#wish I had a mean daddy to touch me 🥺🥺🥺

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[thegnomelord]

me very patiently waiting for that mothussy :3

oh and here’s another wittle thing i thought…i tend to hc price as a bear hybrid or other so i think he would go into hibernations,, since hes still on duty he wouldnt go into a long-term one like other bears, but simply sleep a LOT of the day…i would wanna cuddle big bear price so bad awaawaewfgwh 🥺 hes really hairy but instead of it being coarse hair, its more fluffy cause its the winter!! so his facial hair puffs up a bit…and his chest hair…and the happy trail…you get the idea :3 idk i just like bear price i want him to pound me into the mattress and suck my cock until it falls off hug me!!

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Give me like a couple more days lol, I got ghost and soap more or less done in a rough draft format, just need to write out price and gaz then a quick rewrite to clean up the draft. Cause rn all mini drafts are about 1k and very rough so when I clean it up they're probs gonna be bumped up to like 2k? Just knowing me and how my drafts end up doubling in size lol.

Also duuude you are a treasure trove of ideas lol. I want bear price now and now I'm horny so here's a bunch of bear price

Help a Bear Out

CW:NSFW, MDNI, daddy kink, dom/sub, oral, somno, edging, foodplay, cockwarming. Bear Price x Top Male reader Ao3

Imagine Bear Price who is by no means a small man any time of the year, bear genetics + having to be physically fit to take down terrorists leads to him having a very strong and imposing build befitting a Kodiak bear. The fur only adds to the striking image, making him look larger and his arms appear thicker, letting him scare many young boars from trying to tussle with him lest he crack their skulls.

But he turns massive in winter.

He can't help it; There's no escaping the iron clad control nature has over his body as his dark fur thickens and gains a fluffy golden color. No evading the instinct telling him to eat and rest and grow fat for winter until his hard earned muscles disappear beneath the cloak of fat. No ignoring sweet lull of sleep's song when he's yawning every five minutes and the words on the report swim in his blurry eyes.

Imagine Bear Price who, in his younger days, used to be self conscious about the changes his body went through. Growing up surrounded by humans was tough, dread would start building in his heart the moment the first leaf from the trees would fall. He's lost count how many times the kids would laugh at him when he'd show up to school after winter break with a chubby face and barely able to run a lap with how tired he was.

As he grew and started being curious about sex, it only got worse. He'd snatch the porn mags his sisters would buy behind their parents back, spending hours looking in the mirror and comparing his pudgy belly and fat thighs to the chiseled abs and lean muscles of the models. He'd spend hours exercising and trying to loose the weight he'd gain, but it would be all for naught.

And it didn't stop when he graduated and went into the military. His superiors may have tolerated the extra sleep and rations Price needed because he was a monster on the field, but they by no means were happy about it. He'd end up with thrice the amount of work and run ragged in training until he returned to his pre-winter weight.

Imagine Bear Price who doesn't give a shit about how he looks like now. Why would he, when he sees how you look at him? How you touch him? How you worship him?

Your hands wind around his waist and the groan you let out when you realize the space between your fingertips has gotten bigger is hungry. Your face burrows into his chest, his soft fluffy fur tickling your face as you nuzzle his pecks. The way his pudgy belly and love handles jiggle under your wandering hands makes you wish you had more arms so you could feel every part of him.

A content growl rumbles from the bottom of his chest, eyelids open just enough to watch you. "My boy's forgotten his manners." He chuckles, but there's no way to hide the wagging of his little bear tail. The reverent way you touch him makes him feel like a king.

"Sorry sir." There's absolutely no shame in your voice or your actions, not when your mind is held captive by the soft fluffy fur and the warmth of his skin. Without thinking you slide your hands up to grope his chest and you groan — the squishy fat covering his muscles and makes his pecs so large they don't fit in your hands anymore, fat plumping up between your fingers and his flesh jiggling as you press his pecs against your head and motorboat him.

The surprised laugh you earn is like ambrosia to sweeten the heaven you're drowning in.

Imagine Bear Price who gets so sleepy as the nights get longer and colder. While he still gets the work done, and for the most part doesn't mind the 'old man' jokes his boys make, it's obvious how irritated he gets when he's forced to stay awake longer than he needs to; each extra second spent explaining to a muppet how to do his job makes his eyes darker and voice rougher until he's passively growling like a construction engine.

Luckily you're there to calm down the beast.

Groping his ass or scratching the base of his tail to distract him so you can kiss along his jaw and rub your cheek against his beard. "You're doing it again sir." You mutter, voice smooth and low enough to soothe his prickled mind. Kissing him sweet and slow so you can tug his lazy body back into his room, into his den, where you can give him what his mind and body craves the most — sweet sweet sleep. . . and you.

Imagine Bear Price who's chest rumbles with a purr without stopping the second you settle into his den, his clawed fingers sliding over and groping your naked skin with just as much love and adoration as you show him.

Wrapped in so many layers of blankets and furs, engulfed by his bulk and his own fur, you are so so warm that neither one of you need clothes. Price's favorite position is to hug you like a Teddy bear. Despite the irony, it lets him wrap his body around you so you're safe and protected, practically suffocating in his fur. Not that you mind, especially when Price can nuzzle his nose into your hair or skin, to breathe in your scent to his heart's content and purr low praises into your ear: "Good boy,"

And, if you're especially good, he lets you use his ass as a pillow. He'll growl and grumble about not being able to scent you or hold you, but he'll soon be sleeping peacefully with you slumbering on his large ass.

Imagine Bear Price who, between the long stretches of sleep, get's horny. It's a natural reaction from sleeping next to his naked mate, wanting to feel you and hear your moans, but he doesn't have the energy to actually fuck. His lethargy turns the feeling of languid arousal into Hell.

Both of you try to initiate a couple of times; fumbling beneath the sheets, wandering hands roaming and groping as far as they can reach, his teeth nibbling on your neck and your hungry lips laying hickeys on his thick neck. Not wanting to undo the tangle of limbs you two end up grinding against each other, breathing the same air between kisses as sweet pleasure burns in your belies.

Then you stop just long enough to grab the lube, and Price's mind, still half way in lala land, only needs a couple of seconds of inaction to pull him back into deep sleep. By the time you return to him he's already snoring, limbs reaching out to grip you tightly and pull you close, but all thoughts of sex are forgotten.

And Price is so, so, angry with himself when he wakes up and realizes he left you high and dry again, shame eating away at his stomach because what kind of bear leaves his mate unsatisfied? The unworthy kind.

Imagine Bear Price who's mind is blown when you suggest cockwarming. Hibernation is about sleeping and relaxing, not strenuous sex, so the thought of being able to feel you while still fulfilling his body's need to rest? Oh it gets him hard.

It takes a while to figure out the perfect position, Price is too big and heavy to lay on top of you without crushing you, and his fingers earn to grip and hold you close so spooning him viable either.

Finally you end up with him laying on his back, legs spread with you laying on top of him and oh, it's perfect. You can feel him purr as you slide inside his blistering hot hole, his strong arms wrapping around you and claws scrapping along your spine. "That's my boy, perfect f' daddy." He mumbles through the fog of sleep, throwing one heavy leg over yours to keep you close.

You can't help the shudder that races down your spine, his musky earthy scent curling in your nose and making your cock throb inside him. You only stretching him long enough to be able to take you without tearing something, and Price relishes the slight sting of pain nibbling on his nerves when your cock hardens.

You don't try to fuck him, by the time you're fully settled inside him he's already snoozing. A slow roll of your hips and the resulting tightening of his hole is enough to sate your lust when it arises, enough to keep you half hard and stretching him out. His pecs make such a good pillow, thick fluffy fur and chest hair tickling your skin, the slow and calm beating of his heart lulling you to sleep before you know it.

Imagine Bear Price who gets an insatiable sweet tooth. There’s not a single secret stash in his room that doesn’t have his favorite bottle of honey in it. Hell, there’s more honey hidden in his room than cigars.

And his lazy mind decides to combine his hunger with honey with his hunger for you.

"Hold still for daddy, baby boy." Price mumbles against your abdomen, big hand gripping your hip to keep you still so not a drop of the honey he drizzles on your cock goes to waste. "Good." He purrs, wide tongue lolling out of his mouth to lap at your tip, claws massaging the skin beneath them.

He can spend hours laying between your legs, lazily lavishing your cock with attention while satisfying his craving for sweets. Whine and moan as much as you want, uselessly buck your hips as best you can against his unfair strength, nothing will make him rush — with his energy drained he'll spend meticulous minutes following every vein on your cock with his tongue before he even thinks of gently suckling on your tip. "Relax my boy, just enjoy this." He mutters, lips pressed against the sticky flesh of your shaft.

And when he does take you into his mouth, it's just as slow. His mouth hangs open so you can see your tip resting on his tongue before he laps at your slit, drool and honey running down his chin and sticking the strands of his beard together. When all the honey is in his stomach he just drizzles more, nibbling on your thighs or stomach to keep his mouth and mind occupied with you before starting the torturous process all over again.

The slow torturous pleasure is easy to endure just so you can see his eyes light up when you start leaking precum.

Imagine Bear Price absolutely loves loves loves the salty tang your cum adds to the sweet honey, the delicate combination of flavor dancing on tongue and only fueling his gluttonous mind to demand more.

The distinct taste is the only way to cut through the fog of lazy pleasure in his mind, turning him greedy. Price mumbles and growls incoherent words around your cock as he swallows you down to the root, swallowing around you and holding you down when you try to buck up. "My boy tastes so good." He mumbles as he rises up, nuzzling his cheek against your weeping tip, looking up at you with hungry blue eyes. "Just for daddy, yeah?"

"Ye-yes sir." You whimper through your clenched teeth, your head lolling back against the pillows when he swallows you whole again, your tip bumping against the back of his throat. "Just fo- fuck, fuck,- just for you." You don't know how he doesn't choke on you but you don't have the mental faculties to even think about that when your brains are leaking through your cock.

Price smiles around your cock, the purr rattling his chest and making his throat vibrate around you. "Smart boy," He praises after he pulls off, precum and honey swirling on his tongue as he takes the moment to savor the taste. He knows how close you are, he can feel the cum churning your balls when he rolls them in his rough palm. "You can give daddy a bit more, can't you?"

You honestly don't know how long you will last.

Imagine Bear Price who can get so insatiable he growls like a tractor when you try to weakly push him off your cock, so aroused that you think even the slightest gust of wind will make you pop.

Price bites your thigh enough to hurt and only his hand squeezing down on the base of your cock keeps you from cumming. "And where do you think you're going boy?" He demands, claws digging into your skin to pull your hips closer, little kitten licks of his tongue driving you to the brink of madness.

"S-Sir!" You moan before you can stop yourself, your hips twitching uselessly against his hands, thighs shaking. "'m sorry, I'm fuck, I'm so close." You whimper, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Every nerve in your system is on fire, pleasure so strong it's turned to pain along your body.

Price huffs, but his tight hold lessens. "It's alright sweet boy," He hums, placing a sweet kiss on your cock head. "I know how you can make it up to daddy."

Imagine Bear Price who's only placated when you slide your cock back inside him. Your muscles ache from the strength it takes you to hoist his heavy legs over your shoulders and keep them there, but your rewarded with the tightening of his sweet hole, a pleased rumble leaving his throat.

“G-good boy-.” He growls, long claws scratching down your back as you pound into him. Your thrusts are slow but deep, making his toes curl every time you bottom out, tip scraping his prostate and making his cock spurt a dollop of precum with every thrust. “Fucking daddy so deep. I taught you well, yeah?”

"Yes, yes, yes!" You agree to everything he says without hearing any of his words, your body moving automatically to bully your dick into him. Every thrust is heaven and every second spent pulling out from his tight heat is hell, the sensitive veins of your cock scraping against his walls.

He moans when you manage to clip his prostate with your thrusts, one clawed hand sliding down to grip your hip hard enough to bruise. "Harder boy," He demands, rolling his hips to meet you half way, other hand raising up to scruff you. "You can go har-hm!- harder. . . don't you wan- fuck, want to make daddy feel good?"

Clenching your eyes shut you slam into him as hard as you can, feeling the fat widening his frame jiggle with every hard thrust. Without thinking Price pulls your head down to smother you in his pecs, soft fluffy fur tickling your face as the ample flesh suffocates you. The sweet scent of honey mixed with his musk erases any vestiges of sentient thought in your head, leaving your animal brain to pick up the pieces — Pin him down harder and mate him, rut into him until he's roaring with his full chest, his hard cock slapping against your stomach.

Price reacts to the change in your behavior by pressing your face even harder against his chest, his walls clenching around your cock like a vice so you have to try harder to push into him. Price’s lips brush against your ear, voice low and rumbly. “My boy, come in daddy.” He urges you on, both legs now tightly wound around your waist so you can only hump your aching cock into him. “Co-mh!- cum, cum in me son, you want to be good for daddy right?”

That's all it takes to drive you over the edge, mind going black like a piece of paper as your orgasm rocks through you with the intensity of lighting. The sensation of your hot cum spilling into his hole triggers his own orgasm and he cums with a thunderous roar, sticky seed shooting across your abdomen.

You collapse on top of him, his legs keeping your softening cock inside him, not that you have even a single functioning muscle to try to pull out. His big hand cradles your skull, honey flavored lips placing soothing kisses on your temple. "That's my boy." Price murmurs, his chest rumbling with a soft purr. "Did so well for me." He yawns, eyelids fluttering as that fog of lethargy settles over both of you. "Now rest," The order is spoken in the softest voice he's ever used, and it works like a horse tranquilizer on you.

As you drift off to sleep, you feel his hole clench around your soft cock, the cum inside him squelching as his body unconsciously tries to persuade yours into filling him up just a bit more.

It's gonna be a long winter.

[forever-rogue]

I fell in love with the previous holiday request 🥹 can you do another part, maybe Christmas morning and presents? Dad Eddie is so cuteeeee

AN | I love dad Eddie too, so have some more! 🥺🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader

Word Count | 2.7k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

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“Daddy,” Eddie heard the small voice calling out to him, but he kept his eyes tightly shut. Maybe if she thought he was still sleeping, she’d give him a break. Wishful thinking. This was his daughter after all. A little hand patted his cheek, “Daddy! Wake up!”

Eddie opened one eye to find Ollie looking at him with big eyes and a shy smile. How on earth was he ever supposed to be mad at her? He reached up and gently poked her cheek, causing her to giggle, “what are you doing up, Ollie Pop?”

“It’s Christmas,” her eyes went wide as she reached for his hand to drag him out of bed, as if she’d accomplish that through sheer force, “you gotta get up! Santa was here!”

“Can I have five more minutes?” he pleaded with her, not ready to leave the comfort of the warm bed and your soft body next to his. She put her hands on his cheeks and made sure he was looking at her, “please?”

“You say that sometimes and then it ends up being forever,” she huffed; she was really calling him out on his little white lies. The kid was too smart for her own good.

“I’m old, Ollie,” he sighed dramatically, “I need my sleep and rest…just like you do. So why don’t go back to bed for a little while?”

“Nope,” she looked so pleased with herself, displaying her big gap-toothed smile as she shook her head, a few dark curls bouncing roguishly, “Daddy, you can’t sleep in on Christmas!”

“Alright, alright,” part of him wanted to say no, but he couldn’t find it in his heart to do, “five minutes then?”

“Five minutes,” she agreed, “I’ll wait in the living room.”

“No peeking at what Santa left! And no touching either,” she scoffed as she walked, giving him a stern look and finger waggle before closing the door behind her, “I mean it, Olivia!”

He heard her yell something inaudible back and chuckled to himself. She was a lot, but he wouldn’t have changed a thing about her.

“Five minutes only, Daddy,” you teased, turning over to face him. He playfully rolled his eyes before leaning to press a soft kiss to your lips. You were just waking up, bleary eyed and soft-smiled with wild hair. You were the most gorgeous being he had ever seen, “hi.”

“Hi,” he grinned back, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face before settling his hand on the slight swell of your belly. It turned out that you had gotten him an early Christmas present that year, “do you think I can get away with making fifteen?”

“Not a chance.”

“Ten?”

“If it’s even a moment over five, she’ll be right back in here to drag you out,” you laughed softly as he leaned back against the pillow, letting out a heavy sigh, “you should know that by now. It’s your kid after all.”

“She’s half yours,” he snorted as you shook your head, “oh? Are you telling me you swapped babies at the hospital and traded our baby for a different one?”

“Oh no,” you giggled in amusement, “there’s no denying that’s our kid. But…right now, early on Christmas morning, she’s all yours. You’re basically a single dad until at least ten this morning.”

“I’d argue with you on that,” he rolled over so you were under him, caged between his arms as he dipped his hand down to kiss you. He made sure to keep his weight off you so he wouldn’t hurt the baby…yeah, he was that kind of father - overprotective and always worried, but you loved it, “but I think you deserve some more rest. You’re doing all the hard work right now, growing our son.”

“Bold of you to assume it’ll be a boy!”

“I just have a feeling,” he smirked, “you’ll realize I was right in about five months.”

“I-”

“Daddy!” you couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up as he hung his head and sighed softly.

“Better go,” you whispered, reaching up and putting your hand on his face, brushing your thumb over the apple of his cheek, “I’ll be there soon, I promise. I just want to close my eyes for a few more minutes. Your son is really taking it out of me right now.”

“I’ll allow it,” he turned his face and pressed a kiss to your palm, “just rest. We’ll see you soon.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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“Alright, Ollie Pop,” Eddie rubbed the rest of the sleep from his eyes as he walked down the hall and into the living room. But his daughter was nowhere in sight, which immediately caused his anxiety to spike, “kiddo?”

“In the kitchen,” she called back and he relaxed before wondering what she was up to. He padded into the kitchen and froze at the sight in front of him. Ollie was standing on a chair, chocolate powder all over her and the kitchen counter. As soon as she noticed his expression, she turned oh so innocent and sheepish, “sorry Daddy. I was gonna make chocolate milk for us.”

Part of him wanted to be mad and blame her for the mess, but he knew there was no point. She was just a kid, and she was trying her best; the most important thing was that she was okay. Messes were annoying but they could always be cleaned up, “that’s very sweet of you, little miss. Maybe next time wait for me or Mommy, okay?”

“Okay,” she held her arms to him, silently asking for him to pick her up, “I wanted to surprise you!”

“Consider me surprised,” he picked her up and perched her on his hip as he grabbed a rag to start cleaning, “you’re something else, kid.”

“Is that good or bad?’ she looked at him curiously and he couldn’t help but press a kiss to her cheek.

“Very good,” he promised, “the absolutely best. Now - let’s get this cleaned up and then I’ll help you make some chocolate milk and maybe we can open a few presents. Sound like a plan?”

“Yes!”

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After Eddie cleaned up the kitchen and the kid, he let her drag him into the living room. He started a fire as she excitedly sat down in front of the tree, but her attention was quickly pulled to the window. 

“Wow,” she jumped and ran over to the sliding glass patio door, putting her little hands on it as she looked into the backyard. It was snowing softly outside, everything outside was already covered in a soft layer of the glittering white flakes, “Daddy, its snowing! Can we go play outside later?”

“Sure thing, Ollie Pop,” he cast her a fond little look; he’d never had moments like this as a child and he was happy (and proud) to be able to give this to her. He’d vowed to capture every special moment with her, “but we gotta open presents and eat breakfast first, okay?”

“Okay,” she turned back to him with a serious look on her little face, “can we build a snowman and an igloo? Like the ones in my cartoon!”

“I mean, we can try,” he promised, “but we’re not penguins like the ones in the Pingu, so I don’t know how good ours will be. But we can definitely try.”

“We’ll do great,” she promised, padding back over to the tree and sitting down cross legged, “penguins don’t have hands or fingers so it must be harder for them. It’ll be easy for us ‘cause we have both!”

“You’re so smart,” he beamed at her before grabbing a blanket off the couch, and putting it over the two of them as he sat down next to her, “you definitely take after your mom.”

“Nuh uh,” she shook her head and waved her hand at him. Where did she get all this sass? You, he could practically hear you saying, “Mommy says I’m just like you.”

“Yeah? Not surprising at all,” he crooked his finger at her, and she leaned in close to him as he bent to reach her ear, “Mommy’s sometimes really sassy too. She’s just as goofy and silly as you are. But you didn’t hear that from me.”

“Hear what?” she feigned and shrugged her little shoulder as he just nodded. He’d taught his little mini-me so well. Ollie fell silent for a moment before looking at him seriously, “can I ask you a question?”

“Anything kiddo.”

“Do you and Mommy know Santa Clause?” she whispered causing Eddie to almost choke on his chocolate milk. He started coughing to clear his throat and she was closely scrutinizing.

“Whaddaya mean?”

“Last year Santa got me exactly what I wanted,” she mused, casting a suspicious look at all the presents under the tree, “how would he know that?”

“That’s because you left him a letter along with the milk and cookies, remember?” he was internally panicking, wondering what the heck he was supposed to tell her. The two of you hadn’t discussed what you’d say if she asked about Santa. He couldn’t do this alone, he needed you for back up. He cast a forlorn glance down the hall and the bedroom.

“Yeah, but it still doesn’t make sense,” she huffed, “how can he know exactly what I want and all the other kids in the world? How could he get me presents and everyone else? It makes no sense!”

“Sure it does,” he lied. Damn. This kid really was way too smart, “he’s got all his elves to help and then his reindeer to help. They all work really hard and fast.”

“Hmm,” she pondered over his words and he hoped that she would just accept his word for it. He didn’t want the full magic of Christmas to disappear for her just yet…and he definitely didn’t want to have to tell her that Santa wasn’t real without you, “I guess. Next year I wanna stay up all night so we can catch him! Can we, Daddy?”

“Totally,” he agreed, a wave of relief washing over him, “we’ll catch him.”

Crisis averted for now. 

“Can I open a present?’ she asked sweetly and he nodded, reaching under the tree and grabbing a box for her. She took it gently, but eagerly and went to shake it but Eddie shook his head and stopped her.

“You have to be gentle with it.”

“Okay,” she slowly started to rip off the wrapping paper as you made your way into the living room, all wrapped up in your fluffy robe and looking cozy, “Mommy!”

“Good morning, my little love,” you crouched down and pressed a big kiss to her cheek, “merry Christmas.”

She wrapped her little arms around your neck as she gave you a tight hug, “merry Christmas!”

“Go on,” you nudged her back towards her present and turned your attention to your husband, “and good morning to you, my love.”

“Hi baby,” he pulled you towards him, settling you on his lap as he wrapped his arms around your middle and rested his chin on your shoulder. He ran a hand over your belly, causing you to sigh softly, “and hello baby.”

“Dork,” you turned your head and pressed a kiss to his cheek before the two of you watched Ollie finish ripping off the wrapping. You watched in eager anticipation as she studied what she had just unwrapped. It took her a few moments, but when she realized what it was, she squealed in delight, jumping up and down with a burst of energy, “well? What do you think, Ollie?”

“It’s a guitar!” she exclaimed as if the two of you didn’t know exactly what it was, “now I can be just like Daddy!”

“You’re going to be even cooler than me,” he insisted as she ran over and hugged him, almost knocking him over in the process, “do you like it?”

“It’s what I asked Santa for!” she was almost yelling with all the excitement in her little body, “will you teach me how to play?”

“Absolutely,” he promised; she’d been fascinated with him playing the guitar since she was a baby. Once she’d gotten older and really understood what it was, she’d begged for own little guitar. You’d both agreed that now was as good a time as any to get her started, “you’re going to be a natural. I can’t wait to teach you.”

“Me too,” she started to open the box, being as careful as she could. If Eddie had passed on his love of music to her, he also passed on the knowledge of care and respect for the instruments.

You shifted slightly so you could turn to Eddie and leaned in towards him, lowering your voice, “do you think we should tell her? That way she’ll have plenty of time to process beforehand…”

“I think now is an excellent time to tell her,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek before looking back at Ollie, “hey kiddo, your mother and I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?” she plopped onto the floor and looked at the two of you with curious eyes. She tapped her chin thoughtfully for a moment, surprisingly introspective for such a small thing. Before either of you could say anything she made a small sound, “oh. Is it about the new baby?”

Your mouth dropped open as you and Eddie exchanged surprised looks. Both of you pointed at each other in surprise, trying to figure out if either of you had spilled the beans. You shook your head and Eddie did the same. He looked at daughter in amusement as she continued to try and unwrap the box, “Olivia May Munson, how did you know that?”

She shrugged, playing it off for a moment as the two of you waited for her to go on, “Mommy’s been sick in the mornings, and I heard her tell you about going to the doctor. Lilly said that her mom was sick a lot in the mornings and they told her she was getting a sister.”

You leaned into Eddie and whispered in his ear, “she’s way too smart and perceptive for her own good.”

“She’s your daughter after all,” he beamed, “guess the cat’s out of the bag.”

“Is it true?” she paused and looked at both of you, her brows knitting together, “is there a new baby?”

“It’s true,” you promised, reaching out for her to come over. She clambered over and sat down in your lap, “you’re going to be a big sister soon. You’re going to have a brother or a sister!”

“Wow,” her eyes lit up and you could tell that she was genuinely excited, “that’s cool! I hope it’s a brother…wait no - a sister! Well, either one really.”

“You’re such a good girl,” Eddie stroked her chubby little cheek, nothing but fondness coloring his voice, “we love you so much, Ollie. And that is never going to change. You’re always going to be our baby girl. We’ll always love you.”

“I know,” she put a chubby little hand on both of your cheeks, “I love you too.”

“Good,” you grinned, “glad to know we’re all on the same page.”

“Yes,” she promised, nodding and causing her unruly curls to bounce wildly, “now can we finish opening presents?”

“Never change, kid,” Eddie laughed as he wrapped an arm around you, “I love you both so much, my girls -  my boy!”

[randonauticrap]

Am here for the ask game with daddy Jin :3

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Hallo, Marieee! 👋🏻😁 Let's get started, shall we? 👀

For reference:

😍 - 3 favorite things about f/o

😘 - F/o's 3 favorite things about me

💚 - Who gets jealous?

🌟 - Who's the tease in the relationship?

💞 - How do you both express affection?

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😍 - My 3 favorite things about Jin... Lord you would make me choose just 3. Let's see here..

1. His selfless and giving heart

2. His aptitude for making people (including me) smile

3. How safe and loved he makes me feel

😘 - Oh man. This is tough. I wish he weren't currently away on official business so he could tell you himself. He knows how bad I am at this. 😂

1. He secretly loves the fact that I can see through his nonchalant act. He's wanted someone to really *see* him his entire life, despite the mask he puts up, and while it took him some getting used to, I think he feels safe with me now too.

2. He loves how much I crave his touch; in every single way possible, both sexual and non. I love holding his hand, or when he drapes his arm around me in public. I love brushing up against him or leaning on his shoulder to take a nap. I love running my fingers through his hair when he's laying on my chest, I love it all. And I think he really loves that I love it.

3. He loves my smile. He's said that a lot. He once said, "Even if it took me quitting the prince business and moving with you to some barren wasteland, I'd do it all to see you smile." He's the sweetest. 🥺 Course, I'd never ask him to quit being a prince, I know how much meaning it gives his life, and I'm not sure barren wastelands are either of our styles. 🥴

💚 - We both do, depending on the situation. But in all honesty, I'm worse about jealousy than he is, given some of my past ~experiences~. But to my credit, I'm not the one that has beautiful people of the opposite gender accosting me wherever I go. 🙄 I cannot tell you how many times I have had to say, when Jin was distracted or off getting us something, "No, I'm his REAL wife, it's not role-playing. No, you can't "have a turn" after me because I'm his WIFE." I never blame him, even though he does always apologize profusely and - ahem - generously make it up to me later. But the women who won't take no for an answer get exhausting. Lol

🌟 - He's worse in the teasing department now. I used to be just as bad as him, but that's usually how I start out when I'm not comfortable enough to be vulnerable. But once I got comfortable with him and felt safe, the teasing act dropped for the most part. I'm still a tease, but not in the same way I was. His is different too, although still just as prominent. Lol I know if he were here, he'd want to tell you the story about the time he nearly made me squeal aloud at a ball, but he's not here so I won't get into it. Haha Besides, he tells the story better than I do. He can tell you when he gets back.

💞 - We're both very touchy feely people. We have BOTH been reprimanded by Sariel for PDA because we can't keep our hands off of each other. And why would we want to? We're each other's safe person. So often when I'm stressed, I find myself reaching for Jin, and he always *always* reaches back. He'll give me a massage, or pet my hair, or even just run his hands up and down my sides, and it'll calm me. Same with him, if he's had a really rough day, usually he'll end up in my lap or laying on my chest, and I'll run my hands through his hair until he falls asleep holding onto me. We talk about things, of course, but usually only after we've calmed down in each other's embrace. We also love washing each other off, even in a nonsexual way. He washes my hair and body, I wash his, and we just sort of relax into those moments with each other; the level of vulnerability and trust we've come to have with each other is astronomical. I really love him, and I couldn't be more glad to have him in my life.

There's my lil self-ship spotlight on Jin! Hope you enjoyed! 😁💙

Edit: Here's the list if you want more of these!

[azurelyy]

I posted 758 times in 2022

That's 758 more posts than 2021!

349 posts created (46%)

409 posts reblogged (54%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@sneetsnoot

@tired-biscuit

@nightingaleflow

@justmyownreality

I tagged 628 of my posts in 2022

Only 17% of my posts had no tags

#ask away - 237 posts

#azurelyy scribbles - 115 posts

#ask game - 99 posts

#azurelyy friends - 76 posts

#naruto fanfiction - 54 posts

#azurelyy writes - 41 posts

#azurelyy moots - 35 posts

#delirious writes - 33 posts

#azurelyy faves - 28 posts

#azurelyy.100event - 27 posts

Longest Tag: 69 characters

#not 100% certain if it’s good i write like i’m from the 1970’s though

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hey! How are you doing? I saw that your requests are open and I was wondering if you'd be willing to write something smutty for Jiraiya? Maybe he comes home to his girlfriend and they've been missing each other so much? Thank you so much ❤

Hi, Nonnie! I am okay. Got COVID over the weekend and despite being triple-vaxxed, it totally kicked my ass. Am slowly getting over it. I hope you're doing good! <;3.

Not gonna lie, I saw Jiraiya's name and blacked out. This was the result. Hope you enjoy! (I am tagging @sneetsnoot because we share this Jiraiya obsession lol)

Title: Eight Hours & Sixty Days 🍋

Pairing: Jiraiya x f!reader

Warnings: Size kink, "Daddy" kink, age gap, praise, orgasm denial, dumbification, female masturbation, unprotected sex, cookie monster!Jiraiya, soft dom!Jiraiya, slight infantilization, aftercare

Word Count: 4.5k

Eight hours and sixty days. Eight hours and sixty days since Jaraiya the Gallant last kissed you, last touched you, last talked to you; but to you - as you watched the sixtieth sun disappear behind the horizon, as the sky faded from navy to black, as the snow turned blue from the absence of the warm glow of the brightest star - it may as well have been a lifetime. You sighed, releasing the heavy ball and chain that tugged at your heart, as you stood from the chair on your balcony and entered into your little apartment. 

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329 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

#4

Hiii! I hope you're doing well ♡ congrats on 100 followers!!

For the event , can I please get #7 of the smut prompt with shikamaru and a female reader?

Ally, you deserve so much better than me! 🥺 I am so sorry this took me forever. Obviously I didn’t plan this event very well lol. I am hoping the length of this one will make up for how long this took me. 

Hopefully you like it! 🖤 I had a lot of fun writing it, and it’s actually my first NSFW for Shikamaru! I know, crazy. Oh, and as we discussed in our DMs, this has Prompt 10 since Prompt 7 was taken! 

Words: 3.5k

🍋 Prompt: “Oh, how we’re going to hurt each other.”

Warnings: NSFW, enemies to lovers, semi-public sex, closet sex, oral (f!receiving), wall sex, unprotected sex. Mentions: Sasuke, Ino, Naruto, and Sakura (NaruSaku)

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389 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

#3

Hi, congrats to 100 supporters ayyyyy👏🏻You deserve it love!

Can I propose smut prompt nr 7 with Kakashi and a fem reader? And maybe a jealous friends to lovers thing?

I hope this is ok, again congrats!!!

Hi! Thank you so much! 🥺 You are too sweet.

You can propose anything with Kakashi. 😏 I, once again, went feral writing for my favorite Sensei... lol. I hope you enjoy and thanks again for requesting something!

P.S. Sorry I am kind of mean to Genma?

Words: 3.8k

🍋 Prompt: "You should be kissed. And often. And by someone who knows how."

Warnings: oral (f!recieving), soft dom!Kakashi, over-over-overstimulation, orgasm denial, jealous!Kakashi, face sitting, rimming, dumbification

The fire’s flame flicked across your neck, hugging each curve delicately the way he wished he could as you leaned in to the chestnut haired man next to you, your plump lips curved into a cunning smile with wild eyes, like little monsoons. Kakashi convinced himself the reason he was burning up was due to the large bonfire just a few feet in front of him, but the longer he glared at the way Genma’s hand rested over yours on your knee, he wondered if he was being completely honest with himself.

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400 notes - Posted August 15, 2022

#2

Rain Rendezvous ☁️

Literally nobody asked for this but I had to get it out to the universe. I really hope ya’ll enjoy! 

Pairing: Sasuke x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, mentions of adult content, minor NSFW hints, soft sasuke, minor heartache, comfort fic, slow burn

Word Count: 6.5k 

Sasuke cursed under his breath as he ran along the muddied, contorted path. The field surrounding him was pitch black, the only illumination coming from the chaotic bursts of lightning in the distance, showing that this long forgotten path was leading him to one of the smallest villages he had ever seen.

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437 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hear me out… Dilf!Nanami who is obsessed with your tight little babysitter pussy, who can’t help himself from tasting you when he comes home from work to find you cleaning dishes in his kitchen. Those thigh-high socks are for him, right? That short skirt is so he can glimpse your peachy butt when you bend just a little too far over the counter, yeah?

Dilf!Nanami who is going to force you to answer that call on your phone whilst he eating you out like a starving man. Who is going to have you gushing on his mouth whilst you explain to your boyfriend that you’ll be home late…

Dilf!Nanami who is never going to let you go now he has tasted you on his tongue.

🧁 anon

Oh my lorddddd, 🧁 Anon... You have truly slayed me!

I am sorry this took so long. I wanted to make this into a full fic but I think my headcanon format will work best for this one. <3. This is my first time writing for everyone's favorite Daddy, so hopefully I portrayed him well.

NSFW beneath the cut - Minors DNI!

Warnings: NSFW, cheating, oral (f!recieving), finger sucking, dilf!Nanami

This truly was never his intention.

Had he admired your body from afar for months now? Yes.

Did he torture himself every day by imagining the way his teeth could drag your cat-patterned panties down your thick thighs? Yes.

Did he often find his hand wrapped around his cock after you called him 'Nanami-san' at the end of your shift, your voice all sleepy and raspy due to the short nap you took on his living room sofa? Again, yes.

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488 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

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[sugawarassoulmate]

Kenma x attaboy!! 🍑 My baby boy Kenma with lactation kink too 🤧🥺 Want him begging and crying 😢

hahahha i made him a bit of a switch lol i couldn't help it 👉🏾👈🏾

words: 610

cw: fem!reader, dom!reader, switch!kenma, lactation kink, breast feeding, mentions of pregnancy/childbirth, mommy/daddy kink, restraints, minors dni

“more please,” he slurs, wishing he could reach up and touch you. he hated when you tied him up like this. he was a good boy, he could control himself. why couldn’t you trust him? he tries to get more of you, wants your body touching every part of him. “please, mommy, more…”

after you had given birth to your daughter, there were insecurities brewing in your head that kenma might not be as attracted to you anymore. you definitely felt unsexy in the months after childbirth, your body had changed in ways that made you self-conscious with your precious baby needing constant care, you didn’t put much effort into your appearance anymore.

but somehow your husband found you even more attractive to the point where he couldn’t keep his hands off you. when your breasts started ballooning up near the end of your pregnancy, they became kenma’s personal playthings—especially when you started producing breast milk.

in the weeks before kaho was born, you complained about how full your breasts were from all the milk you had. you didn’t want to start pumping before she was born but you constantly found yourself in tears from the pain.

enter kenma who, out of curiosity, wondered what your breast milk tasted like. so he latched onto your sore nipples and it turns out he couldn’t get enough of your sweet nectar. since then, he was ready to help whenever your tits became too heavy.

kaho was born a few weeks later and she’s a big drinker, always getting fussy when she hasn’t been fed in a while. kenma loved his little girl more than anything but now he’s finding himself having to compete with his daughter for some personal time with you. you would put her down for a nap and kenma would slither behind you, hoping to get some time under your shirt, but you were so worn out most days that you had to turn him down.

but kaho was with your mother this weekend which means your body belongs to kenma once again.

“do you think you deserve it?” you ask, grinding on his lap while he feebly tries to get his mouth on your soft mound. kenma mewls underneath you, breaking into a sweat because all he wants is to drink from you.

“i’ll be good,” he says, golden eyes welling up as if the tears are about to flow. you take pity on him, brushing the hair out of his face to bring your tits to his mouth. and like a moth to a flame, kenma attaches himself to you immediately, drinking from you as if his life depends on it. “thank you.” he grunts, milk spilling from his lips.

he treats you as if you’re his last meal, sucking and biting at your chest like he won’t get another chance. in the meantime, you’re rubbing your clothed cunt against him, knowing any second he’s going to burst. “gonna cum for me?” and kenma nods against your breasts, not wanting to tear himself away for even a second. it’s so cute. “cum for me, baby boy.”

kenma practically whimpers against your tits, humping into you like a dog before he cums in his pants. it doesn’t stop his lips from abusing your chest. you finally push him off, your essence falling from his mouth. even now, kenma doesn’t look completely satisfied even though your nipples are red and raw from his lips on them.

“you taste so fucking good, mommy,” he breathes, the submissiveness leaving his voice with every second. with hunger in his eyes, kenma fights against his restraints. “now untie daddy so he can fuck you.”

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[cookiewrites]

Hiii I am the one who said chan prefers christopher than daddy well I love your work and I don't mind if you had your time for writing so don't rush anything sometimes I rereading my request one and seeing so much people like it I feel a little bit embraced oho oho anyways I was curious about how would skz members react when they were jealous or their partners being jealousy, that's it have a great day and don't forget to take care of yourself, ily <3

the idea someone is re-reading something i've written is such a huge honor omg thank you 🥺💖 i wish i had written more for it now, ahhh, i'm glad you liked it anyways 💖

jealousy headcanons

wc: 1.2k

cw: afab reader, pet names for reader (love, jagiya, princess, baby, mommy, angel, little one, slut), oral sex (m. receiving), penetrative sex, fingering, pegging, mentions of exhibitionism, dumbification, praise kink, degradation

so for chan, more than ever, he wants you to say his name. nothing else, no title, nothing but christopher. he is 100% a jealous sex person, he'll never be mad at you for it (unless you're doing it on purpose), he just wants to remind you and the whole world that you're his. like if someone had hit on you at a bar, he politely corrects the person, takes you home, and fucks you as loudly as possible; almost wanting the bedframe to creak. he wants to make you cum over and over, and you would have to be making noise the whole time, threatening to stop if you quietened down. if you go dumb part way through and can only remember his name, oh well. no biggie, he'll just tease you over and over about it;

'nothing in that pretty little head but me, yeah love? go on, say my name nice and loud for me, since it's the only thing you can remember now anyway'

minho feels really bad when you get jealous, it doesn't happen often, he is pretty good at staying away from anyone who would potentially upset you but every now and then someone gets too close or he is a bit too affectionate and you're all over him. and he is more than happy to indulge you. you always try so hard to be mad about it, and try to dom him, and tell him off. but it always comes across desperate, until you're sat trying to ride him and grabbing at him, when he finally takes over. holding you close and raising his hips to fuck into you over and over again, apologising for making you jealous.

'feels so good jagiya, yeah? let me make you feel good, let me make it up to you. i'm all yours, jagi, all yours'

changbin is not very good at hiding when he's jealous, especially if it's with one of the other guys, but he's not aggressive about it; he's mean. he makes snide little comments and slightly too harsh jokes about whoever it is he thinks you're too close to. and then later, in the bedroom, he does the same to you; teasing you for how turned on you are, how needy you're being, maybe even edging you a couple times. changbin wants to, in no uncertain terms, punish you but in a very different way to how he usually does, he wants to teach you a lesson and remind you that he is the only one who can make you drip onto the sheets.

'god you're pathetic, princess, dripping for me? i've barely even touched you and you're begging, so fucking needy it, almost want to leave you here begging. maybe let jisung clear up the mess? you seemed to love his attention earlier.'.

hyunjin never even leaves room for you to get jealous because he is obsessed with hickies, specifically him covered in hickies. and not just hidden below clothing either, he wants them visible. begging for them up the sides of his neck, even one time on his jawline when he had a break from schedule and knew his make-up artists wouldn't be angry with him. once he even encouraged you to give him one on his bottom lip when making out, his lip swollen and slightly purple for a couple days, stinging slightly when he pressed his finger to it. and every time he did he would immediately start getting hard, even harder than he would get even just seeing the usual marks you left.

'm-maybe another, baby, please, w-want everyone to see that i'm y-yours. th-they look so pretty, make m-me pretty, please? p-please.'.

jisung also isn't any good at hiding when his jealous because he gets really insecure, hiding and not being nearly as extroverted with the group as he usually is. for him, it manifests as doubt, so that night you have to be so loving, doting. he is needier than usual, needing you closer than usual, his eyes going glazed quicker than usual, whinier than usual. bonus points if you peg him when he's jealous, making clear that your priority is him and his pleasure way before yours. holding him close as you roll your hips, long hard thrusts, praising him over and over.

's-sungie is good? good for mommy? l-love you m-mommy, f-fuck, c-can s-sungie cum? p-please?'

felix will 100% overstimulate you when he finds out you're jealous, not in a punishment kind of way but in a you-forgot-i'm-in-love-with-you-i-must-remind-you kind of way. like it'd be the softest of dom. he'd spend forever worshipping you, undressing you, kissing you, touching you. and he'd make you cum on his fingers over and over as he lies next to you, making you look at him the whole time, telling you how much he adores you and how you are the only person he wants.

'oh angel, you're my dream, look like a dream cumming over my fingers like this, can feel everything angel, how good you are for me, how wet, a dream.'.

seungmin is the textbook mean dom when he's jealous. punishment; spanking, edging, denial. sometimes it's not even touching you, making you suck him off as he sits watching something on the tv, drinking out of a bottle, letting the cold condensation drip on your hot red face as you try to fuck his cock in and out of your mouth; trying to apologise even though he told you you're not allowed to speak. he'd eventually take pity on you, of course, once your face is covered in his cum. he'd let you get yourself off on his thigh, allowing you to only apologise, no moans, just 'i'm sorry, i'm sorry' getting increasingly whiner as he pretends that the fact your wetness soaking through his jeans isn't making him hard enough for a slightly softer second round.

'you can do better than that, right? god, i'm basically going soft in your mouth. i wonder if you'd be trying harder if i made him sit here and watch you, would you show how good of a slut you can be then? ... oh shut up, that mouth is made for one thing, little one.'.

jeongin will fuck you in other people's beds/spaces when he's jealous. chan got too close to you earlier? you will be bent over his studio desk a few hours later. felix was too affectionate when baking with you earlier? you'll be made to grind on felix's pillow begging jeongin to touch you. hyunjin was caught sketching you? jeongin will make you a piece of art in hyunjin's room, covering you in cum and words claiming you as his, his name written across your chest, your pussy labelled as his. he has no sense of privacy about it either, showing off not only how obedient you are but also doing it when he knows you'll likely be caught; wanting to remind everyone that you are his.

'now, don't you look good? maybe i should make you walk around with all this writing on, make you wear clothes to show it off, make sure no one can doubt who you belong to? so nice of jinnie to let us use all his nice pens and paints, right? bet they'll look even prettier covered in cum'

[georgiapeach30513]

Have ransom and carter ever talked about what went down that faithful day when he found out the whole truth? 🥺

Yes...Carter knew eventually it would come up. He never brought it up. But when he asked for a certain woman's hand in marriage, Ransom couldn't wait any longer.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

You Have My Blessing

Summary:  Ransom needs to know, and Carter’s gotta ask

Pairings:  Ransom X Carter

Rating:  😭😭

Warnings: brief mentions of child abuse, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.1K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Carter Baizen Masterlist

Story Drysdale Masterlist

Carter’s hand in his right pocket runs over the smooth velvet of the ring box.  His left hand running over the delicate petals of Story’s rose he gave her when she was only seven years old.  Returned to him the day she officially gave Carter her heart.  Gave him her innocence, and he still can’t find a way to part with it.  

His eyes roam around Ransom’s office, stopping on the shelf dedicated to Story.  He wanders over to the pictures, and he almost wished he didn’t.  Daddy’s little princess.  Always wearing a dress, always with a tiara, and usually her ballet shoes, or some form of dress shoes on her feet, no matter the occasion.  

A photo of Ransom trying to teach her to ride a bike, and she still had on her princess attire.  Her running around outside in the garden, in a fluffy gown, and tiara.  Her sitting on Ransom’s lap, passed out, while he talks to his wife; tutu on, tiara, and ballet slippers.  Her face stained purple from the popsicles that she had eaten earlier that day.  Even one of her many tiaras she had as a child sitting on display in front of the photos.  

Carter glances over to see two new photos.  A picture of Story on his back at Disney World.  She couldn’t see the fireworks, so Carter held her, even pointed out her star over the castle that she made a wish on.  He still didn’t know that wish.  The next a picture of the two of them asleep on the couch.  Her body curled into him, while a tiny baby Otto asleep on his stomach as well.

Ransom walks into his office and pauses.  Carter obviously in a trance staring at his daughter’s photos.  His eyes flick down to the floor, reminiscing on Story’s life, and how it seemed to have went by in the blink of an eye.  He’s thankful for Carter, and in so many ways has always been thankful to that lost little boy.  Ransom isn’t an idiot, asking to buy land to build him and Story her dream home, he knew what was next.

Ransom clears his throat before walking in and Carter who had been holding onto the tiara drops it back on the shelf.  “That’s not the one you gave her,” Ransom notes.  “That is the one that Harlan gave her the day she came home from the hospital.  The one you gave her is upstairs in her bedroom.  She always did have a thing for holding onto things you gave her.  Minus the uh,” Ransom taps at his chest.  “She still has a bad habit of trying to touch it.”

Carter pulls his hand out of his pocket, that white rose still dangling on it’s chain, “I see.”

“I told her that whoever owned it, owns her heart.”

Ransom huffs out a laugh, raising both eyebrows, before pointing to the chair in front of his desk, “I suppose it makes sense as to why you have it.  Does she know?” Carter shakes his head no before sitting down.  “You planning on telling her?  How long...how long have you had that?”

“Since she was seventeen.”

“She’s twenty-three,” he watches the younger man smile, returning it to his pocket.  “Now that we’re on that subject.  There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask, and then we’ll get to why you are in my office.  Why you stayed behind when Story and Otto went to the store.  That night when everything changed, and I watched my daughter lose herself in front of my eyes, why did you lie to me and tell me it meant nothing?”

Carter can’t look at Ransom.  He knew eventually he’d have to talk about that night.  Knowing that it would be good for him and Ransom to talk this through.  “When Story was seven, her bike had just had the training wheels taken off.  Your Beemer wasn’t in the garage, it was in the driveway.  She saw me and got a little wobbly.  Her handlebars scrapped down the side of your driver’s door, and then she jumped off the bike upset.  It hit the Beemer again, and she just sat on the ground crying.  I told you that it was my fault.”

Ransom watches Carter curiously.  Almost confused on what this has to do with that night.  “I don’t know if you remember your great grandmother’s vase that sat in the hallway?”

“I hated that ugly thing.”

Carter stifles a laugh, but still refuses to look up at Ransom, “Story was twirling around doing some kind of dance.  It was new and she wanted to show me, she uh, she lost balance and hit the vase, and it fell into the floor.  I told you I was being careless, and I hit it.  Remember when you came home and that book shelf,” Carter flicks his head to the shelf behind him is, “it was in the floor?  Story was climbing it, and somehow it started to tip over, and it fell on her.  I beat everyone in here, and said that I was the one climbing it, and Story stopped me.”

“Carter, what does that have to do with that night?”

He finally looks up at the man he’s always considered to be more of a father figure than his own.  “You always thought I was this wild one because of all the trouble I was getting into.  Did you ever realize that Story wasn’t ever far behind?”

“She followed you around like a puppy.”

“I was always taking the blame for things she did.  I didn’t have the heart for her to take the blame for anything.  That night you had this look on your face of pure disappointment when you were looking at her.  All I saw was this little girl in a tiara and tutu, scared and crying.  You were yelling and had never looked at her like that.  It was easier for me to take the blame.  Make you believe that I had taken advantage of her.  I would rather have you disappointed in me, than her.  When I first met her, I promised to protect her, and it was stupid, but I felt I was protecting her, and then when I saw her pain, I wanted to take it all back.  I loved her then Mr. Drysdale.  I love her now, and that’s why...”

Ransom raises his hand up.  Unable to process the question he’s about to ask since he just got all that unloaded onto him.  He looks over to her pictures, and turns around to see the first picture of them as a family of seven.  One he swears he’ll never take down.  “I still see her as that small.  I don’t know who I was more disappointed in you or her.  Carter, you know I saw you in the jewelry store.  You know the many conversations we had about your girlfriend.  And I should have known that it was my Story book you were talking about.  I don’t know exact words, but I remember things, and every time you described your girlfriend, it was my itty bitty baby you were describing, and I should have known.  I knew the moment you saw her as an adult, your feelings for her would change.  Her feelings for you have never changed.  You two have always had this string tied to each of your fingers, and each year that string got shorter and shorter, until it pulled you two right together, and it’s never stopped that pull has it?”

“No sir.”

“Why were you so worried about me or my wife getting mad at her?” Carter shrugs his shoulders.  “There has to be a reason.”

“My mom, she never listened to what I had to say.  It was always just what she said that was the law.  And when I would try to make a comment, speak out of line if you will, or any form of misbehavior she would uh, she uh...well she hit me.  All I could see when Story was getting in trouble was you or Mrs. Drysdale hurting her.  She was always too small for that.” 

“I didn’t know,” Carter shrugs looking at Ransom’s desk.  Ransom hated that moment that took place in this estate.  The moment that set a series of events in Story’s life that changed her forever.  The moment his family started to fall apart.  His wife became a shell of herself while she went through the motions.  “I’m sorry.”

“That’s why I liked being here.  All the kids, and you let us be kids.  Remember Mrs. Drysdale bought me some non designer clothes to keep at your house.  Let me run around and roll in the grass, and then I could change back into whatever designer mom felt like me wearing, and I didn’t have grass stains on them.  This place and the townhouse was always more of a home than my own house.”

“Why were you waiting in my office?” Carter finally looks up at Ransom with a smile.  Reaching his hand into his pocket to pull out the ring.  Opening the box before setting it on his desk.

“I bought that the day I saw you.  I never intended mine and Story’s life to go the way it did, but I knew I wanted to marry her.  I didn’t get the ring because she was pregnant.  I didn’t get the ring to give it to her right away.  I got the ring, because I wanted something perfect for her, because she’s perfect.  Mr. Drysdale, your daughter has always captured my heart.  That string, I guess,” he laughs looking at Ransom, almost losing it when the older man has a steady stream of tears flowing down his cheeks.

“Her and Otto are my everything.  I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to fix all the wrongs I did in Story’s life.  But I want to do it with her as my wife.  I have always wanted a love like yours and Mrs. Drysdale’s, and I have that with her.  She’s my best friend, the person I want to be late for work for because I wanted that extra time with her.  The reason I leave work early, because all I can think about is her and our son.  I want us to be partners, that undying love that you just can’t get enough of.  Even when you’re angry, you stop arguing, just to hold them and let them know you’ll get through it together.  The person I want to have a family with.  She’s the best mom because she learned from the best, and I hope you trust me with her and Otto, because I learned from the best, too.  I have never wanted anything more in my life than her.  Would you do me the honor of giving me your blessing to marry your daughter, and honestly your grandson too.”

Ransom looks back over to her pictures.  His itty bitty baby with the romantic heart.  His grandfather was always right about his kids, if only he stopped to listen.  Without saying a word, he opens a desk drawer, and pulls out the envelop that the White’s had given him, and a leather bond journal, labeled Story Drysdale, Princess of Boston.  Opening it up he flips through the pages of Harlan’s script.  A notebook he had been reading ever since Carter asked for land.  He slides the two of them across the desk and looks at Carter.  

"Two things; I’ll give you my blessing if you tell her about that necklace you keep in your pocket.  I always thought you were playing with your dick with how often your hand is in your pocket.  And the other thing, I should have given you that envelop a long time ago.  It was from when she was pregnant with Otto.  That notebook; read it first.  Then decide how you feel about her.”

“Nothing is going to change my mind, sir.”

Ransom tilts his head, nodding, “I wasn’t trying to.  But maybe you’ll understand the love that she has always had for you, from her grandfather’s point of view,” Carter begins to cry shaking his head.  

“Blade talked about this.  I can’t.”

“You will, or you won’t have my blessing.  Blade is the one that discovered it.  Saw Story up in his study when they were younger.  She always had that out reading it.  There’s a few blotches in it from her tears.  Each child has a notebook.  Even you and James.  Harlan, kept a lot of notes.  He was afraid his mind was going bad at the end of his time, and he read them often.  After you read it, you have my blessing.”

Ransom slides across a skeleton key as well, “That will get you into his study.  It always makes me feel good to be around him.”

Masterlist

[unfortunate-brat]

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 (𝐈)

Pairing: Therapist!Danneel x Latina!Reader, Jensen Ackles x Latina!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Summary: When her boyfriend asks to try new things in the bedroom, Y/N seeks out help from a professional. Mainly a woman who’s known to improve sex between couples or at least that’s what Y/N had believed.

Warnings: oral sex, Daddy!kink, hint of dark elements, dom!danneel

Challenge Used: Bee’s Birthday Bash

Created For: @negans-lucille-tblr​ 

Header Credit: (x)

Danneel’s Outfit: lingerie | dress 

A/N: This is part one, more are to come and the prompts for the challenge will be included in the future portions. Happy Birthday to this incredible and loving human being, I wish her all the best in everything she does and that she likes this gift from her favorite bottom 😵‍💫🥺❤️

The woman bites down on her lip, unsure of how to go about this. After all, how do you openly talk about kinks?

“ I know you seem nervous but nothing about your dilemma is quite scary. This is all about trust and communication, both participants need to be at the same level.” The redhead takes down notes, pushing up her glasses to sit a little higher. “ How long ago did he ask about trying new things?”

The woman nervously twiddled her fingers, wishing the world would swallow her whole now. “ A-About a couple days ago. He wanted to spice things up and I thought about giving him a b-blowjob but that’s not what he wants.” She cleared her throat, hoping to find a sliver of courage to keep going. “ H-He wants me to call him Daddy. Which is weird and I don’t think I could ever do that.”

More notes are taken down before the notepad and pen are set aside, the redhead taking a deep breath. “ Y/N, something I want to know is that no matter how strange a kink is, we don’t shame it. Just because he wants you to call him Daddy, does not mean he wants an incest related relationship. It’s about dominance really.” She pauses momentarily, watching Y/N soften up a bit, looking like a puppy who just got scolded.

“ He wants you to trust him enough to take care of you, give you a good time and who knows, maybe you’ll enjoy it.”

“ So I just say Daddy? That’s the kink?” Y/N didn’t understand how her partner wanted this to go, it’s not like any other ones asked for much in the bedroom. Not like they made her orgasm either but things were easier then.

“ Well no, there’s a time and place for it.” The redhead stands up, smoothing down the skirt of her black dress. “ How about we do a little acting Hmm? Just so you can understand a bit better, I find that most people who come to seek help learn better with a more hands-on experience.”

Sitting next to Y/N on the sofa, she takes her hand and squeezes it a bit. “ You can trust me right? We’re going to go by a color system, red means stop, yellow means go slower and green means continue.” Waiting for approval, she takes a deep breath in hopes this exercise may go well.

With a firm nod, Y/N watches as Danneel pushes her fiery locks back and gets on both knees. “ Now let’s pretend I’m your boyfriend, we’re having some foreplay and I want you to try using Daddy this time.” She places both palms on the other woman’s knees, slowly spreading each leg apart. Glancing to see Y/N look away in shame, biting down on her lip.

“ Color?”

As much as red would be the good option, the safe option, Y/N needed to learn how to be much dirtier. Even if her brain is screaming against the idea of this woman touching her, that it’s cheating and such. But her boyfriend knows she’s here, and had mentioned if they practice being comfy it’s okay with him. Still doesn’t ease the bubbling guilt…

“ Y/N, I asked you a question. Color?”

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Y/N scrapes her brain for any bits of courage to reply. She’s a big girl, it was time to stop being a prude. Danneel was a trusted professional, so safety was her top priority! “G-Green.”

“ Green what?” This was the first push, a little shaking of Y/N’s boat of safety to see if she could handle the tides.

Y/N feels the heat immediately creep upon her cheeks once more. Fuck me. Her mind replies, tongue darting out to relieve the chapped lips. “ Green, Daddy.” The word left a bit of a sour taste upon her tongue, but to the woman’s surprise, not all that disgusting.

“ Now that’s a good girl.” The praise makes Y/N’s core run wild, seeing it’s a big weakness of hers. When her boyfriend teased about how good she was taking him, oh it made her go feral practically.

Danneel’s fingers skim close to her heat, teasing the lace covering the last shred of dignity. “ Men love it when you put on a little show, so when you go down on him, give him Bambi eyes. Just like this,” Leaning in close to her core, inhaling that sweet scent of arousal, Danneel licks a stripe up the clothed area. Eyes that of a doe-wide and innocent like-as she went for another lick.

Y/N instantly bucked her hips up, gripping the couch as Danneel pulls away with a sly smirk. “ This is where you put your hand in my hair, tug, and keep chanting Daddy.”

There’s no warning as the redhead goes back in for more, grinning as Y/N does exactly as told. Arching off the sofa as the woman pulls the soaked lace to the side. Devouring all that there was to offer and enjoying each second as Y/N mewled. “ Use your words babygirl, otherwise it won’t continue.” Danneel reminds the woman, lightly swatting her core.

“ D-Daddy!” Y/N squeaked, trying to catch her breath as Danneel continued once more. Arousal clouding her mind from proper judgement and solely focusing on getting relief.

Eventually Danneel pulled away, removing the tie from her black dress. Allowing the material to pool on the floor as she showed off the matching black lingerie hugging her in all the right places. “ You’re learning quickly babygirl, but first, remind me what your boyfriend’s name was.”

Before Y/N could reply, her boyfriend steps into the room and she squeaks. “ Jensen, I-I’m sorry!” The guilt was quickly washing over the pleasure and she wanted to go back in time to prevent this.

What made Y/N stop her small sobs was the sound of lips smacking together and upon looking up sees her very boyfriend making out with Danneel.

“ How was she?” He asks the redhead.

“ Hmm, innocent. You sure know how to pick ‘em. Guess that year apart was worth it. Can’t wait to make her our little toy.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

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[justalittletomato]

Hello! I was wondering something about Ava, Danica, and the twins… would Danica and the twins make Ava a surprise breakfast for his birthday? I saw it in a movie and it got me wondering 🥺❤️💙💜💜

Sincerely,

🥞

Shadow you put this in my inbox and expect me not to internally scream at the softness that will ensue with this little family? This little family Dani and Ava made? Dani who adores her Darling Ava with all her hearts for the past 19 years? Let’s take this blurb away...

@hannagoldworthy @eyecandyeoz @apocalypticwafflekitten

Ava turns over in bed and reaches..the space next to him empty, his darling Danica not keeping her side of the bed cozily warm. He hears rustling and the pater of small feet outside the bedroom. 

The twins and Dani must already be awake, how odd, no morning kiss? No Bo or Ro bounding up the bed declaring yet another Pancake Day? How odd...

There’s a crash and yelp from one twin, Ava  is already scrambling out of bed. 

“Darling? Bo? Ro?” he asks panicked. The scene before him is so:

Danica at the stove. Ro on a tiny step stool looking intently at the caf machine and little Bo who dropped a carton of eggs. Atticus and Bebe already on clean up duty and eating up the fallen eggs. 

“Daddy! You arent supposed to be up!” Little Bo squeaks. 

Dani smiles, “It’s okay, Bo. Daddy thought there was trouble,”

“Daddy is such a worry-worry” Ro pipes up. 

“What is this?”  a too large stack of egg cinnamon toast (French toast) next to Dani and little Ro with caf? Bo with a broken carton of eggs?

“Birthday breakfast for you Daddy!”

“Surprise!” 

The group cheers and the pups yip in delight. 

---

“Are we feeding a rebel cell?” 

“bo kept handing me eggs...” Danica laughed, “ This dish is your favorite so he said lots and lots” she turns to him, “ But truly happy birthday, my darling Ava” 

hands move up to his face, “ I thank the Stars for you...” Ava takes hold of her hand and presses a kiss to her palm, “ I thank them for bringing me to you Dani...” he looks to Ro and Bo, “So is that caf?” 

---

The twins have set up dinosaurs about the table and candles laid out for use. The 4 year old twins sitting on Ava’s lap as Danica arranges candles on a stack of toast.

“Daddy how old are you?” Ro asks 

“Are you as old as a dinosaur?” Bo suggests. 

Ava laughs, “ I am 27 today.” 

“Daddy you are old.” 

“Not as old as a dino.” 

The candles have been lit, and Dani sets on the droid to take a photo before moving beside Ava, she wraps her arms about his neck and calls for thier little twins to sing with her. 

The song ends and Dani whispers, “May a wish Ava...” 

what could he wish for? He was missing nothing in his life...his beloved Danica, thier children, the two pups that ate all that fell? morning spent chasing the twins, afternoons spent reading and Danica writing? Nights with his beloved family?

‘To stay together for always...to be this forever....’ he blows out the candles and Dani kisses his cheek. “ Happy Birthday Ava..” 

“Happy Birthday Daddy!” his children cheer along. 

---

27 years. That means 27 kisses. The little plums kiss Ava’s cheeks right after a nice helping of syrup, the Chiss laughs at how sticky his cheeks feels, but he dare not wipe away his babies kisses. Each twin gives 9 kisses. 

“Buir your turn! You kiss Daddy!” 

Danica smiles, “Of course I have to don’t I?” 

Ava nods. “ You must.” 

Their lips touch gently, they hear the twins giggle “8 more”. 

Dani smiles and Ava responds with another kiss. 8 soft kisses shared to mark 27 years...

“13 more,”Dani whispers, “A kiss for each wonderful year I have had you in my life...” 

Ava wants to cry as Dani kisses him. Today he is 27 years old, he has his darling twins and beloved Dani...

19 years ago this all started when he fell from the sky and held tight to a little Star’s hand. 

Today is his birthday and he spends it with dinosaurs, sticky little 4 years old who he adores to no end and his beloved Danica. The pups jump onto the edge of the table and lick the little plums cheeks They eat and munch on toast and laugh. Today is Ava’s birthday and his wish stays true. 

[daincrediblegg]

VBA: no writing, just a quick little squee over your art. HEIGHT DIFFERENCE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE AA. Their features are so distinct but so delicately done, it's beautiful

And I wish I drew hair as soft as you do. My God, like I can FEEL it. I want to squish big handfuls on both of them. Somft 😍

GIRL THANK YOU!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖HOLY SHIT I MEAN FUCKING RIGHT??? I mean Pruitt is a fucking tree and Bruno is about the same height as me (I think I'm actually just a touch taller than him lmao 😂😂😂) SO LOL OF COURSE HE'S FUCKING LOSING IT ALL THE GODDAMN TIME BC OH NO THE MONSIGNOR IS HOT!!! AND TALL!!!! AND EMOTIONALLY AVAILABLE!!!! 😂😂😂😂 And you know John. He sees a sad lookin ostracized fella and says to himself "Oh yeah. I'm gonna love and support that. I'm gonna love and support that so fucking hard". Perfection. Also it's kinda hot when Bruno calls him Padre (and god knows he has absent daddy issues out the whazoo so... man my friend LOOK WHAT YOU'RE MAKING ME DO)

AND THANK YOU ABOUT THE HAIR OMG 😭😭😭😭😭Would you believe me if I told you I have so much trouble with hair sometimes??? ESPECIALLY short hair or like braids??? I had SUCH a hard time with John's hair when I started drawing him months ago and idk also Bruno has unlocked the hair god in me I guess and now it feels like John's hair has made an improvement as well so???? thank you it means a lot honestly

[jayflrt]

Hello again, from hating on leather pants anon :) how you're doing?

I performed Ailee's "Don't touch me" solo, and later on a Demi Lovato song with some colleagues while using that hateful despising horrible detesting unpleasant awful leather shorts. Fun fact about Demi's song presentation, I didn't have enough time to memorize the dance (they came up to me 1 hour before the festival started to show the dance), so in the middle of the choreography, one of my colleagues had to say something like "time for that changed chorus" so I could execute it (I was lost, really, like, think I've never felt so lost in my life, but luckily I could remember most moves).

That experience made me think twice about outfits I'd use for future performances (I remember choosing blackpink's songs to perform instead of snsd's because the outfits were so much more comfortable and less revealing - fun fact again, I ended up dancing to snsd's songs anyway because they had spare time on the "show" and wanted me to dance more songs).

But yeah, this always makes me look at idols outfits whenever I'm checking a new performance, it's such a shame they have to use clothes that make it so hard to move (or clothes, like leather, that makes it double as hard to perform cause it's so hot and not stretchy at all). There's also this other type of fabric, I don't know how it's called in english, that looks really stretchy, but when you put it on, it's hell to move and irritates the skin (I think idols use that a lot too, so sorry for their skin).

Let's not talk about skirts too, cause omfg they're almost like leather pants to me.

Anyways, sorry for the long message :/ I'm really excited for the breakup pact, I'm sure it's gonna be awesome just like your other works. I couldn't stop laughing while reading nnn, that was sooo good. Also, sugar daddy, that introduced me to you, and it's surely one of the best smaus I've read :D you deserve all the recognition in this app for real, so take a flower 🌺 and a heart 💜 (that's all I have, sorry).

And and I was thinking about what emoji I could ask for, and it just seems logical to me to use a swan?? Idk, can I be your 🦢 anon? (I mean, it looks like a swan to me)

omg hello hello again !!! i was actually thinking about you the other day bc it was sooo hot and i saw a girl in leather pants and i was like “omg the hating on leather pants anon would find this atrocious”

oh my gosh that’s so amazing !!! and the fact that you did it even though you only learned the choreo an hour before 😳 talent unmatched !!!! pls thats so impressive and professional of you to carry out :’))

ooh did they look for exact replicas of the outfits then ?? i don’t know what snsd outfits are like but ☹️☹️ i wish they’d just let you guys dance in what’s comfortable :( plus blackpink’s outfits look sooo good (esp jennie’s) ♡ and it’s a shame that fashion and beauty are pain <//3 i feel like skirts are just so hard to move in ?? like i would feel so conscious about accidentally flashing someone the entire time 😭

omg thank you so much !!! i’m so glad you like the new smau and i hope you enjoy it when it’s out too :’) and thank you for the flower and heart 🥰 also you found me from sugar daddy?? :o i’m glad you did so then !!! and i’m so glad you liked it 🥺💗

omg yes you can be 🦢 anon !!! that’s perfect :’)) omg swans look so poised and elegant on the surface but under the water they’re kicking and paddling their feet so hard to stay afloat 😵‍💫 it’s like the leather pants HAHAH they look good but ur dying inside </3