#very dilf on holiday coded

[slutforpringles]

via enchante

[peachy-momos]

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭 ღ 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧

A/N: Here it is, back again! Sorry if any spelling/grammatical errors! MINORS DNI!

Pairing: Dilf!Reiner Braun x Reader

Warnings: Reader is fem bodied and goes by she/her pronouns. Big age gap. Reiner is your best friends dad. Lots and lots of teasing. The use of daddy and babygirl. Unprotected sex + creampie, vaginal sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving). Spanking with a belt. Reiner being himself even in old-ish man form

“So, tell me again why we’re going to your dad's house?” you held your phone to your ear with your shoulder, searching through your drawer to find a bathing suit. You pulled one out, but decided you would probably have to look for another one… just in case you met any hot guys on the beach town you were going with your best friend to.

“Because!” she sounded giddy, “I haven’t seen him in two years, and you’re not going home anyway. You promised you’d come with me.” pausing, you could hear her shut something loudly. “Annndddd  there’s a beach. Why would you say no to that?”

You giggled at her words, “I’m not saying no! I just needed to know more about it. Got anything planned?” you packed your suitcase, smiling against your phone, a month of being on the beach with your best friend? Sounds like heaven.

“Alright, I have to go. Dad’s calling!” she said her goodbyes and you hung up, grabbing more stuff to put in your suitcase. Making sure to pack the essentials, you hopped into the shower, throwing on a t- shirt and some shorts once you were done. It was still pretty early, and it would only take two hours to get there, at least that's what she told you.

Grabbing your keys and luggage, you left your apartment to start loading up your car. You made sure to save room for your friends luggage, hers would always be bigger than yours, she felt the need to overpack twenty-four seven.

“Hi!” she waved as you pulled up, her crop top riding up on her skin. You popped the trunk for her, and she shoved her luggage in with a small grunt, pressing the button to shut it before stepping in. Her hair was in two braids, sunglasses propped on her head.

“Someones ready to go.” you teased, putting the directions in your GPS.

“Duhhh. I miss my dad.” she propped her feet up on the dashboard. “You’ll love him. He’s such a big teddy bear.”

“I’m sure I will.” your eyes focused on the road, directions sounding off beside you. “From the pictures you’ve shown me, he's pretty hot too.” she scrunched her nose up, a noise of disgust making its way out of her as she batted at your shoulder with one hand. You batted back at her, “I’m just joking! He looks nice, I can’t wait to meet him.”

She hummed in agreement, closing her eyes to get some rest. You swore she was like a cat, sleeping anywhere and everywhere

The ride was fairly peaceful, traffic wasn’t bad due to it not being a major holiday, and you only had to make one stop for food. Houses of pastel blues, yellows, and greens sprouted up growing closer and closer together the closer you drove into the beach side town. You rolled your window down, letting the scent of the ocean breeze permeate your car.

Your friend woke up drowsily, just in time to tell you the code for the gated community her father lived in.

“What the hell does your father do for a living.” you asked her as you drove through the community, the houses grande and luxurious.

She yawned, “He works for some corporate office. The CEO is like rich or something, dad’s one of the higher ups.”

“Oh.” you hummed, parking by the sidewalk. The house was smaller than many of the others, but still large in comparison to the average house. Opening the door, you made quick work of stretching your legs, your mind registered the person weed whacking in the yard. His blonde hair stuck to his face, facial hair nicely groomed. Your eyes traveled lower, three buttons unbuttoned on his shirt, his sleeves were rolled up, khaki pants tight on his very muscular thighs. Veins bulged out of his arms, wristwatch further enhancing them. You had to force yourself to look away as he looked up, a wide grin on his face.

“Dad!” your friend eagerly bounded up to him, throwing her arms around his wide shoulders. He hugged her back, hands looking massive around her waist.

You felt guilt wash over you. How could you find your best friend’s dad hot? How fucked up were you to be wondering about how his large hands would feel around your neck, what his muscular body would feel like on yours, what his voice would sound like when he was-.

You snapped out of your haze when your friend called your name, introducing you to her father. Making your way to them, you formally introduced yourself, earning a handshake from a him, and a “Reiner Braun, nice to meet you.”

Your hands felt clammy, quickly retreating to wipe them on your shirt and get your luggage. Reiner stopped you, motioning for you to get inside and that he’d get your luggage. You smiled shyly, biting your lip subconsciously.

Watching him grab the luggage certainly didn’t do your brain any good, he was still strong even in his older age, being able to carry two suitcases and an additional bag from his daughter. You scurried into the house, him showing you where you’d be staying and telling you that dinner would be ready within the next hour.

You swore you could feel the heat of his eyes lingering on you for a little too long, the shorts you wore were riding up on your ass, the fleshy meat hanging out ever so slightly. You turned around to see him already walking down the stairs, putting it off as a random feeling.

After unpacking, you went downstairs to sit with Reiner and your friend to eat dinner.

“So,” he started, cutting into his steak. “Do you have a boyfriend yet, sweetheart?” he asked your friend, and she rolled her eyes.

“No. Neither of us do.” she grumbled, and Reiner cocked an eyebrow. You joined in, “Yeah, stupid college boys or whatever.” shrugging, you took a bite, and your friend spoke once again. “That pretty much sums it up.” you chewed, nodding at her words.

Reiner hummed, swallowing. “You’re both pretty girls, you’ll find someone soon enough.” you smiled shyly at his words, your best friend speaking a cheerful “Thanks dad.”

“Thanks for the dinner, Mr. Braun.” you were washing off your dish, helping to clean up after dinner.

“It’s no problem sweetheart.” you shivered,  hoping he didn’t notice. The nickname he gave both you and his daughter should not be this hot. He spoke again, “Call me Reiner. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

You smiled, wiping your hands off. “I loved it Mr. Braun.” calling him by his first name is a no-no, this wasn’t your territory, and by the way it made you bite your lip, you knew it led to other things in your mind. You passed by him, deciding to go straight to bed due to the long day you’ve had.

“Call me if you need anything.” he called up the stairs, and you let out a noise of acknowledgement, shutting the door behind you.

The next few days were spent hitting up the beach, the warm sun on your body washing out all the stress you held due to your hectic school life. Reiner’s eyes would catch on the dip of your cleavage in your swimsuit for a split second, before he coughed, sending you on your way.

At first you didn’t catch it, but after almost a week of it happening, you finally caught on. One night you got up to get a drink of water, passing Reiner’s room in the process. Soft noises flowed out of his room, and you not so innocently pressed your ear against his door, vaguely making out some grunts, and the phrase of  “Fuck babygirl, yeah thats it. Cum on daddy's cock.”

You bit your cheek, clit throbbing. Deciding you don’t need water after all, you sprinted to your room lightly, closing the door and pleasuring yourself to how he would feel inside of you. You shouldn’t feel like this, his eyes taking in the curve of your tits, hips, and the plump flesh of your ass burned into your mind. The soft touches of his fingers on your lower back as he walked behind you. The way he looked when he was only wearing grey sweatpants, no shirt, as he stood outside your room asking if you needed anything. You wore a skimpy tank top and too short shorts, his eyes lingering on you for longer than you thought they would. You came with a quiet whimper, mind buzzing of Reiner and only Reiner.

He knocked on your door that morning, unaware of what you were doing last and what you heard last night. “Breakfast is ready if you want any.”

“I’ll be down in a minute.” you said, getting up to make sure you looked nice enough for your liking. After some pampering, you made your way downstairs, Reiner was in a suit, grey tie matching his silver watch.

“Looks delicious.” you smiled, and your friend sipped her coffee beside you.

“Glad you girls like this old man's cooking.” he checked his watch, leaning over to lace his shoes.

“You’re not old, dad.” your friend set her coffee down, looking at Reiner with pursed lips.

He shrugged, “I have a daughter in college, I’m pretty old.”

You chimed in quietly, “Mr. Braun, you’re like forty-five at most, that’s not old.”

Smiling, he got up, adjusting his cufflinks. “I’m close enough, forty-one. See you girls tonight, have a nice day.”

Your friend rolled her eyes, poking her tongue out between her lips. “I’ve been meaning to buy a new swimsuit.” she mentioned, “Do you want to come?”

“Yeah sure, I needed an extra anyway.” the cogs turned in your head, a perfect excuse to buy a slutty bathing suit that could cause Reiner to crack. You bit your lip, getting up to go wash your plate and get ready.

The next day was Reiner’s day off of work, a perfect day to present your new swimsuit to him.

“Mr. Braun.” you piped up as he was taking his shirt off. “Could you put sunscreen on my back?” mentioning that your friend was in the cabana, setting up a pool floatie.

“Sure sweetheart,” he hummed, coming up behind you to grab the sunscreen. “It’ll be no problem.” Reiner squirted the sunblock in his hands, starting to rub at your shoulders. You sighed under his touch, every muscle relaxing. He squeezed more, and instead of going to your back he went to your feet and thighs, eventually coming up to lightly squeeze at your ass, making you gasp softly. It was the most gentle squeeze, but it sent shockwaves through your body, the cold lotion landed on your back, breaking you out of your haze. Reiner pressed his palms into your back, fingers skimming the underside of your swimsuit top.

His fingers caused your skin to erupt in goosebumps, nipples hardening. You shivered, and he hummed quietly, one finger skimming your skin, coming to pinch at your nipple through the cloth. You squeezed your thighs together to alleviate the pressure, making him groan softly. He dipped his fingers underneath your top, squeezing at both nipples under the fabric.

“Mmm… Reiner.” you sighed, jumping as the cabana door creaked in the background. He made it look like he was rubbing more sunscreen at your back, your friend coming out with the floatie.

“That took forever. I’m so sorry!” she apologized, Reiner closing the sunscreen bottle to toss it to her.

“It’s no problem, don’t worry about it.” you smiled, and she set the floatie down. “Your dad helped me with the sunscreen, but I can do yours if needed.” turning to face her, she shook her head yes, and Reiner excused himself to the bathroom, awkwardly shuffling away.

You motioned her over, biting your lip at what just happened. The teasing game was on, Reiner had no excuse as he started it. Squeezing the tube, you applied sunscreen to her back, lost in thoughts of Reiner and what you’d do to him.

Game on, now it was your move.

He knew you were staring at him like he was to you. He knew you saw him in a way as more than your friend’s dad. He knew.

That night at dinner, you decided to move past him in a tight corridor, pressing your chest against him. “Sorry,” you murmured, “ ‘s tight squeeze.” you bit the inside of your cheek as his breath hitched, walking off with a small smirk.

Reiner came to sit at the table later than you and your friend did, excusing himself due to having to use the bathroom.

You eyed him knowingly, eating your dinner in silence.

He cleared his throat, speaking up. “We’re going to dinner next week with my boss. Hopefully you girls packed some nice clothes.”

Your friend nodded, and you smiled. “We did, just in case.” chewing, you hummed, you did pack nicer clothes… but you’d have to go shopping, your dress was nowhere near the level it needed to be.

Before going to bed, Reiner knocked at your door like he did the week before. “It’s open.” you sing-songed, He opened the door, clad in pajama pants that hung low on his hips, showing the v line that ran down him. Even being in his early forties he was toned with muscle, shoulders broad. He was thick, built like a tree.

“Need anything?” his voice was low, and you shook your head.

“Thanks though,” you paused, saying the next words under your breath. “Daddy.”

His lips twitched, eyebrows arching. “Alright. Don’t hesitate to ask me.” he shut the door behind him, and you swallowed thickly. He had to hear it, the twitch in his lips showed he did. You had to stop the teasing by dinner next week, you don’t know if you could take it for much longer than that.

“What do you think?” you stepped out of the dressing room, the tight dress hugging every curve of your body.

“You look great, if there are any hot guys at the restaurant they're sure to see you.” your friend smiled, and you nodded. There definitely was a hot guy at the restaurant, and your dress was sure to help push him to the breaking point.

“Great, I’ll get it then.” you hummed, moving closer to her so she could unzip it for you. Changing back into your everyday clothes,  you checked the dress out, thoughts swirling in your head.

⚜

Your heels clicked on the floor, hands fiddling with your dress material. Checking yourself in the mirror, you took a deep breath, relaxing your shoulders, deciding to go out of the bathroom.

“Hey! Dad’s waiting for us at the table, I’ll show you where it is.” she chirped, grabbing your hand.  Guiding you to the table you saw Reiner and an older blonde man, faced adorned with a scruffy beard and glasses.

“This is my boss, Zeke. Zeke, this is my daughters friend.” Reiner said, and you introduced yourself, sticking your hand out. Zeke shook it, giving you a once over.

“Nice dress.”

“Thank you.” you smirked, leaning over to sit in your chair. The sides of Reiners lips twitched as you leaned over, cleavage on display. Acting like you didn’t see, you sat down in your chair next to your friend, Reiner sitting next to Zeke.

“You guys on summer break or something?” Zeke asked, pulling his lip between his teeth, checking your friend out discreetly.

“Yeah,” she hummed, biting her lip softly.

Reiner looked straight at you, eyes dark with his arms crossed. “They have another two weeks here.” he added, your skin erupting with goosebumps at the low tone of his voice.

He knew what you were doing, and it seemed that he was being strung up right along with your plan. “Honestly, I was thinking of staying here for a bit longer.” you shrugged, looking right back at him. “My parents live across the country, and I can’t afford a plane ticket to go see them, plus I don’t want to go home yet.”

Your friend looked at you, raising her eyebrows. “You do?” she asked happily. You nodded in response, trying to graze how Reiner would react. His expression was blank, but his jaw flexed, making your eyes dart to the side.

Truth be told, you weren’t super happy about having to stay at your friend’s house with her father when you first got the news. It would be awkward, you’d never met, and here his daughter had her friend staying at her house when they’re grown adults? The thought made you cringe, you had only seen one picture of him where he was wearing sunglasses, doing a normal dad pose. “Such a fun summer.” you thought sarcastically. But now here you are, willing to stay for a couple more weeks all because of your friend's hot dad.

You took a sip of your water, Zeke continued chatting with your friend, making her giggle. This night could go two ways, your friend would either be a) hooking up with her dad’s boss, or b) eventually hooking up with her dad's boss.

The tension between you and Reiner was thick, the air felt suffocating as he bore holes into you, and you took another sip of your water, hoping to quench the sudden dryness in your throat.

“What would you all like to start out with?” the waiter asked, snapping you out of your haze, and Zeke and your friend out of their conversation.

You all ordered, Zeke and Reiner both got beer, which surprised you due to their fancy attire and the restaurant Zeke took you to. They both got expensive dishes, which didn't surprise you. Speaking up, you spoke out your order, one of the cheapest items on the menu, making Reiner look at you with furrowed brows.

“You know I’m paying for this, right?” he crossed his arms, face deadpan.

“No, you’re not. I’ll stick with that, please.” you looked at the waiter, and Reiner spoke up.

Reiner must've heard you contemplating between the two dishes you wanted to order, one was much more expensive than the other, and you didn’t want to spend all of Zeke’s (or your, depending on who’s paying) money. He ordered what you wanted, giving the menus back to the waiter. “I’m paying for it.” he huffed, and that was final.

During dinner, you managed to drop your fork on the floor, Reiner brushing his hand on yours as you both reached down to get it. You gave him a lopsided smile, pulling the fork up. Brushing your hand on the fabric of your dress, Reiner going back to eat quietly.

Your friend continued to chat with Zeke, and it seemed he enjoyed the attention, his eyes skimming over her body as he licked his bottom lip.

Sighing, you put your hand on your cheek. The teasing games continued, Reiner failed to do anything, and although you were confident, you didn’t want to press past the boundary. Would this ever have a conclusion?

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern etching into his features.

“Mm.” you thought about what to say, deciding to leave it vague. “It’s nothing, just some stuff has been happening recently.”

“Stuff?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Yeah. Stuff.” you cut into your food, taking a bite. Reiner took that as a signal to leave the subject alone, although you could tell it was bothering him by the minute. ‘Would he ask you about it again?’ was the main priority of your thoughts. There was nothing wrong with teasing and leaving things vague, but you had an ache only he could fill. The fire in your loins burned only for him, and his teasing act only set it more ablaze.

Excusing yourself to go to the bathroom, you took a breather to calm yourself down.

⚜

Reiner did absolutely nothing, your disappointment was evident on your face as you left the restaurant. Your friend lucked out though, she would be going to see Zeke on one of the following days, saying “sorry to leave you alone with my dad but…”. You already knew it was coming, she had been luckier than you, she had scored while you didn’t.

“You look great.” she wore a tight fitting top and some jeans, the date seemingly more casual than the restaurant he took all of you to. It had been a few days since going out, the air tense around you and Reiner, your friend oblivious through it all.

“Thank you!” she said cheerily, grabbing some jewelry to place on herself. Admittedly, you were jealous. Your fire hasn’t died down in the couple days filled with tension. Zeke was attractive, but he wasn’t the man you desired.

Whenever you would see Reiner, you’d walk the other way or right past him with a blank expression and no words coming out of your mouth. His face was firm, almost in a scowl. It’s his fault you were upset, and he knew it. You wondered if he internally cursed himself for not acting upon his needs, he sure seemed upset, but of course only for you to see.

Dinner was an obstacle you had to overcome, your answers were short and sweet instead of chatty and defined like they usually were. It was amazing how your friend stayed oblivious to it all, but you guess there’s other pressing matters taking over her thoughts. Maybe going back home wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

“I’ll call you after.” she winked at you, grabbing your keys due to you allowing her to use your car.

“Have fun! Be safe, make sure he wears a condom.” you singsonged, smiling as she shut the door behind her.

Making your way to your room to sulk about how your life was, you were stopped by Reiner.

“What do you want?” your brows furrowed as he placed a hand on your shoulder. Your lips morphed into an angry, thin line.

Reiner was silent, only speaking when you went to remove his hand and move past him. “I’m sorry.” he said quietly.

“Sorry for what? You have nothing to be sorry about.” you turned your head, biting your lip to stop you from saying anything else.

“I’m sorry for the way I’ve treated you lately. Let me make it up to you. I know the perfect spot on the beach.” his voice was barely a whisper, his eyes desperate and pleading.

“I don’t know.” you bit your lip harder, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.

He squeezed your shoulder, pleading with you once again.

“Fine.” you murmured, his grip on your shoulder releasing. Making your way upstairs, you mentally picked out your outfit. Knowing Reiner and his wealth, you’d most likely be going to some upscale seafood restaurant. Once you were finished, you padded downstairs, Reiner was clad in a long sleeved button up, jeans, and a nice belt.

“You look pretty.” his hands shifted in his pockets awkwardly, his loose fitting shirt tucked in his pants.

“Thanks.” you were just as awkward, sweat resting on your brow.

He grabbed his keys, opening the front door.

⚜

Reiner took you to a restaurant on the beach, sitting next to you on one of the stools they set on the wooden dock. Reiner ordered a beer as always, giving you time to look over the menu and see what you want. You ordered a virgin strawberry margarita, hoping for the sweetness to help jolt your nerves back to their normal state.

“Thank you.” you grabbed the drink, taking a sip. Reiner was looking at you in silence, his adams apple bobbing in his throat. “What?” you asked, staring back at him.

He cleared his throat, “Nothing.” you furrowed your brows in response, and he spoke again. “I don't deserve this.” he sighed, looking at his beer.

“Reiner.” you spoke softly, any anger you still held dissipating. “You’ve been single for a long time. You’re handsome, smart, kind. You deserve a lot more than you think.” your hand came to clasp his, his shoulders relaxing in response. He looked at you once more.

“Thank you.” his fingers twitched under your hand, a small smile playing on his lips.

You smiled in return, picking what you wanted from the menu. Reiner ordered for both of you, the dinner consisting of small talk with each other and the staff.

Reiner held your hand in his as you walked off the dock and onto the beach. He pulled you in close, hands finding your waist, swaying you to the music from the restaurant.

“You like Weezer, huh?” you smiled when he hummed along to the song, your words causing him to stop and chuckle.

“How’d you know?” his voice was low as he swayed you. “Thought they were a little old for a girl your age.”

“I’m not that young.” you rolled your eyes, smiling. “Or are you just old, old man?”

He pulled you in closer, angling his head down to press his lips firmly into yours. Your hands flew to pull at the collar of his shirt, reciprocating his kiss. Finally, after all the buildup he laid a hand on you. His lips were slightly chapped, tongue playing at the seam of your lips. You opened your mouth, lifting one of your hands to play with the soft hair on the back of his head.

“Let’s go find somewhere more private. People are staring.” you breathed the words once you pulled away, the customers on the dock peeking over their shoulders to look at you.

Reiner nodded, pulling away to fit his hand in yours. You walked along the beach, the waves splashing calmly along the shore. Breathing in the salty air, you set your head on Reiner’s shoulder, him humming as you did so.

There was shouting in the distance, college students surrounding a fire pit, chugging down alcoholic drinks. They played music on a radio, contrasting against the live music on the dock earlier.

Reiner pulled you off to the side, a more secluded area where you could still hear the music blaring. He wasted no time in kissing you, lips pressing fervently onto yours. Your body went slack against his as his hands traveled down your back to grope at your ass. Wrapping your arm around his shoulder, you pressed on the back of his neck with your hand, inviting him closer.

He grunted, picking your leg up to situate it at his hip so he could grind into you. Reiner’s hand squeezed at the fleshy orb of your ass, the other one holding your leg so you could remain balanced. Your dress bunched around your thighs, the flowy material thin and easy to take off if he so chooses. He ground his erection against your clothed clit, making you moan softly at the feeling.

“Let’s go,” you whispered as the music got closer, the group’s voices becoming louder and louder. Grabbing Reiner’s wrist, you ducked into some sort of stall, seemingly a changing room. Reiner pushed your chest into the wall, angling you so he could grind his erection between the dip of your ass just right.You felt yourself becoming wetter at the action, hands finding purchase on the bar in front of you.

“Take off your dress.” Reiner growled, working on unbuckling his belt. You took off your dress, the swimsuit you had bought just for him underneath. You could hear the questioning “hm?”  in his throat, and you turned around to look at him.

“Just in case.” you winked, moving back around, your arms untying your bathing suit top. Reiner’s pants fell to the floor with a dull noise, buttons being unbuttoned behind you. You turned around again to see him in his boxers, the hard imprint of his cock straining against the material. Christ, he was big, your mouth watered at the thought of him.

He pulled your bottoms down, snapping you out of your thoughts. His boxers followed suit, your heart raced at the sight of his cock bobbing against his stomach. It was even bigger than you thought, long and thick around the middle, head tinted a beautiful pink. Reiner sank to his knees to get a look at you, murmuring a “Fuck, you’re so beautiful baby.”

You whimpered in response, moving to get him closer to you. His fingers brushed along your slit, gathering the wetness. He opened you up delicately, staring at your clenching hole, finger teasing around it. “So pretty.” he spoke again, words quiet but going noticed. Your breath hitched in your throat as his finger was replaced by his tongue, he poked and prodded your hole, the fleshy muscle bringing delicate tears to your eyes.

Reiner lapped at your folds, moving on to circle your clit before tonguing it. Your wetness started to drip down your inner thighs, no doubt covering his chin and beard. He continued tonguing at your clit, pushing two fingers into you, groaning at the tightness around his fingers. Reiner rubbed his fingers against the spongy spot inside of you, making you moan.

The pace of his fingers picked up, tongue still working at your clit. The coarse feeling of his beard hair helped send you over the edge, cumming all over his mouth and chin with a soft cry of his name.

Reiner’s cock throbbed, twitching as he moved to stand on his feet again. His knees were sore, but he positioned himself along your slit.

“I’m on birth control.” you spoke before he entered you, “I’m assuming you’re clean?”

“Yeah.” He lined himself up, voice low as he pushed in, groaning.

You winced, body tensing. He was so big, you felt so full of him. “Oh f-fuck.” gasping, he stopped, letting you adjust to him. Once you gave him the okay, Reiner pushed further in, groaning as he bottomed out. His cockhead nustled against your cervix, making you squeeze your eyes shut, your heart throbbing in your chest.

“Fuck you’re tight.” he moaned, thrusting into you slowly. His hands grabbed your hips, and you squeezed him tighter in return.

“You can go faster…” you paused, whining as he pressed into the special spot that made you see stars.

Reiner squeezed your hips tighter, pistoning his hips into yours. Every groan, grunt, and moan of his had the knot in your stomach tightening. “Fuck daddy!” you whimpered as his hands found your clit, a feral growl leaving his mouth.

“Say it again.” his cockhead pressed that special spot again, and you cried out.

“Yes, daddy.” you bit your lip, and he pulled out to grab his belt. He looped it, hitting the flesh of your ass.

“Louder.” He slowed his pace.

“Oh my g-god daddy.” you moaned louder, lip quivering.

“Louder.” he hit your ass again, making you moan in pain.

“‘s good daddy! S-so good.”

Reiner dropped the belt ,instead choosing to return to his original pace. He dug his fingers into your hips, no doubt leaving bruises. You could already feel yourself getting sore, Reiner pummeling your cervix in just the right way. With a flick of his finger on your clit, and a press into your g-spot, you came hard.

“Jesus christ baby.” he groaned, falling onto you to cage you into the wall. With one final thrust and a twitch of his hips he spurt white ropes of cum into you. Reiner pulled out slowly, breath hitching as his cum slowly dripped out of you.

After a few moments he got up, moving to go clean himself up in the ocean. You sunk to the floor, legs heavy and jelly like.

“You okay? I didn’t go too hard on you did I?” he knelt down, stroking your cheek with his knuckle. Smiling woozily, you shook your head, making Reiner smile softly. He helped you up, picking you up to carry you bridal style.

“Thanks daddy.” you nuzzled into his chest, the heat radiating off of him making your whole body feel warm against the cold water he dipped you in.

Reiner washed you and himself off, stroking your hair softly. Once he was done, he got you both dressed, putting you into the passenger seat of his car where you promptly fell asleep.

⚜

Waking up in the morning was uncomfortable to say the least, you were sore, wincing as you got up to go downstairs to eat breakfast

“Look who's finally up.” Reiner teased, setting a plate of breakfast next to his.

“What time is it?” you said groggily, smiling when he placed a kiss on your lips. The action made your heart flutter, proving it wasn’t just a hookup.

“Ten thirty.” he handed you a cup of coffee, and you sipped the warm liquid, happy for a chance to pep up. “You feeling okay?” he spoke again, sitting down.

“Just a little sore.” speaking softly, you smiled around the bit of mug in your lips. “Thank you.”

“Take it easy today.” Reiner pat the top of your head, the knob of the front door jiggling. Your friend stepped through the door, hanging your keys on the hook.

“G’morning guys.” she smiled happily, Reiner taking his hand away from your head.

“How’d the date go?” you chewed on your food, looking over at her.

“Great! How’d it go here?” she pulled a chair out by you, head resting in her hands.

“Good.” Reiner piped up, taking a sip of his coffee. “We didn’t really do much, just went to the beach.”

You looked over at him, then your friend, and nodded, staying silent.

“I’m glad you guys had fun! Let’s go hit up some shops on the boardwalk today.” she smiled again, making you groan internally, but you agreed anyway.

Over the next few weeks your relationship with Reiner progressed, he’d take you anywhere he could, the couch, his bed, the shower, the kitchen counter, anywhere.

You still hadn’t told your best friend, having no idea how. One day you knocked on her door, too guilty of holding it in to do so any longer.

“Hey… I need to tell you something.” you gulped quietly, the pit in your stomach sinking.

“You’re in love and sleeping with my dad?” she hummed, flipping her magazine page without looking up.

“How-how’d you know…” she pat her bed, motioning for you to sit down.

“Well you're my best friend, and he’s my dad. I could tell.”

“Are you mad?” your voice was small, nervous, and she shook her head.

“I was shocked more than anything, why would you be into my dad?” she spoke, flipping another page. “My dad’s been happier than he has been in a long time, I’m not going to ruin it for him.” your tears were hot against your cheeks, and she looked up, moving the magazine to hug you.

“Thank you for understanding.” you sniffled, feeling her smile against your cheek.

“Of course, now stop hiding it. It’s nice to see my dad smile for once.” she wagged her finger in front of your face teasingly, making you giggle.

After a couple of hours, you went to tell Reiner. “She knows,” you said as you popped your head into his room, body following suit. Reiner opened his mouth to speak, closed it, then opened it again.

“Well…” he spoke softly, looking at his laptop. “She’s not upset?” you shook your head, going to sit next to him. “Great then.” he kissed the crown of your head softly, breathing in your shampoo.

Summer ended as quickly as it came, tears were shed from your friend having to leave her father and Zeke.

“It’s okay, we can see them next break.” you pat her shoulder softly, trying to comfort her.

You had exchanged goodbyes with Reiner in private, giving him enough kisses to last a lifetime. If your birth control was acting up, you were sure to get pregnant after the night you spent with him.

Before you left, he gave you a couple gifts to remember him by, a locket, a bracelet with initial charms, and a small ring which he said he’d replace someday. You hugged him tightly, sighing into his shoulder about how you’d miss him, you were almost done with college, and you’d be seeing him soon.

“I know. Hit the road. She’s already waiting for you in the car.” he gave you one last burning kiss before sending you on your way.

Hopping in the passenger's seat, you looked out the window to see him waving bye with a smile on his face. You waved back, watching as his figure got smaller and smaller as you left the neighborhood.

You were glad you hadn’t said no to your friends offer, now you had a story to tell, and a lifetime of love (and great dick) to look forward to.

This was definitely a summer to remember.

[blissfulalchemist]

HEADCANONS FULL CLEAR FOR LANCE THEN SINCE WE'RE RUINING MY INBOX

HERE TAKE YOUR GRADE A CAGE FREE RAISED DILF ASH! I love you still Ash! 

⌛ for an alternate universe headcanon

AU where the cult never happens Lance gets to be a wonderful grandfather and rekindles his romance with Dr. Joan Roberts! They all live happily ever after until he’s old and grey and watching a sunset in the Whitetails.

💄 for an appearance headcanon

Did Lance ever actually start going bald prompting him to just shave his hair really short? You’ll never know because he will never tell you. In all reality he always shaved his hair pretty short once he turned 40 so he really hasn’t noticed if it happened yet.

👽 for a beliefs headcanon

He still has a slight mistrust of technology because he thinks something like the Terminator or I, Robot will happen one day. He still really hopes its after he’s dead.

👩‍👩‍👧 for a childhood headcanon

Lance still has mixtapes from his youth along with records all in pretty pristine condition (Wheaty is required to remain 100ft from the collection as per the social restraining order). During game events he does sacrifice a few of them in order to pass information off to the militia. So Chance will have tapes titled “Songs for Cow Tipping ‘84″ or “Stargazing June 14th”. Chance does believe that these are all secret codes they aren’t just something to keep them inconspicuous.

🔥 for a dislikes headcanon

Lance hates diner food as that was his main source of a meal since the age of ten and was finally able to reach the stove and counters with ease. You take him to one though he will suffer with a smile on his face though.

🧦 for a domestic headcanon

Lance gets a house in the Valley once initially earning John’s trust and respect. It belonged to someone he most likely knew in passing but he keeps everything where it was when he got there. Anything that he moved out to make room for his things are packed away neatly into boxes and stored in the attic. He deep cleans the house every other week.

😢 for an emotions headcanon

Lance is actually pretty in touch with his emotions, but he understands that there’s a time and place for them. He says it was all the parenting books he read over the years to connect with his daughter Sage. Many of the ones he found most helpful were geared towards women so there was a lot of introspection happening, it also helped that his mother encouraged him to cry and be vulnerable until he started to go to school and learned how to be a real man.

👗 for a fashion headcanon

Lance buys a good amount of clothes from places like Walmart and Target, so the shirts never quite fit right (but who’s gonna complain if they’re a bit tight?). He spends a little more on jeans but he needs those to last longer. 

👻 for a fear headcanon

Lance feared the dark once coming back from his tours so spent many nights awake. He still took to his wood whittling and produced enough figurines that he just gave them away to anyone he simply passed by. 

🍕 for a food headcanon

Lance can’t actually cook very many things. He can grill, make pasta of different varieties (though nothing fancy), and a great sandwich (the most popular being PB&Js)

�� for a friendship headcanon

He and Eli got close once working together on some of the bunkers in Eden’s Gate. He hated having to go through with killing him despite that being what Eli entrusted him to do. No one else. If Jacob wanted him dead then he wanted Lance to kill him.

🎭 for a hobby headcanon

Lance loves to work on cars and would have been a mechanic in the county if there weren’t already like 3 mechanics per person in the county by the time he moved up there. He has a dream of building a classic car from scratch still.

🕎 for a holiday headcanon

His favorite holidays were the ones where Sage got to visit him in Hope County. Fourth of July became his favorite as that was the one Sage came to the most.

🏡 for a house headcanon

Lance bought a house that had a big enough garage to work on cars along with his wood work. The wood work takes up the most space though.

💕 for a love headcanon

Lance didn’t and still doesn’t believe that he’ll ever find someone to spend his golden years with. He screwed things up with his ex-wife and has a feeling he’ll do it again. Joining Eden’s Gate didn’t help in his prospects to say the least.

🎻 for a music headcanon

Lance will never have a digital music player. So long as tape devices work he will use his mix tapes to listen to his favorite music. Most of his music taste lands in the punk, hair metal, and just guitar heavy rock songs. 

👀 for a personality headcanon

Lance is someone that has such a rough looking exterior that it made him have some authority in the military, truth is though he’s just not as cold as he can appear on first glance.

⛄ for a seasonal headcanon

Lance loves the snow and winter is his favorite season. He’d have moved to Alaska if he didn’t want to be close to Sage. Yes his wardrobe did make him look like a cheesy christmas movie lead in his younger years.

👩‍🌾 for a work headcanon

Being a park ranger was never in the plan, if he was able he would have taken on more of a role at a VA center to help with other vets that had PTSD. Sadly the most he can do with that is volunteer and well the bills have to be paid.

[icharchivist]

Also I feel like the Dragon Knights are all made to appeal to certain demographics. Lancelot is the twink of the group, Percival is basically a male tsundere, Vane is the beefy dude and Sieg is definitely for the DILF hunters. I've seen people say that they're basically the love interests in an otome game and it's almost sad that I can't even deny it.

omg yeah

like i do think originally it was a bit accidental? But the first event attracted a huge female fanbase and it only got worse when they added Percival (who was the character who was picked the most by suptix for a long, long time, and had a major female following sef shipping with him. Which is why there's a lot of romantic coding in his holidays lines the further down the year you go - they saw who was paying for him and they went "okay we can cater to that")

It still cracks me up because in the first event you can feel that they're a bit trying their more traditional formula back then - Lancelot doesn't look too far off from characters like Albert, Siegfried's original design could be associated to chara like Seruel (i mean all in the old timey characters), and tbh i do feel like Vane is more of the exception (we've had a lot of beefy with draph men but beefy humans are rarer to come by). And they had them alongside Sophia the sweet healer girl with her ass out and Isabella the dark sorceress for people who are into that. The very first event feels like it was evening it out and not too unlike event like the Irestill saga.

But the fact not only it attracted generally a really huge female fanbase (which is what Lunalu was a response to - and that's why one of Lunalu's first content was her crossfate with Siegfried where he praised her for her passion and encouraged her for it), but they turned out to be big whales. And well. A good gacha knows to take good care of their whales.

So then they just had to polish the characters even more in that vibe as it went on, all of them fitting even more of this archetype, and tadaa. And tbh this is also why there's barely been any female characters in the kishi saga ever since the second event (not really counting the Wales’s mom), aside from the one in Siegfried's event which was mostly here for the tragic backstory anyway, and Florence which is only because she was introduced before the saga really took off actually, via Gawain's wind FE. Like clear "listen we know you're here for the pretty boys, here they are. Sorry people-who-likes-women-only this is not for you"

and they are indeed called often "coming out of an otome game" (Percival's 5th year bday line is downright into that territory that bastard), they're also often called the boysband, or the fanservice squad, all that jazz. This is also why the dudebros's types of guy who want everything to cater to them hate them so much and would be vocal against them anytime they get some content (because they're just "women bait with their silly romantic interest toward them", which i don't want to hear from a man who's likes on twitter is full of porn from the ladies of granblue and yet i see ways too much.)

But yeah, I do think honestly it's a thing we *could* extend to many of the male characters of the saga but it just so happens that since they are the most popular/have an event every year for 8 years now without counting their appearance in others media, and the fact their fanbase brings a LOT of money to cygames, they will get used for pandering. Percival being the worst of them in term of how far they're willing to go with the romantic subtext (no this is not me being biased there's a chart out there i can't find again where people have sorted the guys in how they show their feelings for White days on a "romantic" scale and Percival and Eustace were breaking the charts).

so i don't know how much the original three were /made/ for it or expecting it to blow up this way but they sure as well completely embraced it and rolled with it and decided to feed us with it.

and I for one completely embrace that. It's nice when fanservice is actually serviceable and since it comes with really amazing stories anyway, this is all cool.

[seven-oomen]

The way I tend to be | The DILF Club

Happy Holidays to everyone! Have some delicious smut or our favorite DILFS, there's even some plot in this! Hope you like it because I have a universe thought out for this and if it does well, I'll share more!

It wasn’t doing as well on Ao3 as I was hoping for and I’m curious to see if it’ll do better here. If you enjoy it, please reblog, like, and/or comment on it. This is also a test to see if people still reblog fanfiction from me and if Once Upon a Time would do well on Tumblr. Which is my longest and most elaborate fanfic to date.

Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Sheriff Stilinski, Chris Argent/Peter Hale, Chris Argent/Sheriff Stilinski, Peter Hale/Sheriff Stilinski Characters: Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Sheriff Stilinski Additional Tags: Sheriff Stilinski's Name is Noah, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Cabin Fic, trans chris argent, Bisexual Peter Hale, Alpha Peter Hale, Trans Male Character, Bisexual Sheriff Stilinski, Bisexual Chris Argent, Double Vaginal Penetration, Double Penetration, Breeding, Creampie, Unprotected Sex Series: Part 1 of The way I tend to be

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Fate could be a very cruel mistress when she wanted to be. And often she came together with a little vicious thing called irony.

The last year had been crazy. He discovered werewolves, banshees, wendigos, and werecoyotes were real, and so was whatever Kira was supposed to be. Chris Argent, Allison’s father and Isaac’s foster father, turned out to be a hunter, and the little bane of his existence during his career as a deputy, a certain Peter Hale, turned out to be a werewolf. As was Peter’s nephew Derek and his niece Cora. He still couldn’t completely wrap his head around that one.

They’d fought together, protected the town together, and now protected their children together.

That didn’t always go well, of course. One of them was a hunter, the other a werewolf, and somehow he always found himself right in between the other two trying to break up their fights.

A lot, and a lot of therapy for all three of them, had fixed that for the most part.

Still, there were times when he really wished he could duct tape Peter to the ceiling, mostly because the man was still a delinquent with a golden tongue, but mostly just because he was annoying. At least the werewolf was now firmly on their side and had proven that by nearly dying for both the other adults and all of the kids on multiple occasions. He’d really turned a new leaf. Still annoying as fuck, don’t get him wrong. But at least not reprehensible.

It was Peter’s new loyalty and Chris’s new code that had led him to go along with them on this particular mission. A mission to find a lone werewolf kid causing trouble around Mount Shasta. Since it was only two hours from Beacon Hills, he’d agreed to go over with the other two.

Their cover?

They were the chaperons on a school field trip to go skiing on the mountain for a week. Which had been the luckiest of coincidences in the history of coincidences but he’d take it. And since Stiles, Mikey, Malia, Jackson, Isaac, and Allison were all going, well, the rest of that was history.

“Peter, I swear to god if I find your socks anywhere near my bed again I will throw you through this window myself!” Chris snapped, holding up a pair of light blue socks with pink flamingos on them.

Ah. So that’s where his socks had gone off too. He was wondering where’d he left them.

“Those aren’t mine!” Peter bit back, looking so insulted at the mere idea of having to wear said socks that he couldn’t help but be offended at his offense. “I would never wear those monstrosities!”

“Right, I just keep finding random people’s socks in my bed for the last three days…” Chris growled, “You expect me to believe that?”

He bit his lip, wondering if he should admit to being the culprit. Since he was the only other person who had a bed in this room he figured Chris would draw that conclusion as well. But apparently, the hunter really hadn’t considered it.

The werewolf cocked his head to the left and sneered. “I’m not the only one who has a bed here beside you.”

Those fierce blue eyes turned to him and he couldn’t help but smile awkwardly at the both of them. “Yeah, those are mine.”

Peter smirked triumphantly at Chris, his eyebrows raised in a clear; I told you so.

To his credit, Chris pursed his lips and wordlessly handed him the bunched up socks of the last few days. His silver-blue eyes lingering with something that wasn’t quite a glare, but the man wasn’t exactly happy with him either.

“Thank you.” He quickly put his runaway socks into his duffel bag and straightened out the covers on his bed to keep himself busy.

“You owe me an apology, Christopher…” Peter’s voice sang through the room and a glance found the hunter glaring back at the wolf.

“I’m sorry for blaming you immediately.” Chris sighed, straightening out his own bed before checking the equipment in his backpack.

“Thank you,” Peter turned back to him and stared at him rather expectantly. “Noah?”

He had to admit he felt a little bit guilty for what had happened. He sighed softly as he shoved his water bottle, his sleeping bag, and some provisions into his backpack, looking up at the wolf sheepishly. “I’m sorry Peter, I’ll uh-” His eyes flicked to an expectant looking Chris, “I’ll keep a better eye on my socks and speak up when you’re blamed again.”

The wolf smiled mischievously at his apology, his eyes flicking from Chris to himself for a brief moment. “Thank you, now we really need to talk about your fashion choices, because those socks-”

Chris’s laughter followed him out of the room as he grabbed his packed bag and his orange ski jacket and headed out the door.

-

The trek up the mountain was not an easy one and they only had until nightfall to explore the area. He pulled the black beanie further over his ears and his gloves on a little tighter and looked over his shoulder.

Chris walked ahead of him, his blue ski jacket standing out against the white snow, a red beanie pulled over his ears to keep him warm.

Peter brought up the rear, his red ski jacket and brown beanie complementing one another in a rather surprising way. But if anyone could pull it off, he supposed it was the wolf.

They pushed through the snow and the wind, hoisting backpacks up higher and threading on while trying to find one lonely werewolf kid who needed their help. The wind started picking up as the hours progressed and once the snow started coming down and whipped around them, he realized that they weren’t going to be able to get back any time soon.

With their sight blocked off by the sudden incoming storm and nowhere to huddle they had no other choice but to walk on. He could no longer see where he was walking, only saw the bright blue of Chris’s ski jacket in front of him and before he knew it, he was face down in the snow and heard someone yelling his name.

“Noah!”

Someone picked him up and he felt two gloved hands cup his face. It took him a moment to register that it was Peter who picked him up and was currently cradling his face. He wasn’t sure how the concerned look on Peter’s face made him feel.

It wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling, but it was one he hadn’t been expecting. It was warm and tingly. Peter’s blue eyes made him think of the ocean and moonlit beaches with a soft breeze and the soft calls of whales in the background-

“Noah… Are you still on this planet?”

Peter’s words pulled him out of his thoughts. “What?”

The wolf frowned at him and gently patted him over his body to check him for injuries. He swatted at the wolf’s hands to put a stop to it and pursed his lips. “I’m fine, but we need to get out of the cold.”

Peter raised an eyebrow but nodded in agreement, turning back to Chris who had come towards them. “We need to get out of this wind, find shelter!”

“I know!” Chris yelled back, trying to carry his voice over the roar of the wind. “I think I saw a cabin up ahead!”

Chris looped his arm over his left while Peter looped his through his right and together they started tracking up the slope. The silhouette of the cabin quickly came closer with every step and they quickly headed over. They had to let go of each other to walk up the porch and Chris tested the door. It was locked, of course.

“Shit.” Chris muttered, “Look around for a key, usually-”

He started looking under several pots next to the door and found a key under the second one. Though a loud bang told him that they would no longer need a key.

“Or we could kick in the door…” Chris sighed while Peter held the door open for them to let them in.

Chris went in first, drawing his gun from inside his jacket as he checked the cabin room for room. He followed after the hunter, trying to suppress his hands from shaking and his body from shivering as the cold started to set in around him. Some snow had gotten into his jacket when he’d face-planted into the ground and it was creating a wet spot on his clothes as his body heat caused it to melt. The water also cooled down his body, especially in these temperatures.

Peter brought up the rear once more, eyes glowing a bright red as he scanned their surroundings and scented the air. The wolf behind him relaxed after a few moments, closing the door behind him by propping a chair from the little kitchen under the handle so it stayed locked.

“Cabin’s empty.” Peter and Chris said in unison. They walked up to him, frowning as they noticed his shivering, though he was doing his best to suppress it. He felt Peter’s incredibly warm hand against his forehead and couldn’t help but lean into it. He wasn’t sure how hot Peter ran in general, but it was definitely a few degrees higher than Chris or himself. Right now, that was a very welcome feature of the werewolf.

“He’s colder than he should be,” Peter muttered, gently guiding him towards the large fireplace in the middle of the room. “Come on, let’s get you heated up.”

“Did his jacket rip?” Chris asked, looking around for paper, wood, and other items they could burn.

Peter patted him down, despite his best efforts to keep the wolf’s hands off him. Werewolf strength could be quite unfair and if he wasn’t so damn cold he would have complained about the little shit sitting him down and throwing his own red ski jacket over him.

“Doesn’t seem to be but the collar is all wet and against his skin, looks like snow got in.”

“Aren’t you gonna get cold?” He raised an eyebrow at the black sweater Peter was wearing but also pulled the jacket closer and breathed in the wolf’s scent.

“I run a hundred and two degrees on a normal day.” Peter smiled, his face illuminated by the first sparks of the fire that Chris got running. It gave him a warm… almost soft look.

“It’s a werewolf thing,” Chris added, “Their body heat is higher than ours, it protects them from hypothermia, aids in their immunity against disease as well. One of those unfair advantages.”

He chuckled in response, his shivering already dying down now that the heat from the fire picked up and he had an extra layer. “That so?”

Peter hummed in agreement. “As is our superior sense of fashion.”

“Even Derek?” He asked, earning a laugh from Chris.

Peter pursed his lips and squinted his eyes. “Derek’s the exception to that rule.”

A laugh escaped him as Peter sat down next to him, though the laugh died on his lips as he noticed the concerned look Peter was giving the fire. It sobered him up considerably, knowing what Peter had been through, how close he was now sitting to something that had hurt him so much.

“Are you okay?”

The softness of his voice must have drawn Chris’s attention as well as the hunter had turned to look at them, his brow furrowing as he watched Peter’s face carefully. “Peter?”

Chris sat down on his other side, keeping a close eye on Peter while pretending to stare at the fire. Still, he noticed how Chris’s hands twitched in his lap and his eyes kept flicking to the wolf.

For a moment it seemed like Peter was lost in thought, staring into the growing fire with widening eyes. He noticed the wolf’s breathing picking up and his shaking hands. He carefully reached out and laid his own hand on top of Peter’s, startling the other man.

“What?” Peter relaxed at his touch and leaned into him unconsciously. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. It’s just-”

His eyes flicked back to the fire.

He didn’t have to say it out loud.

“Yeah,” He pulled Peter’s jacket closer and pulled his legs up to minimize the loss of warmth. “We can turn it down if you need that.”

Chris frowned at those words, eyes flicking from him to Peter, before slowly nodding in agreement. “It wouldn’t be ideal, but if it’s hurting you-”

“No.” Peter quickly interrupted him. “No, I’m fine. And you both need the fire. I just- I might need a distraction.”

“Distraction?” Chris raised an eyebrow at the word, earning a smirk from Peter in the process.

“Yes, the dictionary defines it as a thing that prevents someone from concentrating on something else. Or do you need a clearer definition, Christopher?”

“You don’t have to be a dick about it, Peter…” Chris looked down at his hands and shrugged. “We all have our own demons we want to forget.”

Peter went a little quiet at that, staring down at his feet while he scooted closer to him. “You’re right, it’s just-” His eyes flicked back to the fire.

“I get it…” Chris’s smile was soft as the hunter reached behind him to lay a hand on Peter’s shoulder.

It was nice, to be wedged between the two younger men and feel their warmth seep through him. He let himself lean back against Chris’s arm and laid his head on Peter’s shoulder. It just felt like the right thing to do in that moment. “It’s okay.” He whispered.

Chris frowned as he noticed the color difference of his gray sweater and trailed a hand over it, stopping at the collar as he felt the dampness. His warm hand trailed down over his collarbone and down his chest until he hit a dry spot. “You’re half soaked, we need to get that sweater off you and get you in something dry.”

He looked down at his body and froze. He didn’t show his bare chest to anyone. Ever. Even while sharing a room with the other two, he’d always gone to the bathroom to change. There were certain things he didn’t want anyone else to know, his past being one of them.

If anyone understands, it would be these two.

A little voice in his head told him. Yeah, it was right and he knew that. But what if they’d look at him differently?

Chris handed him a dark green sweater from his bag, having dragged said bag over with his foot, and gently started lifting his shirt. The hunter stopped after an inch and raised an eyebrow.

He was asking for permission.

He slowly shook his head. “I’ll do it.” And gently peeled the half wet garment from him and over his head. Constantly aware of what his aging body looked like. At fifty-three his best days had passed. He wasn’t as muscled as Peter or as lean and strong as Chris. His chest had a softness to it from all the fast food he’d been eating and he was showing his age with little marks, freckles, and the scars from years of abuse. The most obvious one being the scar on his left shoulder.

He paused for a second, jumping a little when Chris’s hand hovered over the scar. Though the hunter pulled away quickly and looked like he might apologize. Though the words seemed to get stuck in his throat.

“What happened?” It was Peter who broke the silence.

He wasn’t sure what he could say, felt tears prickling in his eyes and for a moment he heard his father’s booming vague voice ringing through his ears. “My father happened, he uhm, I didn’t let him hurt my mother,” He sighed, “and he pushed me through our coffee table.”

“Jesus…” Peter whispered, gently squeezing his right shoulder in comfort.

“I’m sorry…” Chris muttered, rubbing his own scarred hands in discomfort.

“We all have our own demons… Right?” He shrugged and put Chris’s green sweater on, quickly figuring out that the fit would work but was on the tight side as the edges of his sleeves stopped a little too high on the wrist. It was also a little on the short side at the middle.

He sighed. “At least it’s dry.”

Peter bit his lip and looked like he was having great difficulty with keeping his laughter contained. “It doesn’t look that bad…”

Chris wasn’t as kind and snorted before trying to cover it up with a cough.

He glared at the younger man but smiled after a minute or two. “Thank you, Chris.”

Chris let his eyes roam down and grinned. “You’re welcome.”

He laid his head back on Peter’s shoulder and pulled Chris closer for his warmth.

“So neither of you is going to distract me then?”

He didn’t know why he found that statement so funny but he couldn’t help but laugh at the annoyance in Peter’s voice. He felt Chris smile against his shoulder as the hunter laid his head down on it for a second.

“How do you propose we do that, Peter?” The hunter lifted his head and leaned in just a bit, just inches away from Peter’s face.

The wolf answered Chris with a smirk. Gently putting a finger under Chris’s chin to pull him closer. “I have an idea, it’ll also keep you both warm.”

“Will it now?” Chris’s smooth deep voice send a shiver down his spine and made his cock twitch. He swallowed rather heavily in response.

God, he wanted Chris to command him in that voice, to tell him to take off his clothes and put his ass up in the air and-

“I think someone likes the sound of that voice…” Peter purred into his ear, the wolf laid a finger under his chin and lifted his head to face Chris.

“Do it again.”

He stared into Chris’s silver-blue eyes, warmth traveling down his body and stirring in his loins as the hunter smiled deviously.

“Hmm, what do you think sheriff ?” Chris purred the last word, he couldn’t help the little sound of desperation that escaped him. A sound that he echoed as Peter leaned in and gently nipped at his ear.

“I think he hates it.” Peter grinned against his cheek and slowly started nipping his way down his jaw and to his neck. “I think he might want us to stop.”

The wolf paused and he growled in response, reaching behind him to cup the back of Peter’s head and pull him back down. “Don’t you dare, Peter.”

Peter laughed in response and gently pulled him into his lap before continuing his lovely assault on his neck. He moaned happily and wiggled a little to get more comfortable and rub his ass against the growing bulge beneath him. Peter’s laugh dissolved into a moan.

Chris smirked at them, slowly trailing his hands up Noah’s thighs though he stopped just short of his groin, a silent question in his eyes. He nodded enthusiastically, too occupied to answer due to Peter biting the sensitive skin at the nape of his neck without breaking it. “Fuck me…”

Peter paused in his marking efforts, growling into his ear as he forced him to focus on Chris by grabbing a hold of his jaw. He felt Peter’s nails gently scratching his skin. “Oh, I think Christopher might have a better idea.”

Chris’s hand traveled up and cupped his cock through his pants, gently rubbing and stimulating the hardening member. He in turn squirmed in Peter’s lap and felt the Alpha’s clothed cock press against the cleft of his ass.

“Does he now?” He moaned softly.

Chris scooted closer and placed a leg on each side of his lap, sharing a passionate kiss with Peter before he turned his focus back on Noah. Chris pulled him up a little by the collar of his borrowed sweater and for a moment he thought the younger man would kiss him as well. Chris leaned in but stopped just short and smiled. “I’m gonna ride you both at the same time.”

As hot as that sounded, his brain short-circuited for a moment. He paused and blinked, cocking his head to the left as he tried to figure out how exactly that was going to work. “How is that gonna fit, we don’t have lube.”

Chris chuckled in response and gently lifted Noah’s hands to cup his ass. “You’re just gonna have to get me wet enough.”

Wet enough? He was missing something here. Not that he was complaining, Chris’s ass was phenomenal.

Peter took pity on him. “I think he doesn’t know. Maybe you should show him.”

The absolutely feral grin Chris gave him made his breath stutter.

“Let’s have some fun then.”

He felt Peter smile against his neck, the Alpha going back to his assault to suck a few more hickeys into the sensitive skin. That was gonna be a bitch to hide from Stiles, Mikey, and Liam but considering that every touch sent electricity through his body, he wasn’t going to complain much.

Chris opened his own pants but didn’t slip them down. Instead, he zipped down Noah’s and continued his teasing touch.

A soft squeaky moan escaped him as Chris’s hand rubbed him through the fabric and slowly massaged him to a throbbing erection. Peter in the meantime had started rubbing himself against his ass while continuing his assault on his neck and even his shoulders. He was gonna be bruised and sore by tomorrow, that was for sure.

“He’s pretty when he’s marked up,” Chris commented as he slipped his hand inside Noah’s underwear and wrapped a hand around his hard cock. The other man stroked it slowly, keeping his touch light and gentle as he worked from the sensitive head to the base, and then slipped him out of his restraining clothes as he worked himself back up.

“Pretty down there too…” The hunter remarked, smiling as he studied Noah’s cock for a moment, fingers tracing over the thick veins down to his balls.

Peter let out a delighted moan behind him, one that he echoed as the wolf made him grind down on while Peter thrust up. It was a goddamn shame they didn’t have any lube because he really wanted that thick cock to wreck his ass right then and there. But Chris clearly had a different plan.

The hunter guided one of his left hand from its place on Chris’s ass up to his own mouth, offering him his own fingers with a firm. “Suck on them, get them wet.”

Processing that command took him a second but he caught on quickly and started sucking on his index and middle finger. Bobbing his head up and down and swirling his tongue around the digits until they were coated in his own saliva.

Chris gently pulled Noah’s fingers free after a few moments and guided his hand down Chris’s pants. His mouth opening in a little ‘O’ when his fingers didn’t brush over a hard cock but instead found soft curls and a wet cunt. Oh, that made a whole lot of sense. His cock twitched excitedly and he couldn’t help but grin and lick his lips as he slowly started rubbing the soft folds and sensitive clit. Using his wet fingers as lube to ease his way.

Chris’s breath hitched as he circled the sensitive little nub and applied varying amounts of pressure. He enthusiastically met him for a passionate kiss, causing Peter to groan, followed by a desperate moan once the wolf caught on what they were doing.

He heard a zipper behind him opening and felt the brush of Peter’s hand against his ass. Knowing Peter, he was practically drooling while jerking himself off as he watched them make out.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Peter whispered.

Chris grinned against his lips and leaned back, watching both of them with a hungry leer. The hunter leaned back and pulled away much to his dismay. His wet hand dropped to his side and he held it up to get a quick taste of Chris. He felt Peter practically vibrate behind him as he let out a hungry moan.

Chris came back quickly with one of the sleeping bags, zipped it open and laid it out on the floor before he took off his pants and commanded him in that silky voice, “Lay down on your back.”

The command made him shiver and he scrambled quickly to do the hunter’s bidding. Laying down on the sleeping bag. He was rewarded for his quick action by a gentle blow on his cock and the hunter’s questioning gaze.

“Please…” He begged softly, squirming at Chris’s burning look. God, he wanted Chris to ride em like he stole em and talk dirty to him until his toes curled and he came screaming their names. Judging by the hungry smile the hunter sent him in return, his fantasy might just be fulfilled tonight.

“Please what, sheriff ?” The hunter’s voice vibrated through him and he noticed Peter shuddering as well. The wolf’s breath ragged and his cock leaking precum.

“Oh for the love of God, Chris if you don’t start sucking me off-” He moaned as Chris licked a path from his balls to the tip of his cock before deep throating him in one smooth move, effectively cutting him off.

The hunter hollowed his cheeks and slowly worked his way up, making his toes curl as warmth exploded through him, and his heart hammered in his chest.

He felt Peter settle, one knee on each side of his head, and looked up to see the wolf was offering him his own hard member. He smirked and lapped at the leaking head, moaning at the slightly bitter but not unpleasant taste.

“Turn your ass around Chris I want to taste you,” Peter growled.

Chris demonstrated just how flexible he could be by putting a leg on either side of him and raising his hips in the air without hitting him in the process, his lips never leaving their attention to his cock.

Peter’s appreciative moan had him shivering in response. He continued his worship of the wolf’s member with short licks to the head and worked his way down to the heavy balls, taking each in his mouth and rolled it around on his tongue before working his way back up.

He heard Chris moan, long and filthy above him, and watched as Peter’s enthusiastic licking, sucking, and tongue fucking of Chris’s cunt was met with equal enthusiasm as Chris fucked the wolf’s face. He felt the hunter’s legs contract and shudder after a few minutes, gasps escaping Chris as he came hard on Peter’s tongue. He even felt some fluid hit him on the chin as the hunter squirted his juices over them, much to his surprise and Peter’s delight.

“I hoped you could still do that.” The Alpha growled, playfully biting Chris’s ass without breaking the skin and slapping his other cheek.

Chris pulled away from them and took a few strides and deep breaths to come down from his high. Then grinned and swayed his hips as he walked back to them and smoothly straddled him.

“Oh, I can do far more than that.” The hunter chuckled. “What do you say?”

He groaned softly and quickly nodded his consent. “Please…”

Peter growled in response, red eyes glowing as he walked around them to sink behind Chris. “Why don’t you ride us, sweetheart?”

Chris smirked in return. Gently grabbing a hold of his cock and guiding him into the hunter’s tight wet heat. He nearly came on the spot but managed to hold back just enough by focusing on a spot on the ceiling and letting out a slow breath to ground himself while Chris slowly got used to his length and girth. He wasn’t the biggest or thickest guy, and thankfully neither was Peter or this was never gonna fit, but neither of them were exactly small either and Chris would need to adjust to each of them.

After a moment or two, the hunter slowly raised himself and moved his hips in slow, long strokes until he slid in and out easily and Chris could pick up some pace. His toes started curling and the warmth in his belly started pooling slowly, gradually building with each thrust and stroke until Chris pulled up enough to keep only the tip of his cock in.

He hadn’t even noticed Peter coming closer until the wolf aligned the head of his cock against his own as he slowly pushed the first few inches into Chris’s cunt beside him.

“Fuck…” He moaned, eyes rolling back into his head as Chris slowly sank on both of their cocks. They rubbed together in the tight wet heat of Chris’s cunt and he could feel every pulse, throb, and twitch coming from the wolf’s cock.

Chris paused once he had them both down halfway, his chest heaving with every breath and a large grin on his face. The hunter leaned over him, sinking himself further on Noah’s cock but forcing Peter’s further out. Chris then grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head, checking over his shoulder to see if Peter was on board, who grinned in return.

The moment Chris started moving, riding him like a prized stallion, Peter pushed his hips up every time Chris pushed down. Rubbing both their cocks together, lubed by Chris’s juices as the entire lengths met and rolled together with each thrust.

A string of moans and desperate little sounds left his throat as he surrendered to the warmth and feelings of pleasure that surged through him with every move. He felt it intensifying with each stroke, each move. Amplified by the wet sounds of Chris’s cunt and his little moans of pleasure, Peter’s growls and harder thrusts and by the twitching and throbbing of the wolf’s cock besides his own.

He managed to hold out for several minutes before his toes curled, his body convulsed and heat exploded in his loins. His cock twitched and pulsed as he came hard and in long spurts, while Chris continued to ride him and Peter continued to thrust in beside his twitching cock.

It didn’t take long for the wolf to let out a long moan and join him. Their cocks twitching and throbbing together as they came deep inside Chris and filled him with their cum. He felt Peter slump forward, held up by Chris as the wolf shuddered his last wave of ecstasy.

Chris continued to ride them, though the movement of his hips was greatly reduced due to Peter’s weight on his back. Milking them for every last drop they had. Only when they were spent and Peter was practically napping from exhaustion did he let them slip from him.

The hunter gently maneuvered Peter from his back to lay him down on Noah’s right, furthest away from the fire and rummaged through his own backpack for wet wipes to clean them up.

“Now that was a distraction.” Noah grinned, pleased when Chris winked at him.

It took a minute for Peter to come back to them with a dopey grin. Watching with interest as Chris did his best to clean them and himself from all traces of their fucking. Pouting a little as the hunter pushed out as much of their cum as he could and wiped it away.

“That’s a damn shame…” Peter muttered. “We tried so hard to breed you.”

Chris merely chuckled. “Wasn’t gonna work anyway, I’ve been on testosterone for sixteen years and have an IUD. The odds of you knocking me up are astronomical.”

He couldn’t help but frown at Chris’s words, for tempting fate was never a particularly good idea. But on the other hand, the hunter did have a point on how unlikely it would be. They weren’t the youngest, Chris was on hormones, and if he also had an IUD. What on Earth were the odds then? They couldn’t be high to begin with, even if in the best circumstances.

So he scoffed and pulled his pants back up. Peter did the same and Chris located his and put them on as well. Another sleeping bag was pulled from somewhere. His jacket was put up near the fire, on the back of a chair to dry further. And Chris laid down next to them on the sleeping bag to hunker down for the next few hours until the storm died down.

At least they were warm, comfortable, and utterly sated for now.

He dozed off knowing that their dynamic had shifted. Yes, he still wanted to duct tape Peter to the ceiling. And Chris could still be a jerk when he wanted to be. But at the very least, this was the start to a very fun beneficial rump for all three of them. Whatever else fate wanted to throw at them, they could only wait and see.

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