#single dad!Johnny

[temeyes]

hehe dad!soap likes matching with his kid

[shubloe-din]

I have no idea if I’ll get around to finishing these, so have some more single dads au sketches

Basically in this au Sonya and Johnny are divorced, and Suchin died in a car accident when Takeda was a baby

Johnny and Kenshi have seen each other around, mainly when dropping their kids off at school, and Kenshi has definitely caught the eye of the other. When Cassie and Takeda become friends, it forces their dads to see more of each other, creating new feelings and fun shenanigans for the kids to get into

[soap-ify]

nsfw mdni

okay but imagine being the teacher of single dad!soap's son! you teach in a nice, well-kept kindergarten — well liked by all the students, teachers and parents. how could they not? you were such a sweetheart. good with kids too, even if you initially thought you would be stiff around them.

relationships with students' parents was something you never gave yourself the luxury to even think of. it just seemed so unprofessional.

that all changed until you met one of your scottish student's parent on the parent-teacher meeting day. tall and nicely muscular, a nicely cut short mohawk on his head, royal blue eyes that just seemed so damn sweet and a big bright smile on his lips — john mactavish. he was like the sun, bright and powerful and the way he would call his son his 'wee bairn' — it was dangerously adorable.

he was so attentive to you, eyes sizing you up, carefully listening to each of your words. his child was doing great in this kindergarten, but his mind had soon drifted away from that. distracted by you. how could he not? he had just been so lonely ever since his kid's mother had left them, leaving him all alone to raise a kid at his own young age of twenty three.

now twenty-seven with a five year old son, he had even resigned from his military duties to focus on his son. but he was a bit tired, always alone and eager for some company despite already having lots of friends!

you were just so sweet to his child, a perfect teacher and a potentially perfect parent. that's why he made it his personal mission to get to know you better! for his kid, of course, definitely not for himself.

he had started accidentally bumping into you outside of the kindergarten, your meetings with him going outside the parent-teacher conferences. luckily you were single, and that just encouraged him more and more to go after you. not that he would let any man look at you anyways. he even offered you to tutor his son, despite the child already being nicely skilled. it was just an excuse so johnny could get to know you better.

tutoring sessions would turn into late night stays while johnny would tuck his son in bed before somehow convincing you to stay one more hour with him. he took full advantage of those nights, gently holding your hand and brushing his shoulder with yours. chaste little touches.

one particular afternoon, johnny invited you over to his house. apparently, he had dropped his son off to an uncle's house. finally, a full day alone with you.

it was all innocent at first, just casual talks about the everyday stuff. he even watched a movie with you! a sappy rom-com that made you cringe and laugh due to how hilarious it was. though he hadn't really been watching it, royal blue eyes solely focused on your reactions.

you didn't even notice how the time had passed by and the end credits had started rolling on the telly. but before you could get up from the couch, he had already grabbed your waist with his hands and pulled you closer.

"bonnie wee thing... i ain't lettin' ye get up. please say, pretty please?" he pouted, those pleading puppy eyes convincing you to stay with him on the couch. he had pulled you closer, strong arms keeping you tightly pressed with him. "cuddles?" he grinned.

an hour had passed into the cuddling session, your back flushed against his chest. all this time, you had felt his clothed cock rubbing against your plush ass through the fabric of your pants. you had tried to reason yourself, wanting to protest that you were his kid's teacher for god's sake. but you didn't. it felt nice. you knew how he looked at you, and you knew how fucking sweet he was to you. no one had been so caring towards you like him — cooking for you and even bringing you flowers whenever he came to pick his child up from school.

once you had gained some courage to nuzzle the back of your head against his neck, a switch on his brain just turned on and he was quick to turn you around, smashing his lips against yours. smothering your face and neck up with kisses, all while cooing sweet words into your ears.

"sweet thing. ye are perfect for my wee lad. wanna wife ye up so bad, keep ye in my house..."

all you could do was let out soft whimpers and moans, his hands effortlessly undressing you.

and before you knew it, he had fucked you full the whole afternoon and evening, thick cock filling up your hole, stuffing you full of his cum. might come handy later. leaving you as a tired, flushed mess. and the aftercare was godly. he cleaned you up with a wet towel, all while pressing kisses on your trembling thighs, your body so weak after all the orgasms he had pulled out of you. eight, or was it nine...? you couldn't remember.

he had used his tongue to clean up your fluttering, sore hole, though it was an excuse to somehow make you cum again. and oh, you did.

the night was spent in his arms, your exhausted body all snuggled up into him, a victorious grin on his lips. hopefully you didn't find him creepy, or a bit perverted. probably not, right?

the whole night he stared at you, thinking of more ways to make you fall in love with him, to somehow convince you to marry him. his son already liked you well enough, and so did he. it was perfect.

[girlishwhimsies]

thinking about the economic divide in the outsiders again. sigh.

[puella-peanut]

Every time I think of the terrible Cobra Kai Season 6, I think of what Dr. Ian Malcolm said in Jurassic Park. "They're so preoccupied with whether they could, they didn't think to consider whether they should.”

[roughroadhaley]

i don’t think it is humanly possible for the Robby-Johnny relationship to be as good as the writers want me to believe it currently is going, but i also don’t think it’s going half as bad as people on here or on reddit say it is, so it is incredibly challenging for me to find posts I agree with about them anywhere

[danibee33]

Don’t mind me.. just thinking about singledad/neighbor!Soap 🫶🏻

Thinking about how curious he would be to come home after work to see the big moving truck blocking his drive.

The townhome that shared a wall with his had been blissfully empty for months now, the last tenant had been a pompous old cunt, the kind that nagged and complained about how noisy the kids were.

Ah, his kids- who were currently, probably, driving the nanny just a bit mad. Two boys is no easy feat, much less a 2 year old with the same mischievous tendencies as his father, and a 5 year old who was too smart for his own good.

“Ach, definitely gets that from his mother.” he always says, even though everyone knows the man is smart as a whip.

But it’s when he nearly collides with a brown, cardboard box that he finally meets you.

You, who looked nearly on the verge of tears as you peeked your face around the side of the box before sitting it down,

“I’m- sorry..”, you apologized at least three more times before even making eye contact with him, looking up to see the outrageously handsome man just barely holding back a smile.

Soap’s curiosity was more piqued than ever, hearing your thick American accent- seeing you fumble for words before blowing out a long sigh,

“It’s been a long night- uh- day. I don’t know anymore.. I had a thirteen hour layover, and I haven’t slept in I think over twenty-four hours now? and you.. but, none of that matters. Ha.. um, hi.”

Oh- Fucking hell, you’re adorable. And he’s in trouble.

You extended a trembling hand, your name spoken so softly he could’ve missed it if he were further away- but he thinks he likes the sound of it.

“John MacTavish.. nice tae meet ye, lass.”

The weak giggle that tumbles from between your lips is a sweet sound, one he instantly finds himself craving more of-

“Somethin’ funny?” He asks, cocking his head to the side, your hand still in his because he noticed you haven’t made any effort to pull away.

And fuuuuck, the way your cheeks bloom an even brighter red makes your features somehow even more gorgeous- it’s honestly not fair, the universe giving him the prettiest little thing for a neighbor.

“No.. I just- your accent- and you, you’re very nice, oh- oh my god.” You finally let go of him, scrubbing the same hand over your face, “You’re.. my neighbor. And I’m blocking your spot. Christ alive.. I’ll move it, I’m sorry-“

Before he can tell you it’s fine, that you really didn’t have to, you had already flitted away.

+++

He doesn’t see you for another week. He sees the moving truck disappear, spots a sparkly holiday wreath on the door the next day, hears you quietly moving about mostly in the evenings, and sees your chimney puffing white smoke- but never you.

Until finally, the sound of his snow shovel draws you out.

You hadn’t even gotten dressed yet, it was that early. Sleepily making your way downstairs, pulling on your ridiculous fluffy robe as you go- Scotland winters would certainly take some getting used to.

It’s then you hear the oddly repetitive sound, scraping followed by a dull thump. Over and over.

You peek through the curtains, seeing your neighbor- your very good looking neighbor- bundled up in a thick plaid jacket, his overgrown mohawk covered by a black beanie, the dark curly ends just barely poking out around his neck.

He’s shoveling your walkway, oddly tan cheeks colored pink from the cold and exertion-

Without thought, you unlatch your chain lock, flipping the deadbolt next before yanking the door open,

“What are you doing?”

Nice.. real fucking smooth-

Soap looks up in surprise, big blue eyes meeting yours before straying- seeing your legs bare under the fuzzy pink robe, your hair pulled up in a messy bun, little baby hairs flying this way and that. (God, he’s so fucked, isn’t he?)

You watch him stand straight, casually leaning against his shovel when that same lopsided smirk as before graces his lips,

“Well.. we got a good bit o’ snow last night, and I figured since I were already up and at ‘em, I’d do the neighborly thing, y’ken?”

——

🫣🫣 oh god, I’ve watched waaayyyy too many cheesy holiday movies - send help.

[ghostedbunnie]

the voices are whispering about single dad! price and a teacher! reader and i'm not strong enough to not start drafting ideas 😩

[pookielious]

"Are you drunk trooper?"

"Leave me alone"

"Answer the question!"

"Yes sir I am drunk sir— drunk, sick and tired of patrols, taking orders.."

"Hey cobb. Shut up . It's boring okay ?"

"Taking his side johnny?"

"Yeah. I am."

[npdfavs]

Johnny Cage from Mortal Kombat 1 / Mortal Kombat Franchise has NPD ! ( implied )

— submitted by anon

[meteor752]

Debating on in the modern dlsmp kids au I should have Jimmy and Tango still be together with Johnny, or if I should have them as coparents, because I was never really the biggest Team Rancher shipper (I still like it tho, just not my cup of tea), but I do adore Team ZIT and quite a lot of Jimmy ships

[shubloe-din]

First meeting

Johnny was cooked from the start 😔

If you don’t understand what’s going on, Cassie is pointing out her friend Takeda to Johnny. But once Johnny gets a look at the handsome man next to him, he’s immediately down bad (real though, I would be too)

[michaeldamico]

Look at that-

Just like a Dad fid up with his son excuses-

Don't mind Tight Lips in the back he ain't saying nothin

[hoperays-song]

How many kids again?

Marcus meeting Rosita for the first time: How many kids do you have?

Rosita, adopting anyone who looks like they need a hug: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

[catrawoods]

Marcus, Stan, And Barry Headcanons ( Because they're being the best bros in the world )

they're all raised by a single Trans Father in 70s and 80s ( with no mother i guess )

Stan was born in 2 minutes early than Barry who's born in 1 minutes late than his was

not only, Marcus was 15 and knew that Barry censors of bullying in his first day in school with Stan as they were 8 years old. sometimes Marcus comforts him and saying that he's not fat, ugly, stupid or a freak because he believes that some people was beautiful, smart and talented in this world

after the graduation of college, Marcus left his brothers when they were 15 in middle school

Stan and Barry had arrived home form school and heard and knew that their dad was dying in a heart attacks during impact

Marcus arrived to see his brothers and knew that their father has died for no reason

Marcus told Stan and Barry about his wife's death crying in pain while holding 3 year old Johnny and being comforted by them

however in the prison when Marcus has trouble memories of disowning his son, Barry comforts him of passion because he knows that Johnny wasn't blaming him expect for Ava's death

Barry was helping Stan how to spell words but Stan was forgotten how he learned in spelling classes in school

they and Johnny heard Marcus' singing voice and knew that his voice sounds as a deathful and egotistic

Barry was smart to speak Filipino and he only said in pick up lines but His Brothers didn't understand but Barry told them the meaning in English

( Human Au ) Stan And Barry recognize or discover that rick is greater 5 inches than Marcus who's less 5 But Marcus was born in 4 month older than rick who's born in 3 months.

( Sorry, short Headcanons )

[zvdvdlvr]

imagine ur bd being out of the picture and your little girl running up to si ☹️🤍

   “Daddy!”

   Simon looked down, eyes wide at the little girl wrapped around his right leg. Johnny eyed him carefully. He was thankful none of the other café patrons paid any mind. “I’m not your daddy, love,” Simon said. He tugged his leg away gently but the strength of a child is hard to match.

     “Annalise, get off that man,” a woman cried. In the blink of an eye, she knelt near Simon’s leg and tugged the child away.

     “Dada!” She shrieked. Annalise’s chubby hands reached out for Simon’s. “Is dada, mama!”

     You shook your head. “I- I’m so sorry, sir. Her dad was in the military. Anna thinks everyone in fatigues is dada… Do you want me to get either of you a coffee to pay you back? I’m truly sorry.”

     Soap discreetly elbowed Simon harshly in the side. “‘M quite alrigh’ lass. Simon, here, would take a coffee if your serious. If you’ll excuse me, I got to go. Bye, little lassie,” the Scot rushed, face lightinf up at the way Annalise giggled as his parting.

     Annalise was still cooing and reaching for Simon. You just shifted her on your hip and rubbed her back. “Simon, yeah?”

     “That’s me, ma’am,” Simon nodded, feeling suddenly extremely exposed without the balaclava he had decided not to wear for one single occasion. “You don’t have to pay me back-“

     “Nonsense. I would feel like a bad person if I just let my kid latch herself onto your left and call you dad and then just swoop her up and leave,” you said, reaching for your wallet before walking over to the ordering counter. “What can I get you?”

     Simon ordered a small of his usual, watching you pull the money from your wallet without glancing at how much it costed. He observed you in that split second- a beautiful baby girl on your hip who thought any man in camo was her dad. So he had been in the service… Simon watched you smile kindly at the teen behind the counter who fumbled for your change. You murmured a quiet, “It’s quite alright, take your time.” A well-mannered, well put-together individual who was also very attractive. Simon knew what Johnny was doing when he left and Simon would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought you were a catch.

     “I seriously appreciate the coffee, ma’am, but it was unnecessary,” Simon said as you tucked your change back and waited for the drink. “As long as the kid’s alrigh’, I don’t need anything in return.”

     You smiled. You smiled at Simon and he swore his cold heart jumped in his chest. Clearly your bright smile disarmed Annalise as much as Simon because she let out a bubbly laugh and put her hands on your cheek. “What if I said I wanted to?” You asked coyly.

     Simon watched Annalise play with a baby hair near your face. “Then I’d say it’d be a cruel thing to tell a gorgeous woman no.”