#datingsim

I imagine that one day as you’re cooking, they’re in the living room and Rafayel has your son’s hand enveloped in his own, guiding him as he paints.

It reminds you of that time in his studio in Greensprings after you promised to see the lanterns together

“What should we add next, kiddo?”

“Hmmm.” Your son taps the paintbrush on his chin, “What about some birds?”

“Heh, like the ones that stole your chips the other day?”

“It wasn’t the birds! It was you, papa!” he jabs the paintbrush at Rafayel’s chest

Rafayel lifts his hands up in surrender, “What do you mean? I’m innocent.” He chuckles as your son pouts at him

More often than not, the two of them are covered in paint, or whatever art supply they used. It ends up to be a whole load of washing for you >:(

Your son definitely loves the ocean just as much as his father.

When you were pregnant with him, he would kick in your belly whenever you were swimming or submerged in water.

As a toddler, he would kick his legs and squeal every time the waves washed over him

Rafayel would have his hands under your son’s arms, stabilising him so that the waves wouldn’t push him over

Now at six years old, he’s diving under, collecting shells and chasing fish,“Momma, look at this shell.” He lifts his small palm carrying a pink shell, his pearly whites beaming up at you as he smiled, “You can have it, momma, orrrrr, maybe I can make it into a paint with papa later.”

It’s late afternoon and your son is knocked out on the couch from spending the entire morning at the beach.

You and Rafayel get started on dinner

Rafayel comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Thank you.” He presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“Huh?” You pinch your brows and chuckle a little as he nuzzles your neck, “What for?”

He takes a deep breath, “I don’t know, just… For our son, for being my wife, I’m just happy, I guess.”

You chuckle lightly, “I’m happy too.” You turn around and pinch his cheek, “A little jealous that he takes after you so much, but happy.” you offer a bright smile.

Before Rafayel can lean in, his arms are jerked away from your waist

Your son is pulling at Rafayel’s arms, “No, papa! Momma is mine!” He’s leaning all the way back, using his entire weight as leverage to pry Rafayel’s body from yours, “Go away, papa!”

Rafayel scoffs, “Yours?” He raises an eyebrow, “Tsk.” He clicks his tongue and hauls your son over his shoulder, Your momma was mine first, you jellyfish!”

Rafayel's fingers jab at your son's sides, and the sound of your son’s laughter fills the kitchen “Hahaha, pa—haha-papa! Stop!” He’s got tears in his eyes but the biggest smile on his face.

“Nope!” Rafayel pops the ‘p’ and continues to tickle him, “I gotta show you who’s the big fish in this tank, pipsqueak.”

You shake your head and put an hand at your hip, the other one pointing the spatula at them, “Alright, enough, or both of you aren’t getting dinner.”

Sylus ❖· ────── · ·

Sylus has a daughter, a son, and another on the way!

He’d spoil them ROTTENNNNNN. I mean, he buys you dresses, gives you his black card to spend as much as you want, what more would he do for your children? Or rather, what wouldn’t he do for them?

He would definitely be the type to let your children learn how to do things on their own, even if they are clearly struggling. He lives by the ‘they’ll never learn if they don’t do it themselves.’ idea - he literally says "I prefer the cold and things that make me strong."

Although, he would yield after a little while when they’re clearly upset and wailing, but more often than not, with some gentle encouragement, he’d get them to figure out how to do it themselves - climbing thing, opening boxed, pulling out chairs, etc.

It gets a little troublesome since they become explorative - he often has to use his Evol to reign them back in. Although, the children squeal in delight when they’re lifted into the air and land in their father’s arms.

Mephisto is surprisingly gentle with your little ones, keeping his claws and beak out of range because it could hurt them, but also because they wouldn’t hesitate to grab it XD

Luke and Kieran are often on babysitting duty so that you and Sylus can go out - Honestly, this is why you have another baby on the way. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Sylus would totally hum to your belly, always off-tune, but he definitely would.

ANYWAY

Today, you’re out on an errand and your baby boy is absolutely crying to bits so Sylus and your daughter are trying their best to calm him down

Sylus has your daughter on his shoulders as he changes your son’s diaper. Your daughter has her hands in his hair as she makes silly faces down at her brother to try and distract him from crying.

By the time you come home, it’s quite late and you find that they are all sprawled out in the middle of the living room floor, toys scattered about and a kids show playing in the background.

Your son is splayed out on Sylus chest while your daughter is on her stomach, across Sylus’ stomach XD

You chuckle a lightly at their positioning

The lack of sleep must have finally caught up to Sylus, huh? You think

As you come closer you realise that your son is awake - he’s cooing with a fist in his mouth, drooling all over Sylus’ shoulder.

With a little difficulty, you kneel down onto the floor to slip your son out from Sylus’ arms. Slow and steady… The last few times you’ve tried, Sylus’ eyes would snap open, on high alert -because who would dare try to take his precious angels.

Anyways, you decided that Sylus probably needs the sleep, especially since you’re pregnant again, he’s been so on edge

You cradle your son in one arm, and with the other, you run your hand through Sylus’ hair - which he subconsciously leans into.

Then, you lean down to place a light kiss on your daughter’s cheek, although leaning down has become a challenge in itself with your growing belly.

With the support of a nearby armchair, you stand yourself up.

You make your way over to the cushioned rocking chair in the corner of the room, cradling your son to your chest to feed him.

Just as he finishes, your daughter’s slowly sits up from where she was laying. She rubs at her eyes and blinks sleepily - a vibrant red, like her father’s, peeking through.

She looks around the room and gasps in delight when her eyes land on you, “Mama!”

She takes a few steps to you and then stops midway to look back at her father. She hurriedly grabs the throw blanket from the armchair and throws it across her father, uncaring of whether it covered him properly or not.

“Hi, mama.” She greets you as she climbs to sit in your lap

“Hi, sweetie.” You gently caress her face, “How was your day?”

“Mmm…” She quirks her lips, “Well, little bubba was crying a lot, like, a lot, a lot.”

You chuckle as she spreads her arms all the way apart.

“But I missed you." She nuzzles into your shoulder, "Daddy did too, he kept looking at the clock.”

Hehe, ever the observant girl your daughter was.

“Aww, I missed you, and daddy, and bubba as well.” You press little pecks to her face and nuzzle your nose with hers to which she giggles. Like tinkling bells in the wind.

Zayne ❖· ────── · ·

I feel like Zayne would have a son and a daughter. Your son would be quite a few years older than her though

Some days, Zayne would take them to work, subtly showing them off to his colleagues

Greyson never misses the opportunity to pinch their cheeks and ruffle their hair, “They both look like a mini Dr. Zayne."

Zayne may have all those awards and trophies lining his office walls, but his pride and joy will always be his children

He may not outwardly express it, but he absolutely cherishes them - reading them bedtime stories, tucking them in with the lightest kiss upon their foreheads

I imagine your son would be very studious, having read most of the books occupying the shelves of Zayne’s office. He would be quite curious, exploring the hospital and asking the doctors all sorts of questions that they themselves do not even have the answers to.

He would be your little gentleman, learning from his father, pulling out chairs and opening doors.

Your daughter would probably be a little shy, always having a fist clenched on her daddy’s clothes or holding onto his hands, or rather his fingers.

Her big brother wouldn’t hesitate to get her whatever she wanted or take her wherever she wishes - your family’s little princess

As much of a workaholic Zayne is, and as much as he wants to provide for you and your little family, he would have no problems lessening his hours to spend time with you and the children

It doesn’t matter how tired he is from a long day of endless surgeries, he would just as eagerly play with them in the living room

“Here, Dad, have a turn.”

“What is it?” Zayne removes his coat and drapes it over the couch’s armrest.

“Uncle Greyson bought it for us.” Your son leads Zayne over to the living room table.

“Uncle Greyson, huh?”

Your son brushes over the comment and continues to explain the little toy, “You have to take these plastic organs and bacteria out without touching the edges or else it beeps and his nose flashes a red light.”

Ever the steady-handed surgeon, Zayne takes them all out without a problem.

“Daddy,” your daughter clutches at the fabric of Zayne’s dress shirt. “I want to try.”

Zayne beckons her over to stand in front of him where he can support her little hands holding the plastic forceps

On the off chance that you are not with them, Zayne would get them sweet treats on the way home

“It’ll be our little secret.” Zayne whispers, with a finger pressed to his lips

your son and daughter giggle in their seats and happily gobble up spoonfuls of the dessert

It isn’t long before they all start having toothaches and receive a scolding from you

On family vacations, you all end up in a cabin up in the mountains of Snowcrest (at the request of your sweet little angels)

Zayne is more than happy to teach them how to snowboard,

Much to your surprise, as your daughter grew older, you found that she was quite proficient in snowboarding

But there used to be times where Zayne made them little tiaras and crowns of ice and built little ice castle with them using his Evol

Xavier ❖· ────── · ·

Sleeps as much as your newborn son, if not more, and your eldest son has inherited his father’s incredible appetite.

When you’re not at home, Xavier nearly burns the house down trying to make food for them, so once your son was old enough, he opted to learn how to cook - having his father as an assistant because, you know… they need supervision or something XD

Xavier would definitely read them bed time stories

His voice is so soft and mellow, they would fall asleep so quickly

Not much of a surprise considering that Xavier falls asleep at the drop of a hat

But on days when they have nightmares, Xavier would use his Evol to create little bunnies and flowers that float around in their bedroom

and when sleep finally overtook them, he would tuck their blankets around them and whisper,

“Sweet dreams, my little starlight.”

Most days, in your lounge, your younger son would be crawling all over Xavier as he laid on the floor.

“Arghh, the monster’s got me.” he would jokingly say.

Your older son would then come in with a cardboard sword, gently tapping his little brother on the back to slay the monster

Xavier cradles the young one in his arms, “And the hero has saved the day once again!” He lifts the infant up into the air and receives a toothless smile.

“Just like you and mommy!” Your son beams down at Xavier, sword and shield still poised, “You keep us safe from all the wanderers, right? I wanna be just like you and mommy.”

Xavier just smiles - the kind that crinkles the corners of his eyes, “Well, we better start training, huh?” Xavier ruffles your son’s hair.

Although he may not be as well-off as Sylus, he definitely would do his best to spoil them, bringing them to amusement parks, buying them little star lamps for their bedrooms, taking them to the arcade and playing kitty cards with them.

One time, you all went on a holiday to this guest house in the forest. When you asked him how he knew about this place he replied with:

“I befriended the uncle that runs this guesthouse while I went fishing that one time.”

Xavier would take them hiking, showing your sons the most scenic views in the forest

when night time came, all four of you were laying down on a blanket, gazing at the stars

Today, he’s taken you to a cherry blossom park. He’s got your eldest son on his shoulders, and your little one in a baby carrier at his front.

Your eldest son is reaching up trying to grasp at the pink petals some of which fall onto your youngest’s head.

Xavier quickly lets go of your hand, which he was holding, to brush them out of your baby’s face. (he’s using the other one to stabilise your son’s leg over his shoulder)

Just as quickly, he grasps your hand once more.

You squeeze his hand lightly, “Let me take the carrier from you, Xavier.”

“No, it’s okay.” He quickly refuses, “I want to carry them both. It won’t be long before they’ll be too big to do so.”

AHHHHAAA, I'm finally finished with exams, so I'll be able to write more often. Yahooooo ~(˘▾˘~)

But brooooo, the Lads with KIDSSSSS I CAN DIE HAPPY

-Seven

"Well, you ought to hurry and choose, dear. I have some business to attend to," Timothy's sharp, but the lust is in his voice is unwavering.

Betty hums seductively, "Pick me, I'm hungry, darlin'."

You've found yourself in the most peculiar yet arousing situation.

Your legs are spread wide, your right leg over Betty's shoulder, left leg over Timothy's as they stare at your sex with greedy eyes. You stare down at them, half taken aback by how they are both on their hands and knees on the plush bed. Betty's gorgeous tits kiss against the sheets, her hand stroking your thigh, seductive hazed over eyes glaring at you with watery juicy lips.

Timothy, on the other hand, paws and kitten licks your thigh, his raven tail curling and swaying with all the playfulness in the world. He wants to rush you, he wants you to pick him. With his saucer eyes, black little dew drops with flickers of yellow, pleading with you to pick him.

You reach down, grab the back of his head, and push him into your sex. "Purrfect," he mewls, using that obnoxious tongue of his to devour you like kittens to milk.

"Oh, c'mon, big boy," Betty purrs, leaning in close to his ears, which flicker when her lips touch the fur. "Save some for me." Her free hand drums down his back, forcing him to shiver.

You moan out, at how he skillfully sculpts you, his horny saucer eyes switching from your glaze to Betty's, feeling cornered between two beasts. Betty's breath is heavy as she bites her lip, "Can't wait any longer." Betty dives into you, flattening her tongue into a thick stripe. She licks you up in one fell swoop, your sex hot from arousal, and the heat of both their hungry mouths.

You moan out, but she doesn't stop, almost taking control over pleasuring your sex. She takes the grounds, leaving Timothy to lick up the rest. The room begins to fill with delicious, sloppy sounds. Her eyes were drowning in lust, and her pretty face flushed red, but in every move she was confident. The sight was sharp, watching her suck you as if you were a treat.

Timothy was slowly moaning out for every lick. He's greedy, but remaining docile. His wide eyes match his lowered ears, stress, and neediness. With every desire he wants to paw at his pants, have you alone. Yet here Betty is, interrupting the schedule.

But he'll allow it, after all, his darling was about to cum.

You brace yourself on thin air as your orgasm washes over you. Timothy watches with observant, blissful eyes. But he's barely able to before Betty's hand slides up the back of his head, fisting back locks between her fingers. His ears shot forward, "Ahhg! B-Betty."

"Just gonna keep watching, little kitty," she asks him, licking her lips of your juices. Timothy's lips shine similarly in the mixture of spit and you.

He's shy, stuttering out, "N-No. Of course not. The next activity on my intercourse schedule--"

"Schedule? Maybe you need a little liberating from it, Timothy… Come out and play," she purrs out. She's irresistible; she takes up the space; it's hers. Before you know it, Timothy has fallen victim to it, limp in her hold, needy, greedy lips parting, eyes lidding to taste her tongue. They meet; their kiss is fierce, with Betty leading and Timothy following her every sway.

She parts the kiss, "Are you a bad kitty?"

"Y-Yes… I am a b-bad kitty," Timothy mewls, eyes shaded over. His hands grab at her shoulders, trying to pull her back to him. "I-im a bad kitty... s-so kiss me," he hushes. Their lips crash again, and you're there in shock. Your hands are traveling all over your body, pleasuring yourself in the right places, quiet moans as you watch the show.

Betty has one hand on his cheek, the other trailing down his back to his tiny waist. He shivers once, his tail whipping up then swimming a sultry sway. Then, he shivers again, except this time, his tail puffs, darting straight up. He yelps suddenly, "Oh Dear! My scheduling! Its ru--mmgg!" But he's cut off by himself, biting his lips as black eyes roll to the back of his head, "Nyaaa."

Betty pulls away, eyebrows pinching in concern. "Are you alright Timot--"

In an instant, he pounces on her with a catty smile, and they crash into the space next to you as you dart upright. Timmy grins as he rubs his face into Betty's breasts, purring out sweetly. "Timmy will show you both what a bad kitty is," he barks out. He is all toothy. And before anyone could laugh at his ridiculousness, Timmy stands on business.

He steals Betty's lips, interrupting the kiss with bites and nips. Sucking down on her tongue, while his paws undress her top. Her breasts bounce out, and he is no stranger to inviting his kitten licks downstairs to tease and play. Betty moans out, her sound rich and vital.

You creep up behind them, grabbing Timmy's tail, his ass brushing your crotch. He perks and arches back into you, finally breaking his barrage to look back at you with a sexy-over-the-shoulder glare. "Is master pleased with Timmy," he asks, perking his ass into you.

You grunt in disbelief.

"He's out of control," Betty moans, her voice drowning in light giggles.

"Nyaa," Timmy mewls in agreement.

You hook your hands around his dress paints, slipping them off him along with his boxers. His cute, tan ass greets you first above anything, and it's groped thoroughly. "Master," he whispers to you as he takes in Betty's lips.

You crack your hand on his cheek, watching his tail stiffen and sway. How he yelps and breaks his kiss. And with entitled eyes, he glares back at you. "Hey," he barks.

Betty giggles, rising free from beneath him, her hand petting his soft head. "I've got an idea," she hums.

🕙🛏

It's a pretty sight. Your fingers are deep in Timmy's ass, fingertips curving against his sweet spot, freehand stretched over to slowly stroke his leaky, horny cock. His little paws are on either side of Betty's thighs, his head pushed into Betty's pussy.

The sound of his strong, fervent slurps fills the room, only interrupted by his sharp mewls and Betty's tender groans. Her hands play in his hair, tickling his ears, her curves out in display, her voluminous breasts with large pink nipples are out wonderfully, covered in hickeys from Timmy's catfight.

"Timothy was such an obedient kitty," you strike his spot, giving his sensitive head a loving tandem squeeze.

Timmy wails, the sound muffled by her juicy, wet box. His tail curves longingly around your arm. You've been edging him, forcing him to push Betty to her high like a sex toy. His eyes are teary, ecstasy in every breath of his. He's a bad, evil kitty, he does what he wants.

And with teary eyes he stares up at Betty as he delivers on the best head, leaking more and more for every erotic expression that crosses her face. Her grip on his hair tightens, and his tail begins to quiver and shake. He's going to cum.

"Aah… Mmh, a-amazing," Betty arches forward, pushing her big clit into Timmy's flickering tongue. He made her clit swollen and fat, throbbing, the echos of his tongue still lingering on her nub.

Timmy's denied yet another orgasm, and with a wail, he pops off Betty's sweetness. "Nyou-no fair master. No fair," he commands. He pushes himself onto your fingers, his tail quivering. "Mmhm, Timmy like this," he moans, as he slowly fucks himself on your fingertips.

"Bad Timmy," you scold and hold his ass in place.

"Timmy will only pleasure Betty if Master pleases Timmy! Timmy has been good," he growls, baring his teeth.

"Cant-uh… tame this one, baby," Betty pants. Her face is sensual as she teases her nipples, abrupt, sharp twists as her clit throbs.

"Do we have a deal with Timmy," he smiles sharply.

You purr, "Mmh… I think I know a way we can all get what we want."

🛏🕙

Betty rides Timmy like a cowboy, and you wish you could see it. But the juicy, lustful sound of her wet pussy combined with her ragged, desperate moans was enough for you. Every thrust shook the bed, you could feel the weight shift behind you, as you sat over Timmy's face, your sex all in his mouth from this angle, your back turned to Betty.

His paws were on either side of your thighs, his gorgeous blown-out eyes fleeing from the stars and back. Avoiding the power that comes with sharing a glare with you.

Betty's hand was on your shoulders, using you as stability to fuck herself down on Timmy's wet cock. Her fat swollen clit was wonderfully teased with by her freehand, as the stench of fucking filled the bedroom.

"oouh-- f'yess m- mm- mff," Betty swallows thickly, her toes curled up, stars twinkling in her peripherals.

You were gonna blow. Not just from Timmy's wild mouth, but from Betty's lewdness, or maybe it was the way the bed shifted, pushing yourself deeper into Timmy, or was it the way his sexy, boba-pearl eyes glared at you, combined with his alert, prideful ears.

Timmy was gonna cum too. His cock was leaking and twitching inside Betty's warm, juicy folds. She was velvet and red hot, sucking him back in with an intense grip, and how her weight rested on him, combined with your sex ruffling him dead quiet, thighs tickling his face, your ass near to his neck and chest-- he couldn't stay alive for his own good.

And within seconds, he cries out on your sex, "nnyff!! nyyaaff," and shoots hot, sticky streams deep into Betty.

Betty's eyes roll back, her sinful pussy sucking him all up, as she lowered herself on him, teasing her clit, fucking it until she soon blew, "m' cummin' ooh-- f'yesss!" And in tandem, hearing her fuck her clit made you go haywire, as you spilled all over Timmy's poor mouth.

"Mmasterff-masterff," he groans.

You don't remember much, too tired from being too fucking horny. But you do remember the aftercare, and the tender, sweet cuddling. How Timmy curled up next to Betty, cutely tucking his tail in, resting his head on her shoulder, his paws stroking your cheek as you rested on the opposite side of her, your head resting on her pillowy breasts. Her warm hand was stroking your back, her laugh soft and faint as you faded into sleep.