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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years
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could you tell us how Beau and Bunny told their parents that they were doing to have a baby?
Beau and Bunny, and they're baby bunny 🥺 I did also say that Birdie Mae was not the daddies and LP's first grandbaby, even though Beau and Bunny were together the longest. Those two really did enjoy just being a couple for ten years. And Beau is a saver. He wanted to make sure they didn't get in a bind by having kids, and wanted the cabin completely finished.
🖤🖤🖤🖤
Little Chickadee
Summary: Beau and Arleigh are finally pregnant
Pairings: Beau X Arleigh
Rating: mild
Warnings:  language, PIV sex, unprotected sex, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.2K
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Beau watches as his wife rides over top of him. Every morning, she wakes him with a smile, and a good morning dick ride. Her always being the first one awake, and if his cock is hard, she is riding on top of him.
His hands smooth all over her body as he watches her. Throwing the need for safe sex out the window months ago. Deciding after a decade together it was time. Time for them to make a baby. And he hopes he gets a little ray of sunshine just like his Bunny.
Even when she’s doing something so nasty, it looks perfectly innocent. Perfectly pure and full of love. Beau figured it’s about time to let his wife know that she was getting fuller in her tits. Even when her body goes from bouncing on him to a slow grind, he sees the tiny little swell of her stomach. And he can’t get enough of his tiny Bunny.
The typical just nipple tits that now have enough for him to bite, and even her skin was absolutely radiant. He gives her belly a soft rub, and she lets out a choked sigh. “Bun?”
“You see it too, huh?”
“Arleigh,” he whispers. She all but stops and Beau, flips the two of them around, and he cages her. Petting around her face, he starts peppering kisses all over her. Trying to count her freckles with his lips. “This is what we wanted.”
“I know…but I…it’s always been just us. And now we’re bringing in someone new, and everything is gonna change.”
“You are getting in your head, mama,” Arleigh laughs, despite her tears. “It’s time. We wanted kids. And it’s time, whether we want it or not. Which we do. We’ve planned this,” his hand moves gently up and down her neck soothing her, and she nods.
“Now we’ve just got to tell our parents.”
“My parents are going to be ecstatic. Mom keeps asking me when your little self is gonna be pregnant. Dad wants a baby so bad. Your parents? I think I’m gonna be sick that day.”
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“You know,” Beau starts staring at his in laws house. “We can just wait until the baby is born, and then tell them.”
Arleigh gives her husband a playful smack, and giggles. Her nose scrunching up with laughter, and he can’t help but to capture her lips with his. “It won’t be that bad.”
“I still try to pretend that we don’t have sex. They have all seen us. And I…why did we need so many windows and no curtains? That…my sweet Bunny, was not smart. I’ve almost died from your dad like five hundred times.”
“Oh, hush,” Arleigh opens the door, and waits on Beau. Grabbing each other’s
hands she almost skips to the house, even if Beau is still nervous.
Throughout dinner you were constantly looking at her. That was your youngest baby, and you had her memorized. You also knew they were actively trying to have a baby. A girl as tiny as Arleigh, you saw every change. And the biggest change was her boobs, because she actually had some.
Her body always draped in something flowy, gave nothing away on her stomach, but her need to not wear a bra, showed everything. And even the fact she had more than just nipples.
Even Ari gave you a knowing glance. And it also was blatantly obvious when they wanted dinner alone. But it was your other daddy that surprised you. Putting his fork down he leans over the table looking between Beau and Arleigh, “Go ahead and spit it out.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Arleigh smiles at one of her biggest supporters.
“The hell you don’t. Beau can’t quit smiling and looking at you, and normally he’s side eyeing me. You haven’t stopped touching him. So, tell me my sweet daughter…did you get another animal.”
“Daddy,” you groan looking at him. “Seriously?”
“I’m just saying, they can tell us right away they got chickens, ducks, and goats, but heaven forbid they tell us that they’re finally having a baby,” Arleigh gives Beau a quick look before looking back at her dad. “That is what you’re doing right?”
She nods smiling so big looking at him. “You two have been together forever, I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner, considering he can’t keep his hands off of you.”
“Dad!” Arleigh whines, Ari gives the two of them the biggest smile, but Curtis gets up to give his baby Bunny a kiss to the top of her head.
“Sweetheart, you two are going to be the best parents. And you’re going to love that sweet little thing that you’ve got growing in your nest. I’m proud of you, both of you.”
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Telling Beau’s parents was a completely different beast. The two of them had practically begged for a baby for years. Both of them talking with Beau and Arleigh separate and together.
So when they had invited Beau’s parents for a day at the farm, just showing them the new additions, Frank was no dummy. He could watch his son’s face and how he struggled to be away from Arleigh. How his hands were always resting on her stomach, and even the few times he gives it a little squish with his hand.
But watching his wife try and figure it out, was the highlight of his day. His wife loved kids, adored them, and he had apologized daily that they didn’t have more kids, especially since Beau made them wait so long for grandchildren.
So when it took Beau obnoxiously rubbing over Arleigh’s belly, trying to round out the growing bump as much as possible, and his mom still didn’t notice, Frank had to chuckle. Beau even kept saying baby over and over again, and she still didn’t get it.
“Mom, you see that window right there?” he points at the window closest to their own room, and she nods. “I’m thinking that we’re going to turn that room into a baby’s room.”
“Well, you better knock Bunny up then. It’s about damn time. I have been waiting,” Beau holds Arleigh’s belly over her dress, and his mom finally sees that tiny little bump. “No. No, baby, you…is there…we’re gonna be grandparents.”
“You already were. Iris has given you…”
“But that…that will really be mine,” Frank’s green blue eyes look at his wife, when he realizes exactly how much this means to her. His arms wrap around her tightly and he gives Beau the biggest smile.
“There’s a real baby in there?”
“Yeah,” Arleigh steps closer, “you wanna feel it?”
“Oh,” her hand drifts over on the belly and she remembers when she was the one telling Frank that she was expecting Beau. Her beautiful, handsome boy that she was so proud of. “Do you know what it is?”
“A human,” Arleigh giggles. “We’ll find out on delivery day. And the little chickadee is healthy, and moving.”
Sugarplum wipes her steady flowing tears, before smiling at her son and Arleigh, “Oh this thing is going to be so cute and beautiful. If you need a babysitter, Pummy can do it. Or if you just need food, I’m here. It’s about time. I thought I was gonna die before you ever gave me babies.”
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strangerxperv · 3 months
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NSFW/ MINORS you are not invited to the sex, you're gross
Tell me
Daddy Dom Billy Hargrove x Shy Princess Reader
(this was going to be a one off but here we go, another wip au)
You're Billy Hargrove's girlfriend except he refuses to call you that. He calls you his girl, his baby, and more importantly: princess. He's different from you in every way and most think he's just using you.
Sometimes you do too. It's easy to think the blue eyed boy is toying with you. The way his lips tilt up in a mocking grin that makes his eyes staring down at you twinkle. He makes you feel small.
Other times Billy makes you feel secure and safe with him. He never lets anyone make fun of you or look at you funny. He doesn't let you do it either. Only Daddy can make you cry, that's rule number one.
Rule number two is you must always call him Daddy, He's not your boyfriend, he's daddy. If he catches you calling him anything other than that, your ass will be sore. In more ways than one your ass will be sore and you will be sobbing by the time he's done.
Rule number three is his favorite because of how shy and innocent you are. You have to tell him what you want in the bedroom and outside of it. Billy likes to spoil you as much as he likes punishing you. It's also the rule that took the longest for you to get right.
Even though you're used to tell him what you want you still feel shy. It makes you pause and hesitate to the point that Billy sometimes has to prompt you, "Tell me, princess." His amused grin lays a lingering kiss on your heated throat. Long tongue swipes across your beating pulse before he pulls back. Blue eyes stare into your own, "Don't disappoint me by making me remind you, tell me."
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hidden-snow · 2 months
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‿୨♡ Daddy's Little Princess ♡୧‿
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Warnings/ content:// p in v, daddy kink, age gap, pregnancy kink, heats, fingering, oral - female receiving, pet names, slight orgasm denial, queue pulling
Characters:// Jake x Na’vi reader
Word count // 1,785
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You have always been daddy’s little princess. Covered in cum and and sweat, with slick wetness pooling down from between your thick thighs, you were the sight of pure pretty perfection in his eyes.
Even more so, when he imagined you swollen with his child, belly full and rounded. Fuck, he wanted to see you pregnant more than anything in this world.
Unfortunately, between your numerous duties as the teacher and mentor of future hunters and warriors and his duties as the olo’eyktan of the clan, neither of you have had the time to just sit and talk over the possibility of a future baby. And he wasn’t one to do as he pleased when it came to your body in the long run.
So you both waited, dancing around your heats, staying apart until the last of the effects had subsided and you were in the safe zone again.
He always made it up to you; fucking you dumb all night long for multiple nights straight afterwards, but it was getting to be almost not worth it.
Your heats were horrible, hazy but full of fucking yourself with your own fingers buried knuckle-deep inside of your pussy while thinking about your daddy and how much better he could fill you.
Choking on sobs, covered in sweat, you trembled on your mat, thighs spread apart while fingers bobbed in and out of your heat, squelches sounding as your fingers moved within your soaked cunt. And all you could do was yearn for daddy, wishing he’d come and help you.
Your ears perked to the sound of footsteps, your fingers halting in their thrusts, and you wait, body trembling on the mat, tail slowly slipping back and forth on your bedding.
“Kid? I know we agreed to wait till after yer heats and everythin’…. But I-“
He didn’t even get the chance to finish before you were pulling him into your alcove, pressing your lips tightly against his, hands sliding up to wrap around his shoulders while you began to grind your cunt against his clothed cock.
“Daddy,” you whine out, panting softly at the friction you’re giving yourself and, judging by the growing stiffness against your wet folds, Jake’s just barely keeping himself restrained.
“If you do this, we’ll have a baby coming. Are you sure you wanna do this?”
His voice is paper-thin, stiff and a little jostled.
“Wanna have your baby, daddy. Please?”
“You’d look pretty with daddy’s baby, yeah? My pretty little princess, full with my baby.”
His voice was soft, gentle purr, his fingers sliding down to cup your ass, digging in to the soft flesh of your cheeks to leave little crescent shape moons in your skin.
You can’t speak, too focused on the firey-hot heat burning in your core as his breath ghosted your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His fingers grip your chin, forcing you to look at him.
“Answer me,” he growled out softly and you nod.
“Y-yes, daddy.”
He didn't waste anymore time, pressing you flat against the mat beneath you, his body wedged in between your thighs, palms planted on either side of your head. His lips met yours, crashing into a heated kiss full of desire and love, sending sparks of heat spiraling down your body, adding to the mounting heat in your body.
At some point between laying you down and climbing on top, he’d discarded his loincloth, his cock resting against your bare belly as he kissed you, and you slid your hand down, wrapping your fingers around his thick girth, bobbing your hand up and down, pulling soft moans from his mouth.
“Fuck, baby girl. H-hold on,” he panted, reaching down and removing your hand, causing you to whine out in frustration.
“Watch it,” he warned, throwing you a sharp look. “Don’t be a brat.”
He knew you couldn’t help it, knew that you were just so eager to have him in you, judgement clouded by your heat and sexual desires, but you were still expected to behave. And you’d have to if you were going to get what you wanted.
Jake sat back, taking in your flushed appearance, skin prickling with sweat, eyes lidded with desire and mouth open as you panted softly. Your legs were spread wide, folds glistening with slick, and your thighs were already sticky with your own fluids.
“Jesus, princess. Lookin’ so good, aren’t you? Daddy’s gonna fuck you so good, isn’t he?” he murmured and you nod eagerly, like a bobble-head toy, bouncing around excitedly.
“Good girl.”
He dropped down between your thighs, tongue flicking out to lick up the sweet juices soaking your heat, and you jump, moaning softly at the sudden jolt of pleasure spiking through you.
“D-daddy,” you groan out, whining and gasping as his tongue slips in between your folds, lapping at your pussy, savoring the flavor of yours, his fingers coming down to rub shapes into your clit. All you could do was hold on for the ride, wriggling and moaning, gasping out cuss words and pleas for “more”.
As you felt your orgasm approaching, he pulled his face back, lips covered in your slick, and switched places with his fingers, latching onto your clit, tongue swirling around the nub as his fingers thrusted into you, providing a better stretch than what your own could do. He could feel your walls twitching around his fingers, a sign of your approaching orgasm, and that seemed to fuel his efforts further, thrusting and sucking mixing into a delicious mixture that sent you quickly over the edge of your climax, crying out as your back arched.
His fingers continued to thrust into you as you rode out the waves of intense ecstasy, leaving you a panting mess on the floor, but it was pretty clear by the way he moved around, pale blue mushroom-shaped head of his dick slipping in between your soaked folds, that he wasn’t done with you yet.
“Ready, baby girl?” he murmured softly, gaze flicking up to meet yours, and you nod, swallowing back the lump that had woven its way into the middle of your throat. With a hand on his dick to guide himself, he slid into your “properly prepared” warmth, sinking in until his waist met the backs of your thighs, buried deep inside of you.
He groaned softly as your walls squeezed around him, taking him in eagerly. The feeling of his thick girth, stretching you to delicious lengths, feeling him move inside of you, before dragging it out slowly, you can’t help but whine at the loss as he slid out, your legs wrapping around his hips to pull him back in.
He swatted your thigh sharply, startling you out of your pleasure-filled haze, his golden orbs meeting yours with a warning. In response, you pucker your lip, tears stinging in the corner of your eyes.
“Fine. You wanna be a brat? Then be a brat,” he grunted as he pulled out, flipping you over onto your stomach, face pressed into the woven mat beneath you. He plunged back into you without a warning, sending sparks of electricity through your body, your toes curling as he settled into a fast, sharp pace, pounding you into the ground. You could barely think, could barely make a sound, gasping and crying out as his tip slammed against your g-spot repeatedly, no mercy for your body within sight. Not that you wanted any mercy.
You could already feel the orgasm building up inside of you again, like a coil in your belly, tightening and tensing up, preparing to snap, but then Jake stopped, buried deep inside of your weeping cunt, his hand grabbing your queue and pulling it to force your head up, neck arching uncomfortably.
“No. Wait until after I’ve cummed. You’ve been a naughty girl,” he hissed softly into your ear as he pulled himself closer to your face, forcing himself deeper inside of you. You whine out, frustration building up inside of you. You open your mouth to protest but the words were immediately stolen away as he went back to pounding you into the ground, hand still wrapped tightly around your queue, holding your head back.
His fingers squeezed your ass, digging his nails into the plump skin, before wrapping around the base of your tail, pulling on it as he moved.
You listen, feeling the breath punched out of you with each thrust, as he grunted softly, the snap of his hips against your ass so hard and loud that you’re sure you won’t be able to sit for the next couple days.
You could feel him dragging inside of you, the coil in your heat burning so hot, tightening up so hard that you’re sure you’ll break if you keep denying your own orgasm.
“P-please, d-daddy,” you sob out, pain and pleasure mixing into your body as you struggled against your own desires.
“Please, what?” he grunted, too focused on the way you wrapped around his cock, taking him in so deliciously.
“N-n-need to cum, daddy. Please?”
“No.”
You could feel yourself fall apart at that word, wiggling and struggling underneath him as you do your best to be a good girl for him. He wanted you to be a mess. He wanted you to turn into a moaning, groaning pile beneath his body. And he was getting what he wanted. His hand moved from your ass, sliding down along your hip to dip in, fingers once again falling to your clit. Another jolt of pleasure and he couldn’t stop the moan as you tightened even more around him.
“Fuck, baby girl. I am never missing one of your heats again.”
His rhythm is becoming jostled, erratic, and you know from experience that it was only a matter of time before he hit his own orgasm. So you do your best to help, leaning your hips back to meet his thrusts, cheek pressed to the mat after he’d released his hold on the long braid of your hair.
Jake lets out a soft groan before slamming into you again, both of you cumming at the same time. He moves slowly, riding out his orgasm as your walls squeeze around him, milking him for his cum.
“Jesus. That was… I don’t think we’ve ever had sex this good before,” he grunted softly, pulling out and guiding you down on the mat, curling around you gently, cradling you close.
“You know daddy loves you, right?”
His voice is soft now, just as gentle as the fingers that brush your braided hair out of your face so that he can see you better. You nod, smiling softly at him.
“Yeah. Daddy’s little princess.”
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cissywritess · 1 year
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❦ Lord you know what I’m thinkin ❦
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ickybbysstuff · 13 days
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please dada… no no touch me special parts :3
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da1ntyg1rlblogg3r · 16 days
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this is so wrong to confess but, I had a crush on a history teacher and he was a little too friendly with me, he never touched me or anything but I was always his favourite, he’d call me up and praise me for my work. Tell the class how I’m the favourite, he’d always make jokes about my spelling (because I sucked) and he’d just be so sweet and caring. It used to always be my dirty fantasy of having a teacher coming onto me, I used to touch myself and think about him and think about him rubbing my body and coming onto me, and “talking to me after class” which resulted in him fingering me or touching me, I know it’s wrong but aaaaaa
ᕀ . ᕀ ★ ᕀ ᕀ  ★
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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years
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When Everett-Levinson triplets were younger who among the adults id each of them seek during distress for comfort or like who would each of them look for if they had a nightmare or something.??
Their mother. Ari and Curtis are good with the protecting, and having fun, but when it comes down to it, those three always go to their mother. She listens to them, she hears them. Her and Eva had some big heart to heart conversations, especially when she tells her mom she loves two people 🥺 but that’s later in life.
LP is so patient with her kids. She wants to take all their feelings into account. If Owin is struggling with feeling weak because he has nightmares, she hears everything he says. Calms him, soothes him, and reassures him even the strongest men (dad and daddy) still have nightmares.
When Arleigh feels she’s not getting heard in her family, LP makes everyone pause so Arleigh can talk about her concerns. They’re such a big family, they need family meetings. And LP makes sure everyone has their voice.
Eva even though she acts like a badass, will go to her mom, because LP keeps the fact that Eva is afraid of spiders secret. When Eva was developing, and she hated it, she went to her mother. They all trust LP and value her opinion so much.
That’s not to say that Ari and Curtis don’t have those time with their kids, but they’re also not complaining about how much those kids put their Little Princess on a pedestal. I mean we know that Ari and Curtis think that she is the most perfect. And they love how if it’s something the kids just want her to know, she keeps it hush. Ari gets a bit, “Just tell me!” but he doesn’t get upset when she puts her foot down and doesn’t.
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rosepresley68 · 1 month
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They are together now, I'm sure of that.
"Do you think she's reunited with her father now?"
How beautifully poetic that sounds makes me very happy.
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You were straddling your boyfriend's lap as his hands slipped under the hem of your shirt and quickly pulled it over your head. He let out a little groan at the sight of your boobs in the pretty little lace bra you were wearing.
“Fuck, you look so pretty, baby.”
You leaned in to kiss him again, his lips moving slow and hard against yours. You tangled your hands in his hair and pushed yourself harder against him as he reached around you, undoing the clasp of your bra. Bokuto slipped your bra off of your shoulders and tossed it somewhere else in the living room.
His hands immediately went to your tits. Surprisingly, they were easily big enough to cover them. He started to squish them and thumb at your nipples, making you moan into the kiss whenever he’d squeeze just a little too hard(He’s so strong. He can’t help it).
After a few minutes of him squeezing at your tits like they were his very own personal stress balls, he pulled away from the kiss. Without saying a word, he leaned down and attached his lips to one of your boobs while continuing to squish and squeeze the other. You immediately straightened your back and leaned forward into the feeling of his warm mouth on your oh so sensitive(I really don’t want to say nipple here but what else am I supposed to say? ;-;), allowing him to ease into a more comfortable position. You hands found purchase in his hair, and you couldn’t help the moans you let out at the feeling of his tongue flicking and the occasional addition of his teeth gently pulling at your skin. Bokuto loved having your tits in his mouth, or in his hands. And at this point, with all the biting and sucking he was doing, you were confident there would be hickeys on your boobs(nipples?)…again. He absolutely loved leaving little bruises and marks all over them that were there just for the two of you to see. He liked leaving marks in other places as well, but he couldn’t deny that he far preferred to mark up your pretty tits.
“Fuck! Kou, I can’t- ah! Mmm!”
He cut you off with a particularly hard pull of his teeth.
It felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. You could feel how wet this had made you, and you had been trying your best to keep your hips still and yourself slightly raised so that you didn’t get anything on your boyfriend's pants(It really was a poor decision to wear a skirt). But despite all of that, you couldn’t stop your hips when they started grinding against the tent in his pants. The friction was just what you needed, and your moans became louder, flowing much more freely than before.
The feeling of you grinding against his confined cock was driving Bokuto wild as well. Every so often, he would throw his head back and let out a moan before returning his mouth to your tits. Everything just felt so good, for both of you. You continued to move your hips against your boyfriend’s covered cock, no longer caring what kind of mess you were making and focusing solely on your impending orgasm.
“Fuck, don’t stop, baby. ‘m gonna cum.”
A few moments passed, and eventually, you had your boyfriend cumming in his pants. His hands shot to your waist pinning you to his lap and grinding his covered cock up into your pussy. He buried his face in your shoulder and moaned as he came, his actions worsening the blush that had spread across your cheeks. Eventually, he stopped moving, but you hadn’t reached your end just yet. Thankfully, you were close. You started grinding against his now soft cock, causing little whimpers to fall from his lips.
“Baby, ‘m too sensitive. Just wait a few minutes.”
“So close Kou, please!”
You whined your response, and that was enough to make him nod his head and lean back as you finished yourself off on his pants while he whimpered at the overstimulation. After you had cum, you leaned forward to rest your head on his shoulder. But as you recovered, you could feel him start to harden again underneath you. You leaned back and tilted your head at him.
“Kou?”
“Sorry, baby. Still need you.”
And with that, Bokuto picked you up and carried you away to his room, where he could fuck you properly this time.
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