he says that loud enough for everyone to hear. Negan makes quick work of his belt and zipper, already pulling out his thick cock. You moan, burying your face into your arms as he rubs his cock against your pussy before lining up with your entrance and pushing in with a groan. 

“Daddy!” You gasp, pushing back against him. You don’t think you’d ever get used to his size.

He presses his hand against your lower back as he begins to pound into you. Negan looks around with a smirk, fucking you like this in front of everyone feels fucking fantastic. He continues to fuck you harder and faster while he looks over at the other wives, enjoying the looks of anger on their faces, knowing that out of all of them, you’re the one he’s claiming in front of everyone. 

“Shit! You feel good, sweetness!” Negan grunts, looking down at you. His hands grip your hips, pulling you back against him. Your moans fill the room, and you reach out to grip onto the table. You can already feel your orgasm building up, your eyes roll back when Negan pounds into your g-spot. “You like this, babydoll?” He groans, gripping you tighter. “Of course you do. You love your Daddy.” 

You nod, whining. “Yes! Yes! I love my Daddy!” You moan, clenching around him. 

“I’m going to put a fucking baby in you, sweetheart.” He growls, leaning over you, fucking harder into you. “Gonna be mine for-fucking-ever. Get you all round with my child, show everyone you’re my fucking favourite!” 

Your pussy squeezes him, sucking him in deeper as you cum hard. “Yes, Daddy! Ohh…” 

Negan groans, head tilting back and eyes falling shut as your pussy squeezes his cock. “Shit, sweetheart!” He buries himself deep inside of you, feeling thick amounts of cum shooting out of his cock, filling you to the brim. Negan presses a kiss to the back of your head before pulling out and tucking himself back into his pants. You shakily stand and fix your dress while he picks his bat back up and wraps an arm around your waist. “Aight! Get back to work ya fucking pieces of shit! I’m goin’ go fuck my wife some more!” 

You cling to him as he walks you out of the cafeteria. “I wasn’t lying bout making ya round with my child.” He whispers into your ear, smirking when you whimper. “And I’ll deal with the others.” He squeezes your side, thinking of all the ways he could punish the other wives for treating you like shit.

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Y/n-Odette and Steve had known each other since she was a baby. Upon Steve meeting her when she was born, their parents had been planning Steve’s marriage to Y/n-Odette. Over the years as the two grew, they despised each other, causing their parents to worry which they would then be forced to be together every summer. 

You had been dreading today. You wished to stay home but your father would not allow it. You sat in the carriage, staring out at the scenery, hoping you could distract your mind from having to see Steve again. 

Steve squirmed impatiently, thinking of anything that wasn’t you. A stupid, silly girl. Steve groaned quietly as he went to meet you in the ballroom until he stopped, his heart began to thump. Your smile made him feel weak in the knees. You had the same face, hair and eyes as Y/n-Odette but seemed to be someone quite different. 

“Hello, Steve.” You speak, smiling softly.

Steve couldn’t speak, he wondered if you were the same girl he had grown up with. He returned your smile, holding out his arm for you to take. He felt his heart skip as you accepted, taking his arm and together you walked onto the dance floor as the music began to play. Steve felt so happy, like he was dancing on air.

After that night, you and Steve had spent the rest of the summer together. Steve dreamed of you, he awoke each morning eager to see you. When he was with you he felt overjoyed, but he was also tongue-tied and could not tell you how he felt. Steve couldn’t imagine living without you, it was almost like an obsession had begun to grow within him. 

The summer had come to an end and it was your time to leave. You and Steve decided to dance all night at the royal ball, love burned so bright that the whole ballroom could practically feel it. You smiled up at the handsome prince but inside you could feel a tug of sadness. You couldn’t bear to leave him, he had given you so much love over the summer but he had never declared it. You hoped he would finally tell you how he felt tonight.

As the music came to a stop, so did you and Steve. You both shared a long glance, waiting, searching, hoping. 

Steve suddenly turned to the guests with a giant grin. “Arrange the wedding!”

The noise around you suddenly stopped, everyone was speechless. 

“Wait!” You called out. 

“What is it?” Steve pleaded, “You’re all I ever wanted. You’re beautiful!” 

“Thank you,” You replied, “But… What else?” You knew deep down in your soul that Steve loved you as much as you loved him, so surely he wanted you more than your beauty? You just needed him to say it. 

Steve stared blankly, he really had no clue. “What else?”

Your heart dropped. “Is beauty all that matters to you?” You asked, your father and his mother stood dumbfounded, they were so close. 

Steve swallowed hard. “I… Er… What else is there?” He asked.

Your heart sank even further. You had been wrong, Steve did not love you at all. You turned and swiftly exited the ballroom, taking the hopes of two kingdoms with you. 

You and Steve barely said goodbye as you left. He watched as you departed with shock and bitter disappointment. 

Steve sits as Lord Rogers paces the royal sitting room. “What else is there?” He mockingly spoke. “She says, ‘Is beauty all that matters?’ and you say, “What else is there?!” 

“It was dumb, I know.” Steve replies, hanging his head as he tries to think.

The weather outside was not helping his mood. It seemed to match the sadness he felt deep within. 

“You should write a book.” Rogers continued. “How to Offend Women in Five Syllables or Less.” Rogers leans forward, flicking Steve’s forehead. “Think!” He urged. “You must see something other than Y/n-Odette’s beauty!” 

“Of course I do, Rogers!” Steve begins to stumble as he thinks. “She’s… Well, you know. And then, well… Er…” 

Lord Rogers rolled his eyes. 

“Oh, I just don’t know how to say it!” Steve finally blurted out, and then he added. “I know, I’ll prove it to her. I’ll prove my love!” He nods to himself before muttering. “I’ll make her mine. I’ll make her see how I see her.” Steve stands, swiftly exiting the room as he begins to form a plan. 

Meanwhile inside the carriage, your father shakes his head sadly. “I just don’t understand.” He looks at you, watching as you continue to look out and into the forest. “What else did you want him to say?” 

You bite your bottom lip softly before letting it go as you turn to look at your father. “I just need to know that he loves me.” 

Suddenly the horses whined and bucked, causing the carriage to stop. “What on Earth–?” King William, your father turned the door handle and stepped out. Beyond the horses, a large man was blocking their path. Although the man stood in the shadows, King William recognised him instantly. He had watched him grow from a small child but he could feel something was off and with one look at you, he orders. “Stay inside, Y/n-Odette.” He closes the door and takes a step forward, his guards moved to encircle him, spears drawn.

“Steve, what are you doing out here so late? How did you get here?” The King had never felt this kind of fear before, it was as though something had possessed the man before him. He looks around, brows furrowed as he sees no way for Steve to have gotten there without them noticing. “You must be cold, my boy. Why don’t you hop inside our carriage and we can take you back to your mother. I am sure she’s worried.” 

Steve chuckles and the sound causes The King to stumble, it sounded so dark, so chilling. “I can’t have you do that, sir.” 

The Kind and Steve’s mother had always wanted the two of you together but at this moment, he didn’t know this man. At this moment, King William would do anything to protect you. He could feel strong amounts of power radiating off of Steve, darkness he had never felt before. King William steps back towards the carriage, his guards moving forward slightly, protecting him and you. 

Steve’s eyes sweep over them all, causing a shiver to run through their bodies. “Why are you scared?” Steve takes a small step forward, his foot sinking into the soil beneath him. 

King William clears his throat, straightening his back. “We are not scared. Why don’t you come back with us? Then we can take you back in the morning.” His head whips around as he hears you scream, his eyes widen as he sees Steve’s best friend pulling you from the carriage. 

Thumps can be heard and The King whips back around only for his eyes to widen as Steve stands toe-to-toe with him and his guards lay dead around them. “I said, I can’t have you do that, sir. I want Y/n-Odette and as long as she has you, she will never fully devote herself to me.” Steve towers over the short King, making him seem as tiny as an ant. “I may have screwed up this evening but she will be mine.” 

“S–Ste–” King William is cut off by Steve’s hand gripping his throat, his eyes bulged and skin begins to turn purple. 

Everything had turned black after you were pulled from the carriage, unaware of what had happened with your father. You woke up surrounded by water but you felt weird causing you to look down, shock and fear shoot through you as you see white. You were no longer in your body, instead of a human body it had been replaced with that of a swans. 

“Y/n–Odette.” Hope ran through you as you heard Steve’s voice, your eyes darting around until they landed on his large figure. “You’re finally awake, my little swan.” That hope that had built inside of you had come crashing down once you realised that he wasn’t there to save you. Your body moves, gliding across the water, distancing yourself away from the man you thought you had known. “Don’t let the small spell make you sad, Y/n–Odette. It doesn’t last the whole day, as soon as the moon comes up…” 

Steve didn’t need to finish, creeping across the lake the moonlight touched your wing. Water began to swirl from below, your swan-like self rose upward in a shimmering golden-grey light, transforming you into your human form. 

Steve grins. “That’s how it will be until you are mine, Little Swan.” He said as you landed gently on the shore. “You have to be on the lake, of course and when the moonlight touches your wings, you’re human!” 

You turned away from him, betrayal blossoming within you. Your thoughts went to your father. “My father… Is he okay?” 

“Define okay…” 

You spun around, eyes wide and full of tears. “What did you do to him?!” 

Steve merely shrugs. “I may have killed him.” 

You gasp, reeling back as the tears begin to slowly fall. “Y–you…” 

Steve moves closer, his hand reaching out to touch your cheek but you move your head. His brows furrow as anger seeps in but he shakes it off, allowing you this. “Killed him, yes. I had to, otherwise I couldn’t have you, Y/n-Odette.”

“You can’t have me now, Steve! You killed my father! You kidnapped me and trapped me at this lake forever!” Your eyes meet his, so many emotions swirl around behind them. “I could’ve gotten over you only liking me for my looks but this… This is too much. You’re not the man I thought you were. The man I grew to love…” 

“Now, don’t speak like that, Y/n-Odette. Sooner or later you are going to cave into being mine. You’ll learn to love this version of me.” He grabs your chin, ignoring how you fight against his hold and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Don’t fight it, little swan. You’ll be mine soon.” And with those words, he leaves. Leaving you alone and broken, your body hits the ground as sobs break free, your pain filling the forest around you. 

Days, weeks, maybe even months go by without you giving into Steve and his advances. No matter what he did, you remained silent and distant. You began to enjoy your swan form, using it as an excuse to escape your human problems. 

On the other hand, Steve was slowly losing it. He began taking his anger out on everyone else, those who loved and admired him, now feared him. His mother thought that it had something to do with your disappearance and your father’s death. Only if she knew the truth would she hate the man her son became.

Steve grew impatient, he didn’t understand why you weren’t his already. Why did you have to be so stubborn? Did you not see how much he loved you? “What else do I have to do, Buck? She’s supposed to be mine.” He put his head in his hands. His best friend watched him from the doorway, arms crossed. 

“I don’t think you’re being rough enough. You’re being too sweet on her, Steve. A woman like her needs rough handling, someone to dominate her.” Bucky pushes off of the wall and moves closer to his friend. “You need to stop playing Mr. Nice guy.” 

Steve nods, standing and patting Buck’s shoulder with a smile. “You’re right, Buck.” His smile slowly turns into a smirk. “I guess it’s time to go get my girl.” And with that, he walks out of the castle and into the woods. 

Steve reached his destination the moment moonlight shone on the lake, watching golden-grey swirls appear as your form changes from swan to human. He grins, sauntering straight towards you. “Little swan. As beautiful as ever.” He shakes off the strange feeling that appears when you brush off his words, already ignoring and moving away from him. Too bad Steve had already reached you before you could distance yourself further. 

He pulls you closer to him, gripping your chin roughly as he forces you to look him in the eyes. “I don’t appreciate this attitude, Y/n-Odette. You’re mine and I am going to make you see that whether you like it or not.” You shiver under his hold as he growls. Steve pulls you over to a tree and pushes you up against it, your dress bunching up against your hips as he lifts you, wrapping your legs around his waist. 

Your pulse quickens and your eyes widen, you push against his shoulders with poor attempts. Deep down you wanted this, you just didn’t like the person he became. “N–no, no. Steve. You… You can’t do this. Please.” 

Steve caresses your cheek, smiling almost too sweetly at you. “You don’t have to pretend anymore, Y/n-Odette. You’re mine. We’re meant to be together.” His hand moves, gripping your chin with his thumb. His eyes fall to your lips as your mouth opens slightly. “I’m going to make you my wife, my Queen, little swan. Then you will bear my children.” 

You shake your head, ignoring how you throb at the thought. “I’m done waiting for you to give in, Y/n-Odette. You need to understand that you’re already mine.” Steve presses against you, feeling you throb against his clothed cock. “You feel that? That’s what you do to me, little swan.” A small whine slips through your lips. “Just give in. Let me make you feel good.” You gasp as he pulls you into a kiss, all thoughts leaving your mind as his lips begin to move, pulling you deeper into his hold. Steve nips your bottom lip, sliding his tongue inside as a moan escapes your mouth. 

You barely notice as he frees himself, sliding his hardened cock between your lips. Your grip tightens on his shoulders, pulling away slightly. “S–Steve…” 

His hand moves, caressing your cheek. “Shh, little swan. It’s okay.” Your mouth drops and eyes roll back as he slides into you, filling you to the brim with one thrust. “That’s my good girl, feel so good for me.” Steve grunts, pressing you into the tree harder while he holds back from roughly fucking into you. You go limp in his arms, never having felt this amount of pleasure before, not even the times when you had touched yourself. 

“O–oh… Steve…” 

Steve smirked to himself, “Is that all you needed, little swan? My cock? If I had known all I had to do was fuck you to get you like this, I would’ve done it along time ago.” You want to argue back, huff and disagree with him but he was right, you couldn’t think when he was inside of you. His grip on you tightens before he suddenly begins to fuck you, slowly pulling out only to roughly thrust back in. Your moans trapped in your throat and your back arches, pressing close to his. 

Steve grunts, his eyes locked on your face. He felt smug that the pleasure you were feeling was caused by him. He changes the angle of his hips, his cock sliding deeper inside of you, hitting spots you didn’t even know existed. Your hands grip Steve’s back, nails clawing into any skin you can find.

Steve’s hand moves up, his thumb swiping the necklace that lay around your neck. His hips not stopping as he stares deep into your eyes. “The moment I gave you this necklace, Y/n-Odette was the moment you became mine, there was no stopping this fate. You’re stuck with me, little swan.” 

Your walls clench around him as he claims you. His thrusts pick up as he begins to pound into you, chasing his release. He grips your hips and neck, pulling you into a deep kiss. The moment his lips meet yours, it feels like your mind has become cloudy, unable to think about anything other than the feeling of him inside you. You didn’t know how someone’s lips had the power to wipe your mind clean of any thoughts. 

Steve shoves a hand between your legs, his fingers finding your swollen clit and immediately pressing on it. Rolling it between his fingers before stroking it while his cock continues to hit deep inside. “Cum for me, little swan. Let me feel you milk my cock.” Steve groans, pressing closer to you as he whispers against your lips. 

Your head falls back against the tree, feeling your cunt pulse and throb as Steve continues to rub your swollen clit and thrust against the sweet spot deep inside you. “Go on, little swan. Cum for me.” Your eyes cross as Steve buries himself deep inside of you, your toes curl as you squeeze him. You feel your orgasm ripple through you, your moans echoing throughout the forest.

“My good little swan.” He growls out as he fucks into you before his cum shoots out, painting your walls a pretty white. As Steve softens inside of you, he pulls back to look at your face and grins almost evilly, the back of his hand stroking your cheek. “You’re going to make such a pretty Queen, little swan.”

You would learn that you may think you know someone but everyone has a little bit of darkness lurking within and you just happened to be the target.

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You were bent over the desk, struggling to untangle some wires. Unaware of the eyes watching you and the presence behind you. You jump as a hand rests on your lower back, causing you to straighten up, your eyes landing on your new boss, Charles.

He smiles down at you, hand still resting against your back. “You alright? You seem to be having a bit of trouble there?”

You hum, nodding. “Mmhm… Yeah, thanks.”

“I think I’m the only woman in the office that isn’t attracted to Charles…” You stare at the camera before your eyes drift out the window, staring at a certain salesman. “He’s just not…” Your voice dies down, not finishing your sentence. You look back at the camera, blinking rapidly as you come out of your daze. “Anyway, I get the impression he doesn’t exactly like that?”

“Did you need any help? I can happily have a look at it for you. Don’t want you hurting yourself.”

“I’m… uh good… Thank you though.” You give an awkward smile, your body twisting slightly to try and get his hand to drop but it doesn’t budge.

From across the room, Jim glares slightly. His grip tightens on the pen, he didn’t even feel this amount of jealousy and anger when Pam was with Roy. He stands, making his way over when he notices how uncomfortable you seem.

“L/n? No, no…” Jim shakes his head at the camera, “I don’t… We’re not… She’s just… We’re friends.” He stumbles over his words, eyes drifting out the window, immediately finding you. “I don’t even know where you would get the idea that I like her…”

“Hey.” You let out a breath of relief as Jim appears next to you, slightly pushing Charles away. “I came to help you with the thing you needed help with.”

You smile, subconsciously moving closer to him. “Yeah, that’s right!” You turn to Charles and put on an apologetic look. “I’m so sorry! I completely forgot I asked Jim to help me before.”

He looks between you and Jim, a scowl appearing on his face. “Oh. That’s alright, I guess.” He goes to turn before adding. “But if you need anything, you can always come find me.” He finally leaves.

You shudder, looking up at Jim. “Thank you… He makes me so uncomfortable. I don’t know why he doesn’t take the hint that I’m not into him.” You scrunch your nose, shaking your head a bit.

“All good. Now, what have you been trying to do this whole time?” Jim gestures towards your desk and you nod, moving over, feeling him press against your back. You swallow hard, hesitant to move because one small move would cause you to brush up or press up against Jim… Especially the lower half of him.

“Uh…” You swallow, feeling him press closer, leaning over to look as well. “Some of my wires got tangled and caught onto something” Your pulse quickened, and your heart pumped hard and fast.

“Oh, that’s an easy fix* Jim’s hand skims your arm as he leans over, fixing your problem. “See.” Only to cause another problem between your legs.

You facepalm, "Oh, now I feel stupid." You turn, your breath catching in your throat as you choke out. "T-thank you though."

Jim smiles down at you, "How about you thank me by agreeing to go to lunch?"

You didn’t know how it happened… One minute you were getting into Jim’s car, ready to go to lunch and the next he was pulling into a secluded area and your hands ended up pressing against the cars roof.

“Fuck… Jim!” You moaned, his large hands gripping your hips as he bounces you up and down on his cock. Your hands move, gripping and tugging his hair as he pounds up into you.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.” He groans, his lips latching onto your neck, covering it with kisses and marks. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

You nod, head falling back as a moan falls from your lips. “I am… I’m a tease!” You struggle to get the words out as he hits deep inside you, pounding harder and harder into you causing you to clench around him. “Feels so good!”

Jim cups the back of your head, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. Teeth and tongues clashing as moans fill your mouths and his hips move faster. “You gonna cum for me, Sweetheart?”

You moan into the kiss, pressing against him more, clinging to him as you rapidly nod, your hips rolling and jerking. “P—please. I wanna cum…” Your eyes roll back as Jim jerks up, hitting the soft spot deep inside causing you to clench and pulse around him, cumming fast and hard. “O—oh! Jim!”

“Fuck…” Jim grips your hips tight as his cock twitches, thick cum painting the inside of your cunt.

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Dean couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were Sam’s friend from college and recently the two of you had started talking again. You had invited the two of them over to yours to enjoy the hot summer day by the pool. What Sam hadn’t told him was that you were quite… Naive, almost innocent. When you opened the front door wearing the tiniest little dress that barely covered anything, Dean instantly hardened, his jaw clenched as he held himself back.

But it was almost like you were teasing him. When they both stepped foot inside your house and followed you into the kitchen, Dean watched as your arse bounced when you walked, the way your hips swayed so naturally made him grind his teeth together. He wondered if you were doing this on purpose or if you really were clueless about how slutty you looked. 

It wasn’t until you all headed outside towards the pool that Dean nearly snapped completely. His grip tightened around the beer bottle as he watched you strip from your dress, leaving you in the tiniest bikini known to man. His gaze moved over to his brother, noticing he wasn’t even fazed with your lack of clothes. Dean almost felt jealous. 

A few hours passed with Dean struggling with the dark thoughts in his mind, he spent his time near you in the pool, watching the drops of water roll down your body. He lets out a grunt as he tips his head back, beer bottle to his lips only to find that he’s finished it. 

“Is everything okay?” Your soft voice fills the air, hand coming to rest on his lower back as you look up at him. Dean’s jaw clenches, feeling his cock harden even more. Sam sits on one of the lounge chairs, head too busy in a book to even notice the struggle that his older brother is going through.

“Just out of beer.” His voice comes out rough, grip still tight on the bottle as he peers down at you. 

“Oh.” You blink up at him, licking your lips. “I’ll go and get you another one!” You smile softly before pushing yourself up onto the edge, giving Dean the perfect view of your arse. His hand jerks, itching to slap it. Your hips sway, arse jiggling as you head back into the house, leaving the hunter watching you with a dark look as he studies everything about you. His tongue flicks out as he watches water roll down your body, wanting to catch the drops of water with his tongue.

You riffle around in the fridge, pouting when you find that you’re out of beer. You walk out with the pout still on your lips, looking at Dean. “I’m sorry. It appears I’m out of beer… I swear I had a whole bunch.” You scratch your head, confused.

Dean grunts, gaze locked onto how your breasts bounce with each word. “It’s fine. Sammy will go and get some more.” 

Sam’s brows furrow, looking up from the book. “I will?” Dean stares at him, raising a brow. “Right, okay. I will.” He stands, stretching.

“I’ll give you some money!” You’re about to turn around when Dean’s voice stops you.

“It’s fine, sweetheart. We’ll pay.” Your mouth opens about to say something but you close it when Dean gives you a look. 

Before Sam leaves, he gives Dean a look that basically says not to try anything with you. 

“Come here, sweetheart.” Dean beckons you over when he hears Sam leave. You obediently listen, walking over to him. “Sit.” He gestures to the edge of the pool, licking his lips again.

You sit, mouth agape as you listen to him. You slide your legs into the water as you sit down, kicking them around softly. A small squeal escapes you when Dean grabs your thighs and pulls you closer. His hands grip you tight as he leans in. 

“Do you know how much of a fucking tease you are, sweetheart?” You squirm slightly, feeling a throbbing between your legs. You don’t respond, you don’t know how to. Were you being a tease? Dean’s hands move to your arse, grabbing handfuls and squeezing with a groan. “Oh fuck. Have you ever been touched, sweetheart? Hmm? Have someone rub your cute little pussy?” 

Your mouth falls open as a whine slips out. You barely have time to respond before Dean’s hand is already between your legs, rubbing his fingers against your clothed pussy. Little sounds fall from your lips as your hips slowly rock against his fingers. A squeal escapes you when Dean suddenly pulls you back into the pool and spins you around. He pins you against the edge, pressing his bulge against your arse. 

“Are you going to be a good girl and let me fuck you, sweetheart? I promise I’ll be gentle.” He groans, rocking his bulge into your arse. You push back against him, accidentally rubbing against his hardened cock. “Fuck.” Dean grunts, sliding his hands down, he quickly pulls out his cock and pulls your tiny bikini bottoms aside. 

Dean groans when he thrusts inside of you, his eyes rolling back with how well you squeeze his cock. “Holy fuck. You’re so tight.” He buries his face into your neck, hands gripping your hips as he begins to thrust in and out of you. You whine and moan, your head falling back. You’ve never felt pleasure this intense before. 

You gasp when Dean lifts your leg, letting him fuck you at a better angle. His thrusts pick up, pounding into you. The sounds slipping from your mouth are so loud that your neighbours can probably hear you. 

Dean grips onto you harder, pushing you into the edge of the pool as he fucks you harder. Grunts and groans falling from his lips, he leans closer and sinks his teeth into your shoulder. “Feel so fucking good, sweetheart.” 

“Dean! Seriously?!” Sam yells from the backdoor, his eyes wide and beers nearly falling from his grip.

You moan, dazedly looking at your friend while his brother continues to split you open. You don’t even think you’re in your own body anymore with how much pleasure is coursing through you.

“What, Sammy? I’m just getting to know your friend.” He doesn’t stop fucking into you, only going faster and harder. His hand slides down and begins to rub your clit causing you to jerk and whine, your eyes rolling back and body falling limp in his hold.

Sam scoffs, turning around, he storms back into your house. 

Dean chuckles, grunting into your ear. “I think he’s a little mad, sweetheart.” You whine, your pussy clenching around him. “Are you going to cum for me?” He thrusts deeper, hitting your g-spot with perfect strokes. “Go on, cum for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you.”

As he pinches your clit and thrusts deeper, you moan loudly, feeling your body tense up. You suddenly cum, squeezing Dean’s cock. 

Dean moans, the sound causing you to clench around him again. He continues pounding into you until he grunts, burying deep inside and cumming hard, pumping you full of his thick cum. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re in for a long fucking night,” He grabs your chin and turns your head to face him. “I’m going to fuck and fill you so much that you will be dripping of my cum for a month.”

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You bounced happily into the girls locker room, having just finished cheer practice. Your skirt sways dangerously high with each movement but you barely notice or don’t care. You head over to your locker and open it, humming softly to yourself as you begin to gather your things. 

“Hey bunny.” You let out a soft squeal, spinning around. Your eyes widen when you spot Jennifer leaning against the locker behind you. Everything about her is perfect as always and you feel your cheeks heat up the longer you look at her. 

“H-hi!” You stutter without meaning to. You clear your throat before you continue. “You weren’t at practice today!” You pout, looking at the literal goddess in front of you. 

Jennifer smirks, she pushes off of the locker and moves closer to you. “Were you looking for me, bunny?” 

Your eyes widen and your heart begins to beat faster. You didn’t know how to respond or you couldn’t? Your mind suddenly felt fuzzy the closer she got. 

She reaches out, brushing her fingers against your cheerleading uniform. Your breath hitches as they move down and play with the hem of your very short skirt. “I like the uniform on you, bunny.” 

Your cheeks burn, “Thank–”

Jennifer leans closer, cutting you off. “Take it off.” 

You blink, your heart stutters and you think you misheard her because suddenly your ears are ringing and your whole body feels fuzzy. 

She tugs on your skirt. “Now, bunny. Take it off, now.” 

A whimper slips from your lips at her words and you begin to shakily remove your cheerleading uniform as she steps back to give you some space. Her eyes watch your movements, scanning your body with a smirk as the last piece of your clothing hits the floor.

“Such a pretty little bunny.” Jennifer sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, taking a step closer to you again. Your body now pressed up against the locker, she presses her fully clothed body against yours. Her fingers touch underneath your chin, tilting your head up to capture your lips with hers. You whimper again, her lips are so soft and taste of strawberries. 

Jennifer’s lips move slowly against yours, her tongue swiping against your bottom one before sliding it inside of your mouth. She likes the effect she has on you, her other hand moves to cup one of your breasts. Your knees buckle as she begins to play with your nipple, her fingers skilled. Jennifer pulls away and your lips chase after hers, causing her to let out a small chuckle. “You’re so cute, bunny.” She boops your nose with a smirk.

Your back arches slightly as her hand begins to slide down your body, she watches you as her fingers find their way between your legs. You gasp softly as Jennifer begins to slowly rub your puffy clit before your head rolls back and you moan. She moves closer again, continuing to rub your clit as her lips find yours, bringing you into a deep kiss at the same time as she slides her fingers inside of you. 

“Oh…” You whimper against her lips, hands grabbing anywhere they can as Jennifer begins to finger you, curling her fingers to hit the spot that makes you see stars while her thumb continues its work on your swollen clit.

“That’s a good bunny.” Jennifer sucks your bottom lip into her mouth as she picks up her pace, holding you against her as your knees buckle and your eyes begin to roll back. Her lips leave yours causing you to let out a whine followed by a moan as she begins to kiss and suck on your neck. 

Her fingers curl again and you gasp, your walls fluttering around them. “Are you going to be a good bunny and cum for me?” Jennifer continues to mark your neck, sending tingles throughout your body. You moan softly, your hips rocking into her hand as you clench around her fingers. “Hmm?” She waits for a response, nipping a sweet spot on your neck with her teeth.

“Y–yes!” You whine, the intense pleasure between your legs making it hard for you to speak or think.

“Cum for me, bunny.”

You whimper, covering your mouth with your hand as you moan a little too loud. Your hips stutter, walls flutter as she continues to finger you and with one last curl. Your body shatters, cumming hard around her perfectly manicured fingers.

Jennifer continues to move her fingers in and out of you until your orgasm ends and with a smirk, she slowly pulls them out of you, looking you dead in the eye as she pops her glistening fingers into her mouth, sucking your juices off of them. Your cheeks and body heat up as you watch her, pussy pulsing and mouth suddenly dry. 

Jennifer spins around, her hips swaying as she begins to walk away, stopping only for a split second to call over her shoulder. “Same time next week, kay bunny?” She doesn’t give you time to respond as she leaves the girls locker room, leaving you behind completely dazed and naked, still trembling from your orgasm.

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Steve knew this was wrong, he shouldn’t be feeling this type of way towards you. Especially with you being married, you and your husband lived right next door to him. It was wrong of him to lust after you, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when you’d smile so prettily at him when you’d leave your house or accidentally leaving some skin exposed when you wore that silk robe of yours.

Steve couldn’t count on one hand the amount of times he’d tug on his throbbing cock to you. The way your plump breasts would jiggle with each movement or how your arse would bounce and your hips would sway were stuck in his mind, causing him to constantly be hard.

He wiped the back of his hand across his forehead, wiping the sweat away as he stopped for a split second. Stretching his back slightly as the lawnmower rumbles in front of him.

“Hiya Stevie!” Steve’s head whips around so fast at the sound of your voice, almost stumbling on his feet. You chuckle, waving and he gulps, taking in the tight but flowing sundress that you’re wearing, Steve’s mind imagines how you’d feel against him while wearing it, bending you over the railing and lifting your dress so he can watch himself slide deep inside of you.

Steve clears his throat, lifting his hand in a wave. “Hello, Mrs. Drysdale.” He nods before beginning to move, mowing the lawn.

“You look like you need a drink. Why don’t you come on up? I just made some lemonade. Wouldn’t want you to overheat yourself.” Steve stops again, looking over as you talk. His eyes drift down as you tilt your head and lean against the railing, your breasts pushing up causing his cock to twitch.

“I—I wouldn’t want to be a bother, ma’am and I don’t think your husband would appreciate that.” He practically snarls as he mentions your husband. The man was the biggest arse he had ever encountered and didn’t seem to treat you like the goddess you were. It made him wonder why you even married a man like that.

You wave your hand, dismissing his words. “Don’t worry bout him, Sugar. He’s left me all alone for the week.” Steve’s dick swells as you pout, big, wide eyes staring down at him. “I’ll be inside if ya wanna take up my offer.” He watches you spin and disappear into the house.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He fights with himself, “Do not go in there.” He mutters, continuing with the mowing before he suddenly slams his hand down and turns the machine off. “Fuck it. It’s just for a drink. Nothing else, Steve. Don’t think so much into it.” He growls to himself as he stalks across his lawn and up your stairs, awkwardly opening the front door and walking in. “Mrs. Drysdale?” He calls out.

“In here, Sugar!” The moment Steve rounds the corner, he chokes, hands immediately shooting to the front of his jeans. You are bent over, checking something in the oven, your fat arse sticking up, the dress hugging against it making Steve swear he can see the outline of everything underneath. You stand and Steve quickly moves to stand behind the counter, hiding the giant boner that’s straining against the zipper, begging to be let out.

“Sorry, was just checking on the pie. You like apple?” Did he die and go to heaven? Fuck, you were a dream come true. You tilt your head, leaning against the counter, Steve’s eyes immediately fall to your exposed cleavage and you smirk softly. “You all there, Sweetness? The heat didn’t get to ya already, did it?”

Steve shakes his head, clearing his throat and looking back up. “I’m alright, ma’am. I’m not intruding am I?”

The laugh you let out echoes throughout his ears, causing his heart to swell. “Don’t be silly, I invited you in.” You grab the lemonade and two glasses, filling them. “Come sit.” You slide the drink over to him before walking over to the couch, your hips swaying with each step and Steve gulps, wondering how the hell he’s supposed to get over there without you noticing his problem.

You turn, taking a sip of your drink before patting the spot beside you. He turns and grabs his drink, closing his eyes for a few seconds as he wills his cock to soften. Steve walks over and takes the seat next to you, eyes immediately stopping on your legs before slowly drifting up your body. You give him a sweet smile when your eyes lock, his cheeks turning a slight pink at being caught.

“It’s okay to look, Steve. Nothing wrong with looking.” Steve’s gaze falls to your mouth as your teeth sink into your bottom lip and your eyes move down his body. “Do you ever think of doing more than looking, Steve?”

His eyes snap up, widening at your question and he quickly shakes his head. “N—no, ma’am. W—wouldn’t dream of it.”

You hum, leaning forward to place your drink down onto the coffee table before resting your hand on his thigh. “Are you sure? Lying isn’t an attractive quality to have, Sugar.”

Steve squirms under your touch, gulping as you lean closer to his, giving him a perfect view down your dress. “M—ma’am…”

“Call me Y/N, Steve.” You tilt your head and smile, batting your lashes. “Unless you have some other name you wanna call me.”

“Y/n…” He tests your name on his tongue, his cock twitching with how perfectly it rolls off. Your thighs squeeze together, your tongue flicks out, wetting your lips. “This isn’t right, what about Mr. Drysdale?”

Steve’s gaze darts between your eyes, lips and plump breasts that threaten to spill from your dress. He whimpers when you cup his chin, directing his gaze back up.

“My husband doesn’t have to know.” You move closer, practically climbing into his lap. “Plus, I don’t think he’ll notice, he’s too busy with his own plaything nowadays to remember he has a wife at home.” Steve’s gaze falls to your lips, hardening even more as they form a pout.

His brows furrow, hands moving to grip your hips, pulling you fully onto his lap. “His own plaything? He’s cheating on you?”

You hum, a whimper getting caught in your throat as your cunt brushes against his bulge. “Uh huh, Ransom was never the most loyal.” You lick your lips, batting your lashes as your eyes connect with Steve’s. You cup his cheek, stroking it with your thumb as your gaze moves to his pretty pink lips. “I always wondered what it would be like to fuck a younger man. Younger seems to be the thing when it comes to affairs, don’t cha think?”

His hold on you tightens, digging his fingertips harder into your hips. “He’s stupid to cheat on a woman like you.” His tongue darts out, eyes moving to stare at your lips. “And it would be stupid of me to decline a ladies wish.”

Your hips move gently, rubbing against the hardened bulge in his pants. You hover over his lips, soft whimpers slipping from your lips. “Fuck me please, Steve.” Your hand slides down, resting against his neck. “I’ve seen how you look at me, notice how hard you get when I wear certain things. Been wanting you for so long, yet you’ve never taken the hint.”

Steve groans, grabbing the back of your head and pulling you towards him, devouring your lips into a rough, heat filled kiss. His other hand tightens, helping you move against him, feeling you soak his jeans as you hump him like a desperate slut.

“F—fuck, okay! Uh…” Steve tries to think for a minute but it becomes harder the more you move against him, your lips now attached to his neck, making his brain go all fuzzy. “W—what about the pie?!” He suddenly remembers the food in the oven, only because he thought back to when he walked in and found you bent over. “D—don’t want to have to stop cause the house is burning down.”

You kiss up, moving to his ear and nibbling on the lobe. “Don’t worry bout it, last I checked it had thirty more minutes to go. Can you make me cum in that time, Sugar?”

He groans, flipping the two of you over, grabbing your hands as you go to lift the dress from your body. “No, keep it on.” You swear you became wetter just from his words. “Wanted to fuck you in it, in all your little dresses.” He presses against you, rubbing his jean clad bulge against your soaked core. “Such a fuckin’ tease, always prancing around either half naked or dressed like a slut in these.”

The moan you let out is almost pornographic, not even your husband could bring that sound out of you. Steve’s hands move up, pulling the front of your dress down and groaning as your plump breasts bounce free. “Fuck, so fucking perfect.” Your hands fly to his hair as he leans forward, peppering kisses along your skin before he pays attention to your nipples, licking and sucking, even going as far as nibbling gently on each one.

“S—Steve! Please.” Your hips lift as you rub against him, needing something, anything to relieve you of the tingles between your legs.

He groans against your flesh, rutting against you before he pulls back. “God, you’re so fucking needy. So needy for a younger man, aren’t you?” You nod, hands reaching out to try and grab onto him, any part of him. “Tell me what you want, I need you to say it.” He moves closer to you, letting your hands wander his bare chest.

“Fuck me.”

He unzips his pants, taking his throbbing dick out and he begins to stroke it, half-hooded eyes connecting to your teary ones. Steve grunts, tearing your knickers from your body before lining his mushroom tip against your weeping entrance. “Are you sure you want this, ma’am? Because there’s no going back.”

You nod rapidly, “God, yes. Please Steve.” Your eyes roll back and mouth drops open as he pushes in, stretching you onto his large cock. Your hand rests against his chest while the other flies back and grips the couch beneath you. “Oh god, you’re so big! Fuck.” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as Steve continues to thrust all the way inside you.

“Shit, so good, Mrs. Drysdale.” Steve groans, feeling your walls tighten around him. He leans down and tucks his face into your neck, kissing it as he begins to fuck into you hard. Your hand moves to the back of his neck, gripping it. Steve grabs your thighs, lifting them on either side of him and then grabs a pillow, stuffing it underneath you causing your eyes to cross at the new angle. “Feel better? That’s all you needed isn’t it? A good fucking.”

Your back arches, nails digging harder into his neck and couch. “O—oh!” Your toes curl and you tighten around him. You never thought fucking someone younger would feel so good.

“Gonna cum for me, Sweetheart? Gonna let me cum so deep into you that it’ll still be leaking out of your pretty little pussy when your husband gets back?” Your scream fills the house as you cum, walls spasming around his thick length, your juices coating him and the couch. You whine, gripping him tight as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. “So good for me, gonna let me do this again, Mrs. Drysdale?”

“F—fuck yes, please cum in me, Steve!”

Steve shrugs with a smirk, “as you wish.” He pounds into you a few more times before burying deep inside of you, throwing his head back as his balls tighten and thick ropes of cum spurt out of him, coating your walls white. He pulls out, putting you down gently before getting up and heading into the kitchen. You lie there completely fucked out, feeling so good and tingly all over.

Steve comes back, sadly his cock is tucked back in. He gently cleans you with the damp tea towel before fixing your dress. “How do you feel?” You hum, nodding.

“So good but why did you put yourself away?” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you look up at him and he groans.

Steve shakes his head. “Your husband is an arse for neglecting such a pretty thing for so long.”

The whole week before your husband got back, you got fucked so many times in so many different positions. Even when he was home, you would occasionally sneak around with Steve.

Steve couldn’t keep the smile off of his face.

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Willy Wonka… Was socially awkward, he didn’t go out much or at all really. But after the whole golden ticket incident, he suddenly was always so tense, trying everything from eating something sweet to creating a new lolly. Nothing seemed to be working, no matter what. He figured a walk would do some good and as night fell and he stepped out, yet the feeling still stuck. 

Lost in his thoughts, Willy rounded a corner he had never taken before, his feet seeming to have a mind of their own. He looked up when the path in front of him began to glow, his eyes landing on a neon sign that read ‘The Strawberry Shack’. With a newfound interest and a sparkle in his eyes, Willy began to head to the door, wondering what sweets this store may sell. 

As he walked inside, his eyes connected with a woman’s behind a desk and he gave an awkward smile and wave. He looked around the room curiously as he didn’t see any chocolate or treats, just doors. 

“Hello. My name is Willy Wonka.” He walks closer, looking around again making sure he didn’t miss anything. “Uh, what exactly do you sell?” He clears his throat, feeling this was already too much human interaction but something inside of him made him want to press on.

The woman leans forward on the desk, looking him up and down with a small smirk. “It depends on what you’re looking for, Sugar. Why did you come in here?” 

Willy shuffled his feet, “I don’t exactly know.” He lets out a strange giggle, staring too long at the woman without meaning to. “I’ve been tense lately and nothing has been working… Not chocolate, not sweets, not even a walk during the night. I guess that's why my feet led me to your delectable shop.”

The woman hums with a smirk. “Ah, I know just what you need.” She mentions a price and with a hum, Willy reaches into his maroon coat pocket and pulls out a large amount of cash, dropping all of it all on the desk. No care to pick up the change, he walks in the direction the woman nods and opens the door. 

The moment he stepped in, his eyes went wide and his face flushed pink. He let out a small squeak, eyes finding the ceiling as he didn’t know where to look. Again, his feet move for him, heading in the direction of you. Your legs spread as you’re on your back, everything on display. Willy let out a small gasp when he stopped in front of you, his eyes widening even more as he took in the glorious sight of you. 

“Oh…” He blinked, his eyes stuck on how you glistened against the light. 

“Hiya, Sugar. You’re new.” Your voice rumbles from within the wall, causing Willy to jump back slightly. “You don’t gotta be shy, I’m yours to touch for the night or until you get your fill.” 

His gloved hands slide gently against your legs, curiously. He spreads them wider, “Can I…?” 

You hum in response, a gasp escapes your lips as you suddenly feel a tongue press against you. “That’s a new one for me, Sugar.” You hum out, your eyes slipping closed as his tongue begins to lap up your juices, circling and flicking your clit before he suddenly wraps his lips around it and sucks causing you to shoot forward, your hands gripping whatever you can find. 

Willy hums, moving back. His tongue licks his lips as he grins. “Fantastic… The way you’d make a good chocolate or treat…” He mumbles to himself, needing a way to collect your juices for a new idea. He feels a strange throbbing between his legs, his gaze moves down and widens as he finds himself hard.

You peek from beneath the hole, watching the strange man. “Do you know how to use that, Sugar?” He clears his throat, stuttering out what sounds to be a no. “Take it out for me, Honey.”

Willy blushes, unbuttoning his pants, he slowly and gently takes out his reddened cock. 

You hum, “That’s a good boy.” You smile as you watch his cock twitch, feeling yourself slicken as you eye it. “Now press it against me, Sugar. Do what makes you feel good.”

He takes a step closer, slowly guiding his cock towards you. A choked gasp escaping his lips as his tip grazes your lips. “That’s it, Sugar. Keep going.” You guide him, feeling him begin to press himself into you until he’s completely sheathed inside. “You feel so big…” 

Willy moans, feeling the tension release from his shoulders as his hips begin to automatically move, his eyes locked on the way he moves against you. How his cock slides in and out of you perfectly. His hands fall to your hips, holding onto them as he continues to fuck into you, first slowly until his body starts to get used to the feeling. Your body jerks up and down as he fucks you, the tip of his cock hitting all the right places. Your fingers dig into the mattress underneath you, feeling your walls clamp down onto him as you cum hard, your juices squirting out, coating his coat. 

Willy groans, his cock twitching and throbbing at the sight and the feeling of you cumming around him. He buries himself deeper, fucking into you as he cums alongside you. As he pulls out, he drops to his knees suddenly and laps up your juices and his cum, cleaning you. He enjoys the sounds you make when he touches you, hoping to be the cause of them again. 

He stands and tucks himself away before taking out a cloth, cleaning you and his coat, ensuring that it gathers your delectable taste. He tucks it back into his pocket. “Thank you, Miss…” He hums to himself as he turns and walks out of the building. His hand rests on the pocket holding the cloth, a new plan forming in his mind. 

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