#mommy au

[animasola86]

LOST & FOUND 🫂 CH9

Mommy takes you to the Pet Cafe. But instead of fluffy animals, you meet a bunch of half-naked girls wearing masks, collars and tail plugs...

soft!Daddy!dom x Mommy!domme x little girl!reader

WARNINGS: F!Reader insert. NSFW! Explicit sexual content. Mommy/Daddy kink. Dd/Md/lg dynamics. Pet names. Dom/sub. Mistress/pet. A hint of dubcon. Sex toys under clothing. Anonymous sex. Cunnilingus. Anal play/insertions. Belly bulge. Vibrators. Butt plugs. (More notes under the cut!)

WORDS: 5.7k 🔷️ READ ON AO3 🔷️ 1–2–3–4–5–6 7–8–9–10–11–12

A/N: RECAP: Reader (we call her Pumpkin), in her 20s, has hair and female genitalia, suffers from depression and anxiety, and has agreed to become the little girl/submissive to a couple she's supposed to call Mommy and Daddy, who are in their early/late thirties. ADDITIONAL WARNING: As mentioned in the warning tags above, this chapter has a hint of dubcon, maybe even a tad noncon. Mommy is a bit more hands-on with Pumpkin this time, and while consent isn't given officially, remember: this is fiction and it's all part of the strange mixture of dom/sub/caregiver/little/BDSM-inspired relationship dynamics monster I created here. Pumpkin is fine, she likes it, do not worry about her!

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Your stomach churned a little when you watched Mommy. Sitting beside you, her hand still warm between your legs, she looked out of the window of the car, smiling softly. Somehow it wasn't her usual smile. There was something dark about it. You probably shouldn't have mentioned Daddy. But you couldn't help it, he was on your mind, if you wanted to or not.

And Mommy taking you to a sex shop run by a tall, gorgeous woman with a voice that rivaled Daddy's low timbre (not to mention the apparently giant cock hiding under her tight skirt), hadn't made it any easier to forget about him. Though that little vibrator moment had been a nice break from thinking for a while.

It was confusing, to say the least, to have to balance between giving Mommy and Daddy equal amounts of your attention. For the longest time in your life, you had thought you were only attracted to men, despite the few experiments with your girl friends, but now that Mommy was a part of your existence and with all the things she'd done to and with you already, your mind was in proper shambles, and figuring out who you were attracted to more was difficult.

But then again: did you have to choose? No. They made it pretty clear that they wanted to share you, and while you thought neither of them had a problem with that, you did catch some strange looks from Mommy since you agreed to be their little girl. Was she jealous? She shouldn't be, you liked her just the same, or so you thought. But looking back, it did seem a little unfair.

She had been the one to pluck you off the street, to give you food, to invite you into their home, to offer you a new chance in life. And the first thing you did when you saw Daddy for the first time was completely forget about her. And then after that long shopping and makeover day with her, where she'd done everything to make you feel good about yourself, you came back to the house and fell right into Daddy's arms, ignoring her all over again.

Then there was the night you spent together, when you woke up with her wrapped around you, both of you naked, and you still had no idea what had happened – and instead of figuring it out, asking her about it, you let Daddy whisk you away into the shower and later into the woods, forgetting about the instance quickly.

You felt bad. You never intended to treat her any less, and maybe it hadn't been entirely your fault, but you felt as if you could have done more, throw yourself into her arms, cling to her, show her affection instead of Daddy, or at least equal amounts.

Inhaling deeply, you looked down at her hand nudged between your legs, unmoving, warm, a gentle pressure to your core. The motion was hesitant, but eventually, you placed your hand on top of hers, spreading your legs a little more. You looked at her, waiting for her to meet your gaze, and when she did, there was a bit of surprise on her beautiful face.

Before you could figure out what to say or do, though, the car rolled into a stop, and Mommy looked away again, pulling her hand from beneath yours.

“We're here,” she said and unbuckled first your and then her seat belt, motioning you to follow her. You climbed out of the car after her, your legs a little shaky. She held her hand out and you grabbed it quickly, still watching her, hoping to convey how sorry you were. For what exactly you weren't sure, you couldn't really name it, it was just a heavy feeling in your guts.

But she didn't really acknowledge you long enough for you to steer any kind of conversation into that direction, she just pulled you along, towards an unassuming door on the back of a large brick building. Right, the Pet Cafe, she had called it. There was a small electronic display mounted to the wall, and she held up her watch to it. A beep sounded and the heavy metal door opened with a hiss.

She quickly pulled you through it, closing it behind you. But instead of following the long, dimly lit hallway deeper into the belly of the building, she stopped, finally looking at you. There was a strange expression on her face, a sinister smile and a glint in her eyes.

“I have a challenge for you, mi amor,” she said quietly, pushing her hand into her purse.

You watched her nervously, a sudden throb crashing through your core as she retrieved the pink vibrator. She rubbed it between her hands, then held it out to you on her palm. You frowned.

“I want you to hold this for me for the rest of the day,” she told you, tilting her head. Your eyes flicked from hers down to the item, and when you reached out to touch it, she chuckled softly. “But not with your hands, silly.”

You stared back at her, confusion washing over you. It took you a long moment to realize what she wanted from you. She took your hand and placed the toy onto it, her fingers gliding along its egg-shaped form down to the thick tail with the little button at the end.

“I want you to get used to having something in your pretty pussy, baby. It's completely natural, nothing weird about it. I know you can do it,” she cooed, rolling the vibe on your palm. “Come on, stick it in.”

Your eyes widened. Panic surged through you. Here? Wherever here was, but it felt too public to do something like this. And in front of her? Sure, she'd had her fingers in your cunt before, had seen you naked on multiple occasions, but somehow her scrutinizing gaze felt different now. A little condescending, challenging, cruel. You swallowed hard.

And it wasn't just the thought of having something inside you, but to use your own fingers to do so felt a lot stranger than you'd imagined. You took a shuddering breath and curled your fingers around the toy, turning it between them, aligning it just right. It wasn't particularly big or long, but you knew you'd feel it, you felt it before after all.

Throwing a last glance at Mommy, you pulled your dress up with your free hand and nudged your panties to the side just enough. It was a very awkward position, so you had to spread your legs and bend your knees a little, leaning over yourself (making it even more awkward) to fulfill Mommy's wish (but the strangest thing was that you didn't question it once or even tried to protest, you just did it, because she said so).

With your heart beating in your throat, you pushed the rounded toy between your labia until your cunt gave way and swallowed the object, sucking it in lazily. You gave it another nudge to push it further, and a shudder crashed through you. Holding onto the tail that was sticking out of you now, you straightened up, biting your lip as you looked at Mommy.

Instead of praising you, she stepped in and suddenly turned you around, a hand on your back as she made you bend over. You felt her flip up your dress, exposing your rear before she pulled down your panties. “Mommy!” you whined quietly, trying to squirm away, your hands braced on the wall.

“Stay still,” she ordered, her voice harsher than before.

You froze immediately, breathing harder, your eyes watering. She felt between your legs and grabbed the toy's tail, pulling it back, the vibrator shifting inside you. When she clicked the button a few times, you flinched badly and had to force yourself to remain where you were, your heart thundering inside your chest as the vibrations pulsed through you.

She amped it up all the way, a steady buzz deep inside you, but instead of letting go and readjusting your panties, she rubbed the thicker end of the tail between your ass cheeks, and then –

“Mommy, no!” you shrieked when she pressed the silicone against your puckered hole. “Not there, please!” you wailed.

But she didn't listen, just pushed harder against your tight muscles. You wanted to sink into the floor, shame crashing over you, a strange pressure and pain surging into your shaking limbs, as well as an unfamiliar tingle that didn't feel as bad but still embarrassing to admit to.

She had one arm around your stomach, holding you against her, her legs keeping yours in place. She kept prodding, a soft sigh escaping her. “What a tight bum you have,” she whispered. “I can't wait to fully stretch you out.”

You shivered, fighting tears now. A croaked squeak slipped from your throat when she eventually managed to push the other end of the vibe into your ass. You didn't want to think about it, not register the strange feeling. It wasn't big by any means, but it didn't belong there, it felt wrong. Your muscles clenched around it, as did your cunt around the vibrator.

She rubbed her hand between your ass cheeks before giving one of them a gentle slap that made you shriek and flinch. Then she leaned down to pull your panties back up, adjusting them so the toy wouldn't be able to slip out.

Her hands rested on your waist then as she leaned over you, brushing her lips against your neck. “My good girl, so brave, do you think you can handle this, hm?”

You swallowed, blinked away a few tears. “Yes, Mommy,” you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to ignore the constant buzz and clenching of your muscles, the subtle weight of the object inside you. As humiliating as this felt, you had to do it for her, wanted to do it for her. You owed her this much, and more.

She helped you straighten up and fixed your dress, rubbing her hands along your sides. “Come take a few steps,” she offered, holding out her hand.

You took it and moved, but as soon as you did, you felt a strange sensation, the toy rubbing inside you, both ends pulling onto each other, shifting and nudging against you.

“Just hold onto it, I know you can do it,” she said softly, leading you a few more steps down the hallway. “Keep it nice and tight down there. Yes, like that, good, look at you go, you're doing it.”

Her praise helped a little, and you realized it wasn't as bad. Your panties sat snug enough to keep the item in place, so you didn't have to fear for it to slip out. You tried to focus onto easing your breathing and your rapidly beating heart, and once you reached the end of the hallway, you walked a little bit more normal again.

Your eyes fell onto a sign on the wall. The Pet Cafe. Oh, you'd forgotten about that. Now, you didn't know what you expected (maybe one of those cafes full of cats and dogs and other animals considered pets?), but it surely wasn't a large room nestled into a windowless building with dim lights, filled with tables and chairs and couches – mostly occupied by a bunch of half-naked girls.

After opening the unassuming door, Mommy pulled you into the cafe, and you couldn't help but stare, the buzzing toy inside you suppressed for now. There were girls, of all shapes and sizes, in black leather masks that covered only their eyes and foreheads, with large bunny ears, pointy cat ears, floppy dog ears. They were wearing shiny high heels, black stockings and garter belts, lacy bras that barely covered anything. Thick leather bands adorned their necks. Their hair was done up in twin tails or little buns on the side of their heads.

And as your eyes raked over them when they walked about carrying trays of drinks or food, you noticed they all had tails, some long and bushy, some thin or thick, some fluffy balls of white fur – and they sat right between their ass cheeks. The little nub in your own ass twitched as you clenched your muscles around it, realizing they were wearing butt plugs – and no underwear, their smooth sexes exposed to the air around them.

Heat crashed into your face, and you were glad the lighting was so low. You pressed closer to Mommy, who squeezed your hand and looked at you with a smile. You tried to focus on her, somehow impressed by how many niche sex-related establishments she knew and frequented. Before you could ask her about it, a bunny girl approached you, bowing deep as Mommy turned her attention to her.

“Welcome back, Mistress,” she said quietly. “What can I do for you today?”

You frowned at the name the girl had given your Mommy, but you were also no longer surprised by much anymore. Apparently she was a regular in this place.

“Hello Bunbun,” she greeted the girl, reaching out a hand to gently grab her chin and squeeze it. The girl smiled, blinking behind her mask. “I'd like a table in the back, a coffee and a water, and tell Kitty to come over with the Long Boy.”

“Will do, Mistress, please follow me,” the girl named Bunbun said and bowed her head again, her long leather ears flopping down at the motion, before she slipped from Mommy's grip with another smile, clicking away on her high heels, her hips swaying, the little pompom tail bouncing between her round ass cheeks.

You stared after her, still quite confused about whatever was going on. Mommy squeezed your hand and pulled you along as you followed the half-naked girl to the back of the room, where a small table was settled between a brick wall covered in ivy and an intricate partition screen. Two chairs faced each other. You were motioned to one, the other was pulled out for Mommy. She sat down with a smile and nodded at Bunbun, who excused herself to prepare the order.

You sat down slowly, fully aware of the toy inside you again. At first it felt weird, your body weight pushing the buzzing object deeper, but you soon adjusted, trying to ignore the constant vibrations and the way your muscles wouldn't stop clenching. But you still couldn't help shifting on your seat, your thighs trembling a little. You focused on Mommy on the other side of the round table, who had crossed her legs and tapped her long fingernails on the wooden tabletop, watching you a little impassively, with only a tiny spark of amusement twinkling in her dark eyes.

Only a few minutes later, Bunbun came back carrying a tray with a coffee cup and a tall water, setting both down on the table. Behind her stood another girl, one with a cat mask and a long black tail hanging down between her legs. She was rather short, maybe even shorter than you, had long black hair in tight braids framing her half-hidden face. She had her hands behind her back, holding something you couldn't see.

Before the bunny girl left, she bowed her head, seemingly waiting for something. “Take Kitty's tail, Bunbun,” Mommy said quietly, while you watched the scene with confused interest. Bunbun walked around the other girl who bent over a little, and you heard a little exhale when one girl pulled at the other girl's tail, the plug (a rather big one, long and wide, now that you thought about it) dangling off the other side.

They had to walk around with those things up their butts? You shivered just thinking about it, feeling the tiny nub pressed into your own, which already felt like too much. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you kept observing the girls. Bunbun bowed again, walking away with the cat girl's tail in her hand, while the girl in the cat mask knelt down in front of Mommy, her head bowed as well, the object she'd held behind her back now resting on her lap. You still couldn't quite see what it was from this angle.

It was a strange sight, this kneeling girl, so obedient, yet so provocative in her lingerie, but Mommy acted as if it was the most normal thing in the world. She also seemed rather familiar with the girls to begin with. You watched her – flinching when she suddenly met your gaze, the twinkle back in her eyes.

“Give Kitty your panties, mi amor,” she told you, and you stared at her, all color draining from your face as something cold settled in your stomach.

“What?” you gasped.

“You heard me, baby,” she said pointedly, her smile faltering a little.

“But –”

She cleared her throat, her eyes narrowing and darkening as she fixated you, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Do as I tell you,” she said quietly.

The cold spread through your limbs, while heat shot into your eyes as tears welled up inside them. You'd never seen Mommy like this, so dominant, so demanding, so not caring or nice or gentle. It was strange and hurt deep inside you, but it also made your cunt clench around the buzzing toy, and before you knew it, you shifted on your seat, awkwardly pulling your panties down your legs, ignoring the tear rolling down your cheek.

Once you bunched up the fabric in your fist, the girl with the cat ears turned to you, shuffling on her knees, holding out one hand. You couldn't look at her, just dropped your underwear into her palm and stared back down at your hands clenched around the hem of your dress. You still noticed how the girl shoved your panties under the lace of her bra.

“Turn around, Kitty,” Mommy said, making you look up. The girl did as she was told, shuffling on the floor, half hidden under the table, her backside to Mommy, her head close to your knee. As she turned, she handed the object back to Mommy, who placed it fully visible on the table next to her coffee cup. Your eyes widened as you stared at it.

It was a large silicone dildo, long and black, a double-ended one, both ends shaped like the head of a cock. You swallowed dryly at the sight of it. Under the table, Kitty, the girl with the cat ears, shuffled into position, and when you suddenly felt her hands on your knees, gently but firmly pulling them apart, you scooted back in your chair that scraped loudly over the floor before standing up awkwardly.

“Mi amor,” Mommy addressed you with a sigh. “Behave, okay? Be a good girl now. Let Kitty do her job. You'll enjoy it, don't worry.”

You stared at her with wide eyes, unable to process her words. “I... no! I... I don't understand... what... what is going on? What is this place? Why –”

“Breathe, baby girl, relax,” she said, leaning over the table to touch your shoulder and push you back into your chair with an unfamiliar force. You slumped down, a little twitch crashing through you as you put pressure on the toy stuck inside you. “This is the Pet Cafe, and these are my pets. These girls work for me, they can make the best cup of coffee in town and their little tongues can do wonders, believe me. A good place to wind down and relax and let your worries behind. I thought you'd appreciate it...”

You furrowed your eyebrows, still struggling to understand. The girl named Kitty moved closer, her hands once more finding your knees, this time she really grabbed them, keeping you in place. You stared down at her, finding her eyes behind her mask.

“It'll be alright,” she whispered barely audible. “I won't hurt you.”

“B-but... do... do you really... want this? Why are you doing this?” you mouthed back.

Kitty smiled. “I do want this, I love it. There's nothing better than dipping my tongue into a sweet cunt, and yours looks so pretty...”

You looked away, your whole face aflame by now. She pressed between your legs, spreading them further, her eyes raking over your mound. You felt exposed and very uncomfortable. The sheer amount of people staring at your crotch over the last days was really concerning. And yet you couldn't help the heat settling low in your stomach, the tension, the clenching of your muscles around the toy. It was wrong, it felt wrong, but you couldn't deny feeling very aroused by it also.

Your wavering gaze returned to Mommy, who had shifted on her chair, her long legs, still crossed, turned to the side while she slid her hand up and down the long dildo. You tried to relax into your own chair, muttering a weak “Okay”, letting the girl between your legs do her thing, whatever that was. Your hands clenched around the edge of the table, your chest rising and falling faster.

You flinched badly when you felt Kitty's warm tongue on the inside of your thigh, a wet sensation that slowly traveled higher until she licked a long stroke up your entire slit. You whimpered under the sensation, squeezing your eyes closed.

“It's alright, baby, let it happen,” Mommy whispered.

You nodded, not daring to open your eyes just yet. The girl between your legs continued, her hands rubbing up and down your thighs as she licked and lapped at your cunt, soft hums and moans vibrating against you. And somehow the doubts dissipated, your head emptying as all you felt was her warm tongue and gentle licks. Your eyelids fluttered open, and you met Mommy's soft smile.

“Good girl,” she mused, watching you closely, occasionally taking a sip from her coffee. The hand that held the dildo had vanished under the table, and when you felt Kitty gasping against your crotch, you had an idea of where it had disappeared into. A deep shudder crashed through you. Mommy moved her hand, gave a push, and that push sent the girl into you with a groan.

Between licking you and getting impaled by a long dildo, she fumbled her mask off her face, allowing her to fully press it between your legs, her nose rubbing at your hooded clit as she pressed her lips against your labia, her tongue lapping along your entrance, teasing at the toy stuck inside you. You felt her teeth scraping over the silicone, tugging on it, the constant buzz only one of many sensations crashing over you.

This is so bizarre, you thought between quietly mewling and struggling to stay still on your chair. How did you end up in a strange kink cafe full of naked girls wearing butt plugs, with one of them licking at your cunt, while Mommy was playing with the girl's ass? What wrong turn did you take to get here? Was it a wrong turn or was it just unfamiliar, a world you never knew existed? As if becoming the little girl of a man and a woman you were supposed to call Mommy and Daddy wasn't unusual enough.

But you kept being pushed further, deeper onto the dark side of life, experiencing things you'd always considered somewhat forbidden and depraved and taboo and uncalled for. From kissing a woman to having her finger you in the shower, to a man rubbing his cock between your labia and giving him a handjob after, to visiting a sex shop and having a vibe in your cunt, you ended up with a girl crouching under the table eating you out as if she'd been starved her whole life.

It was more than bizarre! But there was one thing that connected all those acts of supposed debauchery: whatever happened, you had felt lighter, it had been easier to breathe, your mind had been silenced while pleasure had flooded your senses. They might have spiked your anxiety, but they also pushed it aside again, distracting you. Making you feel better, at least in the moment. And wasn't that what mattered? What Mommy and Daddy had set out to do? Help you get better?

They might have unconventional methods that your innocent little brain had trouble comprehending, but somehow it worked, didn't it? And once you were past that awkward threshold of shame and humiliation, it felt... good. And the lines blurred, and it didn't matter whose tongue was lapping up your wetness, whose eyes raked your flushed face, where you were and how you ended up here.

All you felt was warmth and bliss, spreading over your exposed skin, as your eyes rolled back and you slipped down on your chair, pressing harder against the face between your legs, your hands tight around the edge of the table. A moan slipped from your trembling lips, your whole body aflame. Kitty licked firmer, faster, suckling on your lower lips before she moved up and lapped at your clit, nudging it out of hiding until it was throbbing and pulsing, and you felt as if you could explode from within.

And then her finger poked at the toy inside you, the motion causing it to slip from your ass, your tense muscles clenching and unclenching in rhythm to your rapidly beating heart. The vibrations grew more intense as she pressed it deeper into your fluttering cunt, her finger guiding it against that spot that made you see stars dancing at the edge of your vision. Like Mommy, she held the vibe there until you shuddered and flinched and came with a drawn-out sigh, rocking against Kitty's face as she continued sucking on your clit.

You felt your hips stuttering, more wetness seeping out of you that she eagerly licked up, moaning into your core as she did so. You succumbed to the pleasure, a boneless thing on your chair, barely able to stay upright. Her hands found your waist, pushing you back a little, holding you up. Her face remained between your legs, licking and sucking and lapping and nibbling, her labored breaths hot against your sensitive skin.

“That's enough, Kitty,” sounded Mommy's voice in your ears, through the fog in your head, and you lazily opened your eyes, licking your lips, feeling warm and cozy under the girl's ministrations. Kitty gave you one last stroke of her tongue before she leaned back, looking up at you with a shy smile, her lips glistening in your juices. You smiled back even more timid, mouthing a quiet “Thank you” that made her smile grew wider. She nodded at you and put her mask back onto her head, slowly crawling out from under the table.

But she remained with her raised backside to Mommy, bowing down until her forehead rested on her folded arms, and you noticed the long black dildo poking out of her ass, halfway disappearing inside. Still hazy from your orgasm and the overall experience, you watched a little confused as Mommy grabbed the dildo and pulled it out, leaving the girl's hole gaping for a moment before she clenched it shut again.

“Watch, mi amor, look what a body is capable of, what your body will be capable of soon enough,” she told you, and you blinked your eyes into focus when she pressed the tip of the dildo back against Kitty's sphincter before her muscles gave way and swallowed up the long toy.

She pushed and pushed further, and it sank deeper and deeper, the whole thing, vanishing inside the girl's small body. How is this even possible, you wondered, vehemently ignoring the implication of having to endure this yourself one day, but watching Kitty, she seemed rather relaxed, a little tilt to her hips, a slight arch to her back, goosebumps rippling over her skin, but otherwise she showed no reaction to having an entire dildo (that must have been at least ten inches long, maybe longer?) pressed into her ass.

Mommy gave the last inch a little nudge with her finger, and you watched in growing horror how the girl's hole clenched shut after the last of the thick dildo vanished inside her. Mommy rubbed her hand over Kitty's rear, before pulling her up and into a standing position. The girl stumbled a little on her high heels but quickly regained her composure, standing straight, chest out, and you could see a little dent in her otherwise flat stomach, a bulge, and it must be the dildo trying to find space inside her.

Your cunt clenched in a mixture of dread and arousal. Mommy pulled the girl onto her lap, rubbing her belly. “See? Isn't it marvelous?” she whispered, looking past Kitty at you. “One day, you'll feel this too, cariño. How does it feel, Kitty?” she asked the girl, who blushed deeply, shifting on Mommy's leg.

“Full but so good, Mistress,” she replied, her voice a hoarse whisper. “Thank you for stuffing me so full.”

Mommy laughed. “Anytime, my dear pet. Do you want to keep it in for the rest of your shift?”

You saw the tiniest of hesitations on Kitty's half-hidden face, a little tension in her shoulders, but then she smiled bravely. “If you allow it, Mistress.”

“I will,” Mommy said, rubbing the girl's arm before she nudged her to stand again. “Bunbun!” she then called, and the bunny girl came by so fast you suspected she had been waiting right behind the partition screen.

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Kitty's tail?” Mommy asked, holding out her hand.

The cat girl stood quite stiff beside her, and you watched her breathing a little rougher, her stomach fluttering, that bulge looking more and more uncomfortable. You couldn't imagine it to feel good to be filled like that. Up the ass no less. Where did that thing even go, up her guts? You didn't want to think too much about it, but you still flinched when Kitty gave a quiet wince as Mommy pushed her forward to bend over, folding her in half while pressing the plug part of her cat tail against her tight hole.

A muffled gasp escaped the girl when the older woman pressed the big plug into her, nudging the dildo a few inches further. You cringed in sympathy. Once the plug sat snug between her ass cheeks, the long black tail swinging slightly between her legs, Mommy gave her a soft slap, making her stumble a little.

“Good pet, go and get your reward,” she told her, and while you thought she'd be allowed to finally leave and do whatever, Kitty went down on her knees again and crawled back under the table.

You let out a surprised shriek when she returned to the place between your legs, her mouth back at your cunt, but instead of licking you once more, you felt her tugging at the vibrator, and you shifted slightly, lifting your hips when she pulled the thing out of you, the buzzing louder now that it was exposed to the air again. You watched her with a frown when she closed her lips around the egg-shaped object (glistening in your juices), before her hand moved up to click the button at the end to turn it off.

Then she scooted back and stood up, the pink toy firmly between her teeth, its thick tail hanging out of her mouth like the tail of a mouse she had just caught. It was a fitting image, but it was still weird to you. As you slumped down in your chair, pressing your thighs together, you watched her bowing to Mommy, who nodded at her and waved her away, and you looked after the poor girl, how her butt plug tail swooshed left and right, how the long dildo deep in her ass made her walk a little stiffly.

Swallowing, you looked back at the woman across from you, your heart beating faster. “Drink your water, baby,” she told you, and you reached for the water glass you had ignored until now, gulping it down eagerly. She watched you as she finished her coffee. “How do you feel?” she then asked.

You put the empty glass down, licking your lips. “A little awkward,” you confessed.

“Why?”

“Well, I... hmm,” you hummed, trying to find the words. “I've never been to a... a place like this... where everybody's so... open... about anything... s-sexual...” you stammered out in the end.

Mommy chuckled softly. “Welcome to my world,” she mused. “But you don't have to feel awkward about it. All these girls are here on their own free will, they want to wear their masks and collars and tails, they want to eat their customers' cunts, and trust me, they love having things up their bums.”

You pursed your lips, looking away for a moment.

“I'm sorry I sprang this on you without asking first,” she then said, leaning onto the table, closer to you. “But if I would have asked you, you'd have said no, right? Because you didn't know any better. Listen, mi amor, I'm not doing this to humiliate you, I want you to feel better about yourself, among other things. This is to silence your bothersome mind, to push those doubts away, to focus on something more primal. Didn't it feel nice when Kitty licked your little pussy? Didn't she do a good job?”

You inhaled sharply, averting your eyes, a new wave of heat crashing into your face. “Well, yes... but...”

Mommy clicked her tongue. “I know it's all still strange to you, I get it. But one day you'll see the benefits of letting go, of letting it happen, of being free...” She sighed deeply, leaning back. “I want you to be free, baby girl, and I want you to know that pleasure is all around you, and it's not just Daddy and me who can give it to you.”

She stood up then, extending her hand towards you. You grabbed it and stood as well, realizing then that Kitty still had your panties stuffed in her bra. You'd probably never see them again. At least the vibrator was gone too, so it was only your own wetness seeping down your legs that felt a little uncomfortable. Rubbing your thighs together, you walked a few steps until Mommy pulled you against her side.

“Let's go home now, hm, cariño? Maybe I can show you how to use your new toys before dinner,” she mused with a laugh, leading you out of the cafe, past the half-naked girls carrying trays or crouching under tables, entertaining the other guests. Only women, sitting in the shadows, as you noticed just now. What a strange establishment. And it was Mommy's?

But somehow you knew that this might not have been the weirdest thing you'd learn about your new caregivers.

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End notes: And now we may have the connection to Forgetful: is Mommy secretly Mistress? Maybe? Maybe not? Maybe she's just another dominant woman inspired by her? That's up to you, I kept it vague on purpose.

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[maiko-coy]

So, that happened.

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

Alternative ending for the game - instead of killing almost everyone, Angel is able to save all of them, bringing them outside. Authorities arrive soon after, and Angel drags all the toys to a nearby hospital in order to patch them up.

It's found family time.

[deich-was-here]

Yooo I come back with more doodles! Mommy is also fun to draw!!! No necks were broken btw

And a ref to old post with yarnaby from main acc hhh (and yes that bite did hurt a lot..nothing like a few bandages would not fix)

I'm slowly losing ideas oo hyperfixation is dying sooo maybe I should make a small ask or smth. Ask oc or anything else, I'll try to poorly answer lol

[zoe-oneesama]

Gross, she thinks you're the GABRIEL in your relationship.

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[rainbow-neko-artblog]

Will the angel's playtime au continue with the release of the new chapter or?

THE HIATUS IS OVERRRRR!!!

I have plans now for how I want to continue the AU. As a word of warning: I'm true to my word. I didn't like a lot of the twists that Chapter 4 gave au so I WILL be changing them. Fuck the Ollie thing specifically. Hate that shit. So stupid and predictable.

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[zillychu]

hey, when danny said he liked space, do you think...

[rqaszoba]

Humanized designs wip posting

[idodka]

college au or sorts

they hate eachother but they want eachother so baaaddd. worlds most basic fucking au

fujoing out

[mossangelll]

Out of all the arcane sugar daddies/mommies: who do you think are most likely to fall/want a relationship with their sugar baby🤔

OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR ASKING THIS!!! honestly thinking of starting a series based on this concept - it’s so fun ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

based on this work!

cw: mentions of sex

Caitlyn

Cait is very repressed when it comes to relationships. I mentioned in a previous work that her childhood was probably a bit devoid of affection in the sense that she wasn’t treated so much as a child but as a future heir who had to be perfect which definitely contributes to this complex. This isn’t to say her parents didn’t love her, they definitely did, but they did instil these impossible expectations that leached over into her love life and the expectations she has for herself and her future partner. I mean, the whole reason she went on a sugar baby site was because she dedicates her whole life to work and pushes aside love. This isn’t because she doesn’t want it, quite the opposite - she wants it badly but knows that whoever she chooses has to live up to her family’s expectations and come to terms that for Cait, the Kiramman house will always come first.

This is why Cait opts for a “no strings attached” arrangement because in her mind, this is the best outcome she can hope for. Someone to keep the loneliness at bay while she focuses on what’s important. That is until she meets you and gets to truly know you as a person; it goes from a simple dinner date to her buying you a penthouse - she’s down bad.

Her friends warn her that you’re just a gold digger, that this isn’t a long-term arrangement and that she deserves someone of a higher standing. She couldn’t care less. You truly get her, not the version of her who is the genius heir to an important family, but the version of her who wants to chase her own dreams and simply slow down. Being with you doesn’t feel like a societal obligation or an

She would agonise over how to tell you that she wants more from you, from the both of you. Cait is definitely the kind of person who gets unbelievably sappy after sex and so she can’t help but whisper out those three important words when she thinks you’re asleep. Except you’re not. When she realises, she freaks out and ditches your place 😭 She basically goes into hiding for a week as she works out what exactly the next step is and how she should approach the situation.

You’re hurt that she would leave you, especially since you were just about to say “I love you” back so with the help of your friends you refuse to contact her first, and she’s hurt since you haven’t contacted her and it makes her wonder if maybe her friends were right and you didn’t really care about her. Two idiots in love. Eventually, Cait comes to her senses and visits your penthouse with a a bouquet of those flowers that last a whole year without wilting. A show of her immense love for you.

Needless to say you’re beyond happy that you’ve finally reunited and from that moment on you two are official, society and familial expectations be damned.

Jayce

Oh Jayce.

Another one who is inexperienced when it comes to love and serious, committed relationships. Again, he focused a lot of time on his research and didn’t have the time for anything more than short flings and hookups.

At first he genuinely isn’t looking for anything serious with you, he has work and friends to keep him occupied enough. It would take a while before he starts to view you in a more romantic, genuine way since building a deep bond is very important to him. But when he does realise? He doesn’t want to let you go.

You two had agreed that you weren’t exclusive, but after many months of seeing each other, he had stopped going on dates with others and had to suffer in excruciating silence when you talked to him about someone you had a nice time with last night. It was his fault for asking, but can you blame him - he needs to scope out the competition! Because of this he ends up coming across a bit petulant, starting petty arguments with you as if you were cheating even though it was clearly agreed there were no strings attached.

You can only tolerate so much of this behaviour though. After all, you have an obligation to go on dates with him when he pays, but it’s hard to enjoy your time when he’s practically interrogating you on your date last night. So, you put an end to this as soon as possible, you do like Jayce a lot and can’t stomach being in this weird, uncomfortable limbo with him. It’s nerve wracking for sure, asking out a chancellor, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world when you see the way his eyes light up and his jaw drops, revealing his ever-so-slightly gapped teeth. Being able to reduce such a big man to a puddle of shock is quite exciting.

From then on, he uses every excuse and chance he has to slip in the fact you’re his girlfriend into the most unrelated conversations. He’s ridiculous 😭

It’s a bit awkward because as a chancellor, people talk and talk they did when they caught onto the fact that you were his sugar baby. But you’re his now and he does not tolerate people speaking ill of you or what you used to do in the past. None of that matters, especially not now that you’ve confessed your love for each other!

The moment you come to him with tears in your eyes over nasty comments (sure, you’ve built a thick skin over the years but nothing compares to the cattiness of rich aristocrats) he is finding that person and having words. Or, if he wants to create a more lasting impact, he uses his connections to bad talk the person and limit the job opportunities they get with members of the council.

Despite taking a little longer to realise his feelings compared to the other two, he would be the quickest out of them all to propose. Now that he knows that you’re the love of his life, more important than even his hextech, he doesn’t want to wait any longer to solidify your relationship and show the world the scope of your love <3

Vander

Vander is older than you which complicates your relationship from the get-go; no matter how much he yearns for for something more than this arrangement, it feels wholly inappropriate. Just the thought of meeting your parents, people closer in age to him than he is to you, makes him wince.

Still, it doesn’t stop him from acting more like your boyfriend more than just some guy who spoils you in return for your time. He picks you and your friends up from the club, gives you back rubs when you complain about a long day of work, even gossips with you about random celebrities he knows nothing about. He is sooooo whipped he practically has heart eyes whenever he so much as thinks about you. He admires everything about you and sometimes the doubt weighs down on him - you’re perfect in his eyes and it makes him believe that if he wasn’t essentially paying you to be with him, you wouldn’t have looked twice at him.

In this situation, he is so hopeless you would have to be the one to reach out to him and ask for a serious relationship. He would be taken aback, sure he knows he’s attractive but wouldn’t you want someone your own age? Someone you wouldn’t feel ashamed being with openly? Once he gets over all his fears and doubts this guy goes all out - he’s in love! Every time you guys get intimate, he can’t help but call it “making love” since now it’s something special that truly means a lot to you both.

Expect to be spoiled™️ when it’s time for holidays such as valentines and christmas. He doesn’t even expect anything from you, your presence is a gift enough for him, but if you do get him something (especially a well-thought out gift that shows how much you care) this man is bear hugging you with tears in his eyes. He is beyond ecstatic that he found his special someone, even if it happened in a very unorthodox way :’)

special mentions: jinx, viktor

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[kingzombear]

UUUGH crazy women w knives are my weaknessss 🥴 These kinda aus take me OUT I'd be no better than Rag's gay ass here TBHHHH

@spitinsideme hope u like it hon <3

[animasola86]

LOST & FOUND 🫂 CH10

Daddy waits for you to come back from your adventures with Mommy, and he's not happy... but neither is Mommy. Can you help reconcile the two?

soft!Daddy!dom x Mommy!domme x little girl!reader

WARNINGS: F!Reader insert. Explicit language. Mommy/Daddy kink. Dd/Md/lg dynamics. Dom/sub undertones. Pet names. Aftercare talk with Daddy. Hurt/Comfort. Jealousy? Fluff. Is kissing considered smut? (More notes under the cut!)

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A/N: RECAP: Reader (we call her Pumpkin) is in her 20s, has hair and female genitalia, suffers from depression and anxiety, and has agreed to become the little girl/submissive to a couple she's supposed to call Mommy and Daddy, who are in their early/late thirties. (I now have Pinterest boards - if you'd like some visuals/moodboards to your reading! This one made by a lovely reader, and this one that I made. Enjoy!)Daddy POV incoming, by the way!

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Noah paced the living room, stealing glances at his watch more often than he cared to admit. He felt antsy. Isabella wasn't back yet, but his biggest concern centered around you. He'd known she would take you on another Girls' Day Out, but if he'd known she would take you to that little cafe of hers, he would have whisked you away again. (Maybe calling her driver hadn't been the best idea, sometimes ignorance is bliss, but he was too worried to not ask around where you were.)

Isabella's collection of pets had always irked him, how she kept pulling in more and more girls for her nasty little schemes, even convincing some of his former subs to join the ranks, it felt a little bit like betrayal. But maybe he just didn't like it because he was never allowed inside. Female-only. What a waste. He understood the wish for safety and to be amongst themselves, but it all felt a little excessive. His worst fear now was that she had lured you in as well.

You were supposed to be their little girl, not another pawn to entertain the bored housewife from next door. He hoped she didn't make you do anything you didn't want. You'd only been with them for what, three days now? It must already be so overwhelming for you, partly because of him as well, but to see behind Isabella's friendly facade so quickly might be too much for you.

He'd been surprised how quickly she had adjusted to being nice and caring, a side of her he hadn't seen often, but she'd grown into her role of Mommy so fast, it had been quite impressive. Now she only had to stick to it, a trait she wasn't particularly known for. The woman could switch faces faster than he could blink sometimes. A strange talent, one you hopefully would never get to experience, at least not anytime soon.

If it were up to him, then he'd keep you in your room, hold you in his arms, spend hours, days, weeks in bed with you, and pamper the hell out of you. You wouldn't have to leave the house, unless you wanted to, and he wouldn't subject you to tiring shopping trips or beautification marathons or anything else unsettling to you. He just wanted to cuddle. And fuck. And cuddle some more. To make you feel better, to ease your worries. And because he couldn't get enough of you.

He was just rounding the kitchen island for the umpteenth time when he heard the click of the lock. You're back! Quickly crossing the kitchen, he entered the foyer the moment Isabella pulled you into the house after her, behind her the driver laden with large bags. She met Noah's gaze, fighting an eye-roll he was sure, while he forced himself to wait by the stairs, giving you space, waiting for you to come to him.

But you didn't come. You stood a little awkwardly next to Isabella, chewing on your lip, your cheeks flushed, your eyes flickering over to him, but then focusing on the floor beneath your feet. He frowned and waited, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched your Mommy instruct the driver to bring the bags upstairs, before she looked at you, caressed your blooming cheek and nodded. And only then would you walk towards him, your head bowed, looking at him from under your lashes.

He relaxed, smiling softly as you approached. “Hello, Daddy,” you whispered, timidly looking up at him.

His arms were around you in no time. “Hey pumpkin, I've missed you,” he cooed into your ear as he lifted you up, hugging you tightly. You squirmed in his hold, before he shifted you, one arm under your rear, your pelvis pressing into his hip, legs falling open, your arms slowly finding the courage to snake around his shoulders. “Did you have a nice day?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, burying your face in the crook of his neck, finally warming up to him again. Whatever Isabella had put you through, it clearly influenced how easy it had been for you to be around him. He sighed, kissing the top of your head.

He held you close, feeling your soft breaths against his skin, when your Mommy chimed in once more. “Three days, Noah,” she told him, staring at him as she started ascending the stairs.

A noise of confirmation left his throat. His eyes searched your bare arms until he saw the band-aid on the right one. Too bad. But he'd already waited three days, he could wait three more until he could finally sink his cock into your tight little cunt, filling you up like he promised you he would, without having to worry about getting you pregnant.

“Did it hurt, pumpkin?” he asked quietly as he carried you into the kitchen, gently setting you down on the counter before he looked down at you with a smile.

You gave him a shrug, but couldn't meet his eyes. “It was okay,” you mumbled.

He carefully rubbed his palm over your arm, feeling the slight bump of the implant under your skin. “My brave girl,” he whispered, leaning down a little. “It'll be all worth it, trust me.” Your lips twitched, even more so when he wrapped his hands around your waist and teased his thumbs against your ribs, coaxing a little giggle out of you as he tickled you.

“Daddy!” you shriek-laughed, squirming against him.

He let go of you and grabbed your face, bending down to capture your parted lips for a quick but intense kiss, the short taste of you not enough to sate his own urges, but a nice preview of what was to come.

“So, what did you and Mommy do today, hm?” he asked nonchalantly, leaning back up, his hands caressing your warm face.

“After the doctor, we had lunch,” you started, pursing your lips as you tried to remember, your cheeks flooding with warmth as you did. “And then we... uh... we went to... Lady Noir.” He raised his eyebrows at that. “And Mommy bought some... things... and then we... we went to... a cafe...”

Keeping it vague, hm? Did she tell you to do so or was it your choice to stay away from the details? Were you too embarrassed to admit you went to a sex shop and a kinky pet cafe? Probably. He wanted to learn more, but he didn't want to push you either. In the end, it didn't matter, you were back now, back in his arms, and tomorrow was his turn again.

“Sounds fun,” he said, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Was it fun?”

You looked up at him, face heating up even more under the gentle rubbing of his thumbs. A slow nod into his hands told him you at least enjoyed yourself a bit, but you did seem a little hesitant about it. Understandable. He couldn't imagine what it must be like for an innocent girl to be dragged into a sex shop and meeting the intimidating owner, and getting to see a bunch of masked and collared girls afterwards.

“Remember, pumpkin, if you ever feel uncomfortable, you have to tell us, okay? You're allowed to say no.” You're not a pet, he wanted to add, but kept it to himself.

You nodded, holding his gaze. “I know, Daddy,” you whispered, giving him a shy smile. He bent down again and pressed his forehead to yours, watching you. Then he felt your fingers brushing against his belt.

“Are you hungry, little one?” he whispered, smirking at you. When you averted your eyes, your cheeks scorching under his hands, he tilted his head and pressed his lips to yours, gently, soft, slow, until it was you who mirrored his motions and took the initiative.

Your hands moved around his waist, holding on, pulling him slightly closer. He felt how you spread your legs and nudged him between them, your feet hooking around the backs of his legs, while your tongue teased at the seam of his lips. He granted you access, one of his hands sliding around your head to hold you in place as the other moved down your side and rubbed along your thigh.

Noah was tongue-deep in your mouth when he paused, the hand on your leg pushed under the hem of your dress, noticing something that made him lean back and look down. You squirmed a little, your hands finding his wrist, but he still managed to pull your dress up to expose your bare cunt.

“Where are your panties, pumpkin?” he breathed against your trembling lips.

You swallowed, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. He watched you and waited for a reply. “I... I... uh, must have forgotten them...” He raised an eyebrow, leaning back a little more, straightening up to tower over you. “I lost them?” you tried again, but he only narrowed his eyes. “I... uh... A girl took them!” you finally blurted out in a strained breath, your hands fidgeting with the hem of your dress.

“A girl took them?” he repeated quietly.

“In the cafe,” you croaked, still not meeting his gaze, highly embarrassed.

“Hmm,” he made, leaning his arms on either side of your hips, bending over you. “What did Mommy do? What did she tell the girls there to do to you?” he then whispered, brushing his nose against yours so you'd look at him. When you did, you blinked quickly, your eyes glistening.

You parted your lips, a little gasp escaping you, before you pressed your mouth shut again, looking away.

“Look at me, baby,” he said quietly. You did, instantly, sending a shiver down his spine. “You can tell me what she did. Or did she tell you to lie? I really don't like liars, pumpkin. I think we should be honest with each other...”

He saw and heard how you swallowed thickly, your lashes fluttering. “Please don't be mad at Mommy,” you then said barely audible. “I don't want you to fight.”

“Oh baby girl,” he sighed and leaned back, running a hand through his hair as he turned away from you, his other hand resting next to your thigh. “I won't be mad, but I need to know if she did something that you didn't like, that made you uncomfortable. She can't do that. That's not how this works!” Slowly he looked back at you. “We're supposed to make you feel better...”

Your hands found his side, small fingers digging into his hip, gripping at the fabric of his shirt. “You do, you do make me feel better, you and Mommy. In your own ways...”

“What did she do, pumpkin?” he asked again, taking a step back, settling between your legs, one hand raised to rub the back of his finger along your cheek.

“She... she asked a girl to... to...” you started, but then shook your head, letting out a frustrated grunt as you looked away. “I can't say it... but... it was okay, Daddy, I didn't not like it, you know? It was different, but it was... good...”

He stared at you, clenching his jaw. “What else?” he asked curtly, his voice a little too sharp. He noticed the flinch but couldn't help his cold demeanor.

“She... she made me... uh... carry a... a... you know...”

“A what?”

“V-vib-vibra...”

“A vibrator?” he helped you out. You nodded, staring at your hands on his waist. “She made you wear a vibrator in public?”

You swallowed, biting your lip. He sighed, fighting the storm raging inside him. Isabella had always been impatient, but this was going too far. She had the right ideas, introducing you to these things, but it was all too fast. You went from being miserable and alone and sexually inexperienced to having a random girl eat your cunt in a public place, wearing a vibe, and whatever else she subjected you to.

He could tell you were loyal to her, and that was a good thing, but she couldn't manipulate you like that. You were taken advantage of, and it wasn't right. He paused, thinking back to how he'd taken advantage of your vulnerable state as well. He hadn't been very patient either, now that he thought about it. Whatever happened in the shower hadn't been planned like that, but it happened, just like the handjob after, the cuddles/dry humping at night. Had he manipulated you too?

But it had been him, your Daddy, who was allowed to do these things to you. While Mommy used foul tricks, letting others work for her, using toys, dragging you to sex shops and kink cafes, subjecting your innocent mind to all those kinds of depravities. What came next? Trying to spank your worries out of you, showing you the full delights of BDSM? He wouldn't let that happen, not anytime soon anyway. Some day, sure, but you had just started your journey into their world, leaving your old one behind. You needed more time.

He closed his eyes and exhaled loudly, before he stepped in and threw his arms around you, hugging you close to his chest. You let out a surprised little squeak, but quickly mirrored the embrace.

“Daddy?” you whispered softly.

“Hm?” he hummed, not wanting to let go.

“It's okay, Daddy,” you said, your hands rubbing over his broad back. “I'm okay.”

He inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils with your sweet scent, calming down slowly. “Of course you are, pumpkin,” he rasped back. “My brave little girl.”

He held you for another moment, before he slowly leaned back, his hands on your arms, a gentle pressure as he looked down at you. You blinked up at him, cheeks flushed, but eyes attentive and warm.

“Listen, baby, there's nothing wrong with vibrators or having your pussy eaten – yeah, I figured that's what happened,” he added when you flinched and looked away. “I know Mommy's favorite places, I know how her beautifully dirty mind works. I was just worried she'd overwhelmed you with all that. It's going way too fast, don't you think?”

“Maybe a little,” you whispered, biting your lip. He moved a hand to your chin, making you look up at him.

“We'll take it slower from here on out, okay?” he said softly. “Cuddles on the couch, cuddles in bed, whatever happens happens, but no more visits to sex shops or letting random people pleasure you! That's mine and Mommy's job, and nobody else's.”

You watched him closely, a shy smile grazing your lips. His fingers curled around your head as he leaned closer, pulling you against him to claim your mouth. “Yes, Daddy,” you breathed into him before he slipped his tongue between your lips, meeting yours, your hands grabbing at his waist as you kissed him back.

He quickly lost track of time as he sank into your sweet taste and scent and feel, his head spinning when he eventually leaned back, resting his forehead on your shoulder. Your arms snaked around his neck, holding him there, your fingers gingerly slipping into his hair. If he looked past the ups and downs, this was exactly what he had wanted. To find comfort in your embrace, to find peace in your innocence.

His arms were tight around your body as he lifted you up, settling you back on his hip. Like a child, his baby, his beautiful baby girl. He moved his hands to hold onto your rear, looking down at you as you met his gaze with big eyes, a shy little smile grazing your swollen lips, your cheeks flushed. He could get lost in you, just looking at you, feeling you, hearing your soft breaths. You were intoxicating.

“Daddy?” you broke the spell, one of your hands rubbing over his cheek, the scratch of his beard loud in his ears.

He blinked his eyes into focus. “Yes, pumpkin?”

“Can we... visit Mommy?” you then asked, biting your lip. “She's all alone upstairs...”

Tilting his head, he shifted you on his hip. “She's probably fine, changing into something more comfortable or taking a shower. Do you want to join her?”

“I...” You looked away, blushing a little more. “That's not...” You exhaled loudly through your nose before you looked back at him. “It's just... I feel a little bad... when I'm... with you, you know? I don't want her to feel left out...”

He frowned. “You think she feels left out? What makes you say that?”

“I mean... like... when I went shopping with her, and to have my... uh... well, when she made me... hm... presentable again? I mean, when I came home after that I went straight to you, completely ignoring her. That's... that's not fair, isn't it?”

Watching you as you stumbled over your words, he felt his jaw clenching. “That's why you hesitated today? To come to me?” he said quietly.

You nodded, averting your gaze. “Sorry, Daddy... I... I don't know how to... well... I want to please both of you... because you're both so good to me... but I don't know how...”

“Shh, it's alright,” he whispered, pulling you closer against him, one arm under your rear, the other holding the back of your head. “Do not stress about that, baby girl. We are all still trying to get the hang of this. We'll find our rhythm, we'll do things together, you and me, you and Mommy, and Mommy, you and me. It's new to us too, you know, to share a pretty girl like you?”

You snuggled into him, your arms tight around his neck, your soft breaths ghosting his skin. “She's not jealous?” you muttered barely audible.

He couldn't help the laugh ripping from his throat. “Oh pumpkin, your Mommy is a very passionate person, she is full of emotions, she may be a little jealous, but she will have to learn to deal with it. It was her idea after all, you know, to get a little girl, to share you with me. We're all in this together. You too have to learn to share us, it may not always be in equal parts, but we'll deal with it, it'll be okay. You will be okay when I spend special time with Mommy, right, baby?”

You leaned your head back, looking at him with a frown. “Special time?”

He smirked. “When I fuck her, pumpkin,” he said, savoring the flinch crashing through your small body. “You are the center of our attention, but before you came to us, we were people with needs too. If that makes you uncomfortable, you have to tell us. We can keep to ourselves, but you can also always join us if you like. Actually, I insist on including you one day, when you're ready.”

Watching the heat wandering into your face was a tad bit too amusing to him. You squirmed a little, licking your lips, unable to meet his eyes.

“Let's ask Mommy what she thinks about that, hm?” he mused quietly, brushing his lips against your temple as he shifted you in his arm, holding you tighter.

“Okay, Daddy,” you whispered, leaning against him as he carried you back into the foyer and up the stairs.

Before they became business partners, Noah and Isabella had been lovers, or rather special friends with benefits, using each other to get off and find peace in the other's body, a foolproof way to ease any kind of tension. Though they soon noticed that they weren't made for a conventional relationship, they still decided to move in together, find a nice house at the edge of town, make it their own.

They both owned it equally, both had their own rooms in opposite wings of the house. They shared the kitchen, living room and one bedroom, previously used for when they needed more than a quick fuck in either of their beds. Somehow that bedroom had turned into their own private 'red room' (despite being decorated in neutral grays and blues), with closets filled with various toys and other accessories he couldn't wait to introduce you to as well. But all in good time.

Your room sat on the other side of the hallway, opposite their shared bedroom, and they had agreed to sleep in your bed as often as you wanted them to. As he carried you along the hallway, he realized they hadn't even given you the grand tour yet, there were more rooms you hadn't seen before, a library, a play room with pool table and dart board, an indoor pool and a gym, the garden with another pool and a hot tub, some other rooms they could turn into anything you liked. So much to discover.

For now he brought you all the way to the left where Isabella's suite was: a bedroom, large ensuite bathroom, even larger walk-in closet, an office, a hobby room, even a little kitchenette. His part of the house looked similar, only he had an additional treadmill facing the garden instead of the lavish creative outlets she had. While his side had muted colors, masculine and minimalist, hers was bright with golden accents and marble, lots of whites and soft yellows and bright oranges, the occasional beige, terracotta floors instead of dark woods. Full of flowers and big plants. It looked airy and inviting, a hint of Latin flair, warm and welcoming.

He rapped his free hand against her door and listened, while you stiffened in his hold. Looking at you, he met your gaze and understood, slowly letting you down. You gave him a soft smile and grabbed his other hand, waiting patiently beside him, so small and cute in your pink sundress. He knocked again, no response.

“Isabella?” he called, waited. There was a shuffle behind the door, and when it opened, Isabella's gaze was dark and tight when she met his.

“What do you –” she started, anger in her voice, but then her eyes flicked to your form beside him, and her features softened instantly. “Cariño?”

“We wanted to visit you, Mommy,” you whispered a little timidly, squeezing Noah's hand.

He squeezed back, then released it, moving his to rest on your back as he gave you a little nudge.

“I was about to take a shower,” Isabella said softly, focusing on you. “Do you want to join me?”

He watched the heat rise in your face again, smiling softly. “I think our little girl wants to do something with the both of us, babe,” he mused carefully.

She looked at him, the tension growing around her eyes. He knew she was about to find excuses, shut him out again, probably still mad at him for not telling her about the unplanned hiking adventure/overnight stay in the woods. He didn't wait for her to find her words, instead he took a step past you and grabbed her waist, pulling her against him. Isabella squirmed, but Noah was stronger, and before she could do anything else, he leaned down to smack his lips to hers, silencing her with a hungry kiss.

He was rougher with her than he was with you, but that was what Isabella needed, someone to ground her, hold her tightly, squeeze the frustrations out of her. Usually he'd tie her up and spank her until she cried, then fucked the rest of her pent-up emotions right out of her, finally releasing all the stress accumulated behind her pretty eyes, but for now he opted for a simple kiss, and it seemed to be enough. Her arms snaked around his waist, a firm embrace, bone crushing if she'd be any stronger, but he could handle it.

“I'm sorry about this morning,” he breathed against her lips as they parted to draw breaths.

She stared at him, her eyelashes fluttering. “Time management and communication, Noah, so important,” she sighed, smirking at him.

“I know. Let's work on that, okay? Together?”

“Okay,” she replied, leaning up to press her full lips to his once more.

They both loosened their arms around each other at the same time, then slowly leaned away and looked towards you, and he felt a little sting to his heart when he saw your expression. A mixture of confusion, happiness and maybe also that jealousy he warned you about earlier.

He extended his arm to you and you quickly grabbed his hand, letting your mixed emotions behind as you were pulled between Noah and Isabella, who both hugged you tightly, their lips finding your warm cheeks. It was a strange embrace, a tangle of limbs, awkward angles, but filled with little laughs and squeaks and chuckles. It felt good.

“Come on then,” Isabella whispered, snuggling against you while Noah kissed the top of your head, “I think we all really need that shower now. Good thing I have such a large one...”

“And an even bigger heart,” he cooed, grinning at her. She rolled her eyes at him, but smiled back all the same.

Together, the three of you walked (stumbled) through her door into the suite, heading straight to the large bathroom. Noah held your right hand, Isabella your left, and you walked between them without fussing, following along, submitting so beautifully. Inside the vast tiled room, he stopped for a moment and looked down at you.

“And you're okay with sharing a shower with Mommy and Daddy, pumpkin?” he asked quietly. You tilted your head up and nodded, smiling at him. “Yeah?”

“Yes,” you murmured, your entire face flushed. “I... I wanna do more with... both of you...” you added even quieter, earning you a tight hug from Isabella and a warm smile from him.

“We too, mi amor, we'll start with kisses,” she said softly, pressing her lips to your cheek before grabbing Noah's neck to pull him down and kiss his jaw as well. “And hugs and cuddles and warm showers...” She inhaled deeply, her arms around your body and half of Noah's. “And eventually, hmm, maybe even tonight? We'll share a bed... and all the fun things you do in one, hm?”

She nuzzled your neck, tickling a giggle out of you, while he stood and watched his girls, his hands on both your and Isabella's back, a fuzzy warmth settling low in his stomach.

It had been a while since he'd felt this content. Never in his busy life would he have thought he'd be the domestic type, never thought about having his own kids, or building a family. It hadn't been on the agenda, didn't fit him. But now, with you, he was able to pick the best aspects of a traditional family life and make it his own, your own, their own.

You were old enough to be your own person, but in this unconventional relationship, he could still treat you like the kid he might have never wanted but now knew he needed. He needed you, his little girl, to ground him, to ease the tension, to settle down. Feel your small hands on him, your soft lips against his (around his cock), your little body under his, on top of his, beside his. You close to him, whenever he could.

That was your role, and he knew you felt the same, needed the contact as well, the reassurance, the warmth, the special attention, and he'd do anything to give it to you, however you needed it. All the time. Alone or with Isabella, who probably thought the exact same, his horny little mistress. What a lucky man he was, a little girl in one arm, a gorgeous woman in the other.

Oh he couldn't fucking wait to take this whole thing further.

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End notes: Daddy had his solo chapters (and took you hiking), Mommy had her solo chapters (and deeply disturbed you with her kinky side), and now all of them are in the same room, finally!!! Cue bi-panic! Or something like that... in the next chapter! :3

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[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

wow guys, i cant believe the player character from hit mascot horror game Poppy Playtime actually saved all monsters, killed the Prototype and left with their newfound family! cant wait to see how the authorities will react to this weird family that just formed!

[filialdisciple]

bingqiu au where sy is thrown into the unexpectedly female body of sqq. so when sy finds out, he gets carried away with the bright idea that the best way to avoid the terrible fate of the original goods is to take on the role of a mother-figure for luo binghe.

after all, in pidw there were only two roles for good-looking women like him (and really he didn't expect the original goods to look this good actually. no wonder airplane never posted official art for this man—woman?—the dudebros would definitely clamor to make sqq part of binghe's harem despite all the abuse and torment he—she??—put the man through) that won't end in getting his entire body ripped apart: a) fall in love with luo binghe and join his harem or b) be a mother-figure for binghe and tragically die.

his prospects were, at face value, not very promising. he wasn't female so he couldn't possibly fall in love with binghe so sy has no choice but to follow through with the latter.

the system is surprisingly silent when his mind races through the idea and doesn't raise any complaints about sy messing with the plot this way.

sy believes that, with all his stock knowledge of murim and fantasy worlds, he can avoid the fates that often befell these types of characters—often sacrificial deaths that lead to the protagonist's next power-up. he could gather all the artifacts for level-ups and give them to binghe at the right time!

another good way to lock in on the surviving mother-figure role is by promising to be present during the protagonist's wedding. so he does just that (not understanding the dazed look that enters his bun's face) and, to really make sure, also promises the same for all of binghe's wives (to ning yingying, luo mingyan, wife #124 a defected qiong ding disciple, etc.).

suddenly, everyone in cang qiong is abuzz over rumors of sqq wanting a wedding/looking for a husband/getting wedding fever/etc. the rumors have all jumbled up at this point into a massive mess at this point.

lqg and yqy are trying to figure out if sqq is trying to subtly shoot them a sign by approaching their sister/disciple.

meanwhile, sy thinks that he's totally got this and how on track he is with his plan when binghe accidentally slips and calls him, "mom" one time. unfortunately, all he did was stir up the hidden pseudo-oedipus complex in his poor bun.

[rainbow-neko-artblog]

How is poppy, ok?! It's more like i imagine her hair would be a complete mess with angel being in a coma. Like her pigtails are gone and strands of hair all over.

Don't know how long he was out, but I feel like it has been days or weeks.

Dundundunnnnn The Hour of Joy tape is upon us. Will Angel change his perspective when he learns all the toys killed hundreds- if not thousands of his coworkers?

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[justabeewithapen]

What do you think would('ve) happen if, like, Doey and the other toys/experiments (Lucas and Bella included) got out of the facility? How would they react? Obviously, they'd enjoy the freedom, but what else?

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Phew! Sorry this took me so long to get to, but hopefully it was worth it! Someone else also sent an ask talking about how Bella and Lucas could have survived the HOJ (which I accidentally deleted due to lag while deleting spam TwT) so this is for both of you!!

The first thing on everyone's mind after escaping would be food, food and drinks of any kind. Playtime Co. controlled most of the toys via starvation, and the food they did get was really low quality junk. Doey is more than familiar with crawling through vents, and what is that Walmart employee really going to do about him. While grabbing most anything in reach, there was definitely a preference towards junk food, they're all still kids and chips and soda are like ambrosia and they're going to eat until they throw up, and then they'll probably eat more after XD

After they finish gorging themselves I think they'd probably hide? Try and find somewhere to hide out either just in the woods or if they can locate an abandoned building. Anything to stay out of the weather and away from people, especially that last bit. None of them want anything to do with people, interactions would be rare and as short as they possibly can manage (they're all very scared of being dragged back). Getting Lucas and Bella's collars off is one of those rare people interactions, that poor employee who had Doey's stalker form looming over them while they tried to turn off a shock collar attached to a stuffed animal (who was also alive). Like, the second they left the store that dude 100% fainted BAHAHAHA. Doey's main focus is on himself, Bella, and Lucas, though I think it'd make sense for them to pick up a squad on the way out. Most toys were enjoying the carnage to some degree (or being torn apart in it) and most of the mini toys couldn't do much even after getting out of the building, these three were just lucky. There is no way in hell any of them would be willing to go back into the building, as much as they wish certain friends were here, it's just too much risk.

Honestly even after escaping I think they'd still be stuck in survival mode, scared of being dragged back at any moment and living in a world that is so new and scary. Most don't have very strong memories of being human, everything is new and to them, anything new is dangerous. They'd settle into a routine eventually I imagine... I believe in them :] Also for funsies! The Bron's name is Brandy, he remembers the most about being human (though not his own name as Brandy was a name he took after being a toy) and is in charge when it comes to figuring out new stuff. He is also the oldest of the group! The Daddy Long Leg is Dill, he also doesn't remember his real name. Dill and Doey are the main ones who do any sneaking that needs to be done, Dill is small and flexible, Doey is large and flexible. Finally there is the Catbee Amelia, who the only thing she remembers is her name. One of her antenna snapped off before meeting Doey and gang and she was the leader of her little squad, though I think she enjoys being able to take a backseat nowadays.