Encanto Dads Novels & Stories

I just nod and walk away heading straight for Diego and my dad who are standing with my cousin, Enzo. They are talking in hushed tones as I approach them. I notice the relief on my father’s face as he sees I’m alone, I chuckle, he seems to be afraid of being around Reyna. Diego and Enzo take turns hugging me, Enzo and Diego have the same personality, both jokers on the outside but fucking ruthless when need be. “So, seems you married the woman you always wanted to with you father’s blessing”, I see Enzo smirking, his word is aimed at my dad even thou his speaking to me. My dad pretends to not get the jibe and takes sips at his whiskey in his hand.

Jonas greeted Dad politely. "Good morning, hijo," he replied and continued going down. Dad stood powerfully in front of Jonas. He suddenly took my hand from Jonas'. It caught me off guard. "Are you my daughter's boyfriend?" Dad asked in a threatening voice. "Uhh," I held Jonas' eyes. He was utterly speechless. I nodded lightly to give him a hint. He turned to Dad and smiled amiably. "Yes, Mr. Reyes. I'm Etincelle's boyfriend."

Dadda is being extremely embarrassing right now. I hear the change in the notes, the transition to Perfect by Ed Sheeran and Dante steps forward, holding his hand out to my father. A sob escapes my Dadda and while the rest of the guests aww, I roll my eyes. He pulls me to a bone crushing hug, placing multiple kisses on my hairline before giving my hand to Dante. "I-" He starts but Dante cuts him off nodding. "She will be safe with me." His accent does not turn up. Phew, at least he promises my safety. We would have had a problem otherwise.

Kinks: Blindfolding, Dominance/Submission, Restraint, Rough Sex] Elena Morello had always lived in a world ruled by power and silence. Her father, Stephen, was a titan of real estate. His name was heard in penthouses and boardrooms. But everything collapsed the night Dante Crores appeared—a figure who tore through her father’s empire with cold focus. She had heard the rumors: Dante was ruthless, a man who commanded obedience without raising his voice. No one crossed him.

Papà was seated behind his desk in a room filled with men in black suits. Not one even one color. Just the boring black they wore everyday There were a few faces I were familiar with. Uncle Vittorrio and Cousin Antonio, others were strangers. And they were all looking at me. “Come, Aña,” my father ordered as he held out his hands for me. I let out a deep breath and walked to him “You wanted to speak with me?” “Yes. This is Santiano Ravazzani.” The man sat up from one of the chairs and I felt my heart skip a beat. He was handsome.

The futon creaked beneath them as he stroked her hair. “Twelve months,” he whispered. “You’re still my perfect cumslut. Still leaking for all three of them.” Emma rested her head against his chest, the collar still tight, the plug still buried deep, the fresh cum and milk and milk from the twins running down her thighs. The new tattoo glowed faintly on her lower back, the letters “Daddy’s Property” now permanent in feeling if not in ink. She whispered the words she knew he liked to hear, voice hoarse but clear. “Emma is yours. All three of them. Forever.”

"Yeah! He's worthy of our Miss Cecilia!" "I know, right? I hope they resolve whatever is going on between them so they can openly be with Miss Celeste." "It's sad to see Miss Celeste and her dad meeting in a park every day." "I agree..." The two continued to gossip as they looked after Celeste. They genuinely admired the handsome dad of Celeste. They could tell at a glance that he's not an ordinary person. Just from the quality of clothes and cars that he owns, he looks like he's in another league.

I grinned happily, pulling out his wrinkled cheeks like a little curious girl. "Happy new year, Aunt!" I beamed at my stepmom too before sliding in for a tight hug. She was looking so beautiful as always in her bold box black braid that was styled in an updo and a signature African-style gown with golden ornaments that were glistening against her deep dark brown skin. "Happy New Year, darling; good to see you again." She patted me on my back lovely, and I smiled warmly at her. "This isn't Jasper." The cranky voice of my dad gave out, squinting his eyes curiously at Vince, who was standing beside the couch, looking lost. So foolish of me to be taken away by my emotions, forgetting a full-grow

Zavian brushes his lips against my forehead. “I love you,” I whisper into the small space between us. “We love you,” Caspian answers. Zavian’s voice is soft and certain. “Always.” I close my eyes and let the weight of their bodies and the warmth of their hands ground me completely. The twins shift again beneath my skin. One of the men, I cannot tell which, spreads his fingers more protectively over the place where the movement was strongest. This is our family. Built in love. Kept in safety.

Dara finished what she was doing and made notes on her tablet and said something to Marcus about hydration that he nodded at without fully listening to, and then she slipped out and it was just the two of us. He looked better than I’d expected. Better than what Agnes had cautiously described. The colour was there, the alertness was there, and while he was still careful in his movements there was something in his face that hadn’t been there before all of this. Something settled. “My dad? Haven’t seen him up.” “Your father is fine,” I said, before he could ask. “He’s dealing with something this morning but he’s fine.” “What kind of something?” “The kind he’ll tell you about when he returns, bu