#he radiates dilf energy

[ace-avian]

This is a change from my usual posts but I need to rant about my favourite musical but not a musical EPIC

I think about silly things sometimes because this musical makes me sad-

I like to imagine in Suffering when the sirens say ‘daughter’, it’s not just because they didn’t know he had a son and also sirens in Greek mythology are just female so they had to say daughter-

But also the fact that they took one look at Odysseus and went “yeah. He’s a girl dad.”

This distracts me from the pain :)

[hischierhoney]

Someday ⊹₊⟡⋆

Nico Hischier x reader // masterlist

summary: an overheard comment at a team party has Nico spiraling about the future- in the best kind of way. 2.9k

or: stache!nico looks like a dilf so I wrote a breeding kink fic. nobody perceive me.

warnings: 18+ minors dni, breeding kink but like. in a for fun way not an actually trying to get pregnant way, unprotected sex, strong language, mentions of future pregnancy

i blame cece & sabrina carpenter

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” Nico asks, his voice ringing out through the softly lit kitchen.

You hum, shaking soapy water off your hands into the sink. “Gonna have to be more specific, babe.”

You figure he’s probably talking about something you said when you were at the Lazar’s house for a football game watch party. He’s been a bit pensive ever since you got home, a bit lost in his own head. Not in a bad way- you know the man well enough to know he’s not upset. He’s just been thinking. When you turn to face him in the kitchen, his bottom lip is pink, like he’s been biting at it, and his brows are slightly furrowed. But his eyes are soft. Warm.

He leans on the island, hands splayed against the granite. He’s studying you. You wrack your brain for what you might’ve said earlier to make him spiral like this. Was it the chilli you asked for the recipe for, or the team you decided to cheer for? Was it your comment about the summer in Switzerland, how you missed it already? Was it-

“You were in the kitchen,” he says. “You were helping feed the baby.”

You blink, your heart fluttering slightly. It’d been one of his teammates’ wives, and she’d been trying to juggle the baby and her toddler, trying to soothe both of them. You’d offered to help, willingly tucked the baby into your arms and gave them a bottle. She’d smiled at you, eyes alight with mischief.

“You’re a natural,” she’d said. “You want one of your own someday?”

You’d nodded, without even thinking about it. “Someday,” you’d agreed. “Nico would make such a good dad. Especially with the mustache, my god.”

She’d laughed. You had, too. And then you’d moved on. You hadn’t even realized Nico had heard it.

“You were eavesdropping,” you tease, gently.

He grins sheepishly. “You looked pretty. With the baby.”

He’s treading lightly. You are, too.

“Had to try and match your DILF energy,” you tell him. When he cocks his head, you continue. “You know. Dad I’d like to-“

“I know,” he interrupts, his cheeks going pink. “You- I… you meant it, though?”

You blink. “Yeah, Neeks. We’ve talked about that, remember? Said we were both open to kids, eventually.”

He nods, swallows. “Yeah. In general. We- when we talked it was so… early. But today you said-“

He pauses. You take a good look at him- really look. The flush on his cheeks, the spread of his palms against the counter. His dark, wide eyes. And suddenly, you think you know.

“Today I said you’d make a good dad,” you fill in, and he blinks, slowly. “Especially with the mustache.”

He rumbles out a laugh, his thumb rubbing against the counter. You push yourself away from your spot and round the island, so you’re within arms reach of him. You can practically feel the heat radiating off his body. Warm like a sunny afternoon.

“I meant it,” you add. His shoulders shake, almost imperceptibly. “Did you like that, baby?”

His eyelids flutter, lashes tangling against his cheeks. “I like you.”

He’s deflecting. You laugh, and without any real effort, you slip under his arm to stand between him and the counter. He’s bracketing you in now, one arm on each side, staring down at you. You can feel the rise and fall of his chest with every breath. You can feel the weight of his gaze. You can feel the tension rolling off of him- good tension. Like a late summer storm, waiting to break.

You reach up and wind your hands around his neck. He shivers, then repeats the motion when you toy with the ends of his hair where they brush against his neck.

“You can tell me anything, you know,” you say. “I wanna know.”

He leans forward and brushes a chaste kiss to your forehead before he speaks. “I liked it. You saying that.”

You hum and tug on his hair, just slightly. “Yeah?”

He swallows and nods. “Yeah. Maybe a little too much. I mean. I know, someday, you know. Now isn’t the time for… for a baby. But…”

You can feel your face grow warm, feel your own pupils grow wide, feel the way you’re leaning into him already. The tension crackles underneath your skin.

“There’s always time to… practice,” you tell him.

That seems to be all the permission he needs, really. His hands fly from the counter to your hips, cold from the granite but warming up quickly. He leans down to capture your mouth in a heady kiss, one that has you feeling desperate within seconds. He presses you close against the island, then presses himself close to you, close enough that you can feel how hard he is underneath his sweatpants. You gasp against his lips, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, hot and insistent and needy.

His hands on your hips slip lower, lower, lower, until he’s cupping your ass, hauling you up and away from the counter. You squeal against his lips when he lifts you up, pulling at your legs to wrap around his waist. It changes the angle, lifts your head higher than his, and you cup his face in your hands to kiss him again, relishing in the soft groan he lets out.

He carries you to the bedroom by memory alone, and you bite back a laugh when he bumps into the wall slightly on the way. You’re not laughing much longer, though, when he stumbles his way to the bed and tosses you down onto it. You yelp, landing with a slight bounce, eyes suddenly wide open as you stare up at him. His shoulders are heaving, eyes wild, mustache sitting proudly above his kiss reddened lips. He’s hesitating.

You reach for the hem of your shirt. “You’re gonna make a hot dad, you know. Mustache and all.”

The groan he lets out is deep and ragged. He lurches towards the bed to lean over you, his hands braced on either side of your head. You grin up at him, happily. He has a smirk on his lips when he reaches down and rips your hands away from the hem of your shirt, pinning them above your head easily, both wrists between one hand. You sigh, flutter your eyelashes at him, and arch your back towards him.

“Let me,” he says. “Let me take care of you.”

You shudder beneath him as the smirk turns to a full on grin. He keeps your hands pinned above your head, but his other hand skates down your body, replacing yours at the hem of your shirt. He toys with the fabric before he slips his hand underneath to brush over your skin. His hands are heated, now, as he shoves the shirt up your body, leaving you exposed to him. You feel yourself growing hazier.

“You take good care of me, always,” you tell him, grinning up at him. “Gonna take such good care of us.”

He groans at that, a guttural sound that has fire licking up your spine. You whine, squirming on the bed beneath him, trying to reach for him, to hold on, to pull him close. He lets out a laugh, keeps your hands pinned, and his other hand slips over to lay flat against your stomach. He holds you down against the bed. Your breath hitches.

“Gonna feel me right here,” he says- promises. “Gonna make you mine.”

He gets your clothes off quickly after that. His clothes follow yours into a pile on the floor. The moment of distraction lets you shift on the bed, wiggling your way up towards the pillows. You roll over, half onto your stomach, reaching towards the headboard to pull yourself farther. Nico doesn’t seem to like that- his hands land on your now bare hips, and he yanks, leaving you yelping and giggling as he pulls you back down towards the end of the bed. There’s laughter on his lips when he finds you again, when he climbs up onto the mattress with you, when he engulfs you, his lips meeting yours again, hot and wet and intoxicating.

He’s more rushed than usual, more frantic. His hand slips between your legs to cup your cunt, groaning at what he finds there. You know you’re soaked- how could you not be, when he looks like that and talks like that and kisses you like that. His fingers drift toward your center, his thumb brushing against your clit, and you whine. You reach up to hold onto him, your hands clawing at his shoulders as he teases you.

“Just want you to fuck me,” you admit, voice high and breathy. “C’mon, Nico-“

“Jesus,” he mutters, dragging his lips against your jaw, his mustache scraping against your skin. “Gonna be the death of me.”

He takes his time, touching you until you’re a whining mess beneath him. When he finally gives in, finally takes his cock in his hand and leans close, you’re practically begging him for it. You can see the way his lashes flutter against his cheeks- he’s feeling it too. He brushes the head of his cock over your center and chews on his bottom lip. The noise he lets out when he sinks into you is close to a sigh. Like he’s relieved. When you look up at him through half lidded eyes, he’s watching you. Watching your face. His brow ticks, and you wonder what he sees there. If he can see the way you’re already falling apart.

He splays his hand across your stomach again- you whimper and squirm beneath him, if only to test the way he’s pinning you down. He sighs, again.

“You take me so well,” he coos.

You keen, your eyelids fluttering shut at the words. When he bottoms out, you hear the groan that leaves his lips, and then you feel it when he ducks his head to mouth at your collarbone. He stays put for a moment, the stubble on his jaw brushing against the sensitive skin of your chest.

Then, he starts to rock his hips, and along with that, he starts to run his mouth.

Nico’s always been a talker, at least towards you- outside of bed and in bed. It’s one of your favorite things about him. On a bad day, he can take your mind off things with a long winded ramble. In bed, he can keep up a running commentary of dirty talk that sends you careening towards the edge far faster than you ever have. But if you’d thought it was something good before, now…

“That’s a good girl,” he groans, grinding against you on the end of a roll of his hips. “Gonna take me so well, huh? Gonna let me fill you up, yeah?”

You cry out beneath him on the next thrust, arching off the bed again, trying to wrap your legs around his waist to keep him there. It’s no use. He keeps you pinned, his hand pressing into your thigh to hold you open for him, his other hand still pressed against your stomach.

“Fuck,” he mutters, panting openly against your chest. “Oh, fuck. Good girl. So good for me.”

You reach up and bury your fingers in his hair, to tug and pull and hold. He groans, again, rolling his hips against yours slowly. You pull, again, with a whine.

“Please,” you mumble, into the open air above you. “Need it, Nico.”

He huffs. And then he really starts to talk, punctuating his sentences with lazy but pointed rolls of his hips. He tells you how good you looked that day, how you’d made his imagination run wild. He tells you how he pictured this. He tells you how someday, he’s going to have you like this for real, take you like this over and over again until it works, until you make him a dad. He cradles your face in his palm and kisses you, lets his hand slip down to hold your throat, and tells you how good you’ll look when he’s finished with you, when he’s left his mark.

You don’t realize the repeated pleas that hang in the air are coming from you until he’s shushing you, gently.

“Please what, baby?” He asks, voice soft and sweet, bordering on patronizing. “Tell me what you need, anything you need.”

He rolls his hips again, shuddering when he presses deep. You bite back a wail, your skin on fire. Your hands have found anchor points now, one twisted in the duvet beneath you, the other clinging to his shoulder, sure to leave marks there. The same way he’s going to leave marks on you. The way he’s going to bury himself deep and come inside of you and-

“Please, Nico,” you cry out, cherishing the way his breath stutters in his chest. “I need it. Need you. Need you to fuck me and fill me up and take me- any way you want, just- please, please-“

He smothers the rest of your words with another kiss. You whine into his mouth, let his tongue twist against yours as you melt into the bed. And, as he’d said, he does exactly as you asked. His thrusts pick up speed, pick up intensity, pick up a new edge. He plants his hands beside your head and takes. When he breaks the kiss, gasping for air against your cheek, you open your eyes to look up at him. His pupils are dark and wide, a feral grin on his lips.

You can feel it coming, can feel yourself teetering on the edge. “Oh, Nico,” you whine.

“I’ve got you,” he promises.

He reaches for one of your hands and pulls it to your stomach. He presses his hand over the back of yours, using your own palm to pin you to the bed. You choke on your next breath-it all feels so intense, so heady, so overwhelming.

“Gonna fill you up,” he promises through a groan. “nd then m’gonna do it again. And again. As many times as it takes. And you’re gonna be good for me, aren’t you-“

“Nico,” you gasp,clinging tightly to him. “M’gonna-“

“I know,” he coos. “Just let go, baby. M’right there with you, just-“

When you come around him, he buries himself deep and follows suit. The coil snaps for both of you, and the air is filled with a mix of your sounds. The shockwaves of your orgasm roll through you, and you can feel him coming deep inside you, pulsing and twitching, the way he promised he would, while your vision goes white.

You collapse back onto the bed, utterly spent. He follows quickly after, blanketing you with his body, his face buried in your neck. Your ears ring, loudly, and leftover stars dance in your vision. When you finally come back around, you realize he’s mumbling words into your skin. A mix of English and Swiss German, barely coherent-

“So good for me, schatz, so- verdammte hölle. Take me so well. My good girl. Gonna knock you up. Someday. Someday I’ll do this for real. Eines tages, baby.”

“Nico,” you gasp out, again, and he lifts his head, resting his chin against your collarbone, atop his hand.

“There she is,” he says. “You okay?”

You nod frantically. “So good. That was so good.”

He nods in agreement and rests his cheek against his hand, blinking up at you softly. “It’s like your song.”

You blink, frowning at him. “Huh? My song?”

He nods, drumming his fingers against your collarbone. “You know. The Sabrina one. I might let you make me Juno. That song.”

You blink wildly, your heart twisting, squirming beneath him. Because yeah, you know the song. The one about being so in love you’d let him get you pregnant. One of me is cute, but two though? You’ve had it stuck in your head for days, have been humming it nearly nonstop. Of course he noticed.

“I would, you know,” you tell him. “I’d let you.”

He rumbles out a laugh, eyelids fluttering against his cheeks again. “Good. Stop squirming. Stay put. Gotta make sure it takes.”

You shiver. “Nico.”

You know he knows you’re on birth control. You know he’s not really being serious. But god, it’s hot to think about it. To hear him say it. To feel him pin you to the bed with one hand, his other hiking your leg over his hip.

In response, he rolls his hips against yours, still buried inside of you. You quiver, your hands flying up to his shoulders, nails already scraping at his skin.

“Nico,” you sigh, though you have a feeling it’s no use. “S’too much. Can’t.”

He hums against your collarbone and repeats the motion. Then he reaches up, grabs your wrists, and pulls them down against the bed. He intertwines his fingers with yours, hands next to your head.

“Yes, you can,” he says. “You always take me so well, you can give me one more.”

You whine, but you’re nodding, too.

“Someday,” he adds. “I’ll do this for real. And I’ll do it over and over until it works. M’never gonna get enough of you. Could never get enough.”

You whine his name again. He shushes you, soft and warm.

“I’ve got you,” he says. “Always do, always will.“

His thrusts are lazy, rhythmless. He’s in no hurry this time. He’s got all the time he wants. You melt into the bed and dream of someday.

…..

a/n: thank you for reading! come scream about mustache!nico with me in the inbox!

[mykneeshurt]

Pride

Thank you to @ave661 for the eye candy

Price x AFAB!reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, daddy kink, praise kink, semi-public sex, p in v, oral f receiving, oral m receiving, unprotected sex

Reader is early 30s Price is 38 … though in my mind he’s 100% 45 lmao man radiates dilf energy

This isn’t proof read … I love chaos

It’s started as a joke, a tongue in cheek joke aimed towards you Captain over some celebratory drinks in the local pub. It had been a hard mission, alcohol was a must after what you’d been through as a team. It was the middle of December, fairy lights hung above the bar as a roaring fire lit up the snug corner of the pub.

Drinks were flowing, the atmosphere was cosy and conversation was easy. You were sat in the middle of your Captain and your Lieutenant. Their wide bodies crowded you in the booth as you relaxed into the warmth of their firm muscles. As you were drinking Gaz came running up to the table ‘right, I’m off.’ He had a smirk on his face as he downed the last of his pint, noticing a woman stood by the door you threw him a wink ‘she’s very pretty Gaz. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.’

Soon after Johnny slipped away, telling you he was meeting up with an old friend. Even your stoic Lieutenant had been making eyes at a lucky woman at the bar. Turning to your Captain, your head swimming in alcohol you pouted at him. ‘What’s the matter cap? Worried you’re a bit too old for these spring chickens in here?’ You smiled as you said it, rubbing your tongue over your teeth.

‘Careful love’ he growled, just low enough so only you could hear, ‘could teach you a thing or two yanno.’ You scoffed rolling your eyes, you dropped your eyes to his lips as you bit yours softly. ‘An old man like you? What would you know about pleasing a woman?’

And that’s exactly how you ended up in the back of his car, laid out, bottom half bare as he ran his tongue up and down your cunt. You gripped the leather seats as his tongue swirled around your clit, adding just the right amount of pressure to sent jolts of electricity through your body.

Your sweet moans filled the car as Price inhaled them like the very oxygen he needed to survive. Arching your hips into him you craved more. He was holding back. ‘John … please’ you begged as you gripped his arm. ‘What’s the matter? Old man too much for you?’ He questioned, his deep blue eyes fixated on your glowing body. ‘Feels so good John, don’t stop.’

With your permission he grazed your slit with his thick fingers, gathering your arousal. The sound was sinful. You bit your lip as he gently pushed into you, stretching your hole as you gasped for breath. You couldn’t see it, but he had one hell of a smug grin over his face. If it was one thing the Captain took pride in? It was how he could fuck.

He picked up his pace as he slowly added a second finger, stretching you further. He watched as his fingers moved in and out of your glistening hole, conducting a chorus of gasps and moans from your lips. He kept thrusting his fingers, watching your body writhe from pleasure. Your chest heaving and panting, your eyes screwed shut as you clenched your thighs around him.

‘Pretty little thing ain’t you?’ He cooed, before adding his thumb to your swollen bundle of nerves. A sharp gasp left your lips at the sudden intrusion. ‘Shit, oh my god’ you whimpered, burying your face into the leather seat. He leant over you, still keeping his punishing pace, lips hovering just above yours. ‘Not god love, just John.’

Feeling you begin to clench around his fingers he replaced his thumb with his mouth. Nipping, sucking and licking your clit, pushing you further and further to the brink of your orgasm. A string of incoherent words emerged from your throat as you threw your head back. ‘That’s it, give it to me love’ he whispered against your cunt, his beard tickling your sensitive skin.

Pushing your fingers through his hair you gripped it, pulling his face further into your aching pussy. He smiled against your folds savouring your arousal on his tongue. Your orgasm rushed over you in a tidal wave of unbridled pleasure. Completely blinded by your orgasm you hadn’t realised what you’d moaned.

Opening your eyes you saw Price staring down at you, a devilish glint in his eye. ‘Daddy huh?’ Oh god no. You didn’t realise you’d said it. He nuzzled into your neck nipping it softly between his teeth ‘mmm let daddy show you how well he can fuck eh?’ It was a growl, a low rumble from the depths of his chest.

He pulled you up onto his lap as he kissed you, his arms wrapped around you as he cupped your head into his. The kiss was messy and desperate, tongues fighting for control amongst the mass of teeth and lips. Rolling your hips into him you felt his hard cock against your core. ‘Fuck me John, now’ you demanded. Never being one to say no he quickly pulled out his cock and lined himself up.

You sank down onto his cock, both gasping as he filled your hole. He gripped your hips and began guiding you, rolling you back and forth as you covered his cock with your arousal. ‘Keep goin love, just like that … pussys so good’ he praised. He licked his lips as you began bouncing, wrapping your arms around his neck you nipped his bottom lip.

The windows were steamed up, the car filled with the sound of skin on skin, your pussy being filled and fucked. But the good Captain wanted more, wanted to show you how good he really was. In a swift motion he placed you face down on the back seat, instinctively you arched your hips up to meet him. He slipped back into your cunt, both of you gasping once more.

You pushed back into him as he began to thrust, gripping both your hips he slammed into you. A truly punishing pace, his cock felt so good as it ground against your core. He let out deep satisfied moans as he fucked you from behind. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling completely cock drunk. ‘Oh fuck daddy!’ You wailed as you scrambled to grip onto the leather seat, his pace was unrelenting. ‘That’s right’ he growled, ‘let daddy take this of this pussy.’

Spanking your ass he watched as the muscle juggled with each thrust. His eyes glued to the shape of your body beneath him, he snaked his hand into your hair. Pulling you backward causing your to arch your back further, your tits bounced each time he slammed into your pussy. ‘Oh fuck, right there, right there daddy’ you spat through gritted teeth.

‘Good girl, takin’ this cock so well.’ The praise drove you wild, it was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. Your skin felt like it was on fire, he rubbed your back, each fibre of your being lit up as he caressed you. ‘More daddy please, please please please’ you muttered, it was almost like a mantra. He spanked you again ‘little whore cock drunk already? Daddy’s doin a good job huh?’ He groaned under his breath.

You felt yourself tighten against his cock, ‘fuck fuck fuck, gonna cum’ you said, your voice strained from pure pleasure and desire. He dropped his hand from your waist to your clit, toying with it between his fingers. Daring you to come on his cock, pushing you further and further. He couldn’t not make you come again, his pride wouldn’t let him. He needed to hear your pretty little moans again, feel your cunt constrict around his cock.

Your jaw went slack, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you pushed your forehead into the seat beneath you. No sound came from your mouth as your orgasm ripped through you. John wasn’t too far behind, he pulled out and flipped you over, shoving his cock down your throat. You gagged around him as he came down your throat. Looking up at him through hooded lids, tears stung the corners of your eyes as you swallowed.

Whispered grunts and whimpers fell from his lips as his cock pulsated in your mouth. Your sweet saliva coating the entire length of his sensitive shaft. He offered you a warm smile as he pulled out, tracing your jaw with his thumb. ‘Now. What do you say to daddy?’

With a content sigh you licked your lips as you grazed his muscular thigh with your nails. ‘Mmm thank you.’

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Taglist - @luminousbeings-crudematter @griffmors

I low key hate this lmfao daddy kink makes me shudder but it fit - thank you to @johnnytavish who suggested the daddy kink lmao

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Birthday*

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Summary: Joe gives you the best birthday you could ask for, showering you with unconditional love and tons of surprises.

Warnings: Fluff, smut (Joe getting a BJ), Joe’s horny, you have pregnancy hormones.

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine Universe: Into the Mystic

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April 1, 2024

“Baby, can you go get ready? I have a few surprises that we have to leave the house for. Nothing fancy.” - Joe

Today was my birthday, and Joe woke me up just an hour ago to show the breakfast display he’d made that was sitting on the coffee table in the seating area of our bedroom.

We ate in bed together and cuddled up until our bed was ambushed by Miles and Tyson. Joe asked them to go retrieve what they had made for me, which I’d later find out were cards. After going through their cards, Joe led the boys in a horrible yet adorable rendition of Happy Birthday.

Joe then took the boys out of our room to get them dressed and ready for the day. It also gave me some time to finish my omelet and smoothie.

Once I was done, I slipped one of Joe’s t-shirts over my usual sleep uniform lately - bra and panties - and walked downstairs to put the bouquet Joe got me in a vase.

It was shortly after that when Joe came bounding down the stairs to ask me to get ready.

“Like sweats? Or jeans and a top?” - you

“Jeans and a top. I'm wearing jeans and that flannel you got me.” - Joe

“Okay… do I get a hint as to where we are going?” - you

“Nope. It's a surprise.” - Joe winked

I rolled my eyes, but Joe chuckled and walked down the rest of the stairs till he was at arm's length away from me.

“You’ll love it. Trust me.” - Joe

“The last time you said that, you proposed to me.” - you smiled

“Might not be as good as that, but I promise you're going to be very happy with it.” - Joe

“I trust you.” - you

“Good. Now gimme a kiss and go get ready, Mama.” - Joe

Joe leaned down, and I met him halfway, giving him a quick kiss before I walked away from him and up the stairs.

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After getting dressed, I walked down the stairs to find an empty kitchen and living room.

“Joe? Baby?” - you

Met with silence, I walked over to the back sliding door to see Joe throwing a mini-football with Tyson and Miles.

Joe had on the outfit he described - a greyish checkered flannel with some blue jeans - paired with a backward hat and his black Cartier glasses. I mentally groaned at the visual of my husband; DILF energy and sex radiating off of him without him doing anything remotely sexual.

“Control yourself.” - you mumble to yourself

I had told Joe with my first pregnancy that I didn't want to do anything sexual while pregnant, and he respected it. There had been a few times where I hadn't been able to control myself, and Joe would use his mouth to ease my horniness. I can count on one hand the amount of times I had gotten Joe off while pregnant, he just found it selfish of him to ask.

Now, lately, both of us have been having a little trouble not pouncing on each other at the mere touch of our knees bumping against each other.

“That outfit isn't helping…” - you mumble

Taking a few deep breaths before I stepped out onto the porch, Joe immediately smiled when he saw me.

“Lookin’ gorgeous, baby.” - Joe

“Could say the same about you.” - you grinned

“Ty cmere. I need to put the ball up.” - Joe

Tyson ran up to Joe and handed him the small football. Joe scooped him up before walking toward the back porch steps.

Miles ran behind the two and through Joe’s legs to get to where I was before them.

“I won!” - Miles

“We weren't racing!” - Joe

I rolled my eyes with a laugh as they continued to argue, Joe placing his hand on the small of my back to guide me back into the house.

Once we were in the garage, Joe opened my door for me and got Tyson and Miles into their car seats.

After he buckled up, Joe reached into the center console and pulled his Bengals headband out.

“Okay before we leave… you have to put this over your eyes.” - Joe

“What?!” - you

“You’ll know where we’re going if you don't put it on. I even washed it for you.” - Joe

“Dang it, I would have loved to smell your sweat.” - you

I didn't miss how his eyes flashed dark, and Joe’s tongue darted out to lick his lips.

“Are you being sarcastic?” - Joe

“Nope.” - you grinned

“You need to stop giving me dirty thoughts, baby.” - Joe whispered

The tension continuously rose till I took the headband from Joe’s outstretched hand and put it over my eyes.

Joe felt his dick twitch at the sight of me with his headband over my eye. His own eyes lingered over my body. The way my shirt clung to my chest, the way my jeans wrapped around my thighs, and the bump that he loved so dearly, and he put it there.

Fuck, Joe thought.

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It was just a few minutes later, we were on the road now.

“Joe…” - you

He could hear the breathlessness in my voice, and he was immediately worried.

“You okay?” - Joe

“Yeah… it's just kinda weird not being able to see. I know I'm safe, but I'm a little anxious.” - you

Joe reached over and laced his fingers with mine, squeezing my hand three times.

“We’re almost there. It'll be worth it, I promise, baby.” - Joe

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Joe controlled himself for the remainder of the drive, thinking about how excited his wife was bound to be when she saw the big surprise that he had been planning for a while.

I didn't think about the surprise too much, just thinking it'd be a little party at the facility or something with my fellow wags.

“We’re here, but don't take the headband off yet.” - Joe

“Yes, sir.” - you

I heard the car door open, signaling that Joe was getting out, and seconds later, the sounds of two buckles being unfastened.

Next, I heard my door open, and Joe placed a hand on my thigh to let me know he was there.

“I’m gonna help you out, okay? Just watch your step.” - Joe

He put his hands on either side of my waist and gently pulled me out of the seat and to my feet.

“Just a couple steps forward for me.” - Joe

I did as he asked, and soon, I felt Joe’s arms wrap around me from behind. His chest against my back.

“Take the headband off.” - Joe

Reaching up to take the headband off of my eyes, I was met with the view of a house that Joe and I toured weeks ago. We loved it, and I told Joe it was the house of my dreams, but just as Joe was going to make an offer, the house sold.

“What are we doing here?” - you laughed

“Remember how the house sold?” - Joe

“Yeah, that's why I'm confused.” - you

A few seconds of silence went by until Joe spoke up.

“I bought it.” - Joe

My whole body froze, and I felt my stomach drop.

“What?” - you

It was all I could choke out, and Joe laughed.

“It's ours, baby.” - Joe

“No, it's not. Are you kidding? If this is an April Fool's prank I'm gonna beat you.” - you

“It’s not a prank. We are set to move in in exactly two weeks.” - Joe

“No way!” - you

“Yes, way, I couldn't pass up what my favorite girl called her dream house.” - Joe

I turned around in Joe’s arms and hugged him tight, borderline jumping up and down before he let go of me.

“Come on!” - you grabbed his hand

All four of us ran up to the house, Joe instinctively slowing his pace for me and the twins.

When we got to the door, Joe reached into his pocket and pulled out the key.

We had been living in the house Joe bought when he was drafted to Cincinnati, and with our growing family, Joe knew it was time to put his big boy pants on and make his first big purchase with his contract extension. One that he knew would make me, the love of his life, over the moon happy.

“It’s more amazing than I remember.” - you

“You like it?” - Joe grinned

“I love it, and I love you.” - you

“I love you too.” - Joe grinned

Joe was whisked away by the twins just shortly after that, both of them pulling on his jeans and asking to see their room. He told me I could explore while he went upstairs and showed them.

I went through my favorite parts of the house downstairs before finding my way upstairs. I passed by what Joe and I had said would be the baby’s nursery during the tour. I couldn't help but rub my bump as I looked around the room.

We had the nursery pretty much finished in the house we were living in now, so moving everything wouldn't be ideal, but I knew it would be worth it. She’ll have a bathroom to herself here, which would make Joe and I’s lives easier in the end.

“I know it's not going to be easy moving her nursery here, but I like the setup of the room here more than the current one.” - Joe

I didn't even turn around to look at him, still admiring the room. Smiling at the mere sound of his voice.

“I was just thinking that.” - you laughed

“We’re good at that, you know? Always thinkin’ the same thing.” - Joe

“Yeah.” - you

Joe walked over to me, and I turned around as he pulled me against his chest.

“What am I thinking right now?” - you

I looked up into his eyes, my chin resting on one of his pecs. Joe’s eyes flicked from one of my eyes to the other, almost as if he was trying to read my mind. A cheeky smile found its way onto his face, and I mentally prepared myself for what he was going to say.

“You’re picturing me naked.” - Joe grinned

“No, I'm not!” - you laughed

“Damn, what were you thinking then?” - Joe

“I was thinking about how lucky I am to have you and have this life.” - you smile

“I’m the lucky one. All of this is just my way of repaying you.” - Joe

“Repaying me for what?” - you laughed

Joe playfully rolled his eyes, knowing I knew the answer to my question.

“For everything. I wouldn’t have the resources to buy a house like this if it weren't for you never giving up on me.” - Joe

“Having you is enough repayment.” - you

“So you don't want the house?” - Joe

“What?!” - you

“I’m kidding.” - Joe laughed

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help the smile from forming on my face when Joe repeatedly kissed my forehead and cheek.

——

“They asleep?” - you

“Yup.” - Joe

Joe had just walked into our bedroom from putting the boys asleep. He shut the door behind him and quickly stripped his pants and shirt off before climbing into bed next to me.

“You excited to move?” - Joe grinned

“So excited!” - you

“Good- god it's fuckin’ hot in here.” - Joe

“That’s probably me. I feel like my body is, at least, two hundred degrees.” - you

Joe pulled the covers off of him and sprawled his long, big body out. A flash of desire coursed through my body as I looked over his muscular, trained body, only covered in his boxers.

He put his hands behind his head, causing a few prominent veins to pop out in his arms. My mind trailed off to the thought of another veiny part of his body, one farther south.

“Hey, Joey?” - you

“Yup?” - Joe

“Can you do something for me?” - you

“Of course.” - Joe

I leaned in close and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, laying my hand on one of his thick thighs.

“Take your boxers off for me.” - you

Joe’s eyes snapped open and his adam’s apple bobbed when he gulped.

“Wh- what?” - Joe

Moving my hand closer to his crotch, Joe gasped when I squeezed him through his thin boxers.

“Oh.” - Joe groaned

His big hands immediately left their spot behind his head and reached down to shove his undies down to mid-thigh.

I immediately wrapped my hand around him, though he wasn't hard yet. As I stroked his length, Joe groaned, and I felt him harden and grow in my hand.

“Fuck, baby.” - Joe

“Feel good?” - you

“You know it- does.” - Joe grunted

Seconds later, Joe was now fully erect and ready for action.

I leaned down, and just as Joe thought I was going to take his length into my mouth, I went straight for his balls.

“Shit!” - Joe moaned

He moaned continuously as I sucked and licked him into oblivion, gently stroking his length with my hand.

“Baby, you're gonna make me cum.” - Joe

Removing my hand from his cock, I traced my tongue from his balls, up his length, and swirled it around his tip before taking him deep.

“Mama… god, y/n!” - Joe

He couldn't control his loud outbursts as I continued to work him over, bobbing my head up and down as tears filled my eyes.

“That feels so good.” - Joe groaned

Doubling my efforts, I tried my hardest to give Joe the best, sloppiest head to pay him back for everything he'd done today.

“Good girl, you're making me feel so good.” - Joe

Not much longer after that, Joe had to focus very hard to ask me a serious question.

“Can you… are you uh- fuck… allowed to swallow?” - Joe

I gave him a thumbs-up, and Joe’s head immediately fell back.

“I’m cumming!” - Joe

Feeling him shoot his load into my throat, I lapped up every last drop.

After pulling off of him with an audible pop, I moved over and lay on my side, watching his heaving chest as he recovered from his orgasm.

Joe didn't know he needed to release that bad until it happened.

“You okay, baby?” - you

“Yeah- shit, that was amazing.” - Joe

“Good, I'm glad. Anything you want me to do, like get a washcloth or something?” - Joe

“Just keep laying on your side like that.” - Joe

“Why?” - you

He rolled over fast, somehow spreading my legs and ending up with his hand squeezing my inner thigh in a matter of seconds.

“Because it's your turn.” - Joe growled

“You don't have to…” - your voice trailed off when the look on his face registered in your mind

“Consider it my final birthday wish of the day, okay Mama?” - Joe

And with that, he pressed his lips to mine. Happy Birthday to me.

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Authors note: I think I'm ovulating

Request for this fic;

Hope you enjoyed! 💕💕

[jiminjeonging]

milf mj x dilf jm

(i wasnt entriely sure what you meant by this so heres a very cliche au)

mj and jm had heard plenty of stories about their kids’ feisty personalities, but a phone call from the headmaster’s office wasn’t on their parenting bingo cards.

minjeong arrived first, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor as she walked into the office, a perfect blend of elegance and irritation. her daughter was no troublemaker—at least, that’s what she kept telling herself. she adjusted her blouse, the soft fabric hugging her figure in all right places, and sat down with a sigh, crossing her legs neatly.

the door swung open, and jimin stepped in, all confident charm and easy energy. her shirt was slightly wrinkled, and there was a trace of a crayon mark on her sleeve that she hadn’t noticed—probably from the rushed goodbye this morning. she offered the headmaster a polite smile before her eyes landed on minjeong.

oh.

minjeong was beautiful in a way that made jimin’s breath catch—polished, poised, and radiating the kind of aura that was equally intimidating and intriguing. she noticed the absence of a ring on her left hand too.

minjeong looked up, her eyes narrowing slightly. she didn’t know what she expected, but it certainly wasn’t her. the woman standing in the doorway, exuding casual confidence and a disarmingly charming smile, was exactly the type who had no right being so attractive.

"mrs. yu?" the headmaster began, clearing his throat. "mrs. kim? thank you both for coming. it seems our daughters had... a bit of a disagreement during recess."

"disagreement?" jimin echoed, raising a brow as she took the seat next to minjeong, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "that’s a generous way of putting it."

minjeong straightened her back, offering jimin a cool glance. "i’m sure it was just a misunderstanding. my daughter doesn’t start fights."

"well," jimin leaned back in her chair, one leg crossing over the other, her gaze lingering on minjeong a moment too long before she smirked. "that’s funny. because my daughter doesn’t either."

minjeong’s lips twitched with annoyance. "perhaps you don't know your daughter well."

"perhaps your daughter should learn to play nicely," jimin shot back.

the headmaster cleared his throat again. "it appears both children have very strong personalities. they were arguing over who got to be the ‘leader’ during a game, and things... escalated."

jimin’s eyes flicked back to minjeong. "strong personalities, huh? wonder where they get it from."

minjeong rolled her eyes. "perhaps we should focus on teaching them how to resolve conflicts without involving the entire kindergarten."

"agreed," jimin replied, leaning in slightly, her tone softer now. "maybe we could arrange a playdate. let them figure it out while we... supervise."

minjeong hesitated, her mind already envisioning how such a meeting might go. but there was something in jimin’s gaze—something warm and inviting, it made her heart skip a beat. damn it.

"supervise, huh?" minjeong replied smoothly, raising a brow. "i suppose that could be... productive."

jimin’s grin widened. "productive. right. for the kids."

the headmaster, sensing the tension shift into something he didn’t entirely understand but definitely wasn’t part of his job description, cleared his throat one last time. "well, if you both agree, perhaps we can consider the matter settled?"

minjeong stood, smoothing down the fabric of her blouse. "settled. for now."

jimin followed suit, offering a hand to shake. "looking forward to the playdate."

minjeong took it, her fingers warm against jimin’s, holding the contact just a second longer than necessary. "me too."

as they left the office together, their kids’ fight suddenly didn’t seem like the most interesting thing that happened today.

[cuddlyscribe]

Yay requests are back! Can't tell ya how much I've missed your writing Hon, hope you been taking care!

Okay so back on my Kazuya train (Can't get enough of this dilf!) I wanna see him jealous! Like he has no reason to be loving femdom s/o is obviously into him and him alone but I have a need for jealous cutie, and to reassure said jealous cutie 😏😏😏 SFW and NSFW if possible please and thank you! 💙

hello my dear!! that is so kind of you to say, I've been doing well and am finally getting a chance to relax! hopefully these lil headcanons will spice up your day! 🖤

[TEKKEN MASTERLIST]

Oh man, you wanna talk jealous? I'm pretty sure that Kazuya invented the word. And if he didn't, he sure as hell owns it.

I hope that you like a jealous s/o, because when the feeling strikes him, you will know about and truly get to enjoy everything that comes with it.

Kazuya isn't aggressive with you and doesn't take anything out on you; he trusts you with his life and truly believes that you can do no wrong.

It's just other people that he does not trust. Kind of to be expected considering his experiences.

If you guys are out and jealousy starts to boil over in Kazuya, he will stand very close to you. Closer than he already was.

He will keep his hand firmly on your waist and give perhaps the most terrifying death stare to whoever has dared to invade your space.

And you won't even have to look at Kazuya to know that he's feeling jealous. All you have to do is look at how everyone else is reacting; if they're sweating, you know what's up.

But for the most part, Kazuya saves his strongest emotions for when you two are alone.

Though he could easily grab you and kiss you for everyone to see, he doesn't even think they're worthy of getting to see the two of you like that.

His vulnerability is saved only for you!

spice under the cut!

With the absolutely carnal energy that is radiating off of Kazuya, I am well and truly sure that you will be running home with excitement, LOL.

Kazuya is probably his roughest when he's jealous. Most of the time he will be as gentle as you want him to be (or not), but when he feels jealous he just has this pent up energy that he needs to express.

Please speak up if you don't like it because this man will fuck you SO hard you will be needing crutches for the rest of the week.

He will happily slam the front door shut when you get home (by some miracle it does not fly off the hinges) and bend you over the counter before you can even utter a word.

Kazuya will growl in your ear about how badly he wants you and that he's been so hard for you all night. There's no one else that can sate him, not a soul but you.

He will take his time with you, peeling each layer of clothing off so slowly that it'll have you moaning and panting for him to just hurry up...

And once you're all undressed for him, he will take you on every surface in the house. Counter's a given, dining table, bathroom sink, you name it he will fuck you against it.

He'll just kiss his way up and down your stomach and along your breasts and just revel in how you scream for him. Please tell him how good his cock is making you feel because it's all for you.

You moaning his name is all the reassurance he needs~

[echantedtoon]

OMG OMG!! DAD KYOJURO AU!!

I just had the most adorable idea and I had to share it despite me still taking a break from posting.

But freaking imagine Kyojuro just adopting all of the Kamados after they're orphaned. Yes. I'm talking about all the Kamado siblings. If there's an alternate universe where they're teachers and students (Kimetsu Gauken) then there's one where all the siblings survive. Whether it's modern or not I have no idea but I have adorable ideas for both!

Imagine Shinjuro and Ruka coming to visit their oldest son and there's six children inside including Tanjuro youngest baby brother who's strapped to his chest. Both are extremely confused about it but asks about it assuming he's just babysitting for someone.

"MOTHER! FATHER! YOU'RE JUST IN TIME TO MEET YOUR NEW GRANDCHILDREN!"

Both are shocked, Shinjuro more than Ruka, but it turns out Kyojuro is actually fostering the Kamado siblings after both parents pass away. He's already adopted them in his eyes whether he's legally their adopted dad on paper is irrelevant but he's in the process of actually making that happen.

Ruka is way understanding of Kyojuro's decision and always knew he wanted to be a dad. Senjuro is absolutely overjoyed to have more siblings including sisters and for once he's the big bro. Shinjuro thinks Kyojuro is hurting his chances of finding a woman who could give him actual children but a few loud and firm talks from Ruka and seeing Kyo so happy, makes him eventually come to terms with it.

It helps him bond with his new 'grandchildren' when Shigeru and Takeo wants to join his dojo after seeing Shinjuro teaching Senjuro how to properly stand to defend himself. IT LOOKS SO COOL!! They want to try too! He's stunned by it but isn't against the idea. It helps when Kyojuro has the girls and Tanjiro join too because-

"Self defense training is always a good idea!! And it healthy to keep in shape!"

It's become a family bonding experience for the entire family every Saturday to attend Grandpa Shinjuro classes while Kyojuro takes pictures and takes care of a fussy Rokuta in his arms.

ALSO IMAGINE KYO BEING SUCH A MALEWIFE!!

He doesn't notice it but a lot more people fawn over him as he becomes a dad. It's that (dilf-) domestic energy radiating off of him!

He's oblivious to it so when people are aweing over him as he plays peekaboo with Rokuta or letting the girls do his nails at the park, he just thinks they're impressed by his dad skills. Please help him. He's smart but so oblivious to the effects he has on people.

Speaking of which-

HE'S SO GOOD AT PARENTING!!

-Encouraging but if he thinks his kids need to learn by doing or needs privacy he respects their space.

-ABSOLUTELY LET'S THE GIRLS DO HIS HAIR AND MAKE UP! Once forgot to wash it off and came back to work with orange and red nail polish and black eyeshadow. But he'll proudly admit it if you asked him. "Hanako and Nezuko did my make up! What do you think, Best Buddy?!" "Flashy!~ But next time don't sleep in it. Looks smudged."

-Drives a minivan and absolutely drops all the kids off at school/daycare. You'll always see him driving his kids to activities.

-Speakibg of activities, he encourages all his kids to at least have one extracurricular activity outside Grampy-juro's self defense classes. He's very encouraging of his kid's hobbies! He's always driving Nezuko and Tanjiro to their after school clubs. He never misses Takeo and Shigero's sports meetings and is that one parent that always brings the entire team snacks and bottled water. He's yet to miss any of Hanako's dance recitals.

If he can't make it to any of them he's always asking someone to film it for him so he can watch it later.

-If they express other interests he fully supports them in those too! Rokuta likes art as he gets older? He's buying the baby nontoxic paints and crayons and whatever he needs. Somehow convinces Tengen to give him some art points too. Hanako starts a figurine collection? He's taking her to the store and buying her at least ten new ones.

-Teaches Tanjiro and Nezuko to drive once the two oldest get old enough to get a driver's license and like the classic dad wears a helmet and grips the seats as they go

-Carries Rokuta in a baby harness and later on a baby leash until he's old enough for the Kimetsu Preschool. Kagaya is alright with this and has given him special permission to have Rokuta with him during classes.

-Hr documents everything in one big scrap book. All birthdays, trips, milestones, etc are documented forever in a giant scrapbook.

-Cries like a baby when Tanjiro and Nezuko first graduates and gets their diplomas.

-But I think the best thing about Dad Kyojuro is that he'd never try to replace Tanjuro or Kie in their lives. He makes sure that they have a picture of their parents hanging on the wall and never undermines their feelings or memories concerning them and has no problems saying they were great parents. Takes them to visit their resting place at least once or twice a year and as Rokuta grows older, he tells him all about his parents so he knows who they are.

-He also never pressures any of them to call him Dad. Kyojuro, Mr. Rengoku, and Big Bro is just as good in his eyes but if they choose to call him Dad he's not against it. But be prepared for him to cry happy tears for the next few hours.

@lavenderdrxp @sunbrokenswords @risingscorchingsuns @iron-embers

[housesunstone]

You're so valid for being down bad about Porter. He radiates dilf energy (even through he doesn't have kids.)

Really though. Am I meant to look at this man and not be down bad for him I mean look at him

the deep v the beard. He may be evil but I can look past that

[holdmytesseract]

New Old World [EoH]

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader feat. Teddy Dixon

Summary: Being stranded in the Commonwealth changed the life for you and your little family. Adjusting to this new, yet old world wasn't easy. Neither for you, nor Daryl and certainly not for Teddy...

Warnings: Alternative Ending/Different Timeline! TWD things? fluff, talks of babies, swear words, Daryl being the smol insecure bean he is, age gap

Set in the Commonwealth!

Word Count: 3,2k

a/n: This story is part of the EoH universe, but has an alternative ending with a different timeline. 🤗

Tagging: (in the comments ☺️)

Life in the commonwealth was strange - and yet so familiar. It felt like getting thrown into another dimension. Another world. Well, perhaps it was normal to feel like this after five years of fighting for survival every day in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. You had seen every cruelty this world had to offer and now... Suddenly you landed in this community, where the most people's worry wasn't the undead anymore, but how to… earn money? It felt wrong and nevertheless you couldn't deny that it was somehow... right.

Two strong, yet soft hands on your waist ripped you out of your thoughts and daydreams. "What yer thinkin' about, sunshine?" You smiled at hearing the gravelly, loving voice of your husband from behind you. Reaching up your hand, you buried your hand in your lover's hair. It had grown so much the past years. The dark brown strands reached in soft curls over his shoulders by now - and you absolutely loved it. "Just about this... What we have here..." The answer you got was nothing more than a low grunt. You knew Daryl didn't trust this place yet - and you understood why. Money, jobs, restaurants and Halloween? Oh please...

But on the other hand... A piece of normalcy and not fighting the dead, other people and death itself was what you all wanted - and it broke your heart that Alexandria couldn't be that for you at the moment.

"I still dunno 'bout all this... Feels... weird." You nodded. "I know, but... Until we can go back home, let's make the most out of it, yeah?" Daryl didn't answer, just huffed out a breath. Not unusual for the man who didn't need much words. Instead, he gently moved; went to press your back against his chest - which felt hard and not really comfortable, like you noticed instantly. Turning in his embrace, you realised why... Daryl wore his commonwealth uniform. Right, you remembered. Your man had suddenly a job again and was working. "Are you off to work, cutie pie?" You witnessed, how Daryl's cheeks reddened softly at your chosen pet name. "Yeah... Jus' wanted to say goodbye, 'fore I leave." You nodded; scanning his handsome face with your eyes. He had grown over the years - of course. Got even more mature and responsible-minded. You sensed major DILF energy radiating from him.

"How sweet of you," you said, leaning closer to place a soft, quick kiss on his lips. "Have fun - I guess, and don't let yourself get stressed so much. I know Sebastian Milton is an asshole, but you and Rosita will make it. Think about picking Teddy up from school with your cool stormtrooper armour. He's going to lose it - and he'll be so proud, seeing his dad being one of the 'cool soldier guys'."

School... Another crazy thing. Sure, you tried to teach Teddy a few things and there had been a lot of small education thingys in the past five years. Be it in the prison or Alexandria. It had always been there but this? This was a whole other thing. This was a real school. With real teachers and actual classes. Something you hadn't seen in over seven years.

"Ya think so?" You smiled and gently scratched his slightly grey goatee; feeling the hairs tickling your fingertips. "I know so." You then stood on your tiptoes, in order to involve Daryl in another loving kiss. But a firm knock on the door of your sparse, small apartment caused you to jump apart; ending the kiss way too early. "Daryl?" Rosita's voice sounded from the other side of the door. "We gotta go!" You sighed; wrapping your arms tighter around your husband's neck. "Seems like duty calls..." "Mhm..." Daryl grumbled and turned his head towards the door. "'M comin', Rosita!" He lifted his hands to your arms, trying gently to loosen them from around his neck - but you kept on holding on; not budging. "I gotta go, sunshine." You pouted, but eventually let go of him. "I know, 'm sorry. But I promise, I'll be back soon." You nodded and watched with crossed arms, how Daryl grabbed his helmet; ready to leave. "What are you up to today?" You shrugged your shoulders. "I dunno. Perhaps I'll visit the rest of the fam." Daryl nodded; knew of course what you meant, and walked towards the door. "I love you. Be careful, yes?" "Love ya, too. Don' worry. I always am. 'Sides, Rosita's gonna hold me back from doing some stupid, headless shit." With those words, he opened the door and marched out. It stayed long enough open for you to see your friend. "Hey Rosita!" You waved at her. "Y/N," the black-haired beauty answered; smiling at you, before the door fell in its hinges.

While your son was at school and your husband at work (It still sounded crazy in your head.), you spent the whole morning with cleaning up the apartment - which mostly consisted of collecting Teddy's small carved artworks. Since his father showed him how to carve something (mostly spears to hunt fishes or other weapons to defend himself) out of wood, he was obsessed. Whenever the opportunity was given, you'd find the boy sitting somewhere underneath a tree - or even up in a tree (the safer option), carving. He practiced year after year and by now, he was really talented. If Teddy just wouldn't leave his little figures and weapons laying all around the apartment...

After that, you decided to take Dog out for a walk. The fluffy Belgian Malinois with the brown-black fur was a faithful companion of your little family, since the day Daryl brought him back from a hunt. Teddy fell for him immediately anyways, so... And as much as Teddy loved Dog, Dog loved Teddy in return. They were a great duo.

"Dog, come on, let's go out. Time for walkies." Dog's ears perked up at your mention of 'walkies'; head lifting. "Come on!" You tapped your thigh - which was his sign to literally jump up and run to you. You giggled; petting and scratching the fur behind his ears. "Let's go." You opened the door and out Dog ran. He was a very loyal and well-behaved animal. Daryl had trained him well. He'd never run off or leave your side - unless he had a good reason.

It was quite a beautiful day today. The commonwealth was bustling with people. Some of them working, some of them enjoying their day off. You hadn't a specific destination in mind, when you took Dog out. Most of the time, Dog decided on where to go. Today, the faithful Malinois led you to a very good friend of yours. A member of the family - without a doubt...

Dog already saw him from afar, grooming a white-brown patchy pony. Dog announced his - and your presence with a loud bark. The man with the black, greyish dreadlocks turned on his heels at the sound. A smile crossed his features, as he saw you and your four-legged companion approaching. Dog ran up to him; tail wagging in excitement. Ezekiel squatted down, in order to welcome Dog. He literally jumped Ezekiel; paws landing on the King's shoulders, causing the man to laugh heartily. Dog liked Ezekiel and Ezekiel Dog. There was no doubt about this. It was fact.

You came to stand beside the pair; Dog still enjoying Ezekiel's petting. "Hey Ezekiel." The King straightened; stood up again, in order to properly face you - much to Dog's disappointment. "Greetings, Y/N. What a pleasure to see you! Tell me, what brings you to my modest, little farm?" You shook your head, smiling. "Dog decided to bring me here. I think he wanted to visit you. Nevertheless, it's great to see you, too." Once again, the man laughed, scratching Dog's head in an affectionate manner. You adored Ezekiel. You really did. He was always so positive. A true ray of sunshine. A very kind man - and now, here at the commonwealth, he was able to do what he loved again... Being a zookeeper.

"How are you feeling today?" You asked him then, referring to his medical condition. "Oh, I'm feeling great, Y/N. Thank you. Better every day." "That's really great and reassuring to hear." He nodded; one hand still petting Dog, who was sitting beside the man now. "Well, if it wouldn't have been for Carol and Tomi, I probably wouldn't be walking this earth anymore as a living man." "That's why we are all a big family. We help each other." The King nodded, "Truer words have never been spoken, dear friend." giving you one of his brilliant smiles. "How is Teddy doing in school? Carol told me he had quite a rough start?" You sighed, nodding. "Yeah, he had... It was after all the first time for him to go to a real school. Sure, he had his friend, Nick. But unfortunately, Nick is in a different class. So many new children and all so much different from him - and Nick. Most of them weren't on the road. Anyways not as long as we were. He never had an easy time adjusting to new, different things. He was quite afraid of attending school."

The corners of Ezekiel's mouth twitched into a small smile. "Well, this sounds to me quite like someone else we know..." You understood that reference, of course. Both, you and Ezekiel knew exactly who you were talking about. You giggled; shrugging your shoulders. "Like father..." "...like son." The King finished your sentence, laughing. "Well, I hope Teddy is able to adjust soon." "I hope so, too. Just have to give him some time..." The man nodded. "I'd say so, too. If you're looking for a little distraction for him, you are more than welcome to send him - and Nick over to me. I promised Teddy to teach him how to ride a horse already quite a while ago. Now, I finally have the time - and opportunity." "Sure, I am definitely going to do that. Thank you." He smiled; nodding. "Of course."

While you were still out with Dog, walking through the whole commonwealth, Daryl made his way to the elementary school, in order to retrieve his son. After all, he had promised him - and since Daryl went to school directly after his shift, he was still dressed in his commonwealth armour. The archer was really looking forward to this. It was his personal highlight of the day.

"I need to pick Teddy up from school," he told his friend. "See ya later?" Rosita nodded. "Sure. I have to look after Coco as well." With that being said, the two long-term friends parted ways.

Daryl made his way to the school then and waited in front of the rather big building for Teddy to come out. It was quite a bit ridiculous for the archer - and also a whole new experience. He would have never thought, that he'd pick up his son from school one day. Not after the world went to shit. Back in the early days, everybody had different problems than sending the kids to school. Surviving, for example. Getting enough food on the table for his family - and all the people who became his family.

"Daddy!" Teddy's happy, relieved voice urged to Daryl's ears; announcing his son's arrival. A soft smile spread over Daryl's face, when he saw his son running towards him. He squatted down; waiting. Teddy ran straight up into his awaiting arms, hugging him. He may be ten years old by now and would soon grow into a man, but for now, he was still Daryl's little boy - and he'd enjoy every hug he got. "Hey, buddy! You good?" Teddy didn't get to answer the question his father asked him. A group of three other boys had approached them.

"Your dad is a commonwealth soldier?" One of them with glasses and bright blonde, tousled hair asked; eyes wide. Teddy nodded proudly; stood beside his still crouching father and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "Yep, he is!" "Wooow..." Every boy of the group was stunned. Teddy started to smile proudly; his shyness suddenly forgotten, as the boys finally noticed him. Due to his cool dad. It made the young Dixon happy - but he also knew, that they were probably just going to like him because his dad was one of the countless commonwealth heroes.

"Let's get goin', huh? I bet your mother already waits for us..." Daryl noted; noticing immediately what game those boys played. Teddy nodded and turned to his seemingly new friends to say goodbye.

After that, Daryl and Teddy walked home together. "So... How was school?" The little boy shrugged his shoulders; his mood suddenly changing fast. The school topic wasn't an easy one... "Okay, I guess..." "You get better along with them other kids?" Another shrug. "A bit." That didn't sound convincing. Not at all.

Daryl stopped in his movements and turned to face his son. Once again, he squatted down and placed both his hands on Teddy's small shoulders. "Alright, talk ta me, buddy. Don't bottle everythin' up. I used to do that too, y'know. 'S not good. Spit it out." Teddy sighed and bit his lip nervously - a habit he copied from his dad. "I just feel so lonely... 'Specially without Nick... The other kids think I'm weird." Tears were shining in the young boy's blue-grey eyes. Daryl saw it. Despite his long, softly curled bangs of brown hair. "Why?" "Because I'm not as good in school as they are. A-And because I know more about gutting a fish, then our home country..." Daryl's heart ached, as he heard that. He knew how his son felt. He knew the feeling of being an outsider.

"Hey, Teddy... Don't listen to 'em. Ya hear me? I know it's not easy, but always remember... You're so much better than them." Teddy looked up at his father through teary eyes. "H-How?" The archer smiled. "Firstly, 'cause you're a Dixon and secondly, 'cause you're a survivor. You know how to handle a walker. I taught ya everything ya need ta know - except hunting. But we'll do that as soon as you're a bit older. That's why. It might sound hard and cruel, but those kids would never survive out there alone. You do." At those words, Teddy's eyes lightened up again - and he smiled. The same, sweet smile you always smiled. A smile Daryl loved above everything and would never tire to see.

"Really?" The archer nodded. "Really." The boy threw his arms again around his father's neck; hugging him tight.

You were already back home again with Dog, when you heard the front door getting opened and closed again. The barking of Dog echoed through the small apartment, followed by your son's giggles.

Unfortunately, you couldn't spend the rest of the afternoon together, since Daryl had to go back to work. Nevertheless, you had a great day; took the boys out for some riding lessons with Ezekiel and prepared some dinner together with your husband's mini-me. That's what Teddy was - and it hadn't changed over the years. The boy was still his father's spitting image. Even the tattered, ripped jeans hadn't changed. He only had grown into them by now.

Now, you were sitting at the small dining table, together with Daryl and Teddy; eating dinner. Dog was laying on his little blanket; sleeping. Everyone was eating in silence - until Teddy came up with a conversation both, you and Daryl didn't see coming. Like, not at all…

"Mom, dad?" "Yes, sweetie?" You asked, while Daryl only grunted in response; needing to chew first. "We, uh, talked about our families today in class and... Almost every other girl or boy told us about their siblings and how much fun they have with them. I-I know I've got Dog and Judith and RJ and even Coco, but... Can I, uh, can I have my own little baby brother - or sister?" Daryl almost choked on his foot, hearing this, while you blinked rapidly at your ten-year-old. "I-I promise I'll look after him or her a-and protect them and play with them!" "Teddy... Sweetie..." You started; having to swallow hard and take a deep breath. "This, uh, this isn't an easy decision and not just to be made within a few minutes. Especially not in this dangerous world. I- We, your dad and I will have to think and talk about this first, okay?" Teddy looked at you with his soft, blue, greyish eyes - and nodded. "Okay." "Can you understand that?" "Uh.Huh, yeah." The conversation had turned someway, somehow slightly awkward, so you left it at that. Daryl had said absolutely nothing; didn't even make a peep.

Later on, once Teddy was in bed; sleeping safe and soundly with Dog in his arms, you approached your husband, who stood at one of the windows; having a smoke. Wrapping your arms around his now black sweater clad torso, you pressed your cheek against his right upper arm. "What do you say?" "What do I say to what?" You decided to not beat about the bush. "Having a baby again." Daryl took a drag of his cigarette, before puffing out a small cloud of smoke. "I dunno if this is a good idea, honestly." "Why? I mean, we're safe here now. Soon in Alexandria hopefully as well. If not now, then when?" Daryl merely shook his head and you could swear that he was chewing on his bottom lip. "'S not that, sunshine... Even though I don't trust this place. I trust in Alexandria." "What is it then?" You asked; rubbing his sides affectionately. He paused; didn't answer you straight away - almost hesitating.

"'M not gettin' younger, ya know..." You frowned and adjusted your position, in order to look at him. You were hugging him now more or less sideways. "What does that mean now, cutie pie?" "What I said." You were still confused by his words. You clearly didn't understand - and Daryl noticed. "Y/N, 'm in my mid almost late forties now..." "So? I'm sorry, my love, but I don't really see the problem? You don't have to worry about a biological clock, unlike I... And as we speak, the time is running out so slowly." Daryl took a last drag of his cigarette and stubbed it out. Then he turned to face you; biting his lip again. He was clearly troubled by that topic. You could see it in his eyes. "You think 'm not too, uh, old for that?" You shook your head, smiling. "No, absolutely not." The corners of his lips lifted slightly into a crocked smile. "So..." He started; turning to face you wholly. "You really want that? With me?" You cupped both his cheeks with your palms; nodding. "More than anything. I thought about it for quite a while, honestly."

Daryl blinked; was quite a bit surprised. "Wha'? Really?" "Mhm. You're such a good father for Teddy, so why not make you a daddy again?" The arched blushed at your words; and he couldn't help himself but to smile even brighter. "Ya think we can handle a newborn and a soon-to-be teenager?" You giggled; now running your hands down his chest. "I thought we can handle everything, Mr. Dixon? After all, we handled the end of the world. I think there's nothing that can better that." "Well... I guess yer right." You giggled once more. "I'm mostly right, cutie pie."

[rhettabbotts]

first and foremost! congrats on hitting 1.2k shelby!!! you deserve all of those and so many more followers!

you and i have been talking about dilf!rhett and his reading glasses recently. so i'm here with a request.

the smut dialogue prompt of "how do i look" but it's dilf!rhett after he gets his glasses

wired frames - dilf rhett abbott

pairing: dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

summary: rhett achieves the highest dilf status.

warnings: suggestive language. babysitter’s horny thoughts. pre-relationship. age gap as always.

Rhett hated calling you in on a Friday.

Fridays were always your days off. Unfortunately, it was the only day the eye doctor could get him in and he couldn’t take Grace and Ellie with him. You didn’t mind to come in. Silencing Rhett when he promised that you could leave as soon as he was back.

The girls were elated to see you when they came down for breakfast. Grace demanded you fixed blueberry pancakes because “yours were way better than daddy’s.” Ellie rambled on about her new stuffed bear, insisting Mr. Fuzz-a-lots sat at the table while they shoveled in their food.

They were filled with so much energy, chasing each other with the water hose, trying to stave off the early summer heat. You sat with a book in your hand, catching yourself daydreaming about a certain cowboy - who also happened to be your boss.

You tried to shake the feeling, tried everything to rid your mind of wandering thoughts of Rhett but you couldn’t help it. Not when you had to see him nearly every day. As some sick joke from the universe, Rhett’s truck came roaring up the gravel road. The girls screeched as he stepped out, your heart doing the same.

Wired frames now adorned his face. The silver glinted in the scorching sun and your breath caught in your throat. Holy shit. It’s like they were magic and made his hair appear silvery as well. Your whole body was set ablaze.

You averted your eyes before he could catch you staring but that didn’t stop him from making his way to you, barely escaping the two drenched children.

“So…” Rhett said in a curious tone, causing you to look up to the man standing before you. “What do you think?”

Your mouth dried as he preened, posing and wiggling the glasses that were perched on his nose. His perfect nose that you’d give anything to feel against your-

“About what?” You asked nonchalantly, calmly. As if you weren’t actively trying to beat your brain with a baseball bat.

“The glasses. How do I look? Look too old?” He inquired.

So handsome. Sexy. Like I want to kiss you until they fog up.

“They look good,” you stated, keeping your responses short in order to save yourself some embarrassment.

“They look good, she says. You really know how to compliment a man, honey,” Rhett joked before making his way inside. Leaving you a sweltering mess on the porch.

You ended up staying for dinner - on behalf of Ellie getting on her knees practically begging you. You could never say no to her. Rhett made his “signature pasta” which was just spaghetti but you indulged him. It was rather good.

As he put the girls to bed, you helped wash up. You were drying the last dish when you heard his footsteps descending down the stairs. He wasn’t even in the room yet and your heart rate spiked. Damn him and the unknowing hold he had on you.

Rhett saddled up behind you, reaching up to grab a whiskey glass. His broad chest pressed against your back, heat radiating from his body that you could feel through your t-shirt. You couldn’t breathe. When you did inhale all you could smell was him.

“Want a drink?” He questioned, warm breath washing over you, tightening your throat in a vice grip. All you could do was nod.

He poured two glasses of the amber liquid, his new frames seated on his face once more. You were certain he put them back on just to tease you. Just to make you go mental - if the way his thin lips quirked up at the corner were any indication.

“What do you really think about these?” He asked after a beat of silence.

You were on the spot now. It was just the two of you. You had nowhere to hide. No book to stick your nose into.

“You look - you look very handsome. Smart. They bring out the blue in your eyes,” you stuttered with shaky breath. He hummed in response, a strand of hair falling out of place and onto his forehead. You couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out and tucking it behind his ear, pulling away swiftly.

It really did bring out the grey in his hair. You wanted to run your fingers through it and-

“You’re real sweet, honey.”

“I should - I should get going. It’s late,” you whispered.

“Yeah… have a good weekend, Tillerson. Thanks again for sticking around today.” Rhett fumbled with his wallet for some cash, brushing you off when you tried to tell him not to worry about it.

“I’ll see you Monday.”

“Bright and early.”

You couldn’t rid your mind of the image of Rhett in his glasses all weekend. No matter how much you tried.

[nirvanawrites111]

DILF Energy Choi Minho x Afab!Reader (Subby!September)

Short drabble ..(Chilee idk if it's a hard thought or a drabble lol)

Word count: 482

Pairing: Choi!Minho x Afab!Reader, no pronouns used

Warnings: Talks about pegging, pussy eating, reader being called daddy, bdsm.,

MINORS DNI PLS.

Here's the thing Minho is a respectable man in your community. He takes care of his kids, volunteers, and shows everyone what a great example of a man is.

Everybody wants him and lusts after him. You see the stares everywhere you go. You see how people go out of the way to find some way to talk to him like he's some celebrity or something.

He is divorced and treats his ex-wife good. He co-parents with her and everything. He comes over to your house and fixes everything. Your shower was clogged last weekend with hair; he fixed it immediately. Your grass was an inch higher than usual, he cut the grass. He doesn't mind helping you in any way he can.

While, any person would love how handy he is. You love his favorite kink more than anything.

He has a daddy kink.

Sure, most people who WANT to date him would love that. He literally radiates dilf energy everywhere he goes. But, with you, the daddy kink is different.

Minho likes it when you put him over his knee and spank him until his bottom is red, and he's calling you daddy.

When he comes to your house, he can be as vocal as he wants. He loves that you take charge and he gets to fully indulge in his role of your submissive.

He loves putting on a short maid outfit showing off those beautiful thick thighs and plump ass.

Have you bent him over a few times and fucked him over the bathtub or the sink? Yes, you love taking him and fucking him with your strap.

His a beautiful, strong man, and the fact that he begs to be fucked by strap and dominated makes you feel daddy as fuck.

You love how he always wants to eat you out. His tongue is so damn fast, and all he cares about is making you come until you can't anymore. Your pleasure is his priority, and he doesn't stop until you're literally pushing him off of you because the pleasure is so good.

You love fucking Minho on his back with his legs wrapped around his waist and you holding his hands over his head. You love seeing him staring up at you with those beautiful brown eyes.

There's nothing in this world that you love more than being on top of Minho and pounding into  his tight little hole.

Most people wouldn't understand how much you love being called Daddy by a man who radiates heavy dilf energy. But, you don't care what other people think.

You love how this makes you feel to have someone like him at your fingertips.

Your favorite part is when you overstimulate him and make him come so much that he moans out gibberish because it's so fucking good to him. You love seeing him ruined because of your actions.

[siremasterlawrence]

Re-mapping The Mind Of A Mobster

Thomas Tommy Marksman is the hottest guy with a dilf look to him on my block and he is about to be my type for the rest of his life whether be likes it or not because I say so.

I see him from across the room with the very harsh cold like look to it fiercely taking his time down the block, I can here is powerful feet pound the pavement as their cracks on the ground.I took a deep breath, summoning all of my will, letting my strength consume as I walk up to him, he stops looking down he stared deep in to my soul.

I let my right hand behind mg back pull out to cut his arm, he screams angrily looking at me and he picks me up by tee shirt lifting me up in to the air.I am now facing him head on as I lifting the fake and plastic knife to my lips licking the blood as it settles on my tongue sinking in to my blood stream.

He stares at me horrified at the sight of me, he is all so in awe of my nerve as well as my gut to do so, and he is scared dropping me as he makes a run for it.I grab him by his elbow twisting it so hard as he stops on impact, his facial expression is a sight to behold frozen in time and he is now empty.

As if he is hollow he stood mindless, empty and ready embrace everything I say simply put I am your life and he will do as I instruct of him.I shove him to the side placing my hand firm on to his neck yanking him forward as we my lips touch his and we make out with such intensity.

“What is happening to me? Who am I?”

“I am your Master Lawrence “

“You are my slave Thomas”

“You serve me with every intention in the world.

“You fall to your knees now”

“You submit completely to me”

“Mmmm…I am at your mercy “

“I love your Tom”

“I love you Master”

“This body is my playground”

“Yes Master”

“Your mind is a game “

“Play it”

“Do you want dance “

“Put a suit on”

“As you wish “

“Take me out for dinner “

“I would love too”

The end

Jamie’s Sandy Spell

Jamie Harvard is a non typical surfer always catching the ocean waves surfing away in to the deepest, darkest and most beautiful mysterious stories ever written.I walk out on to the beach setting my lovely beach towel on top of the sand, the air is on top of me flowing through the air and soon enough the umbrella is up.

He sails in when I caught him I took a grasp of sand in to my hand imbuing it with my own inner energy radiating and sink it all of the it consuming the sand.Once he lands back I race after him meeting him head on, he can’t stand me pushing me to the side and I hit him head on with the magic sand.

Hitting his back it absorbs under his skin in to his blood stream soon enough his head is speeding at unknown levels and he falls in to the sand.I laugh a bit touching his head I begin to pet him, I scratch his hear lovingly as he moans in pleasure and his lips start to curl in a sexy smile.

“What the fuck happened?”

“Hi Alan”

“You are that guy”

“Listen to me Alan”

“Okay sir”

“I am your Master”

“You kneel at my feet”

“You will see only me”

“I am your center “

“Because you serve me”

“I am your God”

“You love only me”

“You are madly in love with me”

“I consume you to your core “

“I am all that matters”

“Who am I?”

“My god, my world and my everything “

“Sir Yes Sir”

The end

Swimming In The Deep

“A real mermaid?”

“Merman”

“Sorry”

“Did you call me?”

“Yeah! Sorry about this “

“About what ?”

“Watch this “

“Bubububu”

“Stop playing that “

“What this horn?”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Why are you doing this?”

“You belong to me now “

“YES”

“You shall surrender willing to me”

“YES”

“All that you are and have belongs to me”

“I am serving you in all parts of my existence “

“The beautiful song”

“This song is like a Lullaby “

“It the most seductive tune”

“So deeply empowering “

“You are swooning to it “

“Madly in love with me”

“As a merman you will aide me”

“You will love me”

“You are all mine”

The end

[ya-bug-boy]

The twins with a Dilf reader

Like reader is a full on Dilf

Big Dilf energy

Mega Dilf

Is unaware of how Dilf he is

But the twins know

They know how much Dilf energy Reader radiates

kudos to our dilf kings out there, this is for you Submas x Dilf reader

Reader uses He/They pronouns! NSFW MENTION IN HERE 🔞 ADULTS ONLY

As if taking care of a Pokemon wasn't already enough work, you were the father of a son as well. Your son came unexpectedly in your life, coming from a broken relationship. Your previous partner was kind to you but not to your son and when you found out about your child's mistreatment, you immediately reported it and gained full custody after a month of deliberation. Your son, Ronin, was doing much better now. Over the past two years, you've been slow and steady with him, going to therapy to ensure his mental well being and happiness. He's doing much better now which made you more relieved. You were so focused in taking care of your son that you weren't really allowing yourself to have the opportunity too seek out romantic partners. Obviously you would have liked to have a partner or two, but where would you go and look? Generally speaking, people entertain the idea of dating a dad but not committing to the dad's kid. Then one day, it happened. You were absolutely certain Ronin was right next to you but when you were exiting the subway train, he didn't follow behind you, and subsequently was left behind.

When you realized what happened, you tried to turn back in time but it was too late. The doors had closed and the subway train took off. "No, NO, wait!!!" you yelled as the train took off.

When you exited the train, someone came with you. Emmet, one of the subway bosses noticed you.

"I am Emmet," he said with a smile. "Can I-"

"My kid was on that train, he's all alone!"

Immediately, Emmet's eyes widen and he pulls out a walkie talkie from his jacket pocket. He immediately conveys the urgency of the situation, a 7 year old child all alone on a train by himself! Terrible scenarios played through your mind but immediately, Emmet takes control of the situation, taking your hand and swiftly guiding you onto the next Subway train.

While on the train, you give Emmet an accurate description of Ronin, including the clothes he was wearing. He relays that information through his radio. It was an agonizing 15 minute wait until you saw your child again.

When you exited to the next station, you saw Subway Boss Ingo with your son in his lap, reading to him the book he had brought on the train with him.

"Noo, you're kidding!" Ronin giggled and laughed.

"No, I'm quite serious. There was a time a train exploded because someone's bottom was much too big. They sat on something and it resulted in the train breaking," Ingo said with a smile in his voice but not his face.

"Ronin!" You cry out as you run over, arms wide and ready.

Ronin sees and hears you and gently gets off Ingo's lap before running over to you, hugging your legs. You immediately kneel down to inspect him, turning his head this way and that, asking questions if he was hurt.

Ronin giggled, not aware of how dangerous the situation was at all and happily chirped, "No! I'm ok. Mr. Ingo was here."

You sigh, relieved and thank the twins profusely, apologizing for the trouble. The twins can't help but to blush when they see your smile.

You were eye candy to the twins and you were as sweet as you were handsome. Emmet originally approached you because he thought you were attractive but as you were on the train ride with him, he saw how much you loved your son. Ingo was charmed by your doting nature, as he envisioned himself to be in your shoes every once in a while, having daydreams of fatherhood.

After that day, you began to see them more often. You would see Ingo during the morning and Emmet in the evening usually, due to the trains you took to get from Anville Town to Nimbasa City. They were always kind to you and Ronin.

Ingo and Emmet would talk not just to you, but Ronin as well. When it was the morning, you eventually picked up on the habit of buying Ingo a cup of coffee and a cup of cocoa for Ronin, the three of you enjoying your hot drinks as you rode the train. Ronin loved when Ingo was reading books to him so much that Ingo went and bought children's books about trains for him. During the evening train ride, Emmet would allow Ronin to play with one of his Joltiks, but there would be a chance in which Ronin fell asleep. One time he fell asleep in Emmet's lap.

You weren't really aware of what kind of effect you had on the twins, despite how much time you've spent together by now. You were a handsome man, a sweet father, and a kind friend. You had a toothy grin, had a great belly laugh, and loved their company. The twins wanted to rail you verrrry badly.

Emmet jokes about calling you "daddy," wondering if you'd like to be called that. Ingo thinks about you in bed at night, thinking about not just a loving domestic house life with you, but how you are in bed, your pretty mouth around his fat cock… Emmet really wants a piece of your ass, wondering if you liked to be the bottom or the top. Either way, both twins really want you.

You're sort of unaware of all this still, having spent so long not dating anyone. You haven't dated anyone since you took custody of Ronin so you were pretty oblivious to all of the flirting the two tried to do. Not to say you didn't like the twins, you really did. But the idea of both twins wanting to date you and be a potential father for Ronin is beyond you. You just saw yourself as a Joe Schmoe kind of guy, not realizing just how fucking good you are.

The twins agonize over this. They want to convey that they like you! But it's hard to do that when Ronin is constantly with you since they don't want to impose on him as well.

But they'll figure out a way to talk to you. To get to know you, they really want to date you now. The twins sigh and lament, trying to figure out a way to ask you out.

One day, both of the twins are riding the morning train with you. Ronin immediately runs up to them and hugs them both, hugging Ingo first to which Emmet pouts, "Where's my hug?" Ronin laughs and hugs him immediately after.

You all sit down with drinks for everyone and make small talk for a while. Ronin is excited because there's a classroom Pokemon, a Caterpie that everyone is taking care of. Emmet talks excitedly about whether or not they get to battle with it. Ingo talks extensively about how to care for one.

Before you exit the train, you tell the twins, "By the way, check your guys' cups." The twins blink and stare at the cup you've given them to see your phone number on there! They stand there, baffled, faces red and you give them a wink and a smile before departing. The twins wait for you to leave, their eyes on your backside until you disappear before they start hollering and hooting about who gets to go on a date with you first.

[anjaelle]

White Light | Part VII

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Pairing: Ghost!Aaron Taylor-Johnson x Black!Reader Warnings: Language, mentions of previously un shown sex, mentions of blood and death Word Count: 2K Summary: Some questions get answered. But what comes next?

[Part I] | [Part II] | [Part III] | [Part IV] | [Part V] | [Part VI] | [☁Masterpost ☁] | [♫The Crimson Zombies Mixtape ♫]

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It was nearly one in the afternoon, and you were just waking up.

You couldn't remember the details of the dream you had. You just remember darkness and the eerie sound of shallow breathing. You couldn't quite place where it was coming from. It felt like it was all around you, no matter how much you turned.

And then you felt kisses trailing down the valley of your back. You could hear the chirping of birds and peeked open one eye to bright sunlight peeking through the blinds.

In the back of your mind, you could still hear the shallow breaths. But they were quickly pushed away by the feeling of calloused fingers gently tracing circles into your shoulder blades.

You felt your cheeks warm up at the memory of the night before. Two thoughts crossed your mind at once: First, you crossed a major boundary and you knew there would be consequences. Nature would have your ass on a platter. Second, you felt so much weaker. It wasn't quite the same level of hungover you felt the last time, but you felt like you could barely move. Like all the energy had been pulled from you. You remembered hearing his heartbeat. You felt his pulse thrum under the delicate skin of his throat when you pulled him in for a deep kiss. And you could remember the grip of his hands on you when he got down on his knees and buried his head between your thighs. You glanced over at the windowsill, noting the lonely wine glass and chipped paint and acknowledging the macabre irony of fucking a man in the same spot he died.

You felt...off.

"How did you get this scar?" Aaron suddenly asked. His voice had a subtle gruffness to it, like he'd just woken up from sleep.

"I cut myself on a fence when I was a kid," you explained after clearing your throat, "I was riding a scooter and I fell into the fence wiring."

He sucked air between his teeth, empathetically.

"Ouch." He paused for a beat and then said, "I remember seeing kids and their Razor scooters riding all over the city. Started outnumbering skateboards at one point."

You giggled, "You sound like an old man."

He ran his fingers along your back as if they were the strings of an acoustic guitar, pausing only to chuckle at your teasing.

"I'm supposed to be an old man, technically." You turned just in time to watch as Aaron stretched out beside you on your bed like he'd worked a 12 hour shift and hadn't slept in years. Your eyes lingered on new scars that you hadn't noticed before, decorating his elbows and fists. You noticed a few birthmarks along his torso, and you reached out to touch them.

He felt warm.

It was fascinating watching the way he seemed to navigate the space like nothing was wrong. Like he wasn't permanently stuck in 2003, and like he hadn't died at all. Maybe it was all an illusion. A trick of the mind. Or you were dreaming.

"Do you ever think about the fact that there was period when we were alive at the same time?" You suddenly said.

He didn't say anything, but he let out a low hum in thought. It was the first time it ever occured to either of you that you could've crossed paths at least once before.

"I'd like to think that in another life," he admitted, "you'd probably run into me in the street somewhere."

You couldn't help the grin that pulled at your lips, "You'd probably be an absolute DILF in that alternate timeline."

He laughed. It was the liveliest laugh you'd ever heard from him which surprised you, but caused a giggle to bubble out of you. His bright eyes crinkled in the corners, and you swore you could see joy radiating from every inch of his face.

"What's so funny?"

"I just didn't expect you to say that."

You reached over to push his hair away from his forehead, "I'm just surprised you know what the term DILF means, considering you're old and all."

Aaron rolled his eyes, "I know what MILF means. I can use context clues. I'm not that old."

You yawned, tucking your hand under your cheek on your pillow, "Okay, grandpa."

He watched you curiously as you meandered around the apartment over the course of the day. You looked exhausted. You had a muted exuberance about you that concerned him. And as he reached out to rub your shoulder, he was surprised at cool your skin was.

"Are you alright?"

"Mhm," you mumbled, "just tired."

It'd been well over an hour since you slowly pulled yourself out of bed and started your day. You seemed completely out of it. You pulled your book and laptop from the shelf and slowly shuffled back over to your bedside desk. He wandered to the window, leaning against the ledge and looking you over with concern.

"So are we just not gonna talk about what happened?" He asked, crossing his arms.

You rested your head in your hand, keeping your attention on your notebook.

"We fucked," you said plainly, "I don't know how it happened. But it did. Somehow you're corporeal form is quite real here. Maybe I did some mystical...fucking...necromancy with my vagina. I don't have the answers. I'm trying."

You swallowed hard. He could see concern on your face, but deep down he felt a little hurt and confused by the sudden switch in demeanor.

"You regret it."

"No," you immediately countered. When you finally looked at him, he could see exhaustion and fear in your eyes, but also the flicker of something else entirely. "I'm sorry. I'm just...I don't know."

"If you do, it's okay."

"I don't," you said firmly, "I just don't know what happens next. I feel like there's a guillotine over my head. I don't know what to do here."

He glanced down at the painted wood under his hands and absentmindedly picked at the chipped paint while you spoke.

"I don't regret it either," he admitted, shrugging, "I'd do it again if I could. But not if it hurts you."

This conversation felt so childish, he thought to himself. Like two teenagers who fumbled around in the backseat and got caught. He would laugh if the circumstances weren't so dire.

"I felt a heartbeat," he said, pulling a large chip of white paint off of the wood, "Did you feel it too?"

"Kind of."

"You were way too calm about it."

"I was kind of distracted."

You said nothing else, but he could tell that the gears were whirring in that pretty head of yours. He heard the rapid click of the keys and the scribble of pen on paper.

He scraped more paint off of the windowsill when something caught his eye. Etched under layers of paint, he noticed a small arrow carved into the wood. He pulled more paint off, exposing another arrow intersecting the first. If he could feel his heartbeat again, he knew it'd be thrumming like crazy. He jumped down from the ledge, fingering the etching with a shaking hand.

"Wait..." he suddenly said, mumbling to himself, "Wait, wait, wait....wait. No, that's...that can't fucking be it."

"What is it?"

He rushed to the kitchen, grabbing the sharpest knife he could find and rushed back to the windowsill to find you standing there, staring like he had 6 heads.

"Are you really about to carve up my window?" You groaned, "I won't get the deposit back."

"No, babe look." He excitedly pointed at the arrow carving in the wood panel that he'd exposed after lifting the paint. "That thing. That carving. It--I did that. Me and the boys did that."

You looked mildly intrigued, but didn't fully understand the excitement. You raised your brows and gave him a tired smile.

"Oh!"

You weren't getting it. He started rapidly lifting more chips of paint, forming a small pile on your floor.

"Listen, me and the boys did this thing--it was a stupid thing, but listen we were all sloshed and just did dumb things--but if I'm right about this--I think I know why I'm stuck here."

You still weren't fully understanding where he was going with this, but he rapidly pulled off the paint like a madman.

"What do you mean? What thing?" You were mildly irritated enough as it was, but you wanted to understand where he was going with this.

You peeked over his shoulder to see that he'd been rapidly peeling off half of the paint off of your windowsill. Your initial thought was how much you'd hate having to put the paint back on, but you watched him work anyway.

"We spent a ton of nights just being fuckin' plastered and the old guy downstairs hated us because we kept being loud. So we used to do stupid shit because we couldn't be arsed to make him like us. We just stopped trying. He used to try to get us kicked out for drugs and shit, but--look, my point is we had this plan to put all of our shit in this secret hole just in case they tried to find our stuff."

His mouth was going at a mile a minute, and you tried to follow through the excitement of the conversation. But, again, you were lost.

"Aaron, slow down and tell me what you're looking for."

"We had a secret thing in this window. I completely forgot about it and I thought they found it and fixed the hole but..."

He was about to speak when you heard the subtle clicking of a loose wood panel that was covered over by layers and layers of paint.

"Yes!" He shouted, pumping a fist in the air. As he wedged the knife under the panel to loosen it, a thin slab of wood popped up revealing a small treasure trove of junk.

A few coins. Some unidentifiable pills. A piece of string.

A dark lock of hair held together by a small paper clip.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." He whispered.

You felt like he was having a conversation with himself.

"What is that?" You asked, grimacing. He repeatedly reached to try and grab it, but it slipped through his fingers. It was the first time you'd seen that happen to him within the confines of the apartment. He huffed in frustration and tried to pick it up again, but it phased through his hand.

"It's mine. It's my hair."

Now you had more questions and even less answers. Starting with:

"Why is there a lock of your hair buried in the window ledge of my apartment?"

He stared at it, working his jaw. The physical reminder of his living body while his dead one was thousands of miles across the ocean seemed to weigh heavy on his mind for many obvious reasons.

"We thought it'd be a funny time capsule. We were also stupid." He mumbled.

You both stood in silence at the simplicity and the irony of the situation. But was it that simple? It couldn't have been that simple.

When you passed him to look at the loose panel, you noticed extra etchings in the wood. Some initials and vulgar images. Some acronyms you didn't understand. As your eyes followed the old wood, you noticed something else peaking out beneath the paint, just past the wood panel.

It was a stain.

Your stomach dropped.

Without another word, you took the knife from him and started to pull more paint off of the windowsill.

"What the hell is that?” you whispered, revealing more and more of the fading stain hidden by layers of white paint.

There it was, no bigger than your thumb but very obvious nonetheless.

You dropped the knife and stumbled back like you’d been punched in the chest. Your ears started to ring and you couldn’t breathe. He stood a some distance away, staring at the stain with a glazed over look in his eye. When you opened your mouth to speak, you tasted pennies in your mouth and your vision started to go dark in the corners. Your eyes dropped to the floorboards that'd been painted a darker color that didn't seem to match the wood in the other apartments, and you felt your knees buckle.

They painted over his blood.

[little-bullheaded-shit]

Okay but Darius being Hunter's dad means he's a dilf now right (excuse the bad humor)

Darius Deamonne is the only man I’ve ever seen who simply radiates dilf energy even prior to Hunter latching to him like the orphaned duckling he was.

Cannon Darius “dilf” Deamonne is a massive W in this house he deserves the title more than Alador.

[sonofthedunes]

HAPPY DILF LUKE FRIDAY!!!! ANY THOUGHTS YOU HAVEN'T SHARED YET???

and a happy dilf luke friday to you! i had the chance to ponder this at my dad’s birthday dinner, and the following image came to me:

you wake up after spending the night with luke. the morning is grey and chilly, a light rain is falling, and his side of the bed is empty. but you aren’t alarmed-this has happened before, and you know exactly where he’s gone. shuddering when your bare feet touch cold stone tiles, you slip into your training clothes and wrap yourself in one of luke’s spare robes before heading out (more material to keep you comfortable, with the bonus of smelling like him). the long grass whips to and fro in the breeze as you follow the ancient path to the highest cliffs, and there he sits in the lotus position on the grass. this is luke’s preferred place to meditate, and as long as you don’t disturb him you’re welcome to meditate there yourself or simply observe. you choose the latter today, settling on a nearby boulder and hunching into the robe against the icy drizzle. neither rain nor wind nor the endless roar of the ocean seem to bother luke; he’s as unyielding as your boulder, facing the horizon with his back straight and palms open to the sky. though you can’t see his face, you picture it with a startling clarity-eyes closed, lips slightly downturned, greying hair blown back from his forehead, the lines and wrinkles of a lifetime smoothed. he has cut himself off from the force, but he still radiates such power. under his skin churns the cosmos, strength beyond what most beings could possibly imagine. he brought an empire to its knees, battled formidable foe after foe, stood as a shining beacon of hope all across the galaxy. the man who peacefully perches before you could, if he so wished, tear you limb from limb without breaking a sweat. he wouldn’t. but he could. that thought is in the back of your mind more and more these days; you feel a shifting in the force, even if he doesn’t. something even more terrible than the first order approaches, and you came to this island not only to learn from him but to beg for his help in defeating it. the former he has acquiesced to, but on the latter he remains obstinate. i have to get through to him, you think for the hundredth time as you shake stray hair from your eyes. the resistance is counting on me. he’s…our last hope. our ONLY hope.

whether today will at last be the day you aren’t sure. you aren’t overly optimistic, but as you patiently wait for him to finish communing with whatever energy he’s linked to, you let a tide of complicated feelings wash over you.

you have a great deal of respect for master luke skywalker.

deep down, you’re a little terrified of him.

and maker help you, you’re finally starting to realize you might love him.