bakerstreet | Your daughter calls me Daddy, too.

Your daughter calls me Daddy, too.

Doesn't everyone like to be pampered and spoiled? You could certainly understand the desire. How about receiving the benefits of experience and knowledge...through someone else, someone older than you and more distinguished? Be good, then, and you'll be rewarded. Be bad - well, remember: a punishment isn't off the table for someone with your youth.

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They're so young - yet so, so tempting. But you know what they say. The more forbidden the fruit, the sweeter the juice. They're absolutely off-limits. And wouldn't you love to taste them, no matter if you feel guilty or not? Look at yourself. Do you feel like a pervert? This person could be an outlier, or maybe you've always had a weakness, even if you didn't realize it before. At least you can take care of them like few others chasing after them could. You know exactly what they want and need.

Comment with your character, information, and what role they'll play.
Is there an age gap? Is this actually illegal? It could be kink play, though, or characters acting older and younger.
Please note that there also doesn't need to be daddy kink "play" if you don't want it. There could just be an older/younger or an inexperienced/refined dynamic. Just be sure to clarify how heavy or light you'd prefer to go.
Older ladies are fine, too.
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(possible) SCENARIOS
1. PARENT & CHILD: So, have you been bad? You know what happens to bad kids...
2. OLDER SIBLING & YOUNGER SIBLING: If the parents aren't in the picture, someone has to take care of business.
3. OTHER FAMILIAL RELATIONSHIP: Keepin' it in the family.
4. TEACHER & STUDENT: Don't stand, don't stand so, don't stand so close to me...at least not during schools hours.
5. DOCTOR & PATIENT: An apple a day keeps the doctor away, unless you want to play.
6. CUSTOMER & STRIPPER/DANCER/HOOKER: Older people have the money, younger people need the money. Surely something can be worked out.
7. JAILBAIT: One of you better watch out, because this is trouble with a capital T.
8. THE BABYSITTER: ...you've seen the porn. I don't have to describe this.
9. CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURES: If you don't see something you want, make it up.

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[Interested in: 4 (student, college only), 5 (patient), 6 (either), or something unlisted. No dubcon/noncon, beast or bathroom. Feel free to PM me to discuss or with questions!]

The request had not been a total surprise. Laura herself had texted Kate, explaining she had some family business she needed to take care of and so she'd be away. With Clint driving her, the kids would be all on their own for a day. Was it too much trouble to come over, spend the weekend?

It was a no brainer, really. Not only would she be spending a couple of days with her favorite family, but also Laura promised plenty of rewards once she came back. Maybe another weekend, one with far more play and less work.

And so Kate arrived, with Lucky coming along. As expected, it wasn't that big of a task. Lila and Nate adored her, Cooper was a bit distant and complaining that he was too old to have a babysitter, but didn't give her crap. Quite the contrary, actually.

"He's following me on Instagram now," Kate pointed out, holding the screen of her phone almost in Clint's face once he got back, all three kids by then in their beds. "Isn't that kinda weird. I think he has a crush on me."

[ Clint had been a little worried; no children want to know about the sex lives o ftheir parents, and they're unlikely to want to know that those sex lives involve a close family friend who also happens to be their sometime-babysitter. Sometimes it feels like they know, somehow, and Clint has to remind himself that they don't. It's so much easier when Laura's around to poke fun at him for worrying too much.

For now, though, it's only Kate. And Clint. And a phone in his face almost the second the door opened. ] I have only the barest idea of what instagram is. [ Clint shrugged with a half-smile as he stepped into the house, the car keys still in his hands as he tried not to think about how good Kate looks. How good she always looks. ] Hard to blame 'im for having a crush, right? He's that age, and you're a beautiful girl spending time around him. Makes sense, doesn't it? [ Clint chews at his lip a little, and his smile grows a little more secretive, even...mischievous. ] I mean...you understand how crushes work, right?

Social media, old man. You know how social media works. [Kate stated matter-of-factly, her tone playful as she stepped aside to give him room as he stepped in the house. She wasn't aware of it, but she had rushed to greet him almost the same way Lucky did whenever she came back home. And just like the dog did, she was almost tempted to jump him right there and then.] Oh, I definitely understand how crushes work.

[Slipping the phone back into her pocket, Kate walked backwards as Clint walked further into the house. She only looked back over her own shoulders a couple of times, making sure they were indeed on their own.

A 'beautiful girl'. She'd heard it before from him. It still made her feel those butterflies in her stomach, like the teenager girl who spent hours watching videos of him on YouTube.] But it's a little weird, don't you think? Him having a crush on the girl both his dad and mom are banging.

[Apparenlty still a little cautious, she whispered the words. But against her best judgement, Kate leaned in, wrapping her arms around Clint's neck as she craned her neck to peck his lips.]

[ It's sort of an unspoken rule to not "enjoy themselves" while the kids are in the house, sleeping or not; the risk of getting caught isn't close enough to zero for Clint's liking. But then, Clint isn't sure there's a single rule he's ever laid down -- unspoken or not -- that Kate hasn't broken, so it isn't entirely unexpected when she slips her arms around his neck with such easy confidence.

The wise thing to do would be to gently push her away right now, maybe with an admonishing look in his eyes, but throughout the entire car journey he's been thinking of her, aware that at the end of the road there would be Kate Bishop. It was almost like she was in his backseat the entire time, teasing him the way she likes to do, bringing up all their exploits and not letting him forget that he fucked her right in that goddamn backseat.

So when she pecks at his lips, he doesn't peck back. He grabs a handful of her ass and kisses her with a sudden burst of intense hunger, his cock having begun to stir from the moment she mentioned the very fact of their relationship: a crush on the girl getting fucked by Mommy and Daddy. The kiss is downright aggressive, like he's trying to get ahead of her teasing for once. When it breaks, he glances in the direction of the darkened stairway and then back. ] I'm used to "weird" at this point. [ He prods the inside of his mouth with his tongue. ] I, uh, I parked the car in the barn.

[It's hard to tell if she's got Clint wrapped around her finger or if its the other way around. And then Laura is in their world and they would bow to her if she only asked, without thinking. There's no real master puppeteer here, but unavoidable attraction. It's goddamn science, like gravity. And here she is, their baby girl. Daddy and Mommy's girlfriend perhaps? She doesn't dare to bring it up, it's an unspoken thing that works so perfectly. Instead, Kate just takes her chances, enjoys the moment. So far, its paid of.

And it does now. Because even though she almost expects a grunt of protest, Clint surprises her like he has so many times before, squeezing her ass almost as if he was reminding her of who it belongs to, his mouth greedy and just as possessive. He steals her breath away, her gasp muffled by his lips before Kate catches up with the program, good student that she is. Her fingers run through his short hair, still cold from the exposure, ruffling it while her other palm finds his back, exploring the places her hands had roamed over so many times before.]

We're not fucking on the kitchen counter then? [Her fake innocence fades straight away as that toothy, out of breath smile graces her lips. Not happening with the kids around. A hot making out was risky enough.] Let me run to grab my coat. [She punctuates her words by stealing another quick kiss, disentangling herself from him as she has a quick run. A last look up the stairs. The kids are in bed and should be fine.

It's not long before they're hand in hand, not minding thei cold wind as they make their way through the darkness, heading to the barn.

They don't even make it to the car before Kate sinks down to her knees, buried under her chekered coat as she rushes, unbuckling his pants, feeling up his hard bulge. His skin feels warm under her tuch, his cock hard as she pumps it barely a couple of times, her lips already wrapping around the head while big blue eyes hold his gaze.]

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[ Clint finds it hard to believe that in the beginning, he hesitated with Kate Bishop. He hesitated to take her on as an apprentive, hesitated to consider her a friend, hesitated to consider her family, which is what she is.

And he did hesitate to sleep with her, much as he'd wanted to. Clint had twisted himself up in all sorts of moral conundrums about power imbalances and taking advantage and all the rest of it, and then all that hesitation and resistance just kind of...melted. Kate Bishop had extended her hand and without even realizing the power she held over him, melted away all those concerns until only primal attraction commanded him. Commanded them. And Laura was there, encouraging him, whispering in his ear like the devil she was so capable of being.

And now, here they are, and Clint can't imagine going back or letting things change. Kate's part of the family, now. He loves her, as he loves Laura. As she rushes for her coat, Clint, still warm from her touch, gives her a brief swat to the ass simply because he can't resist. In truth, he's never been able to resist Kate, only...hesitate. And he's not hesitating now.

Even the soft feel of her palm in his seems to drive blood to his cock, and by the time they're in the barn the cold outside is forgotten. His fingers -- thick and rough -- are slipping through her hair and he's unable to pull his gaze from her slightly parted lips. ] Been thinking about - fuck, Kate... [ He forgets what he's due to say as those same parted lips wrap around the head of his cock, and Jesus, he's impossibly hard right now: steel-stiff and engorged with heat, his cock trembles slightly as Kate takes it into her mouth. Clint places his free hand on the roof of the car as if to balance himself, because she really does undo him so expertly...while the fingers in her hair tighten. ] Good girl...

[The first weeks of being around his orbit had been both the best time of her life and the very worst. She had met her biggest and first crush, her hero and role model, learned he was married, faced the betrayal of her mom, then invited by the Barton's to spend the holidays with them. That? It had been so heartwarming but also torture. Because Clint had it all: the perfect wife and kids and everything she didn't have to offer. And she liked Laura so very much, being jealous of everything she had with him was not even easy.

Turns out, Laura was so beyond perfection that she'd saw something in them, in how obviously thirsty for his husband this twenty-two year old privileged girl was. And before Kate could brace herself, things changed, something between the three of them started. What was it? She had no idea. Now she was even trusted with looking after the kids. With looking after the husband. With spending nights alone with his wife and being a sort of... Girlfriend of the couple? It was all Kate could have asked for and had no idea she wanted so badly.]

Hmmmm-Hmmm. [She could do little but humm her content, the smile she could not muster with her lips reaching her eyes instead. With half of his lenght in her mouth and the head of his dick pocking her throat, Kate showed herself even more enthusiastic as Clint praised her for her cock sucking skills.

It was obverwhelming in the best of ways. The air was cold on her face and fingers, but his waist, his toned thighs radiated warmth. Her coat smelled of his cologne and Laura's perfume, now that it found itself tucked between their belongings.

Reaching behind him, her fingers dug on his buttocks, grabbing them firmly as she works on relaxing herself, on swallowing even more of his lenght. The obscene slurping sounds interrupting the silence in the barn. Suddenly, Kate tried too hard, her gag reflex betraying her. She bowed her face a little, coughing. His veiny cock, soaked in the same saliva that dripped down her chin, poked her cheek as watering eyes looked up for his approval once more.]

I'd give you anything. I want you so bad, Clint.

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[ Clint's fingers, roughly calloused from a lifetime spent twanging bow-strings, find their way almost instinctively into the soft dark of Kate's hair. Jesus, but she's as incredible on her knees as she is in any other position, be it showing more aptitude with a bow than he did at her age or contorting herself to wrap around Laura's body while still managing to meet his eyes for a very specific kind of approval. Right now, though, he can only see the playful gleam in those soulful eyes which have locked onto his face even as her lips travel smoothly down the length of his throbbing cock.

He twitches within the wet warmth of her busy mouth, and his one-handed caress of her hair starts to tighten just a little. Clint's exhales are coming faster now, misting on the cold air, yet his body has become so swept with heat that it feels less like mist and more like smoke, like he's burning from within in the most pleasant of ways. ] God... [ And then Kate does what Kate likes to do, which is push herself. Clint has always admired that about her, the tenacity...and in this particular moment, seeing her gag on his cock is an obscenely perfect example.

Clint's grasp on her hair relaxes back into a caress as he sees her cheeks flush and her eyes water. He nearly says something light to deflate the mood, but instead he eases into the intensity of it all. His voice becomes a low growl. ] I want you too, Kate. So fucking bad. And what I want is for you to stand up and give me your cunt. Now, baby.

[There's nothing she wants more than impress Clint. Out in the field, with the aim she's perfected. Whilst chilling on her couch, relaxing after a good fuck and grabbing one of the many pennies she keeps around simply to practice the fun but awesome trick he's taught her. See how she's perfected it? There's nothing she wants more than to impress him, to show him how she's trained her gag reflex during the many late video calls they've shared.]

Ye-Yeah! [She's still panting as she wipes the spit off her chin, using even her hands to help herself up to her feet once more. She's buried under her coat as she bends down to pull her leggings down, toeing her boots off and almost losing her balance in her rush.

Soon she is naked from her waist down to ther toes, her panties still pooling around her right ankle as she leans against his car.] I need your cock so bad, Daddy. I've missed it so much. [Grabbing the collar of Clint's jacket, she pulls him in for another messy kiss.]

[ Clint is a military man, really. A maverick, maybe, but he's still military. He takes orders, he concocts strategies, he holds to a sense of discipline...and all that training, all that self-control, just erodes away into absolutely nothing around Kate Bishop. She undoes him more than any training designed to find his breaking point could, evidenced by the fact that once he didn't dare think about embarking on this heated sexual relationship with someone young enough to be his daughter and now? Now, things are different. Now, hearing her call him Daddy makes his cock throb like he isn't actually a father. Now, he doesn't dare think about this relationship ever ending.

He snarls into the kiss, tasting himself slightly on her lips but that flavor is overwhelmed by Kate's unique taste. One hand slaps down to grab her bare ass, gripping possessively before he spins her to slam up against the side of the car with enough impact to make the vehicle shudder. He nips a little at her lips as the kiss breaks, and he lingers close enough that the mist of their breath becomes shared. ]

You're enough of a good girl that you get to choose: am I fucking you in the backseat, or am I bending you over the hood to make you scream?

[This is everything she's barely allowed herself to fantasise about, the wet dream of any fan turned into a reality. This is something she's even getting used to, almost begging Clint to make use of her body, even though she knows there's so much more than just that. Because even though the 'retired' Avenger plunges his dick roughly into her, fucks her face and makes her swallow every last drop of his cum or smacks her ass until she cries out... She loves it. And so does he and his wife.

Every step of the way Kate feels so safe in his arms, even now as she begs him to turn her on her heels and slam her against the hood of his car. She feels safe and cared for, both Burtons treating her almost as if she was family too. It's the closest she's felt to having a true homely life since... Well, she lost her dad. A bad train of thought when you're about to get rammed by a guy you're calling 'Daddy'.]

Bend me over. Pull my pony tail and fuck me until I scream. [She practically whined. Of course, he didn't disappoint.

It's cold, Kate thinks the moment she's pushed onto the hood of the car, a small smile already gracing her lips. She only feels its coolness on her cheeks and her palms, her jumper keeping her warm even though her legs are naked and goosebumps leave pimples on her skin. She's so wet, her folds practically dripping as she feels him tease her, making her feel the anticipation that's had her heart running at full speed so many times before.]

What am I, Clint? Am I Mommy and Daddy's little plaything? Their good little girl? Their girlfriend?

[ Clint can't help but watch Kate's mouth as she pleads, her words practically forming the winter mist into floating letters for the effect they have on him. Jesus, but she's good at the dirty talk; the things she says always seem to sink into him as hotly and firmly as delicate hands giving a deep massage. Some deep-rooted impulse causes him to breeze aside any other thought and he abruptly seizes her by the throat, squeezing gently before kissing her again so he can swallow up her words before she keeps speaking and drives him even more insane with lust.

As the kiss breaks and his eyes meet hers briefly, it occurs to Clint that there might be nothing he wouldn't do for her. Damn it all, he does love her, as Laura loves her. She is -- in the most unconventional sense -- part of the family. She's a Bishop, true, but she's a Barton as well. This tender, vaguely-formed thought is followed by Clint's hands suddenly seizing her by the shoulders and spinning her around with zero effort.

He pants one hand on her waist and the other on the back of her head, pushing her down with the kind of demanding roughness he knows she likes. Clint never wants to hurt Kate, but he has a good idea of what is and isn't okay by now, and he'd no more hurt her than treat her like some delicate princess...even if she is a bit of a princess.

The weather might as well be Sahara heat for all the effect it has on Clint's cock, which throbs like molten is running through it rather than hot blood. Kate, it turns out, is too fucking hot for winter itself. He brings his cock to nestle as her cocks, the nerve-packed head pressing inward with teasing slowness. When Clint speaks, his voice is low and as rough as the grip with which he holds Kate's hair. ]

You're our plaything. You're our good little girl. You're our girlfriend. [ Kate's words still echoing in his mind, Clint twists her ponytail into his grip while the hand upon her waist holds tighter. ] You're everything, baby. [ And he urges his cock into her, sliding ably into the welcome channel of her cunt and groaning as he does so, since this is the very best version of coming in from the cold to a roaring fire.

Clint pulls on her ponytail, yanking her head back before leaning forward, his muscular frame almost draping over her as he peppers her neck with sharp, slightly stubbled kisses. He's halfway in now, and pulls back until only the head of his cock remains inside. Then the hand upon Kate's waist rises and swings down to slap Kate's ass with enough resounding force that the sound is more like a crack than a spank, and once his hand is there it stays. In perfect tandem with the spank he urges his cock into her right to the hilt, knowing full well she can take every throbbing inch of his girth while knowing that he can't take another second without being buried inside her. ]

Our everything. Our eager little slut - [ He hisses the words out sharply as he tugs on her ponytail again, finding a rhythm of deep-reaching thrusts. The car has begun to rock as he fucks her over the hood, abandoning any subtley to fill her again and again, spearing his cock into Kate mercilessly and pulsing with need all the while. ] - our plaything, our good little fuck-pet who loves my cock inside her and loves my wife's pussy in her face because you're ours, because you want it so goddamn bad, don't you? So - ngh - fucking - mph - bad... [ He slaps her ass again. ] Because you're mine. Because I'm your goddamn daddy, baby.

I'm your-- Fuck, I'm your eager little slut. [Kate echoes the words in what almost sounds like a whimper, Clint fist twisted firmly around her hair, tugging on Kate's ponytail and forcing her to arche her back. Her ass sticks further up, receiving his hips like a cushion every time he rams his dick deep into her pussy, pushing her onto his car and orchestrating the way they seem to bounce together. It's so cold while her pussy, even her bones seem to stretch to welcome him in. She's slick, his girth sliding in with ease despite of how impressive, how impossible it once looked. Every time, every first time, there's a slight burn she's come to expect now. She's looks forward to it every time now. It's something that fades as soon as she gets lost in sensations.

Their girlfriend. Shit, she shouldn't be thinking of their teenage son, the way he looks at her and that seemingly innocent Instagram follow. She can almost feel those heart shaped eyes on her. Maybe itsn a Burton tradition, wanting a piece of her ass. That's wrong Kate. You're mom and dad's girlfriend, maybe 'aunt Kate' now. She wonders if the kids will ever now. She wonders if that knowing look on Lila's face proves she's as perceptive as her mom is. Laura, so gorgeous and talented and kind, but also firm and twisted and hot like fire itself.

Not only did she figure out how Kate wanted nothing but to impale herself on Clint's dick, how she's been thirsty for it back when he was nothing but a teenager's fantasy, Laura made it happen. Laura got rid of any guilt and encouraged Clint to go for it. Laura wants her to. It's because of her that she's become their girl, their slut, their girlfriend.]

Daddy, breed me. [Shit, but not for real. That would make things even weirder, even more complicated something that at the same time is super simple and feels so natural.] Fill me up with your cum. Mark me. [Her fingers flex over the hood of the car, her chin resting over the back of her hand as Kate's mouth remains open in a continuous flow of cries.] Mark me to remind me -- Remind me I belong to you. Use me in every -- Fuck. Use me, Clint! I love it. I love it when you use me. I love you both. I--

[Shit. Too much. She can't think. She... Does love them both.]

[ Misty breath hisses from between Clint's clenched teeth; it feels like all of him is clenched in some way, his muscles stretched taut as piano wire. It's all to prevent himself from downright exploding inside the eager, irresistable minx who landed in his life less like a grenade than a firework, bright and beautiful and unpredictable and not a little chaotic. And right now, with his cock thrusting ceaselessly inside her, even a man of discipline like Clint finds it hard to hold back.

Perhaps it's the combination of cold air upon his skin and the heavenly heat of Kate's body -- Kate's cunt, squeezing him with python-like intensity on every thrust -- or maybe it comes down to the raw filth spilling out of that beautiful mouth. Hell, it's everything. Everything about her, everything about this.

Clint has Kate's ponytail twisted up in his fist like hand-wrappings for boxing, and he isn't gentle with the way he yanks her head back; by now, he knows not to treat her like she's made of porcelain. Then comes her demand to breed her, and he might be the teacher in their relationship but he very nearly takes her instruction; the thought of his seed gushing inside her is a tempting one, and he tugs her back by the ponytail enough for his hand to leave her ass and reach around to firmly -- yet tenderly -- grip her throat. When he speaks, his voice is all gravel and strain. ] We love you too, Kate, we love you too. [ And it's damn well true; so true that Clint is happy to confirm it on Laura's behalf, because it's a discussion they've had. ] Both of us - ngh - love you.

[ Impulse takes him, and Clint slides his cock all the way out from inside Kate; in the low light of the barn, it almost seems to glow with the glisten of their shared arousal. He releases her ponytail, seizes her by the hips, hoists her up as if she weighs nothing and twists her around to set her down on the car bonnet again, this time facing him. He wants to be looking in her eyes for this. ] We love you. [ And he lines the nerve-packed head of his cock up with Kate's pussy and rushes into her, striking his cock into her body right down to the hilt in perfect tandem with his mouth crushing against hers as if he's trying to swallow whatever moan might roll out of her in response. ]