#and id be saying all this to daddy if i could but hes sleeping and i need to let him sleep

[peachyykira]

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[quarterlifekitty]

Desperate times

A sequel to this post and poll. Started feeling a little jigsaw-y…. Decided that I wanted to continue this post— what would it be like if their methods didn’t work? If they had to up the ante?

The top two winners of the poll won’t have to find out, because they’re getting you back! The rest? Well…

cw: dubcon/noncon, stalking, unhealthy relationships, somno, daddy kink stuff, intox, violence, baby trapping, and more stuff I don’t really know how to describe lol

❌Gaz is making a spectacle. Formulating the ultimate romantic gesture— a in a public place. He’s used your family and friends to lure you there on their invitation. Can’t you see how all of them want you to take him back? Look at him, on his knee in the middle of the botanical garden, promising to be better for you if you’ll just give him another chance. They’re all waiting on your response. Come on, luv, just give them what they want.

❌Soap is moving onto step 2, and that’s getting you drunk. Not so hard when you and your friends go to an upscale bar. He conveniently runs quite late meeting the 141 there, so to you and your friends, there’s just a handsome group of strangers sending some pretty girls free drinks. And everyone knows the girly drinks have the highest percentages. The rest of the gang will pick off your friends (payment for doing him this favor) and he’ll be ready to swoop in and take you home. Aren’t you lucky he was there? Just let him get you into bed. Ach, he really shouldn’t leave you alone in this state… best stay the night. A bit of advice? Don’t squirm when he gets to work— reminding you of the good times.

❌Ghost keeps it going strong with the scary voicemails. And they keep getting worse. The grunting, and threats, the desperation coating his voice. Not nice to keep your man waiting, birdie. They’re followed by photos. Printed out physically, slipped in your mail slot or under your door, bare. No envelope, no address or signature. All dated with black sharpie, all recent. You looking both ways, getting ready to cross the street. Changing out of your work clothes when you get home. His gloved thumb gently brushing your lip while you’re sleeping. His cum on your toothbrush. That one is dated as two weeks old. Just let him back into your life, birdie.

⭕️ Price feels his heart sing when he sees your name on the caller id. He gives the perfect, respectful response. It’s good to hear from you. Is everything alright? When he agrees to meet up with you, he doesn’t let it show how eagerly he’s been waiting for the chance. Tells you that you look good. Life must’ve been treating you well since he last saw you. He seems so genuinely pleased for you… He almost lets his calculated restraint slip when you say you’d like to give things another go. Asks if you’re sure. If he were being honest, in his eyes, things never ended. This was just a rough patch. But he’s glad you’ve come around to seeing it his way. He’ll have you moved back in by the end of the month, swollen with his kid by the end of the next. It’ll weigh you down, make it easier for him to slip the ring on.

⭕️ Honest to god, König sees the halo glow behind your crown when you meet up with him, and agree to a second chance. He promises that he’ll be better— you won’t want for anything, he’ll be so good for you. He’s acting like you’ve agreed to marry him. Maybe because in his mind, you have. That’s inevitable, seeing as he’s never going to lose you again.

❌ Nikolai starts getting a lot less… clean with your potential paramours. Gone are the bribes, the simple threats and ghosting— in are the bloody heaps of men that are just alive enough to twitch. This could all stop. Just be his good girl again, come back to your ivory tower. Papochka won’t be upset, he’ll just be glad to have you home. His patience for you is endless, but for the rest of the world? Well, do you really want to find out?

[star-dust-stuf]

Albert Shaw x fem!reader

title: go ahead and cry little girl

warnings: none, pure rotting fluff

a/n: yes! another one, as always this has nothing to do with sex or abuse. listen to the song daddy issues by the neighborhood. sorry for typos, with love!

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He left the basement door unlocked. He wanted me to play the game because if I didn't he wouldnt want to keep me here and I wanted to stay, stay with him. So I had no choice but to play and I never really knew how far I was able to go, once I made it up the steps it wasn't so hard because I've done it before, but I really didn't want to leave. 

But this time was different, I saw him in a chair in the kitchen, facing the steps to the basement, he was sleeping, his soft snoring. I didn't want to play this game at all, at all. I knew if I didn't hed force me to leave. He wouldn't kill me believe it or not because he knew id rather die that leave him. He knew I wouldn't tell a soul. 

I was barefoot, in the nightgown he gave me. The time floor was cold, he had his shoes on, he was definitely ready for something. I got close to him and tilted my head at him, he had his mask on like always but I could see his eyes were closed.

The back door was right there and I aprouched it, it was locked so when I unlocked it made a loud click and my fight or flight kicked in and I ran out that door. I didn't know if he woke but he did, he was in a shock but he didn't hesitate to get his van from his garage and chase me down the block. 

I was running, the cold night wind hitting my face and my hair. My feet hitting the hard pavement, what am I supposed to do? Would it be reasonable to scream for help? No. But what am I supposed to do? 

He stopped his van and got out as fast as he could, he ran after me. He took me down on the hard ground, on the wet grass, I cried out in pain and he immediately covered my mouth as a porch light turned on from across the street, he whispered in my ear, his voice was rough and mean sounding. "Say one word..."

I was breathing heavily, I couldn't help it. The adrenaline i felt to the tension made me start to cry, he felt bad for this and he felt he was being unreasonable. He put his lips to the side of my head and kissed me gently. "Hush." He said softly. 

His arm that was around my torso, I put my hands and gripped him a little, he kept whispering in my ear and trying to keep me from making any noises, which he knew I wouldn't do it intentionally. "Shh, shh, shh." 

He kissed my cheek, and when that porch light turned off he looked around for a second then lifted me over his shoulder, I didnt really know what to do, but I couldnt do anything or maybe I just didn't want to. He put me in the back of his van and I could tell he was angry by the way he slammed the door. 

We got back to his home, he carried me down to the basement and set me on the bed, tossing my gentle. He was breathing heavily, his fists clenched and his eyes narrowed to me. "Why would you do that... To me?" 

His voice was heavy, dark, his chest rising and falling with every breath. "I thought if i-." I tear up. "If I didn't try to... Escape, you wouldn't let me stay..." 

His breathing slowed, it was more calm and his eyes soften. "I was so scared... You didnt want to stay with me, you didn't want to be loved by me." 

I look at him, tears falling down my cheeks. "No, Albert. I thought if I didn't play that game you'd hurt me." 

Albert looked at me, his blue eyes shining in the dim light. "You dont listen. Bunny, I've told you. In any way you think i'd hurt you, is that fear I want you to let go of. I will never do something so terrible to you, the mere thought of trying to hurt you... To touch you. It's sickening." 

He scowled softly at me as he sat on the mattress, he strokes my cheek with his thumb and wiped the tears. "You don't have to think you have to hurt yourself to stay with me, that would be the opposite of why I took you." 

My tears grew heavy he saw this and without hesitation he pulled me tight to his chest. He put gentle pressure on my back and whispered in my ears, in a lullaby like tone. "I'm right here. And leaving is the only way you'll get away from me, and will never let anyone take you away from me."

[wherenymphsroam]

don’t say it’s unholy, if I let you come hold me (pt 1)

⟡ -- leon finds you drowning your grief in the back of a bar just outside of town. but don't worry, he won't blow your cover.

w/c: 2.1k

warnings: themes of coping with grief and depression, implied underage drinking and unhealthy coping mechanisms, vendetta leon, leon is just a wee bit morally grey here just due to the point in his life this is staged during, no sex but explicit language, leon is readers dad's coworker/friend, angst - eventual sex

a/n: okay, I've been sitting on this baby for a hot minute just because of how self indulgent it is iaqhdsiuwsjih. I wanted to make this longer before I released it, but I think I'm going to just continue this in parts (and even then, don't hold me to that lol judgwiuhd !!). again, please heed warnings, and if you are uncomfortable with any themes presented, please just don't read!

playlist: unholy (hey violet), disconnect (she wants revenge), discipline (nine inch nails), paralyzer (finger eleven)

You shouldn’t be here.

By all legal and ethical means, morality aside, you should be at the library, studying for a final you know damn well you won’t be passing. Or better yet, at home. Maybe poured over a mug of tea, that blend your mom has made you since you were a kid. Some shitty romcom playing in the background, ignored as you doze off surrounded by papers, scattered around the dining table like any other honorable, dutiful college student. Not some… dingy, shithole bar outside the parameters of your hometown.

(One you know your dad doesn’t frequent with colleagues. One you know is just outside the radius of people that would see you here, know you enough to know you shouldn’t be here.)

Maybe you would be back home right now, studying until you felt like your brain was going to melt out of your ears, if not for what happened. The “would’ve” “could’ve” and “should’ve”s are stacked high in your brain, like a mountain of now unattainable possibilities laid bare, slain by the events of recent nights. Something so chilling, so bone shattering and brain dissolving you just can’t manage to wrap your head around it. 

‘Shock’, right? 

That was the operative term for the numbness that has recently buzzed dully in your limbs, the heaviness of your own weight whenever you roll out of bed every day. The term itself is thrown around so flippantly, so easily outside the walls of a hospital, a clinic. General medical common knowledge be damned, everyone knows what shock is.

'Shock' is being betrayed by your child who marries someone of the same gender, rendering you and your paper thin beliefs meaningless. Generations passed down worth of indoctrination gone moot by one, unholy union. It’s coming home and finding your husband in bed with another woman, that blonde bitch at his front desk. The one he told you not to worry about? Yeah, that one. 

It’s the unspeakable, the unimaginable striking. It’s blinding, horrid in how it leaves you.. Empty. You’re compelled to apologize for its effects on your nervous system.

Sorry guys, I promise I’m sad. I know I don’t look it, I’m taking it out on all this- shit lying around. I’ve been meaning to throw this out for ages you know. Guess I finally have a reason now, huh? No, I don’t know how much sleep I’ve gotten the past week, it’s probably fine. I’m fine, don’t worry about me. That’ll make me feel worse. Now, if you would, let me go finish my manic episode in peace, will you-?

Could you blame this too as to why you finally dug out that fake ID your friends coerced you into agreeing to?

This wasn’t like you, not one bit. I mean, really, sitting in the back of some gnarly bar, surrounded with the sorts of people Daddy always warned you about? The sorts of people that only came out after dark, that hung around till dawn when they would then go back to dwell in whatever crevice of the city they called home until dusk? Maybe this was moms genes catching up with you – the predisposed ones you always knew would come to bite you in the ass. Maybe you should go check your eyes, don’t people's pupils dilate when they’re manic? “Crazy eyes'' those people on Tiktok would call them, right? 

“Unwidin’, huh?”

His voice calls through the air between you like he might’ve well been standing yards away. It takes you a moment longer than maybe appropriate to track his distance, his place at your side at the bartop. Glancing over, you first get a look at his hand, gesturing to the drink in front of you, the cigarette dangling between your fingers. The one that was currently beginning to slip in your weakened grip, speaking of. 

They’re long, nimble. Broad hands, worn at the tips, smooth along the meat of his palms. Even under the hazy atmosphere surrounding you, you can make out the glint of the watch up his sleeve – probably expensive, if the quality of the leather of his jacket sleeve has anything to say about it. Look at you. Even buzzed like this, you were spotting the finer details. A daddy’s girl with daddy’s tolerance.

Despite yourself, you nod numbly, head heavy on the bracket of your neck. A sign directly arguing with the idea of your tolerance – or rather, lack thereof – but it can't be as noticeable as your brain is attempting to trick you into believing, right?

Leon settles into the stool next to you, and you don’t so much as cast him a proper glance. Maybe that’s why he finds himself sitting down. You looked out of place, like a damn kicked puppy with your head drowning in a few shots worth in the back of this bar. It was a wonder no one else had approached you up till this point, especially given the time of night. It was hard not to feel like your guardian angel. 

“We both know this ain’t the healthiest way to do it.” He says as he flags the bartender down.

Touche, mystery man. 

Well, alright. Technically you knew the guy. You vaguely recognized him as one of Dad’s colleagues through the haze of your buzz. It was too sweet to interrupt, you find yourself completely unfazed in the face of the inevitable consequences that would come from your fathers colleague finding you here.

If anything, you couldn’t complain.

His voice was nice. Beyond “nice” actually. If you were any more wasted, you’d take him for a certain type of actor. More specifically, the ones you listen to late at night. The ones that speak to you behind pseudonyms and expensive microphones, nestled into crevices of the internet any mentally stable person wouldn’t dream of wandering into.  

You know better than to entertain that thought for more than a few seconds, even despite the dregs of nicotine floating through your blood coaxing you towards such a mental image. 

Finally, you brave a glance over your shoulder at him. He’s pretty. Real pretty. How are you only just noticing how sharp his eyes are? They look darker under this bar's lighting, that typically professional, almost playful glint in his gaze nowhere to be found. It had been a few years since you’d last seen him… maybe it was age finally starting to jade him.

Not that you knew the specifics. He was easily older than you by a decade and some change. And clearly all too happy to bypass all niceties in this situation. Damn. Did you look that bad? He was pretty enough to be an angel, but that didn’t mean he had to act like one. Maybe he felt bad for you. Maybe he had a better head sitting on his shoulders than a better half of the people in here. 

A huff of soft breath leaves through your nose, tendrils of smoke swirling out of your system with the action. Shaking your head, you dip it, taking another long drag from your quickly burning cigarette, an excuse to try and string together some sort of response that won’t make an ass out of you. Or actually, anything that didn’t scream “you’re hot and I don’t know how to conduct myself around good natured, attractive men” would do just fine. Those damn eyes of his… it was a mistake, letting your gazes lock. His eyes alone were enough to make your stomach flip. 

“Well,” you mutter, not daring to look back at him. “This is better than my plan b for the night.” 

You don’t so much as flinch when the bartender comes over, taking an order he murmurs in a tone you want spoken against the shell of your ear from behind. Your periphery catches the actions of the bartender pouring his order into a short glass, bronze in color.

Whiskey. Of course.

Reaching for the middle of the table, you stub your cigarette in a conveniently placed ashtray. Sure, you were a little fucked up in a way you’ve never been before tonight, but you had manners. 

Meanwhile, Leon is doing what he does best. Observing. He tries his best not to make it obvious how he watches your hand wobbles when you lift it. He watched the subtle change in your expression when he called to you, how your head bobbed when he sat down. Anyone else would be paying attention to how quickly you recoiled with the action, as if self conscious of your dragged reaction time. However, he had spotted the tension in your slouched shoulders. A reaction rooted in self preservation, a fear of judgment. It was enough to tell him just how many shots you probably had in your system. 

He was no stranger to girls like you, ‘situations’ such as the one he was currently sitting next to.

It was a familiar, cliche dance – the unspoken, drowning struggles of a near stranger on display, insecurities risen to the surface like hemorrhaged blood under thinned skin. It was written all over you. You were scrappy, worn paper, and he was the storm settling overhead. Baring your weariness and struggle and strife to his blind eye, painting you transparent. He could see right through you. You were running from something. Likely attempting to drown, bury it somewhere deep if not for just a night or so. 

“‘Plan B’?” he questions, tone calm, even almost lighthearted. It betrays his sharp gaze, perceptive and on guard as ever. As if he were approaching an injured doe in the wild. Not that he’s done much hunting lately. He’s found that meat off the streets bleeds more freely than the skin of doe’s and rabbits does in present times. 

A wry smile tugs at your lips, almost as if you figured he’d press the topic. It was already too much to ask that he didn’t mention your connection to his coworker, how Leon knew you were definitely not supposed to be somewhere like this, and he had managed to uphold that silent prayer.

Maybe your otherwise handicapped condition was blurring whatever lines that stood between you right now, the lines that constructed what he should be doing, finding you here without a legitimate ID.  He should be outing you to the bartender, dragging you out of this place by the scruff of your neck with your dad dialed into his phone.

He shouldn’t be… entertaining you, right? Could you go so far as to call his complacent presence.. Encouragement?

Taking a seat beside you, joining you in your mission to drown your ache, your pain. Keeping you calm under his gaze, as if a sedative rolled off him in gentle waves. His throat bobs around his sip of whiskey, and you can’t help how your gaze lingers on the action. 

“Plan B consisted of finding someone to fuck me into next week,” you mutter dryly, as if the admission of your half hearted ‘plans’ for tonight left a sour taste in even your mouth. It wasn’t who you were. This wasn’t what you did. For fucks sake, you weren’t even supposed to have gotten this far, knee deep in an actively self destructive decision. But life sure did have one hell of a way of knocking you one hundred eighty degrees in the other direction, didn’t it?

No. That’s an excuse. A shitty one, at that. It's an excuse you've heard your dad mutter under his breath when he slouches into the couch with a beer in hand.

This is a poor choice, and you knew this was a poor choice. And yet, that didn’t stop you from walking your happy ass into this bar, nose up and full of talked up confidence you poured into yourself in the parking lot. No amount of tugging and pulling and pleading your guilty conscience did on your brain would stop you, not this time. You knew that getting into an Uber to haul you outside the lines of town would seal your fate to the whims of this bar. How classy. 

If Leon was a worse man, he’d take your words at face value. (Or maybe he’s just damned with all that thorough training he’s been rung through. It’s practically impossible not to read people nowadays. Even alcohol has ceased to debilitate him of this begrudgingly equipped set of skills that was all but pummeled into him.) 

His gaze wavers. Flickers, almost with a wash of amusement for a moment. You were trying oh so hard, taking that clipped, short tone with him, all but puffing your chest with this aura of  mental toughness you likely wanted to think you had. It was cute, really. But oh, the lacing of desperation in your tone... The sweet vulnerability in your breath… every hairline fracture your already cracking front is bleeding. 

He doesn’t have to be a bloodhound to want to dig for more. He just can’t help himself. 

thank you for reading! I have emergency commissions open, so if you enjoyed this piece, please consider taking a look at my menu or rb’ing :^)

[dairyfreenugget]

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Doodles!! Daddy issues central up in here

I'm SO happy with the 3rd picture. I imagine it happens in one of the family therapy sessions or one of the many rough and painful conversations the two had after reconnecting. It's a bumpy road, but PK is trying his best

ID start: A doodle page featuring The Pale King and The Pure Vessel from Hollow Knight, with the two first pictures featuring them as humans and the last two as bugs. In the first picture, the Pale King is holding Pure Vessel - who is wrapped in a blanket - close to his chest on the bed, holding his hand on their head as they tuck their head under his chin with eyes closed tight. In the second picture, the Pale King is now hugging them tightly, wrapping all four of his arms and his tail around them and pressing a kiss on top of their head as they fully burry their face into his chest. In the third drawing, the Pale King is looking down at the young vessel, who is sprawled out on the table and looks up at him questionably. He's holding his chin in his fingers as he ponders that they look like a tuber, with a transparent photo of a potato above his head. In the last picture, the Paale King looks awkward as he holds the vessel upside down, asking, "How do I hold this?" They don't seem to mind the position, simply staring ahead with a blank expression. End ID.

ID start: A doodle page of the Pale King and Pure Vessel from Hollow Knight as humans. In the first picture, the Pale King is holding the Pure Vessel's face just off-screen, where you can see their silhouette. He's smiling at them with tears in his eyes as he speaks, "I— I care for you so much, kid..." In the second picture, the Pure Vessel is crying, their nose scrunches and lips quiver as they try in vain to hold back their tears as they lean into his touch, grabbing one of his hands with their own. He wipes a tear off their cheek with his thumb as he continues to speak, "More than you could ever imagine." In the last picture, he pulls them in close into a tight hug. They grip onto his sleeve as he holds them, one hand on their head and his lips pressed against their forehead as they both cry and the Pale King speaks; "...I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I love you..." The text in "I love you" is bigger, emphasising that part of the sentence. End ID.

ID start: A doodle page of the Pale King and Pure Vessel from Hollow Knight. The Pale King is lying down, curled up into a tight ball around the baby vessel barely visible behind his tail as they both sleep. In the next picture, the Pale King is in the same position, except now the teen and much bigger Pure Vessel still tries to lay with him. They're compressed at an odd angle with their head resting on top of their father's, and one of their arms slung around his neck. The Pale King has one eye open and looks displeased. End ID.

ID start: Continuation of the previous doodle page. The Pure Vessel, now completely grown and wearing their armour, towers over their father as they look down sadly at him. He's lying down, curled into a ball, and holding a pillow as he glares up at them, replying to their sad face with a short "No." In the next picture, we see a closeup of the two as the Pure Vessel lowers their head really close to their father's, looking at him with big wet eyes. He looks annoyed as he sighs heavily. End ID.

ID start: A doodle page of the Pure Vessel and Pale King from Hollow Knight. In the first picture, the Pale King is holding baby Pure Vessel in his arms, saying, "You're pretty cute..." as he looks down at them. In the second picture, the Pale King is holding his, now grown, child close to his chest, hugging them tightly as they grip onto him and burry their face in his chest. The Pure Vessel is also wrapped in a blanket. In the last picture, the Pale King is holding Pure Vessel's face, pressing his forehead against theirs with a smile as he says, "Oh, you've gotten so big. Where did all this time go? What happened to my lil tuber?" End ID.

[ladykailitha]

How I would do a sugar daddy/sugar baby AU. (I hope this doesn't awaken anything in me *side eyes the omegaverse*)

I've seen this well done in this fandom, I'm not saying I haven't, but of the ones I've seen they tend to be omegaverse or mafia/shady sugar daddy.

And I want thirty year old rockstar!Eddie with twink Steve. I said what I said. I think we forget that for the most part Steve isn't beefy. When he's "bulked" up, it's his clothing (Eddie's vest) or its his thighs that are "thicc". But Steve (Joe Kerry in particular out of the role) is thin.

So we have rockstar!Eddie with Corroded Coffin touring the country and doing a couple of dive bars because that's where they got their start and hitting up The Hideout, because again that's where they got their start.

Steve, who recently got kicked out of his parents house because he came out with liking men (gay, pan, bi don't care) and lost his job because again with the liking men thing (small town homophobia for the loss!)

So with his last twenty dollars, he decides to hit up on the local bar and drink away his troubles and maybe even get laid for a warm place to sleep tonight.

He gets dressed in his sluttiest clothes. Crop top, cut off booty shorts, sparkly blue sneaks.

Only he shows up on the night that Corroded Coffin is playing. After paying what he thought was a stiff cover charge (was actually a ticket to see the show) he gets in. He has less money than he hoped but he can only hope that someone is willing to buy him drinks.

He settles in next to the bar and realizes his mistake. The rest of the patrons are dressed in metal gear. Leather, black denim, and lots of chains. Steve doesn't just stick out, he sticks out like a prep in a metal concert.

But he can't afford to go anywhere else, and hopes he doesn't get too harassed tonight. So he keeps he head down and hopes of the best.

Only what he doesn't know is that he has caught the eye of the frontman and lead singer of Corroded Coffin, Eddie Munson. The fact that Steve stands out isn't a detriment, it's a perk.

He wants to find out everything about this boy who stumbled into his enclosure.

The rest of the band is rolling their eyes.

Eddie sends out one of the PAs to make sure that all of Steve's drinks go on Eddie's tab and spends the whole concert watching this guy.

After the concert Eddie sidles up to him and they get to talking. Immediately he picks up that Steve is not old enough to be there. So now he's worried he's under age.

They head out for a smoke and Steve admits that he's not twenty-five like the fake ID says, but nineteen. He shows Eddie his real ID as proof and Eddie is relieved.

They start making out and Eddie takes him to his hotel room to have sex.

In the morning, Eddie asks if he can take him home and Steve starts sobbing. He tells him about his shitty day with shitty parents and shitty boss.

And Eddie's bleeding heart immediately goes out to him and tells him to stay at the hotel for as long as he needs, order room service. Just no booze.

Steve pouts at that but agrees. That as long he stays at the hotel he won't buy booze on Eddie's dime.

Eddie gives Steve his phone number if he needs anything. He transfers the hotel room over to Steve's name, gives him a sultry kiss goodbye and leaves to finish his tour.

Steve doesn't have anywhere else to go and is not willing to look a gift horse in the mouth, so he stays at the hotel. He gets to spend time in the luxurious bathroom with it's fancy shampoos and conditioners and hot tub like bath.

He finds that Eddie keeps sending him clothes and jewelry and suddenly the rich life style that he had with his parents pales in comparison to the extravagant lifestyle Eddie is providing for him.

Through all this Steve is still looking for a job as he doesn't want to overstay his welcome. But news hadn't gotten around town that he was gay and even people he thought he could trust are telling him that they can't hire him.

Eventually he gives up. He talks to Eddie all the time and whenever he feels discouraged Eddie will send him something pretty to cheer him up.

Finally Steve catches the fairy that had been leaving things in his hotel room when he's in the shower or out on the town.

Her name is Robin Buckley and she's a summer intern. Her uncle knew a guy who knew a guy that got her the job. She actually loves it, but she has one more year of high school and her parents won't let her drop out to be a PA for a rockstar.

They're concerned that he'll take advantage of her. Robin thinks it's funny because she's gay. Steve thinks it's funny because Eddie's gay and not into under eighteen year olds.

He tells her his story and over the summer they become best friends. Robin had heard that the Harrington boy had run off so imagine her surprise when Eddie's management had her deliver things to his hotel room. Staying in a hotel room in Hawkins is hardly running away.

Eddie comes back and just continues to throw money and gifts at Steve but doesn't ask for sex again. It's not until Steve tells him that he didn't fuck Eddie for his money or even for a warm bed at that point when he went back to the hotel with him, it was because Eddie cared. And god was that sexy as hell.

When Robin graduates Eddie hires her to be Steve's PA and the pair of them get to travel the world with the band as besties.

ETA: Story here.

[itwdoris]

may I suggest a dada for ur consideration? not for writing cause id feel bad to ask, but more so for you to like look at and see if you like his vibe? I’d love to get you on the dada!Cap Price train berhaps…😊😳👉👈

It’s Captain John Price from the COD Modern Warfare (2019 onwards, the rebooted series)

He has been my BRAINROT for the past few months honest, he fits the dada vibes so fucking well. In my opinion/fantasy of course lol.

Big muscular hairy man who’s naturally in a position of leading a team, cares for them like a family, gruff but ruthlessly caring towards his own like GAAAH sir you’ve captured my silly little heart. I am not alone in the fandom who also feel like this man radiates Daddy/Dada energy. I think he’s so fucking hot, it’s painful my gosh. 98% of my thoughts are of him, thoroughly obsessed

I totally get that’s it’s not a fandom you’re in (I assume??) but I’m always just like a silly little creature showing you my favorite shiny rock like … look look how shiny how pretty … my most favorite … love this rock!! want to share/show my rock to friends !!

I would be happy to yap bout him (and him in regards to smut scenarios…) maybe if you ever have interest in him 🤝 if not totally cool too!

take care of yourself!! xoxox 🩷🩷🩷🩷

— tigeri 🐅

price turned to you, sitting at the table looking so far away, he wondered where your mind was, bringing the spoon slowly to your mouth to chew a little more. you heard footsteps coming towards you, turning your face up to look at him, but you didn't have to, because he pulled out a chair and sat down right in front of you, almost at eye level, with his gaze fixed on you.

far? – the slurred voice sounded, and your eyes kept looking at him the same way, almost needy. he smiled lightly, bringing his hand up to your head to stroke your hair, slipping it down to touch your cheek, fingers hold your face up. – if you need help, maybe you can ask. – he came closer, standing on the edge of the chair to lean over and sniff your forehead, leaving a light seal, just as he did on your lips. – as i said, all good.

you sighed as you felt his beard tickling your face, eyebrows arching slightly each time his touch tightened, you only had to move a little for him to notice it, to grab you, firm hands holding your thighs and pulling you onto his lap. john spread his legs so that you could sit better, his hands running over your hair and face, down your shoulders. he whispers; – need help?

your brain was stuck in a thousand open tabs, but your lost eyes were enough for him, who pulled you into another kiss lightly, his strong arms wrapping around you so that you felt safe. which worked well, because you always did, even in the worst moments, or when you could barely move much or squeeze thanks to his injuries.

when he just touched you as if you were porcelain, but without the fear of calloused rough hands, when he pick you up and carry you around or even when he's just standing next to you, so silly looking at you while you talk about your shiny rocks. the way cared about you, the way he looked after you, how he washed your hair or let you have your say about his beard while doing it, how he put you to sleep next to him comfortably, how he caressed your knees every time he knelt down to talk to you when you was seated.

how he stretched you out at night; how gently hard he was, loving you until you gush and cry, not caring about the messes. or just how he often moved away to smoke his cigars, but never stopped you from getting closer, holding you against his hairy chest, soft.

so maybe the truth is that you don't even need to ask, you don't even need to signal, because he knows when you need him, and he'll be there, kinda laughing at something silly, stroking your hair, or even complaining about something stupid. admiring you, loving you, desiring you, taking care of you.

you can feel the breath of his nose against your cheek, bringing your hands up to his face to caress him, a silently thanking. he sighed softly, looking at your lips quickly, then leaning to take the plate from the table, filling the spoon, taking it to your mouth.

i think i tried (◞ ◟) i didn't know him so i just quickly read the wiki and found a compilation on youtube that made me damn! full daddy meal with a moustache. anyway- didn't do it too deeply in terms of dada content but just cuz i was enjoying it and didn't feel confident about changing.

but i hope you like it tigeri! <3 ( btw i was listening to daddy issues by the neighborhood while was writing because of the edit that stuck in my mind waaa

[cheesesoda]

Sweet Dreams

dad!leon x mom!fem!model!reader

not my gif^^

request: Hey sweetie, may i've a request for Leon Kennedy and female model hot reader.I wonder what Leon's home life is like with their s/o and daughter and son… or maybe two

requested by: @kawaistrawberry21

a/n: ty for the request !! i imagined this as infinite darkness leon, but you can picture it as whichever leon (it really doesn’t matter) !  i got a little carried away

key:

d/n - daughter’s name

m/n - middle name (if you don’t have one, ignore it)

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, a little angst

summary: leon loves his gorgeous wife and his adorable daughter.

cw: implication of reader having absent parents, reader worries about being a bad mom, id!leon gets that dinner he wanted <3 

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leon had made plans with his gorgeous wife to get dinner. they were supposed to meet back at home, and go, but leon just loved watching her do her job. 

“ok, a little to the left- yup, now lean into- yes! perfect!” the photographer commanded y/n. leon watched before his wife could noticed he was there. ‘my god, she’s so beautiful. how did i get this lucky?’ he thinks to himself, smiling subconsciously at the model. she notices he’s there and smiles brightly at him. “mrs. kennedy, lose the smile.” her manager growls. “fine..” she mutters and gives him a bored expression, to which he rolls his eyes. “alright, last one; hands on your chest- yeah, chin up- good, part your lips- yes!!” the photographer orders. “…and that’s a wrap!” 

y/n walks over to leon and gives him a kiss. “this is a nice surprise!” she smiled. “thought i’d pick you up before we leave.” he smiles back. leon’s smile was rare for everyone, but for you, it was his default expression around you. “and you just look so perfect, how could i pass up an opportunity to see my beautiful wife in action?” he says and you laugh. “y/n. m/n. kennedy. stunning as always! you were amazing today!” the photographer praises. “aw, thank you, paula, couldn’t have done it without you of course.” you give her a hug. “is this your husband?” she gasps. “yes, this is leon!” you grin proudly. he waves awkwardly and says hi (in true leon fashion). “damn, your husband’s fine too!” paula exclaims. “alright, see you tomorrow.” you sigh, hiding your laughs. “bye, y/n! nice to meet you, leon!” paula waves. “you too, paula.” he says and the two of you walk off, arms linked. 

“don’t you have to return that dress you were wearing?” leon asks as you both get in the car. “nope, perks of being a model.” you smile. 

you both make it home. “mommy and daddy are home!” your 6 year old daughter, d/n, squeals when she sees you, hugging you and leon’s legs. “hey sweetie! we missed you!” leon says as he lifts her up, perching her in his arms. your nanny, melissa, walks over to you and leon. “hi mr and mrs kennedy!” she greets you. you talk about d/n and work and tell melissa you’re going out for dinner tonight. “no problem!” melissa smiles and you and leon say goodbye to your daughter. “be good for miss melissa, okay my love?” you hug your daughter. “okay, mommy!” she says. you both say “i love you” and leave.

you get to the restaurant and talk about work and life and all that stuff (a/n: i’m lazy , sorry). 

you get home at about 7:45pm and see melissa on the couch, reading. she put d/n to sleep 15 minutes ago. “thank you, melissa. we’ll see you tomorrow.” leon thanks her and gives her her paycheck. melissa leaves and before you can even move, you hear the pitter patter of little feet come down the hall. “aren’t you supposed to be in bed, princess?” leon chuckles at his daughter. she makes grabby hands at his as to signal “pick me up”, so he does. “i wanted to wait for you and mommy to get home!” she pouted. “will you read me a story?” she asks. “of course.” he says and begins carrying her to her room. 

you and leon had both been gone more recently and you felt terrible. you had never wanted to be absent for your children. guilt washed over you. you make your way to d/n’s room and there’s leon reading her a story. d/n signals you to sit next to her on the bed by patting the spot on the left to her, leon already sitting on her right side. you sit down and cuddle her in your arms as you both listen to leon narrate the story. 

by the time he’s done, she’s fast asleep. “good night, princess. i love you so much.” leon whispers and kisses his daughter on the forehead softly. “night, sweetie. i hope you know how much i love you.” you lay her down and smile melancholically. you and leon tiptoe out of the room and make your way into your bedroom. 

he unzips your dress as he asks “what’s wrong?”. “we’ve been gone so much recently, i don’t want d/n to feel abandoned.” you sigh. “listen, my love, sometimes we have to work more times than others. you work your ass off and you still manage to be an amazing mother. we occasionally both get breaks, and we get to be with d/n more, but we have to work harder to get to those breaks.” leon reassures you. “i just- i never wanted to end up like my-“ you start, but leon interrupts you. “and you’re not. you’re not like them. you’re a fantastic parent.” he tells you. “thank you, honey. what would i do without you?” you sigh. “i know, right?” he replies sarcastically. 

you both finish getting changed into your pajamas and doing your night routine and get in bed. “thank you so much, y/n.” leon whispers, hugging you into his chest. “for what?” you respond. “i’m so lucky to have you and d/n. i don’t know what i did to deserve this.” he says. “you deserve happiness more than anyone, my love.” you cup his cheek. 

suddenly, you both hear a blood-curdling scream. leon jumps up so fast it almost gave you whiplash. he runs down the hall to d/n’s room and you follow close behind. there is d/n sitting in her bed, tears streaming down her face. “what’s wrong, baby?” you ask as you cradle her in your arms. leon checks the room for intruders, but there are none. “i- i had a n-nightmare… you and daddy were g-gone and i-“ she stutters through sobs before bursting into tears. “oh, i’m so sorry, baby.” you sympathize as you hug her closer, wanting to take away all her worries and fears. leon sits next to you and takes her softly from your arms. “mommy and i aren’t going anywhere, princess. i won’t let anyone hurt you. i promise.” he chokes, his eyes watering the smallest amount, but he’s quick to cover it up. she clings onto him and sobs more. “can i s-sleep in your bed tonight?” she sniffles. “of course, sweetie.” you smile.

leon carries her to your shared bedroom and lays her down between the two of you and you both cuddle her. “sweet dreams, princess.”

[prozacwhorehouse]

too good (lip gallagher x reader blurb)

where lip comes to you after fiona kicks him out because he got expelled 😔

This is so short I just needed it out of my drafts NEOW

no warnings, just swearing !! also not proofread so entirely my bad if it switches from you pronouns to she pronouns

“I’ll get it! Jesus!!” he can hear yelling and stomping from the other side of the door.

“what!-“ the door fully opens, but when she sees who’s on her porch, she quickly narrows the opening.

“lip? jesus, you can’t be here- my dad will fucking kill you,” you whispered, trying not to draw attention. you both knew you weren’t kidding either. he could kill lip.

“who is it?!” he hears her dad yell from another room. lip assumes right away that he’s drunk on the couch, watching the game show network. when isn’t he?

“just a ding-dong ditch,” she comes up with a lie, “they’re long gone now.”

“goddamn kids,” her father groans.

the girl raises her eyebrows as if to say ‘what?’

“i uh-“ he hesitates, knowing you’ll probably have the same reaction Fiona did. but he knows you won’t let him sleep out in the cold, “fiona kicked me out.”

“well what the fuck did you do?” she asks, not surprised. as kev never fails to remind him, lip is the dumbest genius they know.

“i didn’t do anything, i just- can i come inside? fuckin’ freezing out here.” he shoves his hands in his pockets and shrugs his shoulders, avoiding her gaze

she scoffs, “what the- no, you can’t come inside- my dad-“ “will kill me. i know. can I go to your window?” She pauses, gritting her teeth while debating. she can never say no to him after all. “ugh- fine.” she groans. “go around the back.” he gives an appreciative nod and smile, skipping down the porch to go round back to climb up the terrace to her window.

“im going to bed, daddy!” she yells, from half way up the carpeted stairs. he waves her off in response, eyes glued to Card Sharks.

when she reaches her bedroom, she shuts the door and quietly locks it. she makes a hushing motion, warning lip before she opens the window for him to climb in. his feet come down on the ground a little harder than they should have, and her eyes widen, glaring at him. they pause to listen for motion downstairs- nothing.

“sorry,” he whispers, placing his bag down on her floor, walking over to plop down on her bed.

“move,” she ushers him over, taking her place on the bed. he assumes the position he’ll never admit he loves, his head in her lap.

“seriously, lip. what the fuck.” she questions, lightly tapping his cheek.

“y’know that deal fiona and I made? that we’d both get our diplomas, and id go to college?” she nods, beginning to rub his cheek. “well, ya heard about that kid who threw the chair through the window today, right?” she nods again, brows furrowed processing. “that was me. i-“ he pauses to laugh, even though it isn’t funny, “got expelled today.” her thumb stops moving, and her lips part in shock. “are you fucking serious?” she asks, hoping to god he’s fucking with her. “yep. dead.” he stares up at her wall and then back at her. she only scoffs. “jesus. you know you’re really fucking stupid, as smart as you are.” she pushes his head off her lap and crosses her arms over her chest. “what?” he scoffs, lifting himself up onto his elbows. “you. are. a. fucking. idiot.” she annunciates every word.

“jesus- it’s not that big of a deal. why finish high school when there’s no future for me anyway?” he questions. she hates when he does this. he undermines his successes, when really, he has the brightest future ahead of him, if he just tried.

she smacks him upside the head. no hesitation.

“what the fuck!” “you’re the smartest fucking guy at our school lip. kids would KILL to have the opportunity you do, to go to college and get the hell out of Chicago. and you’re just throwing it all away.” she shakes her head in disappointment, which is worse than being mad at him, he thinks.

“well when you put it that way, i sound like a fucking asshole,” he rolls his eyes, settling back down on the bed.

“Fiona’s right. she always fucking is. so you can pick yourself up and fucking do something with your life, or you can sleep on the sidewalk.” you offer him the two options, and he thinks. he knows you’re right. it’s so easy to fight his sister on things like this, because they grew up with that sibling banter. but when you back her up, it gives him an outside opinion, which he knows is the right one.

“why do ya always have to put me in my place, huh?” he smiles, and nudges her thigh. she can’t help but smile and pull his head back into her lap.

“just doing my job. bringing you down from your high horse,” she laugh, threading your fingers through his hair. it doesn’t last long before he’s moving up on the bed, pulling her to him, connecting lips.

“you’re too fucking good,” he smiles, kissing her again.

“know your worth, Gallagher.”

[haroldthehuckleberry]

Pregnant boy-toy part 2/3

cw: mpreg, sex, controlling language, speed pregnancy

we sat and spoke for a few hours about the baby but i couldnt take my mind off how fucking sexy he was, i dont know if its the hormones but his physique and just everything was sending me wild, luckily my mountain belly was hiding my rock-hard cock in my sweatpants. the same couldnt be said for him… his massive member was clearly solid in his tight jock strap, he moved on to the couch next to me and my cock and cunt only twitched for him more.

his massive hands rested on my belly that dwarfed the tanned, veined beauties on the end of his wrists, his right hand slipped my tight vest up over my mountain-belly letting every inch of its tight skin breathe meanwhile his left hand glided up and down my thigh as my cock twitched and my cunt pulsed for him. suddenly i looked at myself and realised how much id changed, normally no man could drive me crazy enough to want him this much but its true- i needed him. i needed to please him. a whimper of a moan slipped out my lips followed by his gruff voice saying “good boy” to sooth me, those goddamn words that pissed me off to no-end only months ago are now ruling me those two words nearly made me cum on the spot when he say this though he wasn’t impressed

“tut tut, no slut of mine cums before i allow it” he bellowed as he pinched my sensitive swollen nipple causing me to moan again and drizzle a little milk for the first time “s-s-sorry” i whimpered in hopes hed allow me to cum, “sorry *what*” he said assertively “sorry d-d-daddy” i mutter half ashamed at how far id fallen for this God-like man and half so turned on it was starting to hurt my cock, “what a good little slut” he grinned as he pulled me up by my back and escorted me upstairs…

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i lost count of how many times he came on my stomach of mass proportion but i was still not allowed. and i loved it. to think only jours ago i would have scoffed and rolled my eyes over being used like a machine but this is what i needed this whole time, i needed this man to control me. i assumed after i was finally allowed to cum i would leave and later plan the babies up-bringing but my daddy had different plans…

after another few hours of not cuming daddy finally let me and it exploded all over my belly-base as my cunt twitched and throbbed while his cock was being pulled out, i felt his spawn and his cum sloshing around inside me, i was full. maximum capacity. i didnt think my belly could get bigger when i arrived but it clearly has, i cant even sit up and i know daddy will only punish me if i ask for help so instead i ask permission to fall asleep, he grants me it before he gets me to suck him off one last time, i must obey.

after a great night sleep i expected to wake up to a slightly deflated belly as i assumed the cum would have been absorbed or whatever but no… my belly was EVEN bigger again my skin was so tight it looked nearly see through i looked about 18 months pregnant!! “WHAT THE FUCK!!” i screamed “shut it slut!” daddy shouted back twisting my pecs that had also swollen more over night, this pain added to the sight and feel of my belly immediately made my cock and cunt stand at attention ready for anything daddy wants me to do “p-p-please explain daddy” i beg trying not to make it obvious im ready for him whenever he wants me, “ you see,” he growls “my cum isnt like any other, i can get you pregnant no matter how far along you already are, and my spawn tend to grow bigger than the average” he puts his hand assertively on my globe of a stomach “normally my sluts come to me only a few months in so i have more time to utilise their breed-able bodies but you where naughty, you came to me late. so for this, i must teach you a lesson”

authors note:

thank you so much for the love on part one! i hope you enjoy this part too i have a rough plan for maybe one more part so unless i get an amazing idea there will probably be one more part to this series!

[punkette1026]

Mistaken Identity

Summary:

Joel goes to pick up his son from school only to be mistaken for someone else and makes him question his future.

Had a dream about this the other night. It was way steamer but decided to make it a cute fluff.

Please let me know what you think!

Warnings: Fluff, pregnancy, family

Baby Moon Series

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Joel sighed, tapping his steering wheel impatiently as he waited for the school bell to ring. Today was a special day as he got to pick up his five-year-old son from kindergarten. Normally you were in charge of the school pick up and drop offs, but you were feeling under the weather today and had called your husband who was out running errands to see if he could swing by the school and pick up Benny on his way home.

It’s not that Joel never wanted to pick him up or neglected to help out with the kids and school, but ever since his contracting company got asked to help with a major project in town, Joel had been extremely busy especially during the school week. He was always gone by the time Benny and Sarah had gotten up for school and ended getting home way past dinner time. Luckily for him, Sarah, who was now finishing middle school, was still up either getting ready for bed or finishing up her homework, so he got to spend some time catching up with her. However, with Benny, all Joel was able to do was kiss the little boy’s head and sit there on his bed and watch him sleep for a while. Which always led Joel to feel guilty about neglecting his son and threaten to quit the project so he could be home with him more. Per usual, you would talk Joel off the ledge and remind him that there was always the weekend, and that Benny would understand as he got older, that Joel was doing what he had to do in order to give him the best life possible. So needless to say, when Joel had moments like this to spend time with him, he took every opportunity he could.

It was now 12:30pm and like clockwork, teachers began to walk the younger kids out of the school to their designated pick-up spots. Quickly getting out of his truck, Joel made his way to the tree where Benny’s class usually gathered. He felt awkward standing there with a bunch of parents that he may have only met a time or two when he took Benny to birthday parties. However, as his eyes scanned the sea of kids, he spotted the dark bouncing curls of his son. It amazed him how much his son looked like him. Benny was practically his clone and he loved it. What he didn’t like though was how Benny was currently holding a little girl’s hand as the teacher lined them up. His son was too young to be holding a girl’s hands and he made a note to ask you about that later.

One by one each student was released to their respective parents until it was Joel’s turn. As school protocol, Joel took out his ID and handed it to a teacher that he hadn’t met before. He assumed that she was new, “Hi, I’m here for Benny Miller.”

“Benny Miller huh? Normally his mom picks him up. Are you his grandpa or something?” the red head asked him as she read over his ID.

Joel stood there stunned. That was a new one for him. Normally his age would come into play when he was around you as he was fifteen years older than you and people tend to not mind their own business and would ask you questions, but never had anyone mistaken him for anyone other than Benny’s father. “No, I ain’t his grandfather. “I’m his father,” Joel snapped and swiped his ID back.

“Oh Mr. Miller, I’m so sorry. I just…I didn’t mean it. I didn’t know Benny’s father was around. We…we never see you at school functions,” she stuttered. “B-Benny c’mon, your father’s here.”

Benny heard his name and his eyes lit up as he saw his father standing there waiting for him. “Daddy!” he screamed as he grabbed his Paw Patrol backpack and ran into his father’s arms. “Where’s mommy? Did she come too?”

“No buddy, mommy ain’t feeling well so she asked me to pick you up today. Are you ready to go?” Joel asked squeezing his son tight.

“Yes daddy. Can we get chicken nuggets, I’m hungry.”

Joel laughed as that was another trait that Benny picked up from him, “Yeah bubba we can get some. Now say goodbye to your teacher, so we can go.”

“Bye Miss Tina!” Benny said waving his chubby hand at her.

The red head who was still trying to recover gave him a wave back, “Bye Benny have a good weekend and you too Mr. Miller. I-I’m so sorry again.” Joel said nothing and just walked away shaking his head with Benny still in his arms.

By the time they got to the car and Joel started to strap Benny in his car seat, the five-year-old was able to pick up that something was wrong. “Are you mad at me daddy?” he asked with his brown eyes starting to swell up with tears, “Am I in trouble?”

Joel felt his stomach drop. He didn’t mean to let his attitude upset his son. Not after seeing him so excited. “No bubba I’m not mad at you at all and you certainly aren’t in trouble. Someone said somethin mean to daddy and daddy didn’t like it. You have nothing to worry about, okay. How bout we go get those chicken nuggets you wanted and play in the play place before we go home to see mommy?”

“And then can we play trucks before nap time?”

“Yes, buddy we can play trucks all you want. Now let’s go.”

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By the time the Miller boys got home, it looked like nap time was going to be a lot sooner than planned. Joel pulled into the driveway and when he opened Benny’s door, the poor boy was dozing off with his new happy meal toy in his hand. Gently getting the boy out of the truck and grabbing everything else that he needed out, Joel made his way to the door where you were already waiting for them. “Oh, my sweet boy. Go put him down and I’ll put the stuff away,” you told him as you took the bags from Joel’s hand.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you doin anythin if you still aren’t feelin good,” he asked you with concern in his voice. He hated it when you didn’t feel well.

“Joel it’s just a bout of morning sickness that’s all. Baby girl and I feel way better now,” you caressed his cheek. “Now go and then you can tell me all about what little man and you got up to today that wore him out so much.”

Joel nodded and walked off in the direction of Benny’s room. After taking off his shoes and jacket, he then placed the small boy underneath the covers of his Paw Patrol bed before placing a kiss on his head. “Love you buddy.”

By the time he had returned to the living room, you were already back on the couch with everything put away in record time. You watched as he took off his own shoes and jacket, placing them by the door, before he made his way over to you on the couch. He sat down with a big heavy sigh and leaned back against the cushion with his eyes closed still without saying a word.

“Alright Miller spill. I know when the wheels are turning in your head. You were only gone for a few hours. Did something happen with work?” you asked concerned as you ran your hand through his graying hair.

He sat there for a while longer not saying anything. It was like he was trying to work it out in his mind. He then opened his eyes and turned to look at you and with the smallest voice asked, “Does my age ever bother you?”

“What, no why?” You looked at him in confusion and moved the blanket out of the way to get closer to him. You had this conversation a thousand times before and usually you would tell whoever it was that brought the topic up to fuck off and move on. You never let the comments get to you and never did Joel, until now. You could see the pain in his eyes as he rubbed the growing bump of your stomach.

“When I went to pick Benny up, there was this red headed teacher there that I ain’t seen before. She asked if I was Benny’s grandfather cause she didn’t know if he had a dad since I haven’t been around much. I don’t know which comment hurt more, bein mistaken for his grandfather or not being present in his life that much. I…I guess both since I sat there at the play place today watchin all the other kids play with their parent’s, but Benny had to go in by himself cause my back wouldn’t let me. Then watchin him run around made me realize how big he got in the last month. I just can’t help but feel guilty.”

You were taken back by Joel’s confession. Normally it took a damn near FBI interrogation to get him to open up to you, so seeing him open up so easily led you to believe this weighed heavily on his mind. “Oh, Joel baby, c’mere,” you called to him pulling him into your arms. You then wrapped your arms around him so he could rest his head on your chest. “I’m sorry that happened today baby, but you have nothing to worry about. That dumbass Tina should have known better to ask you that because I have told her countless of times and even this morning when I dropped Benny off that his father was going to be picking him up today. Even for the last school party I made sure to include you in the conversation with her when you couldn’t be there, so there isn’t an excuse for her not to think that you are in his life. I wear my wedding ring when I go pick up him for crying out loud. As for your age, I’m so tired of everyone bringing that up. Who cares if you are 35, 50 or even 80 for that matter. Your age means nothing to me. You are just as capable, if not more, of doing things guys younger could ever dream of. You have your own company which gives us a very comfortable life, you have two going three wonderful kids, and a wife that is very proud to call you, her husband. I don’t know any guy my age that can say they have all three of those things.”

“But…”

“But what Joel?”

Joel paused for a second and moved so he could look at you in the eyes, “I guess I’m just having a hard time realizing that I’m going to be 50 and have another baby on the way. I already have a hard time keeping up with Benny some days, how am I going to keep up with our little girl as gets older. Shit I’ll be nearing 70 by the time she is graduating high school and I may not even be around to see her get married or have children. What if… what if…”

“Joel breathe baby, breathe,” you encouraged him feeling that he had an anxiety attack coming. “Everything is going to be okay. We have plenty of time to think about that in the future. Our little girl isn’t even here yet. Let’s just try to focus on that before we get ahead of ourselves. Besides you are going to be just as capable of raising our little girl just as you are still capable of running around and playing with Benny.”

You watched as your husband try to process what you were saying. It took a minute or two, but it looked like your words sunk in because his breathing returned to normal, and he looked at you with clarity in his eyes. “Yeah, I guess you're right as usual darling,” he chuckled a little. “I guess I just let my mind wander a little too much. Today just made me realize how much I missed being around Benny and I know we've already talked about it, but I am going to cut back at the site a little more and work not so many long hours. Tommy and the guys are more than capable of handling things when I’m not there. Maybe we can even do that baby moon thing you wanted to do before Benny, but we never got the chance to.”

“Baby moon huh?”

“Yes, a weekend getaway away from the kids, with zero interruptions, so I can relax and spend time with my ridiculously hot wife before our new bundle of joy gets here,” Joel then gently pushed you down on the couch and began to pepper you with kisses. “How does that sound?”

You couldn’t even form a response. His hands and kisses were touching spots that rendered your brain useless and all you could do was moan. However, before you could do or say anything else, you felt Joel freeze in place and groan. You were going to ask him why he stopped, but someone answered you.

“Whatcha doing?” a little voice came out from the hallway.

You turned and saw Benny standing there with some toy trucks in his hand. “Hey buddy, what are you doing awake?” You asked as you pushed Joel off of you.

“Daddy promised me that were going to play trucks. Can we still play daddy?”

Joel smiled and got onto the floor with a groan knowing his back and knees were going to be screaming later, but he didn’t care, “Yeah bubba we can still play. Come on over here. We have time before we have to pick up your sister.”

Benny ran over to his father and was about to hand Joel a bulldozer but stopped dead in his tracks. “What is it, Ben?” you asked.

“Where you and daddy about to wrestle like the other night?”

Your face grew red, and Joel let out the biggest laugh you had ever heard him make. That baby moon started to sound better and better.

[jqmalikhsgib]

astrology

six

to say your date went horribly wrong is an understatement. the guy didn’t even care enough to ask you any questions. in fact he didn’t stop talking about himself.

when you got home you immediately took a shower and headed downstairs to eat some ice cream. wanting to drown your sorrows in something sweet.

“eating ice cream this late could spoil your stomach.”

you jumped before sighing in relief.

“sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. may i?”

you simply nod. you grab an extra spoon for aaron as you both sit down and dig into the ice cream.

“im guessing the date didn’t go as well as planned?”

you scoffed. “worse. i think that guys more in love with himself than anything.”

aaron smiles. “i know the type. we meet cops like that all the time. so full of themselves they never stop to think about anything else. what happened that turned you off first?”

you stayed silent. you made a promise to yourself not to get too personal with him any longer. you couldn’t allow your silly crush to become anything more—more than it already had—you were already far gone. anymore you’d confess your undying affection to a man who only saw you as an employee.

aaron sighs.

“what happened to you?”

you frowned.

“what do you mean?”

“im a profiler, yn. its my job to notice behavior. you’ve been—you’ve been weird lately.”

“aaro—hotch,” you cleared your throat. “im just trying to be professional.”

“professional?”

you nod. “setting boundaries. im just someone you pay to take care of jack. i adore that kid more than anything and i like my job. love it! i don’t wanna lose that.” you state.

“and you won’t. jack loves you too. you’re the second closest thing he has to a parent. so whatever is going on i promise you won’t lose your job.”

you took a deep breath.

“i guess—as cliche as this is gonna sound—i read too much into our relationship. i—i developed a silly little crush and i got the message that it was all in my head.” you felt a weight being lifted from your shoulders as you admitted the truth.

aaron hums. he grabs you hand and caresses it gently.

“it wasn’t .” aaron whispered.

you look at him completely shocked.

“im not good at this, yn. haven’t been since haley passed. i—i tried to move on but it just, it never felt right. with you, it’s easy to talk to. i haven’t felt that in a really long time and i don’t wanna fuck it up. i care about you and so does jack. in the end, if this doesn’t work, it affects my son. i don’t want him to lose someone else i bring into our lives. it’s why i brought that woman home. i was trying to get you out of my system but it backfired extremely. i—i don’t wanna lie, i kept picturing you. even almost said your name.” aaron admitted with a smirk. you blushed.

“oh—”

aaron chuckles. “i want to see where this goes. i do! i just want to make sure that jack doesn’t get hurt in the process.”

you shake your head. “i guarantee that jack will be my main priority. even if—even if we don’t work out. he means more to me than anything, aaron.”

aaron nods approvingly.

“id like to take you out. normally we’re free weekends. how about this upcoming saturday?”

you smile and nod your head a little too enthusiastically.

aaron kisses the back of your hand. “get some sleep, sweetheart. ill see you in the morning.”

you give him another smile before saying goodnight. you wait until he was out of view before squealing silently.

you head upstairs to your bedroom and get some much needed rest. so glad the night ended the way it did.

aaron woke to the smell of bacon. he yawns as he gets out of bed and head straight to the shower. when he gets out and gets ready for work he heads downstairs. he sees his son sitting and enjoying breakfast next to you.

“daddy! yn made bacon. it’s good, daddy.”

aaron smiles at the both of you. “yeah? maybe i should have some.” he takes a piece of bacon from your plate. he playfully smack his hand.

“get your own hotchner!”

aaron smirks at you as he takes a bite of the piece of meat he stole from your plate. jack giggles.

“you and yn made up?”

aaron nods his head. “we did. you sir need to get ready for school.”

“im so excited for school, dad! today is show and tell in miss peas class. gonna bring the necklace mommy made for me.”

aaron smiles.

“why don’t you get ready buddy. gonna take you to school today.”

“not yn?”

aaron shakes his head. “it’s still yn day off. remember she gets two nights, buddy. come on, go get ready.”

“okay!” jack ran upstairs. you get up and put the dirty dishes in the sink. aaron simply turns you around and wraps his hand around your waist.

“i really wanna kiss you.”

“why don’t you?” you whisper.

aaron smirks as he caressed your cheek. he kisses you passionately. you’ve never been kissed like this in a very long time—if ever!—it felt right. you never believed in that silly ‘i felt sparks’ thing until this very moment. it was like fireworks were going off.

aaron pulls away gently. he smiles before kissing the top of your head.

“can’t wait for this weekend.” he whispered.

“neither can i. why does it have to be monday?” you frown. aaron chuckles before pulling away.

he heads jacks footsteps, smiling at his son. “alright buds! time to head out. we don’t wanna be late, yeah?”

“we’re always the first ones there, dad.” jack says matter of factly. he wasn’t wrong. when aaron took him to school he’d get there at six forty five. aaron had to be the first one to arrive at work. he needed to make sure jack was safe and secure in the school building as early as possible before heading to work.

“bye yn. love you!” jack called out. you smiled and waved. “love you too, jack! have a great day at school, buds.”

aaron smiles before waving to you. when they leave you call spencer.

“hey. is everything okay? how was your date?”

“yeah! everything is fine. the date was horrendous.”

“sorry to hear that.”

“don’t be. in the end things worked out.”

“that’s good. what are you not telling me?”

you smile. you weren’t a hundred percent ready to tell spencer anything yet. you wanted to make sure that this really works out.

“nothing. can’t a girl just miss her best friend?! i feel like we rarely talk anymore.”

“yeah. im sorry about that. it’s just—there’s this guy,”

“guy you say? do tell!”

“i met him during a case. i don’t know—he lives in arizona. he’s great! and the commute would be worth it,”

“but?”

“but relationships don’t work for people like us. with our jobs it’s hard, you know? it’s why i stayed single for so long. it’s why hotch and haley ended in divorce. i just don’t think people with our jobs can actually date on a deeper level.” spencer admitted.

you frowned at that confession. “spence, the right person is out there for you. they—im one thousand percent positive the person you’re meant to be with won’t mind the crazy weird hours you have. as long as you show them exactly how much you love and care for them they’ll understand.”

“you think? it’s just with the job and the distance—”

“im positive!”

“you know you always know what to say to make me feel better.”

“that’s what im here for. we should hang out soon though. i miss hearing my brother spill some weird fact that could probably save my life or even start a conversation.”

spencer laughs. “the team should be free this weekend. why don’t we get together saturday?”

“i can do saturday evening. is that okay?”

“yeah! i should get going though. hotch is probably already in his office and i have to ask him something. thanks for calling. i love you.”

“love you too, spence! have fun catching the bad guy.” you ended the call before getting ready for the day.

[holybibly]

these r my thoughts on ur recent poll

woosan would bicker too much and you would have to gag wooyoung to make him shut up or degrade him to get him to be turned on, san would probs end up sulking cause woo wouod get more attention lol

matz i would consider bc hello who wouldnt tbh? but also hwa... it would never end and id at least like some sleep but he could go at it for hours

sanhwa? too sexual for my liking, if hwa ever gets riled up too much ur done for as he is a ticking time bomb and that would make san cry

why did u not include sanjoong if fhats their ship name? water+water would be so sexual / intense and maybe emotional or at least thered be so much understanding of each other (im alsonwater sign so make that 3x intense threesome ever lol)

yungi i love those two towers but they are too gentle / easy going / soft or vanilla not that thats a bad thing if thats anyones type just it might be quite average like nothing too rough nothing too easy kinda inbetween or normal

minhwa again doesnt kind of match bc like ones going to be so soft the other is going to be like a bull in a china shop aka dangerous

sansang would be interesting and idk if yoesang x jongho would be gd idea bc jongho is so scary tbh, even for me, wouldnt want to do him wrong in bed.

Oh baby, I'm so glad you've expressed your thoughts and I'd love to take a master class in ideas and pairings from you because you're so good at it. I would also love to read some of your work, please don't be shy, I'm always open to exploring new things.

But, baby, I think you're a bit out of touch with astrology if you think that Aries Yunho and Leo Mingi, who are both fire dominants, will be gentle with you or at least have the slightest hint of vanilla.

The same goes for Mingi and Seonghwa, who are a perfect match. And as a fire sign, blessed with such a gorgeous fire entourage (not counting my beloved Scorpios, Geminis and Cancers), I can say with confidence that no fire sign will ever let anyone step on them or look in the direction of vanilla.

And again, we're talking about Wooyoung's humiliation, and I'll say it again, this man will bring you to your knees with one look, and it's you, not him, who will be begging and squirming.

As for Hongjoong, please, beautiful, dark and sexy Scorpio, I won't even begin to list all the disgusting and vulgar things he will do to you.

As for San, I think Seonghwa or Woo will balance him out perfectly, and in the first case it will be a damn demonic duet, and in the second case it will be an excellent example of a princess daddy, where Woo will be responsible for passion and aggression, and San for control and dominance.

As for the rest of the pairings, as a writer, I have every right to do what I want with my ffs and write for those members for whom I feel inspired.

[kindred-spirit-93]

GUYS LMAO HELP IM ON THE FLOOR

me when i try to explain the lore of my latest hyperfixation and brainrot that has been fermenting for who knows how long in my noggin to my beloved who has to keep up with me every dam time

find urself someone who will listen to u rant about dieties and divine law and order out of order and going on tangents of tangents <3

aight so for context me n my platonic soulmate go to different unis and have been long distance friendship-ing for over 3 years now and we barely get to see eachother irl for plenty of reasons. anyway

when we do meet for coffee and plushie hauls we essentially go over everything that happened over the past few months we havent seen each other in (outside of texts lol) and ya girl always has some hyperfixation to yap about (musicals, mythology, all of the above...)

anyway i explained to her epic the musical lore as best as i could in like 15 minutes while she had a lecture lmao (long story) and honestly kudos to her for understanding my incoherent 5678 words per second ramble and endless footnotes etc. anyway i sent her osp's odyssey video to give her an idea of what i was blabbing about lol

ANYWAY shes just texting me saying shes listened to the horse and the infant & just a man and that shes hooked. IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF FOR DRAGGING HER INTO THIS LMAO. MWAHAHAHAAH

said shes going to binge the musical asap lol (we are both dedicated hard working students ill have u know) and now we can both giggle and ugly cry over odypen hehe. literally vibrating with excitement >:D

last sunday we met after my big exam and i was already hysterical from sleep deprivation and brainrot so i gushed about literally everything. and infodumping kindred is not a kindred u want to be anywhere near esp if ur my girl bc i bare my soul to her lol A N Y W A Y

the thing is u cant explain the odyssey without knowing a little abt the illiad and to really get that u need to know the pantheon and how everyone got into this mess in the first place and and......

thats not even the best part before epic id binged osp red's greek mythology videos and was dabbling in pjo so i was very basically explaining the mythos to her about a month or so ago (equally manically)? and this girl says to me 'wait is zeus daddy?' AND I FUCKING DIED RIGHT THEN AND THERE. my soul *ascended* it was single handedly the funniest shit anyone has ever said in my general direction. i love her

anyway so i gently but very firmly explained why hes the dipshit of all time and she messed with me further on purpose (and i quote; IF BAD WHY HOT?) anyway zeus if ur out there dont talk to me or my beloved ever again or so help me.

[stxrlng]

Papi

pairing: miguel o’hara+fem reader

warnings: Breeding, older man younger girl, def daddy kink in here, BIG DADDY MIGUEL, his fangs and claws come out👄,blood‼️, DEGRADING

am i lowkey the only horny after this🤞🏽

“Miguel listen to me, please don't leave me I know it’d be shameful if people found out but I love you and I don’t care” I cry to him as his gaze turns cold at what I've said if looks could kill id be dead right now “You're not understanding the situation WHY IS IT SO FUCKING HARD TO UNDERSTAND”.

He paces around the small room a loud crash comes from where he's standing in the bedroom “FUCK” he screams he has kicked the bookshelf he looks back at me with tears in his eyes “Miguel,” I say softly as I sit back on the mattress his slow unsure steps come closer to me as he settles down next to me laying his head on my shoulder and wrapping his arms around me “I'm sorry baby” his words full of shame.

I lay back with his arms around me his body 10x more relaxed than it was five minutes ago it feels like we’ve laid there for ages my hand runs through his short beautiful brown locks his breath shallows as sleep takes him but I'm as awake as I could ever be a sad smile pulls to my lips the thought of him leaving me makes me wanna not wanna live but knowing that he's okay makes me happy.

———time passed-Miguel’s pov

I slip from her arms sitting up on the not so comfortable bed rubbing my face and soothing the stress away me and her aren’t supposed to be together she’s nineteen I’m thirty-two that isn't right I work at a top company if someone finds out id be done for.

Rising completely walking into the small bathroom connected to her room rid myself of my clothes run my hand threw my messy hair I take a short step to the shower and turn the knob hot water pours down i step in as the water hits my skin.

I stand under the water as i relax and let all my worries ago for the next ten minutes “Miguel?” i turn my head to see y/n taking off her clothes to get in with me “Yes baby” she looks up opening the glass door stepping in then closing it “Are you okay” her question makes me ask my self how shitty do i look for her to ask me that “i’m fine” I look away from her to the water and close my eyes her hand ghost over my back hesitantly then they plant themselves there in the middle of my back her small hands dig into my skin I bring my hands up and set them on the shower wall she then wraps her arms around me her head lays on my shoulder.

Her hands move lower to the point they hang on my hips her fingers ghost over my abdomen my hips jerk in a fast motion she never once went further than that without asking “Can I?” the question floats in the small space i nod my head yes she plants her hands on my v line the heat sends pleasure waves through me.

her small hands then wrap around my groin I throw my head back “Ohh fuck” The slow up and down motion she’s doing throws me into a euphoric state i turn with speed she’s never seen grabbing her and pulling her against me picking her up her head goes to my shoulder “Por favor mi amor déjame poner un bebé en ti” she then wraps her legs around me i suck and bite at her neck her moans low and sweet just for me.

——— y/n pov

my hands leave his cock as he picks me up i place my hands on his neck and tuck my self into his shoulder he nips at me his fangs come out as the graze my skin my head throws back in a shock and pleasure and pain as he bites down hard causing blood to run down my neck.

his claws dig into me almost breaking skin “N-no please Miggy stop” he was too gone he thrust up into me my walls clench trying to stop the entry “Shut the fuck up bitch and take it” his words made me as wet as the shower.

he was never one for lots of degrading he likes it but it can be a lot today seemed to be different he’s losing control on purpose his eyes red he’s breathing heavy he still his thrust as he bottomed out leaving me to feel split open.

“por favor papi dame un segundo” trying to catch my breath i squeeze around him his hips jerk up “Lo haré si dejas de apretarme como una putita” he then folds me up to where my knees to my shoulders and my feet behind my head pushes me against the wall.

he pulls out my hole stretched out ready to be filled again he pushes back in at a unexpected pace he growls my whimpers and moans are loud enough the whole building could probably hear but i didn’t care tears well in my eyes as a tingly feeling deep in my abdomen grew.

“I love you so much mi amor your so beautiful and the way your pretty pussy wraps around me makes me see stars” his words float in the shower the steam and the smell of sex over rides all my senses my back arches as a toe curling orgasm takes over me his thrust are deep and touch every place i didn’t know existed in me.

his hand made its way to my throat squeezing for good measure he thrust one more time before i release my body shakes my eyes roll to the back of my head my throbbing core is the only thing that i real right now “M-Miggy you feel to good” my sobs make it hard to talk “It’s okay baby let it out gimme one more” No my eyes wide at what he said i don’t know if i can do another one.

A moment later a much stronger orgasm flows through me his hand drops from my neck to my clit he draws small and fast circles on it making my whole body feel as if I’ve fallen into a new dimension “Oh good girl” His praise makes me feel good.

“Shit baby i’m so close ima give u a baby make you look even more pretty with a round belly” his words awoke something in me the urge to be pregnant just fills my mind.

his thrust get sloppy he whimpers into my neck as he stills and lets out a low moan as he cums deep into me he stays there for a few minutes then looks up kissing my lips before helping me down cleaning me up and drying me off.

[stickdoodlefriend]

She is dancing. Under the hazy club lights that smears everything in a psychedelic glow, Barbara Gordon is dancing on the edge of dreamlike and familiar.

It's one of those nights where to get in, she displays a fake ID and flutters her eyelashes to a bouncer who couldn't care less about her or the smell of weed from the couple making out noisily in the alley next to him.

When she squints, their faces blur, and she curses softly under her breath for forgetting her contacts after ditched her glasses to something that won't get knocked out in the crowd.

The lights above shimmer, like the club glitter in her hair and face and arms, like she is iridescent and her arm could pass through the other. A door slams shut with a bang, like a gunshot, searing metal through her spine. Barbara Gordon is a ghost.

Her body follows the arc of the bullet, or maybe the bullet follows hers, as she falls.

The smell of tequila and sex on the beach fades to gunsmoke and lemongrass as she looks up to her own eyes above—no, her father's eyes. His hands are bloody, it's in his hair too. Oddly enough, she's never him so frazzled, both through and out of her mask.

He presses down until she screams, Stop, it hurts, Daddy! Daddy, please make it stop! It's been years since she's called him anything other than dad, but she wants to crawl and bury into his chest like before.

His hands falter, until the pressure is back again. The triage—that's what he's doing—she's been on the other side of it plenty of times. Some of them died; she wonders if she numbers in those few.

Oh. She's been through this before, the nightmare. Barbara has memorized the script enough to know it ends with a madman's silver eyes with edges that fade into the whites and a mouth painted bright red.

She wakes with a start.

She's in her bedroom, the ugly popcorn ceiling she still hasn't gotten rid of stares right back at her. If it wasn't for the outline of her legs under her threadbare covers, she thinks she would have forgotten they exist, makes the cold nights worth it. When she discards it, bruises litter her thighs from where she flicks at them and wishes for the pain again.

Her father questions her on it, and she snipes back, cuts them both on the jagged edge of her tongue and regrets it all again.

He lets her, as penance for the bullet that had his name written instead of hers, and she has no energy to tell him they share the same name and the Joker had looked her in eye, targeted her point blank and knew no difference.

Dick takes her on the trapeze, binds her legs and wraps a strong arm around her waist as pulls her up on that platform, pedestal board. It's not dancing, but the wind has no use for legs and in another life, Barbara Gordon falls in love with Dick Grayson again. Her heart swings like a grapple line achingly familiar and itchy.

"Is it bad," Barbara asks once they reach the ground again, "that I wait for the nightmares?"

Dick sucks in a sharp breath, worries his bottom lip like he's buying himself time on what to say. "Maybe it is something in the nightmares you miss," he says carefully, and Barbara feels gratitude for him not turning it into a question he desperately like he wants it to be.

She knows he'll lose sleep over it, hover unnecessarily over her until she snaps.

Barbara hums, "Maybe. I hadn't planned anything for retirement."

Speaking of Retirement with a capital R, it has set her nerves on a fritz, the adrenaline with no outlet but hypervigilance to the point she had threatened some poor student with her salad fork in the library.

Except for rehab and physio exercises tht left her snarling at her everything and everyone and crumbles around at the person she is becoming or maybe all that was outside of Batgirl, she throws herself into college again. She drops out of her law degree from Burnside University because she couldn't deal with the commute and picks up Library Sciences instead.

She hadn't expected to retire from crime-fighting before her father. So, she wheels herself on the wheelchair and murmurs a soft thank you when Dick doesn't make a move to touch her wheelchair, doesn't offer to help.

He smiles down at her, impish and robin-like, "Maybe you'd divine something in your dreams. Find your answers there."

Barbara laughs, "Sure, Boy Wonder." Even if he is no longer Robin, shaping his own rebirth with a city to call his own over in New York, she sees him perpetually thirteen ditching classes and sixteen kissing her when her father's not looking all together.

He presses a deep kiss on her forehead, "Sweet dreams, BG."

There was a game Barbara used to play, when she was little, before she became Batgirl, hacking into police scanners to hear her father's voice and teaming up with Pamela to ruin financials for some pollutionary companies over the screen.

She sees her reflection when one of the monitors darkens, acne ridden and toothed smile encased in metal braces, glowing under the fairy light. To be fair, that was a lot of power to give to a teenager. There's Pam hovering over her shoulder, a lily in her hair.

The reflection blurs, like ripples from a pebble in a pond. Pam's gone, and Barbara's looking at herself, can't hide the backrest of her wheelchair, baby fat melted off her cheeks, her hair darker.

It feels prophetic, like this fairy light room overflowing with James Dean and Blue Beetle posters is Delphi.

She switches on her computer, watches the screens light up to display the map of Gotham spread out. She drags her fingers across her face and hair, feels the absence of the pointy ears and the cowl on her nose as she sheds Batgirl, nineteen, and molds herself anew, twenty, snakes for her hair, and bite in her teeth.

She calls herself Oracle.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62738311.