#thank you Daddyyyy

[candiedpup]

look what arrived★彡

[xmushy-gushyx]

I got his jeans all messy >///////<👉👈

Right after he told me not to (💧^-^)

[bed-chemist]

ommmmg can u write something with nicolas being a new dad x reader wife 🙏🙏🙏 maybe them visiting his family during a short trip and him being sooooooo daddyyyy 😭😭 after seeing him in those GH pic with this baby …. 🥵😮‍💨 i just need a dad imagines with him since there isn’t any

❝Juno❞

─⋆♡ summary: You’re married to Nicholas Chavez and you bring your newborn baby to meet his grandparents.

─⋆♡ warnings: pregnancy, postpartum depression, fluff, allusions to sex but no smut, Daddy!Nicholas Chavez, Y/N used a few times, 1st person POV. as always i’m always learning so correct me if i missed something!!

─⋆♡ an: based on this ask & shoutout to that person because this was super sweet to write. there’s no public info on his parents and i felt weird looking for it so here’s some Chavez grandparents content. since this may be your introduction to me, i do write in first person, just inserting Y/N. 2nd and 3rd person are absolutely insufferable to me and make me wanna die. with that being said, i’m glad there’s no shortage of those fics on this website. my masterlist is the pinned post on my profile and i hope you all enjoy this imagine! ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

The journey to Nicholas’ grandparents’ house is filled with quiet anticipation. We haven’t visited in a while, not since Colette was born. I can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness at the thought of introducing Colette to her great-grandparents, Nick SR and Betty. Nicholas always speaks of them with such affection, often recounting tales from his childhood spent at their cozy home. They were instrumental in raising him, and their influence is deeply ingrained in who he’s become. Now, I’m eager to see how they’ll respond to our little family, especially to me as a new mother.

The sun is high in the sky as we pull into the gravel driveway, which crunches under the tires. The house is a charming, white colonial-style home with flower boxes beneath the windows, bursting with vibrant blooms. It looks like something out of a postcard—quaint and welcoming. Nicholas squeezes my hand as he turns off the car.

“You ready for this?” he asks, his brown eyes twinkling with excitement.

I smile, though my heart races. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I respond unwilling to let his hand go for the last time.

I eventually gain enough strength to go a second without touching him. We both step out of the car, and I unbuckle Colette from her car seat, carefully lifting her into my arms. She’s dressed in a soft, pastel onesie with tiny flowers embroidered on the front. Her big espresso colored eyes, so much like Nicholas’, blink up at me as she squirms a little in my hold. I kiss her soft forehead, breathing in that sweet baby scent that always seems to calm my nerves.

Before we even reach the front door, it flies open, and Betty appears on the porch. Her face lights up in a radiant smile as she hurries down the steps toward us. She’s a small woman, but she moves with surprising speed and agility, her silver hair tied back in a loose bun.

“There she is! Oh, it’s about time!” Betty exclaims, ignoring Nicholas entirely as she comes straight for me and Colette. Her arms are wide open, and she pulls me into a hug, careful not to crush the baby between us. “You, my darling, look even more beautiful than the last time I saw you. And this precious girl…” Her voice trails off as she gazes at Colette with shining eyes. “Oh, she’s just perfect.”

I laugh softly, returning her hug. “I’ve missed you, Mrs. Betty and thank you.”

Betty steps back, her hands still on my arms, her attention fully on Colette. “No, thank you! You brought another little angel into our family,” she says, her voice thick with emotion. “You’ve made me the happiest great-grandmother.”

Nicholas, standing off to the side, grins as he watches the scene unfold. “Hey, Grandma,” he chimes in, clearly amused. “Good to see you too.”

Betty waves a hand in his direction without even glancing his way. “Yes, yes, Nicholas. We’ll get to you in a minute.” Her eyes shimmer as she reaches out to gently stroke Colette’s chubby cheek. “She’s absolutely precious,” she coos. “She looks just like Nicholas did when he was a baby.”

Just then, Nicholas’ grandfather steps out onto the porch, his tall frame casting a shadow as he approaches us. His blue eyes light up when he sees me holding Colette. “Well, if it isn’t our favorite girl,” he says with a warm grin, pulling me into a quick hug before peering down at Colette. “And look at this—another beauty in the family. You’ve done well,” he adds, giving Nicholas a nod of approval before clapping him on the shoulder.

“Well she is 50% of me so…” Nicholas’s twinge of jealousy for his favorite girls peeks out.

“Oh, hush, Nicholas,” Betty replies, waving a hand at him dismissively before turning to me again. “Come on, dear, let’s get you inside. You must be exhausted after the drive. And you must let me hold this precious girl as soon as you’re settled.”

Inside the house, the smell of freshly baked bread wafts through the air, mingling with the scent of herbs and flowers. The living room is cozy and welcoming, filled with family photos and knick-knacks that speak of years of love and memories. There are pictures of Nick as a little boy, his brother, and even one of us on our wedding day.

Betty leads us to the couch, offering to take Colette for a little while so I can rest. “She’s such a calm baby,” Betty remarks as she cradles Colette in her arms. “I remember Nicholas being a little firecracker at this age—always kicking and fussing. But you, my dear, are an angel, aren’t you?” she coos, her voice full of love as Colette blinks up at her.

Nick Sr. settles into an armchair nearby, watching with a contented smile. “Betty’s right,” he says, his voice warm. “Nick was a handful. Always running around and getting into trouble. I don’t know how we managed to keep up with him.”

Nicholas chuckles, settling beside me on the couch and wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Yeah, I’ve heard those stories a few times.”

“I bet you have,” Betty says, her eyes twinkling. “But look at you now—such a wonderful father and husband. We’re so proud of you.”

My heart swells at their words, and I feel a wave of gratitude wash over me. It’s clear how much they love Nicholas and how deeply they cherish their family. Their affection extends to me as well, making me feel welcomed in a way that eases the nervousness I had felt earlier.

Betty carefully passes Colette back to me, and I can’t help but notice how her eyes linger on us—on the way I hold my daughter, the way Colette nuzzles into me. After a moment, she glances at Nick Sr., sharing a look that seems to speak volumes.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Betty says suddenly, rising from her seat with a bright smile. “We have something to show you.”

She disappears into another room, returning moments later with a large, leather-bound photo album. She hands it to Nicholas with a wide grin. “These are pictures of you when you were about Colette’s age. I thought it’d be fun to compare.”

Nicholas takes the album and begins flipping through the pages, his eyes lighting up as he sees the photos. “Oh wow,” he says, pointing to a picture of himself as a baby, bundled in a blanket. “Look at that, she really does look like me.”

I lean over to see the photo, and sure enough, the resemblance is striking. Colette has inherited her father’s dark hair and expressive eyes, and there’s something about the way she smiles that’s undeniably Nicholas Chavez.

Betty beams. “She’s got that same spark in her eyes that you had. And those cheeks! I could pinch them all day.”

I can’t help but smile as Nicholas flips through more photos—Nicholas as a toddler, covered in mud from head to toe; Nicholas on his first day of school, looking serious and determined; Nicholas holding a toy sword, pretending to be a knight. It’s clear that his grandparents were there for all of it, capturing every moment with care.

“Look at this one,” Nicholas says, laughing as he holds up a picture of himself as a toddler, sitting in a high chair with spaghetti sauce smeared all over his face.

Betty chuckles. “You loved spaghetti. Still do, if I remember correctly.”

As we continue to flip through the album, Betty excuses herself and motions for me to follow her into the kitchen. I hesitate for a moment, unsure of what she wants to talk about, but her kind smile reassures me.

Once we’re alone, she turns to me, her expression soft and full of understanding. “I just wanted to tell you that you’re doing a wonderful job, Y/N,” she says, her voice gentle. “Being a new mom is hard, and it can feel overwhelming sometimes. But from what I’ve seen, you’re handling it beautifully.”

I feel a lump form in my throat at her words, the unexpected kindness bringing a surge of emotion. “Thank you,” I say quietly. “It’s been… challenging at times. I have moments where I wonder if I’m doing it right.”

Betty reaches out and takes my hand, squeezing it gently. “Those moments of doubt are normal. Every mother feels them. But you have such a natural way with Colette. She feels safe and loved with you—that’s the most important thing.”

I nod, blinking back tears. “It’s just… sometimes I feel like I should be able to do more. I get so tired, and Nick’s been amazing, but…” I trail off, stopping myself from revealing my biggest insecurities.

Betty’s eyes soften even more. “It’s okay to ask for help, dear. You don’t have to do it all on your own. If you ever need anything—advice, a break, someone to talk to—you can always come to me. I’m here for you, and so is Nicholas. We’re all family now,” she offers.

Her words wrap around me like a comforting embrace, and for the first time in a while, I feel a sense of relief. “Thank you,” I whisper, grateful beyond words.

Betty smiles and gives my hand another gentle squeeze. “You’re doing wonderfully. Just remember to take care of yourself too, okay?”

I nod, my heart swelling with appreciation for this woman who has welcomed me into her family with open arms. As we walk back into the living room, I feel lighter, the weight of my doubts lifting just a little.

Nicholas looks up as we enter, his eyes softening as they meet mine. “Everything okay?” he asks, his brow furrowing slightly in concern.

I smile, feeling a warmth spread through me. “Yeah,” I say softly. “Everything’s perfect.”

As the afternoon fades into evening, Betty leans forward with a warm smile, her hands clasped in her lap. “It’s been so wonderful having you all here today,” she says, her eyes soft as she looks between Nicholas, me, and Colette. “Why don’t you stay the night? It’s been far too long since we’ve had a full house, and we’d love the chance to spend more time with you.”

Nicholas turns to me, his voice gentle as he asks, “What do you think? We don’t have anywhere to rush off to, and it would give me a break from driving back tonight.”

I hesitate for a moment, weighing the offer. I think about Colette’s bedtime routine, the packed bags in the car, and my own exhaustion. But as I glance around at the warmth of the house, Nick’s grandparents’ eager faces, and the calmness that seems to settle over everything, I feel myself relax. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a change of scenery, and the idea of spending more time here—surrounded by family—sounds like exactly what I need.

“That sounds wonderful,” I say, smiling at Betty. “Thank you. We’d love to stay.”

Betty’s face lights up, and Nick Sr. nods with a wide grin. “Perfect,” he says. “We’ve got the guest room ready, and I can set up the bassinet in the guest room next to it. It’ll be like old times, having a little one in the house again.”

Betty stands, already making her way toward the kitchen. “I’ll put some tea on for later. You two make yourselves at home.”

Nicholas squeezes my hand, a smile spreading across his face. “See? It’s going to be a nice, quiet night—just us, Colette, and the best grandparents ever.”

The evening unfolds comfortably from there. Betty and Nick Sr. share stories about Nick’s childhood over cups of tea, their voices light with laughter and nostalgia. As the night deepens, we finally make our way to the guest room. It’s cozy and inviting, with a soft bedspread, and warm lighting.

Colette falls asleep easily after nursing, making for an easy bedtime routine. Nicholas and I kiss her on the forehead goodnight once we’ve got her situated in the bassinet. We separate briefly to prep for bed and when I’m finished, I crack open the door to the en-suite bathroom.

Nicholas looks up from a script, setting it to the side of the bedside table. My feet patter over to him and he pulls back the duvet for me to climb in. “I’m so tired,” I note as I slide between the sheets.

He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to his body. “I know, baby. Maybe my grandparents will watch her in the morning so we can sleep in,” he theorizes lowly, but I can still feel the bass of his voice rumbling from his chest into my back.

I sigh, letting my eyes flutter closed. It’s been an emotional day, and I’m ready for sleep. “It’s okay if they can’t. I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he breathes out with his lips kissing my ear one last time.

My body lets me drift into sleep, hearing nothing but Nicholas’ breathing and the faint sound of crickets outside. But that peace is eventually interrupted by the familiar sound of Colette’s soft cry filling the quiet room.

I blink awake, momentarily disoriented, unsure of where I am. The dimly lit room feels unfamiliar, and for a brief, groggy moment, I can’t remember how we ended up here. But then the memories come rushing back—the visit to Nick’s grandparents, Betty’s kind words, the warmth of the evening.

With a heavy sigh, I sit up in bed, my body aching with fatigue. I haven’t gotten nearly enough sleep, and Colette’s cries, though soft, feel like they’re pulling me out of the little bit of rest I’ve managed. The sheets feel cold, and for the first time tonight, I realize Nick’s arms aren’t wrapped around me as they usually are.

The bed dips beneath me, and I hear the soft thud of feet padding across the floor. “Shit,” Nicholas mutters under his breath as he comes into view. I lift my head, watching him groggily fumble with the baby monitor to turn down the volume.

His chocolate tinted eyes meet mine in the dimly lit room, his face softened with a sleepy smile. “I got it, baby. Go back to sleep,” he murmurs, his voice thick and gravelly.

I don’t resist as my head falls back onto the pillow. Nicholas tucks the duvet around my shoulders, his touch warm and reassuring, and leans down to kiss my forehead before slipping out of the room.

As my eyes flutter shut once again, I can’t help but feel immense gratitude for him—for understanding, for seeing me. Nicholas has always been an amazing partner, but since Colette was born, something has deepened. Maybe it's the way he’s embraced fatherhood, those tender daddy traits emerging in him day by day.

I don’t know how long I drift in and out of sleep before the bed dips once more. This time, I turn over to face Nicholas, only to find him kneeling on top of the duvet, cradling Colette in his arms. He gently rocks her, and his brown eyes, full of apology, meet mine. “I'm sorry, babe,” he says softly. “She’s hungry, and I checked the fridge and my Grandma must’ve given her the rest. We’re out of pumped milk,” he gives his valid reason for disturbing me.

With a tired sigh, I push myself up, scooting back against the headboard. “It’s okay,” I reply, motioning for Nicholas to hand Colette to me. “It’s not your fault I don’t pump fast enough for her.”

Nicholas shifts closer, still kneeling, his eyes warm with reassurance. “It’s not your fault either, baby girl,” he says tenderly. “You’re doing everything right. She’s just got my appetite, that’s all.”

Nick’s words bring a smile to my face as I take our little girl in my arms, feeling the love and support that radiates from him. Colette’s small body relaxes the moment she’s nestled in my arms, and I adjust my position to help her latch on. Instinctively, her tiny mouth finds its way, and I feel that familiar pull as she begins to nurse. The room is quiet now, save for the soft sounds of her feeding and the gentle rustle of the duvet as Nicholas shifts beside me, sitting back in his spot where he just laid.

The weight of exhaustion still presses heavily on my body, but there's something calming about this moment—something intimate and grounding. Colette’s little hand rests against my skin, her tiny fingers curling and uncurling as she nurses. Despite the tiredness, I feel a sense of peace wash over me.

Nicholas watches us, his expression soft and filled with admiration. He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair away from my face, his touch tender. "You’re amazing, you know that?" he whispers, his voice barely more than a breath in the dark.

I smile faintly, my heart swelling at his words, but before I can respond, he continues, his eyes never leaving mine. "I don’t tell you enough how much I love you... both of you." His gaze flickers to Colette, his eyes warm and full of adoration. "Watching you with her... seeing how strong you are, how much you give every day. You’ve made me the luckiest man in the world, Y/N."

His words sink into me, wrapping around my heart like a warm blanket. The weight of my earlier guilt begins to lift, replaced by the quiet assurance that I’m not alone in this. We’re a team, navigating the highs and lows together.

"I love you too," I murmur, my voice thick with emotion as I glance down at Colette, her soft breaths steady against me. "And I’m so grateful for you. I couldn’t do this without you."

Nicholas leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead, lingering for a moment as if sealing the promise of his words. "You’re the best mom, you know that? And she’s lucky to have you," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my skin.

I close my eyes, soaking in the warmth of his presence and feeling the steady rhythm of Colette’s nursing. In this moment, the exhaustion, the doubts, and the guilt of my postpartum depression fade into the background, leaving only the love we share—the love that brought Colette into our lives.

Nicholas settles back into bed beside me, his hand resting gently on my leg, a silent reminder that we’re in this together. And as Colette’s soft suckling continues, I let myself fully relax.

Once Colette finishes nursing, her tiny body grows limp in my arms, signaling she’s drifted back to sleep. I carefully adjust her, cradling her small frame against my chest. Nicholas is still sitting beside me, his hand never leaving my leg, his eyes filled with the kind of tenderness that makes my heart swell.

“Do you want me to take her?” Nicholas asks softly, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

I nod, and with practiced gentleness, he scoops her up and places her between us on the bed. Colette barely stirs, her little hands curling up by her face as she nestles into the space between us. The sight of her lying there, so peaceful and content, brings a soft smile to my lips. My body involuntarily slides down and I stoke her cheek with the back of my finger.

Nick lays down with his head propped up in one arm, the other sliding around me. But as I gaze at Colette sleeping peacefully between us, a small wave of anxiety creeps in. What if we roll over onto her during the night? My breath hitches slightly, and I turn my head toward him.

Nicholas immediately senses my concern and shifts closer, his hand coming to rest gently on my cheek. "Hey, don't worry," he says softly, his voice reassuring. "I’ve got her. We’ve got her. I won’t let anything happen." His thumb brushes against my skin as he speaks, his gaze steady and full of calm. "I’ve read up on this, remember? She’s safe with us. We’re light sleepers, and we’re both hyper-aware she’s here. I’ll make sure we’re careful."

I nod, though the worry still lingers. Nicholas leans in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "You won’t roll over on her. I won’t either. Trust me, baby. And if you’re still worried, I can take her back to the bassinet,” he assures me.

I glance down at Colette, her tiny chest rising and falling, completely at ease between us. There’s something comforting about her being so close, something I don’t want to give up. "No," I say softly, shaking my head. "I want her here with us. I just... I get nervous sometimes,” I admit to him, the concerns laced with my postpartum depression symptoms.

"I know," he murmurs. "But you’re not alone in this. We’re doing it together, okay? She’s safe. We’ll keep her safe,” he promises.

His warmth and the calm assurance in his voice help to ease the anxiety a little, and I let out a slow breath. I snuggle closer to him, nestling my head in the crook of his neck. "Thank you," I whisper.

Nicholas kisses the top of my head, his hand stroking Colette’s tiny arm before returning it to my waist. “I used to dream about this,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “You, me, and a baby… just lying here like this, all together.” His eyes shine in the dim light, filled with a quiet wonder. “I’d imagine what it would feel like, how perfect it would be. But this... this is even better than I imagined.”

His words sink deep into my chest, filling me with warmth. I glance down at Colette, her chest rising and falling steadily between us, and I feel a wave of contentment wash over me. “I’m glad too. It’s everything I didn’t know I needed,” I whisper back.

Nick’s thumb rubs gentle circles over the exposed skin on my side, and for a while, we lie there in comfortable silence, both of us watching Colette sleep. I feel the weight of his arm around me, the warmth of his body, and I can’t help but think about our future—about the life we’re building together.

After a while, I glance up at Nick, my voice soft but curious. “Do you ever think about… having another one? Another baby, I mean.”

His reaction is immediate. His brown eyes light up, the glint of excitement undeniable. He grins, that boyish, playful smile I fell in love with, and there’s no hesitation in his voice. “Oh, absolutely. I thought one of you was cute, but two though? Didn’t think I could handle it. But now that I’ve experienced it, I want three of you as soon as possible,” he rambles.

I laugh softly, both amused and surprised by his enthusiasm. “Three of us, huh?” I ask to clarify he’s not drunk on love.

“Yeah, babe,” he says, his hand moving to stroke Colette’s tiny hand before trailing over my arm. “We could start trying as soon as possible. I mean, why wait? We make great babies together,” he jokes and I stifle a laugh to not wake up our sleeping child.

His grin turns mischievous as he leans in closer, his voice dropping a little lower. “We could even try out some freaky positions this time… you know, spice things up.”

I roll my eyes playfully, shaking my head at him, though my heart flutters at his words. “That’s all you, God bless your dad’s genetics,” I tease, eyeing him with a smirk.

Nicholas chuckles, clearly enjoying my response, but there’s a seriousness in his eyes too—a real desire to keep building this life together. “I’m serious though,” he murmurs, his hand moving to rest on my waist. “I want more of this. More of us. I want a whole bunch of mini versions of you running around, driving me crazy in the best way.”

His words hit me in a way I wasn’t expecting, and I feel a flush of warmth spread through me. I lean closer, letting my fingers trace over his arm. “You’re really ready for another one, huh?”

Nick’s gaze locks with mine, intense but full of love. “Yeah, Y/N. I don’t just want another one. I want a whole football team of kids with you. As soon as you’re ready,” he says firmly.

I bite my lip, considering his words, feeling the quiet excitement bubbling up inside me. “I might just let you lock me down tonight,” I tease, my voice soft but playful.

His eyes darken slightly, that same spark of mischief flickering in them. “Oh, baby, don’t tempt me,” he murmurs, leaning in to press a lingering kiss against my lips.

I pull back slightly, laughing against his mouth. “Let’s not rush it,” I whisper, even though my hormones are raging at the thought. “But... I do love the idea of growing our little family,” I add to soften the blow of sex denial.

Nicholas grins again, his arm pulling me closer as Colette sleeps peacefully between us. “Then let’s make it happen,” he says softly. “One more baby… and then another after that, we can talk again. I just know I want it all with you. Every first word and every first day of school, my love.”

I smile, resting my head on his shoulder, letting the warmth of his words and the future he envisions wash over me. “One step at a time,” I murmur, though the idea is already taking root in my mind, the thought of more little ones filling our home with love.

As we lay there, cuddling around Colette, the future feels wide open—and incredibly full of promise. The room is quiet, the soft hum of the night surrounding us, and as we lay there, I feel the steady rise and fall of Nick’s chest beneath my palms.

“Goodnight, baby,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. I smile softly, my body already succumbing to sleep as I whisper back,

“Goodnight, Nicholas. I love you,” I murmur, never getting tired of reminding him.

“I love you too,” he replies, his voice full of warmth and certainty. “Both of my girls.”

With that, the last thing I feel is the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of Colette’s breathing between us, and the overwhelming sense of love that wraps around the three of us, pulling us into the soft cocoon of sleep.

The next time I stir awake, it’s to the feeling of the sun shining on my face. Nicholas’ familiar presence is next to me, his body relaxed as he leans back against the headboard. I can feel the steady rhythm of his breathing, the slight rustle of pages as he quietly reads. For a moment, I let myself enjoy the comfort of having him close.

But something is wrong.

I don’t feel Colette.

The tiny body that was nestled between us is gone, and in an instant, a wave of cold panic floods my chest. My breath catches, and my heart starts to pound, my worst fear bubbling to the surface. Oh God, did I roll over her? Did we…?

My eyes snap open, and I sit up abruptly, frantically scanning the bed. My hands reach out, patting the mattress in blind desperation as my breath quickens. Where is she? My mind spirals into worst-case scenarios, and my pulse races faster with each second I can’t find her.

Nicholas looks up from his script, his brow furrowing as he notices my panic. “Y/N, baby, what’s wrong?” His voice is calm, but I can hear the concern lacing his words.

“Colette,” I breathe, my voice barely a whisper as the fear clutches at me. “She’s not here, Nick. I—where is she?”

Nicholas immediately places his script aside and sits up, reaching for me. His hands find my shoulders, grounding me. “Babe, she’s fine,” he says gently, his voice steady, though I can see the alarm in his eyes as he realizes why I’m panicking. “Grandma has her. She came in earlier to take her so you could rest. She’s with her now, probably showing her off to her knitting group. Everything’s okay.”

I stare at Nicholas, the rush of adrenaline still coursing through me, but the words slowly sink in. Colette isn’t in danger. She’s not here because Betty took her.

I let out a shaky breath, pressing a hand to my chest as the fear begins to ebb away. “I thought… I woke up and she wasn’t there. I thought we—” My voice falters, not even wanting to finish the thought.

Nicholas pulls me into his arms, holding me close. “I know. I’m sorry. I should’ve woken you to tell you, but you looked so peaceful, and I didn’t want to disturb you,” he apologizes profusely.

I nod against Nick’s chest, the tension finally loosening from my body as I cling to him. “I just… that’s what I’ve been afraid of, rolling over her in our sleep,” I admit.

“I know,” Nicholas murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “But I would never let that happen. I swear that to you,” he adds.

I take a deep breath, letting the warmth of his embrace steady me. My pulse slows down, and the overwhelming panic that had gripped me starts to dissipate, leaving me feeling drained. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have freaked out.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Y/N,” Nicholas says, his hand gently stroking my back. “You’re a mom. It’s normal to worry, but I’ve got you. I’ve got both of you.”

I pull back slightly, meeting his eyes that are full of understanding. “Thank you,” I whisper, my voice still shaky but filled with gratitude.

Nicholas smiles softly, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “Get some more rest, okay? Grandma’s got Colette covered.”

I nod, feeling the last remnants of panic finally fade. I glance at his script beside him and give a tired smile. “You’re memorizing lines this early?” I pry.

He chuckles. “Just passing the time until you woke up. But you come first,” he vows.

I sink back into the pillows, the warmth of Nicholas beside me a comforting presence now that the fear has passed. As I close my eyes, the world feels right again. Colette is safe, Nicholas is here, and I let myself relax fully for the first time since waking up. The panic has faded into the background, leaving only the steady hum of reassurance from my husband beside me.

[m-jelly]

Levi loves it when it's bath time with his son. Before he became a father, bath time was a way he relaxed and spent a romantic moment with you. After his son was born, he took care of bath time so you could relax. He encouraged you to relax because you always did so much for him and your darling son.

So, tonight was bath time and he was going to share the bath with his darling son, Evan, while you were making the last snacks of the night before bed. The tub was a perfect heat with Evan's usual toys in.

Levi sat behind his son as he washed his hair and talked about the smallest things. Each chat and story was fun and made Evan giggle. Evan adored both of you so much and he was always full of happiness and joy.

Once Evan was cleaned up, Levi cleaned himself quickly. He lifted his son up and out of the bath before joining him. It was clear Evan was full of energy, so Levi needed to act fast to dry his son off and change him. He wrapped a towel around his hips first and then grabbed Evan's fun towel with little rabbits all over.

As soon as Levi turned around he saw his son's back and little butt disappear out of view. Evan raced out of the bathroom giggling away. It took Levi a few beats to register what had happened, but then he kicked into action and sprinted after his son.

You hummed a little song to yourself as you checked your freshly baked chocolate-filled croissants. You were happy they were cooled down enough for your husband and son to enjoy. A little giggling getting closer caught your attention because it was getting louder and closer.

When the giggles grew very close, you turned around to see your three-year-old son running butt naked through the living room as he laughed. You gasped when your husband soon followed with a towel wrapped around his hips, his muscles shining with the last bits of bath water on him. Every muscle was divine in your eyes and his wet hair hung in his eyes a little.

You gripped your chest as a mix of emotions filled you. You were excited at seeing your husband almost naked running around, but at the same time, it was incredibly funny and sweet that your son was making a break for it.

You started laughing at the sight. "My goodness."

Levi scooped up his son making Evan squeal with laughter. "We've got an escaped convict! A criminal known as Evan Ackerman ran away from the scene of the crime!" He held Evan upside down. "Criminal has now been apprehended!"

Evan laughed hard. "Daddyyyy"

You walked over to the pair. "What's his crime?"

Levi hugged Evan close. "Being too cute."

Evan giggled. "Hi, mama!"

You waved at him. "Hi, my little bunny. So, you're a little criminal, huh?"

"Yes!"

Levi hummed. "He learned his powerful cuteness ability from the greatest cute criminal in the world."

You smirked. "Oh yeah."

He walked up to you and kissed you. "You. I've got my eye on you, Mrs Ackerman."

Evan patted your cheek. "Pretty mama."

You kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

Levi put Evan over his shoulder causing him to laugh. "I'm going to take this criminal away. If you're good, Evan, you can get a tasty reward."

You hummed a laugh. "He's right, I made chocolate croissants."

Evan cheered. "Thank you, mama!"

Levi pointed at you. "I'll give you your tasty reward later tonight when this criminal is in his cell for the night." He winked at you. "Prepare yourself."

You felt a shiver run through. "Y-Yes!"

Levi carried his son back and changed him quickly into his favourite PJs. As soon as Evan was dressed, Levi handed him his favourite cuddly bunny. Levi cleaned the bath with Evan following him around. Once everything was cleaned, Levi pulled on his PJs and carried his son back to you in the living room.

You snuggled up to your husband on the sofa and began kissing his neck. "You're such a wonderful father to him."

Levi massaged the inside of your thigh. "Thank you. I just try and have fun with him." He gazed at you. "You're an incredible mother."

You felt yourself flush. "Thank you." You kissed him and hummed. You smiled when you heard Evan giggling. "Levi, I think the criminal is watching."

Levi looked over at Evan standing there with his croissant in his little hands. "You're right. The criminal is back!"

Evan squealed with laughter and ran away. "Can't catch me!"

Levi ran after him. "I will!"

[99k4manii]

N.A.I.L.S

Doing this to gojo

MINORS DNI

warning: edging(kinda) nsfw, nicknames like pa,daddy,ma/mami (NOT PROOF READ ND REALLY SHORT)

Gojo satoru x black! Reader

“who came ta make sweet love~? Not me~” you had sung quietly laying on gojo’s lap while he played COD, you continued humming the rest of the song but then you scrolled on you’re instagram (on that iPad you begged gojo for) to see sum nails, they weren’t specifically cute but it made you want to get your nails done. “Pa!” You had said excitedly, but he had ignored you. But you was ganna get what you wanted whether he liked it or not. “Toruuuu” you dragged the last letter of his name, “what ma.” He said eyes glued to the screen smashing buttons on his ps5 controller, “can I get my nails doneee~?” “Y’Ya asking me?” Like he didn’t know you wanted him to pay obviously! “becauseee I need you t’pay for ittt!” He ain’t respond “pleaseeee daddy~? Pretty pretty pretty pleaseee??” You kept going till you heard an annoyed sigh which meant yes. “Go get my wallet off the counter over there” he said eyes still glued to the screen. After you gave him the wallet you basically sprinted though the apartment to the bedroom.

You went to your walk in closet and started to get dressed, you wore this when you came back to the leaving room he had his card out on the coffee table signaling to grab it. “I had already got you a Uber it’s finna be outside.” “Thank you baby!” You said almost sprinting out the house till he stopped you, “ain’t you forgetting sum?” you walked back and gave him a kiss “that’s what I thought. bye I love you” “love you too!”

You came home with these nails with gojo’s  initials on them, “baby I’m home!” You shouted because he wasn’t in the living room anymore, you took off your shoes and walked towards the bedroom seeing him on his phone while the tv plays “Madea's Family Reunion” as he smirked at the little jokes n stuff made on the show you hoped on the bed “wanna see my nails??” “Mhm” he said putting his phone down for a little to take a quick look at your nails barely taking in the details. “Cute” he looked back at his phone, you smacked your lips, “you ain’t even look at ‘em!” You sat against the back board, then you remembered a TikTok trend you had seen! So you decided to try it. You pulled your phone out your purse then dropped the purse on the ground, you unlocked your phone going to TikTok and found to sound. “Baby I need you to stay very still f’me okay?” “Why?” “Just do it!”

You placed your hand on his crotch and started recording while grinding your hand on his shaft, he shifted his head toward putting his phone down trying his best not to move or show any typa weakness, “fuck you doing?” He said with his teeth together, “shhh! I’m recording!” This continued for a good 15 seconds this 15 seconds he noticed how cute your nails really were he also noticed the boner on his pants. You stopped recording and drafted the video. Then you put your phone on charge about to get up then he gripped your Arm and stopped you. “Y’think you can pull shit like that and get away with it?”

“Nghh~! Ohhhh~! F-fuckkkk toruuu!” “Yeaaaa just like that mama~” he had your legs over his shoulders your anklet with his name on it jangling in his ear, “fuckkkk mama give it t’me~” “torruuuu~~!” He pulled out and flipped you over arching your back, bullying his cock in your fat cunt smacking your ass making your brown skin turn a little pink “Yeahhh~ fuck me back ma- shittt!” He yelled feeling his orgasm come close “daddyyyy I’m finna cummm~!” You said with a shaky tone eyes slowly closing and opening “cum f’me baby” your eyes rolled back after y’all both hit that orgasm at the same time.

After fucking for another 1 and a half you were snuggled up to his tated chest drifting to sleep, while he was scrolling through instagram and Pinterest for you some new nail ideas.

Should I do a pt.2?

anywayssss ik its short as I said I really can’t type for dat long cuz my computer broke f’now but I’m telling uu once it fixed ima be boomin!

Bye lovelysss!!

[artethyst]

~ Leaves In A Sky Full Of Stars ~

Eris Vanserra x Rhysand’s Sister! OC/Reader

Little Silas Vanserra had Eris vowing to never have anymore children.

He thanked the Mother that his daughter was a little angel- still at the age where she wanted to be carried everywhere, snuggled peacefully in an adult’s arms.

Her pale hair and violet ringed autumnal eyes reminding him so much of the woman he loved.

Her older brother was the complete opposite.

He wondered if this was his punishment, a cruel joke played upon him by the Gods for having such a carefree life since his father died and reminding him that he needed to keep his faltered guard up.

And that’s how he felt in the early hours of the morning, with little hands patting at his face and excited little feet hopping on the oak floors of his bedroom.

Tired.

He cracked one amber eye open- unceremoniously meeting a matching golden flecked iris, one full of wonder and guiltlessness, as he supposed his own once were.

He closed it as quickly as it had opened, letting a wry smirk take over his ostensibly lazed features.

“Daddyyyy I know you’re awake-“ the little boy began incredulously before shrieking in glee as Eris swooped him onto his chest with ease, tickling his son mercilessly as his Mate softly slept beside him.

After the boy had relented, his rounded cheek flushed with the childish mirth of giggles, Eris couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at the boy’s wild red locks.

As expected the boy’s mother was still soundly asleep, Eris had always been a light sleeper, in fact having his Mate beside him and children down the hall only worsened the fact, even though his father was no longer a threat- to him or his loved ones, simply having them in such a place always had him on high alert.

Even though he had done his very best to rid the Autumn Court of longtime Advisors, the types of men that would love nothing more than to see the Night Court Princess with a Fae bane arrow through her much too large heart, he knew there was no good in him-undeserved of him in ever feeling content.

It had the opposite effect on his wife, who admittedly had never slept better than when she was in the comforting arms of her husband- the natural warmth emanating from him lulling her into such ecstasy she wished she never had to be cruelly ripped away from by the chill of the Autumn morning.

She had never really slept well in the Night Court, the pain of living there without her mother sister always too much to bear.

Eris was her new home.

Since having children- her body still not quite having recovered from their second and Eris insisting she get as much rest at she could, even the joyous squeals of her firstborn still wouldn’t- couldn’t make her budge.

“Daddy Uncle Lulu said you p-pwomised-“

“Promised,”

“Promised to show me m-my fire againnn!”

The boy was practically trembling with excitement, his father’s hands coming to steady him as his little body wriggled with joy, perched on his father’s raised knees who raised a slim digit to his smaller lips, reminding him to remain quiet as possible.

Not that it would have made a difference to the blissfully knocked out woman beside them.

“Did he now?” Eris withered, the thought of his brother- knowing just how much he treasured the few late mornings a High Lord might have, had told his son- who’s adorable little face noone could deny, that those small, valuable hours were reserved for “magic time”.

It took only a brief moment, a fleeting fall of Silas’ dimpled grin- his mother’s grin, to have the High Lord swinging his legs from the refuge of his silken sheets, his boy held firmly in his strong hands.

“Then I think it is best we get dressed appropriately, what do you say Little Flame?”

The boy simply cheered in response and Eris couldn’t help the grin on his own face at the feel of chubby hands around his neck in a makeshift embrace, carrying him down the hall as his son rattled on in half nonsensical toddler speak about how he was going to ‘beat his Uncle Lulu in a duel’.

~

The Maids cooed as the little Prince raced down the hall in his teeny tiny Autumnal uniform- gifted to him by his Aunty Elain who thought they were the cutest thing ever.

The boy stopped when he reached the top of the grand staircase, skidding to a halt with a nervous expression on his little face.

The same staircase his Mummy always carried him down, the same staircase he had been told to scoot down on his bottom in case he tripped, the same staircase she had been slowly helping him descend himself (holding his hand tightly and giving up halfway as he took nearly a whole minute per ten steps)

Eris watched him amusedly- a miserable jutted lip and a coy flush on his baby cheeks.

“Umm Daddy, M-Mummy said I am not s’pose to go down m-myself in case of ouchies…”

That was not what she had said.

“I thought you were a big boy now, hmm?” Eris teased as his son pouted, just as his mother would have.

“I-I am…” Silas’ point was refuted with the small grabby motions his little arms made to his father who looked down at him with a smirk.

“Do big boys get carried down the stairs?”

“Ummm…Yes?” The boy widened his glimmering autumnal eyes, “pleasies?”

And so with a roll of his eyes, all in good humour, Eris fastened his excitable son against his chest as they began to exit the grand estate, heading into the vast, luscious gardens where they would begin their training.

~

Lucien could only laugh when found his brother- sincere and unbridled joy dancing in his otherwise piercing gaze, watching his son chase after the little flames he made for him.

“Uncle Lulu!” The boy squealed, barrelling into the male who swung him atop his shoulders with ease.

“I’d be careful if I were you,” Eris warned, “he has quickly figured out how to control his magic, you might end up with that treasured hair of your singed at the root.”

Silas nodded furiously, his little feet hitting the floor as he flexed his small palm as proof, and to his pure wonder, delicate embers- faint as they were, twinkled at his will.

“Look Daddy! I did it! I did it!” Eris couldn’t help but chuckle softly as his son danced with not only with the little flicker he had mustered with his father’s help, but larger wistful wisps that flowed around him with delicate care.

Eris couldn’t help but feel his heart constrict, wishing nothing more than to give his children the childhood he had wanted- deserved.

He took one look at his son and wondered how anyone could ever hurt him, let alone do it himself.

He wondered what he had done to make his own father hate him so, vowing to never once make his own offspring feel even a fraction of the way he had.

For what seemed like hours Lucien and Eris entertained the little boy, sometimes engaging in a silent battle between one another who could impress the young heir the most.

Lucien eventually was called away and Eris wondered if his years were finally catching up to him, small burn marks littering his clothes from his son’s inexperienced hands and an ache in his legs from chasing after him.

After Silas’ giggles had dissipated along with his energy, Eris suggested they head back, the boy agreed sleepily, the thrum of magic still alive in his little body as Eris made a mental note to keep an eye on his budding powers.

“T-Thank you for giving me my fire,” Silas mumbled, stumbling over to his father “love you Daddy…”And as a pair of all too familiar amber eyes met the High Lord’s blurring own, he bent down and received his greatest gift in his trembling arms.

A reminder he would never be the man who had damned him, a reminder that he was a good man- a good man that was loved.

[fashionteahouse]

Ooo what about a Paul x reader where she’s easily jealous considering he used to me a player before he imprinted and shes secure but she knows girls still find him attractive and will flirt and fast forward to when they have 2 daughters (toddler and 7yrs) everytime the daughters get jealous too seeing their dad giving give attention to their mom or pack mates or other women even if it’s an old lady and he’s just like they get that from u lol💕

aww this seems cute lol���️💜 hope you enjoy :)

beautiful people with beautiful problems - paul x reader

Soft voices danced about. Hair was being flipped and blushes were turning on. Two pieces of small paper was crumbled in Paul’s hand and thrown away.

He walks back to over to you with a drink that he got for you from the concession stand at the movie theater. You take it and take a sip and eye him.

“Just two?” you say with humor and he wraps his arm around you and couldn’t help but to find the joke funny.

After the movie, he wanted to feed you before taking you home. A waitress comes out with a pad and smiles brightly at Paul and then dims in when her eyes sees you. You rest your cheek into your hand, knowing how this is going to go.

“Drinks?” the waitress asks and Paul tells her in a nonchalant manner. Her high attentive spirit does not die down as she takes the pen to meet the pad that’s in her possession. She doesn’t care to smile when she just looks at you. You look back. You wanted her to open her mouth and ask. She didn’t.

Paul butts in and tells the waitress a drink he knows that you like and she smiles and walks away with more exaggeration with her hips. You roll your eyes and groan very softly.

“Come on we had a good day today. Don’t let someone ruin your mood.” He says and holds your hand.

“I’m not. I’m paying her no mind just like she did to me.” You tell him and pray she doesn’t do anything to your drink.

“You can’t worry about them. I don’t even worry about them.” He says and leans forward and lands a small intimate kiss on the side of your mouth.

The drinks are set down with more force when Paul leans back. He looks at her and she asks him what he would like to eat now. She turns to you and does not say anything. You don’t say anything back.

“Is there a problem?” Paul asks the waitress.

“I just want to know what you would like.” Waitress says to you.

You fake a dawn of realization, if she were going to play games, you were too. You tell her what you want and strike up a new conversation with Paul.

Sitting on the couch, reading a book, Paul plops right next you. He steals the book from you and kisses your neck in an act of innocent affection. You turn to meet his lips and you two savor the moment.

“Daddyyyy are you going to play with me now?” The small 7 year old child says to her father and pulls on his arm. Paul tried to play with her but she got mad at him when he put the stuffed animal in the wrong place. She was vocal about wanting to play alone.

He laughs and tells her, “In a minute. I promise.”

The two year old is now on the couch and crawls into his lap with their own book. Paul laughs and shakes his head.

You decided to make a store run and he wants to tag along. The girls want a snack and you tell them only one. Paul carries the two year old with him and has the seven year old in hand to get them what they want.

In the snack section, an elderly woman walks slowly with her cart and smiles at the interaction that your imprint and children were sharing.

“That’s so nice to see. Very beautiful family.” she says.

Paul smiles and you tell her, “Thank you.” very politely.

“How old are they?” the elderly woman asks with genuine curiosity.

“This one right here is two and she’s seven.” He explains and the seven year old decided to right then and there to interrupt.

“Which one should I get Daddy. I like them both. Which one!” She says to him to get his attention. Paul knew which she was going to pick. She almost always picked the same thing.

The elderly lady laughs and says, “Oh boy, they will be bouncing off of the walls.”

Paul goes to say something until the two year old turns his face to her. She lays her cheek on his mouth to make sure he gives her kisses. Paul laughs at this. The elderly lady wishes you all a good day and goes about her day.

“That was nice.” You tell him.

“Yeah. I see you didn’t need my help to pick out your goodies.” Paul says to the seven year old child who doesn’t seem to need his attention anymore.

“I always want kisses but you don’t give me any.” he coos at the two year old who is now reaching for you.

You take her and he shakes his head chuckling, “I swear they get it from you.”

“Yeah okay sure whatever.” you say jokingly, knowing for sure it’s true.

[hiimnothere1]

just found your blog and kept trying to scroll down like three times before i realized i got to the end 😅

so um, anyway, for context: when i touch myself or use my vibrator, i usually fantasize & kinda dirty talk to whoever i'm picturing (in a comically submissive way. like imagining being degraded or praised and then whimpering "yes, daddy, i'm your dumb little whore! thank you for using me, daddy!" as if agreeing with whatever the imaginary dom above me is saying lol)

but i just felt like you should know that your blog got the rare honor of getting me to the point where i was just panting and whimpering "pl- ease, -eeeease, dah- hah- dee, daddyYYy" basically incoherently. because i was so turned on & overstimmed from cumming so much reading through all your posts that my brain couldn't even function enough to come up with anything else. what was i saying "please" for? genuinely don't know what i was asking for, but god i was definitely passionate about it

anyway this ended up being far longer than i intended and i'm sure you can probably tell from my spam-liking which blog this ask is coming from (which is... um... also kind of an attractive thought in and of itself (i just ask that u don't post it publicly!)), but i just wanted to give u the appreciation :)

love,

a very horny brat 💕

p.s. that one post about getting tilted reminded me of the time i was tipsy and got legitimately mad at my ex/ex-dom because he kept beating me at mario kart in the arcade i wanted him to take me to, and him just laughing and teasing me about it and me getting MORE mad!!

This has no right making me kick my feet and blush as much as it did

[damiansgoodgirll]

can you make the reader be Damian Priest Wife and brings either their son or daughter to watch him wrestle for the first time either at Money in the Bank or at Backlash in Puerto Rico?

this was so cute 🥹 plus i named the daughter luna but you can change it i don’t mind!

damian priest x reader

money in the bank

you and damian both agreed to keep your daughter luna away from the spotlight. she was only two years old and she didn’t need the constant harassment from the paparazzi everytime you and damian brought her somewhere.

so that’s why everytime you and lune went to see damian in a match you would make sure to stay either in his changing room or in the vip section, away from curious eyes.

you felt a little sad knowing that you couldn’t stay with normal people in normal seats. that’s how you and damian met. you were just a regular fan and one day while he was still at nxt he spotted you in the crowd. before you could leave the arena he sent a guard asking for you and from that day you became inseparable.

but with damian qualifying for money in the bank you wanted to be in the crowd to show him support, to show him that you were there. at first you thought about leaving luna with your mom for just a few days but you knew how she wanted to be there too so you couldn’t say no.

you were both in the crowd, thankful for the seating area you and luna were currently waiting for the show to start. you weren’t too far away from the ring but at the same time you weren’t even too close, you knew how it would get with wrestling fans and you didn’t want to scare luna who was used to no people and silence.

you both couldn’t contain your happiness when you saw damian lifting the briefcase. you knew he saw you because he blew a kiss to the two of you.

with luna in your arms you kept laughing and smiling at how proud you were for him and a few moments later a guard escorted you backstage where damian was waiting for you.

“daddyyyy!” she screamed hopping from your arms to his bigger ones “you did it!”

you smiled at watching that sweet interaction, it made your heart fuller.

“i did it” he said smiling.

“we’re so proud of you amor” you joined the hug. he kept you both close to him and gently he first kissed your daughter’s cheek and then he kissed your lips.

“thank you for being here…and for bringing her here…i know how scared you were to being in the stand with all those people…” he said honestly while luna went to see the briefcase.

“i wanted to…plus everyone was so kind and gentle…i wanted to be here for you baby” you said kissing him again.

but before you could speak again luna started saying how shining the briefcase was and how she wanted one too.

you couldn’t contain your laugh.

“well princesa if you want one too you have to fight” damian knelt at her height.

“i will!” she said smiling, her eyes never leaving the green briefcase.

in that moment you felt like you had everything in your life. love, a man, a daughter, a family. all you ever dreamed of since you were a kid came true.

[nareyacute101]

I Can Give You A Ride

this imagine is inspired by my fav movie from a24 “X” so I hope y’all enjoy!

Erik Killmonger x Black Farmers Daughter! Reader

You were just minding your business on a beautiful Saturday afternoon making some lemonade since you were very thirsty. As you were about to pour you a glass, you hear the the doorbell ring. “Daddy isn’t expecting anyone over” you said while walking to the door.

You open the door to see this fine chocolate man with some blue jeans on with a red and black plaided shirt and some timberland boots.

“Hello ma’am, my name is Erik and my car ran out of gas, so I was wondering if I could use your phone to call someone to help?” The stranger who goes by the name Erik said to you from outside the door. “Oh my goodness, well Mr. Erik I’m not sure if there’s any mechanic shops around her but my daddy is a mechanic and he could try to fix your car” You said while biting your lip innocently but sexy. “Okay, will he be able to fix it right now before dark?”

You thought for a second before smirking with an idea to keep him here “My daddy is out of town right now to do something supposedly “important” but…I could give you a ride.”

“Okay thank you so much, so where’s your car?” Erik asked your concerned. “Oh, I don’t mean that kind of ride sir.” You said pulling him in the door and touching his chest. “So, what kind of ride are you talkin-” he cut himself off know what she was talking about “Ohh, yeah I would definitely love that ride, ma” he mocked the same smirk you had on your face. “Well, let’s go to my room so I can help you out” you walked him up the stairs to your room, feeling his gaze on your ass.”

“FUCKKK!” You yelled while bouncing up and down on Erik’s dick. “Yeah, you like this dick huh Princess?” He asked while looking at you and your bouncing tits. You nodded to his question “No baby, I need words” he smacked your ass and you squealed “Yes, omg your dick is so big” you leaned your head back from the pleasure that you were getting from his long, curvy dick.

“Fuck, I can’t leave from this tight wet pussy” Erik said while getting ready to hold you and thrust up really fast. “FUCKFUCKFUCK” you screamed from the sudden thrusts up your pussy. “What’s my name babygirl?” “DADDYYYY! OMG IM GONNA CUM” “Me too baby, now who’s pussy is this?” Erik kept going to meet his and your climax “This your pussy daddy, please make me cum!” Erik thrusted three more time before you both grunted after reaching your climax.

“So, was that the best ride you’ve ever had Daddy?” You asked in a sweet voice “Hell yeah princess. Now, when is your dad coming home?”

You shrugged your shoulders “I don’t know but maybe in a few minutes, why?” You asked him. “Well one, I wanna try to get home before dark and two maybe we can do another round before he gets home” he licked his soft plump lips while looking at you up and down.

“Lets do it Daddy” you smiled while being rolled over by Erik and having a heated make out session.

I’m sorry y’all had to read thee worse sex scene ever but I tried okay 😭

[graciegoeskrazy]

don’t worry darlin

george daniel + xcx!stepdaughter!reader

warnings: underage drinking, mentions of alcohol but no details of actually drinking it, it’s just reader is drunk as hell ahahah,

a/n: this universe is my guilty pleasure 😭 we’re getting out of this slump! although it not as long as i wanted it to be i am still absolutely in LOVE with this one and i hope u guys love it. ty to anon who requested another george and xcx r!!!

Charli had dropped you off a few hours ago. The plan was for you to stay the night at your friend’s house along with a few friends with no drinks, no throwing up, and no late-night phone calls to George at almost midnight.

He saw your name flashing on the screen. A sneaking suspicion crept into his mind as he answered the call, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. “Yes, my love?”

Your words tumbled out in a slurred, whiny voice, the telltale signs of a night gone awry. “Georgeeeeee?”

A quiet chuckle escaped him, the corners of his lips twitching with amusement. “What happened, baby?”

Your parents were typically laid-back, but even they had their limits. As a teenager, you were living life on your own terms, but tonight seemed to have taken an unexpected turn. “I don’t feel right,” you confessed, the words heavy with uncertainty.

“Did you have a drink, love?” he inquired, already knowing the answer but playing along nonetheless.

“Maybeee?” you admitted hesitantly, the admission punctuated by a nervous giggle.

A knowing smile danced across his lips. “How much?” he prodded gently, his tone laced with amusement.

You hesitated, the weight of your words hanging in the air. “Like 5? 6?” you confessed, the guilt evident in your voice.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at your predicament, a sense of mischief twinkling in his eyes. “Y/n…”

Just then, the door creaked open, your mother’s concerned voice cutting through the air. “What’s happening?” she interjected, her brow furrowed with worry.

“Your daughter is drunk,” he declared matter-of-factly, his amusement palpable despite the situation. “Where are you?” he inquired, his voice steady and reassuring.

“Claire’s house,” you confessed, followed by a soft sigh.

He got up and grabbed his keys immediately. “Okay, I’m on my way,”

You slurred a “Thank youuuu.” and he smiled as he hung up.”

…

Your friend, a bit less intoxicated than you, sat beside you on the concrete steps leading up to the house as you waited for George to arrive. Despite your wobbly legs, you were already on your feet, stumbling towards George with outstretched arms. “Daddyyyy,” you slurred, a mix of affection and drunkenness in your voice.

George couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of you, a mess of limbs and alcohol-induced bravado. “Awe, my love,” he responded, enfolding you in a tight embrace.

You winced as his arms wrapped around you, the warmth of his embrace contrasting sharply with the chill of the air. “I don’t feel right,” you mumbled, your words barely coherent.

“I know. Let’s go home, love,” he murmured, guiding you gently towards the waiting car.

He expressed his gratitude to your friend for watching over you before helping you into the passenger seat. With a weary sigh, you slumped against the console, your head lolling to the side as exhaustion washed over you.

After a few minutes of silence, broken only by the hum of the engine, you spoke again, your voice heavy with the weight of your intoxication. “George…”

He glanced at you, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Yeah, Love?”

“I feel like shit,” you confessed, your words slurred and barely audible.

George chuckled softly. “I bet,” he replied, his tone laced with amusement.

You turned your head to the side, a feeble attempt to make yourself heard. “Have you ever been drunk, George?”

His laughter filled the car, a rich, melodious sound that echoed in the stillness of the night. “Oh, I’ve been way worse than drunk,” he admitted, his voice tinged with fond reminiscence.

You gasped dramatically, the alcohol lending a sense of theatricality to your movements. “How dare you?”

He grinned at you, the twinkle in his eyes reflecting the dim glow of the dashboard lights. “I know,” he replied simply.

“George?” you slurred, your words barely coherent.

“Yes, y/n,” he replied, pulling up to a red light.

“It’s me again!” you exclaimed, your eyes still closed in a drunken stupor.

He chuckled at your antics, a fondness evident in his gaze. “Hi, sweet girl.”

You attempted to hug him, but your movements were clumsy and uncoordinated, eliciting a chuckle from George. “Thank you for saving me,” you murmured, your words barely audible over the drone of the engine.

“Anytime,” he replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he continued on the journey home.

…

The occasional flicker of streetlights cast fleeting shadows across his face as he stole glances at you, nestled in the passenger seat. Your tousled hair framed your peaceful face, a stark contrast to the chaos of the evening.

He couldn’t help but reminisce about his own youthful indiscretions, the nights spent careening through life with reckless abandon with Matty and his friends. But now, with you in his care, he felt a newfound sense of responsibility.

The car hummed softly as it traversed the familiar route home, along with Lana playing softly in the background as you requested earlier. George stole another glance, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he looked at the innocence that still lingered in your sleeping form.

As he pulled into the driveway, he gently shook your shoulder, pulling you out of your slumber. “We’re home, love,” he whispered, his voice a soothing melody in the quiet night.

You groaned and stirred, blinking as you slowly came to. George helped you out of the car, steadying you as you wobbled on unsteady legs. Together, you made your way to the front door.

Your mother appeared in the doorway, her eyes soft with concern as she took in the sight of you leaning heavily on George for support. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” she asked, gentle, yet full of worry.

You nodded and smiled at her. “I’m fine, Mom. Just a bit tired.”

With a sigh of relief, she ushered you inside. George stood by and watched you two with a smile. They both helped you upstairs, one hand around George’s shoulders while the other was in your mom's firm grasp. Your mom helped you change into something more comfortable while her other half fetched the makeup wipes from your connecting bathroom. As you settled into bed, exhaustion tugged at your limbs, George and Charli lingered by your side, his hand brushing against your cheek in a tender caress. “Sleep well, my love,” he whispered his words a gentle lullaby as you drifted off into the peaceful embrace of slumber.

[buckgasms]

I have an idea that ik you’ll EXECUTE PERFECTLY

Mafia!Bucky is in his office at home dealing with some kind of work and his princess comes in wanting to play, and when he gets a phone call she takes that as her opportunity to make him watch her 🙈🙈

✨Bestie✨

I once did a BDSM test thing online and I rated 100% brat and I was like "pffft that ain't me, I'm an angel" but, when you send me messages like this I think "yeah I get it now..."

Anyhooooooo 👀

Thank you for messaging me, you are perfect ❤️

Lookit him working so hard 🥹

So you're sitting outside Bucky's office, and you've been sitting there for twenty whole minutes!!! You poor baby!

You've been waiting for Bucky to stop talking on the phone which feels like it's been going on all morning! You fiddle with the skirt of your pretty lacy babydoll outfit and pout to yourself when you finally hear his voice say "Ok... Goodbye" and the phone clicks.

You scramble to your feet and tap on the door before walking straight in with a big smile on your face. His eyes brighten with a smile when he sees you, then slightly darken when he takes in your outfit.

"Hi Princess" he growls before patting his lap and you skip over to him and plant yourself down. "Hello" you say excitedly as you boop your nose against his. "Been waiting outside for aaaages Daddy" you pout as he rubs his hands over your thighs and squeezes.

"Oh I'm sorry princess... Shall I make it up to you?" He grins against your skin before capturing your lips in a kiss and adjusting you to grind on his thigh. You giggle between kisses and press yourself down a little. A soft 'ah' slips from your lips and he chuckles, pulling a strap off your shoulder and kissing your skin.

"Is my princess sensitive? You gonna come just like that babygirl?" You shake your head, not wanting that just yet. You waited all morning for this, you wanted to get the whole daddy treatment.

Just as you were telling Bucky this, his phone starts ringing. You whine again and have a little strop in his lap. "Hey, hey don't be like that baby" he says reaching for the phone, "I can still take care of my princess..." He chuckles as you climb off his lap and huff around the office as he takes his call.

It's not right you thought to yourself as he chatted to someone, eyes flicking to you every so often. You've been waiting so patiently, and sweetly and you look so pretty! How dare he answer that phone!

It was then you decided to take matters into your own hands. Quite literally. You plonked yourself down in the armchair on the other side of the desk. He smiled at you before taking a note on the pad in front of him and you smiled back sweetly.

You rolled your straps off your shoulders completely, and let your breasts free. His eyes immediately shot to you with a tense look on his face. You smiled again as your hands started playing with your nipples, squeezing and rolling them between your fingers.

After teasing him like that for a bit you stood and dropped the rest of your clothing to the floor before sitting back in your chair. You giggled quietly as you watched him unzip his jeans and pull his cock out of his boxers. In fact you moaned quite loudly when you saw it, imagining how good it must taste and how heavy it would feel on your tongue.

You propped your feet up on his desk so he had a direct view of your glistening heat. He huffed out as your fingers spread your lips apart before assuring whoever was on the other end of the line that he was fine.

You didn't bother being as restrained, gasping and mewling as your fingers circled your clit before sinking into your needy hole. Your head felt heavy as you struggled to keep your focus on him, but you were satisfied watching him pump his dick in tandem with your own shaky hands.

"Daddyyyy" you whimpered as your orgasm danced just out of reach, unable to truly reach what you needed without his influence. He put his free hand over the receiver and whispered, "Faster babygirl..."

You nodded and pumped your fingers as fast as you could and your head fell backwards for a brief moment as your pretty moans filled the room. He clicked his fingers and mouthed, "eyes on me" which sent a pulse of pleasure and submission to your head and pussy. You could feel your hand drenched in slick, hear your pussy as you did your best to fuck yourself and keep your eyes on him.

You whined out at he growled on the other side of the desk. "Please daddy.... Please you do it" you begged him and he finally told the person on the phone, "let's talk tomorrow" before slamming the handset down.

You managed to launch yourself over the table, and wrap your arms around his neck before you both crashed your lips together in a crazy kiss. "Such a naughty girl" he growled before pushing you to lay back on the table. "Can't wait daddy...please" you begged as he rubbed his cock against your folds. "Its ok now baby... Daddy's gotcha...gonna take good care of my princess..."

You let out something between as gasp and a giggle as he sunk into you, filling you all the way to the brim. He groaned out long and deep as he bottomed out, before setting a hard and fast pace that made your whole body shake and the desk beneath you shudder.

His hands came to rest either side of your head and his face levelled with yours. "Y'know I'm gonna have to punish you for that don't you babygirl?" You nodded and giggled as your arms wrapped around his. He chuckled as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, "but I cannot...fuck....I can't resist this perfect cunt princess.... Just takes me so damn well."

You wailed as he finally dragged you over the edge and squeezed him so tightly he let out a long groan of his own. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss, trailing your fingers down his back before he pulled you up and back into his lap.

You sat there just recovering and nuzzling with him for a moment before you were met with a pair of steel blue eyes. You moaned and hid your face in his neck.

"I didn't mean it daddy" you giggled and finally met his gaze with your best puppy dog eyes, pressing your boobs against him and wiggling your bottom against his thigh.

"You think you're the first person to try and bargain your way outta punishment from me?" You giggled and cupped his bearded face in your soft hands. "Umm no, but I bet I'm the prettiest one..."

Even he can't help but laugh at that one....

[m-jelly]

hey long time fan and reader! Love your work and specifically how u write post war! Levi with his kids, im wondering if you could write something on one of the kids being absolutely convinced about having a monster in their closet or under the bed etc typa trope, and levi and the reader help cleanse the room of monsters and ensure that even if there was a monster that their parents would absolutely protect them <3 thank you! Much love!

Brave heroes

Pairing: Postwar Levi x Fem!Rader

Genre and tags: Canon world, postwar, married life, dad Levi, parents, love, fluff, looking after kids, cute.

Concept: Levi and you are having a nighttime cuddle on the sofa with a drink. While relaxing, your eldest comes crying to you about a monster under her bed. You and Levi assure Lilly that she is safe and you as a family scare the monster away.

Taglist: @levisbrat25 @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @li-anne @nyxiieluna @notgoodforlife @2moth-anon2 @nbinairyn @galactict3a @thebobaprincess @cypidity @youre-ackermine @demonsimp6

Levi squeezed you as you sat on his lap and played with his hair. He smiled up at you and thought you were incredible. He'd met you after the war by hiring you to work as his only assistant at his tea shop. He fell hard and fast for you and you deeply loved and cared for him. You had the perfect love, wedding and married life. You brought in two wonderful children into the world.

Lilly was your first and was five years old and a bundle of joy. You now had a one-year-old son, Evan. You and Levi wanted more, but you were going to wait for Evan to grow up a bit more. You were happy living in a cute home by the sea and forest with a huge garden for the kids to play in and for Levi to watch birds.

Levi kissed you and hummed in happiness. "I love you."

"Love you too." You hugged Levi's head to your chest. "You're so wonderful."

Levi pressed his face into your chest making his voice muffled. "You're better."

"Mummyyyyyyy!" Little feet ran down the hall followed by sobs. "Daddyyyy!"

You slipped off Levi's lap and hurried to the stairs to see Lilly in a shirt of Levi's with her hair a mess, tears running down her cheeks and her cuddly bunny in hand. "Lilly?"

Lilly opened her arms to you as she sobbed. "Mummy!"

You scooped her up and hugged her. "Oh, baby, my sweet little flower."

Levi limped over to his precious daughter. "Little flower, what happened?"

Lilly struggled to talk because she was crying so much. She took in deep breaths and kept crying. You kissed her forehead all over as Levi held her hand and kissed the side of her head. You both waited for her to talk.

Lilly rubbed her eyes and sniffed. "Monster."

Levi frowned. "Monster?"

She nodded. "In my room."

Levi clenched and unclenched his jaw as he instantly assumed some man had gotten into his daughter's room. "Where?"

Lilly whined and hid against you. "Mm."

You rubbed her back and whispered. "Levi, I don't think it's a person."

Levi relaxed a bit. He grew up in a world where the monster was always a man or titan and he knew all titans were dead, so it would be a man. What he wasn't used to was a child's pure and wild imagination creating a big monster in a room due to the dark being scary. This was all knew to him and he needed you more than ever.

Levi gulped and nodded. "Monster, huh?"

You looked down at your daughter. "Lilly? Why don't you show me and Daddy where the monster is and then we'll scare it away." You nuzzled your nose against hers making her giggle. "We're super scary. Can you do that?"

Lilly nodded. "Okay."

Levi smiled. "You're very brave."

Lilly blushed a bit. "Brave like daddy?"

"Of course! You're very brave like me."

Lilly giggled. "Good!"

You carried her upstairs to her room and stood in the doorway. "Okay, point for daddy where the monster is."

She pointed to her bed and the closet. "There and there."

Levi nodded. "Right, right, I see." He opened the closet and looked inside before looking under the bed. "Mm, yes I see the monsters. It does look like the naughty things are there. I believe you little flower."

Her eyes widened. "You do?"

"Of course." He walked over and took her from you and gave her a big hug. "They're horrible mean things to scare a cute, kind and smart girl like you."

Lilly played with her daddy's shirt. "They're mean."

"They are! So, you know what we'll do?"

"What?"

He smiled at her. "We're going to scare the monsters away. We're the Ackermans and we can be a lot scarier." He bounced her making her giggle. "Give me your best scary face."

Lilly laughed. "Daddyyy."

He smiled at her. "Come on. Give me your biggest scary roar!"

Lilly put her arms out. "ROAR!"

Levi gasped. "Wow! So scary!"

"Really?!"

"Yes! Right mummy?"

You giggled as both looked at you. "Best roar I have ever seen and heard."

Lilly giggled. "Thank you, mummy."

Levi carried Lilly to her closet. "Ready? The three of us will roar together. Go!"

You all roared at the closet over and over again making Lilly laugh hard. Levi kicked with his bad leg a few times into the closet to defeat the last of the monsters. You all ran to the bed and got on the floor to scare the monsters there until it was all done.

You put Lilly in her bed and handed her the bunny she loved so much. "Lie down, little flower."

Lilly snuggled up in bed. "Thank you, mummy and daddy."

"You feeling okay?"

Lilly nodded. "Yes. I'm not scared anymore. I'll just scare the monsters away."

"Good girl."

Levi grunted and said your name. "Help? My knee has locked up."

You stood up and helped pull Levi to sit on the bed. "There you go."

He smiled and massaged her knee. "Thank you." He turned to his daughter and sighed. "You've got this, okay? If you ever need help, we'll always come running."

Lilly nodded. "Yes."

"When your brother is older, he'll help too and I know you'll help him."

Lilly smiled. "Yes."

Levi leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Good girl. Proud of you."

You kissed her cheek as well. "He love you so much."

Levi nodded. "We love you a lot."

Lilly grinned. "Love you too."

Levi held her hand. "Want us to stay until you fall asleep?"

She snuggled up and hugged her bunny. "I'm okay."

You tucked her in and got up. "All right." You pulled Levi to his feet and helped him to the door as he limped. "Sleep well, little flower."

She yawned and waved. "Night mummy, night daddy. Love you."

Levi blew her a kiss. "Night, love you."

You closed her door a bit. "Love you too." You turned the light off and walked with Levi to Evan's room. "Gonna check on Evan."

Levi opened the door for you to see Evan happily passed out in bed softly snoring. "Out like a light."

You giggled. "Bless him."

Levi closed the door and put his arm around you. "Did I do well?"

"Fantastic. You were incredible." You took the lead down the stairs and held Levi's hand as he walked down. "You were perfect with her."

"I'm glad."

You led Levi to his seat again. "Is your knee okay?"

Levi dropped into his chair and sighed. "It hurts a bit, but I did use it too much. Slowly but surely. I mean, I wouldn't have been able to do that five years ago." He grabbed your wrist and pulled you onto his lap. "You've made me stronger."

You cuddled up to your husband. "You're so handsome and cute."

He chuckled. "I try."

"I'm proud of you, Levi. You're so strong and filled with love." You cupped his face and kissed him. "I love you."

"I love you too." He massaged your thigh. "So, umm...do you want to try for another baby?"

You hummed a laugh. "Yes, but not tonight cause you hurt your knee."

Levi's eyes sparkled in delight. "Of course. Tomorrow?"

You giggled. "Yes."

[bonny-kookoo]

noooo omg seven days yoongi is such a sweetheart 😭😭 what happened next? did they go out on a date? how is oc introduced to that side of yoongi? omfg daddyyyy 😭😭😭

Went a bit overboard OOPS-

"Hara knows we're meeting up here, by the way." Yoongi tells you as he opens the door to his hotel room, inviting you in. "I thought that might make you feel a bit more at ease." He tells you, helping you out of your jacket after closing the door, catching you a bit off guard- but you let him anyways.

"Uh, yeah, actually it does." You nod, thanking him for both the gesture and the fact that he'd informed your best friend that you're here.

"So, you're about Hara's age, right?" He says as he motions down to a spot for you to sit, food already on the small table where he sits down at as well, on the opposite side. "Means you're younger than me by a good few years." He chuckles, opening some of the takeout containers.

You nod, quietly. You're not sure what to really tell him.

He's probably used to people having the wildest life's, the craziest stories and whatnot- and you don't really have any of that. You live a quiet life, don't go outside much and if you do, you're just a grey mouse, nothing special to see, just another living being existing amongst many others. You're boring.

"Not much of a talker?" He asks, and you shrug.

"Just.. don't have anything to say." You admit almost shamefully, and he shrugs as well, offering you some plastic cutlery you take with a quiet 'thanks' from him. "I just.. kind of, exist. That's it." You try and joke, but he just smiles, nodding to himself.

"And that's a very good thing." He agrees, starting to eat. "Otherwise how would I've met you?" He flirts, and you can't help but have to take in a deep breath.

It's hard not to get affected by a guy flirting with you like this- let alone a celebrity of all people. And he's exactly your type too- he's got this awfully specific aura about him, calm and relaxed and most of all caring.

You've never been taken care of. By no one.

He wants to remind you that you can tell him if he makes you uncomfortable, but he doesn't actually have to- you're an open book with the way you don't mask your body language at all, making him read you pretty clearly just from observing you. "So, tell me a bit about yourself." He offers you a chance to talk, taking a sip from his soda. "Even the boring stuff you think I don't want to know." He smirks at you, catching you in your attempt to tell him exactly that-

That you don't have anything to tell but boring things.

"I uh.. I work, mostly. And when I don't, I walk dogs at my local shelter- because I can't have one in my apartment." You explain. "So I kind of.. substitute." You shrug, and he nods.

"I'm sure they appreciate it." He agrees, and you become a lot more relaxed at that- making him smile to himself as he leans back a bit, watching you.

"There's an elderly labrador mix that- she's been just given to the shelter for no real reason, and has been there for years now because she's old and has black fur and is a bit slow.." You rant, occasionally stopping to eat. "But she's really sweet, and knows a lot of cool tricks. She doesn't even technically need a leash! Though she's become a bit hard of hearing lately.." You ramble on.

"Does your landlord not allow dogs?" He wonders, and you nod.

"No. He doesn't like them- and because I missed one rent in the past, he's kind of constantly searching for a reason to kick me out." You mumble. "So I rather try and stay low, so I can keep living there." You explain.

"I guess sometimes life plays like that." He shrugs, licking his lips. "How about you'd move?" He wonders. You shake your head almost immediately.

"I.. can't afford it, and I'm also a little.. attached to that small apartment." You offer. "I don't like new things, or surprises, or.. just anything I can't predict." Is what you offer as an explanation, and he nods, interested.

"Creature of habit, hm?" He observes, and you nod. "Nothing wrong with that. We find comfort in things we can rely on. I like to re-watch the same movie sometimes, simply because I know it ends well." He says, and your eyes widen at that.

"Me too!" You tell him, and again, he can't help but admire your smile. "I love watching old movies or the same episodes of my favorite shows sometimes, even though I can basically recite the dialog by memory now." You giggle, and he nods.

"Have you ever been in a relationship before?" He wonders, and has to watch how your smile deflates a bit, clearly a touchy topic for you.

"Hmhm." You nod. "But.. I'm not good at relationships." You say.

"How so?" He wonders, and you shrug, poking at your food.

"I'm too clingy." You explain. "But at the same time, I'm too boring." You continue. "I don't like going to parties, or outside in general. I rather stay in, or just.. dunno. Cook together maybe."

"So I guess because you both didn't match, he made you feel like it's your fault to make himself feel better." He simply observes.

"No- I really am too boring, I need to get out of my comfort zone more.." You admit. "I only have Hara as a friend for example. I should have more friends, right?" You wonder, but he shakes his head.

"Not necessarily." he denies. "The less friends you have, the easier to manage. I don't have many friends either." He shrugs. "But.." He starts, hand at his chin as he watches you. "I might be able to help you with getting out of your comfort zone more." He offers.

"I.. how?" You wonder, and the corners of his lips raise.

"How about.. an offer."

[smolkiwi98]

Daddy Billy or Eddie, you choose whoever you feel fits it better, is busy and places his little gf's food for her but he is working instead of eating and oh how the tables have turned because she aks if he's not going to eat and tells him how eating is important and at first he doesn't pay much attention as he just tells her not to worry and things like "daddy is busy, baby", not even realizing she has been saying the things he usually tells her. She finally gets his attention when he feels his butt being smacked and looks at her just to find his gf with arms crossed and a pout and she tries to sound serious as she repeats a sentence he has already told her a thousand times, something like "it's time to eat, you can play later, no skipping meals in this house"

Its currently 5:45am and I haven't slept...ugh. I hope you enjoy!

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WARNING! mentions of littlespace, Billy is called Daddy, not proofread, um...I think that's it!

Daddy needs to eat too!

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All day you've been in your littlespace. It was your day off and you could finally relax and unwind, so what a perfect time to slip into littlespace. The plus side of it all was your Daddy had the day off as well and that made going into headspace a lot more easier. The only issue you were having was he wouldn't stop working on paperwork. It was his day off! Why would he want to work? 

You were in the living room sitting on the floor watching some random cartoon that Billy had put on for you and then disappeared into the small office. He claimed there was a lot of backed up paperwork that needed to be done for the auto shop he worked at. He said something about how Eddie Munson wouldn't be able to finish it, so their boss gave it all to Billy.

You've been alone now for about an hour and you were starting to get hungry. You looked over at the time and saw that it was almost two thirty. You rolled on your back and softly groaned "Daddy!" You called out, no answer. You sat up and tilted your head back "Daddyyyy!!" You whined, still no answer. Your stomach grumbled, so you got up and walked into his office. Opening the door you walked in up behind him "Daddy." You said. Billy hummed in response, at least you got a reaction from him "I called you." You said in a small voice. Billy set his pen down and turned his chair around while rubbing his face "I'm sorry, Doll." He said in a tired voice "What does my Princess need?" He asked with a sweet smile. Seeing his smile made your heart flutter "M'hungry." You said while rocking back and forth on your feet, "Well, what Princess wants, Princess will get." He says while getting up. 

After finally getting Billy out of the little office, you kept him busy in the kitchen since you haven't been able to see him for hours. You say happily on the counter as you watch him maneuver around the kitchen. You didn't want to eat too much since you still had to have dinner, but that Mac n cheese was calling your name. As Billy set your bowl on the counter and had you sit on the bar stool you looked up at him "Thank you, Daddy!" You said happily. He smiled at you and kissed your head "You're welcome." He was about to turn away, but before he could you stopped him "Daddy, you need to eat too." You mumbled. He knew you were right, but he had so much work "I know, Doll. Let me finish this one page and I'll come out and eat with you." 

That was 40 minutes ago. There is no way one page takes 40 minutes. By this time your bowl was empty and put in the sink. You marched over to the small office and opened the door "Daddy you have to eat." You said in a stern voice, "It's very important for you to get your food!" You repeated the words he had said to you at one point. Billy was a little shocked at this and stood up from his seat and walked over to you "Doll, I know." He said while gently grabbing your face and rubbing your cheek with his thumb "I'll come out and eat in a second." He said while turning around to walk back to his chair, but before you could you gave him a little spank on his bottom "No, you're going to eat right now." You said in a more stern and slightly louder voice. Now this really shocked Billy. 

Billy slowly turned around and looked down at you with wide eyes, "Did you just spank me?" He questioned. He didn't sound mad, just stunned. You hesitated for a second "I-I…yes. Yes I did." Billy just stood there and let out a small chuckle. Why is he chuckling? You were expecting him to be at least a little upset. Billy bent down a little and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and started to walk out the room. You started to giggle and kick your feet, "Let's go make some food for Daddy." He said while giving your bottom a little tap.

[sssscock]

hehehehe i’m already tipsyyyyy and i just got my second drinkkkk ✨😵‍💫🤤 daddy’s already looking so yummy i can’t wait to slurp on his cock 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

- Moon 🌙

took my cute lil puppy out for a date in our first lesbian bar. he looks so cute sipping his fruity glittery drink. can’t wait to make them choke on my pretty dick later ✨😈💕✨