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From Chrystal Heights:

Katarina had always been the careful one. The planner. The plotter. Ashe, on the other hand, loved to play and tease. For months she had been giggling in Katarina’s ear, whispering filthy promises about how she’d pin the predatory huntress down one night, flood her womb until it swelled, turn her into a soft, round, waddling broodmare. Ashe’s laughter still echoed in Katarina’s head.

So Katarina decided it was time to teach her friend a lesson. She was going to give Ashe an embarrassing, undeniable baby-belly whether the teasing little minx liked it or not.

She went to Bellalyn first.

The older woman lived on the edge of Crystal Heights, in a cottage that smelled of cedar smoke and night-blooming jasmine. Silver threaded through her auburn hair, but her curves remained lush and unapologetic. Bella had mentored Katarina since her teen years- both in the bedroom and out.

Although not a witch in the traditional sense, Bella’s knowledge of arcane potions and practices was extensive. When Katarina laid out the plan- get Ashe drunk on Bella’s ‘special’ shadow-wine, bring in Bella’s son Trent, let the boy’s potent seed do the rest- Bella’s green eyes sparkled with wicked delight.

“Oh, darling,” she purred, “tricking the little minx into a breeding? That sounds deliciously devious. I shall be delighted to help.”

Katarina smirked. “I know you were the belly-maker back in the day, but I’m going to show you how it’s done now.”

“No doubt you will, darling,” agreed Bella. “Bring her over tonight. I have a special bottle of shadow-wine that will be perfect for this. You can sit there and watch your pretty Ashe get bred like she deserves. Trent will be at his most potent. Trust me.”

That night, Katarina brought Ashe to the cottage under the pretense of ‘a relaxing evening with our old friend’. Ashe recognized the emphasis and, knowing Katarina’s history with Bella, had agreed enthusiastically. She was already half-drunk on the thrill of the forbidden when Bella greeted them at the door in a low-cut dress that did nothing to hide the generous swell of her breasts.

“Welcome, loves,” Bella said warmly, pressing a kiss to each of their cheeks. “The wine’s already breathing. Come in.”

The front room was warm and sensual. Hands brushed curves and lingered. Three crystal goblets waited on the low table. Bella filled them herself in the kitchen, giving Katarina a sly wink. Ashe’s glass contained shadow-wine at least twice as strong as the others.

They toasted to friendship, to mischief, to new beginnings. Ashe laughed and drained her first glass in three swallows.

By the second glass, her cheeks were flushed. By the third, she was giggling, leaning heavily against Katarina on the plush sofa. “This stuff is dangerous,” she slurred, eyes glassy. “I feel…floaty.”

Bella refilled her glass with a knowing smile. “That’s the idea, sweet girl. Perhaps we should move to the bedroom?”

It wasn’t really a question.

As they entered the bedroom, the erotic nature of the evening amplified.

“What’s that smell?” murmured Ashe, her eyelids fluttering.

“Midnight Bloom incense, darling,” said Bella, stroking Ashe’s hair. “One breath makes you drip. Two make you beg. Three breaths and you don’t remember your own name.”

Ashe murmured her agreement, leaning back into the hair pats.

All three women stripped bare. Then they began trading kisses, their lips softly pressing, soft feminine sighs filling the room. Then there was a gradual shift, so casual that the intoxicated Ashe didn’t even notice as Katarina and Bella began to focus on Ashe’s pleasure.

Bella’s fingers pinched Ashe’s nipples, even as Katarina’s fingers stroked Ashe’s clit. Ashe’s moans began to fill the room as they brought her to peak several times but never allowing her release.

Then the door opened and a man entered the room.

Trent. Bella’s son. Tall, fit. Dark hair, jaw covered with bristle. Shirtless, sweatpants slung low enough to show the V of his hips. His cock was already half-hard beneath the fabric. Thick, heavy, the outline unmistakable.

Ashe blinked slowly at him. “Who…?”

“Trent,” said Bella sweetly. “My son. He’s here to help with your…needs.”

Ashe might have protested at another time, but her eyes were glazed and her body on fire with heat and need.

Bella rolled to the side, creating separation from Ashe, but ending up on top of Katarina. Bella glanced over at Trent’s approach, saw his sweatpants hit the ground, watched him with hungry eyes. “Be a good boy, Trent. Fill her up.”

He didn’t need telling twice. He pushed Ashe’s knees apart, lined up, and drove in with one smooth thrust.

Ashe cried out, back arching, but the sound melted into a moan as her body accepted him. Her hips began undulating, moving to meet his thrusts with helpless heat.

The incense thickened the air. Already wet from watching Trent working at breeding Ashe, Katarina could smell the Midnight Bloom with every breath, turning her own pussy into a sopping wet mess. Her clit was throbbing, syncing with Trent’s strokes.

He fucked Ashe hard and deep, the wet slap of pelvis against ass loud in the quiet room. Katarina lay three feet away, watching every thrust, every detail. Watching the way Ashe’s pussy lips stretched around Trent’s girth, the shine of her juices coating his balls.

Bella hands slid down to Katarina’s pussy, fingers working her clit. Bella’s breath whispered over Katarina’s lower belly, punctuating the moves that were making Katarina moan.

The silence lasted for several seconds. Then Trent’s breathing changed slightly and his strokes shortened in powerful short pulses.

Bella’s voice was sweet. “Inside her, baby. All of it.”

He slammed deep and held, growling. Ashe’s eyes widened as she felt the first hot pulse. Katarina watched, mesmerized, as Ashe shuddered through a sudden explosive orgasm. Ashe bucked, helpless as her body responded to the insemination with helpless heat and submission.

Trent stayed buried, grinding, making sure every drop stayed deep. When he finally pulled out, Ashe’s ruined hole twitched at the sudden emptiness. Ashe was already drifting, eyes glazed.

Katarina’s head felt heavy. The incense seemed even thicker now. Sweet. Her nipples ached. Her clit pulsed. She tried to stand to check on Ashe, but her knees buckled. The room tilted as the wine and incense turned her limbs into warm honey.

Katarina felt herself rolled to her belly, her bare feet on the floor. She barely registered Bella’s pussy pressing against her face.

“Be a good girl,” murmured Bella, her fingers tracing through Katarina’s hair.

Katarina’s tongue responded, stroking over Bella’s clit.

It was only after several long seconds of servicing Bella with her tongue that Katarina processed how good her own pussy was feeling. So good. So hot.

It was only then that the fog lifted slightly and Katarina realized that Trent was behind her now, driving his cock deep inside Katarina with the same force and enthusiasm that he had used to breed Ashe.

“Wrong…wrong pussy,” said Katarina, her words slurred. “Ashe…is the one who’s…s’posed to get…belly…”

“Shush, darling,” said Bella, her hand cupping the back of Katarina’s head, her juices smearing across Katarina’s cheeks. “Be a good girl. Just take it.”

“But…something…wrong…”

“Nothing’s wrong, darling,” cooed Bella. “Everything’s [i]perfect[/i].

And finally it clicked. Ashe’s wine had been extremely potent, to get her to relax and let her womb get flooded. She was an easy target, a partier who tended to take too many chances anyway.

But Katarina was a planner, a more difficult target. So the wine she had been given had a different purpose.

Extreme fertility.

No amount of planning could overcome the amplified fertility Bella’s wine had produced in Katarina’s womb. And that fertility combined with Trent’s potent sperm…

Katarina’s eyes widened. But it was too late.

Trent’s hands firmed on her hips and suddenly he was bellowing as he buried his cock inside her ass and flooded her fertile womb with pulse after pulse of thick, hot seed.

Heat exploded in her core. Her ovaries throbbed, her womb clenched, and she felt her now hyper-fertile cunt taking in every drop. Her pussy grew slicker, wetter than she’d ever been. Her belly gave a warm flutter, like every egg inside her had suddenly woken up screaming for seed.

Katarina tried to resist, tried to pull away, but it was far too late. The walls of her traitor pussy were ignoring her mental commands and clamping on his thick cock, squeezing every drop of belly-swelling seed from his shaft.

And when his release triggered hers, Katarina’s screams were muffled by Bella’s pussy.

“Good boy, Trent,” murmured Bella. “Every drop.”

And, impossibly, Trent kept stroking into her.

“That potion you made me drink earlier,” grunted Trent, hips thrusting as he fucked Katarina like an animal. “Making me stay hard…”

“Of course it is, my sweet,” said Bella, her voice smiling as she stroked Katarina’s hair. “That’s it’s job.”

Trent came a second time, flooding her even fuller. Katarina’s eyes rolled back. She had no strength or ability left for resistance. She could only take the hot flood inside her saturated, over-filled womb.

Bella laughed softly as Trent finally pulled out with a smug slurp. Her knuckles stroked Katarina’s cheek. “Turnabout’s fair play, love. You wanted to watch Ashe get bred. And it turned out she wanted to watch [i]you[/i] get bred. She came to me with the same plan you did.”

Katarina could barely speak. Her voice was hoarse from screaming. “You…got us [i]both[/i]…?!”

Bella smiled. “Of course I did. I didn’t just turn the tables…I shattered them. Now you’re both carrying my grandbabies. And I’m going to enjoy every single day of watching you two swell.”

Katarina and Ashe could only stare in disbelief, cheeks bright red. Then they snuggled together. It was going to be a long, embarrassing nine months.

[strappedjacket]

They said "Why not come visit us at Northfield? Have a coffee with us? Maybe spend the night?

"I'm feeling kinda woozy guys! Thought coffee was supposed to wake you up!"

"Just take it easy! We'll look after ya!"

"Yeah! We'll make ya real comfortable. Real cosy, like!"

"You think he's gonna appreciate his new pyjamas!?"

"Unstrap me you fuckers! Get me out of this thing!"

"You're in that straitjacket to stay, Buddy! Accept it! Don't fight it!"

Resignation! Slow acceptance.

Peaceful acceptance the straitjacket is on to stay.

Fighting and defiance only makes the situation worse! He's now a permanent Northfield prisoner.

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His niece 3

Summery: now that you’ve meet the horsemen there is a plan that needs to be carried out.

Pairing: Jack wilder x Dylan’s niece!Reader

Warning: cussing, talking about picturing people naked

Notes: hope you like this one! GIFs are not mine! Parts 4-8 are up!

I slowly opened my eyes, my body begging for me to close them again. When I went to sit up I felt arms keeping me down. When looked I seen Jack holding me. Jack was holding me! I felt my face heating up, I was wide awake now and I didn’t know what to do. I looked at the time on my watch and realized that we had to meet up with the others soon. I grabbed Jacks arm and moved it off of me then sat up. I rubbed my eyes and looked down at him, his face was being lighten up by the sun, he looked calm and relaxed. I smiled softly to myself before I put my hand on his arm and softly shook him.

“Jack?” I said softly my voice slightly gruff from sleep. “We need to get ready for the plan” I added. I shook him softly trying to get him to at least open his eyes. “Come on Jack, you need to get ready” I groaned.

He opened his eyes slightly “you’re grumpy when you wake up” he joked. I rolled my eyes. I let my hand slid off of his arm. “I’ll get up, you get ready” He said as he sat up.

I huffed softly. “Okay, fine” I said as I stood up “I’m going to be in the bathroom, don’t walk in” I called as I walked out of the room.

“Not like you would mind” he joked. I could hear the smirk in his voice.

It made me roll my at eyes but at the same time, it made me blush

“Atlas, go” Dylan said into our ear pieces.

“No, Dylan, I can’t…” Atlas replied.

Merritt and I were walking behind Atlas, I was going to be a distraction while Merritt got Owen.

“What? What’s the problem?” Dylan asked

“No, there’s to many people” Atlas stammered

“Atlas, I got Owen landing now.”

“Okay, I’m going”

I turned into an elevator to go to the floor with the food. As I was going up I rubbed my hands on the chef uniform and swallowed. I walked out of the elevator and went next to the food counter waiting for my cue.

“Alright, Y/N, show these guys what you got” Dylan said.

I took a deep breath before I walked up to food area. “Hey” I smiled as I got behind the counter. “All these tools look hard to work with” I said as I picked up a saw looking thing.

“Hey put that down!” The guy said as tried to grabbed it from me.

“Yo what are you doing?” I said as I pulled it back. “You’re making a scene” I whispered as I pulled at the saw thing.

As we pulled and fought the saw thing accidentally went into my ‘arm.’ “Oh my god!” I yelled. “What have you done!”

I watched as Merritt grabbed Owen. “Look at this!” I looked back at the man who was working “help me!” I yelled “don’t just stand there after you did this to me! Help me!” I cried. I swung my arm around screaming and saying random things. A few lady’s came over to me with towels, they wrapped them around my arm. I seen Merritt come back and that’s when I looked back at them. “I think I need to go” I said as I pushed past them. “Thank you for the help, but I must be off” I gave a big wave causing the arm to fly off.

I ran off joining Merritt in the elevator. “Oh my god” I sighed. While I was in the elevator I began taking off the chef uniform I had on, under it was a black, long sleeve, dress, it went just above my knees. It came out to make it look like a nice casual dress. I had on boots that were only ankle high.

Merritt and I rushed out of the elevator and began walking to get back stage. I was slipping on jacket when Merritt spoke to me. “Good job kid” he said.

“Thank you” I smiled “I thought I had gone a little overboard but I guess not” I shrugged.

I was putting on a mic when Jack walked over. “I’m nervous and I’m not even going on stage” Jack said.

“Just picture everyone naked, that’s what I did when I meet you guys” I smiled.

“That’s kinda weird” Atlas said as he walked up.

“Don’t worry I stopped once I seen how hot you were, I couldn’t risk falling in love with you” I said sarcastically before rolling my eyes.

Merritt began talking to Atlas and I turned to Jack. “I’m sure you’re just nervous because you’re not ready for us to be back yet, but don’t worry, it’ll pass” I put my hand on is back and give it a small rub.

Jack closed his eyes and took a deep breath “Thank you” Jack smirked. “You’ll do great, you’re pretty so you have a good chance of having people love you.” Jack told me.

I blushed, tucking my hair behind my ears I looked away. “Thank you” I murmured. “You’re handsome” I looked at him “it’s a shame that you’re not on stage” I added. Jack gave me a smile before he walked away to let us get on stage.

I heard Merritt talking into his earpiece, then Own repeating on stage. I took a deep breath, trying to get myself ready. Once Merritt got through his whole spiel we jumped onto stage. Everyone began cheering and clapping. I wipe my hands on my dress and gave a big smile. “Have you meet our newest horsemen, Y/N?” Atlas said. I gave a big wave to everyone.

“Okay let me talk to you about your privacy. What is your privacy mean to you?” Atlas began. “Because apparently to Owen case it means absolutely nothing” Merritt continued “Actually it means less than absolutely nothing. You see he mocked your privacy. He scorned it” I added on “Right and we’re not just talking about the things you already agreed to” Atlas picked it up “when you sign probably without reading the terms and conditions of Octa one through seven.” He continued.

As we went on the crowd seemed interested, which is what I liked to see. As we all continued on I couldn’t help but smile. If this is what it felt like to be apart of the Horsemen I don’t know why I didn’t join sooner.

“Now, before we start the show, we had Owen agreed to some terms and conditions of our own,” I spoke “so everything that he once considered private-“ My mic was suddenly cut off. I looked at the other two not know what to do seeing as this was apart of the plan. Atlas walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder before he continued what I was saying. That was short lived because he was cut off the next second as well, then so was the whole stage.

A face popped up on the screen “as the horsemen like to say magic is about controlling perception. You see them as champions of truth, but are they?” The voice said. I looked at Atlas and Merritt. “What’s happening?” I asked. Both of them shrugged not know what’s going on. “Or is that just another one of their illusions?” The voice boomed. I looked around not knowing what’s to do. “So since they clearly love secrets, let’s reveal some of theirs.” The voice spoke.

“Danny, everyone, get off the stage. Abort. Jack, go with them” Dylan said into our earpieces. “I’ll see you at the meet up point.”

Atlas ran off into a back areas, I followed after him and so did Merritt. “Do we call the death of Jack Wilder?” I heard the voice say as we ran off. “What if I told you he’s not just alive but he’s actually right here.” The voice boomed.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Jack was just revealed as alive and now we’re being ran off at our own show. “Do you know who else is here? The FBI. Let’s let them in shall we?”

Even though we were running away I could still hear the voice. We ran to the back, going up some stairs which would led us to the roof. Jack joined us taking off his officer costume “they found me out” Jack said.

“We know, we heard” I told him as I climbed up the ladder

“And now for the big reveal.” The voice said “there’s a fifth Horsemen and he’s the biggest criminal of them all. FBI agent Dylan Rhodes.” Before I could hear anything else we were outside, running across the roof.

“We got to get to the truck let’s go!” Jack yelled.

“Move! Move!” Merritt yelled after

“Who were those guys?” I asked as I ran.

“Who cares? Come one!” Atlas shouted back to me.

“Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!” I yelled as we walked up more steps.

We got to this ladder and we climbed down on it. “How the hell could this happen?” Merritt asked once he was down. “I thought Dylan had everything under control”

“Yeah. apparently he didn’t” Atlas spat as he took off his mic.

“Maybe you’re the leak Dan” Merritt accuse him. “Where you been sneaking off to?” He added.

As I was the last to get down, but Jack was waiting for me to help me down. When I got close to the bottom he held his arms out and I climbed myself onto him.

“No. Don’t you dare for a second insinuate that I had-“ Atlas began. Jack set me down then turned to run “I’m not insinuating that your” Merritt argued

Jack cut him off “let’s get to the truck, come on!” He said running past them, me following after him.

We ran till we got to the black tube we need to jump down. “Y/N come one!” Atlas said as he slid down the tube me following after him.

Instead of us popping into the truck, we dropped down into three carts. I dropped down into the same one as Atlas. I sat up and looked around. We were in a kitchen… of a Chinese restaurant.

“What the hell is going on?” Jack asked getting out of his cart.

“Wasn’t there supposed to be a truck?” I asked.

“Where the hell are me?” Atlas asked.

Atlas got out of the cart then held his hand out to help me out of it as well. I grabbed his hand, hopped out, then I let go of his hand. A bunch of people were shouting at us, pushing us. Someone grabbed onto me and began pushing me out of the kitchen. Once we were thrown out of the kitchen we popped into the restaurant. A bunch of people looked at us like we were crazy.

“Okay, why are we here?” Atlas asked quietly. He looked around the place trying to find out where we were.

“Why am I starving?” I asked looking around at them.

“I’m weirdly starving, too” Jack said.

“This makes no sense” Merritt said pushing past Jack and Atlas. He walked outside leaving us in the restaurant.

Jack, Atlas and I walked over to the exit and then stood there waiting for Merritt to walk back inside.

“Hey if it makes up for anything, we are all surrounded by Chinese food” I said trying to lighten up the mood.

”Guys I think where we are right now they don’t refer to it as ‘Chinese food.’ It’s just called ‘food.’” Merritt said as he pushed past us.

A/N I think I ended good enough hope you liked it

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