#daddy issues go brrr

[dumbblondesposts]

[sweetm0uringlamb]

i feel like my writing screams "i've never had a healthy relationship in my life" and "im mentally ill and very aware of that"

like whenever i read my writing my first thought is "pls go to therapy"

[suitetarts]

tragic love archetype quiz

07. father's son

Breathe down your own neck, it's the sound of smashing fist against furniture in another room again. The wringing hem of cloth and pattern of an escalating heart. Love is tumultuous to you. There is grief and disguised forgiveness to damp down the yearning. A permanent fear of tender flesh spilling out, still- you must refrain of growing attached to the fear you had installed into you. Let go of the notion that love is still to be cherished with a hole in the head. Scrub crimson ancestry off wooden floors and try again tomorrow when your hands don't shake cold from the blood loss. Love isn't a fist to escape. Fill the hole in your head with cotton and know you are to be adored. You are deserving of an embrace without flinching.

(i am pretending i was tagged by @tripleyeeet, and all those who take this quiz after seeing this post should tag me and tell me what they got)

[seungkwanschicken]

This got me running like a waterfall 😺🫠 Two things are my main weaknesses and they're both in this - Joshua Hong and his HUGE fkin HANDS.

And dom! Joshua knowingly exploiting my kinks like this...say bye to me I'm not gonna sleep tonight.

hard (hand) thoughts about dombf! Joshua (headcannons)

WARNINGS/CONTENT: Hand kink, spanking kink, daddy kink, Joshua is DOM, reader is just extremely needy for him, dirty talking, mirror sex (been too into this lately if y'all haven't noticed hehe-), Joshua is a fucking tease btw- mood

WORD COUNT: 711

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[A/n : I've been having THOTS about joshua- *cough* and his hands *cough* so here we goo]

FEEDBACKS AND REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!

Dombf!Joshua who would instantly know how much you love his hands, as he catches you zoning out into your fantasies while licking your lips at the sight of his hands for the first time.

Dombf! Joshua who has had enough of your secret fantasies by the third time he catches you gawking at his arms, while he worked out at your personal gym. He pulls you towards him, and in on his thick thighs while his hand stays on the soft skin of your own thighs. You wince at the cold metal touching your skin, your body turning all hot and heated up out of the blue. “Is my pretty baby hiding something from me?” The words you never (always) wanted to come from his mouth, finally spoke out. “What?” You could barely be surprised your voice has betrayed you when it turned high-pitched.

Dombf! Joshua who smiles at you in the most innocent way possible, but not knowing his future actions, you felt your adrenaline rush at that. “Mhm is there really nothing you're hiding from me, baby?” His hands squeeze your inner thighs, moving closer to your heat. And out of nowhere, his middle fingers press down on your hold through the fabric of your shorts, only to feel it soaked wet.

Dombf! Joshua would cock his eyebrows at your ‘sudden’ wetness, only for you to immediately resort to whining as you, now, grind down on his fingers. But a louder whine erupts from you as he retreats his fingers away from you. “Tell Daddy what you want, baby. That's the only way you're getting it.” Joshua turns you around to face the mirror while he places his chin on your shoulder.

Dombf! Joshua who would have you begging in minutes, tears at the corner of your eyes threatening to fall while you say: “Daddy, just want your fingers, pleaseplease- please” Over and over again. He would smile at you so kindly, only to plunge his fingers deep inside you.

Dombf! Joshua who's two fingers are enough to have you arching your back into his chest, while your legs wiggle under his hold.

Dombf! Joshua who would make you cum around his fingers, faster than you'd expected, and proceed to make you ride out your orgasm by riding his fingers. And order you to make yourself cum yet again from his fingers.

Dombf! Joshua who wouldn't take long to catch up on your spanking kink when further into your relationship. He likes to think you've got the kink as a result of your love and lust for his hands. (which he was totally right about)

Dombf! Joshua who'd give you a stern look when you act out or catch an attitude with him, threatening you about spanking you till your ass was as red as your sheets (you have red satin sheets), but he knew well that gave you a better reason to push his buttons.

Dombf! Joshua who would love to wear metal rings, while spanking you so he could hear your loud whimpers and yelps every time his large hand came down on your bottom, inflicting the pleasurable pain which always had you dripping so much for him that he'd barely have to do foreplay before he got to snuggly fit his thick cock inside you.

Dombf! Joshua who would later use your kinks against you when he felt mischievous. He would simply come up behind you, letting his large hands travel to your ass squeezing harshly while placing his hand on the counter top. “What you watchin’ baby?” He would ask you with a very normal tone, as if he didn't just squeeze your ass hard till you yelped. He would further add fuel to the fire by slapping your ass before moving away to grab a bottle of water. He knew well your eyes weren't on the screen, but rather on his thick biceps which were a result of working out a few minutes ago.

Dombf! Joshua who would smirk knowingly when you give him the ‘fuck me’ eyes right then and there, and would totally make fun of you for it. “What? Turned on just by a spank to your ass? You love my hands so don't you baby?” (he's so cocky gawd)

©️ WOOYOUNGMYBELOVEDHUSBAND.

[endlessnightskyshoutsback]

pro tip for daddy issues girlies who have trouble calling anyone else by the term dad bc it feels wrong:

call him padre

yea so im calling my moms bf that n it comes so easily im not even spanish

[the-pest1lence]

I already got attached to Arthur and Mr. Entity, specially after Arthur doing the whole thing with the wraith and the baby

*In Jon Sims voice* Good lord, can I stop getting attached to any (fictional) man who shows a small interest in taking care of a child???

[seungkwanschicken]

WTFFFFFF SJWJZKWKS THAT ANON CHOSE VIOLENCE AND THIS EXPLANATION DIDN'T HELP ME EITHER IM GUSHING LIKE A WATERFALL I NEED HIM I SO NEED HIM I NEED HIM SO FUCKIN BAD

Size kink w Seungcheol is allllllll about how little your hands are on his shoulders, how much you have to spread your thighs to straddle his hips, the way he catches sight of you hugging in the mirror and you disappear behind him

….how easily he lifts you up with one arm while hugging you, how he can carry you around like it’s nothing whether he’s holding you bridal style or your legs are wrapped around his waist, how small your hand looks with his fat cock in it — your fingertips don’t even touch, and how when he’s inside you, stretching you wide open, he groans ‘you’re a petite little princess but you god you can take a good pounding’

[lyranix1201]

Bro wtf. This Broke ass bastered who is also a fucking addict appeared at my front door. I haven't seen or heard of this bitch for years. Why is he hereeeeeee?!!!! Someone fucking shoot me. I literally just woke up, and now i have to talk to this bitch. This just ruined my fucking mood immediately . Who in my fucking family snitch to my dad that I was here. Who was that fucking bastered.

This man reminded me today of one of my old backup plans, and that plan was to despair and go missing so that none of my family members could find me. So that i can life peaceful and quietly far fucking away from them.

No, because him appear at my front door was not in my 2024 bingo list.

[masasibling]

@marukrawler This is the best thing I've read this morning and the truest

[leoandbeholdclark]

MDNI

I really do feel as if I could bend a man over, all of my issues would be resolved.

[lost-souls-system]

im tired. so so tired. I'm tired of getting scolded, blamed, shouted at, and laughed at. I'm tired of people expecting me to be something so great. they always overestimate my abilities. saying

"I thought you were a straight As kid?"

"Damn, a 29%? you used to be so smart, what happened?"

I don't know, maybe because you pushed me every night to stay up to finish homework due for the next month, maybe because you always compare me with other children and making me look like a damn idiot when all you do is tell people my failures, maybe because I was just a stupid kid knowing nothing of the world?

maybe I am just a stupid kid. a kid that you were supposed to love. not a smart machinery that you can just breakdown whenever you want.

why can't you love me, dad?

[ohumokay]

I don't think I have ever listened to Family Line without crying 😀👍🏾

[hellishjoel]

new year’s day

3.7k / pairing: francisco “frankie” “catfish” morales x f!reader

12 Days of Pedro Masterlist | hellishjoel masterlist | notifications blog

summary: You’ve found fulfillment in every aspect of life alongside your husband, Frankie. In the early hours of New Year’s Day, you and Frankie discuss your aspirations for the coming year. Among these, the possibility of embarking on the journey to parenthood, starting a family, and conceiving a child may be at the forefront.

warnings/information: MA 18+ (minors DNI), established marriage, discussion of alcohol consumption, cursing, discussions about starting a family/being pregnant/having a baby, a few pov switches, mommy issues go brrr, use of pet names (princess, momma (x3)), frankie’s hot dad bod, mix of sub!frankie and dom!frankie, pinch of daddy kink, unprotected PiV, breeding kink go hard, dirty talk, overstimulation, hickies, titty play, creampie

A/N: thank you for celebrating 12 Days of Pedro! come back to the masterlist every day from Dec. 11 - Dec. 22 to open a new present from the most amazing authors! special thanks to the breeding kink queen herself @thetriumphantpanda for beta reading this work! banners, per usual, from @saradika-graphics. enjoy!

There’s glitter on the floor after the party. Not to mention streamers, spare party hats, and dribbles of wine on the hardwood floor. Spare polaroids with goofy grins and blurry kisses at midnight. You hold one of you and Frankie to your chest, your heart swarming with a warm buzz caused by too much liquor and a lot of love. 

Your eyes lift to Frankie, his lopsided party hat holding on for dear life as he tosses empty beer bottles into a large black trash bag. 

Everyone’s left now, catching cabs or a ride home from their sober counterparts.  An annual Morales tradition; countdown to the New Year with your closest friends, the ones you’d consider family. 

You hope to remember these memories forever and that the memories hold on to you. The good and the bad. The friends you made, the friends you lost, remembering that people come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. 

Cheers, kisses, and giggles at midnight. 

“You ready, my lady?” Frankie asks as he hands you your journal, his own leatherbound one in his hand as he settles down beside you on the floor, your backs against the front of the couch. 

Another Morales tradition; New Year’s Goals. It all started a few years ago, your and Frankie’s first New Year’s together. Both drunk and rolling around on the floor, you decided to write your goals for the New Year. You thought they had a lot of power, and it was good to have motivations, even if they didn’t last all year. 

The fire crackled as Frankie nudged a log with the poker, his face illuminated in a brilliant orange light. He was so handsome. You were so in love. You couldn’t think of anything else you needed, everything you wanted was right here in front of you. Well, almost everything. 

Frankie lifted a Pabst beer bottle to his lips, tilting his head back to finish it off. A wet smack leaves his lips. You smirk as you feel his eyes on your list, curiously leaning his head to the side to sneak a peek at what your pen was etching into blank paper. 

“Do you mind?” You tease, nudging your elbow playfully into his ribs. “You know we’re not supposed to share until we’re both done.” You whisper as you pen in another thought. You both agreed to list three to five goals every year, things you wanted to make happen, things you want to change. Whatever it took to better yourself and the small life you’ve created with your husband. 

Frankie radiates warmth beside you, he’s always been like that. Even in just a dark pair of jeans and a black Carhartt t-shirt, he was as warm as the fireplace wavers heat in front of you. You lay your head gently on his broad shoulder, humming softly as you close your eyes, the exhaustion of prepping and then celebrating your New Year’s party finally taking its toll. But you couldn’t help but be so full of joy, considering yourself lucky to be surrounded by so much love. 

Your eyes open just as you feel Frankie smack a period at the end of one of his goals making his arm lurch before he tips his head down to you. “M’ready. You wanna go first?” Frankie asks, reaching his hand up to pull the small party hat off his head, watching as he sits it down beside him very delicately. So precious. Your heart swells thinking about your list, slowly nodding and sitting up straight as you re-open your journal to review your goals list. 

“Okay, I only have three,” 

“Me too,” Frankie interjects. 

“Perfect, okay, so number one, I want to dedicate more time to be creative. Whether it’s writing, or painting, or… I don’t know, picking up crocheting, I want to set aside more time for that sort of stuff instead of brainlessly watching shows.” 

Frankie’s smile tilts, slowly nodding in understanding. “I’d love to hang up more of your paintings around the house. The walls could use a little color.” 

Your sweet boy. He was always so supportive. You sweetly cupped the underside of his chin and pecked his lips. Frankie playfully cleared his throat and states his first goal. 

“Number one. I want to eat out less.” He pauses as he assesses your pouting face. “Don’t look at me like that. We’ll still go out sometimes, I just feel like we should cook at home more.” 

You couldn’t blame him. All the takeaway Chinese and pizza deliveries were really tugging at the precious strings that was your joint bank account. 

“Fine. But I won’t be happy about it. And this sort of ruins my second goal, which is to try more restaurants.” 

You and Frankie both take a moment to throw back your heads in laughter, rolling closer to one another as he shakes his head at you slowly. “We’ll figure it out, we always do. And that’s my second goal, more communication whenever I feel like I’m stuck. I know I’m not always…” he pauses and fiddles with his hands, nervous ticks causing him to pop his knuckles, “M’not always the best with talking things out. So I wanna work on that.” 

Heat catches along your neck and chest, the way he looks at you with a twinkle in his eyes, as if you put the moon and stars in the sky. Your sweet boy. He’s not perfect, you both had worked so hard to get where you were, but it took a lot of time and trust. You built a solid foundation for your relationship, and now it felt like there wasn’t anything you couldn’t tackle together. 

“What’s your last goal for the new year?” 

Frankie watches as you purse your lips, eye contact straying as you stare down at your handwriting. Something hung in the air. Uncertainty? He reaches out and gently clasps your free hand in his, deep brown eyes searching your beautiful orbs in reassurance. There was that feeling again, of promise and future. More birthdays, more holidays, more anniversaries, and more New Year’s Days. 

After a moment, Frankie’s lips part as you set aside your journal, taking a deep breath. God what was it? 

“A baby,” you say in less than a whisper. 

A surprised little smile slowly crosses Frankie’s face, a glint of fondness and curiosity in his eyes. 

This wasn’t your first conversation about starting a family. 

It began in small places, like seeing children in line at the grocery store. All chubby-cheeked with big toothy grins, tugging on their parent's sleeve and asking them for a sweet from the checkout. 

Then, your mutual friends had their first baby. You were able to see them at the hospital. New momma laid back in bed. New dad sitting in the chair beside her. Tiredness in their eyes but their excitement overshadowed any doubt. You held their daughter, Elise, in your arms. So beautiful. And sleepy. 

But what really pulled at your heartstrings, and perhaps your womb, was when Frankie held his baby nephew for the first time. You both were in the hospital waiting room for hours, nervous but excited, hoping the delivery went well for his sister and for the new baby. 

“Come here, Frankie, hold him. Just don’t drop him.” She teased. 

Frankie took a step forward, then a step back. He had never held something so small, so precious, untouched by the outside world. What if he held him wrong? What if he cried and fussed? 

The warmth of your hand touched his shoulder, your small smile and nod encouraging him to be brave, to love the new addition to their family. With your vote of confidence, Frankie remembered to carefully support the baby’s head as his sister handed him over. Because, of course, she could trust Frankie. Uncle Frankie, now. 

His warm amber eyes glistened as he stared lovingly down at the bundle in his arms. He was beautiful, with dashing dark hair just like his sister had. A tiny little nose and sweet pouted lips. Frankie couldn’t understand why his eyes welled up with tears. He was just so proud to be an uncle, to see his younger sister now in charge of a tiny little newborn. He just couldn’t believe that such a beautiful life was born out of the love his sister and his brother-in-law shared. 

Then he looked at you. And he knew his heart was certain. He wanted this, and he wanted it with you. 

In all truthfulness, you weren’t as sure as Frankie was. You excused his excitement for baby fever. It was your job to remind him that you were still saving up for a new home, that your financials were a bit of a wreck, and that babies weren’t always soundly sleeping. There would be sleepless nights, messy food on their faces, and very full diapers. A big responsibility. 

You also didn’t come from a wonderful family like Frankie was raised in. You often wondered if you were to start a family, could you be different from your parents? Or would you fall into the same habits as they did? 

How would you be as a mother? 

You tried to remember that it was your mother’s first time on this Earth, too. And that she had it worse when she was little. But you were little too. What if you inherited your mother’s fleshy crimson anger? Or her blue-warped vision of sadness? 

What if something ever happened to Frankie, and you were left alone to care for your baby?  Could you do it alone? Could you even do it together? What ifs after what ifs. 

You cried out your insecurities to Frankie that night. Shaking and sobbing in his arms as he tried to calm your breathing. You had bared your soul to him, remarking about the childhood you wished you could have had. He kissed the top of your head and held you tight like a boa constrictor, promising that you didn’t have to figure it all out tonight. That he would drop the topic of family until you were truly ready. 

That was over two years ago now. Frankie still had that gleaming light in his eyes when he saw his nephew over holidays, birthdays, or little occasions of visiting with his sister. Soon, you started to have that gleam too. Because you realized it wasn’t only Frankie’s dream to have a family, but was yours too. Because Frankie would be the father of your children. And a brilliant one at that. 

The nerves had faded away with your husband’s endless love. And you were ready this New Year’s Day. 

“Say something,” you urged anxiously, but Frankie was just staring at you with so much love and hope. 

Finally, it hit him. 

He cups your cheeks, thumbing his way up your cheekbone and gently cupping your jawline. “You mean it? You’re ready? Don’t- please don’t do this for me, I could wait a lifetime for you, you hear me?”

You let out a wet little laugh and nod eagerly, holding your hands around his wrists as he came to rest his forehead against yours. “I don’t want to wait anymore, Frankie. I’m ready. We’re ready.” You assured, watching a large smile crash on his face. 

There’s an eagerness when he leans in to kiss you, lips crashing and his hold on you tightening as if you were going to slip out of his embrace. 

“Oh,” you whimper against his mouth, feeling him glide his tongue across your lower lip before he fully envelopes you. It’s needy, it’s desperate, and damn, is it overdue. 

Your fingers wind up into his messy curls, tugging him on top of you as you fell back onto the floor. The heat of the fireplace tickled warmth on your temple, and a certain heat in your belly set in. 

“Can we start now?” He muttered against your mouth, his strong hands palming at your hips as his center matched with your own. 

“Fuck, yes,” you gasp before pulling him in once more, your needy hands grappling at the hem of his shirt and tugging it upwards. 

Unable to help but glance in awe as Frankie sits up on his knees and tosses off his shirt. Holy mother of god, you didn’t realize how much of a perfect dad bod he already possessed. Jesus. 

“I-I don’t even know if I’m ovulating,” you stutter out as your hands messily reach forward, tugging his belt loose and popping the button on his jeans. 

“Don’t care,” Frankie mutters, voice drenched in deep lust as his hungry mouth found yours again. You couldn’t help but melt into his touch and his dirty mouth. 

The man was feral. It was like he was possessed. 

Something in Frankie had flipped. You had just confessed you wanted to start a family and allow him the opportunity to be a father to your children. You’d be their beautiful mother, kind, thoughtful, sweet, and smart. Fuck, he wanted to put this baby in you right now. 

He felt like he was burning for you, worshiping at the altar between your thighs. Saying you were ready with full confidence was something indescribable. And he was ready to show you he was taking this opportunity seriously. 

Frankie wastes no time in stripping you of your clothes, nearly tossing your top into the fireplace with how eager he is. He melts into your body, his half-hard cock sloppily bucking against your thigh in neediness. 

“Lemme put a baby in you, princess, wanna see you carry our child in your perfect body. Fuck,” he muttered as his hand slipped down between your thighs, watching your lips part and make an oh shape. 

Your slick coats his fingers, your thighs already shaking with desperation. 

“Frankie, don’t make me wait, want you to fill me up so fucking bad,” your wavering voice begs as you sit up on your elbows and begin to stoke over his cock. He easily swells in your grasp, growing heavier and heavier. His face clenches as his hips buck into your tight, squeezing hand once more. 

“Goddamit, you’re so fucking perfect,” he rasps as his own hand takes over pumping his cock, gathering it in your slick he had collected and letting out a heavenly moan at the feeling. Pre-cum leaks at his fleshy red tip, jaw tight as he holds his base, beginning to guide the head of his cock up and down your wet center. 

Frankie watches you flinch with a small smirk every time he flicks off your clit. He’s drunk off watching you be ready, watching you take this leap with him, putting your trust in him that he will be the best father to your children. And honestly, he can’t fucking wait any longer. 

Your sharp gasp fills the room, Frankie piercing your walls and filling you to the brim in one heavy thrust. Both of you swallow the other’s moans and groans, eyes tightly closed and mouths agape. 

“That’s it, momma, take me so well,” he hums, a new fantasy forming behind his eyes. 

He wants to see you dripping in his cum, just so he can gently push it all back in with his fingers. His eyes were gold with fire and greed, wanting you to be his in the best way imaginable. 

Ragged pants fill the distance between you both as he steadily rocks his hips into yours. Frankie watches as your hands scrabble for something to hold onto before you finally tug him down and wind your fingers into his dark chocolate curls. 

Sweet whimpers ring into his ear as his thrusts grow in power, caging you protectively in his arms. You weren’t going anywhere. 

“Fuck, Frankie, you’re filling me up,” you cry out, feeling Frankie hit the spot only he can reach, the one that tickles at your cervix and pushes you into another dimension of pleasure. The place where you’re breathless and cloudy, lost in how good he feels. 

Frankie digs his forehead into your temple, looking down at you as his hips repeatedly snap into you. He’s gone wild, a weak little smirk on his face as he thinks about you swollen with his babe inside you a few months down the road. 

“Keep sayin’ that,” Frankie mutters, feeling a rush course through his body like a new high he’s never encountered. He shifts his weight onto his forearm nestled beside your head, his opposite hand snaking delicately between your bodies and starting to create sweet circles around your throbbing clit. You’re soaking wet, feeling your slick splash against his balls every time you both fully connect. 

You’re unsure what he means at first, what to keep saying, your head in the stars as Frankie’s hips nail you to the floor with each heavy thrust. Plus, his finger on your clit is sending you to high heavens. Then it clicks. 

You gulp and refocus, needing to get him there because God, after years of waiting, you want to give him this so badly. 

“Frankie, baby,” you gather your breath and cradle his face, his desperate eyes meeting yours. “I want you t-to use me, fill me with your seed, I wanna feel it. Fuck, want you to be so deep inside me, your cum goes s-straight into my uterus,” you beg.  

Frankie’s thrusts snap methodically faster, a few loose bucks from his hips at first, but now he trying to control himself strategically. 

“Fuck, daddy,” you cry out, digging your head back into the floor as your chin tilts to the ceiling. “Use me as your little breeding whore, dump your cum inside me, want all of it, want all of it so fucking bad!” You whimper as Frankie’s sweet kisses on your jawline turn into nasty nips at your neck, the kind that will flush with dark pigments by tomorrow morning. 

Your hips ache, your body is trembling before him, but he looks so fucking sexy worked up like this. He’s promising with his body that he’s going to make you the mother of his children. 

“Want you so bad momma, m’gonna watch your tits get so fuckin’ big,” he murmurs before his mouth latches onto one of your nipples, slathering it with his spit and swirling around your nub with his perfect tongue. The oversensitivity is so much, you’re so full, he’s going to make you cum before he can even finish off his own load. 

“Fuck,” he moans lowly, a deep grunt releasing from the depths of his throat. “Gonna make such a perfect momma, gonna knock you up so hard, baby,” Frankie groans as he tugs gently at your nipple between his teeth. 

The spark in your stomach suddenly explodes, pushing you over the edge. You wrap your arms around his neck and press his forehead against your own. “Come with me,” you beg, just above a whisper as each thrust he makes is punching the air from your lungs. 

You pace yourself just for him. The faster he moves his fingers around your clit, the closer he is. Overstimulated tears well up in your eyes, your jaw dropping wide as you look at him like he is a God. Frankie’s thrusts were growing sloppy with need, losing their rhythm, your man was so close. Finally, like a dangerous volcano, he erupts inside of you as your walls pulse around him. Both of you come in unison, blasting you with a hot heat across your body. 

You cry out, and Frankie moans loudly into the living room, hearing your name echo along the walls as his hips still momentarily inside you. His warm cum spurts and paints your walls, shooting off multiple times. It’s the hardest he’s ever finished, he’s so deep and filling you to the brim with his white hot seed. 

Lost in a cloud of lust, you think you melt into the floor. His arms shake as he holds himself up by the forearms placed on either side of your head, your sweaty foreheads glistening. Your bodies feel like one. 

With a shaky hand, you reach up and gently brush the hair out of his eyes. Frankie weakly smiles and leans down to press a messy kiss on your lips. You hum softly and keep him there, whimpering as his hips twitch a few final times before he completely stills. You were seeing stars behind your vision as Frankie soothingly brought you back down to Earth. You were so happy. 

“I love you.” He whispers as he presses one last kiss to your mouth, watching your hazy eyes fill with love as he slowly sits up. 

Both of your sweaty bodies peel off of one another, and you hum lowly as he starts to pull himself out. 

Frankie watches in lust-filled amazement as your hole leaks dribbles of his cum. 

He shakes his head with a disapproving hum, parting your legs once more to see his mess, gently using his fingers to push his cum back into your hole. 

You nip at your lower lip, watching as Frankie stares at you like he’s hypnotized, making sure every little drop stays inside of you. 

“Such a good girl for me, momma, keepin’ all my good cum inside you, that’s it,” he hums, finally letting your legs go as he tumbles onto his back beside you on the floor. 

His hand holds yours as you stare at the ceiling in bliss. 

“We’re trying for a baby.” He whispers with an indescribable amount of happiness. 

You nod as you snuggle into his side, feeling his strong arm wrap around your shoulders to keep you close to him. “We’re trying for a baby.” You repeat back to him, your fingers gently weaving through his dense dark chest hair. 

“I have a name for the baby.” He murmurs, fantasizing about your future together already. 

“Yeah, what’s that?” 

“Frankie Jr.”

“No.” You quickly cut off. 

Both of your heads fall back in laughter, feeling so secure next to your best friend who has promised you a family and a future, all laced with love. And for that, you were hopeful for the New Year. 

[friendlies-af]

What have I done?

In short, @strangeaxel inspired me to draw in the Rebornica's style. This artist does some cool ask with guards, so go check it out! Meanwhile, I'll show you what I've got. I drew according to my AU, I was interested in how my designs would look in this style, so something may be different.

At first I just wanted to draw Jeremy. I like the way he looks with eyes. Mike, in my opinion, hasn't changed at all! 🤣 And Vincent… in addition to the hairstyle, I left his pupils.

"Who's your favorite guard?", "Fritz", "Then why don't you draw him more?" Okay, let's fix it! And oh my god, I love the end result! 🥰 In the process I even wanted to color him, aaaah… I'm melting…. 😩💜

Mike's daddy issues goes brrr. ... And Alex (Scott's eldest son, let me remind you) in the last minutes of his life.

I'll tell you more about Kevin someday. In the meantime, I'll show you him in a trainee's scarf. I also wanted to draw the Purple Bros to show their differences.

And regular PurplePhones, nothing unusual.

I really enjoyed this experiment. I might make a separate column out of it, but I'm not sure. For now, this will be a one-off post. ....I need more practice.

[greenhaired-gremlin]

rewatching HH pt 3

WEE DAD BEAT DAD MY SECOND FAVORITE EPISODE LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOO

the intro is a bop tho. i literally never skip it

Charlie having an unhealthy sleep schedule is so real

"Kill everyone?' real honestly

"you got daddy issues?" his smirk I'm dead

EMO CHARLIE

LUCIFER MY MENTALLY ILL NEURODIVERGENT LOML

the scripting before answering is so real

niffty in the background just chilling (literally acting like Alastor)

Pen's (i can't spell his name help) fuckin OwO face constantly

"TAKE THAT DEPRESSION" real

Al plotting

LUCI GREETING ALL THE CREATURES MAKES ME SO HAPPY "KEEKEE" OWO

AL: meets literal king of hell - immediately insults him

Luci canonly being the first person to make Al say the fuck word

the roaches fucking while Charlie is showing Luci the parlor

ok you can't tell me Luci didn't realize Vaggie was an angel like halfway through and just didn't say anything

Hell's Greatest Dad is such a vibe. Luci's little spin im sjhbdhjsd

DEVIL WENT DOWN TO GEORGIA REFERENCE (its funny cause i live in Georgia hehe)

"sadly there are times a birth parent is a dud" can confirm

Husk's face when Mimzy shows up he rlly is just like "fuck this bullshit"

Alastor is very annoyed by Mimzy you can tell. in the back he's just like -v-

THE BEEZLEJUICE SIGN IN THE BACKGROUND GHSBYGASDYG

WOO ALASTOR LORE

okay so its implied that Alastor killed most, if not all, of the overlords when he showed up, but Zestial and Carmilla are known to have BEEN THERE FOR A WHILE... so im curious if he knew he couldn't kill them or if they made an unofficial deal

okay i love Al as a character but husk and his convo scene makes me so mad

al is terrifying

THE JAZZ AS AL WALKS AWAY

husk shaking like a cat i have so many headcanons for husk rn (lmk if anyone wants them...)

HOLY SHIT WHEN LUCI'S TALKING ABOUT HEAVEN VAGGIE LOOKS AWAY GUILTILY

vaggie speaking Spanish

HUSK JUST -_- this entire episode is so relatable

PEN SAVING NIFFTY

okay but the doubling voice when Al uses his power. makes brain go brrr

Charlie: defending Al

Al: literally dropping a loan shark down his throat in the back

Al being done with Mimzy is so important to me. probably gonna post a full thing on it cause it's actually a really vital thing

Husk and Angel eating popcorn. me too besties

More Than Anything hits me right in the daddy issues i literally almost cried that first time i watched it.

okay but Lilith taking Charlie away? i really think there's something between Luci and Lilith that we don't know bc like... what?

"I've missed that smile" IJHWBUYSHYBYHS

"I'm grateful you're my daughter/father" UGH RLLY CALLING MY DADDY ISSUES OUT

PROUD DAD PROUD DAD PROUD DAD PROUD DAD PROUD-

Vaggie at the end is just like oh fuck

[sweetcloverheart]

You know, thinking about it some more, by "Derision"'s own premise - Marinette should have absolutely hated (or at least distrusted) Adrien day one regardless of the Umbrella apology, because him being friends with Chloe would have been the major issue/deal breaker. The moment she hears he's Chloe's childhood friend, she would have been doing utmost to avoid him at every turn despite him being so nice to her (After all, Kim was nice to her too, and look what happened there) because all the apparent deepseated trauma Chloe's prank left her.

Also, by extension, the class would have distrusted him too (and Kim maybe)? This is a dude that's apparently besties with the girl who's been harassing them for years and made their beloved favorite classmate go through a super traumatizing event the year before. A good majority of Adrien's first few months at Francois Dupount should have been the miraclass all avoiding him and playing interference whenever he tried to interact with Marinette, with the only minor exceptions being Nino (Who is the goodest of boys and also wasn't in the same class as Mari and Co when it happened but really should know regardless considering Chloe videotaped it and put it online?), Alya (Who just transferred in and likely wouldn't know what's happening either), and Chloe+Sabrina (The former of whom is more than happy that the losers are keeping away from her precious Adrichou! More of him for her then!). (And maybe also Kim? He probably sees it as Adrien going through what he did after the prank and deciding to buddy up/help him out since "nobody here knows how to take a joke")

Meanwhile, Adrien would feel so confused and isolated because his class all just hates him for some reason and he has no clue what he might of did to make them all mad at him? And it just makes school feel like home except 100 times worst because at least he (thinks he) knows why his dad often ignores and avoids him. And speaking of, he can't go to him about the problem because he'll just use the class's actions as an excuse to lock him back up in the manor for homeschool because it just "proves" he was completely right about Adrien not being safe at public school, and Chloe's no good either because her "help" (i.e Calling daddy or the principal to take away a class privilege or get a trip/activity cancelled those mean losers made her precious Adrien sad - so fix it or else!) ends up just worsening the divide, so he's basically on his own except for Plagg (who sadly can't really intervene in a way that would actually solve the issue). It also ends up funneling into making his crush on Ladybug 220% more codependent because it's literally one of the very few relationships he has where he isn't being treated like a leaper, idol, or a nuisance...except it turns out she also hates Adrien - but that's fine, because Chat Noir hates Adrien too! Dude's just the worst, don't you think my lady? So everything fine because they can hate Adrien together and bond through that (self hatred and poor coping mechanisms go brrr~)!

Basically the first 2 and a half seasons should have played out like an "Enemies!AU" where Marinette and most of the Miraclass is convinced Adrien is Chloe's new vice chief bully and act accordingly as Adrien desperately tries (and fails) to make friends and figure out why everyone dislikes him so much, while the Ladynoir side has the two bonding over how much they hate that lame blonde modeling twink from the magazines.

...Ah crap, now I want to make an AU.