#we always used to explore and just run around in every room and sneak into the kitchen for ice pops

[euthymiya]

surprise visits — ft. gojo satoru

you like visiting satoru in roundabout ways. he likes taking you in his bed every chance he gets. it’s a mutually beneficial relationship sort of thing

before you read: fem reader ; reader wears makeup ; brother’s best friend gojo ; reader is geto’s younger sister (she is implied to use the last name geto) ; slightly forbidden love ; non curse au (gojo and geto are roommates) ; unprotected vaginal sex (but gojo pulls out) ; hand jobs ; very overdone tropes sorry

notes: you know what they say….blood runs thicker than water. and cum runs thicker than blood ;) (sorry)

Your brother would kill you if he found you like this.

Legs wrapped around a slender waist, hands curled with a fistful of sweaty hair, cheeks smeared with tears and mascara that’s kissed right off by swollen lips. He’d kill you a second time if he knew the slender waist, sweaty hair, and swollen lips belonged to his best friend.

“Missed me?” Satoru purrs, pressing a kiss to your jaw. You whimper as his cock sinks deeper into you, burying past your folds and nudging at a painfully sensitive spot. “You must’ve missed me real bad if you’re back so soon, sweetheart.”

If you were a good sister, you’d say you visit your brother for the sake of seeing him. You’d say you miss your kind, loving older brother, and you couldn’t bring yourself to wait any longer to see him.

The truth, however, is that you miss his best friend.

Satoru is good at keeping secrets—it’s a bit hard to believe at first, but evidently it’s true since Suguru doesn’t suspect anything. Never once, in all your time of visiting, has he questioned why you come so frequently and spend so many nights.

What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

If he’s not aware that you sneak and spend nights curled under the sheets of his roommate who happens to be his life long, childhood, and only best friend, then who are you to break the news to him? And if Satoru doesn’t find it necessary to come clean, why should you question his judgment?

Suguru has always been protective. It’s what a good older brother should do. He’s particularly picky about men.

That one’s too dumb.

That one looks like he washes his face with a bar of soap.

That one definitely doesn’t respect his mother.

That one’s just ugly.

Suguru turns his nose at every boy you meet. Every one you start talking to. It’s hard to have a dating life when your brother is so overly protective, so high with his standards. It’s loving, of course, but difficult all the same.

It’s not that you just had to choose Satoru out of spite. It’s more like Satoru was right there, looking so good, talking so sweet, and being so gentle. At the right place at the wrong time. Just happened to be there, letting you rant about your brother’s meddling with a half-amused smirk and a slightly empathetic look.

Maybe Suguru is right, he’d murmured, stepping closer, maybe the little boys you find are undeserving.

One accidental heated kiss turns into countless stolen, and thrilling hidden pecks in hidden corners of the apartment. That quickly becomes not enough, and then you’re sneaking into his room to lock lips for as long as you’re brave enough to. It’s easiest at night, though, to eventually shed clothes and explore a little more than tongue and lips. His body is a lot more accessible to you in the comfort of his bedroom while your brother is fast asleep in a completely different room.

And so it begins.

An unbreakable habit of sorts. Satoru’s body becomes familiar—too familiar, in fact. One taste, and you can’t help but make the two hour commute every few weekends, dropping by your brother’s shared apartment with his friend under the pretense of being a thoughtful little sister.

Suguru, I brought groceries, you say, no more instant meals. They’re unhealthy.

Suguru, your place is in need of serious cleaning. You boys live like pigs.

Suguru, I missed you. I thought we could rewatch some movies!

One excuse after the other. One visit after the next. One trip to Satoru’s mattress again and again. And again.

“C’mon,” he drawls, pouting against your cheek before he licks a dark, mascara-mixed tear from the soft skin, “tell me how much you missed me. I missed you too, is that what you wanted to hear?”

“T-toru,” you whine, arching your back as his hips roll with a sharp thrust, fucking into you deeper. Harder.

“I do love when you say my name,” he chuckles, hand coming to tilt your face up and meet his eyes, “but that’s not exactly what I wanted to hear.

His hips slow, like a punishment. Like not giving him what he wants stops motivating him from taking you on his thick, swollen cock. You’re sure that’s not true—but he’s a ruthlessly stubborn guy.

“Missed you,” you gasp, nodding frantically, “missed you so much, okay? Please don’t stop.”

“Don’t stop? Sure,” he laughs, grunting as his pace picks up and your walls squeeze around him in response.

It’s filthy. His pre cum, your slick, the small beads of sweat. All of it rolls down your inner thighs in a sticky, wet mess that is purely obscene. Satoru stares down between your legs like it’s beautiful, though. Watches the push and pull of his cock in and out of your hole, disappearing and reappearing coated in your arousal and his.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, “gotta get you a little place right by ours. So you can come over whenever I want.”

You tighten around him at that. He grins, laughing that sweet, boyish laugh that just makes him so attractive.

Suguru will just have to understand. Satoru is practically impossible not to fall for.

“You like that idea, huh? I can tell,” he says smugly, peppering kisses along your cheek, stopping just along the corner of your mouth. “I can feel you squeezing around me, you sweet little thing.

Satoru is like that—teasing and cocky on the surface, acting as if he isn’t just as desperate on the inside. Maybe even more. You can tell because he’s panting harshly against your mouth, impatiently bullying his cock past your folds and waiting for you to take the bait.

You do, of course. You turn and kiss his lips, earning a satisfied, almost relieved groan from him as he melts over you.

Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling his body closer, lips biting at his as he moans into your mouth. His rhythm is sloppy by now, cock aching as it glides against your walls, the friction building a pressure in the pits of your bellies together. It feels intimate like this, when his mouth is on yours and your eyes can meet at any given moment, when he can look down and see you take him and join your bodies, when you can wrap your arms around him and feel the flush of his heat against you.

It feels intimate. Close. Not like the other boys you’ve talked to. Maybe Suguru was right—maybe your taste in men has always been bad before this. Maybe you just needed to look a little closer instead of further.

“You know what I think?” You murmur against his ear, smiling as he shivers at the feeling of your hot breath fanning against the sensitive skin.

“What, baby?” He hums, panting as his hand wanders lower, finger slowly tracing along your belly, your waist, until finally finding its destination at your clit. “What do you think?”

You can hardly answer when he rubs circles into the sensitive nub, gasping with a soft whimper as he teases the bundle of nerves.

“I th-think…you’ve been sharing a place with the wrong Geto,” you whine. “It should be me.”

“Yeah?” He quirks his lips at the corner, “you want to share a place with me?”

“Yeah,” you pout, making him close his eyes and sigh shakily at the sight. He leans in and steals a quick peck at your swollen lips, jutted out in a sweet, adorable little frown. “You don’t want one with me?”

“God you drive me insane,” he groans, eyes closing shut and scrunching as his hips slam into you—sloppy and desperate now. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. So…so good.”

“Please Toru,” you beg, clinging tighter to him as your nails dig into his shoulder blades. Anything to ground you, to bring you closer to him—nails in his skin, legs around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back.

“Please what?” He says lowly, still teasing at your swollen clit, “use your words.”

“Please make me cum,” you plead, “m’so close.”

“Then cum, baby,” he murmurs against your lips before kissing them, slow and meaningful as he adds, “let me see you. C’mon.”

His hips roll once, twice before your hips buck into him, leaving the bed as you let out a choked sob. Your orgasm hits you in harsh waves—it’s hard to stay afloat with the way they drown you in pleasure. He’s unforgiving against your clit, still rubbing those harsh circles into it and working you through your high.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he groans, “fuck, you’re squeezing me, sweetheart. So t-tight—m’gonna cum.”

Satoru, unlike the guys you’ve heard about from your friends here and there, doesn’t fuck you for his own pleasure. He fucks you like he has something to prove. That he can take care of you.

Satoru holds himself back, jaw clenched and eyes screwed shut, labored breaths through his nostrils as he waits for you to finish, slowly fucking you through it.

Finally—finally, when you’re done, he pulls his hard, throbbing length out, hand wrapping around it as he strokes himself with a loud groan.

“Fuck,” he whines, “fuck, I’m close—sh-shit.”

He cuts himself off with a curse when you pry his hand away and replace it with your own, making his eyes rip open and stare down as your tinier hand takes the place of his much larger one. You can’t wrap your fingers around him completely—that sight alone makes him twitch in your hold.

You stroke him quickly, squeezing along the length as your fist glides down, right at the base of his cock. It doesn’t take long for him to come undone, the first few drops of cum coating your hand before they shoot in ropes with very twitch of his length. They spill onto your bare skin, against your lower belly, dripping along your inner thigh.

He watches, in a trance. Eyes hazy and fucked out but focused on the way his seed coats your skin.

“God,” he groans, “like that—y-yeah,” he praises as you work him along his orgasm.

Finally, once you’ve milked every drop out of him, he collapses over you, uncaring of the mess he’s now smeared along his own skin.

“How long do we have?” You murmur.

“Suguru’s back from work in an hour.”

“That gives us plenty of time,” you nod, your good hand stroking through his sweaty hair.

He perks up, brightening as he gives you an excited grin. “For another round?”

“To clean up and look presentable,” you glare.

“But we need a shower for that,” he winks, “we could—”

“I’ll use his bathroom. You use yours.”

Satoru flops back onto your chest, burying his face into your neck as he huffs in defeat.

“No fun at all,” he grumbles, earning a giggle from you as you kiss the side of his head.

Your brother would definitely kill you both if he was here right now.

I have to leave for work in 9 mins and I’m still in pj’s posting this. Lord save me I need priorities

[uncookedfeeler]

Cok's adventure III 🐙

Giselle x Winter x You

Tags : 10k, Idol Giselle & Winter, smut, creature kink, anal, creampie, oral, breed, threesome, public, more?

Part 2 Part 4??

"Mhhhh, fill my ass, I want to feel your cum deep inside me," says the idol, on all fours on her bed, the hair messed up and stained with your cum, just like her soft back. 

Her anus clenches around your cock as you shoot your load. There's a pop as you pull out and your cum drips out of giselle’s ass, you give her a final slap on the buttocks, which are already well marked by your assaults

“No more daddy…, my butt hurts and my anus is numb. Let me clean you up" as she takes your cock in her mouth, her tongue hits your length and she sucks up the remaining cum. 

Ever since the night you flooded her pussy with your children, you and Giselle have used every opportunity to satisfy your desires. She favored your tentacles for her little pussy as long as you were careful to enlarge her ass with your cock. However, every morning when Giselle left the room to go to the bathroom, you could hear their members chatting. You had to sneak into the hallway to see the three girls at the dining table. 

"It's starting to get on my nerves, that bitch squeals every night," Karina said. 

"We have to do something, she's completely addicted to her new toy and ruins my sleep," Ningning replied, banging both fists on the table. 

The two then turned back to Winter, who was smirking at them. Their conversation is interrupted when Giselle emerges from the bathroom and joins her mates in the living room. You know there's going to be a fight as the three idols stare at Giselle. You returned to the bedroom as the tone rose. You climbed on the desk and concentrated on learning the language.

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Your study is disrupted by Giselle's return about twenty minutes later. She's clearly irritated by the conversation she's just had : 

"It's not my fault that I'm always horny, with such a good partner like you it's hard to hold back, you're pissing me off," Giselle says, looking at you. 

The compliments make you smile, but she implies that it's your fault. So you reply: 

"Calm down Aeri, you were a bitch in heat before we met, so it's your fault too. If you'd let one of your own kind take care of your holes, maybe the situation would have been easier for you. But now you belong to me, deal with it".

"Cheeky boy, you're getting better and better," she said with a big smile, 

"Then you know the worst part is that they think they're being discreet when they stop outside my door at night to listen to us. Their little pussies should be thanking us for the show; they must be enjoying it under their blankets.”

She approaches you and plants a kiss on your head, leaving a trace of lipstick. 

"I'll see you later, I have a busy day," she says before leaving the room with a wave of her hand.

The morning's hectic pace always gives way to a great calm once the four women have left the apartment. Their schedules are such that they leave early in the morning and return in the evening, sometimes barely back before they have to leave again a few hours later. You often spend your afternoons studying or exploring the girls' apartment. Thanks to the knowledge you've acquired, you can now recognize objects, converse with humans and have a better understanding of your surroundings, you can also manipulate doors which make your exploration a lot easier. You sort of became the fifth roommate without them knowing it.

Speaking of roommates, while you were searching Karina's room in the middle of the afternoon, you heard the sound of the front door lock. It was too early for Giselle to be home from what she told you, so you run to her room as fast as you can, but panic prevents you from opening the door properly, so you drop to the floor as Plan B. 

Footsteps echo in the dormitory and a soft voice says : 

"No way, that silly girl left her new darling toy in the hallway. At least she won't be able to say that I stole it from her bedroom, come here, my dear, I'm going to take good care of you".

You let yourself be carried away by the woman you now recognize by the short blonde hair, Winter, and just like Giselle, she carries you like a little puppy, both arms supporting you as your head touches her torso, the only striking difference being the lack of a generous chest, she opens her bedroom door and puts you on the bed.

"Welcome to my home Mr. Octopus, I hope we get along well, Mr. Bear next to you might be very jealous today," she says as she takes off her jacket, revealing a pretty white top and denim shorts.

Giselle had warned you about this group member's tendencies, and that if there was one person to beware of, it was Winter. You heard a number of stories about how she literally spent days masturbating to her stuffed animals, whether at home, in the car, or even during her schedule. The staff always tried to turn a blind eye to her actions, leaving the group members to deal with the situation. The solution was to let her do it at home to keep her happy so she wouldn't do it outside the apartment. They had given Winter the nickname "Queen of Masturbation”

Your thoughts fly by, as do Winter's clothes and only her panties are still on, with the rest already fallen to the floor. Her skin is snow-white, her breasts are small and accompanied by cute pink nipples, her arms and thighs are incredibly slender, and her dark eyes devour you as she approaches the bed.

The blonde is now kneeling on the bed, just inches from you, both hands reaching across her body to her pink panties, and her fingers begin to rub the fabric. “Welcome to the show darlings, Mommy's going to enjoy herself in front of you,” she says, addressing her audience. 

She holds your gaze as her fingers attack her pussy, wiggling her pelvis as she imparts these movements, the pale pink of her panties gradually turning to a darker hue as she gently massages one of her breasts.

"Do you like my breasts, Mr. Octopus? I'd like to feel your tentacle on my them," she says as she puts it down and wraps it around. The suction effect holds it in place and she feels your warmth on her body.

 "Mhhhh, so good," she places her hand on your tentacles and squeezes them vigorously, causing her breasts to harden. As her breath gets louder, you can see her fingers almost entering her pussy through her panties, and Winter's face turns red.

 "Mister Bear, look, my little kitty is wet and my head is spinning. I feel sick, I think I need to take my temperature... But you don't have what I need, don’t you ?" she says, pointing her disappointed face at the bear.

"While our friend here seems well equipped to osculate me, Dr. Octopus, could you please take my temperature," she says in a childish voice as she pulls aside her dark pink panties to expose her dripping pussy.

She grabs two tentacles and comes to rub them against her hole "mhhh, be gentle doctor, i'm sensitive" your tips gradually penetrate her pussy until they enter her, unlike Giselle, she is extremely tight to the point of hurting you, her little pussy is brand new and greets you with a lot of pleasure.

"Ah ah ah, doctor, feel me more!" She shakes her pelvis, which moves you inside her; your tips hit the walls and slide inside her. "My little bear, see how well the doctor takes care of me, my kitty greets him with tenderness. He's working hard to repair my little leak, and my breasts are marked by his suction cups." Winter moans as she feels her orgasm coming closer. 

Winter grabs her phone and starts taking pictures from above, where we can see your tentacles going into her, as well as the one attached to her breasts. She sticks out her tongue: "Ah ah ah, doctor, I'm cuming, let's keep a nice memory of our first meeting!" She orgasms and your tentacles are expelled from her vagina. Her body shakes and she loses her balance. 

Her head falls on Mr. Bear: I'm sorry, but he's much better than you, Mm.mh, I love this toy, I want more!"

 as she lies on her bed, her pussy leaking onto the blanket, you can hear her laugh, "Ah Doctor, I hope Ningning appreciates my gift," she says with her phone in her hand.

"Mister Bear, would you like to lick my juice and clean my pussy?" still her childish voice as she rubs her slimy hole over the face of her stuffed animal "You were useless today, make sure you get a good taste my little kitty".

You can see her putting all her weight on the plush toy with his nose almost in her pussy while the juices drip down his face. "BAD TOY, MAKE ME CUM NOW!!!" the blonde girl rubs violently as she waits for her second orgasm. 

"YOU'RE SO USELESS, MAKE ME CUM IDIOT" you witness what Giselle told you, this girl is completely lost in her lust, her movements become aggressive, her eyes filled with rage "COME ON, DO IT" she screams at her poor doll.

After long minutes of grinding with her nail clenched in his body, the orgasm finally arrives and she drenches the entire body of Mr. Bear. As she gets up from the bed, she stops to spread her pussy with her fingers and urinate on the already soaked bear. 

"That'll teach you, you incompetent bastard. Thank me for giving you my time," she says in a deeper voice. This girl is completely crazy, she lives in her own world.

When she's finished with her bear, she turns to you and says, "Oh doctor, I think I still need to be examined. She sits down in front of you and gives you a full view of her horny pussy. She spreads her slit with two fingers and fishes out her juices to show them to you with her index finger: 

"Look doctor, I still need you, my sweet kitten still needs attention" she says as tears run from her eyes

 "Doctor, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she pushes those fingers furiously inside of her, mistreating her clit in the process "Please, please" the blonde orgasms again in her own desperation. She has ravaged the bed with her wetness several times now and it seems that she is still far from satisfied when you see her lying on her side, taking a tentacle in her mouth while he masturbates with your tentacles back in her pussy, devouring you completely while uttering little baby cries.

Too busy in her own bubble, she does not hear the main door open to indicate the return of her roommates, the blonde is a slave to her desires and nothing seems to stop her on her way, the loud moaning does not go unnoticed and footsteps head for her door and you hear a woman's voice "Winter, you whore, you left work to masturbate, what is wrong with you! and what is with this picture!"

Liberation comes when little by little, the pressure of her pussy on your tentacles decreases and her tongue no longer works aggressively, with an obscene sound, your tentacles slide out of her pussy, she has fallen asleep on her bed full of wet and her naked body soaked all over.

You're confused by the turn of events, you really thought she was going to take advantage of you for hours, but what are you going to do now? You're stuck in Winter's room and Giselle doesn't seem to be around. The best solution is to wait and take advantage of the calm weather to rest in front of your predator.

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You're rudely awakened as you see Winter's red, swollen eyes enter her room and pick you up like an old sock, sobbing. Giselle appears at the door, full of anger, shouting "HURRY UP!" It's the first time you've seen her in that black wrath. It's obvious that Winter must have had a bad time when Giselle realized you were no longer in her room.

You almost feel sorry for the little blonde who collapses in her bed in tear after giving you back to Giselle. "We'll talk about this when Karina gets home," she says, slamming the door as Winter's screams are heard throughout the apartment. 

You walk into Giselle's room in her arms and she puts you on the desk, "Are you okay?" you nod, "I can't believe that bitch came into my room and stole MY toy," she says with a straight face.

You explain what happened and her face lights up a little. 

“What were you doing outside my room, it's super risky and I warned you about Winter,” she says, giving you a flick on the head, You explain to her in detail what happened with her mood swings, and she replies: "Yeah, we know. She acts tough in front of us, but in reality she's a finicky little girl just waiting to be spoiled. Even though she's our age, she's still a little girl in her head.

The conversation loses its serious tone when you talk about the little blonde's libido: "We're all like that, we're still young women deprived of any action, since Karina-unnie got caught with her boyfriend, we're obliged to be careful with our company, before our toys were enough, but since we saw the video Karina recorded with her boyfriend, we've all gone crazy, every time this loser came in a few minutes in the condom, she spent more time sucking him than anything else. 

"She used to come back from her dates and lock herself in her room to make herself come. For Ninging it's a bit different, she doesn't talk about it much and seems to manage her libido well, whereas Winter ... the poor girl was completely out of it, she's always had trouble managing her emotions, so when you add her sexual urges it's a real mess," continue Giselle's compassionate voice

You point out that she's changed her mood quickly too, considering she just yelled at Winter. "I lost my temper. What are we going to do when they find out you're alive, are you crazy or what?" she replies. As for Winter's problem, apart from the fact that you really want to fuck her now, you offer your help to Giselle, who obviously doesn't miss the opportunity to take revenge for the dirt made by the blonde.

"Hearing our sex stories has turned you on, I see, so you're as eager to fill her up as you did with me? she's never had anyone, her toys obviously never hit the bottom of her pussy, it's first for her," she said with a big smile.

"But how do we do that? If we tell her you're an alien, she'll freak out and blow your cover, so how do we get her to ask you herself? "

You explain to her that Winter is a sex-addicted teenager, she left her favorite doll to fuck her roommate's doll, you tell her that you have to play with it, she's not stupid and she'll never fuck an octopus, but she fucks stuffed animals and talks to them, the girl is far from clear in her head, when her libido hits her full force, it doesn't matter what you look like.

Giselle recognizes your intellect on this one and adds, "That doesn't sound too bad to me, but first I have to make peace with her, she won't dare touch you if she knows I'm going to yell at her again, after that a little push and you'll have her little pussy.

You tell Giselle that the plan is ready and that you'll wait for her to talk to Winter.

"Let's go to step 1 then," she says as she takes off her leggings and spreads her panties to make room for her pussy with a little tentacle shaped bush, "do you like my gift? now hurry up and kiss my womb with your cock, my babe oven is waiting," she continues as she crawls on all fours on the floor.

She knew exactly how to talk to you as you sank into her personal pussy, dominating her body with your tentacles and making sure you ended up inside her...

20 minutes later Giselle pulls up her panties as your two loads drip out of her pussy, "It's amazing how hot your cum is, you'll take good care of my ass next time H.O.N.E.Y" she says as she gets dressed and leaves her room.

The idol closes the door behind her and meets Karina taking off her shoes in the hallway, she waves to her, ready to fight another battle. She's the group's mother and had an obvious preference for Winter, knowing that you've been yelling at her to the point of making her cry wouldn't be easy to hear, especially since you've been a night nuisance to them.

You hear screams from the bedroom, but it's short lived as she returns to her room with a big smile on her face, you see Karina with her arms crossed at the door and you realize what's happening. She was getting ready to throw you to the wolves, but soon Winter will be the one with her mouth full.

"You're fighting over that stupid toy, seriously? " said the tall brunette as she knocked on Winter's door, "Minjeong-iii, Giselle told me everything, she's come to apologize, please come and open the door darling".

You stand in front of the little blonde, her eyes all swollen and barely dressed, it's clear she hasn't just been crying, her fingers are still wet and dripping.

Giselle speaks up: "Minjeong, I'm sorry for yelling at you. I thought you broke into my room to steal it. To make it up to you, I'll lend it to you, baby girl."

She hands the toy to the young girl who, to everyone's surprise, refuses. "This toy sucks," she says in her whimsical voice. Giselle takes her chance: "Does it suck? I don't think you've seen what it can do." As she turns you over and points to the slit where your cock hides, "He's got a lot of secrets you don't know about," she says with a mocking smile.

The provocation is launched and Winter falls right into it, she grabs Giselle's hand and pulls her towards her room, the slamming of the door marks the beginning of a silence that Giselle breaks, "how is it possible that your room smells so good when you spend your days there touching your pussy". 

Winter laughs, "just turn on the air conditioning and put some candles in there, but who cares, what's with the slit.

"Sit down on your bed, I'll show you," Giselle says as she starts to undress, but realizes that if she takes off her panties all your cum will fall on the floor, so she exposes her large pair of breasts and puts you on the bed. Unlike the other members, Winter doesn't mind seeing Giselle naked, she's too focused on her lessons while her fingers are already rubbing her naked pussy under her long shirt.

"I'm sure you had a lot of fun with his tentacles, but the real treasure is in the middle, your eyes are forced to look up at the ceiling as Giselle caresses your slit to get her favorite toy out, at the same time Winter takes the lead and inserts one of your tentacles back into her cunt.

"You're serious, listen when I explain something to you," Giselle's rubbing plus the feel of Winter's pussy is impossible for you to handle and your cock pops out and rests on the bedspread.

"OH fuck, he has a dick and it's so big, no wonder you scream like a cock whore every night, if such a bazooka was in my pussy I would never leave my room again," says Winter without weighing her words.

"Giselle says as she wraps her two melons around your cock and begins to suck it. As she does so, gagging sounds come out of her mouth and she works hard to make your tip hit the back of her throat, an abundance of saliva comes out of Giselle's mouth.

It's the first time Winter has seen someone else make love in front of her, and she rubs her clit as she fucks herself with your tentacles to stimulate her own pleasure.

Winter is the first to come and her orgasm compresses your tentacles before withdrawing them, all the orgasms she has had during the day begin to be felt and her walls no longer offer resistance, like magnets her fingers return inside as if it were their sheath.

As Giselle withdraws from your cock, leaving trails of drool, she turns her head to Winter and sees her in tears. “Unnie, I'm tired, why am I always so horny, my pussy is always wet, I just want to rest.” The sight of her young member in tears breaks her heart and hurts her feelings. After all, she's just a slave to her impulses and unable to manage them on her own.

No matter how many fights they had, they were like sisters and Giselle hugged her lovingly, taking the time to stroke her hair with tenderness, "It's okay, baby girl, we'll take care of you," Giselle says.

"We?" Winter replied in a small voice.

"I still have a secret for you, but you'll have to accept it if you want to feel that big cock inside you.

Giselle moves to Winter's back, her face nex to her shoulder, and wraps her arms around him: "Cok, it's okay, you can move."

You nod and stand in front of Winter, greeting her with a tentacle gesture.

Nobody says anything and there's a great silence, you and Giselle wait for Winter's reaction, she's naked in front of you, Giselle's breasts pressed together behind her back and her little pussy wide open.

The blonde stares at you and says, "I've been fucking a real octopus all afternoon?" 

"Not exactly," Giselle replies, anxious as she runs her hands over Winter's thighs.

“Will it do me a lot of good?” she says shyly, looking at Giselle.

“You're going to cum like never before, my darling, you're going to feel liberated after this, your fingers aren't enough for you anymore” she says as she takes them in her mouth and tastes Winter's juice

She nods as she greets you shyly with a little "hi". Giselle takes the lead and spreads the lips of Winter's little hole with two fingers, "Go slow, it's her first cock".

You move closer to her and point your dick at her little pussy, you slide down her slit as she's so wet, with a gentle hand movement Winter grabs your dick to align it perfectly with her pussy.

You move slowly inside her hole, feeling the walls crush your cock on the way, "ohhhhh, Unnie it's big, my pussy spreads when he pushes inside me," Winter replies,

Step by step you create a path until you are in contact with her baby oven, "Ahhhhhh, he's so deep, Unnie I'm cuming" and without delay Winter cum on your cock.

"It's okay Minjeong, let it go, you'll sleep well tonight," Giselle moves off Winter's back and lets her head rest on her pillow, she gets up to get dressed and leaves the room to give you two some time together, 

"I'll be back to pick him up just before midnight, you have a little over 3 hours left, enjoy it.

You see Giselle leave the room while you are still deep inside her roommate, Winter stares at you and asks in a low voice: 

"Doctor, can we continue? Please, I want my pussy to feel even better," you respond to her words as you continue to thrust, bringing your tentacles to her breasts and clit. You speed up your movements inside her, causing her to cry out "ohh ohh, faster doctor, I need more".

You make sure to stimulate her small breasts by rubbing her hard nipples, even though they're not very big. Her breasts are indescribably sweet and playing with them excites her immensely; her clitoris vibrates against your attacks, which has the reaction of making her clench on your cock.

She warns you that another orgasm is coming and you feel her legs squeezing against you "I'm so...rry b....ah ah mh, I'm cu...ming, mhhhhhhhhh, again the pressure around your cock traps you inside her and her juices escape with difficulty from her well filled hole.

She falls breathless onto her pillow, her cheeks scarlet red and her short hair a mess. She feels your cock retreating and her walls closing in, from your point of view, her pussy is still in shock from the orgasm and she calls out your name.

"Cok Oppa, haven't you come yet? I want to return the favor," she says, it's the first time she's ever done it for someone else, until now her pleasure reigned supreme. You want to feel Winter's delicious mouth on your cock.

You move closer to her and lie down on the pillow next to her, from here you can see the time "10:25PM". With her cheek against the pillow, she begins by taking the tip of your cock into her mouth and working it around with her tongue. As your penis goes down, the pleasure increases second by second until your shaft disappears down her throat. She then begins to move slowly back and forth, leaving drool in her path. You slide one of your tentacles into her blonde hair and she grabs another to bring it back to her intimacy. 

Then Winter stops and pulls away from your cock to ask, her eyes full of pleading, "Sir, please take care of my little kitten while I pump your sperm.” Who are you to refuse an invitation like that? More persuasive and aggressive, she resumes her work on your cock. You feel her suction and the impact of her tongue on your cock.

Further down you bring two of your tentacles to her pussy. Her hands come with you to rub against her wet entrance, rubbing her clit as you go. It doesn't take long before you can hear her moaning through your cock. Her vagina contracts under your repeated attacks and the rhythm speeds up. Your orgasm is not far off and she can feel it coming on. Winter picks up the pace and just as you're about to fill her mouth, she pulls out and places her lips on the tip of your cock, ready to drink your cum as if she were drinking her favorite drink through a straw.

You pour your cum into her mouth while she holds her position. Your tentacles gently rub her hair and Winter drinks like a big girl. The pressure of her lips on your cock acts as a suction cup. She feels her body heat from her throat to her belly.

To show you her work, she puts a hand on her belly and opens her mouth wide. Hihi, I drank it all, look", her big smile fills you with happiness. This girl seems so fragile and innocent, she's the perfect daddy's girl in her personality, her reactions and even her looks, but when it comes to sex she's a real bitch in heat, addicted to masturbation and clearly prefers soft, affectionate sex.

Daddy... I want to feel that heat in my pussy again. Look, you already inserted your tentacles while you were filling my belly," she said with her childish voice and little eyes. Without realizing it, you had pushed your tentacles deep inside her and the heat inside increased tenfold.

Once again you listen to your princess, "hurry daddy, there is not much time left, come and give my pussy some hot kisses", you climb on her belly as she starts to take your cock in her hand and take it straight inside her, her walls do not dare to resist and with a quick thrust you kiss her womb once more, "ahhhhhhhh, daddy, it is so hot inside me".

As your tentacles felt before, she is burning inside, her baby oven seems to have started and you don't mind giving her your batch, your thrusts inside her make her moan like never before, you are still afraid to disturb the others but her pussy is divinely good and hungry for your cock, she wraps her arms around you and plants her lips on your head to put kisses and hickeys. 

“Daddy it's coming, don't stop, fuck my pussy while my head goes blank." The moans turn to spasms as Winter is on her way to cum. Her desires are your commands and you continue to pound her, deliberately pulling your cock out and thrusting it back in. This has the effect of slamming into her uterus as it opens for you. 

A powerful spurt accompanied by a howl echoed through the apartment just as you were about to thrust into her. Winter had just flooded her bed with her naughty cunt. You looked up to see her completely in the grip of her orgasm, on the verge of passing out. You gently penetrated her and pressed your head against her womb, close to orgasm and determined to finish inside her. Your two organs had already gotten to know each other, and it was up to you to implant your children in them, because that's what a good father is supposed to do.

Just as you were about to inseminate your second wife, you feel another woman's hands pull you off Winter and your load lands on the blonde's body "not so fast, you think I'm going to let you fill her with your children while she's completely unconscious on her bed, you little rascal" you recognize Giselle's voice who had entered the room after hearing your commotion 

It's past midnight, I've given you 5 more minutes, but now you're mine again." Now in her arms, you see from a wider angle the body of the young lifeless woman on her bed, soaked all over, stained with your semen and her wetness.

"You know I'll have to clean it up, eh, I'm not going to let her sleep like that, at least she seems to have had her quota, it stinks of sex in here," she says with a little smile, "I'll take care of her and we'll go to bed.

You see Giselle changing her blankets, sheets and clothes into a pretty little yellow pajamas with tiger ears. The blonde has already entered the world of dreams and nothing can wake her up tonight.

You leave Winter's room and enter Giselle's bedroom. The room is completely dark, but you can hear her whispering, "Hey, want another round? I'm terribly horny because of you two, I'm soaking wet so be quick, you can even shoot what's left inside of me tonight and don't pull out, I want to feel your cock all night long, my dear TOY". Your last thoughts will be of your very own personal womb - what could be better than to sleep deep inside of her sweet little pussy?

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You wake up softly, exhausted from yesterday, and you realize how hard it is to satisfy the sexual appetites of two people, and not just any people: two damn beasts. Speaking of which, Giselle returns to her room while you continue to wake up.

“Morniiiing," with a wave of her hand as you return the favor, "thank you for feeding me last night, when I woke up this morning my belly was nice and warm, my pussy had her breakfast early," she says laughing and putting her hand on her belly. "I saw Minjeong this morning, her face was glowing and she seemed to be at peace with her urges, good job", she says.

You looked at her and asked her about her day. You hadn't had time to chat with her since yesterday, and although fucking was your favorite activity, you enjoyed these banal moments, far from the daily routine for others, the simple conversation between two different species.

"Nothing much, I guess the fan meeting will be the main activity today, just stay home so we can have fun when I get back," Giselle announces, you show your disagreement and tell her you're tired of being locked in her room all the time.

"There's no way I'm taking you with me today, we'll be surrounded by a lot of people, it's impossible, just listen to me and stay here," she says with a firm tone, you're ready to reply but she cuts you off, "It's up to me, if you have a problem with that, find yourself a new home, I'm leaving now," the slamming of the door puts an end to your 'discussion'.

It was clear from the start that Giselle was in a position of power, and although she let you play with her body, the power never changed hands and it would be easy for her to force you to do anything. She was very protective, probably rightly so, but it's been a few weeks since you arrived on Earth and your curiosity to explore it remains unfulfilled.

You're distracted when someone knocks at the door and opens it, a little blonde appears in your vision. Giselle was right, Winter is radiant today, and of course she is extremely pretty in a blue dress.

Cok oppa, good morning," she says with a smile full of tenderness, "thank you again for yesterday, I slept like a baby and haven't touched my pussy since, look," she lifts the bottom of her dress to show you her dry panties, running her finger through them as if to prove it and pointing at you.

"Oppa.... are you going to stay here all day?" continues Winter, you explain the situation to her and hopefully ask her to take you with her.

Of course you can see the hesitation in her face, the blonde says nothing for a few seconds, then replies, "But Giselle's going to quarrel with me again, I don't want to get into trouble ... I have to hurry, the car is waiting downstairs, I said I forgot my bear," she says, lowering her eyes to the ground. 

It won't be easy to convince her; the promise of lots of sex will do her some good, but that's not what she's really looking for. This girl needs love and tenderness, and Mr. Bear isn't just a toy to her, he's her comfort in this difficult world.

Asking her to replace Mr. Bear with you would be a terrible mistake, she is very fond of her affectionate ties and despite you, he has been with her much longer than you, so you approach the idol and ask her if you could be her Mr. Cok, presenting your qualities (especially for sex) and that you would like to help her in her daily life.

The blonde smiles without saying a word and takes you in her arms, accepting your proposal. You're a little angry because it feels like you're playing with her feelings, but you're determined to keep your end of the deal. She slips you into her arms after placing a kiss on your head, a sign of all the affection she's willing to give you.

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You find yourself in the back of the car driving the girls, sitting on Winter's soft lap, stared at by the other 3 girls as she is questioned about her new toy. Giselle is speechless, and you can easily guess the black anger growing inside her. 

Mingjeong, where's Mr. Bear?" the Chinese girl asks, "I'm letting him rest, Giselle has entrusted me with Mr. Cok," Winter announces, "Wow, looks like someone grew up to let you take this stuff," Karina says, looking at Giselle with her eyes glued to her phone, forced to follow the narratives told by Winter. You do your best to stay as still as possible but she makes it easy for you as she plays with your tentacles and caresses you, the feel of her fingers on you is like a gentle breeze, a Japanese storm is coming but you still have time to enjoy your journey.

The journey ends as the girls are greeted by screams, the camera flashes hitting their perfect faces as they pose to announce their arrival. Hidden in her purse, Winter then leads you into a large room filled with chairs and in the middle a large raised table with a place for each idol, she takes a seat on the middle chairs, Giselle conveniently to her right.

As the two idols sat next to each other, Giselle started the conversation :

"Are you serious Minjeong, why did you bring him, there are a lot of people around, do you want me to take you down again like I did last night, you better not cry again".

"It's my toy now and no one cares if I bring my stuffed animal, I already did it with Mr. Bear," the blonde replies, sticking out her tongue to mock her bandmate.

"Take it out of your bag, I'll explain to him, make sure you keep the conversation going, they can't see it from here, the tablecloth hides the tops of our knees.

The blonde obeys and places you on her lap, facing Giselle's dark gaze.

"I thought I told you to stay home, but my Korean isn't good enough not to make you understand," she says, full of sarcasm.

You reply that your cover is perfect, but as Winter says, no one cares since she's used to bringing her toys to fan meetings.

"Anyway, it's too late now, behave yourself, forget about tonight, this will teach you to disobey me".

"That's enough, leave him alone, he's my responsibility, have fun with your toys, he'll spend the night in my room".

The two girls began to argue, each determined to have the last word, Giselle had no intention of leaving you in Winter's hands, and the blonde the other way around.

The arrival of Karina and Ningning in their place breaks up the argument, and Karina's intimidating gaze makes it clear that they must behave properly from now on.

Time passes as the girls answer questions from the fans, each take center stage for some dance covers and then perform a few of their songs before moving on to the second part, face-to-face with their fans.

So far, everything had gone smoothly and the girls were taking it in turns to chat with their fans. After their performance, she had put you on a soft blanket covering her knees. The final straw came from Winter, who hadn't forgotten Giselles's previous provocations and was determined to make her regret her decision to let you sleep outside her room.

Her first action was to push back the blanket and place you directly on her skin, her left hand descends to pussy level and she comes to rub your slit to get your cock out, as a spectator Giselle shows a nervous air as the blonde feels your freshly out cock rubbing against her panties, you are trembling on her knees, cock between her thighs, ready to impale her. 

The blonde, determined to take advantage of the situation, discreetly stroked your dick with her pussy, wiggling her pelvis each time your tip slapped against her panties. The sensation of wetness grew stronger and stronger. The embrace between your two sexes increases the tension and Winter carries a look of excitement on her face.

The fans continued to pass by the idols, for them it was a chance to finally interact with their favorite band. Giselle chatted with a young man, the idol laughed and received a bunny headband as a gift. As for Winter, she started chatting with an older woman who commented on the redness of her cheeks.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little hot, thanks for your support," the blonde replies a little loudly as these surprised members turn to look at her.

This discrepancy in attitude is not anodyne, since we were talking about Winter, but the reason on the other hand... lower down in her panties, your cock finally knocked on the door of her baby oven, she had spread her panties a little earlier and you were finally ready to fuck the blonde in front of her audience, your tip slipped against her slit and hit her clit in the process, her pussy was terribly wet which had coated your shaft well.

As the managers signal for the fans to move on to the next idol, the young man appears in front of Winter, visibly shy to meet the person he's been waiting for the longest.

"Hi, what's your name?" says the red-cheeked blonde.

"Ka....Kang Ta....e, nice to meet you."

"Tae oppa, is this your first time at one of your fan meetings? Have you enjoyed the event so far? Who is your favorite?"

She bombards him with questions, embarrassing the young man, and he rushes to answer, hoping to make the most of his short time.

"Yes, it's the first time, I loved the dance covers, especially yo......... Winter?

He stops when Winter suddenly straightens up in her chair and looks up at the ceiling. Giselle turns her head, trying to remain calm as she realizes what is happening under the table.

You had just, with Winter's help, entered her little pussy and in one fell swoop, you fill her completely with your cock which seems to delight her and her cervix as you place kisses inside her, the sensation of filling had startled the idol and her urges were beginning to surface, your movements are slow but full of effectiveness as Winter resumes her conversation. 

The rest of the conversation is inaudible as you concentrate on your performance and how well to fuck the idol that has sucked you into her, her pussy drips with juice and begins to stain her pretty blue dress, from time to time she comes to squeeze her legs when her pleasure is difficult to manage but her pussy wants more manifested by the tightening she performs on you. 

One of her hands slips over her slit from time to time and she comes to pinch her little clit, your long movements inside her slow down as you learn to savor her delicious little cave, you now apply yourself to make sure you always come to press on her womb which has the effect of making the idol tremble, the next is the blow too hasty and you feel her orgasm on your cock.

Nearby, Giselle is also fidgeting, trying to cover her roommate's mischief. The blonde has her head on the table and her breathing is heavy.

"Holy shit Mingjeong, get up, you're going to draw all the attention to yourself, get back in your chair and lean over the table, it'll be easier for you, don't tell me he's deep inside you," the Japanese woman says in a whisper. 

Winter responds only with a simple nod of the head as she sits back in the chair with her legs still trembling, still firmly lodged deep inside her, you gently resume the back and forth until you feel your orgasm coming and finally the release that was denied you yesterday to be able to fill the sweet blonde with your sperm, your movements are powerful and in an impalement of her little cunt, you pour your children into her still pure baby room.

You feel her two hands pushing your back while your load is still being deposited inside her, your cock remains hard and the flood can't leave her fertile pussy of your children, taking care not to break the seal, you gently scratch her inside stirring her inner walls full of juices and cum.

"Cok, don't come out or it will drip everywhere," Winter whispers in the direction of her panties.

Easier said than done, you were far from soft and caught by your instincts, you started to thrust into her again as if your first load wasn't enough, obviously the blonde had taken you like a champ and after a few minutes you combed her a second time under the overwhelming force of her pussy.

From then on, the situation began to escalate as the blonde slumped back onto the table, unable to cope with the loads that filled her uterus, let alone the multiple orgasms she was having, Winter's condition seemed to worry a good part of the room to the point that the manager next to her moved to help.

"Mingjeong, are you okay, are you sick ?  Let's go backstage and rest," the manager said, putting a hand to her forehead and feeling the burning heat of her skin.

Giselle, who has been following the drama closely, has to react quickly and in a hurry volunteers to help her roommate, she pretends to drop something and sneaks under the table to see the state of the damage, the idol is happy that the tablecloth is long enough, she comes face to face with you and asks you to step back from the blonde's dirty hole.

"Fuck, did you really fill her up in public? get your dick out of there, I'm going to plug her hole with my buttplug, stay on her lap and don't move!!!" she said as she shoved her buttplug fresh out of her ass into her bandmate's pussy, praying that it would be big enough to fill the naughty blonde up.

Before your very eyes you see Winter's cunt muffled by a pretty ruby plugging her entrance. Giselle pulls up her little white panties , hugging her private parts and revealing a bulge that cuts through the transparent fabric.

 As she ordered, you remain motionless as the chair Winter is sitting on is pulled out from under the tablecloth, the blonde is still in her own world as she shows a satisfied face and weak legs when Giselle and her manager try to help her, Giselle catches you like an old rag in one of her hands as she lends her shoulder to her roommate.

They leave the stage through the backstage curtains and arrive in a small rest room, probably for the after-fan meeting, where Giselle and the manager help Winter to lie down on a sofa that is still unable to support her legs.

The blonde stretches out both arms towards Giselle to ask for her cuddly toy and the Japanese reluctantly gives in again, well aware that young Winter has had her fill of sex for the moment, now her heart is the one that needs to be filled.

The fan meeting ends for you as the blonde gives you a big hug and falls asleep, her pussy as full as her emotions.

The days that followed changed your routine somewhat. Winter had become very attached to you and often asked Giselle for permission to invite you to these "play sessions". Even if she did not get it, she would just wait for the right moment to have quickies in the apartment, not to mention some evenings when she would fuck you all night long, flooding her little pussy and body with your cum.

 As for Giselle, she always takes advantage of having you in her bed at night to abuse you. Her ass remains your favorite, but lately she's been asking for you in her pussy as well. Seeing you all affectionate with the blonde must have awakened something in her, and she seems more docile when you kiss her baby oven before dropping your plaster into it.

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Giselle's squeals are effortlessly heard in the dormitory as she engages in a shower squat session and impales herself on your cock.

"34...mmhhhhh, it feels good honey, 35.... give my ass the same treatment," she says with her pussy still dripping from your previous load, her ass opening at the touch of your cock and Giselle taking malicious pleasure in wiggling her buttocks as she feels you deep inside.

"Let's make the best of it, Ninging is in China for her shoot and Karina is probably trying to get fucked by her husband, that bitch will probably make some noise when she gets home tonight when she finishes herself with her fingers alone in her bed," she laughs, she's already stopped counting her repetitions and just concentrates on her pleasure, 

"Your cock seems less hard than usual, trying to get Winter pregnant tires you out so much? since I told her that getting filled is important for her health, she must really be exhausting you to the blood, by now she is probably listening to us and brutalizing Mr. Bear" she jokes.

Determined to prove her wrong, you wait with your time, ready to thrust with your pelvis to explore her anus more deeply, causing her to scream and your cum to shoot out of her pussy at the same time as her orgasm.

"AH! I came! Have I offended you? Why don't you always hit me this far? and don't get upset about the cum. You can give me another shot after you're done with my ass. It's not like you can get pregnant with the pills they force us to take," the Japanese woman replies. Then you emerge from your bubble to find Winter standing in front of you, naked with wet fingers and a swollen pussy.

"That's enough unni, this is the only time we can do it without holding back, let him fuck me," she says staining the floor with her juices that fall from her entrance, the blonde does not wait for Giselle's answer and with a conquering step she pulls your cock out of Giselle's ass to put it in her mouth to taste her comrade's dirty hole, she also sends her fingers cum fishing in Giselle's pussy who moans at the insertion in her pussy.

"Mi..njeo..ng... wa... it," Giselle tries to say as she feels her friend's strong technique. Having your pussy fingered by someone else is a completely different sensation, especially when the queen of masturbation is in charge. "Minj... st..op": in a matter of seconds she brings Giselle's sensitive vagina to the brink of orgasm, and you don't wait either to fill her mouth with your cum, which was originally intended for the Japanese woman's ass.

Giselle is resting on her knees with her buttocks between her feet, the orgasm had made her legs stiff and she needed to rest, as for Winter she swallowed your load like a pro and is now tasting her roommate's pussy on her fingers.

"Ahhhh thanks for your cum daddy, was your little girl any good?" replies Winter in her childish tone, you can only agree and see her crawl out of the bathroom on all fours.

"P.A.P.A, now it's my turn, your little princess needs to feel your love deeeeeep inside her little kittyyyy" the blonde moans now outside the bathroom, you look at Giselle who beckons you to go and you too crawl over to your little girl following her naughty juice on the floor, the Japanese girl follows you and you find Winter presenting her pussy for her daddy, she is on all fours on the sofa with her tits and head pressed against a pillow.

With the help of Giselle who carries you, you reach her vagina, which she has taken care to spread with a V-sign, you see the inside of her pink oven waiting to be demolished, with a sharp thrust, Giselle pushes you inside her, causing her to tense up and her first orgasm arrives immediately, You don't slow down as you start to place kisses on her cervix, the blonde screams with pleasure and wiggles her hips to accompany your movements, you feel Giselle's breasts on your head as you play with her clit and anus with your tentacles,

The heat in the room increases as you take care to remate with your two bitches, winter take your cock with enthusiasm and the contractions of her pussy embrace your penis to better milk you, the young woman passionately suck one of your tentacles as a little girl prefers with her pacifier, her sweet daddy from space take good care of her hole 

"ah papa, go ahead and empty yourself, my little hole, wait to be filled with your love, let your sperm meet my ovaries, please".

The blonde's request is clear and you'll do your utmost to fulfill it, you cling to her buttocks and held by Giselle you hit her body violently with your tip and as your orgasm begins to explode in your princess's pussy, Giselle pulls you out and in turn takes you in her mouth to catch your load.

You hear the blonde moan with exhaustion as the Japanese woman cleans your cock. She keeps her mouth closed to trap your semen and moves towards Winter to kiss her greedily. She thus shares your load with her comrade, and their lips meet for the first time. When she pulls out, streams of drool and cum still link their two mouths.

“Deja vu? Get off the couch and sit on my face. I'll take care of your little pussy like you did for me earlier,” says Giselle, placing an affectionate kiss on her friend's mouth and forehead.

Winter executes herself and once Giselle is in place she lays her lower lips on Giselle's face, it doesn't take long for the Japanese woman to begin her work and Winter's moans follow, for you it's time to pay a visit to Giselle's hairy little pussy, her ass is planted in the sofa and her pussy right in front of you, for extra support you shove a tentacle up her ass before impaling yourself in her cunt,

Their pussies are a bit different, Winter's is much tighter and more sensitive, while Giselle's is extremely warm and moldy, but the important thing is that she's ready to receive your love. Giselle will wrap her legs around you, making sure you can't go anywhere and that she is as full as she should be.

Obscene sounds filled the living room as Giselle's wet face feasts on Winter's little pussy, her tongue hitting the lips aggressively as she slips three fingers into her slit, reserving her thumb for the hard clit, making our queen howl.

The slapping of Giselle's crotch also made her happy, and you took great pleasure in slapping her thighs and fondling the breasts of both idols with your tentacles, encircling their melons, hard for Giselle and with tender caresses for Winter, the cacophony continuing for a while until, by kissing her cervix, your load was ready to be deposited at the bottom, and Giselle begged you to go deep.

"CokKK, fill meeeee, my oven is ready for your children, send the sauce to my naughty interspecies loving pussy," cries Giselle as she squeezes her legs around you.

You refuse to stop the back-and-forth and your discharge begins. You take care to hit her cervix and pour your sperm into the very core of her reproductive system. The sensation of ejaculating while continuing to plow into her is so pleasurable that you don't stop until she pulls you off her with her foot.

You feel your body go away, but the girls are far from satisfied as you see Giselle leaning back on the edge of the sofa with a pillow behind her back, while Winter lies on her stomach in front of you, tasting Giselle's cum dripping pussy as she goes.

"Go on, feed her, she deserves it," says Giselle with her hair in a mess, breathing heavily as the blonde eats her pussy.

Without further ado, you spread her buttocks to see the entrance to her pussy and plunge in with tenderness, taking care to caress her back as you go, the blonde moans as your big cock enlarges her hole.

The rhythm is very different from Giselle's, like a soft cake, you gently pound her pussy and thrust slowly but powerfully, making sure you pull out each time before going back in and hitting her depth.

Probably influenced by your fuck with Giselle, Winter begs you to spank her hard.

"Please daddy, do it to me, I want to feel your love on my body, push harder, make me yours again".

You don't mind going harder, but you refuse to hit her body, on the contrary, you begin to caress her whole body gently, making her understand that a good daddy will not hurt his princess unless it's her naughty hole, your actions and words make her blush and she tenses up as you increase the rhythm and place a thousand kisses on her cervix.

"Daddy, I love you" says the idol with tears in her eyes as you stab her body with your tip, the orgasm approaches and unlike before, no one will take it away from you, you lock your cock inside her and flood her with your love, your ejaculation is massive and you hope that your little princess will be satisfied with her daddy's gift.

You pull away from the idol and see your discharge dripping from her crotch, but it is quickly blocked by Winter's hand, which is banking her gift.

"Thanks dad," she says and gives you a big kiss on the lips.

Just when you think you're done, the two girls sit down side by side on the sofa, their bodies stained with cum and wetness, their legs spread wide exposing their freshly filled and dripping pussies:

"Now honey, it's my turn," the Japanese girl orders.

"No daddy, it's still my turn," Winter replies.

"You're kidding, he just finished with you, it's my turn!

The two idols argue on the sofa, naked as worms, each making their case.

"PAPA!!!!!, come stick your baby inside me, I'll let you taste my milk and you can fill me up every day."

"HONEY!!!!!, don't listen to her, we're on the pill and you belong to me, come spread my ass while it squeezes your cock, you can use both my holes whenever you want".

Their fights continued, but they had turned you on and a new vigor arrived, you were ready to satisfy your bitches this night, repeatedly filling their dirty holes with your children, marking their bodies as possession, your sluts, your personal child bearers.

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But suddenly, the sound of the door latch echoed through the room.

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[mattybsturns]

𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 ❥ 𝓝𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓓.

pairing ➝ nate doe x sls!reader

✎ authors note ➝ here you go anon! hope you likey🤗

summary ➝ your older brothers who had been in LA for the past few weeks come visting boston to surprise you but unfortunately for them, they get surprised instead.

× warnings ➝ just making out tbh, fluff???, chris being a dick friend and brother!!(kinda)

based of this request!

You were in your room lying down on your bed scrolling through tiktok. Your brothers Nick, Chris, and Matt had been gone for atleast three weeks.

This wasn’t new to you at all. They were always at their house in LA, being the youtubers they were. You honestly didn’t mind it.

It gave you less of a hard time sneaking your boyfriend Nate in while they were there. Nate was also their bestfriend. Your mom already knew about you and Nate and helps keep you guys a secret from the boys.

She and you both know what would happen if the boys found out.

“Sorry I took so long,” Nate said as he entered the room. “You didn’t,” you smiled. Nate leaned into the bed, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

You turned your body towards him before giving him a kiss. “What was that for?” He chuckled, you gave a look before connecting your lips back together.

He took the hint and laid his hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your tongues swirling around each other.

The kiss was gentle but passionate. You straddled yourself onto Nate, leaving yourself on top of him. You both still exploring every inch of each other's mouth.

You both pause for a second when you hear a car pull up into the driveway. “Marylou?” Nate suspected, and you nodded in response.

You both went back to what you were doing before you interrupted. Marylou was fine with Nate being over it she wasn't home, she trusted him.

“Surprise!!” Your brothers said as they barged into your room, you and Nate swung your heads towards the door in a flash. Your three brothers standing there in complete shock before closing the door. Both you and Nate quickly got away from each other.

You run after your brothers, “Wait!” You yelled as you ran as quickly as you could down the stairs, Nate following behind you.

“It’s not you think-” you started, Chris turning his body. His face with rage written all over it. “Nate!? Seriously, out of all people?!” Chris yelled, Matt and Nick right behind him. Them both looking at Chris with a startled look.

They didn’t expect him to yell like that, Chris was still yelling. Some of his saliva hits your face, and you are almost tearing up. “This is exactly why I never told you!” You said, finally finding the courage to.

“Of course, I'm reacting this way!” He said, “I just found you and my best friend making out!” He said, emphasizing the word “best friend.”

“And you weren't supposed to see that, I’m sorry.” You replied, and Nate came closer to you and Chris. “Chris, we’re sorry we kept it from you but we can you blame us?” Nate said, Chris just looked at the two of you.

Chris sighs, “do you love each other?” He asked, you and Nate exchanged looks before nodding yes. “Okay then.” He says, “you're okay with it?” Nate asks, “No, but if you make her happy then there is nothing I can do about it.” Chris answered.

A smile grows on your lips catching Chris’s attention. “What?” Chris says, you give your brother a long hug, Nick and Matt joining in as well.

“Okay now that's settled, we're gonna go eat if you guys wanna come.” Nick suggests, “I think we’re just gonna go hang in my room.” You say, “Okay, bye then.” they all say before heading to the door.

You and Nate make your way upstairs, you ahead of him. “Nate?” Chris says before leaving, “yeah dude?” Nate replies, “hurt her and I’ll fucking kill you.” Chris says, “bye!” he smiles,”b-bye..” Nate waves as Chris closes the door.

•˖* riley speaks! ➝ heyy i hope you enjoyed thiss i didnt really know what to do near the end so sorry but i finished this alot quicker than most of my fics😭🙏🏻

[thebisexualdogdad]

Smutober day 28: Portgas D. Ace x Male!Reader - Ace's first time

You and Ace had been officially dating for a few months now but on the physical side of your relationship you had never gone past making out with your shirts off.

Ace was always the one to put a stop to things, you assumed he was just trying to be a gentleman and not move too quickly but the way he constantly walked around without a shirt on you were basically always turned on by him.

Once again you were in bed making out, shirtless as your hands exploring each others body but once again Ace pulls away.

“Maybe we should stop for tonight,” he says sitting up.

“Ace… do you not want to have sex with me?” You ask sitting up as well, “I mean if you don't want to have sex it's fine but I've been trying to drop hints for weeks that I'm ready to have sex and every time I think we're going to you find a reason not to.”

“No Y/N I want to have sex with you I do,” he replies.

“Then why haven't we?”

“I uh… have something I need to confess,” he says nervously, “I've never actually had sex before.”

“Are you serious?” You say noticing his face drop, “I don't mean that as a bad thing it's just- look at you! You're so hot and you never wear a shirt, everywhere we go people ogle you, how have you never had sex before?”

“I guess I just never found the right person before you,” he chuckles.

You kiss him sweetly, your hand on his neck, “thank you for telling me, we can wait as long as you want until you're ready.”

“Y/N I am so ready,” he says kissing you more intensely, “can we have sex now?”

“Are you sure?” You ask into the kiss.

“More than sure,” he nods.

You lay him back into the pillows, gliding your hand down his abs, “can I touch you?”

He nods again and moans when you cup him over his shorts.

You continue making out, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his shorts, his bulge popping out his underwear.

Ace gasps when your hand slips inside his underwear, finally touching him directly for the first time.

You stroke him experimentally, Ace giving you the go ahead to take his cock out of his underwear.

He's not girthy but he's got plenty of length, slowly stroking him making his hips buck.

It takes only a few minutes of you stroking him to make him cum and he's embarrassed about how fast he finished.

“I'm sorry I didn't mean to cum so quickly,” he blushes.

“It's okay, do you want to stop?” You question.

He looks down, seeing your erection straining in your pants.

“I really want you to fuck me,” he states.

“Do you have any lube?” You ask him but he says no, “I've got some in my room I'll be right back.”

You sneak back to your room, careful not to let anyone else in the crew see you in your half naked state and when you return with the bottle of lube you find Ace has stripped off his clothes and is touching himself to get hard again.

“Impatient are we?” you tease, dropping your pants and Aces mouth hanging open at the sight of your hard cock.

You get back into bed with him settling between his legs and squeezing some lube into your hand.

Ace bites his lip in anticipation, gasping when you tease his hole with your cold lubed up finger.

“Oh my god,” he grunts, shutting his eyes when you gently push a finger inside him.

“Does this feel okay?”

“So good,” is all he can muster out.

You pump your finger a few times to let him get used to this new feeling then adding a second and Ace is already a mess.

“I need more,” he says, unable to control his bucking hips.

You pull your fingers out of him, raising him to rest on your thighs and lining your cock up with his hole.

“I'm gonna put my cock in alright?”

He takes a deep breath, moaning when you push the tip in.

You go a few more inches further, slowly rocking your hips to see if he's in any discomfort.

“Are you still okay?” You ask for reassurance.

“It feels amazing,” he groans as you go in even further.

You move your hips a little faster, Aces arms going above his head to grasp at the pillows.

You run your hand back up his abs, palming his chest and he moans when you rub your thumb over one nipple then the other.

He's rolling his waist in time with your thrusts, mouth agape and uncontrollable moans escaping his lips.

He's in total bliss never having felt anything like this, sure he's touched himself plenty of times before but his hand didn't compare to this in the slightest.

“I'm gonna cum again,” he says, his stomach clenching and his cock swinging around.

“Let go Ace,” you say and he grips his cock, cumming for the second time while he moans your name.

You don't want to overstimulate him so when his orgasm subsides you pull out of him but Ace sits up before you can move and takes you in his hand.

“I've wanted to do this for so long,” he says, stroking you quickly.

You laugh and lean down to sloppily kiss him.

“Oh fuck Ace I'm so close,” you groan and he strokes you faster, your cum shooting out onto his chest.

“Was your first time good?” You laugh as you look at the cum dripping down his chest to his abs.

“It was better than I ever could have imagined,” he smiles, bringing you back in to kiss him.

[the--blackdahlia]

Angel Eyes (Keaton!Bruce Wayne x Reader)

Title: Angel Eyes

Summary: You and Bruce dance together.

Warnings: Just fluff. And song lyrics

For @blackberries45

The mansion was quiet. There were many empty rooms, too big for you, Bruce, and Alfred. You loved being here with Bruce, but when he was away, it felt like the mansion doubled in size. You could walk around the whole place and find things you had never seen before, despite living there this whole time. While it was interesting to explore, you always felt so alone without Bruce there.

Tonight was no different as you opened the doors to the ballroom. The biggest room in the house with nothing much in it. It would’ve been a kid's paradise. You could practically see a three-year-old Bruce running around in his socks, sliding on the floor and laughing loudly as he did. You sighed a little, it bouncing off the walls as you did. You were about to turn to leave when something caught your attention. Music. You looked around the room.

Girl, you're looking fine tonight

And every guy has got you in his sight

What you're doing with a clown like me

Is surely one of life's little mysteries

Out of the shadows stepped Bruce. He wasn’t dressed up, but he smiled at you and offered his hand to you. He walked towards him, taking his hand.

“You’re home?” You asked quietly as he started to move you around the room.

So tonight I'll ask the stars above

"How did I ever win your love?"

What did I do?

What did I say

To turn your angel eyes my way?

“Got everything finished up and there was nothing more important in this world than getting home to you,” He admitted, holding you close to him. Like he was afraid that if he let you go, you’d disappear.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” You rested your head on his shoulder.

Well, I'm the guy who never learned to dance

Never even got one second glance

Across a crowded room was close enough

I could look but I could never touch

You loved the moments like this. When it was just you and him. No fancy dress, no people pulling him away to talk grants and investments, no mingling with cop wives and politician mistresses. Just you and Bruce. No one else.

So tonight I'll ask, the stars above

"How did I ever win your love?"

What did I do?

What did I say

To turn your angel eyes my way?

“I haven’t heard this song since our wedding,” You admitted, feeling the vibrations through Bruce as he hummed along to the music.

“It always takes me back there. When it was you and me, dancing in the kitchen together to get away from all the people that wanted to take pictures and get a piece of the “wedding of the century”,” Bruce chuckled a little. “Just you and me, against the world.”

Don't anyone wake me

If it's just a dream

'Cause she's the best thing

Ever happened to me

“Am I dreaming?” You asked as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. “Are you really here?”

“Of course I am. Where else would I be besides here with you?”

All you fellows

You can look all you like

But this girl you see

She's leavin' here with me tonight

“Remember our cake? We had to sneak pieces away because people were hoarding it. That’s how we ended up in the kitchen,” You laughed at the memory of you and Bruce having to steal your own cake. He took your hand and led you through a secret panel to the dark kitchen, where you sat at the small table and ate it, feeding each other and sipping on wine.

“I think that was the best part of our wedding, besides getting to kiss you.”

There's just one more thing that I need to know

If this is love why does it scare me so?

It must be somethin' only you can see

'Cause girl I feel it when you look at me

“If we ever renew our vows, we’ll just invite Barbara, Dick, and Alfred. No one else,” Bruce promised you as the song started to end. “In the garden, just us five. No paparazzi, no upper elite. Just the people we really care about.” Bruce cupped your face, his deep blue-grey eyes staring into yours.

So tonight I'll ask the stars above

"How did I ever win your love?"

What did I do?

What did I say,

To turn your angel eyes my way?

Hey, hey, hey, yeah, awww

As the song came to an end, Bruce pressed his soft lips to yours, holding you close to his body as he deepened the kiss. You were both safe in your little world, deep in that mansion on the hill. It might be cold and rainy outside, but inside was warm and full of love.

You and your husband against the rest of the world, just like it was always meant to be.

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Jane's Birth - Part 2

Jane’s pushing contractions this time were different - coming less frequently but lasting longer. She needed to get up and move, so Jo and I helped her sit up straight.

Her supposedly half-deflated belly rested on her lap, though our surprise baby was still making it big and round. She grabbed the sides of her belly and felt around “I cannot believe there is another baby in there,”

“I’ve seen it happen before - it’s wild!” Jo said “let’s stand and get some vitals on you.”

She checks Jane’s blood pressure and temperature while Claire finds the baby’s heartbeat with her handheld Doppler. The familiar swish-swish sound of the heartbeat filled the room, and Jane notices that I suddenly relax, not sure what made me tense up so much.

Jane is stood leaning against me, gently rocking her hips side to side in an effort to get this baby down lower in her pelvis so she could push again. The next contraction came without warning and she just leans into my shoulder, moaning and rubbing her belly.

“Do you feel pushy?” Jo asked. Jane shakes her head no. Though she does say she feels a little cold. Jane works her way through this contraction as I get Jo to support her, and head off to find her comfy robe and put it around her shoulders.

“I want my baby,” she says. Claire hands over our groggy son, who is held against her exposed skin, head supported in her hand, the other hand pulling out her nipple so he could nurse. The baby instinctively faces towards where he needs to and latches on, an “ahh” sound coming from Jane when it happens.

Jane looks exhausted. Her hair is all over the place, she has streaks of blood and vernix down her legs from birthing the previous baby, and she says something about questioning if she has the strength to deliver again. I hug her close, sandwiching the baby between us which proceeds to wriggle at the unexpected confines around its body.

Jane has never really stopped moving, her hips are swaying as we cuddle. My hand reaches down to her hip and go with her flow.

She sighs to the room in general “I’m exhausted, but I don’t want this to end… I’ve felt so womanly… powerful” – she suddenly winces as the contraction picks up. Weakly she adds “but I’ll not miss those”

Claire chuckles “yeah I can’t wait… I see this happening nearly every single day of the week… I’ve seen new mums, experienced mums, shouters, screamers, moaners, silent mums, you name it… but it always makes me wonder how me and Chris will handle ourselves when it all kicks off”

Jane smiles “you’ll do fine… I’m sure your mum will keep you right.” She puffs out her cheeks at the passing of the contraction. “The breastfeeding is helping babe… things are picking up again.” She opens her stance a bit more, shuffling your feet apart.

My hand explores her body, running from her hips up to her belly, squeezing her own hand in the route. I rest momentarily on her hip again then run my hand around to her ass where I squeeze “be strong for me Janey… you’ve done so much now we’re nearly at the end”

Suddenly she gasps and lowers herself into a squat as the contraction builds “I can feel it moving down” – I follow her movements and support her. Our surprise twin puts pressure on her hips and cervix. Claire reacts, taking the baby as Jane hands it over, Jane said she needed to stand and move around with this contraction.

Jane takes in some deep breaths and just loses herself in the contraction. She’s moved over to the bed and holding on to the bedpost, bent over in a half squat breathing through the contraction. She’s humming low, rocking her hips gently.

“Mmmmmmmm …mmmmm come on baby,” she mumbles. Jo sneaks in to listen to the baby’s heartbeat. She nods with satisfaction and steps away, to allow Jane to continue with her own pace. Jane’s belly is sitting low, bulging forward. She yells something about pressure and with a loud pop, her water breaks and Baby B is pressing against her cervix.

“I have to puuuuuush,” Jane says moaning and grunting. She falls deeper into a squat instinctually and pushes but the baby doesn’t move. She wails out saying so, and complains that she thought this would be easier the second time around. Jo offers her some encouragement and explains that each birth is different, no matter how you think things should happen, nature has a way to make it unusual. She was best off just going with the flow and surrendering her body to what it wants to do, and it would be over sooner than she realised.

Claire shushes the baby, he's fussing around at all the activity which is going on in the room, but she’s obviously well practiced at doing this and soon the baby is sleeping, placed down to rest on the bed in Jane’s eyeline.

I move in behind Jane and start to rub her back as she moans through a contraction, my hands proving some positive stimulation to the point where her moan becomes much less pronounced. Jo moves to kneel down at the foot of the bed watching between Jane’s legs, seeing no sign of the head.

With Jo focusing on the new baby and Claire fussing after the previous baby, my hand cups Jane’s ass and squeezes hard as I lean in and kiss the back of her sweaty head. “Keep it up, you’re doing so well babe”

Jane’s hand flails backwards looking for something to grab. I offer her my hand and she grabs it, squeezing hard. Her eyes are squeezed tight shut and she’s vocalising loudly. Finally the contraction lets up and she opens her eyes as she looks over at Claire, looking apologetic. “Sorry I know this doesn’t exactly help seeing me struggle when you’re so close to doing this yourself…”

“It’s ok,” Claire said, though I did note a hint of nervousness in her voice.

“Jane, sometimes the cervix will close a little between birthing twins. If you’d like I can check you so you aren’t pushing against an incomplete cervix and swelling it up.” Jo said. Jane nods her agreement, and Jo moves around to get into position. Resting one hand on Jane’s knee she slides her fingers inside of her and up to the cervix.

Jane winces in discomfort as Jo feels around where she had just birthed a 10 pound baby and evidently was about to birth another. “Yeah you’re a stretchy 8-9 I’m afraid dear,” she said looking at Jane sympathetically.

“Are you serious?” Jane cried out.

“The good news is that this doesn’t usually last more than a handful of contractions.” Jo offered, encouragingly.

Claire cast an eye over to the baby, making sure he was still asleep with the noise going on in the room, but it seemed he was out like a light.

I try giving soft, reassuring kisses on Jane’s neck but I’ll admit I can feel her frustration building. “Janie, let’s take a pause and refocus and get this baby out, ok? Then we can all settle in for a long rest,” you murmur into her ear. “Let’s get in the tub.”

Claire and Jo take the hint, grabbing the baby who thankfully doesn’t stir, and leave the room to let us have some alone time. I help Jane up, throwing the robe onto the ground and leading her back into the en suite, her half empty belly hanging low as we step into the tub, the water still thankfully warm from before.

Jane Immediately gets close to me and grabs my face to pull it close, kissing me so deeply and passionately that it takes me by surprise. My response was surprisingly quick, the bulge held within my shorts pressing hard against her inner thigh, my cock pulsing as I moan with surprise pleasure.

“Janey…” I say breathlessly. “Shhhh. I need to cum.” She was straight to the point. Penetration was out of the question as her waters had broken, but the rest is all on the table.

My hands move down to hold and rub her gravid belly. “I can’t believe there’s another one in there,” I say with a hint of amusement in my voice.

“Neither can I. I can’t wait to have so many more of your babies,” she says back, her breath ragged. “I need big contractions and a big orgasm to push this one out,” she adds. Her hands move from my face to her swollen tits, where she begins to rub and pull at her nipples.

My right hand goes from her belly to her clit where I begin to rub and pinch. Jane helps by swaying her hips against my hand. Shes definitely working on getting to an intense orgasm.

“Mmmm keep going baby,” she says. Her belly begins to harden and pull up as she feels a contraction building. “Don’t stop.”

“Are you having a contraction?” I ask.

“Yes. Do not stop rubbing my clit,” she barks out a command. She leans over a little still twisting her nipples and breathes with this contraction. She moans as it builds.

“That’s it breathe baby, breathe through it.” I offer encouragement.

“Haaa haaa haaa haaa” She breathes rhythmically as the contraction grips her belly.

“Atta girl, keep going.”

“Ahhhh ahhhh come on baby ahhhhhh ahhh ahhha,” she pants again.

“Cum for me honey,” I say as I feel my cock getting even harder.

“When this passes I need it in my ass. Cum in my ass” Jane sounds almost like shes begging.

“Anything you wish baby” I say back.

Jane takes the last cleansing breath of the contraction and between us, she gets out of the bath and gets on all fours. Her legs were spread, her belly hanging low, her ass was high as she could manage. I whip off my shorts and rub my precum coated cock all over the area, starting to slowly enter her ass. She is so tight I end up letting out a loud grunt myself as I slowly slip into the waiting tunnel.

“Fuck me. Janey you are so tight.” She was hoping that the counter pressure would help open her cervix – or at least induce an orgasm powerful enough that her body would do what came naturally last time.

“I need your cum,” she begged as she pushed her ass back onto me. We started to slip back and forth, slow and deliberate movements, each fraction of an inch felt by both parties.

“You want my cum? I’m gonna give you my cum but I need you to push out my baby like a good little knocked up girl ok?” I give a command of my own. My right hand spanks Jane’s ass, knowing shes enjoyed that plenty of times in the past.

“That’s it baby, harder. I need you to have a contraction,” I say. “Rub those nipples hard Janey. I need you to push my baby out.”

She rests her weight on one hand and uses the other to pull a nipple hard to bring on another contraction.

“Is that a contraction building? Don’t push yet. I want to cum in you during your contraction,” I groan out, my own climax drawing nearer and nearer.

“Mmm hmmmm” Jane mumbles, lost in the moment.

“Again? What’s that?”

“Yes,” she manages, her eyes closed, her mouth released momentarily from biting her bottom lip.

“Good girl,”

I lean over to hold her belly to feel for a contraction. Its evident when its got her in its throes. “Be ready” is all I can say, my own voice somewhere between a pant and a growl at this stage.

“Ok!” She manages as she holds her breath to try and deal with the contraction.

“I’m gonna cum” I declare, gripping her belly tighter and pushing my cock in deeper “no pushing Jane. No pushing.”

“Come on and CUM,” she wails, unable to process anything other than the strong contraction gripping her midsection.

“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. Fuckkkkk” I almost chant at this stage.

“Ugh YES,” Jane exclaims, feeling the thick ropes of cum launched deep into her, my cock twitching as it spurts.

“No pushing babe. No pushing you are doing so good.” I say as my cock finishes spilling out its load.

“I’m gonna have to puuuuush” she wails. “The head won’t wait any more, it needs to come out!”

I spring up from the floor and pull on my shorts calling in the ladies. Jane is a panting mess - Jo and Claire come in and see her in that state.

“Oh love you are ready to deliver” Jo said. “Let’s get you up and to somewhere more comfortable.”

Between us, we get Jane up and dried off. “Ok Janey, we’re gonna have you try a new position so we can get this baby out in a few pushes.” Jo says. All Jane can do is nod as she’s lead back into the bedroom to see a new piece of equipment the ladies have brought in – a chair.

“Claire is going to sit here and you’ll sit facing Claire with your feet on the floor to get you in a deep, supported squat.”

Claire grabs a towel and drapes it over the front of her clothing, moving into position on the seat. for Jane to lean against. She squats down between Claire’s legs, her arms on Claire’s thighs and her head resting on Claire’s own bump.

“We are going to be behind you to catch,” Jo says.

“You ok?” Claire asks.

“I am“ Jane says, still bouncing a little on her haunches. Claire grabs her hands and holds on to them.

“Ok good let’s deliver this baby,” Claire says.

“I just am waiting for a contraction,” I say. Jo reaches in from behind Jane and wraps her hands around her inside of Claire’s knees, grabbing both nipples. The unexpected stimulation has the desired effect as Jane lets out a yell as a contraction rapidly starts. Jo moves away to let me in.

“Ok let’s push Janey.” Jane registers my voice from behind her. She feels my hands cupping her pussy and instantly I feel her crotch begin to move as she does so.

Claire is encouraging and supportive, telling Jane to keep bearing down.

Jo slides a mirror down underneath Jane so she can see the view of my hands and her pussy as she works, staring down at the floor.

“Rub my clit,” Jane says, not caring now if the two other women hear it.

My hand slides across her wet pussy and my expert fingers press hard against her engorged clit.

“Fuuuuccckkkkk,” She moans loudly.

“Keep going, use that contraction Jane” Jo encourages.

Jane gasps, clear that the contraction has run its course. My fingers felt the outline of the babys head from between Jane’s legs as she pushed, but it retreated once she let up.

Jo and Claire both offer encouragement and tell her to push when her body tells her to. “When it comes, deep breath in and give me a good push.”

From behind Jane, I announce “I want you to let go and cum. I need you to cum on my hand and then push, ok?”

Jane nods, squeezing her hands tightly to Claire’s. “Fuck babe I’m so close,”

As the next pain began to grip Jane’s belly, she squats deeper, pressing her body harder into my hands. I feel her lips part again and the slick bulge of the head gathers in my outstretched hands.

“That’s it. Good girl.” I chant encouragement as I feel the head move further out.

“It’s stretching me so wide” Jane’s voice bellows out from between Claire’s legs.

“Let’s deliver this baby now Jane. PUSH!” Jo exclaims.

Jane takes in a deep breath and blows it out as her entire body shakes with the effort.

Jane takes in another breath to push. “Cum Jane,” I growl into her ear.

“Oh fuck!” she screams. Her nipples are now dribbling milk, her clit hardens under my hand and she feels my hot breath against the back of her neck. “Good girl. Good girl. Keep cumming.” I say.

Jane pushed like a woman possessed, shouting “COME!” really loud with each push.

“That’s it Jane you’re crowning,” Claire says, looking down at the mirror.

“Come on babe. Push. Big push.” I offer, doing my best to keep her motivated.

Jane bears down as her pussy is stretched to its limit. Suddenly she screams “COME! COME!” and the head is out, born into my waiting hands.

Two more pants and she pushes down again with the same contraction. “Good girl. Push.” I say “one more push! Push, baby push,” I exclaim excitedly.

Jane lets out a huge grunt and suddenly the surprise twin drops into my waiting hands with its accompanying splash of fluid. I pass the baby under Jane between her legs leaving it on the floor as he heaving breaths process the last few minutes. She looks down as she’s lowered to the floor.

“It’s a girl. You gave me a girl,” she says, almost giddy with joy, leaning back into me and turning her head to kiss me.

[redbleedingrose]

Wake Up Call

Girl Dad!Eris x Reader

A/N: 6.2K words later?? I missed Girl Dad!Er and my babes Marwa and Twila! I hope y’all enjoy! As always, please reblog, comment, and like! It means the literal world to me and I will smooch you! (if u want)

~ a special thank you to @augustinerose who inspired me, and pushed me to continue to write, even when I didn’t think I could. 

Warmth. It was all I felt. It was all I wanted to feel. I shuffled my body closer to the only source of warmth in the large emerald stained oak bed, wriggling my hips backwards and using the corded bicep that was resting under my head to cuddle further into the sleeping male behind me, the high lord of Autumn Court, my husband and mate. A puff of breath escaped his lips, too sleep-idled to fully be aware of my nestling into him, but sensing through the bond that had been present for multiple centuries now, one that had grown stronger and firmer with every moment we spent together, that his mate was near, but not nearly close enough. Eris shifted his body towards me, groaning as he lifted himself from his back and onto his side, throwing his free arm around my waist and squeezing the soft flesh as he closed the gap between us, yanking my body in one tug to be fully against his, before settling his face into the crook of my neck. 

He pressed a soft kiss just behind my ear, humming in contentment before, apparently, falling back into a deep sleep as quickly as he had woken up, his soft snores fading into the fall breeze that was entering our room from the open balcony doors. The sun had barely risen, just peaking above the horizon, the milky orange and peach from the rays blending into the background of the giant sequoia forest that was married with the colored leaves of the sycamore maples and the weeping willows that I so very much loved. Sighing slowly, I dropped a delicate kiss onto a knife thin yet deep scar that marked the cream toned arm that had been acting as my favorite pillow since we had accepted the mating bond. I watched, barely awake, as the sun rose in the quiet peace of the morning, reveling in the end of the cries of the crickets and the start of the singing of honeyed songs by the diamond spotted doves.

I lived for these moments where I had alone time with Eris, as did he, his arm tightening around my waist as the song of the morning became louder and the chill of breeze became stronger, marking the start of a new day. The moments before we became high lady and high lord to our vast and expanding land. The moments before the Autumn Court depended on our daily activities to keep the territory in harmony and fruitful success. The moments before our perfect, mischievous little babes sneak into our room with their “guard” dog, who was really just a runt from a killer hound litter that Marwa and Twila convinced their papa, the usually unshakeable high lord, to buy from the farmers market with their tiny pouts and big brown eyes, in tow, just to jump onto our bed and scream with delight until we would wake and bless them with our coziest of hugs and our sunup smooches. 

Honestly, I was quite surprised the babes hadn’t run in yet, the pitter patter of their feet running towards our room that correlated with the sunrise is usually what sent my eyes flying open, shoving a warm and cuddly Eris off of me, scrambling to pull on any clothing that the newly grumpy male had hastily pulled off the previous night before we scar our innocent children for life. An observation that apparently hadn’t gone unnoticed,  a groggy murmur emmenanting from the lordling whose hand was now roaming the expanse of my abdomen and breasts, a stray finger sliding over my nipple, “What trouble do you think the babes are getting up to right now, my beloved?” 

I caught his exploring hand with my own, twining our tattooed fingers together before bringing it up to my lips and pressing firm kisses that were followed with a tiny bite to each of the available pads of his fingers, humming in response, “I haven’t the foggiest idea, husband.” He growled, shoving his naked leg between my thighs, sighing out as I brought his pointer finger into my mouth for a soft suckle to soothe the sting of the bite I had gifted him with, running my tongue along the length of his digit. 

A grin overtook my face as I finally turned to face Er, who was staring back at me with his own lust-filled smirk. A jolt of excitement ran through your core, the warmth that I had felt suddenly, rushing down to my barely covered sex that was starting to throb at the butterfly sensation that had erupted in my belly. My mate pulled me in for a slow kiss, meshing our lips together so that they would melt against each other as they had last night, quickly working in harder and faster pecks. I molded my entire body against his, grinding into the hard muscle as his hand slipped out of my embrace and up to caress my jaw, his thumb carefully pressing into the soft skin of my neck. Another thrill of heat tingeled its way through my entire body, starting from his thumb and spreading down all the way to the tip of my painted sage green toes. I couldn't help the desperate whine that escaped me, further encouraging Er to kiss me more firmly, with intent to continue into what would surely be rough morning sex that would blend into incredible love making as the hours passed. 

Unfortunately, the gods had other plans for us two today. 

The familiar sound of two pairs of small feet scampering through the hall towards our room had sent me thwarting off the edge of the bed, hurling Eris his pants as he chuckled at my panic. I shot him a dirty, betrayed look, rolling my eyes as I shoved on the silk slip I was wearing last night when I put the babes to bed, tossing myself back into Eris’ arms while pulling the heavy comforter back over us. The lordling grunted in surprise as he caught me when I tossed myself back into bed, pulling me back into his grasp, chortling into my disheveled hair with a planted kiss, “Ah, who would've known our babes would be such wonderful cockblocks, my beloved?” 

I clenched my jaw, jabbing my elbow into his perfect abs, hissing at him to “Shut up.” If I was anyone else, if I wasn’t the love of his life and his mate, if I wasn’t the mother of his children, I would already be disintegrated into ash with the force of his magic. Another swift kiss was pressed into my hair by the high lord as the hickory double doors carved with intricate designs and stained with henna were barely pushed open by the two toddlers who tried peaking their heads through the opening. 

A tuft of amber hair resembling her fathers along with another tuft of darker hair resembling her grandmother poked into the room through the doorway, curls inherited from their papa that are tangled and in disarray from the dreams of their pegasus’ in Day court, taken care of by their grandparents, mixed in with dreams of milk chocolate swirled with caramels and pecans that their uncle Lucien sneaked them constantly. Tiny grunts are heard as the babes struggle to manage keeping the doors open, their little, pudgy hands too strained against the heavy wood to even allow their shoulders to squirm against each other and through the pressed doorway, “Help pwease, papa.” The request comes grumbled out by Twila, who has decidedly put all her effort into keeping the door open for her and her sister, Marwa, whose back is now pressed into the grand oak, bare feet trying to climb up the emerald green wallpaper to use the force of her upper body to aid her twin, waiting rather impatiently for their papa to save the day, as he always does for them. 

I lean back into Eris, chuckling at the effort of the babes, nudging his already moving body towards them. His reply comes swiftly, mingled with mirth at the sweet girls he loves more than the moon, more than the stars and the sun itself, “Coming, my little loves.” Centuries ago, he couldn’t have ever imagined this is what his lifetime would be blessed with. Two perfect babes who were happy and safe, and a perfect mate who warmed his heart more than the eternal fire of Autumn. Now, he wakes every morning to the scent of his high lady who seeks him out for the fire in his blood he once despised, followed by the sounds of his precious darlings sneaking into the room, jumping onto our bed, screaming with laughter to start our day. 

He drew the door open slowly, allowing for Twila to release her efforts from holding the doors open and shift them into racing into the room towards the bed, leaving her sister behind who is hoisted into Eris’ embrace. I watched him press soft kisses into Marwa’s cheeks and messy hair while Twila fisted the fluffed out comforter to pull herself onto the bed. I settled myself into the padded headboard, crossing my legs at my ankles and placing my interlocked hands into my lap. A chuckle escaped me once again, Twila’s grunts and reddening face bringing me a sense of delight that can only be ascribed to the pride I felt in her never-ending effort, “Do you need help, little one?” I hummed down at her, leaning down to the side to see her bare feet off the floor and pressed into the side of the bed to steady her climbing. 

She whined for a moment, her amber curls falling above her eyes which she swatted away, huffing out a, “No tanks you mama.” In all her struggles, she didn’t notice Er sneaking up from behind her, winking at me with a small smirk when he fisted her daffodil yellow nightgown and gave her the final tug she needed to climb onto the bed, letting go before she could realize how her papa has interfered, and ultimately helped her succeed with her mission. Twila panted against the crumpled bed sheets, her hands curling to fist the fabric for a moment before leaping up onto her feet, jumping on the bed as though the completion of her mission had revitalized her energy, big brown eyes sparkling with joy, leaping into my open arms to shove her face into my cheek, sloppily pressing a wet kiss before she cried out, “Look mama, I did it!”

My arms wrapped around her wriggling body, yanking her into my lap while she giggled and kicked at the feeling of my fingers poking into her sides, “You did it my sweet, good job!” I returned the sloppy kiss two-fold, pressing a smooch to her warm forehead and freckled nose. The mattress shifted as Eris sank in beside me, Marwa quietly pressed into his side, her head leaning on his chest, her heavy eyes watching her sister and I before taking a deep breath and clinging closer to her papa. I reached out my hand to run my fingers through the tired babes hair, giving a soft tug to one curl following it with peppered kisses all over the top of Marwa’s head. A sleepy smile tugged at her flushed cheeks, preening under her mamas attention and love, her half lidded eyes finally giving into the sleep she so clearly felt, sliding shut with puffs of breath escaping her open mouth, soothed by the strokes of Eris’ hands down her back and back through her hair. 

Twila kindly babbled on, though, she did so more softly so she didn’t wake her twin, telling Eris and I of the things she planned on doing today, “I wanna eat nachos for breakfast, mama, an then I wanna go for a walk with Ruby,” the pup who had slid into the room with the babes and had nestled himself into the rug, dozing in front of the crackling fireplace, “An then I wanna eat nachos for lunch,” Eris cut in with a small laugh tumbling from his pretty lips, a single brow arched as he eyed the babe in my lap with amusement, “Nachos for breakfast and lunch Twi?” 

She brought up her tiny palms to stifle giggles that escaped her like a little sprite at Er’s slightly concerned tone, nodding with a hum in affirmation, finding great pleasure in being a source of what could be called ‘a healthy stress’ for her papa. Twila was always the most mischievous and playful of the two, the one most likely being the mastermind for the adventures she took herself and her sister along in as the outgoing babe she is. Poor, sweet Marwa always found herself roped into whatever Twila had planned, following along with unbreakable loyalty, and a secret knack for getting the two out of any trouble they may have found themselves in. 

Eris shot me a look that nearly sent me over the edge with cackles, the hilarity of Twila’s cravings were too adorable to handle, a feeling of delirious content spilled into my heart as I thought back to my pregnancy with the babes that were sat in our arms. I thought back to the countless nights I had woken up Eris, who startled awake with distress, thinking there was something wrong with me or the babes, or that there was some danger that needed to be eliminated, only to find that his high lady was craving cheesy, melty nachos with jalapenos and all sorts of other peppers as toppings. Pressing another kiss, this time into the babes chubby cheek, I let my smile widen as her big brown, sparkling eyes turned up to me, “How about we have scrambled eggs and potatoes, the ones that I make, and nachos for lunch, hmm?” Her replying smile lilted her ruddy cheeks enough for Eris to lean in and press his own kiss onto her. 

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It had been hours since the morning lull had quickened into the busy afternoon. Eris and I were immensely crammed with our duties, negotiations of forging an alliance between Night, Dawn, and Day was proving harder than expected. Demands that were being sent by all parties were being denied outright without explanation, driving tensions higher and higher with every passing day. The other problems of the court also required our utmost attention, the lords who remained from the rule of Beron were rebelling against Eris’ new laws that were set into place to protect the farmers and townspeople that were once oppressed, both financially and politically. Changes had to be made in Autumn once Eris took his place on the throne, assigning me as the first high lady of Autumn was the first step he made into bringing these changes. After years on the throne, things hadn’t gotten any easier. The only point of peace we got were the moments we had with each other, and the moments we had with our babes. 

We hadn’t been able to see them since breakfast; Er and I had been pulled into different meetings while the babes were whisked away to their morning lessons. I glanced up, looking over Eris’ hair at the clock that had been hung on the wall behind his desk. The times after our meetings were spent decompressing within his office, either through fucking out our frustrations or reading together in a peaceful silence. Today, it had been reading together in a peaceful silence. It was nearly a quarter till the sixteenth hour, which was encroaching on what should be the babes naptime. 

Their nanny, Zephyrus, should’ve put them to bed already, and it was high time to check and see how they were resting. Normally, Twila slept like a log, soft snores leaving her, similar to her papa  in every way. It was Marwa who sometimes struggled with her sleep, waking up in the middle of naptime, coming to her papa’s office to be snuggled and sung back to sleep. Sighing, I pulled myself up from my seat on the tanned leather couch, lifting my feet from Eris’ lap, lightly smacking his shoulder at the groan he had let out as he threw back his head into the couch. I was ready to kiss the babes and give them a quick snuggle, however sexually frustrated my mate was. “Leaving so soon, gorgeous?” 

I nearly tripped at the nickname, my heart stuttering for a moment as the bond between us pulled taught. I recovered rather quickly though, my heart returning into the deep yearning feeling for my babes and their warm bodies pressed against mine, clinging onto my hold and whining in their sleep for more soft kisses to their foreheads and cheeks, their mama’s attention something they craved even in their deepest of dreams. “I’ve been here for two hours Er, giving you my undivided attention,” I replied in a rather deadpan tone, the poor male could really never get enough of me, and he made that quite clear with another groan that slipped from his lips. I scoffed at the high lord of Autumn, “so fucking needy aren’t you?” sending him a smirk, swaying my hips as I turned toward the exit. I could hear him shuffle behind me, the image clear in my head that he was adjusting his hard on; another smirk tugged at my lips, one that was now hidden from my mate. 

As I turned to shut the door, I brought my hand up to blow Eris a kiss, and he, wordlessly, caught it, his beautiful gods-forsaken eyes glinting back at me until the knob had clicked into place. The bond between us was now struggling against me with need, enticing me to run back into the office so Eris could have his way with me, but I was more focused on getting back to the babes. I strolled through the halls, tracing with my eyes, the giant archways and marbled columns that opened into the back forest and plains of the estate before looking to the ceiling. There is a haze of lychee and pear in the breeze that guides the hung roses and peonies that cover whole portions in rocking motions, the portions that sit free are painted with the histories of Prythian breaking into the seven courts that stand today. The inner gardens had fountains that spouted water that glittered like diamonds under the afternoon sun, dazzling rainbows sent in every direction, landing on the swaying leaves of the eldred willow trees that Eris had planted in victory after he had defeated Beron. 

I reached their bedroom without haste, admiring the peach pink and lavender shade of the stained glass embedded into the entryway to the babes room, a lovely gift from Rhysand and Feyre when they were born. The rulers of the Night court had been delighted to hear that their own son, Nyx, would have not only one, but two playmates whenever we would find the time to visit their home in Valeris. Our alliance had never been stronger with the Night court, and that was something that both Eris and I had taken great pride in. I cracked the door open, peering into the dark room, only to find the two beds where the babes should be asleep, empty.

A jolt of panic shot through me and down the mating bond without meaning to, the answering tug from Eris, filled with concern and worry. I sucked a tense and heavy breath through my teeth, calming myself into believing I was just an overprotective mother hen. I sent back an ounce of reassurance down the bond, back to Er before hurrying down to the playroom. I convinced myself that it was entirely possible Twila woke early and insisted that Marwa join her for a game of pretending, pushing down the weightful sense of dread that began to fill me. The estate was impossibly protected with wards and spells that Eris himself, along with Lucien and Helion had cast, blocking off any chance of breach. My breath was too difficult to catch as I paced down the hall, a horrible voice croaking in my head, ‘Nothing is impossible, you fool. What if they were taken?” 

Hot tears rimmed my eyes as I tore into the playroom. Empty. 

Scattered toys were all over the floor, the table in the center still set with the tea cups that Marwa had gotten as a gift from Lucien, ready for the babes and their favorite uncle to join in on their ‘princess party.’ The sun shone in through the window, heating the room to the point where beads of sweat had formed at the top edge of my lip. The panic that I had shoved down reared its ugly head, spreading through me and in full force down the bond as I broke into a sprint towards their tiny classroom where they received their afternoon lessons. Maybe they had been kept by Draconus, the fae professor who, before, had taught Eris and all his brothers, and before them, Beron and his siblings, and so on. Marwa had always complained about the elderly male droning on for lengths beyond their lesson time. 

The door banged against the wall with the force that I had used to slam it open. 

Fucking Empty. 

My hand came up to my chest, clenching at the feeling of my heart squeezing too tightly in my chest, like a noose had been tied around it and tugged. A wave of nausea and dizziness swept through me, sending me tumbling backward. I nearly fell over as a pair of arms wrapped around my waist, turning me to face the person who had caught me, but I couldn’t see. My vision had blurred, blackening around the periphery as ugly, deep sobs ripped through the lump that had lodged into my throat and out of me. A set of warm hands cupped my cheeks, lifting my gaze to meet crazed amber eyes flickering back and forth with mine, “They are gone. Where are… Where are the… Where are my babes?”  It comes out rather quietly, stuttered between short and incomplete gasps. Rather breathless. Almost whispered. As if I couldn’t find it within me to speak the horrid words any louder. 

My knees gave out completely, any sensation in my legs ceased to exist, but Eris was there to lift me into his embrace, wrapping his arm around my legs and lifting me into a bridal style before resting me on the small desk that Marwa usually sat at. He didn’t wait for another moment, screaming out to his personal guards in the most chilling voice I had ever heard him use, “Lock down this fucking estate. No one moves in or out. Search the entire fucking house. Leave no room unsearched. Turn every piece of fucking furniture over. Find my children, heirs to the Autumn throne. Immediately. Or heads will roll.” His back is turned towards me as he shouted, but the panic he felt rippled down the bond in heavy waves, focusing into a rage that he had never experienced, not even when Beron lived, “and bring me the fucking nanny.” 

His guards immediately drew their iron swords at his orders and dispersed rapidly, some running further into the home, some running outside. Splitting into groups of two, one ran towards the outskirts of the estate where Zeyphrus lived to drag her back here, and the other towards the outer forest that surrounded the home. My hands shook as I traced the little carving of Marwa’s name on the small desk, left by what looks to be a very sharp pencil, or possibly, a tiny dagger. I could hardly feel the indents into the wood, my hands tingling with panic and nerves as Eris turned towards me, the fire in his eyes still evident. His hand caught mine, squeezing tightly, “We will find them my love, they will be fine. They are strong and will take care of each other.”

Another sob escaped me as I collapsed into his arms, clinging to his figure for a moment before the shouts of the nanny were heard down the hall. Two of the guards were dragging her by her elbows, she glanced wildly around the room in confusion until she was brought to her knees facing us. She took one long look at Eris’ face, wincing at the cold fury that was directed at her and turned to stare down at the ground, “Where are Marwa and Twila?” Her head snapped up, confusion washing over her face, “I– in bed my lord,” stuttering it out, more as a question than as a statement. She shifted her gaze to me, maybe hoping to find more mercy, mercy that I could not find within me as long as my babes were missing. 

She continued, her voice trembling as her body began to shake, the guards tightening their grip on her elbows and yanking her up to face us once more, “My lord, I put them to bed for their daily nap, I– are they not there?” Her cerulean blue eyes filled with tears, panic shone across her face as she begins to process the implications of not knowing where Marwa and Twila were. My tone was piercing, “No, they aren’t.” She began stuttering, but the patience of Eris and I had already been drawn out the moment we found their classroom empty, Eris had fully shifted into the ruthless high lord he once feared becoming, slamming his hand onto the wooden table next to him, his eyes filled with the fire that was stoked by the fear of losing his children, the greatest joys of his life. Zephyrus cried out in fear, flinching as the nearby supply closet lit into a controlled fire, the pent of rage and horror Eris felt bleeding into his surroundings through his fae magic. 

But there was something in the way that she had looked at us, the way she had been truly confused, almost flabbergasted that we had been questioning her about the whereabouts of our babes that made me feel as though, deep in my gut, she had nothing to do with this. I felt weak, my hands still tingling from the panic, shakily resting on one of Eris’ forearms, “She doesn’t know anything Er.” Both of their heads jolted towards me, Zephyrus with a look of relief muddled with confusion, and Eris, shaken and upset. The babes adored their nanny, and she loved them. Marwa always has stories of the cuddles she and Zephyrus had, and Twila was filled with tales of their afternoon walks through the forest. She had looked after them since they were born, setting up to help me on the toughest of nights, and the busiest of days. 

Er jerked his head at the guards, gesturing for them to take the woman away, likely to a holding cell for further questioning until the babes are found. But it would be pointless. We had sworn her into secrecy and loyalty the day she signed on as our babes nanny, and any movement away from that sworn loyalty, would result in her immediate death by the magic that bound us together. I painfully swallowed against the hard lump in my throat, still struggling to breathe, the pressure in my chest making it only possible to catch my breath, even in small gasps of air. 

The fear burned my eyes, I blinked back the stinging tears to prevent them from streaming down into an endless sea of panic. Blowing out the breath from my puffed cheeks, I stared into Eris’ flickering irises, still flaming from the worry. His warm hands came up to cup my cheeks, pulling me closer into him until his forehead was pressed against mine, “You can find them my love,” his lips fluttered above my upper lip as he spoke, “You know them better than anyone. They are your soul, as they are my heart. C’mon sweet girl, think.” His hand marked by our shared tattoo reached down and grabbed hold of my own, pressing it against his chest right where his heart beat. It felt like a hummingbird fluttering against my palm, only slowing with pulses of comfort that waved down our bond. 

I tightened my palm into a fist, gripping the soft material of his blood red shirt as I forced myself to think back to where the babes could possibly be. All the areas I had checked were my firstline stream of thoughts, but it was possible they were elsewhere in places I hadn’t even initially thought of. But the possibilities remained endless. Eris and I had been quite strict with incorporating family outings into our schedules. Even as high lord and lady, we still made sure to have one on one time with the babes, girls’ day out with their mama and daddy's day out with their papa, even their favorite uncle, the newly ascendent high lord of Day, Lucien joined in on occasion. 

From having their own treehouse built in the sacoya, to private pathways in the forest, to small alcoves for a game of hide and seek, to the rapids of the Sienna river where Eris took them fishing. 

They could be anywhere. 

And who even knows if they were together? 

I sent a silent prayer to the mother and gods above, to any deity who had the sympathy to listen and hopefully, the benevolence to answer such prayers, that they were together, that they remained as a unit of sisters, stuck together with the everlasting love of siblings. I prayed a prayer that they would give me even the smallest of clues as to where they could possibly be, And I hoped that Ruby, their pup, was with them, even as small as he was, it was possible that–. 

The pup. 

The hounds. 

Though Eris’ palm was rubbing the back of my neck, keeping me close to him as he eyed my now concentrated face, I felt myself hurtle back. The fucking hounds. “I– I think I know. Gods, please, I think–,” I couldn't even finish my sentence, already using all my force to push myself off the desk, legs pumping underneath me, carrying me before the thought could even finish itself. I continued crying prayers to myself as I ran, “gods, please, please.” I could barely hear the thudding of Eris’ leather boots against the marbled floor and then the evening dewed grass over the blood that was whooshing in my ears. 

Eris slammed into my back, not expecting me to suddenly stop in my tracks. His arm wrapped around my hips as we both stumbled forward, trying to prevent me from being thrown over the stable door as the force of his impact made its way through me. But my feet were planted on the floor, my hand frozen stuck on the door handle. A question comes out of Eris’ mouth, one that I do not hear as I forced myself to take another deep breath, a final beseeching prayer to the cauldron before heaving the heavy door open. 

One of my hands reached back to grab Eris’ as I pulled him and I inside, eyes searching over every millimeter of the stable, over and over. The stalls remained childless, with only hay and curious horses peaking at us. My grip tightened its hold on Eris’ hand, squeezing three times on occasion as he paced behind me, rechecking every stall that I have peered into. I switched my path away from the horses and towards the area where the killer hounds were kept. The ones that belonged to Eris, even before I was in his life. The ones who are supposed to tear apart any enemies to the Autumn Court into literal shreds. The ones who are known to maul intruders of the estate.

The ones that have the softest of soft spots for the babes and I. 

The ones who used to whine at our bedroom door until Eris would get out of bed to open the door for them. The ones who would rush into the room and pounce onto the bed to snuggle against me. The ones who refused to leave my side during my pregnancy, taking turns laying their head on my swollen belly. The ones who stood at the doorway during the birth of the babes, growling at any sentry who walked past the room. The ones who licked the small toes of Marwa, and sniffed at Twila’s little fists. The ones who ran ahead during our family hikes to warn us of any pedestrians ahead. The ones who slowed their trots to match pace with the small toddling of Marwa and Twila. The ones who patiently allowed for Twila to climb onto their backs, who screamed with joy, “Onward Buster!” forcing them to carry her to wherever the little one pleased. The ones who sat with Marwa, who settled herself on their side, reading tiny books to them, pointing out the pictures with her chubby pointer finger which they would attentively stare at. 

And there they are. 

I took a moment, soaking in the scene before me, pressing my hands into my belly, trying to quiet the sobs that are forcing their way through my body. I heard a gasp of relief from Eris, who hugged me from behind and stroked the backs of my hand, popping a quick kiss into my cheek and then on my temple before resting his head on top of mine. He slowly swayed us side to side, enjoying the most adorable, relieving sight he had ever seen in his entire lifetime. 

Twila was curled into Marwa, her pudgy arm clinging to her sister's soft, plush belly. Marwa’s head was turned toward Twila’s, her tiny hand tightly gripping her sisters, the both of them fast asleep, cuddled together, surrounded by the warmth of the twelve killer hounds that Eris had raised. Their pup lay on his stomach, snoring softly as the babes feet rested under him, acting as a miniature comforter.  

It was Marwa who woke first, hearing the shuffling of her mama and papa trying to move around the hounds to reach them. Her tiny fist released her sister's hand, rubbing at her sleep crusted eyes, a tiny yawn escaping her as she sat up and stretched, her adorable rounded belly sticking out. “Mama?” Her voice is heavy with sleep, her eyes half lidded as she fought off falling back into her dreams. 

I choked down another sob, reaching down for her, my smile watery and full as her arms automatically reached out so she could be held, “Hello my beautiful little babe.” I pulled her into my embrace, clutching at her dress and stuffing my face into her messy, knotted hair, “And what kind of mischief have you and your sister gotten into little one?” Her legs could barely wrap around my waist, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck as she buried her face into my shoulder, taking a deep sigh of content as she took in her mothers scent. Eris finally reached the passed out Twila, who continued snoring quietly as he lifted her up into his chest. He planted a kiss onto her nose, which twitched at the tickling sensation, before she snuggled deeper into his warmth. He rocked her, patting the space between her shoulders to soothe her back into her deep sleep. The hounds lifted their deadly stares at us, taking a moment to recognize who we are, before resting their heads back onto their feet. 

I huffed out a snort, rolling my eyes while I approached Eris, focused more so on bending over to kiss Twila’s ruddy, warm cheeks than the napping hounds. Marwa grumbled, wriggling deeper into my embrace when Eris landed a sloppy kiss onto her forehead. He sent a smirk my way, bumping his hip into mine as we strolled out of the stables, “They really are your children,” his voice is hoarse, but filled with mirth and fondness. I scoffed, bumping his hip in return, much rougher than I had initially intended, “And what is that supposed to mean fireboy?” I side-eyed him, pursing my lips into a wicked grin as he flushed red at the nickname. “I mean, they fall asleep anywhere and everywhere at any time. And I wonder who they got that from,” boring his amber eyes into mine without any sense of hesitation. 

I playfully gasped at the hidden accusation, tickling the bottoms of Marwa’s feet who kicked them out and cackled as I stared incredulously at her, “Do you hear your papa little one? How ridiculous is he?” She leaned in, pecking my lips with a tiny kiss, before pulling back, her chocolate brown eyes bright and sparkling, “So so ri-ducky-lucky mama.” Eris chomped his teeth at her, “Honk honk,” snickering at her cheerful yelps. He settled the napping Twila, who had a tranquil smile gracing her face, on his hip, reaching his free hand, tattooed with our marriage vows to rest on the small of my back as we walked back to the estate. 

They were most definitely sleeping in our room at nightfall.

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Backseat of his Brother’s Car - Tommy Miller x Reader

Summary: Tommy picks you up from work, both of you having missed each other recently with your work schedules meaning there's a lot of pent up frustration 

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: Smut; riding; p in v; fingering; a little bit of overstimulation; fluff; established relationship

Notes: I had this idea for a while but didn’t have the motivation to finish it until @thesapphirequeen send me an ask with a similar prompt

Y/N’s POV

The cafe is always quiet after seven pm as the workers are mostly home by now but there’s always a few stragglers who have had to work late or the students who have been in all day, not realising the time until the evening sun turns the room a mixture of oranges and red. It’s my favourite time of day, the sunsetting means I can finally hang my apron up, leaving Frances to close up. Before I go I make sure to brew three coffees and a frappe knowing I’ll get those sad puppy dog eyes from Joel and Sarah if I don’t come back with their usual coffees. Upon moving to Austin I never expected I’d find a family let alone a boyfriend but three years later here I am. The tray of coffees in my hand and my soft goodbyes called to Frances breaking the comforting quiet of the cafe then the cold evening breeze wrapping her hands around me. 

There he is, sitting in the front seat of Joel’s truck, cigarette hanging from those kissable lips, curving up into a loving smile when he sees me. The click of the car doors unlocking has me rushing over, wanting to get into the warmth and head home to have dinner with my three favourite people. 

“Hey there baby girl.” Tommy coos as I pull the passenger door shut behind me, securing the coffees in the cup holders before leaning over the console to steal a kiss from him, his lips tasting of strawberries and cigarettes. It’s so addictive, everything about Tommy is addictive and I just want to climb over and settle on his lap but we can’t. We’re outside my work and Tommy’s brother and niece are waiting for us to have our dinner, Joel probably trying to cook it which will end up with Sarah taking over. I don’t know how the brothers survived before I arrived in Austin as neither of them can cook anything without almost setting the kitchen on fire. It’s amusing and I guess adds character to them both, watching the way they panic and flail around trying to act smooth which I don’t think is a word either brother have heard of when it comes to cooking. 

A hand lays on my thigh, higher than it should be and Tommy’s bottom lip is between his teeth as he joins the road from the carpark. His sun kissed skin glowing in the evening light, illuminating his freckles and I want to run my tongue over every single one. His hand is inching further up, slipping under my skirt until his pinky finger ghosts over my now aching core, my legs spreading further apart instinctively. I could never say no to Tommy, the way he treats me like I’m the only person in the world, taking his time to explore and work out every dip and bump in my skin over the last year. 

We’re not that far away from home and Joel and Sarah will be waiting in the living room so we wouldn’t be able to sneak upstair anyway so he’s just teasing me. Teasing himself too from the way his jeans look exceptionally tight and well… two people can play this game, “Tommy,” I warn and he glances at me, cognac eyes so dark they’re almost black and his lips part with a soft moan when I place my hand over his ever-growing bulge, “Is this why you wanted to pick me up today, hmmm?” I breathe against the taught skin of his neck before biting down, not enough to break the skin but enough that the car jerks a little. 

“Fuck baby girl,” He grips my thigh tighter, “We haven’t had much time alone together with me working late and you working early.” 

“I know,” I sooth the bite mark, before moving back to my seat, leaving him wanting more. A scowl appears on his face as his hand tightens on the steering wheel, his hand on my thigh moving to cup my soaked panties. Two thick fingers plunge inside without a warning, my hands flailing to find something to ground myself to, one wrapping around his wrist that is pumping those two fingers in and out of me and the other digging my nails into the fabric of the seat below me, “T-tommy… we can’t. O-oh fuck.” My head drops when he curls those fingers and my backs arching, tightening around him as he smirks, attention on the road as we pull onto our road. The heel of his palm presses against my clit and I’m jolting in my seat, a pitiful whine leaving my lips as he reverses into the driveway. 

“Backseat. Now.” Tommy’s growling out, turning the engine off and I just stare at him wide eyed until he’s pulling his fingers out of me, leaving me empty and wanting. He doesn’t have to say it twice, I’m scrambling into the backseat, minding the coffee and waiting for Tommy to join me. As soon as he’s settled in the back with me I’m being yanked onto his lap, his fingers resuming their brutal pace, rubbing against that sweet spot that has me whimpering. His other hand tangles in my hair, voice low when he says, “Eyes on me baby girl, I want to see you when you cum for me.” 

It takes everything in me to force my eyes open, meeting the endless pools of deep cognac staring back as his thumb rubs rough circles over my almost overstimulated clit. A gasp tearing from my lips as the waves of pleasure crash through me, my walls clamping around his fingers and he’s whispering sweet praises as I ride out my high until I’m slumping forwards, my head on his shoulder. The hand gripping my hair now moving to card through it as he murmurs against my neck, “One more baby girl, I need one more from you.” 

I just nod, hands moving between us to fumble with his belt and popping the buttons on his jeans. We both feel the urgency, this needing to be quick as there’s no way the pair inside the house didn’t hear the car pull in. It means Tommy barely gives me time to adjust to his girthy length before he’s gripping my hips and raising me up to slide me back down, finding a brutal pace that has me gasping as the tip grazes my cervix with every thrust. It’s quick, it’s hot and it’s heavy. Kisses are harsh and biting, the windows of the car fogging up as my hands tangle in his hand and I’m pulling as that coil in my stomach begins building again, causing my walls to close around him. 

He panting my name, teeth marking any bare skin he can get his lips on as his dick begins twitching with every downwards drag. Neither of us are going to last much longer, especially when his thumb moves back to my sore clit and he’s pressing on it, not even rubbing but it’s too much. My nails digging half moons into his shoulder while my other hand in his hair tightens almost painfully but he seems to get turned on by it with the way his hips stutter and he’s pulling me down once more. The guttural moan that leaves his lips in the form of my name is making me almost cry with pleasure, the feeling of him filling me up making my legs shake with effort. 

We stay like that for a little longer, his face buried in the crook of my neck, my forehead against the back of the seats and both of us trying to catch our breaths, just revelling in the feeling of my overstimulated walls still fluttering around him. Tommy is very much into the after sex bliss, wanting to stay inside for as long as he can, sometime we’ll fall asleep like that but right now we can’t. His hands tightening on my hips when I try to move has me whining as we’ve been out here for a suspiciously long time and his dick is twitching against my g-spot, sending waves of too much pleasure up my spine. I finally pry my eyes open, legs still shaking and am met by the front door opening, Tommy still grinding my hips against his a little in overstimulation. Joel appears, eyes narrowing with suspicion when he catches the fogged up windows and I’m panicking. 

“Joel! Joel! Joel!” I’m tapping Tommy’s shoulder as Tommy’s older brother walks towards the truck… his truck. Tommy helps me off, quickly tucking himself back into his jeans and doing the zipper up while I flatten my skirt just as the door to the backseat gets open. 

“In my car?!” Joel crosses his arms like a father telling his children off and I just duck my head, straightening a crease in my shirt. Tommy just flashes his older brother an innocent smile, grabbing my hand and pulling me out the car after him. Joel shuts the door and locks his car before following us inside. 

I kiss Tommy’s cheek and tell him I’m going to take a shower. Tommy’s eyes darken hungrily at this but I smack his chest lightly, not wanting to get into even more trouble with Joel, “Go help Joel set the table for dinner.” 

“Yes ma’am.” He grins, grabbing my wrist when I head for the stairs, eyes soft when I look back, “I love you baby girl.” 

“I love you too cowboy.”

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Mr. Jeon: Truth

you finally get the answers you were looking for, without knowing you had them all along.

» genre: angst

» wc: 2k

Part 6 | Masterpost

i twirl his curls around my finger as he rustles in his sleep. if you could judge a person based on how they sleep, you would severely misjudge jungkook.

he’s a soft sleeper. he likes to grab and nuzzle and whines when you’re too far. it's all unconscious, of course. but i’d like to believe that's how he really is, and one day i’ll get to see it.

his eyelids flutter open and he barely notices me as he hums. “good morning.”

i softly smile at him, “good morning. breakfast?” he groans and turns away from me, but i lean over him, “i’ll make you something if you tell me what you want.”

he doesn't reply and i figure he fell back asleep. no matter, i rise to my feet and take it upon myself to explore the kitchen.

as expected, most of its healthy stuff and easy meals, but i manage to find a pack of bacon and just enough pancake mix for the both of us.

i’m putting the finishing touches on the pancakes when he walks out of his bedroom, looking unpleasant and cranky, but i figured he wasn't much of a morning person.

“what are you doing?”

i look around me before staring back at him, “making breakfast?”

his brows furrowed, “why?”

“because i was hungry and-”

“you figured you'd just help yourself to whatever i had here?”

i blink at him, aware of the egg shells i was treading on now and i racked my brain for any way out of this or what i had possibly done wrong, “i-i was trying to be nice-”

“it's not.” he speaks curtly. shoving his hands in his pockets and sighing as he rolls his eyes, “i need to get some work done.” i look down at the food then back at him, impatiently waiting for me to do something, anything, but i’m clueless. “y/n, leave.”

i was hurt. the type of hurt that makes your head heavy and tears run dry. the type of hurt that makes your body ache and leaves you drained in every sense of the word. i had never felt this way before.

what i thought was a weekend with no texts or calls turned into a week, then a month, then two. this was when i began to truly be physically ill. i could hardly be in the same room as him, it drove me insane.

i was trapped. he wouldn't talk to me, he simply stopped and shut me out with no explanation, and it wasn't fair.

i tried staying late and sneaking into his room, but he never stayed. it wasn't until teacher meetings came along that i finally had him alone.

i walked into the room alone, and i knew he had anticipated this as soon as he saw my name on the papers. and finally, after months of silence, he spoke to me.

“i’m assuming your parents aren't coming to discuss your lack of progress in my class this semester.”

i stare at him speechlessly, does he find this amusing? is this fun for him? was he getting off on me being miserable? “i wonder why that is.”

i sit in the chair across from his desk with my arms crossed across my chest. he stares back at me, completely stoic. the room was silent. so quiet you could hear the conversations of the parents next door if you really tried, quiet. he cracks a smirk, “so are we just going to sit here until you're done brooding?”

“why are you ignoring me.” i growl. i've never considered myself an angry person, but jungkook always had a way of bringing out parts of me i never knew existed. he doesn't move nor speak. “why are you doing this to me?” nothing, still. “do you think it's amusing? do you think you can just do whatever you want-”

“you told me i could.”

i pause and almost scoff, “this isn't fair.”

he ticks his head amusingly, “what, it's not fair because you're not enjoying it anymore?” he laughs, “you really don't know what's good for you y/n.”

jungkook lifts himself off of his seat and i prepare to argue every point he has, even if it's void and just meaningless words spewing from my mouth. “you're scared.”

he looks at me offended, as if i was stupid for saying such a thing. “we had something good. you let me in, you got scared, you left me.”

he scoffs and shakes his head, “no, i did you a favor.”

“i have never felt worse in my entire life?! how are you possibly doing me a favor.”

“you truly think you're better off with me?”

“yes! of course!”

he stills, exhaling deeply before sinking back into his chair. “then take this as your final lesson from me,” he leans closer and i feel the tears brimming in my eyes, “you are not better off with me.”

i can't comprehend his words. i won't, even if i could. i refuse them. “i-i’ve done everything you've asked.” my eyes dart between the desk and the floor, “what more can i do? w-what did i do wrong?”

he sighs and i know he’s deeply annoyed.

“you're so childish.” he seethes, “y/n, there is nothing real here.” he leans closer, making sure i hear him as precisely as he's speaking, making his intentions clear beyond a shadow of a doubt, “i was using you. you were using me. this is not love, this is not healthy, this is not commitment or romantic. this was two people with something to gain, and i'm calling it off.”

a single tear rolls down my pink cheeks and i can't be bothered to pretend like it didn't. his words are muddled in my brain, had i been wrong the whole time? how much of this had been in my head? had i really constructed this entire thing myself? it's not like he lied to me, right? he never claimed to love me, or wanting to be with me, he was only ever mean and occasionally, nice. i was the one that filled in the blanks on my own account. i was the one that thought they were reading between the lines, when there was nothing to be read. these pages were blank all along, and if i flip it over once more, i'll reach the cover. “so, it's over.”

it’s so quiet, i don't think he even hears. i tug my lip between my teeth and i'm tired. as if i'd ran a marathon, built a house, took an exam, i shoveled myself into a hole of my own ignorance, my own illness, my problems and mine alone. they were never his, he was never going to be my savior like i thought he was, and he never pretended to be.

“y/n,” he says, ive been quiet for so long.

“yeah?” i meet his eyes and they're soft, almost concerned, and slightly apologetic. this confuses me more than anything, why can i read him now? do i finally understand?

“are you alright.” i allow my furrowed brows to relax.

“yeah, i think i am.” he's confused, i can tell by the way his cocky attitude has dissipated and he's left on edge with my new behavior.

i still don't know what he's thinking behind those big brown eyes of his, and i'm all too exhausted to care. with a heavy sigh and an even heavier heart, i grab my bag and rise to my feet. he doesn't speak nor try to stop me in any way as my feet guide me to the other side of the desk where he sits, he doesn't stop me when i put my fingers underneath his chin or when my lips touch his skin. and he doesn't call out to me when i walk away and towards the door.

“i don't blame you, jungkook.” i feel compelled to tell him. “it's what i asked you to do, after all,” i turn to look at him, my hand still on the door handle, “isn't it?”

he nods solemnly, as if he was watching something in front of him and it wasn't reality. “it is.”

i nod, “i was wrong.”

the door closes behind me, and the first step away is heavier than the last, but i make it home nonetheless.

i don't hear his reply from behind the mahogany door, unsure if it would make a difference. “it's not your fault.”

time passes, life goes through phases, and jungkook eventually becomes nothing but a memory i reflect on occasionally. i wonder if what i experienced with him was a precursor, or a glimpse at what was to come in the future. chasing men who give me attention because i know no better. falling into the same habits repetitively, questioning if i knew what was happening at all, all along, or if i've simply been and always will be this naive.

he was the mirror, he was my beginning. on my worse days, he's the one i blame. on my best days, i'm sorry for him.

jungkook was imperfection at its finest. a deeply flawed individual, who looked and seemed completely content and achingly gorgeous. even i wouldn't have known the depths of his personality had he never opened up to me. i find myself wondering what he's doing from time to time, and like all humans, i spare a few minutes at night to search his name, but it's almost always the same.

i figured someone like him doesn't need much of a social media presence, when his presence alone speaks for itself.

i never considered jungkook would be as curious and apologetic as i was, and maybe even more so. enough to be the first to reach out.

i combed my fingers through my wet hair as i sat in front of my dresser when my phone vibrates on the table, muting my tunes and bringing me out of my post-shower trance.

the number is unknown though, so i send it to voicemail.

“is soojun still calling you?” my roommate jokingly says, dramatically falling onto my bed and not her own.

“no, unknown num-” my phone buzzes again with the same number. my brows furrow, “same number again, but it's not in my saved contacts.”

she rises from the bed and takes my spare charger, “this is what i came for, and don't forget, send me your dissertation!”

i laugh and nod at her constant pestering, “yes, yes, soon!”

the call disappears from my screen as yumi leaves my room and i shrug. it rings a third and final time, and i pick it up.

“hello?”

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[stayinguplate]

Winter knows best ~

So basically it’s based off of this one shot enjoy ☺️

This story will have platonic yandere tendencies, ice Marcy will be in this because we need more ice Marcy ,this will me in readers point of view

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“winter knows best,I know what’s best”

I mocked Simons words to myself as I was in my room laying down on my bed

,I asked Simon earlier today to train with the ice scouts but he dismissed my question and said

‘I know what’s best and the best for you is to sit and be pretty and never worry about anything’

I sighed to myself as I remembered the memory that replayed 30 minutes ago

* knock ,knock *

I immediately sit up and look to my door to see Marcy but she looked slightly confused and sad

“ hay Marcy are you OK ?”

I asked with worry as she came inside my room and jumped up on my bed and hugged me

“ winter says i can’t go out to explore but i really want to go to see the penguins and play”

She says as tears drop down her face as I hugged her tiny body to give her comfort petting her hair

“ I know Marcy I want to go play to in a way……it really does suck, I wish he could see the the way we see things and how this isn’t fair “

Marcy continues to lay there as I explain to her the unfairness that was happening

“ it’s always winter knows best and i love winter He’s the best but sometimes I don’t …know”

I nodded and reassured Marcy getting patting her shoulder

“ i get what you mean Marcy ,he’s cool but then it switches when we want to hang out by ourselves “

Marcy nodded as she looked up at me with sadness in her eyes

I sighed as I thought of something on what would we or what could we do as a slight idea came into my head

“ well we could sneak out but i don’t know if it’s a good idea and Simon might be mad if we get caught…”

Marcy’s mood immediately lightens up

As she tugs on your sweater

“Please please i promise we won’t get caught pleaseeeee!”

Marcy begged tugging on your sweater with a pleading face that you soften

At and sigh

“ alright alright..but just be quiet okay we don’t want Simon to hear us”

I explained to Marcy as she lets go of your sweater and hopped off the bed as you got of along with her

And grabbed her hand gently

“ okay Marcy you ready?”

I whispered to her as a bright smile appeared on her face

“ yes yes thank you reader!”

She happily whispered to me as we carefully snuck out avoiding Simon every time we saw him.

As we finally make it the the front castle door we leave and carefully close the door, we both giggled at we make it to the ice village

5 minutes later we both finally managed to make it to the frozen lake and we saw a bunch of penguins around,

Marcy’s eyes light up as she walks quickly over to the penguins I walked along with her making sure she was okay and the penguins weren’t in a bad mood.

A little penguin waddled up to her nuzzling into her, she giggled and hugged the small creature,

I smiled at the sight as I sit in the soft snow happy knowing that she didn’t have to be trapped in the castle .

I get that Simon cares for us but sometimes it gets a little overbearing sometimes and we don’t want him to be constantly on our side

Always saying when we want to do something by ourselves

“ winter knows best …or I know best “

But I think me and Marcy should do this more just to get out .

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“ WHAT IN THE SNOW HEAVENS ARE YOU TWO DOING?!”

I turned my head around quickly as winter runs over to Marcy and I

“ Simon please let me explain,Marcy just wanted to go outside and I watched her and we are both oka-“

I tried to explain the situation quickly but Simon cut me off

“ I’m sorry but reader but you still disobeyed me!”

Simon yelled as Marcy ran behind me as Simon looks to us in slight frustration he takes a deep breath and then sighs pushing his glasses back up

“ I’m not upset or disappointed,I’m just glad you two are safe ,i mean what we’re to happen if you and Marcy got hurt?…”

He grabbed me and Marcy gently and started walking kind of dragging up back to the castle Marcy had a sad look on her face as I looked away slightly upset

“ don’t worry you two, after all winter knows best~”

He said smiling as he push the bad memories away in the back of his mind

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I hope this wasn’t too bad because I feel like this really sucked but I also think it was pretty good but I hope you all had a good day night or even afternoon and I’ll see you later happy November 1st

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[lil-spider]

So Damn Pretty

Chapter 7

Part 6 : Part 8 :

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter X Female Reader

Summary: Johnny is sex starved and you’re very attractive, so attractive that he doesn’t want to kill you. Instead he finds ways to keep you around longer.

Note: Stockholm syndrome is in full play now and pls don’t hate me lol.

Warning: This is 18+ and please do not read if your sensitive to heavy descriptions of non/con and violence. Including bondage, blood, gore, assault, cheating, objectification and unsafe sex. For those who don’t mind, I hope you enjoy.

Many days have passed—about three and a half weeks since Johnny last touched me—and it has been driving me crazy.

We’ve been getting closer, taking nightly walks through the beautiful sunflower field. It became my favourite part of the day. After dinner, he and I would sneak off outside, talking to me about his interests or whatever he did for the day, and I would tell him mine. We chew on sunflower seeds and sit in a run-down car, watching the sunset fade into the night. We’re steadily learning more about each other; on rare occasions, he opens up to me, and during such times, I see him as a broken young man rather than a monster.

But now our walks have ceased, as has the sex. He’s been neglecting me, making me miss his cock and touch. I so desperately want to fuck him. We were having sex almost every day since I arrived, and now, nearly a month of no action has taken a toll on me. I've become increasingly frustrated and exhausted. 

It doesn't help that Nubbins has been pointing out that I look fatter around the stomach and chest, making crude remarks about how full my breasts appear, until Sissy smacks him on the back of the head for his rudeness. He just immaturely blows raspberries at her.

Nubbin's is right. I've noticed that I've gained some weight and that I've become considerably hungrier. Which has me concerned. At dinnertime, I've started eating more, going for seconds unintentionally, impressing everyone at dinner.

Johnny’s ban on leaving the house by himself has been lifted since I arrived; according to Sissy, he has been using his new freedom to drive up town to local bars. I know more meat has been stocked up after his nights out; I only see him bring back supplies or cigarettes; no bodies, thankfully. Most days, I know that he helps Drayton at the gas station. I overheard them one time talking about me working there with one of them. It honestly sounds refreshing to have some new scenery, even if I have to work.

My chores around the house are becoming more routine. Sissy and I spend all of our time together; she's come up with fun things to do, either playing some card games or listening to music on her record player. She’s been great, like a sister I’ve always wanted. We’ve been getting closer as Johnny’s been busy. I even spent time with Bubba outside in the gardens, planting some new flowers as he brought over the heavy soil, with Sissy teaching him. He is like a puppy, exploring his surroundings. I've actually started enjoying myself here, almost forgetting about my old life.

I'm currently lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. It’s peaceful in the early morning. Drayton, whom I've picked up the habit of calling Mr. Sawyer, drove off to the gas station a few minutes ago, waking me up with his grumbling downstairs as he left the house.

I have come to be attuned to the footsteps of everyone. Johnny is very heavy-footed, while Sissy and Nubbins are very quiet. Drayton scatters around while Bubba thunders up the stairs with no care. It helps me figure out what is happening around me.

I’m no longer locked in my room. Being here so long, working, and not bothering to escape has rewarded me with trust, and honestly, I'm not sure if it's even worth trying to leave. I've just adapted to my new environment so well that I don't see a point in leaving. especially since I don't want to disappoint Johnny either.

I’ll do anything to have him inside me again. The more I think about his thick cock,large muscles, and handsome face, the throbbing below increases. I move my hand down, sliding it under my panties, gently placing a finger in my engorged clit, rubbing it in small circles.

I breathlessly moan and pinch my left nipple while imagining Johnny. His cock stood tall as he stroked his hardness, sitting on his bed, waiting for me. I want to lick his throbbing tip and hear his groans. I picture myself sucking him off, taking his whole cock to the back of my throat. I go to climb on top of him, letting his fat cock slide inside me as I start riding him. My hands are on his chest as I bounce. The more I imagine, the faster I rub my clit. I squeeze my thighs together as my orgasm comes quickly. I pull my hand back while sighing in disappointment; it’s not as good. But it does the job.

Feeling a little relieved, I roll over and prepare to get some more sleep until I hear another truck drive up. It’s Johnny's. I lay there, listening to him slam his truck door and loudly enter the house. Like always, he chucks his keys on the kitchen table, but instead of going to his shed, I hear his footsteps go downstairs to the basement.

The familiar sound of the basement door opening and closing spikes my curiosity. He rarely goes to the basement, only if he needs to help Bubba, but it's too early for Bubba to be awake, so I'm desperate to know what he's up to.

I contemplate going, fear of consequences rousing, but my yearning for Johnny runs deeper. I get up off the bed and pull a short black, long-sleeved maxi dress over myself.

Choosing to go barefoot, I carefully open the bedroom door, not to awaken anyone, and cautiously descend the stairs, making my way to the basement. I glide past the red wall displayed with an arrangement of animal skulls. Arriving in front of the basement door, I gently slide it across the opening, leaving just a big enough gap for me to slide in. Leaving it open, I glance around the hellish pit of the household. A red hue cascades over the lair. Its pungent odour, with which I had found it vile, is now somewhat familiar.

I pick up his voice coming from one of the rooms they keep the victims in. I should turn back; it’s not my business, and I could get in trouble for putting my nose where it doesn't belong. Creeping forward, I forget my worries as I develop an itching sensation that can only be relived by finding out what Johnny is doing. Tip-toeing over to the door like a little mouse, I squat near the door and peek through the gaps. The sight before me made me realise I should have never left the bed.

A woman with long, shiny black hair who has her wrists tied behind her back with a zip-tie is crying out while voluntarily riding Johnny’s cock. My fingers dove tightly into my hands as I witnessed Johnny fuck another woman. He grips her shapely hips against him. Thrusting up into her as he lays back on an old, dirty mattress

The unknown woman throws her head back while increasing her moans. Johnny continues his restless pounding. I watch his thick cock slathered in their juices go up and down inside her. Her large chest was bouncing along. She’s moaning Johnny’s name with a sultry voice as she leans over him, pushing her chest into his face.

Mixed emotions take over: arousal, jealousy, and insecurity. I feel so hurt and betrayed, and yet I can’t look away. I’m finally seeing Johnny after so long. I squeeze my thighs together, rubbing them for relief as he moves his right hand off her hip, going between her legs and rubbing her clitoris. Uncontrollable tears leak from my eyes as I cover my mouth, muffling my whimpers.

They change positions; he sits up and pushes her down, sucking on her hard nipples while fucking her into the mattress violently. I’m unable to do anything. I want to snap her fucking neck off. My pussy throbs while embarrassingly soaking my underwear. I just want to shove her away and get fucked by him instead. She’s now obnoxiously yelling about how she's about to cum, and now I want to leave. I can’t watch this anymore. I don’t want to see Johnny finish with her.

I sneak back up the stairs, closing the metal door gently behind me, and rush back upstairs to my room. I go under the sheet and lay on the bed. My clit throbs, but I’m so jealous that I just want to curl up. I start to cry from all these overwhelming emotions, trying to take deep breaths to calm myself. I hug my pillow, biting into it out of utter frustration.

I take deep breaths, trying to calm down. Salty tears and snot drip from my face as I cry into my pillow. We were never together, but it still feels like I was betrayed. I worked so hard to fit in here like he wanted, and he fucks another woman! Is she the first? How many girls has he gone through? Is he going to replace me now? The idea of being replaced makes my chest tighten, and more tears spill out as I become more upset.

Wiping my face with the sleeve of my dress, I decide to go to one person who can give me some answers. To understand what’s going to happen to me. Getting up, I leave my room and go over to Sissy’s. I knock lightly on her door and wait for her while continuing to wipe my tears. 

She opens up with a bright smile, but it falters as she sees my red nose and weeping face. Sissy wraps her thin arms around me, enveloping me. I return the much-needed hugs as she brings me into her room.

“Oh sug', what’s got ya’ all blue?” She pulls me along to sit on her bed as she grabs a tissue, wiping my face.

 

I try to control my words, but I just stutter out what I witnessed in the basement with Johnny. I mention to her, in vague terms, what I saw. "I knew it wasn’t my business, but I got curious as he’s been so busy, but I didn’t expect that!” I exclaimed. 

Sissy nods her head in understanding, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as I sniffle. She holds my hands, squeezing them in reassurance. She tells me about how he’s always brought girls home. Goes out to bars and brings them back for the household.

“Ya’ have been the only one that he hasn’t killed; ya’ family, now he ain’t going to replace ya’ pumpkin.” As much as her words comfort you, your feelings don’t go away.

“It’s just.. he’s threatened it about to me before.” I say tearfully as she gets up off the bed and pulls you up with her.

“Don’t ya’ worry, Y/N; he likes ya’ trust me.” She smiles and hugs me again. After our little talk, Sissy and I started our morning chores early. It’s a good distraction, but awful scenarios keep replaying in the back of my mind, and it’s absolutely frustrating.

I hear Johnny coming up from the basement while I'm doing the dishes. I approach him to have a conversation, but he simply takes his keys and walks out the front door, shutting it behind him. His vehicle starts up, and he speeds away from the property. He did not even look at me. The distance between us stings. How cruel, having me live here and putting me through misery simply to neglect me for another woman. I storm into the backyard and start crying uncontrollably, telling Sissy what happened and she tries to console me. She just strokes my head as I cry my emotions into her shoulder.

After my little episode, I spent the majority of my day outside pruning the flowers. Sissy made me some lemonade and went off somewhere; she doesn’t need to babysit me all day anymore, so I spend most of my time outside gardening. It relaxes me. I finish trimming and gather an assortment of flowers for inside to liven up the place.

I returned inside after putting away the gardening equipment. It’s the afternoon, and supper is almost ready. I chose to use an old, empty glass vase I found outdoors in the tool shed to hold the flowers. I go to the kitchen to fill the vase, but just as I'm almost done, I'm startled to see Johnny, still as handsome as ever, grab my shoulder.

"Need ya’ to come with me." He says this, turning away and making his way towards the basement.

[spicysucculentz]

the sickest swag at the involvement fair was by far the rosaries from the catholic ministry but as an atheist I felt it would be unethical for me to take one so I didn’t💔💔

[srslysierraa]

Angst

You and Gregory are both stuck together in the Pizzaplex, met Freddy and trying to survive for 6 hours. What if we died in front of Gregory and Freddy? It's your choice if we die by Vanny or another animatronic. Also by your choice if it's teen!reader or child!reader

Have a good day

Trial and Error, Permanently.

Prompt ;; after hearing that Gregory was being hunted by some weird woman, you two sneaked into Fazbear's Pizza Plex for shelter. Only to be trapped in, and for some reason, fate just loves to make things so hard on you, to the point of no return.

Type ;; one-shot fic, slight comfort, angst.

Chars. Involved ;; G. Freddy, Gregory, Monty.

A/N ;; omg,,, angst,,, let's hope this one turns good. Also, reader is a child the same age as Gregory, they're both homeless and was Greg's only friend up to that point, to add to the angst! :)

"Freddy, what were we supposed to do again?"

You and Gregory has been friends from eversince you two met eachother on the sidewalk, both homeless, both wanting to survive. After that point, you two had became friends, overcoming every challenge life throws at you. That has always been how it is, and though it was hard, it was also nice knowing that you're doing this together, safe and sound.

That's how it used to be anyways.

See, this morning you discovered something on the newspaper that people had thrown out, missing kids by the famous Pizza Plex near the Plaza of town. Big, flashy, and always loaded with customers. Despite the news, you and Gregory decided to maybe get some scrap food there, and if lucky; convincing someone to buy some specifically for you two to bring on the road just in case. But of course Gregory had to pull you close and whisper about how he thinks someone is following him, you shook it off, but then even you start feeling it too, soon enough you two sneaked into the Pizzaplex, avoiding the workers, bots, and even customers as to not draw suspicions.

It all went well as you try to blend in with the crowd, but the animatronic bear on stage just had to broke down. Causing everyone to panic, and to proceed slowly to the main hall since the performance had to be stopped. That was fine if only you didn't need some sort of pass to get through.

You don't know how, but soon enough you and Gregory got the amazing idea of him getting into Freddy's stomach hatch, while you hide sneakily, following as employees take freddy's body to his green room. Once Freddy booted up, you were on his couch in his specifically themed room, waiting for Freddy to wake up so that Gregory can get out of his stomach.

Moments pass, you explain how you want to get out of the building now, Freddy joins your team, you realized it's too late, and now you need to survive till 6AM before the Pizzaplex opens again. It doesn't help that for some reason the animatronics are going haywire on hunting you two, and not to mention the security guard.

What a drag.

As background ambience deafeningly fills your ears with silence, the only thing you two can do now is explore, and follow your fellow bear friend's leads through the fazwatch. And now, you are being guided to get something that is supposed to be able to control the main stage? Whatever it is, you and Gregory needed to work fast, right now Freddy is currently barely alive and is limping his way to get both you and Greg.

"Whatever you do, do not let Monty or Roxy in. I'll try my best to go to you." Freddy called out, as you and Gregory try to listen intently. Just as you thought you're in the clear, the fazwatch lights up once more. "The doors are locked, (Y/n), Gregory, i need one of you to unlock the doors for me. You should be able to see me on the cameras, open the door according to where i am waving my arms. You got this, Superstars."

And from then on, it was a very long night. Greg was sprinting from each side of the room trying to close the doors, check the cameras, and shock the animatronics banging on it. You however, was running around the room, looking and double-looking to make sure you didn't miss Freddy on each monitor of the cameras, pressing each button to open the doors for him.

Battery for the doors were running low, and you're not sure how long this'll last. And just as the doors only has one bar of energy left, you can hear Freddy's voice calling from beneath the floor. Signaling to go jump down as soon as he opens the vent.

However, lady luck wasn't exactly on your side.

As Gregory ditched the doors to go jump down, what seemed like the worst coincidence ever happened. One of the doors has lost all of its powers and Monty rages in to get to Gregory. Stunned by the loud noise, the poor human boy stopped in his tracks. Probably sealing his own fate due to that small mistake.

And you swear it was a reflex thing, really. Though, part of you were happy that you did it. That you went back to push Gregory down the vent and into Freddy's arms. That you traded places with him. That you sealed your own fate.

It all happened so fast for a mistake that lasted an eternity, right as you pushed your friend down the hole, your arm was grabbed by the giant Alligator Animatronic and squeezed so hard you felt like your bones just broke. Or maybe it did. It didn't matter anyways since you kicked him so hard he manages to let go of you to fix his sunglasses, for a second. You sprinted as fast as you can towards the vent, and you can practically hear Freddy yelling at you in worry. You tried to jump, tried to. You tried.

And that's all. The next thing Freddy sees was what supposed to be his Alligator friend dragging a child by their feet, as they scream in pain. The poor bear tried to jump up again after immediately putting Gregory down, screaming for him to stop. But all he saw as he tries to push his body up was a trail of red smears, dragging along the floor. As Monty drags you along like a bag of beans, holding you from your neck. Limp, lifeless, and you can tell he sinked in a teeth or more into your head for it to bleed that way.

As the door behind Monty drops, Freddy solemnly drops back down. Gregory not far off, standing in silence as drops of liquid falls from his eyes. It was his fault, he shouldn't have freezed. He should've been faster. He should've been the one to die.

Or maybe it was Freddy's fault. Not being fast enough in reaching the doors, not being protective enough. Maybe he should've done something about what he thought was his friends. Maybe it was his fault.

Silence hit, none talking. None dares to utter a word. Gregory only walks ahead, trembling, but trying. He found a new reason to get out, and for revenge, he knows exactly what he wants to happen to that stupid fucking reptile robot. And Freddy can tell. He didn't even want to say anything about it, he felt like Monty deserved it. He lost another being he cared for to him, and this time, it's out of line.

Both has lost their spirits a bit, one has led to resentment, while the other led to the idea of just, giving up.

(Y/n), please, tell them what to do.

[buckyownsmylife]

Follow you - Chris Evans smut

The one where Chris becomes your roomate and finds out he has a domesticity kink... and more

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, domesticity kink, friends to lovers, rommates au, pandemic mention, hair-pulling kink, daddy kink, cockwarming, kind of allusion to an age gap, but can be read as reader being into teasing chris

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: Thanks to @mollygetssherlockcoffee​ for reading this over and helping me make it better! You’re the sweetest person ever!  this is for my own birthday celebration challenge! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them. Hope you guys like it!

Chris’ P.O.V.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” I’d been trying to convince her to close her laptop for the last two hours, unfortunately without any luck. She just glanced at me before returning to her document, and I groaned as I left the living room in search of what I knew we needed.

“Close the laptop and I’ll give you a sip.” This time when she looked up, she found me holding a bottle of my most expensive whiskey, the one she’d been dying to try ever since she first got invited to my place.

It was a tense moment of evaluation while she took in my offer and her workload, her head turning from her computer to me and then back to the device again, and I found himself growing anxious because of how desperately I wanted her company that night.

“Please?” I tried to convince her, even going so far as to pout - which at least earned me a giggle. I considered it a win, especially with the way it made my chest warm up. “C’mon, we deserve it! After the week we had?”

She frowned when she thought back on the stresses we had confided in each other for the last couple of days, and I watched with glee when she slowly closed her laptop, prompting me to wave my arms around in victory. “We?” She teased, getting up to stand before me with her arms crossed in front of her body, making me laugh.

“Alright, so maybe just you.” I couldn’t really deny that my work “problems” paled in comparison to hers. “Listen, I’m only trying to help.” She narrowed her eyes at me, reaching out for the bottle and unscrewing it before taking the sip I’d promised.

“Shit, this really is good.” A smug smile took over my face as I wrapped my arms around her, walking us back to the couch before making us fall over it.

“Only the best for you, babe.” I watched her roll her eyes at the pet name, snickering at how it affected her. I knew it made her giddy and she hated it, it’s why I insisted on doing it - or so I told myself.

Something deep inside of me whispered differently, though. I tried to ignore it. She was my best friend and we were going to be living together for the foreseeable future. No one knew when this pandemic would let up.

And lord knows that nothing positive had ever come out of my investments in romantic relationships. So every rational thought in my mind was begging me not to overcomplicate this. I couldn’t stand to lose her friendship, anyway. That’s why I had invited her to spend lockdown with me - my need to know she was okay, and be able to have her around whenever I needed to vent.

She was the only one outside my family who got my anxiety well enough to help me work through it when I was feeling bad, and she had even been able to prevent me from having panic attacks more than once.

I just couldn’t imagine going through this with anyone other than her. I simply hadn’t anticipated how fucking horny this period of forced sexual privation would make me, and I never expected her to become a willing victim to my needs.

But boy, once the liquor hit and she ended up over my lap, shivering as she rode my thigh without a care in the world, was I glad that she did.

“Is this what you like?” I asked, looking up at her with my mouth hanging open, unbelieving of how fucking sexy she looked as she used my body for her pleasure. I didn’t even care that my cock was straining against my jeans, begging me to move her on top of it. As long as I could keep enjoying the show, being a part of it, I was satisfied.

“I wanna learn it,” I pressed, moving my hands to hold her ass, squeezing it the way I’d always wanted to do but never allowed myself to dream about. “I wanna learn how to please you.” She made me feel something I hadn’t felt before, in any of my past relationships. There was attraction, of course, but there was also this deep, familiar feeling that made me feel at home. It made me feel safe, and with the help of alcohol, I was desperate to explore it.

“Ugh,” she groaned, letting her head fall back, drawing my attention to her breasts, the way they bounced in front of my eyes, unfortunately still covered. My mouth watered at the sight of it, wanting nothing much than to strip her bare and wrap my lips around one of her nipples.

“Don’t say stuff like that, Evans.” The comment threw me off, making me frown as I took a hold of the hair on the back of her head and yanked her to me, devouring her lips. They were soft - so much softer than I’d ever allowed myself to imagine.

���Why not?” I panted against her mouth once I was forced to separate from her taste of whiskey to search for some oxygen. She kept moving, her eyes hazy and glossed over, and it sent a pang of lust straight down my body when I realized it wasn’t completely due to the drinks we shared. There was also desire in there.

“You want to learn?” She asked, hands bunching up my shirt as she used her hold to grind against me faster. “Then fuck me, Chris.” She molded her body to mine, engulfing my lips once more as I laid her down on the couch, excited to have her underneath me - excited to see her naked body, explore it, get to know every little thing that made her tick.

I knew it would be a moment I’d forever remember, regardless of the amount of bourbon in my blood. I just never expected it to become something I was so eager to relive over and over and over again.

It was supposed to be a one time thing. When I woke up in the morning, I was ready to go back to being roommates. We were good at that. She was a morning person, by the time I woke up every morning, she already had breakfast ready for me, and then we’d go out to the backyard to let Dodger out together.

We’d sit and talk and then I’d go for a run - she’d have done her yoga already, while I was still asleep - I’d answer some e-mails, she’d work on her laptop by my side and the silence was just as comfortable as all of our late night conversations.

She’d sneak out to the kitchen and come back with a few sandwiches for our lunch, and then the rest of the day would go by with us doing whatever mundane task we had in mind, together even if we were doing separate things, and I didn’t feel suffocated.

I didn’t even run out of things to say. By the time dinner rolled around and I followed her back to the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes while she fixed us dinner - I wasn’t allowed to cook in my own stove, mostly because she was terrified of my food but hid it under the excuse of that one time when I started a fire - then we’d eat together, watch a movie together, talk until we fell asleep - always together.

I was shocked. It’d never been this way in any of my previous relationships. In fact, I was certain it was the reason why they had never worked. I’d given up on any realistic expectation of settling down precisely because of this: I just never expected to find anyone with whom a day-to-day life wouldn’t eventually grow boring.

It’d been three months and I still loved to wake up to her coffee. We still fell asleep every night side by side, too tired to move into different beds because we had laughed our asses off after skyping Scott.

And now that sex came into play in our relationship? I just knew there was no way I’d ever go back to being nothing but friends - or living in a place where she wasn’t the first person I saw when I woke up.

It sucked that it took a pandemic and a night of alcohol to make me realize that, but damn, was I grateful that I decided to open a bottle of whiskey that evening.

I kept waiting for the catch, the moment it would all go to shit, but it never came. Our lives resumed to how they used to be, only now I had this ongoing inner battle to not just bend her over the nearest piece of furniture when we were busy, and the ability to do exactly that whenever there was nothing else to do.

And for a while it was bliss. There wasn’t a nagging voice inside my head questioning this arrangement because it was theoretically perfect. I had a best friend, a roommate and a fuck buddy, all wrapped into one single person that I adored.

Life couldn’t possibly get better - until I realized that I wanted more. Talks of lockdown being over started and she had plans of going back to her place, of course, but I couldn’t stand the thought of being away from her.

I wanted to see my family too, but I wanted to take her with me. Introduce her to my mom, see her get along with my sisters. Witness how she’d be with my nephews and nieces - I knew how much she loved kids. And that’s when it hit me.

I’d given my heart to her. Somewhere between the morning coffees and afternoon runs, the nights where I’d rant about all of my silly problems and she actually listened to them - really listened, never making me feel bad about what could only be described as rich people problems.

All the innocent little gestures, and the not so innocent ones - when I discovered she was exactly the nasty slut I’d always dreamed of, the way she would randomly drop to her knees and suck me off, even while I was on the phone. Most times she didn’t even let me repay the favor. She just genuinely liked to blow me.

She also liked to play with me randomly, like when we were watching a movie and she mindlessly reached for my crotch, rubbing me until I got hard. It almost always ended in sex, and I just loved it.

I loved it, and I loved her, and the idea of her ever sharing this idyllic lifestyle with anyone else made me irrationally jealous.

And that’s how I knew it. I didn’t want to mess it up. But how could I not fuck this up?

Xxx

“Chris…” Her sweet voice called out to me, reaching my ears while I was hiding in my office, trying to get my thoughts in order so I wouldn’t just randomly blurt out what I was feeling for my best friend to my best friend.

To her credit, she didn’t try to force me to keep her company - but that only made me fall even deeper for her, leaving me a complete and utter mess while she went about her day as if nothing was wrong in the world.

“Yes?” I looked up to see her by the threshold, clearly reticent about invading my privacy. It made me smile, thinking back on all of the times my exes hadn’t been as understanding, even after I let them clearly know what I was needing.

“I made cupcakes, do you want me to bring you one?” The thought of her in the kitchen, baking a sweet treat just for me had my cock twitching in my pants. Biting my lips, I pushed away from my desk to finally get up and stretch my legs, taking advantage of the monitor to hide my hard-on.

“No, I’ll come eat them downstairs with you.” She smiled before leaving, and I soon trailed after her, walking into the kitchen to find the most delicious-looking little treats, just waiting to be devoured.

Much like her, I supposed.

I was reaching for one of them, already licking my lips in anticipation when something caught my eye, prompting me to raise my gaze and look at her again, but really look at her this time.

She was wearing an apron.

There was nothing inherently sexual about the damn thing, but the way she looked with it, going about her business in my kitchen like she owned the place… It just felt right, seeing her there.

And suddenly I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Y/N…” I started, leaving the cupcake back on the counter and brushing off the crumbs as I circled the kitchen island to go stand in front of her. She hummed before turning to meet me, smiling slightly to signal that she was listening to what I had to say.

But I didn’t know how to say it. So we just stood there, staring at each other until eventually her smile became a frown. “Chris, what’s going on?” I still couldn’t speak. Much to my absolute surprise though, she just sighed, wiping her hands on the apron while shaking her head, a knowing smile on her face.

“You’re stressed, aren’t you? You’ve been working so much, that’s why I thought the cupcakes would be a good idea,” she explained nodding towards the tray where her sweet treats laid. “They’re a reward and a break all wrapped in one delicious cake.”

The comment was like a punch to the stomach - or a scalding wave of desire rushing through my body, straight to my groin. The idea of her thinking about my needs and catering (quite literally) to them just did something to me, and I didn’t know how to explain it - I don’t think I understood it myself.

“But since they didn’t work…” she continued, blissfully unaware of the conundrum she had put me into. “I know something else that will definitely work.” And just like that, the woman dropped to her knees in front of me, reaching for my sweatpants before I could find a way to close the mouth that was hanging open.

“I guess I’ll grab a sweet treat for myself.” She looked so devious, small hand encircling my already pathetically engorged member, that all I could do was whisper an, “Oh, shit,” when she immediately wrapped her lips around it,  starting to suck me off without any preamble.

My fingers were white as I held onto the counter behind me to keep myself up. She looked so good, staring up at me with her lips wrapped around my dick, I felt like I was about to blow already.

Why did she have to be such a fucking tease?

“Oh, God,” I moaned when she managed to engulf the entirety of my member inside her throat, the choking noises getting to my head. My hand instinctively laced with her hair, first to hold her lips close to my navel, then to pry her completely off of my member.

“What’s wrong?” She questioned once she was able to speak, surprise written all over her features while I was still staring down at her slightly teary face and trying to find my voice.

“I-I have a problem.” There. I said it. I had finally made some progress in my goal to let her know what was going through my head. Only instead of curiosity, what I got was a confused expression from the woman still holding my dick, her eyes darting from my own to the member throbbing between her fingers.

“No, you don’t!” It would have been funny if I wasn’t so fucking frustrated. Yanking her by the hair, I complained, “Not that kind of problem!” pulling her to the living room so I could throw her on the couch, trying to ignore her moans of pleasure in the process.

I’d figured out pretty early on that she had a pretty serious hair-pulling kink, and if my plans of sitting down and having a level-headed conversation were ever in motion, they surely went out of the window the second she pulled my body down to cover hers and adjusted my cock so it would easily fill her.

“Son of a…” I groaned, letting my head fall down against her chest as the little vixen gleefully giggled underneath me, legs wrapped around my torso as she tried to thrust up and tempt me to move.

“Just wait a second,” I managed to reason, but she just shook her head.

“Fuck away your problem, Chris. Use me. I want you to.” Motherfucker. I really couldn’t catch a break with her. Just as she started to make me move again, my hand instinctively wrapped around her neck, lightly squeezing it just enough to get her to shut up.

“I wanna start a family with you,” I finally spilled, looking deep into her eyes as I tried to ignore that I was still balls deep inside of her. Her eyes widened, and now her mouth was the one hanging open.

I couldn’t really relish in it because she looked absolutely delicious and she felt stupidly heavenly to my throbbing dick.

A few seconds went by without as much of a reaction from her and I was about to pull out - despite still being achingly hard - but her legs held me tighter, stopping my plans of leaving her tight haven.

“You know…” She started to speak, a little out of breath, catching my attention as I finally gathered the courage to look her in the eye again. “When I first met you, I thought you were the epitome of a fuckboy.”

The unexpected sentence had me snorting, and then I just couldn’t stop laughing. Finally pulling away from her, she fixed her hair when she sat up and I did the same, shaking my head slightly as I rubbed my eyes.

Our own relative nakedness - well… mine, she was wearing her usual dress with no underwear under the damn apron - didn’t affect anything when I pondered over her words, until I decided to break the silence.

“I mean… I think I was?” She chewed on her bottom lip as she took in my response, analyzing it, weighing its validity in that gorgeous head of hers. I was nervous, but she hadn’t blew me off yet. And quite honestly? I’d do anything for that little hope that was growing inside of me.

“What changed?” Was her question, so unexpected I couldn’t help but question, “Huh?”

“What made you change?” It wasn’t an unwelcome inquiry, especially when the response became clear to me, lighting up my brain and warming my chest, spreading all over my body until I had no choice but to voice it.

“I realized I could have a future with you.” My smile was vulnerable but honest, and in her eyes, I could see that she knew that. When she threw one leg over my lap, straddling my hips, I allowed myself to breathe deeply again, leaning on the soft cushion while taking a hold of her ass.

“So, how are we gonna do this?” She non-nonchalantly asked, slowly rubbing herself against my still half-hard member. I groaned when I realized the implication of her words, knowing that the meaning paired with the feeling of her wet lips dragging along my cock would get it back up in no time at all. “You wanna do me right now?”

The brashness of the question made my eyes light up, as weird as it may sound. In that moment, it became clear just how perfect for me she really was, giving me what I needed exactly in the way I didn’t know how to ask for it.

“See? This is why I’m in love with you.” She rolled her eyes at that, making me laugh. I’d anticipated the gesture, I knew it’d take her longer to say it, but it was alright. The fact that she was willing me to give me a child was more than enough proof of her feelings for me, if her entire behavior ever since she moved in wasn’t already.

“Shut up and fuck me, Evans.” Throwing her back against the couch, she yelped in surprise when I took off my shirt and slapped the inside of her thigh, assuming my usual position of hovering over her smaller frame.

“Spread your fucking legs, darling. I’m gonna fuck you real good.” The way she bit her lip as I slowly penetrated her again showed me just how excited the prospect got her, and as I started to make good on my promise, her moans told me just as much.

“Holy fuck,” she commented as I pounded her ruthlessly, weeks of frustration and the rush of anticipation getting the best of me, and I was glad for the feeling of her nails biting into my skin because otherwise, I’d probably run over the edge of not even caring about her own pleasure as I chased mine.

“You gonna cum inside of me, honey? Make me a mom? Finally fulfill your dream of becoming a daddy?” Her words detracted me from my task of sucking bruises on the skin that was now mine to bruise, mine. I threw my head back, yelling a, “fuck yes,” as my hips sped up, desperate to fill her up, but I was determined to get her to cum before me.

“Say it,” she ordered, small hand circling my throat as best as she could, a throwback to what I’d done only moments prior. It wasn’t enough to choke me, but it did catch my attention. “I wanna hear you say it.”

Tears escaped the corners of my eyes as I blinked, the intensity of the moment overwhelming in the best of ways. “God, you are such a fucking tease…” She chuckled underneath me, giving my throat a squeeze before she raised up on her elbows to kiss my jaw.

“Better get used to it… daddy.” And just like that, I realized that I had yet another kink I hadn’t known about before her. Or maybe it was just her, and I was obsessed with the damn woman, painfully turned on by every little thing that she did.

“I’m gonna cum deep inside your little pussy, sweetheart,” I finally gathered myself enough to do as she asked me to. “You’re gonna belong to me forever now. Give me kids, make me happy. How do you like that?”

The mischievous grin she gave me told me everything. “I love it.” I knew this was her way of saying what she couldn’t yet voice, and I’d take it. I’d take anything she gave me, any chance I got to love this wonderful woman.

We came together, both riding our highs in deep ecstasy. I moaned when I felt myself empty all of my seed inside of her, incredibly excited about the prospect of starting our future together right then.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I cradled her face in my hands as I struggled to catch my breath, but she turned it to the side and pressed a kiss to my palm and I was breathless all over again. It was such a simple action, why did it get to me so much?

“You’re not too bad yourself, Chris.” I didn’t want to part with her warmth, so I just adjusted us on the sofa in a way that kept me inside of her, sighing contently as I realized I’d never have to sleep away from her again.

“I’m gonna stay right here all night.” I adjusted myself so I was resting my face on her boobs, perfectly happy to do just so, but by the tone of her voice, I knew she had a teasing smile when she called me an, “Old man.”

“And here I was, thinking you’d be able to go again.” Warmth filled my chest at the realization of just how badly she wanted me - just as much as I wanted her too. I was so damn ecstatic. Not even her pokes at my age would be able to affect me.

“Oh, darling… better get ready,” I warned as I adjusted myself to hover over her again, taking notice of the excited glint in her eyes, the way she bit her lip as she stared back at me. “I’m never gonna get enough of you.”

The next morning, I added a new kink to the list of random bits of information that were driving me slowly insane as I felt the overwhelming need to bend the woman that I now got to call ‘mine’ over the nearest piece of furniture and rail her until I had cummed deep inside her pussy: seeing her in my shirt while cooking breakfast.

Yeah, I was going to live a happy life by her side.

[amerrierworld]

Little Songbird (pt 3)

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: Lady Dimitrescu becomes addicted to your voice and wants to hear you... sing some more.

Characters: Alcina Dimitrescu x fem!reader

Word Count: 3,087

Warnings: The extra Smut Chapter ;)

The next day, you were a bit exhausted from the previous night’s... activities. But you set about work the same way as usual, though buzzing with an unusual excitement about the evening to come. 

You were working on repairing a rip in one of your old dresses. You really wanted to impress the Lady and look as good as possible, now that she had taken a liking to you. As you worked, the head maid asked you about your previous night’s duties while preparing lunch.

“It wasn’t all bad.” You kept your gaze on the hole in the dress you were mending as she prepped ingredients. “The Lady seemed very preoccupied. I don’t think I was much of a bother.”

“That’s very rare,” another maid cackled while peeling potatoes next to you. “She always looks at us like we’re the dirt on the bottom of her shoes. But I suppose the pay is good.”

“Not freezing out in the cold is very good pay, I agree,” the head house maid said dryly. “I suggest you try to keep it that way.”

The maid looked flustered at the comment and scampered off, intimidated by her gaze and muttering something about more things to be done. You bit your lip to stop from smiling.

“How was it really, my dear?” The head maid turned to you, a much kinder look in her eyes now. “The Lady can be a touch.. harsh.”

“It was fine, really. I didn’t know she had a piano until now.”

“Oh, yes. I’ve never heard her play myself, but I’ve heard stories she used to perform. Especially around holidays or important events.”

“Really?” Your mouth gaped a little as she explained. “I didn’t know she was that good at piano.”

“Oh, no, dear. Not piano. She would sing. It’s a bit sad we haven’t heard her sing at all in our time at the castle. I suspect it would make her a little more approachable. But that may not be what she wants. I’ve heard she was quite a talented singer though...”

As she kept talking, the needle had stilled in your hands, your body freezing at the sudden revelation. Lady Dimitrescu, a singer? Surely not. 

“..Are you alright?”

You snapped out of your thoughts, thinking of how she would sound, what she would sing, and if you would ever get to hear her sing. 

“Yes, yes I’m fine.” You kept pushing the needle through the fabric, trying to remain calm. You felt your body tingle as you remembered the way she wanted to hear you sing. “I have to say, it is quite surprising.”

“Our Lady is definitely full of surprises.” She patted your shoulder before leaving you to your thoughts and your half-stitched handiwork. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to focus on any tasks for the rest of the day now.

Later that night, you hurried to sneak through the hallways on your way to your Lady’s bedchambers. You really didn’t want anyone to see you on the way, since you had no supplies to have an excuse of a chore to be done this time. There was one maid who caught your eye, and she gave you a curious once-over as you walked by in your nicest dress, looking like you were going out rather than going to bed. 

When you got to the door of the room, your heart was thundering in your chest. Your hands had gotten sweaty, and you didn’t understand what was so stressing for you. She had seen every inch of you already, had stripped you on top of the piano, and made you come like you never had before.

You delicately rapped your knuckles on the door, and waited for long, agonizing moments for a response. When none came, you became curious. You turned the door handle and pushed. It opened with no resistance, and there seemed to be no noise coming from inside the room.

You poked your head inside, and was once again astounded by the sheer size of the room. Against your better judgment, you slipped inside and shut the door behind you. Being early was always a good thing, you decided.

Since Lady Dimitrescu wasn’t there yet, you had time to take it in. You were drawn to the massive bed, and the dark red sheets that adorned it. Probably the best colour choice, you figured, considering the high risks of blood stains on any surface in the entire castle. 

You approached and ran a hand over the edge of the fabric, marvelling at its silkiness and expensive textures. It reminded you of everything Lady Dimitrescu liked to wear; expensive, silky, smooth...

The door slammed open, ripping the quiet thought out of your brain, and there stood Lady Dimitrescu. Her expression was fuming, angry, but it didn’t seem to be directed at you, because the minute she saw you standing in the room, it softened in confusion. Like she had forgotten you’d be coming.

You let go of the sheets and clasped your hands behind your back, curtsying quickly in fear of her anger and not wanting to step out of line. She nearly scoffed at you, and took a few long strides to the vanity, sitting down heavily on the bench.

“Help me with my dress.” Her tone was curt, demanding. You paled a little, thinking this night wasn’t gonna go how you expected it to, but still doing as she said. You were a maid, after all.

With her seated, it was easier to reach the buttons along her back, and you made quick work of them. But when you stepped back and she didn’t make any move to get out of her seat, you realized she wanted you to get the entire garment off her.

Her pointed gaze at you in the mirror disappeared from view as you approached the open back and pushed the two halves of the dress aside like peeling delicate fruit. You couldn’t help it; you ran your hands along the thick skin of her back as the dress fell off her shoulders, revealing a tantalizing bra clasp right at eye level that you could have undone quickly if you wanted to.

“You’re being quite bold, little one,” Lady Dimitrescu finally spoke, her voice deep, sultry, but not gentle like it had been last night. There was an iciness to it that stung. Your hands had been lingering a little too long on her skin.

“Forgive me, my lady,” you said, stepping away as she got up to her full height and let the dress pool at her feet. You saw heels in your view and stockings raking up long legs, but you didn’t dare look any higher. 

“Oh, pet. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” She ran a hand over your head and walked past you. Your instincts kicked in and you picked up the dress to fold tidily on the vanity’s bench. The slightest touch from her fingers made you shiver, and a blush crept up the back of your neck.

“Look at me, sweetling.”

You turned around to face the bed, where she was sitting, one leg swung over the other, hands perched behind her on the mattress. Yellow eyes looked at you and you gulped for air at the sight of her.

“You’re allowed to look, darling. It would be a bit inconvenient if you weren’t.”

Your cheeks were burning now, but you finally let your eyes wander down her frame. Her lingerie was the epitome of femininity, yet dark and sultry, just like her. The black lace hugged her curves. Her stockings were held up by a garter belt, and she kicked off her heels with one smooth jerk of her legs. 

Her tummy folded in when she was seated, and her thighs, though muscular and lean, were thick and looked strong enough to crush your entire body if she wanted to.

“Come here.” That familiar voice zapped through you and you approached the bed, briefly wondering if what you had heard about her singing talents were true. You supposed it wouldn’t surprise you. As a lady of her standard, learning an instrument or musical skill must’ve been a required lesson for her etiquette. 

She picked you up to sit in her lap, and you squeaked in surprise as she lifted you once again. A chuckle rang throughout the room and you looked up at her, relieved to see the earlier anger had dissipated from her gaze when she looked at you.

“I’m glad you’re here. I had almost forgotten you were coming,” she said, running hands soothingly over your thighs as you straddled her. “I apologize if I was a bit of a sight when I arrived. The staff in this castle is somewhat... incompetent at times.”

So it was the staff that had made her angry. Did another maid try to escape? Enter the cellar? Was there an errand boy that couldn’t keep his hands off of one of the new deliveries? 

Her head lowered to breathe in your scent, lingering right by your ear. You let out a heavy sigh at the feeling of her so close to her, and you reached out to grip her upper arms that framed your body. You ran your fingers along her skin, and she recoiled for a moment, pulling away.

You froze. Did you do something wrong? Fear etched in your eyes, you looked up at the Countess, wondering if you stepped out of line for touching her. Then her gaze focused in on you and she seemed to relax a little.

“Don’t stop.”

Was it a request? An order? You didn’t mind either way, because now your hungry hands ran over her, feeling the dimples and ridges of scars and stretched skin all over. You explored with your hands as much as you did with your eyes, gazing at her cleavage, the curve of her neck, the muscles in her shoulders. 

You ran a hand over her tummy, feeling softness and subconsciously prodding it a little with your fingertip. She giggled at the feeling. Giggled. Her body jostled a bit, moving you about. You liked the feeling and the softness, so kept your hands there.

“I can see a question in your eyes, little one,” Lady Dimitrescu purred, combing a hand through your hair. You cast your gaze downward, running a hand over her skin repeatedly, familiarizing yourself with the patterns of the stretch marks.

“Just.. something I heard today.”

“And what was that?”

You squirmed uncomfortably. “I’m not sure if you want to hear.”

A finger tipped your chin up to her piercing eyes, “I doubt it’ll go unnoticed by me, sweetling. Even if you don’t tell me now, I will hear about it.”

Your mouth went a little dry at that. She was right, nothing happened in this castle without her knowing about it, but goodness... the power behind those words made you weak in the knees. Thank heavens you were sitting. 

“I was told you used to be a singer.”

An amused look crossed her face. “Is that it? I was expecting you to announce a mutiny at hand.”

You shrugged slightly, delighted in the way her hand reached to cup the back of your neck, a thumb running over your throat. “I was hardly a singer, darling. But yes, I used to.. dabble in performance. Long ago.”

“Is that why you were so interested in my singing?” 

She grinned, teeth gleaming. “I was interested in your singing because I was interested in you, little songbird.”

She tugged you impossibly closer, leaning down and running her wicked tongue over where her hand had just been on your neck. 

“W-will I ever get to hear you?” you managed to huff out, because now her firm hands were holding your middle, exploring your body the way you had been exploring hers.

“Is that what you want? To hear me sing?”

You nodded, because the low timbre of her voice was reverberating throughout your whole body, and you suddenly needed to hear it singing a tune.

“Perhaps... if you indulge me like I had indulged your last night, you may get to hear me sing too.”

You felt the tips of your ears nearly burst into flames, but you were so desperate... so eager to please. You nearly dropped down to the floor to get on your knees. 

She chuckled, “not so fast. I have a better idea.”

Lady Dimitrescu shuffled back on the bed until she was up against the pillows. Shoving a pillow under her lower back, she crooked a finger to beckon you closer, spreading her legs. The sight of her, half in candle light, spread out for you this time, but still in charge, made you swoon.

You crawled towards her and pressed your lips against the inside of her knee. She rocked her hips a little at the feeling of your warm, small mouth on her body, and fisted a hand in your hair.

“I really won’t need any foreplay, dear,” she said in a hushed tone. “Give me your mouth.”

You raced to tug the black lace panties off of her long legs, and were met with the sight of slick, swollen flesh. A carnal desire overtook you, and you surged forwards to press your mouth against her, desperate to taste.

A soft ‘oh’ escaped the giantess at your eagerness and your soft tongue tasting her arousal without hesitation. She enjoyed teasing you, yes, making you beg and dance around the sexual gratification she could give you. But this, your hunger and desire to please, made her warm all over.

“Good girl,” she said softly as your tongue began flicking over her swollen clit, lightly and experimentally. Your hands gripped the inside of her thighs, keeping them steady and spread. She was able to look down at you, and realized her rough gripping had made your hair come undone, causing curls and locks to drop down, loose and wild. Your eyes met hers, pupils dilated, and then you sucked. 

The high-pitched cry that escaped her was broken and sudden, and it made your body flood with arousal. Your legs trembled a little, the space between your legs begging for attention.

“Oh, who would have thought you’d be so good with your tongue, sweetling?” Lady Dimitrescu moaned, “I knew you were talented.. but that mouth...”

Her sentence was left unfinished, and she bit her lip, groaning softly in the back of her throat as you kept going. Your fingers rubbed her folds, teased her entrance, kissing and sucking until you could find a rhythm that made her squeak.

A nip at the hood of her clit made her gasp delightfully, so you did it again. The hand in your hair pressed down to bury your face in her cunt.

“Wicked girl,” she growled, and you moaned against her, your face wet. “Don’t you dare stop now.”

You pressed harder, one hand pushing three fingers at her entrance without any resistance as they slid inside. Your brain wasn’t working enough to keep up the pace of both, so you curled them and pressed against that soft, swollen frontal wall, scratching with the pads of your fingertips.

She nearly howled, a string of soft curses and... were those pleads? Her eyes were screwed shut, and you looked up at her strong, soft body. You couldn’t help but reach down and rub yourself through the fabrics of your clothes with your other hand. 

Eventually she noticed when she opened her eyes again, and she chuckled, making a point of slowly rolling her pelvis into your face. 

“Couldn’t keep your own hands off of yourself?” she said, her voice slurred with arousal. You made a whiny sound, restrained by your tongue and mouth against her cunt.

“I want you to come with me,” she gasped, her thick thighs beginning to shake from approaching her orgasm. You rubbed yourself even harder, eager to do as she said. 

Her usually-reserved voice came out in whimpers and low growls, and you sucked hard at her clit again, pressing your fingers deep inside, and her whole body instantly convulsed. 

Her cries of pleasure and incoherent words of praise made you topple over the edge shortly after. Her well-kept hair was undone, her mascara a little smeared, and her hands were digging painfully into your scalp. She let go once the last tremors left her body, and you relaxed against her thigh, breathing in her smell and kissing her everywhere you could reach.

“Well done, little songbird,” she cooed, eventually managing to open her eyes again and look at you. “You really are too precious for words.”

You blushed. You extracted your hand from between your legs, grimacing a little at the stickiness of your clothes.

“Let’s get you out of those,” Lady Dimitrescu whispered softly. You let her hands lift you up like you weighed nothing, and strip you.

“But- work...” you made a feeble attempt to get up, but she tutted, holding you closely to her chest, your head resting on her breasts. 

“Nonsense. You will stay the night here. You’re in no state to return to your duties yet.” She spoke curtly again, meaning there was no room for argument, but the soft throb between your legs and the haziness of your sated mind already left you limp and jelly-like. You wouldn’t have made it out the door without collapsing even if you did try to leave.

And so, you were bundled up in her arms, the blankets pulled up around your trembling form. She had pulled out a book from her nightstand and let you relax against her body as she flicked through the pages, a quiet peace filling the atmosphere around you. And then you heard it.

With your head pressed against her chest, you heard the rumble of her voice under your ear, and then her soft humming filled the room. You held your breath as you listened to the low, baritone-like notes, and the occasional page flipping of her book. 

You didn’t know the song, didn't know if it came with words, or if she had come up with it right now, but it made your heart flutter. Did she know you were still awake? 

Eventually, a hand came off of the book and pressed on your head, helping you settle against her warmed skin a little more, and then she spoke,

“Sleep, little songbird. There’ll be plenty of times for you to hear me later.”

A/N: It really doesn’t take much to convince me to write more of a series when I love them as much as this one ;) I hope you have ~enjoyed~

[xxsycamore]

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A piece of heaven on earth - Napoleon x cottagecore headcanons [ sfw + nsfw ]

As happy as he is with his current life with you in the mansion along with the others, Napoleon can’t help it but get lost in daydreams of having a little place under the sun all for him and you to share... 

Luckily, the love of his life is not just anyone, of course you’d share his dreams. Sweet nights spent awake in the dark engrossed into making plans, from the basics down to the littlest of details... Napoleon can’t help it but chuckle and kiss your brow when he sees the sparkle in your eye, which one of us is more excited for this, once again? 

Once it becomes reality, Napoleon has to spend a few extra minutes in bed in the morning, making sure he isn’t still dreaming. As he wakes in your shared bed, the sun caressing his features in the warm embrace of feeling at home, he listens to the distant sound of you humming while in the kitchen. He can guess that you’re baking a pie.

It’s all in the little everyday things; the smell of show-white laundry coming from the garden, the indulgence of having you sleep in late just so he can sneak out of bed and prepare a breakfast to make up for all the times you’ve been awake before him. It all smells so delicious. On the tray he brings into the bedroom, there is a small vase full of your favorite flowers, and the sleepiness that you rub off your eyes doesn't stop you from giggling at the image in your head of him enthusiastically rushing outside to pick the delicate little flowers...

Well, there is always a little chaos in the mix. Ever since finding out your new fascination with potted plants, Napoleon would be bringing you one as a gift every time he goes into town. 

“Napoleon...darling...sweetheart......”

“What? Do we already have a red azalea? Should I have bought the purple one instead...?”

“No, we... we don’t have any more room for those!”

Your lover’s enthusiasm in turning the already cozy cottage into the perfect love nest never fails to make you laugh.

He would be very excited about making bread from scratch. 

The idea of putting the large garden into use comes to him in no time - borrowed farming books stacked on a pile next to him as he reads and reads with newfound ambition under the shade of a tree, until he can’t see the words anymore because the sun had set outside and you call for him that dinner is ready. You can already picture yourself in rubber boots figuring out things together with him with hands on your hips. 

Speaking of dinners, thought your kitchen is not spacious enough for a dozen people, Napoleon can’t say no when you bring up inviting the residents for a meal. It’s not like you two don’t see them often anyway- quite the contrary, as the cottage is quite near to the mansion so it could as well feel like you’ve never truly left. Either way, the evenings full of laughter never cease to occur. 

There are just as many things you’re newbies in, even with how skillful Napoleon proves to be in everything he gets around to doing - so, each day could be considered an adventure on its own.

The cold, ticklish sensation of morning dew under bare feet as the two of you run and chase after each other the one time you decide to welcome the sunrise together - Napoleon can’t help but feel like exploring every concept of your new shared life - so new, yet, so familiar in the same time. 

he would be working very hard to make sure your every need is met, sometimes spoiling you rotten. 

One day while you prepare the table that Napoleon brought outside for you two to enjoy the sunny early-summer day, he stops on his tracks at the entrance, carrying a chair under each arm. There you are, just a few meters away - flowers in your hair, and sundress swaying slightly in the wind, and a hint of dance in your step...and he stares, and stares, until his vision gets just a little blurry by tears, and you’re waving at him when he isn’t replying to the call of his name. 

Something’s gotten into my eye, he would say, but in the next moment he clicks his tongue and lets his head fall on your shoulder as he hugs you tight. Chairs fall to the grass as you laugh and ask just what’s gotten into him. His words though, catch you off guard as a strained whisper is muffled on the sun-warmed crook of your neck, Je suis juste si heureux d'avoir ça. De t'avoir. ( I’m just so happy to have this. To have you. )

He could’ve said so much more, but there is no need. You’ve come to know him so deeply, inside-out, and it isn’t hard to understand why the simplest of sights could have touched him. For a lifetime full of horrors and dread, many days would be required to heal all his wounds - but this, right now, is his heaven. His new life, the one he has always dreamed of. He could never find his heaven without finding you first, because you’re that heaven itself. 

It’s almost a little strange to share kisses without being rudely interrupted by a passing-by mansion resident... not to talk about other activities. 

[ nsfw under the cut. ]

Of course he would make good use of the fact that there is noone for miles to hear even if he was making you scream his name. 

“Ahh, Napoleon, please, I want you inside me already!”

“Scream for me. Scream and I’ll give you what you want, mon oiseau. I want to hear you sing.”

“NAPOLEON!!” 

Fingernails cut into the soft skin of your thighs as his own reason crumbles beneath the weight of having you all to himself, so fully, anytime he wants you. 

It’s a little ashaming for him to admit, but he might be getting off on the thought of scooping you up from whatever you’re doing just to have sex on the spot. 

“Napoleon, I’m f-folding the laundry! Can’t you see? Ah...!”

You clasp a hand over your mouth out of habit as your boyfriend falls to his knees behind you and effortlessly peels off your underwear, holding your skirts up and shoving his face in your cunt. 

“Don’t mind me.”

The newfound freedom makes him the worst tease, you swear. It’s only fair that you get back at him by giving his groin a little squeeze, along with the goodbye kiss when he goes out...

Of course, more outdoor sex is on the list. Under the stars, and out in the meadows and at some point you start to wonder if your, erm, sex adventures are actually wild enough to rival those of, say, Arthur. Hopefully Napoleon would keep his mouth shut about that the next time you stay overnight in the mansion over a drink or two...

It would seem like your new life together would be quite the exploration, both in the bedroom and outside it, you just pray that he has mercy on you to see the end of it. 

Those are my first ever headcanons and they’re inspired by @lordsisterxotome and her brilliant work Another (nsfw warning). Many thanks to @delicateikemenmemes for igniting my love for cottagecore AND napoleon, I hope you enjoy, darling! Also, thanks @batteryrose​ for always joining napo loving hours and bringing up the wholesome fact that irl Napo in exile was aiming to live his best cottagecore life. It’s canon now. 

Feedback is always appreciated! I might consider writing more Ikemen series headcanons in the future! 

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