#veltana

ohhhhh Cate!!! i want to say first: thank you and i love you for sending in this ask!!!! even if you're more than a little bit of a MENACE for this question 😩 it was difficult making a decision, because i don't think there's a wrong answer, but i definitely have a preference....

anyway, please enjoy some filthy smut as my answer to your question!! (~1.2k words of 18+ content ahead—smut, threesome, double penetration, daddy/dad kink, unprotected sex, double creampie.)

a sweet girl for your dads

“Jaaack, Robbyyy,” you whined from where you were pinned naked between the two men. 

You were so filled up by them, you could do little more than whimper their names and bury your face in Jack’s neck, pressing your mouth to the weathered skin beneath his ear and inhaling the familiar scent of his soap. All the while, Robby’s coarse beard rasped against your skin as he brushed devastatingly tender kisses to your shoulders.

“Please, I need…” Your gasped words trailed off into a moan wrenched from the depths of your soul as Robby thrust deeper, his hand anchored on your hip and shoving your body further into Jack’s arms.

“You know what we wanna hear, sweetheart,” Jack murmured against your temple, the stubble on his chin teasing your cheek and making you shiver from the sharp sensation. “Just say the words, and we’ll let you cum, precious girl.”

How would these babes react in this or similar situations: Steve, Ari and Ransom 🤭

With Steve, you spend the few first minutes grinning and very smug you made that comment, already fantasizing a bit about what he might do to you when you return home.

But you don't have to wait so long.

When you go to use the restroom, suddenly there's a large presence crowding you in, putting a hand over your mouth and locking you in a stall. Then he's kicking your legs apart, free hand diving into your underwear.

"Wonder if you'll be thinking about the past when you go back there after cumming all over my fingers, brat."

✨

Ari laughs at your comment, not the least bothered by it. He knows you're breaking apart at the mere touch of his big fingers on your sweet pussy.

However, you start getting an influx of messages throughout the evening.

All pictures and clips of Ari's fingers. Close up on them as they clench, stretch, grip.

Then he sends one with focus on his hand stroking his cock...

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"Is that's supposed to rile me up, berry?" Ransom snorts, peering at you over the rim of his sunglasses.

"We both know that their game was lukewarm, since you said yourself that you've never come the way you do with me." His mouth curves into a smug, annoying smirk.

Well, first of all, thank gawd it wasn't one of my Roger's Academy stories!!! 😅

If we're talking last thing I worked on, period, then it's the new chapter of More Than This. And honestly, yes please! These two are finally in a pretty good place and this installment has them looking for a new house! And seeing as I will never be able to afford a house like the ones they're looking at, yes teleport me! It'd be very fun.

But if it's a brand new WIP that has not yet seen the light of day, well, that's probably In Discord & Rhyme, my new werewolf Ari story. And since I'm just at the beginning of that one and we all know that my stories tend to start with heavy angst, well, that might not be a fun swap.

In this one you're the daughter of a werewolf hunting family who's mostly separated yourself from the family business. But when something goes horrifically wrong on a hunt, the local pack will only be appeased by a hunter hostage, dressed up as an arranged marriage. Your family offers you. You're about to learn a lot about the true nature of werewolves. And when push comes to shove, who's side will you be on???

Minotaur

Phoenix

Chimera

Oooh I love this. Let me think. 🤔 And crack open my Encyclopedia of Magical Creatures for assistance.

Phoenix

This one’s easy! Fire=Johnny Storm. The mythological connections to the sun. The way he bounces back. His willingness to fight for justice.

Minotaur

Part of me really wants to say Ari. I mean, according to my research, bulls are respected for their “limitless virile power”—and who does that sound like?

Chimera

This one is interesting cause I was just researching it the other day to answer another ask. A chimera is a monster comprised of a lion’s head, a goat’s body, and a serpent’s tail. Looking at lore for those creatures, a serpent is known for patience in remaining still and renewal in shedding their skin. Goats are associated not just with fertility but also creative energy. Lions are viewed as not putting up with evil, and their prowess and power. Which leads me to one man.

Well, the last thing I worked on was I'm Your Man (Mafia Andy).

Some of you love that, and some of you are 😑 and I get that. It's fine.

How do I feel about this reader and what I'm working on? Complicated. But that's the complexity of our entire situation in this relationship with Andy: it's got scars and constraints and trust issues and yet there are undeniable feelings there for us and for Andy.

Now.

What can I tell you about this WIP? I've been working on two sections sort of simultaneously and had an additional idea for something happening in the future.

It's no secret I've been vastly MIA since mid-March. Work became insanity in some really great AND really awful ways, and since I work at a university, the end of the academic year is always one of the busiest stretches. AND I've got my first year establishing a plot at my local community garden, and so my extra time has gone to gardening OR oftentimes I simply haven't had enough/any creative energy to even think of writing.

And yet... the vague ideas I still had to write were for this WIP.

But when I was on my vacation these past two weeks, I started to get the itch again, and I think about this AU a lot when I travel because I wrote an early chapter of it while on vacation based off prompt inspo from @stargazingfangirl18 back in November 2023. The first part of my trip was one of those multi-day guided tours, and it was incredible! Amsterdam -> Heidelberg -> Lucern -> Paris. And one of those locations will feature prominently toward the end. I had always figured this future Plot Point would take place in Europe, and while I was in one of these cities, I was just like yes, this is where.

Which of the four cities? I'll keep that a surprise.

Then yesterday something happened in my life that I couldn't help thinking, I need to fic this. Partly because I was desperately yearning for a babe to be around to take care of me. Without going into detail, I got very sick very suddenly, and it was awful, and I ended up needing to go to the instacare, and they asked me if I had anyone who could come pick me up, and I was just 🥺 because if it had been a dire emergency, I could've phoned somone, but the person I would've felt the least guilty bothering was my mom, and it would've been 45 minutes to an hour before she would've been able to come pick me up. There are family and friends who live closer, but I felt bad/like I would be a burden.

But I'm Your Man!Andy would be so attentive and take such good care of us. And that would just further complicate/evolve how we feel about him and develop the way he cares about us into a bit of new territory because Andy's never had someone to care about that way. Even though we've established he'd been married to Laurie, that relationship was nothing like the relationship he's experiencing with us.

So.

I'm going to use some of that experience for not the very next chapter, but the one right after that. 👀

Frank Langdon

Dex

Bucky

Cate. Cate. Cate. When I tell you I started at this. 😂😭 *deep breath* Here we go.

Fuck - Dex

It would be intense and everything I could want and more, but the man is just a bit unstable and could be dangerous as a long-term partner. A good fling could be fun. He'll probably keep me anyway.

Marry - Bucky

Let's be real. Once he's healed and has support, we know he is deeply loyal, protective, and committed. He's the kind of partner who wants a peaceful life with someone he loves. Let that be me!

Kiss - Frank

He deserves a kiss. Look at him! The man has some work to do on himself, but he is trying.

Also would love a reverse harem with these men.

"Your laugh might actually be my favorite sound."

"I don’t like you but somehow I always end up next to you."

"I wish I could hate you"

Aaaahhh, Dumblr decided it wouldn’t show me this ask until I was on desktop 🤷🏼‍♀️ so sorry for the lateness!

“Your laugh might actually be my favourite sound.”

This is Artist Steve Rogers, especially when he hears your laugh in conjunction with Engineer Bucky’s. His two loves being happy and having fun together just makes him 😍🥰

“I don’t like you, but somehow I always end up next to you.”

This is definitely going to you talking to Mob! Curtis at some point in the future…

“I wish I could hate you.”

Your feet hurt so bad, naked as they were. Sticks, small stones, and needles from the trees around making every step you took on the forest floor feel agonizing. Sometimes a stray branch would snag on your dress and almost make you fall but it didn’t make you stop running. You couldn’t stop. This was what you got for trusting your creep of a boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend now.

The night was closing in and it was getting darker. Even if there had been a full moon in the sky, the thick canopy above you wouldn’t make any light pass through it. You just hoped you made it to a town or onto a road before you ran head-first into a tree.

You suddenly saw something at the corner of your eye and it made you stop. There was a house nestled in among all the thick trees. The lights shone with warmth and you took a cautious step towards it. Clenching your fists you hesitated. The odds that this home belonged to the people you were running from were slim so you took the chance.

Jogging up to the house, you knocked on the door and waited for what felt like an eternity for someone to answer. And when they did, you found yourself at a loss for words.

The man holding open the door raised one of his eyebrows and then leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. He looked a little odd but not in a dangerous way, more like he came from another time or place. A scarf around his neck was tucked into a vest, not something you’d often seen around. The shirt he wore underneath were embroidered on the sleeves and it was tucked into a pair of dark leather pants. Despite that, it didn’t take away from the fact that he was very handsome, with stunning blue eyes.

 “You look like a bunny that’s run away from a wolf,” his tone was light and slightly amused. 

“Do you want to borrow a phone?” 

With a shake of your head, you gathered yourself and said, “I don’t have anyone I could call. But you don’t happen to have a pair of shoes I could borrow?”

That’s when he noticed your feet and pursed his lips, “Why don’t you come inside, bunny? You look like you could use a meal and something to drink.”

Going inside a stranger's home was against everything you’d ever been thought growing up, but as you were it didn’t feel like you had much of a choice. Or at least the choice would be yours this time. 

There was also something about the man in front of you that made you feel safe, weird as it was.

As you stepped in through the door you introduced yourself. He made a slight bow, gesturing with his hand as if he was removing a hat from his head, and said “Jefferson is my name.” You had no idea what to answer with that so you just nodded. Then he straightened and tapped his finger to his chin, “I see now that you might require a bath and a change of clothes. Do you want that before or after dinner?”

“I just want to borrow a pair of shoes really, so I can make it to the nearest town.”

“Bunny,” Jefferson smiled. “If you just humor me and eat some food, then I can drive you to town.” “Really?” “Absolutely.”

“Then I would like to take you up on the offer of a bath and clothes,” It seemed to delight him, but then his brows drew together and he said, “I just want to warn you, my daughter took all of her clothes when she left for college so you’ll have to make do with something from my closet.” “I’m sure it will be fine,” you answered.

Just as you did there came a pounding on the door behind you and you jumped, meeting Jefferson’s curious look with one of horror. You thought you were much farther ahead but apparently, they’d caught up.

Without a word, Jefferson opened a door at the side. It turned out to be a closet filled with similar but somehow also different-looking hats. Quickly, you went inside and just as he pushed the door shut, you saw him pull out a very large and sharp-looking scissor from somewhere.

Whatever was said between the ones at the door and Jefferson didn’t last long. Soon he was pulling the door open with a soft smile. “Come on bunny, the big bad wolves are gone.”

“Thank you,” you said sincerely. You’d probably never be able to repay him.

“Don’t worry about it! Now, let's get you clean and fed!”

With a flourish, he left down the hallway and you hurried to keep up.

He looked a little odd but not in a dangerous way, more like he came from another time or place. A scarf around his neck was tucked into a vest, not something you’d often seen around. The shirt he wore underneath were embroidered on the sleeves and it was tucked into a pair of dark leather pants. Despite that, it didn’t take away from the fact that he was very handsome, with stunning blue eyes.

Ok I LOVE Jefferson pieces and this description is just… *mwah* odd but not dangerous… no just a lil bit mad poor bub but I love him for it… and those eyes 🥹

As you stepped in through the door you introduced yourself. He made a slight bow, gesturing with his hand as if he was removing a hat from his head, and said “Jefferson is my name.”

Not my heart trembling or body threatening to swoon over THAT introduction 🫠

Soon he was pulling the door open with a soft smile. “Come on bunny, the big bad wolves are gone.

A gentleman and a gentle man… Lord have mercy 🙏

Cate! Thank you times infinity for this beautiful piece! I adore it so much!