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tsuki-sennin · 2 years

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Hey, why the hell aren't you watching Fuuto PI right now!? ...oh, haha, right, you're listening to me talk about Pretty Cure. Haha, sorry, I didn't realize, haha~!

It'd be a real rude thing to do not to check in on our Delicious Partiers, yeah? What sort of wacky adentures do you have for us today, Pretty Cures? ...ohhhhh, 23, this is the one with Kokone's parents. ...this should be interesting, right?

Spoilers, I guess...

-Yuin, good evening! It's sauce time.

-Lost in the sauce with Ranchi.

-Koko-neechan! You're the star of this episode~!

-I don't know if I've ever mentioned this, but one of the funniest anime tropes ever is when a mom looks only like five years older than their kids, maximum. Now I'm not saying that this is a real bad thing, but like, even by anime mom standards, Mrs. Fuwa seems like she just willed herself to forever be in her early-mid twenties.

Kokone: "My parents raised me to be a lone wolf. I can take care of myself." Amane: "But like... don't you get lonely like that?" Kokone: "...maybe."

-"Mama?" Ohhhhh, my heart! Kokone, you're killin' me here!

-Hatsuko-san...

-Meet the Parents. That's one of my favorite Ben Stiller movies.

-I do my sauce like that too.

-...man, Hatsuko has a very lovely design.

-"Huh... my daughter never smiles like that."

-Oh, hello Daddy- er, Daddy- er... Shosei-san.

-Hey now Kokone, be glad he didn't mistake it for wine.

-...though then again, could you chug it?

-"Oh fuck, soup. That's as good as water in my book!"

-...man, this is so awkward.

-Awwww, Kokone-chan... :(

-Hug her, Pamu!

-At least they're trying to reconnect, that's a good thing.

-...after 47 episodes of Revice, I don't think I can really take much more family-related psychic damage.

-Yeah, having similar interests would help, huh?

-...Ran, what the fuck are you implying about Amane?

-Ah c'mon Kokone, you were a little kid. We all did shit like that at that age!

-Oh, her aunt just happened to be there, huh?

-"Don't bully your parents."

-No doughnuts.

-Kokone Fuwa took a thing she was lightly scolded for super seriously, and

-...yep, that's an autistic child alright. Welcome to the club, Blue Dog Gal.

-She got the bottle after all.

-...man, that's nice :)

-Grandma Nagomi once said... "Angels descend during meals. Therefore, it's a sacred time."

-Secretoru checkin' the Ubau-zo catalogue. What will she order?

-Godatz is very disappointed in you two.

-Aww, he was concerned :)

-He's still pretty evil though, so...

-"Let's eat the doughnut holes together... as closure :)"

-Oishi~!

-Recipoppy Pipopapo

-The Genius Taster.

-Wonderful!

-"Ohhhhhhh, balls~!"

-...Doughnut holes?

-Makin' it personal by messing with her mom, huh Narshe?

-Yeah that's my new kinda insulting nickname for him. Just like the mining town of Narshe in Final Fantasy VI, he's cold, the site of some real memory issues and thievery, a pain in the ass to deal with later when you've gotten to know your party, probably has a giant snail, some Moogles, and a super-strong yeti locked away somewhere...

-...oh yeah, there's a big rolling pin and... pumpy thing.

-I... don't think I've ever seen one of those.

-Wow, Pamu's unfolded state looks... weird, I just realized jhkklj

Narshe: I will make you proud of me so you will call me your little pogchamp, Godatz-sama!

Finale: only saw z who dat?

Narshe: SHUT UP! GET ROLLING PINNED, IDIOT!

-Noooo, Spicy!

-Oh hey, it's the mysterious black pepper man.

-Go for it, Koko-neechan!

-"I will lay down my life, if it means protecting the doughnuts."

-Damn, putting those heels to good use, huh gals?

-What even were you, Motto Ubau-zo?

-"Aw man... I'm not gonna be Godatz-sama's little pogchamp..."

-Dad!

-Awww, he knew!

-Shush, Pamu. This is a moment.

-Eat them doughnut holes!

-Yeaaah, reconnect!

-That was nice :)

-Sammiches, Spicy-style.

-That's a cute smile :)

-Yeah, that's nice.

-Mmmm... Orange Juice...

-Yeah, that was a fun episode. ...I realize that perhaps this isn't my most interesting liveblog series, but this is just a very fun and lovely time!

-THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGGG

-"Kome-Kome Sucks! And So Does This Pizza Party!"

-DON'T BULLY THE FOX BABY

-Okay, you're dismissed~! ...GO WATCH FUUTO PI RIGHT NOW YOU MOTHERFU-

#delicious party spoilers #delicious party pretty cure #delicious party precure #precure #pretty cure #if you receive a little kindness give them a large serving!

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latetothegreysparty · 6 years

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Learning from the Best

I managed to write another one of my prompts today. This one was about Derek and Amelia taking care of the Shepherd kids when Meredith goes to visit Cristina. I hope you all enjoy it!

Learning from the Best

“Dr. Shepherd.”

Amelia turned to face Derek with a suspicious look on her face. “What’s going on?” she asked. “You never call me Dr. Shepherd unless you want something.”

Derek winced, and Amelia could tell immediately that he knew he’d been caught. Nonetheless, he forged onward with his request. “I know you’ve been out of the house a lot lately,” he began, and now it was Amelia’s turn to wince in a way that she hoped wasn’t too noticeable. She really didn’t want to tell him that the reason she’d been out of the house a lot lately was that the chief of surgery was very talented in bed. “But I was wondering if you might be able to be home for the next few nights,” he finished.

Amelia was extremely grateful for the direction in which he had gone. It looked like he wasn’t asking for the details of her whereabouts over the last few weeks. “Why do you want me home?” Amelia asked curiously.

“Because Meredith is going to Switzerland to visit Cristina for a few days, and it would be really nice to have an extra set of hands to help with the kids,” he said.

Amelia looked slightly confused by his explanation. “Are you sure you want me to help you with the kids? Even after what happened that day I first came to Seattle?”

He nodded. “Four hands are better than two, right?”

She still looked skeptical, but agreed nonetheless. “Alright, if you’re sure. You know I love those three, so I’ll be happy to help.” She handed him a tablet. “Now go to exam room 6 and deal with the lady who is convinced that the superficial contusion on her head is brain cancer.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Is this your way of extracting payment for your help with the kids for the next few days?”

She smirked. “No, this is because I’m your boss and I assign the cases on the neuro service. Now go see Mrs. Baker.” Derek rolled his eyes but complied. He figured it was probably best not to pick a fight with her after she’d just agreed to do him a favor.

Derek walked into the house holding Bailey in his arms with Amelia and Zola trailing closely behind. Derek stopped in the living room and turned to face the two ladies. “Alright, what do you two think about dinner?”

“Why don’t Zola and I make dinner while you go get Bailey cleaned up?” Amelia suggested, gesturing to Bailey as she spoke. There was a green stain on the front of Bailey’s onesie where he had gotten pureed peas on him sometime during the afternoon. The daycare employee had explained to them that they normally would’ve changed him into a new outfit when his clothes were soiled, but they had no other clothes to change him into because he was out of clean back-up outfits at the daycare, despite the fact that the daycare employees had told them that they needed to bring another few clean outfits for Bailey the last three days when they had picked him up. Amelia was treated to Derek’s snarky mumbling under his breath about how bad Meredith was at remembering to bring clothes and diapers to daycare for Bailey for the entire ride home.

Derek looked skeptically at Amelia. “Are you sure you want want to take on the task of cooking dinner for us all?”

It was Zola that answered. “We can do it, Daddy!”

Amelia smiled widely. “Yeah, Daddy, Zola and I have this under control.” She ruffled Zola’s hair affectionately. “Come on, Zo, let’s go to the kitchen and find something yummy to make for dinner.”

Derek remained unconvinced, but he figured he’d deal with it later. Without further argument, he took Bailey to the nursery to change his diaper and find some clean clothes to put him in. He figured he might even indulge in some quiet play time with Bailey if Amelia was so keen on dealing with Zola and dinner.

When Derek returned to the kitchen 20 minutes later, his eyes went wide at what he saw. The counter was covered in olive oil, shredded cheese, flour, garlic, salt, and pepper. There seemed to even be a few spices that had made their way to the floor. Predictably, both Zola and Amelia were giggling heartily, seemingly oblivious to the giant mess surrounding them. “Auntie Amy, why is my kitchen a disaster zone?” Derek asked, unable to keep from using his disapproving big brother tone upon seeing the state of the kitchen.

“Cooking’s no good if it’s not a little messy, right Zozo?” Amelia asked, punctuating her statement with a tap to Zola’s nose that only succeeding in getting even more flour on the child’s face. Zola giggled and nodded from her placed on the kitchen chair that Amelia had pulled up to the counter to allow Zola to participate in the culinary experiment.

Derek nodded slowly, but raised his eyebrows as he did so. “And who do you think is going to clean this all up?”

Amelia rolled her eyes. “Would you just settle down, Daddy? Zola and I have this all under control, don’t we?” Zola nodded emphatically. “Now could you please go sit in the living room and wait for us to finish cooking, Mr. Party Pooper.” Zola giggled at the characterization of her father. Derek decided to do as Amelia had asked and wait until later to address the issue. He really wasn’t in the mood to have to deal with a tantrum from a 4 year-old at the same time as he dealt with an argument with his little sister.

Derek busied himself with reading journal articles for the next 20 minutes, doing his best to ignore the giggling coming from the kitchen. That probably meant they were making even more of a mess in there. There was only so long he could ignore it, though, and he eventually couldn’t resist the urge to go to the kitchen and see what had his sister and his daughter so amused. When he reached the kitchen, he was shocked at what he found.

Both Amelia and Zola were elbow deep in a sink full of suds and dishes. The counters and floors sparkled without a trace of the food that had been everywhere less than an hour ago. A delicious aroma filled the kitchen. “What are you two doing?” Derek asked, his astonishment clear in his tone of voice.

Amelia smiled as she took her hands out of the dishwater, dried them, and turned to face Derek. “We’re cleaning up, of course!”

“And how exactly did you get Zola to participate in the clean up?”

Amelia smirked. She could tell that this was something Derek usually struggled with, and she was eager to gloat about her success. “Cleaning up is just what chefs do when they make a mess in the kitchen, right Zola?”

“Yeah,” Zola nodded along. “And look, Daddy, there’s bubbles!” she turned back to the sink and blew softly into the dishwater, just as her aunt had shown her. She squealed as a few of the bubbles became airborne and then floated down to land on the counter.

Derek looked like he was about to say something else, but Amelia decided to cut him off before he could dampen the mood. “Daddy, why don’t you go grab Bailey and get washed up for dinner while Zola and I finish cleaning up and take the food out of the oven.” Derek walked out of the kitchen without another word.

When Derek walked into the eating area with Bailey in his arms, he was yet again skeptical at what he saw. Amelia was placing dishes of food onto the table. One held baked chicken with a light, cheesy crust, and the other held roasted broccoli. Amelia, having not been around the house much lately, must not have known about Zola’s recent pickiness. It seemed like the only things she would eat for dinner at the moment were hot dogs and macaroni and cheese. Derek was not looking forward to the tear-filled argument that was surely soon to follow. As he strapped Bailey into his high chair, Amelia dished up plates for herself, Derek, and Zola. “Alright guys, let’s dig in!” she suggested as Derek sat back down in his chair.

Derek braced himself for the shoving of the plate and pouting that was sure to come from his oldest. To his surprise, she waited for Amelia to cut her chicken into pieces and then began to eat it. “Zola do you like baked chicken?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said, her tone indicating that this was the most obvious thing in the world.

“But what about when Mommy made chicken last week and you said the only thing you’d eat was a hotdog?” Amelia glared at him, not particularly appreciating the way he was questioning the child’s choice to eat what was in front of her.

Zola looked at her plate and then back at her father. “That was gross chicken, Daddy. This is good chicken.” Derek nodded slowly, completely at a loss for what separated “good chicken” from “gross chicken,” but he figured he should probably cut his losses and accept her answer if she was eating something that wasn’t heavily processed.

He did his best to continue the meal and ignore Zola’s newfound acceptance of foods other than hot dogs, but he could hold his tongue no longer as she began to munch away on her broccoli. Broccoli had always been the food that produced the largest tantrums from Zola. The one time he’d insisted that she take a bite of broccoli before being allowed to have some macaroni and cheese, she’d spit it onto the surface of Bailey’s high chair before collapsing into tears. He just had to know why she was suddenly embracing it without any trepidation. “Zola, do you know that the vegetable you’re eating is broccoli?” he asked, earning him another glare from Amelia.

Zola paused her eating and looked up at her father. “Yeah,” she said before turning back to her plate and continuing to eat her broccoli.

Derek’s patience was wearing thin. “You’ve never eaten broccoli when Mommy and I have cooked it.”

Amelia was now beginning to get angry at her brother. He seemed bound and determined to have a fight about food at the dinner table, despite the fact that his daughter was eating without complaint. She decided to intervene before Zola could give an answer that would prompt more questions from Derek. “That’s because this broccoli has garlic. Garlic makes everything taste super good, doesn’t it Zola?” Zola nodded as she shoved more broccoli into her mouth. “Zola and I were very excited that we got to have garlic in our broccoli tonight. Aren’t you excited too, Daddy?” she shot him a glare for a split second that told him that he’d better drop the subject immediately.

“Oh, yes, garlic is great!” Derek did his best to manufacture some enthusiasm. He’d drop the topic for now so that he wouldn’t be punished with sewing up a bunch of head lacerations in the pit for the next few weeks, but he was going to be asking his sister about this topic later.

A few hours later, once the kids had been tucked into bed, Derek came out to sit next to Amelia on the living room couch. “So do you want to tell me what was behind my daughter’s sudden interest in trying new foods?”

Amelia turned to face him and geared up for an argument. “I don’t know, do you want to tell me why you felt the need to question everything when she was eating the food on her plate? Do you enjoy arguing with your child about food, or were you just picking at me like usual?”

Derek sighed in frustration. “I wasn’t picking at you, Amy. Not everything is about you. I just don’t understand why my daughter refuses nearly everything we put on the table for weeks, and then suddenly tonight she’s willing to try anything placed in front of her.”

“Perhaps you should consider the messages you’re sending her,” Amelia said.

“Excuse me,” Derek said incredulously, becoming increasingly annoyed.

“I know I’ve been gone a lot lately, but I’ve been around during dinner a few times in the last couple weeks, and I swear it’s like you’re trying to get her not to eat the stuff you try to feed her.”

Now Derek’s temper was spiking and his volume was rising. “Oh, so because you got my kid to eat one meal, now you’re an expert in parenting?”

Amelia rolled her eyes. “No, Derek, I’m not an expert in parenting, I just understand basic human psychology. You must have missed that day in school.” Derek was about to respond, but Amelia continued on without giving him an opportunity to interject. “Every time you try to get her to eat whatever you’ve made you always say, ‘Zola, tonight you have to eat the chicken. You don’t get to have mac and cheese again.’ ‘Have to’ sounds like a punishment. ‘Get to’ sounds like a reward. When you frame it up like that, it makes it sound like the stuff you’re serving is inferior to mac and cheese or whatever it is she wants. ‘Hey, Zo, we’re trying this really cool food tonight, and you get to have some!’ sounds a lot more like something she should be interested in than ‘Zola, you have to eat this.’”

Derek looked unimpressed. “Really, that’s it? You think she ate the food you made just because you made a happy face when you told her about it.”

“No, not completely. It also helps to involve her in the cooking when you can. She’ll be more invested in the food if she had a part in picking it out or making it. Even if she makes a bit of a mess in the kitchen,” she shot him a pointed look, “it’s worth it for less fuss about food at the dinner table.”

Derek still looked unconvinced. “So you’re telling me that if I tell her every night that dinner will be fun and exciting and then have her make a mess of my kitchen, she’ll magically drop this whole picky eater thing?”

Amelia was becoming frustrated with his dismissal of her strategies, despite the fact that he’d seen them work with his very eyes. “No, Derek, of course I’m not saying there’s some magical cure that will take away all of your problems. If there was, don’t you think Mom would’ve figured it out between the five of us giving her hell? All I’m telling you is that if you quit thinking of this as a battle of wills and start thinking of ways that you could work with her on this, it might be a little easier to minimize the carnage.”

He stared at her for a moment before finally breaking out into a smirk. “And let me guess, you figured all this out because you’re the master at battles of will.”

She was about to argue back when she noticed the gleam in his eyes. It seemed he had moved past his dismissal of her thoughts and was now taking her seriously. Of course, he wouldn’t be Derek if he didn’t accompany his acceptance of her ideas with a little bit of good-natured teasing. “Shut up,” she said, slapping lightly at his chest. “You say that like you don’t ever go on a Shepherd stubborn streak.”

Derek looked thoughtfully at Amelia. “But if it’s a Shepherd thing, then where did Zola get it? She doesn’t have any Shepherd blood in her.”

Amelia smirked back. “He learned from the best teacher.”

“Thank you,” he said with a smile, but his smile dropped a moment later as he realized that her comment had not actually been a compliment. “Wait, no, you’re the worst! Why are you so mouthy?” He laughed as he lightly tousled her hair.

“My big brother taught me all about mouthy. Like I said, it’s all about learning from the best.” She laughed as she stood up and walked back to her room, ignoring Derek’s protests and light-hearted teasing as she left the living room.

#amelia shepherd #derek shepherd #zola shepherd #bailey shepherd #grey's anatomy fanfic #grey's fanfic #grey's anatomy #greys anatomy

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alexispoo · 7 years

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Double The Distractions

This is part 2 of 3!

Description: Someone walked in on Enzo and Y/n. Hmm.. Do they join in on the fun?

Warnings: Double the Smut?

Notes: I’ve been in a huge slump and haven’t posted anything on my main blog in a few months, so I was pretty determined to complete this part. The 3rd part should be in the works soon. I had help from the all so lovely @imagines–assemble for mostly the first half, but then I kinda did the rest myself, with her editing.

Let the smut train start up again!

“Mmn…” you moaned, your fingers tight against the armrest of the couch. You were still bent over, getting pounded into by Enzo and you looked at the door as you heard a voice. Seeing who that voice belonged to caused you to blush deeply.

“Zo, when did you plan on tellin’ me you weren’t gonna share her?” Cass growled as he stood in the doorway. He walked in and closed the door behind him, locking it with a click.

Enzo chuckled. “Hey, it’s your fault. You’re the one that decided to lock my ass outta the locker room after I showered, big guy.” He heard you whimper, looking at where your gaze was and he smirked. Seeing you staring and licking your lips at the bulge growing in the front of Cass’ jeans, Enzo smirked. “Looks like she wants you to join in, Cass. Don’t wanna keep our baby girl waiting…”

Cass smiled, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans before shoving them down. He stepped out of them, along with his boxers and fisted his cock. He grinned when he heard you whine for him as you kept staring. “This what you want little one?” He chuckled as he saw you nod your head frantically. He walked over to you as you were being jolted forward with every thrust from Enzo, moaning softly as you looked up at Cass with a lustful gaze and he groaned in response. “Fuck, what’d you do to the innocent girl that we’re both weak for, Zo?”

Enzo grinned. “I think that girl disappeared when she felt my hard cock against her stomach after she found me stranded and stark naked in the hallway, Cass.”

Cass smirked and ran his fingers through your hair, his other hand still fisting his massive cock. He grabbed your hair, weaving his fingers through your tresses as he pulled back roughly. The action produced a moan from you, making you lick your lips as you stared up at him and into his eyes. “What is it that you want, little one? You gotta use your words, baby…” Cass leaned down, murmuring in your ear as he nipped at it.

“Mmn…Please let me suck your cock, Big Daddy…”

Cass groaned at the name. “Fuck did she just-”

Amore laughed. “The Daddy bit might be my fault, but Big Daddy fits you, considering you are a fuckin’ giant.” You were growing impatient as you saw Cass’ large member right in front of you but he saw fit to talk instead. You were getting tired of waiting on him and if he wasn’t gonna use his cock then you would certainly put it to good use.

“Well I didn’t say that I didn’t like it. Especially coming from her it sounds so- Fuck!” Cass was caught off guard as he looked down at you. You had taken one of Enzo’s harder thrusts that shoved you forward and took Cass in your mouth. Keeping grip on the couch, you were quickly engulfing his massive cock in your wet mouth and caught him off guard. You proudly smirked around him when you heard Cass’ grunts and moans, his grip in your hair tightening. “S-shit! S-such a good girl…My God…”

Enzo saw you take Cass in as they were talking and his eyes went wide when he saw how eager you were and how much you fit in your mouth. “Damn, I don’t think we’ll ever see her as innocent again, Cass…” He smirked, giving a harsh smack to your ass, causing you to moan around Cass’ cock. “I also found out somethin’…The times this naughty girl runs past us when we’re headed to our matches is ‘cause she’s rushing to her locker room to touch herself…While she’s watchin’ us fight, big guy…” He grunted as he began thrusting into your pussy faster.

“Ah, are you serious?” Cass sighed, stroking your hair as you hummed around his shaft. “She really gets off watching us in the ring?” he smirked down at you and you shot the giant a teasing wink. “Sounds like our kinda girl, Zo. Maybe we should have her ringside, then she has to suffer out there…But then again, if she did that and behaved, she’d definitely be rewarded afterwards…”

Enzo nodded in response to Cass as he continued to talk.

“Maybe we should do this more than once, Zo…What do you think, baby?” He grasped your hair and tugged to tilt your head back and you bit your lip.

“Mmn…that sounds wonderful, Big Daddy but right now I…I need you both all the time.” you keened and Cass grinned as he gently stroked your cheek.

Enzo grinned. “I’m sure Cass would love to taste that sweet pussy of yours, doll…She really does taste delicious, Cass…”

The larger man growled. “You fucker…You know I’ve been dying to taste her!”

Enzo chuckled and pulled out of your pussy, causing you to whimper at the loss. He changed the position by pulling you onto his lap with your back against his chest, spreading your legs. He reached between you two as his cock was against your lower back and used the cum that covered his cock from your orgasm, coating his fingers and rubbing them against your puckered hole.

“You wanna taste her, big guy? Then get your loud mouth over here and taste her. I only got to suck her juices off of my fingers.” Enzo chuckled.

“Certainly don’t gotta tell me twice!” Cass grinned as he moved, quickly kneeled in front of you and Enzo. He held your legs open, trailing kisses along your inner thighs. Gazing up at you, Cass winked as he flattened his tongue and licked over your lips slowly. The motion caused you to moan, sending a delightful shiver up your spine as he continued. At the time he did that, Zo slowly started inching a finger inside your asshole, causing you to whimper.

“Daddy!”

He smirked, slowly slipping another finger in and you let a cry escape you. “Fuck! D-daddyy…It h-hurts…” You squirmed, causing him to gently put an arm around your waist.

“Shh…it’s alright baby. You gotta stay still for Big Daddy to taste you…” He whispered in your ear as he continued to move his fingers around inside your puckered hole.

You whimpered and felt your toes curl as Cass devoured your cunt. Gasping as you felt him rubbing your lips with two of his thick, long fingers. “Ahh…B-big daddy…?”

Cass gazed up at you, making a show of wiggling his tongue over your clit before stroking your lips slowly. “Mmn…fuck. Such a delicious little pussy…I know my fingers are big little one, just relax for big daddy…Think you can do that?” He bit his lip when you nodded and slowly slipped his fingers inside, hearing you gasp. “Fuck…such a good girl…Taking mine and Zo’s fingers in both holes…Does it feel good, baby girl?” He asked, then went right in and pulled your sensitive clit between his lips and suckled roughly on it.

You gasped, also releasing a loud cry as the pleasure took over. “H-aah! F-feels so good…mmh…”

Enzo removed his fingers and began to tease your puckered hole with his cock, earning a whimper from you. He kept a tight hold of you around your stomach as he whispered in your ear. “Shh…It’s alright, baby. I won’t be too rough unless you ask for it, I promise. Now, just relax for daddy and keep letting big daddy devour that amazing little pussy of yours…”

You nodded and soon you gasped loudly, feeling him slowly slide into you from behind. “Haah…D-daddyy…h-hurtss…nngh…” You closed your eyes tightly and whimpered at the size of him and the foreign feeling.

Enzo moved to kiss and suck at your neck lovingly. “Shh…It’s alright baby.” He moved his hands down to rub at your sides to calm and soothe you. He felt your body relax in his arms and smiled softly. “Atta’ girl…” He slowly moved his hips, giving a few test thrusts and when your whimpers of pain turned to moans of pleasure, he picked up a steady tempo.

Cass gazed up at you as he removed his fingers, licking your juices off of them. “C’mon baby girl, cum for big daddy…If you cum for big daddy, the next thing I shove in here will be much bigger and way more satisfying…” He leaned back in and thrusted his tongue deep inside, wiggling it around.

You arched your back and squirmed, feeling Zo wrap an arm around you from behind to keep you still, along with deep thrusts. “Ah! B-big daddy…! G-gonna-” Your walls clenched around his tongue when you released for him, panting and moaning as Cass hungrily lapped up your juices.

Cass stood up slowly, licking his lips and humming in satisfaction. “Mmn…Zo was right, princess. Your pussy is by far the best pussy I’ve ever tasted…” He fisted his massive cock and you whimpered, wanting to be filled to the brim. He grunted as he basically lunged forward and caged you in between him and Zo. He teased your sensitive pussy, feeling the lips quiver around his cock. “You want big daddy’s cock, huh princess?” He grinned when you nodded frantically. “Use these pretty lips and say what you want, baby.” He said as he caressed your face in one hand, running his thumb over your bottom lip.

You panted as Enzo kept thrusting from behind, your eyes barely able to stay open. “Ah! P-please pound my pretty little pussy, big daddy…I need you to fill me up, please!” You gazed into his eyes with lust and innocence in your own eyes.

Cass groaned and bit his lip, fisting his cock a few more times, leaning in and slowly sliding his massive cock into your tight cunt. He gasped and groaned out. “H-oh fuck… Such a tight little pussy…should we see if it can take all of me, baby?”

You nodded and whimpered. “Ahh…please big daddy…I-I need it all.” You bit your lip shyly.

Enzo and Cass looked at each other, surprised by your begging and how vocal you were being. “Fuck…she’s beggin’ for ya, big guy. Don’t make her wait…” Zo reached for your breasts, massaging and kneading them roughly as he also played with your peaks.

Cass nodded and took a deep breath, thrusting the rest of himself inside your tight cunt. Groaning loudly as he felt your muscles contract around his girth. “O-oh shit…” He pulled out slowly and thrusted back in, watching your pussy take every inch, shocking him.

Enzo looked at Cass. “Is it all in, big guy?” When he nodded, Zo was surprised too. “Damn…such a pretty little pussy taking in every inch of that cock?”

You whimpered and clawed at Cass’ chest. “P-please m-move…big daddy…”

Cass nodded and gripped your hips as he began a steady rhythm of thrusting. Grunting while he looked down to where your bodies met, he was still amazed as you took every inch. “Mmn fuck…Such a tight little pussy and it’s taking every single inch of this massive cock…such a good girl…”

You threw your head back as you grasped onto Cass. Feeling your head get turned, you didn’t resist as you were feeling so full from the pleasure that it clouded your mind. Your lips met Enzo’s as they both continued their pleasure filled assault on your body.

Cass watched as you shared a very intimate kiss with Zo and groaned. He felt you begin to grind against them both, hearing Zo grunt and try to hold you still. “Looks like daddy is close, baby…Make ‘im cum…” He grinned.

You broke the kiss and nodded, grinding roughly back against Enzo as he kept thrusting. You met his thrusts, causing him to grip your breasts roughly as he threw his head back and released inside your asshole with a moan of your name.

Cass grinned and licked his lips as he shifted. Lifting you from Enzo and sitting down, his back planted against the leather of the couch with you straddling his hips. He pulled you back on his cock, earning a cry as this position allowed him to go even deeper. He gripped your hips and began moving you up and down his cock. “Yeah…such a good little girl…taking all of my cock so deep inside this little pussy.” He grunted and leaned back as he felt you take control of riding him.

You rode him hard, placing your hands on his chest and clawing at him roughly as the pleasure continued to build. “Mmn…big daddy’s cock feels so fucking good in my tight little pussy…I can’t get enough of it.”

Cass grinned, licking his lips. “Yeah? Big daddy makes his lil’ princess feel that good, huh?” He gripped your hips, holding you still as he began to plow into you from below, grunting.

Enzo laid back and smirked, listening to his giant friend pleasing their girl. He relaxed as he began plotting his revenge on his massive buddy.

You cried out as you felt your walls clench around his cock in almost a death grip, panting heavily. “D-daddy! G-gonna c-cum!”

Cass grunted and kept up his pace, increasing speed ands he plowed roughly and quickly into you, earning another cry from you. “C'mon my lil’ princess…Cum all over big daddy’s cock…” Cass kissed you roughly before he moved to your neck to mark you as he felt your walls spasm around his girth, releasing all over his cock. Earning a low grunt and long groan from him, he held you down roughly on his massive cock.

You saw his reactions and knew he was close, whimpering. “C'mon big daddy…fill up my pretty little pussy with your cum…pleasee…oh god, please big daddy…” You begged.

He threw his head back and pulled you close against him as he felt himself shoot string after gooey string of his cum inside you. He tangled his fingers in your hair as he panted heavily, but he pulled you in for a passionate kiss. “Fuck…That was fuckin’ amazing…” He mumbled.

Enzo chuckled and nodded. “You’re tellin’ me, big guy.”

You yawned softly and snuggled close into Cass’ large body. He chuckled when you purred softly as he lovingly stroked your hair.

Cass and Enzo chuckled as they watched you drift to sleep in Cass’ arms.

“Looks like you gotta carry her to her hotel room, Cass.”

Cass smiled softly. “Fine by me. We wore out our lil’ princess. She deserves the rest.” He kissed the top of your head softly and smiled a bit more as he saw a smile break out on your face as you slept in his arms.

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