Doja Cat Damn Papa Novels & Stories

“Mama says I’m pretty and dangerous.” Theo’s gaze met mine over their heads. “You said that?” I shrugged. “I need her to grow up with standards.” “You’re raising a villain origin story,” Theo said flatly. “I’m raising a future boss,” I shot back. “If she decides to destroy the world, at least she’ll do it in a good dress.” Max was already seated, holding his arepa with both hands like it was a sacred artifact. Issa was drowning her scrambled eggs in ketchup without a single regard for the original flavor. Theo stared at his plate like he’d just been served in a commercial.

I don’t know but it feels like we do have this awkward presence for each other and we both don’t know how to make it not an awkward one. “Why did you argue with Primo?” My head was occupied at that moment they fought over me. I still don’t know why and I want to know why they did it. “He’s just an annoying and arrogant peasant who pissed me.” Doom buries his face in the pillow. I replied, “Correction, he doesn’t look like a peasant for me. He’s a company holder and a future CEO.” “But he looks one. Tss,” Doom glared at me. I chuckled to tease him. “Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?”

I pause, heat flushing all of my body. Uncle Jax nods, urging me to go on. “Umm right above my pussy,” I mumble, but the words are loud enough for him to hear. “I want it to say ‘Daddy’s Pussy’ in delicate script.”

Catalina POV "You're a f*cking bastard Rodri, you know that right?" A man, donned with Cuban links around his neck and a diamond wristwatch, released a chuckle as he twisted his head at Papa. The bald-headed man, presumably an Alpha, laid back on a long red-leather loveseat with a glass of bourbon in his left hand, took a long swig and crushed the glass with the same hand. The shards cut into his palm and blood trickled down his arm. Then, he leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, and pointed his finger at me. "But, you know how to make a beautiful f*cking child."

"Nice try but you can definitely do better begging, can't you?" "Oh fuck!" My desperation was out of the roof now. "Please daddy! Fuck me! Use my pussy. Fuck me as hard as you want to. Please sir, touch me and make me cum. Please daddy! I would... I would do anything. Just fuck me" "Holly shit!" I heard him growl and the growl was immediately followed by quick and hard thrusts. Two of which sent me cumming yet again. I screamed loudly so loudly that everyone in the fucking mansion would have heard me if this place wasn't sound proof. My knees gave way completely this time as I came and came hard.

MY BACKSIDE STILL HURT FROM THE THRASHING I HAD RECEIVED THE NIGHT BEFORE, AFTER I HAD BEEN CAUGHT DAYDREAMING AND BURNED HIS DINNER. “I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO GIVE YOU,” PAPA WAS SAYING. ANOTHER MAN SAT IN THE KITCHEN WITH PAPA. HE LOOKED TERRIFYING TO ME. HE WAS TALL WITH BROAD SHOULDERS AND HAIR THAT WAS SO BLOND IT ALMOST LOOKED WHITE. HE LUNGED AT THE TABLE LIKE A LAZY LION. I HAD RECOGNIZED HIM. ONE OF MAMA'S FRIENDS, ANTHONIO BROWN, MAMA SAID HE WAS A GOOD PERSON, BUT RIGHT NOW HE'S NO DIFFERENT THAN MY FATHER.

Alora I beat my palms against my steering wheel, “Mother fucking son of a bitch. No, no, no, you can't do this to me. Come on you piece of shit, start.” I turn the key in the ignition again, praying under my breath, “Come on, come on, start, start.” The only sound is a click.

Immediately started nodding. My chuckle was strained. "Which one, Cricket?" "Yes. Peter and Bentley, please." "On it," Edi said and rushed off. A video call came up on the main screen before he made it to the doors. "Hello? Is anyone out there?" a vaguely familiar voice called in a sing-song tone through the audio as we waited for the video link to sync up. "ARTURO, RUN!" Momma yelled through the audio. The video clicked into place. A bloodied and hunched Papa sat directly in front of the camera.

“—came back to see him on the couch doing that little crouchy pose, you know the one dogs do when they shit—” “—and he took a dump on the couch, got it,” Jedidiah says, staring up into the sky soullessly. “So? Where’s the culprit?” As if hearing his name, Cat stalks out from the bedroom, shaking himself so his fur fluffs up and he looks like an oversized marshmallow. Jedidiah’s anger dissipates. Aw. It’s not his fault. Damn, Cat has Jedidiah wrapped around his little paw. “Um, we shooed him away right as he was doing his poop, so…”

"Anak kamusta ang lakad mo kahapon?" Tanong ni Papa sa akin ng maibaba niya ang kape na iniinom niya. "Okay naman po pa. Natanggap ako bilang isang extra DJ pero hindi nga lang full-time. Okay na rin sa akin 'yon," masayang balita ko at ininom ang tsaa na ginawa ko kanina. Alas otso na sa umaga at naabutan ko si papa dito sa sala malapit sa sliding window glass na nakaupo at nagbabasa ng dyaryo.