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ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── alpha!nat, who immediately senses when you become pregnant

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── her nose twitches at your scent. its the same scent she loves, but its so much more powerful, with a hint of something else

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── and her brain knows what it is. her posture straightens and a sense of pride consumes her when her mind confirms your pregnancy. your first litter, and it will be her pups you give birth to

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── alpha!nat who is so much more protective now that you are pregnant

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── your daily household chores are immediately cut in half, even if you were perfectly fine. she is not risking ANY injury or strain to your body

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── even more so as your pregnancy progresses, and your bump gets bigger and bigger as the pups grow in your womb. she has you glued to your shared bed, taking care of you like you were made of glass

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── alpha!nat who realizes that seeing you heavily pregnant (like 3rd trimester pregnant) makes her brain all fuzzy and dick all hard

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── yes, she makes sure you are taken care of, not letting you lift a finger. but yes she is also fucking your brains out even when you’re heavily pregnant

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── you just look so beautiful this way. full with her child/children, skin radiating in that pregnancy glow, the definition of maternal, the sight does things to her

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── alpha!nat who freaks out when you go into labor, literally tripping over herself while making sure you safely get to where you need

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── alpha!nat, who gets kicked out of the room when you go into labor

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── and YOU’RE the one kicking her out. as much as you love her, nat definitely glares at the medical staff when you’re in pain, and tries to insert herself

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── she means well 💔 but you have to kick her out once you start pushing because its just too much for you to deal with

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── alpha!nat who cries when she meets your pup/pups for the first time

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── she’s so loving towards them, and you shed a tear watching her quietly whisper things to them

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── alpha!nat who realizes she has a lactation kink..

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── the two of you obviously spending time together. her lips sucking on your tits, worshipping your postpartum body

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── and when she tastes the small drop of milk on her tongue, her eyes light up like shes in heaven and she milks you dry

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── you have to physically push her away because if she could, she would definitely hoard your milk to herself, forgetting about the spawn you two had created

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── alpha!nat, who gets you pregnant once the doctor gives you the clear for sex

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── it had been weeks, and you were just so horny. so when she finally was in you, cock slamming against you hard, you just begged to be filled up again

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── she cant help it 💔 she loved seeing your stomach so round and full, she just had to give you another one. plus, you begged for it :( so of course she had to pump you full of her cum every single night afterwards

“SUCH A PRETTY LITTLE THING, AREN’T YOU?” the coo comes from behind you. your knees buckle at the feeling of baran’s breath hitting the back of your ear, causing goosebumps to form on your arms, the hairs on the back of your neck to stand tall. the other woman in front of you chuckles, voice slightly hoarse from the years of smoking cigarettes, her hands gently massaging your bare thighs.

if you were to go back in time to 3 months ago, when you had just finished med school, that you would be in between your chief attending physician and the charge nurse at the hospital you now work at, you would have rolled your eyes and scoffed.

but the signs were there from your first day. bright eyed, ready to begin your new career. you had gone through med school, you had seen the challenges working in the medical field would bring. especially working at the emergency room department of the pittsburgh trauma center. but this was your calling, helping others despite the chaos of the job. you were prepared for whatever you would face.

you met dana first. and the way she looked at you up and down like you were some lost puppy made your throat dry up. her arm draped over your shoulder as she introduced herself, and guided you to where you needed to be. as she spoke, the lingering scent of cigarette smoke invaded your nostrils, making you dizzy with thrill. then you met baran. well-spoken and gentle, as she looked at you like you were worth gold. she went to shake your hand, her own holding yours a second too long.

your first shift there was chaotic to say the least. and while it was mainly from the patients, it was also from the attention you were receiving from the two older women. the subtle little touches or looks that felt way more than simple colleague interactions.

and it had gone on for months. the touches turning bolder as the days passed, their eyes lingering on you way longer, where others began to notice, but couldn’t say anything about. goosebumps on your skin which slowly began turning into your panties turning wet and sticky in the middle of your 12 hour shift. nights laying in your bed overthinking their touches and eyes turned into finger fucking yourself to the thought of them.

slow, and agonizing time waited. time none of you could let pass anymore.

it was such a bad idea. you could hear the hospital announcements coming through the intercom, the occasional alarm go off. you can even hear the distant footsteps of the night crew walking by the empty room. you three shouldn’t be doing this at work. you shouldn’t be completely nude, on a patient bed, back against baran’s chest as her own legs engulf yours, pulling them wide open for dana to see your glistening pussy.

dana keeps massaging your thighs, slowly inching by the second closer to where you need her the most. your clit throbs at her touch, to which she chuckles, “you eager?”

you whimper and nod, feeling baran press a kiss to your neck. “just as eager as we are,” she says, hands going up to fondle your tits. “use your words, tell dana what you want.”

“want your fingers in me,” you gasp out, “please dana,” you beg. dana hums, and allows one finger to land on your clit, pressing down lightly. you gasp, hips jerking up for more, but stopped by barans legs holding you down tighter. dana’s finger travels lower, slowly spreading out the folds of your cunt, occasionally letting the tip of it enter you briefly before exiting.

you whine quietly, impatient. but finally, after what feels like ages, she hooks her middle finger into you. slowly pushing it in, making sure to hook it slightly so you can feel it hit that spongy spot deep in you. you let out a soft moan, tilting your head back to rest on baran. she can’t help it, and immediately presses her lips down onto yours, kissing you and swallowing your moans as dana slowly fingers you.

baran pulls away after a few seconds to watch dana’s finger disappear in you, and she groans slightly when a second finger is added, hearing the squelch of your walls being stretched open. “you sound lovely,” she whispers, gently unwinding your legs together. as you moan softly, trying not to be too loud, you feel baran peel herself off of you, and hear the rustling of fabric hitting the tiled floor. before you can utter a word, you see her straddle your face, her bare pussy right in front of you.

and she doesn’t even have to demand or ask you to, the moment you see her cunt, aching and wet, your mouth immediately goes in, sucking at her clit and tongue fucking her. baran holds onto the hospital mattress, hips moving as she rides your face, letting her curls loosely fall down her back.

you’re too caught up in pleasuring baran that you don’t hear dana kicking off her own pants. you do feel her fingers slip out of you, and you whine into baran’s cunt before moaning and continuing when you feel danas own cunt begin to grind against yours.

baran moans at the sight, grinding down harder on your face as dana slides up and down your cunt, stimulating her clit against your own. “just like that,” dana grunts to herself, as she also watches how you moan and eat baran’s pussy like there’s no tomorrow.

“oh fuck dana,” baran whimpers, “her tongue is so good.” dana nods and groans, working her own hips faster, “so is her pussy.”

you lay there, letting the two of them use your body, but loving every second of it. you love the feeling of dana grinding down on you, sometimes feeling her clit trying to enter and fuck you. you love the taste of baran on your tongue, nuzzling your nose into her clit and the tuffle of curly pubic hair on her. 

baran cums first, and you hear her moan through gritted teeth as she does so, the liquid coating your tongue deliciously. your tongue continues fucking her, riding out her high as you and dana cum quickly afterwards. dana groans, biting down on her lower lip as her thighs shake and her hips stutter. you cum loudly into baran’s pussy, praying it muffles the sound so no one hears and comes into this room.

YOUR MIND SPINS AS THE LOUD SOUND OF SKIN SLAPPING AGAINST SKIN ECHOES AROUND THE BEDROOM. your knees ache on the mattress, hips twitching as they desperately try to stay up, face smushed into the pillow under you.

“oh fuck—“ you hear lottie moan loudly behind you, her hands holding your waist so hard it’s bound to leave marks, “you feel so good love.”

lotties almost animalistic in the way she fucks you. the way she drills her big dick so hard and deep inside you, like she’s trying to mold your body to fit her perfectly. which in a sense she is, given she can barely fit half of her length in you before your cunt clenches tight enough that she can’t push further.

that was until today. when you brought up trying this new position, lottie was a bit suspicious but nodded along.

but this new position was so fucking good. your body was able to take more of her, to the point where she was hitting the entrance to your cervix.

your hole already aches, filled with yours and lotties cum. you’ve finished so many times, you can’t even recall the exact number. or even an estimate. and despite the sweat and fatigue consuming you two, lottie wont stop anytime soon.

your moans are hoarse and muffled, drool freely escaping your lips. your eyes felt heavy, but with every thrust that made lotties tip rub against your cervix, your eyes would jerk back wide.

you feel one of lotties arms move up to your neck, putting you in a slight headlock. just enough pressure to lift your upper body so her mouth was near your ear.

“am i doing good love?” she whisper asks in your ear, breath heavy as she places a small kiss on the back of your neck. “is my dick making you feel good?”

you moan again, nodding dumbly. you stutter out your answer, the words coming out quietly and slowly as they are interrupted with your moans and whines, “so good!”

lottie lets out a breathy chuckle, and kisses the back of your neck as her thrusts grow harsher. she pushes your head gently back down to be buried in the pillow, just to go back to gripping your waist tightly.

you shiver as you feel lotties cock twitch inside of you before cumming, the thick liquid already creating a ring around her cock and dripping down your hole from how filled you are.

but lottie doesn’t stop. she continues snapping her hips against yours, ready for another round.

BEING QUEEN OF THE NORTH WAS DIFFICULT. and sansa knew it would be. she had spent enough time in kings landing, being groomed to become queen of the seven kingdoms, to know the stressors that came with the respected role.

but this was different. she wasn’t queen in the sense that she had married the king. she was the queen in her own right, the sole ruler of the north.

no king beside her. no husband.

how she wanted it to be. but not how her council wanted it.

“my queen,” ser wyman, a member of house manderly and one of her closest advisors, spoke. his voice and tone holding respect for her, but his eyes betraying the smallest hint of desperation and frustration. “you must marry soon. the north grows worried about the lack of heirs.”

sansa sighs, closing her eyes for a beat at the head of the table. her cupbearer comes to pour her drink, to which she covers her cup with her hand, a silent dismissal. “you speak as though by the end of the moon my womb will dry up.” 

there was a hint of annoyance mixed with amusement in her tone. sansa was still young, a woman merely in her early 20’s. there had been other highborn ladies who had birthed children at much older ages.

this conversation had always happened at every meeting since she became queen. the urgence of the court to see her wed a northern lord and bare children to inherit the throne. and by bare children, she means sons.

because although she was queen, the north had still stuck with tradition. the old ways of men inheriting thrones over women. the only reason she was queen was because bran had become king of westeros, and with the rest of her brothers either being dead or north of the wall, sansa was rightfully next to inherit.

she purses her lips, feeling the sting in her eyes at the memory of her siblings. of robb and rickon and their untimely demises. of jon with the wildlings north of the wall. of bran all the way in kings landing. of arya set sail west of westeros, exploring unknown lands. 

she hears the distant voices of the rest of her advisors trying to persuade her into marrying soon, her mind dissociating at the thought of her family. 

she jerks her head to the left to look out the window that oversees the courtyard of winterfell. her eyes waver, looking at all the various people walking about, before her mind stutters shut and her back straightens.

her gaze locks on a figure. a young woman, about her age, wearing light furs and strolling about. her lips curl into a smile seeing you. a lady of a small northern house. the sister to one of her advisors. 

she quickly averts her gaze and returns her focus to the meeting at hand, not wanting anyone to catch on.

because although sansa tells everyone she is too young to marry, or that no man she has been presented is worthy enough to be the queens husband, a small part of her heart breaks to know that you are the one she truly wants to marry.

as the meeting drags on, she lets her mind slightly reminisce. she remembers the first times she had begun feeling attraction towards women. the one that sticks out the most being the lady margaery tyrell. the one who made sansa actually question her “attraction” to men.

and the one who made her realize that she wasn’t actually interested in men. rather, she forced herself to, because she was a lady and her duty was to wed a husband. being attracted to another woman was not talked about. the septas would never entertain the concept. 

it wasn’t unheard of. men being with men. women having other female companions. but it definitely wasn’t celebrated. it was a secret, something to keep quiet and hidden. 

later that night, sansa gets up to her chambers, seeing you already there, waiting quietly for her. she smiles and feels relaxation overflow her as you help her out of her dress and into her nightgown, as she does to you.

the two of you lay down, and sansa watches as you recount your day. her eyes focus on every little detail that make up your face. and as her eyes do so, they also begin to water, and her lips tremble.

you stop what you were saying to look at her, and worry etches your face. “what’s the matter my love?” you ask concerned, hand cupping her face, “are you alright?”

she breaths in a shaky breath, and smiles sadly. “i want to be your wife,” she whispers. a silence follows, but not an uncomfortable one. a sad, but understanding kind of silence. and the way your eyes look at her sadly, she cries a bit more.

“i want everyone to know that you are mine. that we are one,” she continues and sniffles. she looks away as her eyes land on the seven pointed star decor, a show of her religion on her mothers side. 

she curses the gods she's meant to love. if it was such a sin, then why make her love a woman? why make her love someone she can never truly be with in their eyes?

sansa feels your hands run through her red locks, and feels your lips press a small kiss to her temple. “i know my love.”

you guide her face to look back at you, and gently wipe away her tears. “i want to be your wife too,” you say with a sad smile, “and it may not be possible for that. but i’m still yours, and always will be.”

sansa smiles sadly. its the reality of the times she lives in. “you promise?” she asks softly, like she was a little girl. you nod and kiss her, “i promise.”

sansa kisses you back, in awe of how much you love her. how you are willing to live a life against customs just to be hers. willing to be shunned from society as an unwed lady for the sake of only being sansas.

the kiss grows deeper, sansa’s tongue pushing past your lips, exploring inside you. she moans into your mouth, tasting you like you were the finest bite of lemon cake she’d ever had. her body moves on its own, going to straddle yours.

the night blurs in the pleasure. cloth being gently peeled off one another, the quiet moans escaping you two as sansa rocks her soaking cunt on top of your own. sansa lets her mind blur as she grinds down hard, feeling herself grow even wetter and needier as your lips met one of her breasts, sucking on her pink nipple.

her hands hold you close, almost afraid that you’d disappear. in this moment of vulnerability, sansa’s eyes water as she feels her core tighten, feels the sense of her impending orgasm approaching, she whispers, “i love you.”

you moan lightly, and move your lips back up to hers, kissing her. your hands hold onto her hips tightly, grinding her even harder. “i love you too,” you say in between kisses.

sansa pulls back to curse and moan loudly as she cums, panting heavily as her thighs shake and her cunt leaves a sticky mess over yours. she sees you moan and roll your eyes back in pleasure as your own orgasm crashes.

JACKIES MIND RAN AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT, THOUGHT AFTER THOUGHT FLOODING HER BRAIN AND MAKING HER HEAD HURT. her gaze fixated on the photo strips sitting at the edge of her mirror. her and shauna. the top picture being the two of them simply smiling, the middle being them making a heart out of their hands, and the bottom picture being of them kissing. the little space at the bottom in shaunas hand writing, the words i love you.

and her stomach churns at it. the picture, once making her feel giddy and blush, now makes her stomach turn in shame.

she gets up quickly, and grabs the picture a little too harshly, shoving it into some random drawer. she looks to her clock, and takes a deep breath in, counting the seconds. ‘any minute now,’ she thinks to herself.

jackie loves shauna. of course she does, shauna is her girlfriend after all. after years of being best friends and secretly pining over one another, they finally began dating a year ago. jackie truly believed shauna was her true love, the one she would grow old with.

what jackie didn’t take into account would be the fights between the two. when they were friends the fights never felt as harsh, but now they hit harder, deeper. even the smallest disagreements makes her nostrils flare and her chest ache.

the last fight, jackie can’t even remember what it was over. all she remembers is shauna huffing and deciding not to go to the party they were supposed to attend, to which jackie, the stubborn girl she is, huffed back and decided to still go.

she remembers going to the party, and immediately chugging down some drinks, already tipsy half an hour being there. she remembers seeing you, her classmate/somewhat friend and decides to go over to you.

she remembers grabbing more drinks for the two of you. the liquor burning down her throat, making her head spin and look at you, and she vents to you about her relationship with shauna. she remembers you humming and listening to her words, occasionally brushing your hand down her arm sympathetically.

she remembers asking you to join her to the restroom, needing to fix up her lipstick and hair. she remembers getting into the restroom and going up to the mirror, pulling out her pink lipgloss and applying it while also watching you from the reflection. she remembers you telling her how pretty she was.

and maybe it was the alcohol. maybe it was the fact that you allowed her to vent to you. she’s not sure. but she couldn’t help herself from spinning around, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer, before her lips landed on yours.

it was the messiest kiss she’s ever had, but god did it feel so fucking good.

her hands snaking around your neck, as your own move to cup her ass, before lifting her and sitting her on the edge of the sink. you move between her legs, hands gripping at her hips, pulling on it like you needed her to support yourself up.

jackie remembers how needy she felt. how her body reacted to you, her hips pushing into you, and grinding her clothed cunt over you. she remembers the way her body shivered, as she felt you grow hard underneath your own clothing. and for a few minutes, the two of you humped each other, her legs shaking as she bit hard on her lips to keep quiet.

and then, in one small moment, she remembered that she was dating shauna. and in embarrassment and shame, she pushed you away and ordered a cab back home.

even when her and shauna made up from their fight the next day, and had sex, she couldn’t keep you out of her mind. and she felt so ashamed, realizing that the only way she could cum around shauna’s fingers was by pretending it was you. even when she touched herself, she thought of you, and not shauna.

she needed to get you out of her head. and this was the only way she could think of.

jackie is knocked out of her mind when she hears the front doorbell ring. goosebumps form on her skin, and a small rush of arousal slowly passes through her.

she opens her front door to see you, looking slightly awkward. she grabs your wrist and quickly pulls you in, not wanting anyone to see. not wanting shauna to realize jackie lied about “feeling a little sick” and “not wanting her to catch anything”.

she pulls you into her bedroom, and grows the courage in her brain. because jackie didn’t tell you why she wanted you to come over.

“look jackie,” you start, awkwardly scratching your neck, “i’m sorry about what happened that night. i know you’re with sh—”

“don’t,” she hisses out. “don’t say her name.”

she can see the confusion in your eyes, the kind that reminds her that she didn’t tell you why she invited you. and jackie just goes for it.

“i need you so fucking bad (y/n),” she whimpers, feeling her thighs clench. “so don’t say her name while i try to fuck you.”

she sees your eyes widen in shock, and she takes a step closer. “please,” she begs softly, “please fuck me.”

she gives you those puppy eyes of hers. the ones she knows no one can say no to. and when you nod your head, she smiles, “lets keep this our little secret.”

and with that, she pushes her lips against yours. immediately she moans, arms circling your body and keeping you close. and when your lips reciprocate, she lets herself forget that she’s with shauna. if anyone were to find out, she’d be in so much trouble. but she won’t let herself think of the consequences right now.

she walks closer to her bed, letting the back of her knees hit her bed, and letting her body fall onto the mattress. she feels you pull away, and sees a smirk on your face, “such a naughty little girl wanting me.”

she moans and nods, feeling her panties already sticky on her cunt. her hips stutter, and her hand moves to touch your hard cock through your pants, hearing your little hiss. “need it so bad,” she whines, “wanted it since the party.”

jackie whines even louder when she feels your lips move to nip at her neck, hard enough to feel the sting, but not enough to leave a mark. “yeah?” you tease, “your little girlfriend not doing it for you?”

jackie should be ashamed, but the only thing that question does is her make her even hornier. she shakes her head, “n-no.”

she moans when your hand cups her core through her pajama shorts, “i have to think of you to finish.”

she hears your chuckle, and lets you peel off her shirt, your free hand grabbing at her tits and pinching at her pretty little nipples. she shivers, head spinning. the adrenaline of doing something so wrong making everything feel so much better.

she tugs at your pants, freeing your cock from its restraints. her hands can’t help but stroke it, already loving the way it feels in her hands. “cmon puppy,” she hears you say, “spread those pretty legs and use my cock.”

jackie doesn’t need to be told twice. she immediately pulls off her shorts, and spreads her legs, giving you the sight of her cunt, wet with her arousal. the two of you position yourselves, and she grabs your cock, guiding it to her entrance.

as you push in, jackie moans loudly. this feels so much better than she could have imagined. the pace is slow at first, as you let her grow accustomed. but then it picks up, and soon enough, the sound of the bed creaking and moans fill her bedroom.

jackie watches your cock slip in and out of her, letting the sight get her off. “youre so good,” she moans, “know how to make me feel so good.”

her eyes roll back when your tip brushes against her sweet spot, and she cries out when your hands run through her hair and tug at the strands. “yeah puppy?” you say, hips pistoning into her, “just like you imagined it?” jackie shakes her head, “even better.”

the scent of sex fills the room, sweat glistening down her and your body. jackie feels herself drool, going dumb on your dick. her toes curl, and her hips lift and shake as she feels her orgasm begin.

“g-gonna cum!” she yelps out, and you continue to pound into her. “that’s right, coat my dick sweetheart.”

that does it. her throat strains as she lets out the prettiest cries, babbling as her orgasm crashes through her, her cum coating your dick. and not long after, she feels you pull out, and your cum coating her stomach.

the two of you lay on her bed, catching each others breaths. as jackie closes her eyes, she lets her mind wander. that small feeling of shame still fills her, for betraying shauna like this. but the even bigger part feels adrenaline, and satisfaction.

she looks to her side, seeing you catch your breath, sweat glistening your forehead. and what she thought would be a one time thing, a one and done to get you out of her head..