#cw father’s day

[strawberrystepmom]

as u can see from the way I act on tumblr.com/dashboard I do not have a father

[lefthandedhotch]

linnn!!! hi🥰 i love you smek smek smek smooch smooch mwah mwah mwah MWAH!!! it's almost fathers day <3 and i am thinking so! hard! about single mom reader (when am i not?🤭) 🥰🥰🥰

you bring her over the next workday after the fathers day weekend which is fine because it's mostly paperwork and emailing consultations to precincts everywhere... over the weekend your baby girl worked so! hard! on father's day cards for all the father figures in her life aka all her bau uncles🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰 but!!! one card that is a little different from the rest is the one she's giving to your boss, aaronnnn hotchner🥰🥰, who you have a biggg ole crush on and it's definitely not subtle at all🤭 but neither is the crush he has on YOU and you two have smooched like twice in the heat of the moment when jack and your little girl have had sleepovers, but nothing's been made official (yet👀)..... your little girl crawls into his lap and you MELT when he kisses her head so softly🥺🥺🥺 and she tells him "happy fathers day, mr. aawon :3 thank you for being so amazing :D" and you almost WEEP!!! because for rossi, derek and spence, she said happy uncles day🤭 and it makes you so happy that she sees him as her dad because he's such a good one to jack and you're so lucky to have him be a father figure to your little baby🥺🥺🥺 he melts and holds her so close as he reads her little card and looks at the gift she got him and he gets all misty eyed and tucks her head under his chin so she doesnt see him blinking away the tears🥺 but he makes eye contact with your watery eyes and you two dont have to say a single word to each other to know that now you two are very ready to be official and be much more permanent in each others lives and your kiddos lives🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭💞💞💞💞💞💞

hehehe hiiiiiiiii jess-jess!! i love youuuuu smooch smooch smek mwah smek smek mwah!!!!🥰💕🥹💗🥺👋☺️ WEEPS single mom!reader my beloved!!!!!!

while you and your girl are on the elevator going up to the office, you smile down at her as she clutches her little pile of cards soooooo close so she doesn’t lose them and you can help but remember her parked at the coffee table the day before with her bucket of markers being So Serious as she colored these very special cards for all her bau uncles and aaron like >:p 🤭🤭🤭🥰🥰🥰 and when you take her around the bullpen so she can pass out her little cards and say things like “happy uncles day, uncle dewek!! ☺️” it just makes you so so grateful to be raising your little girl around so much love, which is amplified even more when you help her climb the stairs to aaron’s office so she can deliver this extra special card and you get to see just how much this man that you’ve fallen so completely head over heels for cares for your baby girl 🥺🥺🥺🥺 penelope of course comes teetering in on her sparkly heels and sees Sparks flying between you and aaron and all the loaded loving gazes you’re giving one another, so she holds out her hand to your little girl and says they’re gonna go color at your desk for a little bit so you and aaron can Talk (and smooooooooch, she very much hopes 🤭🤭) hehehehe and the second your daughter is out of the room, aaron is out of his chair and stroking your cheek as you whisper “thank you for being so good with her” and he gives you that little quirk of a smile before he hums “thank you for being so you” and lowers his mouth to yours in the sweetest, softest smooch that makes your head spin with how lovely it is 🥹🥹🥹🥹💕💕💕💕💕 you guys make a plan to make dinner together that night and have a glass of wine and a Serious Conversation after your kiddos fall asleep about everything and you can just feel it in your bones that this is the start of Everything you’ve ever wanted 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💗💗💗💗💗💗🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕💕🥹🥹🥹🥹

[averysmolbear]

CW: this is 1000% self indulgent and is a selfship post so feel free to skip over it if it's not your cup of tea or you just don't care about my selfship. Also it's about Father’s Day so if that's a sensitive subject for you, it's okay to pass this one by for that reason as well. There will be mentions of a baby and obviously it’s an established relationship situation. This hasn’t been proofread and it’s full of fluff. Enjoy! (I don't expect most people to read my selfship stuff but here we are.)

“She’s so tiny.”

I nodded, smiling as I watched Reiner holding our newborn daughter. He was sitting in the recliner next to the hospital bed where I was still laid up after giving birth. Amelia Braun was born late in the evening, just before Father’s Day. She weighed in at 6 pounds and 14 ounces and was 19 inches long. Reiner had been amazed when he saw her for the first time, crying when he held her. Now, only 10 hours later, he had me tearing up as I watched him.

I had just gotten through feeding Amelia after breakfast. The nurse commented on how well I did breastfeeding and how quickly Amelia seemed to latch on. Now Reiner was taking a turn, rocking in the chair and holding the sleeping newborn.

“She looks so tiny because you’re so big,” I teased, smiling softly. I was still exhausted but I was happy, seeing how gentle Reiner was with our baby. “You look good with a baby in your arms though. Very handsome.”

Reiner’s cheeks flushed softly and he shook his head, finally looking up at me. “Nah, I’m pretty sure the honor of looking amazing while holding our daughter belongs to you,” he said, smiling brightly.

I hadn’t realized until that morning what today was and now I frowned slightly as I looked at Reiner. “Sorry that I couldn’t get you anything for Father’s Day.”

Reiner, still cradling Amelia in the crook of his arm, reached out a hand toward me. I took it and gently squeezed as his smile softened. He rubbed his thumb across my knuckles before lifting my hand to softly kiss it.

“You gave me the best gift I could have ever asked for, sweetheart. You gave me our daughter. If that’s not the perfect Father’s Day gift, I don’t know what is.”

I blush softly and shake my head as I squeeze his hand again. “Well happy Father’s Day then,” I said with a soft smile which turned slightly teasing as I spoke, “daddy.”

Reiner cleared his throat, letting go of my hand to rub the back of his neck. His face was bright red as he mumbled an ‘I love you’ to me before looking away with a wide smile on his face. It was, in his opinion, the best Father’s Day ever.

[rossithepixie]

Was trying to figure out why i’m so anxious and then i remembered today is father’s day. Which is a loaded day for me emotionally. Between my step dad passing and how complicated my relationship is with my bio dad is it’s enough to make me spiral. (My dad even gave me trauma specific to father’s day itself because he’s such a swell guy. 🙂)

[sarasade]

Happy Belated Father's Day!

that feeling when you have a midlife crisis and run away with a man 100x your age and then come crawling back w/ his illegitimate child

[willowser]

but this touya 🥺 he's sitting at the kitchen table too early in the morning, awake because your ex-boyfriend is coming to pick up your daughter for their father's day out. touya is half-asleep in his cheerios, only grunting out a response when your daughter asks him questions, bright and cheery, laughing too loud when she pokes and prods him and he grabs her hands up in his own and tickles her.

when the doorbell rings, she's scooping up her backpack and unzipping it quickly, slapping a folded up piece of paper on the table before running off around the corner. you follow her, exchange some pleasantries with her dad, wish him a happy father's day, give your daughter a hug and tell her you'll see her in a few days.

she stands in the doorway and shouts, loud, the high pitch in her voice echoing off the ceiling. "bye dabi!" and when he says it in return, she ends with, "i love you!"

(you don't miss the twist of your ex-boyfriends lips, his clear disaste for touya souring his expression.)

(you don't miss touya's hesitant pause from the kitchen, his voice scratchy and low when he calls back, "love you, too, kid.")

after she's gone, you mosey on back to the kitchen to see him leaning over whatever she'd left him; a piece of construction paper, colorful and a bit messy and crinkled, but all her nonetheless.

it's a picture of she and touya as little stick figures, him much too tall, hair dark and spiky. in between them, you think, is a drum-set, a call-back to the time he'd brought her to the bar he works at before it opened, during the day, and he'd let her bang around on all the instruments and be as loud as she'd wanted.

happy fathers day i love you is written across the top in bright pink, a little hard to read, but there regardless. touya stares at it quietly, only coming back to life after you run a hand over his back gently.

"mom's gonna lose it when she sees this," he murmurs quietly, shaking his head as if the idea is ridiculous.

but you don't miss his quiet sniff, the way he clears his throat before carefully folding the paper back into place, keeping it held tightly in his fist.

[seiwas]

cw: happy tears and tickle fights, birthday celebrations and other things. unedited sawry. ‼️ FIC SPOILERS PAST THIS PORTION OF THE CONTENT WARNING ‼️ pregnancy.

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hajime’s birthday this year is different.

you don’t celebrate on the day of, contrary to your tradition of keeping it free no matter what. instead, you decide on the weekend, taking time to prepare his gift while he’s out of town.

the sunday morning starts out slow, a late wake to his usual 5:00 a.m. runs. you shift beside him, turning to snuggle deeper into his hold.

you weren’t able to wait for him last night, any hour past midnight simply impossible for you to keep up with these days.

your breath puffs out in a long exhale, tickling his collarbone.

he pulls you closer when you move, tucking his nose into the crown of your head. it’s something you both do, you’ve noticed—breathing each other in the moment you return to one another.

the celebration today is not lost on you, but you take in these few silent moments with him for just a bit longer.

when he stirs, squeezing you tighter as he mumbles a low ‘morning’, you peer up to kiss his chin. he’s ticklish there, you know, especially when your lips catch on the bits of stubble grown a few days after he shaves.

it takes longer for you both to get out of bed because of that, a tickle fight ensuing as hajime sneakily crawls his fingers up your armpits, blowing raspberries at the spot right below your ears.

you slip into the bathroom that way—a little clumsy and a lot giggly. then you crouch low, opening the cabinet under the sink; hidden in it is your gift for him, a flat rectangle wrapped in kraft paper and a green bow.

it’s the first thing in your agenda today, you’ve decided, unable to wait until he receives it at the end of the day, like you’d originally planned.

hajime’s propped up against the headboard when you step back into your bedroom, blanket scrunched at his hip. you’re no fan of the season’s heat, but you thank god it’s summer, because at least, you’re met with the view of his exposed chest every morning.

he holds an arm out to welcome you back in, letting you rest your legs across his lap as he cradles your back.

“your gift,” you whisper, holding out the wrapped rectangle, “open it first. that’s the first thing on our agenda today.”

he chuckles, taking the soft rectangle from your hands while kissing your temple, “thanks, babe. you didn’t have to.”

you watch eagerly, tucking yourself into his side as you wrap an arm around his waist. he tears through the wrapper but sets aside the bow, knowing you like to recycle them when you have the chance.

hajime is a simple man, and at the sight of his favorite brand of socks, he lights up at the addition of one more to his already-full drawer of them.

he turns to you, about to pepper your face with a bunch of kisses but—

“check the hem, i got something done to it.” you giggle.

he looks confused for a moment before he turns them over, plain white save for the dark green letters running around its ankle garters.

there’s another reason you decided to celebrate his birthday this weekend, on the third sunday of june.

he deciphers the word, reading each letter: p-a-p-a, and you can see the cogs turning in his brain before he immediately whips his head to face you.

“you’re—?”

you nod.

there’s something indescribable in his eyes, emotion welling up as they gloss over dark olive green—it makes you want to cry, too.

damn all these hormones.

“happy birthday, papa.” you sniffle, smiling wide, “and happy father’s day.”

(after a whole lot of tears, and even more kissing, you show hajime the tests you took while he was away. he tells you you should have told him, that he would have come home, but you shake your head.

it’s well worth it, seeing his reaction to two things he can celebrate today.)

[nico-nico-suavecito]

preorder my book: The Weeds Grow Anyway

[mushroomnoodles]

tw/cw for sfw and non kink mpreg

also happy fathers day to this guy

[carlyraejepsans]

my gift for father's day. because this is the kind of relationship i have with my dad

[birdricks]

i love you (but i never had a choice)

[daemon-in-my-head]

Yeah I have no excuse for this one.

Refs by @/uuuupooo_8162 on X and my bursting Screenshot folder (whoever created the 'heartthrob' fit/mod, I love you)

Reentering my fuck lineart era.

[yuutakuns]

Pondering Yuuta getting corrupted with a daddy kink for this Father’s Day.

Yuuta's apprehensive at first, kind of shy at being asked to take on the ‘daddy’ role, but who is he to say no to his princess? He’s always willing to try something if it leads to your happiness. It’s just a word, after all.

Content Warnings: 18+, MDNI (Minors Do Not Interact), afab reader, daddy kink, cervix fucking, breeding kink, overstimulation

It’s when Yuuta is finally positioned at your entrance, his leaky head teasing at your slick folds that you finally mutter softly, “P-please daddy…”

Yuuta’s breath hitches and he gives you the strangest stare before tensing the grip on your hips, choosing to rut his cock head over your aching clit, slowly moving back and forth.

It was driving you nuts, you rutted your hips back into his, desperate for any stimulation on your poor pathetic pussy.

“Daddy,” you whine, “P-please please please, more.”

“More what?” Yuuta says gruffly, “Tell your daddy what you want more of.”

Your brain short circuits but you continue to desperately rut on his throbbing cock. Hand reaching up to grab at his arms to pull him closer.

“I n-need… More of daddy’s cock…. I need him to please fuck m-me…”

"That's my good girl," He whispers before he’s absolutely drilling into your wet, sopping hole. He positions himself over you, your legs spread up over his shoulders as he continues to abuse the warmth and tightness of your cunt.

It's tight, the stretch burns as he fucks you in earnest. Yuuta’s cock hits you deep, with no abandon as you see stars every time his tip hits your cervix.

"Daddy, s'too much-- You're too much," you sob, overstimulated as his throbbing dick pistons in and out of you.

"Aw, my poor baby can't take Daddy's cock? Isn't this what you wanted? To be bred like the pathetic little slut that you are?"

You cry out as he overstimulates your pussy, digging your nails into his forearm as you cum again and again on him. You're an absolute mess. Soft tears bubble in your eyes but your daddy eats it up, licking the salty droplets as he smiles sweetly at you.

"Daddy has to take care of his princess, right?"

[past-present-future-cable]

Father's Day and it's Jubilee making a massive chocolate cake for Logan with Morph's help and of course when she's not looking they change the innocent "Happy Father's Day" message to "Daddy ;)" and hand it to Logan.

[ninadove]

My immediate purpose is to place before the world, plainly, succinctly, and without comment, a series of mere household events. In their consequences, these events have terrified—have tortured—have destroyed me.

[Pluto] was a remarkably large and beautiful animal, entirely black, and sagacious to an astonishing degree. In speaking of his intelligence, my wife, who at heart was not a little tinctured with superstition, made frequent allusion to the ancient popular notion, which regarded all black cats as witches in disguise.

[…] I made no scruple of maltreating the rabbits, the monkey, or even the dog, when, by accident, or through affection, they came in my way. But my disease grew upon me—for what disease is like Alcohol!—and at length even Pluto, who was now becoming old, and consequently somewhat peevish—even Pluto began to experience the effects of my ill temper.

And then came, as if to my final and irrevocable overthrow, the spirit of PERVERSENESS. Of this spirit philosophy takes no account. Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart—one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man. Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or a stupid action, for no other reason than because he knows he should not? Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgment, to violate that which is Law, merely because we understand it to be such?

One morning, in cold blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it to the limb of a tree;—hung it with the tears streaming from my eyes, and with the bitterest remorse at my heart;—hung it because I knew that it had loved me, and because I felt it had given me no reason of offence;—hung it because I knew that in so doing I was committing a sin—a deadly sin that would so jeopardize my immortal soul as to place it—if such a thing were possible—even beyond the reach of the infinite mercy of the Most Merciful and Most Terrible God.

I avoided the creature; a certain sense of shame, and the remembrance of my former deed of cruelty, preventing me from physically abusing it. I did not, for some weeks, strike, or otherwise violently ill use it; but gradually—very gradually—I came to look upon it with unutterable loathing, and to flee silently from its odious presence, as from the breath of a pestilence.

My wife had called my attention, more than once, to the character of the mark of white hair, of which I have spoken, and which constituted the sole visible difference between the strange beast and the one I had destroyed. […] By slow degrees—degrees nearly imperceptible, and which for a long time my reason struggled to reject as fanciful—it had, at length, assumed a rigorous distinctness of outline. It was now the representation of an object that I shudder to name—and for this, above all, I loathed, and dreaded, and would have rid myself of the monster had I dared—it was now, I say, the image of a hideous—of a ghastly thing—of the GALLOWS!—oh, mournful and terrible engine of Horror and of Crime—of Agony and of Death ! And now was I indeed wretched beyond the wretchedness of mere Humanity. […] And a brute beast—whose fellow I had contemptuously destroyed—a brute beast to work out for me—for me, a man fashioned in the image of the High God—so much of insufferable woe!

Uplifting an axe, and forgetting, in my wrath, the childish dread which had hitherto stayed my hand, I aimed a blow at the animal, which, of course, would have proved instantly fatal had it descended as I wished. But this blow was arrested by the hand of my wife.

No sooner had the reverberation of my blows sunk into silence, than I was answered by a voice from within the tomb!—by a cry, at first muffled and broken, like the sobbing of a child, and then quickly swelling into one long, loud, and continuous scream, utterly anomalous and inhuman—a howl—a wailing shriek, half of horror and half of triumph, such as might have arisen only out of hell, conjointly from the throats of the dammed in their agony and of the demons that exult in the damnation. […] The corpse, already greatly decayed and clotted with gore, stood erect before the eyes of the spectators. Upon its head, with red extended mouth and solitary eye of fire, sat the hideous beast whose craft had seduced me into murder, and whose informing voice had consigned me to the hangman.

I had walled the monster up within the tomb.

— Edgar Allan Poe, The Black Cat

[gemsarejustshinyrocks]

hey remember the time Talia slept with the teenage son of the man she has a child with how fucked up was that

Basically? An AU where where instead of going off to become the Red Hood and "punish" Bruce as Talia wished, Jason kills her.

It takes time, and training, and planning, and luck (and all the magic Robin was supposed to have) but Jason kills Talia.

Ra's is gone and Talia is dead. The League should be over, except-

Hello, there's a tiny assassin child trying to kill him.

His name is Damian al Ghul, and wow, he really looks just like Bruce, doesn't he?

(no more dead robins.)