#dadward

[lordvonbunnyv]

Edward: *holds up baby Thomas* this is my beautiful baby angel boy who has done nothing wrong in his entire life, and is the sweetest little angel ever. *kisses top of head*

Edward: *holds up baby Bill and Ben* and these two have a warrant for their arrest in three countries.

[rafessecret]

Omg I need dadward and brother rafe rn pleas

⋆˚࿔ doll¡ reader && rafe cameron with ward cameron

YOUR FINGERS, THIER FILTHY SECRET.

He shouldn’t have clicked the link.

It was just some random file on the family computer, auto-saved deep inside your folder—buried beneath school essays, old birthday collages, selfies in sunlit rooms with that innocent smile of yours. He thought it’d be nothing. Thought it’d be safe. But when the screen loads, his lungs seize.

It’s you.

The footage is grainy, dimly lit by the amber glow of your bedside lamp, shadows dancing across your walls like voyeurs themselves. You’re tucked up on your bed in the softest little pyjamas—those barely-there shorts riding up your thighs, your tank top tight enough to cling to your tits, no bra underneath, nipples poking through the cotton. It’s the kind of thing you wear around the house without thinking twice.

But you’re not being innocent tonight. Ward’s eyes narrow, his whole body going still as your fingers slip beneath your waistband, slow and secretive like you're trying not to be heard. His cock gives an angry twitch. He shouldn't be seeing this. He shouldn’t want to see this.

But fuck, he does.

Your lips part in a shaky sigh, your head tipping back against the pillow as you drag your fingers over your cunt, lazy and tentative. Testing yourself. Dipping low, teasing that soaked little spot between your thighs like you don’t even know how sinful you look. Ward’s hand hovers over the mouse, frozen—but the other drifts lower, slow and deliberate, palming the heavy bulge in his pants with a shuddering groan.

You’re so soft. So needy. Hips lifting in these tiny, desperate rolls, seeking more pressure, more friction. Your lashes flutter, mouth falling open around the sweetest breathy moan—and it punches the air out of his lungs. Because he knows that sound. He’s heard you hum over morning coffee, giggle on the phone, and whisper sleepy thanks as you pad through the kitchen in those stupid fuzzy socks. But this? This is new. This is a version of you no one’s supposed to see.

❝Fuck,❞ he growls, breath hitched as he rips his belt open and drags his slacks down just far enough to free himself. His cock is thick, flushed, already leaking—and he strokes it with a tight grip, slow and cruel, matching the rhythm of your fingers. His mind spins with images: you, pinned beneath him and soaking wet, those shy little moans strangled by his mouth as he pushes you past your breaking point. Did you know the camera was on? Did you mean for this to be saved? Maybe it was an accident. Maybe you’re that careless.

Or maybe—maybe you wanted someone to see. Wanted him to see.

His jaw clenches. The idea makes his cock twitch in his fist. Maybe you’d be embarrassed. Maybe you’d cry if you knew. Or maybe you'd whimper and hide your face and beg him not to stop even as you blushed, thighs spread and shaking for more. Maybe you liked the idea of being watched. Corrupted. Caught.

And god, you’re so close now—hips stuttering, breath quickening. One hand still working between your legs, the other clamped over your mouth, failing to smother the whimper that slips out. That’s what ruins him. The sound. The sight of you completely unravelling, legs tensed, chest heaving, body jerking as you cum on your fingers like a good little mess.

Ward’s head falls back with a broken groan, ropes of cum spilling across his fist, his belly, and his slacks. His muscles tense, vision going white-hot with pleasure as he fucks his hand through the waves, biting down a grunt as he rides it out. Silence settles thick after the storm.

The video ends. He breathes hard, blinking at the dark screen like it personally offended him. His heart still hammers. His cock twitches in the cooling air. Slowly, he wipes himself up, zips his pants, and clears the browser history like a man possessed.

But that video? That stays.

He even makes a copy.

Just in case you ever need reminding of who’s watching.

Rafe finds it by accident. Or maybe not. Maybe he was snooping through your folders again, looking for something—anything—to get off to. You’d left your laptop open, humming through sleep mode like it wanted to be touched. And Rafe? He always touches. The video isn’t labelled, just tucked into a folder with your name on it. When he opens it and the grainy light flickers to life, his breath stutters.

It’s you. Soft and pretty in those tiny pyjamas, legs spread, hand between your thighs. The moment your fingers drag through your slick, Rafe nearly chokes on a groan. ❝Fuck,❞ he whispers, already hard under the covers. He’s in bed, lights off, the house quiet—nobody around to hear the filthy sounds you make. The breathy little whimper you try to smother with your hand? It kills him. His cock throbs.

Because this wasn’t for just anyone. It wasn’t random. It wasn’t careless. You made this for him. You knew he’d find it. Knew he’d watch it with his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself to the sight of you coming apart like that. His fist pumps slow and tight, tip flushed and leaking, matching your pace. He can’t tear his eyes away. ❝Fuckin’ knew you were mine,❞ he growls through clenched teeth, hips twitching. ❝Knew it, baby. You wanted me to see.❞

When you cum, shaking and whimpering like a dream, Rafe spills with a broken sound—hot, thick ropes painting his stomach as he bucks into his hand. His chest heaves, mind spinning. He watches the whole thing again before bed. Saves a copy to his phone. Just like his old man did.

Neither of them knows the other’s watching.

But you? You know exactly what you’re doing.

And who it’s for.

── ⋆ 𝐲𝐚𝐩 : okay, not gonna lie, I’m a little unsure about this one, but I figured I’d give it a shot. hope it’s not too much, but if you’re into the dirty stuff, I think you’ll like it.

── ⋆ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 : @scne-vampire , @faiyaz555

©RAFESSECRET ⋆˚࿔ est. 2025

[dullahandyke]

However word of warning there are 3 characters named Edward and 4 named Henry so u better come up w nicknames for them

I do recommend requiem of the rose king BUT only to watch with friends with whom you can exclaim 'WHAT THE FUCK' when things happen. One of the they gave Richard iii an arc where he became a sub bf to a yaoilicious duke and he got a boob window

[maedhrus]

i love a good pregnancy fic. tell me more about that one please! 💙

it is my completely self-indulgent joplittle omegaverse series that exists purely to justify edward and thomas as doting parents (dadward little reigns supreme) with gentle angst regarding concepts of motherhood and fatherhood

it’s currently three chapters long with six planned but i may or may not go over that limit. the next chapter i’m working on started from thomas’ pov but i might actually change it

a snippet for those interested:

The shopkeeper was an old, haunted sort of woman. Her face deeply wrinkled and pinched, her brogue lilting far different from Crozier’s — higher and more clipped — but her eyes had shone with desperation when Edward’s coin appeared. She brought the penguin, speaking of the fine craftsmanship of Irish hands, the endurance of its quality. Then, the life that had come to her faded as she spoke of her husband whose hands had crafted it, wasted away a half-year ago along with three of their four children.

She took Edward’s money and all but pushed him from the shop yet, before the door closed behind him, she spoke softly but earnestly, and bid his leanbh good health and long life.

Edward so earnestly prayed for the same.

He brought the toy penguin home to Kent and planned to present it to his newborn son or daughter as soon as he was able.

His son or daughter. God, Edward was soon to be granted one. He had such grand visions of them. Little noses that would one day grow into Thomas’ sloping shape. Wide smiles that accompanied full laughs. A son he would hike high on his shoulders, a daughter he would sit with and read to. The children of his dreams were so real he could feel their downy hair against his palms. How dearly lucky Edward was.

[ikoarts]

The Seagull and the Jailbird

After a plot-gone-wrong splits up a group of thieves, and leaves the young delinquent, Sonny, in the hands of the police, Edward, as usual, makes it his mission to help the boy find his footing and to mould him into an upstanding member of society. Suddenly in an odd position where he is given a chance to change and to live the life he's always wanted, rather than the one he was born into, Sonny is now facing one of the biggest challenges yet - freedom.

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Very excited to start posting this, it's been awhile in the works! The first chapter of my TTTE fic, The Seagull and the Jailbird <3

If you like angst, dadward, cosy vibes, and Sonny actually getting some much needed backstory, this one's for you! Hope you enjoy!

[gey-beans]

Dadward Elric with a squishy tummy. His hair tied up in a messy bun as he tries to get his kid to eat instead of throwing food everywhere. He's got eyebags and looks like shit, but hasn't been happier in his life. He's running on 4 hours of sleep each day yet has all the energy in the world to crawl around on the floor with his kid.

He could be fast asleep one moment, then racing towards the crib to help his baby within a second. He stays up for the next hour rocking them to sleep again.

[crystalkitty1220]

ALRIGHT SO IM WORKING ON PUTTING ALL OF THE SCREENSHOTS INTO ONE PHOTO BECAUSE OF THE PHOTO LIMIT BUT DADWARD CONFIRMED IN GTIBVS

Wait did Edward get genderbent?

[happyspookysteamer]

Edward's back story Pls

I'm still working out the kinks in the Story and I drew some pictures of Edward and the people that had a big influence on him in his life but to some it up... Edward comes from Barrow island in Barrow in Furness. He and his parents lived in a small flat in Ship Steet.

Edward's father worked at the steelworks and his mother worked in the house. Edward also has several siblings but they were not close except for his younger brother George Jr. Monika gave Edward the most stress as she was always getting Edward into trouble. Most of the time Edward was with his grandfather as his father was not very kind to him and his mother was distant towards him. He also went to school in Barrow Island but he often skipped school. His best friends were Margret and Nicolas, with whom he spent most of his time, from childhood to young adulthood. For a time during the First World War Edward was in the army. After that when he came home his friends were gone and his grandfather had died. Nicolas moved away for work and Margret had married and moved somewhere else too.

He left Barrow Island and joined the circus where he performed as a multi-talent in several shows including trapeze performances. His performing partner was a lady named Clarisse. Together they were considered the star performers and made a good team. They married after two years but the marriage broke down after one year because Clarisse was unfaithful and deceitful.

Edward left the circus and joined the railway at Barrow. He was mentored by a man called Edgar. He taught young Edward everything he needed to know about steam engines and the railway. He also taught him patience and honesty and Edward saw in him a father he didnt really have growing up. Edward was offered a job on the island of Sodor. With a little motivation from Edgar he accepted the offer and became a train driver on the North Western railway.

On Sodor, the best time of Edward's life had begun and he had found a real family there. He became a father figure to several young railwaymen, including Thomas. Edward also inspired his oldest, Cyrill, to become a train driver himself. He is also a good uncle to his niece, George Jr's daughter Faith. (Headcanon: Edward outlived his parents and his siblings out of spite)

[lordvonbunnyv]

Edward: *wakes up at tidmouth sheds*

Edward: something’s off

James: what?

Edward: something is not right here, I can feel it

James: what are you talking about? What’s not right?

Edward: please be quiet for a moment.

Edward: ……..

James: *is very confused*

Thomas: *has just woken up* Edward? Is everything okay?

Edward: no, something here is not right. I can feel it in my boiler.

Thomas: James?

James: don’t ask me.

Edward: …..

Edward: *bolts out of the shed and runs to his branchline* WILLIAM AND BENJAMIN THE CHINA CLAY PIT TWINS!!!

[lordvonbunnyv]

I mean, the prongs do look small enough to fit in someone’s ear. Don’t know if they can fit into the ear canal, but I’m sure it could definitely get the outer ear.

Just imagine Ben about to stick it in Bill’s ear, and then Dadward runs over freaking out before Ben could perform his electro shock therapy on Bill.

Okay, imagine bill and Ben getting their hands on one of these and taking turns zapping each other while giggling like Beavis and Butthead.

Oh hell nah, why do I think they would try sticking it in the place where the sun don't shine- 💀

[bovivinator]

So obviously Ed and Winry are going to love their own kids dearly and work hard to give them the consistent support and stability that they (especially Ed) had to grow up without. And I love that for them! But I also like to think that their experiences as orphans, their individual compassionate natures, and the examples they had in Winry’s parents and the Hughes and Curtis families, will lead to them taking in orphans and refugees, and their home becoming a haven for all sorts of abandoned and neglected children. And with Amestris being heavily wounded from generations of war, there are sure to be plenty of those in need of shelter and care.

[caronaro-flipaclip]

'My child's on fire-"

SORRY, SOME DADWARD BEING WORRIED.

HIS SON IS A CANDLE.

[spicywatson]

they’re good dads brent

[maedhrus]

dear helen if you would like to do so: I am obsessed with your domestic joplittle and would love to hear more abt that au of an au with twins Susan and David, this is totally an invitation to just ramble about it! I love Dadward Little, you have them so right, I can’t stop thinking abt these two as adorable exhausted first time parents

OH i'm so glad to hear that because my brain is absolutely consumed by them!! it's very flattering to hear that someone is obsessed with these kids i forced into being!

the au of an au is really just my excuse to give joplittle kids because i am similarly possessed by the idea of edward and thomas as parents. i vary between an a/b/o setting and simply transing thomas' gender (because genderqueer thomas jopson is so special to ME) but either way, susan and david little are twins born in 1852, susan being older by eight minutes. david's middle name (michael. if yk yk) is just one that edward and thomas liked because there are Too Many male friends and relatives to choose a name from. susan's middle name is jane for edward's sister (who i hc as his twin after reading it in a couple of other fics and falling in love with edward as a twin.)

susan is a Mini Edward except for when's she's angry wherein she is possessed by thomas jopson sensibilities and guard-dog behaviours. david is a mix of both parents, but looks like edward when he frowns and thomas when he laughs. he's also got a bit more of a temper. despite being fraternal twins, they very much look like siblings, sharing dark but wavy hair and pale eyes. they have their parents absolutely besotted from day one.

i usually hc thomas' home life being pretty troubled growing up so he frequently can't believe that he gets to have a stable family unit; he teaches them both needlework but susan takes to it more, partially due to her greater patience. for edward, he can hardly believe that someone wants to marry him never mind have kids with him so he's occasionally struck with disbelief over how incredible his children are, but attributes this mainly to thomas. david absolutely idolises edward and aspires to similarly become a commander in the navy when he grow up (he does join the navy, but eventually becomes disillusioned with it). also Dadward Little is CORRECT he's very good at it!! he carries them on his shoulder and reads them stories! thomas sewed all their baby clothes himself

susan had a really bad bout of pneumonia when she was around ten and the doctors weren't optimistic about her odds. david completely withdrew into himself during this time, not even wanting his parents to hold him. edward and thomas were similarly distraught, with thomas refusing to move from her bedside. luckily, she recovered, but never really seemed to regain her full strength. less traumatically, david was once racing a friend to climb a tree, slipping and breaking his arm. he was more embarrassed than anything.

they live in ashford and are a happy, stable family and i love them all!

(occasionally i do have thomas and susan dying as a result of birth complications but that's mainly to feed my own personal angst enjoyment. in this au, edward is at his saddest and dampest and loves david with everything he can possibly, humanly offer. i do have some stuff written for this au.)

[neine]

Dadoug Edadward and Stedade

Stede's kids would put their biological father as the lamest on the father scale ngl

[suchgotham]

Ed, Oswald, and there son Martin. I need the cute family. I love DADWALD, and DADWARD.

BADLY DRAWN GOTHAM FANARTS AT YOUR SERVICE!