#dad blog

[mandudedad]

I'm 45 and officially fit into the same sizes as when I was 20?! <mostly 😂>

Waist: 32

Dress Shirt: 15/32

T-shirt: Med (though I prefer larges or xls)

Dress pants...I shrunk an inch already soooo...32/29 😳

I was 5'7" now 5'6" 🤷‍♂️🤦‍♂️

[diaryformybeloved]

It's -3 and freezing

Frosty weather matches frosty behaviour. Christmas should be a time for family love.

[gongyussy]

acting strange on tumblr.com with the mutuals <3 | SEARCHING (2018)

[frenchraisins]

Uratex Monoblock Bawal Ang Marupok

[narcissisticsmoker]

She’s a 10 but she needs to be raped at times to remind her where she belongs.

[the-boss36]

"Click the link" ⬆️

TELEGRAM Group!

Dad & Son Roll Play / Relationships!! 🔞+

[mandudedad]

Damn Sciatica again...😵😵😵

[the-chandrian-ii]

That moment you realize she needs to learn this lesson the hard way.

[freyashiftz]

I've never doubted shifting because my dad was a shifter for years.

He told me stories from his one reality all the time, about how he was a warrior that could transform into a giant black cat, called iekkrans.

About all the other clans of wolves and bears and lions, how he made me a princess that knew how to fight any man that tried anything with me. How the warriors fight with music and create it with the clash of their weapons.

He told me about a crazed princess from another kingdom that was so unstable you could probably find her running down a road naked and not be surprised.

He told me how when you married someone in this reality you formed a spiritual bond so strong that if you broke it, it could kill you, and that HE had his bond broken and barely survived it.

He told me about how in courting culture, the only way to win a mate was to prove to the father you loved them. And the magic knew if you were lying. He told me then about 2 brothers that fought for my heart, and how the older one won.

He told me about eternal cities that were created from exoloding worlds, how those cities were permanent and euphoric, and how if you dare entered one you'd never be able to leave again.

He's told me so many stories about the warriors of the universe and how they become stone cold and trained to kill EVERYTHING they're commanded to kill.

My dad is a fucking bad ass, and I'll never doubt reality shifting because of him.

[1ittlet0yy]

walking around the house like this tonight 🤭

do u think i look cute and rapeable like this dad?

[swirlingyouintomypoems]

Will I always be alone in this house? Reading books that are too hard for me in the long fatherless hours?

let your dad die energy drink - daniel lavery and cecilia corrigan/bob’s burgers, 2011/family line - conan gray/@parentless-suggestions/promises of gold - jose olivarez/unknown/dna - lia marie johnson/i am angry because of my father - halsey/part of me never left that house - mada hayyas/unknown/father - demi lovato/franz kafta/unknown/primer - aaron smith/family line - conan gray/untitled - frank wright

***sorry for all of the unknowns on this one. I really do try to find the sources for everything but I kept coming up empty w these. If you know the sources pls comment/send me an ask or dm and lmk!!

[mandudedad]

Ugh...2 factions of neighborhood kids are fighting and our kids (& house) are in the middle 😑

Now I'm being the Mediator for a bunch of kids that I don't even know, just so it doesn't escalate more 🤬

[narcissisticsmoker]

I wouldn’t just take you. I would worship you, devour you, and ruin you in the slowest, most intoxicating way possible. My hands would move over your skin like they were meant to, like they belonged there, tracing every curve, every dip, every place that makes you tremble beneath my touch. I would make you feel so wanted, so undeniably mine, that you would forget the world existed outside of this moment.

I would start slow, teasing, keeping you on the edge, watching the way your breath catches every time I shift deeper inside you. My lips would find your neck, dragging over the heat of your skin, kissing, biting, murmuring against you, telling you how good you feel wrapped around me, how perfect you are, how I never want to stop.

I would pin your wrists above your head, locking my eyes with yours, making sure you see how much I want you, how much I need you. Every movement, slow and deliberate, deep and unrelenting, making you feel every inch of me, again and again, until you are shaking, gasping, clinging to me like I am the only thing keeping you grounded.

I would whisper against your lips, my voice low, teasing. You feel that? How perfectly you take me? How you are made for me? My mouth would claim yours, swallowing your moans, drinking in every sound, every plea, until you forget your own name and only know mine.

And I would not stop. Not until your body gives out, not until you are trembling, completely undone beneath me, your body etched with the memory of my touch. Not until you understand, without a single doubt, that you are wanted. Desired. Mine.

Because this is not just about taking you. It is about owning every inch of your pleasure, leaving you aching, ruined, and craving more.